John Kellerman - Tied up virgins

Jody stopped at the steps and put her bag down. It was hot and the air felt thick and hard to breathe. She wiped her forehead and waited for her lungs to catch up, thinking, thinking

At least she wouldn't have to watch her mother anymore. Doing those things with strangers she picked up in the bars around Hallinsville. The judge had decided all that. Her mother had just shrugged and given her a pat. "Take care of yourself, sweetheart."

Sure. Jody chewed her bottom lip. Hadn't she always taken care of herself? Cooked for herself?

Mended her own clothes? But of course there had to be a place for her to stay. Guardians appointed by the court. And that's where Brit's folks had come in. Thank God for her best friend, Brit. Brit's family was pretty loose really. There'd been talk that the court wouldn't allow such a family to take in another child. But there had been extenuating circumstances. Mr. Russell, Brit's father, knew the judge. And the fact that she and Brit were such good friends had helped. Jody picked up her bag again and lugged it up the steps and into the small cabin.

The cabin was half a mile from the Russell house but still on their property. Mrs. Russell had agreed to let Brit stay there with Jody for the summer. It would get the girls out from under her feet and give them a little place of their own they could mess up to their hearts' content. Jody smiled, thinking of how lenient Brit's folks were with her.

There were two bunks in the small cabin, a table, an old stove. Jody straightened a minor on the wall and glanced at her reflection. Like Brit had kidded once, looking at that face was like looking at a color television. She had vivid red hair that was so frizzy she could hardly get a comb through it. She let it puff out down over her shoulders usually, braided it sometimes or tied a bandana around her forehead to mash it down a little. Today it was just fuzzing in the breeze. What little breeze there was.

"God, it's hot!" Jody opened a window and looked out through the orchard. She couldn't see the Russell house for the apple trees. Brit would be coming down with same of her things soon, Jody sat on the edge of the bed. Her underarms were getting her t-shirt wet. An impulse came over her and she took its hint. She snaked the t-shirt off over her head and tossed it aside. After all, they'd have all the privacy in the world. It was her first real place of her own, even though she was being taken in because of the benevolence of the Russell family and was in some way obligated to them.

Jody rubbed a hand across her belly. It was sweaty, too. She had a nice belly. Fleshed out enough to be what some men might call plush. And yet she wasn't overweight. She didn't even look plump. It was when she was beside her best friend, Brit, that the difference stood out. Really stood out, Jody thought, giggling, touching her breasts. They were full and round and rode high on her chest. Her nipples were as dark as her sunbaked skin and firm even when she wasn't thinking about boys.

Jody let her fingers rub over one nipple, then moved to the other one. Her thighs were full too, not willowy and thin like Brit's. And her calves swelled against the legs of her jeans. Jody blinked her green eyes and undid the snap of her Levi's. She snaked them down too and then went to the window, feeling a little funny. But there was no one around. No one ever came down through the orchard to the little cabin. And on the other side of the cabin was a dense woods, almost a quarter mile of trees and scrub oak until one came to the highway and the garage Jeb Caruthers operated.

Walking around naked in the cabin gave Jody a flushed, tingly feeling. But that feeling always made her uncomfortable, too. Her only experience with sex had been that of the observer. She'd pushed aside the throw rug in her upstairs room many times in the past few years. Looking down through the old grate, she could see into her mother's bedroom. At fourteen, Jody had watched a man fuck her mother. She didn't know the man's name and he never came around again. It was about then when Jody's opinions of her mother's private life began to take on new meaning. Jody was sixteen now. Just turned sixteen. And a month before she'd seen some things that had truly shocked her.

A man had come to her mother in the night. The lights in the house had been off, but there was always a light from the street which illuminated her mother's bed. The man had undressed her mother and kissed her all over her body. Slowly, he'd kissed her. And Jody's body trembled as she'd knelt on the floor over the grate, her breath only a whisper, her mouth

The man had brought something to the bed with him, a surprise he told Jody's mother. Jody had watched him touch a button on the slender, smooth vibrator. It looked like a bullet. And when he pushed it against her mother's cunt, there'd been a wet sound and Jody's mouth had fallen open. That long, white thing had slid easily up into her mother's body. Her mother had groaned and writhed on the bed while the man kissed her breasts and worked the thing deeper. Her mother'd dug her heels into the bed and flopped around like a hive of bees had invaded her pussy.

Jody remembered being embarrassed and very excited by what she'd observed. But when the man pulled the thing out and put his mouth down

Jody blinked rapidly and walked across the cabin again. She hadn't been able to watch any longer when the man had started kissing her mother's cunt. She'd gone back to her bed and tried to sleep and tried to keep her hands off herself. She'd heard stories from girls at school about how a woman could do nice things to her own body if she knew how. Jody had resisted experimenting. There was something about doing that which seemed wrong. She couldn't say why. Except for that little thing in the Bible about onanism. Brit had showed it to her one day and then laughed and told her it meant when a boy played with his cock until his cum spurted out. Brit thought it must be wonderful to watch something like that. But Brit was kinda crazy. Though they'd never talked about it, Jody knew that her best friend put her fingers in her slit lots of times. At night she'd heard the frail blonde cooing and squirming under the sheet until at last she gave a whimpering sigh and fell silent.

Thinking about all this made Jody feel very strange. Like the morning she'd been making her mother's bed and found that smooth, plastic bullet under a pillow. At first she'd been afraid to touch the thing. And then at last she'd nudged it with a finger and picked it up. It'd felt heavy and cool. She'd returned it to the bed, put the pillow over it and gone about her chores. The following afternoon the authorities had picked up her mother on a charge of prostitution and she'd been taken to the county orphanage for a week. When the case was decided and she'd been allowed to come home to pack, Jody had gone to her mother's bed and taken the vibrator to hide in her bag. She still didn't know why.

"Quit thinking of all this!" she told herself. She talked a lot when she was alone. It was like the good part of her could talk. The naughty part never said a word. It just thought of naughty things to do, naughty things to pretend about. And the naughty part of her was thinking something right now.

Jody went to her suitcase and searched until she'd closed her fingers around the cool, heavy shaft of the vibrator. She went and sat on her bed, looking down at the bullet-shaped thing. A cock. A cock with batteries. A cock that moved without having a man attached. Jody swallowed hard. Her nipples were tingling. She pushed a trembling finger against the switch and sucked a breath in when the cock-thing began to shiver in her grasp. She'd been meaning to just take a look at it. But now that it was buzzing, now that it was so close