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 Masturbation III (Mg, pedo, mast)

   by Jack Woody

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purely the product of an over-active imagination.  The acts and situations
depicted are fantasy, and are in no way meant to depict actual acts or
situations.

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   Part III

   Those cute little girls......how they made Billy masturbate!

   He would usually show up at the convenience store, just before school
let out......just before the cute little girls would come to buy their
daily helping of candy.

   He would stand in the aisle, where they would have to brush past him,
and he would stare at them in their sweet little dresses, showing off their
bare little legs......driving Billy crazy, and making his cock hard as
stone.

   Then Billy would rush home and masturbate for hours.  Sometimes he would
lay on his bed, closing his eyes, imagining a particular little girl from
the store.....jacking off over her.......feeling his slippery juice drip
out all over his cock for her......feeling his cock strain and grow as hard
as it could be, for her.

   He would imagine pulling her panties down.....staring at that bare
little mound between her legs......her sexy little slit separating those
puffy white lips......masturbating so hard!

   Other times, the little girls at the store would make Billy race home so
he could stare at the naked little girls in his photo collection.  When he
needed more than his memory of the little school girls could provide, Billy
relied on his extensive photo collection, to push him over the edge and
make him ejaculate as hard as possible.

   It didn't matter what pushed Billy's buttons, or how he chose to make
himself cum......as long as it gave him a good hard ejaculation!  Billy was
all about shooting cum.......real hard......and little girls were always
what made that a sure thing.

   Each of Billy's devices had their own charming way to make masturbation
a highly enjoyable enterprise, but more often than not, it was his hand
that Billy chose to use, from start to finish.

   The hand was a perfectly engineered and fully controllable device, so
well suited for masturbation.

   The loose grip of a dry hand sliding back and forth over a hard
cock.......teasing its swollen cockhead.....getting it hotter and
hotter.....bringing it closer to the brink every second.......stopping just
in time.....denying the release of semen, while allowing the quick rush of
precum to trickle out.  Repeating the cycle over and over......till the
loose-fitting grip grows wetter and wetter, and the grip slowly becomes
tighter and tighter, till it's squeezing the rock hard cock, and the
sensations are not just from the cock, but now in the hand, as well.



   There's something about the tight grip of a hand, on a fiercely hard
cock.  Feeling its size....feeling the shape.....from vein-bulging shaft,
to swollen flared glans, and then back to the long cylindrical shaft,
again. The slippery wetness sliding through the tight grip.  The harder it
squeezes and the faster it slides back and forth, the wetter it becomes.

   The cock feels it......and the hand feels it, too.

   Staring at those tight little fuckholes......imagining their wet flesh
squeezing all around that big hard cock......sliding.......stretched
tightly over it.....making it feel that little girl cunt.

   And at the same time, imagining her feeling your cock stretching her
open.....filling her with hard cock......pushing deep into her naked little
body, till she's holding you tightly, with that wet little cunt.

   Fucking that tight little hole......dripping precum out, all over its
warm pink flesh.  Closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.......stopping
just in time......pulling out.....barely able to hold back.  Then thrusting
deep into that tight little hole again.......getting even hotter, before
pulling out and fighting to hold back, again.

   So many times, Billy would tease his cock.....flirting with the
edge.....so close to ejaculation, each and every time.

   For hours Billy would stare it those sweet little vulvas.....the
beautifully split open little slits......staring into those tight little
fuckholes......edging, again and again.

   And finally Billy would need to cum so badly he couldn't hold it back.
Furiously he'd stroke his cock.....his wet hand squeezing so
tightly......moving so fast, back and forth over his hot swollen
cockhead......feeling his balls tighten, and then.....at last......that
explosive ejaculation!

   Streams of wet jism shooting out......spurting so hard, again and
again......the only thought in his mind......that of emptying himself into
her.....coating her tender pink flesh with hot cum.......shooting it so
deep in that tight little hole!

   How many thousands of times had Billy ejaculated over all the cute
little girls in the world?  How large a container would it take to hold all
the cum he had spilled for those little girls?

   The need was there every day.  Needing to stare at young little
vulvas.....needing to cum over them.

   The younger a naked little girl was, the more she excited Billy with her
innocence.  He loved knowing a little girl was innocent......knowing that
she had very little or no prior knowledge about hard cocks.  It aroused him
much more, to imagine that his would be the first hard cock she would know,
if he were to be with her.

   They were all virgins, in Billy's mind, and if there were visible signs
of cock rash on the little girl's pouting lips, it was from him having just
fucked her.

   They were all his little girls, when he masturbated over them.

   Sometimes, he used no more than a picture of a little girl's
face.....usually with her mouth wide open, to imagine she were waiting for
him to ejaculate into her mouth.  The most innocent little girls were best,
for this.  A cute little face could easily make Billy cum, all on its own.

   But when you added a bare little cunt to that cute little face, there
was no way to stop it from happening!
   Billy had to masturbate!