Unknown: Masturbating Little Girls

Otherwise we have a problem."

"That was Miss GLEN?" said Manny, nearly choking. "Oh, my, gosh. And I talked about her pussy! What a riot. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

"She thinks it was Ned," laughed Jody.

"Oh ho ho. Is that what you told her?" he asked. "He's the unlikeliest person. Poor guy."

"Did you come, Manny?" said Jody. "We were interrupted. Yeah, I remember now. I heard your groans."

"Mmmmm, sure, and you sounded great yourself. When am I going to see you again?" his hand was on his staff of plenty again, Jody was certain, just as her own hand returned to her cunt.

"I'm grounded for three weeks. It'll have to early," answered Jody.

"Tomorrow, in the chapel?"

"What time?"

"The usual," he said. "Four?"

"Okay," she said. "Great. Bye, honey. Gotta study now. And happy masturbating." The receiver clicked and Jody hung up. She returned to her desk, She couldn't wait. She couldn't wait to see Manny in the flesh. In the naked flesh to be precise.

Her hand went between her legs again. The chapel was not really a chapel, but an abandoned woodshed down the road.

The schools were on adjoining campuses, and all of it together made up about thirty acres of land. It was on the edge of town, so the teenagers had access to the countryside as well. It was a terrific locale to be young and sexy in.

Jody stared into her history book, wondering what history was REALLY like back in Renaissance times. Here she was reading all about the art and political events of the period, this period of great upheaval. But what she was wondering was, what was the sex life like?

What did the men and women, the teenage boys and girls really feel? And what did they do? And how did they do it? She wondered if they did it the same way that you do it now.

She sighed. Her questions were of such momentous importance to her, but to nobody else, it seemed. Otherwise, they'd write a textbook and give her all the answers.

She wanted to feel herself up again. But she refused to be interrupted.

She got up and dragged her desk chair to the door, leaning it against the door. It would brace the door shut, like a police lock, and should the intruder succeed in gaining entrance, the chair would first topple over, as a warming signal to her.

She flicked off the light then, and slipped between the blankets of her bed.

She took her jeans off. She took her blouse off. She slipped her panties off.

Ahhhh, wasn't it wonderful, she thought. Wasn't it wonderful to feel your body, your fine firm and slender body and to make it all hot and bothered?

Wasn't it wonderful to feel the newly developed titties underneath your hand?

Wasn't it wonderful to feel the soft and wet folds of your pussy underneath her fingers, and to play with your little clit.

She sighed as she strummed the fine instrument with her thumb and her forefinger.

She rolled back and forth on the bed, feeling her body warm and snug between the blankets.

She sucked on her finger a moment, pretending it was a boy's dick between her lips. She put two fingers in her mouth and sucked on them.

She stuck her fingers everywhere. She was thankful for her fingers. They knew everywhere to go.

She stuck her fingers in her ears and felt the crannies and crevices of them. She was sensitive there.

She was sensitive everywhere. She stuck her fingers up her nostrils and made them tingle. She sucked on her fingers again. She felt her body all over.

Her hands traced a sensual, erotic path down her slim body. Her hands felt over her boobies and over the invisible curve of her belly.

She dug a finger into her navel. She was distinctly an innie. Her hands felt good everywhere. She wished they were Manny's hands.

She dug a finger up her pussy hole again. She turned over on her belly and imagined herself lying on top of Manny, moving so that his dick plowed right into her.

Her little boobies appeared larger in this position. She pinched her nipples hard. "Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned.

She moved so her skin slid over the warm blanket. It made her feel very sensual. Oh, but she hated being condemned to be alone in her room. To study. And grounded for three weeks! It would be unbearable. She would have to find a way out.

Right now she was wondering, what would she masturbate with? She'd used about everything already, and was continually seeking new objects to masturbate with.

She wanted to try a coke bottle, but her best girlfriend, Susy, had told her that that was bad. A bottle would create a suction and pull her insides out. She didn't want that. She loved her body too much.

She'd used a candle once. She'd used rubber erasers. She used a stapler once, and practically stapled her cunt shut.

She'd used the turn-on knob of the radiator once. And it had really turned her on, as she straddled the protrusion, trying not to burn herself on the steam heat.

She'd used every conceivable object she could think of, electric toothbrushes, water piks, combs, and even the needly branches of a Christmas tree. She called it a dildo tree. That was a little sharp and uncomfortable, however, and she wouldn't soon want to repeat it.

Right now she decided to select her slide rule. It lay in her drawer.

She used it for her geometrical calculations. She got a big bang out of it, mathematically speaking.

And now she would get another bang out of it, hopefully.

And she would do just that.

She fetched the slide rule, shivered, and dashed back to bed.

She inserted it. The cold steel gave her an instant high. She shivered with pleasure, and thought of her geometry teacher. He was a handsome dude, one of these sweet hippy types with a lot on the ball and a lot of balls. She'd love to get him in the sack.

She knew she wouldn't, though because she asked him, and he said so. She was really getting the hots for him during one September class. The weather was balmy and mild that day. It was Indian summer weather And she couldn't help but proposition him. She used the subtle approach.

"Mr. Jeremy," she said in a plaintive tone, rubbing her body unconsciously against his desk.

"Yes, dear," he said, looking up from his pile of papers he had just collected. "What can I do for you?"

That was the wrong thing to say, and she smiled sweetly at him. "You can come for a walk with me. The heather is in bloom…" she quoted poorly from some poem she read once.

"I'm married," Mr. Jeremy said quickly. She thought she detected that he was hiding a lump underneath the desk. He pulled his chair in more closely and confirmed it. He usually lolled lazily atop his desk, when a student came to talk to him.

"I guess you got the point," she breathed, chuckling nervously.

"And you have two sweet points, I see, and I daresay three. I'd love to know them all, all your wondrous points, all the points of your compass, the seven wondrous points of Jody, but I fear that school policy forbids that I do anything about it. You understand, Miss Jody," he said, smiling the sexiest, most flirtatious smile she'd ever seen.

She nearly melted. She turned to go and accidentally brushed one of the papers off his desk.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she breathed, stooping for the paper, and aware that her little skirt was perking up to her ass cheeks. She swore she couldn't help it.

But she was glad it happened. He had stooped quickly at the same time to retrieve it, and his face nearly came up at the same time that her ass did. She caught him nearly swooning and said, "That's okay, Mr. Jeremy, you know I have the hots for you. I'll think of you tonight…"

She was creaming into her little panties and he was probably doing the same into his shorts.

"Uh, good-bye now," she murmured, unable to take her eyes off his sexy eyes and his playful smile.