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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
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Laura's Ball Club
By Carole Wilson
Chapter 1
Laura Cutter was furious. Even her mother said that a twelve
year old young lady who was beginning to develop like one ought to
leave baseball to the boys! Can you just imagine in this day and
age leaving everything to the boys just like it was 1800 or some
ancient time like that! She snapped her long blond pigtails in
the air like two ferocious whips as she turned on her heel and
left the sand lot where the boys in the neighborhood were having a
wonderful time playing baseball and wouldn't let her play! Well,
she had the right to have a good time, too, didn't she? Why were
all the fun things left for the boys? She liked to play hockey,
or example, and what did her mother want her to do? She insisted
that Laura take figure skating lessons! Of all the stupid things
to do! What good are figure skating lessons? What you had to do
was get the experience so that you were able to place the puck
exactly where it was supposed to go. Figure skating lessons were
sure a laugh when it came to doing anything useful like that! And
now it seemed as if the whole world was against her playing
baseball too!
"Hi, Janie," she suddenly called, seeing her pal on the way
to the sand lot, coming at her in the other direction. "They
won't let you play," she announced sourly. "Boys! They think
they know everything!" She expected to see Janie get really angry,
because she liked a good game of baseball or hockey as much as
Laura did, but Janie seemed to be looking for someone.
"Hey, Laura, have you seen Mack?" Janie asked, not perturbed
about the unfair conditions for girls in Hobbs Corner at all!
"I don't care if I never see him," Laura spat. "What's it to
you to see a boy?"
Now Janie Farragut focused her attention on her old friend,
seeing for herself that Mack Toohey was not at the sand lot.
"Well if you want to get to play with boys, you got to know
how to go about doing it, Laura. You don't be stupid about it."
"Are you calling me stupid?" Laura said, blazing at her old
friend, her buddy, she thought.
"Oh, naw, come off it, Laura. What I mean is these guys
ain't the only guys in town, and there are other baseball games in
other places."
"Where?"
"Other places I know," the dark-haired, freckle-nosed Janie
whispered mysteriously. "Only you have to join the club to play."
"A baseball club?" Laura Cutter's pretty jaw dropped in
surprise. Then her brow puckered. "What are you talking about?"
"That's why I'm looking for Mack Toohey," the darker girl
explained. "See, to join a club, you have to be initiated and to
do that, there's a number of steps, you know. Right now I'm
supposed to be doing another step in my initiation."
"You mean that Mack Toohey is a member of this club?" Laura
had always admired Mack Toohey. He was a real leader of the guys,
and he was extra good in any sport, it seemed. He could play
hockey like a Maple Leaf. The Maple Leafs were her favorite team.
"He sure is. He's the president, I think. I'm not sure.
Before your initiation is finished, you don't get told very much,
not even where you're going to play when you're finished."
"Why not?" Laura demanded. It sounded to her like more of
male chauvinism.
"They have to be careful, of course. If you have a club, you
don't let people know your secrets. If people don't pass the
initiation and don't get into the club, what happens if they know
all the secrets?" Laura couldn't imagine what would happen, if
anything.
"I suppose it depends on the secrets," she mumbled. "Who's
in the club?" she asked, still suspicious of the whole idea. She
had never heard of such a thing to do with baseball!
"You can't know that either, not yet. Say, Laura, there's
talk they're going to need another girl for the team. You
interested?"
"You mean they have to have a certain number of girls? Why
don't they just pick the best players?" Laura was perplexed and
the idea certainly did nothing to allay her suspicions.
"It's up to you," the other girl said, shrugging her
shoulders as though it didn't matter in the least bit whether
Laura, who was supposed to be her best friend, was on her team or
not! Laura could not help being incensed and then hurt. "I just
have to find someone," Janie continued nonchalantly.
"What would I have to do?" Laura asked then. She could not
help but recall that Mack Toohey was in this club, whatever it
was.
"First you have to come to a special meeting and talk to the
guys, I guess. I'd have to find out for sure," Janie explained.
"What time are going home for lunch, and I'll call you."
"Can't we just go and find Mack and find out now?" Laura
asked.
"If I can find Mack, we got other things to do," Janie told
her mysteriously.
"Like what?" Laura asked with a penetrating stare. Since
when did Janie Farragut do things secret from her best friend?
"Oh, Laura, I can't tell you. That's why I want you to
join!"
"Well I don't mind going and talking about it."
"I'll call you at noon."
"Yeah, okay," Laura agreed, and they parted. Laura Cutter
went home because there wasn't anything better to do, and she
might just as well sit around and read comics. Janie Farragut
went looking for Mack, apparently.
* * *
"First I have to ask you," said Janie later that afternoon
when Laura met her for the club meeting to which she was invited,
"if you'll promise not to tell anyone anything if you decide not
to join. I mean, you wouldn't want me to get into trouble or
anything like that!"
"Of course not!" Laura affirmed. What could Janie mean by
trouble?
"I told the guys you had a sense of honor and weren't any
tattle tale," Janie smiled, sighing with relief.
"I sure do!" Laura agreed, wondering now why she would be
called upon to use it.
They had several blocks to walk before turning into a really
beautiful house on the outskirts of Hobbs Corner. Laura thought
it was the DePow house, but she wasn't sure. Ernest DePow was a
former mayor of the town, and the family was the wealthiest in the
whole county, her father often said.
"Hey, won't we get caught in here?" Laura asked nervously.
Already Janie had left the path that led to the front door and was
leading her pal over the lawns. Laura was not accustomed to
walking on such beautiful lawns. The only one she knew that
looked anywhere near as beautiful was in the park and it was
covered with signs that warned people not to walk on it.
"So what if we do? Peter has a right to play with kids,"
Janie told her.
"Who's Peter?"
"Peter DePow. He lives here, and he's in the club," Janie
told her importantly. "He goes to private school," she then
explained, suddenly feeling guilty for enjoying her sense of
importance in knowing Peter DePow.
The two girls reached the rear of the house, and Janie led
Laura on into the trees that started to dot the yard sparsely and
then became more numerous as the land began to rise into the hills
that backed the property. Suddenly, Janie stopped.
"Here we are!" she announced. Before indicating where they
were, she enjoyed the startled look on her friend's face as she
looked around herself, hunting for the clubhouse that Janie had
told her to expect. "Up there!" she laughed gaily at last. She
pointed straight up, and sure enough, there was the bottom of a
good sized tree house that had been constructed in the branches of
two trees, not one. The trees were sturdy old red maples, their
gray bark folded around them like the folds of clothing.
"What strange looking trees," Laura noted. Gosh, the wealthy
people had everything, she couldn't help thinking. But she looked
up at the tree house with a strangely beating heart. She never
had paid much attention to the DePows or talk about them, and she
had not realized there was a boy in the family. There was not
only a kid in the family, a lover of baseball like herself, she
thought, shakily, but she, Laura Cutter, was going to meet him and
... and play with him ... and maybe be in the very same club!
"Never mind the trees," Janie said impatiently. "We may be a
little late. Hurry up."
"Hurry up what?" Laura asked. Janie had changed something
wicked, Laura was thinking. She was getting so impatient and
preoccupied! Could it be this club that was such a bad influence
on her friend? If that was the case, maybe Laura should think
twice about joining, even if it did have important guys like Mack
Toohey and Peter DePow in it!
"Climb up," Janie ordered, and for the first time, Laura
noticed the rope ladder that was only partially visible, lying
folded on a low limb. She took it down.
"You go first," she said to Janie. "Why me? I never been
here before."
The truth was that Janie Farragut had no idea what they would
find at the top of the ladder. She never knew for sure, and she
wanted to climb up behind her friend so that Laura could not run
away if she didn't like what she saw.
"It's the rules of my initiation," Janie told Laura. "I have
to be polite and let you go first," she explained lamely.
Laura snorted. She looked at her friend with a laugh in her
blue eyes. Imagine Janie having to be polite! Well, maybe there
was something to being polite when you were sitting around waiting
for your turn at bat and it might not come because some dumb kid
on your team was a lousy player and would sure as hell strike out.
Then there were times when you got mad at the umpire and had to be
sure you didn't start a fist fight and get put out of the game.
Maybe practicing politeness was supposed to stop things like that.
Oh, well. She started to climb the rope ladder. She tried to
master the climb so she wouldn't look awkward, but it was hard
getting the rungs of the ladder to stay away from the tree trunk
so she could manage a good foot hold, at least very fast. By the
time she reached the top, she could not help feeling embarrassed
and her face was hot, probably red. Maybe no one would notice.
No one even looked at her when she reached the top. There
were two boys, Mack Toohey with his dark curly hair and brown
eyes. Boy, you had to watch out for that guy on the ice. She
wanted to greet him, but was confused by his lack of attention.
He and another boy with carrot red hair and a lot more freckles
than Janie had were busy talking about something. So she turned
self-consciously and looked back down the ladder.
"You coming, Janie?" she asked so the stupid boys wouldn't
think she had to depend on them to say hello. She would show them
she had plenty of other interests, the least of which was saying
hello to a couple of guys, especially stuck-ups like Mack and
whoever he was talking to. Maybe it was Peter DePow. That would
explain why he was so stuck-up.
When Janie finally came up, the first thing they did was get
introduced. Then Laura softened. After all, the boys were very
likely as self-conscious as she was. Either that or it was just
another rule of politeness not to talk to someone until you were
introduced. Laura didn't know much about that. Still, Mack knew
her, she thought, even though they had never really talked to each
other.
The next thing they did was play cards, and the first thing
she knew, she was learning how to play poker. She wanted to ask
about the club, but as far as she knew this was kind of a meeting
and maybe this was what you did at meetings. That wasn't too bad.
But she would really like to know about the sports. Yet, Janie
had said that until after the initiation, she would not be told
very much at all and that it would be useless to ask questions.
One of the surprising things that happened though was how
Pete DePow, for that's who the redhead turned out to be, seemed to
deliberately keep his leg pressed against hers under the card
table. Laura had never had anything like that happen to her
before, and at first she was uncomfortable. But Pete smiled at
her very warmly, and finally she began to tingle until she reached
the point where she didn't want him to take his leg away, It was
very strange. And very nice. In fact, he was a terrific guy, she
decided. If only he would get around to the sports things, too,
everything would be perfect.
By the time Mack Toohey and Janie had disappeared down the
rope ladder, Laura even forgot to wonder where they were going and
why. Pete DePow had her complete attention. He was very
impressive and sounded just like a movie star when he spoke.
Every word sounded smooth as the note of a song. She could not
imagine what it was he found so attractive about her. She began
to suspect that maybe there really was no club and that Pete had
simply asked Janie or Mack or whoever it was he knew to introduce
him to Laura. She wanted very much to ask him if he had seen her
somewhere before and where that could be, but she somehow couldn't
get the words out of her constricted throat. Just think of Pete
DePow being interested in Laura Cutter. If it had been any other
boy she knew who had shown this kind of romantic interest, she
would have scoffed. She'd rather play baseball any day!
"I hear you like to play baseball," he finally said after the
others had left. He asked her if she wouldn't like to sit down on
the big pillows on the floor in the corner of the large tree
house. Automatically she agreed to move to the pillow even though
it meant losing contact with his knee. However, when they were on
the pillows, he put his arm around her and pressed his leg the
length of hers.
"I ... uh ... I like a good game," she said uncertainly.
"Yeah, Janie says you're very good," he said, looking into
her blue eyes intently. His eyes were a lovely gray green, she
saw. He was squeezing her a little and she was sure her face must
be flushing by now. She felt hot and her heart was beating like a
trip-hammer. "We play baseball," he said, smiling as though
baseball were just a little difficult to think about right now.
"That's what I thought," she said, but she was having trouble
caring, too. Why?
"We have a little initiation," he whispered. "And for you,
part of that's getting to know the coach. That's me. Okay?" What
did he mean?
And then abruptly, as she tried to nod her head 'yes,' he put
his arms completely around her and drew her tight against him.
First he kissed her just gently, softly, but then he kissed her
harder and she felt her lips being opened. Oh, she had heard of
this kind of kiss. It was supposed to be when you really liked
someone a lot. Could it be that Pete DePow liked her that much?
She could not help herself and she opened her lips almost eagerly
to accept his probing wet tongue. Their tongues met and tasted
one another, exchanging an incredible kiss. Pete's hands were
restless on her back and shoulders now, moving back and forth, up
and down, around and over her little white button-down blouse.
Laura Cutter felt something very new. It was an almost
overwhelming surge of desire at this nearness to a boy, especially
Pete, the intoxicating boy odor in a relationship that she had
never before known. His kisses were eliciting a full and total
response inside the would-be ball player, and when his moving
hands gradually worked their way around to lightly entering the
front of her blouse, the buttons seeming to pop out of the button
holes as if he willed them to, and lightly caressed the beginning
mounds of her new tits, she didn't know whether this was the time
to stop him or not. Her mother had said something about not
letting a boy go too far, but what did that mean? And the
closeness she felt to this new friend right now seemed to
transcend any parental warning or concern.
And so Pete began to caress her newly ripening titties in
earnest then as his eager tongue probed wetly in and out of her
opened mouth. Gosh, his gentle touch felt so good on her!
Unaware of her own response, she wrapped her fingers in his
carrot-red curls, kissing him even more passionately, and then his
fingers had dipped inside her undershirt, which her mother
insisted she wear if she wouldn't wear a brassiere. The contact
of his hand on her naked flesh thrilled the twelve year old more
than she could ever have imagined. Oh, she had overheard a lot of
talk among certain girls around school, and she had always
pretended that she wasn't listening. Now she was glad she had.
She suspected that it was less frightening to know that these
strange and thrilling sensations were common to others. Before
she knew it, she was allowing him to unbutton her blouse and to
slip the garment down over her shoulders. And then his deft
fingers had worked her undershirt up under her arm pits so that
she felt a cool rush of air against her now-erect nipples as her
still firm, not yet very large tits were fully exposed to Pete's
hungry gaze.
Gently with his palm he began to stroke her naked, just
blossoming tits, rolling his hands over her newly forming mounds
before bringing them up to massage the hardened nipples. Taking
the taut pink buds between thumb and forefinger, he tweaked them
into a quivering rigidity. Laura moaned with increasing fervor as
Pete's caresses wrung soft cries of delight from her throat.
Little shivers of arousal began to course through her, and she had
felt a warm wetness up between her legs seeping from her excitedly
throbbing cunt. She was sure glad she had heard the girls talk
about that or it would have frightened her to death!
Laura felt no panic at all even when Pete's red head dipped
down and his wetly heated lips encircled one of her erect little
nipples, tongue swirling wetly round and round the goose-bumped
aureole. Even though this was the first time in her life she had
ever bared any part of her so private to a boy, never mind been
kissed by a boy right there on a nipple, the thought never entered
her mind right away that there was anything she should do to stop
this marvelous experience, that what she was doing might lead to
uncontrollable passion. The young blond twelve year old was still
awed by the idea that no less than Peter DePow was apparently
crazy about her, and she felt safe, felt warm and somewhat drowsy
from what he was doing, and very excited as his gently sucking
mouth moved like a hungry child's on her soft, young tits.
All of a sudden, though, one of Pete's hands left her
quivering titty and moved down to stroke her thighs just below her
shorts. His fingers hungrily traversed the silky soft skin of her
inner thighs, then moved upward, sliding the hem of the shorts
still higher until the tips of his searching fingers were resting
on her warmly moistened cuntal mound right on the white cotton of
her panties. Only then did Laura feel the first stirrings of
panic, for Pete had groaned and clamped his lips hard around her
rigid nipple while his other hand squeezed and kneaded the
resilient flesh of her naked young titty. The squirming young
blond felt confused, uncertain. She wanted to be rid of his moist
warm mouth on her tit, his lusting, nerve-wracking touch on her
nakedly exposed flesh, and yet she didn't want to be free of it
either. For a moment she was undecided, and that was time enough
for Pete to unbutton and unzip her shorts so that he could begin
caressing the smooth flat plane of her then exposed belly.
His fingers had slipped inside the elastic waistband of her
panties almost before Laura realized what was happening, and
suddenly he was tugging the flimsy material down, down over her
pubic area, sliding her panties from under her nakedly quivering
ass. Needless to say, the shorts went easily. The moist heat of
his palm pressed against her down-covered pussy mound, and
rippling waves of erotic pleasure threatened to blank the young
girl's mind completely of the consequences of his actions.
Gently, he insinuated his outstretched middle finger into the soft
warm virginal slit up between her thighs, parting her moistly
sensitive cunt lips and probing at the thin hymeneal membrane
which gave mute testimony to her naivete, had he any question in
that regard. Meanwhile, he was using his thumb to tweak the
sensitive nub of her clitoris, teasing over it again and again and
causing a sharp cry of commingled fear and intense pleasure to
bubble out of her throat. Her fingers in his red curls tightened,
pulling his head down harder against her young titties even as her
voice was repudiating her actions by moaning, "No, no, no, no!"
over and over again.
Then an unmistakable whispering sound filled the tree house
at that moment, the sound of a zipper being pulled hurriedly down
as Pete's hand left her tit momentarily. Her blue eyes fluttered
open in alarm and, in the shaded light of the little house, she
saw for the first time an erect male organ quivering lewdly in all
its blood-engorged awesome passion. Abruptly, the fear routed her
lust so that there was no longer a struggle going on inside her.
The sight of his menacing blood-filled cock decided matters for
the terrified pig-tailed little girl. She had to stop him, stop
him right away!
"No, Pete!" she cried, trying to twist away from him. "What
kind of club is this, anyhow? We can't do something like this.
We're not married ... or anything like that!"
"Please, Laura, please!" he mumbled, his voice thick with the
lust that was reflected in his gray-green eyes. His hand was
stroking the full length of what looked to her like his monstrous
lust-thick prick. She could see that, and her efforts to free
herself became more panicky. The aroused young athlete was too
strong for her, with all her prowess with a baseball bat. And
before she could escape, she had been forced back down on the
pillows. It was then that Laura felt the smooth hot head of his
lust-thickened prick touch her thigh, and she jumped from the
electric contact of pulsating granite hard flesh against her
fevered skin. Groaning in uncontrolled passion, Pete DePow began
forcing her not tightly closed legs apart, and the frantically
squirming little girl could feel his greatly lust-swollen,
pulsating cock trembling like an impossibly large wedge being
driven into and splitting a tinder-dry log as he fucked it
repeatedly against her partially opened thighs.
Pete then put both of his freckled hands on her nakedly
quivering titties as if he were in the throes of some consuming
pain. He squeezed them painfully before lowering his head and
planting hot, moist kisses upon the new mounds, all the while
murmuring like some madman about not being able to help himself
and she was going to have to forgive him and all that shit.
"I'm ... I'm going to cummmmmmmm!" he said finally, though,
and Laura Cutter thought she would faint away.
She felt his hotly throbbing prick begin to jerk out of
control against her soft white thighs, felt a hot jetting spurt
splash against the innocent folds of her pussy, another, and
another, a whole series of eruptions, that flooded her cuntal area
and thighs with sticky semen that flowed down to pool on the
pillow beneath her. Pete had been mewling and convulsively
twitching above her, planting those hot, liquid kisses on her
still quivering young tits as his seed emptied out of his wildly
ejaculating cock onto her naked flesh while she tried to force him
off of her.
When he was finally limp with his satisfaction, and Laura was
able to get out from under his body, she never dressed so fast in
her life. She was all sticky and wet, but she would have to hope
that no one could see her. It shouldn't be too bad since her
clothing had been out of the way. She only hoped that it wouldn't
seep through things too much, because she sure as hell wasn't
staying around here. Pete even had the nerve to ask her not to go
at once but she paid no attention. Once having broken the spell,
her fears returned and there was now no facade of politeness to
keep her so she went. This was no road to a baseball team; that
was clear.
Reaching home, she went straight to her room. Immediately,
she stripped off the soiled clothing and took the hottest shower
that she could stand. After soaping herself thoroughly and
rubbing her self hard with the face cloth, she submitted her body
to a harsh and brusque toweling that turned her skin to a hot pink
and all but removed it! She threw herself onto the bed determined
to think of baseball until she fell asleep, but she knew only too
well that baseball would never be the same again. Every time she
watched the pitcher getting ready to pitch, every time she herself
went to pitch to the batter, if he was a boy, she would be
wondering what he had on is mind. What a rotten shame! She
turned onto her face for awhile, feeling that surely she ought to
want to cry. But all she could see was gray-green eyes staring at
her that way from every player on the ball field, from every
hockey player on the ice.
In spite of herself and the rub down she had given her tender
skin, the new pleasantness began to creep back, and she found
herself wishing, however much she accused herself of being silly,
that she had not run away quite so soon. Something was missing.
