Rod Strong - The innocence of children

Shirley could see Harold was as affected as Billy, and realized he would be reaching that wonderful pinnacle all too soon if she continued this. The girl's naturally skillful tongue painted its way down the length of the shaft and left, leaving behind a trail of heated, moist circles that burned through Harold's flesh as surely as if someone had applied a white-hot running iron.

Now Shirley's tongue was moving swiftly up the length of Billy's throbbing cock, her lips saturating and tingling the fleshy surface, winding round the diameter, moving and flicking with a swiftness and rapidity to equal that of an adder. The girl's tongue was a sensual reminder of wild, wicked thrills still waiting to be enjoyed. Billy was now more glad than ever that he had suggested this game. Watching Shirley's moving tongue, all he could see was a blur as it lapped in and out, in and out, flicking against his shuddering peter.

Shirley's palm slid up and once again pointed the head of his solid cock at his face, making him think he might end up shooting into his own countenance. He knew the girl had no idea what would happen when he finally reached his own satisfaction, and Billy didn't want to tell her about the white stuff that shot out of Harold and himself. It might make the girl reluctant to continue, and this was too good to end unresolved. It had to be brought to a finish.

Shirley saw the smile on his face, and wondered just what was passing through Billy's mind. She was certain his smile was the result of what she was doing, and so she began licking faster. Not that the penis really tasted that much different from any other part of the body, but Shirley decided the heat coming from within did make it more palatable than licking an arm or leg. The more she licked, the more the girl liked it. If nothing else, the penis was the one part of the body seemingly made to fit inside her mouth. Oh sure, she could suck on his fingers, but she needed more than one. The idea of sucking his toes never entered the young girl's mind. No, the penis was just the right length and breadth to fit nicely into her mouth, and Shirley decided she wanted to suck on the entire length of it, eventually. Her tongue swept over the shuddering flesh again and again, washing the meat until she could feel the sensations increasing in the tube in the underside of his hard cock.

Shirley's lapping tongue seemed equipped with a kind of built-in radar. At the very instant Billy was about to reach his culmination, her tongue licked its way down the length of his pulsating penis. Hotly, agilely, the tongue snaked its way back to Harold's thighs, leaving Billy. And the feeling settled back down inside the older boy, driving him to the edge of insanity.

Now Shirley's tongue snaked around Harold's corona, probing and exploring the overhanging ridge of flesh, preparing for one final assault. The girl could feel Harold tensing as if willing her tongue to move up over his sensitive young flesh so her mouth could engulf the pulsing prick.

Shirley's tongue continued teasing as it sped around and around the coronal ridge. Once against the underside, the girl's lingual digit lapped along the length of the thick tube beneath, running along the road of veins in Harold's penis. Then it once again moved up, over the rim of coronal flesh. The girl's tongue extended across the soft, curving plateau, and down the hot underside, flatly pressed, absorbing the oozing, colorless lava issuing from his leaking penile point.

Shirley moaned, excited as never before. Her mons seemed to be absorbed by Harold's pulsating cock, and it made the youth tremble.

Tirelessly, Shirley's tongue beat the surface and stroked the sensitive sides. Her tongue-tip seemed to pierce his flesh like lightning. Then the tongue moved up and once more crossed the wet, rigid mountainous tower, scaling it swiftly, and holding it upright with her tongue as her hands moved down to caress Harold's balls. She cupped the skin-covered ovals in her scorching palm, her fingers tickling the sac, making the youth writhe with anguished delight. And all the while, her tongue stabbed at the leaking split.

Sweat was streaming down Harold's face, onto his chest. His throat and lips were parched.

Shirley could feel his body shaking, writhing as his fingers curled around the edges of the wall seat. The girl could tell she had roused all kinds of sleeping tigers in the two boys.

Shirley decided it was time for more than mere tongue-action. It was time to try sucking on those extended penises. Harold's first, because Harold was slightly shorter. No matter how much of Harold's meat the girl took into her sucking mouth, she knew there was no way the younger boy could accidentally gag her.

And without further ado, Shirley opened her narrow lips as wide as she was able. Her hot mouth closed over Harold's shuddering glans, sucking it all the way into her anxious mouth. He seemed to be filling her oral cavity, but her tongue continued its flashing against his underside. It moved rapidly, and though she thought he might have enjoyed it more, feeling her tongue flatly pressed into the bottom of her mouth, she continued to wickedly wrap it around Harold's entering cock, lashing it, whipping it, slurping against it, while continually stroking it. The sides of her mouth sucked his pulsing penis with a natural joy, rubbing the entire length of the heavy meat, caressing its surface. Shirley had to admit, now that Harold's penis was working its way deeper into her mouth, it was a bit longer than she had originally believed. Now it swelled somewhat more thickly, and Shirley pushed her mouth further down on the throbbing dong. It slid across her tongue, moving deeper and deeper into her mouth, stopping just short of her gullet. The spongy, meaty head seemed to swell all the more, and Shirley sensed the pulsing in the tube in the underside of his hard cock suddenly increase all the more rapidly. Her lips rubbed into the lint on Harold's pelvis, and she was grateful he wasn't any longer.

Golly! she thought. A half inch longer and I'd be choking and gagging on this cock. Gee, but it tastes good.

Shirley felt Harold's hands rest lightly on the back of her head, and when she attempted to raise her mouth, so she could stroke her lips along the length of the pulsing penis, the girl felt Harold's hands firmly hold her face against his pelvis as his swelling penis suddenly lurched once, twice, and was shooting its creamy contents against her esophagus.

"Uuuunnnngggghhhh!" Harold gasped, grateful the noise from the party, upstairs hid the sounds coming from his mouth.

Shirley felt her mouth being flooded with a gluey substance, and with each passing second, Harold was shooting more and more of it.

"Don't let it drip," she heard Billy whisper to her. "If any of it spills on the floor and my mother sees it later, she'll know what we were doing, and she'll yell at all of us."

Shirley felt at a loss. She didn't know what to do. Her mouth was already bursting. She just couldn't hold the stuff inside. But if she couldn't let it leak out, there was only one other thing to do, and that was to swallow the flow. Taking a deep breath through her nostrils, the girl gulped, and swallowed the raw egglike substance. And to her amazement, she liked it. She liked it better than anything she had drank at the party. She drank lustily now, disappointed the fluid was coming from Harold's cock in spurts. She could only swallow drops at a time, and as moments passed, Shirley realized the drops were coming farther and farther apart.

The girl could feel Harold's cock shrinking rapidly now, and no matter how hard she sucked on it, it wouldn't stiffen again. But from Harold's breathing, Shirley could tell the boy was no longer anxious. Rather, after some heavy respiratory noises, Harold began breathing slowly and evenly.