Rod Strong: The innocence of children

Shirley felt his hand drop to her firm, girlish thigh, while the other hand continued to massage her neck. Billy was so sure of himself. Just because he'd been with her twice, he thought he could master her anytime he pleased. Well let him think that for now. She'd fix his bottom, but good.

The girl felt the hot, thrilling touch of his hand on her leg. It felt good. If he'd been open and honest with her, and had not tried to do any of this movie stuff, she would have been glad to give herself to him again and again and again. Well, since this was going to be the last time with him, she figured she might as well enjoy herself. His hand felt good, rubbing her leg, and she sighed, letting him know to continue. A soft, light fog seemed to cover her eyes and she felt her entire body blissfully relax.

"Yeah, hey that's better," Billy murmured in her ear, and his heated breath built knew flames in her. He really knew how to do things right. He must have learned it all watching his parents.

Her body stiffened a little as she realized his other hand was hanging down over her flat chest, reaching for her other thigh, stroking it through the thin material of her yellow dress. Damn! She was enjoying his hands. She should push them away and tell him to go stroke a porcupine, considering what he had originally intended with those films. But she let him continued to knead and massage her flesh as if nothing was wrong.

She could tell he was taking his time, not wanting to hurry. The son of a bitch knew he had it made with her, and he took it one step at a time. At least he wasn't taking it for granted he could just jam his fingers into her cunt. For that, she was grateful. He remembered she was the kind of girl who would do anything as long as one moved slowly, carefully. But if he hurried things, Shirley would have normally panicked.

Even now, the young girl, because of her anger, felt like pushing his hands away, but her body was so used to that good feeling, she found herself unable to fight him at the moment. Her brain felt somewhat numbed because she knew she was going to submit, even if it wasn't too quickly. Her body responded with shuddering, perverse verve, as if it had a life all its own.

As far as Shirley was concerned, this whole thing was proving how weak she was when it came to resisting a male. She was already losing control of herself, in spite of the fact that she no longer had any real liking for Billy. Her stomach felt twitches of excitement and thrills as sensation after sensation began enlarging in her womb. She could already sense the gathering moisture at the mouth of her vulva, forming a slithery lubrication between her thighs, causing her to unconsciously open and close her thighs in an increasing, mounting, writhing sexual rhythm. Golly, she felt lost.

Billy's hands were no longer on her thighs. They were rubbing all over her body. She wanted to gain some kind of control over herself. The licentious sensations she felt were making her tremble with a strong lascivity. Yet somehow she seemed unable to do anything but lie on the kitchen seat, accepting Billy's salacious fondling.

Shirley felt Billy's hand move back to her thigh, and then she wriggled, feeling it snake up the hem of her dress, crawl up her leg like a searching insect, the fingers slowly insinuating themselves under the elastic leg band of her panties. She writhed as his probing fingers began rubbing her bare pelvis. When a second finger joined the first on her puffed-up vaginal mound, electricity seemed to shoot through her. But he didn't stop there. Billy's hand glided lower, his middle finger stiff and erect, until the wickedly probing tip came in sudden and direct contact with the hot, wet, furrow of her sodden pussy.

Still emotionally upset by what Billy had intended doing with those pictures, Shirley tried to close her mind to what she was feeling. Unfortunately, she couldn't. She was fully conscious of everything he was doing to her, and her body was accepting it, even if her mind didn't like him.

When Billy opened the top of her dress and smoothly unzipped the lower half, pulling the entire garment down over her hips, Shirley offered no resistance. She felt his fingers tug her undershirt up over her head, and then he was peeling her panties down and off. They moved over her trim young legs, letting him see the anxious wetness of her dilated, pink vagina. Shirley offered no resistance. She felt his fingers tug her undershirt up over her head, and then he was peeling her panties down and off. They moved over her trim young legs, letting him see the anxious wetness of her dilated, pink vagina.

"Gee, Shirley," Billy whispered. "You're one terrific girl. You have a great bod. I'll bet all the guys in school would pay one helluva lot to do something with you."

"Billy, I'm not that kind of girl, and you know it," she admonished. "I do what I want to do because I like it. I'm not for sale," she insisted, torn between her mental loathing for him, and her physical need.

The sensation of displaying her naked body to this boy who had wanted to use her, and the cool air dancing over her tiny nipples contrasted pungently with the delightfully lewd sensations she was feeling burning through her entire self.

She watched, almost in a daze, totally hypnotized by the lascivious sight as Billy Kapp stood up, then peeled off his clothing. It wasn't as if this was the first time. But every movement seemed to convey it was brand-new for him, and made her feel all the more wickedly licentious. One thing was certain, and that was, fucking him had affected his cock the way Harold Schaff's first orgasm had affected his cock. Billy now had a long, thick, almost man-sized cock. It stood out, pointed at her like a huge wooden log, waving around like a billy. Shirley realized there was no way to turn off the raging fire in her aching groin. It was a demanding blaze, and it blistered through her, building the heat within to unbearable proportions. She shut her eyes for a moment, closing out the sight of Billy's deliciously naked body. Her mind also tried to shut out the feelings his hand had provoked within her.

"I'll bet you're really dying to be fucked again," Billy whispered to her. "I know I am. Boy, I can't wait to fill you up with my cock."

Billy's self-assurance bothered Shirley. He was taking her for granted. This was another thing she didn't like.

"Don't overrate yourself," she snapped, though her gasping voice didn't sound at all convincing.

"Oh come on, Shirl," he said. "This is the first time we're together without that pest, Harold, butting in. This time we can really ball up a storm. Hey, your lady friend is terrific. Where'd you find her?"

"It's a secret," Shirley replied.

"Hey, does she fool around too?"

"As a matter of fact, she told me she has a fondness for guys your age."

"Hey, you gotta be kidding. Is that the truth?"

"Cross my heart," Shirley nodded.

"No kidding," Billy whispered. "Hey, let's do something a little different. I mean, you and Harold screwed on top of the piano, yesterday. Let's you and me use the kitchen table."

Before Shirley could object, Billy had hauled her to her feet and had hoisted her onto the bare kitchen table. It had a white formica top, with red and blue threads running through it looking like little capillaries.

Though Shirley should have objected, she didn't when Billy parted her thighs and let his fingers play against the hairless slit between her puffy cuntlips. He sat on the seat in front of her, staring into the depths of her seething cunt, and she felt the tip of his middle finger tease her clitoris, sending it springing into involuntary rigidness. Forbidden sparkles of total, physical desire seemed to leap up through Shirley's body from the pit of her belly. The smug, self-assured rat. She was already too far gone to resist. In the future, she would have to stay away from the start. Oh heck! She was willing to bet, once Miss Wagner introduced her to adult men, guys like Billy would never again seem interesting.