In spite of the teachings of so many worldly wise people, ignorance is definitely not bliss. This was something Jo Ann Blame found out for herself in a hurry. The fact that Jo Ann was an imaginative girl aided everything considerably. Her parents, being the highly moral individuals they were, had kept her ignorant, which turned out to be the worst thing possible, because Jo Ann was the kind of girl who had to know.
But then, this is the way most parents are with their daughters, overly protective, shuddering at the thought of their young girls becoming sexually involved with the opposite sex, unaware that even though it is the female of the species who bears the consequences of an illicit affair, the female is no less desirous of knowing than the male. That Jo Ann was fortunate enough not to face such consequences had nothing to do with knowledge on the girl's part, nor had it to do with care on the part of the various males with whom she became involved. Rather in this case she was simply lucky, and nothing more.
Wouldn't it have been wiser for Jo Ann's parents to have explained things to her simply, concisely, and while not necessarily fornicating in front of her, nor, for that matter actually strutting around naked before her, they should have carefully educated her so that her curiosity was not piqued. But if, after learning, Jo Ann still wished to indulge, she would have been better equipped to face the world of sexual pleasure. Risks need not have been taken. The fact that this particular girl was fortunate is not reflective of the many teenage girls who become pregnant out of wedlock each year, and if this book advocates one thing, it is the necessity to lift everyone from the abyss of ignorance, male and female alike, so that both sexes can take preventive measures and secure their enjoyment that much more surely.
CHAPTER ONE
The most imaginative teenager at the high school in Colton, Indiana, was Jo Ann Blaine. It was this imagination that had made her the leading ing�nue in school plays even though it was her first year in the high school. It was this same imagination that kept Jo Ann from doing well in the practical subjects such as math, geography, and languages, while she excelled in the various English courses.
If Jo Ann went to the movies, when she emerged, in her mind she was the heroine on screen. She had, in fact, sneaked into an R-rated movie, and for the first time had witnessed simulated intercourse, and all the way home, she dreamily saw herself as the woman on the bed being poked into by the handsome hero.
Once at home, a small two-storey attached home on a street similar to countless other streets in the neighborhood, Jo Ann had to watch herself because her parents were very strict. They had done their best to guard her from anything having to do with sex, though once she had started high school it had been all but impossible for the young teenager to be kept ignorant of how babies were made, and the good feelings that went with it, so that so many girls in high school were already performing the ritual even if they were in no mood to accept the consequences.
At night, in her bed, Jo Ann listened to the silence coming from her parents' room and imagined what was going on in there. Unlike other young girls her age, Jo Ann was quite willing to accept the fact that her parents still "did it!"
One night, certain her parents were indulging, she had left her bed and had sneaked into the bathroom, silently shutting the door, and had put a glass to the bathroom wall which was against the headboard her parents' bed, and she had listened to them whisper as they had gone about gratifying one another.
That night, she returned to bed, the words still in her head, and in her overactive imagination, her father was coming into her bed. Not that her father was that great to look at, but he was experienced when it came to sex, and Jo Ann was certain a man like her father would make it feel good for her right from the beginning. Her imagination was so vivid, that she fell asleep thinking about what it would be like to be fucked by her father. Naturally she would not be able to use the word "fuck" when with him, but in her own mind there was nothing wrong with the word. It described perfectly the action of sexual intercourse. In her mind, sex was performed the way she had seen it simulated on the screen. So in her dream, she was lying on her side, her left side, in bed. Her ears, in the dream, picked up the sound of the shower going, and she knew her mother was in the bathroom.
Then he was there, his hand reaching out and touching her small, forming mammary. In her dream she almost jumped out of bed as his hand caressed her.
"Hush!" the man hissed. "I've been lying on the floor beside your bed just waiting until your mother went to the bathroom. Move over a little and let Daddy in."
Daddy looked so much taller and thinner in her dream. His naked body seemed baby like and hairless, except for the thorn bush at his groin. The penis was somewhat obscure, since the girl had never seen an erect male organ in her young life.
"Be quiet, Daddy," she warned. "Do be careful."
His hands, large and strong, caressed her young body, and her heart leaped at the touch of him as the rattle of water in the shower sounded much louder than it ever had in real life since she was at the other end of the hall from the bathroom.
Her father slid beneath the sheet covering her, and he began kissing her girlish body, running his hot tongue over the hard, swollen nipples and biting tenderly on the slightly swollen mounds, themselves. The girl rolled herself against the man in her dream, and he lifted his face to her. She shuddered as she felt the imaginary penis press itself against her body. In her dream, it felt like soft velvet, totally lacking the hardness that would have been necessary for penetration. The texture was smooth.
Her lips were pressed against her daddy's ear, and she whispered in it, "Do you shower with Mommy?"
"Sometimes," her dream father replied.
"How does she shower?" the girl wanted to know. "Does she soap herself all over? Does she cover those big breasts of hers with suds? Does she coat her groin with soap, too? Mommy's not like me down there," Jo Ann continued. "I haven't started growing hair down there, even though I'm shaving under my arms. Is Mommy really hairy in her crotch?"
