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
