Rod Strong
The innocence of children

CHAPTER ONE

Shirley looked down at the boy's bobbing head, wondering at the amazing feelings that were shooting through her body. The little girl wondered if this was what her mother was always so afraid would happen to her.

She hoped not. The eleven-year-old felt his tongue licking faster and faster, building the heat even higher in her body. She sure hoped not, because what she was doing sure felt wonderful…

The eyes of every male in the vicinity always followed little Shirley Lowe as she walked to and from school every weekday. Though a mere eleven years of age, Shirley had that indefinable something that made every man wish he could commit pedophilia. Not that she was a teasing girl. She had been brought up in a nice, moral household, and even went to religious school two days a week.

But Shirley had that indefinable something, all right. It wasn't the way she walked, nor was it her speech. Yet when the girl looked at a male capable of feeling any kind of sexual sensation, the male inwardly reacted. Her large, brown, innocent eyes seemed to be asking indecent questions, begging for answers. The girl's nose was a bit longer than it should have been, yet it in no way detracted from her youthful sensuousness. Shirley had a sweet, ripe, sensuous pair of lips, and everything was set in an oval face surrounded by long, brown hair.

The girl's body seemed to have been born with certain feminine curves. Though her breasts had not yet started developing, she did have a wasp-thin waist. Her hips and buttocks were still boyish and almost flat, but her thighs were smooth and slender and her calves were already shaping nicely.

Shirley was a total innocent and had no idea what kind of lust she was arousing in the males who looked at her. It was only now, at this age, when certain chemicals never-before manufactured in her body first started being released, that she, herself, began feeling things, though she had no idea what things.

And had it not been for the party, Shirley might have remained innocent a little longer.

The party had been for Billy Kapp, who had just turned twelve. Shirley hadn't wanted to go, but her mother had made such a fuss, the young girl had finally given in. Her mother had dropped her at the party at twelve thirty on Sunday afternoon, telling Shirley she would be by to pick her up again at six.

The party for Billy Kapp was in the basement of the Kapp house. It had just begun, and six other kids were there, already. The large basement playroom had built-in wall seats on two sides of the room, with a soda fountain to the right. One had to go through a small closet to get to the soda fountain's workings. The floor was black and white tiles, while the ceiling was all turquoise, with a star hanging in the middle, all lit up.

By one thirty there were more than twenty kids at the party, and by two thirty they began playing games like post office and spin the bottle. Shirley joined in and allowed a few boys to kiss her, and by four thirty the party had all but completely wound down. In fact, aside from Billy Kapp, himself, Shirley and one other boy, Harold Schaff, were the only kids there. Billy's parents were upstairs entertaining some adults, and Shirley was feeling kind of tired. Billy, who had fuzzy blond hair, and was very thin, suggested they play a game he had seen his parents play, and Harold, who was skinny with dark hair, agreed. Harold was both shorter and thinner than Billy. His hair covered his ears which otherwise would have looked like the rear doors of a four-door sedan, wide open.

"What kind of a game?" Shirley asked, somewhat wary.

"Hey, it's a lotta fun," Billy assured her. "We ain't gonna be bothered down here for quite awhile. That party upstairs my folks are having is so noisy, no one'll ever think to check on us down here. And when I tell you it's a lotta fun, believe me, it's a lotta fun."

"Well just how do we play it?" Shirley asked.

"My folks belong to what is called a swap club. I don't know what it all means, but every once in awhile, some other guy comes over here, and the guy, with my dad, plays with my mom. I look through the keyhole in their bedroom, and boy do they have a ball."

"I don't know if I like this game," Shirley insisted.

"Hey come on," Billy said. "We won't hurtcha. I promise. Nothing bad'll happen, and you'll have fun."

"Well, just as long as you don't try hurting me, okay," the girl agreed.

"First thing, we gotta get undressed," Billy told her.

"Oh gee, no!" Shirley replied. "My mom tells me I should never show myself off in front of boys."

"Sure," Harold nodded. "That's 'cause grownups like to keep all the fun to themselves. Come on, Shirl. Let's try it. Billy and me won't hurt you. You know that."