"Yes, darling," her father whispered in her ear. "Thick brown hair, all springy and curled like a sponge. Now be quiet because we don't want mommy to hear us ... "
"Didn't you do it with her today, Daddy?" Jo Ann asked in her dream.
"No," her father replied. "Your mother is a school teacher, and she's always in a hurry in the mornings. Besides, we don't make love all that often anymore. It's not like when we were young, and it was all so new and thrilling-like when we were first married."
"But I'm young, Daddy," she insisted. "Do I thrill you the way Mommy used to when you were first married?"
For an answer she felt his hand move between her thighs, though it felt suspiciously like her own hand, for when she had been awake, Jo Ann had often stroked her vagina. The girl lifted her right leg and let it lay on top of her father's left leg. She gasped as she felt the velvet length of what was supposed to be his penis move into her, and in her dream it was much like the pressure of her own middle finger. Like her own middle finger, it only went as far as her hymen, then stopped. But then, in her dream, his penis wasn't any longer and was unable to reach any deeper. The organ was not only inside, but seemed to be rubbing lengthwise along her slit, as well.
So good! Jo Ann thought, feeling her clitoris stimulated as it had been when she had rubbed it with her own fingers.
So this was fucking. This was what it was like to enjoy sex. In a way it was disappointing because it was so much like masturbation, but masturbation felt good, and so did this. The more she had, the more she craved. She wanted her daddy's cock locked inside her so much, she was willing to risk her mommy's wrath to have it.
In her dream, water continued raining in the shower stall in the distant bathroom, and through the walls, Jo Ann imagined hearing her mother hum as she washed herself.
Her father's soft, velvet cock continued to stroke, both in and out, and she clamped her labia around it all the more firmly. When she had started masturbating a few weeks earlier, Jo Ann had discovered it enhanced the feeling when she tightened her muscles that much more, and over a period of weeks had developed her vaginal muscles without realizing it, until they were stronger than the muscles of most experienced whores. Now she tried urging the imaginary penis deeper as she wiggled her tight, tiny ass, helping to seat it that much more firmly inside the oven of her cunt. Reaching down, she wrapped her arms around her daddy's buttocks, sliding one arm beneath him, and the other arm over him, marveling at how slender his waist was, when all the other times she had seen it, it had been somewhat corpulent. Ah, his adorable penis was buried as far into her as possible, sliding hungrily in and out of her vagina, their pelvic mounds crashing together again and again as she snuggled her father's cock even deeper into her.
"I'll bet Mom is rubbing soap all over those nice big breasts of hers right now," she murmured. Then she said words she had heard her mother say when she had been listening through the bathroom wall. She said, "Slide that hard organ into me, Daddy. Just think, in the bathroom, Momma is standing naked, taking a shower, and water is running through her cunt lips while your crotch is tight against your daughter's daddy. She doesn't know we're fucking, does she? She doesn't know that her very own daughter is taking her husband's prick inside her belly. She trusts you because she knows you've never cheated on her before, Daddy."
"That's because I never wanted to cheat on her before," her dream father whispered. "But with you, I can't help myself."
"Fuck me more and more, Daddy," she gasped.
"So good," the man in her dream whispered. "You're so soft and snuggly inside. I love the feel of your young, flat belly sliding over me this way. I love screwing you, Jo Ann. I want to go on doing it. You have the best, tightest, hottest little pussy in the whole world and your daddy loves it. Now that I've fucked it once, I have to go on fucking it again and again."
"Yes, yes, yes," Jo Ann murmured, rolling her hips and working her flat belly across her daddy's hard stomach.
Her mind remembered seeing photos of male statues with small penises resting against the sac containing the male testicles, and so in her dream she imagined that sac now slapping against her thigh. The cock, which she had called hard, but which her mind was unable to accept as anything other than soft velvet, continued pistoning slowly in and out of the tightness of her virginal womb, somehow or other stroking her clitoris the way the heel of her hand did when she pushed her finger into her vagina.
"Do you really like my cunt?" she asked timidly.
"I love it," he whispered. "I adore it. I'll never get bored with this wonderful little pussy. I can no more get bored with it than with the blue of the sky or the warmth of the sun, or life, itself. Why honey, you're cunt is the most important thing in the world to your daddy. I adore it, I worship it, and I want to fuck and fuck and fuck it again and again."
"Hush, Daddy! Fuck it all you want. Fuck your little girl to your heart's desire, but do it quietly because we don't want mommy finding out, do we?" In her dream, forbidden words were being emphasized.
The lovely girl hiked her crotch a little bit more, drawing it back, then riding the forward thrusts of her daddy's soft velvet as she felt it steadily fed into her narrow center again and again. Wanting to feel it more, she clamped her muscles all the more tightly around it, gyrating her lovely hips so she would be able to feel the glorious pressure created by that softness all over the inner glove of her clamping vagina.
Waves of carnal passion rode through the young girl as never before, and she rocked her small, tight ass, while pressing her firm young breasts into her daddy's hairless chest. Her hands clung to the flat cheeks of his equally hairless buttocks, clinging to them and pulling him all the more powerfully into her heaving vagina, grinding and hunching.
