Rod Strong: The innocence of children

"I dunno," Billy replied. "I heard one of the guys who was here with my mom and dad kidding around about my mom being representative of some kind of vestal virgin. I'll have to ask my dad what it means, some day."

Shirley giggled. She knew what virgin meant. It was one of the few things she knew, and she giggled. Though Billy didn't know it, he had been right in calling her one.

Billy was frowning at her laughter. Shirley noticed it. His hand left her thigh as he turned her to face him. He pressed his body against hers, and she could feel his hard cock rubbing into her bare pubis as well as the lower part of her belly. Harold, behind her, was pressing his smaller cock against the cheeks of her ass, and she was able to feel the heat of the two penises. She realized they were hotter than the other parts of the boys' bodies.

Shirley didn't know why, but this was a lot of fun. They weren't really doing anything, yet she was getting the biggest kick out of it. She loved rubbing her soft, satin flesh against the firmer, harder flesh of the boys. And she felt a thrill shoot through her as she was revolved a hundred and eighty degrees, feeling the two penises rub against her outer thighs as she turned to face Harold. Billy's hands were on her shoulders, massaging and rubbing them.

Shirley stared at Harold, the younger boy, whose eyes were, for some reason, fastened to her boyish nipples. She glanced down and saw his cock standing out stiffly from between his thighs. The hard, pulpy cock-head was pressed against her, pointing upward. She could see the tiny slit in the mottled head, and watched as the tiny, sticky tear oozed from it. The slit seemed to peer at her as if it were a sightless eye.

Shirley quietly sighed as Billy's hands massaged her shoulders. Her eyes were still riveted on Harold's throbbing penile point. It was as if the unseeing eye in his glans had hypnotized her.

Billy was pulling gently on her shoulders, arching them back, making her shapeless, flat breasts stand out as he had seen the man do to his mother.

Even though her breasts had not yet begun to take shape. Shirley's tiny nipples began swelling. When she felt Harold's hard stick trying to poke between her thighs, she clamped her loins together, even covering her youthful mons with one hand while bringing her other arms across her flat breasts.

A shudder ran through the girl as Billy's hot breath oozed in her left ear. He was breathing deeply, and she could feel the pressure of his face in her hair. Her mother had sprinkled a little rose water in her hair to keep her smelling nice. Billy pressed closer to her, and she could feel his larger cock trying to nudge its way between her closed thighs, promising unspoken pleasure if she yielded.

The feel of the solid cock, poking into her behind, and the sight of the slightly smaller young penis in front seemed to build this new heat even higher in Shirley's body. The little girl was no longer concerned with hiding her body from anyone's sight, and she lowered her arms.

Billy leaned into her, letting his chest press against her back, pushing Shirley toward Harold. This was one crazy game, all right. Harold was still staring at her brown nipples, but by now, Shirley was getting used to it. She could see his erect, young joint quivering, and watched as he spread his legs, then reached down and scratched his scrotum. She was wondering why boys had those bags of flesh behind their cocks.

"Boy, this is making me thirsty," Harold said, breaking the spell that had been building between the three children.

There was a table near them, and on it were empty plastic glasses, and a bottle of soda. Harold grabbed the bottle, made sure the top was off, then poured some soda into one of the plastic glasses, and took a sip. Shirley heard his swishing the root beer around in his mouth, and then Harold suddenly leaned forward, and sprayed some on each of her nipples.

She jumped, wanting to push him away, and she said, "Hey, that's disgusting." But the liquid splashing on her sensitive nipples felt strangely arousing. And the pre-teen liked the way Billy was kissing the nape of her neck. It not only made her all the warmer inside, but made the root beer on her nipples build the tingling sensation through her to where she actually enjoyed feeling it drip down her body.

Shirley watched as Harold grabbed a chair and sat in front of her, then saw him lean forward and begin licking the root beer as it dripped down her body. The pressure of his tongue on her flesh felt so good. His hands gripped her young hips and held the young girl steady as his tongue licked higher and higher, until they came to her root beer-covered nipples. His extended tongue licked the root beer off one, and Shirley writhed as the tickling oral digit circled her small aureole again and again. Her body quivered as if tiny electrical thrills were shooting through it. The girl could feel currents shooting from her tiny nipples straight down the middle of her body, through her belly and into her vagina.

Billy smiled, looking at Harold. The boy was doing more than his own parents had done. This was really gonna be fun.

Shirley felt the larger boy's joint press against the separation between her asscheeks. She could feel the heat pouring from her young vagina, and had no idea why she should feel such stimulation there, of all places.

"Gee," she said, "this really is a lot of fun."

"Didn't I tell you?" Billy whispered into her ear, and the whispering drove her even crazier as the hot breath burned through her.

Shirley looked down at Harold's bobbing head, watching as he turned his oral attention to her other breast. She felt his tongue lick the nipple faster and faster, building the heat even higher in her young body.

"Oooooh gee!" she gasped. "I feel so wet in my vagina."

The juices in the lass's girlish cunt churned and bubbled, and came frothing out of her, soaking her vaginal lips and wetting Shirley's girlish mons. Her hot inner canal felt so squishy as the oily substance continued welling up all the more strongly within her, oozing from between her pouting, puffy labia. Gee! She had never felt anything like this before in her life. Shirley wondered why her young body was reacting this way.

The girl's blood was pounding through her veins and arteries, and she began twitching and jerking involuntarily. She would have fallen had Billy not been holding her, and she spread her thighs in order to stand. She felt the steely fleshpole pressing into her buttocks slide downward and then ease between her parted loins. Shirley could feel it slithering between her scorching, soaking thighs, and she moaned, knowing she liked this game. The squooshy movement of Billy's cock, rubbing between her thighs, filled her ears and she writhed again, but neither of the boys seemed to notice.

Shirley watched as Harold's wet, pink tongue, extended as far from his mouth as possible, continued licking her nipples. His tongue swept across her flat breasts, lapping the white surface of flawless girl-flesh. She noted the root beer had been completely swallowed up by Harold's mouth. Shirley's smooth white skin was tawny and glistening, covered as it was with the warm saliva from Harold's mouth.

Billy's hands slid around her biceps, his palms now rubbing her shoulder blades, but always returning to her shoulders and tugging them back to keep her girlish chest thrust out. His large palms and thick fingers made her wriggle even more as she felt them stroke down the length of her back. Shirley felt a radiating heat through her body as his fingers moved lower and began tickling the pliant cheeks of her young buttocks. She stiffened when Billy's fingers began trying to pry her crack wider.

But all the while, Shirley stared at Harold, watching as his glassy eyes remained riveted on her breasts, and his tongue continued teasing her nipples. Knowing her bosom was like that of most boys, Shirley wondered what it was about her nipples that so fascinated Harold. She couldn't know he was seeing them as they would be in a few years, rather than as they were now.