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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 ...?"
"Yeah!"
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

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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."
"Really?"
"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.
"Psssssssst!!!!"
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.
"What?"
"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!"
"Hmmmmmmmmm!!"
"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.

[sexy_parul]

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."
"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!