The words hissed out of her as she felt the need to use forbidden words even more. The sounds came sibilant and low between her clenched teeth: "Oh, you beautiful fucker, you. My wonderful daddy is fucking me with his hot, hard cock. Come on, Daddy. Fuck your little girl's tight cunt. Oh, you sneaky little cunt-stealer, you ... do it to me, Daddy ... shoot that wonderful stuff in you into me, and let me know you've come. Ooooooohhhhh ... I can't stand much more of this ... I'm going out of my mind, daddy ... ohhhhh ... you're the most wonderful cocksman in the whole wide world. Now!"
His sperm came bursting forth, roaring from the head of his penis, and in her mind it was like warm water blasting from a hose, not in bursts, but in a steady wash, inundating the walls of her shuddering young vagina, making her all hot and wet inside. It was eager semen, semen that belonged to her daddy, but it was as thin as her own oils as it splashed ecstatically into her.
Jo Ann's cunt sucked on the soft velvet, and that was when her own orgasm rose swiftly. Having trained herself to come quietly, she did so now, bucking back and forth on her bed.
That was when she realized she was alone in the dark. Her orgasm had once again been self-induced. Her daddy had not been there. No one had been there. She had fingered herself in her sleep, while dreaming.
Now her body was sapped of all energy, and the lovely girl slowly fell into a deeper sleep-a sleep wherein she didn't dream. Totally relaxed, she slept through the night.
The next morning, when she awoke, she realized she had given herself the best climax she's ever had, but it still wasn't good enough. She wanted more ... needed more. It was time for her to stop dreaming and to become sexually involved with the opposite sex. But her dream haunted her, and though she knew she would never be able to convince her father to fuck her, she also knew she didn't want to be "stuck" by some inexperienced kid who didn't know what he was doing. She had to start out with a man.
CHAPTER TWO
Jo Ann was quite aware she was a beautiful girl. As she stood before her mirror the following morning, totally naked, looking at her body, she was certain she had all the attributes a woman needed to make herself desirable.
The young woman was five-feet, one-inch in height, and would probably grow a few inches more. She had honey-blonde hair, long and straight, it fell down her back to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were a soft blue and she had a tiny, upturned nose with a heart-shaped pucker for a mouth. Her neck was long and slender and she had soft, gently sloping shoulders. Her skin had a natural light tan to it, giving her a healthy look. She had small, firm breasts that were still growing. Each breast had a rosy circle at the end, and in the middle of the areola was a puckered pink nipple. She expected that one day her breasts would grow as large as her mother's. Her mother had C cups, but her breasts stood up nicely even now. At the moment, Jo Ann had A cups, but she was confident. Her rib cage was very narrow, and her waist even narrower. She still had boyish hips. Though her mother's hips had a wide flare to them, Jo-Ann had the feeling where her hips were concerned, she took after her father's side of the family, and would have that slender young-girl look about her hips, like her Aunt Celia, her father's sister. Her buttocks were small enough so that a man with a large-enough hand would have been able to span the two of them. The cheeks were tight, round, firm, and smooth. Her thighs were also firm, very slender, leading to slim calves that might one day flower a bit wider. Her ankles were very trim, and she had naturally small feet inherited from both sides of the family.
It was Monday, the first day of the work week, and it only being April, Jo Ann knew it meant school for her. Her mother taught in elementary school, and her father worked in some kind of law office. He was a lawyer, but he never went to court, doing all the research for others in his firm. He was a contented man, never having had the desire to argue a case in court, anyway. He was paid more than enough because his research was extremely thorough.
Because her mother was involved in extra curricular activities in her elementary school, the older woman didn't come home until almost five. Her father came home after six, if then. So Jo Ann had been given a key to the house to let herself in with the promise that she would never allow anyone else inside the house with her.
But today, Jo Ann had no intention of going straight home. Monday, her last class was over at one forty-five. She had a lunch period and two free periods following, and sometimes she hung around the school, while other times she just went home. But today was going to be different. Today, Jo Ann had determined in her active imagination, was time-enough to become a woman. After the dream she had enjoyed the previous night, she had decided she wanted to be fucked.
Jo Ann knew who the lucky man would be, too. Oh yes, he would be a lucky man. She had no illusions about that. Any man who fucked her would be lucky, not only because she was so beautiful-which she was-but because she would throw her heart and soul into it and make it as good for him as she expected him to make it good for her.
She slipped into her red skirt and white blouse. At her age, she wore while socks and black patent leather strap shoes without heels.
After having breakfast, she took her schoolbooks and lightheartedly went to school. She had a little tricky negotiating to do, but somehow she had the feeling she would pull it off.
The dean of boys at her high school, Dr. Evan Joseph, was in his mid-forties. The man was about six feet tall, had shiny black, straight hair, deep brown eyes, and one of those rugged masculine faces she often read about in the romance novels her mother continually brought home. Dr. Joseph was a bachelor, but a careful man. Jo Ann knew he went out with a lot of the female teachers-even some of the married ones-and though there was never any proof as to what the man did with them, nor was there any doubt in the minds of anyone who happened to see him with one of the teachers.
Jo Ann had inadvertently found something out last Friday, and she intended putting it to good use. There were senior girls, girls who had flunked their last year in high school and didn't want to flunk again, who made "deals" with Dr. Joseph. These girls inevitably were in the good Doctor's English class, and when it seemed as if they were on the verge of failure again, the man called them to the office of the dean of boys where he spoke to them privately.
