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.