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CHAPTER FIVE

Before leaving her teacher's car, Shirley had been taught about douching, though Clare Wagner had not actually made the girl go through with it. But later, that night, while her parents had been downstairs watching TV, Shirley had gotten the rubber douche bag from the linen closet, filled it with water, put her naked body in the bathtub, flat on her back, and she had inserted the vaginal bone. In doing so, she had inadvertently broken her own hymen. Fortunately, it was so elastic, she felt almost nothing, and until the red-stained water came out of her, she was completely unaware of what had happened. Even so, she had assured herself she could douche properly.

The days seemed to drag after that, because they passed without her experiencing additional orgasms. Shirley did finger herself one night, but it was no fun. She needed to feel someone else's hands or tongue touch her clitoris. But Miss Wagner was busy and couldn't invite Shirley to her home again, and the girl didn't want to give the impression she was an easy girl to either of the two boys with whom she had played the previous Sunday. Besides, she had discovered, one of the reasons why she had enjoyed herself so much with Miss Wagner was the fact that she felt a strong attachment to the woman. And she didn't feel any sense of attachment to either of the two boys.

But when Saturday came around, and her parents went shopping in the city, leaving her alone, Shirley felt herself going out of her skull. And when both, Billy and Harold came by together, with Billy carrying a large, black leather bag, Shirley knew if she didn't do something she would go crazy. So she invited both boys inside.

Billy immediately excused himself, claiming he had to go to the bathroom, while Harold snuggled next to her on the living room couch. Shirley had drawn the drapes while Harold had put on all the lights. Then the boy had snapped on the radio. The music of Ebbtide flowed through the room, with a low rumble of waves splashing along a shore, and seagulls crying. Then, as the water seemed to recede across rocks, another sound filled the room. It was the rasping noise of a zipper and Shirley realized Harold had opened her purple skirt. And then the music filtered through her ears.

No, no, she wanted to cry out, not wanting things to start so abruptly. But the boy's hands were pressing against her white blouse, rubbing her girlish nipples, and Shirley felt Harold's fingers caress her flat breasts as softly as the withdrawing sea caressed the sand and rocks over which it traveled. The young girl's senses felt vibrantly alert, and the crashing waves behind the music became a roar in her ears. The ebbing waters appearing to encourage her – then smashing surf erupted explosively in her mind. And the warmth of Harold's firm hands, searching, feeling, rubbing, seemed to offer a comforting protection to her.

"Hey," the small boy encouraged. "Come on, lean back against me, Shirley. Relax and enjoy it," she heard him, say, and the sound of his voice snapped her back to reality. This was sordid. It wasn't really fun. Fun was doing something because one enjoyed doing it. Being with Harold, especially now that he was by himself, just didn't seem like fun.

"No, Harold," she said, trying to pull away from him. "I think we should at least wait until Billy gets here."

The girl didn't know why, but she felt safer with the two boys rather than with either, singly. There was a look in Harold's eyes which seemed to say he wouldn't be content with what they had enjoyed the previous Sunday.

"Billy takes forever in the john," Harold told her. "He won't be back for almost a half hour. Come on, Shirley, let's have a little fun."

"Just what do you mean by a little fun?" Shirley asked.

"Hey, let's you and I fuck today," Harold whispered.

"What do you know about fucking?" Shirley asked, sitting up.

"Are you kidding? Since last week, I've been in the library every day, hiding in corners and reading what they call adult books. I probably know more about it than most adults by now."

"Well gee, I don't know…" Shirley murmured, though the idea was very appealing to her. Ever since Miss Wagner had told her about it, Shirley had been aching to experience it. It was supposed to hurt the first time, but Harold's pecker was smaller than Billy's, and a smaller one might not be as painful as a big one.

Shirley felt the heat of Harold's body press against her, and then she felt cool air touch her flesh as he unbuttoned her blouse, moving his hand inside and touching her warm flesh. His cool fingertips touching her bare flesh made her squirm and jump.

The girl felt herself being held tightly, and tried jerking away from Harold. But the young boy held her firmly, and Shirley felt his fingertips move lightly and softly against the silken surface of her youthful skin. The fingers moved gently, slowly and the girl realized Harold had really learned a lot from the book he'd read. He was no longer fumbling and manhandling her as he had done the previous week. His moving fingers made the girl relax and lean back into him, surrendering herself to the softness she felt. Shirley could feel Harold's penis, stiff and hard, pressing into her buttocks, and she was able to sense the heat burning through him, but the girl was also aware that Harold refused to hurry. He was taking his time in spite of the arousal working through him. She knew she would surrender her body to him, not only because she was as anxious as he to find out how it felt to be fucked. She writhed a bit, but the resistance was just about out of her. Desire was the only thing left in the eleven-year-old girl.

