Perverted Little Angel
(f/m+, ped, size, best)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

Eva Peck was furious. Even her mother said that a twelve-year old young lady who was beginning to develop like one ought to leave baseball to the boys! Can you just imagine in this day and age leaving everything to the boys just like it was 1800 or some ancient time like that! She snapped her long blond pigtails in the air like two ferocious whips as she turned on her heel and left the sand lot where the boys in the neighborhood were having a wonderful time playing baseball and wouldn't let her play! Well, she had the right to have a good time, too, didn't she? Why were all the fun things left for the boys? She liked to play hockey, or example, and what did her mother want her to do? She insisted that Eva take figure skating lessons! Of all the stupid things to do! What good are figure skating lessons? What you had to do was get the experience so that you were able to place the puck exactly where it was supposed to go. Figure skating lessons were sure a laugh when it came to doing anything useful like that! And now it seemed as if the whole world was against her playing baseball too!

"Hi, Nina," she suddenly called, seeing her pal on the way to the sand lot, coming at her in the other direction. "They won't let you play," she announced sourly. "Boys! They think they know everything!" She expected to see Nina get really angry, because she liked a good game of baseball or hockey as much as Eva did, but Nina seemed to be looking for someone.

"Hey, Eva, have you seen Chuck?" Nina asked, not perturbed about the unfair conditions for girls in Norris Point at all!

"I don't care if I never see him," Eva spat. "What's it to you to see a boy?"

Now Nina Perry focused her attention on her old friend, seeing for herself that Chuck Christensen was not at the sand lot.

"Well if you want to get to play with boys, you got to know how to go about doing it, Eva. You don't be stupid about it."

"Are you calling me stupid?" Eva said, blazing at her old friend, her buddy, she thought.

"Oh, naw, come off it, Eva. What I mean is these guys ain't the only guys in town, and there are other baseball games in other places."

"Where?"

"Other places I know," the dark-haired, freckle-nosed Nina whispered mysteriously. "Only you have to join the club to play."

"A baseball club?" Eva Peck's pretty jaw dropped in surprise. Then her brow furled. "What are you talking about?"

"That's why I'm looking for Chuck Christensen," the darker girl explained. "See, to join a club, you have to be initiated and to do that, there's a number of steps, you know. Right now I'm supposed to be doing another step in my initiation."

"You mean that Chuck Christensen is a member of this club?" Eva had always admired Chuck Christensen. He was a real leader of the guys, and he was extra good in any sport, it seemed. He could play hockey like a Maple Leaf. The Maple Leafs were her favorite team.

"He sure is. He's the president, I think. I'm not sure. Before your initiation is finished, you don't get told very much, not even where you're going to play when you're finished."

"Why not?" Eva demanded. It sounded to her like more of male chauvinism.

"They have to be careful, of course. If you have a club, you don't let people know your secrets. If people don't pass the initiation and don't get into the club, what happens if they know all the secrets?" Eva couldn't imagine what would happen, if anything.

"I suppose it depends on the secrets," she mumbled. "Who's in the club?" she asked, still suspicious of the whole idea. She had never heard of such a thing to do with baseball!

"You can't know that either, not yet. Say, Eva, there's talk they're going to need another girl for the team. You interested?"

"You mean they have to have a certain number of girls? Why don't they just pick the best players?" Eva was perplexed and the idea certainly did nothing to allay her suspicions.

"It's up to you," the other girl said, shrugging her shoulders as though it didn't matter in the least bit whether Eva, who was supposed to be her best friend, was on her team or not! Eva could not help being incensed and then hurt. "I just have to find someone," Nina continued nonchalantly.

"What would I have to do?" Eva asked then. She could not help but recall that Chuck Christensen was in this club, whatever it was.

"First you have to come to a special meeting and talk to the guys, I guess. I'd have to find out for sure," Nina explained. "What time are going home for lunch, and I'll call you."

"Can't we just go and find Chuck and find out now?" Eva asked.

"If I can find Chuck, we got other things to do," Nina told her mysteriously.

"Like what?" Eva asked with a penetrating stare. Since when did Nina Perry do things secret from her best friend?

"Oh, Eva, I can't tell you. That's why I want you to join!"

"Well I don't mind going and talking about it."

"I'll call you at noon."

"Yeah, okay," Eva agreed, and they parted. Eva Peck went home because there wasn't anything better to do, and she might just as well sit around and read comics. Nina Perry went looking for Chuck, apparently.


"First I have to ask you," said Nina later that afternoon when Eva met her for the club meeting to which she was invited, "if you'll promise not to tell anyone anything if you decide not to join. I mean, you wouldn't want me to get into trouble or anything like that!"

"Of course not!" Eva affirmed. What could Nina mean by trouble?

"I told the guys you had a sense of honor and weren't any tattle tale," Nina smiled, sighing with relief.

"I sure do!" Eva agreed, wondering now why she would be called upon to use it.

They had several blocks to walk before turning into a really beautiful house on the outskirts of Norris Point. Eva thought it was the Voss house, but she wasn't sure. Marcus Voss was a former mayor of the town, and the family was the wealthiest in the whole county, her father often said.

"Hey, won't we get caught in here?" Eva asked nervously. Already Nina had left the path that led to the front door and was leading her pal over the lawns. Eva was not accustomed to walking on such beautiful lawns. The only one she knew that looked anywhere near as beautiful was in the park and it was covered with signs that warned people not to walk on it.

"So what if we do? Ned has a right to play with kids," Nina told her.

"Who's Ned?"

"Ned Voss. He lives here, and he's in the club," Nina told her importantly. "He goes to private school," she then explained, suddenly feeling guilty for enjoying her sense of importance in knowing Ned Voss.

The two girls reached the rear of the house, and Nina led Eva on into the trees that started to dot the yard sparsely and then became more numerous as the land began to rise into the hills that backed the property. Suddenly, Nina stopped.

"Here we are!" she announced. Before indicating where they were, she enjoyed the startled look on her friend's face as she looked around herself, hunting for the clubhouse that Nina had told her to expect. "Up there!" she laughed gaily at last. She pointed straight up, and sure enough, there was the bottom of a good sized tree house that had been constructed in the branches of two trees, not one. The trees were sturdy old red maples, their gray bark folded around them like the folds of clothing.

"What strange looking trees," Eva noted. Gosh, the wealthy people had everything, she couldn't help thinking. But she looked up at the tree house with a strangely beating heart. She never had paid much attention to the Vosses or talk about them, and she had not realized there was a boy in the family. There was not only a kid in the family, a lover of baseball like herself, she thought, shakily, but she, Eva Peck, was going to meet him and ... and play with him ... and maybe be in the very same club!

"Never mind the trees," Nina said impatiently. "We may be a little late. Hurry up."

"Hurry up what?" Eva asked. Nina had changed something wicked, Eva was thinking. She was getting so impatient and preoccupied! Could it be this club that was such a bad influence on her friend? If that was the case, maybe Eva should think twice about joining, even if it did have important guys like Chuck Christensen and Ned Voss in it!

"Climb up," Nina ordered, and for the first time, Eva noticed the rope ladder that was only partially visible, lying folded on a low limb. She took it down.

"You go first," she said to Nina. "Why me? I never been here before."

The truth was that Nina Perry had no idea what they would find at the top of the ladder. She never knew for sure, and she wanted to climb up behind her friend so that Eva could not run away if she didn't like what she saw.

"It's the rules of my initiation," Nina told Eva. "I have to be polite and let you go first," she explained lamely.

Eva snorted. She looked at her friend with a laugh in her blue eyes. Imagine Nina having to be polite! Well, maybe there was something to being polite when you were sitting around waiting for your turn at bat and it might not come because some dumb kid on your team was a lousy player and would sure as hell strike out. Then there were times when you got mad at the umpire and had to be sure you didn't start a fist fight and get put out of the game. Maybe practicing politeness was supposed to stop things like that. Oh, well. She started to climb the rope ladder. She tried to master the climb so she wouldn't look awkward, but it was hard getting the rungs of the ladder to stay away from the tree trunk so she could manage a good foot hold, at least very fast. By the time she reached the top, she could not help feeling embarrassed and her face was hot, probably red. Maybe no one would notice.

No one even looked at her when she reached the top. There were two boys, Chuck Christensen with his dark curly hair and brown eyes. Boy, you had to watch out for that guy on the ice. She wanted to greet him, but was confused by his lack of attention. He and another boy with carrot red hair and a lot more freckles than Nina had were busy talking about something. So she turned self-consciously and looked back down the ladder.

"You coming, Nina?" she asked so the stupid boys wouldn't think she had to depend on them to say hello. She would show them she had plenty of other interests, the least of which was saying hello to a couple of guys, especially jerks like Chuck and whoever he was talking to. Maybe it was Ned Voss. That would explain why he was so stuck-up.

When Nina finally came up, the first thing they did was get introduced. Then Eva softened. After all, the boys were very likely as self-conscious as she was. Either that or it was just another rule of politeness not to talk to someone until you were introduced. Eva didn't know much about that. Still, Chuck knew her, she thought, even though they had never really talked to each other.

The next thing they did was play cards, and the first thing she knew, she was learning how to play poker. She wanted to ask about the club, but as far as she knew this was kind of a meeting and maybe this was what you did at meetings. That wasn't too bad. But she would really like to know about the sports. Yet, Nina had said that until after the initiation, she would not be told very much at all and that it would be useless to ask questions.

One of the surprising things that happened though was how Ned Voss, for that's who the redhead turned out to be, seemed to deliberately keep his leg pressed against hers under the card table. Eva had never had anything like that happen to her before, and at first she was uncomfortable. But Ned smiled at her very warmly, and finally she began to tingle until she reached the point where she didn't want him to take his leg away, It was very strange. And very nice. In fact, he was a terrific guy, she decided. If only he would get around to the sports things, too, everything would be perfect.