Oddly enough, the dean's office was right next to the girls' first-floor bathroom. Though the school walls were very thick, whoever had designed the heating system for the school had given the same vent to the private office of Dr. Joseph, and said bathroom.
During the winter months, the vents were wide open, and Dr. Joseph never interviewed girls in his office at that time. But as the spring came on, and the heating system was shut off, the vents were also closed.
The vent in the girls' bathroom was in the wall in the last stall on the left. It was the least-used stall in the bathroom, if only because most of the girls didn't like taking the long walk. On rare occasions, such as when there were proms of basket ball games, and the girls crowded in en masse, then the last stall was used, but otherwise, almost never.
Jo Ann had a fetish about being sanitary, and as a result, having discovered no one used the last stall for the most part, always used it, herself. Thus she discovered that the janitor had somehow forgotten to shut the vent when he had turned off the heat. As a result, she had been barely able to make out sounds coming through the vent the previous Friday. Standing on top of the toilet seat, she pressed her ear to the vent and listening, she heard, "I'm willing, Dr. Joseph. My folks think I'll be out on a date tonight. I'll wait for you on the corner of Fourth and Carroll. There's no one there after six in the evening."
"Fine," she heard Dr. Joseph's voice say. "I think we can give you some coaching and help you pass English this year."
"Do I have to have the coaching, too?" the girl's voice was heard to ask.
"It would look good if you knew a little bit about what I'm teaching in class. Don't worry, Marilyn, I promise it won't be too taxing. The coaching is just for effect. However, after tonight, your passing grade will be assured."
Jo Ann's vivid imagination immediately went to work. She knew precisely what was going on. Dr. Joseph was making one of his illicit appointments with one of the senior girls.
Hurriedly leaving the bathroom, Jo Ann lingered outside the office of the dean of boys, and sure enough, a few minutes later, Marilyn Kase, a girl who had been left back in her senior year the previous year, came smilingly out of the office. She was a pretty-enough girl, and it was well known she liked fooling around with some college boys, so it wasn't as if the girl was making some kind of big sacrifice. Heck! In all probability, Marilyn was getting the better of the deal of the way around.
Jo Ann was in Dr. Joseph's elementary English class, it being her first year in high school. She knew Dr. Joseph had a free period after the class he taught with her as a pupil, and she decided that would be the best time to talk to him. It was her last class of the day, Monday.
Somehow she managed to get through the other classes, though more than a little impatient, and she was even more impatient as she sat through Dr. Joseph's class. Because of her imagination, she was one of his better students, especially when it came to literature.
When class was over, she noticed the dean, as always, lingered behind to clean up his desk. She waited until all the other students were out of the classroom and then walked over to him.
"Dr. Joseph?" she said, looking up at him with those big blue innocent-looking eyes.
He smiled at her, nodding, and said, "Jo Ann?"
"I was wondering if we might talk privately for a moment."
"Certainly," he nodded. "We're alone. What's on your mind."
"No, I mean really privately," she insisted.
"Oh?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Then he teasingly whispered in a conspiratorial voice, "Would you prefer to come to the office of the dean of boys?"
"No, sir," she replied, shaking her head. "That isn't private enough."
"Come now," he smiled in his adultly superior way. "That room has been soundproofed."
"Not completely, doctor," she insisted.
"Oh?"
"I don't want to risk being overheard at all ... "
"What makes you think the dean's office isn't soundproofed?" he asked.
She leaned forward, and he, smiling to himself, accommodated her by leaning down as she whispered in his ear, "Marilyn Kase."
He looked startled for a moment, but instantly regained his composure. Nodding, he asked, "What class do you have this period, Jo Ann?"
"It's my lunch period," she told him. "Have you ever eaten lunch at the restaurant on the other side of the park?"
"No," she admitted.
"A lot of kids eat there, and so do a lot of the faculty. I was on my way there just now, and I was wondering if you'd like me to drop you off there."
"I can't afford ... "
"I'll loan you a few dollars," he said, somewhat grandly. "You can pay it back when you get it."
"All right," she nodded.
"Come along," he said, and she followed him as he went to the dean's office. Poking his head in, he called to his secretary, "Miss Carroll, I'm going to The Pub for lunch. Can I get you anything?"
"No, sir," Jo Ann heard the secretary reply. "I should be back in a half hour," he said, then shut the door, and with Jo Ann walking beside him, he walked out of the building, smiling at students and faculty alike. Not even the senior girls thought anything of it, because those who had enjoyed an evening of pleasure with Dr. Joseph knew how careful he was. He would never fool around with jailbait, and so it figured that he was simply heading in the same direction as the young honey-blonde, and was therefore giving her a lift.
They got into the man's car, a late model Chevy Citation, and he began driving slowly. Instead of heading directly to the restaurant, he drove toward Main Street. The car's windows were up, and he had music softly playing on his FM stereo radio.
"Now," he said, "what's this all about?"
"I'll be direct and to the point, Dr. Joseph," Jo Ann said, her heart hammering wildly. "I want to make sure I pass English this year."