Shirley felt Harold breathing into her ear, much the way Billy had done the week before. Now the boy had enough sense to keep his mouth shut. Another premature word could break the spell he was weaving around this luscious young girl.

There was nothing but tenderness in the way Harold's hands hesitantly traced gentle trails across her back. The boy ached to reach forward again, to move his hands around in front of her, to feel the hard, round nubbins of her chocolate nipples, which would one day top off firm, swollen breasts. More… Harold wanted to move his hand downward, over the soft curve of the girl's belly, past the elastic waistband of her panties, and feel the burning excitement at the first touch of her bare pelvis and naked loins. Yet, he waited. The image of himself and Shirley was reflected back in the large, living room mirror. And Shirley was totally unaware that behind the door leading to the kitchen, Billy Kapp was preparing another of his birthday presents: a movie camera, to take pictures of the scene about to unfold.

Shirley felt warm and comfortable, and though she had wanted Harold to stop, before, to take his hands away, she knew she would let him continue. Young, in the first flush of sexual delight, the girl was still dominated by her body.

So many conflicting thoughts whirled through Shirley's head. True, Miss Wagner had dispelled much of her previous guilt, and the young girl had felt no guilt whatsoever about being with her teacher, but being with these two boys always seemed to be wrong, no matter how much she enjoyed doing things with them.

Totally dominated by her own sensations, Shirley realized Harold's slow caresses could make her do just about anything. To Harold, it was still a kid game, and maybe it would be smart if she went along with it and played it that way. Shirley did know this much: from the first electric moment when the boy's hands had touched her bare flesh, causing cold, delicious chills to run up and down her spine until they ignited the burners in her brain, she had felt the need for satisfaction. And with each passing moment, Harold was building the urges in her body higher and higher. What was there about Harold that made her respond so willingly? In school, he behaved like a silly boy, though she had to admit he was smarter than any other boy in class. Except for Billy, Harold had almost no friends. Yet there was something about him that could turn Shirley on in a moment.

He wasn't holding her any tighter. Nor was he making her flesh tingle at the moment, the way Miss Wagner could. Yet he did have a way with his hands, and even now Shirley could feel the way his boyish fingers were tracing the outlines of her ribs. And she realized she ached to feel the fingers back on her nipples. For the first time, the young girl understood how sensitive and erogenous her nipples were. Even if she didn't have growing breasts, there was a definite sensitivity in her nipples. But even as the girl strained her body back against that of the still-fully clothed boy, he seemed to be doing things his own way, not acknowledging what he felt.

It wasn't until Shirley had finally reached behind her and grabbed Harold's hands that it seemed she would once again feel the warmth of his spread-out palms against her tingling nipples.

"Hold it a minute," Harold said, and suddenly got up from the couch where he had pulled her down.

"What's wrong?" Shirley asked, her body yearning and burning to feel him caress her.

"We need more light," Harold said.

"Why?" she asked. "I mean, we can't open the drapes. You know that. And we can't bring no more lamps in here."

"No, but we could take off the lampshades," Harold mused, and before Shirley could object, he was removing three lampshades on lamps all around the room.

He unbuttoned his shirt, as if using his standing up as an excuse to undo the garment, then tugged it out of his pants and threw it on a nearby chair. For some reason, the sight of the boy's bare chest touched something inside Shirley, and she became more aroused than ever, forgetting he had just removed three lampshades. The mirror in the room reflected the light all the more, making everything unbelievably bright. Shirley had believed all this extra light might cool the flames inside her body, but it hadn't.

He moved toward the young girl again, and his boyish face exuded an aura of sexuality of which she had been totally unaware, before. Perhaps his reading so much in the library had given him new courage, and therefore made him seem more arousing. Shirley wasn't sure, but she did know there was something about this boy who was her own age that really got to her. He was more vibrant and sexy than Billy, even though Billy was taller, older, and slightly more muscular.

"Hey," Harold whispered, coming closer. "Let's do it like the grown-ups in the movies. Let's hug and kiss and really do it right."