By the time Chuck Christensen and Nina had disappeared down the rope ladder, Eva even forgot to wonder where they were going and why. Ned Voss had her complete attention. He was very impressive and sounded just like a movie star when he spoke. Every word sounded smooth as the note of a song. She could not imagine what it was he found so attractive about her. She began to suspect that maybe there really was no club and that Ned had simply asked Nina or Chuck or whoever it was he knew to introduce him to Eva. She wanted very much to ask him if he had seen her somewhere before and where that could be, but she somehow couldn't get the words out of her constricted throat. Just think of Ned Voss being interested in Eva Peck. If it had been any other boy she knew who had shown this kind of romantic interest, she would have scoffed. She'd rather play baseball any day!

"I hear you like to play baseball," he finally said after the others had left. He asked her if she wouldn't like to sit down on the big pillows on the floor in the corner of the large tree house. Automatically she agreed to move to the pillow even though it meant losing contact with his knee. However, when they were on the pillows, he put his arm around her and pressed his leg the length of hers.

"I ... uh ... I like a good game," she said uncertainly.

"Yeah, Nina says you're very good," he said, looking into her blue eyes intently. His eyes were a lovely gray green, she saw. He was squeezing her a little and she was sure her face must be flushing by now. She felt hot and her heart was beating like a trip-hammer. "We play baseball," he said, smiling as though baseball were just a little difficult to think about right now.

"That's what I thought," she said, but she was having trouble caring, too. Why?

"We have a little initiation," he whispered. "And for you, part of that's getting to know the coach. That's me. Okay?" What did he mean?

And then abruptly, as she tried to nod her head 'yes,' he put his arms completely around her and drew her tight against him. First he kissed her just gently, softly, but then he kissed her harder and she felt her lips being opened. Oh, she had heard of this kind of kiss. It was supposed to be when you really liked someone a lot. Could it be that Ned Voss liked her that much? She could not help herself and she opened her lips almost eagerly to accept his probing wet tongue. Their tongues met and tasted one another, exchanging an incredible kiss. Ned's hands were restless on her back and shoulders now, moving back and forth, up and down, around and over her little white button-down blouse.

Eva Peck felt something very new. It was an almost overwhelming surge of desire at this nearness to a boy, especially Ned, the intoxicating boy odor in a relationship that she had never before known. His kisses were eliciting a full and total response inside the would-be ball player, and when his moving hands gradually worked their way around to lightly entering the front of her blouse, the buttons seeming to pop out of the button holes as if he willed them to, and lightly caressed the beginning mounds of her new tits, she didn't know whether this was the time to stop him or not. Her mother had said something about not letting a boy go too far, but what did that mean? And the closeness she felt to this new friend right now seemed to transcend any parental warning or concern.

And so Ned began to caress her newly ripening titties in earnest then as his eager tongue probed wetly in and out of her opened mouth. Gosh, his gentle touch felt so good on her! Unaware of her own response, she wrapped her fingers in his carrot-red curls, kissing him even more passionately, and then his fingers had dipped inside her undershirt, which her mother insisted she wear if she wouldn't wear a brassiere. The contact of his hand on her naked flesh thrilled the twelve-year old more than she could ever have imagined. Oh, she had overheard a lot of talk among certain girls around school, and she had always pretended that she wasn't listening. Now she was glad she had. She suspected that it was less frightening to know that these strange and thrilling sensations were common to others. Before she knew it, she was allowing him to unbutton her blouse and to slip the garment down over her shoulders. And then his deft fingers had worked her undershirt up under her arm pits so that she felt a cool rush of air against her now-erect nipples as her still firm, not yet very large tits were fully exposed to Ned's hungry gaze.

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. Eva moaned with increasing fervor as Ned'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!

Eva felt no panic at all even when Ned'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 Ned Voss 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 Ned'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 Eva feel the first stirrings of panic, for Ned 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 Ned 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 Eva 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 Ned'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 obscenely 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, Ned!" 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, Eva, please!" he mumbled, his voice thick with the lust that was reflected in his gray-green eyes. His hand was stroking the full nine-inch length of what looked to her like his enormously 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 Eva 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, Ned Voss 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.

Ned 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 Eva Peck 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. Ned 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 Eva 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. Ned 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.

In spite of herself and the rub down she had given her tender skin, the new pleasantness began to creep back, and she found herself wishing, however much she accused herself of being silly, that she had not run away quite so soon. Something was missing. There was something for her that she didn't get, and the craving for that unknown something made her wriggle on the bed as it became stronger. Once again she was filling with that same kind of tingling arousal that Ned Voss had given her. Her mind began to drift with the same kind of mindless excitement that she had suffered with him, the same attitude of not caring about consequences as her mind carried her on to further heights of sexual fantasy. With the whole ball team watching, she imagined herself slowly undressing. Good grief! And another thing, she imagined she could feel Ned's warmly pulsing prick inside her trembling cunt. She recalled the touch of his lips and hands on her naked flesh just as though he were in the room with her now, and she wished he was! She began to squirm in the growing passion on the bed, and her wetly aroused cunt began to secrete its liquid excitement, moistening her fresh panties. There was a tender aching up between her legs and the need for release of her ever-increasing passion was becoming strong, too strong!

Involuntarily, the twelve-year old pig-tailed tomboy's hands began to move down along her tautly rippling belly. She knew what girls talked about doing, about playing with themselves until relief came. She knew that's exactly what she wanted to do to herself so she forced her hands up and away, but they immediately went back down again as if they had a will of their own. The inside of her mouth was dry, and she ran her tongue wetly over her lips several times in an effort to rid herself of the and taste. Oh, gosh, she thought dimly, why would I do something like this to myself? I want to go back to the way things were! I don't want to get so worked up.

But in another moment, she didn't care what she was working herself up to. In a corner of her brain she knew there was no going back to anything now. Her hands were moving sensuously around to her front, moving across the full firmness of her only slightly pliant new titties. Gradually, she began opening and closing her legs as she massaged her sensitive young mounds of warm flesh, the sound of automobiles and life going on outside the bedroom and the house beginning to sound like the ominous background music of a film. She began watching, fascinated, as her own fingers began plucking at the buttons on the front of her bathrobe, opening the garment all the way down. Her skin was still pink next to the white of her panties. Her hands traveled almost greedily up and down her body now, over the mounds of her titties, down to her throbbing pubic mound, across the smoothness of her taut little belly.

Eva Peck was looking at herself in a very different way than she had ever looked before. Instead of noticing her muscles, she noticed the attractive slenderness of her limbs and how her waist nipped in above her hips, which looked more fully rounded than she had ever seen them. Her hands seemed to be seeking knowledge of every inch of her new womanly shape, of her proportionately lovely flesh. She ran her fingers tantalizingly over the area up between her thighs, arching her long limbs up and spreading them open to the delicious, forbidden delights which her caresses were instilling within her body. Her mouth was parted, and her brain was whirling with the heat of her growing lust. She flailed her head from side to side on the pillow, her long, blond pig-tails whipping around like soft whips. She had kicked the covers completely off of her eagerly trembling body as her hands continued their mad pace up and down, down and around, teasing her now-fevered flesh into even more intense arousal, her brain alive with lewd thoughts previously unknown to her, of Ned Voss's long lust-hardened prick fucking in and out of her wetly throbbing cunt.

Eva arched her back, working her arms out of the sleeves of her robe. She found herself needing a feeling of great freedom. She wanted to touch the rigid nipples without the encumbrance of clothing under her arms and bunching up her sides. She pulled the robe away from her body and tossed it to the floor beside the bed, and her hands hungrily engulfed the soft warmth of her new alabaster mounds. Slowly, rhythmically, she began to roll the nipples back and forth, squeezing them and then releasing them, squeezing, then releasing.

The entire time he was thinking that she ought not to do this, that it was going to make it harder to give this sort thing up and return to being herself again. She was masturbating, and that, she knew, was naughty anyway. It was naughty and evil and perverted and ... and ... it felt so good!

Her right hand left her nakedly quivering tit and moved slowly down over her stomach to the elastic waistband of her panties. In spite of her self-recrimination, her shame at what she was doing, she wasn't able to stop herself. There was only her urgency now, her frantic need for release from the overbuilding whirlpools of passions inside her shamelessly aroused body.

What was she doing to herself? She was drawing her panties down now, drawing them sensuously over her satin pubic mound while her other hand continued to stroke the nipple of one titty. She raised up on the bed, pulling the thin wisp of a garment down to her ankles, her eyes tightly shut, and then pulling them off completely so that she was completely nakedly exposed, and although there was certainly no one else in the room, she had this magnificent feeling of being looked at by hundreds of pairs of gray-green eyes!

Again she lay back, one hand on her tit, the other stroking first one thigh, then the other, carefully avoiding for the moment the moist inferno of lust between her legs. Then when she could stand the pressure no longer, her eager hand shot to the hotly pulsating folds of her pussy and pressed against the wet sensitive flesh there as she once again brought her legs up off the bed and splayed them wide apart. Her tight little cuntal hole was opened wide now as she gently eased her outstretched finger into her wetly clasping pussy.

She could not help herself. She imagined it was Ned Voss's hand, his finger, touching her there, stroking her down there. She imagined it was he who was now caressing her peach-fuzzed cuntal lips until they seemed to be swollen with blood the way his long blood-thickened cock had been swollen, until her clitoris was as hard as his lust-rigid cock had been hard. She found her sensitive nerve bud with the tip of her searching finger and began to tease it back and forth, running the nail round the quivering tip until the delight caused her to jackknife her legs back up against her chest, mashing what little mound there was of her tits flat. Her asscheeks, white moons of the softest, most flawless young flesh imaginable, jerked and twisted in complete wantonness under her fingering, and the resulting erotic sensations caused the sweat to bead and shine on her lust-grimacing face, matting her blond wisps of hair, ever escaping her braids, to her forehead and neck.