"Jo Ann, what are you talking about?" he snapped. "You're an 'A' student and you know it."
"Nevertheless, like Marilyn, I want to assure myself of getting that highest possible mark ... "
"Cut it out," he angrily retorted. "You're just a kid. You have a lot of years before you begin to so much as think of something like that. You ought to be ashamed ... "
"Dr. Joseph, I'm still a virgin," she said blandly. "To be frank, I find being a virgin very uncomfortable, at best. But I'm not going to find some inexperienced jerk my own age, or even a little older, and let him fumble around with me, hurting me. No, it has to be someone who really knows what it's all about. I decided it has to be you."
"Don't be ridiculous," he insisted. "There are laws ... "
"I don't care about the laws," she insisted. "You're smart enough to find a way around them. Besides, no one has to know except me and you."
"You and I," he corrected.
"See," she told him. "I have to make sure of my 'A'."
He looked at her, aware for the first time that though her body was young, her conniving mind was more intelligent than many of the girls he had laid over the past few years. Admittedly, she had a hot little body, and the idea of scoring with a girl this young had always been a secret obsession of his. Until now, he had always controlled himself, satisfying himself with the older students and the female faculty members who appealed to him from time to time.
"Suppose I refuse?" he asked. "What are you going to do?"
"Me?" she asked. "I wouldn't do a thing. But I also won't tell you how I found out about Marilyn Kase and you, and how others, in the future, might find out about other affairs you might have."
It was a kind of negative blackmail. She wasn't threatening to expose him in any way, but at the same time he knew if she had found out about himself and Marilyn Kase, there had to be some kind of leak somewhere. Marilyn wasn't the kind of girl to blab about it, and neither was she the kind to talk in her sleep. There was definitely a leak, and Jo Ann was hinting that if she had found out, it was possible for other girls to find out, and worse, for parents to find out. His career as a teacher and dean might come to an abrupt end.
True, he would always be able to stop it all by merely no longer bedding down with all those luscious girls. But the prospect of losing his variety, of having to possibly marry and settle for just one woman was definitely not very appealing. Shrugging, he nodded, saying, "Spell out your terms, Jo Ann."
"I want to lose my virginity," she told him. "If possible, today. You help me, and make it good for me, and I'll tell you how I found out about Marilyn Kase. Okay?"
The car had stopped at a red light, and he looked at her. She looked so tiny, so innocent, so absolutely beautiful sitting there. Under ordinary conditions he would have considered it a shame to even think of violating such loveliness. But she was the one making the terms, and that being the case, he was able to let his id out a little more and actually enjoy the prospect she was putting forth to him.
"I have one more class today," she told her. "There are no more faculty meetings, so I'll be free in about an hour-and-a-half."
"You'll do it?" she asked.
"I'll do it," he nodded. "But you have to understand there are no guarantees. I'll do my best, but it might not be good enough."
"As long as you do your best," she nodded.
"Do you know the bus that runs along Carson Avenue?"
"Yes," she nodded.
He took out two dollars, handed them to her, and said, "At the end of the next period, go to the bus stop, take the bus to the last stop. Get off the bus, and at the corner, turn right and walk for two blocks. You'll come to a small alleyway that runs between the two streets. The buildings on either side of that alleyway have no windows on that side, so no one will see you. Go into that alleyway stand on the small curb to the "de. I'll be along as quickly as possible."
"Yes, sir," she nodded, thinking, at last, at last it was going to happen.
CHAPTER THREE
She was waiting in the alleyway when Dr. Joseph's car came and picked her up. Her heart was thumping as she slid in, and her skirt scooted up to reveal the golden tan of her tantalizing young thighs and the soft, almost imperceptible down above the knee. Though she had no pubic hairs, oddly enough, she had a fine lint on her upper thighs-too fine to be noticed unless a man had his face right against her flesh. Instead of yanking her skirt down, the lovely girl let it ride up another couple of inches as the teacher's hand fumbled with the ignition key. She saw him staring in hot-eyed desire at her legs and knew she had him. To herself, she thought, I may be uncertain about what to do, but this is one man who will teach me in a hurry.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked.
"I believe in absolute comfort when indulging in something like this," he told her. "A car is not the place to fool around, nor do I believe in motels where unwanted presences can suddenly make themselves known. Now, what about your parents?"
She explained to him about her mother's working late at the elementary school, and the fact that her father never came home until six. He looked at his watch and said, "It's two-thirty. We'll have an hour and a half, which should be more than enough time if you're to get home before your mother."
"Aren't you driving me home?" she asked.
"And have the neighbors see my car in front of your house? No, I'll make certain you get home safely, but I won't be the one taking you home. When indulging in something somewhat illegal, as this is, no matter how pleasurable, we must take steps to make certain we're never found out. This is why I had you take the bus to the alleyway," he said.
He drove through the alleyway to the other side, then made a sharp left, and soon was on a small road Jo Ann knew nothing about.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"In a suburb of Carlson," he replied. "Carlson is just next to Colton, and a nice, quiet place."