A soft, inaudible sound bubbled past Shirley's lips. She wanted to refuse Harold, to turn him down and say they had gone for enough, but her own inner yearnings wouldn't let her say a word. All she could do was sit up straight and welcome him as her arms encircled him. He sat beside her, pulling Shirley against him, swaying slightly with the pliant warmth of her body against him. And then his hands were peeling her blouse from her shoulders, and pulling her undershirt over her head so he could press her nakedness against him. Harold's hand reached down for her zipper. He tugged it one more time to make sure it was open all the way, then he stood over her and let his eyes rove over her body. It was the same body he had played with the week before, but he felt more excited than ever, looking at her, now. He liked her young, white chest with its dark nipples – nipples that would one day be long and thick. And he liked the shape of her thighs and calves, already formed though the rest of her had yet to really take shape. Reaching down, he pulled off her shoes and socks, and massaged her feet with the palm of his hands. Shirley felt another blast of warmth shoot through her.

The young girl had never thought of her feet as being erogenous, before. But now, when Harold touched them, she felt tremendously aroused. His palms against the soles of her feet made her gasp with burning passion.

When Harold held his hands out to her, Shirley took them and let him pull her to her feet. She stood motionless as he gasped, still looking at her upper torso. The light from a lamp behind her created the aura of a halo, making her look more angelic than ever.

Shirley enjoyed the effect she was having on Harold. Though far from vain, the girl had every right to believe she was pretty. She liked to bathe in the warmth of his glistening brown eyes, feeling the way they seemed to look through her, into her very soul. In the lamplight, her white flesh shimmered like glistening silk, and every little movement she made seemed to gracefully accentuate her beauty. Perhaps it was being alone with Harold that made her feel even hotter. This was a no-holds-barred game they were playing. As far as she was concerned, Billy was off, tending to his needs, and wouldn't be back before she and Harold had finally done what Shirley had ached to do. And then she might even let Billy do the same thing, if it felt good enough with Harold. Afterward, she could hurry upstairs and douche herself out. She was glad she had practiced douching.

The girl could see her own body in the mirror, and so was able to understand what Harold saw. After having been with Clare Wagner, Shirley was able to appreciate a female body, and staring at hers, in the mirror, felt proud. She was every bit as pretty as the boys seemed to think. At least it seemed so in her own eyes.

She felt Harold's hands again, as he kneeled and tugged her skirt down. The light from the lamps eliminated all shadows, and she seemed like an alabaster statue come to life. The girl realized, as she stepped out of her skirt and undies, that her waist was even narrower than Clare Wagner's, even if her hips had yet to swell. But they would. Shirley was positive they would. Her belly, which had a gentle curve to it when she lay down, appeared flat as she stood tautly, with her muscles pulled in. And Shirley could feel Harold's eyes burning into the patch of flesh his tongue had explored, before. The boy was becoming an insatiable satyr. She could see him restraining himself, though she was certain he ached to reach out and touch her little pussy. There was already dampness in the dark crease between her pouting, pink labia. Yet the boy contained himself. Slowly, he rose to his feet, standing in front of her, looking into her eyes. And Shirley could read the want in his face. He was even more hungry for her, than she was for his cock. Yes, she was hungry to feel his cock, only this time she didn't want it in her mouth. She wanted to absorb it into her body through her vagina. This time she had to find out how it felt to be truly fucked. She wanted that cock in her vagina.

Shirley's mind snapped out of its trance to see Harold was feverishly undressing himself. A pang of guilt suddenly ran through her again, and she wondered why she should feel this way. Her teacher had explained it all away. There was no need for her to feel what she was doing was bad, even if her mother and father frowned on it. It wasn't as if she was doing something to them. This was her life, and she intended living it her own way.

Shirley watched as Harold stripped off his shorts.

"He," he said, his eyes looking at the baby-grand piano. "Let's do it there, up high. Okay?"

"Let me put a blanket on it first," Shirley said. "I don't want my ma coming home and finding either stains or scratches on it."

She hurried upstairs to the linen closet, pulled out a spare blanket, and hastened down to the living room again. With Harold's help she spread the blanket on top of the piano. Then Harold boosted her up, and hopped beside her. Any feelings of conscience inside her had become totally silent. Had Miss Wagner not explained how right all this was, Shirley would have still been worried. But her teacher had made a lot of sense, and Shirley had resolved to enjoy it. Though now that she reflected on it, why would Harold want to fuck her on top of the piano? The girl felt herself breathing more and more heavily, and a film of perspiration washed across her forehead. The wild, chilling flame was flickering through her entire body, now.