Oh, God, she thought to herself, hoping her parents could not read the swear word in her mind, but she sure wished Ned were here! All that sounded out into the room was a groaning through the daze of passion which controlled her brain, but her thoughts were beginning to be of how stupid she had been to run away! Wouldn't it be wonderful, she thought, if it was Ned playing with her pussy. How she wished it was he who was going to put his lovely lust-hard prick into her ravished cunt and fuck her, fuck her hard, real hard until he came inside of her instead of all over her skin, where she couldn't feel filled with the warmth of it but only covered with its cold stickiness.

Faster and faster and faster, Eva's little finger fucked into her moistly clasping cunt, deliberately teasing her clitoris and her cuntal hole until her orgasm was only moments away. Her hips thrashed and pounded the bed beneath her as her other hand squeezed and kneaded her nakedly quivering tits and nipples, causing wave after wave of pain-pleasure to ripple outward from her sensitive flesh. There was no guilt, no shame for her in that frozen period of time. There was only the wonderful, rapturous feelings of impending climax which were filling her very soul.

"Eva!" she heard vaguely as if from a great distance. "Eva!" she heard a more demanding tone and started up from her position, the waves of pleasure rolling back like waves rolling back into the sea. She made a rapid dive for her underpants and then for her closet, grabbing the first things that came to hand. It was a dress with rosebuds on it, that she absolutely hated. It was bad enough that it was a dress, but the rosebuds finished it, in her eyes. She went to throw it back inside. Her mother liked that dress. It would divert her mother's attention if she wore it.

There was nothing showing on the little girl from which to divert her mother's attention, but she was so accustomed to having her mother discover the least guilty secret she might harbor that she thought in terms of hiding everything, even the invisible, even her growing up. Although so far, she had done a better job of hiding her growing up from herself than from her mother, but she didn't know.


If her mother noticed the dress, she didn't make any indication. She was too much in a hurry, had been interrupted in whatever she had been doing, also.

"Telephone," she told Eva briefly as soon as her young daughter appeared. Then the mother returned to the kitchen.

Eva was a little out of breath, whether from the frustrated and unfinished love-making or from the strain of hiding her guilt from whoever, specifically her mother, might see, it would be hard to say. Nevertheless, her breathing was a little hard, raspy. She paused a few moments before taking the receiver from the telephone bench where her mother had placed it to await her coming. She sat down, took one deep breath, and tried to speak in as normal a tone of voice as she could muster.

"Hello!"

"I feel terrible and have to apologize," a voice thinly said after a pause. It was Ned Voss. Of all the nerve! Yet, she couldn't be too angry. She couldn't shake the memory that upstairs just now, on the bed, she had just about willed him to be with her. Who knows? Maybe that's why he was calling. Maybe he knew she wasn't really mad, at least not any more.

"I guess we might as well forget it," she said sternly. Gosh, she didn't know what to say! She couldn't admit to him that she ... well ... that she liked him! And on the other hand, she hadn't really had the time to think it all out, but she had a sneaking suspicion that it would be better if she made herself get over all this and went back to concentrating on baseball and hockey.

"I don't know if I can forget it, Eva. I ... you're pretty special, you know. I decided, though, that I just won't stay alone with you any more. Will that be all right? You do still want to join the club, don't you? You wouldn't let a little ... slip like that get in the way, would you?"

It wouldn't hurt to be forgiving, would it? Eva asked herself. And as long as he promised not to trust himself alone with her, she should be all right, shouldn't she? A nasty little devil in the back of her mind hinted to her that she didn't want to be that all right, but she thrust the naughty thought away.

"I suppose," she mumbled. She didn't have time to say what it was she supposed before Ned's voice came back to her all excited.

"Great!" he exclaimed. "Nina and Chuck are at the clubhouse now. I gotta do something, but you come back and they'll tell you about things, okay?"

"Okay," she muttered. She was just hanging up the telephone when her mother returned to the hallway.

"Who was that? I didn't recognize his voice," her mother said.

"Oh, Ned Voss." she said, not without some pride that she knew him.

"You look lovely in that little dress," her mother enthused before the name she had heard registered on her brain. "Voss? Any relation to Marcus Voss?" her mother asked, stunned.

"I don't know. His son, maybe," Eva said, now sorry she had been proud of her new friend and had mentioned his name. Her mother was bearing down on her, forgetting whatever errand had brought her through the hall. She looked as though she were bursting with a million questions. "Look, Mom, I don't really know and I got to go in a big hurry."

Her mother's face look disappointed, rejected. Eva, forgetting that she was wearing a dress, bolted out the door in her usual fashion, like a barn-crazed colt let out to pasture for the first time in a long winter.

Eva easily remembered the way to Ned's house, and she turned into the yard not knowing whether she hoped someone saw her going into such an important place or hoped no one saw her because she understood now that playing with Ned was going to make of her a social oddity in her family and among her relatives. They would all stop making fun of her boyish interests and start to talk to her like a human being, and she didn't know if she could take that notoriety. There was a price to fame that she hadn't known about before she had seen it in her mother's avid eyes. Thinking about that, she wondered about something else. If everybody bugged a person for being a friend of someone important like Ned, what must it be like to actually be Ned Voss? Maybe that's why he had to go to a private school and play baseball in some other secret place, part of a secret club. Gosh, imagine having to sneak around avoiding people all the time! How lonely!

By the time she had finished that kind of wondering, she had arrived at the big red maples, and there was Nina.

"Chuck's gone to get some sodas," her girl friend explained. "Ned will be awhile. I'm going to get some cookies or something. Would you mind picking up the club house a little?" Nina asked.

"No, I don't mind," Eva said generously. She was feeling kindly and understanding now after her sympathetic thoughts of Ned and all the problems he must have being wealthy and related to a former mayor. She looked around. No, the boys were not in sight. She had been silly to wear a dress, but as long as they weren't here to watch her climb into the tree house, she guessed she would be fine. At the moment she wasn't as worried about being seen as she was about knowing she was seen, feeling the hot eyes staring at her under her dress. She doubted it would take much to force those incredible feelings to the front once more, burning away her will power and her reserve.

"Tell Kane to be good," Nina added. "Tell him I'll bring him a bone if I can find one!" The dark-haired little girl laughed.

"Who's Kane?"

"Club mascot," Nina explained with a twinkle in her eye. With that she turned on her heel and started back to the street.

Kane turned out to be a dog. From his name, Eva had guessed he would be a dog. What she had not guessed was that he would be such a big dog! He was a full grown German Shepherd, his long hair a soft black color. How in the world had they gotten such a big dog up into a tree house, she wondered.

"Well, my goodness, aren't you a mystery, though," she cooed gently to the beautiful dog, lovingly stroking his large head.

The pleasing sound of the girl's soft, crooning voice together with the gentle pressure of her small, stroking hand filled Kane with warm-hearted relish. Instinctively, he raised his head and began licking her hand to seal this new friendship. Imagine getting goosebumps from an animal's licking tongue! I'm in a bad way, thought the pig-tailed little girl. She kept hoping that the sexual stimulation that she had now undergone twice without fulfillment, would go away with the passing of time, yet it seemed to be roused more easily as time went by instead of less easily.

"Maybe they'll bring something for you, too," she said, patting the dog's head again but more absently because of her divided thoughts, half on him and half on the unwanted heat in her body.

The intelligent animal whined, almost as if he knew what she was saying, Eva thought, unable to repress an urge to embrace him against her thigh and continue stroking his warm, creased, fur-covered head. He whimpered again softly, partially in awareness to her melodious voice bestowing kindness and love, but even more because he had sensed in his closeness against her, a poignant smell not unfamiliar to him, a heady scent which immediately inspired trained responses in his glistening muscular body, the human mating aura he had been skillfully educated by the club members to recognize.

Eva tore herself from the dog with a will. It was time to forget herself and do the picking up she had promised. Then when the others came back, they would this time talk about safe things like sports, she hoped. Her mind still a conglomeration of mixed-veined thoughts, Eva picked up some papers from the floor and then bent over to fix the pillows on which Ned Voss had introduced her to a new side of herself earlier. And behind the bent figure, Kane's head abruptly nudged forward in underneath the hem of the rosebud-studded dress.

The twelve-year old girl was frozen into immobility at the feel of the unmistakable cool wetness of Kane's nose high on the softness of her inner thigh! Why she didn't jerk upright in shock, fear, or at least, a smattering of self-respect, she could only lay to the prurient excitement which still smoldered inside her aching loins. Instead of doing any of those wise things, she continued to stoop there, waiting, thrilled by the fact that the big dog's beautiful head was wedged up under her short dress from behind, sniffing. And then, the hot unmistakable lap of his long slippery tongue snaked up against her still moistened cuntal area! Could a dog know? Could he sense the erotic state of a human being?

It had to be that, she admitted to herself. His searing tongue felt like a firebrand caressing the swollen lips of her still feverishly throbbing pussy just as though she had no panties on at all, and how she would dearly love to take them down! Again he licked, and she hung there in her stooped-over position as he drew the long wet length of his tongue undeniably between her partially spread cuntal lips, licking along the entire panty-covered furrow.

Slowly, Eva raised up, straightening. She turned to gaze in bewilderment at the handsome black animal who was staring up at her with brown eyes twinkling, ears slightly cocked, mouth opened and tongue lolling, and graceful tail wagging in a friendly motion. Then he softly growled.

"What ... what is it, boy?" the frightened little girl asked.

