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CHAPTER SIX

"Wow!" Billy said, walking into the living room. "Sorry to take so long, but it was necessary. Hey, what are you two doing up there in the piano?"

"Harold thought it'd be more fun to do it up here," Shirley told him, sliding out from under the inert Harold.

"Boy, who'd ever think a guy like Harold would get into a girl before me. I'm still a virgin," Billy admitted.

"Well, it's your own fault," Shirley teased. "Harold got firsts because you were busy, elsewhere."

"Yeah, well I figure I'm just about ready now, if you think you can take me on," Billy said.

"Not the way that looks," Shirley laughed, pointing at the boy's limp dick.

Billy had been so aroused by the sight of Harold fucking Shirley, he had jerked off, and he'd had to take the time to wipe his spunk off the kitchen door, afterward. But the masturbation, though relieving, was far from satisfying. He still felt the need for a good fuck, especially after watching Harold get all the action.

Billy sat on the couch, spreading his thighs, and said, "Well if you're such hot stuff, let's see you make it hard."

Shirley slid off the piano and made Billy stand while she spread the blanket on the sofa. Then Billy sat again, while Harold said he was going into the kitchen for a glass of water.

Going to where Billy was seated, Shirley, on her knees, slid between Billy's thighs. It was a deep sofa, so even though her feet hung over the edge, her shins were supported along with her knees. Billy used a foot to drag a hassock over behind the girl, and she, feeling it, moved back until she was kneeling on it. Her hand reached out and grabbed the pulpy limpness of Billy's cock. Then the girl lowered her head until it was mere inches away from the boy's penis. It looked so tiny and helpless and… impotent. Even the rubbery, heart-shaped head, and the pink, sightless eye inside it, looked tired.

"Well," Shirley nodded, "we'll have to do something about this." And she clicked her tongue against her teeth.

"Remember," Billy told her, "I like to see what you're doing while you're doing it."

Smiling as she remained kneeling, she tipped her head back as far as possible, digging her elbows into the cushion, between his parted thighs. Her pink, tiny tongue extended itself, saliva making it glisten and sparkle in the brightly lit room.

Shirley plunged the point of her hot, moist tongue right into the tiny eye, and quickly drew it back. Odd, but she could almost swear she tasted semen. As it was, a colorless drop came out on the tip of Billy's cock, as if magnetically coming out after her tongue. Shirley smiled and licked it off. She rolled the drop around in her mouth deciding it definitely had a spunky taste, even if it was a weak taste. Maybe going to the little boy's room had also sapped the strength from Billy, she thought. Shirley's tongue extended itself again and lapped at the tiny rim of flesh that extended barely higher than the slit. Then she licked all around the mushroom like head, especially at the underside.

Harold came out of the kitchen drinking a glass of water and watching. He was too bushed to do anything else. But the sight of the globes of Shirley's ass set the flame flickering inside him again. Not that he intended fucking her ass that particular day. Even if he could raise another erection, it would never be stiff enough to force its way into the girl's rectum. Her asshole was closed, though there was no strain on her part in keeping it closed. Nor was her arched body strained in any way.

Shirley sucked her inner cheeks with her tongue still sticking out, building up a flood of saliva. This was a trick Clare Wagner had taught her. Saliva oozed slowly between her closed lips, running the length of her extended tongue, and then rolled off onto Billy's cock-head. Her fist held the limp wang propped straight up. And then Shirley felt her body twitch as she thrilled to the pressure of Harold's hand smoothly running over her asscheeks. His fingers tickled, making her clench her asscheeks tightly together.

Looking up at the mirror behind Billy's head, Shirley could see Harold's reflection, and she noted the smile on the younger boy's face. The girl could see Harold eyeing her asscrack and wondered just what was going on in his mind. She hadn't minded that one time when he had poked a finger into her rectum. And she'd loved it when Clare Wagner had proven Shirley was capable of enjoying anal climaxes, too. But she wasn't ready to have a thick penis force its way into her rectum.

Shirley's attention was captured by a sigh coming from Billy, and she saw he was watching as her gentle tongue played lightly over his limp cock-head again and again. His watching her made her smile. Shirley could tell he was enjoying the way she was using her tongue, and the girl had to admit to herself that she had become an expert in a very short time.

Shirley's tongue circled the soft minaret very slowly, tracing it again and again, exploring the rough surfaces and the smooth, feeling the faint little line on the underside that seemed to separate the helmet like head. She repeated the maneuver again and again until she was certain she could use the tip of her tongue like a pen and draw his penis from memory. Her clutching fist, under a patch of many veins, buried in what was now a loose sheath of flesh, seemed to be waiting for her signal.