He drove for less than ten minutes, pulling off onto a second road, this time a dirt road. He drove for a hundred feet before they were surrounded on both sides by large hedges. Then he made a sharp left, bypassed one small house with a picket fence, drove across barren ground, came to another house, drove around the side, and pressed the button on an automatic garage-door opener.
"This is home away from home," he replied. "Unless you drive a car and have driven here at least twice by yourself, it would take an uncanny sense of direction to find this place."
He was right, because Jo Ann knew she had no idea where she was. He drove right into the garage, and as the garage door closed, a light went on.
He helped her out of the car and they walked into a small kitchen that was used very occasionally. He led her past the living room and directly down the hall to the large master bedroom. Ushering her inside, he said, "Under normal circumstances, if you were older, and I was the one doing the seducing, and I knew you had time, I would make drinks, cause you to relax and be nice and comfy. Unfortunately, time is working against us, and so you'll excuse me if I hurry things a bit."
"Sure," she nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed as he sat beside her, putting an arm around her. She automatically snuggled against him, feeling very comfortable even though she really didn't know the man at all.
Jo Ann's heart was beginning to pound all the more rapidly, and she freely admitted to herself that she was not only anxious, but frightened. She was taken totally by surprise when the man bent his head and gave her the first lover's kiss she had ever known, planting it smack-dab on her mouth. It was not a very arousing kiss as far as Jo Ann was concerned, nor was it enjoyable since he seemed to be hurrying everything. He did say they had an hour and a half. Gee! There must be an awful lot to learn in that time.
A moment later she felt the pressure of his tongue parting her lips, and she decided she liked that a little bit more. In fact, it was downright exciting. The man's probing tongue eeled around in her mouth, titillating her, causing little sparks of electricity to go off inside her-sparks she had never felt before. His tongue wrapped itself around her own lingual digit, taking total possession of her oral cave, rubbing the roof of her mouth as it established its authority.
Slowly Jo Ann opened her mouth in response to what the man was doing, and little by little her tongue came awake and responded, fencing somewhat unskillfully with his own tongue, but probing at it, nevertheless.
Dr. Joseph pulled her shoulders forward, then turned her so that she was cradled in his arms with her legs up on the bed. She gasped as she felt the weight of his right hand move slowly to her left breast. It felt so different when a man touched her than when she touched herself. It was so much better-a thousand times better, and titillating bits of static buzzed through her entire nervous system.
She continued to respond orally, kissing him strongly, thrusting her breast at his caressing hand, letting him know she wanted more. Emboldened he began expertly massaging her young, swelling breasts. She made no effort to stop him and so he lifted his hand and undid the top button on her blouse, then the next button, and soon had her blouse open. All the while she continued kissing him, writhing against him, responding as his hand reached behind her and undid her brassiere. Then his expert fingers slid inside and cupped her tiny breast, the fingers pinching the nipple and making her gasp.
She finally eased her young lips from his and stared at him, asking, "You won't stop, will you?"
His breath was already coining in gutturally hoarse gasps as he said to her, "Once a man gets started on something like this, Jo Ann, it would take one helluva lot to make him stop."
She was silent for a moment, smiling to herself with the knowledge that her young, as yet not fully matured body was enough to arouse this man, and she nodded, saying, "Thank you."
There was only one light on in the room, a small lamp plugged into a wall socket attached to the light switch, and in that dimness she saw the desire in his eyes. Sitting forward, she slipped her blouse from her arms, then allowed him to pull her brassiere off and toss it on the floor where she would find it, later. Boldly she leaned back a little, thrusting the small golden globes of her breasts, with their pink nipples at the man. The tiny breast points were already erect, making a direct accusation of their condition to the one at whom they pointed. She lay against his arm, then lifted her breasts with both hands, small as they were, as if offering him two apricots to appease the hunger she had caused to be built in him. Not even in her dream had Jo Ann done anything like this before. Not that she was the kind of girl to feel embarrassed at something like this. Still, it made her feel good to know she was having this kind of effect on a grown man who had played with all manner of women ranging from eighteen probably up into their sixties-because it had been rumored he had once been seen with Miss Prudence, a seventy-year-old spinster who until that time had been rumored to have been a virgin all her life. Just what had transpired between the dean and Miss Prudence was never really known, but the woman who had always looked somewhat uncontented before was now walking around wearing a wide smile, and rumor had it she had put the dean in her will for a large chunk of her estate when she died.
Jo Ann had been nervous at the start, but now that things were getting under way, she was surprisingly calm. Although the man was far more experienced than she, she felt a sense of superiority growing with the knowledge that her body was capable of arousing him. She was certain she would be able to arouse just about any man.
Something was happening inside her body. She felt it. There was an excitement she had never known before, a throbbing in her veins and a pounding in her chest. Her throat felt dry, and there was suddenly the blossoming of a pulse between her thighs.
Jo Ann had never felt more alive in her life. Yet, there was that feeling of incompleteness, a longing for something new, different ... something she was unable to define.
The dean placed his hand on her bare, small sensitive breast, and she felt static electricity charge through her as never before. Nothing she had ever experienced had felt so pleasurable before. She was unable to believe it. It was fabulous! Fantastic! Wonderful! All the self-touching in the world was incapable of making her feel what she was enjoying at this moment. God! It was utterly breathtaking.
