Ron Smith

Marina girls

CHAPTER ONE

Peggy Gibson's large brown eyes widened in the darkness. The twelve-year-old's cheekbones reflected the moonlight. Her straight, thin nose flared at the salty wind. The marina's slippery wooden dock chilled her bare feet.

Peggy hadn't been able to sleep. The novelty of vacationing on a yacht excited her. A bumping noise against the hull had brought her up from her narrow bunk. The girl had covered her shorty nightgown with a jacket, but the breeze put goose bumps on her long, naked legs. Peggy impatiently swept her long brown hair out of the way. Something was going on in the boat next to hers, and she wanted to see it all. The pretty brunette crept closer.

Peggy stared through the oval porthole. She saw a slender, tanned leg flexed upward. A pretty blonde lay on her back on the thin mattress. Long, thick eyelashes fluttered, half hiding deep blue eyes. The blonde's red lips were opened to a sensuous oval. Her nostrils flared as her hands kneaded her firm, pink-nippled breasts. The glowing ivory of her huge tits blazed against her deep tan. Peggy saw a man's head buried between the long, tanned thighs.

That's Bill Green and his sister Sherry! What are they doing? Where's his wife? The pretty child wondered. Peggy stooped to watch. The ocean breeze licked at her naked hairless pussy under her nightgown.

"Bill, I love it! Nobody ever ate my pussy the way you do," the voluptuous blonde cooed. "How do you do it? I love your tongue!"

Bill pulled back from Sherry's cunt. His hand mashed down onto the puffy mound. Two fingers speared into Sherry's swampy hole. "And this? Do you still love my hands all over your box, Sis?" He stood in the narrow walk between the bunks.. His cock jutted up like a saber before a duel.

"Yes, Bill, yes, but please suck my clit some more! PLEASE!" the eager blonde sobbed. "I cum so hard that way! Don't stop eating me!"

Sherry rocked her hips, grinding her crotch against her brother's calloused hand. She grabbed his ferocious, red-knobbed prick. Sherry jacked at it so hard and fast that her bountiful white tits bounced and jiggled.

Bill swung onto the cramped boat bed. His rigid shaft pointed at Sherry's face when he straddled her head. IDs sister spread the crimson valley of her cunt with her own hands and his head plunged into the musky warmth of her gushing twat.

Bill growled into the moist cavern. His tongue slashed up and down the slickness between her hole and the stiff trigger of her clit. Sherry moaned when her brother stuffed his nose into the clutching sphincter of her vagina. He sucked the whole top of her cuntal mound into his mouth. His tongue speared wetly, forcefully into the wad of woman flesh.

Sherry gasped and cried out each time a thrust ravaged the end of her button. The entire length of the sensitive ridge thrilled to the slickness of her inner labia, moving with Bill's powerful suction.

"Let me suck your cock! I want to taste your big prick when I cum!" Sherry bounced her ass on the hard mattress. "Fuck my mouth, Bill! Let me taste that meat!" Her long fingers arched into claws on his behind. The lovely blonde strained upward. Her fiery pink tongue stabbed at her brother's thick penis.

Bill grunted when his sister inhaled the massive length of his rod. He rammed it deep into her suctioning mouth. The spongy knob pounded against the blonde's throat.

Sherry's long thighs tightened and relaxed on her brother's throat. Her back arched and straightened. She tried to engulf his whole head. The cuntal sphincter clasped and fluttered at his nose, and her pelvis strained to split open for him.

Bill's heavy balls swayed and bumped Sherry's face. The greasy sweat of his lust made his sister's face shine. The hairy sac covered her blue eyes when he jammed his cock past the tight ring of her throat.

Sherry almost gagged each time the wide ridge of Bill's glands blasted through the back of her mouth. His tongue fucked into her gaping pussy. The blonde matched her brother stroke for stroke. Her head surrounded his weapon and her loins bucked up at his face.

Bill pulled back his cock. He held it poised, only the head in her mouth. Sherry lavished her tongue around the rim and darted into the cum slit. He probed gently against her taste buds. Fractional pushes of meaty flesh made her raise her head. Sherry whined as he pulled further and further away. Only the tip of his tongue flickered on the end of her cut. Bill's fingers danced on the edges of her puffy labia.

Sherry sucked mightily at her brother's prick. She pulled at the swollen tip again and again, until he thrust clear to her throat. His mouth enveloped her mons, and the fevered blonde burst inside.

Vast spasms wrenched from her belly. Sherry gulped at Bill's cock. Her muscles jerked and she forced his hips down. The blonde ground her cunt at his face. She gurgled around the cockshaft, trying breathlessly to plead for more cock and more tongue.

Sherry's long, painted fingernails sent lances of hot pain through Bull's buttocks. His hips tensed, and Bill jabbed harder into her gullet. His lips gnawed at the fluttering petals of her cunt. Female dew flooded his face. Bill smothered in the melting sogginess of her orgasmic flood.