Harold continued to fondle her asscheeks, pinching the soft cheeks in large clumps between his fingers all over the dead-white surface. In minutes, her buttocks were glowing with a healthy pink shine, though Shirley knew the young boy hadn't harmed her in any way. His fingers would leave no black and blue marks. Shirley was glad Harold was occupying himself with her ass. Now she wouldn't feel as if he were being left out of things while she continued working on Billy.

Harold was enjoying himself, and a little twinge in his balls let him know his body was ready to return to life. His penis was already semi-erect. Heck, it was in better shape than Billy's, despite the attention Shirley was giving Billy's.

Shirley's eyes once again went to the mirror, and she could see the way Harold's face was concentrating on her buttocks. Stopping her sucking for a moment, she looked back and saw Harold was almost erect again. The boy was certainly virile. She had to give him that.

Looking at Billy's face, Shirley saw his eyes were closed. His head was resting against the back of the sofa, and he was enjoying her oral ministrations.

But Shirley didn't want Billy's cock in her mouth for too long. She wanted to build it hard so he could fuck her, too.

Lifting her face, she turned to Harold and said, "You just sit on the couch next to Billy. Once he's hard, I'll give you the mouth action you were craving, earlier. In the meantime, relax."

So Harold plumped himself down on the couch, on top of the blanket, next to Billy, while Shirley, still kneeling on the hassock, went back to work on Billy's penis. It was already starting to show signs of life. Her mouth slid up and down the rubbery length again and again, and little by little it began standing up. It was still a little longer than Harold's, and Shirley was glad. She wanted to feel that extra length inside her tight twat.

Easing her mouth off Billy's penis, she said, "Okay, let's see if you can fuck my pussy from the back, while I return to sucking Harold's cock."

"Boy, he sure gets a lot of attention from you," Billy said.

"That's because he gives a lot of attention," Shirley explained. "If you were willing to give as well as receive, I'd pay just as much attention to you."

"So you say," Billy smiled, rising from the couch and walking behind her, his steel-hard cock gripped tightly in his fist.

Shirley felt Billy reach between her thighs from behind and touch her cuntlips. Filled as she was with Harold's semen, she still seemed to be drying out back there, perhaps because of the way she was concentrating on her oral ministrations.

Going to the kitchen, Billy returned a moment later with a dishrag he had found. He had dipped it in warm, soapy water, and now used it to clean Shirley's pussy. Shirley enjoyed the heated water, but it didn't make her that much more aroused.

Meanwhile, Shirley's attention was taken up by the half-erect pole between Harold's thighs, and she decided she was going to make it as hard as possible. She sucked the penis, rubbing her lips up and down the tubular length, feeling it stiffen some more, but it never did attain the hardness it had enjoyed earlier, when she and Harold had been on the piano. Feverishly, she tightened her wet lips around the coronal rim and pulled hard, and she was rewarded by feeling it stiffen even more.

There we go, she thought, as Billy stopped mopping her pussy.

As if responding to her thoughts, Harold's prick seemed to swell up like a balloon, now. Her hand slid under the boy's wrinkled testicles and massaged them, and she knew she was going to have a nice, long suck-session.

"Good," she heard Harold say, as he thrust his hips up toward her face. Shirley closed her lips all the more tightly over the penis point, but refused to slide down the length of the shaft any farther. How much of his shaft would penetrate between her lips was her decision, not his. These boys had to be taught manners. When she felt him lean forward, she was ready to take her mouth from his phallus if he tried pushing her face down. But all Harold did was lightly tickle her flesh, making here wriggle a little. Shirley liked it. Even though Harold was the younger, supposedly less knowledgeable than Billy, whose parents liked swinging, whatever he had read in the library was standing him in good stead at the moment.

Shirley felt the older boy kneeling behind her and wondered what he was doing. His hands were rubbing her hot pussy, forcing her to keep her thighs wide apart. He leaned down, and Shirley almost jumped when she felt his tongue lick at the tiny indent at the top of her asscrack. The girl trembled and jerked in surprise, not expecting it in there. She felt Billy nuzzle the wet spot, and then his tongue extended itself from his open mouth, and using the digit like a writing instrument, Shirley felt the boy write Y-U-M-M-Y B-U-M on her asscheeks.

Able to feel each letter as his tongue spelled it out, the girl broke into laughter, and the grip of her lips on Harold's cock suddenly loosened. Harold slammed his thighs up swiftly, trying to push his almost erect penis into her mouth again. He managed to cram it into her throat, touching her gullet, and it made Shirley angry to think the boy wanted to treat her like a tart. So she bit down.

