Gently with his palm he began to stroke her naked, just blossoming tits, rolling his hands over her newly forming mounds before bringing them up to massage the hardened nipples. Taking the taut pink buds between thumb and forefinger, he tweaked them into a quivering rigidity. Laura moaned with increasing fervor as Pete's caresses wrung soft cries of delight from her throat. Little shivers of arousal began to course through her, and she had felt a warm wetness up between her legs seeping from her excitedly throbbing cunt. She was sure glad she had heard the girls talk about that or it would have frightened her to death!
Laura felt no panic at all even when Pete's red head dipped down and his wetly heated lips encircled one of her erect little nipples, tongue swirling wetly round and round the goose-bumped aureole. Even though this was the first time in her life she had ever bared any part of her so private to a boy, never mind been kissed by a boy right there on a nipple, the thought never entered her mind right away that there was anything she should do to stop this marvelous experience, that what she was doing might lead to uncontrollable passion. The young blond twelve year old was still awed by the idea that no less than Peter DePow was apparently crazy about her, and she felt safe, felt warm and somewhat drowsy from what he was doing, and very excited as his gently sucking mouth moved like a hungry child's on her soft, young tits.
All of a sudden, though, one of Pete's hands left her quivering titty and moved down to stroke her thighs just below her shorts. His fingers hungrily traversed the silky soft skin of her inner thighs, then moved upward, sliding the hem of the shorts still higher until the tips of his searching fingers were resting on her warmly moistened cuntal mound right on the white cotton of her panties. Only then did Laura feel the first stirrings of panic, for Pete had groaned and clamped his lips hard around her rigid nipple while his other hand squeezed and kneaded the resilient flesh of her naked young titty. The squirming young blond felt confused, uncertain. She wanted to be rid of his moist warm mouth on her tit, his lusting, nerve-wracking touch on her nakedly exposed flesh, and yet she didn't want to be free of it either. For a moment she was undecided, and that was time enough for Pete to unbutton and unzip her shorts so that he could begin caressing the smooth flat plane of her then exposed belly.
His fingers had slipped inside the elastic waistband of her panties almost before Laura realized what was happening, and suddenly he was tugging the flimsy material down, down over her pubic area, sliding her panties from under her nakedly quivering ass. Needless to say, the shorts went easily. The moist heat of his palm pressed against her down-covered pussy mound, and rippling waves of erotic pleasure threatened to blank the young girl's mind completely of the consequences of his actions. Gently, he insinuated his outstretched middle finger into the soft warm virginal slit up between her thighs, parting her moistly sensitive cunt lips and probing at the thin hymeneal membrane which gave mute testimony to her naivete, had he any question in that regard. Meanwhile, he was using his thumb to tweak the sensitive nub of her clitoris, teasing over it again and again and causing a sharp cry of commingled fear and intense pleasure to bubble out of her throat. Her fingers in his red curls tightened, pulling his head down harder against her young titties even as her voice was repudiating her actions by moaning, "No, no, no, no!" over and over again.
Then an unmistakable whispering sound filled the tree house at that moment, the sound of a zipper being pulled hurriedly down as Pete's hand left her tit momentarily. Her blue eyes fluttered open in alarm and, in the shaded light of the little house, she saw for the first time an erect male organ quivering lewdly in all its blood-engorged awesome passion. Abruptly, the fear routed her lust so that there was no longer a struggle going on inside her. The sight of his menacing blood-filled cock decided matters for the terrified pig-tailed little girl. She had to stop him, stop him right away!
"No, Pete!" she cried, trying to twist away from him. "What kind of club is this, anyhow? We can't do something like this. We're not married… or anything like that!"
"Please, Laura, please!" he mumbled, his voice thick with the lust that was reflected in his gray-green eyes. His hand was stroking the full length of what looked to her like his monstrous lust-thick prick. She could see that, and her efforts to free herself became more panicky. The aroused young athlete was too strong for her, with all her prowess with a baseball bat. And before she could escape, she had been forced back down on the pillows. It was then that Laura felt the smooth hot head of his lust-thickened prick touch her thigh, and she jumped from the electric contact of pulsating granite hard flesh against her fevered skin. Groaning in uncontrolled passion, Pete DePow began forcing her not tightly closed legs apart, and the frantically squirming little girl could feel his greatly lust-swollen, pulsating cock trembling like an impossibly large wedge being driven into and splitting a tinder-dry log as he fucked it repeatedly against her partially opened thighs.
Pete then put both of his freckled hands on her nakedly quivering titties as if he were in the throes of some consuming pain. He squeezed them painfully before lowering his head and planting hot, moist kisses upon the new mounds, all the while murmuring like some madman about not being able to help himself and she was going to have to forgive him and all that shit.
"I'm… I'm going to cummmmmmmm!" he said finally, though, and Laura Cutter thought she would faint away.
She felt his hotly throbbing prick begin to jerk out of control against her soft white thighs, felt a hot jetting spurt splash against the innocent folds of her pussy, another, and another, a whole series of eruptions, that flooded her cuntal area and thighs with sticky semen that flowed down to pool on the pillow beneath her. Pete had been mewling and convulsively twitching above her, planting those hot, liquid kisses on her still quivering young tits as his seed emptied out of his wildly ejaculating cock onto her naked flesh while she tried to force him off of her.
When he was finally limp with his satisfaction, and Laura was able to get out from under his body, she never dressed so fast in her life. She was all sticky and wet, but she would have to hope that no one could see her. It shouldn't be too bad since her clothing had been out of the way. She only hoped that it wouldn't seep through things too much, because she sure as hell wasn't staying around here. Pete even had the nerve to ask her not to go at once but she paid no attention. Once having broken the spell, her fears returned and there was now no facade of politeness to keep her so she went. This was no road to a baseball team; that was clear.
Reaching home, she went straight to her room. Immediately, she stripped off the soiled clothing and took the hottest shower that she could stand. After soaping herself thoroughly and rubbing her self hard with the face cloth, she submitted her body to a harsh and brusque toweling that turned her skin to a hot pink and all but removed it! She threw herself onto the bed determined to think of baseball until she fell asleep, but she knew only too well that baseball would never be the same again. Every time she watched the pitcher getting ready to pitch, every time she herself went to pitch to the batter, if he was a boy, she would be wondering what he had on is mind. What a rotten shame! She turned onto her face for awhile, feeling that surely she ought to want to cry. But all she could see was gray-green eyes staring at her that way from every player on the ball field, from every hockey player on the ice.