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.

"Jody, what are you doing now," shrieked Manny over the receiver. His groans came hot and heavy over the wire.

"I'm masturbatin' with the receiver," she crooned, digging it into her groin. She wished it were smaller so she could get it right up inside her. "Ohhhhhh, it's so great. It's like a black cock inside me. An electronic cock. Oh, I hope I don't get a shock," she squealed, lying back on the cold floor with the receiver cradled between her slim, soft thighs, and laughing. "Can you hear my cunt talk?" she laughed.