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From knestle@interaccess.com Thu May 01 19:33:28 1997


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LAURA'S BALL CLUB


Chapter 1a

   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!

-- 
If you love something, set it free
     If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it

From knestle@interaccess.com Thu May 01 19:33:55 1997

AA 040

Chapter 01b

   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.

-- 
If you love something, set it free
     If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it

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   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!

-- 
If you love something, set it free
     If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it

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Chapter 02b

   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.

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     If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it

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   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.

-- 
If you love something, set it free
     If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it

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   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.

-- 
If you love something, set it free
     If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it

From knestle@interaccess.com Sat May 10 07:31:37 1997


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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?

-- 
If you love something, set it free
     If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it

From knestle@interaccess.com Sat May 10 07:32:44 1997


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Chapter 4b

   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.

-- 
If you love something, set it free
     If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it

From knestle@interaccess.com Sat May 10 07:33:20 1997


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Chapter 5a

   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.

-- 
If you love something, set it free
     If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it

From knestle@interaccess.com Sat May 10 07:34:09 1997


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Chapter 5b

   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.

-- 
If you love something, set it free
     If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it

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Chapter 6a

   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.

-- 
If you love something, set it free
     If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it

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Chapter 6c

   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.

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   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!"


The End

-- 
If you love something, set it free
     If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it

