The waves of Peggy's cum matched the spraying flight of the masses of seed. Peggy urged each wad out, milking Tom's cock with all her remaining strength. Her crotch pushed uncontrollably against Tom's hand.
Jet after jet of milky seed burst from Tom's glands. Peggy watched the stuff, fascinated by the exact matching of their spasms. Her own orgasm had paralyzed her. The twelve-year-old was locked in a limp daze of fulfillment. Thick juices flowed over her hand, and she let go or" Tom's balls.
"Ohmigod, Peggy! I never even thought I could actually touch you, and now look! You really surprised me," Tom breathed. "You did that awfully well- and you really went off yourself, didn't you?"
"I'm glad you touched me," the little brunette answered. "I went off so good! I never got so hot on my own hand, Tom."
Tom kissed the pretty child. "I'm glad you liked it, Peggy. I loved it!" He reached for a towel and wiped the cum from his belly. The cabin was full of the smell of their sweat.
Peggy rested her soft hand on Tom's willing cock. "I didn't think that stuff would shoot so hard! It's neat." She climbed onto the narrow bunk. The twelve-year-old tossed the limber weight of his softening prick. "How soon will it get hard again?"
"Hey, Peggy! Just a second." Tom Sanders grinned and hugged her. The naked little mounds of Peggy's titties pressed against his tanned chest. "Wouldn't you like just a little bit of rest?"
"Oh, all right, I'll rest-but you better put some pants on or I'll keep on playing with this!"
"That's why girls your age are illegal," Tom smiled. "You don't know when to stop!"
Suddenly the little brunette heard a familiar voice. "Peggy, where are you? Peggy?" It was her father, and he was up on the dock!
CHAPTER SIX
Tom dragged on a sweater and pants. Peggy covered her pink-brown nipples with the orange triangles of her bikini bra. Both arms flying, Tom opened the Sea Nymph's forward hatch and opened the chart table. "Peggy! It's lunchtime, baby," Ed Gibson called. His voice rose a tone.
"Daddy? I'm over here," Peggy called, standing up through the hatch. "Tom is showing me his navigating stuff."
Ed walked over to the boat where his daughter stood. His grey eyebrows knitted in parental concern. "I've been looking all over for you, Peggy. You should have told your mother or me when you got back."
Tom Sanders popped out of the cabin behind Peggy. "Mr. Gibson? Your daughter came by and I invited her aboard. I hope you don't mind." The tanned bartender put on his most winning smile. "Yacht clubs are pretty safe places, with the gates locked and all." Tom swept his arm toward the sloop's cabin in invitation. "Would you like to come aboard, sir?"
"Well… maybe a little later. Peggy's mother is keeping her lunch hot right now." Ed Gibson unknitted his forehead and gave a slight smile. "I hope she wasn't bothering you."
"Not at all, really. There aren't an awful lot of people to talk with in the middle of the week here, you know. At least Peggy asks questions I can answer." Tom smiled as Ed helped Peggy onto the dock. "Feel free to come back, either of you."
"I will, Tom," the long-legged twelve-year-old replied. Ed smiled and nodded, leading his daughter back toward the borrowed ketch where Ruth waited.
Peggy expected a lecture from her dad on the way, but he surprised her. Ed talked excitedly about the beauty of the bay and the family's planned cruise to the Channel Islands. "You're going to remember this vacation the rest of your life, Peggy," he said.
Especially if I can get some more of that nice hard cock of Tom's, Peggy told herself.
The long summer twilight faded toward night as Ed and Ruth prepared to go out. "You're sure you'll be all right here alone?" Peggy's mother asked. "You won't be bored?"
"I'll be okay, Mom. I'm awful tired-I'll just make a snack and go to bed." Peggy looked her parents over. Her mother was stunning in a long, slinky dress, and her immaculate makeup accented her dark, exotic beauty. She looked young enough to be Ed's daughter. "You guys look fantastic! I hope you have a super good time tonight." The willowy little brunette went on tiptoe to kiss her parents goodbye.
"Oh, we'll have a good time, baby," Ed grinned. Smiling in his dark suit, he looked like a tycoon, rather than the carpenter he was. "I saved long enough for this that we'd better have a hell of a time!" He gave Peggy a paternal hug, and warned, "Don't let anybody aboard, honey, and don't wait up for us."
Peggy nodded. Her long hair glistened in the cabin lights. Ruth touched her daughter's shoulder and winked, and both parents left.
It was full dark. The moon hadn't risen. Peggy took her sandwich up on deck and thought about her day. She felt her ears reddening when she recalled being knocked out of the boat. Right out in the middle of the channel! My pussy must have been bright red from fingering! I still hope nobody saw me, she thought.
Remembering her rescuer and the hot, hat d feel of his cock.made Peggy's hairless cunny simmer. She stood atop the ketch's cabin, straining for a look at Tom's boat. If there are any lights on, maybe I'll go over there.
Peggy saw the boat, but nobody was aboard. Realizing Tom would be at work didn't stop the juicy heat in her crotch. She scanned the jumble of boats, noticing that the Greens were gone, as well.
A white blot in the channel caught her eye. Peggy wondered if it were Bill Green's runabout, since the little motorboat was missing from the slip.
Pretty, lithe Peggy felt a blowtorch of lust flame in her belly. Neither Sherry's incest nor her Lesbian passions seemed right to the twelve-year-old, but the acts she'd watched excited her. I bet all three of them are doing something out there in that boat. Thai; must be why they aren't showing a light, like they're supposed to. That Janet Green looks so soft – maybe Bill and his sister are licking all over her, her pussy and everything!
The lissome brunette peered through the darkness. A green glow showed briefly under the boat, but winked out quickly. Realizing it was too dark to see anything so many yards away, Peggy went below to lie in her bunk.
Peggy touched her cuntal zone through the tight shorts she'd put on that afternoon. The now-familiar warmth was there, fanned by the pictures in her mind. She unsnapped the waist of the wheat-colored cutoffs and slid them down her smoothly tapered thighs.
The pants fell to the floor. Peggy put her thumbs in the elastic band of her sky-blue cotton panties, and slowly rolled them down, exposing the warm curve of her eager pussy. The lips of her virginal crevice were pink, beginning to swell with anticipation.
Two bumps the size of lima beans poked beyond the firm swellings of Peggy's titties. Even in the dimly lit cabin, the dark circles of Peggy's aureoles showed under the thin fabric of her tee shirt. Peggy rocked and twisted her shoulders from side to side. She relished the feathery thrill of worn cotton against the swollen nipple-buds.
Peggy lay lasciviously on her narrow, short ship's bunk. She slid her heels up along the sheet, opening her knees. The girl's hips were beginning to show the voluptuous curvature of womanly breadth. Her labia shaded like an opening rose, from pale pink at the edges to near-crimson in the slippery valley between. The inner petals deepened as she imagined Tom's prick in her hands.
Peggy rolled her hips, offering the tender mouth of her cunny to her imaginary lover. She caressed her still-clothed bosom. The nipples throbbed with pulsations of stiff feeling.
Peggy closed her eyes and thought of the hard, hot feeling of the first cock she'd ever touched, "Tom, please let me kiss it, she breathed. The nubile child opened her pink lips in a sensual circle. Her tongue beckoned invitingly, with lubricious curling motions..
"I want to suck your cock, Tom," Peggy whispered, "it must taste wonderful! Please let me lick that lovely red knob and put your balls in my mouth."