Peggy's juice-smeared palm slithered over the tip of her girlish clit. The sharpness of her lewd feelings was delightfully painful.
I-I can't stand it! It's so damn nice I can't stand it! Peggy thought. Her pulse raced in her ears. The blood rushed louder, and all the seaside sounds receded to dimness. Peggy concentrated all her attention in the slippery vee of her cunt.
Yes, I think… I hope… Short disconnected pleadings fluttered in Peggy's head. She slipped a fingertip into her tight pussymouth again. The vague need solidified as Peggy's clit rolled under her slippery palm. Her pretty head leaned back, exposing the smooth pillar of her throat.
Peggy's lascivious feelings took a little leap, building again when she rocked her pussy into her cupping palm, Her slim hand curled, sending her fingertip fractionally deeper in her cuntal channel. A curtain of hair fell behind the little girl.
Peggy felt her little breast mounds flatten over her high-arched ribs. Her hands worked faster and harder at her cunt. Her pebble-hard nipples stabbed through her sheer nighty.
She rocked forward and back. Every muscle and nerve tightened like harp strings. The icy heat of her clit-tip changed.
Something different… It's good, so sood! What is it? So… so diff…
"Mmm-mm-huh," Peggy grunted. A huge flower, pink and sweet as watermelon, budded and grew in her belly. Her head was ready to burst. Peggy's busy hands slowed on her hairless pussy.
The looming mass of feeling threatened to engulf her. Peggy wanted it to arrive, but her body was working so strangely! Her soft swollen cunny moved against her hands, rubbing wetly. The little sphincter sucked at her fingertip. It tried to pull Peggy's hand in, squeezing and milking the slim digit. Her hips wouldn't stay still.
Peggy wasn't sure she wanted her pelvis to stop rocking. Her cuntal zone took control over her slender body. Every desperate plot ion swelled the voluptuous tension. The musky juice from her vagina flooded her fingers. Her hand squished with the same noisy rhythm as her passionate moans.
Peggy wasn't cold any more. She sweated in the moist night air. Her grimace revealed shining teeth in the yellow glimmer of the dock lamps. Something was about to happen in Peggy's virginal young flesh. The little brunette was just about to recognize what it was…
The world opened up and Peggy fell in. The meaty pink bloom inside her belly burst and groans racked her body. Long waves of orgasmic feeling flooded outward from her exploding pelvis, catching the girl up in steady, sensuous response. Peggy throbbed with metronomic regularity, each sense and muscle pounding like a giant's vast heart.
Her thoughts went incoherent, then disappeared. The depth and motion of Peggy's sensations left no room in her mind for idea. The lovely twelve-year-old didn't know what was happening to her.
She just knew she liked it.
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning Peggy stretched luxuriously in her narrow bunk. Her parents were already moving about. A dim echo of the wrenching orgasm of the night before knotted in her naked pussy. Boy! That sure was neat! I think I'll do it again as soon as I can, she thought.
"I think I'll sail the Bluejay this morning, Dad," Peggy said after breakfast. "I'd like to look around the harbor-I never saw so many nice boats!"
"Okay, honey. Your mom and I have to pick up some deck glue today. We'll be back in a couple of hours," Ed Gibson answered. "If I'm as good a shipwright as I used to be, we can leave for the Channel Islands next week."
Peggy waved goodbye to her parents as she raised the little sloop's sails. The little brunette couldn't help smiling at the happy way her parents bumped their hips together walking up the gangway. Her mother and father had constant smiles this morning, and that cheered Peggy.
The morning wind ruffled the thin blouse Peggy wore over her tiny orange bikini. She looked this way and that, marveling at the profusion of sleek hulls. Long, sleek ocean racers floated low. The clean cigar-like shapes made her cunny tingle, especially when Peggy compared the jutting bowsprits to the menacing cock she'd watched plunging into Sherry's pussy last night.
The little Bluejay was shaped like a pumpkin seed. Peggy compared the outline of the deck with the shape of.her opened labia, and grinned. "I feel like a little finger in my cockpit!"
A small motorboat in the channel caught her eye: Peggy headed the boat up toward it. She squinted across the sunny sparkle of the salt water. Was that Bill Green in scuba gear?
The other boat was straight upwind from her. Peggy tacked back and forth, crossing the breeze to get closer. Two women sat in the boat, gesturing as if they were talking to the diver.
That's Sherry, the blonde one in the blue bikini, Peggy thought. And the redhead must be Bill's wife, Janet! I wonder if she knows what Bill and his sister were doing last night?
Bill lowered his face mask and slipped into the water. Peggy trimmed her sails, nonchalantly pretending she hadn't the slightest interest in the other boat. The woman-child's pussy fluttered as she recalled the torrid sucking she'd watched the night before. She held the tiller with one knee and took off her flowered shirt.
Two tiny orange triangles molded to the luscious little cones of her girlish breasts. Peggy's bikini panties rode low on her hips, only a finger's width from showing the top of her private crease. Reflecting splashes of sunlight danced in the shadows of her high cheekbones. An orange ribbon caught back her long brown hair.
Peggy squinted as she turned the boat again. Even at fifty yards, she recognized Sherry. The thin strip of blue cloth made the blonde's breasts look even bigger.
Janet's red hair shined like a copper torch. A floppy hat and a lacy, long-sleeved white tunic protected her milk-white skin. Peggy recalled Mrs. Green's smaller shapeliness. The redhead's ass was as round as a ripe peach. Every part of the married woman looked soft and sensual, from the rich swell of her lips to the pillowy roundness of her lower belly. Janet's breasts were not as large as her sister-in-law's, but the wide-spaced hemispheres of her bosom fit her Titian looks perfectly. A light dusting of freckles across her upturned nose set off her wide green eyes. She looked younger than her twenty-five years.
I wonder what he's diving for out here? Would there be any fish this close to the docks? Peggy was intrigued. She wanted to find out why the little runabout was anchored there, but she saw the two women looking at her. The little brunette turned the sloop across the wind and busied herself with the sails.
Peggy glided along with her back to the two women for a few minutes. The morning sun warmed her face and belly. Another tack would take her behind the runabout. The Bluejay heeled over further in the freshening breeze.
Peggy leaned back to balance her little sloop. Her panties slipped down, revealing the paleness of her buttocks and the top of her ass cleavage. Peggy didn't mind. It made her feel deliciously naughty to have her behind exposed on the open water.
The twelve-year-old pulled the front of the bikini panty down. Peggy increased the flutter in her pussy when she showed it to the bright sun. She caressed the upper swell of her pussylips in recollection of the night before.
Half of her cuntal slit and most of her young bottom showed. Peggy came about again, ducking under the heavy wooden boom as it crossed the cockpit. She faced the women in the motorboat, and the sight hit the girls like a fist in her crotch.
Sherry's blue bra had disappeared. Her magnificent breasts blazed white in the sunlight. A curtain of heavy red-gold hair swung across the pink-tipped white mounds. Janet Green kissed Sherry full on the lips!
Peggy could see both tongues fencing as the women's mouths met. She was only a few yards away, blessing the wind that kept the sound of her sailboat masked. The little girl couldn't resist stealing her hand to her pussy.