After soaking in the warm afterglow of their shared cumbursts, Peggy and Tom began to stir. "I can't believe it," Tom whispered. "Nobody ever blew me like that, Peggy. You have the most gifted mouth in the universe!"
"I love sucking you, Tom," Peggy answered. "That really made me dig your penis, the way it moved and tasted in my mouth. Can I do that again soon, please?"
"You sucked my balls completely dry, baby, but you can do it all you like. Any girl with a pussy as tasty as yours and your fantastic mouth can kill a man with pleasure." Tom wrestled around to lie beside Peggy in the bobbing life raft.
"You made my pussy feel so good! Your tongue is so soft and nice down there that I couldn't stop cumming! The only thing I need now is to feel you put all of that nice hard thing up inside me," Peggy smiled. Tom's cum was drying on her pretty face.
"Here, let me wipe that off," Tom said, unbuttoning his shirt. "You'd better put your panties back on before we come out from under here, baby," Tom dipped one short sleeve in the salt water and dabbed at the flaking smears of semen. "Is that better?"
"I wish I could leave it on, like a badge that shows you came on me," Peggy answered, "but I guess my parents wouldn't dig that too much."
Tom smiled softly. "No, I don't suppose they would. We better get our asses back out where people can see us, before they come looking' for us." He wiped her face dry with the rest of the cloth. "I think I should take this glove and the wrenches down to the police station. Will you promise to stay out of trouble while I'm gone, Peggy? Your dad would smash my ass if anything happened to you."
Tom watched the pretty girl slip her white cotton panties on and smooth them over her flat belly. Why in the hell am I so horny for this girl that I risk my goddamn neck to eat her pussy?
Tom used the butt end of the oar to pole the yellow inflatable out from under the dock. He didn't know why, but he felt a small tickling fear when Peggy examined the diving glove in the bright sunlight. Tom toyed with the idea of bringing Peggy along on the trip to the police station, but he dismissed it. She'll be okay.
Peggy looked at herself in the mirror. She stood in the ketch's cramped bathroom with white specks of dried semen in her hair. Her white linen dress was rumpled, with damp spots from the drops of water in the bottom of the raft. That sure was nice I don't think anything could ever be better than a good long kiss on my pussy. She brushed the dry flakes out and tied her long, shining brown hair back.
The long-legged brunette stalked to her cabin. She shucked out of the white minidress and stood in her panties, surveying her wardrobe. Her little breasts poked out boldly. With her hands on her hips, she nodded. The lush ponytail bobbed below her shoulder blades.
W.G. must stand for Bill Green. Now, if I can get a real innocent outfit, I bet I can sneak around his boat and see if he has any more of those tools from that stolen yacht. He might even ask me aboard – he looked at me kind of horny the first day I was here.
He sure seems to be a hot lover, from the way his sister Sherry acted His cock isn't as big as Tom's, though. Besides, anybody dumb enough to put initials on his gloves when he steals stuff… Peggy shook her head. She picked out a baggy maroon sweatshirt and cutoff blue jeans.
With a plan forming slowly, she glanced down at her cotton panties and pursed her lips. She quickly bent and discarded the flimsy garment. She pulled on her cutoffs and was satisfied. Twin crescents of pale skin showed. Her young buttocks overflowed the pants nicely. She pulled the sleeveless sweatshirt over her head and grinned at her reflection in the mirror.
The old sweatshirt billowed loosely around her waist, but had shrunk short enough to bare two inches of midriff above the jeans. The faded blue denim cut into her crotch, outlining the twin swellings of her vulva. A peek through the armholes of her sloppy top almost showed the nipples that poked like fingertips through the well-worn fabric.
Peggy left the ketch, looking carefully around. No one was aboard the Green's big motorsailer, and the white runabout was gone. She was a little bit disappointed. Peggy had hoped to drive Bill Green mad with lust for her jailbait body, but now she didn't have the chance.
The white motorboat hadn't been there all day, she recalled. In fact, Peggy had only seen it in the channel, never tied up at the marina. She stopped, one foot on the edge of the yacht's deck. The runabout was a very common-looking craft, but there were none like it anywhere at the club. She and Tom had looked in every slip.
Peggy stepped aboard and tapped on the hatch leading into the motorsailer's cabin. "Hello? Is anybody here? Bill? Mrs. Green?" The little brunette peered around at the neighboring boats. No one was watching her. She tugged at the hatch.