The strange dog uttered another muted grow], and the sensually intoxicated young tomboy wasn't sure if she were imagining things or not but it seemed he growled because he sensed the rekindled passion up between her trembling thighs! Oh, how silly I can be! she told herself, scolding then. I seem to have my mind on one thing, and now I'm even suspecting a dog of being attracted to me. Wow! That's really going some! Then, without warning, a shiver of lewd excitement coursed the length of her body, and for a moment she shook uncontrollably. When it had passed, she sank weakly to the pillows in the corner. Once again she wished she were home where she could do as she pleased, hide or sob or ... or ... masturbate!

It was certainly a long time, and no one was coming. She might easily have been asleep. Strange sensations of tingling warmth rippled through her abdomen as she lay limply on the pillows on her back, a maze of disconnected thought-waves suddenly swirling through her head. Confusion swept through her, and she tried to move but stopped at the sound of a low, animal-like snarl. She partially opened her eyes then, yet continued to lie there, unmoving, the strange stirring sensations in her belly ever-increasing with a weirdly rising excitement. She opened her eyes a little more. No, the others had not yet come, but further charges of stimulating arousal raced through her loins and belly. Eva raised her hands to her throat in instinctive fear, then lifted herself to her elbows to see what was going on. Her dress was pulled up, and she was lying with her legs obscenely spread apart and Kane, the club mascot, was standing between her thighs, his tongue laxly out and his great black head lowered just above ... above her panty-covered cunt!

Once again a flood of fire-filled sensations charged through the core of her desire-stimulated body. The warm wet contact of his saliva-drenched tongue was too much. Like a puppet on a string, Eva slipped her panties down out of the way and thrilled with the incredible touch of the unhindered tongue as it spread open the peach-fuzzed lips of her young cuntal crack as the dog began laving her sensitive inner-flesh with a taunting upsweep that sent uncontrollable shivers of sudden passion bursting over her! Good God! He was licking her down there between her open thighs! The unbelievably obscene sight of what was happening to herself, combined with the realization that Kane was once again licking at her nakedly defenseless pussy, was about to drive the twelve-year old baseball aspirant hysterical.

She gaped at him and then over to the door of the tree house. There were no sounds from below. She looked back at the dog and saw his own burning eyes staring hotly at her nakedness as he continued to obscenely lick and nuzzle at her exposed cuntal lips. A tremor of incredible sensations caused her to convulse, and she found her hips rising of their own accord.

Good grief, the child thought, he was almost human. That expression in his unrelenting eyes was much like Ned's had been, and what the dog was doing to her nakedly betraying loins was no different from the boy! Ooooohhhhh, what was he doing to her! She had never known such sensuous feelings in her belly from the other attempts at arousal today, and her wildly excited little pussy felt as if there were a hot billowing fire glowing inside it! Even her young titties tingled in lewd excitement, she realized, as she mentally cupped, then pinched their tiny, hardened pink nipples. But this was all insane! She had to stop him!

Feebly, Eva Peck cried out, then attempted to scramble onto hands and knees and blindly crawl away toward the doorway. Kane waited only long enough for her to reach the all-fours position before unleashing a savage growl, stopping the newly blossoming young girl in icy-veined terror. She knew absolutely nothing about this strange kind of dog. Would he bite her?

From the point of that growl, the huge dog never seemed to hesitate, but he moved as if his intentions had been pre-determined. He mounted her from behind, his powerful forepaws, belying the gentleness his silky hair suggested, clutching at the soft, white flesh of her youthfully curved hips, his tongue hanging loosely from his open mouth. He was born a hunter. What chance did she think she had?

Eva dared not breath! She was that terrified with his sudden clamber up behind her unprotected nakedness, his strong, hairy forelegs clutching at her narrow waist and the arch of her hips. Her small firm young tits quivered and, hanging downwards, swayed ever so slightly in fright beneath her chest as the big animal's hind legs came in closer to her defenselessly upraised asscheeks. Suddenly then, she felt the coolness of the metal license tag that hung from his collar grazing the smooth-fleshed hollow of her naked back. Her dress was almost to her shoulders. He ... he was going to ... to do it to her ... like she had dreamed of Ned Voss ... as if she were nothing more than a bitch!

"Oh, no, please!" she heard herself whimper as something long, wet, and pointed probed back between her nakedly raised asscheeks and obscenely spread thighs. Her brain swam once more! Oh, God, he was going to do it! He was going to fuck her! He was!

Whatever additional thoughts she had were abruptly swept away when at that precise moment, she sensed the tapered tip of his hardened animal-prick prodding at the hair-lined hole of her moistly pulsating cunt. Dear God, no! Don't let this happen! Desperately, she tried to squirm away from the viselike grip of his encircling paws, but it was useless, and like a charging, white-hot lance, the solid thickness of his long animal-cock spread her soft peach-fuzzed pussy lips and forced its way up into her saliva-slickened little cuntal hole with a slight wet popping sound, rippling the smoothly yielding cuntal walls wide apart before its bevel-tipped hardness!

The frightened twelve-year old gasped for breath as the huge length of animal prick stretched and then began slowly sliding up inside her young cuntal hole, going in deeper and deeper until finally its pointed end smacked against her sensitive cervix. Her virginity was irretrievable now, she moaned, and it was taken by a dog! Once again she choked out a whimpering gasp while the great sandy-blond beast, who was mounting her from behind, snarled out a low commanding growl of triumph, then began to brutally hump and fuck up into her defenseless cunt.

The little pig-tailed tomboy's mind was a vortex of unheralded, emotional sensations. Her head vibrated with the erotically pounding blood racing through her brain, while her youthfully naked body that was bent in submission before the massive silky dog quivered and convulsed in the throes of unknown, sensuous agony. Her cuntal passage felt as if it had been impaled with the heavy, sawed-off limb of one of the maple trees that held the tree house, yet, at the same time, there were weird spasms of intensively rising desire filling her! Nevertheless, she compulsively fought the sensuality, her sickened, fear-filled mind concerned only with the horrifying animal fucking she was receiving from behind!

With a twisting lurch of her nakedly exposed, youthful body, her dress almost over her shoulders now, she tried to shake free from the long, piercing thickness filling her tight young pussy, but her efforts were in vain. Kane's fierce growl chilled the very marrow of her bones, while his powerful hairy forelegs clutched possessively at her waist and hips. Fucking ... fucking ... like a searing firebrand, the blood-bloated thing slithered in and out of her wetly clasping cunt, spreading the hole open wider and wider as he fucked like a hammer his long hot cock up between her trembling thighs. Oh, God, she thought, oh, God! I can't let this feel so good! I mustn't! And then feeling her savage arousal building, she moaned and lifted her impaled asscheeks higher.

The panting Kane's sexually stimulated intellect made the mighty hunting dog aware of the young girl's sudden resignation and surrender before him. Briefly and in desperation, she had struggled in one last frantic attempt to escape before hopelessly subjecting herself before his conquering attack. He sensed the final resistance draining from her naked, human flesh, and a new hunger raced through his body. He watched the upper portion of her smooth female back just under the dress, drop until her face and naked titties were flattened down against the pillows, the rounded little mounds of her soft white asscheeks raised submissively to his assault.

Suddenly, through his unfathomably keen senses, he felt his long, lust-hardened prick slithering forward with easier strokes as her cuntal lubricants began paving the way for his deeper penetration. Soon his hungering cock was entirely buried in the moist clutching heat of her female hole, while his swollen, sperm-swollen testicles were swinging down and slapping hard against the soft dampness of her lightly growing pussy hair. Mercilessly, then, he bucked and plunged into the warmly yielding cuntal flesh, hearing her feminine moans and feeling the trembling nakedness of her smooth, white asscheeks flattening in a universal hunger back up against his belly as he attempted to skewer her onto the last remaining inch of his long scarlet granite-like rod of animal flesh!

Though her poor preadolescent young brain was still overwhelmed with the incredible obscenity that the suddenly-gone-berserk dog was committing on her helpless body, Eva could not ignore the sensual excitement his enormous animal cock had set off inside of her. At first, his savage fucking into her loins had nearly blinded her with the excruciating agony of its huge hardness bursting so unexpectedly into her. But now, the stark horror and shame of the shocking animal-rape itself was forgotten, and only the thrilling presence of the brute's long thick cock fucking rhythmically in and out of her hotly quivering cunt registered in her mind. As Kane relentlessly continued to fuck like a piston up into the liquid, widely-stretched flesh between her upturned asscheeks, sensations equaling those which his hot laving tongue had first spread through her trembling young belly returned, more intense than ever! Oh, God, if she were sinning by succumbing to him, let it be! She didn't know how she had gotten into this mess, but it was beginning to feel more like a blessing than anything else!

Now, as unthinkable as it was, the shamelessly aroused young aspiring baseball star had begun to feel the texture of his silky animal coat beneath his belly brushing against her nakedly exposed ass, and she pressed her tingling tits harder into the pillows, scraping her sensitive little nipples against the satin and cotton pillows.

Her lust-confused brain reeled with the unbelievable intoxication of what was happening to her! She, a human girl, being attacked and actually raped by a dog, as if she were a bitch-animal of his own kind! Yet, never in her life had she felt so wanted! Even with Ned, she had not known this much lewd, wonderfully obscene desire to be fucked ... fucked ... fucked until she was almost dead from the joy of it!

"Oh, yes! Yeeeesssss! Do it to me! Fuck me harder, like that!" she was hissing now, a different tune than before, with trembling lips, twisting her young face to gape back and up at the magnificent panting beast, whose long wet cock was fucking in and out of her eagerly pulsating cunt. She was helplessly impaled on his huge animal-prick and reveling in a newly discovered joy of its natural possession of her desire-awakened young cunt.

A sensual moan of passion escaped her lust-contorted lips as she began to move wantonly backwards, rhythmically gyrating her asscheeks to meet Kane's cunt-skewering fucking. The dog's forelegs clung to her softly curved hips like strong, furry arms as she began to fuck back at him, using the prick-gripping undulations of the female whore down through ages.