Shirley closed her eyes for a moment, but when she opened them she was staring into Harold's face.

"Hey, it's kinda bright in here," she insisted. "Can't we at least put the lampshades back on?"

"Hey I can't do that," Harold insisted. "He needs… I… uhhh… mean… I need them on so I can really see you."

Harold's voice almost cracked, and Shirley wondered why. But before she could think any more about it, Harold had pressed her down on the piano top, and he was nibbling her ear with his teeth, just as the book in the library said it should be done. He sucked on her earlobe, enhancing the heat already burning inside the girl.

"Gosh, do we really need so much light?" Shirley insisted. But she was snuggling her girlish body against the boyish solidity of the skinny, young boy.

And behind the kitchen door, Billy Kapp was peering into the living room, thinking, boy this is gonna be some movie. And he aimed the camera at the mirror, since the reflection of the pair on the piano showed more from his angle than the actual couple.

Shirley clutched the young boy to her, shivering a little. Her face was flushed, but her eyes remained closed, though she could feel Harold looking at her. Her lover lips quivered with tremulous sensation. She felt his slender body tightly against hers, and the rush of desire burned more brightly than ever through her.

One of her hands was on his hip, her fingertips rubbing lightly against his skin. Shirley had learned a lot from her one session with Miss Wagner. Her other hand was between Harold's thighs, slowly and agonizingly moving toward his testicles. She decided she had enjoyed sucking Miss Wagner's cunt, but in the long run, she really preferred playing with a cock, even if she didn't feel the same degree of affection for Harold as for Miss Wagner. Her touch was making Harold writhe, maddeningly.

Shirley felt the boy dip his head lower, moving his mouth toward her nipples. She began to writhe against him in unconscious ecstasy, anxious to have him sucking her little rubbery points with his lips. But when she would have thrust her flat breasts into his mouth, the girl felt Harold's lips move down along her ribcage, and then sweep across her belly. He blanketed her writhing hips with his hot breath, then the teasing tantalization of his tongue began following the line starting high on her hips and curving inward toward the bared juncture between her girlish loins. Harold's tongue grazed across the velvet of her bared pubis, then teasingly moved away to lick the warm, quivering flesh of her outer thighs.

"Unnhh… annhh…" she gasped, incapable of speaking as her body arched and trembled against his.

Shirley felt Harold move his mouth slowly, teasingly, gently back to the tops of her thighs, and she decided she wanted to feel his tongue in other places on her body. She lay back, limply spreading her loins, gasping. "Ohhh golllyyyy… uhhhh… it's so-o-o-o… gooooddduuhh…"

Her thighs remained wide apart, and when Harold lowered his lips to her body, Shirley felt everything suddenly start spinning. All conscious thought of where she was and what she was doing and whose body was beside her was temporarily blotted out. Nothing mattered as long a she could feel the heated flame of his tongue licking her body again and again. It lapped all over her, licking her belly, then sliding down between her thighs and lapping between her loins. Then the tongue ran up to her pebble-hard nipples and caressed them, then down again to the burning center of her girlhood. And when the tongue plunged into her, Shirley felt the white-heat bubbling through her.

"Ooooh!" she gasped, her voice a soft whisper, barely audible.

Billy, still taking the pictures, wished he had sound to go along with this. It would have made it all so much better.

When Harold's lips left her body for a moment, Shirley opened her eyes, wondering why he had stopped. But a moment later, the young boy was pressing his mouth to hers, stabbing his tongue between her lips, and she could taste a bit of her own cunt in his mouth. Lord! She sure tasted good. No wonder Harold, and then Miss Wagner, had enjoyed sucking her cunt.

Shirley sucked on Harold's tongue as it swirled through her mouth, touching her palate, her teeth, and her gums. She unconsciously craved greater, stronger contact. Even now, she could feel the young boy's hands roaming over her torso. Shirley felt his hands slide between her thighs, and she bounced her buttocks on the piano-top. Her loins strained to open even wider to admit him to the very center of her feminine universe.

"Awwwaaahhhh… unnnggghhh!!!" she gasped, continually sighing into his mouth as she felt him kissing her lips. Her own tongue rammed against his, forcing it back into his mouth, and then her tongue followed it, licking at his palate. Shirley's oral digit circled around and around deep inside as though desperately searching for another entrance to his mouth.

