Onanism 4

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.