'Hmmmmnnnn!' Janie hummed as she washed his cock again and again with the warm water she was holding in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, up and down on his shaft. Pete was watching her slave on him, jerking his hips upward into her face and driving her head down with hard thrusts of his hands in her hair, and the sight was one so lewdly exciting that he began to chant to her between bared teeth.
'Janie baby, suck it! Suck it! Suck it!'
Janie Farragut's tongue, with a nerve-tingling lap on the outstroke, was like a separate entity, a mad thing, as she sucked him. Her mouth worked hungrily, greedily, trying to recall everything she had ever seen in the bathroom at home, her concentration full and complete on the task she was performing, swirling the water in her mouth around and around his lust-swollen cock without losing a droplet of it after awhile, with practice, churning it more and more expertly in the cavern of her softly ovalled mouth. Her new tits quivered and her hair looked like a dark garment being drubbed up and down in wash water as her head pumped. The soft wet skin of her lips puckered outward and then back in again as she fucked her mouth the full length of his hotly pulsating cock.
Oh, man, it sure won't be long, he thought numbly, completely abandoned now to the orgasmic mouth- fucking he was receiving. It wouldn't be long before he came, before he filled her mouth and her throat and her belly with his cum. It wouldn't be long before he shot a creamy load like he had never shot before, before he had an orgasm that would put all other orgasms he had ever had to shame. It wouldn't be long at all, yet he sure could wish that it would be forever.
CHAPTER FOUR
'I didn't see them leave, did you?' Laura suddenly asked, pulling herself out of Mack's passionate embrace.
'Who cares?' was all he seemed able to mutter. He pulled her toward him again.
But Laura was feeling hungry and a little upset by the fact that Pete could so easily switch from her to Janie. It was not that she didn't like Mack or find his kissing very nice, but that she knew people who jumped around from mate to mate did not make very good reputations around school. Pete had started to make love to her yesterday, which by every rule she knew, was an expression of interest in her, Laura Cutter! Why was he now giving his attention to Janie Farragut? She didn't understand, and she was jealous.
'I'm hungry,' she said, pushing Mack away. 'Let's find out if they'll eat now.'
Mack Toohey sighed. With all the alcohol he had poured into her by way of the punch, she still had her defenses up. Laura Cutter was not an easy lay, as the saying went, nothing like Janie Farragut! In fact, if he knew Janie and Pete… Hey! Maybe that was the answer! There was no doubt that wherever Janie and Pete were, they were surely making love. What else did a guy do with Janie Farragut? And since that was unarguably true, their love-making might very well be the solution to his problem with Laura! If Laura could watch someone else, someone who really knew how to make love, wouldn't that inspire her to want some of the same? Now Mack was excited! Yes, he too wanted to find Pete and Janie.
'Are you hungry? Really?' he asked Laura. 'Gee, I seem to be hungry also. Funny, I hadn't noticed it before.' He rose to his feet and pulled her up by the hand. He watched her hair cascade down over her ass… 'Boy, it sure is long,' he murmured, without realizing that he was saying anything out loud.
'Have they been gone long?' she asked surprised. 'Did you see when they left? Which way did they go?'
'I… uh…' Mack looked around himself. Then he heard something. He heard what sounded like a moan. They were human sounds, at any rate, and they came from over the little hill, toward the brook. 'I believe they went this way,' he told her, reaching for her hand.
At the top of the little hill, almost through the trees, in sight of the brook, Laura froze in abject horror. Involuntarily, a small cry burst from her throat but was lost like a bird song in the woods. She felt as though someone had kicked her in the stomach. She couldn't seem to find her breath, and she stood stock still, gasping, her eyes bulging wide with sheer disbelief.
What she saw was a rite as old as time itself being performed like a tribal bath in a primitive spring. It was the perverted rite of fellatio, a disgusting practice which Laura had heard about at school amidst obscene tittering and blushes. She had heard women did this sort of thing for money but that a woman had to be pretty degenerate to do it for pleasure. It was something pimps got their whores to do for them, maybe, but not something a decent man expected of any decent woman. She wondered who of Pete and Janie was to blame.