The heated power of her own passion seemed to spur that of the young boy, building a wild pressure inside him. He writhed against her, letting her hip feel his youthful cock, and this only heightened her want for him.

Shirley could no longer take the teasing. She tugged Harold on top of her, and he covered her like a quilt. Her warm, glistening body felt his protective flesh as she shivered and shook, anxious now that the moment was at hand.

"Do it, Harold!" she gasped. "Come on, do it! That's why you came here! Fuck me!"

She felt him reach down and draw her legs up along the outsides of his hips until the plane of her wet, throbbing, virginal pussy was presented to him in welcome offering. Shirley felt his hands holding her loins apart and shuddered even more. The moment was a long, tortured thing. She couldn't wait, she just couldn't wait. He was taking too long, damn him. Her own hand reached down, burrowing between their bodies before he could grab his cock. Her fingers circled Harold's pulsing instrument and drew it toward her waiting pussy. She gasped, squeezing the cock, holding it just outside her girlish orifice, and could feel Harold holding his breath. Shirley smiled, thinking she was giving a little of what she had gotten. Her hand continued to hold the boy's penis poised just outside the lips of her cunt, making him believe she might be having second thoughts.

It was an eternal second afterward that Harold exhaled in joyous satisfaction as he felt Shirley's thumb tighten even more around the hot, pulsating point of his shuddering prick and slowly but surely guide the glans between her open cuntlips.

Shirley squeezed the rod more tightly, rubbing the head up and down in her girlish crack, until she could finally lodge the rubbery spearhead into the tight opening of her vaginal orifice. Blood pulsed rapidly through the swollen shaft, and this time she hoped he wouldn't come too quickly. Shirley knew she needed his cock to make her climax, and it would only happen if he could keep himself under control.

She could feel his rubbery cock-head parting her tight walls, and the stretch did involve some discomfort. Her inner vaginal sheath seemed to tighten up and she wondered whether she had become afraid. Even so, her anxiety was greater than her fear. She wanted to be fucked. She needed it.

"Push!" she gasped, unable to tug it any deeper into her. "Come on, Harold. Shove your hot cock into my aching pussy."

The hot, rigid pole slowly pushed, and the heated warmth was excruciating. It was all Harold could do to restrain himself. The library book had said something about it causing pain the first time, to a girl. He didn't want to hurt Shirley, but his not wanting to hurt her was a very selfish whim. He knew if he didn't really hurt her, she would let him fuck her again. This was already feeling super-terrific.

"Unnhh!" Shirley gasped, feeling the boy's hard pole push a little deeper into her. She could feel her vaginal walls constricting around the pushing probe as, little by little, it snaked its way deeper.

Shirley lay on top of the piano, moaning, unintelligibly gasping. Her teeth were tightly clenched to keep herself from screaming. There was, admittedly, some small pain in the stretching of her tight, inner walls, but it wasn't nearly as strong as the rapture she was feeling. The hot penis probing into the girl's writhing cunt was forcing an unbelievable thrill in with it. Her inner vagina ached with pain and pleasure, and she was only vaguely aware of the boy hovering above her. Her wet thighs were strained wide apart, soaking because of the wonderfully hard pressure she was feeling. It was caused by the phallus she had placed into her cunt, herself, what seemed like a year before. Her young, girlish body was hungry, and the hunger burned deep inside Shirley's contracting vulva as if it were the mouth of a ravenous animal now being fed.

Shirley was vaguely aware of Harold, pressing the palms of his hands into the piano wood on either side of her where part of the blanket had slipped away. Her face was contorted with a combination of pain and indescribable rapture, and her lips were pursed in an oval shape, begging to be kissed. Tiny, eeling groans seeped out of her as she half-consciously let her tongue lick out and circle her mouth.

There was a strong contrast between the hardness of Harold's skinny body and Shirley's soft, feminine shape. The hardness of the boy's throbbing cock was pushing all the more deeply into the soft folds of the girl's liqueous feminine flesh. The softness of her bare pubis contrasted with the hardness of his masculine pelvis as his lustful shaft fused itself deeper and deeper into her waiting, sucking nookie. The feeling of being inside Shirley's tight cunt made Harold's cock twitch and shudder, and Shirley's own pussywalls responded with twitches of their own.

"Ooooooh!" Shirley sighed, gasping with delight and agony. But the enjoyment was so much greater than the pain.