There was something for her that she didn't get, and the craving
for that unknown something made her wriggle on the bed as it
became stronger. Once again she was filling with that same kind
of tingling arousal that Pete DePow had given her. Her mind began
to drift with the same kind of mindless excitement that she had
suffered with him, the same attitude of not caring about
consequences as her mind carried her on to further heights of
sexual fantasy. With the whole ball team watching, she imagined
herself slowly undressing. Good grief! And another thing, she
imagined she could feel Pete's warmly pulsing prick inside her
trembling cunt. She recalled the touch of his lips and hands on
her naked flesh just as though he were in the room with her now,
and she wished he was! She began to squirm in the growing passion
on the bed, and her wetly aroused cunt began to secrete its liquid
excitement, moistening her fresh panties. There was a tender
aching up between her legs and the need for release of her ever-
increasing passion was becoming strong, too strong!
Involuntarily, the twelve year old pig-tailed tomboy's hands
began to move down along her tautly rippling belly. She knew what
girls talked about doing, about playing with themselves until
relief came. She knew that's exactly what she wanted to do to
herself so she forced her hands up and away, but they immediately
went back down again as if they had a will of their own. The
inside of her mouth was dry, and she ran her tongue wetly over her
lips several times in an effort to rid herself of the and taste.
Oh, gosh, she thought dimly, why would I do something like this to
myself? I want to go back to the way things were! I don't want
to get so worked up.
But in another moment, she didn't care what she was working
herself up to. In a corner of her brain she knew there was no
going back to anything now. Her hands were moving sensuously
around to her front, moving across the full firmness of her only
slightly pliant new titties. Gradually, she began opening and
closing her legs as she massaged her sensitive young mounds of
warm flesh, the sound of automobiles and life going on outside the
bedroom and the house beginning to sound like the ominous
background music of a film. She began watching, fascinated, as
her own fingers began plucking at the buttons on the front of her
bathrobe, opening the garment all the way down. Her skin was
still pink next to the white of her panties. Her hands traveled
almost greedily up and down her body now, over the mounds of her
titties, down to her throbbing pubic mound, across the smoothness
of her taut little belly.
Laura Cutter was looking at herself in a very different way
than she had ever looked before. Instead of noticing her muscles,
she noticed the attractive slenderness of her limbs and how her
waist nipped in above her hips, which looked more fully rounded
than she had ever seen them. Her hands seemed to be seeking
knowledge of every inch of her new womanly shape, of her
proportionately lovely flesh. She ran her fingers tantalizingly
over the area up between her thighs, arching her long limbs up and
spreading them open to the delicious, forbidden delights which her
caresses were instilling within her body. Her mouth was parted,
and her brain was whirling with the heat of her growing lust. She
flailed her head from side to side on the pillow, her long, blond
pig-tails whipping around like soft whips. She had kicked the
covers completely off of her eagerly trembling body as her hands
continued their mad pace up and down, down and around, teasing her
now-fevered flesh into even more intense arousal, her brain alive
with lewd thoughts previously unknown to her, of Pete DePow's long
lust-hardened prick fucking in and out of her wetly throbbing
cunt.
Laura arched her back, working her arms out of the sleeves of
her robe. She found herself needing a feeling of great freedom.
She wanted to touch the rigid nipples without the encumbrance of
clothing under her arms and bunching up her sides. She pulled the
robe away from her body and tossed it to the floor beside the bed,
and her hands hungrily engulfed the soft warmth of her new
alabaster mounds. Slowly, rhythmically, she began to roll the
nipples back and forth, squeezing them and then releasing them,
squeezing, then releasing.
The entire time he was thinking that she ought not to do
this, that it was going to make it harder to give this sort thing
up and return to being herself again. She was masturbating, and
that, she knew, was naughty anyway. It was naughty and evil and
perverted and ... and ... it felt so good!
Her right hand left her nakedly quivering tit and moved
slowly down over her stomach to the elastic waistband of her
panties. In spite of her self-recrimination, her shame at what
she was doing, she wasn't able to stop herself. There was only
her urgency now, her frantic need for release from the
overbuilding whirlpools of passions inside her shamelessly aroused
body.
What was she doing to herself? She was drawing her panties
down now, drawing them sensuously over her satin pubic mound while
her other hand continued to stroke the nipple of one titty. She
raised up on the bed, pulling the thin wisp of a garment down to
her ankles, her eyes tightly shut, and then pulling them off
completely so that she was completely nakedly exposed, and
although there was certainly no one else in the room, she had this
magnificent feeling of being looked at by hundreds of pairs of
gray-green eyes!
Again she lay back, one hand on her tit, the other stroking
first one thigh, then the other, carefully avoiding for the moment
the moist inferno of lust between her legs. Then when she could
stand the pressure no longer, her eager hand shot to the hotly
pulsating folds of her pussy and pressed against the wet sensitive
flesh there as she once again brought her legs up off the bed and
splayed them wide apart. Her tight little cuntal hole was opened
wide now as she gently eased her outstretched finger into her
wetly clasping pussy.
She could not help herself. She imagined it was Pete DePow's
hand, his finger, touching her there, stroking her down there.
She imagined it was he who was now caressing her hair-fuzzed
cuntal lips until they seemed to be swollen with blood the way his
long blood-thickened cock had been swollen, until her clitoris was
as hard as his lust-rigid cock had been hard. She found her
sensitive nerve bud with the tip of her searching finger and began
to tease it back and forth, running the nail round the quivering
tip until the delight caused her to jackknife her legs back up
against her chest, mashing what little mound there was of her tits
flat. Her asscheeks, white moons of the softest, most flawless
young flesh imaginable, jerked and twisted in complete wantonness
under her fingering, and the resulting erotic sensations caused
the sweat to bead and shine on her lust-grimacing face, matting
her blond wisps of hair, ever escaping her braids, to her forehead
and neck.
Oh, God, she thought to herself, hoping her parents could not
read the swear word in her mind, but she sure wished Pete were
here! All that sounded out into the room was a groaning through
the daze of passion which controlled her brain, but her thoughts
were beginning to be of how stupid she had been to run away!
Wouldn't it be wonderful, she thought, if it was Pete playing with
her pussy. How she wished it was he who was going to put his
lovely lust-hard prick into her ravished cunt and fuck her, fuck
her hard, real hard until he came inside of her instead of all
over her skin, where she couldn't feel filled with the warmth of
it but only covered with its cold stickiness.
Faster and faster and faster, Laura's little finger fucked
into her moistly clasping cunt, deliberately teasing her clitoris
and her cuntal hole until her orgasm was only moments away. Her
hips thrashed and pounded the bed beneath her as her other hand
squeezed and kneaded her nakedly quivering tits and nipples,
causing wave after wave of pain-pleasure to ripple outward from
her sensitive flesh. There was no guilt, no shame for her in that
frozen period of time. There was only the wonderful, rapturous
feelings of impending climax which were filling her very soul.
"Laura!" she heard vaguely as if from a great distance.
"Laura!" she heard a more demanding tone and started up from her
position, the waves of pleasure rolling back like waves rolling
back into the sea. She made a rapid dive for her underpants and
then for her closet, grabbing the first things that came to hand.
It was a dress with rosebuds on it, that she absolutely hated. It
was bad enough that it was a dress, but the rosebuds finished it,
in her eyes. She went to throw it back inside. Her mother liked
that dress. It would divert her mother's attention if she wore
it.
There was nothing showing on the little girl from which to
divert her mother's attention, but she was so accustomed to having
her mother discover the least guilty secret she might harbor that
she thought in terms of hiding everything, even the invisible,
even her growing up. Although so far, she had done a better job
of hiding her growing up from herself than from her mother, but
she didn't know.
Chapter 2
If her mother noticed the dress, she didn't make any
indication. She was too much in a hurry, had been interrupted in
whatever she had been doing, also.
"Telephone," she told Laura briefly as soon as her young
daughter appeared. Then the mother returned to the kitchen.
Laura was a little out of breath, whether from the frustrated
and unfinished love-making or from the strain of hiding her guilt
from whoever, specifically her mother, might see, it would be hard
to say. Nevertheless, her breathing was a little hard, raspy.
She paused a few moments before taking the receiver from the
telephone bench where her mother had placed it to await her
coming. She sat down, took one deep breath, and tried to speak in
as normal a tone of voice as she could muster.
"Hello!"
"I feel terrible and have to apologize," a voice thinly said
after a pause. It was Pete DePow. Of all the nerve! Yet, she
couldn't be too angry. She couldn't shake the memory that
upstairs just now, on the bed, she had just about willed him to be
with her. Who knows? Maybe that's why he was calling. Maybe he
knew she wasn't really mad, at least not any more.
"I guess we might as well forget it," she said sternly.
Gosh, she didn't know what to say! She couldn't admit to him that
she ... well ... that she liked him! And on the other hand, she
hadn't really had the time to think it all out, but she had a
sneaking suspicion that it would be better if she made herself get
over all this and went back to concentrating on baseball and
hockey.
"I don't know if I can forget it, Laura. I ... you're pretty
special, you know. I decided, though, that I just won't stay
alone with you any more. Will that be all right? You do still
want to join the club, don't you? You wouldn't let a little ...
slip like that get in the way, would you?"
It wouldn't hurt to be forgiving, would it? Laura asked
herself. And as long as he promised not to trust himself alone
with her, she should be all right, shouldn't she? A nasty little
devil in the back of her mind hinted to her that she didn't want
to be that all right, but she thrust the naughty thought away.
"I suppose," she mumbled. She didn't have time to say what
it was she supposed before Pete's voice came back to her all
excited.
"Great!" he exclaimed. "Janie and Mack are at the clubhouse
now. I gotta do something, but you come back and they'll tell you
about things, okay?"
"Okay," she muttered. She was just hanging up the telephone
when her mother returned to the hallway.
"Who was that? I didn't recognize his voice," her mother
said.
"Oh, Peter DePow." she said, not without some pride that she
knew him.
"You look lovely in that little dress," her mother enthused
before the name she had heard registered on her brain. "DePow?
Any relation to Ernest DePow?" her mother asked, stunned.
"I don't know. His son, maybe," Laura said, now sorry she
had been proud of her new friend and had mentioned his name. Her
mother was bearing down on her, forgetting whatever errand had
brought her through the hall. She looked as though she were
bursting with a million questions. "Look, Mom, I don't really
know and I got to go in a big hurry."
Her mother's face look disappointed, rejected. Laura,
forgetting that she was wearing a dress, bolted out the door in
her usual fashion, like a barn-crazed colt let out to pasture for
the first time in a long winter.
Laura easily remembered the way to Peter's house, and she
turned into the yard not knowing whether she hoped someone saw her
going into such an important place or hoped no one saw her because
she understood now that playing with Pete was going to make of her
a social oddity in her family and among her relatives. They would
all stop making fun of her boyish interests and start to talk to
her like a human being, and she didn't know if she could take that
notoriety. There was a price to fame that she hadn't known about
before she had seen it in her mother's avid eyes. Thinking about
that, she wondered about something else. If everybody bugged a
person for being a friend of someone important like Peter, what
must it be like to actually be Peter DePow? Maybe that's why he
had to go to a private school and play baseball in some other
secret place, part of a secret club. Gosh, imagine having to
sneak around avoiding people all the time! How lonely!
By the time she had finished that kind of wondering, she had
arrived at the big red maples, and there was Janie.
"Mack's gone to get some sodas," her girl friend explained.
"Pete will be awhile. I'm going to get some cookies or something.
Would you mind picking up the club house a little?" Janie asked.
"No, I don't mind," Laura said generously. She was feeling
kindly and understanding now after her sympathetic thoughts of
Pete and all the problems he must have being wealthy and related
to a former mayor. She looked around. No, the boys were not in
sight. She had been silly to wear a dress, but as long as they
weren't here to watch her climb into the tree house, she guessed
she would be fine. At the moment she wasn't as worried about
being seen as she was about knowing she was seen, feeling the hot
eyes staring at her under her dress. She doubted it would take
much to force those incredible feelings to the front once more,
burning away her will power and her reserve.
"Tell Fido to be good," Janie added. "Tell him I'll bring
him a bone if I can find one!" The dark-haired little girl
laughed.
"Who's Fido?"
"Club mascot," Janie explained with a twinkle in her eye.
With that she turned on her heel and started back to the street.
Fido turned out to be a dog. From his name, Laura had
guessed he would be a dog. What she had not guessed was that he
would be such a big dog! He was a full grown German Shepherd, his
long hair a soft black color. How in the world had they gotten
such a big dog up into a tree house, she wondered.
"Well, my goodness, aren't you a mystery, though," she cooed
gently to the beautiful dog, lovingly stroking his large head.
The pleasing sound of the girl's soft, crooning voice
together with the gentle pressure of her small, stroking hand
filled Fido with warm-hearted relish. Instinctively, he raised
his head and began licking her hand to seal this new friendship.
Imagine getting goosebumps from an animal's licking tongue! I'm
in a bad way, thought the pig-tailed little girl. She kept hoping
that the sexual stimulation that she had now undergone twice
without fulfillment, would go away with the passing of time, yet
it seemed to be roused more easily as time went by instead of less
easily.
"Maybe they'll bring something for you, too," she said,
patting the dog's head again but more absently because of her
divided thoughts, half on him and half on the unwanted heat in her
body.
The intelligent animal whined, almost as if he knew what she
was saying, Laura thought, unable to repress an urge to embrace
him against her thigh and continue stroking his warm, creased,
fur-covered head. He whimpered again softly, partially in
awareness to her melodious voice bestowing kindness and love, but
even more because he had sensed in his closeness against her, a
poignant smell not unfamiliar to him, a heady scent which
immediately inspired trained responses in his glistening muscular
body, the human mating aura he had been skillfully educated by the
club members to recognize.
Laura tore herself from the dog with a will. It was time to
forget herself and do the picking up she had promised. Then when
the others came back, they would this time talk about safe things
like sports, she hoped. Her mind still a conglomeration of mixed-
veined thoughts, Laura picked up some papers from the floor and
then bent over to fix the pillows on which Pete DePow had
introduced her to a new side of herself earlier. And behind the
bent figure, Fido's head abruptly nudged forward in underneath the
hem of the rosebud-studded dress.
The twelve year old girl was frozen into immobility at the
feel of the unmistakable cool wetness of Fido's nose high on the
softness of her inner thigh! Why she didn't jerk upright in
shock, fear, or at least, a smattering of self-respect, she could
only lay to the prurient excitement which still smoldered inside
her aching loins. Instead of doing any of those wise things, she
continued to stoop there, waiting, thrilled by the fact that the
big dog's beautiful head was wedged up under her short dress from
behind, animalishly sniffing. And then, the hot unmistakable lap
of his long slippery tongue snaked up against her still moistened
cuntal area! Could a dog know? Could he sense the erotic state
of a human being?
It had to be that, she admitted to herself. His searing
tongue felt like a firebrand caressing the swollen lips of her
still feverishly throbbing pussy just as though she had no panties
on at all, and how she would dearly love to take them down! Again
he licked, and she hung there in her stooped-over position as he
drew the long wet length of his tongue undeniably between her
partially spread cuntal lips, licking along the entire panty-
covered furrow.
Slowly, Laura raised up, straightening. She turned to gaze
in bewilderment at the handsome black animal who was staring up at
her with brown eyes twinkling, ears slightly cocked, mouth opened
and tongue lolling, and graceful tail wagging in a friendly
motion. Then he softly growled.
"What ... what is it, boy?" the frightened little girl asked.
The strange dog uttered another muted grow], and the
sensually intoxicated young tomboy wasn't sure if she were
imagining things or not but it seemed he growled because he sensed
the rekindled passion up between her trembling thighs! Oh, how
silly I can be! she told herself, scolding then. I seem to have
my mind on one thing, and now I'm even suspecting a dog of being
attracted to me. Wow! That's really going some! Then, without
warning, a shiver of lewd excitement coursed the length of her
body, and for a moment she shook uncontrollably. When it had
passed, she sank weakly to the pillows in the corner. Once again
she wished she were home where she could do as she pleased, hide
or sob or ... or ... masturbate!
It was certainly a long time, and no one was coming. She
might easily have been asleep. Strange sensations of tingling
warmth rippled through her abdomen as she lay limply on the
pillows on her back, a maze of disconnected thought-waves suddenly
swirling through her head. Confusion swept through her, and she
tried to move but stopped at the sound of a low, animal-like
snarl. She partially opened her eyes then, yet continued to lie
there, unmoving, the strange stirring sensations in her belly
ever-increasing with a weirdly rising excitement. She opened her
eyes a little more. No, the others had not yet come, but further
charges of stimulating arousal raced through her loins and belly.
Laura raised her hands to her throat in instinctive fear, then
lifted herself to her elbows to see what was going on. Her dress
was pulled up, and she was lying with her legs obscenely spread
apart and Fido, the club mascot, was standing between her thighs,
his tongue laxly out and his great black head lowered just above
... above her panty-covered cunt!
Once again a flood of fire-filled sensations charged through
the core of her desire-stimulated body. The warm wet contact of
his saliva-drenched tongue was too much. Like a puppet on a
string, Laura slipped her panties down out of the way and thrilled
with the incredible touch of the unhindered tongue as it spread
open the hair-fuzzed lips of her young cuntal crack as the dog
began laving her sensitive inner-flesh with a taunting upsweep
that sent uncontrollable shivers of sudden passion bursting over
her! Good God! He was licking her down there between her open
thighs! The unbelievably lewd sight of what was happening to
herself, combined with the realization that Fido was once again
licking at her nakedly defenseless pussy, was about to drive the
twelve year old baseball aspirant hysterical.
She gaped at him and then over to the door of the tree house.
There were no sounds from below. She looked back at the dog and
saw his own burning eyes staring hotly at her nakedness as he
continued to obscenely lick and nuzzle at her exposed cuntal lips.
A tremor of incredible sensations caused her to convulse, and she
found her hips rising of their own accord.
Good grief, the child thought, he was almost human. That
expression in his unrelenting eyes was much like Pete's had been,
and what the dog was doing to her nakedly betraying loins was no
different from the boy! Ooooohhhhh, what was he doing to her!
She had never known such sensuous feelings in her belly from the
other attempts at arousal today, and her wildly excited little
pussy felt as if there were a hot billowing fire glowing inside
it! Even her young titties tingled in lewd excitement, she
realized, as she mentally cupped, then pinched their tiny,
hardened pink nipples. But this was all insane! She had to stop
him!
Feebly, Laura Cutter cried out, then attempted to scramble
onto hands and knees and blindly crawl away toward the doorway.
Fido waited only long enough for her to reach the all-fours
position before unleashing a savage growl, stopping the newly
blossoming young girl in icy-veined terror. She knew absolutely
nothing about this strange kind of dog. Would he bite her?
From the point of that growl, the huge dog never seemed to
hesitate, but he moved as if his intentions had been pre-
determined. He mounted her from behind, his powerful forepaws,
belying the gentleness his silky hair suggested, clutching at the
soft, white flesh of her youthfully curved hips, his tongue
hanging loosely from his open mouth. He was born a hunter. What
chance did she think she had?
Laura dared not breath! She was that terrified with his
sudden clamber up behind her unprotected nakedness, his strong,
hairy forelegs clutching at her narrow waist and the arch of her
hips. Her small firm young tits quivered and, hanging downwards,
swayed ever so slightly in fright beneath her chest as the big
animal's hind legs came in closer to her defenselessly upraised
asscheeks. Suddenly then, she felt the coolness of the metal
license tag that hung from his collar grazing the smooth-fleshed
hollow of her naked back. Her dress was almost to her shoulders.
He ... he was going to ... to do it to her ... like she had
dreamed of Pete DePow ... as if she were nothing more than a
bitch!
"Oh, no, please!" she heard herself whimper as something
long, wet, and pointed probed back between her nakedly raised
asscheeks and lewdly spread thighs. Her brain swam once more!
Oh, God, he was going to do it! He was going to fuck her! He
was!
Whatever additional thoughts she had were abruptly swept away
when at that precise moment, she sensed the tapered tip of his
hardened animal-prick prodding at the hair-lined hole of her
moistly pulsating cunt. Dear God, no! Don't let this happen!
Desperately, she tried to squirm away from the viselike grip of
his encircling paws, but it was useless, and like a charging,
white-hot lance, the solid thickness of his long animal-cock
spread her soft hair-fuzzed pussy lips and forced its way up into
her saliva-slickened little cuntal hole with a slight wet popping
sound, rippling the smoothly yielding cuntal walls wide apart
before its bevel-tipped hardness!
The frightened twelve year old gasped for breath as the huge
length of animal prick stretched and then began slowly sliding up
inside her young cuntal hole, going in deeper and deeper until
finally its pointed end smacked against her sensitive cervix. Her
virginity was irretrievable now, she moaned, and it was taken by a
dog! Once again she choked out a whimpering gasp while the great
sandy-blond beast, who was mounting her from behind, snarled out a
low commanding growl of triumph, then began to animalistically
hump and fuck up into her defenseless cunt.