Janie was no prostitute. She couldn't be, and somehow Pete DePow was just too nice to be as evil as she had always thought a man must be, one who allowed such things to be done to him. Yet there had to be some explanation. Janie Farragut was kneeling now in the rushing stream of water amidst the stones and a naked tree root, her head slaving up and down over Pete DePow's groin, her lips sliding around his huge, erect blood-swollen prick hungrily as if it were some obscene peppermint stick or licorice. His hands were wrapped in her dark hair, urging her on to even faster bobbings and lickings, and there was on his face a mask of pure and mindless lust. His lips were pulled back over his teeth; spittle was dribbling out onto his chin, and he had both his legs spread wide, one heel resting on the banking and the other on a stone on either side of the sucking dark-haired twelve year old kneeling between them.
Unable to help it, a strangled gasp escaped Laura's throat, a gasp of nightmarish rejection of the sickening picture burning the retinas of her eyes. She thought it was the sun in her eyes, but she was still standing in the shade of the trees. It was tears. She staggered backward, wanting to turn and flee, run, get out of there, blot such a terrible scene from her mind! For the first time, she realized that she had worn the shorts for Pete DePow, and this was the way she was repaid!
However, Mack caught hold of her, restraining her, preventing her from taking her gaze from the wildly jerking couple in the brook. He smiled with knowing satisfaction as he watched with admiration the way Janie's mouth and tongue were working around Pete's lust-hardened cock. Damn, but she could really give a blow job! His own cock leapt into instant arousal, watching her, and the feel of Laura Cutter's soft resilient flesh trembling under his hands sent little ripples of heat flashing through his groin.
'Pete's quite the lover, isn't he?' Mack said but with his eyes glued to Janie.
'Gollleeee!' Laura wailed in undisguised misery. 'How could he? How could he?' She leaned back against Mack almost without realizing it while her mind fought to accept the reality of what she was seeing, that the lover she had thought was hers… wasn't.
'Do you realize what's happening there, Laura?' Mack asked softly, his voice almost hypnotic. 'That's Pete and my girl friend, and they're making love, oral love, the best kind of love.'
'Yes! Oh, no!' The words tore from little Laura's throat in almost pleading tremolo, as if she was trying to convince herself that it couldn't be happening. Her brain seethed with tumbling, reeling thoughts and emotions.
Christ, what if she had told her mother she had a date with Pete DePow? The whole town would have had its collective eye on her. How embarrassed she would have been! Pete had to think of things like that. It wasn't fair! All Laura could hope for was that her mother didn't guess at the reason for her dress and shorts today if she had seen them. Ever her mother's wild guesses were apt to circulate through the town. She had seen that happen.
And what about this so-called wonderful Pete? He certainly wasn't very faithful! Here he was, the very next day, lying with another girl's mouth on his blood-bloated prick, letting her kiss him there, obviously enjoying it, the way his face was twisted like some beast in beat, letting Janie do that to him while the girl he had first made love to… but had she been first? Well, Mack said that Janie was supposed to be his girl! What a sick, foul, perverted, disgusting thing to happen, right before Laura's and Mack's eyes.
And speaking of Mack, he was holding her very tightly now, and she suddenly became aware of a prodding against her asscheeks and the pounding of his heart. She shuddered, trying to turn. Did Mack have an erection watching this? Gosh all fishhooks, was he aroused? How could anyone, any decent person, get aroused from watching something like this?
As if sensing her thoughts, Mack Toohey moved his pelvis against her ass lightly, and in her ear, he whispered in the same mesmeric tone as before, 'It's really exciting to watch, though, don't you think so? I kind of like watching Janie make love to someone else. It arouses your passions, doesn't it? It makes you want to make
