The slender brunette, naked from the waist down, moved her hands to her loins. "I want you here! I want you to look at my pussy." Peggy spread the hot pink lips with her fingertips. "See how hot my cunny gets? I want you to touch it again, but now I made it naked for you. See how wet I'm getting right here?" and she spread the guarding flesh at the mouth of her vagina.
"Oh, I wish you were here with me! I wish you were really here!" Peggy whined in frustration. Her round dark eyes opened. The beautiful, horny child sat up. "Darn it! Here I am all alone, nobody to walk in, and Tom's working! By the time he gets away from the bar, Mom and Dad will be back! Ohh… damn!"
"All right then," Peggy told herself. "I'll just have to find someway by myself. But…" She looked around her little cabin. Peggy drew the porthole curtains more snugly over the glass.
Peggy felt deliciously naughty. "If I were a pirate…" she said, picturing a dozen naked men bound before her, erections jutting proudly. "I could capture enough of them so they'd always be hard, instead of getting limp like Tom's."
Knowing she would see no one in the passageway, she leaned out of her cramped cabin. Peggy looked both ways, checking the curtains before tiptoeing out of the little room. The white cotton tee-shirt flapped, covering only half of her buttocks' crease and none of her pussy.
The sexy young girl checked each porthole, making sure they were covered. She turned on every light in the boat, then pulled the flimsy shirt over her head.
Peggy's long, heavy brown hair cascaded down her back when the collar popped over her head. She walked back to toss the shirt into her cabin then turned and looked toward the salon of the ketch.
Peggy stood with her feet apart, surveying her nudist's domain. The pinkness of her cuntal crease blazed in the Yellow light of the bulbs. The brunette's little fists were on her hips, her arms akimbo. The main compartment was paneled in white oak, with accents of rosewood. Hard corners and gentle curves defined the space the naked girl ruled.
Peggy stood as regally as an Amazon, but her eyes had the playful light of juvenile discovery. The multiple shadows from the small lamps outlined the soft rounds of her titties. Each out thrust nipple's top glowed in the soft light. Three lines of darkness radiated beneath the eraser-sized buds. Her hipbones poked out, putting a gentle, dual inward curve at the base of her flat belly.
She looked around. The naked child's brown eyes gleamed like the oily dark wood of the fittings behind and beside her. Peggy knew there had to be something aboard that would temporarily quiet the aching need in her crotch.
Peggy's long, long legs and high-arched feet carried her around the salon. Despite her willowy slimness, Peggy moved like a stalking tigress, opening doors and hatches.
"There's got to be something in here," she muttered. She bent and turned, and the muscles of her ass flexed and rippled with each move. "'What the in world can I use?" She bent and the olive skin of her girlish buttocks stretched. The tight pucker of her asshole showed in the cleft, just above the reddened pout of little Peggy's cuntal nesh. "Maybe Mom and Dad have something."
Peggy stalked into the master stateroom. It was near the center of the boat, thus much larger than her own tight quarters. The bed was full size, though half of it jutted under the deck above, leaving very little room to roll over. Peggy felt the slick cuntal juices flowing in her pussy. She wanted very badly to feel the desperate release of her orgasm.
Peggy rattled through jars of lotions and creams in the built-in compartments of the stateroom. The wetness of Tom's kiss on her nipple had told her how sensitive titties could be.
Peggy found a squeeze bottle of baby oil. She picked it up, and caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror beside the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her knees. The bright pink of her gash surprised her. The little triangle of her inner cuntlips had swelled with her clit, poking a meaty-looking bit of flesh through the top of her slit. She touched the red fold and a little raindrop of pussyjuice leaked out of her hole.
"Mmm… I like that," Peggy said aloud. "That's so sensitive and so nice to touch. It's almost the nicest part of my pussy!" The little girl grabbed a scrap of ribbon from her mother's dressing table and tied her opulent hair back.
Her breasts were going to grow very large, Peggy thought. The mounds were over three inches from top to bottom, even though they hadn't begun to jut out as fiercely as her mother's tits. The lovely young girl watched the firm stretching of the mounds when she raised her arms above her head.
With her hair pulled back, Peggy's throat was a tanned pillar. The lines of cords and muscles rose cleanly from her collarbones. The bow shaped clavicles were delicate as birds' wings. Peggy's skin stretched smoothly from her neck into the high, proud line of her triangular jaw. Her thin lips were redly parted over the blazing white tiles of her even teeth. The girl turned her head from side to side, wondering if her mouth wasn't a little too sensuously wide.
Peggy flared her nostrils, capturing the warm, sweet scent as she uncapped the bottle of oil. She poured a spoonful into her cupped palm. The horny child put the first bit on her shoulder and rubbed it down over her breast.
"Oh, 'yes! I think this might really do it," Peggy sighed. The warm slickness alerted every pleasure nerve in her soft skin. Thin fingers' of lewd heat trailed along under her skin. Peggy's brown nipple twitched its rim into tight wrinkles. The very tip was like a sun warmed pebble, polished by trickles of spring water.
The oil glistened on Peggy's titty. The lights of the master cabin gathered on' the soft, firm surface of her breast. Fireflies danced on the round gland when Peggy caressed it.
Peggy watched herself in the mirror. Heat grew in her belly. She had not appreciated her own youthful, erotic beauty before. The girl's hairless cunny ached for someone to share the knowledge of her vision with.
She poured more of the slick, warm grease into her hands. Peggy coated her torso. The slippery glow spread over both growing breasts. She rose from the edge of her parents' bed.
Peggy's mouth opened. Yes, that's why Janet and Sherry were kissing and licking each other today, the girl realized. A slow-motion picture of the softly rounded little redhead and her big-titted blonde mistress unreeled in Peggy's brain. Peggy could almost feel the ivory softness of Janet's spherical tits.
She stood in front of the mirror. Peggy cupped her oil-slick hands beneath the circles of her tit ties. She slid her palms down, past the arching span of her lower ribs and onto her flat belly. Peggy's waist slimmed even more as her gleaming titties thrust forward.
Peggy turned and watched herself in profile. She didn't feel she needed to touch the eagerly stiff pencil of her clit yet. The act of greasing and showing her breasts made her cunt ooze more hotly as she kept on.
Peggy's smooth buttocks poked out like half globes. Another handful of the oil made the little asscheeks shine. I had no idea my bottom could feel so good! I bet Tom-or Janet, even-would like to touch my butt! God, if one of them would! I could almost go off just from this!
Peggy turned and watched herself over her shoulder, rolling her ass and rubbing the soft moons of her buttocks with both hands. Her curvy cheeks were cleft deep. Peggy ran her fingertips in the valley between, but the skin was not quite as eager for a touch.
Peggy put her oily hands on the top of her pussy-wedge and presented both her holes to her mirror image. She thought about how much her position looked the same as Sherry's, when her brother had shoved his prick into her the night before.
Yes, I want to know what that feels like. I want to feel a man putting that nice, hard thing clear up inside me! I bet I could feel it all the way into my chest if Tom would do it. Peggy thought. The image made her pant. Her slender fingers pressed at the soft swelling of her clit-guarding labia.