Peggy sat bolt upright. She grabbed the oil bottle. It was slippery with her female juices, as well as the grease from her hands. In one bound, she was in the passageway, then in her room.
The willowy young girl had her short robe around herself before she realized the boat didn't move like someone had come aboard. Peggy turned off the light in her cabin. She peered out at the dock.
"Nobody's there. What's going on?" she asked herself. Peggy tied the belt of the thin, silky robe around her waist. She snapped the salon light off and went out into the cockpit.
An evening fog had come in over the harbor. Peggy could see only a few yards in the moist air. One boat across the way showed a light through portholes. The nearest dock lamps glowed faintly in the swirling mist. She felt wrapped in gray cotton. Even the constant slapping of the wavelets on the hulls was muffled.
The hair on Peggy's nape stirred. She couldn't see the main dock or the end of the row of slips where the borrowed yacht lay. Cold chills gave Peggy goose bumps on her long, slender legs. Her nipples erected, poling through the shimmery robe.
Maybe it was just a fish hitting the keel, Peggy mused. The leggy young girl looked around, then scurried below, back to the yellow-lit warmth of the yacht's innards. Even in her cabin, the foreboding chill continued.
Peggy laid out her warmest pajamas, the flannel set with vertical gold stripes on a white ground. She listened again to all the night sounds of a sailboat at anchor. The wooden hull creaked restively and small sea animals ticked and snapped endlessly as she prepared to wash the slippery oil from her olive skin.
Peggy tried to chive away her internal chill with scalding blasts of water. Though the head was cramped, the twelve-year-old looked over her shoulder constantly. From the center of the ship's bathroom, Peggy could touch all the walls without moving her feet.
Peggy dried and dressed herself for bed. Nobody's here but me, and I locked everything up real tight I'm just being silly. Just calm down, that's all, Peggy -cool it. Besides, who'd be out on a night like this?
The slight rise and fall of the ketch soothed Peggy. She pulled the rovers over her head, and gradually felt her tension dissolving. There, now, you see? Everything's all right, she remembered thinking, dropping off to sleep.
Her dreams were uneasy, nonetheless. Peggy was swimming after the little Bluejay, but no one appeared to help her catch it. She struggled with seaweed that turned out to be her sheets. Dozing again, Peggy felt the ketch splashing through waves, with her father grumbling at the helm. She slipped into a deeper sleep, uncoiling from her worried fetal ball into luxurious stretching.
"Peggy! Peggy!" Her mother was pounding on the girl's locked door. "Wake up, please!"
The girl shook her head. Her father's baritone roared in the companionway. "Peggy! Open the door! What the hell's going on?"
She rolled out of the short, narrow bunk. "Huh? Daddy? What is it, Daddy?" she asked in sleep-laden tones. Peggy snapped the flimsy door bolt and opened the door.
"Oh, God! You're all right, you're still here! Thank you, God," Ruth babbled, wrapping the flannel-clad girl in her arms. I was so scared when you didn't answer! I thought whoever'd done this had… had kidnapped you!"
"Done what, Mom? What kidnap me? What's happening?" Peggy's deep brown eyes were still bleary with sleep.
"Ripped off half the goddam boat, that's what!" Ed snarled. "All my tools and half of John's gear is gone. The sons-of-bitches even busted the dock box!"
Peggy's eyes were wide open now, round as saucers. She had never seen her father so angry. "Did you call the cops, Daddy?"
"He's going to do that right now, aren't you, Ed?" Ruth said. "We were so worried about you when we saw the boat had been broken into that we haven't had time, honey."
Ed pulled open the little cupboard where the phone was kept. "Gawd-DAMN them!" He pointed into the recess. "See that? They even stole the-the telephone!" He slammed the door.
"Stay right here. I'm going up to the clubhouse to call. The dockmaster is going to hear about this!"
Peggy dozed while the police talked with her parents. Ruth took her to bed, and the twelve year-old heard one of the officers say something about a list of the goods.
