Rod Strong: The innocence of children

With her thumbs, she pressed into the center of each wrinkled pouch, forcing both sets of balls to the outsides of their respective sacs. Then she rubbed her thumbs up and down against the dividing line of skin. It felt like some kind of cord woven of anything but human flesh. Shirley found it hard to accept the fact that these cords were actually a part of the boys' bodies.

The girl was getting used to the feel of their testicles in her palms and jiggled their scrotums up and down as if weighing their eggs. She leaned forward, pressing her head against their thighs, continuing to shake the sacs up and down in her palms.

Looking up, she smiled into their faces, and said, "You may have different sized cocks, but these sacs underneath both seem to weigh the same."

The two boys smiled, their eyes glancing down at the way her little white hands were fondling their sex organs. They also looked at the expanse of her white back, seeing the ridge of her spine and the crack in her ass, now totally relaxed since it was no longer being fingered.

"Boy, you have one pretty little ass," Billy remarked.

"I'm glad you like it," Shirley smiled.

"Yeah, and one day, when we have more time, I'll show you how we can have even more fun by me putting my cock into that tight ass hole of yours."

"Well gee, I felt kind of tight when I had Harold's finger in there," Shirley told him. "I don't think I can take something as thick as your cock."

"Sure you can," Billy assured her. "It'll just take a little stretching, that's all. But it can wait until another time. Right now, let's get on with the blow-job."

"Blowjob?" Shirley asked.

"You know, where you suck on our cocks."

"Oh, is that what's called?"

Harold was nervously licking his lips, staring at Shirley's buttocks. He would just as certainly have loved to pole it.

Shirley cupped one hard oval in each sac with tender, exploring fingers, feeling the ovoid shape of each. Billy's testicle was slightly bigger than Harold's, even if their sacs seemed about the same weight. But when she examined the two other testicles, she decided Harold had the slightly larger one. Wow! This whole thing seemed crazy. And Harold's bigger ball was slightly larger than that of Billy's bigger ball. She giggled, then bit her lip to stop. She didn't want them thinking she was some kind of silly girl. Shirley knew most boys instinctively shied away from girls who giggled.

For Shirley, this was turning into a lot of fun. Who'd have believed a girl could enjoy herself so much just fondling the genitals of two boys. And to think, her mother had kept her hidden from all this for so long. Shirley began wondering about her mother. Did the woman ever do anything with men like Billy's mother? If not, she must be missing out on an awful lot of fun.

Now that she had palmed their balls, she felt a bit bolder, and so Shirley released the testicles and reached up and grabbed the two penises. Her hands gripped them tightly, squeezing. Slowly she let her hands slide up to the coronas, then she twisted her hands so her hot, moist palms burned into both sets of throbbing, pulsing internal arteries and veins coursing through the undersides of each hard cock.

The heat astounded Shirley. It felt as if each penis was well over the three hundred and twenty five degrees Fahrenheit her mother used to warm things up in the oven, at home. The girl could see the way each head swelled and receded, and she was genuinely amazed, knowing there was no part of her own body that could react the same way.

Still not used to the penises, she squeezed them, pointing both up in the air. Now her fingers rested lightly on top of the rods with just enough pressure to keep the sensitive networks beneath rubbing solidly against her palms.

Looking up, Shirley saw the astounded look in the eyes of both boys as they stared, watching the way she was handling their phallic extensions. Both glans seemed darker now, more blood-filled. Aside from the slight difference in size, both penises now looked very much alike. Both had equal thicknesses, and both had the same perfect, circumcised heads. Shirley could see the tiny slits in both of them seemed about the same length, and each seemed to have the same size corona. She tugged on one, and then the other, and felt as if she were pulling on the Chinese magic sticks, where the cord in one seemed to shorten as the cord in the other lengthened, and vice versa.

Shirley looked at the two faces and saw the ecstatic expression on Billy's face, while there was a sad, almost determined look on Harold's face. He was remembering what she had said about Billy's cock being longer, and now, looking, he could see Billy's cock definitely was longer. It gave him a mild sense of inferiority.

Shirley could feel the sadness in Harold as his cock suddenly seemed to lose some of its hardness. For the first time it occurred to her that boys' penises did not stay hard at all times. That was why she never saw any great bulges in boys' pants. They were only hard at a time like this, when playing a game like this. And if Harold suddenly lost his hardness it would take a lot of fun out of the game. She also sensed some of the twitching had gone out of Harold's cock as it softened, and for the life of her she couldn't understand why.

Tilting her head forward, she pressed her fingertips hard against the upper side of the slackening cock. Something had happened to make him feel unhappy. Something was taking his mind off the game. She had to do something fast to bring him back into it. After all, it was Harold who had used his tongue on her, earlier, while Billy had merely braced her. Harold was the one really entitled to this, even if it was Billy's birthday. Darn! She felt so silly. She had to do something.

Come on, Shirley, she said to herself. Stop trying to analyze things and figure out the whys. You're not a head doctor. The important thing at this moment is to make sure Harold knows he's still in the game.

Wetting her already moist lips with her arousing pink tongue, she decided she was better off starting with Harold's cock, anyway. It was a little shorter than Billy's, and even if he tried pushing it all the way into her mouth, it wouldn't choke her. She had no worries about Billy being jealous. The birthday boy was aware his own time would come very shortly.

She smacked her lips, bringing them closer to Harold's penis, and felt a responding throb as the prong stopped wilting. Recalling how Harold had blown into her cunt, she now proceeded to blow warm air all over his penis.

Shirley tightened her grip on Harold's hot prick, using her fingers to hide the fact that it was shrinking, from Billy. She didn't want the older boy making fun of Harold at a serious time like this. Even if they were only playing a game, she knew Billy might be foolish enough to say something to hurt Harold.

Leaning her head closer, she stared at the heavy sac of testicles between Harold's skinny thighs and nodded, reaffirming that they were large, then she moved her head between Billy's thighs for a moment, studying his testicles.

Harold felt a funny twinge inside himself. He could see she was shielding his cock from Billy, and appreciated that. She was some swell girl, all right. Boy! He would love to invite her to his own birthday party. The only trouble was, at his parties, his mother always played chaperone. Gee! When she grew up, she was gonna make some guy a great girl friend.

Billy had seen nothing. He did know Shirley seemed to be stalling a little, and it was irking the hell out of him. He wanted to get this blowjob on the road and find out if it felt as good as it looked when his mother sucked on his father's dick, or on that of some other guy. The anxiety had built a tightness in his balls, and if she didn't do something soon, he would have to whack off. That was something he'd known about for more than two years. Boy, he was willing to bet Harold didn't jerk off, yet.