The little pig-tailed tomboy's mind was a vortex of
unheralded, emotional sensations. Her head vibrated with the
erotically pounding blood racing through her brain, while her
youthfully naked body that was bent in submission before the
massive silky dog quivered and convulsed in the throes of unknown,
sensuous agony. Her cuntal passage felt as if it had been impaled
with the heavy, sawed-off limb of one of the maple trees that held
the tree house, yet, at the same time, there were weird spasms of
intensively rising desire filling her! Nevertheless, she
compulsively fought the sensuality, her sickened, fear-filled mind
concerned only with the horrifying animal fucking she was
receiving from behind!
With a twisting lurch of her nakedly exposed, youthful body,
her dress almost over her shoulders now, she tried to shake free
from the long, piercing thickness filling her tight young pussy,
but her efforts were in vain. Fido's fierce growl chilled the
very marrow of her bones, while his powerful hairy forelegs
clutched possessively at her waist and hips. Fucking ... fucking
... like a searing firebrand, the blood-bloated thing slithered in
and out of her wetly clasping cunt, spreading the hole open wider
and wider as he fucked like a hammer his long hot cock up between
her trembling thighs. Oh, God, she thought, oh, God! I can't let
this feel so good! I mustn't! And then feeling her savage
arousal building, she moaned and lifted her impaled asscheeks
higher.
The panting Fido's sexually stimulated intellect made the
mighty hunting dog aware of the young girl's sudden resignation
and surrender before him. Briefly and in desperation, she had
struggled in one last frantic attempt to escape before hopelessly
subjecting herself before his conquering attack. He sensed the
final resistance draining from her naked, human flesh, and a new
hunger raced through his body. He watched the upper portion of
her smooth female back just under the dress, drop until her face
and naked titties were flattened down against the pillows, the
rounded little mounds of her soft white asscheeks raised
submissively to his assault.
Suddenly, through his unfathomably keen senses, he felt his
long, lust-hardened prick slithering forward with easier strokes
as her cuntal lubricants began paving the way for his deeper
penetration. Soon his hungering cock was entirely buried in the
moist clutching heat of her female hole, while his swollen, sperm-
laden testicles were swinging down and slapping hard against the
soft dampness of her lightly growing pussy hair. Mercilessly,
then, he bucked and plunged into the warmly yielding cuntal flesh,
hearing her feminine moans and feeling the trembling nakedness of
her smooth, white asscheeks flattening in a universal hunger back
up against his belly as he attempted to skewer her onto the last
remaining inch of his long scarlet granite-like rod of animal
flesh!
Though her poor preadolescent young brain was still
overwhelmed with the incredible obscenity that the suddenly-gone-
berserk dog was committing on her helpless body, Laura could not
ignore the sensual excitement his enormous animal cock had set off
inside of her. At first, his savage fucking into her loins had
nearly blinded her with the excruciating agony of its huge
hardness bursting so unexpectedly into her. But now, the stark
horror and shame of the shocking animal-rape itself was forgotten,
and only the thrilling presence of the brute's long thick cock
fucking rhythmically in and out of her hotly quivering cunt
registered in her mind. As Fido relentlessly continued to fuck
like a piston up into the liquid, widely stretched flesh between
her lewdly upturned asscheeks, sensations equaling those which his
hot laving tongue had first spread through her trembling young
belly returned, more intense than ever! Oh, God, if she were
sinning by succumbing to him, let it be! She didn't know how she
had gotten into this mess, but it was beginning to feel more like
a blessing than anything else!
Now, as unthinkable as it was, the shamelessly aroused young
aspiring baseball star had begun to feel the texture of his silky
animal coat beneath his belly brushing against her nakedly exposed
ass, and she pressed her tingling tits harder into the pillows,
scraping her sensitive little nipples against the satin and cotton
pillows.
Her lust-confused brain reeled with the unbelievable
intoxication of what was happening to her! She, a human girl,
being attacked and actually raped by a dog, as if she were a
bitch-animal of his own kind! Yet, never in her life had she felt
so wanted! Even with Pete, she had not known this much lewd,
wonderfully obscene desire to be fucked ... fucked ... fucked
until she was almost dead from the joy of it!
"Oh, yes! Yeeeesssss! Do it to me! Fuck me harder, like
that!" she was hissing now, a different tune than before, with
trembling lips, twisting her young face to gape back and up at the
magnificent panting beast, whose long wet cock was fucking in and
out of her eagerly pulsating cunt. She was helplessly impaled on
his huge animal-prick and reveling in a newly discovered joy of
its natural possession of her desire-awakened young cunt.
A sensual moan of passion escaped her lust-contorted lips as
she began to move wantonly backwards, rhythmically gyrating her
asscheeks to meet Fido's cunt-skewering fucking. The dog's
forelegs clung to her softly curved hips like strong, furry arms
as she began to fuck back at him, using the prick-gripping
undulations of the female whore down through ages.
Forgetting completely where she was, under what
circumstances, Laura Cutter was concentrating solely upon her
relationship with the dog now. Though she could hardly govern her
awakened natural desires, her intuition said that she was, in some
weird way, winning the favor of the seemingly vicious animal
fucking up into her receptive young cunt. That insane belief, and
that alone, caused to evaporate the terror and shame she had known
in the beginning. Only a youthful, all-consuming lust filled her
now as she rotated her nakedly rounded asscheeks backward in
answering little circles to the silky beast's long wet cock.
Instinctively, she realized that she had given herself fully to
the erotic wonder of the obscene animal fucking she was receiving
from this whining hound.
Fido knew and welcomed the hot, wet clasping of the kneeling
female's cunt against his fucking length of hardened animal prick.
The beast had no way of knowing that the lower, more base
instincts of the human's body had taken control at the precise
moment her supposedly superior mind fell into complacent lust.
She was relying on an instinctive knowledge, of male and female,
older than either species. It was natural. She couldn't help it,
he discerned as he fucked more eagerly up between her nakedly
quivering asscheeks.
Laura wished there was some way she could bend her head all
the way back up under her kneeling body and watch his enormous,
pleasure-giving dog-cock disappearing inside her wildly excited
pussy! God, she was little more than a deplorable bitch. She had
seen them when she was playing ball. They didn't even bother to
hide themselves under the stands or anything. But she had never
understood before what erotic bliss they were experiencing. Just
to see his beautiful prick right now, to see it fucking in and out
up inside her own wetly throbbing cunt lips!
Instead she imagined the lewd spectacle, the mere thought of
their unnatural coupling sending an alien excitement raging
through her passionately aroused young body. She groaned aloud in
her all-consuming passion and ground her softly yielding asscheeks
back hard against his strong, mercilessly battering animal flesh
as she felt the tiny rivulets of moisture flowing down the crevice
between her rotating asscheeks. Then, as the nakedly exposed
young tomboy felt the hot streams of liquid excitement beginning
to dribble down her inner thighs, she groaned loudly for the
sudden mounting pressure in her loins and belly signaled that she
was about to cum. At last! This was her third arousal today and
just had to end in an orgasm no matter what!
Rapidly, the silky-haired Fido fucked in and out of the
slavishly kneeling little girl, a wet staccato of flesh-slapping
sounds hollowly filling the dark open crack between her asscheeks,
the dog's keen animal-brain savoring a measure of vengeance in his
human-like rape of her helpless young body. His powerful, lust-
hardened prick was ripping into her as if she were some ripe
fruit, destroying her chaste mind forever. Between each thrust,
he felt her tight cuntal hole swallowing his solid penile length,
holding the blood-swollen thing fast in the hot, hungry clutch of
her eagerly working cuntal muscles. Her smooth white body tensed
and relaxed again and again beneath him as she began an incessant
moan. His great organ grew and hardened even more when he felt
the soft fleshy ridge inside her hotly contracting belly giving
way before his unsparing assault.
Once more, she lewdly twisted her head to look back at him,
And the shepherd witnessed her mouth suddenly gasping open, but
the scream was half-choked in her slender young throat. Instead,
she began to toss her head wildly from side to side, her blond
pigtails flailing around like two whipping branches in a storm.
She had reached the beginning of a human female orgasm, he
perceived, when she began to savagely swivel her rounded white ass
back against him like all rutting bitches, human or otherwise.
His heavy pink tongue hung loosely from his panting mouth as he
fucked with heavy asscheek-flattening humps up between her
furiously undulating mounds of human flesh. Once more she moaned,
this time, her cry piercing the lonely tree house and very likely
beyond while she rammed deliriously back into his huge thrusting
hardness as he drove it mercilessly forward to begin spitting its
hot wet semen in bullet-like spurts deep up into her hungrily
clasping cuntal hole!
The big hunting dog felt her ass begin to contract and jerk
back against him. He felt the thick heated combination of their
orgasmic release seeping wetly out around the flushed lips of her
rhythmically throbbing pussy lips as her defenseless cuntal
opening squeezed and pulled at his ejaculating prick.
The little blond twelve year old fell forward then, away from
him, her legs still spread wide apart, and in the dim light of the
shaded tree house in late afternoon, her rounded white asscheeks
glistened wetly from his expended semen. He could see her opened
pink flesh and the soaked fuzz of her ravished young loins as she
panted in her obscenely spread position. Exultantly, he stepped
over her outstretched nakedness, raised his head, and howled
victoriously. For many moments the satiated young girl lay
sprawled face down on the pillows, breathing spasmodically as the
ebb of her cumming washed over her.
"How come I didn't get a dog in my initiation?" a startling,
recognizable voice said and Laura, face down in the pillows, was
too frozen to move. She felt as though her entire body must be a
vivid blue, the cold shock was so great.
"Your initiation ain't over yet," said Mack's voice in
response to Janie's question.
Laura's panties had fallen down between two pillows, but her
eye happened to fall on a bit of the material as it stuck up in
the air. It was just enough to motivate her into action. Quickly
she grabbed the garment and sought to put it on. By now the tears
started to flow. With her rush of movement came other steadying
hands and from these she tried to pull away. But Pete DePow was
very strong.
"We're going on a picnic tomorrow," he whispered, forcibly
holding her against him so that she couldn't move.
"Who wants to go on your old picnic?" she asked scornfully.
"Please don't be embarrassed. We all know you couldn't help
it. Fido doesn't give a girl a chance, and he's a lot stronger
than he looks."
"He sure is!" she spat, but her embarrassment was beginning
to lessen under Pete's gentle reassurances.
"We might play some baseball on the picnic," he continued.
"G ... great," Laura said, thinking that she must, but
somehow her beloved game did not light the spark of enthusiasm it
used to light. She wondered at it but supposed it would pass.
Chapter 3
They were to take their bicycles on the picnic. Pete said
jokingly that Fido couldn't come because no one could compete with
him. Laura didn't see what there was to joke about, but she said
nothing, smiling wanly. Anyway, it was Fido's job to take care of
the club house while the boys were away, Pete said. Laura
wondered why he didn't say members, instead of boys, but she said
nothing because she realized that if Janie had not yet finished
her initiation and Laura had only just started, they might be the
only girls so far. She didn't feel like arguing. She was a
little girl in crisis. All last night she had tried to get
herself excited about baseball. She had thumbed through her well
worn baseball cards. When that failed, she had pulled out her
scrap book on the Toronto Maple Leafs, but one picture blurred
right into the other. Yet, blushingly, she could remember Pete's
touch as though she had been feeling it all her life.
In the morning, when she started to dress for the picnic, she
found herself unable to decide between jeans and shorts, when not
so long ago the choice of jeans would have been incontrovertible.
Now, having noticed that her legs were thinning and becoming most
pleasant to look at, she wanted to wear the shorts. She would, of
course, get a better tan on her legs if she wore the shorts, so
lying to herself for her own peace of mind, she put on the brief
little green shorts that she had really outgrown. Her mother had
despaired of buying more to keep up with her growth because she
had always claimed she wouldn't be caught dead in shorts!
Pete DePow was providing the sandwiches and Janie was
bringing cupcakes. Mack was bringing something to drink, and
Laura raided the refrigerator for fruit. She was glad she had
something easy and could get out of the house before her mother
found her in the kitchen and tried to hold her up with innocent-
sounding questions about the DePow's. Laura knew that whatever
she said would turn into gossip that would circle the town inside
of one day, so she had told her mother that she and Janie were
going for a bike ride and were taking lunch.
There had been no mention of boys, but something in her
mother's eyes the night before when she told her of the picnic
made Laura suspect that her mother knew Janie would not be her
only companion today.
It was too hot to bicycle very far. Laura congratulated
herself on the wisdom she had shown in wearing shorts, and the
boys soon had their shirts off and tied around their waists. Pete
needed the girls to rub him down with suntan oil if he was to wear
no shirt in the sun.
"I'd blister so badly that my freckles would all peel off,"
he said, and Laura found the remark so funny she had trouble
stopping laughing. She felt a strange pride, too, that she didn't
understand, being out there on the open road, rubbing a boy down
with suntan oil in front of passing cars, what few passed.
Where they stopped for lunch was a wooded area that gave
welcome shade from the sun. They leaned the bikes against the
trees, and where they stopped they could hear the sound of running
water.
"It's a brook," Mack explained. "Sometimes there's even fish
in there. Do you like to fish?" he asked Laura. For some reason,
Mack had been paying Laura a great deal of attention since they
stopped, and Pete seemed to have gravitated toward Janie.
"Yes," said Laura, remembering that she once had liked
fishing and so probably would again some day. The only fishing
she felt like doing right now though, was for Pete DePow, and
there he was with her best friend, Janie Farragut, not doing
anything terribly suspicious, but paying a little more attention
to the dark haired girl than to the blond.
"Hey, did you ever think of taking out your pigtails?" Mack
asked her suddenly. They weren't eating yet. It was far too
early, but they had decided to cool off with some of the punch
Mack had brought in a gallon thermos.
"This punch is good," she said before answering his question
about her hair. "The trouble with cranberry flavor is, though, it
makes you drink more, I think."
"That's why I brought a whole gallon," Mack said, filling her
paper cup again without being asked. "Let's take out your
pigtails."
"Why?" she asked. Janie's hair was short enough to wear
loose. "It's too hot."
"Is your hair long?" Mack asked. He had never in all their
lives paid so much attention to her, not even when he was on her
team and she scored well.
"It sure is," she assured him. "Too long."
"A girl's hair can never be too long," he assured her,
reaching for one of the braided plaits.
At one time, Laura would have instantly retorted that she did
not notice he was wearing his hair that long. She would have
asked why a girl's hair had to be any longer than a boy's. But
she was now beginning to feel a reason even if she could not yet
express what that reason was in so many words. She felt Mack
removing the elastic, and she couldn't bring herself to stop him.
Her hair was very long, because her mother didn't want to have it
cut. For the first time in years, she was feeling grateful in
some inexplicable way for that long hair and her mother's strength
of will. She knew that the length of it would impress the boys,
and impressing them had become important.
Now she felt Mack's finger drawing the strands apart, combing
through it. He undid the other braid, too. Then he took his own
comb out of his hip pocket and proceeded to comb it, the entire
length. He didn't say much but kept combing and combing. It felt
so good, that she watched the trees silently and let him comb.
From time to time, he refilled her glass with the sweet cranberry-
tasting punch, and she found herself growing giddy, wanting to
float away, and not knowing at all what gave her such sublime
feelings.
By the time Mack kissed her, Laura was floating on such a
pleasant euphoric cloud, that she didn't even realize how it got
started. But she was aware now that there had been something
alcoholic in the punch and that she was drunk! Gosh, it felt very
good to be drunk. Why hadn't she ever gotten drunk before? It
was at that point in her questioning that she felt strong hands
pulling her to her feet so that she dropped her empty cup. She
felt strong arms encircle her, and she saw Mack's smiling handsome
face before her blurred eyes. She brought her arms up as though
it were the most natural and accepted action in the world and
clung to Mack's neck as he kissed her, opening her mouth eagerly
to accept his tongue. Pete was a forgotten mirage. Wantonly, she
rubbed her blossoming tits against Mack's naked chest, enjoying
the feeling of sensuality which the liquor had sent rippling
through her body and Mack's embrace was magnifying. She could
feel his prick pressing against her belly. She felt it jerk
slightly in his pants, and she knew he was aroused by her
passionate kiss.
She thought liquor was supposed to smell, but his breath
smelled sweet and warm, she thought numbly as she kissed him.
Gosh, he really knew how to kiss, too. His lips were so soft.
Laura was feeling slightly wicked, letting Mack Toohey kiss her
this way, right in front of everyone else. Suddenly, his mouth
pressured hers open very wide, and his tongue slipped along her
wetly parted lips before plunging in farther than before. She
felt wonderful tremors of excitement course through her at such
familiarity, such closeness. In spite of herself, instead of
feeling angry or frightened, she was being oddly responsive to his
invasion of her mouth. She clung to him almost as passionately as
she had clung to Pete and ... and the dog! She allowed Mack's
moistly flicking tongue to fill her mouth for a long moment more,
swirling round and round her own, before she drew back, giggling,
of all things, to break the embrace.
Pete and Janie watched with amusement for a little while, but
the scene was too much, and Janie was more the temptress than
Laura. Her twelve year old lips were already full and sensuous
and often glistened invitingly because of her damn habit of
moistening them constantly with the tip of her little pink tongue,
making a guy want to taste them more and more each time he looked
at them. She had adopted the habit from her mother without
thinking.
By the time Pete turned to Janie, she was smiling, and her
eyes said that she knew what he wanted to do and that it was just
fine with her. She opened her arms to him, and he pressed in
close to her, feeling the taut, hard-nippled firmness of her
developing tits brand his chest hotly, even through her tank top.
Then his lips were on hers, and her tongue flickered into his
mouth to fuse with his, teasing along the ridged roof and over his
teeth.
Christ Almighty, thought Pete. No wonder Mack had given him
trouble about switching girls for the picnic! Janie was a real
surprise and knew how to French-kiss better than he had ever had
any girl do it. Now he couldn't wait to get her other ways as
well!
Janie Farragut's hot probing tongue began to flash in and out
of Pete's mouth as if she was trying to rape him with it, and he
felt his prick give an involuntary leap of arousal. The dark-
haired, freckle-nosed beauty seemed to sense his passion and
wantonly ground her pelvis against his loins, moving her hips in a
lewd circular motion. Christ in heaven, what was she doing? Wow,
she was something. It felt like she trying to screw him standing
up, right there with all their clothes on! Hell, she dry-fucked
better than any girl he knew could actually make love, and his
eagerly throbbing cock was almost erect from her erotic movements
against him.
But then suddenly Janie withdrew her tongue from his mouth
and pulled back, smiling sultrily at him, with her eyes smoky-
looking and half-lidded. She smoothed down her tank top with the
palms of her hands, and Pete flushed at the bulge along the right
leg of his trousers. He darted a look to see if the others were
watching, but they were too involved in their own lovemaking.
Janie was laughing merrily as though he had told a joke, and he
poured them each another punch from the jug, hoping his prick
would go down. It was not that he would not use it later, but he
and Mack had planned a kind of four-way deal. Still, his mind was
filled with lewd thoughts of Janie alone, how she would look and
feel nakedly spread out beneath him on the ground with her cloud
of dark hair tangled in his fingers while he fucked into the
tightness of her hungering cunt again and again. His restlessly
stirring cock ached with a growing lust, and it was rising again
into half-erectness from his thoughts alone.
Pete DePow was sure his face and neck must be flushed red and
not with sunburn. He supposed his pulsating prick could be seen
by Janie. He and Mack had meant to heat the girls up, but Laura
would take much longer, and he had to wait. Would Janie become
impatient or angry? She surely knew what was on his mind.
Suddenly, she spoke.
"I can hear water, Pete. Where is it? Let's go see!"
That would be something to do while they waited for Mack and
Laura, he thought, grateful to her. He took her hand and led her
up a little hill and through a ring of trees to a brook that was
not more than six inches deep but was fast enough to sound like a
river of miniature waterfalls as it rushed over all the stones
that were scattered throughout its course. They were standing
there watching the water, listening to its refreshing music, when
Janie surprised him.
"Do you still have a hard-on, Pete? Let me see," she said,
grinning. "Let me see if that beautiful freckled cock of yours is
still hard!"
"What ... what do you mean 'freckled'?" He tried to keep
everything light and easy, just for a little while longer. Mack
had not told him that Janie was this forward. Now he saw her eyes
lower to the front of his trousers and her lips formed a mock pout
when she saw that there was no longer a bulge present.
"I didn't think you just wanted to see the old brook," she
said petulantly. But then she laughed softly, sensually. "I was
sure you wanted to fuck me. I thought that you would like to put
your big hard cock into my sweet cunt and fill me up with a great
load of your cum. Wasn't I right, Peter DePow?"