It was open. Peggy slid the plywood panel forward along the top, then lifted the latch and stepped inside. She looked around.
Peggy's lip curled. This was the first boat she'd seen where everything was left lying about. All the others used intricate stowage neatly, keeping the confines uncluttered under sail or tied up at a dock. Towels and underwear lay on the countertop. Plastic plates jumbled in a messy pile in the stainless-steel sink. A huge revolver, a.41 Magnum, hung in a brown leather holster over the dinette. An open tacklebox spilled lures next to the table.
Peggy picked her way along the aisle. The door forward moved as the boat rocked in the slip. The slender brunette looked into the head as she passed by, then stalked into the main stateroom.
A yellow handle, the same color as the hex key ring, caught her eye. Peggy reached across the tangled sheets of the bed and picked it up. She turned the tool over in her hands and deciphered the peeling gold leaf etched into the handle of the screwdriver. Windsome.
That bastard! He greeted us nice as you please, and then he stole every one of Dad's power tools! A cold flame danced in Peggy's narrowed brown eyes. She looked around the floating bedroom, photographing every slovenly detail.
Peggy dropped the screwdriver. Heavy footsteps thudded down the ladder from the cockpit. She saw a booted foot past the half-open door of the main cabin. Her eyes widened in terror and she backed against the forward door.
Bill Green kicked the mahogany door against the wall. He glared at her, but Peggy's eyes saw nothing but the gaping pit of the Magnum's barrel.
"What is it, Bill?" Sherry's high, clear voice called. "Who's in there?"
"It's the kid from old Wood's boat. Come on down here, Sis." Bill lowered the menacing blind eye of the hand cannon. He looked the terrified girl over. He saw the yellow-handled screwdriver on the deck at Peggy's feet and his face hardened.
The huge-breasted blonde looked over Bill's shoulder. "What's she doing here?"
"Snooping, hon, and finding out too goddamn much. Should we teach her a little lesson?" Bill asked with a coarse leer. "Couldn't hurt anything. If we can keep her out of sight for two days, we'll be clear to hell away from here."
"What are you gonna do with me?" Peggy asked. Her voice trembled. "I haven't done anything. I don't know what you're talking about. I-I just came over to ask if I could have a ride in your little motorboat, and…" The little brunette stopped.
"How many other people have seen that goddamn runabout?" Bill hissed. His tall, blonde sister tightened her lips and shook her head. "I knew we should have stayed on shore. Between you and Janet, this whole deal is getting fucked up."
Peggy wondered what deal Bill was talking about. She glanced back and forth from brother to sister. "Using the runabout wasn't my idea," Sherry began.
"Ripping off this kid's folks was!" Bill snapped. "Now tie her up and we'll put her in the forepeak." Sherry squeezed past him, and Bill Green added, "Don't forget to gag her. Her folks will be back any time and we don't want her making any noise."
Sherry said, "Cross your arms in front of you. That's right." The voluptuous blonde moved Peggy away from the door and reached through for a coil of hemp rope. Her left breast brushed against Peggy's bare arm. It was hot and solid beneath the striped tank top Sherry wore, and her bell-shaped nipples were standing out, hard as pine cones.
Peggy watched wide-eyed as the blonde lashed her wrists together. Sherry's china-blue eyes gleamed. She licked her wide, sensuous lips and showed even white teeth in a lecherous smile.
"Those little tittiebumps are growing some, aren't they, honey?" Sherry asked, tweaking one of Peggy's nipples. "I bet you're scared to death some man will notice them and try to kiss one, hey?"
The blonde woman wadded a handkerchief and stuffed it into Peggy's mouth. "Anybody kiss those titties for you yet, honey?" she asked as she tied the gag in place. "Little girls your age are just ripe for sucking and fucking, even if you don't know it yet."
Peggy was frightened and very uncomfortable. Bill Green smiled as he watched his sister tie Peggy, and the little brunette watched the lump in his crotch grow longer and thicker.
Sherry's long blonde hair swept over Peggy's bare feet when the busty woman knelt to tie her ankles. Peggy looked down at the twin hemispheres of Sherry's butt. The tight shorts outlined her voluptuous moons, and Bill grinned at the cunty bulge showing beneath.
