He himself was jacking off at a furious pace. The moans of his girlfriend on the other end were as good as the real thing. Nearly. They were at least as good as the dirty pictures a friend had sent him from Mexico.

He jacked his dick rapidly, feeling his stiff staff in his palm, while his thumb and finger worked the head over, arousing the sensitive pucker beneath the ridge.

His stiff self got stiffer, the more he whacked himself off. It didn't take him long at all. He could come five times in a night. He had the quick comes of early adolescence.

Jody didn't mind at all. When they had sex, he could always get it up again, right away.

He fingered his balls, as he held the receiver between his left jaw and his left shoulder.

He held the staff with his left hand then, and jacked rapidly with the other. He came, whacked some more, and spurt and spasmed again.

"Ohhhhhh," he grunted loudly. And Jody heard him, grinning from ear to ear.

Suddenly the door burst open. "Jody!" an elderly woman stood before her, hands on hips. "Stop that this instant! Whatever are you doing! And on the phone, too!"

She grabbed the receiver from between Jody's thighs. It was wet, and she wiped her hands on her woolen skirt. "Disgusting!" she said. "Who is this?" she demanded into the receiver.

"Jody! Jody!" Manny was yelling. "I think this connection is broken.

Hello? Hello? Are we on a party line? Hey, whoever it is, what does your pussy look like?"

"I beg your pardon, young man! Who is this? I demand to know this instant. You are shaming the morals of this young girl. You are tempting her into the path of bodily lusts. This school was grounded on the highest ethical and moral values and I will not have them corrupted by a bawdy phone call."

They heard the abrupt click of the receiver and then dead silence. Jody could hardly contain a suppressed chuckle, even in the midst of her terror at being discovered by the headmistress.