• Chapter 2
  • Chapter 3
  • Chapter 4
  • Chapter 5
  • Chapter 6
  • Chapter 7


    Masturbating Little Girls

    Chapter 1

    Jody was fresh, blond and thirteen. She was tall for her age, willowy, and had a real zest for living. She loved learning anything new. And her latest thing that she was "into" as she put it, was playing with herself.

    "Oh, hello, Manny," she said, recognizing the voice on the phone. "How are you feeling?" She propped her feet on the radiator that was thumping with the sound of circulating water. "What did you say? This damn radiator is making a hell of a lot of noise. Oh, you're staring out of the window and you wish I was there? Yeah, I know, it's lousy isn't it, this snowstorm and all, and we have to study."

    "What am I doing? I'm playing with myself, of course." Jody always had her hand on her crotch when she was on the phone.

    She had her hand on her crotch because she was always horny. It was automatic. She would dial a phone number and plop! There would go her hand between her legs.

    The phone would ring, she would answer, and plop! There would go her fingers to her pussy, rubbing over the denim of her jeans, or tucking up under the skirt of her plaid school uniform.

    They would twist under the elastic of her panties and dig between her pussy lips and find that lovely secret she had only recently discovered … her clit that felt so good when rubbed.

    "Tell me what you're doing," Jody heard Manny say.

    "Okay. I'll give you a play by play description. If I can. I get very aroused, you know." She had her jeans on so she quickly zipped the fly down and reached under the elastic waist of her little panties.

    "Mmmmm, Manny, it feels so good. Oh, how I wish you were here to see.

    I'm rubbing my pussy now. What does it look like? Well, you've seen it, you know how it looks. Yeah, I know you still want to hear it.

    "Well, it's all blond and soft and downy. Sparse. So you can still see my pink pussy underneath. And now my finger is going all wildly over it, digging in between the pussy lips, just like you did it to me.

    "Mmmmmmm, oh, Manny, can't you come over? Oh, it feels so good. Mmmmmmm.

    And now I'm rubbing real hard, flitting my finger all over it, making it all swollen and sensitive.

    "And now I'm yanking my jeans down to half-mast and my panties too.

    Yeah, I'm all bare now from the waist down to the knees. Oh, Manny, it feels so good. Oh, I wish you were here to eat me."

    "Yeah, now I've put a finger up my pussy. Mmmmm, it's so gooey and wet inside. Oh, it's wonderful. Yeah, it's great. Terrific. Mmmmm, I'm digging two fingers up my cunt hole now."

    "I'm thrusting a finger in and out of my hole now. My legs are spread real far apart. I'm straddling the stool. My thighs are so far apart.

    And now I'm feeling my thighs. They feel so good and soft.

    "Why don't you come over and rub them for me, honey, Manny, could you?

    Oh, if you were here to watch me, I'd really get off. Oh, it would be so great.

    "Honey, Manny, what are you doing? You got your hot cock out of your fly? Of course! I don't have to ask, do I? Yeah, while I'm, mmmmmmm, getting it off on this end of the wire, while I'm digging my fingers up my, ohhhhhhh, cunty, tell me how you're beating your meat, hon, please?"

    "Yeah, Jody, well, uh, it's hard to describe," Jody heard him say. She heard him pant on the other end of the wire. It was like a dirty telephone call, except that she knew the heavy breather. It happened to be her fourteen-year-old boyfriend.

    "Well, try to describe it, huh?" She was busy trying to squirm down on the stool and reach a finger way down between her ass cheeks, and wriggling it up her rosebud of an asshole. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned.

    "Whatd'ja do, huh? Whatd'ja do?" he said, breathing hard and heavy on the other end.

    "I'm stickin' it up my asshole, honey, and oh, it feels so good, oh, it makes me feel like I'm gonna come right away," she moaned, grappling with her asshole, her pussy hole, and her cunt slit and clit all at the same time. "Honey, hold on, I need another hand," she said, laying down the receiver.

    Manny heard the receiver clunk down and the sound of her moanings and groanings. "Ahhhhhhhhh, Oooooohhhhhh, eeehhhhhh, ehhhhh, oh, oh, oh, Jody, honey, do it some more."

    She liked to talk to herself, like she was talking to a lover, while she masturbated. In a sense, she was her own lover.

    She thrust her two fingers up her pussy hole and dug in and out of it wildly. In and out and in and out, her fingers went, doing a dance of their own. They rotated expertly around and around her little, tight cunt walls.

    "Ahhhhh," she groaned, finger-fucking her asshole at the same time. When she masturbated, she was a magician. She was practicing sleight-of-hand, and sleight-of-finger.

    Her hands and fingers were everywhere at once, digging into all her sexual holes, reaching up to pinch and knead her nipples, digging into her mouth to be sucked on and thereby arousing her lips and tongue.

    "Ahhhhhhh," she moaned. She slid off the stool and sat on the bare floor, placing her cunt right near where the receiver hung down and touched the floor.

    She dipped into her pussy-hole and made wet, sucking sounds, slurping sounds, with her fingers in her honeyed hole. "Can you hear it?" she yelled real loud to Manny.

    "Yeah, yeah," she heard him yell back. "Go on." He must be yelling real loudly for her to hear. Probably the floor monitor in his dormitory would come running soon. Ned, the monitor, was a bespectacled bookworm and a real fairy if he was anything, still a virgin at fourteen. It disgusted her. Jody and everyone she knew, girls and boys, had already had reams of sexual experience, had done every conceivable act and then some, the degree and variety of which would put any adult to shame.

    And she loved it. Jody loved sex. She was so glad to be a teenager at last. She was always curious about sex, ever since she could remember.

    And now she had the equipment to do something about it.

    Even when she was three, four and five, she remembered seeing her brother run around home naked. She loved watching his little tiny penis wiggle around as he ran. She loved watching her mother give him a bath, and soap and towel him there between the legs.

    When the children had gone to bed, they snuck into each other's rooms and played with each other in bed, under the covers.

    Jody was surprised to find out that a lot of middle class children were pretty hung-up about that. They'd never explored each other.

    But her father was an artist and her mother was a writer and they had no hang-ups about such things. They exulted in life, and although they had standards for behavior in public, they thought a healthy knowledge and exploration of each other's bodies, as children, was a good thing. It made sex easier when you grew up. Her parents never said much about it.

    They were just easy-going and never said anything against it, never judged them, even when they would look in on them at midnight when they went to bed and found them naked and snuggled in each other's arms.

    Her mother would carry her off to bed, slip her into her nighty, and that was that. No big deal.

    And now Jody was grateful. No playing doctor and nurse anymore, that was for sure. Just good healthy honest sex and masturbation.

    "Jody, what are you doing now," shrieked Manny over the receiver. His groans came hot and heavy over the wire.

    "I'm masturbatin' with the receiver," she crooned, digging it into her groin. She wished it were smaller so she could get it right up inside her. "Ohhhhhh, it's so great. It's like a black cock inside me. An electronic cock. Oh, I hope I don't get a shock," she squealed, lying back on the cold floor with the receiver cradled between her slim, soft thighs, and laughing. "Can you hear my cunt talk?" she laughed.

    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.

    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.

    "Good-bye, dear. I appreciate the invitation," he had said.

    And now she thought of that little scene. It brought the slide rule to life. She pretended that Mr. Jeremy had touched it. She pretended that now, even now, it was his muscled fingers and hands that were tracing over her lovely curves, measuring her every twitch, every heave of her turned-on body.

    Now he was measuring her tangents. Now he was finding her square roots, located of course in her pussy, her clit and her nipples. He was passing his hands over her logarithms.

    She flit the edge of it over her clit, being careful not to hurt herself, and gave in to her own body's rhythm.

    "Mmmmmmm," she moaned softly, there in the dark, underneath the blanket.

    And a little imagined balloon over her head had Mr. Jeremy sketched in the middle of it, watching her, and getting his own rocks off as he did so.

    "Oh, Mr. Jeremy, I love you, I adore you," she said, her groin bumping and grinding to the rhythms of his logarithms. She tried to picture him with his wife. Oh, what did they do? She wondered. And how did they do it? She wanted to do exactly what they did. Oh, she felt so lonely.

    Without her Mr. Jeremy, without her Manny, and sentenced to three weeks of hell in the dormitory, able to go out only for classes. Ugh!

    Well, she still had her masturbatory techniques, and she still had her slide rule, and she still had an infinite variety of tools of masturbation.

    A slide rule is important to my bag of tricks, she thought, feeling the cold steel against her groin and pressing it between the flesh of her soft thighs.

    She drew it up then and pressed it perpendicular to her body, across her breasts. She measured the span between her nipples, although she couldn't really see in the dark. She guessed the span to be about seven inches.

    She measured the circumference of her tits, and also the diameter. She decided the left one was bigger than the right one. She tried hard to remember the formula for finding the perimeter of her breast, when she knew the diameter. She gave up trying.

    The demands of her body were too great. "Ahhhhh," she moaned, feeling the juices of her cunt squeeze out of their walls.

    She gave up the ruler just then and used her hand. Her old familiar hand that knew the ins and outs and secrets of her private places better than her ruler did.

    She remembered a movie she and Susie had snuck in to see recently. They had seen a woman masturbate. In fact, they had seen two women masturbate. She remembered how they'd done it, and emulated them, emulated the gestures of these two, experienced blond actresses.

    She recalled the one lying in bed. The camera was at her back. She could see the hand of the woman jut into her groin, and the other hand wrapped around one tit. The other woman, her companion, had stood in the other room and watched her through the doorway.

    The camera had showed her silhouetted against the doorway. The woman in bed jabbed at herself and groaned and spasmed.

    Jody had had the funny feeling, then, of creaming and coming herself, right in the seat of the theater.

    She remembered that scene now, and felt all horny again. Her hands jabbed away at herself and she felt deliriously happy. Her hands and fingers rode all over her body.

    She imagined herself on the movie screen of a theater. She imagined auditioning for the art of the masturbator.

    "You masturbate very well," the director would say, "very convincingly," and he would ask her back. There would be five finalists.

    He would select her, because of her wealth of techniques and objects, and her sheer will and drive to orgasm.

    She would win hands down any time.

    And now her hands were going down again. She worked quickly, rummaging all over her twat, inserting her pegs in the right holes.

    "Nghnghngh," she moaned, fucking her cunt with her middle finger.

    Another finger went down to her ass cheeks and plunged into the hole between them. It completely melted her.

    With the other finger working frantically on her clit, she worked herself again into a frenzy of pleasure…

    "Ohhhhhhh," she moaned again, thinking of Manny fucking her in the woodshed. "Nghnghngh," she groaned, feeling Mr. Jeremy's imagined hands on her breasts and cock up her twat.

    With the two sexy lovers of her imagination working on her, she couldn't help but come with a burst of cuntal fluid.

    "Ohhhhhh," she screamed as softly as she could, so Miss Glen wouldn't come running again.

    She kept jabbing and rubbing and thrusting her groin up and down till the waves of extreme pleasure subsided.

    And the feeling of warmth and peace flooded her, from pussy to tit. And she slept soundly that night while visions of dildoes and slide rulers danced in her head.

    There would be more dreams to come!

    Chapter 2

    Jody woke early the next morning. She dressed without masturbating and went downstairs to breakfast. She and Susie ate together every morning.

    The topic, as usual, was onanism. That was Susie's favorite word. It was her preferred word to masturbation.

    Susie was a robust, pink cheeked brunette with long, silky hair that she could sit on.

    And she was sitting on it now, while she ate her pancake. Every morning Susie had one pancake for breakfast. Without syrup. She loved it that way.

    "You know," she was saying to Jody, stuffing the single pancake into her lovely mouth, and licking her lips, "you know, boys can stick their pretty dicks through a pancake and really get their rocks off in it.

    This thing's pretty doughy. Bet it feels just like a girl's pussy.

    "It would be juicier with syrup, Susie," Jody said dryly. "Really, I can't see what you see in those horrible pancakes. They're so dry."

    "It takes the cake!" chimed in Susie. Susie liked to pun. It was her favorite sport, next to masturbating.

    "Well, test it out on Ricky next time you get him in the hay," said Jody, tossing her blond hair back from her face, as she munched on her crinkly cereal.

    "Why should I give him pancakes when he can have me!" she cried. She was easily affronted. "I mean, let him find his own pancakes. I'm not going to help him."

    "You should find them for him," advised Jody in mock seriousness. "What if he doesn't find a pancake to help him through the dry spells? He'll find another girl. Boys are like that, you know. By the way, I worry about such things. I'm grounded for three weeks. It's going to be horrible."

    "Whatever for?" asked Susie, eyeing the boy waiter that was taking the trays and dishes off the tables. She had an urgent desire to goose him.

    "For having my pants down while I talked to Manny on the phone!"

    "I don't believe it. What a riot. Who caught you?" she asked.

    "Old scum bag herself."

    "No! Miss Ellen Glen. Heavens. Weren't you embarrassed?"

    "Oh, she was probably jealous. She probably wanted some young cunt for herself. She had the nerve to take my hand in hers and plead with me to be a good girl. I got sick to my stomach. She digs emotional togetherness, but it made me nauseous. Nauseous, I say! Nauseous!"

    She yelled it out, and the girls at the tables around her turned, looked and giggled. Jody gave them the horns. They gave her the finger back.

    "Hell, old scum bag has no sex life herself," said Susie. "She probably doesn't even have a sex. You know, the equipment. Let alone the orientation." Susie liked big words, as well as puns.

    Big words were her favorite sport, next to puns, and next to masturbating.

    "Onanism," she was saying. "Onanism; onanistic, onanizer, to onone. Is that the verb, Jody? What's the verb? Like to masturbate. To onanize?

    Geez, where can I look it up? I've got to find a sex dictionary, Jody.

    Where can I find one?"

    "You don't need to find one, darling Susie. You could write one. You know ALL the words. You know words I haven't even heard of before."

    "Oh, gee, Jody, hey, you flatter me. With a compliment like that, I just might quit school and be a success in life."

    Jody studied her friend. "Whatever would you do?" She could see her best friend sitting in an editorial office somewhere, humped over a huge book with a feather for a pen, dipping it in an inkwell and printing words like masturbation and onanism in a delicate script.

    Her other hand, of course, would be between her legs. Practicing what she was preaching. "Susie's Words for Secret" she would call it. It would sell like hot cakes. Like pancakes.

    "I'd teach," said Susie without hesitation.

    "What? I'm afraid to ask. Don't tell me." Jody was shaking with laughter. The boy behind Susie, who had been picking up the used trays, was giving Susie the horns behind her back. Susie didn't notice.

    "I'd teach masturbation in a local college," she announced. "Some schools allow you to teach anything you damn well please. Without credentials."

    "You certainly have those," Jody said, drinking the last of her milk.

    "Well, hey, Jody, I have the words. But you have the techniques. Would you be my assistant? You could spread-eagle in the laboratory… we'd have a three-hour lab once a week. You would be paid well. You wouldn't have to show up for the lectures. I'd have three one-hour lectures per week.

    "I'm sure it would be the most popular course on campus."

    "I'd teach an introductory course and an advanced one, plus a graduate seminar."

    "You'd be the first full professor of masturbation in the country. A real first for any female."

    "Would you come?" asked Susie, her eyes bright with excitement.

    "I certainly would, are you kidding? Three hours of masturbating, I'd probably come twenty times. Minimally."

    "Hey, that's great, Jody. I knew you wouldn't let me down."

    "You'd have to insure my pussy, though. With all that activity, something might go awry. You know, amiss."

    "I'd get a stunt man, I mean a stunt woman. She could do all the fancy things. You wouldn't have to worry."

    "Hey, thanks, that's a big relief. I'd hate to risk my neck. We could get the movie rights, too. Distribute to sex education classes everywhere. We'd be rich." Jody was always thinking of money. When she wasn't thinking of sex.

    "Are you so materialistic as all that?" cried Susie. Her disappointment in her friend was keen. "We wouldn't do this for MONEY! We would do it for pleasure. For the pleasure of spreading the word on this greatest of all sexual arts. We would contribute all proceeds to the Foundation for Masturbation. I mean, where is your sense of duty? Really, Jody. Money!

    Bah humbug."

    She finished the last bite of pancake. "I must go. I'd rather come. But I must go. What are your plans for after school?" She got up, and nearly bumped into the boy, who had finished clearing the trays from the tables all around them, and now was only pretending to clear trays away. He obviously had the hots for Susie.

    "Why are you standing so close to me?" exclaimed Susie without a pause.

    "I mean, why aren't you lying on top of me? I would vastly prefer it!"

    She smiled at him, blew him a kiss, waved good-bye to Jody and gave the boy the finger behind his back.

    Jody laughed and called after her. "I'm going to chapel." It was a code word that they both understood.

    "Enjoy!" yelled Susie, bounding up the stairs to the door. She paused dramatically at the top, pretending to give a lecture. Then she disappeared out the door.

    Jody finished and flirted with the boy as he took her tray away. He didn't even notice her. He had the hots for Susie. Kitchen workers prefer brunettes, thought Jody snottily. Gentlemen prefer blondes.

    She removed her hand from her crotch, which she had been keeping warm all during breakfast, got up gracefully and left.