Opening her eyes, she saw him staring at her tiny nipples, a glazed look in his eyes. Having seen Clare Wagner's breasts, she understood what it was Harold was thinking. But heck, she didn't need breasts, right now. She had everything she needed, and Harold seemed to be enjoying her just as much even if her tits didn't swell.

She felt him sink his pole a little deeper into her, and soon she realized he was all the way in. It felt delicious. Oh golly! There had never been a feeling like this in the entire world. And all the grown-ups were hoggishly keeping it to themselves. Boy, when she grew up and had children of her own, she would explain all about this.

She watched as Harold withdrew his cock slightly, pulling away from her a little, and then she felt the entire penis slide out of her. Was he crazy? She was first beginning to enjoy it. The pain had been receding. He was sliding up on her belly with his hard, wet cock standing out before him, rubbing against her body. The mere feel of it drove Shirley crazy. There was a pent-up desire in the boy, but Shirley couldn't understand why he'd pulled out. She was certain hers was Harold's first cunt. This was the first time he was getting his shaft sunk into a feminine well. Why should he suddenly pull out?

Even though Shirley couldn't understand it, the answer was obvious. Harold had felt himself on the verge of coming, and he felt it was too soon. So he had yanked his shuddering prick out of her delectable confines. Now, he was moving higher and higher on her body, rubbing his penile underside against her flesh, moving the glans from side to side, pressing against her nipples.

Shirley felt Harold's hands reach down and back and felt his fingers squeezing her buttocks. He kneaded them, and looking in the mirror, Shirley could see the whiteness of her flesh ooze through his fingers. Then he leaned forward and began rubbing her nipples, pulling them, squeezing them, almost as if he expected her breasts to rise like yeast-filled dough. The swollen, mottled tip of his dark red penile point rubbed into the hollow of her throat, and each time he pushed it forward, it deposited a droplet of moisture against her girlish chin.

"Hey, come on, Harold," she said. "Sucking it is fine, but it doesn't give me the pleasure I want. You were doing great. Why'd you stop?"

"I would've come too fast," he replied. "You wouldn't've liked that."

His fingers continued tweaking Shirley's nipples, pulling on them, and the girl was certain her rubbery points felt a little longer and harder. The girl could see him gritting his teeth and realized he was fighting to bring himself under control. She could see her reflection in his eyes and saw the lines in her girlish face. She was feeling the strain as much as he. But she wanted to be fucked. That was why she had let the two boys in, in the first place.

Two boys! Where the heck was Billy? He sure seemed to be taking a long time in the bathroom. This was ridiculous.

But Billy didn't think so. He was getting some great shots. Like Shirley, he wondered why Harold had pulled out of the girl's cunt. From the angle at which they had been fucking, their genitals had been perfectly presented to the camera, and Billy, using his zoom lens, had gotten great close-ups of Harold's dick punching it way into Shirley's hot cunt.

Shirley's eyes were wide open and were gazing, almost unseeing, at the ceiling behind Harold's head. A heavy veil of passion still obscured her vision. Her hips and buttocks were rolling wildly on the blanket beneath as she bounced her asscheeks against the wooden piano-top again and again. She was totally out of control and would do anything Harold wanted to get his young cock back into her seething cunt. The mere thought of him pushing his wang back inside enhanced the burning lust inside her.

"Please, Harold!" she begged. "Please put it back in."

"Okay," he nodded. "Just one thing, first. Make the old pecker nice and wet so I can slide it into you a little easier this time. Okay?"

"Anything," Shirley gasped. "Anything to get you to fuck me."

Her tongue ran over her red lips, making them glisten. Oh man! For Harold, that was the greatest mouth on earth. He couldn't let this session go by without having her wrap those lips around his cock. And Shirley, lying beneath Harold, in unfulfilled desire, was anxious to do anything to get his pole back into her steaming pussy. She could feel the heat of his burning penis pressing into her throat, and feared he might suddenly start spurting now, against her neck and chin. But Harold had himself under control.

The boy moved up a bit so his knees were now on either side of Shirley's neck. His hard, throbbing shaft was directly over her face, presenting her glazed eyes with a view of the blood-bloated coronal ridge. His balls lay gently against the point of her chin. Shirley was aware of his remaining still at this moment, and felt his buttocks rubbing against her hard little nipples. She knew what he wanted, and the lust was so great inside her young body, she would have done anything.