Quite involuntarily, Pete's prick jumped once more into
erection at the continued lasciviousness of Janie Farragut. It
was throbbing wildly in his pants and his brain was reeling. He
and Mack were supposed to be initiating these girls into sex, not
the other way around. What was the matter with her; was she over-
sexed? Christ, maybe she had made every kid in her school and he
and Mack were just fools. She leaned close to him now and put her
hand on his still naked chest. She let it remain there for a
moment before she moved it slowly down over his stomach and began
tantalizingly stroking the pulsating bulge in his pants.
"Well, Pete?" she asked, her breath like hot flowing honey
against his cheek. "Did we come here to fuck or didn't we? Don't
you want to fuck me?"
He didn't know what to think or say. Maybe it was the
alcohol in the punch that affected her this way, although Laura
had been given far more than Janie.
"Say, if you could wait a bit, Janie," he begged her. He
thought he ought to turn and walk down stream a little, cooling
her off that way, but he was rooted to the spot. The pressure of
her gently kneading fingers on his balls and prick brought great
swirling billows of heat rising upward through his loins, and his
testicles ached almost painfully with sexual need.
"Wait for what, Peter?" she asked. "My cunt is on fire!
Can't you tell? And your cock keeps getting big. What are we
waiting for?"
Pete DePow was vainly trying to remember what his and Mack's
plans had been for the girls, but his attempts were in vain. His
mind was a blank. Janie was rhythmically stroking his lust-
swollen cock and balls now through his trousers, moving closer to
him so that the tips of her still not full tits touched his chest.
Then she leaned forward, and her lips touched his cheek. Her
tongue came out like a molten firebrand and traced a quick, liquid
path down over his jawline and then back up over his lips before
she drew her head back again.
"Gosh, Janie!" he managed to say.
"I want to fuck, Peter," she pouted but in a sensuous tone of
voice. "I want you to fuck me, and I want to fuck you. Don't you
like to fuck?"
Christ, what a silly question. He was trembling almost
uncontrollably, his mind awhirl with panic. He wished he could
remember what the plans had been. He didn't want to spoil
anything, but this was a staggering situation, and he simply
couldn't think. He could feel the heat of lust rising still
higher inside of him from her ministrations, from her lips and
tongue, threatening to consume him completely. His whole being
was crying out for release.
"First I'll suck you," the twelve year old offered, and the
licentious words tore through Pete like a hot knife. "First I'll
take your big cock in my mouth and suck you. Maybe I'll even suck
you until you cum, if you want, until you fill my mouth with your
hot sticky semen. Then later we could fuck, too."
It didn't seem to Pete at this point that there was any
reason why he couldn't make love to Janie first and then move on
to whatever those magnificent group plans were that they had made.
And they couldn't be that great anyway, he decided, if he couldn't
even remember them!
"You think you want to?" he asked, not knowing whether he
hoped she would say yes or no.
"Yes," she answered sensuously, squeezing and stroking down
between his legs. "You do want me to suck you don't you, Pete?
You want me to suck you and fuck you, suck you and fuck you, suck
you and fuck you ..." She was bearing down at him while she
crooned the obscenities, grinning, her eyes sparkling now where
they were sensuously half-lidded before. It was as though she
were trying to hypnotize him. Jesus! As though he had to be
hypnotized to let himself get sucked off! What had Mack been
teaching this girl? Well, man, it was Mack's fault if he couldn't
wait for later. Pete had to have Janie right now. Nothing
mattered but the acute pleasure-pain in his groin, nothing but
this hot-blooded little pixie who was stroking and caressing him.
"Yes!" he hissed savagely. "Yes, goddamn it, Janie. What do
you expect? Of course I want you to suck me. Do you think I'm
nuts or something?"
Janie laughed throatily and stepped back, releasing his cock
and balls. "Let's go swimming," she suggested.
He stated at her. "Swimming!" he exclaimed. "In there?" He
pointed to the shallow brook.
"Sure. It's hot, and you know how much hotter it gets when
you're fucking. Besides, wouldn't it be fun to sit in the water
while I suck you off?"
Pete's temples were pounding with the liquor and the passion
she had set to burning inside of him.
"Don't you think we should wait for the other kids?" he
asked.
"Why?" she wanted to know, and he had no answer.
He wasn't sure he liked a girl to be quite this pushy, even
if it was in sex, yet he was powerless to do anything but obey.
Mutely, he stepped forward, intending to take over the initiative,
to lead her somewhere, but she seemed to want to go not back into
the woods as he led, but toward the water as she had suggested.
"It'll be so nice and cool," she purred. What could he do?
"You know, my mother and father sometimes take baths together,"
she confided as she started to unbuckle his belt. "They probably
don't think I know, but I do!" she said, smiling mysteriously. "I
know a lot of things."
"Yes, I guess you do," he couldn't help agreeing. But she
wasn't offended, even though his tone was a touch sarcastic.
Still her idea was beginning to arouse Pete to even more
passionate heights. He and Janie fucking together in the water
while Laura and Mack might come upon them at any minute. The very
lewd boldness of doing it outdoors, not in the shelter of the
trees but in the brook, a rather open area, where they could have
company! He was sure there were other people who knew this was a
great picnic area. It was quite a chance to take, and yet the
gamble made it all the more lewdly exciting. Would she keep her
word about sucking him off if they were out in the brook? Imagine
getting a blow job so exposed like that? Imagine getting a blow
job at all, actually! He had hardly expected such a thing. Never
in his wildest dreams had he expected to have such a thing happen,
although he had heard of it, of course.
He noticed that although Janie had unbuckled his belt, she
had left him to undress herself. His blood-swollen cock
palpitated maddeningly as he watched the sultry little girl reach
down and pull her tank top over her head. He saw her tits were
beginning to form, just like Laura's. It was exciting to think
that someday they would be big and full like his mother's. He
felt as though he were in on the ground floor, a political
expression that his father often used. Success was always a
matter of getting in on the ground floor, his father said, meaning
starting at the right place at the right time. If Pete could fuck
every little girl in town, he reasoned, and keep them interested
while they grew up, why, when the time came, he would have his
pick. Wasn't that what his father meant?
Janie was unzipping her shorts now, shrugging out of them,
letting them fall and puddle around her feet. Now all she wore
was a pair of cotton panties that covered too much of what was
turning into a beautiful ass, Pete's practiced eye noted. He
watched her as her hands stroked her sides and again she moistened
her lips provocatively, never taking her eyes from Pete's face.
"Did you learn that from your mother?" Pete asked, almost
breathless.
"Everything," she whispered. "We have gigantic keyholes in
my house." She lived in an old farmhouse.
Slowly now, her hands slid down to her hips, to the waistband
of her panties. With that same tantalizing slowness, she drew the
flimsy cotton triangle down, down over her scarcely showing pussy
hair that was dark, what there was of it, and so contrasted
startlingly with her white skin as did her white skin with her
tan. Then the wet, petal-like lips of her hair-fuzzed cunt came
into view. Pete sucked in his breath. His wildly burgeoning cock
jumped, and he could feel seminal fluid ooze from the glans
opening.
Janie finally stepped out of her panties and stood nakedly
unashamed before him. Her legs were beginning to shape like
Laura's were. They were thinning, looking longer and tapered.
Her ass, though, was the masterpiece, Pete thought. It was satin
smooth and enticingly dimpled. She stepped forward, still letting
her pink tongue flick over her lips.
"Do ... do you like me?" she asked in a teasing young voice.
She cupped her titties as much as they would cup. "I guess they
aren't very big yet, but I can't help that," she explained glumly.
"Oh, they're fine," he hastened to assure her. "I think
they're great ... for ... for twelve years old!"
"And my cunt?" Her hands dipped lower, framing the little
white satin pouch that looked as though it had been pencil-
sketched on, the hairs were still so sparse. "It isn't very soft
yet, I guess."
"Don't be silly," he chided her. "You have to expect to grow
up, and since your skin is soft ... well ... you don't need hair!"
he ended lamely.
Janie laughed with appreciation. "When are you going to take
off your clothes?" she asked. "Get naked, Pete. Get naked so I
can see your beautiful big freckled cock." She laughed as she
called it freckled.
"I guess once and for all," he said, laughing himself, "I'd
better show you just where my freckles are and are not."
"Mine are all on my nose, see?" she said, turning around to
show him the smooth, tanned and white skin of her entire body.
"I see," he breathed. And he could see. Janie Farragut was
going to have one hell of a beautiful body some day. All ready,
her waist nipped in and her ass was firming. The dimples were
adorable. As soon as her tits filled out, which wouldn't be long,
she would be a good looking broad. His mind was now blank to all
but the provocative little girl who stood naked before him, to all
but the billowing heat of building cum that bloated his balls.
Feverishly he tore at his clothes, throwing his shirt and belt to
the ground, unzipping his trousers and letting them fall. He
kicked off his tennis shoes without untying them, stepped out of
his pants, pulled off his socks and then finally removed the last
shred of a barrier between them, his shorts. At last, he, too,
was naked. He forgot all about his tendency to sunburn. His long
hard lust-swollen cock jutted out from his loins like a huge,
quivering standard, the head an angry purplish red and sheened
with his seminal fluid. Of course, it wasn't anywhere near the
size of his father's yet, but his father would wink from time to
time and say that it just needed practice! His balls hung swollen
in their soft swaying sac below, swinging lightly as his chest
heaved with excitement.
Janie thought, too, how he wasn't as big as her father, but
that, she figured, was something to be grateful for. After all,
Pete was no more than thirteen or fourteen. He still had a long
way to grow! She wanted him to feel good.
"Wow," she exclaimed. "You sure have a beautiful cock,
Pete," she told him. "Even if you don't have any freckles on it,"
she pouted in mock distress. "But I'll give it something better
than freckles," she announced then, smiling again. "I'm going to
lick it and suck it until I milk every last drop of cum from those
gorgeous balls of yours!"
A small, tortured cry erupted from Pete's throat, and he
lunged forward, gathering Janie Farragut in his arms, pressing his
lust-rigid shaft against her belly. His hands roughly caressed
her soft warm titties, kneading and squeezing them, rolling the
turgid nipples between thumb and forefinger. He was almost
mindless with lust for her now, making little mewling sounds in
his throat.
Janie giggled teasingly, disengaging him. "Now don't you be
impatient, Peter DePow," she said with mock reproof. "We aren't
in the water yet." She took his hand and together they walked
down to the edge of the brook and then along the side, looking for
a likely place to carry out their desires.
"I bet that would be a good place," Janie said shortly. She
was pointing to the middle of the narrow brook to a place where
there were no stones jutting out above the surface of the water.
Dropping his hand suddenly, she moved into the water, toward the
spot she considered a possibility. And then, instead of just
testing the depth of the hollow with her foot, she leaned forward
to test it with her hand, presenting her soft, velvet asscheeks to
his eyes, as well as, when she moved a foot forward, the small
dark asshole between them. He knew that she was doing it on
purpose, and he nearly went out of his mind.
Pete DePow's impatiently pulsating prick gave a convulsive
leap as he saw the soft, fluted lips of her cunt flower open too,
right before his eyes. He gulped at the sight of the moist
teasing slit, gleaming in the sunlight. Then slowly,
tantalizingly, she sank into the hollow, and he was mesmerized to
see the water flowing around her, bubbling against her skin. Her
eyes were once again sensuously lidded.
"Come on in," she invited. "It's lovely and cool here."
Pete, his brain containing nothing in that moment but
overwhelming lust, needed no further urging. Trembling, his
massively lust-thickened cock swaying in front of him, he joined
her in the bubbling hollow of the brook, sitting down opposite
her, his feet sliding along the outside of her legs as he settled
down. His toes touched the satiny skin of her hips and sides.
The water was quite chilly, in his estimation, but he could still
feel the warmth of contact with her send little ripples of
pleasure along his groin. They would soon have the little brook
boiling, he thought with satisfaction.
Janie Farragut wiggled her toes and giggled, stretching
forward, and he felt her toenails tickle his balls deliciously.
Again she giggled with delight as she saw the purplish head of his
blood-bloated cock shoot up like a periscope out of the water.
She raised up so that her tits felt as though they were floating
on the water. Someday, she knew they would be large enough to
look as though they were floating, too. She drew her toes along
the inside of his thighs, rising up onto her knees then, staring
at him, licking her sensually parted lips.
"Do you want me to suck you now?" she asked innocently. "Do
you want me to suck your big hard purple cock, Pete?"
"Oh, yes, please! Please suck it, Janie," he begged.
Janie lowered her head, and Pete watched her mesmerically as
she first took a mouthful of the cool brook water and shot bubbles
of it out of her mouth through her teeth. Her teasing further
increased the passion which was seething inside the redheaded
boy's body. She eased forward, positioning her head directly
above the jutting head of his swollen rod, her dark hair floating
around it, and her hand sliding through the cool water to grasp
his cock at the base, like a skin diver sliding for treasure, her
little finger teasing his bloated scrotum below.
The breath burst from Pete DePow's lungs in staccato
explosions as he felt her hand on his genitals. Her cheeks were
puffed out again from more water that she was retaining there.
Then, like a striking copperhead, her dark head darted down
and her lips came in contact with the head of his swollen cock,
parting to take the lust-inflated head between them. At the same
time, she released the water which she had been holding inside her
mouth, and it cascaded strangely down like warm flowing water over
the length of his throbbing shaft until the coolness of the brook
quickly dissipated its heat.
A cry of wanton delight came from the very core of Pete's
being, and his hands came out of the brook involuntarily to tangle
themselves in the dark wet tresses of Janie's head. He levered up
as he did so, driving more of his excitedly throbbing prick into
the warm, incredibly soft cavern of her mouth. The back of his
head felt the dangerous heat of the sun. He would surely get a
burn, but how could he care? It was a small enough price to pay
for this!
He could look down now to see half of his thick blood-
burgeoning prick disappear into her ovalled red lips, see her
lust-contorted features as she allowed the shaft of hard pulsating
lewd flesh to remain in her mouth without moving her lips on it,
without touching it with her tongue. Pete's testicles were
boiling cauldrons of semen now, and he knew it wouldn't be long
before it would come spewing out of his hardened pole like a flow
of hot molten lava. Just like an island erupting in the sea, he
thought.
"Suck me!" he now commanded bravely down to the top of her
head.
He even tried to push her head down on his cock with his
hands wrapped in her now soaking wet dark hair, but she resisted,
tickling his balls maddeningly with her fingers. She pulled out
of his grip to smile teasingly up at him.
"Do you like my mouth wrapped around your cock, Peter?" she
asked unnecessarily.
"Yes! Of course! Suck me, Janie, for Christ's sake!"
Once more her head dipped and her tongue came out wetly then
to lick circles of liquid fire around and around the head,
flicking into the glans eye, lapping up the excited pre-ejaculate
seeped from there. His hands tightened painfully in her hair, and
he endeavored to bury his rigidly erect, blood-swollen prick
inside her incredible mouth again. But still she resisted,
licking and washing the head of his cock tantalizingly with her
saliva, twirling her tongue faster and faster around the blood-
inflated head.
Once again she drew back, leaving his wildly jerking rod of
lewdly swollen flesh and lowered her head to the water another
time. Again, her mouth filled with the brook water, she waited
until she had warmed it in her mouth and then again bobbed her
head down over his excited prick before taking the head between
her lips carefully. She began to suck him slowly, rhythmically,
trying to keep the warm water in her mouth, and to a certain
extent was able to do it.
"Aaaahhhhh!" Pete moaned in rapturous passion as the combined
sensations of Janie's soft lips and tongue and the added warm
moisture that she was gurgling around his cock made him almost
insane with desire. Never had he imagined anything to be this
good! He wondered how long it would be before he would ever find
anything this good again!
"Hmmmmnnnn!" Janie hummed as she washed his cock again and
again with the warm water she was holding in her mouth, bobbing
her head up and down, up and down on his shaft. Pete was watching
her slave on him, jerking his hips upward into her face and
driving her head down with hard thrusts of his hands in her hair,
and the sight was one so lewdly exciting that he began to chant to
her between bared teeth.
"Janie baby, suck it! Suck it! Suck it!"
Janie Farragut's tongue, with a nerve-tingling lap on the
outstroke, was like a separate entity, a mad thing, as she sucked
him. Her mouth worked hungrily, greedily, trying to recall
everything she had ever seen in the bathroom at home, her
concentration full and complete on the task she was performing,
swirling the water in her mouth around and around his lust-swollen
cock without losing a droplet of it after awhile, with practice,
churning it more and more expertly in the cavern of her softly
ovalled mouth. Her new tits quivered and her hair looked like a
dark garment being drubbed up and down in wash water as her head
pumped. The soft wet skin of her lips puckered outward and then
back in again as she fucked her mouth the full length of his hotly
pulsating cock.
Oh, man, it sure won't be long, he thought numbly, completely
abandoned now to the orgasmic mouth-fucking he was receiving. It
wouldn't be long before he came, before he filled her mouth and
her throat and her belly with his cum. It wouldn't be long before
he shot a creamy load like he had never shot before, before he had
an orgasm that would put all other orgasms he had ever had to
shame. It wouldn't be long at all, yet he sure could wish that it
would be forever.
Chapter 4
"I didn't see them leave, did you?" Laura suddenly asked,
pulling herself out of Mack's passionate embrace.
"Who cares?" was all he seemed able to mutter. He pulled her
toward him again.
But Laura was feeling hungry and a little upset by the fact
that Pete could so easily switch from her to Janie. It was not
that she didn't like Mack or find his kissing very nice, but that
she knew people who jumped around from mate to mate did not make
very good reputations around school. Pete had started to make
love to her yesterday, which by every rule she knew, was an
expression of interest in her, Laura Cutter! Why was he now
giving his attention to Janie Farragut? She didn't understand,
and she was jealous.
"I'm hungry," she said, pushing Mack away. "Let's find out
if they'll eat now."
Mack Toohey sighed. With all the alcohol he had poured into
her by way of the punch, she still had her defenses up. Laura
Cutter was not an easy lay, as the saying went, nothing like Janie
Farragut! In fact, if he knew Janie and Pete ... Hey! Maybe
that was the answer! There was no doubt that wherever Janie and
Pete were, they were surely making love. What else did a guy do
with Janie Farragut? And since that was unarguably true, their
love-making might very well be the solution to his problem with
Laura! If Laura could watch someone else, someone who really knew
how to make love, wouldn't that inspire her to want some of the
same? Now Mack was excited! Yes, he too wanted to find Pete and
Janie.
"Are you hungry? Really?" he asked Laura. "Gee, I seem to
be hungry also. Funny, I hadn't noticed it before." He rose to
his feet and pulled her up by the hand. He watched her hair
cascade down over her ass ... "Boy, it sure is long," he
murmured, without realizing that he was saying anything out loud.
"Have they been gone long?" she asked surprised. "Did you
see when they left? Which way did they go?"
"I ... uh ..." Mack looked around himself. Then he heard
something. He heard what sounded like a moan. They were human
sounds, at any rate, and they came from over the little hill,
toward the brook. "I believe they went this way," he told her,
reaching for her hand.
At the top of the little hill, almost through the trees, in
sight of the brook, Laura froze in abject horror. Involuntarily,
a small cry burst from her throat but was lost like a bird song in
the woods. She felt as though someone had kicked her in the
stomach. She couldn't seem to find her breath, and she stood
stock still, gasping, her eyes bulging wide with sheer disbelief.
What she saw was a rite as old as time itself being performed
like a tribal bath in a primitive spring. It was the perverted
rite of fellatio, a disgusting practice which Laura had heard
about at school amidst obscene tittering and blushes. She had
heard women did this sort of thing for money but that a woman had
to be pretty degenerate to do it for pleasure. It was something
pimps got their whores to do for them, maybe, but not something a
decent man expected of any decent woman. She wondered who of Pete
and Janie was to blame.
Janie was no prostitute. She couldn't be, and somehow Pete
DePow was just too nice to be as evil as she had always thought a
man must be, one who allowed such things to be done to him. Yet
there had to be some explanation. Janie Farragut was kneeling now
in the rushing stream of water amidst the stones and a naked tree
root, her head slaving up and down over Pete DePow's groin, her
lips sliding around his huge, erect blood-swollen prick hungrily
as if it were some obscene peppermint stick or licorice. His
hands were wrapped in her dark hair, urging her on to even faster
bobbings and lickings, and there was on his face a mask of pure
and mindless lust. His lips were pulled back over his teeth;
spittle was dribbling out onto his chin, and he had both his legs
spread wide, one heel resting on the banking and the other on a
stone on either side of the sucking dark-haired twelve year old
kneeling between them.
Unable to help it, a strangled gasp escaped Laura's throat, a
gasp of nightmarish rejection of the sickening picture burning the
retinas of her eyes. She thought it was the sun in her eyes, but
she was still standing in the shade of the trees. It was tears.