"That's good enough, Sis," Bill growled. "She won't be going anywhere." He put the long barreled pistol down on the bed. "You go get Janet and have her bring the truck. I'll put this little cunt in the forepeak and get all the gear we're taking along ready."
"Save some of her for me, Bill. I haven't had a pretty little thing like her for years." She pulled Peggy's sweatshirt up to her armpits. Peggy's firm little breasts bounced. Her nipples had crinkled with fear, standing in sharp, hard points. Peggy ducked her head, trying to hide, when Sherry slurped her long pink tongue over the brown pebbles.
Sherry yielded to Bill. The buxom blonde looked back over her shoulder as she left. She opened her sensuous lips wide and made a pussy-licking swirl with her tongue. Peggy blushed and squeezed her eyes shut.
Bill bent over and picked Peggy's eighty-four pounds up. He kneed the door open and carried her through two other compartments before setting her down.
The forepeak was a small triangular space at the bow of the boat. It was filled waist-high with sail bags and coils of thick rope. It was musty, the bulkheads close and painted a mildewed white. Peggy landed on her back. A two-foot-square hatch was sealed tight above her. The only light came from the portholes in the compartments further aft.
The coarse canvas of the sail bag she'd landed on rasped her back. Peggy was grateful for the brief decency the toss had given, pulling her sweatshirt down to cover her titties. Water slapped at the hull. It sounded as if she lay below the waterline.
The air was damp and cool. Bill stood over her, looking at the helpless child. Peggy tried her best to be defiant, but there was no way the trussed-up little girl could pull it off. The man was surveying her slender form coolly.
Peggy was glad she couldn't see his face. She had felt the snap of her shorts give when she'd landed. Half of her buttocks felt naked, with the clammy coarseness of the canvas chilling her tender skin.
"I've always thought that little children should not snoop. Do you agree?" Bill asked musingly. "It doesn't matter if you do or not. You're in deep shit, Peggy Gibson, and you walked right into it. We don't have any reason to hurt you. In two days, Janet and Sherry and I will be well out of reach, though, so we don't have any reason to treat you nicely."
Peggy shivered and closed her eyes. Bill undid his belt and she heard the heavy crumpling sound of his jeans hitting the floor. "Look at me, little girl. How old are you? Ten? Twelve?" Peggy nodded convulsively.
"When my sister Sherry was twelve, she knew what this cock felt like. She knew what every cock in town felt like. Are you a virgin, Peggy?" She nodded again, more vigorously.
"Really?" Peggy opened her eyes. She nodded again, pleading with the big brown saucers of her eyes. "Too bad. That means I'm gonna have to save your cunt for my wife and my sister." Bill reached down and unzipped Peggy's tight cutoffs. He raised his eyebrow, when he saw that the pretty brunette wore no panties.
"Well, well. A horny little virgin," he said, clicking his tongue. "And such a pretty little snatch you have, Peggy. You do look tasty-just what the girls ordered." Bill grabbed Peggy's shoulders and rolled her over roughly. He yanked her shorts down to her knees.
"Good ass, for a kid. Getting real juicy and rideable. And that's what I'm gonna do, Peggy."
The canvas stunk under her. Peggy breathed in the mildewed stench of ill-kept sails. She didn't know if it was the reek or Bill's manner that nauseated her. The girl's stomach hurt. Her shins scraped on the coaming of the forepeak hatch.
Bill pulled his jersey off over his head. He tossed the garment over his shoulder. Peggy's pale ass gleamed in the afternoon dimness. Bill pulled a thick coil of hemp rope from the clutter. He put his hand on Peggy's snatch and lifted her, jamming the rope under her naked belly.
The rough fibers scratched her, hurting almost as much as the undignified handling. Peggy was about to cry. The callused hand on her pussy made her feel violated, filthy with a stain that was not her fault.
Bill worked his fingers on her hairless mound. Peggy's holes were both presented to him, defenseless. With her hands bound in front of her and her ass elevated by the rough hawser, there was nothing the pretty child could do.
Bill pressed his face to her asscleft. His long tongue cleaned the puckered ring of her rectum, then plunged inside.
Peggy gasped in spite of herself. Through she was revolted by his sweaty smell and the vile, filthy surroundings, the sensation sent a thrill up her spine.
Bill grinned when he felt the quick twitch of Peggy's rosebud. He knew that enough asssucking would get the coldest of his victims horny for his cock, and this one was going to get more than enough.
