"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.