Rod Strong: The innocence of children

Shirley closed her eyes again, luxuriating in the drained peace in her body, enjoying the way Harold's tongue was cleaning her. She felt like a kitten being cleaned by its mother.

Billy rubbed her nipples again, making sure they remained hard and upstanding. He even lowered his head and licked them with his tongue. A twinge prickled her breasts, but nothing more. For the moment she felt totally sated and didn't want to move.

"That's the first step," Billy said.

"Are you trying to tell me there's more to this game?" Shirley asked.

"Well there's a lot more to it," Billy explained, caressing her brow. "But I don't think we should go too far, too fast."

He kissed her lips again, then brushed his mouth over her closed eyelids.

Harold sat back, taking his face from between Shirley's thighs, and sliding his forefinger out of her young asshole. He lowered her buttocks to the wall seat, but when he stood, his hard, ruby-headed cock was pointing at her like an accusing finger. And Shirley could feel Billy's hard cock stabbing her spine. She opened her eyes, looked at Harold's hard-on, and said, "Come to think of it, you guys did all the work, while I did all the receiving. I suppose there's something I can do for the two of you?"

"We'll get to it," Billy told her. "My watch says it's only five fifteen, which means we have lots of time. I mean, you did say your mom was going to come for you at six, right?"

"Uh huh," Shirley nodded.

"Okay. Harold's folks don't have to come for him. He lives down the block. So we have at least a half hour to play some more… if you're willing."

"I guess so," Shirley nodded, sitting up.

"I'll make us a couple of egg creams," Billy said, getting to his feet. "We're gonna need 'em to keep out strength up."

Going through the closet, he moved behind the soda fountain and pumped chocolate syrup into three plastic glasses. He added a splash of milk, then used the soda fountain nozzle to add seltzer to each, using a spoon to stir as he added the club soda.

All three drank their sodas down as quickly as possible. The boys were more than anxious to get back to the game, because it was their turn to be satisfied.

"Now you stay naked," Billy told Shirley. "It's more exciting for us to look at you like that."

"Okay," Shirley agreed as they put their empty glasses down on the fountain counter and Billy came out to rejoin them.

"Now you know what Harold just did to you, right?" Billy said to Shirley.

"Heck, it's not something I'll forget too quick," she replied.

"Well, it's only fair you do the same thing for us."

Going over to the wall seat, he kneeled on it, facing outward, his feet digging in behind the seat cushion. His hard cock stood straight out.

Shirley thought about it for a moment. What they were telling her was, they wanted her to put those male cocks into her mouth and suck on them until each of them felt what she had enjoyed. The idea of sucking on those penises didn't exactly make her jump for joy, but by the same token, she remembered how much Harold had enjoyed licking her pussy. Maybe she would get the same kick out of sucking their penises. And if she did, well then, she had a big advantage over the two boys, because she would be able to suck two penises.

"Well, I guess so," Shirley nodded.

"Oh wow!" Harold smiled, climbing onto the seat next to Billy. He assumed the same position as Billy, kneeling on the wall seat, with his feet tucked in between the seat cushion and the wall. His penis also rigidly faced outward, parallel to Billy's, though slightly lower.

Shirley studied the twin peckers, and she had to admit this was something new and different, all right. She could feel her heart beating a little faster, and admitted to herself she was enjoying this.

Shirley licked her lips and kneeled down on the floor in front of the wall seat. Her face was just about level with the two outstanding penises. The young girl swallowed, still not quite used to this, yet knowing she didn't dare back out, now.

Lifting her hands, she spread her arms wide, then ran her moist, warm palms up the outside of each pair of thighs, her touch light, her fingers tickling their smooth skin. She had an opportunity to study their boyish, bodies, and she had to admit both boys had nice forms. Neither had any excess fat, and though Billy was the taller and older of the two, his pelvis was as bare as her own, whereas Harold had the littlest bit of dark lint starting to come in on his pubis.

Harold's arms and legs seemed excessively skinny, and Shirley laughed to herself, thinking this was one boy who needed fattening up. Billy was only the slightest bit more fleshy, but even he was a bit on the thin side. When Shirley pressed her fingertips into Billy's thigh, she felt nothing give. The flesh was very hard.

Both penises were rigid, and now that she had an opportunity to study them more closely, she decided Harold's might be shorter, but it was really just as thick as Billy's. Harold's cock had a dark-red, mottled look, whereas Billy's phallus had a light red point and a white stalk.

Shirley's hands slid back down the sides and now ran over the inside thighs between each pair of legs. She needed a few moments more to work up the courage to do this. The girl pressed the thighs together, her hands stretched and fingers well extended. Around Harold's slender thigh her fingertips almost reached Billy's. Billy's thicker thigh seemed almost fat by comparison, but in reality it was a slender thigh.

Shirley had the boys pressing their thighs against one another in response to the pressure from her hands, forming what appeared to be a crack between them, like the crack between their buttocks. She leaned forward, took a deep breath, then extended her tiny pink tongue, licking into the "crevice" between the two legs, lapping straight up until she came to their thigh-tops. Her brown hair, flowing around her head, felt their penises slide through it.

The girl could see Harold take a deep breath, sucking his stomach in, waiting for the girl's hot tongue to connect with his anxiously ready pole. She could see the way his balls jumped up and down in their protective skin sac, and Shirley could also see the way his hard cock seemed to vellicate, like a tuning fork. Excitement seemed to fill his aching dick, and Shirley could see the veins within swelling and expanding. The mottled head seemed to enlarge again and again, and yet it never really increased in size as Harold continued flexing it.

Next to Harold, Billy kept his eyes on the girl's gorgeous brown head of hair and clasped his hands behind him to prevent himself from clutching her hair and jamming her pretty mouth down on his cock. He had seen his mother do this to his father, as well as to a host of other men, and he had seen the way it had affected the males. Now he could hardly wait to have his own cock sucked. Yet, the boy restrained himself.

Feeling both pairs of eyes on her, Shirley felt coquettish. Using both hands, she reached up and pushed her hair behind her ears, tilting her head back a little so both boys could see what she was about to do. She remembered how Harold had moved her into position so Billy could see what was happening, and she guessed it was important for them to watch as well as feel.

From the way their penises stiffened even more, Shirley guessed both boys were pleased with what she had done. She saw Billy's hands clasped behind his back, and now Harold did the same thing. Though she had no idea why they were going this, inwardly she was glad. She didn't want to be guided in this. It was something Shirley knew she would have to learn to do without help.

Shirley tongued her way back down the crack separating the boys' thighs, sliding her hands between each pair of loins, and tremblingly, she felt their balls fill her palms. She was tempted to yank her hand away, but didn't. Now she kept her hands still for a moment, feeling the doughy feeling of their scrotums with the two hard eggs in each sac. Both were wrinkled and hairless, and felt different from any part of the human body she had ever touched before. Shirley could feel the boys trembling, and knew hers were the first female hands to ever touch them this way.