"Yowwwchh!" Harold howled, almost jumping up from the sofa. She felt the younger boy grab her by the hair and tug her face back. She flinched with pain, but stared right at him, saying, "What's bugging you, buster?"

"Bugging is the right word," Harold snapped back. "My cock feels like a bug bit it."

"Well don't be in such a rush next time," Shirley told him. "My folks aren't due back for a good three hours, yet. We have lots of time to enjoy ourselves and play games. If you ever try shoving that down my throat again, I'll nip it right off."

"Well hell, you released the hold your lips had on my cock," Harold said to her. "I figured you wanted my prick stuffed inside. I'm sorry, Shirley."

"Okay," she nodded. "But next time you let me take that cock in, instead of sending it in uninvited. I only opened my mouth because I was laughing at a private joke between Billy and myself."

"A joke? Hey, I didn't hear him say anything."

"You behave, and maybe later on I'll let you in on it," she told him. Then she lowered her head, smacking her lips and licking them with her tongue, saying, "My, what a tasty morsel."

Her hand, under his balls, had become wet with perspiration, much of which was starting to form in the tight crack between his bumcheeks. Now her hand slid past his testicles and Shirley dug her fingers into the flat cheeks of Harold's small ass. It had surprisingly smooth cheeks. Her fingers continued probing upward until she had a firm grip, her palm directly against his ass crack. Her head bobbed all the more quickly as the girl's mouth sucked steadily. Shirley had developed a talent for cocksucking that would put many a practiced fellatrice to shame. Her lips pulled on the swelling head of the penis, and a constant flow of rich, heady lubrication filled her mouth, mingling with her saliva.

She could feel Billy, in back of her, kissing and licking the smooth, velvety, creamy flesh below her waistline. His hot lips could be felt sweeping over the surface of her flesh from side to side, leaving a trail of sizzling kisses. Shirley felt his tongue moving lower and lower as he licked from side to side, until she could feel his tongue probing into her sealed asscrack.

Shirley's hot cunt began squirming and throbbing, reminding her that although she had orgasmed before, she was so aroused, there would be no peace until a cock fucked her again. She expected it would be Billy's, but the truth was, she didn't really care whose it was at the moment, just so long as it happened soon.

Harold leaned over her back, his hands sliding around and under her, reaching for and feeling her flat breasts, rubbing and massaging the small, hard nipples. Shirley felt his mouth on her back, sucking as if he had a breast between his lips. From the angle at which he was bent over her, she was sure Harold could see Billy's working tongue, as well. A sight like that would have to be arousing.

Shirley sucked a bit more of Harold's rigid penis between her lips. She sucked and slurped strongly, her tongue reaching lower and grazing the underside, where the head was joined to the rest of the shuddering staff. The girl felt Harold's hips jerk a little, urging her to widen her oral grip. The girl's amazing tongue moved again and again, each stroke feeling different from the previous one. Her lower lips ground feverishly against his penile underside, tormenting the tingling nerves within, feeling the sacs of blood beating as more of the fluid filled them, making them swell that much more. The penis seemed to be reaching into her mouth now of its own volition, without any urging from Harold.

Shirley heard the younger boy groan and clench his teeth, forcing himself to restrain his passion. She would have jumped on his cock, forcing it into her cunt, letting Billy continue to tongue her ass, but Shirley realized Harold was a mouth freak. He wanted his cock sucked more than fucked.

Billy's blazing tongue continued stroking up and down the tightly clenched crack between her ass-cheeks. It would lick down to where her asshole was, and then lick back up again. The saliva on his tongue kept running off, seeping into the narrow juncture, mingling with the perspiration she felt building back there. And still she kept her anal rictus tightly shut.

Shirley felt Billy's hands dig into her bum flesh, his forefinger trying to poke into her hole. At the top of her asscrack, Billy's tongue flattened, the tip pointing up, and the underside of said tongue seemed to sweep through her rectal crease, swabbing up and down, this time stopping directly below her bumhole. Again and again the tongue worked at the crinkle, trying to make Shirley relax and loosen up. It was as if the burning breath coming from his mouth was pouring into her anus and seeping out her vagina.

Shirley's expert lips continued tugging on Harold's cock, sucking, stroking, tormenting, nibbling, building the younger boy's passion. She could sense the rising tide of sperm, and seemed to know when to stop, each time. And each time she stopped, she could see the twitching in his penis slow down as the sperm once again receded. Then she would resume her oral attack on Harold's cock all over again.