"I can't get it all listed until morning," Ed said, but the rest of his words were cut off by Peggy's cabin door.
The family was glum at breakfast. Ed looked grim and disheveled. Ruth seemed to have aged ten years during the night. Peggy picked at her food until her mother suggested that she take off while they catalogued the stolen items.
Peggy scuffed her white deck shoes on the grey-enameled wooden planks of the dock. She wandered in a short white dress, brooding about the burglary until she realized she'd come automatically to Tom's boat.
"Hi, Peggy. You look really depressed this morning. What's the trouble?" Tom askedm He put down his brush and the can of spar varnish and waited for an answer.
Peggy stood on the finger of the dock like an accusing ghost. Her head was bent down, and her large, womanly brown eyes gazed unblinking up at him. Her lower lip curled out and trembled. "Somebody broke into Mr. Wood's boat last night. They stole all of my dad's tools, and John's sextant -everything they could lift."
"Oh, no! Not you, too! That's the tenth time somebody's had a boat ripped off this summer," Tom said, dismayed. "Is it insured?"
"I don't know if Mr. Wood was or not," Peggy answered. "My dad's tools weren't. How's he gonna work when we go home?" She covered her face with her hands and began to cry.
Tom scrambled off the cabin top and onto the dock. "Hey, Peggy, don't cry," he said, putting his arms around the slender child. "They'll catch whoever did it. Please don't cry, Peggy!"
Peggy's sobs grew louder. Tom looked around like a trapped animal, then led her onto the Sea Nymph. He sat with her in the cockpit, comforting her as well as he could.
Peggy buried her face in his shoulder. She clung mightily to him, her long brown hair falling along his chest. Tom was embarrassed and concerned. The girl wept and gurgled with the sobs that shook her frail torso.
Tom looked around the cockpit, searching for a scrap to wipe the varnish from his hands. He didn't want to mark her pristine white clothes or her flowing brown hair. There was nothing within reach, so he held Peggy tight, patting her back with the inside of his wrist.
The fit of sobbing tapered off. Peggy raised her head and looked into Tom's face. Her lovely face was streaked with tears when she sat up. The young man grabbed a towel and Peggy dried her eyes. She looked at him expectantly, still ready to loose fountains of tears.
"I-I hear about nearly everything in the harbor when I'm working," Tom began. "Maybe I could find out more from the other people who've been robbed." Peggy's trusting look encouraged him. "We might be able to find your dad's tools in just a couple of days. The burglars must still be around here – nobody else on the whole coast has had so many ripoffs."
"Do you think they live here?" Peggy asked. Her eyes brightened. "Maybe at one of the marinas?"
"Could be, but I doubt it. There's been two or three whole boatloads of equipment stolen, so I don't think any of it's stashed here in the yacht harbor." Tom was very aware of Peggy's bare leg against his and her trusting nearness. His cock stiffened when Peggy spoke. Her wide mouth glistened, the sensual lips red from her bout of sobs.
Tom shifted his weight a bit. Even though Peggy had jacked him off the day before, her nearness in the open, sunlit cockpit of his boat rattled him. "Whoever it is, they know something about boats, and about scuba gear. They don't steal anything cheap, and they've made off with propellers and driveshafts from at least three of the boats."
"Could we go look around and see if we can find anything, Tom?" Peggy parted her lips and leaned closer. "I thought I heard something under our boat last night." She looked very serious and very attractive, staring intently into Tom's eyes.
Tom groaned inside. Peggy's slim body and her vigorous manner excited him. His cock was like a telephone pole inside his Bermudas. "Yeah, we can. Let me clean my brush and we'll take my raft around."
Peggy saw the long penile lump when Tom stood. Her gratitude for his promised help glowed warm in her bosom She wanted to grab his prick and kiss it to thank him for comforting her when she'd cried. Thinking of catching the burglars made her cunny moisten as much as the sight of his rod.