"Well… okay, but if you do hurt me, I'll tell my ma."

The two boys stripped down to their underwear, but noticed Shirley was hesitant, so they helped her. The girl felt them undoing her dress, slipping it over her head, and then peeling off her undershirt, shoes and socks, and finally, her panties.

"Gee," Billy said, looking at her. "You're pretty. You're prettier than my dumb sister. She's got hair all over her crack. I like yours. It's nice and bare."

The pouting pink lips of Shirley's youthful pussy glistened and shone. She didn't know why, but she was feeling a warmth through her even with her clothes off. She should have been embarrassed, but the young girl felt good. She liked the way the boys were looking at her.

"Okay," she said. "I'm all undressed, now you two boys take off your underwear."

"You bet." Billy nodded, and the two boys stripped.

"Gee!" Shirley murmured, staring at their small erections. "What are those? I mean, I've never seen anything like them before."

"Gosh, haven't you ever looked at a naked boy, before?" Harold asked.

"Heck, no," she answered. "My ma keeps telling me it's sinful to look at a naked man. I don't know why, though."

"Aw heck, your ma just wants to keep you from having a heck of a good time," Harold told her, "You can look at me all you want."

"What is that thing sticking out from between your thighs?" Shirley asked.

"That's a cock," Billy told her. "I have one, too. I know 'cause I hear my folks call my dad's stick a cock. I guess all guys have one."

"Boy, yours is so much bigger than Harold's," Shirley noted.

"Yeah, well mine'll grow," Harold said. He sounded hopeful.

In spite of what her mother had cautioned, Shirley felt an urge to reach out and grab the penises. She wanted to touch them and see what they felt like.

"What do we do now?" the girl asked.

"Well," Billy told her, "we begin by standing on either side of you, and we each touch one of your thighs."

The two boys moved next to Shirley, then reached down. Each one placed a hand on one of her thighs. She felt their hands lightly kneading her skin, afraid to squeeze and pinch.

Shirley saw they were enjoying the touching of her as much as she liked the feel of their hands. Harold had his eyes half-closed, watching Billy's movements and imitating whatever Billy was doing, since this was the first time he had ever touched a naked girl. Soon, Shirley noted both boys were touching the same thigh.

Shirley felt both boys leaning their heads on her shoulders, peering up and down the length of her hairless body. Their eyes were warm on her small, flat breasts, and she was embarrassed as Billy said, "Gee, I'll bet it won't be long before you're sporting one helluva pair of boobs." She reddened as the boys' hands moved down to her thighs again, only this time much closer to the juncture between them.

"Boy, a real virgin," Billy was whispering.

"What's a virgin," Harold asked.

"I dunno," Billy replied. "I heard one of the guys who was here with my mom and dad kidding around about my mom being representative of some kind of vestal virgin. I'll have to ask my dad what it means, some day."

Shirley giggled. She knew what virgin meant. It was one of the few things she knew, and she giggled. Though Billy didn't know it, he had been right in calling her one.

Billy was frowning at her laughter. Shirley noticed it. His hand left her thigh as he turned her to face him. He pressed his body against hers, and she could feel his hard cock rubbing into her bare pubis as well as the lower part of her belly. Harold, behind her, was pressing his smaller cock against the cheeks of her ass, and she was able to feel the heat of the two penises. She realized they were hotter than the other parts of the boys' bodies.

Shirley didn't know why, but this was a lot of fun. They weren't really doing anything, yet she was getting the biggest kick out of it. She loved rubbing her soft, satin flesh against the firmer, harder flesh of the boys. And she felt a thrill shoot through her as she was revolved a hundred and eighty degrees, feeling the two penises rub against her outer thighs as she turned to face Harold. Billy's hands were on her shoulders, massaging and rubbing them.

Shirley stared at Harold, the younger boy, whose eyes were, for some reason, fastened to her boyish nipples. She glanced down and saw his cock standing out stiffly from between his thighs. The hard, pulpy cock-head was pressed against her, pointing upward. She could see the tiny slit in the mottled head, and watched as the tiny, sticky tear oozed from it. The slit seemed to peer at her as if it were a sightless eye.

