'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!