In less than two minutes, Tom had set his tackle to rights and pulled the yellow rubber raft off the sloop's foredeck. He dragged the inflatable boat to the end of the slip and helped Peggy in.
Peggy pulled the hem of her short dress demurely down her thighs. Tom faced her as he rowed. The lovely woman child sat with her legs folded to the side, leaning on the raft's rubber bottom with one hand. She showed an exotic length of smooth leg, and her little bosom was in half-profile. For all the hem-tugging she did, Tom still saw the elastic leg band of her white cotton panties. The curve of her bottom swelled under the tightness of the skirt, and her long thighs melted smoothly into the sensuous line.
Peggy kept glancing down at the vertical length of Tom's erect shaft as he rowed. There was no way his opened legs could have hidden the hard organ-life rafts were't designed for physical modesty, she realized.
Peggy kept her legs folded, anyway. She wanted to help her parents without being distracted by her horniness. I can't even think about his body now. We have to find out who stole all Dad's tools and get Mr. Wood's equipment back. Daddy said that sextant and the chronometer are worth over a thousand dollars! This little raft sure feels sexy though -it moves just like a waterbed over the little waves, she thought.
Tom said nothing while he rowed. The gaps between Peggy's dress buttons showed the small firm swell of her breast. She wore no bra, and the dark circles of her nipples showed as round shadows through the linen. Tom pulled his shirt tail to cover the rigid bulge of his meat. He could see Mr. Gibson and two plainclothes cops checking the topside of the ketch as he approached. I bet he's in a mood to deball any dude with a hard-on within half a mile of his daughter. Don't blame him, either. Peggy's gonna have somebody stickin' his cock to her long before she's legal Tom mused. He felt half-proud of his own restraint.
"I don't see it," Peggy said as the rubber boat came alongside the yacht. "I think that was what I heard last night."
Tom leaned across the oars. "I think you're right, Peggy," he said. "I can see the end of the shaft. The screw is gone, completely. Look how the last part of the shaft shines. They must have stolen it last night, or it would be dull."
"Daddy! Daddy, come over here," Peggy called. "The propeller's gone!"
Ed Gibson looked up from the hatch where the fingerprint man worked. "What? Those bastards even took the prop?" The second policeman joined him at the taffrail. They stood at the very stern of the boat, looking down into the yellow raft.
"I'm afraid so, sir," Tom said. "Nothing left but the shaft and your rudder." He peered downward. "It looks like they got everything but the packing."
"Those common, moldy sons-" Ed Gibson broke off. "Mr. Sanders, would you keep an eye on Peggy for a while? My wife and I have to go downtown with these officers."
"Of course, sir. I'll take care of her while you're gone," Tom answered. The power of Ed's cold tone chilled him. I pity those thieves if he finds them. It's a goddamn good thing he was too pissed off to see this hard-on. I'd like to keep living for a long time, and getting caught with HIS daughter is the surest way to stop!
"Let's keep looking around, Tom," Peggy said when her parents had left. "We might find something around here that the cops won't. It wouldn't hurt to try, would it?"
"No, I don't suppose it would," Tom answered. He watched Peggy settle into a more comfortable position in the boat. "Where do you think we should start?"
Peggy sat Indian-fashion, her knees spread. The short skirt hiked up and showed her panties. The juicy pout of her pussy seemed to blaze under the white cotton of her underwear. "How about just going up and down between the slips? If we see anybody loading a bunch of stuff, we'll watch until we find out if they stole it."
"Well, if you can tell what's stolen, we might as well do that as sit around," Tom said. "Probably do as much good as a sparrowfart in a hurricane."
The tide approached full as Tom and Peggy went up and down between the boats. The docks the yachts were tied to rose on the water, but the main walkway was on solid pilings. There was only an eighteen-inch space under it when Tom saw something floating beneath the planks.
"Duck down, Peggy," he said. "We're going after that yellow thing."