She staggered backward, wanting to turn and flee, run, get out of
there, blot such a terrible scene from her mind! For the first
time, she realized that she had worn the shorts for Pete DePow,
and this was the way she was repaid!
However, Mack caught hold of her, restraining her, preventing
her from taking her gaze from the wildly jerking couple in the
brook. He smiled with knowing satisfaction as he watched with
admiration the way Janie's mouth and tongue were working around
Pete's lust-hardened cock. Damn, but she could really give a blow
job! His own cock leapt into instant arousal, watching her, and
the feel of Laura Cutter's soft resilient flesh trembling under
his hands sent little ripples of heat flashing through his groin.
"Pete's quite the lover, isn't he?" Mack said but with his
eyes glued to Janie.
"Gollleeee!" Laura wailed in undisguised misery. "How could
he? How could he?" She leaned back against Mack almost without
realizing it while her mind fought to accept the reality of what
she was seeing, that the lover she had thought was hers ...
wasn't.
"Do you realize what's happening there, Laura?" Mack asked
softly, his voice almost hypnotic. "That's Pete and my girl
friend, and they're making love, oral love, the best kind of
love."
"Yes! Oh, no!" The words tore from little Laura's throat in
almost pleading tremolo, as if she was trying to convince herself
that it couldn't be happening. Her brain seethed with tumbling,
reeling thoughts and emotions.
Christ, what if she had told her mother she had a date with
Pete DePow? The whole town would have had its collective eye on
her. How embarrassed she would have been! Pete had to think of
things like that. It wasn't fair! All Laura could hope for was
that her mother didn't guess at the reason for her dress and
shorts today if she had seen them. Ever her mother's wild guesses
were apt to circulate through the town. She had seen that happen.
And what about this so-called wonderful Pete? He certainly
wasn't very faithful! Here he was, the very next day, lying with
another girl's mouth on his blood-bloated prick, letting her kiss
him there, obviously enjoying it, the way his face was twisted
like some beast in beat, letting Janie do that to him while the
girl he had first made love to ... but had she been first? Well,
Mack said that Janie was supposed to be his girl! What a sick,
foul, perverted, disgusting thing to happen, right before Laura's
and Mack's eyes.
And speaking of Mack, he was holding her very tightly now,
and she suddenly became aware of a prodding against her asscheeks
and the pounding of his heart. She shuddered, trying to turn.
Did Mack have an erection watching this? Gosh all fishhooks, was
he aroused? How could anyone, any decent person, get aroused from
watching something like this?
As if sensing her thoughts, Mack Toohey moved his pelvis
against her ass lightly, and in her ear, he whispered in the same
mesmeric tone as before, "It's really exciting to watch, though,
don't you think so? I kind of like watching Janie make love to
someone else. It arouses your passions, doesn't it? It makes you
want to make love yourself, doesn't it, Laura?" He was petting
her very long blond hair.
"Oh, noooooo!" she moaned. What was the matter with Mack?
Had he taken leave of his senses, acting this way, talking like
that? Was he crazy or something? She didn't know Mack at all, in
spite of the years they had spent playing baseball and hockey on
the same or opposite teams, that was plainly evident. She didn't
know what kind of boy he was deep inside at all. Why, it was
almost as if he were reveling in the sickness before their eyes,
in the horrible thing his own girl and best friend were doing
together, as if he had known all along that it would happen and
maybe was waiting expectantly for it.
"Will you look at the way Janie moves her mouth up and down a
guy's cock?" Mack intoned behind her, his breath hot in her ear.
"Just look at the way her mouth works on his prick. Man oh man!
That's exciting, isn't it? You feel aroused watching it, don't
you, Laura?"
"No! I sure don't!" she flung at him, struggling to break
free, but his grip was like iron on her. She felt anger rising,
replacing the shocked horror which had numbed her mind until then.
Here in front of her was the end of her first love! This had been
the love for which she had given up everything! She had lost all
interest in baseball, in hockey, in everything! Did Mack expect
her to be pleased about that? Was he kidding? The line between
love and hate was a lot thinner than she had ever suspected as she
crossed it while she watched what should have been the breaking of
her heart. But she wouldn't let herself be hurt. Not by the
likes of Pete Depow. No sireeee!
And she hated Mack Toohey, also, hated him almost as much as
she did Peter DePow, for he was a party to this animalistic
depravity. Somehow she was sure of that. No wonder there was
alcohol in the punch.
She twisted and jerked in the young athlete's grasp but in
vain. She was breathing hard, her eyes locked on the tableau
before her, watching Janie's undulating ass lashing the rushing
water in lewd motion as she slavered her mouth up and down around
Pete's long hard lust-bloated cock. Her wet dark hair shone in
the sunlight with glints of dark gold and the tips of it were
fanned out, floating in the water over Pete's belly, and her
tongue was lashing furiously around and around the head of the
cock in her mouth on the outstroke. There was the same mindless
lust, contorting her features as was contorting Pete's.
"Watch them. See that? Watch, Laura," Mack commanded
hypnotically, holding her still, "Watch my girl suck Pete's hard
cock."
His salacious words brought a gasp from Laura, but even so,
she found herself obeying Mack's words for some reason. She was
watching, watching with widening eyes, and her struggles ceased in
spite of the fact that the hot anger of moments earlier, tempered
somewhat now, still remained. The strong boy behind her began to
whisper more obscene remarks into her ear, and his hand moved
around under her titties, the forearm raising them up as he held
her. He was telling her again how exciting it was to watch the
perverted lovemaking in the brook, how it gave vent to rising
passions to see other people doing it.
Suddenly, in spite of herself, Laura became aroused. She
could feel her nipples harden beneath the shirt she wore, beneath
the brassiere she had finally felt inspired to wear. She could
feel her cuntal juices begin to flow as they had yesterday when
Fido, the black-haired German Shepherd had brought her to her
first climax. She tried to will the unwanted desire away, tried
to turn her eyes from the lascivious sight of Pete and Janie, but
she could do neither. The passion was growing inside her now, for
once kindled, it was spread rapidly, like an inferno consuming her
flesh, causing her to tingle deliciously all over.
Mack Toohey, sensing her arousal, felt a growing triumph. It
was going to work out even better that the plot he and Pete had
hatched after all! Laura Cutter was going to come across; he felt
sure of it now. He had been right in his appraisal of the hidden
depths of this girl, whom he had noticed in several baseball and
hockey games for a couple of years now. He had suggested her to
Pete before he had wanted her himself, but now, he could hardly
wait!
He renewed his whispering into her ear with more and more
lewd words and suggestions, and his hand moved up to cup one of
her tits, lightly kneading it. Christ, some day she was going to
have nice tits, he suspected! She wasn't protesting now, either.
She was watching Janie sucking Peter off, and she wasn't fighting
his advances. He pressed his blood-swollen erect cock tighter
against her asscheeks, insinuating the hardened bulge into the
soft yielding crevice between her asscheeks.
"My girl and Pete, Laura," he breathed into her ear. "My
girl and Peter DePow fucking. That's what they're doing, you
know. Janie is mouth-fucking Pete. Janie and Pete making love.
Why shouldn't we make love, Laura? Why shouldn't you and I fuck?
I want to fuck you, Laura. I want to fuck you right here, right
now, while we watch your Peter and my Janie. I want to fuck you
standing up here between the trees with your long hair blowing."
Laura Cutter's twelve year old mind was still a seething
turmoil of anger and hatred and confusion, made irrational by the
amount of liquor she had consumed in his cranberry punch, but she
was rapidly becoming swamped by her rising passion. Mack's words
were taking their toll now. She could feel his hand on her titty,
knew she should take it away, stop him from touching her like
that. She could feel his prick, hard between the sensitive cheeks
of her ass, barely protected by the skimpy shorts, and she knew
she should stop that, too. But the feelings they evoked were
pleasant, adding fuel to her excitement, and she didn't want to
stop. She wanted to ... wanted to ... make love! She wanted Mack
Toohey, handsome Mack Toohey to make love to her!
The sudden, overwhelming realization made Laura's head pound
rhythmically. Yes, God help her, that's what she wanted! She
wanted him to do what he was whispering in her ear, wanted him to
... to fuck her! She wanted to be fucked! If she could enjoy
being fucked by a dog, surely she would enjoy being fucked by a
boy even more! Of course, she had hoped it would be Pete, but
Mack was real nice and ... and ... a bird in the hand, as her
grandmother always used to say, was worth two in the bush!
Nothing else seemed to matter right now, anyway. And if Pete no
longer mattered, why not be fucked by Mack? What could Pete say,
seeing what he was doing! If he was going to hurt her, well, she
could just as well hurt him, she thought irrationally. Besides,
the prurient desires which were raging in her flesh had as much
right to be satisfied as his did!
"Laura," the handsome dark athlete was whispering, "Laura, I
want to fuck you while we stand here watching Janie suck off Pete!
Doesn't that sound exciting? Laura? I want to fuck you while we
..."
"Yes! Yes!" she heard herself hissing. "Yes, Mack, yesssss!
I want you to fuck me!"
Mack's hand squeezed her small titty harder, and his breath
exploded into her ear. Those were the words he had waited through
glass after glass of cranberry punch to hear! He cupped both of
her young tits, moving his pelvis tight behind her.
"Right here! Right now," he whispered.
"Yes! I want to! Yes."
"While we watch Pete and Janie sucking him," he whispered
while nibbling her neck between words. He had to burrow in under
her hair and it tickled both of them.
"Lean forward and put your hands on these trees here so you
can still see," he commanded.
Laura complied, past all caring now, wanting only release
from the floods of passion surging like combers on a stormy beach,
like desert sand in a wind storm through her being. She wanted
him, wanted his blood-swollen prick inside her hungering cunt,
wanted him, wanted him, wanted him!
Mack Toohey's dexterous fingers were on the buttons of her
blouse now, snapping them open one by one. Slowly he drew the
garment off her shoulders, down over her limp arms and then off
her body altogether. She raised one foot as he then unbuttoned
her shorts and let them fall. Then she stepped out of those with
the other foot. She was now wearing only her new brassiere and
panties. Mack unfastened her brassiere snaps, letting it fall
away, and her taut nipples burst out like newly emerging twigs.
Her tits quivered in the fresh air. Even in her humped over
position, there was little pendulous effect to her blossoming
titties yet.
Laura felt the athletically strong fingers of Mack Toohey
teasing along the silk-encased material of her little white
asscheeks, his nails digging lightly into the resilient, passion-
warm flesh. Then he was tugging at the waistband of her panties,
pulling them slowly down so that she could feel them dropping ...
dropping. She could almost feel the gaze of his eyes as they
hungrily watched the gradual revelation of her ass flesh.
Although she felt a rush of fresh air blow along her nakedly
exposed skin, she was not sure whether it was the heat of the sun
that made her feel so or whether she really was blushing back
there! Now she dimly realized that she was completely naked, her
full, rounded asscheeks presented to the lusting gaze of her long-
time teammate with total abandonment and surrender.
Watching the couple in the brook, the water rushing and
gurgling around them as though they were a couple of stray
boulders fallen in the way, Laura could see Janie Farragut pulling
Pete DePow's blood-swollen cock into her hungering mouth
voraciously, the lewd shaft sliding along her tongue like butter
along a hot knife as she endeavored to take every single inch of
his monstrous shaft into the soft wet folds of her cheeks.
Janie's white ass undulated madly in the sunlight, and Pete was
jerking and twisting in wild frenzy under her ministrations. The
water lashed around like a stormy ocean sending its tidal waves up
on the banking, and still Janie sawed up and down with enraptured,
frenetic movements on his bloated veined prick, her lovely rosy
cheeks puffed out and contrasting with her dark hair and white
skin but not with the strawberry-colored, blood-engorged shaft,
her mouth so tightly sucking him that her lip-flesh pulled out
grotesquely as her head bobbed up, then turned into almost
complete disappearance as she lunged downward again and he levered
up to meet her bobbing thrust.
Why, he's going to cum in her mouth, Laura thought numbly.
What else can he do? He's going to fill her mouth with his creamy
seed, strangle her on it, drown her in his hot semen. The thought
was, for some reason, perversely exciting, and down between her
legs she felt her pussy begin to secrete her fluids in ever-
increasing amounts as she watched Janie Farragut suck and lick the
redheaded former mayor's son's swollen cock. Behind her, Mack
Toohey was massaging her ass, kneading and squeezing the bare
flesh with his long, sure fingers, pulling the crevice of her
tight, firm asscheeks wide apart to reveal the salaciously
enticing furrow which nestled glistening between Laura's newly
slendered tapering legs. Then he brought one hand around to
manipulate one of her budding tits, fingers rolling and teasing
the rigid nipple at its peak; his other hand dipped into the soft,
hair-fuzzed slit, middle finger extended and teasing, down and
under along the incredibly soft cunt of the young twelve year old
neophyte. He found her clitoris, rigid and tingling with its
electric blood, and began to tease it with the tip of his finger.
Laura mewled with unwanted delight at the electric flashes his
probings were sending through her every fiber.
At that exact moment, she felt his one hand leave her titty
and, a second later, heard the unmistakable whisper of a zipper
being drawn down. She tensed, opening and closing her legs around
his invading finger, waiting for what she knew was to come. Mack
pressed forward again, and Laura felt the hard, rubbery tip of his
erect prick rub along the velvety surface of her asscheeks, dip
into the moist crevice, and move down toward where his finger was
sliding into the moist, warm folds of her cuntal mouth.
Oh, God! He's going to do it to me with his big, hard prick,
she thought. She knew he was going to do it to her, but then she
had asked him for it. After all, she owed Pete nothing. In fact,
she had not let Pete do it. Of course, there had been the dog,
Fido. Imagine, losing your virginity to a dog! Would anyone
believe it? And why wasn't she ashamed of it? Why wasn't she
ashamed of any of this? Maybe she was no better than a whore!
Maybe her mother was right, that there were two kinds of women,
ladies and lewdies. It was a great joke to her mother, and Laura
had never known quite what she meant by it, but she knew now. And
she, Laura Cutter, might well be the opposite of her mother. She
might be a lewdy!
Mack Toohey worked the blood-engorged knob of his long, very
purple-veined cock up and down in Laura's moist, soft cunt with
increasing fervor. Christ, this was really going to be good! he
told himself. It was going to be one of the best fucks he had
ever had. He could sense it, feel it in the marrow of his bones.
His balls already felt as if they contained lead weights, and his
blood-swollen cock throbbed and jerked with the need to fuck her.
He was going to get his nuts after about ten strokes, he was so
goddamned excited! But what the hell, this wasn't going to be the
last time he would screw Laura Cutter. Once he had done it, she
was a member of their club, and he was quite sure she would have
lost all interest in playing baseball!
"I'm going to fuck you now, Laura," he whispered
lasciviously. "I'm going to put my rock-hard cock into your
hungering cunt and fuck you until you scream your little head off!
How's that?"
"Oh, yes, Mack!" Laura heard herself agree in a half whisper.
"Please fuck me. Please!"
"Better reach behind you then and take my cock into your
hand," he commanded. "Put it into your cunt, Laura. Put it in!"
Laura, groaning with the billows of fire that were racing
through her bloodstream, obeyed the order, reaching behind her to
grasp the fleshy, lubricated, slick head of Mack's magnificent
hard cock. God, it seemed so big to her! Could she take all of
such a thing inside? It seemed incredible, and yet she had to do
it! She had to! Yes, of course she could take it. Laura splayed
her legs wider apart, bracing herself against the tree with her
eyes feasting on the lewdly jerking couple in the brook just
beyond the trees and guided the young fourteen year old athlete's
lust-thick cock to her cuntal orifice, placing it there at the
door of the tingling, expectant hole as if it were a battering ram
at the huge doors of some medieval castle. Then she eased the
blood-swollen head inside, reveling in the delicious sensations
which were reducing her to nothing more than a quivering mass of
lewd flesh.
"Fuck me, Mack!" she pleaded. "Hurry! Hurry! Hurrrryyy!"
"Yes, I'll fuck you," Mack murmured, and he couldn't control
himself any longer. He levered forward with all the power in his
hips and pelvis, sending his huge lust-hardened cock tearing along
the warm, wet, yielding walls of her cunt like some terribly
destructive machine created to wreak havoc by a madman. He felt
like a doomsday machine! The fleshy head slammed against her
cervix, and his loins ground against her jutting asscheeks, and
his balls bounced resoundingly against her wet pubic mound below.
"Aaahhhggg! Oh, God, gosh, Mack! You're so big!" Laura
grunted as he withdrew slightly and levered forward again.
The fourteen year old boy's hands came around to cup and
knead her tits, his breath hot and ragged on the back of her neck.
He couldn't control himself now. There weren't going to be any
preliminaries, any slow and easy build-up. He was just going to
fuck her, fuck her as if they were two rutting beasts, fuck her
the way he wanted to fuck, the way he knew instinctively that she
wanted to fuck! He began to saw into her, back and forth,
withdrawing his long lust-hardened shaft almost all the way out
and then fucking forward again to bring groans of tormented
pleasure bubbling from Laura's young inexperienced lips.
"Do you like it?" he hissed. "Do you like my hard cock in
your belly like this?"
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes, I love it inside of me, Mack! It's so
big, so good in my belly!"
"You know I'm going to fill you up with my cum, Laura!" he
moaned, fucking faster and faster into her wet, butter-soft cuntal
hole. "I'm going to fill you up like a bottle is filled with
cream!"
"Yes! Fill me like that, Mack! I'll like that. I'll love
it! Fill me with cum!"
It felt so good inside of her, she thought in her punch-
fogged, passion-addled brain. The forbidden, illicit prick
violating her body felt so good, so wonderful. She decided that
if she was a lewdy, so be it. The next time her mother spoke of
there being two kinds of women, ladies and lewdies, she would
really have a laugh, Laura would. Well, she wanted to be a lewdy
now. It felt so fantastically good. She had been a lady long
enough ... well, a tomboy lady, anyway! She could see Pete's
freckled face. She watched how he was twisting and jerking. He
was going to cum any second now, she guessed. So was she herself!
So was Mack!
Laura watched Janie's mouth work harder and faster on Pete's
lewdly bloated cock in the swirling water of the brook, work with
incredible speed until her dark head seemed to be a blur of
motion. Pete was levered up almost out of the water now, driving
his loins into the pretty face, thrusting her flailing head down
on his blood-hardened too] to bend it from side to side with her
insatiable lips and tongue. Her hand kneaded and caressed his
balls, urging him on to climax, and suddenly Laura Cutter saw Pete
DePow's mouth fly open as he fucked upward maniacally. A
strangled scream that must have been heard for miles, it seemed,
tore from his throat!
"I'm cuumminng!" he howled, and Janie pulled her head back so
that only the dark head of his blood-engorged cock was between her
churning her mouth and lips crazily as the first molten jet of his
hot creamy cum burst into her mouth from his overflowing scrotum.
Janie's cheeks hollowed and bloated, hollowed and bloated as she
milked his erupting cock, swallowing voraciously to keep from
choking as he flooded his wan-n white sperm deep into her mouth.
Laura watched Pete's cum dribbling out around Janie's wildly
sucking mouth, rolling down over her wet and bubbled chin to
commingle with the gushing waters of the little brook, and the
sight of such salacious perversion triggered her own climax. She
buffeted back against Mack's thick still-fucking cock like some
barnyard beast, her hips churning against his loins, reveling in
the lewd slapping sounds of his balls smacking down against her
pussy and the wet sucking noises of his hotly pulsating cock as it
fucked into her convulsing young cunt. Her entire being was
filled with her beginning orgasm, and her wildly exalting body
trembled and vibrated at the onslaught of the dark young athlete's
invading lewd shaft.
"Mack! Oh, Mack! Mack!" she wailed mindlessly. "Mack, I'm
going ... going ... I'm going to cum! Oh, Mack, I'm there! I'm
there! I'm oooohhhhh!"
"I am ... too ... cuummingg," he groaned behind her, unable
to control the spinning heat in his balls. With one final almost
sadistic lunge, he came in time to her cumming, spewing forth a
great, burning surge of churning white semen far, far up into her
wildly quivering womb. He was moaning in orgiastic rapture,
filling her belly with his sperm, inundating her with it. Laura's
young avid pussy flowered open around Mack's wildly spasming cock,
and her juices exploded to mingle with his deep inside her still-
contracting belly.
Well, she couldn't compare him with Pete, but she could
certainly compare him with Fido and safely say that she had never
known an orgasm like this in her life! At least, not so far!
It was just as if she had been transported out of her own
body, transported to some far-reaching galaxy on soft, gentle
clouds. She knew nothing but incomparable rapture for long
soulless, mindless minutes, floating, her mind drifting and
expanding as if with an injection of some hallucinogenic drug as
Mack Toohey's lusty cock gave one final jerking spurt of cum and
then began to rapidly deflate, draining in her cunt as it went
limp. Finally it slipped from her sperm-flooded passage with a
soft, obscene popping sound, trailing sticky strands of cobwebby
semen from her saturated cuntal slit.
