Rod Strong: The innocence of children

Shirley felt Harold's hands gripping her buttocks. His fingers were where Billy's fingers had been before, tugging her cheeks apart, tickling her anal sphincter. Now Harold was standing up, raising her body even higher. As Harold stood, Billy moved back a little and sat on the leather seat behind him. Shirley felt her shoulders pressing into Billy's chest now. Her head was resting on one of his shoulders, and he was kissing her ear again. Her lower half was now higher than her upper half, as Harold remained on his feet, his hands sliding around from beneath to grip her belly while her thighs remained hanging over his shoulders, shins and feet dangling loosely.

Shirley was panting heavily now, and the moans coming from her throat echoed through her ears. She wondered if either of the boys were aware of her sighs. She felt so totally helpless as the passion inside her seemed to rage and shudder. At this moment she felt so utterly defenseless. Shirley was unaware that her hot little cunt was on a level with his chin, and the boy was trying to hoist her body just the littlest bit higher so he could bring her split even with his mouth.

Although Harold had never dreamed of doing this, cuntlapping was something he, Billy, and other boys and discussed in school, in the boy's room. All the guys claimed it was something fabulous, and now that Harold had the opportunity to find out, that was precisely what he intended doing.

Shirley felt his hands pressing into her buttocks, trying to lift her just the littlest bit higher. And then she felt his cheeks rubbing against her inner thighs as Harold's nose came closer to her dripping, sopping nest. She could hear him deeply inhaling her natural feminine perfume, and wondered if he was a little crazy, being so obsessed with her vagina this way. She felt Harold stagger for a moment after a particularly deep inhalation. Then she felt a hot stream of air come from his pursed lips into the tenderness of her naked cuntlips.

She squealed and would have shouted had not Billy turned her face toward his and planted a kiss on her mouth. She felt Billy's tongue eel into her mouth, and Shirley eagerly sucked on it, even biting and chewing it in her anxiety.

Shirley could feel Harold's heated breath becoming stronger as his face moved closer, and she knew he was reaching the parts of her body he had hoped to reach. And he was going to do something to her she had never had done before, and the girl became anxious to feel it.

Shirley was totally unprepared for the pressure of Harold's tongue as it lashed out like a snake whip. It zeroed in on the target of her hot vagina, then punctured the hairless folds and pierced into the heart of the pulsing, bright-pink, pear-shaped swell. Shirley felt the tip of Harold's tongue press into the tiny, narrow valley, moving solidly and firmly, licking its way up and down. She felt the flat of the tongue brush over her soft vaginal lips, lapping at her hidden clitoris, then moving down to touch the very bottom of the box.

She responded by jerking her torso convulsively in Harold's hands, noting he had her ass firmly under control as he held the offering of her cunt up to his face. Her head rolled on Billy's shoulder as her lips continued sucking on his tongue, chewing, biting, and licking. She could feel her shoulders, damp with perspiration, rubbing against Billy's wet body, itself coated with sweat. He was supporting her weight with his shoulders and chest as he leaned back, while his hands continued toying with her small nipples. Shirley was still unable to understand these obsessions. Why should they want to play with her flat breasts?

Now Shirley became aware of Harold's tongue probing all the more deeply into her, running into her vaginal tunnel, then licking its way out. He teased her by lapping, then pulling his tongue back for a moment. With his tongue no longer touching Shirley, Harold sent a blast of hot breath against her quivering cunt. He breathed into her hot twat again and again, and Shirley bucked and gasped, feeling the movement of his hot breath, but hearing it whistle through her taut pussy. It was almost as if her labial curtains being parted by his breath.

"Ummmuuuggghhh!" she gasped, her mouth still pressed to that of Billy, her thighs shivering and her heels kicking Harold's back. She slammed her shoulders against Billy's body, and he had to clutch her breasts tightly to keep her from slipping. He wished her body was somewhat developed so he could have some tit to grip. He could tell Shirley was aching to get her hot cunt back into Harold's mouth.

"Easy," Shirley heard Billy whisper. "I've seen my main this position a couple of times. Don't struggle too much. Raise your pussy a little and make it easier for Harold's mouth to reach."

If she heard Billy, Shirley gave no indication. She groaned and sighed, feeling Billy kiss her again to keep her groans from getting too loud. At the same time, she felt Harold moving around a bit toward the wall seat, and then he gripped her ankle and brought her thigh off his shoulder, letting her foot dig into the seat, giving her some leverage. But Shirley felt her other thigh remain heavily on Harold's other shoulder.

Even so, she gasped, feeling the solid seat under her foot, giving her some relief from the pressures of her body. To show she was grateful for the foot-hold, she thrust forward with her other thigh, plunging her cunt into Harold's face. Hot glazed eyes fluttered open in Shirley's head. The first thing she saw was Billy's face, but as he took his lips from hers, she turned her head, looked away, and saw Harold's face. Her cunt was still higher than her head, even with her foot pressing into the wall seat. She could see her tormented pussy, and was also able to see Harold's smiling mouth. She felt as if she had been astrally lifted out of her body, and was now watching the proceedings, totally detached.

Shirley stared as Harold parted her naked, defenseless pussylips with his thumbs, his other fingers on her thighs. The girl could feel Harold pressing into the firm flesh, urging her legs wider apart. He flattened the inner, pink sides of her cuntlips beneath his pressuring thumbs, making her vaginal interior swell and bulge out all the more. Shirley could feel the thumbs pressing hard, squeezing the base of the small mound, stretching the raw, inner lips explosively until the flesh was ready to tear.

No longer able to distinguish the hands of Harold from Billy's, Shirley wondered whose hands were splitting her pussy. And now her dazed eyes were staring at other hands that idly twiddled her tiny nipples.

A sharp twinge in her tiny clitoris seemed to stab through her, and Shirley forgot about hands. She forced her thighs even wider apart, not knowing why she was doing this, yet aching for more of what she was feeling. Her hips twisted and wriggled as she humped her buttocks higher, raising her vagina toward the source of pleasure. The exquisite tongue had roused all the animalistic yearnings in her tiny body. It had pushed the button of ecstasy, and the doors holding back her rapture had been flung wide.

Shirley felt Harold extend his tongue. The hot tip moved teasingly from side to side over the burning, juicy flesh directly above the vibrating, bursting clitoris. She could feel his hot breath burn against her sensitive nerve-endings, all of which reached out to caress his lingual digit.

Shirley sighed, protesting what he was doing, because it was driving the young girl out of her skull.

"No more…" she gasped. "Oh please… not any more…"

She had been brought up never to curse, but she couldn't take this teasing. Her clitoris was awake and out from behind the fold of membrane usually hiding it. It was aching to feel his tongue wash over it. Shirley reached out with both hands and tried to grab Harold's hair, anxious to feel the pressure of his mouth against the nerve-filled button. Now fully aware of the sensuousness hidden in that little penis-like extension between her thighs, Shirley decided Harold would lick it, or she would touch it with her own fingers, rubbing it until she experienced whatever it was she was craving.