Shirley quietly sighed as Billy's hands massaged her shoulders. Her eyes were still riveted on Harold's throbbing penile point. It was as if the unseeing eye in his glans had hypnotized her.

Billy was pulling gently on her shoulders, arching them back, making her shapeless, flat breasts stand out as he had seen the man do to his mother.

Even though her breasts had not yet begun to take shape. Shirley's tiny nipples began swelling. When she felt Harold's hard stick trying to poke between her thighs, she clamped her loins together, even covering her youthful mons with one hand while bringing her other arms across her flat breasts.

A shudder ran through the girl as Billy's hot breath oozed in her left ear. He was breathing deeply, and she could feel the pressure of his face in her hair. Her mother had sprinkled a little rose water in her hair to keep her smelling nice. Billy pressed closer to her, and she could feel his larger cock trying to nudge its way between her closed thighs, promising unspoken pleasure if she yielded.

The feel of the solid cock, poking into her behind, and the sight of the slightly smaller young penis in front seemed to build this new heat even higher in Shirley's body. The little girl was no longer concerned with hiding her body from anyone's sight, and she lowered her arms.

Billy leaned into her, letting his chest press against her back, pushing Shirley toward Harold. This was one crazy game, all right. Harold was still staring at her brown nipples, but by now, Shirley was getting used to it. She could see his erect, young joint quivering, and watched as he spread his legs, then reached down and scratched his scrotum. She was wondering why boys had those bags of flesh behind their cocks.

"Boy, this is making me thirsty," Harold said, breaking the spell that had been building between the three children.

There was a table near them, and on it were empty plastic glasses, and a bottle of soda. Harold grabbed the bottle, made sure the top was off, then poured some soda into one of the plastic glasses, and took a sip. Shirley heard his swishing the root beer around in his mouth, and then Harold suddenly leaned forward, and sprayed some on each of her nipples.

She jumped, wanting to push him away, and she said, "Hey, that's disgusting." But the liquid splashing on her sensitive nipples felt strangely arousing. And the pre-teen liked the way Billy was kissing the nape of her neck. It not only made her all the warmer inside, but made the root beer on her nipples build the tingling sensation through her to where she actually enjoyed feeling it drip down her body.

Shirley watched as Harold grabbed a chair and sat in front of her, then saw him lean forward and begin licking the root beer as it dripped down her body. The pressure of his tongue on her flesh felt so good. His hands gripped her young hips and held the young girl steady as his tongue licked higher and higher, until they came to her root beer-covered nipples. His extended tongue licked the root beer off one, and Shirley writhed as the tickling oral digit circled her small aureole again and again. Her body quivered as if tiny electrical thrills were shooting through it. The girl could feel currents shooting from her tiny nipples straight down the middle of her body, through her belly and into her vagina.

Billy smiled, looking at Harold. The boy was doing more than his own parents had done. This was really gonna be fun.

Shirley felt the larger boy's joint press against the separation between her asscheeks. She could feel the heat pouring from her young vagina, and had no idea why she should feel such stimulation there, of all places.

"Gee," she said, "this really is a lot of fun."

"Didn't I tell you?" Billy whispered into her ear, and the whispering drove her even crazier as the hot breath burned through her.

Shirley looked down at Harold's bobbing head, watching as he turned his oral attention to her other breast. She felt his tongue lick the nipple faster and faster, building the heat even higher in her young body.

"Oooooh gee!" she gasped. "I feel so wet in my vagina."

The juices in the lass's girlish cunt churned and bubbled, and came frothing out of her, soaking her vaginal lips and wetting Shirley's girlish mons. Her hot inner canal felt so squishy as the oily substance continued welling up all the more strongly within her, oozing from between her pouting, puffy labia. Gee! She had never felt anything like this before in her life. Shirley wondered why her young body was reacting this way.

The girl's blood was pounding through her veins and arteries, and she began twitching and jerking involuntarily. She would have fallen had Billy not been holding her, and she spread her thighs in order to stand. She felt the steely fleshpole pressing into her buttocks slide downward and then ease between her parted loins. Shirley could feel it slithering between her scorching, soaking thighs, and she moaned, knowing she liked this game. The squooshy movement of Billy's cock, rubbing between her thighs, filled her ears and she writhed again, but neither of the boys seemed to notice.