Her mind was no longer concentrating on what her mouth was doing. It was as if her mouth seemed to have an automatic thermostat, knowing when to stop. Shirley realized her brain was totally indifferent to what she was doing. His consciousness was wandering to the lower part of her body, away from her tight, sucking lips, into the depths of her tight, sucking pussy.

Shirley could feel Billy's mouth pressing in, his tongue enjoying the battle with her rectal muscles, knowing, as Shirley knew, her resistance was automatic and beyond her control. She waited for his tongue to pierce her resisting sphincter, curious to know what it felt like to have a tongue in her rectum. One, hard, forward thrust, and she knew Billy's tongue would penetrate her asshole. As it was, the girl could feel Billy's thick, scalding tongue wiggling and gyrating forward, very slowly parting her buns.

Shirley moaned and gasped, the sound coming from deep within her anxious throat. Harold's solid boner muffled the sounds she was making, turning them into choking sounds. Harold stared down at her, suddenly worried. How could the girl choke when his cock wasn't anywhere near her gullet. Was there some kind of an obstruction preventing him from plunging his cock all the way in?

Shirley's eyes were glazed, totally lost to the ecstasy of the hot tongue in her asshole. She was looking up, staring at Harold with the tip of his hot prick between her lips, but she wasn't seeing a thing. She seemed to be in a totally different world.

Harold looked down at Billy, but all he could see was the top of Billy's head as the latter continued tonguing Shirley's ass. And Harold realized, for all that he'd read in the library, Billy had succeeded in taking her mind away from giving him pleasure. She had temporarily lost all contact with Harold. At the moment she was the subjugated slave of Billy Kapp.

Enough was enough. It was one thing to dole out pleasure to Shirley. It was another thing to do it so well she could no longer give Harold enjoyment.

Harold opened his mouth to shout at his friend, but no sound came out. His throbbing prick began feeling something, and looking down, he saw Shirley's mouth instinctively tightening now. She sucked in an inch then another, violently stroking the throbbing tube in the underside with her working tongue. Her head was starting to bob up and down a little, and if Shirley didn't feel it, she couldn't be blamed. The passion shooting through her body, starting at her rectum, was unbelievable. Fire roared through her, uncontained.

Shirley felt Billy's tongue worming its way deeper and deeper into her anus, sliding past her relaxed sphincter. It pressed into the hot folds of her puckered flesh, moving deeper and deeper into her rectal canal, causing thrills no one had ever built in her before to come to life. The girl could feel Billy's lips sucking solidly against her asshole as his tongue steadily moved back and forth, driving deeper and deeper. The young girl thought about three inches of it had to be running through her anal canal, but the truth was, less than a half inch of tongue was inside her. Even so, the tongue licked, saturating her rectal walls so heavily, she knew her ass would never again dry up.

Feeling thrills continuing to sparkle through her, Shirley suddenly felt a keen sense of loss when Billy abruptly withdrew his tongue. She was so disappointed, her fingers automatically clutched Harold's ass, and her own middle finger suddenly found itself plunging into the boy's anal hole. She felt him gasp as he jumped, squeezing his sphincter tight, trying to keep her finger from plunging in any deeper than the second knuckle. Her mouth sank lower, and Shirley tightened her lips around his throbbing prong, but Harold, who realized Shirley thought of him as an oral fetishist, decided this time he was definitely going to pop his load somewhere else. Maybe he'd shoot in her ear, so she could hear him coming. No, no, he definitely was not going to pop his load in her mouth, no matter how hard she tried to make him do it. But the flood of sperm in his cock was steadily pushing upward, moving higher and higher.

Billy's tongue began probing below the dime-sized pucker of Shirley's asshole, and he gripped the twin cheeks all the more tightly, raising her thighs higher. The boy's long tongue snaked out in search of the hidden spring feeding the rivers of sweet syrup flowing down her thighs as well as in the crevices and joints of her tasty, tender body.

Shirley's hands clutched strongly at the firm flesh of young Harold's buttocks. The finger she had accidentally sunk into his rectum twisted, wiggled and gyrated within the heated narrowness of his muscular stricture. Shirley's other hand shook and massaged the soft lumps inside the fleshy cage of leather, pushing them up, letting them fall, dividing them, then bringing them together, but her mind remained totally unaware of what her hands and her mouth were doing. The girl knew only what was happening below. The action consuming her attention was between Shirley's thighs. Though it made the rest of her body sizzle, she remained unaware of the effects. Even the blood pounding through her, beating through her arteries, seemed to avoid pathways leading above her armpits. It was almost as if she had blood clots, preventing her from feeling what her hands and her mouth were doing.

