Carole Wilson - Laura_s ball club

He noticed that although Janie had unbuckled his belt, she had left him to undress herself. His blood-swollen cock palpitated maddeningly as he watched the sultry little girl reach down and pull her tank top over her head. He saw her tits were beginning to form, just like Laura's. It was exciting to think that someday they would be big and full like his mother's. He felt as though he were in on the ground floor, a political expression that his father often used. Success was always a matter of getting in on the ground floor, his father said, meaning starting at the right place at the right time. If Pete could fuck every little girl in town, he reasoned, and keep them interested while they grew up, why, when the time came, he would have his pick. Wasn't that what his father meant?

Janie was unzipping her shorts now, shrugging out of them, letting them fall and puddle around her feet. Now all she wore was a pair of cotton panties that covered too much of what was turning into a beautiful ass, Pete's practiced eye noted. He watched her as her hands stroked her sides and again she moistened her lips provocatively, never taking her eyes from Pete's face.

"Did you learn that from your mother?" Pete asked, almost breathless.

"Everything," she whispered. "We have gigantic keyholes in my house." She lived in an old farmhouse.

Slowly now, her hands slid down to her hips, to the waistband of her panties. With that same tantalizing slowness, she drew the flimsy cotton triangle down, down over her scarcely showing pussy hair that was dark, what there was of it, and so contrasted startlingly with her white skin as did her white skin with her tan. Then the wet, petal-like lips of her hair-fuzzed cunt came into view. Pete sucked in his breath. His wildly burgeoning cock jumped, and he could feel seminal fluid ooze from the glans opening.

Janie finally stepped out of her panties and stood nakedly unashamed before him. Her legs were beginning to shape like Laura's were. They were thinning, looking longer and tapered. Her ass, though, was the masterpiece, Pete thought. It was satin smooth and enticingly dimpled. She stepped forward, still letting her pink tongue flick over her lips.

"Do… do you like me?" she asked in a teasing young voice. She cupped her titties as much as they would cup. "I guess they aren't very big yet, but I can't help that," she explained glumly.

"Oh, they're fine," he hastened to assure her. "I think they're great… for… for twelve years old!"

"And my cunt?" Her hands dipped lower, framing the little white satin pouch that looked as though it had been pencil-sketched on, the hairs were still so sparse. "It isn't very soft yet, I guess."

"Don't be silly," he chided her. "You have to expect to grow up, and since your skin is soft… well… you don't need hair!" he ended lamely.

Janie laughed with appreciation. "When are you going to take off your clothes?" she asked. "Get naked, Pete. Get naked so I can see your beautiful big freckled cock." She laughed as she called it freckled.

"I guess once and for all," he said, laughing himself, "I'd better show you just where my freckles are and are not."

"Mine are all on my nose, see?" she said, turning around to show him the smooth, tanned and white skin of her entire body.

"I see," he breathed. And he could see. Janie Farragut was going to have one hell of a beautiful body some day. All ready, her waist nipped in and her ass was firming. The dimples were adorable. As soon as her tits filled out, which wouldn't be long, she would be a good looking broad. His mind was now blank to all but the provocative little girl who stood naked before him, to all but the billowing heat of building cum that bloated his balls. Feverishly he tore at his clothes, throwing his shirt and belt to the ground, unzipping his trousers and letting them fall. He kicked off his tennis shoes without untying them, stepped out of his pants, pulled off his socks and then finally removed the last shred of a barrier between them, his shorts. At last, he, too, was naked. He forgot all about his tendency to sunburn. His long hard lust-swollen cock jutted out from his loins like a huge, quivering standard, the head an angry purplish red and sheened with his seminal fluid. Of course, it wasn't anywhere near the size of his father's yet, but his father would wink from time to time and say that it just needed practice! His balls hung swollen in their soft swaying sac below, swinging lightly as his chest heaved with excitement.

Janie thought, too, how he wasn't as big as her father, but that, she figured, was something to be grateful for. After all, Pete was no more than thirteen or fourteen. He still had a long way to grow! She wanted him to feel good.

"Wow," she exclaimed. "You sure have a beautiful cock, Pete," she told him. "Even if you don't have any freckles on it," she pouted in mock distress. "But I'll give it something better than freckles," she announced then, smiling again. "I'm going to lick it and suck it until I milk every last drop of cum from those gorgeous balls of yours!"

A small, tortured cry erupted from Pete's throat, and he lunged forward, gathering Janie Farragut in his arms, pressing his lust-rigid shaft against her belly. His hands roughly caressed her soft warm titties, kneading and squeezing them, rolling the turgid nipples between thumb and forefinger. He was almost mindless with lust for her now, making little mewling sounds in his throat.

Janie giggled teasingly, disengaging him. "Now don't you be impatient, Peter DePow," she said with mock reproof. "We aren't in the water yet." She took his hand and together they walked down to the edge of the brook and then along the side, looking for a likely place to carry out their desires.

"I bet that would be a good place," Janie said shortly. She was pointing to the middle of the narrow brook to a place where there were no stones jutting out above the surface of the water. Dropping his hand suddenly, she moved into the water, toward the spot she considered a possibility. And then, instead of just testing the depth of the hollow with her foot, she leaned forward to test it with her hand, presenting her soft, velvet asscheeks to his eyes, as well as, when she moved a foot forward, the small dark asshole between them. He knew that she was doing it on purpose, and he nearly went out of his mind.

Pete DePow's impatiently pulsating prick gave a convulsive leap as he saw the soft, fluted lips of her cunt flower open too, right before his eyes. He gulped at the sight of the moist teasing slit, gleaming in the sunlight. Then slowly, tantalizingly, she sank into the hollow, and he was mesmerized to see the water flowing around her, bubbling against her skin. Her eyes were once again sensuously lidded.

"Come on in," she invited. "It's lovely and cool here."

Pete, his brain containing nothing in that moment but overwhelming lust, needed no further urging. Trembling, his massively lust-thickened cock swaying in front of him, he joined her in the bubbling hollow of the brook, sitting down opposite her, his feet sliding along the outside of her legs as he settled down. His toes touched the satiny skin of her hips and sides. The water was quite chilly, in his estimation, but he could still feel the warmth of contact with her send little ripples of pleasure along his groin. They would soon have the little brook boiling, he thought with satisfaction.

Janie Farragut wiggled her toes and giggled, stretching forward, and he felt her toenails tickle his balls deliciously. Again she giggled with delight as she saw the purplish head of his blood-bloated cock shoot up like a periscope out of the water. She raised up so that her tits felt as though they were floating on the water. Someday, she knew they would be large enough to look as though they were floating, too. She drew her toes along the inside of his thighs, rising up onto her knees then, staring at him, licking her sensually parted lips.