Anonymous - She!

"So unless I get to do stuff too, I'm telling."

"What stuff?" Billy said sarcastically.

"Stuff like you were doing. Kissing each other and looking at everything with your clothes off. You know."

Billy looked at me for guidance but I didn't know what to do.

"What do you mean, Marshall?" I asked.

"I want you to kiss my peepee, too," he said. "And let me kiss yours, too. Like Billy did." He was jealous.

"You're too little," Billy said dismissively.

"Am not!" Marshall protested. "I can do anything you can!"

"Okay, okay," I said then to stop the dissent. "What do you want?"

"I told you," he said. "I want to see you like Billy did. With no clothes." I squirmed nervously. I didn't really like the fact that Billy had looked at me and that, now, he kept touching me at totally inappropriate times and in inappropriate locations. How much worse would it be if Marshall joined in?

"I don't think you should, Marshall," I said. "It's not good. Really."

"Well, I think it would be," he said with a frown. "Anything Billy gets to do, I get to do too." He was adamant.

"It's only fair," Billy said beside me. "So what do you want?" he said to his brother.

I could see that he didn't know what he wanted in practical terms. Then he seemed to make a decision.

"Come down here on the floor with me." Billy stood up and reached for my hand, almost pulling me to my feet. He led me to a spot near Marshall and then sat down cross- legged on the floor next to his smiling brother. With a sigh, I sat down beside them.

"First, take your shirt off, like you did for Billy." I hadn't really done that but I knew what he meant. I crossed my arms in front of me, grabbed the hem of my tanktop, and pulled it off over my head. I wore nothing under it. His eyes got big as he looked at my naked chest. "Neat!"

Immediately, his hands went to my breasts, touching the soft mounds and pressing against them.

"They're different than my chest," he said. "Softer. And those things," he was pointing to my nipples, "are a bunch bigger than mine." They were getting hard from the cooler room air and the close scrutiny of the two boys.

"So what are you going to do?" Billy said, disgruntled.

"Just hang on. I'm getting there," the younger boy said. "Is it okay if I touch you?" he asked me softly. I nodded. I leaned back on my arms, crossing my legs in front of me and hoping this was all the further he wanted to go.

He moved one hand to my nipple as he scrunched closer to me, the TV ignored now. He inspected and turned and twisted it, smiling when I would let out a little noise in reaction to his manipulations.

"Does it feel good?" he asked.

"Of course it does, silly," Billy said. He seemed as rapt as Marshall.

"I wasn't asking you," he said to his brother with a frown.

Chastised, Billy added, "If you do that enough, she has a orgasm." Marshall's fingers never stopped their manipulation and his eyes never wavered from my chest but he still spoke.

"What's a orgasm?"

"That's when it feels really good for her and she sort of gets real wild and excited."

"Yeah?" Marshall said. He looked into my eyes.

"You like that?" he asked. I nodded, biting my lower lip. "I still want to see the rest." I drew in my breath. I was hoping this wouldn't happen. "Take off your pants, too, Sue." I saw from his look and the removal of his hand from my nipple that I had little choice.

I undid the button and unzipped my shorts. I lifted myself to push them down off my hips. Rolling and squirming, I got them down onto my thighs before Billy grabbed them and pulled them the rest of the way down.

"This is neat," Billy sighed. "She's got interesting stuff different than us." He couldn't help leading his brother.

"Yeah? Okay. Well, let me see." Reluctantly, I spread my legs, still holding myself up on my arms. "No. Lay down so I can see better." I did, spreading my legs a little as he lowered his face to my middle.

"Look," Billy said as the guide. "She's got this sort of loose skin stuff but it opens up. See?" He was holding me open.

"I'm looking," Marshall said, brushing his hands away.

"Okay," Billy said. "But you'll never find her little penis thing if you don't know where to look."

"Okay, so show me where it is then. But I get to do the touching and stuff."

"Whatever." Billy spread my labia again and pointed out the little nubbin of my clitoris.

"That's nothing," Marshall said. "Just some skin or something."

"Yeah? Well, try rubbing it for a second. Then it gets a bunch bigger and she really likes that." Upset that he was being led again by his more knowledgeable brother, he still put his finger on my clit and started rubbing. He was surprised when I reacted to the manipulation. "That's the part she really likes you to lick," Billy added. Marshall just continued to rub it until I was starting to go crazy. Then he stopped.

"No!" I said. "You can't stop now! Please!"

"See?" Billy said.

"You really like to have it licked?" Marshall asked. I nodded breathlessly. "Okay then."

His mouth dropped to my middle, his tongue wildly, unreserved, started lapping at my clit. I dropped my head back to intensify the feeling of it until I felt my orgasm overwhelm me.

"Hey, neat!" Marshall said then, leaving me just before I was finished. It left a needful itch. "What else?" he asked his brother, now apparently resolved to follow his big brother's advice as he hadn't before.

"Do here," Billy pointed out. "She's got a hole and you can put your whole finger in it. Or even more than one finger."

"Yeah?" Marshall said, looking closely. "It looks like a butt hole."

"Sort of but different. It's not smelly or anything. I mean the same way anyway. It smells but it smells sort of good. And not only that but wet stuff comes out of it."

"Really?" Marshall put a finger tentatively into my pussy and I spread my legs to give him access without hurting me.

"It tastes pretty good, too," Billy added. Marshall had added a finger and then another. His smaller fingers didn't hurt or spread me like Billy's larger ones. "Jeez," Billy said as he watched Marshall bunch all four fingers and push into me.

"How big is it?" Marshall asked and pushed inward. That was quite a lot to take. Again I threw my head back and moaned. "She likes that too, huh?"

"Yeah," Billy said, distracted watching Marshall's hand in me. He seemed determined now to get it all inside me as he twisted and turned it.

"Careful! Careful, don't hurt me," I moaned as he pushed his hand into me.

"Jeez!" Billy moaned. "You can get your whole hand inside her. I didn't know it was that big!" I could feel his fingers exploring my insides as I reacted by raising and lowering my leg to the feelings he was imparting.

"Go in and out, Marsh," Billy urged and the younger boy began doing it. My middle was pumping up and down with the feelings he was building in me as he pushed into me and pulled back. "Wow! Neat!"

"Does that hurt, Sue?" Marshall asked, awe in his voice.

"No!" I hissed. "Don't stop!" He did it some more, a little faster and my orgasm – one like I'd never felt – took over my entire body. This time I climaxed completely and for a long time before it finally passed and my body relaxed again. He pulled his hand out of me.

"Was that good?" he asked from over me. I smiled up at him. "Yes," I said. "That was really good."

"Better than when Billy did it?"

"Different," I said. "Really good."

"Does that mean that you'll kiss my peepee like you did Billy's?"

"Uh huh," I moaned.

Before I'd gotten my eyes to properly focus, I knew that he was laying beside me on the floor with his pants down around his ankles. I turned over on top of him, lowered my mouth to his tiny hairless cock, and sucked him until he had a climax. He didn't produce any semen yet but he still had all the right feelings and I was happy that he'd enjoyed it.