    It was cold, walking the path alone that afternoon to the woodshed. The path wound along a creek, partially iced, but not yet firm enough for skating. Jody drew her coat and scarf more tightly about her.

    She nodded at a couple she passed on the path. They must be coming back from chapel. They looked very happy.

    She quickened her step. Manny would be waiting for her. He got out earlier than she did. Another quarter of a mile and she would be there.

    The chapel, or rather the woodshed, was a popular place with the pupils of both schools. It was a meeting place known only to them. The faculty was not cognizant of its existence.

    It kept the student body of both schools sane. They needed a sexual retreat, even at their young age.

    Jody came within a stone's throw of the woodshed. Manny was waiting at the door. She picked up a stone and threw it at him. He ducked. It was her idea of a fond greeting.

    He gave her the finger. Even with her poor eyesight, she saw it. She knew that was his idea of a fond greeting. She grinned and quickened her step over the frozen path. A stone wall ran along the edge of it.

    The last ten yards, she ran, her blond hair flying over her shoulders.

    She ran into his arms. He picked her up and flung her around and around.

    Then he put her down.

    "Let's hurry," she said. "We don't have awfully long. How are you, Manny? Gee, it's great to see you."

    He kissed her. His lips were soft. He had the face of a boy and the body of a man. He was nearly six feet. She loved him already, at fourteen.

    They planned to be married when they finished college. That was eight years away.

    Jody considered it a mere formality. She had to remember to take her pill. If she didn't, they would have quite a family by the time they married.

    They both liked sex. Manny opened the door and led her inside. It was dark and cold and gloomy, but it was a place.

    Various kids had brought blankets and newspapers to warm the cold cement floor. There was a flashlight without batteries. It didn't help the lighting situation.

    "Manny, it's so cold," said Jody, shivering. Her teeth were chattering.

    "How can I take my clothes off in here? It's the coldest I've ever seen it."

    "For sex; we can do anything, right?" he said, pulling her to him and rubbing her all over. "This will help." His strong hands rubbed all over her, beneath her coat.

    He felt her soft curves beneath her clothes. She wore slacks and a sweater. She wore no bra, and her little nipples were prominent underneath the wool.

    "Hey, you look nice," he said. "Let me feel your nipples." He pulled and pinched the pretty erect knobs through her sweater. "Hey, wasn't that something last night? Poor Ned was freaking out today. He said someone made up a lie about calling some girl in your dorm and breathing heavily. He was very upset. He talked his way out of it, I guess."

    "Well, if Miss Glen comes back to me, I'll just say you said you were Ned. I really don't know who that nasty phone call was from!" She reached down and kneaded his cock between his legs. "Hey, that's some erection you got waiting for me. You guys, you're always horny. I can't understand it."

    "The pot calls the kettle black, you little horny masturbator, you," cried Manny, seizing his sexy girlfriend and kissing her hungrily. "Boy, did I have the hots for you last night, hearing you moan and groan and your cunt creak and secrete. You must have had the receiver right down between your legs. I heard everything. I heard you cream, do you know that?" He rubbed her sexy little knockers. "Mmmmm, I love these."

    "Let me take my coat off," she said, slipping out of it. His magic hands were warming her.

    His hands were better than a crackling fire. She felt the rush of passion. She embraced him, stormcoat and all. "Now it's your turn, you hot-blooded American boy, to take your coat off. It's pretty bulky and I think you have something even bulkier underneath it."

    Her hand moved down to his basket and kneaded the warm mound, warm even in the cold of the woodshed.

    "Mmmmmm, that feels good," he said. She helped him out of his jacket and they sank to the blankets on the floor. He lay down on top of her.

    "Let's streak the headmaster's office tomorrow," he said, before placing his lips on hers and tonguing her expertly.

    "Mmmmmmm," was her only answer. She parted her lips and let his warm tongue enter her mouth. She felt his tongue play over her teeth and tongue and sighed deeply. Her whole body sighed at the relief of being with her boyfriend again.

    Manny's hand went down her body and over her hips. He loved the soft and undulating curves of her body. She had small tits, but a lovely ass, plus a beautiful face. She was a find.

    His hand caressed her pussy, underneath her woolen slacks. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned.

    "Let me see you play with yourself," he begged. "I love to watch you."

    She complied. Her hand went down between her legs and she began prodding her pussy into action. "Oh, no, I did this all last night. You do it now. You're here. That's what you're for, silly." She withdrew her hand and replaced it with his own.

    "Okay," he said. "THIS time." He undid the fly of her slacks and massaged her mound under her panties.

    Then his cold hand went down underneath the elastic waist and found her bare and lovely pussy.

    "Oooooh, it's cold!" she protested. "Mmmmmm, oh, that feels good." She soon got used to it.

    And his hand warmed up in her hot crotch. "You do have the loveliest pussy this side of the Connecticut River," he said.

    "Thank you," she said, smiling. "Tell me about the others."

    "They're not as lovely," he said, jutting a finger up her hole. She groaned.

    "Oh, that feels so good," she sighed. "Mmmmmmm. Oh, do it some more. Oh, Manny, put two fingers in. You know I like it so."

    They had known each other for precisely two and one half months. They had explored each other's bodies thoroughly.

    Two of his fingers fit her perfectly. She felt them deep up her now and she was very, very satisfied.

    "Oh, you're so wet," he said. "Mmmmm, I feel your thick cunt juice. Oh, man, do I love to feel you there."

    Jody could only moan. "Oh, more, oh, do it more, oh, go deeper. Oh, it feels so good. Oh, man, mmmmmmm. Oh, honey!"

    He kept finger-fucking her until he heard a final burst of pleasure, in her cunt and on her lips. Her groin thrust way up to meet his prodding fingers and sank back finally to the bed of blankets.

    "Oh, honey, oh, Manny, oh, that felt good." She laughed and shuddered and smiled sweetly up at him.

    "Oh, that's so much better than by long distance!" she added. "Sex by telephone just ain't the same," she said, shaking her head back and forth on the blanket that served as a pillow under her head. "No way!"

    His hand seized her own and brought it to its rightful place on his crotch. "Do me," he pleaded. "I thought about you all last night. I must have masturbated a dozen times."

    "Where?" she asked, looking up at him and trying to imagine him all alone in his dormitory room, masturbating. "In bed or in the john?"

    "Everywhere," he said. "Both places. And your image dangled all the time above my head. Right up here," he said, raising his hand to a foot above him.

    "Oh, that's nice," she said, giggling. "It's nice to know I was up there. I was your muse of masturbation."

    "Very amusing," he said. "Yes." He grinned above her, his lips nearly touching her own. She felt his warm breath on her face. Their breaths together made a cloud in the air of the frosty woodshed.

    "My gosh, it's cold in here," she exclaimed. "But you're so warm on top of me, I barely notice."

    His mouth went down to her breast and she felt his warm lips and breath on it.

    Her fingers undid his fly. She could do that with her eyes closed. She reached into his jocks and sprung the cock out. It was like a jack in the box. A cock in the box.

    He had a good eight inches. He was very proud of it. And she was too.

    She told him once he was the best hung man on campus. He asked her how she knew.

    She smiled mysteriously each time he asked.

    Right now he was feeling her cold, cold hands on his warm cock. He was nearly creaming already. Her cold hands had the effect of someone throwing ice cubes on him. It was definitely heightening.

    She jacked his cock into a ballooning erection. She watched her hands in motion. She loved the feel of the hard, pulsating muscle.

    She played with it as he had once instructed her. It was the only instruction she ever needed. he fingered it skillfully and he creamed in her palm.

    "Mmmmmmm," he groaned, feeling tremendous relief. He came so much lately, he couldn't keep count. And he couldn't keep from coming. He could think of nothing else but sex lately. He didn't fight it. He just accepted it.

    He was erect again all ready. That was his pattern. He would cream, and then the irrepressible thing would spring to action again.

    It was truly amazing.

    He raised her sweater and sucked on her bare tits. He ran his tongue all over both of them.

    He tongued the nipples and they erected pertly to his tonguings.

    "Mmmmmmm," she moaned, loving the wet warmth on her nipples.

    She helped him pull her slacks off her and then her panties. Her pussy shivered in the cold.

    "Oh, Manny," she groaned. "How long are we going to have to put up with this? Can't we find anther place?"

    "I'll work on it," he said. His hands were warm now and he fingered her tight little cunt.

    He enjoyed playing with her clit. He rubbed and rubbed the little knob and felt it erect and blossom under his. touch.

    She squirmed and moaned. She forgot about the cold. "Ohhhhh, do that some more. Oh, that feels so good. Hey, oh, yes, right there. No higher.

    Lower. To the right. I mean left. Yeah, right there."

    She spread her thighs and watched his hand down there between her legs.

    She loved the feel of it, and loved to watch it. She wished there were mirrors all around the walls of the woodshed so they could watch themselves.

    Susie's mother had a bedroom just like that. Susie's parents were divorced. Her mother had two steady boyfriends. One was married to another woman. One was for the long nights when her true love could not be with her.

    Jody made up her mind that she would have a bedroom just like that when she had her own apartment. She refused to say "when I grow up." Jody felt very mature. Having sex made her feel very mature, even at fourteen. She felt grown up already.

    Manny had a surprise for her then. His hand left her clit and snuggled under her small, round ass cheeks.

    His finger found her secret back door and entered. Without knocking. His finger walked right in and thrust up the long tight passageway.

    "Oh!" exclaimed Jody, feeling the erotic shock of his finger up her backside, up her puckered hole.

    "You like that, don't you?" said Manny, looking at her, grinning. "Wish I could feed you my cock up your ass."

    "That would be delectable," she agreed, pausing in her pleasure. "But only if you shrink it first. You know, take the air out."

    "Impossible," he said. "It's always erect." He shrugged, while she shook her head. "I can't help it."

    "Maybe after we have our four kids, I'll be all stretched."

    "Silly, you don't have kids out your backside. What does that have to do with it?" He laughed.

    "You're making me delirious. My thinking is coming out crooked. Oh, keep doing that, honey. I'm losing my mind. It's wonderful."

    She felt his long and thick finger go in and out of her. She rode up and down on it, posting as she would on her horse back home. She loved riding horseback and she loved riding cocks in her asshole.

    "Can I help?" she suggested.

    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.

    Chapter 3

    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.

    Susie was game for anything sexual. They scheduled the phone call for eleven fifteen that night. Susie would notify Ricky. Jody would notify Manny.

    Manny grooved on the idea. He said he would be ready, willing and able, at eleven fifteen.

    At precisely eleven ten, Jody called the operator. She gave Jody's, Susie's and Ricky's phone numbers and then hung up and waited for the operator to call her back.

    At eleven fifteen exactly the phone rang. She picked it up eagerly.

    "Hi!" yelled Susie from her room on the fourth floor.

    "Hey, Sugar!" called Ricky from his room in the boys' dorm.

    "Shut up, you guys, I can't get a word in edgewise," screamed Manny over the receiver. "I'm hot and ready."

    "Hey, wait, you guys, till the operator is off the line," cautioned Jody. "Hello, hello, operator…"

    "Go ahead," said the operator in a nasal voice. She clicked out. Jody hoped she didn't have her key pulled back, listening in on what was to follow.

    Of course, if she enjoyed that sort of thing, and didn't call the service assistant over, that was all right with Jody. Jody's hand was already on her crotch.

    "Ready, gang?" she called.

    "Yeah, man," chorused the other three.

    "Sounds like a bridge game," exclaimed Susie. "Without the dummy."

    "Gee, thanks," said Jody. "Okay, gang, we gotta be organized about this.

    The rules are this: anything you do, you have to describe it, in as much detail as possible, for the edification and erotic pleasure of the rest of us. No fair doing it and saying nothing. If your hand is on your cock, say so!"

    "That goes without saying," said Manny.

    "I'm not the verbal sort," apologized Ricky.

    "You gotta be, kid. How else are you going to trip off our lusty, dirty fantasies?" said Susie to her boyfriend.

    "Susie, we already did it once tonight. Do I really have to do this again? I don't know about this."

    "Come on, you horny bastard," exclaimed Susie. "And get your head out of the book. Okay?"

    "Is it a sex book?" asked Manny. "Doesn't he know how?"

    "Fuck you!" said Ricky "Okay, my heart's in it now and so's my cock.

    It's hanging out of my fly and I'm jacking it into erection. It still has come on it from when Susie and I made it tonight. And saliva from when she ate me."

    "Right on, Rick! Atta boy. Hey, man," said Susie, "wanna know what I'm doing? I'm naked from the waist down. I got my fingers up my twat and I'm jerking off. Ohhhh. It feels so good. It feels so terrific.

    Fantastic. Mmmmm."

    "Susie, what do you look like?" asked Manny, panting hungrily on the phone.

    "Nothin' doing," said Jody. "I don't know if I'm goin' to like this after all."

    "But, Jody, it's an orgy, isn't it?" laughed Manny.

    "G'wan, Manny," said Jody. "Tell what you're doing!" She herself was rubbing the pert little nipples under her blouse.

    "Yeah, share and share alike," said Susie, aroused by Manny's hots for her, "Now, I'm taking off my sweater and rubbing my nipples, too, just like Jody. Oh, man, wish you could see my big tits now. Hey, Jody, this is excellent preparation for our future lectures. It affords great play by play description, doesn't it?"

    "Right on, Susie, oh, if you could only see me now," said Jody, "I've moved down to what would be virgin territory, if I were a virgin. It goes without saying, that I am not, I think."

    "Oh, that's a great disappointment to me," said Manny. "I can't marry you now."

    "Aw, shucks," said Jody. "Well, no matter, I know how to make myself happy. I just take three fingers and insert them in my twat. Then I suck on the other fingers. Now, I'm inserting a finger up my asshole for good measure. "Nghnghngh."

    "Oh, does that make me horny," breathed Manny. "Ohhhhh, one description is worth a thousand pictures. Which reminds me, let me get that picture out of you. Oh, where is it? Here, in my wallet."

    "Which picture is that, Manny? Oh, my gosh, not that nude one you took early in the fall at the woodshed! You carry that around and show people? I hope not! I want the illusion preserved that I am a virgin!

    Otherwise, one's reputation is hopelessly destroyed for the duration of one's stay at Mrs. Goody's School for Girls." Susie stopped whacking herself off momentarily.

    "I can understand that," said Ricky. "Otherwise you got the guys from Mr. McIntyre's School for Boys all down your neck and up your skirt, right? She puts out. Things like that. Ohhhhhhhh."

    "What are you doing? What are you doing?" said Susie, jumping up and down and sighing into the receiver as she continued pulling on her nipple and shoving a finger up her.

    "I bought this liver on the way home. I know it sounds funny, but a fellow told me once it feels just like a girl's twat. I've never tried it till now. And it does! Not as good as Susie's, to be sure, but nice, squishy and soft just the same."

    "I got liver trouble enough, what with all I drink, without it having falling down to my cunt!" said Susie, graphically enough.

    "Your trouble or your liver?" quipped Ricky.

    "You name it," said Susie. "Well, guess what I have here," said Susie.

    "Something I haven't reported to you yet."

    "What's that? What's that?" said Jody, emceeing the proceedings of the conference call.

    "A vibrator!" said Susie.

    "Where the hell did you get that?" breathed Jody, all excited.

    "At a drugstore in my hometown, a long time ago," said Susie. "Do you want to know what? My mother took me in and bought one for herself. When I displayed such interest, she bought one for me too. And you know the most embarrassing thing about the whole thing?"

    "What's that?" said Ricky. "I'm jacking myself harder, by the way. Did you hear me come once? In the bloody liver? Whew! What a come. Boy, is it squishy and hard to hold onto, though. I keep dropping it."

    Just then the other three heard the sound of the receiver dropping and crashing to the floor. "Damn!" they heard, in muffled tones, far from the phone. Then Ricky picked up the receiver again and came back on the line. "As I said, this sticky stuff is slippery business. But oh, so satisfying!"

    "Lot's of protein in liver," said Susie admiringly. "Well, you'll just have a pretty meaty cock, that's all. And we'll have healthy offspring.

    Ohhhhhhh, it feels great. I just put this eraser up me. Oh, it feels real good. Anything I wrote on my cunt walls with the pencil I jabbed up it last night, out of sheer frustration, is bound to be erased with these motions."

    "What did you write, graffiti?" said Manny, sighing heavily.

    "Yep, she saw the writing on the wall," said Ricky. "The liver treatment is going great," he added.

    "You're certainly becoming verbal quickly," admired Susie. "The liver is doing the trick, I see."

    "So what are you doing already, Susie?" asked Manny.

    "Why do you want to know?" said Jody, jealous. "Why don't you ask your old girlfriend right here?"

    "Honey, I know what you're doing. I haven't had the pleasure of getting to know Susie, and since I think that's the object of this conference call, to get to know all parties well, I think I have a right to ask.

    She's not going to get pregnant if I ask, now, is she?"

    "I don't know," said Jody. "Have you been taking the pill, Susie?"

    "Silly!" answered Susie. "I'll be glad to ask the young gentleman's question. I don't believe in holding any information back from anyone.

    That's part of my sex education program."

