Unknown - Masturbating Little Girls

They all yelled good-bye and see you tomorrow. Jody hung up, in a very high state. She didn't want to be alone, but she was. There was nothing else to do, at this late hour, but masturbate.

She stood in front of a mirror, and took out a picture of Manny, taken at the same time as he took the naked picture of her.

It was a full-length picture, in color, of Manny standing holding his big erect dick in his hand. They had tried getting a picture of both of them but the delayed button on the camera wasn't working properly.

So Jody had to be content with this picture. It had been hell trying to find someone to develop it in that conservative town near the campus.

But finally they had succeeded. The developer had been a graduate, four years previously, of Mr. MacIntyre's School for Boys, and knew the importance of having good naked photographs around. It saved the boys and girls from many a lonely night, chucked away in their dormitory rooms.

In the picture Manny looked as if he could have put it right in her.

"Yeah," she thought, chucking the few clothes that remained on her and tucking the hot photograph under the corner of the mirror, to leave both of her hands free for free manipulation of her erotic parts and erogenous zone.

She watched her reflection in the mirror, as it roused herself in a state of excitement. Oh, she thought, she looked so sexy. She had to give herself credit.

She watched her lovely body, slender and with small, well-formed tits.

She stuck a finger in her belly button and rolled it around and around.

She rotated slowly before the mirror, pirouetting all her fine curves into view.

Her ass looked the most inviting, she thought. She began masturbating with her ass to the mirror. She turned her head so she could watch. She looked back into the mirror and bent over slightly, so she could see both her back side and the photo at the same time.

Her ass looked lovely sticking out. She bent so that she could see her cunt hole, and parted the same so she could look directly up the red-tissued hole, wet with mucous and cunt juice. It was truly an erotic view.

She stuck her finger inside and rotated it around and around. It was interesting to see the finger disappear up inside her body.

She stuck a finger up her asshole and felt the delicious sensations accorded her back door. With a finger up each hole, some very sensitive parts of her were caught in the middle. It was like a double banana split.

Then she flagellated her clit slightly, arousing it into an excited state of excitement. She spread her legs and thighs far apart. It was wonderful.

It was great to see those fingers all at work on her sex zone, each taking a different part of it, a different melody, as it were, and making it all go together, like a song in three-part harmony.

"Oh, Manny," she said out loud and petulantly. "I wish you were here, here in the flesh, that is. Mmmmmmm. She turned her head further to keep his photo in view.

She imagined he was really there, and about to send the cock of only fourteen years up her.

Up her cunt of only thirteen years. It was truly amazing, she thought, that only two years ago, not only did sex not interest her, but her body was such that she couldn't have done anything anyway. She was not developed yet.

She felt like an experienced woman of the world at thirteen. She knew she had one exciting life ahead of her.

She thought of Miss Ellen Glen and how the old lady had taken her hand in her own and the thought made Jody shudder.

She really wondered about some of the old maids at the school… the teachers, the counselors, and, of course, Miss Glen. She wondered if they had the hots for each other at all.

Well, it didn't really matter to her if they did. All she cared about was getting her rocks off whenever she needed to. If they didn't stop her, they could live anyway they wanted.

The problem was, that their own uptightness got in the way… got in the way of enjoying her own pleasure.

She watched the door, hoping no one would burst in. She wished she could lock it, but they weren't allowed.

She bent clear over now and watched her reflection between her legs. She could see only her legs, slim and straight, and her ass, soft and malleable, an attractive woman's ass.

She could see Manny's photo between her legs, too. She pretended that he was about to attack her from the rear. The fantasy turned her on.

She saw that cock come closer and closer. She saw it enter her pussy from the rear. She really felt it go all the way up her pussy. Oh, it was great.

She felt the imaginary photographed Manny thrust his cock in and out of her pussy repeatedly.

She imagined them to be in the woodshed and that the temperature was warm as toast, because outside it was summer. Oh, she'd love to fuck out of doors, too, come summer.

She felt him hold her groin and guide his big cock in and out of her, with his hands guiding the movements of her hips.

"Ohhhhhhh," she was saying, feeling the imagined thrusts of his penetrating cock. "Oh, go deeper," she intoned, "oh, please go deep. Oh, Manny, it feels so good, ohhhhhhh."

And as she went through the whole scene in detail, she thrust and counter thrust along with his own thrusts and counter thrusts.

She felt him reach down for her little orbs hanging pendulously from her chest.

He squeezed and kneaded and felt them. Oh, he really knew how to turn her on. Oh, it was so nice. It was really great. He pinched and kneaded the nipples, he pulled them, he twisted them under his fingers.

He felt her under her arms, he felt her in her shaven armpits. The feeling of his touch there raised her erotic temperature thirty degrees.

She sucked her finger then, imagining her finger was none other than Manny's dick. She sucked on it. She passed her tongue all over it. She licked his lovely balls and listened to him moan and squirm in pleasure.

She held the stiff staff in her hand and lowered her mouth down on it again. She inserted her tongue in the widened pee slit, that looked like a little mouth. She tongued all around it and tasted his pre-come fluid.

She ate her way around the head and tongued all along the ridge. She held back the foreskin and showed the prick so lovely and fleshy and hard. She lapped down and up the shaft and took the whole cock into her mouth again, eating right up to the balls.

The imaginary cock, or the cock on celluloid, rather, having a certain reality of its own, swelled and neared its point of coming.

"Hey, come," she was saying in her mind to Manny and his cock. "Oh, please, come in my mouth, oh, please, oh, it tastes so good. Mmmmmmm."

And his celluloid cock would come in her mouth. She would milk it dry with her mouth and swallow the gallons of fluid. Right now she was tasting the stuff, all the while beating her own meat, inserting fingers again and again up her hungry, never satisfied cunthole.

She managed to dig her fingers in very deeply, giving herself a modicum of satisfaction. It was nothing like having a prick up her, Manny's prick, she finally decided, but it was still exciting.

She massaged her clit to a point of fulfillment. It was fantastic. It got all hot and bothered and erect and the feeling was one of waves passing over and over her pussy.

She touched herself everywhere between her legs, outside and inside the outer pussy lips, outside and inside the inner pussy lips, then way inside her tight pussy hole.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, feeling the highest, hottest spasm coming over her yet.

"Hey, you look sexy and feel so good," the picture seemed to be saying back to her. She eyed it between her legs and felt she did indeed see the dick of the photograph swell, or enlarge, as it were, to magical proportions.

At last she came, and came again. Her pussy hole vibrated and sweated its fluid. She seemed to have reams and reams of fluid yet left in her.