Carole Wilson - Laura_s ball club

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.

Unable to help it, a strangled gasp escaped Laura's throat, a gasp of nightmarish rejection of the sickening picture burning the retinas of her eyes. She thought it was the sun in her eyes, but she was still standing in the shade of the trees. It was tears. She staggered backward, wanting to turn and flee, run, get out of there, blot such a terrible scene from her mind! For the first time, she realized that she had worn the shorts for Pete DePow, and this was the way she was repaid!

However, Mack caught hold of her, restraining her, preventing her from taking her gaze from the wildly jerking couple in the brook. He smiled with knowing satisfaction as he watched with admiration the way Janie's mouth and tongue were working around Pete's lust-hardened cock. Damn, but she could really give a blow job! His own cock leapt into instant arousal, watching her, and the feel of Laura Cutter's soft resilient flesh trembling under his hands sent little ripples of heat flashing through his groin.

"Pete's quite the lover, isn't he?" Mack said but with his eyes glued to Janie.

"Gollleeee!" Laura wailed in undisguised misery. "How could he? How could he?" She leaned back against Mack almost without realizing it while her mind fought to accept the reality of what she was seeing, that the lover she had thought was hers… wasn't.

"Do you realize what's happening there, Laura?" Mack asked softly, his voice almost hypnotic. "That's Pete and my girl friend, and they're making love, oral love, the best kind of love."

"Yes! Oh, no!" The words tore from little Laura's throat in almost pleading tremolo, as if she was trying to convince herself that it couldn't be happening. Her brain seethed with tumbling, reeling thoughts and emotions.

Christ, what if she had told her mother she had a date with Pete DePow? The whole town would have had its collective eye on her. How embarrassed she would have been! Pete had to think of things like that. It wasn't fair! All Laura could hope for was that her mother didn't guess at the reason for her dress and shorts today if she had seen them. Ever her mother's wild guesses were apt to circulate through the town. She had seen that happen.

And what about this so-called wonderful Pete? He certainly wasn't very faithful! Here he was, the very next day, lying with another girl's mouth on his blood-bloated prick, letting her kiss him there, obviously enjoying it, the way his face was twisted like some beast in beat, letting Janie do that to him while the girl he had first made love to… but had she been first? Well, Mack said that Janie was supposed to be his girl! What a sick, foul, perverted, disgusting thing to happen, right before Laura's and Mack's eyes.

And speaking of Mack, he was holding her very tightly now, and she suddenly became aware of a prodding against her asscheeks and the pounding of his heart. She shuddered, trying to turn. Did Mack have an erection watching this? Gosh all fishhooks, was he aroused? How could anyone, any decent person, get aroused from watching something like this?

As if sensing her thoughts, Mack Toohey moved his pelvis against her ass lightly, and in her ear, he whispered in the same mesmeric tone as before, "It's really exciting to watch, though, don't you think so? I kind of like watching Janie make love to someone else. It arouses your passions, doesn't it? It makes you want to make 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.