    "So?" said Manny. "I'm waiting…"

    "Well, after erasing the writing on the walls of my cunty vagina, I inserted the vibrator. Oh, man, it feels so fantastic. You push the little button on and the whole thing starts vibrating. Anyway, I never finished my story about the vibrator. That cocky son of a bitch cashier had the nerve to demonstrate this thing right in front of my mother and me. It was so embarrassing. For my mother at least. Her face got red and she said she understood, and she'd take two. The man, of course, demonstrated it on his neck. What a riot. When we all knew what it was REALLY for…"

    "So which of your holes is it up now?" said Manny.

    "All of them," said Susie, moaning. "Ahhhhhhhh," they heard her moan.

    "Ohhhh, it's so fantastic. Yeah, it's really great. Mmmmmmmm. Right now, I have it up my cunt hole, mmmmmm, way in. Then I pull it out. Then I stuff it up again. Oh, man, is it fantastic. Hey!"

    "What happened? What happened?" asked Manny.

    "Hey, man, stop getting your rocks off on my girlfriend," complained Ricky, groaning in ecstasy shortly thereafter.

    "That's a moot point," cautioned Manny. "Your choice of words is not quite accurate."

    "But it is," said Ricky, figuratively speaking. "Just lay off."

    "All is fair in love and war," said Manny. "Tell all, little Susie."

    There was no answer, just an incredible moan followed by short little grunts. Then dead silence, with a lot of sighs and deep breathing.

    "Wake up, little Susie," said Ricky. "Have you come and gone?"

    "Ohhhhhh, I'm out of it, friends," said Susie softly, with long breaks between words. "I think I'm gonna bow out of the action, if you don't mind. That was the come to end all comes."

    "Geez, Suz, I thought I gave you those kind of comes," whimpered Ricky.

    "Don't I?"

    "Honey, nothing beats a vibrator, does it?" said Susie. "Jody, you ought to know."

    "I'm ignorant. I use hands and fingers. An occasional banana. Never a coke bottle. In fact, I just happen to have a banana right here. Picked it up at the kiosk before placing this call. Yeah, I'm all naked now, and sending the thing up my pussy hole, skin and all. Mmmmmmmmm."

    "Oh, your groans, Jody, are too much," whispered Ricky sexily. "Go into more detail," he added.

    "Well," Jody went on. "I'm sitting on a terry towel on the floor, or rather lying, trying to stretch the long phone cord down to me, but having a little difficulty. And in and out goes the banana, and oh, it fills my fruit bowl up nicely. You know?"

    "Mmmmmmmm," said Manny. "I can see that banana up your twat now. Oh, I can see it go in and proceed to come right out again. I wish it were peeled and I would be eating it all the way up to where it disappears inside the gluey doorway of your cunt."

    "I'd fall for that myself," punned Ricky. "Slip it to her."

    "Ssssss," said Jody. "No puns allowed here. Only sex."

    They heard her moan some more and then punctuate the moans with ooohs and ahhhhhhhs. "Oh, that was wonderful," she came back on the line to tell them. "Oh, I just kept shooting that banana right up my come hole and it felt so good, deep inside me. And I used the stem of it to arouse my clit a lot. Ohhhh, I remember it well. And the other tip of the banana went up my asshole, to banana-fuck the hole. Hey, it was great!

    I'll bow out for the moment, but I might come in again."

    "Great, Jody, that leaves just us right now, I guess," said Manny.

    "That's you and me, hotcakes," said Ricky to Manny. "What's this big deal about the man always coming first and not letting the woman take her own pleasure? Here we are, left holding our balls. Egad! Mmmmmm, so I'm going to come in my liver again. Ahhhhhh. I'm dipping my prick in the raw piece of meat and folding the meat over my cock. I'm fucking the liver. Oh, it feels so great. It feels so wonderful. I'm pushing the meat all over my dick, to really get it all hot and livered up. I slide it down to the balls, and let it arouse my nuts in their holders, too.


    "I hope the women are listening," breathed Ricky. "This is all for them.

    Well, I'm just doing it the good old-fashioned way," he added. "I got one hand on my dick. I'm rubbing it hard. I put the nail of my little finger up the pee slit. I put my thumb and forefinger around the head, with the little fucker being jacked off superbly by those two numbers.

    Ohhhhhhh, and my fingers of my other hand go under my balls and rub those around. Ahhhhhh, that feels good too. And then off I race, rubbing hard and feeling my cock get stiffer and stiffer. Mmmmmm, in a minute I'm going to break open. Ohhhhhhh, there it goes. Mmmmmmmm."

    "Geez," said Jody. "I'm getting hot and bothered all over again." Her hand went to her cunt again and started jabbing away at it.

    Manny continued. "What happened to the liver?" he asked. "I was so looking forward to a continuation of the liver demonstration."

    "I used it up," apologized Ricky. "It is in a sad state of disrepair."

    "Well, I'm jacking off too. You seen one guy jack, you seen 'em all jack," he said. "Yeah, well, my hand is on the staff of my cock. I jack up and down and it feels good, just like yours. I finger my balls, just like you, and it feels way out, man. Then I sometimes stick a forefinger up my asshole, and titillate that. And that feels terrific. Yeah. So now I got this huge erection goin', thanks to hearing you other guys get yourselves off, especially Susie, if you don't mind my saying so. And now I feel like I can't wait any longer. Now I feel like I'm ready to spill my seed, as it were. Ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, OHHHHHH! It's spurting, folks, it's spurting all the way to the floor. It's like a geyser. Like Old Faithful!"

    "I can see it now," quoted Susie. "And you are there!"

    "Are you all spent now?" asked Jody. "I believe we are, Thank goodness, because it's going to be an expensive phone call, you know? Bill-to's are more expensive than regular calls. My heavens, I better get time and charges, so I know what kind of bill to expect from my parents."

    Suddenly a voice interrupted her. "I'll be glad to give you time and charges, dear, if you just hold on a minute." It was the nasal twang of the operator.

    Jody was astounded. Confounded. "How did you get on the line, operator," she asked, trying to contain her embarrassment and shock. "I should be angry at you. You aren't supposed to listen in."

    "I wasn't listening in, doll," she said. "I was participating. But you couldn't hear, since it's a one way connection. Since you all provided me with so much pleasure, I'm not going to charge you the state tax.

    Don't tell anyone however. It's just a special break from yours truly.

    You know?"

    "So, you heard everything, eh, conference operator?" said Manny.

    "A lot. I heard a lot. I had to keep flipping in and out, to attend to other calls. But yours was the most interesting, so I sort of hung in there."

    "More power to you," said Susie. "Just so you don't get us in trouble."

    "Oh, no," whispered the operator. "I have my hand between my legs, in my crotch, as it is," she added. "So what do you think of that?"

    "Did you come?" breathed Jody.

    "Too many people around, honey," said the operator. "That's okay. We have a fifteen minute break. I'll go relieve myself in a private place, such as the employees' restroom."

    "Okay. Uh, how much was it?" asked Jody again.

    "Let's see," whined the operator. "It was fifteen minutes. For seventy-five cents a minute. About eleven dollars. Split four ways. You do the math."

    "Okay, I'll take it from there," said Jody. "No big amount for such great and extensive pleasure."

    "You have to pay a whore more," chimed in Manny.

    "Keep it to yourself," said Jody. "What would you know about that?"

    "Nothing really," said Manny. "I have a girlfriend that puts out."

    "Sssssss and up yours," said Jody, angrily. "Some nice guy you are. At any rate, glad you enjoyed the four-way whacking, five-way counting yourself."

    "Six-way," corrected the whining operator. "I brought the service assistant over."

    "Oh, no!" exclaimed Jody. "We ARE going to get into trouble now."

    "No, she was getting her rocks off just like you. It's for the sheer pleasure of it, you know?"

    "Great. Nice to know we made a friend," said Susie. "Let's quit while we're ahead. Is everybody happy?" she yelled.

    "Yesssssss." came the chorus of about six voices, some familiar and some not.

    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.

    It was so good to shed it at last. The spasms rose to their heights and subsided.

    She toppled to the throw rug on the floor, all imaginary cocks having since returned to their realms of unreality.

    She was left, a satisfied young girl.

    She looked at the clock. It was nearly twelve thirty. She wondered if she was going to masturbate her life away, alone. Well, at least for the remaining three weeks. And that seemed like a lifetime.

    She went to the restroom and found an empty shower. She bathed the sweat and cunt juice of many orgasms away, and the prick juice of her rendezvous with Manny. It felt so good, the warm, soapy water flooding over her body.

    She dug the handle of her hairbrush up her, letting it give her maximum pleasure.

    Then she towel dried herself and returned to her room. She thought she'd try to borrow Susie's vibrator. She needed a lot of variety in her three weeks of forced sexual solitude, aside from her meetings with Manny.

    Chapter 4

    Mrs. Goody, who had founded and named the school which Jody and Susie attended, lived, retired, in a little house on the edge of the campus, a stone's throw from the woodshed.

    Jody had never paid too much attention to it before. She and Manny passed it on their way to their frequent screwing sessions in the woodshed, where Jody had learned so much about the human anatomy.

    On this particular occasion, she was passing alone to meet Manny and she saw a car pull up to the little house at the edge of the wooded area.

    Mrs. Goody got out with a bag of groceries and motioned the driver away.

    There was something about the way Mrs. Goody moved, even at this distance, that roused Jody's attention. It was the brisk way she moved her stiff figure, that caused Jody to feel that maybe she could learn something from the retired, former headmistress.

    She looked ahead, on this Saturday afternoon, to see if Manny had beat her as usual. He hadn't. She walked the few yards further to the woodshed and poked her face at the cobwebbed window.

    It was dark inside. There was no trace of movement, no trace of Manny.

    Jody decided to while away some of her spare time, while she waited for Manny, in spying on Mrs. Goody.

    She had to be careful, though. She didn't want Mrs. Goody to get the wrong idea. She was there merely to pick up a little harmless information, an innocuous enough goal.

    But of course, it was, in a sense, trespassing. She tiptoed quietly along the path, and as she neared the house, snuck along from tree to tree. A meager amount of snow had fallen and covered the path and the ground alongside it. Finally she was at the last tree before sneaking to the window through which she thought sure she could get a good look at Mrs. Goody. She pressed close to the side of the house, letting only her nose and eyes pass beyond the edge of the window.

    It happened to be the kitchen she was looking into. She pulled back, just as she saw Mrs. Goody pull her head out of the refrigerator. She had put all her groceries away, except for a package of celery stalks sitting on the kitchen table.

    Jody's curiosity was at once sparked. Could it be that Mrs. Goody was making a celery stew? Or could it be something else she was making, namely herself.

    Mrs. Goody picked up the bag of celery and headed through the door into the next room.

    Jody had to slide along to the next window to keep up with her. The next window let in on the livingroom.

    But Mrs. Goody didn't remain long here either. She merely passed through it on the way to the next room.

    This time, Jody had to circle one quarter of the house, to find the next window, the window that let in on Mrs. Goody's bedroom. And just as she came up to it, the draw drape snapped shut in front of her nose.

    Luckily, Jody found a hole where the drape didn't quite meet the edge of the window. It was through this crack that she peeped and witnessed the most interesting actions which, if known to the student body in general, would provide them all with gossip enough to last several weeks.

    Mrs. Goody had sat down and spread-eagled on her bed. It was a large and comfortable double bed, with a chenille bedspread on top.

    Jody's eyes bugged out of her head. Mrs. Goody was pushing up her skirt and latching on to her long johns, those flannel panties that extended nearly the length of her slip.

    There must have been a slit in them, like in men's long johns, because she saw Mrs. Goody's whole fist disappear up it. The bag of celery lay alongside her on the bed.

    At the same time, the other of Mrs. Goody's expert hands, that must have many times been used to smack children's hands that had caressed wrong parts of their anatomy, now went up to caress parts of her own.

    Jody saw her pull her cardigan sweater open, button by button, and expose her whole chest. It was covered by the top part of a cotton slip and, beneath that was a pink bra.

    Off came the skirt, and then the bra, too, was loosened. It didn't come off, but merely was pulled up above her tits.

    Those tits! Jody had seen nothing like them. They were huge and loose.

    They fell, as the breasts of old women are wont to do, clear down to her waistline.

    And Jody saw her take first one, and then the other tit in her hand and massage it. She saw Mrs. Goody's old, aged head go back against the pillow her whole body was propped against, against the headboard.

    Her face, in ecstasy, looked ten years. younger. Jody judged her actual age to be around seventy. So even old people do it! She was amazed, Jody was. There was so much to learn in her life.

    Jody wanted to learn everything. If she spied enough, she probably would, it looked like.

    Meanwhile, she would learn all she could from Mrs. Goody, who was giving a free lesson in human masturbation before her eyes.

    Jody had to congratulate herself on her astuteness. She had fingered a book on body language in the bookstore and she picked up enough information to be of use to her. She had picked up enough vibrations from Mrs. Goody's bouncy walk to know that she, Mrs. Goody, was up to some hanky-panky.

    She watched the old, lined hands grasp at her hanging tits and massage the nipples. Her face had the look of an angel on it. Her eyes, cracked around with lines; were half closed.

    First one huge tit was palmed. Jody saw the fingers, bent with arthritis, touch the nipples, still healthy looking and brown. Then, Jody saw the amazing.

    Mrs. Goody's tit was so large, that she managed to cup it and bring it halfway up to her mouth.

    Then her face went down, and she was actually able to suck her own tit.

    It was awkward, however, and she could not do it for long. Then she stuck her red tongue out of her mouth as far as she could, and licked all over first one nipple, and then the other.

    Jody's eyes were bugging out. She wished she could reach through the glass storm windows and move the curtain back further, so she could see better.

    As it was, she was forced to squint, one eye at a time, through the curtains.

    But she got to see lots as it was.

    The best was yet to come.

    Jody watched as her hand went down between her legs and pulled her skirt all the way up now, and pushed her long johns way down to her loins.

    Over the elastic of the waistband, Jody could glimpse a great gray bush, or rather the upper extremes of it.

    It was the beginnings of the large expanse of her forest of pubic hair.

    Mrs. Goody was looking down her long johns now and chuckling, obviously enjoying the sight and feel of what lurked beneath it.

    Her hands and arthritic fingers set up a rubbing motion deep in her panties. Jody longed to see. She wished Mrs. Goody would pull her long johns down the rest of the way.

    But it was probably cold in her bedroom. At her age, she wouldn't want to catch cold. It could be the end.

    She, Jody, was thinking maybe Mrs. Goody could come and speak at Susie's future masturbation course. There could be a unit on masturbation for senior citizens.

    Of course, Mrs. Goody would do nothing of the sort. Jody wished she'd brought her camera. A picture or two would have been interesting fodder for future discussions between her and Susie on female masturbation.

    She saw Mrs. Goody pant and moan soundlessly through the closed window, as she rubbed her clitoris again and again. She spread her soft white thighs on the bed and fingered her tits again simultaneously. She rubbed her hairy underarms and sucked on her arthritic fingers. She jabbed her fingers up her cunt. At least, that was what Jody supposed she was doing.

    Then, surprise of surprises, Jody saw Mrs. Goody, the former headmistress and founder of Mrs. Goody's School of Girls, stick a finger up her back puckered hole.

    Jody was hysterical. She just couldn't believe it. And she could view this because Mrs. Goody was pulling her longjohns all the way down to her knees, after all.

    Now her whole hairy pussy was exposed on the big, chenille covered bed.

    Her white hair, cut short and curly around her lined face, was bobbing up and down on her head, with every move of her finger on her pussy.

    Her face seemed to look towards the window, and Jody ducked quickly. It made her, Jody, remember that Manny was coming and perhaps already at the woodshed. It brought her back to reality, and though she didn't want to leave this scene that was providing the scoop of the semester, she knew Manny would be able to appreciate it.

    She looked back towards the woodshed. The door to it was on the other side the tiny building about one hundred yards away.

    Jody started to whistle softly, but She realized that Mrs. Goody would probably hear her before Manny would.

    Then she got the idea to throw a snowball in the direction that Manny might be watching. She couldn't hope to reach the front door of the shed, itself, but if she could catch his attention, that would suffice.

    So she kept on scooping snow up, meager as it was, and forming small snowballs that she heaved with all her thirteen-year-old might towards the path that led back to the campus.

    In a minute she saw Manny's head peep around the side of the building.

    She waved frantically for him to come this way.

    Then, when he got close enough to see her, she lay a finger across her mouth and motioned for him to be silent.

    Manny tiptoed along the path, crunchy with snow, and got within talking distance. When he was about to open his mouth and greet her, she again motioned him to be quiet and he came up to her.

    He kissed her in greeting but Jody was too excited and pulled away, stepping aside from her perch so Manny could see the scene that she had seen.

    And Manny saw it. He saw Mrs. Goody, famous retiree of his sister school, with her pants down and her bra up, on her double four-poster bed, jacking herself off.

    Manny was beside himself with laughter. He couldn't help it. Here was the most conservative, supposedly, member of the school community, getting off on her own flesh. It was too much!

    He watched more closely. She had two fingers up her widened, old cunt hole and jabbed into it again and again.