"Come on, Shirley," Harold whispered, cupping his hands behind her head and lifting it. "Come on and start sucking like a good kid. Just make it nice and wet, and I promise I'll jazz it right back into your cunt. And if I come too quickly, I promise I'll go down on you and make you come the way I did last time, with my tongue."

Shirley inhaled deeply, smelling the heavy masculine scent coming from the boy's pulsing genitals. The odor built sensations even higher in her mind. Yes, she would suck it, but he'd darned well better put it back in her cunt.

And from behind the kitchen door, Billy continued taking pictures, glad the new camera had a silent mechanism so Shirley was unaware of what he was doing. He intended using up all the film, because he didn't want Harold taking pictures of him with Shirley, after. Even if he was going into the girl's cunt after Harold, her pussy would be nicely greased, so he wouldn't have to worry about dealing her some pain. And that was important. He would be remembered as one of her first lays, but not the one who hurt her.

Shirley felt her head being lifted until her mouth was directly in front of the poised cock. She felt Harold pushing forward a little, his buttocks rolling on her flat chest, until the tip of his penis was pressed between her lips. She heard him groan when the soft, tender surfaces of her lips brushed against the ultra sensitive skin of the expanding head. Her lips were still together, and she could feel him pause, as if waiting for her to protest, but Shirley had no intention of protesting.

Her mouth suddenly opened and her head pressed forward of its own volition without Harold's having to pull the girl to him. The movement caught the young boy by surprise, and she could see, from the corner of her eye, his reflection in the mirror as he gleefully stared down at her. The tight, squeezing oval of her lips sucked in the tightly stretched flesh of his throbbing prick. She instantly began using her tongue, slow at first, and she could feel the penis throb even more as her oral digit circled it. The hardened penis jerked in her mouth in tiny spasms, but her tongue, resting against the underside for an instant, felt the tube, and found there was nothing in the way of pressure building up in there. Her soft, warm lips were a tight, elastic ring of flesh, solidly enclosing the shuddering phallic wand. The girl sensed the nearly pained intensity building in Harold's balls as she saw them tighten into his groin. She was able to once again suck the full length of him into her mouth, feeling the palms of his hands press on her cheeks, forcing them against the pole of his entering cock.

"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah!" Harold was gasping. "Thatta girl!"

Shirley sucked at the boy's swollen shaft, holding it in her anxious mouth, using a moist, nibbling pressure. The more she did this, the more things she found she could do with her mouth. It was as if she had done this a thousand times before, even if this was only the second time. She wondered how it would feel to have a full, man-sized cock in her mouth, and she decided that was something else she would have to try. Nor did she intend to wait until she got older. She would find a discreet male adult, and would do things with him. It never occurred to her a male would object to something like this. Later on in life, when she went through college, she would start encountering so-called puritanical males who would enjoy the missionary fucking position, and nothing more. And she would be more glad than ever that she had indulged in all this at an early age, enabling her to eventually marry a partner perfectly suited to her.

The thoughts were washed away from her mind as all the fiery starvation in her anguished pussy was overridden by the whirlpool of sensation in her anxious mouth. Gosh! Harold's penis seemed so much longer, this time. It was actually pushing into her throat. Not that she minded. It was so deliciously big and hot, and it felt so great to have it swelling her cheeks and lips.

Shirley could hear Harold's faint moans and groans, and decided she had better not make it too good. She didn't want him coming off in her mouth while her pussy remained unsatisfied.

Harold, as if sensing her unhappiness, reached back and sank two fingers into her cock-starved young cunt. Shirley felt the fingers push their way in, widening her narrow pussywalls, but somehow, the fingers didn't make up for the cock. She needed fucking.

Yanking her head back, Shirley said, "No more, Harold. No more. You promised to fuck me, and if you can't do it, I'll wait for Billy. Now come on and fuck me."

Harold tugged his fingers from the girl's squishy cunt, then slowly slid back. Shirley once again watched as he stared into her pink, girlish cave, spreading her slender loins as far apart as possible. And then he moved forward, gripping his hard, young cock in his boyish hand. Shirley felt the penis press between her sucking lips, and then, before Harold could prepare himself, she wrapped her thighs around the boy's body, and tugged him all the way into her. Shirley gasped, not used to feeling a penis thrust into her tight quim so rapidly, but it was a sigh of wondrous delight. There was no longer any kind of pain, despite the tightness of her crushing pussy, Shirley's heels dug into Harold's flanks, and the girl began kicking him, urging him to move. Harold, unable to resist, began pounding his strong phallus in and out, in and out, and realized he was going to come in a matter of seconds. And the way Shirley's hips gripped his flanks meant there was no way he could slow down or pull out.