Forgetting completely where she was, under what circumstances, Eva Peck was concentrating solely upon her relationship with the dog now. Though she could hardly govern her awakened natural desires, her intuition said that she was, in some weird way, winning the favor of the seemingly vicious animal fucking up into her receptive young cunt. That insane belief, and that alone, caused to evaporate the terror and shame she had known in the beginning. Only a youthful, all-consuming lust filled her now as she rotated her nakedly rounded asscheeks backward in answering little circles to the silky beast's long wet cock. Instinctively, she realized that she had given herself fully to the erotic wonder of the obscene animal fucking she was receiving from this whining hound.

Kane knew and welcomed the hot, wet clasping of the kneeling female's cunt against his fucking length of hardened animal prick. The beast had no way of knowing that the lower, more base instincts of the human's body had taken control at the precise moment her supposedly superior mind fell into complacent lust. She was relying on an instinctive knowledge, of male and female, older than either species. It was natural. She couldn't help it, he discerned as he fucked more eagerly up between her nakedly quivering asscheeks.

Eva wished there was some way she could bend her head all the way back up under her kneeling body and watch his enormous, pleasure-giving dog-cock disappearing inside her wildly excited pussy! God, she was little more than a deplorable bitch. She had seen them when she was playing ball. They didn't even bother to hide themselves under the stands or anything. But she had never understood before what erotic bliss they were experiencing. Just to see his beautiful prick right now, to see it fucking in and out up inside her own wetly throbbing cunt lips!

Instead she imagined the lewd spectacle, the mere thought of their unnatural coupling sending an alien excitement raging through her passionately aroused young body. She groaned aloud in her all-consuming passion and ground her softly yielding asscheeks back hard against his strong, mercilessly battering animal flesh as she felt the tiny rivulets of moisture flowing down the crevice between her rotating asscheeks. Then, as the nakedly exposed young tomboy felt the hot streams of liquid excitement beginning to dribble down her inner thighs, she groaned loudly for the sudden mounting pressure in her loins and belly signaled that she was about to cum. At last! This was her third arousal today and just had to end in an orgasm no matter what!

Rapidly, the silky-haired Kane fucked in and out of the slavishly kneeling little girl, a wet staccato of flesh-slapping sounds hollowly filling the dark open crack between her asscheeks, the dog's keen animal-brain savoring a measure of vengeance in his human-like rape of her helpless young body. His powerful, lust-hardened prick was ripping into her as if she were some ripe fruit, destroying her chaste mind forever. Between each thrust, he felt her tight cuntal hole swallowing his solid penile length, holding the blood-swollen thing fast in the hot, hungry clutch of her eagerly working cuntal muscles. Her smooth white body tensed and relaxed again and again beneath him as she began an incessant moan. His great organ grew and hardened even more when he felt the soft fleshy ridge inside her hotly contracting belly giving way before his unsparing assault.

Once more, she twisted her head to look back at him, And the shepherd witnessed her mouth suddenly gasping open, but the scream was half-choked in her slender young throat. Instead, she began to toss her head wildly from side to side, her blond pigtails flailing around like two whipping branches in a storm. She had reached the beginning of a human female orgasm, he perceived, when she began to savagely swivel her rounded white ass back against him like all rutting bitches, human or otherwise. His heavy pink tongue hung loosely from his panting mouth as he fucked with heavy asscheek-flattening humps up between her furiously undulating mounds of human flesh. Once more she moaned, this time, her cry piercing the lonely tree house and very likely beyond while she rammed deliriously back into his huge thrusting hardness as he drove it mercilessly forward to begin spitting its hot wet semen in bullet-like spurts deep up into her hungrily clasping cuntal hole!

The big hunting dog felt her ass begin to contract and jerk back against him. He felt the thick heated combination of their orgasmic release seeping wetly out around the flushed lips of her rhythmically throbbing pussy lips as her defenseless cuntal opening squeezed and pulled at his ejaculating prick.

The little blond twelve-year old fell forward then, away from him, her legs still spread wide apart, and in the dim light of the shaded tree house in late afternoon, her rounded white asscheeks glistened wetly from his expended semen. He could see her opened pink flesh and the soaked fuzz of her ravished young loins as she panted in her obscenely spread position. Exultantly, he stepped over her outstretched nakedness, raised his head, and howled victoriously. For many moments the satiated young girl lay sprawled face down on the pillows, breathing spasmodically as the ebb of her cumming washed over her.

"How come I didn't get a dog in my initiation?" a startling, recognizable voice said and Eva, face down in the pillows, was too frozen to move. She felt as though her entire body must be a vivid blue, the cold shock was so great.

"Your initiation ain't over yet," said Chuck's voice in response to Nina's question.

Eva's panties had fallen down between two pillows, but her eye happened to fall on a bit of the material as it stuck up in the air. It was just enough to motivate her into action. Quickly she grabbed the garment and sought to put it on. By now the tears started to flow. With her rush of movement came other steadying hands and from these she tried to pull away. But Ned Voss was very strong.

"We're going on a picnic tomorrow," he whispered, forcibly holding her against him so that she couldn't move.

"Who wants to go on your old picnic?" she asked scornfully.

"Please don't be embarrassed. We all know you couldn't help it. Kane doesn't give a girl a chance, and he's a lot stronger than he looks."

"He sure is!" she spat, but her embarrassment was beginning to lessen under Ned's gentle reassurances.

"We might play some baseball on the picnic," he continued.

"G ... great," Eva said, thinking that she must, but somehow her beloved game did not light the spark of enthusiasm it used to light. She wondered at it but supposed it would pass.


They were to take their bicycles on the picnic. Ned said jokingly that Kane couldn't come because no one could compete with him. Eva didn't see what there was to joke about, but she said nothing, smiling wanly. Anyway, it was Kane's job to take care of the club house while the boys were away, Ned said. Eva wondered why he didn't say members, instead of boys, but she said nothing because she realized that if Nina had not yet finished her initiation and Eva had only just started, they might be the only girls so far. She didn't feel like arguing. She was a little girl in crisis. All last night she had tried to get herself excited about baseball. She had thumbed through her well worn baseball cards. When that failed, she had pulled out her scrap book on the Toronto Maple Leafs, but one picture blurred right into the other. Yet, blushingly, she could remember Ned's touch as though she had been feeling it all her life.

In the morning, when she started to dress for the picnic, she found herself unable to decide between jeans and shorts, when not so long ago the choice of jeans would have been incontrovertible. Now, having noticed that her legs were thinning and becoming most pleasant to look at, she wanted to wear the shorts. She would, of course, get a better tan on her legs if she wore the shorts, so lying to herself for her own peace of mind, she put on the brief little green shorts that she had really outgrown. Her mother had despaired of buying more to keep up with her growth because she had always claimed she wouldn't be caught dead in shorts!

Ned Voss was providing the sandwiches and Nina was bringing cupcakes. Chuck was bringing something to drink, and Eva raided the refrigerator for fruit. She was glad she had something easy and could get out of the house before her mother found her in the kitchen and tried to hold her up with innocent-sounding questions about the Voss's. Eva knew that whatever she said would turn into gossip that would circle the town inside of one day, so she had told her mother that she and Nina were going for a bike ride and were taking lunch.

There had been no mention of boys, but something in her mother's eyes the night before when she told her of the picnic made Eva suspect that her mother knew Nina would not be her only companion today.

It was too hot to bicycle very far. Eva congratulated herself on the wisdom she had shown in wearing shorts, and the boys soon had their shirts off and tied around their waists. Ned needed the girls to rub him down with suntan oil if he was to wear no shirt in the sun.

"I'd blister so badly that my freckles would all peel off," he said, and Eva found the remark so funny she had trouble stopping laughing. She felt a strange pride, too, that she didn't understand, being out there on the open road, rubbing a boy down with suntan oil in front of passing cars, what few passed.

Where they stopped for lunch was a wooded area that gave welcome shade from the sun. They leaned the bikes against the trees, and where they stopped they could hear the sound of running water.

"It's a brook," Chuck explained. "Sometimes there's even fish in there. Do you like to fish?" he asked Eva. For some reason, Chuck had been paying Eva a great deal of attention since they stopped, and Ned seemed to have gravitated toward Nina.

"Yes," said Eva, remembering that she once had liked fishing and so probably would again some day. The only fishing she felt like doing right now though, was for Ned Voss, and there he was with her best friend, Nina Perry, not doing anything terribly suspicious, but paying a little more attention to the dark haired girl than to the blond.

"Hey, did you ever think of taking out your pigtails?" Chuck asked her suddenly. They weren't eating yet. It was far too early, but they had decided to cool off with some of the punch Chuck had brought in a gallon thermos.

"This punch is good," she said before answering his question about her hair. "The trouble with cranberry flavor is, though, it makes you drink more, I think."

"That's why I brought a whole gallon," Chuck said, filling her paper cup again without being asked. "Let's take out your pigtails."

"Why?" she asked. Nina's hair was short enough to wear loose. "It's too hot."

"Is your hair long?" Chuck asked. He had never in all their lives paid so much attention to her, not even when he was on her team and she scored well.

"It sure is," she assured him. "Too long."

"A girl's hair can never be too long," he assured her, reaching for one of the braided plaits.

At one time, Eva would have instantly retorted that she did not notice he was wearing his hair that long. She would have asked why a girl's hair had to be any longer than a boy's. But she was now beginning to feel a reason even if she could not yet express what that reason was in so many words. She felt Chuck removing the elastic, and she couldn't bring herself to stop him. Her hair was very long, because her mother didn't want to have it cut. For the first time in years, she was feeling grateful in some inexplicable way for that long hair and her mother's strength of will. She knew that the length of it would impress the boys, and impressing them had become important.