Shirley watched as Harold's wet, pink tongue, extended as far from his mouth as possible, continued licking her nipples. His tongue swept across her flat breasts, lapping the white surface of flawless girl-flesh. She noted the root beer had been completely swallowed up by Harold's mouth. Shirley's smooth white skin was tawny and glistening, covered as it was with the warm saliva from Harold's mouth.

Billy's hands slid around her biceps, his palms now rubbing her shoulder blades, but always returning to her shoulders and tugging them back to keep her girlish chest thrust out. His large palms and thick fingers made her wriggle even more as she felt them stroke down the length of her back. Shirley felt a radiating heat through her body as his fingers moved lower and began tickling the pliant cheeks of her young buttocks. She stiffened when Billy's fingers began trying to pry her crack wider.

But all the while, Shirley stared at Harold, watching as his glassy eyes remained riveted on her breasts, and his tongue continued teasing her nipples. Knowing her bosom was like that of most boys, Shirley wondered what it was about her nipples that so fascinated Harold. She couldn't know he was seeing them as they would be in a few years, rather than as they were now.

Shirley felt Harold's fingers on her hips, digging ever deeper as his lips compressed around each of her nipples in turn. Harold was totally oblivious to her glances, though the girl guessed he was aware of her heavy breathing as her chest moved rapidly up and down. To Shirley, Harold seemed to be off in a world of his own, enraptured by her body, and totally unaware of Billy's existence.

Now Shirley saw Harold's mouth open wide. He was less than an inch from one aroused nipple. She could see the brown stem jut out, almost as if reaching toward the mouth breathing heated air all over her body. The burning air covered her breast, spreading feverishly through her flesh, into her body. And then Shirley felt Harold's mouth, a huge, molten suction cup, close over her nipple as his small nose pressed into her chest. His lips made her tremble as they compressed around the throbbing nipple and pulled on it. Now his teeth were chewing on it, and though Shirley felt no pain, she did feel an exciting exhilaration shoot through her. She felt his right palm flatten itself against her other breast and massage it violently, as if trying to make that nipple stand out as far as the one which he was sucking. Shirley felt the boy's fingers pinch her nipple until she thought he would actually milk it of any fluid that might be inside.

The girl could feel Billy breathing all the more heavily in her ear, and realized he was looking down over her shoulder at what Harold was doing. Billy was pushing her hair aside with his nose so he could reach her ear all the more easily with his tongue. A stream of moist, hot air was jetting into the little girl's ear, followed by the wet pressure of the lingual digit. She writhed, and suddenly was once again conscious of the fleshy shaft rubbing between her solid little thighs.

Shirley squirmed and wriggled her hips, and she could feel Billy's penis pressing all the more firmly up between her cuntlips, even though the head was protruding in front of her. Harold was aware of what was happening and he slid his hand between her thighs, palm up, using the back of his hand to block Billy's cock from pushing between the folds of her labia, and into her. His rubbing palm against Shirley's clitoris made the girl all the more frantic as a new sensation of lust invaded her young body.

And all the while, Harold's mouth made her feel delightful anguish as he continued to suck on her nipple. The girl thrilled to the way his fingers probed her naked cuntlips. Her firm thighs came squeezing together, rubbing the bole of Billy's penis between them.

Shirley thrilled to the way Billy's tongue probed her sensitive ear, feeling the way the slimy oral digit explored the hard inner ridges while tracing the shell-shaped flesh. When his tongue stabbed deep into her ear, she gasped and humped forward, thrusting her clitoris against Harold's palm, causing more sensations to shoot through her. The young girl felt Billy's fingers digging all the more deeply into her buttocks, forcing the cheeks to separate so his fingertip could trace its way through the anal crevice and tickle her asshole. Billy really had no idea why he was doing this, save that he had seen this done with his mother. And just as his mother had enjoyed being probed, he could tell Shirley was enjoying it.

