Unknown: Masturbating Little Girls

Her cunt did seem to be speaking its own sexual, erotic language. She had one end, the hearing part, on her clit and was rubbing frantically with it. The other end, the mouthpiece, was on her own piece of ass, chucking her between her cheeks. The middle part, the handle, or the staff, as she liked to refer to it, straddled her pussy, and she pushed it as far into her groin as she could get it, like she did when she rode a merry-go-round horse as a young child.

"Nghnghngh," she moaned loudly.

She rolled the receiver back and forth from the top of one thigh to the top of the other. She pushed her blouse above her tits, small but firm, and she pinched the braless orbs. She rubbed them delightedly all over, and pulled their pert, erect little nipples.

"Whatcha doin' now?" yelled Manny through the mouthpiece buried in her cunt hole. "It sound like the ocean in a seashell."

"It is," she yelled breathlessly, rubbing the receiver up and down all the while. "it's, uhhh, mmmmm, waves of, oooohhh, orgasm," she moaned.

"It's deep sound within the seashell of my cunt. Oh, honey, Manny, I'm going to commmmmmme."

She pushed the edge of the receiver ear piece into her clit and rubbed the little penis-like projectile fervently. With her other hand she stiffed her cunt hole and jabbed deeply into herself, gathering the juices and feeling her cunt explode in spasms, one after the other.

"Ohhhhhhh," he heard her yell, really loudly. "Nghnghngh," she screamed, so her yells could be heard up and down the dorm hall. "Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned again, feeling herself peak and enjoying the warmth and thrill of it.

She lay in a daze, feeling her crotch wet and odiferous from the juice of her explosive come.

"Hey, that was great! That was terrific!" yelled Manny from the other end. "Wheeee! Whew! Some come!"

He himself was jacking off at a furious pace. The moans of his girlfriend on the other end were as good as the real thing. Nearly. They were at least as good as the dirty pictures a friend had sent him from Mexico.

He jacked his dick rapidly, feeling his stiff staff in his palm, while his thumb and finger worked the head over, arousing the sensitive pucker beneath the ridge.

His stiff self got stiffer, the more he whacked himself off. It didn't take him long at all. He could come five times in a night. He had the quick comes of early adolescence.

Jody didn't mind at all. When they had sex, he could always get it up again, right away.

He fingered his balls, as he held the receiver between his left jaw and his left shoulder.

He held the staff with his left hand then, and jacked rapidly with the other. He came, whacked some more, and spurt and spasmed again.

"Ohhhhhh," he grunted loudly. And Jody heard him, grinning from ear to ear.

Suddenly the door burst open. "Jody!" an elderly woman stood before her, hands on hips. "Stop that this instant! Whatever are you doing! And on the phone, too!"

She grabbed the receiver from between Jody's thighs. It was wet, and she wiped her hands on her woolen skirt. "Disgusting!" she said. "Who is this?" she demanded into the receiver.

"Jody! Jody!" Manny was yelling. "I think this connection is broken.

Hello? Hello? Are we on a party line? Hey, whoever it is, what does your pussy look like?"

"I beg your pardon, young man! Who is this? I demand to know this instant. You are shaming the morals of this young girl. You are tempting her into the path of bodily lusts. This school was grounded on the highest ethical and moral values and I will not have them corrupted by a bawdy phone call."

They heard the abrupt click of the receiver and then dead silence. Jody could hardly contain a suppressed chuckle, even in the midst of her terror at being discovered by the headmistress.

Miss Ellen Glen slammed the receiver into its wall apparatus and turned to the young girl, whose face was flaming beet red.

"For this, young lady, you will be grounded for two, no, for three weeks. You must be in your room at seven every night and not leave the premises. Pull up your panties this instant! That's disgusting! Wherever did you learn such ugly habits, hmmm? I mean it! Who was that boy? If You don't tell me this instant, you will be immediately expelled."

The lady's muscles kept twitching in an ugly fashion, and Jody couldn't help but think she reminded her of a walrus she had seen recently at the zoo. "Ned Weatherby," Jody answered promptly, without a trace of a lie.

"Ned? That was Ned? I don't believe it. How disgusting. No wonder he's in his room studying every night. He's not studying. He's doing lewd things with you on the phone! Good lord! I will contact his headmaster immediately. And you, young lady, get those jeans up over your private parts and sit down and study this instant."

"I didn't know people eavesdropped on my phone calls," murmured Jody, barely able to be heard.

"No, Jody, nobody eavesdrops. But we do have a, uh, spot check, just to waylay any, uh, negatives that may sidetrack our young girls here. Such as what just passed! I do declare, young lady, I don't see how this lewd behavior can help but affect your grades."

"I get straight A's," murmured Jody, looking at the floor, and not wanting to be disrespectful. Her jeans were back in place, and she was buckling her belt, and passing her hands over her hips. That felt so good. It was a subtle gesture, and one that could not be reprimanded.

Still, she knew Miss Glen saw it. It was a sneaky sign of Jody's hostility for her. Jody had to flaunt her spirit somehow.

Then she put one hand back of her hips and gave Miss Ellen the horns.

All the while, she maintained a perfectly respectful expression.

"You get straight A's, but not for long, my dear, if you keep that up.

Seriously, Jody, let me speak to you frankly and sincerely."

Jody groaned under her breath.

"I think of you as my own daughter. I think of all my girls as my daughters. I want only the best for them. Only the BEST! And this is not the BEST! You must have grace, my dear. And self-respect. And tidy behavior. Know what I mean?"

Jody grimaced. Miss Glen was always using those same stupid expressions.

"Know what I mean?" or "tidy." It made Jody want to puke.

"Yes, Miss Ellen." She thought she should curtsey in a snotty manner, but she resisted the impulse.

"My dear," Miss Glen implored, taking her hand in her own. Jody wanted to pull it away. She had her doubts about Miss Glen's own sexuality. Her loose, old skin made her nervous. She hated the feel of it. She liked the, young skin. Age made her nervous. "My dear," she repeated, "I KNOW, I just NOW you understand, don't you?" Without waiting for a reply, she went on, "I KNOW I can depend on you, can't I? To set an example for the other girls, know what I mean?"

"Yes, Miss Glen," she said through smiling lips and clenched teeth, wanting to pull her hand away from her bony grasp. She felt Miss Glen trying to search out her gaze, trying to penetrate her own reserve.

Finally she let her hand drop and Jody moved towards her desk. "I think I better study now, Miss Glen, okay?" She looked at her brightly.

"Yes, dear, of course. Excuse the interruption. You understand, I know."

"Yes, Miss Glen," she said sweetly.

The headmistress went out, closing the door. Jody sat sullenly down at her desk. She felt thwarted. She felt robbed of her privacy. And again her hand went to her crotch. She wished she could put a lock on the door. They were always interrupting you here. They were always barging in when they weren't wanted. They didn't just want your mind, she thought, they wanted your very soul.

She couldn't wait to get out of this place. Christmas vacation was coming soon.

She got up and quickly called the boys' dormitory. When she got Manny on the phone again, she confided, "Look, Manny, that was Miss Glen. She was listening in on the switchboard downstairs. Let me call you after this.