Sherry's huge tits flattened under Bill's tensing belly. Her nipples were hard as pebbles boring into his skin. The creamy white mounds of Sherry's asscheeks tightened and flexed in her brother's hands. She felt his teeth raking the tender inner lips of her pussy. Bill's tongue bladed allover her cuntal crevice, slashing into her hole, then flickering hungrily at her clit. She couldn't stop cumming if she wanted to.

The blonde pulled her head away from his throat reaming cock. The head of it was crimson, slippery with her spit. Sherry jacked viciously at the long shaft. "I need it in my cunt! I need to feel your cock clear up in my guts, Bill! Put it in me before I stop cumming!" Sherry begged her brother. She squeezed his meat-filled sac. Her face was puffy, her lips bruised by his virile thrusts.

"How do you want it, Sis?" Bill growled, lifting his face from her sopping loins. "Stand up and bend over!"

He rolled off his sister's sweating torso. "Right here in the companionway," Bill said. "I'm gonna fuck you like a tall dog, Sherry."

Sherry sat up. Her jaw was slack with heat. "Yes, Bill! Do it good and hard! I want it bad tonight. I need to be.fucked so hard it hurts!" Her melon-size breasts swayed as she stood in front of him. The deep swell of her lower curves shaded her arching ribs. The pink rim of each nipple sprang out like a bell in the center of the pink-white, glistening globes. Deeper pink points squared the ends, as big as dark wine grapes.

Her back to her brother, Sherry bent down. Her firm buttocks gleamed. They were wet with her slippery cuntal flood and her greasy sweat. The deep cleft between her asscheeks flattened as she leaned. Her darkly puckered rectum glistened wetly above the cuntal slit. Sherry's lush breasts hung in perfect cones, rippling when she shook in anticipation.

"Awright, Sherry! I'm gonna give you what you need," Bill panted. He aimed his cock at the swampy slot, and pressed it against her flesh. He corkscrewed his hips, and the cock head slowly went out of sight in Sherry's vagina.

"Yes, Bill, more! I need more! Push harder, baby," Sherry gasped. "I want it all!"

Bill put his hands on Sherry's hips. He pulled her back against his hairy belly. Her firm buttocks mashed against him and the blonde gasped. Bill pressed his groin forward, curving his cock further into his sister's belly. The cuntal sphincter clenched around the base of his prick. He kept standing straight up behind her, and pulled back.

"You've got the best cunt in the world, Sis. Ever since we were little, I never got a fuck as good as yours," Bill grunted. He pulled her forcefully back again as he thrust, and the wet slapping sound as belly met ass filled the cramped cabin. He reamed from side to side, his coarse pubic hair scratching her tender buttocks, then jabbed his prick home again.

Sherry's tits bounced and rippled with the force of his lunges. "She had one hand on each bunk, and her head hung down. Sweat poured from both of them. The cabin reeked of cunty juices and the sweat of her brother's balls.

The voluptuous blonde whimpered at the punishing severity of her orgasm. Sherry could not stop herself from going off. Shuddering waves of piercing energy shot from her cuntal flesh to her every nerve. Her pussy walls clung to the thrusting intruder. Each violent stroke of Bill's shaft stretched the skin over her clit and made her cum harder.

The tension built up in Bill's rock-hard organ. His rectum clenched from the effort of staving off his cockspew. He bent down and grabbed his sister's massive tits. They molded into firm masses of lust in his hands.

Sherry was too far gone to scream. The pulling in her breasts seared a hot line down into her pussy. Her brother was using the sensual mounds to force her buttocks harder against his belly. The skin of her asscheeks stung from the slapping of his hairy loins.

Bill felt the meaty clinging of her tunnel. The mouth of her pussy milked at his prick. His balls swung forward, and he felt her labia mashing when the sac bounced against them. Their flesh was soaked with her spurting juices. The pressure rose unceasingly inside him. Bill strained until he could hardly see.

Sherry's knees wavered. Her brother's weight pounded against her hips. She missed the beat of his strenuous thrust.

His control beginning to slip, Bill tightened the muscles at the base of his cock. He grunted, trying to recover the rhythm Sherry's cunt had lost. His fingers dug into the firm masses of her bosom.

"Unnhhh! Oh, Sherry! L-look out, Sis!" Bill groaned. He straightened his back a little, then released her magnificent tits still banging his prick into her female softness.

Bill grabbed his sister's hips. He jerked, and, sent a thick stream of soupy cum deep into Sherry's womb. He bucked again, and his sister gasped with the vigorous thrust inside her cuntal flesh. The couple's joined organs spasmed together. Bill kept moving, pushing, forcing deeper ill Sherry's belly.

Sherry's pussy was out of control. She kept wringing at the slowing cock with her cunt until Bill's weight grew heavier on her back. Her knees weakened, and the incestuous couple sank to the deck. Their sensual organs stayed welded together, trapped by Sherry's tight cuntal clasp.

CHAPTER TWO

Peggy couldn't believe her eyes. The scene inside the" cabin was too fantastic for her young thoughts to contain. When the twelve-year-old first saw Bill's rampant erection, a flood of heat rose in her belly.