Bill's fingers pawed rudely at the tight skinned bubbles of Peggy's buttocks. His tongue ran up and down the smooth, slightly sweaty valley between her cheeks. Bill spread the dual globes with his thumbs and held the little brunette captive with his fingers splayed over her hipbones. He lifted her ass with his strong hands and pressed the pink ring with his lips and tongue.
Peggy was horrified and disgusted when Bill started tonguing her asshole. A thick lump of loathing rose in her throat, but soon the helplessness of her position began to work a change on her feelings. She started to unwind. Her rectum puckered less tightly. Relieving herself of responsibility, Peggy justified her captive, displayed position.
It's not my fault-I only dressed like this so he would ask me onto his boat. Besides, I'm only here because I wanted to help Daddy and Mom. How was I supposed to know that Bill and that icky Sherry would find me here? Now I'm tied up, and I can't do a thing about it-I can't even keep him from licking me back THERE!
Peggy turned her head. She rested on her chin, looking at the inside of the bow. The slender young girl settled herself to endure the degrading actions Bill wreaked on her bottom.
Peggy tried to make herself a little more comfortable. The harsh fibers of the thick rope scratched her belly and the soft skin of her cuntal mound. She moved her abdomen from side to side, and her ass poked further into the air. Peggy heaved a big sigh. Her sphincter relaxed under the constant probing of Bill's tongue. With an effort of will, Peggy detached her mind from the intimate caresses Bill lavished on her asscheeks.
Bill felt the loosening in Peggy's muscles. He flicked his tongue rapidly on the opening rosebud of Peggy's pink asshole. The new, relaxed presentation of her fuck zones meant that the girl had given up. She would no longer resist his tongue.
Bill Green took his mouth off of Peggy's firm buttocks and smiled. He milked his dick briefly. The little girl looked sexy, with her bound ankles, bent over the canvas sail bags. The wide stretched cleavage of her ass pointed out the tight crinkled muscle of her rectum and continued in a straight line through the little hillock of her labia. Her knees were spread a little for balance, and the tight cuntal crevice disappeared under Peggy's rope-scratched belly.
The brawny man bent down again. He sucked heartily at the child's asshole, stimulating the sensitive ring with circling licks. Bill kept squeezing his cock with one hand, wanting all the stiff power he could muster.
Peggy felt a strange sensation. The pink softness of her rectum was responding to Bill's tongue. Her anal crevice was coming to life, acting without her consent. The brunette was surprised, but she started to enjoy the feeling.
Until then, Peggy had only acknowledged her anal sphincter as a waste disposer, the final link in her guts. The only pleasure that had come to her from the little muscle had been relief. The slow loosing without internal pressure was novel, and the sensation almost made her forget that she was bound and gagged.
Bill inserted the tip of his tongue. The soft, hot meat of Peggy's colon was smooth. Past the muscular trap of her sphincter, the flesh was stretchier than her pussy-channel.
The meaty wedge of Bill's tongue pressed slowly further in Peggy, resigned to his indignities, pushed the puckered ring open further. The tip of Bill's tongue curved, exploring the yielding sides of Peggy's back alley. He turned his head from one side to the other, and Peggy gasped.
Bill's pointed tongue was oval, much fatter and stronger over its width than through its height. When his head rolled around behind Peggy, the spit-slimed muscles reamed her asshole. The new nerves flashed sensations to Peggy's brain. She forced her asshole back onto his tongue as hard as a trussed-up hostage could.
Bill slobbered on the slender girl's backside. He wanted her ass to be good and juicy for the next step. She was already fluttering her asshole around his tongue. Peggy had surrendered to the novel pleasures of asssucking. The tart, slightly acrid taste inside her rectum meant that Peggy's asshole had begun to secrete the mysterious lubrication that would help his thick cock during the painful entry.
Bill stood and brushed the grit from his kneecaps. He prick curved upward like a samurai's sword, at the ready. He ducked his curly-haired head to clear the top rim of the hatch. Peggy was beginning to tense up again, he noticed.
Peggy grunted into her gag when Bill's finger slid into her spit-greased rosebud. She hadn't known what the chunky man was going to do to her, and the waiting after he rimmed her had allowed her to worry again.
"There you go, chicky," Bill said. His teeth gleamed in a savage grin. "That's not so bad, is it? I think you're beginning to dig it, Peggy." His finger searched further up the clammy tightness of Peggy's anal chute. He probed gently, and the twelve-year-old relaxed. "You see, honey? Nothing at all to worry about."