Laura slumped forward onto her knees on the ground and
emitted a long blissful sigh of satiation as she saw Janie
collapse across Pete in the water and kiss him passionately on the
mouth with his cum still painting the twelve year old dark-haired
beauty's lips and chin. Laura was almost comatose in the
aftermath of her tremendous orgasm, and she only vaguely felt
Mack's strong arms lift her up from the ground and, scooping up
their clothing in a few fast movements, guide her back to their
picnic area. There was a question on her mind, but she didn't
have the energy to ask it and would have been embarrassed to do so
anyway. What she wondered was whose girl was she now.
"Well, that was as good as hitting a home run, wasn't it?"
Mack asked as they were dressing.
Home run? After that, was baseball still the only thing on
his mind? Laura was sure that Pete DePow would never make such an
absurd simile! She said nothing while she finished dressing but
she decided that if she had any say in whose girl she was, it
wasn't going to be Mack Toohey. He could have his old baseball
... and his hockey, as well, for that matter.
Chapter 5
When Janie and Pete finally returned to the picnic area,
Laura busied herself with putting lunch out for everyone and
avoiding both eyes and conversation. When they sat down to eat
the generous sandwiches that Pete had brought ... Laura had never
seen so much roast beef between two slices of bread ... the red-
haired Lothario started to tell them of his last summer. His
family had taken him out to the Finger Lakes in New York. He
bragged about the Muskie he caught that was nearly as tall as he
was when he held it up on the line. He had gone boating on Seneca
Lake and swimming in an Olympic pool.
"One that size, you mean," Janie corrected him, and Laura
wondered how she knew anything about it.
"Yeah, you could fit all the pools in this town inside it,"
Pete went cheerily on. Gosh, if Laura's mother had interrupted
Laura's father like that, he would have gone straight through the
roof and refused to speak to her the rest of the day! Laura was
impressed by the freckle-faced boy's good nature.
No one else had much to say about their vacations, which were
pretty humdrum in relation to Pete's. He told how he had seen
glass being blown through very long tubes and described how red
the liquid glass glowed when it was taken from the furnace by the
apprentice. Laura had watched little glass Disney figures made in
a department store, but what Pete had seen were the beautiful hand
blown, hand etched Stubenware pieces. Laura spoke up.
"I know what those are. My mother has a collection of
pictures. She collects the advertisements for those. Someday she
wants one," Laura ended lamely, suddenly aware of how poor that
made her parents look.
"My mother has some. I'll have to show you!" Pete said
enthusiastically, then went on to the surprise toward which he had
been building. He had actually gone to the Baseball Hall of Fame.
He had seen the first baseball diamond and had listened enthralled
to Babe Ruth's voice, which they had on a record there and which
one could hear by putting a dime in. He described the great
baseball players' uniforms and gloves and bats as though no one
had ever seen pictures of them ... But of course, it wasn't the
same just to see an old picture, Laura knew. Her heart had begun
to sink more and more, and a story that she supposed should have
filled her with excitement and joy only made her desolate.
Peter DePow was definitely out of her league! She was plain
envious of his trip. She didn't care about the old glass or
anything like that, but just imagine swimming with Peter in a pool
as big as he described! Goodness, it would take them all day to
get just from one end to the other, it seemed! She pictured
herself hiking with him all alone through Watkins Glen Gorge, into
the caves, over the rocks, his red hair aflame in the sunlight.
He said you could catch trout in Seneca Lake, too. She would like
that, especially with Peter. She wondered if you could try on
Babe Ruth's uniform, but of course not, she chastened herself.
Now she was getting silly. Suddenly she noticed that Peter was
looking at her rather steadfastly. They were eating Janie's cake,
and he was eating an orange that Laura had brought.
"You look like Hector Falls," he said suddenly when she
looked at him quizzically because of his staring. "I mean your
hair is falling so long and over your shoulders like that all in
waves because of the way you had it braided. Hector Falls is like
that, broadening waves of falling water."
It sounded as though he had meant to go on, but forgot what
he was going to say as he contemplated her. It was most
complimentary, and Laura could not help blushing. Well, maybe he
wasn't out of reach, at least temporarily.
After they had finished eating and were once more on the
punch, and after Pete seemed to have run out of stories, although
Laura rather doubted he had, Mack was restless and so was Janie.
Janie had never been a person who could sit still.
"Let's hike along the brook and see where it starts," she
suggested.
Peter did not answer at all. He was lying back, supported on
his elbows, his eyes nearly closed, with a spear of grass hanging
from his mouth. He looked sleepy, but Laura knew that wasn't it
at all. He was looking at her, Laura Cutter, and right at the
moment she felt like a princess of some kind. The last thing on
her mind was getting up from here and going on any old walk! Mack
jumped up as though the walk was mandatory if Janie Farragut
wanted it.
"Let's go," he said. Neither Peter nor Laura stirred.
"Come on, Laura," Janie said, but Mack took her arm and
turned her in the upstream direction of the brook and started
walking her toward the sound of the water.
"Come on," he said. "You and I will go and leave these old
fuddy-duddies to sit around and be sleepy if they want."
Laura never looked up to see their expressions, whether Mack
seemed to understand that Laura and Pete wanted to be together or
whether Janie's face revealed any jealousy at the change in the
coupling. She only heard them walk away, sensed when they were
gone. Pete suddenly got up and came over to sit by her.
Wordlessly, though she meant to chide him for his infidelity in
some way, she pulled his head down and held it cradled against
her, feeling the soft moistness of his lips pressed against her
chest just above the top button of her blouse.
Oddly and perversely, in that moment, Laura began to remember
the lewd fucking she had been given by Mack Toohey. She began to
remember his fleshy, blood-enraged cock fucking in and out of her
defenseless cunt, his hands cupping and kneading her nakedly
quivering young tits, his hot breath blowing maddeningly into her
ear. She remembered how it felt with his lusty cock sliding in
and out along her cuntal passage harder and faster. She began to
remember her own cumming in tune with his, and how she had been
floating, wonderfully floating in the throes of a climax like she
had never known, that was totally unlike any other experience she
had ever known!
And now, with these lewd memories flooding over her, she
didn't even notice that Pete was undressing her. She moved,
humped, bent to help him as he removed each article of her
clothing as though she were some kind of automaton in which he had
merely to turn a key for her to obey. She never noticed how
exposed to the air she was though her nipples began to harden on
her young beginning mounds of tits, and down between her legs her
cunt mouth moistened with her softly seeping feminine juices. She
could feel her loins tingling. She was aware that he pulled away
briefly, but soon he was in her lap again as though he had never
left, this time cradled in her warm nakedness. She began once
more to stroke his red hair as though she had never stopped,
stroking it gently, positioning his face so that it was pressed
into the hollow between her developing tits. Her breath became
ragged and pulsating as the obscene images from earlier darted
back and forth in her mind.
What a strange and wonderful thing was sex. She was becoming
aroused again, she thought in surprise. She was becoming aroused
with the need for sex, for release, even though she had just had
that very satisfaction an hour ago at Mack's lewd bidding. She
really was a lewdy all right. She seemed to have no control over
herself whatever. First she ought to straighten out this business
of jumping around from partner to partner. She couldn't let Pete
have her with no explanation at all about why he had taken Janie
the way he had. Yes, she would put a stop to this right now.
But she was only deluding herself, for her whole body was
beginning to seethe with passion once again, her brain unable to
remain with any rational considerations, instead dwelling on the
prurient sensations of her flesh and pushing away all other
thoughts, pushing away any need for justice or explanation as
easily as it had pushed away all other self-controls. She spread
her legs far apart, opening her cuntal orifice erotically wide,
and in a voice that was strange and muffled in her own ears, heard
her talking about those things once again.
"Pete, oh Peter, I want you!"
There was a moment of silence before he answered.
"What do you want?"
"I want you! Pete, I want you to make love to me. I want to
feel you inside of me hard and deep. Now! Right now!" Gosh, she
was beginning to sound bossy to herself, bossy as Janie.
He raised his head staring down with those marvelous gray-
green eyes. He grinned.
"I'm still not sure I heard you right."
"Oh, yes you are!" she said petulantly, a new kind of energy
flooding her, the energy of the lewdy, she thought with surprise.
Yes there was a definite change in her blood. "I want you to fuck
me!" she demanded. "I want you to fuck me right here and now in
this woods under these trees. I want you to fuck me, Pete! Of
course, if you don't want to ..."
Pete DePow's cock leapt into involuntary erection in his
trousers at the obscene words and Laura felt the material. He
still had his trousers on! She had thought he had got undressed
when he left her, but she looked down and saw that he had merely
poured some more punch. She started to pull away, hurt somehow.
Why had he undressed her and not himself? Was he just
embarrassing her? Now she remembered his getting sucked off by
Janie and it seemed suddenly more important than it had.
"Maybe you'd rather have Janie," she said pointedly, freezing
under his touch.
"Janie? God, no, Laura. I'd much rather have you!"
"Sure," she spat. "I'll bet you got undressed for her
without being asked!"
First he grabbed her and kissed her with all the strength
that he had, forcing his tongue into her mouth until finally she
accepted it and began to melt into softness once more, then he let
go. He jumped to his feet and began to pull of his clothes in a
great hurry, wanting to be naked before the softness wore off. He
certainly knew how to handle a woman! Actually, he was so
incensed with passion as his brain dwelled on this beautiful young
blonde's words, that all his instincts arose to help him, like a
giant army under the command of the most demanding general of all:
Fucking!
When Pete was completely naked, he felt like a superman, his
blood-engorged cock swaying menacingly like a cobra with its thick
mushrooming head and ridged expanse, he lay down on the grass
beside the lovely little Laura and gathered her into his arms.
Her hands immediately searched out the bloated sac of his sperm-
filled balls, lovingly caressing the swollen softness. Then her
hand closed around the base of his shaft and began to rub it
lightly as her lips pressed hotly to the side of his neck as if
trying to fuse with his skin.
Pete's hand moved down between their tightly clasped bodies
to fondle the moist, hair-fuzzed furrow between the gorgeous
girl's velvet-soft thighs, little groans of rising pleasure
escaping his lips. This foreplay was driving him to the brink of
explosion, and the heat in his balls was so intense he thought he
might come right then and there. He wanted to fuck her! He
wanted to fuck her right now, this second. He couldn't wait to
shove his long, throbbing lewd cock deep up into her soft, nearly-
virginal, anyway, belly. Of course, all Pete was sure about was
the dog!
"Laura!" he groaned, wanting to use the words with her that a
boy likes to use with a girl, "Laura, take my cock and put it in
your pussy! Do it now baby! I want you now, baby!" He forgot
that she had used the word, fuck, and he was praying she wouldn't
mind the use of obscenity.
"You want to fuck me!" she asked. "You want to fuck my
cunt?"
Surprised, Pete could only nod. He would worry about how she
learned those words later.
Laura, too, was on fire though, thinking only of fulfillment
from the still burgeoning desire consuming her nakedly exposed
flesh. She raised herself quickly beside him, up onto all fours
on the ground. Then she dipped her fingers down between his
splayed legs, seizing his obscenely bobbing cock again and teasing
the hardened head maddeningly with her thumb, making Pete squirm
and groan with the intensity of her manipulation. After a moment,
she moved forward, raising one leg and sliding it across him so
that she was straddling his belly with her knees pressed to his
sides. The tight, elastic opening of her cuntal mouth was spread
invitingly wide above the quivering head of his blood-bloated cock
still held in her hand. Slowly, she guided the hot, fleshy
monster up to her desire-moistened cunt, teasing the glans along
the butter-soft slit with tantalizing slowness.
Pete groaned ecstatically, and she crooned, "Do you like me
to do that? Is that what you like, Pete?"
Christ, where had she been since yesterday? What had she
been learning in such a short time?
"Ooooohhhh, yeeesssss!" he bubbled ecstatically.
All of a sudden and without warning, Laura dropped downward
and impaled herself on his lust-burning shaft as if it was a knife
and she was committing some kind of cleansing hara-kiri which
would make her spirit free and pure again.
"Aaauuughh!" she groaned as the full length of her new
boyfriend's lust-engorged cock filled her devouring cunt, slamming
painfully against her cervix deep inside her quivering belly. She
sat hard against his bloated balls, feeling them bulging against
her asscheeks, and she began immediately to bob up and down,
leaning forward on her hands spread wide out on either side of
Pete's shoulders. Her brand new, blossoming titties shivered like
the belly of a belly-dancer, wildly back and forth and around with
her effort, the nipples occasionally dipped down with her to brush
against his chest. Her hungering cunt nibbled its way lewdly up
his cock to the very crest, fell back to sheath it completely and
then climbed to the tip once more. The sensitive muscles of her
warm wet cunt clasped the turgid rod of lewdly inflated flesh
tightly, squeezing it, releasing it, squeezing it again as if it
were a cow's teat and her tender but insistent pussy a strong
milker's hand.
"Oh, wow, baby! That's it! That's sure iiiittttt!" a
surprised Pete DePow screamed up at the lovely blond girl, taking
one tautly slaving asscheek in either hand and kneading them
almost savagely in his passion. "Fuck it, Laura, oh Laura! Oh
Laura, ride my aching hungry prick and make me cum like you did to
Fido!"
Laura's devouring cuntal hole was one throbbing mass of
exquisite joy, so great a joy that she strove as she had never
striven before in either baseball to get a home run or hockey to
get a goal to reach the pinnacle of the orgasm which was surging
through her in swirling waves. Dear God! Dear God! Dear God!
her brain cried like a great swinging chiming bell. It was all so
beautiful! It was all wonderful! Never had there been anything
as good as this! How could she have failed to even try anything
this good until now? How could she have played ball with all
these exquisite males all these years and been so blind in sexual
matters? the twelve year old wondered. She had been afraid of her
mother's categorizing, that was it. She had been afraid of being
a lewdy, probably, back in some deep recess of her mind. Because
to tell the truth, never having tried it before, how could she
have known what a miracle sex was, but she didn't understand all
that.
All she really understood was that she was blossoming into a
new womanhood now, realizing it for the first time. Her mother
had pointed it out to her with dull warnings and urgent requests
for her to begin to behave like a lady, but words often sounded
like the empty wind. Words often floated around, in one ear and
out the other, because they had no meaning. Only some kind of
experience can give meaning to words. And the experience that
Laura Cutter was having was not going to make a lady of her, she
decided, if to be a lady was to be like her mother. Oh, no!
Laura would prefer to be a lewdy! A lewdy, as far as she could
tell, had a wealth of desires and passions and thrilling moments
that ladies never knew or even suspected were there! Laura liked
feeling so alive!
Pete's strong fingers were now digging wildly into the soft
firm flesh of her ass, manipulating the perspiration-soaked slick
mounds. The hard fingers slipped into the softly sensitive
crevice between them, spreading them wide to expose the tiny,
puckered ring of her naked asshole. He could feel with his
fingertips the outward pulling of her cuntal lips as she drew
sensuously upward on his hardened lewd shaft, the inward
contracting of her fluted pussy mouth when she drove down on his
blood-swollen member. The crazy feeling only further excited him,
and he teased his right index finger back up to probe at her
asshole, slipping the tip just inside and eliciting mewls of both
pleasure and pain from the twelve year old tomboy's nakedly
bobbing form above him. He was seized in that moment with a
wicked urge to degrade this straddling beauty and fuck his finger
deep, deep into her rectum, and he cried out to her.
"I want to shove my finger in your asshole, Laura, baby! I
want to fuck my finger all the way up your beautiful sweet
asshole."
"Yeeesssss!" Laura heard herself answer, further excited by
the salaciousness of the idea of her virginal asshole being
penetrated by Pete DePow's freckled finger. "Yes, Pete, put it up
my asshole! Fuck it up there now!"
Almost brutally, Pete excitedly fucked his finger hard up
into the spongy orifice to the first knuckle, spreading the fleshy
circle wide to accept his unnatural probing.
"Aauuugghh!" Laura screamed. "Goollleee, it hurts! It
hurts! But don't stop it. Please, don't stop!" However, then as
her rectal hole became accustomed to the forbidden invader, the
writhing little blond felt a pleasure even more acute than the
pain she had just experienced. Loving it, wanting it, she drove
backward and down on Pete's rotating finger, skewering it into her
rectum to the second knuckle, all the way to the palm of his hand.
At the same time, she heaved and clasped her warm, moist cuntal
sheath down on his upward-jerking cock as she endeavored to draw
all of it into her lust-incensed belly.
"Aaaaiiiee!" she wailed. "Uuuuggghh, oh, God! Pete, I love
it! I love having your cock in my cunt and your finger in my
asshole at the same time! I love it! I love it! I love it!"
Oh, yes, she thought through the kaleidoscopically spinning
lights of her approaching climax. I love it, and I love you,
Peter DePow! I don't hate you for what you did with Janie because
I never would have let you go this far with me if I had not seen
that and gone farther than you know with Mack Toohey! I even
forgive you for siccing the dog on me! Well, Fido hadn't been so
bad. In fact, she had rather enjoyed the dog, now that she
recalled. She only wished she hadn't been a virgin for the
experience. She undoubtedly would have enjoyed it more! Oh yes,
she was going to like the obscene degrading life of a lewdy. She
would have to hide her new interests from her parents, of course,
but she would go on pretending to be a baseball and hockey nut,
that's all. The only trouble was that her father expected her to
be his source for scores and play-by-play descriptions of certain
games that he wasn't able to see because of work. Still, maybe as
things began to get more normal, she would regain enough of her
interest in sports to be able to remember what she had to do in
order to keep up the pretense.
"Harder!" she suddenly screamed out to Pete beneath her
insanely undulating body, tossing her head from side to side in
wild abandon and swirling her long blond hair like some
ritualistic dancer about her face. "Fuck me harder, Pete,
darling, fuck me harder with your great bloated cock and your
strong fucking finger! Make me cum at the same time you cum!"
The obscene words spewing unbelievably from the lips of this
young virgin-of-only-yesterday caused Pete to lever up off the
ground, drubbing his cock even deeper into her hungrily welcoming
belly, worming his finger around madly in her rectum. She thrust
down and back, down and back in a lewd rocking rhythm, ramming the
swollen head of his blood-bludgeoning cock hard against her
cervix, imbedding his finger to its fullest length in the soft
moist darkness of her asshole. The exquisite unison of the two
invading members and her own frenzied and abandoned jerkings were
completely attuned now, perfectly in time. She reveled in the
lascivious gushing sounds his cock and his finger made as they
withdrew and then jerked back into her yielding cunt and rectum.
They increased her lust so that the spiraling crescendo of her
orgasm climbed higher, higher and finally reached the peak. And
she was there!
She was cumming, cumming for the first time like a real grown
woman, she was sure! She was cumming like she had not with Fido
or Mack at all but far more deeply and completely than ever
before. Oh, God, she was really cumming with her own Pete DePow's
cock buried deep and rock-hard inside of her. At least, she hoped
he was going to be her own!
"Oooaaahhh! Don't stop! Don't stop! I'm sure cuumminng!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Pete chanted as he felt his
own orgasm hit, the hot torrents of his thick white semen searing
like molten lava up along his lewdly bloated cock from the
sanctuary of his balls.
Glowing flames of his obscenely jetting semen washed against
her cervix and filled her cunt with heat as intense as any blaze,
then overflowed back out of her clasping, twitching cavern to
cascade down around Pete's madly erupting shaft like some
impossibly lewd waterfall to pool on his belly, drenching their
just beginning pubic hairs with sticky connecting strands of milky
white liquid. And Laura's cum, too, was added to the lustful
flood as she floated away once more into that strange, ecstatic
galaxy of mindless delight, floated even farther away than was
imaginable, to the mind-boggling reaches of the universe, like a
ball that sprouts its own wings after it's hit and keeps on going
out of the park to be lost in space. Astride Peter DePow, whose
flushed skin was getting suspiciously redder, she jerked and
bucked and twisted, riding his spurting cock and his twisting
finger, riding them like they were the finest of stallions and she
an expert bronco buster. She half expected to hear the cheers go
up from the crowd!
Finally, she returned to sanity as Pete withdrew his now-
deflated shaft and his finger simultaneously, the two escaping
hardnesses of her lover making equally soft wet swishing sounds at
her cunt and her rectum. She collapsed across him, still half-
insane with satiated rapture, and she nuzzled her head into the
hollow of his throat, feeling their commingled juices coagulating
between their tightly pressed stomachs as if it was some
irremovable glue binding them forever together.
A long time later, Pete tried to whisper softly and not alarm
her to spoil the effect of what they had done. He stroked her
tangled, sweat-dampened hair.
"That was really great, Laura! Oh, that was just the
greatest, but ... but ..."
