Finally unable to restrain myself, I began to rhythmically squeeze my thighs together so my pulsing clitty would be squeezed from between the soft, velvety folds of my hairless outer labia and forced upward against the cool linen that covered my body. I was thrilled to discover that I was not only receiving stimulation from my tight and warm pussy lips, but from the cool and silky sheet that covered my little body. Waves of pleasure rolled from my clitoris, into my moistening loins, and up into my swelling little nipples. Filled with childish excitement, I cautiously lifted the sheet and blanket from my body to look down at the prominent pistol of my feminine flower.

It was poking from its wrinkled sheath as lewdly as ever, though I was getting quite used to seeing it in such a state. The rosy little pea-shaped tip was already gleaming with hardness, looking far too big to be sprouting from such a small, pink vagina. Between my hard little nipples, I could see my flat, smooth tummy quivering until the pale skin reached the firm little swell of my bald mons and split into twin rolls of soft, pink girl-flesh that sandwiched my little tower of femininity. I spread my legs slightly to let the air caress my moist little slit. My little cunny looked adorable, even to me.

Careful not to wake Eric, but smiling with anticipation, I carefully pushed the covers down to my thighs and bared most of my skinny pink body. I lay there for several more minutes admiring my inch of throbbing girlhood and luxuriating in the tingles of pleasure that emanated from it as it twitched in the open air. My fingers tapped along my little chest as I thought about rubbing on the inflamed thing. Shawna had sure enjoyed frigging her own little sex pea, and I was proud of how much she'd liked it when I'd touched and licked her plump young twat, but I was skeptical that I'd enjoy playing myself. It didn't seem like it would be nearly as much fun as having a boy do it, but it'd really be neat if I could rub on it and make it feel that good all by myself. Then I could give myself orgasms all the time.

Still, it embarrassed me to think about doing such a naughty thing to myself, not to mention waking Eric and having him catch me at it. The urges of puberty were beginning to course through my little body, however, and my feelings of embarrassment were little match for the power my aching clitoris was exerting over me.

I glanced nervously over at Eric's bare, slender shoulders as I slowly moved my hand to my horny little crotch. The skin there felt very soft in its hairlessness as my fingers lightly caressed the pink folds of girl-flesh. I felt carefully for any sign of pubic hair, but couldn't detect the slightest bit. I was as smooth and hairless as a little baby from the swell of my mons down to my puckered little anus. A shudder of pleasure swept through my tummy as I tweaked my throbbing clitoris between two fingers. A girlish smile spread across my face as I realized that I really could pleasure myself. I gripped the little wand between my thumb and forefinger, feeling the little thing pulse with my heartbeat in a strange, enchanting manner that mesmerized me and locked my gaze onto the tumescent center of my feminine pleasure.

It was much too small and delicate to wrap my fist around like Eric did with his penis when he masturbated, but it still felt very nice when I held it between my thumb and forefinger like Eric did when he masturbated me. Repressing a giggle of delight and a moan of pleasure, I gently squeezed the skinny thing and felt it pulse between my fingers as I slowly pulled downward on the soft sheath that covered and protected it. There wasn't nearly enough skin to massage the entire length of my straining little love stem, but I could see the little knob at the tip grow redder as I worked the skin up and down over the lower half of it until it was nearly beet red with the heated blood of my arousal. My free hand slipped up my skinny chest and began to pinch and squeeze at one of my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure running down my body to collide in my quivering tummy with those traveling in the opposite direction from my aroused little cunny.

The door to the room opened and Master Thorne strolled in. I was so shocked and embarrassed that I lay there holding my stiff clitoris just long enough for him to see what I was doing to it. By the time I finally managed to pull my legs together and frantically pull the covers back up, it was too late.

Thorne's entrance and my quick movements awakened Eric and the sleepy boy rolled over with a yawn, his adorable face looking too groggy to know what was happening.

"Are you horny, Kelva?" Thorne leered at me as I held the blankets pulled tightly around my neck. "What are you doing, Eric?" Thorne said mockingly as he shook his head at the young teenager. "Making your little love slave play with herself already?"

Eric looked over at me in confusion, and then rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He sat up in the bed to expose his long, slender chest and belly; but his big penis was still covered by the blanket. I could only lay there with my ears burning in shame and embarrassment.....(cont)