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.
CHAPTER EIGHT
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.