"Huh? Where?" the brunette turned around and bent over as Tom paddled into the manmade grotto. The clinging fabric of her panties reflected the sunlight just before the darkness covered the raft.
"Right over there. On your left – yeah, grab it." Tom let the raft coast. He had bent right over the girl's ass so his head would clear. The hot aroma of her pussy wafted into his nostrils. His pupils dilated, and as he became accustomed to the shadows, he could see the dark cleft of her buttocks. Tom pulled the oars aboard.
Peggy reached for the object. Tom steadied her, putting a hand on her slender waist. His other hand brushed her thigh.
The soft warmth of Peggy's skin sent an electric shock up his arm. The silky girl flesh made his balls contract so hard they almost went up into his belly.
Peggy froze at his touch. She had the floating object in her hand, but it bobbed out of her stiff fingers. Her pussy stewed and her pulse quickened. She'd fantasized about his cock and the hot, hard orgasm his hand had given her, and now the man she wanted to fuck had touched her again!
Ok, God! If I could just get him to make my pussy feel that way, and feel that nice thick penis again! I have to help Dad and Mom, though! Peggy felt like she was tearing in two.
"Catch it, Peggy!" She jumped and reached for it again. "What is it? What did we find?" Tom asked eagerly. He pulled her back into the rubber raft and released her smooth thigh.
"I don't know-it's some kind of tool tied to a diving glove. Here," she said. Peggy wiggled backwards to lie alongside Tom. Her little white dress bunched up around her ribs. They lay face-to-face in the dimness. Peggy's underpants had stretched so that one leg hole curved' over her hipbone. Half of her labia showed, pressed vertically by the tight elastic…
"It's a hex key set. I'll bet this is what undid the propeller!" Tom studied the yellow flotation ring that linked the steel bars. "It says Windsome! That boat's been missing for six months!"
"And the glove has initials on it, I think, but I can't read them," Peggy said. "I'm so glad we found something!" She threw her slender arms around Tom's neck. The raft sloshed in the water as she kissed him.
Peggy felt the joyous excitement of the discovery turning into passion. From the quick hug and peck she'd begun with, her lips softened into pillows of wet caressing. Her mouth opened and she mashed herself against Tom.
Peggy's slimness molded along Tom's body. He clasped the eager girl to himself. His tongue probed the warmth of her mouth, wrestling between her teeth. Their tongues writhed like slippery snakes, first in Peggy's mouth, then melting between both of them.
Tom ran his hand along Peggy's narrow waist. Her skin was soft and hot, as supple as the finest suede. He discovered the full curve of her ribs, and passed his fingers under the bunched white linen of her dress to caress the firm cupcake of her tit. His cock strained at the fly of his shorts.
Peggy felt the rigid length of Tom's prick against her belly. She ground the hard arch of her pubic bone against him. Peggy felt the soft top of her cuntal mound trying to spread under her panties. Her body wanted to capture the fleshy wand and caress it.
Peggy's nipples grew, poking hard against Tom's questing fingers. The flattened globes of her titties sprang back at his palm. The tender female flesh ached for more touching. She wished for his long, wet kiss to slide lasciviously over her whole young body.
Peggy put her hand on the man's shorts. She kneaded his buttocks, trying to force that marvelous hunk of love-muscle against her belly even harder. Her clit rubbed at the middle of the shaft, and Peggy hated the layers of cloth that separated the couple's straining flesh.
The rubber bottom of the boat flexed under their weight. Every hard, hunching movement Tom or Peggy made rocked the other. Peggy pulled back from the saliva-loaded kiss and whispered, "Let me suck it, Tom. Please let me suck your cock."
"Peggy, baby, yes, suck it! Let me kiss your sweet little cunt, too! I want to eat your naked pussy and taste that hot, sweet juice!" Tom was panting. His eyes were half-closed as he pleaded with the lovely, barely nubile woman child.