    He saw her make the moans of pleasure, although he could not really hear her.

    She widened her thighs and he saw the incredible mass of her hairy gray cunt. It was a wonderful. She rocked back and forth and up and down on the bed. First she used her fingers, first this way and then that.

    Then Jody pushed her way back into the little slit of space and saw finally what the bag of celery was for.

    It was not for crunching on. It was not for stuffing with peanut butter.

    It was not for stuffing at all, unless you imagine it to be for stuffing up her vagina.

    In which case you would be right. She broke the seal on the bag and opened the top. She pulled out the whole hunk of celery and broke a nice, green healthy looking stalk off, with plenty of leaves at the top.

    Without even bothering to wash off the stalk, certain to be a bit grimy, from all the celery Jody had seen her mother clean, at least, Mrs. Goody plunged the tip of the stalk straight up her hole.

    Then even they heard her groan. It was a faint groan, but a groan all right. That's how loud it was. It penetrated even the window.

    She rotated the stalk around and around her cunt. "Ohhhhhh," they saw her moan, as she plunged the stalk in and out of her twat.

    Then she turned the stalk around and actually used it like a feather duster, brushing the lush looking greens over her hairy gray cunt and arousing her clit into excitement once more.

    Manny and Jody nearly exclaimed aloud. They were so amazed and so enchanted with the sight.

    Jody mimicked the stick of celery up her cunt and made bumps and grinds, as she stood in the snow, feigning the stalk of celery in her hand.

    Manny laughed silently. He would do nothing to terminate this incredible view of Mrs. Goody. It was a voyeur's delight.

    "How long do you think she's been doing this?" whispered Manny.

    "Shhhh!" said Jody.

    Mrs. Goody seemed to look up just then and towards the window. But she couldn't possibly have seen them. They were well concealed behind the folds of the curtain, having pulled back just in time. No doubt she had just heard a strange sound.

    The sound of giggling teens, to be sure, but an undefinable sound, as she entered her aged throes of orgasm.

    They watched her thrust the celery stalk in and out, in and out, and arouse Mrs. Goodie to the point of no return.

    She began writhing around on the bed, as if this were her last stalk of celery ever.

    She broke another stalk off then and kept titillating her clit with the feathery greens, while she continued fucking herself with the stalk of the other.

    It was truly an amazing sight.

    Jody was glad that on that Saturday, she and Manny had planned their rendezvous as usual at the old woodshed. They had gotten much in return.

    They figured there wasn't much more to watch. They continued to look at the old lady get her rocks off on the celery.

    Jody wondered if then she ate it afterwards. She didn't have long to wait to find out.

    Mrs. Goody didn't even bother going to the kitchen and washing off the cunt juice. She merely put the stalks to her mouth, one by one, and ate them, seeming to relish in their garnish of erotic juices and groin sweat.

    Jody and Manny nearly sank to the white ground in fits of hysterical laughter.

    The show was surely over then. Just to make sure, they eyed the slit in the curtain once more.

    Mrs. Goody was rolling off the bed now, and pulling her clothes back on piece by piece.

    First she pulled up the long johns. Then she pulled her bra back, putting her huge boobies back into their cups.

    Then she put the rest of her clothes on again. Fully dressed, she suddenly headed for the window where the teens were watching her.

    Before they could move away, Mm. Goody quick pulled the sash of the drapes and they came tumbling open, exposing herself and her bedroom to the full view of the boy and girl, and Jody and Manny to her view.

    They heard her scream and ran like wild fire in the direction of the woodshed.

    "Oh my gosh," gasped Jody, running hard and trying to keep up with her boyfriend. "What if she recognized us?"

    "She didn't," said Manny, running as fast as his long legs could carry him, which was pretty fast.

    He turned around once, and realized that she, Mrs. Goody, could easily look out another window and see in which direction they were headed.

    He wondered if it was wise to stop at the woodshed at all, no matter how much he and Jody wanted their rocks off.

    When they arrived, they plunged through the door and slammed it shut behind them, panting heavily.

    They found themselves in the semi-dark of late afternoon. All was as they had left it. Tousled blankets on the floor, with the imprint of any number of girls' hips on the top blanket.

    "Will she come here?" asked Manny. "What do you think?"

    "I want to have sex with you," answered Jody. "I haven't come all this way for nothing. I NEED you, Manny, please. If she comes, let her look.

    We can fasten the door shut. At least, if she looks, we'll have one up on her too."

    "No, I think she'll have two up on us. She'll have us for window-peeping and for fornicating. All the rules are in favor of the adults, not the kids."

    "Right you are," said Jody thoughtfully. "But I don't know where else we can fuck, do you?"

    "No," answered her boyfriend, as he saw Jody's pretty face in the dim light, flushed from running.

    "She's not going to go looking for trouble, I don't think," said Jody.

    But She realized her erotic feelings were getting the best of her. She was incapable, in that moment, of making an objective decision.

    Already the memory of that scene was turning her on. And so was the vibes she was getting from being with her handsome and sexy boyfriend.

    He gave off a lot of warmth, making the air degrees warmer all about him, it seemed. At least, Jody was always aware of it. She always kidded him about the heat his sexuality generated.

    She thought there must be some truth in that. At any rate, her hands dropped to her groin and she began masturbating herself.

    She'd worn a jacket and jeans and long socks under her jeans. Her pants were very tight.

    Manny turned her around and she pirouetted before him, her round ass cheeks the picture of sexiness.

    They couldn't NOT make love. They both knew it and there was no further discussion.

    They tumbled down on the mound of blankets and began tearing at each other's clothes.

    Jody started for Manny's huge basket, grabbing at his fly and trying to rip the zipper open.

    She succeeded and she pulled the beautiful cock out of its cage, that is, out of the jocks in which they were sequestered, and she began madly rubbing and jacking off the lovely, smooth projection.

    "Oh, eat me, eat me," he moaned.

    "I will, I will," Jody moaned hungrily, trying to contain her arduous excitement.

    She hungered for his cock, she really and truly did. She took the cock into her mouth and sucked on it, looking up at his face now and then to see his reaction.

    His head was thrown back and he was moaning with pleasure.

    Jody was pleased. She loved satisfying her man, even at the ripe age of thirteen.

    She licked all over his shaft and licked around the sensitive ridge. She took her favorite instrument in her hand and flagged it up and down, setting the glans on fire.

    She heard Manny begin moaning. He rocked forward and back on his legs, bumping and grinding to her expert sucking exertions she was performing on his sensitive cock.

    She sucked harder and harder. She ate him all the way to the balls. Then she slid her tongue down the shaft and back to the head. He went crazy with desire.

    "Should I keep eating you or do you want to put it in me?" asked Jody.

    She knew he would be capable of getting it up as many more times as there were minutes left.

    She said, "I'll eat you, honey, Manny, and swallow it all. Every bit of it. You know how I love to do that."

    "Okay, honey," he answered, loving her all the more, in that minute, and nodding his approval.

    She kept sucking him off. She repeated all the motions of her tongue, riding up and down the prick, up and over his flaccid balls, and even around his solid, muscular ass cheeks.

    She held tight onto his ass cheeks then, and ate him to the end.

    "Nghnghngh," he was moaning just as his semen broke and spurted into her eager, waiting mouth.

    In that moment, as Jody began eating and swallowing the delicious come, a shadow passed across the nearly dark room.

    They both started up, looking instinctively toward the window. There, in the flesh, and with her winter coat on, stood Mrs. Goody, delighting in her spying.

    The kids were frantic. Manny drew up his pants, his prick still dripping with come, and plunged his dick into his jocks.

    When his belt was fastened the kids tore toward the door, wanting to get the hell out of the woodshed, but not having the slightest idea what to expect on the other side.

    It felt so nice to her, to have a big solid shaft in her little hands.

    She looked down at it, and her hand, expanded around the thick base, looked so small in comparison. She bent down and kissed the tip of his shaft, and a drop of lubricating cream formed a pearl on the tip.

    "Lick it again," he said.

    She bent down and her tongue lapped up the drop of cream. He was really steaming, and she felt her power over him. She could do anything to him.

    She could make him happy, very happy, or perfectly happy. Or, she could just turn on her little fanny and walk off.

    She decided to break down and give him the best blow-job he ever had.

    Getting down on her knees, she enveloped the huge throbbing cock, letting her tongue flutter over it.

    "Oh, that's great. That feels great!"

    She would have smiled, but her mouth was stuffed with hot meat. Her hands came up and embraced the hot sausage. It was just too big to maintain that heavy thrust, in and out of her mouth, and her little jaws were getting tired.

    Now, by holding onto the shaft, she could allow just a few inches to penetrate her mouth, and she could jerk-off the part of his long shaft that was clinched in her fist.

    He loved the idea. His body broke out into gestures, twitches, of sheer pleasure, and she could see that her little sporting movements were being appreciated.

    She closed her eyes, trying to remember the sensation of sucking on a big cock, so she could duplicate it at any time, even if she didn't happen to have a big cock handy. She was trying to think of things she could use instead. A hot dog, of course, she thought. Maybe a dildo, certainly that'd be a gas!

    Suddenly his hands came down and seemed to grasp her with new urgency, as though he was about to lose all control of himself. She was right. He started to ravish her mouth, his long thick cock going in and out of her so quickly she felt her mind clouding up. It was almost impossible to tell when, but she knew what was coming.

    She could see, when she opened her eyes, his underbelly, coming at her.

    Her nose would bump against it, at every downbeat.

    "That feels just great!"

    She let a hand slide down and cup his balls. It was getting hard on her, just taking in his giant cock, and she wanted it over soon. She wanted him to finish.

    "Oh, baby! Your fingers feel so nice on my balls," he moaned, looking down at her.

    She stopped everything for a moment.

    "Give my jaw a rest!" she moaned.

    He could see that she needed it, and he just stood there, waiting for her to start again. He petted her, and touched the corners of her mouth, where there was moisture from his driving cock, mixed with her saliva.

    "That feels really good. Is it hard to do?" he asked.

    She didn't want to say it was, because she liked doing it and wanted to finish. She shook her head, indicating that it wasn't. "It's just such a big cock, I need a rest."

    He smiled, seemingly pleased with the thought. He watched as her lips began to flirt with his cock again. He also, was wondering how he could ever duplicate this wonderful feeling if he didn't have a little girl's mouth to shove his cock into.

    He couldn't think of anything that could feel quite like that, especially when she grabbed the hot shaft in her fist, and fluttered her tongue over the tip until the bolts of hot cream came erupting out, all over her little mouth and chin.

    "Wow! That feels nice!"

    His whole body was shivering with pleasure, and his cock was shooting out hot jets of come, as she squeezed him, prolonging his orgasm, taking most of his come in her mouth.

    It was bittersweet. She swallowed it down without great effort, and licked on his cock for a moment afterwards. Then, she felt his hand tugging at her hair and she moved away from him.

    Suddenly, he was between her legs, playing with her little pussy again.

    He hadn't forgotten her. He let his fingers fuck her. Two of them entered her, and then another finger suddenly slid deeply into her anus.

    She was stunned, shocked, with pleasure. She began to hump at him, her hips gyrating down on his hand, and her whole body flooded with the hot combination of sensations she was feeling. It was so nice to have her clitoris, cunt, and asshole massaged at the same time. She came in a few moments, but she didn't let on. She wanted him to keep trying. She wanted him to make her come again.

    He seemed to be getting tired also, or at least his fingers were, and he moved his hand away after ten minutes. She was sweaty and exhausted, and she'd already came anyway, so she thought that perhaps that was the end of it for the time being, but then, she felt his hands parting her legs just as she closed them.

    He was far from done with her. Now, he was going to let her have the full force of his tongue on her little love button.

    "Oh, are you going to…?"


    His tongue started at her thighs, sucking and lapping at the smooth, silky skin. Her inner thighs were a delight, and he lingered, although he was hungry for the taste of her little bush, throbbing just above his head.

    He smiled before he went down on her, smiled with the awareness that he was going to drive her right out of her little mind, on the fucking spot, with his tongue.

    "Get ready!"

    His voice had a warning ring to it, and she tensed. He seemed to mean it. His eyes shown with intensity, with a twinkle that combined mischief with purpose.

    It occurred to her that he could drive her mad, at least for awhile. She decided to welcome it, to lie back, spread her lovely thighs, and welcome it.

    It came! His tongue covered her entire crotch. It's swooping licks ran from her pussy and clitoris, way back to her asshole, as he held the balls of her buttocks tightly in his hands, keeping her in just the right spot so that his beating tongue could lay it down on her with the proper degree of sensation.

    She closed her eyes and committed her attention to his beating tongue.

    In no time at all, she was in heaven, transported by the flood of pleasure that enveloped her; made her limbs dance with joy!

    "I'm coming! Oh! That feels so wonderful! I'm coming!" she moaned, whimpering with delight.

    He didn't miss a stroke of his whipping, tongue laying it down on her as she almost struggled to get away from the source of her pleasure and near-insanity. It was the hardest thing she ever had to sit still for, even though it felt so heavenly.

    Her head was clouding quickly, and she felt as though her entire being was centered in her genitals, specifically, at the point where his tongue was beating her.

    "Oh, I can't stand it another minute!"

    This time, she did come, her body dancing, twitching, going crazy under the beating tongue!

    "Oh! oh, I can't stand it another minute!" do that before," she whimpered, her head swimming.

    He smiled as he registered her responses. He knew he was driving her wild, and he wanted her to remember that he had that power, and could duplicate the delights he led her to.

    Her body, sweating and jerking, spine tight, went into a crazy tarantella of motions, her hands grasping his head close to her flaming little pussy.

    Soon she was done, and her spine relaxed. He could sense her orgasm, and he kept up his tongue-beating through it, but then stopped when she was done.

    When she looked up, his face was covered with her pussy dew, and he was smiling. She knew it was over. Her body told her that it had to be over, for the moment. But, she knew it would happen again!

    His cock was very hard, and he let it out slowly. The little girl looked at it, let her little fist close around the base.

    "I'm going to lick it like a lollipop!" she said, sensing his delight.

    She bent her head.

    Chapter 5

    What kept life interesting in New England, was the constant arrival of new kids. Whenever Mr. MacIntyre's school got a new bus load, or even just a few new heads, it was soon common knowledge around Mrs. Goody's place.

    "You should see this one," Susie confided to Jody.

    "What's so special about him?"

    "Well, I just saw him for a few minutes, but he is good looking, and he gave me that look with his eyes, you know?"

    The girls giggled. They'd both learned to recognize the look in a boy's eyes when he was stalking a girl.

    "So you think he had the hots for you?"

    "I'm telling you!" Susie insisted.

    "Well, what's his name?"

    "Gregg. Manny checked it out for me. He didn't look too happy about doing it, but he did. He does want to keep me feeling good about him,"

    Susie said.

    "Well, I guess I know why. Alright, let's check out this Gregg character," Jody consented.

    It was late, however, and they'd have to draw up a plan of action. In the meanwhile, they were both getting hot just from talking about this new kid, Gregg, and they both wanted to feel the sweet friction of sex on their young cunts right away.

    "I'm horny now!" Jody moaned.

    She moved out on her bed, stretching, opening up her legs and beginning to stroke her blonde little honey pot with her fingers. She'd developed some interesting techniques, and was able to get a finger up her ass, as she massaged her own clitoris and finger-fucked herself.

    Susie looked on, watching the blonde girl work up a sweat, moaning and sweating, humping her torso up, as though there were a man on top of her.

    Susie loved to watch Jody masturbate. She loved to see anyone in a state of sexual delirium, and Jody reached that orbit quickly, and knew how to hold onto it, making it last.

    Jody brought her other hand up and began to pinch her nipples, making the little mushrooms taut and perky.

    "Oh, Gregg! Stick it in me!" Jody moaned.

    Susie almost laughed at that, but she could understand it, and it made her want to do the same thing. She felt her own pussy get wet, and her own little hand dropped down to her delta, which was more than ripe for some action.

    Susie stretched out on the bed with Jody, and began to masturbate herself, her own fingers penetrating deeply into her little twat.

    The action got complicated within a few minutes, and the girl's started working on each other. Sex seemed to occupy so much of their time, of their thoughts, that any hang-ups they ever had were fair game to go out the window.

    Jody loved having her cunt lapped, and she closed her eyes as it was happening, imagining herself surrounded by beautiful boys, all of them fighting for an inch of her skin to lick with their tongues.

    While her head flooded with this fantasy, she licked at Susie's twat, noticing Susie's wild physical responses, the way the little girl bucked and kicked, and got very hard to hold onto as the action went on and on.

    Soon Susie was coming, and she tightened her smooth thighs around Jody's head just a little too tight, but the blonde girl held on, not complaining, knowing that Susie probably had her own fantasy built up, and she didn't want to snap her back to reality until she'd come.

    Jody also had a good distraction going for her, and the pressure of Susie's thighs on her head didn't seem to matter much in the face of all the pleasure she was receiving from the girl's tongue.

    Susie's little breasts tempted Jody, and she found herself seeking them out, pinching the taut nipples. Susie's responses increased, and not only that, but she started to reciprocate, and soon Jody was feeling herself totally involved, almost to the point where she didn't need her fantasies anymore, and could get off on just what was happening.

