Unknown - Masturbating Little Girls

To Gregg, it didn't matter who saw what. Anyone who got in his way, had to deal with him, and he could get rough if he wanted to. He often wanted to, just out of sheer boredom.

He watched her walk out the exit door. Her ass was beautiful, even better than he'd imagined. His mind drifted back to last night in bed.

Manny had befriended him, and then filled his head up with pictures of this hot little piece of cake named Jody who wanted to meet him.

Gregg had taken the information in calmly, but later, alone in bed, his cock began to twitch with anticipation. He couldn't help dreaming up a Jody, a picture, from what Manny had said. The long hair, the beautiful eyes, the breasts, budding, with pale pretty nipples. And she was a hungry bitch! That's what Manny said. That Jody was hungry for cock! Not any cock, although she sure could have any cock. She wanted Gregg.

Gregg had found himself stroking his cock, dreaming of her golden hair, of her lips around his cock. Now, that he saw those pale lips, that cute, pointy little chin, he couldn't even hide the huge bulge in his trousers. He had to touch her, to taste her, and nobody better get in his way.

Gregg waited fifteen minutes, still playing back the incidents of last night. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, and began to stroke his cock, then, humped the bed, shooting a thick load out into his underpants.

He'd felt silly, but he needed the relief, and that was that. Gregg acted on his needs, at once! Last night, the bed had served him, had stood still for him, and he transformed it in his mind, into a thin blonde with sweet tits. Now, the real thing was waiting for him! The real goodies! He was going to give her a time she'd never forget.

Gregg combed his hair in a small panel of mirror on the wall, and went for the exit.

One of the hired ushers asked him where he was going.

"Are you kidding? What do you mean where am I going? What kind of question is that?"

"I have to know. We have to keep track of you young people," the man said, firmly.

Gregg resisted an urge to come down hard on the man's toe with the heel of his boot, just for kicks, just to set the record straight that nobody had any right to ask him questions like that. But, he knew that if he got in a hassle now, it might interfere with his plans for the evening, and he didn't want to slop up his good times because of some clown who had bad manners and thought he could ask personal questions.

"Ah, I'm going to bed. I feel like hell. Sorry I snapped," Gregg said, looking down.

The usher smiled, and wore a look of placid understanding. He offered Gregg the sign-out book and a pencil.

"Just write your name, and where you're going," the man said, hopefully.

Gregg wrote the name, 'Samuel Sansome-To bed,' and handed the book back to the door zombie.

The man smiled and let him pass, and Gregg moved slowly, careful not to swagger or appear arrogant. He had to remind himself that he had other things to worry about. Defiance can be a full-time job, and a tiring one at that.

What Gregg wanted, on his way out the door, was kicks, pure and simple, and he didn't want anything, not even himself, to get in the way of his pleasures. That little blonde. She drove him nuts before he even got to meet her. Now, she was surely going to blow him away.

Gregg walked to the end of the parking lot, and there it was. He moved to the garden entrance, his eyes scanning, alert.

"Psssssssst!!!!"

He turned quickly, and saw the reflection of her golden-blonde hair in the light of the moon. She was standing about fifteen feet away, deeper into the garden.

He walked towards her, and when he reached her, he wasted no time, taking her tightly into his arms and kissing her, chewing on the softness of her little lips, grasping the balls of her buttocks and grinding her groin into his.

She didn't fight at all. Jody was wondering how she was going to handle him. She knew he'd come on strong, and she didn't want to be very easy and present no challenge, but when he grabbed her so forcefully, she melted.

Jody felt his tongue going in her mouth, running along the row of pearly teeth, doing battle with her own tongue. He really knew how to kiss a girl, and he was teaching her a great deal in the first five seconds.

When his lips left hers, and he was standing there, his finger on her chin.

"Look at me!" he demanded.

She stared into his eyes.

"I jerked it last night because of you, because of what Manny told me about you. It made me dream you up. Now that I see you, I'm hungry for it, Jody. I dig that tight ass of yours," he said, through clinched teeth.

His hands both moved behind her, and cupped her buttocks, which he pushed in towards himself, grinding her into him.

He kissed her again. She was so aglow by his words, that his body almost electrocuted her, almost made her tingle. She wanted him so bad she was aching!

"We better get out of this garden," she said, suddenly.

"What?"

"Well, kids do get caught here all the time, and if you get caught, you are in trouble."

Gregg pondered it a moment. He wasn't afraid of the trouble. What bothered him, was having somebody break up his fun.

"You wait here a minute. Just a minute," he said to her, kissing her quickly.

"Where are you going?" she implored.

"Baby, I said for you to wait here. That's all I said. Now do it!"

He walked away from her, leaving her standing alone in the garden. She didn't know what he was up to, but she sensed that he was as hungry for her as she was for him, and that he'd be back.

Imagine, she told herself, he stroked himself off last night thinking about her. She'd have to thank Manny.

He pulled her tightly to him and began to feel her up at once, his hands going all over her, under her blouse, down her belly. When he reached her skirt, lifted it up, and found no panties, he was more than amused.

"I knew it. I knew that little bush was loose under that skirt."

Gregg unzipped his pants and told her to get familiar with his cock.

Jody decided to play it slow.

"What do you mean?"

He proceeded to show her. He took her hand and guided it to his cock, which was sticking straight out of his pants. Jody felt the hot rod throb in her hand, and she wanted to bend down and kiss it at once.

Just as she was about to, a police car appeared behind them, siren on, blasting. Jody tensed and said her prayers, and Gregg slowed the car down slightly.

"I don't think they're chasing us. Play it cool. If they are, I'll slow down quick and do a U-turn. If they catch us, you just say you thought it was my car. Say I told you it was my car!" Gregg said.

Jody's mind was reeling, but she took in the information. She'd do exactly what he said if they got stopped.

Gregg waited until the patrol car was almost on them, and then he pulled to the side of the road, waiting to see if they were going to just speed by, or stop, in which case he'd slam the huge Thunderbird around and make them chase him.

The patrol car didn't even slow down for them, but rather, just raced around them, obviously on their way to some kind of an emergency.

They were moving like white lightening, and were soon out of sight. Jody was shaking like a leaf, and even Gregg had to admit that the situation didn't appeal to his nervous system.

There was a pack of cigarettes on the dashboard of the car, and Gregg picked it up and opened it.

"How considerate. Most of the time, when you borrow a car, they forget the cigarettes," he said, lighting one.

She looked at him and was amazed because he appeared so calm. His cock, however, was soft on his lap. Ah ha, she reasoned, so there was the proof that he'd been shaken up. He wasn't fearless, but then, there are degrees.

Jody put her hand on his cock and it stirred. In a second, it was hard enough.