Peggy wrestled her way on top of Tom, then, bent over, she turned. Cracks between the planks above streamed thin slashes of sunlight over the raft. The little raft was barely long enough for both horny people to twist into position for the act.
"Quietly, very, very quiet," Peggy promised. Her white-clad pussy was in front of Tom's face. His nostrils opened like wings at her clean, hot aroma. The wiggling on the rubberized canvas of the raft had stretched her cotton panties until the cloth accented every detail of Peggy's crotch. The edge of her vee showed beyond the elastic, puffing out toward the junction of her long, tapering thighs. Peggy's cuntal groove showed plainly. Just below the top of the crease, a tiny, meaty bump of flesh stood out. Her erected clitoris had pushed the tender folds of her inner cuntlips up and outward. Below the soft bump, the line was smooth and straight, curving to follow the tapered wedge of labia, finally disappearing behind, merging into the deep valley of her asscleft.
Tom put his fingertips under the panties. The elastic at Peggy's thighs was tight, but he caressed the soft labia under the stringent lines. Peggy gasped at the touch. Her hips rocked demandingly.
Peggy looked at the long lump in front of her. The tab of Tom's zipper stood straight out in his fly. The cloth had been strained so much by his hard-on that it looked ready to give up. She touched the virile swelling. The hardness brought back her sensations of the day before, when she'd stroked the hot member until Tom's cockspew jetted through the air.
Peggy pulled the snap of his waistband. With both hands, carefully, she opened his fly. I'm salivating! I'm actually drooling for his cock! she thought in amazement.
Tom's prick was poking stiffly at her. Peggy looked at it, folding back the fabric of his Bermudas. She traced every red-and-blue vein with her eyes before she touched the iron-hard bar. I never saw anything so beautiful! The end flares, like it's supposed to go up inside me and pull every nerve out of my pussy! I bet that big hunk of muscle could turn me inside out!
Peggy pursed her lips and blew at it. She pushed a tiny jet of breeze along the center of the shaft, then dried the wings of the knob with her breath.
"Peggy! That's fantastic! Just touch me a little and breathe on me like that," Tom hissed. He began to roll her panties down.
Peggy's pussy didn't have the bush of wiry hair that Tom had come to expect. Every cunt he'd seen since he was a boy- had been covered with coarse curls, and it was a pleasant surprise to see the clean, hot nakedness of Peggy's snatch.
Peggy raised her hips and the boat flexed under them. Tom got her panties all the way off, and he spread the hot pout of her pussylips with his thumbs. She moaned and grabbed his prickstem in her little fist. Tom was more interested in her damp cuntal folds than the squeezing of his crotch, though.
The pink moistness of Peggy's inner labia covered her clitoris like a monk's hood. Her unruptured cherry held the lower part of her pubes together, and the labia formed a little canoe around Peggy's clitoral ridge. Her inner pussylips were straight, puffed with excitement. The tender strips gleamed pink when a shaft of sunlight picked them out, slicing between the boards above.
Tom opened Peggy's vulva further. All the inner valley was softly mist, slick between the guarding lips of her pussy. When he moved his thumbs, the spot paled for a second, then blushed deeper red. At the base of the cuntal wedge the slit deepened, winking open like a tiny eye at a touch along the side. Creamy fluid showed when the delicate hole opened. The sphincter was quick and strong. Tom touched next to it over and over, watching Peggy's vagina open, then squeeze out a milky drop of feminine juice.
Peggy was panting, closing her eyes at Tom's feathery touches. She didn't know exactly what he was doing in her pussy. She did know that he could keep on doing it for hours, and she'd love every second of it.
When the fingers in her pussy paused, Peggy let a long, ragged breath flow from deep in her chest. She opened her large brown eyes and examined the pre-cum ooze at the tip of his cock. Peggy remembered seeing it the day before, and she touched the tip of one finger to it. She gently scraped it off with her fingernail and put it in her mouth.