Laura whipped her head up from him. "But? What was wrong?"
But he didn't have to answer because she could see immediately. A
burn had taken him, and it looked severe. His skin was beet red
and looking redder all the time.
"Your weight on me kind of hurts now," he sputtered.
"That's what you get," she admonished, but she was smiling to
herself. She was pleased with herself. "That's what you get for
fucking out in the brook under the sunlight with no protection.
It's lucky your ass was under water or you wouldn't be able to
wear pants."
"Hhhmmmmm," he murmured, contemplating the possibility. "I
might like that. I could live in the tree house if you'd feed
me."
She looked him over from a standing position now. He would
be utterly untouchable for some time, she decided.
"Who'd feed me!" she wanted to know.
"Fido?" he asked with mock despair.
Chapter 6
When they finally got back to Pete's house, as stiffened as
he was, he wanted to make a mess of spaghetti and have them all
stay and eat with him. His parents would not be home for two
days, he explained, and the cook would just love a vacation from
having to cook dinner for him. It was not very difficult for
Laura to get permission from her mother to eat at the DePow's
house, and probably Janie's mother would let her eat anywhere.
Mack had no trouble winning permission because he frequently ate
there. And so they had a spaghetti party downstairs in the family
room.
They had no sooner finished eating when Pete asked them if
they wanted to see a movie. Mack, apparently, knew to what his
pal referred.
"Let's play cards, Pete," he said. "You're in no condition
to watch any movie tonight."
"Sure I am! What are you talking about?" he asked, trying to
keep a straight face without any luck.
"You're nuts," Mack laughed as his friend set up the
projector. Mack went to the wall and pulled down a screen.
"It's just that I'm going to need help, you see," Pete
muttered, giggling all the while. The two boys were finding
something very funny.
"You girls better sit over there," Mack ordered. "I'll run
the projector and Pete has to be kept on ice."
The girls were mystified. Laura could understand, though,
that a dark room was a temptation that her new boyfriend couldn't
afford with the painful sunburn he now had. Even holding hands in
the dark, something that was bound to lead to other things, would
be mean to him. Suddenly, Pete got up and left the room. He came
back leading Fido.
"Should you let the dog in the house?" asked Laura.
"It's okay to let him in down here," Pete said, still
grinning mischievously. He and Mack passed a look, and Mack
responded with an amused shake of his head. Then he flicked out
the lights and began the film.
The film was in color and the room it showed was more
luxurious than anything Laura had ever seen. She wondered at
first if it was a home movie of something upstairs in this very
house. But then a sweet-faced little girl of about their own age
appeared. The camera came down over the draperies to light on
her, spread naked and exposed on a lovely large bed with a bright
lavender and pink flowered spread, her long legs spread wide to
reveal the pinkly glistening folds of her cunt, that had more
chestnut brown hairs than either Laura or Janie yet had. Her
tits, though, were small and taut, with tiny nipples ruby and
succulent-looking on petal-like aureoles, which further added to
an aura of innocence and purity about her that even her lewdly
exposed position could not deny. Her pubic mound was covered with
her thin, softly curling chestnut hair that matched her long
chestnut tresses. She was simply lying on the bed in that splayed
position, her eyes tightly shut, and her head to one side as if
she were peacefully sleeping. There was a soft, beautiful smile
on her soft-looking red lips.
Suddenly the camera left the child on the bed and, pulling
back, revealed the fact that she was in a cage with gold
glistening bars that reached from the floor around the bed to the
ceiling. Perhaps she was supposed to be Sleeping Beauty, thought
Laura, who, despite the girl's nakedness, still was unsuspicious
of the film.
And then the scene changed to an old set of creaking stairs
with cobwebs stretching from one side to the other like flying
buttresses. Coming up the stairs was a dark figure, and as the
camera zoomed in, and the figure turned, it proved to be a witch
with a hooked nose and bushy eyebrows, just the way you would
expect a witch to look.
But then, amazingly, the witch reached the top of the stairs,
pushed open a door there, and entered upon the luxurious room with
the naked little girl in it. Oh, no, Hansel and Gretel, Laura
corrected herself. Of course, it could be Snow White! Just then,
before Laura could do any more speculating, the witch shook out of
her enveloping robe. It seemed to melt down to the floor and she,
too, was naked, with large, proudly upthrust tits and a bushy
triangle of gray pubic hair that seemed to cover the entire area
up between her thighs. Her lips were spread in a wide lascivious
grin as she looked over her hooked nose at the sleeping lovely
girl on the bed, and one of her hands began to move slowly up and
down her side while the other passed lightly, tantalizingly, over
the side of her full, high-set titties. For a witch, thought
Laura, she sure had a gorgeous body. Laura had always thought of
witches as something akin to scarecrows.
After a moment, the witch turned and looked back at something
in the hallway outside the bedroom. Momentarily, she made a
motion with the hand which had been stroking her hip and there was
a wand in it. With a wave of the wand, a huge, black furry form
materialized, sitting on the floor at her feet, just inside the
bedroom. God, it looked like a panther! Laura had never been to
the zoo. There was none in her town, but she recognized the
muscular and dangerous cat from pictures. The witch stared at it
a moment, scratching that hooked nose and waved the wand again.
The big cat transformed into a huge German shepherd, as black as
the cat, but even more ferocious looking. Now the witch seemed to
chuckle. She was satisfied with herself. Apparently the cat had
been a mistake. The dog's long red tongue lolled wetly out of the
side of its fanged jaws like a red tie hanging out of a black
suitcase. It stared up at the gray-haired witch almost
anticipatorily, its thick bushy tail wagging to and fro with
excitement.
Now, on the flickering screen, the witch and the huge dog
were walking across the bedroom to the teenager on the bed. As
they approached, the girl's eyes flashed open to stare first at
the woman, then at the dog, in what was obviously mounting horror.
She tried to slide away to the far end of the bed, but there was
obviously nowhere to go because of the bars. Her lips were parted
in fear, but the witch, opening a gate, caught the girl's arm and
held her, pulling her down into a prone, spread-eagled position.
Laura felt Janie cuddle against her, in fearful reaction, she
supposed although by accident, one of Janie's hands brushed
against Laura's budding tit, and then she felt Janie's nipple on
her arm. Also, Janie's hand came to rest against the outer swell
of the blonde's curvaceous thigh. It didn't feel so bad, thought
Laura, and focused her attention back on the screen.
The gray-haired witch began to speak to the child then,
gesticulating and motioning with her hands, and after a moment the
teenager nodded convulsively. The witch lay down on the bed,
spraying her slender legs wide and smiling salaciously as her
yawning hair-lined cuntal mouth, with its glistening wet, petal-
like lips was exposed to the camera.
The young girl licked her innocent and tender lips, still
with the fear on her face, and then gave a quick shudder as if a
chill had passed through her. Then she moved down on the bed,
moving on all fours in between the witch's widely spread legs.
She looked back over her shoulder once to see the big shepherd
guarding the open gate to her cage, and then she leaned forward to
dart her head between the opened legs and bury it against the
witch's flaming cuntal slit. The gray-haired ogre arched her
hips, drawing her knees up almost to her tits, flowering wider the
huge lust-inflamed cavern as the girl's young tongue snaked out to
flick inside the burning circle, lick up along the moistened
furrow to locate the quivering, blood-red clit. The child took
the miniature phallus between her teeth and began to nibble it,
her actions somewhat looser now, her obscene mouthings of the
witch's pussy becoming a little more frenzied, her fingers digging
harder into the milk-white thighs of the woman she was suckling.
The horrible witch flailed her head from side to side in
ecstatic rapture, totally committed with mind and body to the
lascivious nibblings down between her legs. She wrapped her hands
in the child's hair and urged her on, her legs jerking
spasmodically into the air above her. Neither she, nor the
teenage girl nestled between her legs seemed to notice when the
giant German shepherd leaped up onto the bed and began to edge
forward to tentatively sniff the obscenely waving, yet still
completely virginal asscheeks of the little girl.
Laura was breathing raggedly now, intensely aroused by the
lewd performance she was witnessing on the screen, by the eagerly
awaited entrance of the dog for its role in the silent sexual game
being enacted on the dancing movie screen before her eyes. She
sat immobile, moistening her lips again and again, her mind a
blank, and when Janie's hand moved up all the way along her thigh
to dip up against the moist, silk-encased slit between her legs,
she first opened her thighs so the fingers could get under her
shorts and then imprisoned them there.
Laura understood and knew there was going to be no holding
back. Desire had risen in her in great swirls of reason-drenching
heat. The twelve year old had learned that feeling and knew there
was no denying it. It had happened to her ... how many times ...
in the past maybe thirty six hours? Let's see, she had touched
herself with her own fingers once, and before that there had been
Pete's attempt to fuck her. Fido had succeeded. Mack had taken
her from behind. Pete she had straddled and ridden herself. God,
yes! She was a lewdy and might as well go all the way!
She should be abhorred by the thought of doing anything with
another girl, but she wasn't. There was no stopping it.
Delicious waves of passion flowed through her like warm honey, and
she squirmed down against the cushions of the couch on which they
sat, squeezing her suddenly insatiable pussy tight against Janie's
hand. Her other hand moved up to caress one of Janie's taut young
tits, kneading the spongy mound, bringing the nipple into turgid
erection beneath her garments.
Janie began whispering softly in her old friend's ear, lewd
words that caused Laura to squirm harder and harder on the couch.
Then Janie was insinuating her finger under the tight elastic leg
band of Laura's panties, into the waiting wet folds of her cunt,
teasing along the sensitive inner walls. Instinctively, Laura
reached out a hand to return the manipulation, eyes fastened to
the lewd picture on the screen, thinking only of the passion which
was coursing through her body at that moment, realizing with a dim
part of her mind that at last she was free from all inhibitions,
free from her mother's syndrome of guilt and shame, totally
abandoned to the delicious rewards of lewdyism. And she was
supremely happy!
On the screen, the young chestnut-haired girl was still
wildly licking and sucking the witch's cunt, her tongue lapping
insanely at the passion-drenched furrow in which her head was
flailing up and down. The woman's legs were now clasped tightly
around the girl's neck, locked together at the calves, and her
asscheeks were raised up toward the ceiling as if they were some
salacious offering to the spirits of her want. But now, the furry
German shepherd was taking an active role, and the camera zoomed
in very close as the animal's tongue flicked out once, twice to
lick the quivering moons of the young teenager's milk-white
asscheeks. Then the dog rooted its cold nose into the crevice
between the girl's invitingly rounded asscheeks, and the sudden
contact caused the girl to momentarily discontinue her mad
lickings. But the witch's hands wrapped in the girl's chestnut
curls forced the teenager downward to her task once again, and she
resumed her lewd sucking of the moist blood-inflamed loins between
the gray-haired witch's jackknifed thighs.
This time the dog's wet tongue furled out to lick the soft-
petaled edges of the child's tender and innocent young pussy,
licking upward the full expanse of her cuntal split from her
clitoris to her asshole, then back again, and then up again. The
girl was trembling almost mindlessly now at the incredible contact
of the animal's hot wet tongue on her naked genitals, and her head
raced like a wild thing in the 'V' of the older woman's thighs
while she tossed and flailed her ass and ground her pelvis into
the child's secretion-drenched face.
Laura was in a fever pitch of excitement. Oh, God, how she
needed release, and there was no sense going to her sunburned
boyfriend now! She wanted to be fucked more at that moment than
she had ever wanted it! What she wanted was Fido's hard animal-
cock flicking into her again, and most of all, she wanted to cum
with him cumming inside her, cum while Janie was there, too.
Maybe the boys wouldn't notice, but they wouldn't care. She had
already learned that.
She emitted a soft strangled gasp and turned to Janie,
breathing hot fire into her ear. "Janie," she gasped. "Janie,
I'm going to show you something that will put this movie to shame!
Do you hear me? I'm going to put Fido's big hard cock inside my
pussy!"
"In front of the boys?" Janie asked, incredulous. God, Laura
sure had changed! "Will you lick me while Fido grinds his big
animal cock into your devouring pussy, Laura?" she couldn't help
asking.
"Go on and beg me," Laura hissed.
"Oh pleeaasse!" the impassioned freckle-nosed Janie Farragut
pleaded.
Then, in perfectly attuned agreement, both Laura and Janie
began to shed their clothes stealthily in the flickering light
from the screen. Neither of the boys turned around, so absorbed
were they in what was going on there. Then both of the live girls
right in the room kneeled beside Fido, each with a hand stroking
the now eagerly sniffing dog, each with the other hand exploring
her friend's newly blossoming curves. Hands gently kneaded and
squeezed, fingers fondled naked titties and bellies and asscheeks,
and simultaneously, Fido found one soft white hand encircling his
unsheathed rod of flesh while another lovingly cupped his massive
hairy balls.
And on the continuing film before the eyes of the passion-
stimulated trio, the huge German shepherd had mounted the teenage
girl from behind while she continued to wildly mouth the witch's
cuntal passage and moist red slit. The animal's long scarlet cock
stood out from its furry loins like some obscene sentinel, and its
hind paws danced crazily on the circular bed in lewd time to its
forepaws caressing the child's sides and flanks.
The little girl's ass was rotating dervishly in anticipation
of what was about to happen, licking and sucking the widespread
cunt of the old witch. The girl suddenly reached behind her and
grasped the dog's slick member firmly between her fingers. Then
she guided it toward her own nakedly exposed loins, spreading her
knees out wide on the bed to open her own pussy. She placed the
hot slippery animal cock at the entrance to her innocent hole, so
defenseless and virginal before the eye of the camera, aiming the
great blood-engorged member and then inserting its blood-swollen
tip inside her churning cuntal opening.
The great black beast didn't hesitate a fraction of a second.
Once he felt his cock touch the soft warm folds of the young
girl's tender cunt, he slammed forward to savagely drive his
immense cudgel deep, deep up into her moist pink cunt. The dog's
huge, sperm-bloated balls bounced against her passion-drenched
pubic hair as the animal bucked and thrust into the young
chestnut-haired beauty's pussy with machine-gun rapidity. Its
tongue hung out of the side of his opened, puffing jaws, its
forepaws circling her midsection now. The girl's small, tight
young tits seemed to be alive with swirling motion as they danced
against the bed beneath, and her face seemed to be flashing with
incredible sucking and licking movements in the hot, desire-
flushed slit in which it was buried.
Janie and Laura, driven to new heights of mindless lust by
the lewd, debauched activities in the witch's castle and by the
hard, throbbing animal cock and scrotum twitching in their hands,
collapsed in a heap of swirling, churning lust upon the family
room rug. Fido was upon them in a flash, licking and nuzzling
between their wantonly splayed loins as the film played out its
conclusion for the boys.
The witch's mystery shepherd jerked and bucked into the
teenager's defenseless cunt with its long hot lubricated animal-
cock, heaving faster and faster as it approached its climax. The
girl's torso was whipping crazily from side to side, and the gray-
haired witch's head rolled like a broken puppet's on the bed as
the child's obscene sucking of her cunt increased to an
unbelievable tempo. The girl rammed her ass back against the
pile-driving animal with renewed frenzy, faster and faster and
harder and harder.
Suddenly her orgasm took hold of her.
The camera panned in close to fully capture the abandoned
ecstasy which was contorting almost grotesquely her lovely,
fragile young face as the child licked the other woman's
glistening cunt with long precise strokes like a cat lapping
cream. The woman jerked upward with a convulsive thrust suddenly,
and she too was cumming, flailing her head madly, scissoring her
legs up tight around the climaxing girl's neck in a strangling
human necklace.
The dog was the last to cum. A furry blur until its climax
hit, it pounded its long red cock deep into the teenager's
spasming pussy. Hot, spewing animal sperm shot out of the
slippery scarlet prick to fill the girl's belly, fill it to
overflowing so that some of the milk-white liquid flowed back out
of her tender young cunt and down onto the bed to mingle with the
lust-fired secretions still pouring from the witch's widely
splayed cunt, to be sniffed and licked at by the great beast after
it had withdrawn its deflating cock from the child's pussy, and
the girl had fallen forward over the witch, whose cunt she had
just sucked.
Neither girls nor dog noticed when the lights went back on in
the family room, but the scene before their eyes took both Pete
and Mack by surprise. While their powerful German shepherd mascot
humped staccato-like between the waving, upturned asscheeks of the
blond, the little brunette was writhing unashamedly beneath the
obscene tongue-fucking of her girl friend.
Mack Toohey wasted little time in joining the game. As he
rapidly stripped off his clothes, his eyes leered and, coupled
with the sounds of lewd wet smacking and slurping, his prick,
already hardened by the activities on the screen, came to a rigid,
blood-pounding attention. Before he was completely undressed, a
welcome cry of ecstatic pleasure burst upon his ears.
"Ooooohhhh Goooddddd! Laura! I'mmmmm cuminnggg! Shit!
Harder! Bite it! That's it! Ooohhh, shiiitttt!"
With haste, Mack Toohey crossed the short distance to his
pleasurably shrieking girl, knelt, and peered with delight at the
slaving lips and tongue of young Laura, whom he felt he had
maneuvered along the path to lust-filled freedom in the early
hours of that very morning in the woods.
The touch of another hand should have been startling to
Laura, but in her mindless search for release, in her writhing,
ass-pumping quest for fulfillment from the huge dog fucking into
her from behind, the newly freed woman only welcomed yet another
player on this stage of blissful sensation. And Laura Cutter knew
now that she was indeed a woman! When Mack began slowly stroking
his blood-swollen rod of hardened male flesh, which had already
brought her own soul-rending climax, she should have felt shamed
and degraded, but she didn't. Her mother had completely lost!
She was no lady!
When Mack Toohey gently took the place of Janie Farragut,
positioning himself before her very eyes with his rigid, thick-
veined cock throbbing threateningly at the portals of her saliva
and cum-smeared lips, she should have been terrified, for she had
never before tasted the swollen hardness of a male prick in her
mouth! But she wasn't! And when that dully gleaming shaft passed
between her full red lips, invading the confines of her virginal
mouth, she should have screamed with terror, but she didn't.
The sensation of that hot, fleshy member passing between her
tightly ovalled lips, sliding smoothly up over her tongue and
filling completely the moist warm cavern of her mouth until it
threatened to lodge firmly and chokingly in her very throat, was
the purest of ecstasies. In that moment, all that had gone on
before, every nuance of pleasure, even the deliciousness of the
animal-cock burrowing incessantly into the core of her belly,
could not match the bolt of electrifying passion that surged with
muscle-twitching reality throughout her entire body. Nothing,
absolutely nothing, had ever given her so much pleasure. But that
was only the beginning.
In a matter of moments, man and beast coordinated their
thrusts, quick jolting blows that hammered together, completely
stuffing mouth and cunt, skewering unmercifully into throat and
cervix and setting up a jarring vibration that seemed to the
ravished young girl as if they were crashing in mortal thudding
combat somewhere between her quivering titties and convulsing
belly. And as the tempo of rhythmically pounding cocks burrowed
ever deeper, ever harder into Laura's unnaturally stretched
orifices, her mind began to drift, to float away into another
plane. There she had been nearly ready to climax under the
ravaging attack of the dog alone, the newly freed preteen now
found herself, under the dual pummeling, spiraling upward through
a swirl of sensual pleasure that should never end, must never end.
So lost was she in the rapturous pursuit of never-ending
sensuality, that she scarcely felt Janie begin kneading and
squeezing her swaying white tits in ever increasing and painful
pressure. Indeed, so lost were they all in their mind-blown
pursuits, that none was aware of Pete's decision that he could not
be held back by a measly old sunburn!
The lust-inciting scene of seductive white bodies squirming
nakedly against one another, satin-smooth feminine flesh yielding
to erotically squirming flesh, was more than he, in his violent
agitation from the movie, could restrain.
God Almighty, it was insane to even try to reason what had
happened with all the roaring furnace of lust bubbling in his
balls! The huge German shepherd violently fucking into Laura's
luscious pink cunt and Mack Toohey's cock driving into her mouth
made his own cock ache with lewd desire!
Now as Pete watched, Laura began mewling with the wild,
wonderful sensation of her two lovers' beautiful, lust-hardened
cocks, as both of them prepared to spill their hot, liquid fire
into either end of her body. In passion-filled joy, the young
girl ground her widespread young ass back hard against Fido's
furry loins, feeling the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the
smooth crevice between their excitedly bucking bodies. She sensed
tiny streams of perspiration dribbling down the backs of her
smooth inner thighs, while the mounting pressure in her desire-
inflamed loins warned of the climactic moment that was finally so
near at hand!
Damn it, Pete thought, she looked like an animal herself with
her lips locked tightly around the length of Mack's raging big
cock, increasing her unbelievably hungry little sucking motions
until he thought his balls would turn inside out! Great swirls of
unbearable heat were massing in their secret depths as he watched
his girl's passion-infused face pulling hungrily on his friend's
blood-engorged cock. His painful sunburn was long forgotten!
