The older woman's educated mouth continued inching its way up higher… higher… higher, moving ever so slowly toward that ultimate juicy goal. Tiny whimpering sounds of pure rapture fought their way from the depths of Jo Ann's constricted young throat. Nothing, nothing any man had ever done had ever felt as beautiful as this. Rita's left hand slid along her tantalizing golden inner thigh until it brushed against the still-bare nest. The touch of the older woman's hand on her vagina brought a birdlike cry of rapture bubbling from the wanton depths of the young girl's throat. Nothing, but nothing had ever felt quite so beautiful before. Then Rita's hand was doing something… the thumb and forefinger parting her inner labia… and then…
Jo Ann screamed long and loud in the soundproof sauna the first time Rita's tongue, like hot summer lightning, flicked against the seething lips of her seething vagina.
"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee… yes… yes… yes… don't stop… don't stop… oh for the love of God… don't stop… more… more… don't ever… ever stop… please… oh please… please… please… "
Rita's tongue needed no urging, nor did the older woman need directions as to what to do. The oral digit moved as if it had a life all its own as it licked at the crack like a thirsty dog lapping at a pool of water. Then the hot tongue penetrated through two well-lubricated layers of vaginal lips. It brought a moan of tantalizing delight from the helpless Jo Ann. The tongue began moving back and forth as if it were a short, limber, throbbing and pliant prick. There was more to come at this point for even as Rita worked her tongue up and down the vaginal canyons, her fingers were pulling at the younger girl's clitoris. Then the finger on her other hand tentatively returned to Jo Ann's rectal pucker and tried to enter again. Surprisingly, this time it slid all the way in to the second joint before the young blonde was even aware the finger was inside her. Then she began moving the finger in a sideways motion to enlarge the opening. A moment later her finger was jammed all the way up to the knuckle of the otherwise closed fist. The finger made wild circles and then was joined by a second digit seeking entrance.
"Wow! Oh yes… yes… yes… don't stop… don't stop… " the beautiful young blonde girl was begging.
Her gasp came from the furthermost reaches of her inner soul, and then, without warning, the orgasm struck as it had never hit her before. Everything began collapsing about her. She was tumbling end over end through dark space, falling toward a hot, boiling sun of sensation. All around her were comets and meteors flashing wildly all madly rushing toward the center of that universe, namely her vaginal core. She became aware she was screaming exaltations to her own inner body as if she were a witch presiding over the boiling cauldron of her vagina. Her hands and reached down and had cruelly grasped Rita's brown hair as she was actually banging the older woman's face against her young groin as if trying to cram Rita's nose, tongue, cheeks, and head all into the inner maelstrom of hot, creamy liquid that was spurting from her cunt with as much power as sperm shot from a man's cock. Her legs and feet beat a maniacal tattoo on the wooden bench as her pelvis undulated like a pile-driver, going completely out of control.
She shouted as her body wriggled and writhed madly. She came never before, and continued coming until she was certain the orgasms were on an unbroken string that would never end.
But end they did, and she fell back on the bench, barely conscious. She was aware of Rita sitting up and then leaving the sauna for a moment. When she returned, Rita had brought some fruit juice, and she propped the girl up and made her drink, saying, "You'll need strength, dear girl, for now it's your turn to do things for me."
Chapter 9
With each succeeding sexual experience, Jo Ann was becoming more and more sure of herself. What she had done with Rita had assured her she was attractive to women as well as to men. Now she no longer thought in terms of timidity. Now it was merely a question of finding a right man, a different man, and letting him know she was more than willing to put out for him. But at the same time it occurred to Jo Ann that she ought to be able to use her body for some kind of profit. Hell! She was a whore! There was no two ways about it. Why not get paid like one! There were probably plenty of people, males and females alike, who would have loved to have gotten their hands on a young girl like her.
She lived in a small suburb, and as a result she had to be doubly careful. She had to find some way of making certain she didn't pick up some kind of venereal disease, and she realized, to do that meant she had to bed down only with the most discriminating men.
Joe Cortone seemed to be such a man. Joe Cortone was a thirty-year-old lecturer who went from school to school, lecturing on different subjects. He was highly respected wherever he went, but Jo Ann remembered the last time he had come to Colton. A lot of the kids had tried getting his autograph afterward, because he had lectured on the effect of electronic games and the possibility of their being used to sharpen the minds of students who had otherwise been "ordinary". Since the kids loved to play those electronic games, and since Joe Cortone had pointed out all the positive aspects of the games, he had become somewhat of a hero to all the teenagers. As a result, they had crowded around him in school after the lecture for his autograph, He had signed a few, and had gotten into a rented car and had driven off with one of the female teachers who was there ostensibly to show him the sights.
Now that Cortone was returning to give another of his semi-annual lectures, Jo Ann was hearing strange things, and not from the kids, either. It seemed Cortone was somewhat oversexed, and Miss Selden, the female teacher who had gone with him, had described, in glowing terms the wonderful night she had spent with the man, to some other female teachers.
She had done all the describing in the first-floor girl's bathroom. The teachers had gone in there for a quick smoke following the last class, and Miss Selden, a short, somewhat pudgy brunette, had told three other female teachers about what a blast she'd had with the lecturer. She told the others he had latched onto her because she'd had such a baby face, and the man had this fetish for young girls, though he was too smart to try anything with an underaged girl.
The Colton Inn was a large, lavish motel famous for its discretion more than anything else. Joe Cortone stayed there whenever he came to Colton because no one ever asked questions.
Everyone winked when the Colton Inn was mentioned, and young girls were warned to stay away from it. Until recently, Jo Ann had been unable to understand why. Now she knew if she were to go near the place, if she moved carefully she stood a good chance of not being seen, if only because just about everyone there didn't want to be seen, and as a result stayed in their rooms for the most part.
After telling her parents she was going to the library to study, Jo Ann, at six-thirty, following a decent dinner, left her home and took the bus into downtown Colton. Once there, she walked carefully to the motel, and after making fairly certain she wasn't seen, she moved to the rear of the motel, found the steps, went up to the fourth level, and went looking for room four-forty-four. She found it with no trouble and listened with her ear pressed to the door for a moment. Nothing! But then, the rooms were fairly soundproof.
She knocked and waited. A moment later, the door opened, and there was Joe Cortone. He was in his undershirt and had his pants on, and had just finished washing his face. He had a towel pressed to it for a moment and murmured, "Yeah," before pulling the towel down and seeing Jo Ann.
Then he said, "You gotta be one of them high school kids. Whyn't you wait until I give my lecture before you start hounding me for autographs, honey. But come on in, and I'll give it to you, anyway."