"The innocence of children" - читать интересную книгу автора (Strong Rod)

CHAPTER TWO

"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.

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.

Still in front of Billy's prick, Shirley took a deep breath and was pleased to find Billy kept himself clean in that area. He smelled good, very good. She sighed with a great deal of pleasure. The strong male odor filled her nostrils and seemed to spread through her body. If he tasted as good as he smelled, Shirley knew she was really going to enjoy doing this. Boy, what a thoroughly arousing scent. If they could bottle something like this and sprinkle it on people, everyone would have time for nothing but games like this.

Shirley could see the stiff cock shuddering and twitching, as if begging for attention. It looked even longer and harder, now. Gosh! Something like that, thrust all the way into her mouth could probably strangle the hell out of her. It was something of which she had to be careful.

Her fingers ran up and down Billy's thighs, making him gasp. He almost tore his hands loose from behind him, but managed to control himself.

Exhaling slowly, Shirley licked her lips again. There was a dreaminess in her eyes, and though she was only eleven, she radiated a sexuality few mature women would ever be able to imitate. The girl brushed her nose against Billy's thigh, moving back to Harold's, and her nostrils flared as she inhaled again. The aroma had a slight difference to it, yet it was arousing. Which was more arousing? Neither. Both were equal in their effect on her senses. Each was thrilling and exciting to her. Heck! It was like trying to decide which smelled better, steak or lamb chops. Both made her mouth water. Shirley could feel her vaginal lips twitching and shuddering as the juices inside began stirring again. She contracted her cunt muscles and felt her inner walls literally squish together.

Lowering her ass to her legs, parting her knees on the floor, Shirley found herself unable to contain the strong heat once again coming from her young, girlish box. The surge within gave impetus to her mouth, and she leaned forward and tongued Harold's balls. Up and down, right to left, around and around, her tongue roved over the wrinkled sac, teasing, licking, saturating the crinkly skin, making his few strands of hair nice and wet, too. Soon his balls were shining as if they had been waxed. And the nicest part of all this was, Shirley was enjoying it immensely.

The girl could see the response in Harold's throbbing dick. It was as if her mouth had blown a blast of air through a valve in his balls, stiffening his boyish cock, making it stand upright. Shirley could hear his breathing grow heavier, and it was obvious, whatever had bothered him before, no longer bothered him, now. He was concentrating solely on what she was doing.

Shirley could feel his eyes locked on her smooth, white face. She felt flushed as blood ran through her cheeks and forehead. She closed her eyes for a moment, almost afraid to look up.

The sound of what she was doing was very apparent to Billy, and it took all the boy's willpower not to shove his friend aside and have her go to work on him. Jesus! He would have loved to have had her all to himself for a whole day.

Shirley knew what she was doing was noisy, and she was aware Billy was listening. Much as she wanted to concentrate on Harold, she knew she couldn't ignore the birthday boy. The girl pulled in her tongue, then used the tip to wash each of the twin ovals in Harold's sac.

Opening her eyes, she glanced up as she lapped, and she could see Billy staring, lust shining in his twelve-year-old eyes. It was nice to know she could affect a boy this way.

And then her tongue made a sweeping circle around Harold's balls and licked across Harold's thigh onto Billy's thigh. And then her anxious mouth was moving onto Billy's testicles. Her hand reached over to the side and grabbed Harold's cock, and she found it as rigid as ever. The crisis had passed. Harold would be all right. Now Shirley had to see what she could do with hot-cock Billy.

Once more she tilted her head back, her face up against his balls as she breathed through her nose and built saliva in her mouth. The girl pulled his solid cock higher, lifting Billy's balls, slung low in their sac, to her nose. Taking a deep breath, Shirley opened her mouth quickly, then surrounded one solid lump with her girlish lips, using her tongue to swish the ball gently around in her mouth. Watery bubbles surrounded the hairless sac, making Billy groan with ecstasy. The boy could feel his muscles tightening as he held his gasping breath to still the threatening burst in his pulsating wang.