Billy's tongue circled around and around the rim of her seething vaginal entryway. Shirley could feel it spiraling its way a little deeper each time. Her overflowing wine was flooding out of her, but was no longer seeping down her thighs. She could feel his mouth and face catching the seeping flood. Her labia could feel his twitching nostrils as they exhaled after breathing in the sweet perfume of her exotic little pussy. She writhed and corkscrewed her hips around and around, moving automatically, totally unaware of what she was doing at this point. She was completely caught up in the wonderful feelings being imparted by the moving tongue, she could have stayed that way forever.

Shirley's mind continued to remain blank as her senses spun around and around, mounting higher planes with each passing second. The whirling in her head seemed to be keeping pace with the corkscrewing tongue in her pussy.

The girl's mouth tightly closed around Harold's throbbing phallus, working mechanically, her lingual digit circling and stroking the ultra-sensitive swollen glans with the same cadence as the tongue spinning through her wet, seething quimwalls. It was as if Billy's rotating tongue was the control for the movements of Shirley's tongue.

Billy's tongue seemed to leap even deeper into her sucking cuntal canal. Shirley's walls contracted all the more solidly around the moving, lapping digit, trying to pull the slick member even deeper into her aching tunnel. Though her mind could no longer concentrate on anything, Shirley's body felt Billy's tongue jabbing back and forth inside, rolling around and lapping at trembling nerve-endings. Shirley moaned and gasped, her throat gurgling, bubbles squeezing from between her tight lips and dribbling down the length of Harold's tumescent extension.

Her hands squeezed his buttocks all the more tightly, her finger pushing its way even deeper into his ass, letting him know how it felt when he'd done it to her. It made Harold shut his eyes and his ears to all else that was happening. If he heard the sounds of her exquisite agony, he no longer cared. He felt his entire young being controlled by her mouth.

Shirley's body felt the moving tongue stiffen even more as Billy thrust it in and out, in and out, compensating for the hot, hard throbbings running through his own malebone. One of Shirley's legs had worked its way between Billy's thighs, and it registered the hot, hard sensitivity shooting through the older boy's aching cock. She wondered if it were possible for him to slide his hard cock into her cunt right next to his tongue, aching to feel both extensions inside her at once. It never occurred to her such a thing was physically impossible. A comic book hero, the Elongated Man, came to her mind. She remembered the character was a married man, and envied his wife. Imagine, the woman could have a cock of any length inside her, and more, because of the way he could stretch, the man was capable of burying both, his tongue and his cock inside her at once.

Shirley felt Billy's lips suck even harder on the rim of her aching pussy. The tongue was no longer probing inside. Rather she could feel his lips melding themselves to her labia, kissing her aching pussy with loud, resounding smacks. Then he pulled his face away, levering himself up by gripping her asscheeks.

Shirley's tongue also stopped, pressed itself flat against the underside of Harold's throbbing penis, as if waiting to feel Billy's tongue in her hot twat flicker through her entire body and once again take control of her own oral digit. Christ! That licking tongue had controlled everything happening inside her. This had been the first time Billy had used his mouth, and Shirley had to admit, the boy was totally different in his lingual workings than Harold. And he was just as good. Now, the whirling, turning, churning passions inside her had temporarily come to a halt.

Shirley felt Harold's thighs surrounding her head. She could feel the tension in the younger boy, and knew he was on the verge of another climax. She could sense the air in his lungs ready to blow out, preparing to detonate his lust. All it needed was a bit more of her tongue action. Harold had already forgotten his resolution not to come in her mouth.

Shirley waited for Billy's next move. In her mind, he was the one controlling the action between the three of them at this point. Whenever Billy started his next move with her, it would set her in motion with Harold. And the girl knew it wouldn't be too long, now. There was an all-consuming passion burning inside her, totally beyond her own mental control. And if it burned in her, it burned in both boys, as well.

Behind her raised ass, Shirley felt Billy's thighs pressing against her. In her mind's eye she could see his swollen penis, aiming itself between the hot thighs where Billy's tongue had been licking. His hands rested on her asscheeks, motionless, and Shirley could feel Billy's eyes burning into her back, sweeping forward, staring at the way her mouth was connected to Harold's seething cock. The realization he was in control paralyzed Shirley, and she sensed he understood it, too, and was momentarily stunned that he should control everything. He seemed unable to move, himself.

Shirley felt his fingers sweep across her back, up and down, sending radiating pulsations of added lust shooting through her young, girlish flesh. This waiting was becoming agonizing, yet the prolonging of everything, in the long run, would enhance the sensations when everything did start to happen.