And on the rug of the family room, Mack Toohey too, thought
his sperm-bloated balls would soon burst. He felt the muscles of
his stomach tighten and he arched forward, pushing his throbbing
hardness up even farther into the searing heat of her greedily
sucking lips! He gaped at the pink ridges pulling out from her
mouth, clinging voraciously to it as she pumped her head up and
down and undulated her smooth white hips back at the humping
shepherd in a wild uncontrolled frenzy!
"Oh, shit, no!" Strangled noises forced their way up into
Mack's throat! "Oh, Christ, Laura. Suck it hard! I'm
cuumiinng!"
Laura heard his cry at the very moment it burst, his
desperately jerking cock gushing forth hot, steaming jets of
pungent male cum, flooding her mouth and throat with its delicious
liquid heat! Her cheeks bloated and contracted as she swallowed
in greedy thick gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the
spasming cock so as not to lose a single drop! On and on, his
wonderful balls continued to pump milky-white sperm into her
mouth, while his hands clutched at her head, pulling her face
harder down onto his convulsively softening prick.
The ecstasy of it was even greater than Laura had imagined!
She thrust her nakedly grinding asscheeks back harder at her
panting animal-lover, wanting the full benefit of his expanding
cock-flesh raging in and out of her wildly flaming cunt! Every
muscle of her body strained to feel the erotic release of rapture
that would soon explode deep down in her screaming loins and
belly! She continued to gulp and suck wildly at Mack's erupting
rod of lust-bloated flesh as her hard-clenching cunt opened and
closed like an angered fist in its mad rush to milk Fido's hotly
fucking animal-cock.
"Oh, God, fuck me, you magnificent darling!" she cried.
"Fuck me like you've never fucked before!"
The huge shepherd whimpered in eager response as he fucked
far up into her from behind in the only depth of expression his
basic instincts knew. The soft wet warmth of her human cunt was
greedily clenching at his aching dog-cock, as if she were his own
bitch mate, and his great heart pounded lovingly in his chest for
her. He was completely unaware of his master, Pete, watching
rather jealously from a few feet away.
Fucking bitch! She really liked a dog, he thought. He
watched Laura hump demonically back at the dog. All the
rationalization in the world he might summon would never eliminate
his memory that Fido had her first, too! Now there was this
obscene picture of this forbidden embrace etched in his fuming
brain but so was his own vengeful lust mounting. He would teach
that female slut a lesson she would never forget, he decided.
Abruptly, Laura raised her lips from Mack's now flaccid prick
to whimper out a guttural, animal-like groan from deep in her
throat. Her glazed eyes grew round and unseeing.
"Ooooohhhh, you darling dog! I can't stand it, Fido! Do it
to me harder! Please do it to me, lover!"
Fido responded with a forward thrust and a growl, his massive
hardness beginning to spew its heated animal sperm deep up into
her wildly constricting young belly with long hard spurts.
Again, Laura cried out weirdly, her crazily jerking ass
beginning to contract in insane rhythm to the violent eruption
exploding hotly in her soft white belly and loins. She threw her
head from side to side as her tightly clenching cuntal mouth
continued to clasp and milk at her animal-lover's slowly deflating
cock. Thin rivulets of the dog's sticky, white fluids ran hotly
down the smooth white columns of her inner thighs. She was almost
there ... almost!
Suddenly then, Fido pulled his now softened prick from her
wildly writhing ass.
"Oh, Fido! Please! Come back! Come back!" she cried with
mindless arousal.
But he didn't, and as seconds passed, Laura realized that he
wouldn't. Oh, what would she do? She couldn't hold back the
tears flooding into her eyes. What had he done to her? Oh, God,
I have to have a cock! Wildly, she crawled after Fido, feeling
the heat of his animal sperm still puddling deep in her unsatiated
belly.
To this unrestrained exhibition, Pete pulled lustfully at his
clothes, feeling almost drunk without benefit of a drink in the
bitter sexual arousal that had overwhelmed him.
Then Laura saw him. Gasping, she watched her new lover drop
his shorts and a choking sound burst from deep within her throat.
"Oh, good! Good! Pete!" she called happily, gurgling with
delight.
"Yeah, it's Pete," he mockingly repeated, standing naked with
hands on his hips, his long, thickly rigid cock cleaving the air
like a length of cement-hardened hose! "Thought I'd join the
party, if Fido doesn't mind!"
"Oh, Pete ..." she started to say, both surprised and
perturbed.
"Oh, shut up and turn over!" he suddenly ordered. "I'll be
the first somewhere," he mumbled incoherently. "Get on your knees
with your ass high in the air, Laura, right now!"
Laura wasn't sure what was happening. She knew only that she
was still terribly frustrated from Fido. "What are you going to
do?" she asked him.
"Just turn over and do as I ask," he told her. It was a
little painful for him to move or bend, but he couldn't stop now.
Laura wondered at his attitude and then recalled his sunburn.
Well, it was his own fault, stimulating everyone with a film when
he himself was out of commission like that! It was his own fault!
Obediently, she assumed the instructed position, somewhat
ashamed now because of his apparent anger. She remembered this
position as the one Mack had used with her in the woods, and she
spread her knees and opened herself before all of them.
"Now then, Laura, I'm going to fuck your asshole, sodomize
you to seal and forevermore enjoin our going steady! How's that?
It's also the only way I can think of to get at you where you're
still a virgin!"
Janie had sat up at Pete's request, and Mack had sat behind
her, holding her inside his arms while she clung to his flaccid
prick.
Good God, Janie thought. He was really going to do it! He
was going to fuck her ass! Oh, God, she thought, imagining how
that would feel, a long thick lust-hardened cock burning its way
right up her rectum! Dear God in heaven! She couldn't help the
lascivious sensations the mere thought caused her!
Almost transfixed, she watched, as Pete dropped to his knees,
clutching at his massively throbbing member, while Laura knelt in
abject submission with her asscheeks thrust upward only about a
foot away from him.
"I'm not going to do it until you tell me to, baby!" Pete
said suddenly. "You're doing this, okay? You want me or you
don't! You want to give yourself to me all the way out or not!
So decide!"
Janie held her breath. Her belly and loins were like a
sensual beehive. She'd never get enough, and she could tell by
the expression in Laura's eyes that she felt the same.
Laura's cunt felt as if it were bubbling like a pit of lava,
as if nothing in this world could possibly fulfill its need, but
to be sodomized! Then, almost mystically, she heard herself say:
"All right! Please, Pete, do it! Fuck me there in my ass!
I want to go steady with you more than anything else in this
world, even more than playing ball or hockey or ... or anything!
Fuck me with your cock in my ass right now!"
Pete felt a surge of new blood racing toward the hotly
throbbing head of his extended blood-engorged shaft. He half-
grinned at Mack, who was watching closely as he kneed himself up
between her widely spread thighs and open asscheeks. They could
all see her moist cunt, but it was the small puckered dark opening
between her whitely rounded asscheeks that held their attention.
They gasped in excited anticipation as he positioned himself
behind her, and then gently he dipped his finger between the hair-
fuzzed lips of her cum-drenched cunt, watching her hips and
asscheeks jerk from the erotic intrusion.
Pete smeared the viscid moisture up and over the crinkled,
tight little hole of her rectum as they all gaped licentiously.
He did it several times, before suddenly grasping and dipping the
head of his pulsing cock between her swollen cuntal lips, and then
he nuzzled it tightly up against her stretched asshole.
Laura heard him give a frightening little half-laugh, a
salacious sound that struck terror into her fearfully quivering
belly. Trying to fight down the rising tide of panic, she
clenched her hands into fists and closing her eyes tightly, she
thought to herself. I really want him! I really want him! I
really don't care about playing ball! Yes, Laura had changed!
Then, without hesitating another second, he thrust forward,
and she felt an agonizing pop and stretching at her rectal hole.
Her breath choked in her throat as a vicious spasm of pain ripped
through her.
"Aarrgghhh!" she screamed, trying to get free of the wickedly
torturous cock reaming into her defenseless back hole. "Pete,
wait! You're killing me!"
Oh, God! What had she let herself in for? She had thought
all along that she could take him, but she had sorely misjudged
the size and capacity of her rectum! He was going to split her
wide open back there, she now realized, her rounded white
asscheeks beginning to thrash insanely, and then she heard her new
boyfriend laugh again and felt his strong hands gouging into her
tender flesh. He was holding her viselike, and her every
attempted move only served to drive his huge bloated rod of solid
male flesh deeper and deeper up into her cringing back hole.
"Push back! Shove that sweet ass back onto it!" Pete
commanded, grasping at her tensed, upper thighs and straining his
narrow hips forward obscenely. "It's too late to run now, baby!
You've made your choice so grin and bear it!" He knew that in a
way he was being unfair because of the pain of his sunburn, but he
couldn't help it!
"Oh, oh, God!" Laura choked, unable to restrain the tears of
agony nor the guttural moans of shame that were abruptly sweeping
over her. Yet it was more than a debasing humiliation of the
perverse ass-fucking he was subjecting her to before the others,
it was a renewed questioning of her own self-image. Maybe there
was something to being a lady after all.
He's ripped me open back there! Oooohhhhh, it's tearing my
rectum apart! Oooohhhhh. But I don't care! I don't care! she
cried at herself almost angrily. I want him! I want him! I do
want to be a lewdy! I dooooo.
Laura hunched back, determined, as Pete thrust forward, and
she felt the excruciating torment of his thickly throbbing shaft
surging into her, pushing the rubbery, persistent flesh before it
until at last, with one final ass-flattening lunge, he ground it
all the way up inside the warm, constricting depths of her
salaciously stretched rectum!
At last! At last! Her brain reeled in her strange
masochistic torment, then she felt his strong pelvis smack solidly
into the softness between her obscenely upturned asscheeks, his
balls swinging down hard against the open lips of her pussy below.
She was impaled to the hilt, and she was afraid to breathe with
the unbelievable racking pressure that felt as if her thighs were
splitting apart.
And watching this lewd tableau, Janie Farragut clung to Mack
Toohey's now rock-hard prick with one small, gripping hand as she
sat within the circle of his arms and viewed with lust-inflamed
eyes the lurid spectacle of Pete's heavy cock moving in and out
the lasciviously stretched little hole between his new girl
friend's asscheeks. Sensations of desire raced through her loins
and she could not resist slipping her other hand down between her
fevered cunt lips to gently stroke the tiny swollen bud of her
clitoris while she gaped at the magnificent sodomy.
God, she had never in her life imagined that it was possible
to have it that way! Yet, Laura's masochistically building
pleasure was contagious, and suddenly she turned to Mack.
"I want it that way, too, Mack! In the ass! Please, hurry!"
the little dark-haired twelve year old hissed, scurrying quickly
up onto her knees up on the couch and thrusting her lusty white
asscheeks back at him. "Hurry Mack lover, before I go out of my
mind!" she gasped, twisting her head to look back at him
passionately. "Fuck it! It's yours, my virgin asshole!"
Mack Toohey needed no prodding. His own libidinous mind had
been peaked carnally by Pete's sodomizing of Laura, and his
throbbing shaft felt as if it would shatter into bits if he didn't
get it off damned soon! His own girl knelt before him then, and
he saw her dark tanned fingers appear between the pink-petaled
lips of her cunt to smear her viscous cuntal secretions back up
over her tiny puckered pink asshole. Then, she moved slowly
backward, reaching out hungrily for his cock.
He gasped as she took it in her hand and not only placed its
turgid head, but while pressing her ass back toward it, wedged the
pulsating head inside the raised little circle of nether flesh,
grinding and undulating her hips in a desperate effort to worm it
deep inside her from behind.
Mack could not hold back. He shoved his hips up, clutching
at her waist and pulling her down onto his lap at the same time,
driving his thick cock deep up into the sucking hot channel of her
rectum. She grunted a low, throaty groan that wracked her whole
soft body, and she tried to rise again, but he held her
commandingly.
"Oh, oh, my dear God," Janie wailed with the sudden agonizing
shock. It was much more painful than she had been prepared for.
"Ooooohhhh, what happened? Did it go in? Ooooohhhh, stop!
Stop!"
But Mack was not about to stop. His brain had become an
inferno of lust, and the feel of her warm velvety rectal flesh
wrapped hotly around the base of his lust-thickened cock was
maddening. He crushed her soft asscheeks back tightly against his
loins and reaching around and down between her thighs to her
pussy, felt the viscous moisture from the pulled open lips of her
cunt. His eyes locked on his own hardened rod disappearing
entirely up into the tight, widely stretched oval of her asshole,
and it drove him crazy with lust. He grunted, drawing it out
slightly, watching with bated breath the tender ridges of pink
anal flesh pulling out with it, then being absorbed inward again
with his forward thrust. His breath came faster and suddenly he
was sawing rhythmically in and out of her rectum with no thought
of anything but the release of his own lustfully seething sperm!
And on the floor in front of Mack and Janie, in the same
obscene position, Laura still felt torn and horribly expanded from
the unnatural invasion of Pete's massive lewd cock buried deep in
her rectum. Yet, at the same time, she realized that she was
strangely beginning to enjoy a strange sensation of atonement, or
some similar feeling. She felt she had to go through the pain,
the punishment if she insisted upon becoming a lewdy. She didn't
mind. She was sure that in the long run it would be more than
worth it! She might never get to be on a ball team now, but she
sure enough had a team!
Laura saw then, for the first time, Janie's widely splayed
legs and Mack's thick cock disappearing up into her rectum. That
sight alone was enough to send wild fermentations racing through
her, and suddenly she was caught up in the lascivious salacity of
it all. At first, it had been a matter of enduring the pain, but
now the agony had reached a startling new stage. Galvanic tingles
of excitement were rippling through her cock-splayed loins, and
... and the masochistic pleasure in bending before her new
boyfriend like some kind of slave-whore overwhelming! There were
still traces of pain as his massive blood-swollen cock raced deep
up into her asshole, but there was obscene pleasure, too, a
combination of both pain and pleasure, and then, suddenly, she
could feel Pete's fingers playing in her cunt, tweaking her
clitoris in rapturous delight! Oh, oh! She was going to cum this
way! She was! Thank God! Oh, Pete, she thought, I love you! I
love you! I love you! How she loved all the people in the room!
How she loved the whole club, whoever they were! How she loved
the whole team! Yes, and she loved Fido, too!
"Oh, lover, Pete! Fuck my ass!" she gasped. "Fuck it hard,
Pete!"
Mack Toohey had reached his tripping point and Janie Farragut
was groaning meaningfully. He doubted if he could last another
full minute. In his lust-crazed drive, he had lost all sense of
reason for a time, clutching savagely at her hips and thundering
into his little dark-haired girl's widely stretched rectum with
demonic fury. Then, he'd felt something happen to her. She
turned and he saw her teeth clenched and bared in ecstatic
delight, her tongue flicking out in time to the ravaging strokes
he was fucking deep into her. Her beautiful dark hair flowed out
in a cloud over her heaving shoulders, flailing wildly as with a
violent self-sodomizing thrust she would grunt and toss her head
to the other side.
Then he gasped and watched in lewd rapture, realizing now why
she was writhing in ecstatic delight. Fido had moved in between
Janie's widely spread legs! He heard the beast whimper eagerly
and saw him lash out with his tongue, ravenously lapping over the
entire area of her nakedly exposed cuntal crack! Wildly, then,
Janie began to moan as again and again, the huge hound repeated
the lust-peaking act, his lewdly probing tongue knifing savagely
through her soft, sensitive flesh, spreading her open until she
began to twitch and jerk in uncontrollable fury.
"Oh, oooohhhhh!" Janie chanted. "Oh, my God!" she wailed.
"I ... I'm cummiinng! Oh, Mack, I'm cummiinng!"
That was all the young dark-haired athlete needed. Her
magnificent climax was causing her nether hole to tighten and
relax like a desperately clutching fist around his pulsating cock!
This was all too much, he thought. This was too damn fucking
much!
"Oooohhhhh! Aauuugghh!" Janie Farragut cried out once more
as it began all over again for her. Her senses blurred to all
around her in the enchanting, rushing release. Then, dazedly, she
heard Mack mouth a foul obscenity and felt him thrust into her so
hard she was certain his cock would touch her throat. She sensed
his strong loins jerk convulsively against the widespread flatness
of her asscheeks, and then a great surge of swirling hot sperm
flooded deep up into her ravaged rectum, filling her quaking belly
almost to the bursting point! Still, Fido licked at her pulsating
cuntal lips! Then, once again, she was cumming!
"Oooohhhhh!" she screamed, then collapsed in a dead faint!
On the floor, Pete watched Mack pump his load into Janie
Farragut's quivering asscheeks, and he saw the dog lapping at her
devouringly hungry cunt, and then heard her cry of rapture. He
felt the sweat streaming from his brow onto his cheeks while he
fucked his heavy blood-swollen cock into the widely stretched
opening between Laura Cutter's pumping asscheeks. Staring down at
the lasciviously grasping little hole, he pulled the young
blonde's asscheeks apart with his fingers, so that he could see
the ridges of pink flesh that pulled out and clung to his lust-
thickened cock when he extracted it, could see them disappearing
again when he rammed it forward. He did it several times with
fury, feeling his sperm-bloated balls slapping into the split of
her pink cunt with the force of his thrust, his fingertips
reaching between her swollen pussy-lips to continually tease her
wildly throbbing clitoris.
He wanted so much for her to cum with him, but he couldn't
last much longer! His balls were ready to spill with all the
enchanting love-juice they possessed. Her warmly sucking asshole
was extracting the very marrow from his loins. He levered up
behind her and thrust his cock deep, tearing the soft, white
asscheeks apart and letting them flatten back against his pelvis
and thighs by her own will while he fucked into her fiercely!
"Ooohhhhh! Oooohhhhh, lover!" the perspiring young baseball
aspirant moaned, quite oblivious to any game at this moment but
this! "Now! Now, Peter! I'm going to ... yeeesssss ... it's ...
it's ... oooohhhhh, I'm cummiinng!"
Pete's eyes rolled wildly in his head as he shot his powerful
load deep into her wanting rectum and his beautiful young twelve
year old girlfriend continued to convulse and scream in wanton
bliss.
Man, he thought hazily, this was going to be some ball club
after all! What beautiful, magnificent love they would all
remember! They had all cum so beautifully! Then, he too
collapsed.
* * *
Four months had passed since that wild, orgiastic night at
Peter DePow's home. Of course, there was no hiding from Laura's
mother that she had made friends with Peter DePow. It was all
over town. She patiently explained that they were in a club that
was practicing baseball to make up a mixed team. She swore there
was nothing personal involved. And if she ever wanted to wear a
dress for Peter, she had to smuggle it out of the house while
wearing her jeans and a baseball cap as a cover-up.
This afternoon, she was climbing the rope ladder to the tree
house. Pete was just finishing some homework, and he, too, was
dressed in faded jeans and an old sweatshirt. They were somewhat
sad, all of them, because the cold weather would be coming on and
it would be difficult finding excuses to spend time together in
the frigid tree house.
Fido met her at the top of the ladder, head down and
sniffing, wondering in his doggie brain if there was going to be
anything in it for him today.
"Hi, honey," Pete said as he gathered her into his arms, his
fingers moving up and down over the firmly rounded mounds of her
asscheeks. "How was school today?"
Laura rubbed her pelvis suggestively against his strong
athletic loins, smiling contentedly as she felt his cock begin to
harden from her lewd movements.
"I didn't learn a thing," she admitted, "at least not
something useful like you teach!" She grinned at him.
"What's useful about fucking?" he asked her, pulling her
tighter against him. Then he forgot his question and began to
kiss her, opening her lips with his tongue and fucking it inside
her warm sweet mouth. It was exactly what he needed after the
examinations he had been through this morning.
Laura giggled into his mouth and tried to pull away, but he
wouldn't let her and pulled her still tighter against his chest.
That's the way he always did things! He would ask her a question
and then not expect any answer but begin kissing her instead. She
was beginning to think that Pete DePow didn't think she had any
mind at all! Finally, with one mighty shove, she wiggled free of
him.
"What do you mean, what's useful about fucking?" she wanted
to know.
"Well, what is useful about it except for its being nice!" he
challenged.
She wanted to tell him that it was the best way to grow up in
the world. She wanted to tell him that it made her sleep and have
the pleasantest dreams she had ever had. She wanted to tell him
how happy it made her, wasn't that useful? She wanted to tell him
that it was certainly useful to feel as though you belong to
another human being.
But he didn't want to hear anything that serious. Besides,
Laura suspected he already knew those things anyway.
"Well," she said, thinking as fast as she could. "it always
leaves me so exultant and so perspiring that when I walk in the
door at night my parents always ask me if I hit a home run."
"Two of them, I sometimes say!"
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