Peggy closed her eyes. She had already memorized the planks of the hull and the exact angle of the bow. It was as if Bill was fingering someone else. Peggy was removed from all that, even when his other fingers forked around her, labia.
Bill kneaded the base of Peggy's pussy. The fleshy folds of her labia were sweaty in the close air of the forepeak. He coaxed a little juice from her vagina with his easy stroking. His middle finger slid up and down slowly, convincing her rectum to relax.
Bill thought she was finally ready. His finger had moved more and more easily through the loosening gate of her asshole. The secret juices had coated her walls. Thicker than his spit, Bill felt the mysterious dew greasing his finger.
Bill leaned over Peggy, one hand propping him up. His weight sank a little in the mildewed sail bags. Naked, his hairy body gleamed with the sweat of his concentration. He pulled his finger out of Peggy's asshole.
Peggy opened her eyes. The pleasant, erotic feeling of the anal stimulation had stopped. She felt Bill's weight pressing the sail bag down. She saw his hairy forearm from the corner of her eye. The little girl waited passively. Nothing could bother her like the initial assault on her rectum had. Peggy knew she couldn't be any more defiled.
Peggy was wrong. She started to realize it when a hot, wide hardness pressed at her anus. Bill's fingers spread her cheeks even further.
The chunky, dark-tanned man grimaced. Peggy's asshole had slammed shut at the first touch of his cockhead. He bent his knees, seeking the perfect upward angle to force the sphincter open. Bill brought his other hand up to Peggy's ass.
He spread her butt open with his thumbs. The ends of his fingers dug in next to the clenched muscle. Peggy's whole frame shook. She had closed her rectum so tight that his rock-hard prick bent. Tears flowed from her eyes.
Bill pulled his cock back. He spit in his palm and smeared the flaring head of the powerful tool with saliva. He grabbed a hank of Peggy's hair. Her head bent back as he snarled, "Make it easy on yourself, kid. Push it out-don't fight me."
Peggy tried to nod. She was terrified. The pain of his cock prodding savagely against her rectum was a lancing fire in her guts.
"Once more into the breech," Bill muttered. He gave his virile spear a shake. He released the hank of hair, and Peggy's head rolled loosely on the musty canvas. Bill' tried again to mount Peggy's ass.
Peggy worked her sphincter as if she were shitting, trying to cooperate. Her pink inner flesh showed, and she felt the broad head of Bill's cock nestling into the orifice. She arched her back, Peggy hoped that she could ease the rude stretching by shifting the tiny target.
Bill corkscrewed in. The head of his prick forced the hole open. Fraction by fraction, his cock gained ground in Peggy's ass. He rolled around and around. His fingers stroked Peggy's cuntal zone, and the excitement there made her rectum slacken. A little at a time, the rigid meat slipped into Peggy's back passage.
Peggy hurt. She thought she would split wide open. Even though only the head of Bill's cock had entered, her guts felt full. The new, pleasant feelings still radiated from her bottom, but the stretching pain all but overruled them.
Bill knew he had won when the girl's asshole had yielded to his cockhead. He pushed in a fraction further, then moved back. Peggy's sphincter was incredibly tight. The indentation behind Bill's glands let the clenching ring contract, easing Peggy's discomfort.
The pain gradually disappeared as the thick cock in Peggy's rectum stroked back and forth. She felt the pleasures of buggery growing inside her. Even when Bill pressed further into her colon, Peggy enjoyed it. She began pushing backward, inviting more of his hard tool to penetrate her once-private channel.
Bill warmed up to his work. "I thought you'd dig it when you got started, he said, adding, "I can feel you asking for more." He pushed the widening neck of his prick in. The little girl's ass opened around it. He pulled back, and Peggy's sphincter caressed his wand. Forward again, each stroke a little deeper, the hot moisture of her colon easing the way.
Bill rolled his dick around, pushing the soft red walls of Peggy's colon outward. He put his hands on the youthful firmness of her smooth buttocks. The feeling of her twelve-year-old skin was luxurious, soft as sable.
Peggy reveled in the slow, sensuous cock strokes. The lissome girl had never even thought of the possibility of assfucking, much less that she would enjoy it. The friction of Bill's turgid meat in her rectum pulled at her labia. The soft inner folds remotely caressed her clitorisn and the tiny pleasure organ erected.