A passing car outside made Shirley shudder. There was always the very vague, remote possibility her parents might come home early, and if that were the case, her life wouldn't be worth two copper pennies. Her parents would not only restrict her from then on, but would probably hire someone to watch her to and from school. In the future, Shirley decided, she would have to do her fooling around somewhere other than her own home. Now that she had started it here, she would finish it. But this was definitely the last time she ever did anything like this, here.

Shirley swept the thoughts from her brain. This wasn't the time to be thinking about consequences. Once again she could feel Billy's eyes on her back, only this time they were running down into her seeping, yawning vagina. With Harold's dong still between her lips, she smiled again. It was about to happen. Billy was going to fuck her. She could sense his hard cock, correctly aimed, ready to plunge into her, aching to fire blasts of seminal delight into her.

Shirley sensed movement behind her as Billy gripped his solid cock-cannon. The head was lightly held between his thumb and forefinger as he aimed the sticky, seeping head at her hot, juicy, feminine pocket. And then, just like that, Shirley felt Billy lunge forward. The boy's massive glans punctured the lathered, unresisting folds of her heated young pussy. It moved rapidly, lunging in before Billy could change his mind, slithering and sliding down the heated inner vessel of her anxious cunt. The walls of her vaginal interior stretched and swelled like foam rubber, still tightly clinging to, and embracing the length of his plunging cock.

The instant the swollen head pushed between her labia, driving its way into her tight center, Shirley heard herself issue a groaning sigh. Her mouth stretched even more widely open, and she swallowed the entire length of Harold's pulsating erection, jamming it into her throat, feeling it ram into her esophagus. Yes, there was no doubt about it; Harold's cock had definitely grown. The swollen onion shaped head crammed into her gullet, effectively silencing her moans for a moment, and Shirley wondered if her heart had stopped beating, as well.

She could feel Billy's thighs behind her, rubbing up against her soft, delicate asscheeks as his hard cock rammed itself to its entire length into her narrow, sucking, formerly virginal orifice. His bare pubis was rubbing against her soft buttocks, and she rotated her nether cheeks to enjoy the full feeling of his entire pole, deeply embedded. The way he was pressing forward let Shirley know Billy was arching his back to fit even more of himself into her. He rubbed his loins against her bumcheeks as if trying to ram the entire center of his young body into the girl's aching quim.

The taut muscles in Shirley's young, crushing cunt kissed and sucked the mighty young phallus, hugging the solid joint, surrounding it, enfolding it, enveloping and absorbing it. Her hot cunt was a chewing mouth, and if it had contained teeth, every last shred of cock would have been eaten away.

Shirley felt Billy stay still and unmoving, savoring the delicious heat and the wonderful inner reactions of her squeezing pussy. Shirley could sense the littlest bit of inner rotation, and it made her cunt feel as if it had a million little suction cups pressing against the penile intruder. She felt the swelling taking place in the boy's cock, and realized she could make Billy shoot his load without moving at all. Her inner muscles seemed to dance up and down the length of his cock, attacking, tickling, teasing, and tantalizing all at the same time, making the sperm rise higher and higher.

The realization that she could do this to Billy made Shirley's body burn even more… The boy's cock was still longer than Harold's, and being the second post to pierce her pussy, it felt gigantic, sinking deeper and deeper into her well-lubed interior. Its movement massaged every delightfully agonizing nerve-ending within, flattening them and rolling over them like a steamroller. Yet once the hard cock had passed between her anxious walls, all the nerve-endings, instead of lying down as if flattened out, seemed to spring back with a greater life of their own. Soon he would be spurting hot juices into her cunt. The juices would mingle with what was left of Harold's semen, way up inside her, and she would have to rush upstairs to the bathroom and douche the two of them out of her. Not that she was too worried. Miss Wagner had explained the danger of her becoming pregnant at this point was very slight, because she had yet to have her period. It was only after her periods started coming that she really had to worry. Even so, Shirley didn't want to take any chances, and when this wonderful, fun loving fuck-session came to an end, she would go up and douche herself.

The sides of her mouth, her inner cheeks, worked tirelessly on Harold's penis as if its outer skin was lined with the same fleshy fabric as her vaginal interior. Shirley began to understand how sucking had become a natural part of things for her, rubbing her mouth up and down the length of Harold's wang, feeling her lips tugged out each time her mouth rose, then feeling them fold in when her mouth sank back down. From the way Harold remained totally un-moving, Shirley could only guess the boy's mind was also in a paradise of some kind, surrounded by a strange cloud of pleasure, so totally lost, he was unaware of anything else happening. The strength of his desire had dissolved his thought processes for the moment. She guessed Harold was all alone in his mental ecstasy.