Shirley heard a loud, wet, smacking noise as Harold's lips pulled away from her extended nipple and went to work on the other, abandoned one. The eleven-year-old girl moaned with pleasure as her dry, tingling nipple was sucked into the hot volcano of Harold's mouth. He slurped noisily on the soft, throbbing young flesh, chewing with his teeth, arousing Shirley even more.

Shirley was certain electricity was passing through her young body. It seemed to originate in the nipple now being sucked, and it shot into her other breast, then down into her belly, and through her belly into her vagina, passing into the hand cupping it, as well as the hand squeezing her asscheeks and playing with her tiny anus. Everything felt so delightfully incredible. Hot, moist hands seemed to be covering her entire body, moving everywhere at once, staying nowhere too long, yet stoking new fires of lust in her young body. There were no longer two separate males in the young girl's mind. A mouth covered her nipple; a large cock probed between her thighs, cut off from the slit in her sopping vagina by what felt like a disembodied hand. Another hand was tickling her rectal hole, and two other hands were constantly roaming all over her body.

Shirley hunched her body and ground her buttocks back against the stiff pipe of flesh pushing between her young thighs. She had enjoyed feeling the head probe between her cuntlips, and longed to feel it again. If only the hand would get out of the way. An agonized plea sirened from her young throat.

Staring down at his head, Shirley saw him take his mouth from her nipple as if easing a flaming suction cup from her body. Her ivory flesh had turned a deep pink, and her brown nipple was as hot and wet as the other nipple. The girl's hair swung around her head, and looking down, she could see her entire body, which had been alabaster-white when this had all started, was a flushed pink. She was breathing heavily, gasping for breath.

Shirley watched as Harold's eyes left her breast, traveled down her body, and seemed to bore into the rich, pink cunt covered by his palm. The girl could feel more hot juices flooding out of her, filling Harold's hand. He was promptly rubbing the fluid back into her cuntlips, making her even more aroused. Harold didn't seem to notice Billy's prick, rubbing against the back of his hand.

Shirley didn't know why, but she had the feeling her hole was meant to contain the long, thick prick Billy was trying to shove into her. Shirley was sure the ragged tension gripping her would be eased once that cock filled her tiny vagina.

But the girl saw Harold had no intention of letting Billy push his prick into her. He was smiling, pressing Billy's cock away from her cunt, and the boy was licking his lips. Shirley wondered just what it was Harold had in mind.

"What's he doing?" she asked Billy, who was still kissing her ear, nibbling on the lobe.

Billy looked down, then whispered into her ear, "I think he wants to suck your pussy."

"My what?" the girl wanted to know.

"Your vagina, your cunt. You know."

"Isn't that perverted?" Shirley asked. "I mean, isn't that the hole that lets out the urine?"

"Nah!" Billy whispered back. "There's a tiny piss-hole there, somewhere, but it ain't the hole Harold's hand is covering. I seen my ma let her cunt get eaten. My dad does it all the time, and so do all the other guys who come here to join in with them. Ma thinks it's great. You'll like it. I'll take my cock outta, the way. You'll see. You'll like it."

Shirley looked down and saw Harold now on his knees. His young cock still jutted out in front of him, redder than ever and stiffer than ever. She felt Billy's penis slide back a bit, and then it slithered up between her asscheeks.

Shirley was thinking things might have gone a bit too far. Maybe it was time to stop. But heck, she didn't really want to stop. Well, they weren't hurting her, so she would let it continue.

As though reading Shirley's mind, Harold reached out with both hands. Shirley felt his palms clamp on the backs of her thighs and pull her forward. He was doing something crazy. He was lifting her thighs and placing each one on one of his shoulders. She was no longer standing, but almost sitting on Harold's shoulders. Her body leaned back against Billy's belly, and she shuddered as she felt Billy's hands reach down and place themselves flatly against her nipples, rubbing up and down. Shirley could feel the lad's thumbs rubbing her nipples up and down. The girl could feel Billy's stomach and thighs taking her weight very easily, and she rubbed her back against the head of Billy's cock as it tickled her spine.

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.

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.

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.