Oh Christ, Billy thought. Don't let me come yet, not yet.

Shirley could see Harold watching her from the corner of her eye. The younger boy seemed to feel Billy tense, and sympathetically tensed with him, while smiling. The girl could see Harold's wang throb wildly, letting her know she had both boys at the peak of excitement. It thrilled the young girl to know she could do so much, knowing so little.

Shirley's mouth closed tightly around the one testicle. She sucked slowly, gently, her teeth grating into the coarse upper flesh of the sac. The lass's tongue probed and teased, and she decided this was a lot of fun as her tongue rolled his ball around between her pulling lips. And as her mouth continued sucking the dangling nut, her nose nuzzled Billy's prick.

Slowly, carefully, Shirley allowed the tender ball to slide from between her sucking lips. Saliva pooled on her tongue, and the girl breathed deeply through her nose, then exhaled through her nostril onto the wet testicle. Billy all but howled as he felt the burning flow of air, making him tremble and all but jump. Even with the hot air fluttering over his flesh, he stayed in place because of the way Shirley's hand gripped his hard cock. Shirley could feel the pulsations running wildly through Billy's penis, and she had to grit her teeth to keep herself from smiling. She knew something was happening. Billy was not too far away from feeling the sensations she had enjoyed when Harold had licked her girlish cunt. It would be terrible if Billy felt them while his cock was standing up in the air, gripped by her hand, rather than in her mouth.

Shirley once more tilted her head back, but this time she began sucking on the other ball, the smaller one. Even so, it was in the same casing, and to the young, eleven-year-old girl, it tasted the same. It tasted good, but it was the same. Shirley swished her hot tongue around the sensitive testicle, and mumbled, "Ummmm!" as she thought, this is as much fun as having my vagina licked by Harold. Next time, I'm going to lick Billy's balls while Harold laps my pussy.

Pussy! That was a new word for her, at least as far as Shirley's feminine genitalia were concerned.

Opening her mouth, Shirley released Billy's testicle, then tongued her way across the two thighs, back to Harold's groin. She could see Billy heaving a sigh of relief, and realized he would have reached that peak she, herself had attained, had she sucked his ball for another ten or fifteen seconds.

Her fists closed around both phalluses, then tugged on the two masculine pikes, pointing them up toward the faces of their respective owners. The girl watched the boys lean back, and wondered why each was so afraid of his own penis.

Her small, heated, pink tongue eeled out and licked up the smooth underside of Harold's hard cock to the heel of her hand. Then Shirley's tongue circled and curled around the thick, shorter stalk, moving from side to side, back and forth. Then the girl's tongue spiraled its way down to his balls, and then back up again. Shirley slid her palm higher, until Harold's blood-red, almost-bursting cock-head rested against the heel of her hand. She could see the quivering, winking slit glisten delightedly, almost hypnotizing her. The tip of the girl's tongue prowled over the thick-corded, cylindrical map with the bluish lines. Her oral digit applied its point to the tiny valleys between the veins moving this way and that, as if inside some kind of maze, looking for the right way out. Shirley could sense Harold's blood as it wildly pounded within. And the tube in the underside of his penis began suddenly pulsating, as if following her guiding tongue.

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.

Shirley's face glowed as she sucked, swallowing again and again, trying to taste more of the savoring flavor emitted by Harold's penis. She could feel the heated juices pooling in her belly, keeping her inner stomach warm. But she wanted more. She had to have more.

The girl's hand reached out and gripped Billy's penis, squeezing the base, then moving her thumb up to rub the moistened head. She squeezed the cock one more time, letting it know her mouth was on its way. Sucking one final drop from Harold's cock, she lifted her head from his wilted penis. Shirley's lips smacked together, letting the boys know she had really enjoyed the taste of what she had been drinking. Her eyes stared at Harold's wang for a moment, limply dangling between the boy's thighs, glistening with the remnants of her saliva.