The hard cock between her lips, pressing against her tongue was no longer something vague to her. She could feel the heavy, fleshy head faintly tingle and swell as it tickled her gullet each time her mouth sank all the way down. The few wispy hairs on his pelvis tickled her nose each time she pressed her nostrils against the boy's pubis. Shirley could feel the massive baton stuffing itself into her pharynx. Yes it was definitely massive, now. Harold's cock had grown to where it was less than a half inch shorter than Billy's, but it seemed a little thicker, right now, though the penis working through her vagina could hardly be said to feel narrow. She was in a world where she could no longer breathe, but breathing and swallowing no longer seemed necessary to Shirley. Each time the girl raised her head, her tongue felt for the tiny slit in his glans, and when, because of the heaviness of the secretions oozing from Harold's cock, she was unable to lingually discern the sightless eye, she became terrified it was no longer there. Her head bobbed down again, then up, and this time she felt it and was relieved.

Shirley pumped her head up and down all the faster, feeling Harold's cock ram its way ever deeper, while Billy's penis plunged even harder into her sopping quim. The two penile heads moved in and out together, and each time they moved in, Shirley thought they would surely meet somewhere in the vicinity of her belly. In fact, at one point, she was certain the two cock-heads were kissing one another inside her.

Shirley felt Billy's hands squeezing her buttocks all the harder. They also pressed into her spine and back. And then his hands slid under her, grabbing her belly so he could lift her higher each time he plunged forward. He had slowed his movement, deliberately sinking his thick pole slowly into her again and again. She was so hot inside, Shirley was certain some kind of misty vapor was seeping out of her, rising from her girlish tunnel each time the thrusting cock pulled back. She could picture Billy's cock, shining and glistening with the grease from her vagina, and wondered if the heat inside her would soon cause it to melt. She hoped not.

Now, only the soft, ripe mushroom-shaped head was inside her melting pot. Her senses were inebriated by the feel of the boy's solid prick, slowly sinking inside the wondrous center of her honeyed hive. Shirley could smell the wafting odor of her own vagina now, as the meaty prong pushed into it. The scent of it filled her nostrils, mingling with the aroma of Harold's groin, and seeping down into her throat. She realized she could taste her cunt, too, because some of its residue had dried on Harold's cock, earlier, and he hadn't washed it off. There was even the littlest taste of blood, but she was unable to ignore that because the ripe, rich flavor of her pussy mixed with the throbbing taste of Harold's meaty young pole. It seemed to coat her palate, making her feel almost as dreamy as she had, moments earlier, when Billy had been sucking her pussy. And Billy's continued thrusting made her think she had suddenly grown down below, until her vagina was wide enough to swallow every last bit of the boy, and he was now swimming around inside her taut pussy.

Shirley felt Billy's hands move up around her waist, and it made her dig her finger even deeper into Harold's tight ass. The girl could feel the older boy holding her rigidly in place. His hard cock was sinking deeper and deeper into her well again until it was completely buried. Shirley could feel the springiness in her vaginal walls. Each time he pulled back, they came together, and when he thrust into her again, they would grudgingly open, although there was no pain of any kind in their yielding. Shirley could feel her inner tightness, and it enhanced the sparkling thrills she had felt shooting delightfully through her. His movements, as he pressed his cock into her, were as slow as those of a snail, and Shirley absorbed and relished the thrilling delight she felt, wanting to feel this wonderful stream of cockflesh continue to fill her, forever.

The tug in her tight cunt grew stronger, its hunger greater than ever, no longer interested in the push-pull movement of the penis feeding it. No, no, Shirley's hot little cunt was anxious to feel the full length of cock remain inside her so she could vaginally gorge herself with it. She wanted it all, fast and hard and deep, and nothing else would appease her aroused, anguished hunger. The girl's loins spun wildly, her inner cuntal walls snapped frantically, and her asscheeks rammed high up into the air toward his belly, aching for the contact of his flesh against hers again and again.

"No!" she heard Billy gasp. "Not yet, not yet. I'm not ready to come!"