Peggy loved the salty taste. It was 'Strong, a little pissy, but the tiny drop of fluid opened up new taste buds in her mouth. Her lips puckered and Peggy wondered how the rest of Tom's virile cream would taste.
Peggy's long brown hair rippled over Tom's thigh. She rested her head on his hairy leg and pulled the shaft of his prick toward her face. The long red tip of Peggy's tongue extended like a fleshy dagger and traced the blue line of Tom's prick tube. Up from mid-root to the cleft of the cockhead, Peggy lovingly bathed the indented strip.
Tom felt a horny chill grab his crotch. The warm tongue-tip left a trail of cooling spit along his erect saber. He would have closed his eyes, but the pink loveliness of Peggy's cuntal zone fascinated him, He forced his own tongue between the swell of one cuntlip and the soft smoothness of Peggy's slim thigh. Down the "Y" of the intersection, along the inner thigh, and up the other side, Tom's nimble tongue circled the virgin crevice. The little orchid of her vagina winked and beckoned while he tantalized the naked, hairless flesh around it.
Peggy was ready to die from sheer lust. The flickering snake of Tom's tongue froze her girlish loins. Each touch of the pink member made her hope for a complete lick at her clit or her tight pussy hole. She wanted to force her cuntal flesh against his face, but she held herself so tightly still that her hips shook. When is he going to put that tongue inside me? Please fill my hole with it, PLEASE!
Peggy couldn't wait. In one quick movement she captured the spongy red mass of Tom's cockhead. The warmth and the meaty taste surprised her. Salty from his sweat, of course, but with a thick richness like the bloody juice of a rare steak. She hummed with pleasure and let her tongue explore the barb-winged knob.
It seems so much bigger in my mouth! I can feel every pore, and it swells up when I suck it! Peggy was amazed. When she'd jacked Tom off the day before, it had been enough that his cock was stiff, but now she discovered more about the organ.
Peggy rolled her head around. She wanted every part of her mouth to caress the heartshaped glands. Her lips closed around the stem and she sucked it deeper.
Peggy's long, velvety black lashes fluttered over her half-closed eyes. Her cheeks stretched hollow and her lips were a wide pink oval. The size of the ridge on the belly-side of Tom's thick cock delighted her. She reamed the circumsized valley with her tongue, marveling at the contrast in skin textures.
The end is so soft and velvety, but right here under the edge, it's slick! I wish I'd licked him yesterday-sucking his cock really gets my pussy hot. My whole head feels like a second pussy! I love it!
Peggy circled his cockshaft with one hand and pulled the loose skin up and down. Tom's prick head pressed the roof of the pretty girl's mouth and withdrew. He began pistoning in and out other hot, wet mouth when her little fingers caressed the cheek of his ass. Her free hand urged him on, stroking the buttock lightly, then digging in like a claw.
Tom inserted his tongue between Peggy's juicy pink cuntlips. The soft flesh yielded to the slippery invading organ. Tom felt the tiny sphincter open for his tongue, then spasm shut around it. Peggy's knee touched the underside of the dock planks when she opened fully for his lascivious licking.
Tom probed at her pleasure zone. His nose touched the puckered dot of Peggy's rectum when he forced his face against her crotch. He opened his mouth wide on the hairless flesh of the young girl's cunt and poked his tongue deep.
The tip went in past the rubbery membrane. Her cherry circled his tongue, and if Tom pulled her pussy to him, he could flex the tip of his tongue inside the folds of her cuntal channel.
Tom slid one arm between Peggy's thigh and the flexing rubber of the raft's hull. The other hand locked onto her firm, smooth buttock, and he crammed her pussy at his face. His wide-open lips slid wetly on the soft, hot skin of her cunny. He probed deep in her satiny hole with his tongue. His upper teeth sank fanglike in the firm undercurves of her asscheeks.
Peggy opened her crotch as far as she could. The raft let her trapped knee press down, below the level of the water, and the splintery boards of the dock touched lightly on her skin when she bucked with.the uncontrollable ecstasy that flamed in her snatch.