Shirley heard Billy stifle a moan as his fingers opened and closed on the edge of the wall seat, letting her know he was aching for her to hurry.

"Come on, Shirley," he whispered aloud. "You're finished with Harold."

Looking up, the girl could see Billy's face was flushed with blood, and his dark eyes seemed to burn into hers. Shirley could see every muscle in Billy's body was tense and rigid, straining. He was stiff and unmoving, and only the twitching in his rigid cock let Shirley know the boy was still alive.

With the speed of a striking snake, Shirley lowered her head, mouth wide open, over the pulsing glans of Billy's cock. Her lips swallowed the entire organ at once, listening to the sigh of relief coming from him. It was as if the boy didn't believe she would get there in time. Heck! For awhile she had teased him so unmercifully, she might even have given Billy the impression she would never get there. Billy thought she had done Harold because Harold had done her. And perhaps Shirley was waiting for Billy to do her before she would do anything for him. Only now, as her mouth swallowed his hard prick, did Billy sigh with relief.

There she was, that wonderful mouth sucking on his cock, looking so sweet and lovable as she engulfed his longer wang. He felt her lips sliding lower and lower and wondered if Shirley had a throat. Maybe there was nothing but a big, empty hole inside her. His greased cock seemed to slide between the opening of the girl's hungry lips. Then the penis seemed to expand once it was in her oral cave, stroking against the smooth sides of her inner cheeks. How else could she possibly manage to take the entire length of his phallus into her mouth? She had to have a bottomless pit in there.

Shirley's nose buried itself deep into the hairless pelvis at the root of his phallic tree. The girl breathed deeply, her nostrils flaring, holding her breath as long as possible, hoping the rich perfume of his flesh would seep through her much like the rose water in her hair had captivated Billy, earlier. The thrilling scent seemed to block out all other smells, almost numbing her nostrils. The huge, young flesh-tree seemed to expand in her mouth as it marinated within. Shirley could sense the temperature in the young boy's cock rising. Now her tongue and lips began to slowly nurse on, and suckle, the tasty pole.

Shirley felt the point of Billy's penis pushing into her gullet. At first she fought it, then relaxed, and suddenly found she was able to take half the head, feeling it widen her gullet. Had his penis been longer, she would have been able to take more. This was the most enjoyable game she had ever played.

Shirley could feel Billy staring down at her face, watching her nose press into his bare pelvis. His hands continued to grip the edge of the wall seat, but she could see how they ached to clamp down on her head and push down, making sure every last bit of penile flesh filled her yawning cavity.

She can't have taken it all into her mouth, Billy thought. It's a physical impossibility.

Shirley looked up and saw Billy's expanded chest. She could tell he was holding his breath. She could also feel the immense penis swelling in her throat. This time the girl managed to bob her head up and down a half dozen times, and then felt the raining sperm drench her gullet. Unbridled passion burst forth from Billy's pulsing young wang, and spasms of pleasure rippled through her as she anxiously drank the fluid.

Yes, Shirley could once again taste a difference between the two boys, though Billy tasted no less savory than Harold. The girl sucked avidly, drinking the heavy outpouring from Billy's hose, feeling it flow down the sucking drainpipe of her anxious throat. Shirley noted that Billy, even though longer than Harold, shot less fluid, and emptied out a lot more quickly. She wondered why.

Sighing with pleasure, Shirley finally released the penis. She stood up and watched Billy simply sit there on his knees, unable to move for a few seconds. Gee! That was really something. She had no idea she had affected Billy that strongly.

Slipping into her clothes, Shirley waited for the boys to recover. Eventually Harold, then Billy, began moving. All three promised not to tell anyone what had happened. It was to be their secret. It was also agreed Shirley might meet with one or both of them at a later date, for a repeat performance.

The two boys hurriedly dressed, then went into the next room, a small room, where there was a TV set. And when Shirley's mother arrived, some minutes later, she found her daughter and the two boys asleep in front of the TV screen.