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Watching Molly Masturbate
by Mat Twassel
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One of my favorite things is to watch Molly make 
herself come. Although sometimes she pretends to be 
shy about it, she likes me to watch. Maybe it even 
helps her get off. 

The first time we were at her parents' house. We 
weren't married yet. In fact, that afternoon we'd 
told her parents we planned to get married in a 
year. They were very happy for us. They ordered 
pizza for carry out, and while her dad was picking 
it up, Molly showed me her bedroom. 

No sooner had we climbed the stairs and entered her 
bedroom than I whispered, "I want to fuck you in 
your little girl bed."

"We can't."

"Why not?"

"It wouldn't be right."

"Why not?"

"It just wouldn't, okay?"

"Okay, then show me how you used to touch 
yourself."

"I can't."

"Please."

"No."

"Pretty please with sugar on top."

She relented. "Stand in front of the door," she 
told me.

"Why?"

"In case my mom comes up. You can keep her from 
coming in."

"Would she come up?"

"No, but just in case."

I stood in front of the door.  Molly took off her 
clothes. She rummaged in her dresser and found what 
looked like a very short skirt.  "My old nightie," 
she said. She stepped into it. Then she lay on her 
bed, on her back, her head on one of the fat 
pillows. The other pillow she placed between her 
legs.

"Sometimes I'd just squeeze the pillow," she said. 
She demonstrated, but only for a few seconds.  "Is 
that enough?" she asked.

"No," I said. "Did you do that until you...?"

"Sometimes," she admitted. "I'd usually have the 
covers over me, but I don't want to mess up the 
bed."

"What would you think of while you were doing it?"

Molly frowned.

"Tell me."

"I will. I'm trying to remember."

"I think you remember."

"Okay. I thought of cocks.  Of boys touching their 
cocks. Stroking them. Big and hard."

I unzipped my pants. My cock was big and hard.  
"Does this help?" I said.

"Uh huh," Molly said.  Her hand moved between her 
legs, pushing the tiny pajama skirt away. She 
moaned. The pillow fell away. 

Mostly she used two fingers, pressed tight 
together, rubbing to the top and sides of her 
clitoris. Her other hand rested on her belly. She 
seemed to be applying a rhythmic pressure with her 
other hand. The first hand circled her clit, the 
rhythm somewhat irregular, herky-jerky. From time 
to time a little moan, more like a purr, escaped 
her lips.  The purrs were almost like little 
questions, "umm?  umm? umm?" I could also hear the 
small sounds of friction her fingers made on her 
sex skin.  Her little purrs became louder, more 
insistent, more demanding. Every now and then a 
breathy "oh." Her sex lips, pale pink at first, 
darkened perceptibly. Her fingers circled faster, 
rubbed harder. More and sharper "ohs" escaped her 
lips. Her face tightened. Her lips parted. Her eyes 
squeezed shut. A scant stream of translucent, milk-
colored fluid seeped from her sex. I could smell 
her arousal, the scent of a sun-baked meadow filled 
with wildflowers. Her little opening opened and 
closed. More honey welled out. Some of it eased 
over the crinkle of her anus and down to the 
bedspread.

I couldn't resist. I kicked off my shoes, shucked 
down my pants, and pounced. I plunged into the 
churn of her contractions. She was so tight and hot 
and wet. Almost immediately I was all the way in. 
Being in Molly's cunt when she's coming is like 
being in a hurricane of goodness. I lasted about 
six seconds before flooding her.

Molly's orgasm lasted for a time. I bathed in it, 
relishing every gasp and growl and shudder of her 
climax.  When she at last quieted, she said, "What 
did you think you were  doing, young man?" Then she 
chuckled. I could feel the ripple of her mirth on 
my cock.

"I couldn't help it," I said. "You were so 
beautiful. Besides, you were leaking onto the... I 
had to plug the..."

"Oh no," Molly blurted. "I know how juicy you are. 
It's all going to come out. Everything will be..."

"I have an idea," I said. "Clamp your legs and arms 
around me and hold tight."

She did as I'd asked.

"Okay, now tighten your pussy."

"Won't that squelch it out?"

"No, it will help keep it in. The constriction will 
make me expand forming a seal."

Her cunt clamped snugly around cock. It felt 
wonderful.

"Now what?" she breathed.

I turned us as one, held Molly firmly by her 
delicious ass,  sat and then stood, lifting Molly 
into the air, our genitals tightly joined. 

"God you feel so good," I said.

"You too," Molly replied. He cunt continued to 
squeeze my cock. Abruptly she shuddered, clearly 
coming again. Somehow I managed to keep my feet.

"I guess you'd better put me down now. The pizza 
might be here," Molly said, after she'd calmed 
again. 

Standing, she said, "That was so..." and then she 
noticed the wet spot on the bedspread. "Oh no! 
Look. Look what you did! My mom is going to kill 
me. Now what are we going to do?"

"Burn down the house?" I suggested.

"Yeah, with you in it!"

Just then we heard her mom call out, "Pizza's here. 
Come and get it."

We dressed hurriedly and went downstairs.

"Coke or beer?" Molly's dad asked.

"Coke would be fine, Sir," I said, "but there's 
something I have to tell you."

I paused. Molly's parents looked at me. Molly took 
my hand.

"When we were upstairs just now, we, um, we 
couldn't help celebrating a little. And there's 
sort of a little spot of, uh, on the, um, on the 
bedspread."

Molly's mom and dad looked at each other. Her mom 
took her dad's hand. "Thanks for letting us know, 
Hector," she said. She broke into a big smile. Then 
she said, "Molly, we are very much looking forward 
to become grandparents, but maybe not for a year 
and nine months."

=========================

Watching Molly Masturbate
by Mat Twassel

An illustrated version of this story is available at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/twassel/www/

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