Now she felt Chuck's finger drawing the strands apart, combing through it. He undid the other braid, too. Then he took his own comb out of his hip pocket and proceeded to comb it, the entire length. He didn't say much but kept combing and combing. It felt so good, that she watched the trees silently and let him comb. From time to time, he refilled her glass with the sweet cranberry-tasting punch, and she found herself growing giddy, wanting to float away, and not knowing at all what gave her such sublime feelings.

By the time Chuck kissed her, Eva was floating on such a pleasant euphoric cloud, that she didn't even realize how it got started. But she was aware now that there had been something alcoholic in the punch and that she was drunk! Gosh, it felt very good to be drunk. Why hadn't she ever gotten drunk before? It was at that point in her questioning that she felt strong hands pulling her to her feet so that she dropped her empty cup. She felt strong arms encircle her, and she saw Chuck's smiling handsome face before her blurred eyes. She brought her arms up as though it were the most natural and accepted action in the world and clung to Chuck's neck as he kissed her, opening her mouth eagerly to accept his tongue. Ned was a forgotten mirage. Wantonly, she rubbed her blossoming tits against Chuck's naked chest, enjoying the feeling of sensuality which the liquor had sent rippling through her body and Chuck's embrace was magnifying. She could feel his prick pressing against her belly. She felt it jerk slightly in his pants, and she knew he was aroused by her passionate kiss.

She thought liquor was supposed to smell, but his breath smelled sweet and warm, she thought numbly as she kissed him. Gosh, he really knew how to kiss, too. His lips were so soft. Eva was feeling slightly wicked, letting Chuck Christensen kiss her this way, right in front of everyone else. Suddenly, his mouth pressured hers open very wide, and his tongue slipped along her wetly parted lips before plunging in farther than before. She felt wonderful tremors of excitement course through her at such familiarity, such closeness. In spite of herself, instead of feeling angry or frightened, she was being oddly responsive to his invasion of her mouth. She clung to him almost as passionately as she had clung to Ned and ... and the dog! She allowed Chuck's moistly flicking tongue to fill her mouth for a long moment more, swirling round and round her own, before she drew back, giggling, of all things, to break the embrace.

Ned and Nina watched with amusement for a little while, but the scene was too much, and Nina was more the temptress than Eva. Her twelve-year old lips were already full and sensuous and often glistened invitingly because of her damn habit of moistening them constantly with the tip of her little pink tongue, making a guy want to taste them more and more each time he looked at them. She had adopted the habit from her mother without thinking.

By the time Ned turned to Nina, she was smiling, and her eyes said that she knew what he wanted to do and that it was just fine with her. She opened her arms to him, and he pressed in close to her, feeling the taut, hard-nippled firmness of her developing tits brand his chest hotly, even through her tank top. Then his lips were on hers, and her tongue flickered into his mouth to fuse with his, teasing along the ridged roof and over his teeth.

Christ Almighty, thought Ned. No wonder Chuck had given him trouble about switching girls for the picnic! Nina was a real surprise and knew how to French-kiss better than he had ever had any girl do it. Now he couldn't wait to get her other ways as well!

Nina Perry's hot probing tongue began to flash in and out of Ned's mouth as if she was trying to rape him with it, and he felt his prick give an involuntary leap of arousal. The dark-haired, freckle-nosed beauty seemed to sense his passion and wantonly ground her pelvis against his loins, moving her hips in a lewd circular motion. Christ in heaven, what was she doing? Wow, she was something. It felt like she trying to screw him standing up, right there with all their clothes on! Hell, she dry-fucked better than any girl he knew could actually make love, and his eagerly throbbing cock was almost erect from her erotic movements against him.

But then suddenly Nina withdrew her tongue from his mouth and pulled back, smiling sultrily at him, with her eyes smoky-looking and half-lidded. She smoothed down her tank top with the palms of her hands, and Ned flushed at the bulge along the right leg of his trousers. He darted a look to see if the others were watching, but they were too involved in their own lovemaking. Nina was laughing merrily as though he had told a joke, and he poured them each another punch from the jug, hoping his prick would go down. It was not that he would not use it later, but he and Chuck had planned a kind of four-way deal. Still, his mind was filled with lewd thoughts of Nina alone, how she would look and feel nakedly spread out beneath him on the ground with her cloud of dark hair tangled in his fingers while he fucked into the tightness of her hungering cunt again and again. His restlessly stirring cock ached with a growing lust, and it was rising again into half-erectness from his thoughts alone.

Ned Voss was sure his face and neck must be flushed red and not with sunburn. He supposed his pulsating prick could be seen by Nina. He and Chuck had meant to heat the girls up, but Eva would take much longer, and he had to wait. Would Nina become impatient or angry? She surely knew what was on his mind. Suddenly, she spoke.

"I can hear water, Ned. Where is it? Let's go see!"

That would be something to do while they waited for Chuck and Eva, he thought, grateful to her. He took her hand and led her up a little hill and through a ring of trees to a brook that was not more than six inches deep but was fast enough to sound like a river of miniature waterfalls as it rushed over all the stones that were scattered throughout its course. They were standing there watching the water, listening to its refreshing music, when Nina surprised him.

"Do you still have a hard-on, Ned? Let me see," she said, grinning. "Let me see if that beautiful freckled cock of yours is still hard!"

"What ... what do you mean 'freckled'?" He tried to keep everything light and easy, just for a little while longer. Chuck had not told him that Nina was this forward. Now he saw her eyes lower to the front of his trousers and her lips formed a mock pout when she saw that there was no longer a bulge present.

"I didn't think you just wanted to see the old brook," she said petulantly. But then she laughed softly, sensually. "I was sure you wanted to fuck me. I thought that you would like to put your big hard cock into my sweet cunt and fill me up with a great load of your cum. Wasn't I right, Ned Voss?"

Quite involuntarily, Ned's prick jumped once more into erection at the continued lasciviousness of Nina Perry. It was throbbing wildly in his pants and his brain was reeling. He and Chuck were supposed to be initiating these girls into sex, not the other way around. What was the matter with her; was she oversexed? Christ, maybe she had made every kid in her school and he and Chuck were just fools. She leaned close to him now and put her hand on his still naked chest. She let it remain there for a moment before she moved it slowly down over his stomach and began tantalizingly stroking the pulsating bulge in his pants.

"Well, Ned?" she asked, her breath like hot flowing honey against his cheek. "Did we come here to fuck or didn't we? Don't you want to fuck me?"

He didn't know what to think or say. Maybe it was the alcohol in the punch that affected her this way, although Eva had been given far more than Nina.

"Say, if you could wait a bit, Nina," he begged her. He thought he ought to turn and walk down stream a little, cooling her off that way, but he was rooted to the spot. The pressure of her gently kneading fingers on his balls and prick brought great swirling billows of heat rising upward through his loins, and his testicles ached almost painfully with sexual need.

"Wait for what, Ned?" she asked. "My cunt is on fire! Can't you tell? And your cock keeps getting big. What are we waiting for?"

Ned Voss was vainly trying to remember what his and Chuck's plans had been for the girls, but his attempts were in vain. His mind was a blank. Nina was rhythmically stroking his lust-swollen cock and balls now through his trousers, moving closer to him so that the tips of her still not full tits touched his chest. Then she leaned forward, and her lips touched his cheek. Her tongue came out like a molten firebrand and traced a quick, liquid path down over his jawline and then back up over his lips before she drew her head back again.

"Gosh, Nina!" he managed to say.

"I want to fuck, Ned," she pouted but in a sensuous tone of voice. "I want you to fuck me, and I want to fuck you. Don't you like to fuck?"

Christ, what a silly question. He was trembling almost uncontrollably, his mind awhirl with panic. He wished he could remember what the plans had been. He didn't want to spoil anything, but this was a staggering situation, and he simply couldn't think. He could feel the heat of lust rising still higher inside of him from her ministrations, from her lips and tongue, threatening to consume him completely. His whole being was crying out for release.

"First I'll suck you," the twelve-year old offered, and the licentious words tore through Ned like a hot knife. "First I'll take your big cock in my mouth and suck you. Maybe I'll even suck you until you cum, if you want, until you fill my mouth with your hot sticky semen. Then later we could fuck, too."

It didn't seem to Ned at this point that there was any reason why he couldn't make love to Nina first and then move on to whatever those magnificent group plans were that they had made. And they couldn't be that great anyway, he decided, if he couldn't even remember them!

"You think you want to?" he asked, not knowing whether he hoped she would say yes or no.

"Yes," she answered sensuously, squeezing and stroking down between his legs. "You do want me to suck you don't you, Ned? You want me to suck you and fuck you, suck you and fuck you, suck you and fuck you ..." She was bearing down at him while she crooned the obscenities, grinning, her eyes sparkling now where they were sensuously half-lidded before. It was as though she were trying to hypnotize him. Jesus! As though he had to be hypnotized to let himself get sucked off! What had Chuck been teaching this girl? Well, man, it was Chuck's fault if he couldn't wait for later. Ned had to have Nina right now. Nothing mattered but the acute pleasure-pain in his groin, nothing but this hot-blooded little pixie who was stroking and caressing him.

"Yes!" he hissed savagely. "Yes, goddamn it, Nina. What do you expect? Of course I want you to suck me. Do you think I'm nuts or something?"

Nina laughed throatily and stepped back, releasing his cock and balls. "Let's go swimming," she suggested.

He stated at her. "Swimming!" he exclaimed. "In there?" He pointed to the shallow brook.

"Sure. It's hot, and you know how much hotter it gets when you're fucking. Besides, wouldn't it be fun to sit in the water while I suck you off?"

Ned's temples were pounding with the liquor and the passion she had set to burning inside of him.

"Don't you think we should wait for the other kids?" he asked.

"Why?" she wanted to know, and he had no answer.

