Masturbating Little Girls 2

"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.