Rod Strong: The innocence of children

Then Shirley felt Harold's tongue slide carefully into the pink trough, his tongue mingling with her inner juices, absorbing the flow seeping from inside her. His tongue jabbed into her dark, saturated hole, licking aside the tender folds of cuntmeat. Shirley could feel him literally licking along the length of one inner labius, then transferring his tongue to the other, massaging it, as well.

Somehow, she became aware of Billy straining and shifting so he could watch young Harold in action, but the upward angle of her body seemed to block most of the view from his eyes. Even so Billy's hands remained flatly clamped on Shirley's nipples as he slowly raised his head, not wanting to jar Shirley and disrupt Harold's tongue-action.

Harold could feel Billy shifting, but it didn't bother him. Shirley thrilled to the pressure of Harold's thumbs as they continued pressing in on either side of her naked, bare cuntlips, insuring the control of his stroking tongue.

Billy was moving the girl so she no longer pressed her weight on his shoulders. Rather, he wanted her lying across his lap, taking some of the strain off him, and allowing him to watch Harold's continuous mouth action. Shirley felt Harold moving toward the seat, and once again her thigh was lifted over his shoulders so her only leverage was the pressure of her under-thighs against said shoulders. But at this point she no longer cared, her mind taken over by passion, concentrating on the mouth now assiduously working on her hot, young pussy, brushing her labia, sinking into her seething hole, and licking her outer lips; touching her everywhere but on her clitoris, where she ached to feel the tongue.

Billy had Shirley's back in his lap, and his hand supported her head while Harold released the girl's dripping cuntlips and raised her ass high in the air.

"Don't stop… don't stop…" Shirley was pleading, feeling the totally wild sensations take complete possession of her eleven-year-old body. "Please, Harold… ohhhh puleeeeeze…"

She could see Harold, whose knees were now on the wall seat, smiling at her outcries.

"Don't worry," he hoarsely whispered. "We're just moving you a little so Billy can see what's happening."

Shirley's entire body trembled, and she shut her eyes tight, feeling her new-found, unsatisfied passion burn through her. Her brown hair spread out all over the seat, as well as Billy's supporting hand, and looked like a dark halo.

Shirley felt Harold pushing her knees higher and farther back because her rump was still supported by his hands. Harold was using his shoulders to push her thighs back, exposing the bare plane of her delicious nookie. The swollen, pulsing mound of flesh arched upward toward him, alive and begging for more tongue.

Billy's free hand wandered across Shirley's twin nipples, and the girl felt all kings of thrills go through her as Billy's fingers teased and taunted her flesh. Her nipples and tiny aureole were chocolate nuggets resting against the vanilla flesh of her body.

"Can you see now?" Harold asked.

"Yeah," Billy replied, nodding.

Shirley could feel Harold's mouth hovering over her anxious pussy, and his burning breath seemed to sear her delicate skin. She pressed both her thighs into his shoulders and thrust her hot box higher toward his working face. Her hips pumped fiercely in order to make her cunt connect with his mouth. She ached to feel his tongue whisper across her vagina.

Shirley felt Harold's hands squeeze her asscheeks, then move between her thighs and part the soft, delicate, naked folds of vaginal flesh. Her tormented clitoris seemed to spring free again, and she gasped as his hot breath circled it again and again, causing her anguish to increase, making her internal self ready to explode even before the oral contact.

Shirley felt one of Harold's hands move forward and press flatly against her girlish belly, his fingers forming a kind of V on her bare pubis, spreading her labia wide apart. She felt around the rim of her tender cunthole, the fingers sliding up under her buttocks, pressing into the tightly closed crack, sliding back and forth, rubbing the sensual nerves covered with perspiration back there.

Shirley felt her blood boiling inside her. It raced through her blood vessels, pounding in her temples, pushing higher, then receding, and she gasped again and again, reaching for some kind of summit, never quite finding it. She wanted to roll off the seat, away from the two males. She wanted to lay on the floor and jam her fingers into her flaming nookie, hoping to reach some kind of a conclusion.

The young girl could feel Harold's tongue extend itself and circle around the throbbing clitoris in a wide oval. With each sweep of the tongue the oval became tighter, and she found herself whimpering as he came closer. Yes, yes, it was there, right there, touch it already.

She felt the able tongue moving around and around her puffy labia, sliding in, easing out, moving without stopping as Harold's own lips nibbled gently at her flesh. She could feel him sinking his teeth into her vaginal flesh, and she would have welcomed his biting her had he nibbled on her clit.

And then his lips surrounded the hot target of her clitoris.

Having felt her cunt teased for so long, Shirley was completely unprepared for the way Harold sucked her clit into his mouth. She felt his wild tongue sweep around it wickedly, quickly, as if it were something the young boy had been doing all his life. The mere touch of his tongue would have been enough, but the continuous licking pressure caused the passion-inside her to build with such rapidity, the orgasmic explosion ripped through her young body, hanging suspended somewhere deep inside her, paralyzing her vocal chords so she was unable to scream out her enjoyment. And then she felt herself dropping with a thud.

She screamed inwardly, her girlish body trembling violently as her hot cunt thrashed and bucked in the mouth that sucked on it, while hands gripped her ass to try and keep her still. Great gouts of sticky liquid splashed into the face of the young Harold, and Shirley clamped her thighs tightly around his cheeks. Little by little the passion within her heaving young breast began to recede, but Harold's mouth continued sucking strongly on her over-sensitive clit.

Shirley was vaguely aware of a solid pressure in her asshole, and realized one of Harold's forefingers had slipped in up to the first knuckle. She could not remember feeling the initial puncture of his finger into her anus, and she had no doubt he had no recollection of it, either. It was something that had simply happened, and she had to admit, now that she felt it in there, it did enhance the completion of her orgasm, though she was still unaware she had enjoyed a total physical climax.

As Harold's thumb wiggled inside her sopping cunthole, no longer effective in trying to rouse her, she felt her juices come pouring out and inundate the digit. All in all, it had been an enlightening experience for Shirley. And she had to admit there was nothing bad about it. Why should her mother and father and even her religious teacher keep trying to teach her the so-called sanctity of her body, and the need for keeping it untouched. Untouched meant unfulfilled. She was only eleven, but she certainly knew the word fulfillment, and now she had discovered the meaning of the word.

Weakly, she opened her eyes and stared up at Billy. He looked down at her and smiled.

For a moment, Shirley wondered how he could be above her face, so close to her, when he was down there, between her thighs. Then she remembered, there were two of them.

Even now, as she glanced down, Shirley felt Harold ease up on the suction of his mouth, though his tongue was still parting her labia. She felt the tongue begin licking the honey that had seeped out of her, lapping her clitoris until it was clean, then licking the sweet ointment from her thighs.