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.