He wasn't sure he liked a girl to be quite this pushy, even if it was in sex, yet he was powerless to do anything but obey. Mutely, he stepped forward, intending to take over the initiative, to lead her somewhere, but she seemed to want to go not back into the woods as he led, but toward the water as she had suggested.

"It'll be so nice and cool," she purred. What could he do? "You know, my mother and father sometimes take baths together," she confided as she started to unbuckle his belt. "They probably don't think I know, but I do!" she said, smiling mysteriously. "I know a lot of things."

"Yes, I guess you do," he couldn't help agreeing. But she wasn't offended, even though his tone was a touch sarcastic.

Still her idea was beginning to arouse Ned to even more passionate heights. He and Nina fucking together in the water while Eva and Chuck might come upon them at any minute. The very lewd boldness of doing it outdoors, not in the shelter of the trees but in the brook, a rather open area, where they could have company! He was sure there were other people who knew this was a great picnic area. It was quite a chance to take, and yet the gamble made it all the more oddly exciting. Would she keep her word about sucking him off if they were out in the brook? Imagine getting a blow job so exposed like that? Imagine getting a blow job at all, actually! He had hardly expected such a thing. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to have such a thing happen, although he had heard of it, of course.

He noticed that although Nina 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 Eva'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 Ned 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?

Nina 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, Ned'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 Ned's face.

"Did you learn that from your mother?" Ned 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 peach-fuzzed cunt came into view. Ned sucked in his breath. His wildly burgeoning cock jumped, and he could feel seminal fluid ooze from the cockhead.

Nina finally stepped out of her panties and stood nakedly unashamed before him. Her legs were beginning to shape like Eva's were. They were thinning, looking longer and tapered. Her ass, though, was the masterpiece, Ned 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.

Nina laughed with appreciation. "When are you going to take off your clothes?" she asked. "Get naked, Ned. 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. Nina Perry 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 blood-swollen thick nine-incher jutted out from his loins like a huge, quivering fence post, the head an angry purplish red and slick 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.

Nina thought, too, how he wasn't as big as her father, but that, she figured, was something to be grateful for. After all, Ned 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, Ned," 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 Ned's throat, and he lunged forward, gathering Nina Perry 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.

Nina giggled teasingly, disengaging him. "Now don't you be impatient, Ned Voss," 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," Nina 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 ass between them. He knew that she was doing it on purpose, and he nearly went out of his mind.

Ned Voss'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."

Ned, 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.

Nina Perry 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.

"Do you want me to suck you now?" she asked innocently. "Do you want me to suck your big hard purple cock, Ned?"

"Oh, yes, please! Please suck it, Nina," he begged.

Nina lowered her head, and Ned watched her mesmerically as she first took a mouthful of the cool brook water and shot bubbles of it out of her mouth through her teeth. Her teasing further increased the passion which was seething inside the redheaded boy's body. She eased forward, positioning her head directly above the jutting head of his swollen rod, her dark hair floating around it, and her hand sliding through the cool water to grasp his cock at the base, like a skin diver sliding for treasure, her little finger teasing his bloated scrotum below.

The breath burst from Ned Voss's lungs in staccato explosions as he felt her hand on his genitals. Her cheeks were puffed out again from more water that she was retaining there.

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 Ned's being, and his hands came out of the brook involuntarily to tangle themselves in the dark wet tresses of Nina'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 oval 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. Ned'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, Ned?" she asked unnecessarily.

"Yes! Of course! Suck me, Nina, 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 cocktip, 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 mass of 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!" Ned moaned in rapturous passion as the combined sensations of Nina'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!" Nina 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. Ned 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 oddly exciting that he began to chant to her between bared teeth.

"Nina baby, suck it! Suck it! Suck it!"

Nina Perry'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 oval 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.


"I didn't see them leave, did you?" Eva suddenly asked, pulling herself out of Chuck's passionate embrace.

"Who cares?" was all he seemed able to mutter. He pulled her toward him again.

But Eva was feeling hungry and a little upset by the fact that Ned could so easily switch from her to Nina. It was not that she didn't like Chuck 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. Ned had started to make love to her yesterday, which by every rule she knew, was an expression of interest in her, Eva Peck! Why was he now giving his attention to Nina Perry? She didn't understand, and she was jealous.

"I'm hungry," she said, pushing Chuck away. "Let's find out if they'll eat now."

Chuck Christensen sighed. With all the alcohol he had poured into her by way of the punch, she still had her defenses up. Eva Peck was not an easy lay, as the saying went, nothing like Nina Perry! In fact, if he knew Nina and Ned ... Hey! Maybe that was the answer! There was no doubt that wherever Nina and Ned were, they were surely making love. What else did a guy do with Nina Perry? And since that was unarguably true, their love-making might very well be the solution to his problem with Eva! If Eva could watch someone else, someone who really knew how to make love, wouldn't that inspire her to want some of the same? Now Chuck was excited! Yes, he too wanted to find Ned and Nina.

"Are you hungry? Really?" he asked Eva. "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 ..." Chuck 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, Eva 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 Eva 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 Ned and Nina was to blame.

Nina was no prostitute. She couldn't be, and somehow Ned Voss 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. Nina Perry was kneeling now in the rushing stream of water amidst the stones and a naked tree root, her head slaving up and down over Ned Voss'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 bobbing 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 Eva'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 Ned Voss, and this was the way she was repaid!

However, Chuck 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 Nina's mouth and tongue were working around Ned'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 Eva Peck's soft resilient flesh trembling under his hands sent little ripples of heat flashing through his groin.

"Ned's quite the lover, isn't he?" Chuck said but with his eyes glued to Nina.

"Gollleeee!" Eva wailed in undisguised misery. "How could he? How could he?" She leaned back against Chuck 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, Eva?" Chuck asked softly, his voice almost hypnotic. "That's Ned and my girl friend, and they're making love, oral love, the best kind of love."

"Yes! Oh, no!" The words tore from little Eva'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 Ned Voss? The whole town would have had its collective eye on her. How embarrassed she would have been! Ned had to think of things like that. It wasn't fair! All Eva 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 Ned? 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 Nina do that to him while the girl he had first made love to ... but had she been first? Well, Chuck said that Nina was supposed to be his girl! What a sick, foul, perverted, disgusting thing to happen, right before Eva's and Chuck's eyes.

And speaking of Chuck, 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 Chuck 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, Chuck Christensen 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 Nina make love to someone else. It arouses your passions, doesn't it? It makes you want to make love yourself, doesn't it, Eva?" He was petting her very long blond hair.

"Oh, noooooo!" she moaned. What was the matter with Chuck? Had he taken leave of his senses, acting this way, talking like that? Was he crazy or something? She didn't know Chuck 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 Nina moves her mouth up and down a guy's cock?" Chuck 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, Eva?"

"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 Chuck 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 Ned Depow. No sireeee!

And she hated Chuck Christensen, also, hated him almost as much as she did Ned Voss, 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 Nina's undulating ass lashing the rushing water in lewd motion as she slavered her mouth up and down around Ned'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 Ned'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 Ned's.

"Watch them. See that? Watch, Eva," Chuck commanded hypnotically, holding her still, "Watch my girl suck Ned's hard cock."

His salacious words brought a gasp from Eva, but even so, she found herself obeying Chuck'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.

Suddenly, in spite of herself, Eva became aroused. She could feel her nipples harden beneath the shirt she wore, beneath the brassiere she had finally felt inspired to wear. She could feel her cuntal juices begin to flow as they had yesterday when Kane, the black-haired German Shepherd had brought her to her first climax. She tried to will the unwanted desire away, tried to turn her eyes from the lascivious sight of Ned and Nina, but she could do neither. The passion was growing inside her now, for once kindled, it was spread rapidly, like an inferno consuming her flesh, causing her to tingle deliciously all over.

Chuck Christensen, sensing her arousal, felt a growing triumph. It was going to work out even better that the plot he and Ned had hatched after all! Eva Peck was going to come across; he felt sure of it now. He had been right in his appraisal of the hidden depths of this girl, whom he had noticed in several baseball and hockey games for a couple of years now. He had suggested her to Ned before he had wanted her himself, but now, he could hardly wait!

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 Nina sucking Ned 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 Ned, Eva," he breathed into her ear. "My girl and Ned Voss fucking. That's what they're doing, you know. Nina is mouth-fucking Ned. Nina and Ned making love. Why shouldn't we make love, Eva? Why shouldn't you and I fuck? I want to fuck you, Eva. I want to fuck you right here, right now, while we watch your Ned and my Nina. I want to fuck you standing up here between the trees with your long hair blowing."

Eva Peck's twelve-year oldmind 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. Chuck'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 Chuck Christensen, handsome Chuck Christensen to make love to her!

The sudden, overwhelming realization made Eva'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 Ned, but Chuck 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 Ned no longer mattered, why not be fucked by Chuck? What could Ned 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!

"Eva," the handsome dark athlete was whispering, "Eva, I want to fuck you while we stand here watching Nina suck off Ned! Doesn't that sound exciting? Eva? I want to fuck you while we ..."

"Yes! Yes!" she heard herself hissing. "Yes, Chuck, yesssss! I want you to fuck me!"

Chuck'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 Ned and Nina 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.

Eva 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!

Chuck Christensen'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. Chuck 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.

Eva felt the athletically strong fingers of Chuck Christensen teasing along the silk-encased material of her little white asscheeks, his nails digging lightly into the resilient, 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, Eva could see Nina Perry pulling Ned Voss'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. Nina's white ass undulated madly in the sunlight, and Ned 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 Nina 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, Eva 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 Nina Perry suck and lick the redheaded former mayor's son's swollen cock. Behind her, Chuck Christensen 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 Eva'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, peach-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. Eva 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. Chuck pressed forward again, and Eva 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.