Peggy wolfed at Tom's plunging cock. She matched his tight, rhythmic strokes with sucking lashes of her tongue. Each time the thick, virile wand jabbed in and out, she milked at it with her reddening, spit-slimy lips. The flat side of his swollen knob pressed the back of her tongue down, then swelled even further when she pulled mightily at the rigid mass.
Tom was pleasantly shocked at the avid sucking Peggy gave his cock. Her fingers on his ass made the cum-muscles tense, despite his need to enjoy as lengthy a blow job as possible. He didn't allow himself to imagine how sexy the beautiful little girl's face looked, stretched around his root. Even a hint of that picture in his mind made his balls simmer as if he were about to blast boiling jolts of seed down her throat.
Tom knew he was getting too far ahead of his twelve-year-old partner. Peggy's hips rolled slowly, sensuously, but he was beginning to fuck strong and hard into her beautiful face. His cockhead battered at the roof of her mouth and the gagging tightness of her throat. Tom tried to concentrate on the luscious taste of the vaginal dew he tickled out of Peggy's private channel, but that didn't stow the ball-wrecking heat in his crotch.
Tom tried to force his asscheeks to relax. The tightness just in front of his rectum slacked, but not enough. He pulled his tongue out of the delicious, sleekly wet hole and surveyed the bald beauty of Peggy's perfectly formed pussy.
Her little clit-guarding triangle poked up, and Tom zeroed in on it. He licked upward from her asscleft. The valley between the tiny strips of her inner cuntlips was smooth, so slippery that his tongue felt like sandpaper. Tom wanted to tease her, bring her up to the same fine edge of pre-orgasmic tension he teetered on.
He licked back down toward her hole. Peggy's moist slit responded, the inner labia fluttering around his tongue. The flat of Tom's tongue spread her little crease, pushing the fluttering, blood-swollen petal outward. Each tastebud left a temporary groove in the damp valley. The skin was soft and smooth, as tasty as a rose petal.
Tom's tongue speared out like a miniature cock. The underside of the tiny tool touched the fluttery gates of Peggy's female grotto, then slithered back up toward the pouting triangle of softness that hid her love-button.
Tom pushed the puffy little flap back with his lower lip, exposing the tiny jewel of her clit-tip. The underside of his tongue caressed the sensitive girlie-cock.
Peggy stiffened. Every muscle in her body went tense with the electric thrilling of the wet touch on her clit. Even her sucking lips and flashing tongue jerked to a stop for one short heartbeat. "Mmm-hmm," she buzzed.
Tom felt her instant response. Every sexual detail of this insanely beautiful girl was powerful, stronger than anything he'd yet known. The muscles of her firm buttocks spasmed first, but she stiffened all over. Like ripples around a pond-tossed rock, the tight readiness covered Peggy's whole body.
Tom probed into the labial circle. The little stiffness of Peggy's clit rotated around his tongue tip. Waves of delight seemed to radiate through the lovely child's whole horny body. Peggy whimpered on Tom's cock. The lush sensations in her pussy were driving her out of her mind. She ground her pubic arch against his chin, lusting for more sensual pressure on her tiny jewel.
Peggy forced her mouth to inhale more of Tom's powerful cock. Her fingernails penetrated the skin of his buttock, and small crimson drops gathered. She gobbled and sucked as hard as she could, wanting to tell her cuntlicking lover to utterly destroy her clit with his tongue.
Tom felt Peggy's urgent need. He jammed that hot knob of his prick against the back of her throat. He felt the fiery pain of her fingernails gouging his ass, and the cum-spurting muscle of his crotch tensed.
Tom peeled the labia away from her clit with his fast-flicking tongue. He let the inch of female stiffness stand in the space between his lips, then he sucked Peggy's cumbutton in.