The lovely young girl groaned low in her throat as Dr. Joseph lowered his head and kissed her throat, Then he kissed her lips again, his tongue washing through her mouth as he captured a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pressed. Sizzling bursts of lust, like blasts from a machine gun, charged through her young, quaking body.
He was breathing harshly as he kissed her, and she found her own breath matched his in harshness. He pulled his mouth away from hers, and she felt an overwhelming sense of disappointment as he seemingly tried shoving her lovely body from his, off his lap. But the let-down was short lived as she realized he wasn't shoving her away, just making her back off a little so he was able to lower his mouth and put it where his hand had been playing. Surges of rapture charged uncontrollably through the lovely young blonde when she felt his lips seeking, and finally finding her breast. The soft suction, the gentle nibbling on her sensitive nipple made all previous feelings fade into total insignificance.
"Hunh ... unh ... anh ... oooonh ... ohhhhhh ... " she moaned aloud, aware that here, in this isolated house, she wouldn't have to hide her emotions or keep her shouts of joy hidden. Surges of ecstasy roared through her quaking body as she moaned, "That's wonderful ... that's wonderful ... oh, yesssss ... that's so wonderfulllll ... "
Now he was seemingly trying to swallow her entire breast, and because it was such a small breast he really had no trouble. The powerful suction of his mouth added to the pressure of the rough, hot edge of his tongue as it washed against her nipple repeatedly was driving her completely out of her mind.
Jo Ann was so completely lost in what she was feeling, what she had prompted and initiated, it came as a surprise when Dr. Joseph's hand moved with a certain sureness between her tender young thighs beneath her skirt and touched the soddenly damp material that was the crotch of her bikini panties. Instinctively, she clamped her thighs tightly together, trapping his firm hand. The teacher, aware of her reaction, knew she wasn't frightened, but needed to get used to his hand, and for the moment contented himself with merely a gentle rubbing. Jo Ann gasped, aware this was one man who knew what to do and the right way to do it.
When the older man shifted his body, Jo Ann suddenly became aware of something unusually hard, long, and thick throbbing against her arm which now was pressed into his lap. She felt the anxious little thrusting movements of the man's abdomen, and suddenly realized this was the man's penis, his cock! Good gosh! It was a lot longer and harder than she had ever imagined. Was it possible he actually fitted the full length of something like this into a woman? If so, was she, a young girl, capable of taking it, too?
As she thought about it, wondering about the next progression in their physical relationship, she abruptly realized something was happening down there between her tantalizing thighs. The teacher had inserted his strong, long middle finger between the elastic of her legband and her body and was pushing the finger deeper so that the ball of it was rubbing against the bare flesh of her pussylips. His finger slid up the length of her pink slash, touching her clitoris, and a ten thousand-volt shock coursed through the young girl's quivering body. Oh God! So this was what it felt like. It was so wonderful she felt an inner sense of anger at her parents for hiding it all from her. Out of defiance, then and there, she determined she would learn anything and everything there was to know to further her education in this field. She had to know ... everything! She had to indulge in everything!
Without her being aware of it, her legs had been parted that much more by the experienced teacher. She didn't resist when one of her legs slid off the bed onto the floor, leaving her virtually spread-eagled, with her virginal crotch open, unprotected, defenseless and incapable of resistance-not that she had planned on any.
A raging forest fire had been kindled between her thighs and was spreading as if a hurricane was blowing it through a maze of trees that had not been touched by rain for months. The fire would roar totally out of control unless she was able to keep her mind clear and concentrate on something else.
The professor's mouth was trying to totally devour her small breast. She felt his teeth pressing into her soft flesh. It was almost painful-not quite, but it was thrillingly arousing. God! It was beautiful! That tender pain was shoved into the background of her consciousness as her vaginal flame ignited as if gasoline had been poured on it, moving like a prairie fire through her virginal territory. Vaguely she wondered how it was possible to feel so totally aroused without reaching an orgasm. God! She wanted to climax-she needed to-she had to ... either that or she would die. She was screaming in her mind, Harder! Don't stop! Keep going! Harder! Do anything, anything! Just put out the blazing fire in me ... make the feeling burst open ... make me blow up ... make me come!
His finger played her body the way a virtuoso played a delicate musical instrument, not yet plunging into her tight little tunnel, but rubbing across the vertical smile of her lower mouth as if the digit was a bow and her body was a Guamerius violin being used by an artiste playing The Flight Of The Bumble Bee. The desire built in Jo Ann to such heights, she found breathing all but impossible. But it didn't matter to her. Nothing mattered to her, nothing at all!
Then, abruptly, with no warning whatsoever, just as those wonderful storm clouds in the center of her body had started building into delightful thunderheads-clouds that would bring the cooling rain to douse that raging torment within her-the dean stopped completely.
He was panting heavily, as if he, himself had run a cross-country race. His strong, vibrant body was trembling, and the grinding motions, the see-saw movements of his lower abdomen had grown so overpoweringly strong it almost caused pain to her ribs. The man's saliva was running down his dry, constricted throat as he attempted to swallow.