    Fantasies are fun though, she thought, and didn't cross them off her list of things to enjoy. It was just that, when they weren't needed, why bother?

    "Oh! I need a big cock inside me!" Jody moaned.

    Susie couldn't provide that action, but she did dig deeper into the blonde's pussy lips with her tongue, making Jody moan and throb, her whole body shaking in the delights of terminal orgasm. Yes, the little blonde was coming, her whole being absorbed in the sweet sensual tongue that was licking at her cunt!

    "Oh that's nice!"

    "I'm coming soon!"

    "I'm coming NOW!" Jody blurted out.

    It was the last coherent thing she said for the next few moments, during which time, she was in a sexual delirium, matched equally by Susie, who was also feeling the powerful, purposeful stroking of Jody's own tongue on her own little bush.

    The two girls came together, in a rhapsody of sensations that filled them both with thrills they needed desperately, and appreciated accordingly.

    "Wow! That was nice!" Jody said, straightening up on the bed.

    "Yeah! That was something. I'll bet you were dreaming that Gregg and five other Gregg's were laying it into you," Susie said, causing them both to giggle.

    "Dreams are nice, sometimes," Jody said, reflectively.

    "So's having your bush sucked," Susie added and again, a fit of giggles flooded the room.

    The girls went to sleep that night, their fires somewhat put at ease, but their appetites, still strong and distinct.

    Jody wanted to check out this new boy, Gregg, and she knew how she was going to play it. Through Manny. Manny would cooperate, if she promised him the right thing.

    As soon as she got a chance to speak to him, she set up a meeting with the new boy, but it would have to wait until the weekend. Manny was insistent about that. It was only Wednesday, and Jody wasn't the patient type. But, she reasoned, the weekend is better than nothing, and she could hold on. This Gregg had better be good, she thought, but didn't say out loud.

    Manny wanted some pussy, but she held him off. First of all they were in the woods, and she didn't like taking risks like that if she could help it, not in the afternoon.

    He got kind of insistent, and he finally talked Jody into just showing him her tits.

    "I just want to suck on them," he said, as soon as they were out.

    She watched his little mouth cover the taut buttons of her nipples. His demands always started small and increased. She watched him take his cock out and begin to stroke it himself. She knew she could have reached down and helped him, but it excited her to watch a boy jerk-off, and she told him she'd pose for him like a magazine picture, if he'd lie down in the grass with her, and jerk himself off.

    "Hey, that's a wild idea!" he delighted.

    "But you can't touch me. You can just tell me how you want me to pose."

    "That's fair. Wow! That's wild."

    He seemed to like the idea, and it appealed to her also, to be a sexual object, and at the same time not be touched. She wanted to see him jerking it, getting himself off on just the sight of her.

    Jody stretched out on the grass, on her side, opening her blouse and lifting her skirt, pulling her underpants down so that her little bush was exposed.

    Manny got down, just a few feet from her, fully dressed, except his huge cock was protruding from his zipper, and his hands were busy playing with his thick rod.

    "Put your hands over your head. Like, put them on the crown of your head, and jut those tits out at me!"

    She did what he said. She felt like a magazine model.

    "Wow! That's pretty. Now I can really concentrate. Jody, lick your lips for me. I like to see them glistening wet."

    Jody smiled, her eyes burning deeply into his, and she licked her lips, her tongue making a great show of moistening them.

    Manny's cock was pulsing in his hands. He was moist, and looked like he was going to explode any minute.

    "Jody, put your mouth over it!"

    "Now Manny, you know that isn't part of the game," she said, thrusting her breasts out more.

    She wanted her image, the sight of her, to be enough for him. That, in some mysterious way, pleased the hell out of her.

    Manny wanted more, she could tell that, but she wanted to see a boy jerk himself off. She wanted to see the come shoot out of his cock, while his own hands were working it.

    "Come on, Manny, let yourself come!"

    "Jody, your little pussy looks so good. Let me kiss it for you just once.

    "You know where that'll lead. We already set the rules, Manny, so you might as well come. You like my breasts?"

    She jutted them up more, and then, just to drive him wild, she bent her head way down and lifted one of her tits up, so that she could just barely touch the nipple with her own tongue.

    That was what finally got to him, and soon he was spilling, shooting bolts of come out of his cock.

    "Oh Jody! You're so pretty!"

    She looked at his cock, as the hot bolts shot towards her, and she had to move quickly to avoid the deluge. Even so, she got a few drops of his sticky come on her breasts and blouse.

    He finished shooting and rested on the grass a moment. His cock was sticky, and he took out a handkerchief and wiped it off.

    "Wow! That was nice but it could have been nicer," he said, looking at her as if she'd denied him the real goodies.

    "Look, Manny. You have to be ready to try knew kicks. That was a great kick. I got off just watching you do that."


    "Yeah, sure. That was great. You look so strong and manly with that hot come shooting out of your cock."

    "Sorry I got it on your blouse."

    "Oh, it washes off. Now don't forget this weekend. I want to meet Gregg, and I want you to tell him something for me, alright?" she asked.

    "Sure. What?"

    "Tell him that I have a beautiful body, and that I'm a real hot bitch.

    Tell him that of all the girls here, I'm the one everyone wants. You can do that, can't you?"

    Manny grinned. She sure could manipulate, but then, it wasn't far from the truth. Jody was a piece of ass, and everyone knew it.

    "Don't be surprised if he knows all about you already," Manny said.

    "From who?"

    Manny shrugged, doing his blank, almost poker-face, and she knew she'd received as much information as she was going to get from him. Well, alright, she'd gotten what she wanted, and the weekend would be on them in a few short days.

    Manny and Jody parted in the woods, both going away with their own feelings, with their own rewards for what had just happened.

    By Thursday, Jody was tense. She'd snuck around MacIntyre's place a few times, but she didn't see anyone new, let alone a dark-haired, well-muscled guy named Gregg. She was getting more and more impatient.

    Thursday night in bed, she conjured up a picture of what Gregg should look like up close, and she used it, locking it in her mind, to allow herself to masturbate. She heard the springs of the bed begin to make their characteristic squeaks, as her finger humping got out of hand, and she had to slow down. Jody didn't want to make her kicks public.

    "Oh, Gregg!" she whispered, almost seeing his face, her eyes shut tight, her little fingers stirring up her hot bush, the balls of her ass rotating down on her fingers as they entered her bush. She let a hand come up and begin to massage her nipples, imagining that it was Gregg's hand, coming up to appreciate the lightly halloed, perfection of her nipples.

    She was whimpering, working so hard the sheets were covered with sweat, her little ass rotating down, as her fingers penetrated her bush and stirred it up. She let her pinky slide into her ass, and loved the complex of sensations that rushed at her. What a wonderful fantasy, Gregg provided. She didn't even really know what he looked like, and she could construct him in her mind, make him even more perfect than anyone could ever hope to be.

    "Oh Gregg! I'm coming! Oh Gregg! Work on my pussy with your tongue, lover!"

    Her nipples got sore and she returned her hands to her cunt, really concentrating on her little clitoris which seemed to be the easiest to ignite.

    Her young body, aching for a man, was finding its own satisfaction in her masturbating, but it was a satisfaction that required intense concentration.

    She thought of Manny, lying on the grass stroking his long cock, jerking it like mad, looking at her as she posed for him. That had been a kick.

    The next image that filled her head, and the one that took her over the line and into a wave of orgasmic bliss, was of. Manny, jerking his cock to her image, while Gregg gave it to her in her pussy with his own stiff cock.

    She loved to imagine herself being needed and desired by many men, and the thought of pleasing them both at once, and one without as much as a touch, really caused her to steam up. Her little body went into a furious dance, and the balls of her ass shook the sheets as they rotated, pushing her cunt down on her stiff fingers.

    "Gregg, I'm coming! Oh, Manny, jerk that hot cock for me!" she moaned, as her body allowed her the release she craved for.

    After she came, she wanted to get up and wash, but her body felt so fatigued, so overcome by the activities of the past fifteen minutes, that all she could do was lie there. She fell asleep, holding onto her fantasy world until the great black abstraction of sleep took a final hold on her.

    Jody woke up and showered, feeling refreshed and alive at once. It was Friday, and that meant that there was going to be some socializing. in fact, there was a dance scheduled for that evening. Of course, there would be chaperones up the ass, but that didn't mean that two clever young bodies couldn't slide away and warm each other up.

    The day drifted by, and she hardly paid any attention at all, being caught up in the wonderful fantasies of Gregg. She'd gotten word of a few new arrivals since the week began, but for some reason, and Susie probably had a lot to do with it, Gregg stood out, and it was Gregg that she was going to make her play for.

    Of course it helped to have Manny as a partisan. He didn't like setting up another guy for some of her sweet little ass, but he'd do what he had to do. Jody knew she had control of Manny, at least to a point, and if she acted a certain way and took care of him also.

    That was no problem before the dance, Jody and Susie helped each other prepare.

    "I think I'll skip the panties," Jody said. "What?" Susie looked astonished.

    "I said, I think I'll just skip the panties. Won't that be a thrill, when he puts his hands up my skirt, and there's only me up there!"

    "Wow! That is an idea!" Susie said.

    "Yeah, that's what I'll do."

    "But what if someone notices? I mean, how the hell would you explain that one?"

    "I can say I forgot. That's all. I can just say I forgot!"

    Jody said it again, seemingly to convince herself that her excuse sounded realistic. At any rate, she'd decided to skip the panties, so why worry about something you're going to do anyway?

    "You're crazy," Susie said, "but I like it!" Jody laughed. She liked that kind of affirmation. She felt that she had balls, guts, when it came to sex, and she wanted other girls to know that. She wanted people to talk about her as a hot firecracker. That's how she saw herself, most of the time.

    The dance started out slow, with the adults in full control. There was very little booze, but just a little, slipped into cokes and consumed in stalls in the bathrooms, and someone came up with an occasional joint of marijuana.

    Jody scanned the room for Manny, even long before most of the boys had shown up. He didn't seem to be in sight, and Susie was getting nervous, because she wanted to get it on with Manny that night. They clung close together, Susie and Jody, checking out the new arrivals, growing impatient by eight o'clock.

    A little before nine, Manny came storming in with Gregg, and they approached the two girls right away. Jody and Susie had been mingling, but they were so distracted that most of the people they talked to could tell, and so after awhile, they kept to themselves. All of a sudden, there they were! The boys they'd been waiting for!

    "Susie, and Jody, I want you to meet Gregg. He's new at MacIntyre's."

    Manny beamed, as though he'd been bred especially for formal introductions.

    "Hello, girls. So you're Jody," Gregg said, taking her arm at once and leading her onto the dance floor.

    It just so happens they were playing a slow record, and that bit of luck gave Jody her first taste of things to come.

    Gregg wasn't shy at all, and he held her tightly around her waist, his hand flat on her back, pushing her breasts to his chest. They had to be careful, dancing like that, about who was standing close, but Jody managed to devote one eye to scanning the area, making sure none of the anti-happiness squad was around.

    He was everything she'd conjured last night. He was around a foot taller than she was, with curly black hair and a very tight body. Not an ounce of extra meat anywhere, but just solid muscle, which she could feel clearly defined through his white shirt and thin sports jacket.

    Jody could also tell that Gregg knew how to hold a girl, and how to move her around. Their bodies responded well to each other, and not at all like they'd just met a moment ago.

    She pressed her leg to his crotch, and he smiled, his hand moving through the lavish blonde hair, to stroke the soft nape of her neck.

    "Gregg, you really dance!"

    "Jody, Manny's been telling me I have to meet you. I see he was right about that."

    She blushed, her pale skin filling with color, and her eyes lowered. He kept staring at her, and stroking her nape with a soft hand.

    They were dancing in such a way, that his back was to the wall, and Jody wasn't surprised when Gregg's hand dropped from her waist and fell lightly on the balls of her buttocks. He was very brazen, looking at her eyes all the time, as his hand tightened, squeezing her, feeling the tight shape of her young body.

    "That feels nice," she let out.

    She wondered if he noticed that there was nothing on under the skirt. He didn't seem to, but, she figured him to be a quick one, and she thought he might have guessed it the moment he looked at her.

    It sure made a difference to her, wearing no panties. She could feel the moist dew on her pussy already, and her thighs rubbed together in such a way, that she was ready to take his cock out right there on the dance floor! Now that would be a mistake, she told herself, snapping back to sanity before it got too late.

    The dance ended, but they stayed very close together. Soon though, they felt self-conscious, and Jody especially, was afraid of a verbal reprimand, so they just held hands, or that is, he took her by the hand, and led her off the dance floor.

    Some fast numbers came up and they sat them out, getting to know each other a little, which was hard in the face of all that noise and confusion.

    "Well, it has its advantages, like being close to MacIntyre's place, for instance."

    She let out a laugh, and he could tell by the way she touched him, a casual hand coming up and stroking his cheek, that he turned her on, that she wanted him.

    After all the things Manny told him about Jody, she was the only girl there he even bothered to look at. She did live up to her description, though. Her blonde hair was sweet and pretty, and her eyes were something else again! Her body was young, but her breasts were fairly full, and certainly well-formed.

    He noticed the way her little nipples were clearly defined, even under the white-on-white blouse, and the bra she was wearing. He could tell from looking at her, and watching her act, that she was a total flirt, and was probably only wearing a bra because she had to. He wondered if she was wearing anything under that skirt.

    The skirt was more-or-less regulation length, which meant that part of her knees had to be covered, but he could see that her legs were shapely, and he imagined that they retained their shapely texture all the way up to her blonde bush.

    Gregg suddenly got very hungry for her. There was a fast record on, and he asked her to dance. He wanted to see some of that machinery she had kick into gear. He wanted to see her shake it for him. He'd be able to tell so much, just from the way she used her body on the dance floor.

    The number had already started when they hit the floor, but Jody got right into it. She could sense his eyes on her, and she let her hips do the talking, as well as her breasts, pumping at him, her breasts doing a splendid shimmy which she achieved through a skilled and practiced motion of her shoulders.

    Jody knew how to act out her fantasies, and dancing was, to her, a way of inviting someone into her imagination. She was sure he was watching her, imagining what he'd like to do to her. She worked up a sweat quickly, beads of perspiration making her face glisten, making strands of her blonde hair cling to her face, as the bulk of her mane floated about her head and shoulders. Each time she jerked her head, her hair took off in a sea of golden blonde motion, that seemed to excite him.

    He was a good dancer also. He kept it simple, but he was precise and sexy. So few boys knew how to really dance, that when a hot number came up on the record player, most of the dance floor consisted of girls dancing with girls.

    Well, Gregg knew his steps, and he was laying them down nicely, even though most of his attention was going into watching his partner, as her breasts jutted and shimmied, as her hips rotated.

    When she spun around, turning in quick, tight pirouettes, he could make out the balls of her ass distinctly, and, jutting out as her buttocks was, he decided that she had no panties on indeed. That was naked ass under that thin skirt, if his senses could be trusted!

    That inspired him, and he really laid some steps down, even doing a half-split and bouncing back up, into a complicated dance step. Some of the others, especially the girls, had stopped dancing, and were just watching the two of them. Jody flushed with pride, as she and Gregg proceeded to hypnotize many of the dancers and onlookers, with their swift, sexy dancing.

    Of course, the anti-happiness squad had to be taken into consideration, and after that one quick dance, they had to lay low for awhile, and return to a low profile. It didn't matter. They'd already established some very effective rapport, and Jody knew what was coming her way soon enough.

    She didn't want to just have him once, this knew stud who promised every kind of thrill she could conjure, in his eyes. She wanted to have him again, and again, even if that meant she'd have to cater to his wishes, break down a little for him. It would be worth it, she decided, watching him wipe the sweat off of his face with a handkerchief.

    He sure was one good looking guy, she thought to herself, loving the way his hair, neatly combed in the beginning of the dance, began to fall all over his forehead, over his ears. By the time the dance was over, he looked like a wild man, and Jody liked the image of a wild man! That, for sure, would be part of her next trip down fantasy lane.

    They had some of the punch provided by the management, which was bland, to say the least. Not only was there no booze at all, but there was very little flavor at all.

    Earlier in the evening, someone, who remained unidentified, poured some vodka in the punch, and things were moving right along until one of the chaperones got a whiff of what was going on and burned down the action, making them remove the whole bowl, pour it in the toilet, and make a second batch. As if in punishment, the second batch of punch was worse, more bland, than the first.

    "This shit's terrible. I wish I had a bottle," Gregg said to Jody.

    Jody could tell what kind of a boy he was at once. His symbols were direct and to the point. He was a wise ass, a tough. He was the kind of guy who could hold his own, and did so! That excited her. She knew he'd be more demanding, and maybe even take her over, in a lot of ways, but he excited her, and that was that.

    The mischief in his almost black eyes, was sparkling and clear. He gazed across the dance floor, then looked at her, looking bored.

    "Baby, we have to blow this place," he said.

    "But where can we go."

    Gregg smiled. At least it was established that she wanted to leave with him. Now, all he had to do was work out where they'd go. Well, he reasoned, there was always the woods. Yeah, that would do. But then, all the older people associated with both schools had cars, which meant there was a lot full of cars sitting around.