Oh, God! He's going to do it to me with his big, hard prick, she thought. She knew he was going to do it to her, but then she had asked him for it. After all, she owed Ned nothing. In fact, she had not let Ned do it. Of course, there had been the dog, Kane. Imagine, losing your virginity to a dog! Would anyone believe it? And why wasn't she ashamed of it? Why wasn't she ashamed of any of this? Maybe she was no better than a whore! Maybe her mother was right, that there were two kinds of women, ladies and perverts. It was a great joke to her mother, and Eva had never known quite what she meant by it, but she knew now. And she, Eva Peck, might well be the opposite of her mother. She might be a pervert!

Chuck Christensen worked the blood-swollen cockhead of his long ten-inch, heavily-veined cock up and down in Eva's moist, soft cunt with increasing fervor. Christ, this was really going to be good! he told himself. It was going to be one of the best fucks he had ever had. He could sense it, feel it in the marrow of his bones. His balls already felt as if they contained lead weights, and his blood-swollen cock throbbed and jerked with the need to fuck her. He was going to get his nuts after about ten strokes, he was so goddamned excited! But what the hell, this wasn't going to be the last time he would screw Eva Peck. Once he had done it, she was a member of their club, and he was quite sure she would have lost all interest in playing baseball!

"I'm going to fuck you now, Eva," he whispered lasciviously. "I'm going to put my rock-hard cock into your hungering cunt and fuck you until you scream your little head off! How's that?"

"Oh, yes, Chuck!" Eva heard herself agree in a half whisper. "Please fuck me. Please!"

"Better reach behind you then and take my cock into your hand," he commanded. "Put it into your cunt, Eva. Put it in!"

Eva, groaning with the billows of fire that were racing through her bloodstream, obeyed the order, reaching behind her to grasp the fleshy, lubricated, slick head of Chuck's magnificent hard cock. God, it seemed so big to her! Could she take all of such a thing inside? It seemed incredible, and yet she had to do it! She had to! Yes, of course she could take it. Eva splayed her legs wider apart, bracing herself against the tree with her eyes feasting on the lewdly jerking couple in the brook just beyond the trees and guided the young fourteen-year old athlete's lust-thick cock to her cuntal orifice, placing it there at the door of the tingling, expectant hole as if it were a battering ram at the huge doors of some medieval castle. Then she eased the blood-swollen head inside, reveling in the delicious sensations which were reducing her to nothing more than a quivering mass of lewd flesh.

"Fuck me, Chuck!" she pleaded. "Hurry! Hurry! Hurrrryyy!"

"Yes, I'll fuck you," Chuck murmured, and he couldn't control himself any longer. He levered forward with all the power in his hips and pelvis, sending his huge lust-hardened cock tearing along the warm, wet, yielding walls of her cunt like some terribly destructive machine created to wreak havoc by a madman. He felt like a doomsday machine! The fleshy head slammed against her cervix, and his loins ground against her jutting asscheeks, and his balls bounced resoundingly against her wet pubic mound below.

"Aaahhhggg! Oh, God, gosh, Chuck! You're so big!" Eva grunted as he withdrew slightly and levered forward again.

The fourteen-year old boy's hands came around to cup and knead her tits, his breath hot and ragged on the back of her neck. He couldn't control himself now. There weren't going to be any preliminaries, any slow and easy build-up. He was just going to fuck her, fuck her as if they were two rutting beasts, fuck her the way he wanted to fuck, the way he knew instinctively that she wanted to fuck! He began to saw into her, back and forth, withdrawing his long lust-hardened shaft almost all the way out and then fucking forward again to bring groans of tormented pleasure bubbling from Eva's young inexperienced lips.

"Do you like it?" he hissed. "Do you like my hard cock in your belly like this?"

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes, I love it inside of me, Chuck! It's so big, so good in my belly!"

"You know I'm going to fill you up with my cum, Eva!" he moaned, fucking faster and faster into her wet, butter-soft cuntal hole. "I'm going to fill you up like a bottle is filled with cream!"

"Yes! Fill me like that, Chuck! I'll like that. I'll love it! Fill me with cum!"

It felt so good inside of her, she thought in her punch-fogged, passion-addled brain. The forbidden, illicit prick violating her body felt so good, so wonderful. She decided that if she was a pervert, so be it. The next time her mother spoke of there being two kinds of women, ladies and lewdies, she would really have a laugh, Eva would. Well, she wanted to be a pervert now. It felt so fantastically good. She had been a lady long enough ... well, a tomboy lady, anyway! She could see Ned's freckled face. She watched how he was twisting and jerking. He was going to cum any second now, she guessed. So was she herself! So was Chuck!

Eva watched Nina's mouth work harder and faster on Ned's lewdly bloated cock in the swirling water of the brook, work with incredible speed until her dark head seemed to be a blur of motion. Ned was levered up almost out of the water now, driving his loins into the pretty face, thrusting her flailing head down on his blood-hardened too] to bend it from side to side with her insatiable lips and tongue. Her hand kneaded and caressed his balls, urging him on to climax, and suddenly Eva Peck saw Ned Voss's mouth fly open as he fucked upward maniacally. A strangled scream that must have been heard for miles, it seemed, tore from his throat!

"I'm cuumminng!" he howled, and Nina pulled her head back so that only the dark head of his blood-engorged cock was between her churning her mouth and lips crazily as the first molten jet of his hot creamy cum burst into her mouth from his overflowing scrotum. Nina's cheeks hollowed and bloated, hollowed and bloated as she milked his erupting cock, swallowing voraciously to keep from choking as he flooded his wan-n white sperm deep into her mouth.

Eva watched Ned's cum dribbling out around Nina's wildly sucking mouth, rolling down over her wet and bubbled chin to commingle with the gushing waters of the little brook, and the sight of such salacious perversion triggered her own climax. She buffeted back against Chuck's thick still-fucking cock like some barnyard beast, her hips churning against his loins, reveling in the lewd slapping sounds of his balls smacking down against her pussy and the wet sucking noises of his hotly pulsating cock as it fucked into her convulsing young cunt. Her entire being was filled with her beginning orgasm, and her wildly exalting body trembled and vibrated at the onslaught of the dark young athlete's invading lewd shaft.

"Chuck! Oh, Chuck! Chuck!" she wailed mindlessly. "Chuck, I'm going ... going ... I'm going to cum! Oh, Chuck, I'm there! I'm there! I'm oooohhhhh!"

"I am ... too ... cuummingg," he groaned behind her, unable to control the spinning heat in his balls. With one final almost sadistic lunge, he came in time to her cumming, spewing forth a great, burning surge of churning white semen far, far up into her wildly quivering womb. He was moaning in orgiastic rapture, filling her belly with his sperm, inundating her with it. Eva's young avid pussy flowered open around Chuck's wildly spasming cock, and her juices exploded to mingle with his deep inside her still-contracting belly.

Well, she couldn't compare him with Ned, but she could certainly compare him with Kane and safely say that she had never known an orgasm like this in her life! At least, not so far!

It was just as if she had been transported out of her own body, transported to some far-reaching galaxy on soft, gentle clouds. She knew nothing but incomparable rapture for long soulless, mindless minutes, floating, her mind drifting and expanding as if with an injection of some hallucinogenic drug as Chuck Christensen's lusty cock gave one final jerking spurt of cum and then began to rapidly deflate, draining in her cunt as it went limp. Finally it slipped from her sperm-flooded passage with a soft, obscene popping sound, trailing sticky strands of cobwebby semen from her saturated cuntal slit.

Eva slumped forward onto her knees on the ground and emitted a long blissful sigh of satiation as she saw Nina collapse across Ned in the water and kiss him passionately on the mouth with his cum still painting the twelve-year old dark-haired beauty's lips and chin. Eva was almost comatose in the aftermath of her tremendous orgasm, and she only vaguely felt Chuck's strong arms lift her up from the ground and, scooping up their clothing in a few fast movements, guide her back to their picnic area. There was a question on her mind, but she didn't have the energy to ask it and would have been embarrassed to do so anyway. What she wondered was whose girl was she now.

"Well, that was as good as hitting a home run, wasn't it?" Chuck asked as they were dressing.

Home run? After that, was baseball still the only thing on his mind? Eva was sure that Ned Voss would never make such an absurd simile! She said nothing while she finished dressing but she decided that if she had any say in whose girl she was, it wasn't going to be Chuck Christensen. He could have his old baseball... and his hockey, as well, for that matter.


When Nina and Ned finally returned to the picnic area, Eva busied herself with putting lunch out for everyone and avoiding both eyes and conversation. When they sat down to eat the generous sandwiches that Ned had brought ... Eva had never seen so much roast beef between two slices of bread ... the red-haired Lothario started to tell them of his last summer. His family had taken him out to the Finger Lakes in New York. He bragged about the Muskie he caught that was nearly as tall as he was when he held it up on the line. He had gone boating on Seneca Lake and swimming in an Olympic pool.

"One that size, you mean," Nina corrected him, and Eva wondered how she knew anything about it.

"Yeah, you could fit all the pools in this town inside it," Ned went cheerily on. Gosh, if Eva's mother had interrupted Eva's father like that, he would have gone straight through the roof and refused to speak to her the rest of the day! Eva was impressed by the freckle-faced boy's good nature.

No one else had much to say about their vacations, which were pretty humdrum in relation to Ned's. He told how he had seen glass being blown through very long tubes and described how red the liquid glass glowed when it was taken from the furnace by the apprentice. Eva had watched little glass Disney figures made in a department store, but what Ned had seen were the beautiful hand-blown, hand-etched Stubenware pieces. Eva spoke up.

"I know what those are. My mother has a collection of pictures. She collects the advertisements for those. Someday she wants one," Eva ended lamely, suddenly aware of how poor that made her parents look.

"My mother has some. I'll have to show you!" Ned said enthusiastically, then went on to the surprise toward which he had b