Peggy and her parents had only arrived at the marina that day. Her father, Ed Gibson, had jumped at the chance when John Wood, a friend he'd worked with years before, had offered the loan of his forty-foot ketch. In exchange for some of Ed's skilled carpentry, the family could live aboard and sail the boat for a full month.

John had introduced the family to some of the neighbors when he turned the boat over to the Gibson's. He suggested that Peggy sail the little Bluejay sloop Ed had built, but the pretty little girl was far too excited. The newness of the yacht harbor had kept Peggy wound up far past her usual bedtime. She had thought that a short walk on the sparsely lit dock would tire her, but the scene she peeked in on ended that notion.

The breeze fluttered her jacket open. Looking down to fasten it, Peggy compared her own nipples to the pink bumps she had seen inside the boat. Peggy's aureoles crinkled from the chill. The tips of her brown nipples stuck through the filmy nighty like twin marbles. She touched one.

That's nice, the nubile child thought. Peggy rolled the rubbery end between her fingers. The touch warmed her in the same fluttery way that watching Bill and Sherry did. Her pulse accelerated. The mound of her tiny, blossoming breast was tenderly firm. Peggy palmed both of her luscious litttle tits.

I like this! My titties-are getting more sensitive every day! Peggy bent over to peer through the porthole. Seeing Bill Green kissing Sherry's cunny put goose bumps on the young girl's long, smooth thighs. An odd tingle warmed Peggy's pussy. She thought for a moment that she had to piss.

Peggy's hand crept from her teacup-size breasts to her pussy. The feeling got stronger. She realized it had nothing to do with pissing. Peggy squeezed her mons gently.

When Bill stood in the narrow passageway, then straddled his sister's head, little Peggy's large brown eyes grew like saucers. She envied the blonde woman's close-up view of that menacing weapon. Peggy licked her lips.

That's it! That's why their pants bulge! Peggy kneaded the soft, feminine swell of her labia with both slim-fingered hands. Her knees weakened as the fluttery warmth inside her belly grew. Peggy's breath came in ragged gasps.

Peggy felt she should leave, but the sight of the two people sucking inside the cabin kept her there. An unfamiliar dew gathered at the base of her pussy. The little girl opened the rich, pouting swells of her labia and eased a fingertip into the mouth of her vagina.

The tight opening was warm and tiny inside. Peggy pressed down with the smooth muscles of her flat tummy, and the hole widened. Her finger slid a fraction further. oh, my! Why haven't I… Ohh! Peggy's digit moved back and forth. The untrained sphincter of her virginal pussy clamped tightly around her fingertip. Peggy's viscous cuntal flow increased and the finger popped out.

The slim edges of her labia flashed a thrill of sharp feeling along her spine. Peggy's ooze slicked finger traced the outer edge of her mons. The feeling was so excitingly novel that she closed her large eyes. The little brunette's long, inky-black eyelashes fanned like moth's wings.

Peggy felt a tiny stiffness at the top of her sensuous crease. She gathered more of her musky juice on her questing fingertip. The slick tenderness between the inner petals of her mons shuddered under each magnified ridge of her fingerprint. The nerve center at the top of her puss folds ached demandingly as her fingertip neared it.

Peggy tortured herself with denials. The clitoral ridge lengthened throbbingly. Peggy avoided touching it, her finger tracing one side of the erotic button before slipping down past the other side. Peggy circled the nubbin more closely each time, then gathered more of her heavy wetness from her cuntal well.

Peggy held her pussylips wide open with two slender fingers. The delicate inner lips swelled, growing with the blossoming heat in her hairless vulva. She opened her eyes, beginning to moan under her breath.

Peggy's intense concentration slipped when she saw Bill thrust the angry mass of his cock into Sherry's mouth. Her finger failed in her careful detour around her untouched clit.

"Aaahhhh!" Peggy breathed. The twelve-year-old's naked pubes blossomed. It's so alive! God! How come I never knew! Razor-sharp feelings sliced along every nerve in Peggy's slender body.

Peggy touched the round tip of her clit again. The pink pellet moved under her soft touch. A meaty warmth expanded in her pelvis. She explored the tight labial fold around her love trigger, sinking to her knees on the mist-chilled wood of the dock.

A hard inch of exquisite feeling swiveled in the softness of her pussymound. Peggy slipped her gooey cuntal fold back. The tender cylinder poked forward, exposed to the sea breeze.

Goosebumps popped out on Peggy's soft, olive skin. Her naked buttocks rested on her heels. The heavy sleeves of her jacket restricted Peggy's lascivious manipulations, so she shrugged out of it.

Peggy's erect nipples were as dark and hard as two coffee beans in the night chill. The flimsy cloth of her nighty tented around the stiff peaks of her miniature breasts. Loose strands of soft brown hair made a halo around her pretty face. The scattered bulbs along the dock made the air around the girl glow.

The new feelings in Peggy's loins delighted her. She dipped her fingertips into the viscous cuntal fluids again. The heavy ooze greased Peggy's entire palm. The sensual girl flesh of her labia swelled under her touch. She shivered in the night air.

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."