"Uuuunnnngggghhhh!" Shirley gasped, bouncing her buttocks all the more wildly on the piano-top.

The girl could feel Harold reveling in the sensation of his shaft being surrounded by her pulsating pussy. Tremulous sounds came pouring from her throat, and she bucked like a wild mare, aching, screeching, dying to reach that vaginal orgasm so long denied her. And Harold, perhaps slightly afraid of coming before her, felt the edge taken off his own desire. It slipped back down for a moment, and he was able to plunge his hard shaft into the girl with stronger thrusts. His own cries were equally exultant. Shirley felt his moving shaft slide in and out of the grip of her silken entrapment. She was becoming a whirling paroxysm of groans and whimpers as her taut, clamping body felt itself poised on the edge of utter fulfillment. She strained to receive the gentle hardness offered by Harold, thrilling to every joyful inch he plunged into her again and again. She felt the swollen log drive into her until it found the deepest part of her yielding niche that it could reach. His pelvis slammed against hers again and again, building and heightening the quantity of warm, flooding liquid easing its way. His hard penis seemed to slide in with much greater speed than it used in retreating.

And then, just like that, Shirley felt the overpowering orgasm reach through her as never before. It shuddered into her, making her scream, "Aaaaaiiiiieeeeeaaaggghhh!" as the pounding penis jammed into the rich, fertile softness of her inner self, fiercely jabbing and pounding all of itself through her.

Tears of happiness and satiety poured down Shirley's cheeks as her body rose and fell, still enjoying the ardent attack he was making on her hot vagina. The boy's searing plunger sank into Shirley's venereal cavern again and again, and her complex vaginal interior squeezed tightly around the thrusting pole, making the boy work to force it into her.

"Come… on…" Shirley gasped at him. "It's… uhhhh… your turn, now. Come… come…"

"I… uhhhh… can't…" Harold began weeping. "I… uhhhh… can't come."

She felt him push his arms beneath her thighs and lift them up and over his shoulders, forcing her knees back to frame her face. He continued steadily spearing and lancing his throbbing cock into her in that position. She saw his bulging eyes as he gazed down at her, looking low, staring between her thighs at the way his hot, long, heavy flesh merged into her sucking body. His captured cock kept appearing and disappearing, enveloped in the warm, throbbing folds of her hot, anxious cunt.

"Good!" she encouraged. "Good… keep doing it that… uhhhh… way and you'll… uhhhhh… come in… ooooooh… no time…"

"Annnggghhh!" was all he could say as Shirley felt him nail his poker repeatedly into her turmoiled depths.

Even though she was satisfied, Shirley realized she would never have too much cock. She would be able to go on fucking forever, if need be.

"Feels so good…" she gasped. "Ohhhh yessss…"

Shirley watched as her words seemed to drive Harold into a raging fury of greater licentiousness. He slammed and spiked his hard penis into her, moving continually faster, and finally she could sense the pulsations in the underside of his moving wang each time it sank into her. The flood was building up inside, ready to crest and overflow. She could feel his pulsing start as a slow, agonizing throb, and guessed the tickling inside him was building, turning into a lambent flame, and then a torch, and then a pyre, and finally… a mountain of sexual lava. She could tell from the way Harold was pounding into her, his loins were ablaze with tempestuous thrills no longer able to be denied. And then everything seemed to explode as Harold squealed, "Eeeeeyyyyyiiiiiaaaaaggghhh!"

Shirley felt Harold's hot, liquid semen shoot forth from his thrusting penile point in heavy gouts, blasting great drowning bursts into her. He flooded her vagina with so much of the cream, she thought he must be one empty shell filled with the stuff. And now it was all pouring into her. Her hot, tight cunt would never be able to hold all of it. In fact, Shirley could feel the heavy flow oozing out around the inthrusting cock, seeping down her thighs and asscheeks, dripping onto the blanket she had under her ass. She thanked whatever merciful deity that put the thought into her head to get the blanket. The sperm was dripping out all over, and though it soothed whatever part of her it touched, she knew it would stain the piano's mahogany finish should it touch. But the blanket was there, catching all the semen.

Shirley became aware of Harold's weight as he fell on top of her, totally drained. And soon it would be Billy's turn.