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.