Jo Ann gasped, as for the first time she felt another woman's lips on her own. They were soft at first, totally unlike anything she had ever felt firm a man, and there was the salty taste of the older woman's perspiration, but to Jo Ann it was like an elixir. The whole thing was done so gently she really wasn't aware of the exact moment that Rita's tongue shyly poked itself into her mouth. But Jo Ann suddenly realized she was having a hard time breathing. Part of this was caused by the knowledge she was doing something totally different and unexpected, something she had never expected to do, and loving it. It was all so delightful and delicious. The feeling in her loins was so overpowering, the interior of her vagina was reverberating like a beaten kettle drum.
The girl moaned, feeling any final vestiges of resistance simply flow right out of her body, and without meaning to, she began kissing back, sucking on the other woman's tongue, licking. When Rita's tongue withdrew, the other girl's eager oral organ followed it into Rita's mouth.
Rita rolled one leg up over the lovely blonde's bare, pouting Mount of Venus. For Jo Ann, the feeling was unbelievable. The pressure of cuntlips against her own was totally indescribable. Almost instantly she felt a smoldering of coals within her suddenly blossom into red-hot flame, and this, in turn became white-hot fire. It was a fire fueled by the sudden awareness that the other woman's hands were moving knowledgably up and down her back and spine, coming to rest occasionally like a group of warm, fluttering butterflies on the overly sensitive buttocks of the younger girl.
Jo Ann had allowed her inner self to give way to all the fabulous sensations when the beautiful older woman very suddenly drew away from her, separating their bodies. An overwhelming feeling of disappointment came over her, but this was instantly wiped away when Rita spoke to her and said, "I love you, Jo Ann. I know it sounds hard to believe, but I love you as much as any man is capable of loving. What's more, I'm going to teach you to love me, too."
Rita's voice betrayed her own growing sense of inner excitement as she once again bent over and placed her hot lips on the beautiful young girl's left breast.
"Huuunh!"
It was a moan of utter delight that passed from between Jo Ann's lips, coming the instant the beautifully blonde young girl felt the tongue teasing her nipple as well as the gentle sucking of her lips on her areola. Little by little Rita's fingers changed from delicate little butterflies to seething doves and then to aggressive hawks as they swooped down seeking their prey. One hand was locked on the fullness of the right breast, the fingers working expertly at the captured nipple, pressuring it, teasing it, now squeezing it, now releasing it-working in rhythm with the mouth sucking on the girl's left breast.
Rita's other hand had reached down, the fingers seeking, finally finding the palpitating vaginal lips. Her long middle finger slid imperiously up and down the entire length of the beautiful young girl's pink crack, teasingly avoiding all contact with the clitoris for the moment, even though Jo Ann was rotating her pubis by the time in the hope of making Rita touch it. Rita's fingers remained on the surface of the vaginal lips, not seeking to penetrate between the vulvalips. As the tantalizing coral crack became more and more lubricated from the juices of Jo Ann's personal artesian well, the older woman's fingertips began sliding back more and more until they were touching the little brown pucker that was the helpless young blonde's anus. Here, the finger stopped for a moment, then began an unrelenting pressure to push into this new orifice.
Wave after wave of overpowering and undulant pressure charged through young Jo Ann's shuddering body. Now it was hurting a little because Rita had a nail on the end of her finger. Jo Ann tried to raise her hips in the hope of getting away from the uncomfortable pressure, but the juices from her cunt came running across her perineum and into her rectal opening, making Rita's finger that much more slick, and the finger pushed in to the first joint, making the hot anal cavity twitch as the young blonde gasped, "Ouch! That hurts!"
In answer to this mild protest, the older woman merely sank her firm white teeth into the soft flesh of Jo Ann's small left breast and now was seemingly trying hard to swallow the whole thing. It was painful but beautiful. It was a blissful agony that brought her to the threshold of rapture.
The finger in the asshole began gently moving back and forth, back and forth in an effort to gain even more depth. Slowly it rode in a little deeper. Jo Ann's rectum had so tightly captured the joint that each movement caused the puckered muscular ring to move with it. The girl moaned low in her throat for the original painful sensation had changed into something else… something almost alien it was so different to her. Now she felt the deeper muscles of her ass flexing and unflexing in an effort to pull the finger in even farther. She was trembling for she realized she was slowly building toward an orgasm. She wondered how it was possible for her to come without sucking a cock or having her cunt stimulated. She was approaching blast-off simply from having her prune like anal opening massaged. How was it possible for her to feel like this with a woman? Her body was hurriedly climbing toward that thrilling peak. She wanted the finger even deeper in her ass now… Oh God! She ached to feel a cock shoved into her cunt at this point. She needed something hard, hot, long, and vibrating. She was there… almost… almost…
Then the older woman simply withdrew her finger, mouth, and working hands from the body of the younger girl and sat back on the bench, a victorious smile spread across her lovely face.
"Oh no!" was the gasp of the helpless young girl. She made an attempt to sit up with a plea for some kind of release on her lips, but the older woman's firm hand pushed her back on the wooden bench, making her lie down again.
"Now, Jo Ann," Rita muttered, "you'll find out what it's really all about." She spoke in a crooning voice as she slithered down until she was in a half-crouch opposite the beautiful blonde's hips. "You really have the most beautiful cunt and clitoris I've ever seen," Rita murmured. "You'll faint with sheer delight when you feel the way I kiss and bite it."
The older woman had suddenly become a paragon of gentleness all over again. Her tantalizingly soft, hot lips traced a path across Jo Ann's aching belly. Her tongue licked out a pattern of eroticism as it danced on the blonde's abdomen.
Jo Ann had felt her cunt licked before, but somehow she knew that this would be an entirely new and different experience. Somehow there was something unbelievably sensuous about the way Rita wanted to lap at her seething pussy.
At one point the tongue paused in its journey to seek out the cup of Jo Ann's navel. The oral organ leaped out and licked each hip bone in turn. Jo Ann moaned continuously as she did her best to twist her pelvis so that her fevered, starving vagina would make contact with the pressure of that soft, fiery sword heading in its direction.
But Rita had decided she would take another path to paradise. Her hands were busy as they slowly separated the young girl's slender thighs to reveal the seeping vagina in all its rich, pink glory. The visible clitoris looked to be vibrating like a struck gong, and the reverberations seemingly echoed throughout Jo Ann's helpless young body.
Now Rita's anxious mouth slowly moved down the young girl's legs and wave after wave and ripple after ripple of lustful pleasure moved with it. The outer part of Jo Ann's upper thigh was licked, kissed, and caressed. Then the outer right calf was kissed. The working tongue left a trail of wet fire down the entire outer part of the girl's shuddering leg. When it reached the soles of her feet, it began working its way up the smooth inner passageway of loin leading to the far-off cave of cunt, already visible.
Jo Ann lay on her back, her body as rigid and unbending as a railroad tie. No longer did she feel the simmering heat from the bench. She felt nothing external, totally overpowered by the internal sensation of lust that overwhelmed her until she abruptly became aware that her head was thrown back and her fingernails were digging into her own scalp.