Shirley neglected to hear him. Her ass rubbed back and forth all the more swiftly, and she felt Billy's hard cock responding, ignoring the pleas from his mouth. The girl could feel the phallus moving faster and faster, stroking her tender walls, making them burn all the more hotly, feeling the penis rub harder and deeper as she had craved it. The rubbing plunger hit all her sides, and the speed frictioned the nerve-ends until they were ready to burn off like match-heads. The thrust of his cock made it feel to Shirley as if she were experiencing a network of livewires inside her, pounding angrily in and out, thrusting insanely through her, filling and refilling her twitching nookie with its heavy meatiness. The penises were no longer meeting inside Shirley's body. To her, it felt as if the glans were bypassing one another on each inward thrust.

The girl could sense Harold's cock thickening again, reaffirming her belief that Harold was the more sensuous of the two boys. Harold's hands were gripping her hair, pulling her face deeper and deeper into his groin, ramming her mouth lower as her lips tightly pulled at the base of his scrotum as well as the bottom of his cock. Her tongue licked wickedly, and she heard the boy scream, "AAAIIYYYAAGHHH!"

The hot pole between her sucking lips was firing a steady, spurting stream of hot lead. The love juice came issuing from the penile muzzle and flowed down her sucking throat with such power, her throat clogged, and the flow backed up, overflowing in her mouth with such force, her cheeks were abruptly bloated. The hot liquid began leaking from the corners of her mouth, smearing her chin and Harold's balls at the same time.

But Shirley remained barely aware of it as the fierce attack on her vagina continued, unabated. She had completely forgotten what to do with her mouth, which was why the sperm was overflowing. Her entire being had become suspended as she rode the thick fleshpipe pounding between her thighs. Nothing but that lone cock seemed to exist for her. The girl lifted her head, and Harold's hard cock fell out of her mouth. The semen from her throat came flooding out and drenching Harold's groin, falling on the blanket, as well.

Harold opened his eyes, dazed and nearly unconscious, staring down at the girl's blank face, seeing nothing. Shirley dropped her head between Harold's thighs. Her face felt the still wet, half-hard cock, leaking unmilked dregs from its sightless eye into her hair. She looked up to see Harold open his mouth, but his head fell against the back of the sofa and he said nothing. The boy was totally drained. His body went limp and his head eased off to the side as his eyes closed and he panted, trying to pull some air into his lungs.

Shirley felt the pumping prick in her hot cunt move faster and faster. She banged and rammed her seething cunt all the faster against Billy.

"Harder!" she yelled. "Fuck me, harder." Her mouth was pressed against the cushion of Harold's belly, and her voice was muffled. "Faster," she grooaned. "Ohhhhhh fucccckkkkk…"

Shirley could feel Billy's entire body slamming against her asscheeks, his solid grip around her waist pulling him tightly against her, pounding so fast it was impossible to tell whether his hard cock was banging in and out of her pussy, or her tight cunt was fucking itself around the length of his pulsing pole.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped. "Ohh yesssss… aaaaannnnnggggghhhhhaaaggghhh!"

She was screaming as her orgasm tore through her girlish body, the force opening every exit for Shirley's pounding blood. Her young torso quivered and jerked wildly, and stars seemed to flash on and off before her closed eyes. A cloud of blackness seemed to drift down over her head, and for an instant she had fainted, losing consciousness. Was she dead? she wondered. If so, death was more wonderful and more beautiful than she had imagined.

But even in death she could feel Billy's swollen, thundering penis banging more and more fiercely, ramming harder, deeper, as his fingertips clutched her back. No, she wasn't dead. She was blissfully alive, and as she moved her hands, she felt her finger come popping out of the semi-conscilus Harold's ass. Billy's thighs were smacking wildly against hers, and she could feel the perspiration from his body rubbing off on her back. And just when she thought he would never fire, when she believed the molten lava in his hard cock would cool and turn to stone, leeping his erection forever in existence, Shirley heard Billy howl a loud, "Aayyaaggghhuugghh!". And the boy blasting his searing avalanche of flooded sperm through the canyons of her rubbed cunt. Shirley could feel the boy's body shaking as he fell forward, his arms locking around her waist, tugging her asscheeks against his lower belly, and thrusting his shrinking penis into the turmoiled depths of her soaked vagina. Even so, the muscles in her tight pussy continued working, draining the spurting fluids from the boy. The vaginal muscles seemed to move of their own free will, milking, drinking, sucking.

When it was all over, Billy slipped off her back, his loose cock sliding from inside her as he flopped to the living room floor. Luckily, part of the blanket Shirley had spread on the sofa overflowed onto the floor, and it caught the drippings from Billy's cock, as well as the sperm seeping from Shirley's cunt.

Shirley hurried upstairs and douched herself in the bathtub. When she came down, she was fully dressed, and she saw the boys were gone. The blanket was all that was left.