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!