    "Wanna hop a car and take a ride? We can find a nice quiet place to make it, and then return. Nobody'd know," he said.

    Jody felt her heart jump. He was a wild one. First of all, she hadn't said she was going to make it with him. He'd assumed that. Of course, it was true, but, she was used to holding the cards, or at least having the illusion. Secondly, he wanted to steal a car. Now, that was a bit off the wall!

    She looked at him and realized that she'd never known anyone as wild as him before. He wasn't fooling. He was wild! Authority meant nothing to him, and she could see it spelled out clearly on his face. He looked at the adults as though they better leave him alone if they knew what was good for them, and for some strange reason they did.

    So he wanted to cop a car?! Well, Jody could see how that could be some real fun! She didn't know what to say. Perhaps the woods were better, and less complicated.

    "Let's just go in the woods and get to know each other," she whispered in his ear.

    He turned quickly, so that his lips touched hers before she even knew what was happening. It was such a quick sudden kiss, it took her by surprise. She flushed and looked around, wondering if anyone had noticed.

    "You shouldn't do that here! You'll get us both in trouble!" she flared.

    She was flattered, but his defiance scared her. She didn't want to see their party get busted up before it began. If the wrong eyes fell on them, they were in trouble.

    "Fuck trouble!" he said, rather loud.

    She looked at him, and she started to laugh. He just sincerely didn't care about their rules and regulations.

    Jody felt strange walking towards the exit door with him. She felt differently than she'd ever felt. His defiance gave her strength, and she felt like she was going to be free of the rules and regulations that guided life at Goody's, simply because he, Gregg, would teach her how to operate around them.

    Gregg had that look of strength, of pompous determination, always in his face, and it made people respect him, even though he was a mere fifteen.

    He already looked like he'd seen more than most people, and could deal with whatever came up.

    "We'll have to leave carefully. Let me walk out first, and meet you in fifteen minutes around the rear door."

    "I don't know this place in the dark," he protested.

    "Alright, listen, to the left of the parking lot is a garden. It'll be empty. Got that?" she said.

    He nodded his head. She flushed with pride, that she was directing him.

    It filled her with a glow, that he even respected her judgement, her plot.

    "You first, Jody!'

    He moved to kiss her, but she moved away, her eyes apologizing. She didn't want him to think he didn't want to kiss her. Not at all! She wanted him to know that, they could blow the whole thing, just by rushing it and letting the wrong people see them.

    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.


    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.


    "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.

    "Don't you think we should get out of here?" she said.

    They were on the shoulder of the road, and it was pitch dark outside.

    "Yeah. Let's find a spot where we can bring this buggy into the woods."

    They crept along, and Gregg put the brights on so that if there was an opening in the woods, they'd find it. It didn't take more than a mile before they came to one of those country roads in New England that looked like it hadn't been used in twenty years.

    Gregg charged it full speed ahead, causing the big Thunderbird to bounce off of a tree and hit bottom a few times. He laughed as it happened, telling Jody to hold onto her ass.

    "You are a wild man! You're crazy!" she let out.

    "Yeah; baby! That's the idea!"

    He took her in his arms and kissed her again, this time, moving her skirt way up on her hips. His fingers were quick to enter her little delta, and in moments, the front seat was slid way back, and she was naked.

    Gregg was no kid when it came to the ways of the flesh. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing. She was right about one thing though. He was demanding.

    "Baby, I want to see my big cock sliding into your mouth," he said to her, and it was stronger than a mere suggestion.

    He actually placed his cock before her mouth, and moved her head forwards. She let her lips tickle the tip of his cock, then, after a few moments of that, it was him controlling the action, as he pushed his shaft deeply into her little mouth.

    "Baby, give it a good healthy soul kiss."

    He watched her, holding her blonde hair off of her face, so that he could see her little profile on his leg as she sucked at his cock.

    Suddenly Gregg decided that he wanted to taste her blonde twat, and he arranged them in a sixty-nine position right there on the front seat of the car. It was hard, and their bodies were twisted and contorted by the limited space, but that skilled tongue felt better on her twat than anything she'd ever felt before. She felt herself getting more and more steamed up, as his tongue beat down on her oven, lapping at the sweet dew that drooled out of her little young cunt.

    "Oh Gregg!"


    "Gregg! I never felt so tingly before!"

    Her little thighs pressed down on his head, and her hands were on his neck, pushing his tongue closer and closer.

    Gregg's cock was sliding in and out of her mouth, and she couldn't help realizing how last night, in bed alone, she'd sucked her own thumb, pretending it was Gregg's cock.

    Well, she hadn't even met him yet. Now she not only met him, but she had a mouthful of the real thing, and she was delighted not only by his tongue on her pussy, but by his big cock in her mouth.

    Her little fist covered the base, because it was difficult for her to get the whole shaft in her mouth. With the base tightly in her fist, she could let her tongue and lips really work out on the tip of his shaft, which stuck out, through her fist.

    He was really laying it on her, really fucking her mouth with all his might. He'd lost all control of himself, and he was fucking her mouth and lapping at her twat like a maniac.

    Suddenly, she felt a finger enter into her ass, and she moaned and whimpered with pleasure.

    "OH! I'm coming! Gregg! I'm coming!!"

    Her whole body was shaking and throbbing in his grip, as her jaw clamped down hard as the orgasm flooded her senses and made her suck even harder on his cock. She fluttered her little tongue over the tip, and soon his hot sauce was shooting into her mouth.

    "Swallow my sweet cream, Jody. I want to watch you gulp it down!"

    Gregg watched the blonde beauty as his hot sauce filled her mouth, spilling out of the corners and running down her chin, down her cheeks.

    "Oh! Gregg!"

    She'd swallowed most of it, but he held her head still, and she realized he wanted her to lick him off, so she let her tongue come out and lap at his cock, even as it softened.

    "Wow, Jody. That was great! You're one tight chick, baby!" he said.

    She basked in his affirmation. She smiled and told him that he wasn't bad himself.

    "Hey, baby. I think we should return the heap before it's missed, right?"

    She nodded her head.

    Gregg drove the Thunderbird in reverse, out of the woods, banging it around as much as he liked, and then got back on the road, where he drove quickly and skillfully until they got near the school.

    "Now watch this baby. they'll never even know it was gone until morning when they see how bumped around it is," he said, coasting the car into the big lot.

    He left it right where he found it, and was very careful to wipe fingerprints off the wheel and the door handles.

    She watched as he worked, admiring his dexterity, his hipness. He knew exactly what he was doing.

    When the car was ready to be abandoned by them, they got low on the seat once more, for a goodnight kiss which went on and on, until Jody mentioned, that after all that fun it would be a shame to get caught kissing in someone's car.

    "You're right, baby. Tomorrow's another day."

    "I want to see you a lot, Gregg!"

    "Baby, you won't be able to avoid me!" They snuck out of the car, and back into the party. Gregg signed in using the same phony name he'd used to sign out. Actually it was the name of a novelist, one of his heroes.

    He smiled politely at the usher, like a good little boy.

    Chapter 6

    Jody had a hard time returning to what she once would have called a normal orbit. Gregg had left her head spinning. The boy was so crazy, so impossibly sure of himself, that she gave him god-like proportions in her head.

    From then on, whenever time wouldn't allow an actual connection between Jody and her young stud, she found herself tossing in bed, her fingers working at her clitoris and pussy, trying to duplicate the feeling of having Gregg's strong hands on her. She'd pinch her nipples and moan, tossing on the hard flat mattress, transposing it, in her mind, to Gregg's hot body.

    Her imagination would take her so far, and then it was up to her fingers, and even they didn't take her where Gregg took her.

    One of the girls, a girl named Mary, produced a dildo, which her brother had sent her from home. That was a delight, and it made the rounds with the girls, each one cleaning it off and taking a night with it.

    Of course, it wasn't passed around without a definite feeling for who should get it and who might snitch. Susie and Jody had no trouble getting it, their reputations being solidly bad. That delighted them for the first time. It meant that every so often, they could borrow the hard plastic phallus, that vibrated when you pushed a button.

    On Jody's nights with the vibrator, she stretched herself in bed and recalled whole events, whole sexual episodes, between herself and Gregg.

    When she ran out of stuff to replay, she just made up new images, and sometimes they, were better than what actually happened. Sometimes, the new images gave her ideas for things to do when she and Gregg would have the time.

    "Well, Susie asked, "When are you going to share him a little. I mean, I've had to listen to how great he is for the past week. When do I get a chance to see if he's as great as you say?"

    Jody hadn't thought about that. Of course, Gregg was like her, in that he could probably select anyone he wanted and get a response. He was at least as appealing as she was. If she tried to hold him for herself, it just wouldn't work, she decided.

    On the other hand, if she shared him, and made sexual connections for him, he might appreciate her doing so, and consider her something special, something too good to ever turn his back on. That's what she wanted, in her mysterious way. She wanted him to be committed to her, in any way possible. She turned to her friend.

    "Yeah, maybe it's time you got a taste of that hot cock. You've spent enough time with that dildo. I'm sure though, that after Gregg, Manny won't cut it for you."

    "Let me worry," Susie said, amused.

    "Let Manny worry is more like it," Jody said, and this time they were both amused.

    Jody set it up for a week night, which meant a lot of creeping around in the woods and sneaking out, but it seemed exciting enough to all parties concerned, and so they decided to do it.

    The meeting spot was to be in an old work shed, that had long been abandoned, was deep enough into the woods that nobody would come across them, and was almost right between the two schools. It was ideal in location.

    The meeting was to take place at nine, but Gregg got there early, being delighted and enthusiastic about the idea of playing around with two girls instead of just one. It was right up his alley, and just what he needed.

    He'd even gone to the trouble to bring a box of candles, so that it would be light enough in the old shed, for him to see them, for him to see what he was doing.

    He lit some of the candles and was delighted with the way the inner shack illuminated. There was only one window, and he put a board over it, so that air could pass in and out, but not light. He was moving quickly, being precise.

    Inside, he spread out the other prop he'd brought to complete the party, which was a blanket. He stretched out on the blanket and lit a cigarette.

    There was nothing else he could do. The rest of the party was up to the girls. He'd just have to wait, and see if they came through. Of course, he was pretty confident about Jody. He knew she was really hung on him, and would do almost anything for him.

    Gregg guessed that Jody's motives for setting this up, was that she knew he'd get around to Susie anyway, Susie being one of the sharpest looking girls at the school.

    He knew that the girls had their eyes on him. It was nothing new to him.

    It had always been that way, as long as he could remember. He liked it, and counted on it.

    It didn't take long for the girls to arrive, and they looked nervous and giddy. They seemed so self-conscious about what they were doing. Gregg was amused. He unzipped his jeans and his big cock popped into the air.

    "OH!" Susie startled.

    He had a cocky look in his eyes as he began stroking his cock with his own fingers, showing them that it wasn't even full yet. It still had some growing to do.

    "It grows quicker if you put it in your mouth," Jody informed Susie.

    The brunette flushed with color and looked down, but Gregg approached her.

    "She's right. It really takes off if you put it in your mouth. That girl knows what she's saying."

    Susie looked up and their eyes met, and suddenly he was on her, his hands under her skirt, pulling down her panties, pushing her down on the blanket.

    "Be a good girl and help me, Jody!"

    Jody did what Gregg said, as usual, and Susie offered no resistance, and in fact, loved being undressed by two people.

    Gregg liked the dark-haired girl's taut nipples, and sucked them into his mouth, his tongue beating on them, making them even more taut, making them moist so that they gleamed in the candle light.

    "Hey, is that talk true about you girls having a dildo?" Gregg asked Susie, looking straight into her eyes.


    "Yes! Well, I want to see how you jerk it, baby. I mean, I want to see what you two would do if I wasn't here and you were horny."

    Jody knew what he meant, and she was game. She quickly stripped her skirt and blouse off, and began to spread out on the blanket, finger- fucking herself, moaning and whimpering as she really worked herself up in no time at all.

    Gregg watched, stroking his cock, even though he could have easily had Susie stroke it, or even suck it for him.

    "Yeah, that's what I want to see. Susie, I want to see you get yourself off. I'll jump on when the time is right!"

    The way he had of looking at a girl, his tone of voice, all contributed to the cooperation they gave him. It was as though they were his slaves, and he was going to take them on a trip they'd never forget, but by his rules.

    Susie saw Jody obey, and the pretty blonde, although she wanted more than her own fingers inside her, was getting pretty steamed up. Susie spread her legs wide and began to stroke her bush, working straight on the little clicker of her clitoris, rolling it between her fingers. Her other hand came up and made her nipples taut, and soon she also was moaning and twisting around on the blanket.

    Gregg stood over them both, jerking his cock slowly, watching as the two girls performed for him, and, he was sure; for themselves. He wanted them to start working on each other, but he couldn't think of a way to get it going without him, so that he could stand above the pile and watch.

    He decided that if he made his wishes known to Jody, she might be able to carry it off for him, and really get the boat on the road. He whispered his suggestion in her ear.

    "I want to see you two working on each other, baby. You can do it!"

    Jody heard him clearly. How well she knew she could do it, and she also knew that if she did, she'd have that commitment from Gregg. She'd probably be the only girl who ever did that for him, and he'd appreciate it. Gregg was a person who could be cruel with strangers, but once you were in his circle, his select, almost closed circle, he valued you and acted accordingly.

    He'd already proved to Jody that he valued her, meeting her as much as he could, and always being sure that she was sexually satisfied, unlike most young boys.

    She knew also, that what he was asking her to do, was relatively easy.

    The transition was almost a technicality. Jody simply began to cup Susie's tits in her hands, pinching the nipples. Then, she let her hand drop to the girl's dewy bush, stirring her up, pushing a finger in the already moist opening.

    "Oh, Gregg!" Susie moaned.

    Gregg was standing above watching, and he smiled. A drop of lubricating cream dripped off of his cock and dropped onto Susie's face, and she rolled her eyes, her nostrils steaming, as Jody began to really work up the fires inside her.

    "Oh, that's great!"

    "Eat her, Jody. Get down and sixty-nine with her," Gregg suggested. But when Gregg suggested, it was sort of a command.

    Jody twisted her body around so that she could get her head between Susie's legs, and Susie could do the same, and both girls took off with their tongues, lapping at each other, heating each other up, and certainly heating up the select audience in attendance.

    Gregg lit a cigarette. He had such an urge to jump on them both, watching their breasts bouncing, their limbs twisting around each other, the tight young balls of their buttocks. He knew that he was going to jump in strong, and he wanted to settle back and have a cigarette first, maybe detach himself a little, to prolong the pleasure.

    He was thankful for the candles. Imagine, he thought, having all that sweet action going down, and not being able to see it. That would be no fun at all.

    Gregg almost shot into his own hand, just from watching Jody's hands gripping Susie's buttocks, as the blonde ate Susie's pussy, and Susie moaned, tightening the silky skin of her upper thighs around the blonde's head.

    Gregg put the cigarette down. He was ready to hop on. He was more than ready. He was almost dizzy with readiness. His cock was fit to steam when he finally landed on that soft sweet pile of femininity.

    Susie grabbed his cock and stuffed it into her mouth, thinking of all those nights she'd sucked on Mary's dildo. There it was for her, and it was as big as the dildo. Her little mouth was really open! Her little lips had to really expand to get around his thick handsome shaft.

    While this was going on, Gregg replaced Susie on Jody's twat, separating the skin skillfully, so that the little clitoris stood up proud and ready to be tongue-whipped.

    Jody squirmed and whimpered, obviously driven beyond delight by the beating tempo of Gregg's hungry tongue.

    Gregg couldn't take much of this high input, and he felt the need to release coming closer and closer. he almost had to close his eyes and block out the scene, but who could block out such a lovely scene.

    He watched as Jody came, feeling her smooth thighs close around him. She was twitching and whimpering, her whole body feeling the electricity of orgasm pass through her limbs and torso, jerking and twitching!

    The blonde girl threw herself from side to side, her golden hair spreading on her shoulders and breasts.

    Susie, although she didn't know it, was about to get a mouthful of sweet cream.

    Gregg bent down and turned his attention to the brunette, as soon as Jody finished coming and he felt her spine relax. Gregg watched Susie now, as the girl let his cock slide deeply into her mouth, letting it out only to suck it back in.

    He was almost enchanted, almost transported into a state of adoration, watching her, cupping her cute little jaw in his hand, as his cock began to fill her sweetest hole.

    "Look at me, baby!"

    She opened her eyes and watched his face contort with pleasure as his thick hot sauce shot into her mouth.

    "Drink it down, baby; It's so bittersweet," he said, and his eyes read his adoration for her beauty.

    She blushed and watched his face, as his thick cock stopped shooting come into her.

    "Now lick it off, Susie," he told her.

    She didn't have to be told. She wanted every drop of the sweet cream.

    She could picture herself sucking her thumb at night, if that hard fine cock wasn't where she could get at it. When he released her, her whole body went limp and she sank to the blanket.

    Gregg wasn't about to let such beautiful action go unrewarded, and he sank to the blanket with her, his head reaching between her limbs, his hands parting her thighs, lifting her legs in the air. His tongue came in dead on target, lapping at her little clitoris.

