Unknown: Masturbating Little Girls

Without waiting for his answer, she put her hand down "there." "There" was her pussy, in the crack between her pussy lips.

"Oh, I love to watch you rub your twat," he said, staring at her beautiful pussy. He watched her finger go up and down in the slit.

"Let me see," he said, moving closer so he could watch, all the while not forgetting to fingerfuck her asshole. It was awkward and his hand was getting cramped.

But that didn't stop him from watching her masturbate herself. It gave her intense pleasure.

She rubbed hard, feeling the hot waves of pleasure mount up her crotch.

Another finger of the other hand entered her pussy and she fingerfucked her twat hole. Oh, that felt good.

With their fingers working cooperatively on her pussy, she was rocking and squirming with passion.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned, letting the warm feelings flow all over her. "Hey, that feels good, oh, so good, oh, so nice."

She loved masturbating herself. And she loved it when he helped her.

Together they could do anything.

She felt her passion rise and rise and rise. It overwhelmed all her senses, all her logic. She went with it and felt the sharp shudders of orgasm.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, feeling a warm wave wash over her.

She was silent, just recovering from the coming. She put her arms lovingly around her boyfriend.

"Manny, honey, that was so nice. I love you. It makes me love you very much."

She knew he couldn't take much romanticism. But she couldn't help it.

She was a romantic.

"Hey, what time is it?" she interrupted herself suddenly, not giving him time to have to say "I love you" in return.

He pulled back his sleeve and looked at his watch. "Five thirty," he said.

"Oh, crap," she said. "I'll miss supper. I don't care. Sex is nourishing enough anyway, don't you agree?"

"No," he said, shaking his head. "I'm famished. But, I admit, I could live a while on pussy juice. Mmmm. A diet of pussy juice, that would last me several…"

"Several hours, I know," she broke in. "Oh, do it, Manny, oh, please suck me. You know how I love it."

She spread her thighs invitingly.

He responded.

His tongue moved over her belly and down into her pussy lips. He lapped slowly, tasting her salty juices.

Sucking her pussy was a pleasure, which nothing exceeded, as far as he was concerned. His friends were envious, that Jody let him suck her pussy.

Of course, he didn't tell her that he told them. His friends were sworn to secrecy. She would kill him if she knew that they knew.

If she knew that they knew that she let him suck her pussy. She didn't mind that they knew anything else. But pussy-sucking was a new thing to her. Susie had just confided the word to her recently. She had hissed it in a stage whisper over breakfast. All the girls at the nearby tables turned in horror.

Jody and Susie were looked on as exceptionally astute and knowledgeable about sex. They were, by degrees, given great respect and great disdain.

It depended on the fluctuating moods of the dorm population.

Right now, Jody was doing field research. That's what she and Susie laughingly called it.

Jody was feeling the hot laps of tongue on her pussy. Manny's tongue went into her pussy hole and tasted of the sweet cunt juices.

He thrust a finger up her asshole again. And he continued to eat her. He continued to suck her off.

He licked the tops of her thighs, as a brief excursion, a brief detour, from her pussy.

He came back to her pussy lips, and prodded his hot tongue between them.

"Ohhhh," she moaned, as she felt the tongue doing hot, wet things to her clit.

He lapped all around it, inside the pussy lips and back to the clit. He sucked hard on it.

She moaned in pleasure, spreading her thighs as far as she could. She was glad that, a long time ago, in ballet class, she had learned to do the splits. She didn't know then, that it would come in handy when she was fourteen.

She did the splits now while he ate her. And her pussy felt it was going to split, as she came very quickly.

Without letting her come down, he mounted her, thrusting his eveready erect cock up her, all eight inches.

"Ohhhhh," they moaned in chorus, both feeling the deliciousness of his warm stiff prick up her wet, receptive cunt.

They were very young, but they knew everything they needed to know. He thrust and she counter-thrust.

Three times they did that. Then he came. He came very quickly. He was very young.

But it didn't bother her. No sooner had he climaxed then poof! it was erect again. She laughed, feeling the thick protrusion again inside of her.

She threw her young arms around him and held him close to her. She loved him very much.

She could see their breath again in the cold of the woodshed. Suddenly she shivered. She looked down and thought she could see a hot breath coming from her cunt. She smiled.

He came again quickly. "Ohhhhhhhh," he groaned, feeling his hot prick juices break like a dam in her cunt.

They didn't lie there long. It was too cold. And late.

They sprang up, pulling up pants and pulling down sweaters. They thrust their arms inside their coats and wrapped them tight around them. They hugged once more in the semi-darkness before going out into the cold.

Outside it seemed warmer. The woodshed had been damp.

They trudged back up the path toward the campuses, holding tightly with gloved hands.

They laughed all the way. Jody felt a depression mounting as they neared her dorm and the hour of seven.

"I don't know if I can stand it, Manny," she said.

"Call me," he said. "I'll be ready with my magic, long distance hand.

And I'll be ready to hear your cries of pleasure."

"Masturbation is not enough," she cried, kissing him one last time outside the dorm.

The next day was Friday and Jody had a long morning of classes to get through again. The previous evening had been spent in a series of phone calls placed by Jody to Manny for the pleasure of mutual masturbation.

She wished she could have placed a conference call like her father, a businessman, used to do. Then she could have hooked up Susie's, Manny's, and Ricky's phones and they would have had an orgy by telephone.

She was lazily thinking about these things in her geometry class. Mr.

Jeremy was putting her to sleep, for a change. Usually just the sight of his sexy body kept her awake enough to keep in touch with the day's lesson.

But the lesson was especially boring today… about hypotenuses and right triangles. Jody didn't think any triangle was right. She was only interested in straight lines between two points, male and female. And rectangular straight lines between four points, two males and two females. Which gave her the idea about the orgy by phone.

The idea perked her up considerably. Her eyes were on Mr. Jeremy, but only because he kept moving around. He was flattered to suddenly have her undivided attention. His lesson became more inspired.

Jody's mind, however, was on other things. Namely, how to place a conference call. That evening would do. Her curfew was at seven, and the others' was eleven. The call would have to happen after that. She couldn't keep them, especially Susie and Ricky, from good, healthy, real live sex.

And the call would be for her own benefit. And for Manny's. She hoped and prayed he wouldn't find another girlfriend during the interim of her confinement.

So she had to set up enough sexual interactions, if only by phone, to keep her boyfriend, and herself, happy.

She thought she'd bill the call to her parents' phone, and then the dormitory operator wouldn't need all the details of the call. She didn't want anyone listening in on this one.

She met Susie between classes and broached her idea. Susie was game.