Filled with blood, Peggy's cumbutton sent joyous flashes of heat through her body. She tried to reach her pussy, but her bound wrists were trapped under the heavy coil of rope. She knew that her vagina was flooding with musky juices, and the horny, urgent wanting grew in her belly.
Bill rollicked in the tight clasp of Peggy's rectum. The powerful little muscle squeezed his cock like a rubbery fist. He drew her hips toward his crotch with powerful hands. The swollen knob of his prick explored the recesses of Peggy's butt. Her ass was drier than any vagina he'd ever put his cock in, almost furry. The texture of her colon was velvet, compared to the satiny slickness of a woman's cant. His glands relished the difference, though the tightness was all at the puckered entrance.
A warm feeling spread in the virile ravisher's loins. Bill wanted to donate some pleasure to the child he was buttfucking. He released his grip on Peggy's buttock and grabbed one small, firm titty. Her lush, resilient nipple sprang up at his touch.
Peggy gasped. Muffled groans of pleasure passed the gag. Her entire body heated up. Buzzing flashes of lewd sensation sliced from her ass to her nipple and back down to her crotch.
Bill fucked into her with long, steady strokes. Peggy arched her back, presenting her anal passage to Bill's invading prick. The thick, grey smell of her penetrated rectum filled the triangular cubbyhole. The unspeakable pleasure grew in Peggy's ass. A thick lump filled the little girl's throat. She could scarcely breathe, crowning in the perverse, revolting delight of assfucking.
The shape of Bill's cock grew more impressive to her. Peggy knew exactly when the shaft would narrow on his backstroke, and precisely where the hard curve would force her colon open again. Peggy wanted to pull at his balls until his prick jammed to a gut-wrenching stop in her hidden softness.
Peggy's fingers arched into claws as the feeling kept rising. The gag was soaked with her slack-jawed drooling. She gripped the thick coils of the hawser. Peggy welcomed the bristly scratching of the hemp on her naked belly.
Bill reached under the kneeling girl. His sweating, callused hand slid down her mons. He felt the stringent clasp of Peggy's anus wring at his cock when he covered the swampy mound. His fingertips dug into the indented curve around her cuntmouth. Icy fire licked along his cockshaft, wrinkling his hairy scrotum into a stiff, meaty wad.
Peggy's heart pounded. Her nostrils flared, round as nutshells. She gasped for air in the fulsome reek of the forepeak. Aannhh-ahhhh-nnnhh," she implored. The pleasure and revulsion demanded that Peggy cry out. The spit-soaked gag muffled her yodeling gasps as she felt her orgasm building in both her pussy and her-ass.
Bill strove to force more of his cock into Peggy's ass. Her gut had a wall, a kink, deep inside, and his belly barely touched her buttocks when his cock halted. Back and forth, squeezing the whole handful of captured snatch, Bill reamed. He mashed and twisted Peggy's soft, wet cunny, and her asshole started spasming around his adamant shaft.
Peggy felt her whole body explode. She wallowed in the greasy, splitting sensations in her rectum. Her loins blew up, and her ass tried to tear Bill's cock completely off his body.
"God damn! Yeah, fuck on it, baby," he panted. Huge bursts of steaming lava fought Peggy's forbidding ass-clenches and ripped into her guts. It was a struggle to get the vital goo into her ass, but the vivid shock of the glands-tearing spew was worth it. Bill fought to unload the molten burden of his balls and Peggy fought to wring it out of his cock.
Bill's prick was planted deep, taking pistonlike half-inch strokes. Each time his meat bucked with the awesome power of his cum, Bill's spine cracked with a lightning bolt of ecstasy.
Even when Peggy's tender asshole had sucked his balls dry, the girl's wringing anal clasp pulled another shock of feeling from Bill's prick. The twelve-year-old's passion raped Bill's turgid meat until he fell heavily on her bent back.
Peggy kept going off, not even caring that Bill's stubby fingers had quit kneading at her cuntal zone. Her asshole fluttered uncontrollably, never slowing. The raw, mind-blanking power of her orgasm raged full strength for long minutes before slowly tapering off squeezing less tightly, racking them both less and less. After seeming hours of convulsive passion, Peggy's feelings faded. She fell asleep on the moldering canvas before Bill pulled out.