    "Oh, Gregg! That's so sweet!"

    While Susie was being slurped off her feet by Gregg's hungry tongue, Jody stretched out and began masturbating, watching the sexy scene having given her the desire to play with her little bush. While it was true that Gregg was the only one that could satisfy her, it couldn't be denied that she herself knew the right spot to touch, and could work her little clitoris up to a warm glow at will.

    Gregg lapped at the sweet pussy drool that oozed out of Susie's flaming cunt. The girl was overcome with fire, her hips gyrating down on Gregg's mouth, as he held her ass firmly in his hands, keeping her in place, keeping her where he could lap at her.

    He could look up, and see her head way up there, between her tits. It was a great angle to watch her enjoy it, because her breasts were bouncing as she gyrated her hips, and it made her look really sensual.

    She came in no time, dancing out the tarantella of terminal orgasm, as Gregg continued to lap at her clitoris, his tongue even going as far back as her anus.

    She clutched at his head, holding him tight, loving the strong, powerful way he possessed her. Susie could understand, in a jiffy, what all the fuss was, that her girlfriend Jody was making about this young stud. And she, Susie, had thought Manny was a hot trotter!

    Chapter 7

    Jody found herself getting more and more paced to a life of sexual action, and, knowing she'd left Manny out for so long, from her frolics and kicks, she decided she'd have another crack at him.

    After all, she reasoned, Manny was the one who was there first, and, since Gregg got to make it with Susie, as well as some other girls, she felt she had the right to do what she wanted.

    It took a few weeks for Jody to learn that Gregg had replaced Mary's dildo for a lot of the girls. From the gossip, it was all taking place in that woodshed.

    Yeah, Jody mused, it was time to give old Manny some of the goodies he was burning for. She knew, that if she caught him hungry, he'd be a pleasure, and he sure would be hungry for her.

    She laughed, thinking of the way she'd used Manny. She'd even made him masturbate himself, while she just showed him her breasts and posed for him like a model. And after all the good times they'd had, to have him settle for so little. She was amused by what she'd done to Manny, but at the same time, she wanted to treat him differently, to make it up to him.

    Jody combed her long blonde hair, using the mirror on the wall of her room She was nude, and her golden body seemed to be getting more and more feminine every single day. She smiled at herself, then jutted her breasts towards the reflective glass, thinking that they must be pretty perky if Manny could have his cock erupt from just looking at them.

    Well, she wasn't going to play any more games with him. Not this time around. She still wanted Gregg, but now, she wanted Manny also.

    She even had her plan of operation down. Instead of approaching Manny with a wink, a shake of the shoulder, which would have been easy enough, she was going to thicken the plot by telling Gregg that she wanted him to bring a back-up squad to the old woodshed.

    She met Gregg a few days later on the road, while taking a walk.

    "How are you, Jody? You've been out of sight lately," he said, in his usual half-interested manner.

    He sure knew how to be cool with her, she mused, but she knew she was going to warm him up with her reply.

    "Oh, I've been thinking about how a lot of the girls seem to be making frequent trips to the old shed lately, Gregg."

    Gregg was a young man who prided himself on his coolness, on the fact, that if you hooked up a lie detector to him, he could probably snow you blind without making the needle register.

    His control was. precise, and he didn't even bat an eye.

    "So?" he said, flatly.

    "So, I was wondering, as long as you seem to be having so much fun if you'd mind if I had some?"

    He looked at her a long time his cold eyes seemingly appraising her body, her face, the stature with which she stood before him.

    "Baby, you are sweet."

    "You didn't answer my question!"

    She knew how he could put something off, and she didn't want any of his theatrical devices to work on her.

    "Jody, you're a free agent. Nobody owns you. If anybody says they do, kill them. It's them or you!"

    She smiled at him. He was theatrical, but his stances were well timed and on the target. He was a master, in his odd way.

    "Well, I have a favor to ask of you. It really shouldn't be something you'd mind at all."

    "You remember what you and I and Susie did awhile back," she said.

    "Sure I remember."

    "Well, I'd like to do it again, but with different players," she said, hopefully.


    "You and Manny."

    "Me and Manny!"

    His voice went up, almost to a false tone.

    "What's wrong with that? If you can have two girls at once, why can't I have two men at once?"

    She'd stumped him. He lit a cigarette and stared at her. She was a hungry little bitch, he thought. Well, Manny'd been dying for her lately, and he knew he could set it up easy enough. It might even be fun.

    Anyway, it was something he could do for her, and he liked doing something for her. She was still his favorite, of all the girls in that damn stupid school. He was going through them like they were flowers and he was a bee, but, after all was said and done, he was sure that Jody, the sweet, fresh blonde angel, was going to be the one that registered as the best.

    "Baby, I'll see you in the old shed tonight. Make it around eleven so that me and Manny can slip out without any hassle. I've been sliding out so much I know the place better in the dark than in the daytime," he said, laughing.

    Jody smiled at him. She was tempted to take him in the woods on the spot and suck his sweet cock for him, but then, she remembered, she wanted him hungry. She wanted them both hungry, and she wanted to be the only girl around!

    She skipped on down the road, her head already flooding, clouding, with visions of things to come.

    Manny went for the idea right away.

    "Wow! It's been a long time. I jerk it at night thinking about those perky little tits," he said.

    "Yeah, I never realized what a hot bitch she was, you know, Manny? I mean, I was realizing today, that, even though I've been with a lot of those girls, Jody stands out in my mind. She is damn hot stuff."

    "Yeah. Eleven! Let's make it."

    At ten-thirty, Gregg made his entrance. Manny was to slip out later, and Gregg knew he'd be along. Gregg wasn't worried about Jody showing up at all.

    He knew his hot little blonde bitch would be there, ready to take it from as many ends as she could get it.

    Gregg lit the candles, placing them around she shed so that the action would all be visible to everyone. His next move, was to take his portable radio out of his canvas bag. He'd been spending so much time in the shed, he'd really learned to make himself at home there.

    He wished he'd had some pot, but what the hell. It's not exactly a garden of multi-delights, he told himself. It's just an old shed.

    He laid out the blanket and stretched his limbs. His cock was huge already, just from thinking of that blonde bitch, with her tight buttocks and perky nipples. He started stroking his cock through his jeans with in a moment, that wasn't quite enough, and he had his big cock sticking up out of his zipper.

    "Wish that bitch would hurry," he said aloud.

    Gregg wished, suddenly, that Jody would show up before Manny. That way, he could rip-off a quick piece of her golden tail, before the party even started. That'd be ideal. He should have told Manny to come at eleven-thirty.

    Sometimes it amazed Gregg, just how his mode of operations fucked-up on him. Sometimes, he was afraid that he wasn't very cool at all, and that his act was wearing thin.

    Of course, nobody noticed his doubts, his self-doubts, which so contradicted his act, that if they were picked up by others, he'd be all but destroyed.

    Gregg liked the way the candles illuminated the shed, and he felt a warm glow in his stomach. His cock was still hard, but he'd decided not to get himself all worked up. He decided to let Jody do the heating up, with her little oven!

    Gregg heard some noise outside, some branches being trampled. A few weeks ago, it would have scared the shit out of him to hear anyone outside, but, lately, he'd come to think of the joint as his private paradise, and anyone approaching, must be an invited guest.

    Luckily, he was right.

    "What's doing?"

    It was Manny. He looked down at Gregg's big cock, sticking up out of his lap, and smiled.

    "Getting it ready?"

    Gregg tucked it in and smiled.

    "I want Jody to get it ready for me. Let's act like we don't give a shit about fucking her, and get her to excite us."

    Manny smiled. It was far from his mode of operation to pull a stunt like that, but Gregg seemed to know his way around with chicks, and Manny liked the idea.

    "I dig, but I don't know if I can do it. I might jump her as soon as I see that pretty ass," Manny said.

    "Yeah, I know what you mean. Try and be cool. Let's play it. Let's be players."

    "I'll try."

    Jody was fifteen minutes late, but on purpose. She wanted them hungry.

    She'd snuck out of the school early, but she'd waited in the woods, from a spot where she could see the shack. She saw the dim light of the candles burning through the rim around the board that Gregg had put by the window.

    They were waiting for her. She stood by a tree, her hand under her skirt, stroking on the hot little oven, and warming it up. Her pussy was moist, and she let a finger slide in.

    She felt wonderful, fully alive, standing there. There were two boys in that shack, and in no time, she'd walk in and enchant them both, turn them into hungry animals, who'd lick and suck her, and enter her pussy and mouth!

    Her finger slid deep into her pussy and she gave a soft sigh. The moon was out, and there was just enough light for her to watch herself stroking her bush. She thought of lying down and doing it right, but why waste time?

    Jody approached the shed, her hips swinging, her body feeling loose, like it was about to be devoured in a frenzy of sex. She'd managed that holy state, of stepping inside the very moment!

    Jody opened the door of the hut, and the two boys turned to face her.

    She walked in, unbuttoning her blouse in an inviting way, letting the tops of her breasts show.

    "I see we're all here."

    "I see you're late;" Gregg said, barely looking at her.

    Manny kept his eyes down, although he seemed to be struggling to do so.

    She wondered why they were being so cool. Well, at any rate, she'd blow their cool for them on the spot.

    Jody let her open blouse fall to the floor. She had her bra on, in case anyone saw her trying to sneak out, but she quickly unsnapped it, and it too, fell to the floor of the shed.

    Her little breasts stood up perky and ready, and Manny had to force himself to sit still, to turn around and look the other way.

    "So how you feeling, baby?" Gregg asked, as though they'd met in a crowded subway station.

    She wanted to say that she felt horny, but that would be playing into his hands. He was so clever, she realized, asking her that, asking her, in a casual way, to give her game away.

    They were all playing the same game though, and the air was thick with sexual tension, tension that they all guessed, would make the game all the hotter once it got rolling.

    Jody continued to do her part. Before anyone could completely avoid her, she pulled her skirt down, and the smooth silk of her thighs glowed in the candle's light.

    She sat down on the blanket and lifted a leg into the air. She'd worn stockings, and she peeled them off carefully, making as much of a show of it, as she could.

    Gregg would have had a shit-fit and jumped on her right on the spot, but he was watching Manny. He found Manny's reactions to Jody so amusing, he couldn't help break out in a laugh. Manny all but gulped out loud, watching Jody remove her next stocking. His face was breaking out in a sweat, and steam could have come out of his ears, the way his face flushed.

    "Something wrong, Manny?" Gregg asked.

    Manny looked at him as though he'd just crash landed from Uranus.

    "Is something wrong?"

    Gregg turned to Jody, at the same time, unzipping his fly and letting his already hard cock pop into the air.

    "Come here, baby!"

    She bent over and put her face close to his.

    "What do YOU want?" she asked, sarcastic in tone.

    He put his hand on the nape of her neck and pulled the little blonde girl towards him, making their lips meet. Gregg let his tongue taste the pearly row of teeth, then slide to the corners of her pretty little mouth, that mouth that he was soon going to stuff full of cock.

    "You taste good, Jody. I brought along some assistance, so you can be sure you'll get your fill of it tonight."

    "Good to see!"

    Manny was creeping closer, and soon he was massaging her pussy, with his hand reaching under the balls of her buttocks, stroking the sweet dewy young bush.

    Gregg kissed her again, and this time his hand came down to touch her taut nipples, to pinch the little buttons and appreciate their texture.

    "Give it to her in the ass, Manny!" Gregg said.

    Manny had her buttocks up in the air already, and it was easy for him to act on the suggestion. He got his cock between her lovely cakes, and let it rub over the wet pussy and clitoris. He didn't want her ass, but the idea of taking her from behind was appealing.

    "I want your pussy, Jody. Guide it in."

    Jody reached down and guided Manny's big cock into her pussy from the rear. He was hungry, and entering her tight twat killed his cool act, and transformed him into a hungry maniac. She couldn't believe the force, with which he was slamming his cock into her. Her buttocks felt like it was being spanked, by the drive and force of his body beating against hers.

    While this was going on, Gregg was holding her face in his hands, touching her cheeks with his palms, watching the expressions of pleasure register in her eyes, in the subtle contortions of her eyebrows.

    Her mouth opened wide, and her nostrils flared, as she gasped for air.

    "Oh! Gregg! He's inside me! Manny's fucking me!"

    Gregg kissed her forehead and licked the smooth baby skin of her face.

    "I know, baby. He's inside you, and soon my big cock is going right here!"

    He opened her lips with his finger, letting his fingertip feel the warm moistness of her mouth. His cock pulsed, and he couldn't resist the urge to just let her have it, to ravish her mouth and get it on.

    Gregg moved himself in position, and soon his cock was up against her lips. She looked at him, her eyes wide. She knew he loved to watch his cock slide in and out of her mouth. Well, she never felt more like sucking a cock.

    What, with Manny giving it to her from the rear, she was more than ready to let this sweet shaft enter her mouth, where her little tongue could give it the old flutter, sending Gregg into fits of pleasure.

    That was more than half the kick for Jody, when it came to sucking a man's cock. She loved the feeling that she had the power to make him feel such utter and complete pleasure, that he would have to virtually explode, to exorcise the intensity of her gift.

    Her tongue was gifted, and Gregg moaned as he watched her cute little face, the blonde hair spread around her, her lips expanded around the shaft of his cock, her hand on the very base, contracting and squeezing him.

    "Jody, eat that cock, baby!"

    Jody let the cock slide out of her mouth, so that she could make a great show of hugging the huge phallus to her cheek, to her forehead, letting it tickle the baby skin on her face. She cupped it to her chin so that the tip was above her eyes.

    Gregg watched her, nostrils flaring, responding to Manny's driving cock, and he thought of her as an angel of orgasmic bliss. She looked so sweet with his cock right there, right at her face. He wanted it in her mouth again. It throbbed, and she got the idea.

    He watched her little lips stretch around it, until the whole shaft was deep in her mouth. Her cheeks got taut from suction, as his cock slid in and out of her sweetest hole.

    Meanwhile, behind her, her buttocks were still being assaulted by the thrusting bursts of Manny's underbelly, which beat her, each time his cock thrust into her pussy.

    Gregg looked up at Manny. The boy was working up a hell of a sweat, socking it to Jody's pussy. His face was a mass of purple, with sweat covering his skin, glistening in the candle's dim glow.

    "Give it to her, Manny!"

    Manny looked on at the voice that was cheering him on, and he smiled, as though he was freshly returned from another planet, but only briefly, very briefly. His eyes went back to the balls of Jody's buttocks, and he forgot all about Gregg.

    Gregg also turned his attention back to Jody. He was watching the sweet blonde as she sucked on his balls, taking them in her mouth slowly, letting her tongue tickle them for a second, then letting them slide out.

    While this was happening, Gregg's cock was standing up, grazing her cheeks again, and the moisture from his cock was blending with the sweat on her face.

    His cock felt so nice rubbing on the smooth skin of her cheek, and he held her hair back, so that her profile could be observed.

    His hands dropped to her fine little nipples, and he squeezed the buttons, making them taut, making them come alive in his hand. He was going to come in her mouth soon, but he wanted to wait until he had no choice, until she'd taken the random element of choice out of him, with her little tongue.

    "Suck it good for me, Jody. I want you to taste my hot sauce!"

    She let the tip of his cock graze her lips, and soon the whole shaft was deep inside her, ravishing her, taking her! Her tongue was helpless after he really kicked in gear. His cock was too huge, his thrust too quick, for her to use her tongue. Her efforts were devoted to hanging on. Her little jaw was beginning to ache, and her head was swimming.

    She might have suspected that any moment, she was going to receive a lot of sticky come! it started with Gregg, who held her by the crown of her head, and by her chin, watching his cock shoot hot sauce all over her pretty face and in her mouth.

    She gasped, still obsessed with Manny's hot cock digging into her, and she contracted her cunt on his hot rod, forcing his own orgasm to trigger.

    Manny gave in to the deluge of sensations that were floating through his body. He'd flicked her solid and well, and he needed a moment of release. His hot cock began to pump hot come into her pussy, and her contracting pussy drank up the hot stuff!

    "Oh, I love that hot cock inside me!"

    Gregg looked at the sweet blonde who was still between his legs. He didn't know which hot cock she was referring to, or if she meant both, but she sure looked good to him, her mouth open, gasping for breath, his come forming beads on her upper lip. Her nostrils flared so nicely when she was short of breath, he thought, holding her little chin.

    "Baby, Jody! That was great!"

    Manny had obviously gotten more than he'd bargained for. The bitch had almost bucked him off with her gyrating hips, her swinging torso, the delightful balls of her ass, which he'd been bumping into with delight!

    "Wow! I feel very fucked!"

    Even as she spoke the words, she could feel the hot sauce oozing out of her pussy, dripping out of the corners of her mouth.

    Gregg sat back and lit a cigarette, calmly watching Jody pull herself together. She was totally fucked-out, her eyes looking dreamy, glowy.

    Manny was stretched out on the blanket facing down, as though the very thought of getting laid would make him blow his brains out with a Smith amp; Wesson. He was shaking slightly, as if shivers of pleasure had converted into shivers of ice, intensity provided by the magic of sex.

