Then, like a striking copperhead, her dark head darted down and her lips came in contact with the head of his swollen cock, parting to take the lust-inflated head between them. At the same time, she released the water which she had been holding inside her mouth, and it cascaded strangely down like warm flowing water over the length of his throbbing shaft until the coolness of the brook quickly dissipated its heat.
A cry of wanton delight came from the very core of Pete's being, and his hands came out of the brook involuntarily to tangle themselves in the dark wet tresses of Janie's head. He levered up as he did so, driving more of his excitedly throbbing prick into the warm, incredibly soft cavern of her mouth. The back of his head felt the dangerous heat of the sun. He would surely get a burn, but how could he care? It was a small enough price to pay for this!
He could look down now to see half of his thick blood-burgeoning prick disappear into her ovalled red lips, see her lust-contorted features as she allowed the shaft of hard pulsating lewd flesh to remain in her mouth without moving her lips on it, without touching it with her tongue. Pete's testicles were boiling cauldrons of semen now, and he knew it wouldn't be long before it would come spewing out of his hardened pole like a flow of hot molten lava. Just like an island erupting in the sea, he thought.
"Suck me!" he now commanded bravely down to the top of her head.
He even tried to push her head down on his cock with his hands wrapped in her now soaking wet dark hair, but she resisted, tickling his balls maddeningly with her fingers. She pulled out of his grip to smile teasingly up at him.
"Do you like my mouth wrapped around your cock, Peter?" she asked unnecessarily.
"Yes! Of course! Suck me, Janie, for Christ's sake!"
Once more her head dipped and her tongue came out wetly then to lick circles of liquid fire around and around the head, flicking into the glans eye, lapping up the excited pre-ejaculate seeped from there. His hands tightened painfully in her hair, and he endeavored to bury his rigidly erect, blood-swollen prick inside her incredible mouth again. But still she resisted, licking and washing the head of his cock tantalizingly with her saliva, twirling her tongue faster and faster around the blood-inflated head.
Once again she drew back, leaving his wildly jerking rod of lewdly swollen flesh and lowered her head to the water another time. Again, her mouth filled with the brook water, she waited until she had warmed it in her mouth and then again bobbed her head down over his excited prick before taking the head between her lips carefully. She began to suck him slowly, rhythmically, trying to keep the warm water in her mouth, and to a certain extent was able to do it.
"Aaaahhhhh!" Pete moaned in rapturous passion as the combined sensations of Janie's soft lips and tongue and the added warm moisture that she was gurgling around his cock made him almost insane with desire. Never had he imagined anything to be this good! He wondered how long it would be before he would ever find anything this good again!
"Hmmmmnnnn!" Janie hummed as she washed his cock again and again with the warm water she was holding in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, up and down on his shaft. Pete was watching her slave on him, jerking his hips upward into her face and driving her head down with hard thrusts of his hands in her hair, and the sight was one so lewdly exciting that he began to chant to her between bared teeth.
"Janie baby, suck it! Suck it! Suck it!"
Janie Farragut's tongue, with a nerve-tingling lap on the outstroke, was like a separate entity, a mad thing, as she sucked him. Her mouth worked hungrily, greedily, trying to recall everything she had ever seen in the bathroom at home, her concentration full and complete on the task she was performing, swirling the water in her mouth around and around his lust-swollen cock without losing a droplet of it after awhile, with practice, churning it more and more expertly in the cavern of her softly ovalled mouth. Her new tits quivered and her hair looked like a dark garment being drubbed up and down in wash water as her head pumped. The soft wet skin of her lips puckered outward and then back in again as she fucked her mouth the full length of his hotly pulsating cock.
Oh, man, it sure won't be long, he thought numbly, completely abandoned now to the orgasmic mouth-fucking he was receiving. It wouldn't be long before he came, before he filled her mouth and her throat and her belly with his cum. It wouldn't be long before he shot a creamy load like he had never shot before, before he had an orgasm that would put all other orgasms he had ever had to shame. It wouldn't be long at all, yet he sure could wish that it would be forever.
CHAPTER 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.