John Kellerman - Tied up virgins

She touched it to the underside of one breast and closed her eyes. It felt… different. Good. Yes, it felt good. She moved it around and felt tiny waves of pleasure sweep across her skin. Then she let it graze a nipple and suddenly a new sensation thrust itself into her consciousness. She'd never felt anything so keenly. Her firm, full body jerked as jolts of electric joy spread through her heaving belly. Droplets of her dewy sex moisture formed in the sparse red curls at the edge of her slit.

"Woooooo… I'd better quit this," said her good part. But it feels so good, said the naughty thoughts that welled up more furiously than ever. Feels so good… to touch… my belly… my thigh… Jody let the tip of the thing wander up against the fluff of her mound.

"Ohhh… Ohhhh God…" Her eyes fluttered rapidly. Her breathing came fast and then stopped. She gasped, panted, choked. Her face felt feverish and flushed and she was sweating under the arms again. She let the smooth, white tip of the bullet slide a little way between the plump outer lips that hid her glossy insides from even her own curious eyes. She'd looked at herself two or three times in her life. She was aware that most sixteen-year-old girls did far more than that. But her good part had always been able to argue down the naughty when it came to carnal curiosity.

Jody gnawed at her bottom lip. Just a little farther, her naughty voice said. It echoed inside her head… little farther, little farther. Jody pushed the buzzing thing and felt the smooth inner surfaces of her cunt slide around the plastic. It brushed the red pinch of her cherry as she slid it towards the top of her crevice. And when she was almost finding the strength to stop, the tingling vibrator rubbed against her clit.

Jody gave a squeal and let herself fall back on the bed, her heels thumping the floor where her legs dangled off the edge of the mattress. She had both hands on the smooth, heavy shaft now, working it over and around and against that little flap of flesh. The tiny nubbin was growing. She could feel the resistance against the bullet as it stiffened and throbbed in the messy seep of her cunt. The shock waves of lust that surged through her body were impassible to resist. She knew her mother's weakness now, she was fighting it herself… and losing!

"Nhuuu… Oh… Ohhh, Jesus help me stop…!" Jody tossed her head, back and forth. Harder, her naughtiness said, faster! Jody got her heels up on the bed and spread her knees wide, gouging frantically with the juice-covered cock thing, moaning. It felt wonderful! Everywhere the buzzing tip touched sent new pleasure exploding through her muscles. She curled her toes, pinching the blanket. And all the while a tiny movie played in her brain. The sight of that white bullet sliding into her mother's body! And the way her mother had twisted and writhed… the sound of her juice smacking around the hard spear of plastic.

"Whooooooo… Ohhhhmmmmm!" She was writhing, too, digging the vibrator up and down the deepest part of her slit. Her mind tumbled with images. Men's cocks. She'd only seen a few and those blurred glimpses through the old grate hadn't educated her much as to how a man was put together. She wasn't like Brit. "I just asked Jerry Tooker to let me see his cock one time," Brit had told her once, going on to describe in detail how it had felt in her fingers. Jody always fell silent when Brit talked like that. Brit was a full year younger than she was and it made her feel uncomfortable that her younger friend was so eager for adventure, so fearless about the things that scared Jody stiff.

These thoughts flickered through her mind and then she had the image of a boy actually making love to her. His hands touched her body and Jody let her own fingers play against her breasts… pretending. She'd never dared to pretend like this before! She was surprised at the power that had invaded her. She felt trembly and weak and helpless as her skin glowed and the thrills pounded in the seeping fever of her cunt.

"Jesus… God… make me stop!" Jody wasn't sure why she called on the Lord for help. She'd never been all that religious, merely picking up scraps in Sunday School. But Jesus and God were the only powers she knew of who might be able to help her. Her own will had certainly gone to hell. Her naughty voice inside was loud and clear and impossible to disobey.

Push… fuck yourself with the cock… harder.

And that's what Jody did. She had her thighs stretched wide now, the tendons standing out like ropes near her flooding pussy. She couldn't seem to touch herself enough with that shivery wand that was shaped like a man's prick. At least it was long and round and rounded at the end. That was all Jody knew about how a man was put together. Her friend Brit assured her there was lots more to it than that, hut Jody hadn't wanted to know.

"Ohhhhh… Ohhhhh fuck!" The word sent a new thrill through her. She couldn't remember ever having said it before. At least not out loud. Her naughty voice had whispered it to her often enough though. And now it seemed to be an exquisitely exciting thing to say aloud.

"Fuck… Ohhh fuck, fuck…!" She writhed on the bed. She moved her ass in circles, feeling the way the tension of her muscles added to the consuming pleasure that built and built and just kept getting better!

The whole underside of her ass and pussy felt like a hive of bees were swarming over every square inch of skin… not stinging her, but tickling her. A tickle that begged to be scratched and yet when it was scratched only grew more intense. The only thing she had to scratch herself with was that trembling vibrator. And Jody shoved it back and forth along the velvet swell of her slit until the juice smacked and crackled.

"Nooo… Ohhhhh… sooo good… it's killing me… killing me…!"

She shoved and jabbed and pressed the tip of the bullet into every fold of seepy flesh. And still the itching madness grew. She was flopping and kicking the bed. Spit flecked her cheeks as she tossed.

"Gotta stop…!" she gasped. Harder, said the naughtiness of her senses, there where your hole would be if you were really fucking! Jody grasped the slippery bullet with both hands and pressed the hardness up against the pinched knot of her cherry.

"Ghuuu… ghhhaaaa… Ohhhhh fuck…"

There was a sudden lurch as the plastic shape speared into her hole. And at the same instant, Jody felt her body overflow, felt the tickling itch turn into an amber, glowing sun that filled her with convulsions of pure pleasure. She was coming! She'd never experienced it before, but she knew! The warm stuff on her fingers was sticky. Blood. Her own blood. Her fingers were up against the ragged edges of her cherry as the vibrator slipped deeper into her body. Jody gasped with the ecstasy that surrounded her like a warm waterfall. She wanted to be ashamed and sorry and appalled at the terrible thing she'd done to herself. But the naughty lust of her body had her completely. The sound of the vibrator smacking and sucking as she fucked herself only made it better.

"Hhhhuuunnnnn…!" She was holding the thing by the round base now, forcing it as far inside her as she could possibly reach. The explosions of pleasure made her grunt and roll around on the bed. She was dimly aware of the blood leaking down her wrist. But she couldn't possibly stop the furiously thrilling movements of the bullet inside her body. She fucked herself with the thing, her head thrown way back, her eyes glazed with enjoyment. Her legs were thrown so wide that her heels dangled off the bed on each side. And she was plunging her ass up and don. Jody knew she'd never learned that movement from anyone. As far as she knew, this was the first time she'd ever done anything like that at all.

"Nhhhuuuu… coming… Ohhhhh… feels sooooo goood!"