    Gregg watched Jody for a moment, and he tried to read what was going on in her pretty little head. She started to comb her hair, and so she obviously thought they were going to just sit and bullshit for awhile, and then break up for the evening and sneak back to their captivity.

    Gregg had other ideas. The little dish wanted it right. He was going to see that she got it right! Manny might be knocked out of commission for awhile, but he, Gregg, was hot to trot, and he knew that once he kicked his ass in gear, and Manny watched the pretty blonde huff and moan to the stroke of some nice cock work, Manny would snap back and help him stuff up her lovely holes.

    "Come here, baby, I want to lie on you and suck on those perky tits.

    Feed me those nipples, Jody."

    Jody was tired, and couldn't believe Gregg was even horny after that insane number, but if he was, she was still fit to boogie. She cuddled close to him, and he grabbed her breasts and cupped them, lifting her nipples to his mouth.

    His tongue made the tender mushrooms tingle, as he danced around them, the taut fruit exciting him. His fingers were down in her delta, which was still sticky with Manny's come.

    Gregg could tell that Manny had fucked her cunt, and not her ass, and while he couldn't blame Manny, he himself, Gregg, wanted Jody to take an ass full of cock! He thought it would help her saturate in cock, if that's what she wanted to do, having him bring reinforcements, and tricks like that.

    Well, he was ready. Actually, Gregg was glad Manny came along. Jody was a great cocksucker, but any girl would be a better cocksucker if she had another cock loving up her pussy at the same time. It stood to reason.

    Gregg looked at Manny. The lucky stiff, he thought. Gregg reasoned quickly, that he'd use Manny to inspire some of the other little girls he brought to the shed. Surely, Manny would go for the idea, and he'd get plenty of action out of it. It would work out for everyone.

    Jody still had the strength to jut her tits out, to stroke Gregg's cheeks as he sucked her nipples, to coo and moan deep in her throat, as his tongue traced the halo of her nipple, then let the taut fruit slide out, only to suck in the other nipple.

    Gregg felt his cock getting hard again, rising up off his lap and beginning to throb with anticipation.

    "Baby, you really know how to suck cock. Was that enough cock for you?

    Tell me Jody!"

    She smiled, looking into his eyes.

    "That was great. That was too much!"

    "There's more where that came from."

    "Oh, Gregg! But maybe we should wait My jaw is sore, and my pussy is really raw from that backwards position Manny was giving it to me from.

    Tomorrow is another day."

    He moved her suddenly, before she had a chance to think of what he was doing. Her pussy was still wet, and he knew he could get into her ass if he moved fast.

    "Baby, I know your pussy is sore and I know your jaw is sore, but I want that other hole, Jody!"


    Gregg knew that Jody's asshole was moist enough to enter soon, and his cock throbbed with the thought, as he prepared, grasping her around her hips and jutting her buttocks back.

    "Give me that sweet tight ass, Jody, you sweet blonde cunt!" he groaned.

    His cock was inside her at once, the tightness of her anus causing his cock to shiver with pleasure. She tightened her ass, and he began to move quickly and sharply, digging deep into the soft, warm, canal.

    "Baby, I dig that tight ass. I dig the way your breasts jut out at me, Jody!'

    His hands went around her, and he was pinching her nipples with one hand, and his other was on her sugar bush, stirring up the sensitive little clicker.

    Jody felt an orgasm flood her at once. The strange combination of being fucked in the ass and masturbated by skilled fingers, both at the same time, was overwhelming.

    The balance of pain and pleasure was elaborate, and each time she thought it hurt just a little too much, when his cock would really forcefully drive into her anus, her body would glow, beginning at her clitoris, which was being massaged by his fingertips. This glow, would spread throughout her limbs, and make her quiver with sensation, neutralizing the pain, not negating it, but making it beside the point.

    The POINT, was the pleasure, and that was coming on her more and more, as his cock moved down into her. She felt her body flood again with sensation, and another orgasm wracked her limbs, causing her whole body to shiver and wiggle.

    He had to grab her by her waist, just to keep from being bounced off.

    "You're into it now, Jody! Let me have it, baby! Take me on! Take me for a ride!"

    Jody heard him, and his words made her gyrations increase in R.P.M.'s until he had to grasp her rotating ass with flat palms, just to stay aboard!

    "Tighten that ass for me, bitch!"

    He loved the way her blonde hair fell about when she jerked her head from side to side in passion. He loved watching her perfect body, dancing to the flaming tempo of his cock, beating into her warmest, tightest hole.

    "Take it in, Jody! Keep it tight.'

    He knew he was going to come soon, and he wanted to take the lovely blonde with him. His fingers concentrated on her clitoris, until once again, for the third time since he'd entered her ass, her body contorted with the gestures of terminal orgasm.

    A wave of orgasmic prelude passed through him. He could feel the liquid fighting to escape. Soon, his driving, and her tight ass, could no longer be ignored, and his hot sauce came shooting out of his cock, straight into the tight sweetness of her asshole.

    "You sweet bitch! I love that tight ass, Jody!"

    She came, her body concentrated on her clitoris, which his fingers never ceased to ignite. Her ass kept rotating at him, as she jutted it up, meeting his pumping cock.

    Gregg loved the soft tight balls bouncing under him, and didn't want the orgasm to ever end, as he became acutely aware of the lovely ass that was under him. Soon, however, the hot shot was over, and his cock was losing altitude.

    He withdrew slowly, dripping come from his cock. He looked at her sweet ass, seeing that he'd filled it with come, and that it was starting to drip out.

    "Sit on the blanket a minute, baby. You've been shot through and through."

    Manny was stroking his cock. They'd forgotten all about him, but he was watching the whole thing, and it got him hot again. He was hungry now, looking at Jody, all messed up, her hair clinging to the sweat on her face, her breasts bitten and flushed, her asshole pink from all the slapping of bodies that had taken place.

    He wanted her, and he knew she wouldn't be receptive to the idea, that she would tell him that there were other days, but his cock was harder to reason with than he was. He, Manny, could just look at her and agree.

    There will be other days. But his cock, now that was another story. His cock, wanted her NOW! He was just deciding which hole he wanted, where he wanted to put it. She was stretched out on the blanket, literally limp, her body just barely present, almost drifting into sleep. Manny looked at her. She was on her little flat stomach, and her ass was facing him.

    "You look like you've been neglected," Gregg observed.

    Manny smiled at him and nodded in agreement. He was trying to figure how he wanted to take her, and how she would be more likely to give herself.

    He finally worked up the approach, turning her over and kissing her, his hand moving onto her little twat.

    "No, Manny! I'm so sore. My pussy is really stinging. Wait until another time, please?!"

    She was almost crying. He didn't have the heart to force pain on her, and he almost stopped.

    "Fuck her between the tits," Gregg said, offhanded.

    "Of course!"

    Manny turned her around and made her sit up. Her breasts were just big enough to form a sweet cleavage.

    "Push those balls together for him, Jody, so that he can slide in and out of your cleavage. Do it, baby!"

    She was moving slowly, as though she was asleep and dreaming, but she did what Gregg told her, what Manny was demanding.

    "Oh, I'm so cloudy from all this!"

    Gregg smiled, watching Manny's hard cock enter into the warm cleavage that Jody made by pushing her arms into her sides and jutting her breasts forwards. She really looked pretty, and Manny was digging the hell out of fucking her cleavage.

    Soon, his cock started shooting pearls of lubricating cream out, and her cleavage began to glisten with moisture. Manny cupped the lovely, snowy breasts, and pushed them into each other, heating up the cleavage which his cock was fucking so enjoyably. He'd never enjoyed her breasts more.

    Her nipples were hard, and Manny loved watching the buttons dance around on the globes of her pale tits.

    "That feels good, Jody!"

    Jody's head began jerking from side to side, and her hair flew about her, getting more and more messed up, making her look half-crazy. She was beginning to feel like the whole incident was a dream, or like it already ended and she was caught up in some kind of residue.

    Manny was going to explode all over her, and Gregg smiled, watching the other boy thrust into her cleavage, knowing full well where it would lead.

    Suddenly, Manny's cock was shooting hot licks, and it looked like a tit pumping milk. The hot come covered her cleavage, spilling down to her stomach, covering the globes of her tits.

    "Oh, Jody! I love those sweet tits, baby. I love to fuck your sweet tits!'

    Manny began to jerk and moan, as his cock emptied his passion onto her bosom, as the come landed on her breasts and neck and face. When he was done coming, he released her, and she fell back to the blanket.

    This time she was really a mess. She was covered with sweat and come, and it was dripping out of every hole she had. She breathed in, gasping, her body unable to move.

    "Oh, did I just get fucked," she moaned.

    "You can say that, baby! That is what happened," Gregg said, smiling at her.

    She didn't see his smile, although she was looking right at him. Her focus was blurred, and her head was filled with clouds of memory-pictures, snapped by the camera of her mind during the past few hours. They were pictures that would bring her many happy hours of masturbating.

    She was exhausted, beaten, but happy and delighted. She'd never, in her entire life, imagined that anyone could feel as fucked as she felt.

    "Baby, can you get up?"

    She'd fallen asleep. She didn't know how long ago, or how much time had passed. Her head was still in a cloud.

    "I don't know. I don't want to move."

    It was Gregg. He was prodding her, trying to make her move.

    "Jody, it's almost morning. Manny went back, and if I don't do the same soon, we might just get in trouble."

    Jody forced her eyes open. Her body was sticky from all the come that had been shot into her and on her, and her head was aching from all the sharp pleasure.

    She realized, while they were fucking her so hotly, that even pleasure can cross an intensity line, and get out of hand, converting into something near pain, near desperation!

    "I don't know if I can move, Gregg. You better go back. No sense of both of us getting in trouble. Besides, if we're both missed, they might put two and two together."

    Gregg felt like a soldier with a wounded comrade on the field of battle.

    There was no way be was going to abandon her, and have her get caught.

    Gregg managed to get her on her feet. Fortunately, it was chilly outside, and he opened the door of the shed, blowing out the candles, and letting some fresh air come in the little room.

    Jody began to snap together, but slowly, and every time he left her alone a moment, she would close her eyes again and appear to drift off.

    "Baby, come back!"

    He hated to do it, but he slapped her across the face, forcing her eyes open. She stumbled about, and then began to get her clothes on. Slowly, she began to look more believable. There was a big hickey on her left tit, but her blouse covered it up. Her ass had been chewed on and spanked by both their thrusting bodies, but it was covered nicely by her skirt.

    Her hair was a mass of tangles, and it didn't look like she had the energy to lift her arms over her head, let alone comb knots out of her hair.

    Gregg took her comb and forced it through the lush blonde hair, and soon she looked almost fit to be seen. Of course, her lips were pretty chewed, and they were obviously swollen. Well, it was too late to worry now.

    "You going to make it back?" Gregg asked her.

    Jody took a step and began to shake.

    "I don't know. I'm really dizzy and shaky. What'd you guys do to me?"

    "We gave it to you good, and you were well worth the efforts, Jody, baby."

    "What am I going to do now?"

    She was awake enough to be worried at least, Gregg thought, relieved.

    "Let's straighten up your act and get you home. You'll make it. I'll walk you as far as I can.

    They left the shack and headed towards Mrs. Goody's school, slowly stumbling along through the dewy New England woods. The dawn was breaking, and Gregg was beginning to get nervous.

    Since he'd gotten into his pussy action, he became less overtly hostile to authority, trying to keep a low profile so that he could carry on without sinking the whole ship, and he didn't want to get pinned sneaking out, only because it would make it harder for him to sneak out the next lime.

    He smiled at the thought. He felt, at the moment, like he'd never had to get laid again, like the little blonde had sucked and fucked him for good, permanently.

    They walked to the edge of the Woods, and then it was up to Jody to do it herself. She was more awake, moving by herself but she didn't look like she could come up with a slick answer if anyone asked her what the heck she was doing wandering about.

    "Now, just remember if someone spots you. You couldn't sleep, and you took a walk. Got it?"


    Her sleepy face lacked credibility.

    "Say it!"

    "I couldn't sleep. I took a walk," she repeated, mechanically.

    "Yeah, you might convince some idiot, but listen, baby, try not to stumble and make a lot of noise, because your act isn't very convincing.

    Got it?"


    Again, so blank, hearing information.

    "Well, I can't do anymore for you, Jody. If I could pick you up and carry you to bed, I would, but that would be a sure bust."

    "Uh hu."


    Her eyes opened wide and she appeared to gain focus. A slap across the face would have done it, but he chose yelling at her, hoping it would work just as well.

    "Now, get your ass in there before you're missed."

    He pointed to the school and she smiled.

    "Gregg, that was wonderful. Thanks so much for that. I really dug that whole scene."

    "Yeah, but you have to come back."

    "I don't want to come back."

    "Alright, listen, if you can just make it to bed, you can tell them you're sick and have to take the day off. That way you can sleep all day. It'll work if you play it right. Just don't let a doctor see that sweet body of yours, baby. Me and Manny chewed you up really good."

    She smiled, as if she remembered exactly the bite he was talking about.

    "Yeah, I'll make it. Gregg, don't worry. Give me a kiss, Gregg!"

    Gregg felt her body go limp against his as she kissed him, but her little lips were alive enough, and her tongue darted into his mouth.

    "That's it, baby!"

    He held her face by her pointy little chin.

    "You're back among the living. Now tail-ass quick, and let me do the same, before the lid blows on our little secret games," he said.

    Jody realized at once, that they stood to lose a good thing if she blew it. That old shed provided them with the only kick they got, and she wanted to make sure it was still in operation the next time she needed some cock although she couldn't imagine when that would be.

    "Alright. Enough fucking around."

    Her face snapped into focus and she smiled, her eyes bright and apparently clear, although a close examination would tell she was forcing herself to look alert.

    "That's it, baby. Now, I'll see you tomorrow."


    He watched her stumble into the clearing, towards the school. Gregg crossed his fingers. It was light out already, and it was really chancy, but, even if she was discovered creeping about, she might talk her way out of it.

    Now Gregg, he had a problem of his own. He had to move quickly, and he did. He raced through the woods, and was at Mr. MacIntyre's joint in no time. Creeping in, in broad daylight, was a bit tricky, but luck, and fate, collaborated, and let him past the sly eye of the anti-fun squad.

    "Wow, you're a fucking wreck," Manny said to him, as he approached the breakfast table a few hours later.

    "You don't look so totally refreshed yourself," Gregg said, smiling.

    They sat and ate quietly, hoping nobody suspected them, but a little amazed that they weren't in trouble. They both felt as though they'd exploded a bomb and nobody heard. It was a strange feeling.

    "Manny, my boy, I feel the basis for a strong partnership in the air."


    "Manny, we both know that Jody is a great cocksucker, but let me tell you something, my good man. Last night, with your cock penetrating her from the rear, she was better than a great cocksucker, man! She was inspired! Magnificent!"

    "You're fucking crazy!"

    "Maybe so! May very well be, but it be to your benefit, my boy. You're going to get more ass than your cock'll know what to do with. I'm going to share the feast with you."

    "Hey, I'll be your right-hand man."

    "Yeah, my right hand man! My back-up! My sideman! My MAIN man!"

    "And the chicks? I mean, are you going to ask them if all this is up their alley?" Manny asked.

    "They'll see the light, in the dimness of that old shack, they'll see the light. One after the other, they'll see the fucking light!"

    Gregg's voice took on a mock-religious quiver, and he rolled his eyes.

    They both laughed, but then, they didn't want to explain themselves to anyone, and they stifled it quickly.

    "That shack was made by angels. By angels! Who should we have next?

    After breakfast we'll skip a class and discuss the menu, my boy," Gregg said laughing.

    Manny ate his eggs and toast quickly, washing it down with orange juice, and the two of them strolled out together, past the prying eyes of the established command.

    "I wonder what she looks like today,' Gregg commented, when they were outside, leaning on a tree, breathing the fresh morning air. Both boys were pleasure stunned, walking around, but half in a coma. Their eyes were bloodshot and squinted. Gregg wore dark glasses.

    "I'll bet she looks fucked. I'll bet she looks like somebody, or some bodies, fucked the living shit out of her!"

    "Yeah. I wonder why?"

    "Beats me!"

    They settled under the tree and fell into a detailed description of the delights of the previous evening, each one triggering their favorite memories.

    "Did you see me come all over her tits?" Manny asked, excited.

    "I sure did. I watched her take it in her pussy when you were behind her. She sucked my cock so nice with you stuffing her pussy!"

    "Yeah, that bitch is hot!"

    "Manny, you know what I dug best?"

    "Tell me!"

    "I dug cupping her little chin in my hand and fucking the hell out of her mouth. I loved shooting hot come into her mouth. Her tongue is so fucking wild!"

    "Yeah! Amen to that!"

    Just a short distance away, a very tired little blonde girl had just told one of the staff members, that she was sick. She said that she didn't need a doctor, and that it was just a heavy curse coming down on her, and thankfully, the staff zombie let her alone.

    Jody's mind was filled with the sweet images of last night, and when Susie asked her what happened, she was more than happy to share the enormous event.

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