"No, I never did," Peggy stated. She stared closely at the length of his virile meat. "I saw it when you helped me to catch my boat, but I never got close enough to touch one. I never really got a good look." She traced the curve of his coronal ridge with a tapering fingertip. "It makes me feel funny inside."
"Did you like watching me? How long were you here before you touched me?" Tom wondered how many other people could have seen him jacking off. His cock tensed with each touch of Peggy's hands. He watched her exploring fingers rove over his turgid prick while he waited for her answer.
"I only watched for a couple of minutes. I wondered what you were doing." Peggy pulled the thick weapon until it pointed up at her face. "Watching you really got me hot." She touched the pearly drop of slickness on the tip of Tom's glands. Peggy smeared it allover the wide red prick head, asking, "What's this stuff? It feels very nice.
"It cleans out the tube inside when I get hard." Tom worried as Peggy's fingers slithered lewdly over his cock. "Maybe I'd better close the hatchway, Peggy."
"Yeah – I heard you talking when I was up on the dock." Peggy stood up straight, releasing Tom's cock. Her hungry stare followed him as he stood. She touched the cheeks of his ass when he brushed by, and watched the meaty swaying of his scrotum as the hatch shut.
Peggy was inflamed by the closeness of a virile man. She imagined the scratchy play of his coarse chest-hair against her blossoming titties. Her loins burned when she stared at his jutting proud cock.
"Better?" Tom asked. Peggy's olive skin glistened in the dimness. He cranked a vent open.
"I – I'm worried, Tom," Peggy said, looking down. "What if I don't do it right?" She crossed her hands in front of her beginning bosom and leaned against his torso. Her brown eyes were large and liquid, filled with uncertainty and the gleam of horny wanting.
"Hey, Peggy, it's okay. I don't think you could do it wrong, really. I'll say so, if you want, but don't worry." Tom hugged her frail slimness. Peggy's smooth skin was soft as seal fur. His cock pressed into the tender warmth of her stomach.
Peggy's tiny orange bra just touched the tip of Tom's glands. She circled her fingers around his cockshaft. The pretty brunette began a slow, lascivious stroking. She guided him back to the bunk with his sensitive tool. The thin mattress yielded under his hips when she softly pushed him down.
"Would you like to look at me, too?" Peggy asked. Tom nodded, licking his lips. "I like the way your penis feels," the twelve-year-old added. Her light fingers confirmed the statement.
"May I…" Tom began. Peggy rubbed the bulge of her vulva against his thigh. Tom gasped, then slowly lifted her orange bra. The brown rim of her nipple's edge peeked at him. A rush of erotic power gathered in his balls.
Peggy took one hand from his cockshaft. She pulled the bottom edge of the bra cup over her firm mounds. She was glad her tits had begun to grow, setting off the girlish slimness' of her waist.
As soon as Tom touched it, Peggy's nipple began to stiffen. It sharpened to a hard peak, nearly the size of his thumb's end. A deep pink shined through the cocoa-brown of the nubbin.
"Oooh, that's nice," Peggy whispered. The ring of sensitive skin around the pebble contracted into tiny, wrinkled ridges. Peggy twisted to force the firm mound of her little titty into Tom's hand.
"Your breasts are beautiful, Peggy," Tom marveled. His throat had a dry lump from the razor sharpness of her musky-scented closeness. "You're the loveliest girl I've ever seen!"
Peggy was beautiful to begin with. The lewd heat in her eyes and the sensuous moistness of her mouth made her even lovelier. Still caressing his cock, Peggy bent over Tom and kissed him full on the lips.
Tom put his free hand around her smooth shoulders. He caressed her growing bosom more deeply. The softness molded into stiff-peaked mounds of girlish arousal.
Peggy squeezed his cock harder. She stroked Tom's meat more quickly, and his hips began to rock with pre-orgasmic intensity. "Yes, touch me like that," Peggy panted. "Your hands feel so good on my boobs."
The heat in Peggy's cunny grew. She was torn between fingering herself and pulling the ever stiffening shaft of Tom's cock. "Touch me, please," she begged. "Please put your hand on my pussy."
"Oh, God, yes! I wanted to touch you there when I first saw you," Tom said. His tongue wetted his lips and his nostrils flared. The young man slipped his hands down to the sleek swell of her mons. The flesh within was hot, warming his hands even through her panties. They both gasped as Tom cupped the feminine center of her lusty urges.
Peggy pushed her cunt against his hand. Tom's muscular fingers covered the whole swelling vee of her pussy. Vast pulses of sensation raced through her youthfully slim body. It was like an electric shock that tightened every muscle each time her clitty felt the satiny friction of her juicy inner labia.
Tom put his free hand around Peggy's neck. She bent close to him. Her hips rocked and her hand pistoned on his prickshaft. His lips opened, and meteors of heat burned from her nipples. Peggy squeaked at the sudden shock. None of her own nipple-touching had been as nice as his kisses!
Peggy bit her lower lip. Tendrils of voluptuous feeling slithered all through her young body.. She felt her entire pubic zone opening like a castle gate around his touch. Her titties felt twice their usual size.
She pressed her blood-gorged nipples against his face. Every suck on one lengthened the point. Each long, flat tongued lick felt sharp as paper cuts.
Peggy loved his hand on her pussy. The squeezing sent her soaring higher than her own hand ever had. She whimpered as the intense feeling piled up in her loins.
Tom growled. He sucked and tasted her tittiebumps, gobbling at her girl flesh. He marveled at the rubbery tension of each nipple, at the sensuous stretching when he gnawed them. The dampness oozing from the mouth of Peggy's vagina began to seep through her panties. His fingers got slick and-moist.
The vee-taper of Peggy's labia pointed the way to the gushing center of her pussy. Tom's fingers kneaded the yielding point of her cunt, and his palm worked the flesh-covered ridge of her clit.
Peggy ground her cunt against his hand. Lances of feeling flashed from her pussy to her nipples, her mouth, her brain. She was desperate, feeling the burst of her cum just beyond. Tom's hand was slowing, moving irregularly, jabbing into her softness when it moved at all.
Sensations grew inside her belly. Her nerves piled up an overload. The little brunette felt her nerves stretching like platinum wires. Just a little more of that hand would send her off!
Peggy clutched at Tom's ball-weighted sac. She jerked her clenched fist around the flaming steel of his swollen cock. Her asscheeks quivered like jellyfish with each hunching jerk against Tom's hand.
"Yeah, baby, that's it," Tom moaned. "That's gonna do it, Peggy," he chanted as their hands wrestled with each other's lusty flesh.
Peggy pulled Tom's cockskin up and toward her. She forced her cunny against his hand. He pushed and squeezed at her molten wedge. The couple rose together, piling sensations on each other in perfect harmony. She mashed his balls against the base of his prick, and he mashed her cuntal flesh into itself. Peggy pulled mercilessly at Tom's cockshaft and watched it constantly.
Up and up, harder and harder the couple strained. Tom burrowed against her titties. Peggy forced her loins against his hand. Peggy felt his prick tense. His strong hand pressed hard against her crotch. Tom cupped her vulva with a motionless force. Peggy pulled desperately at his cockflesh, and a thick wad of semen blasted out the end of the knob.
Peggy went off. Her knees sagged. She was flying like the gobbet of seed, end over end. Colors flooded the corners of her vision. Another swelling of the glands, and the jerking pulse of Tom's root spewed more of the stringy whiteness to the ceiling.