Tom milked the hot flesh around her clit with his lips. A little shield of soft, wet skin rose around the feminine pencil, and he penetrated the fold with his tongue. He flickered back and forth across the tip, then rolled the minuscule organ around in swift circles.
The little yellow boat bobbed furiously under the wide dock. Peggy was oblivious to the streamers of sunlight through the planks. She ignored the knock-knock-knock of her knee against the wood and the furious splashing the raft made.
Peggy curled her back. She forced her eager snatch against him, wanting Tom's lightning tongue to burn her cut with stiff flickers. Her violent hip-thrusts marched the harsh jabs of Tom's steely cock. A knot of cunty tension wound tighter in her belly. She felt the tip of Tom's nose prodding the portals of her most intimate opening.
Tom sucked mightily at the wet heat of Peggy's loins. The smooth nakedness of the twelve-year-old girl's labia had turned inside out, filling his mouth with her taste and smell. The pearly knob numbed his fast-moving tongue. He milked her flesh with his lips. I'm headfucking her! This little girl wants my whole skull in her pussy! he thought, and the realization jolted his balls.
Tom pumped slower. His cock gained power in Peggy's wide-open mouth. He became aware of the heavy swaying of his tight-curled scrotum. His cuntal sucks pulled the soft heat of her labia further into his mouth. The nubbin of her clit pulsed against his tongue.
Peggy's belly contracted. The knot of tight sensation in the exact center of her belly shrunk. She dug her sharp fingernails hard into Tom's ass. The girlish fist around his cockshaft tightened. Her red lips extended, lewdly milking at his granite prick.
Every pounding heartbeat brought Peggy closer to her exploding release. Her brown eyes opened wide. Every cell of the little girl's brain wanted the sensation to last. It gained strength, and Peggy wanted the entire world to disappear when she went off. Half-formed prayers winked out of existence in her head.
Tom held off. He almost smothered on the hairless swamp of Peggy's loins. An icy chill started in his asshole and bloomed along his, prick. His falsetto grunts were lost in the juicy meat of Peggy's crotch. He stroked longer, much slower, in and out of her hard-sucking mouth.
Peggy lost the boat, the dock, the water. She didn't know where she was, and she exploded. Her pussy opened and shut. Her entire pelvis stretched wide with the volcanic bloom of her orgasm.
Tom shot torrid gushes of semen into her mouth. Peggy swallowed the viscous fluid, her head bobbing with the furious power of her own cum. The maddening sensations in her belly absorbed her brain, and her will disappeared in the searing cuntal rhythms of her release.
Tom gasped for breath. His head rolled back from Peggy's grinding pubes. His hands still held her buttocks like two steel hooks. He thrust deep in her mouth, feeling his seed bathe her palate. Her gulping throat touched the tip nerves of his cockhead. Even the soft damp tissues of her mouth scraped his cum slit like a sword's edge, and he pulled his cock out in one convulsive jerk. Peggy still clasped the rampant pole in her little fist. She gasped for air, her body jerking steadily to the encompassing beat of her orgasm. A thick wad of Tom's semen spattered against her cheekbone. With all her senses wrapped up in the lascivious ecstasy in the life raft, she heard the "plop" like a gong inside her head.
Tom watched Peggy's cuntal sphincter open and then spasm shut as her hips rolled. Her orgasm diminished slowly. It lasted far beyond his own stiff shooting. The entire mound of Peggy's pussy was wet with his saliva and her own thick juices. Even the insides of her thighs gleamed in the dimness under the dock.
Peggy delighted in the hot splashes of seed that struck her face. The salty jism flowed thickly, one long strand over the bridge of her fine-molded nose, another smearing along her throat. As her orgasm tapered off, she smeared the creamy fluid over her face and into her mouth.
It made her lips pucker, but Peggy loved the heavy, virile taste of Tom's stuff. She felt one thick gob in the hair at the side of her forehead, and the slow slide of another stream beneath her ear. She kissed the stem of Tom's still-hard penis and laid her head on his thigh.