Admittedly the man was aroused. He had never thought it would be this good with such a young girl. Sure he had wanted to try one. Every man, at one time or another had the hots for a pretty young thing. Hell! In Asia and Africa girls younger than this one were already married. He had never thought he would have the chance to make it with this gorgeous young thing, and even when she had all but blackmailed him into it, he had been certain that while it might be fun, it would, in all probability never approach the kind of enjoyment he had gotten from the older girls. But he had been wrong. He had felt the need for her fill him up, and he realized she was no less desirable, in fact, probably more desirable, than any of the other girls and women he had known. He also knew that a good part of it was attributable to the girl herself, and not just her youth.
Jo Ann felt his entire body trembling. His hand was shaking like that of an old man suffering some kind of shaking disease as he took her hand and placed it on the bulge of his penis throbbing beneath his pants.
Well, there it was. At last! She was clutching a man's cock! This was the moment for her to find out just how great everything was. She had come this far, and she had to go the rest of the way and discover everything for herself. Her voice was low, a soft whisper as she murmured, "Dr. Joseph?"
"Yes, Jo Ann?"
"Teach me! What do you want me to do?"
For a moment he was so lost in the pleasure of feeling her small, girlish hand squeezing his cock, he merely sat there open-mouthed and panting as if he didn't understand. The man seemed lost in a daze of total passion.
"Please ... Dr. Joseph ... show me ... please ... darling, ... " she used the word carefully, not wanting to offend him ... "I've never done anything like this before. I told you. I wanted you to be the first. So show me everything that has to be done."
The man gulped as he came back to his senses. Then he shifted her lovely body slightly to the right and she felt his hand fumbling with the zipper on his trousers. The metal teeth whispered as he continued fumbling a bit more. Then, very suddenly, she felt the hot, hard length of solid flesh almost burn against her bare back. The dean tugged her youthful body toward him and his tongue dredged deeply into her mouth. As he kissed her, he once again placed her hand on his phallus, only this time she was touching it with no clothing blocking it. The instant she touched it, Jo Ann was certain this was not the same object she had felt confined inside his trousers. It was much too large. No man alive was capable of keeping something this long, this thick, and this rigid inside his pants without it being visible when he walked. She squeezed, and the dean groaned.
In her mind, she thought back concerning the sounds she had heard in her parents' bedroom, recalling hearing her father say something about "squeezing it hard." She must have been overhearing him tell her mother to squeeze his cock hard. This was the dean's cock, so she tightened her fingers around it. This made the man groan with undeniable pleasure.
She tugged with her fist, and surprisingly she felt the outer casing of skin move-soft and pliable in spite of the hardness it surrounded. Like the scruff of an animal it moved with her tugging hand. She felt the hard ridges beneath the skin, and the penis itself was pulsating as if it were a long heart.
"Unnnnhhhh ... aaaaannnnnhhhhh ... yesssss ... that's it, little girl ... you have the rhythm ... aaaannnnhhhh ... " he panted out loud.
She began moving her hand rapidly back and forth, and as she did so, she became aware of the fact that the organ was getting both, thicker and harder. At this point Dr. Joseph was making no attempt whatsoever to fondle her or kiss her. He simply lay back on the bed, propped up on his elbows, his mouth hanging laxly open, looking like a man on the verge of passing out.
Jo Ann's arm, wrist, and hand were beginning to tire of this vigorous exercise, especially considering the awkwardness of her position. She stopped her stroking for a moment in order to seat herself more comfortably on the bed, and as she did so, she was surprised to hear the man groan in what seemed like near-pain, sounding as if he were strangling, "Don't stop now, you little bitch! Keep going ... go on ... "
Jo Ann was well aware that her own satisfaction was very much dependent on her pleasing this man, and she so desperately wanted to please him. Finding a slightly more comfortable position, one she was able to achieve and grab his cock with either hand, she switched to her left hand and continued tugging on the massive length of cock, this time able to look at it as well, and be nearly awestruck at its dimensions. Within seconds, she had regained her earlier rhythm, and she saw his testicles also sticking out of his fly, the sac bouncing up and down against the zipper, Reaching down with her right hand, she cradled the weighty balls, aware of the smoothness of the skin in spite of its wrinkly appearance. She was panting as she pulled, moving lower and lower until she was kneeling in front of the bed on the floor, her face over his body at belt level. Her chin was mere inches from the swollen purple head of the great throbbing organ, and she was able to inhale the musk coming from him. Each upward tug on his penis seemed to jack her head down the minutest fraction, bringing her countenance that much closer to the cock.
The excitement was once again building uncontrollably in Jo Ann as she discovered that doing was as much fun as being done to, as she realized a good part of her inner excitement stemmed from the knowledge that in bringing him pleasure she was exercising a measure of control over him, and for this short period of time, she was the ruler, not he. The idea that she was able to gain control of this man so easily added fuel to the fires of her own inner arousal. The internal blaze was roaring totally out of control by now, unstoppable, uncontainable, seeping through the hidden gullies in the depths of her womb and belly. Oh God! She wanted to feel that cock inside her! Yes, yes, she had come here to be fucked-wanted to be fucked-had to be fucked. She wanted anything ... anything at all ... just as long as the inner fires were finally put out.
As the head of his bobbing phallus came closer to her girlish lips, it seemed to swell monstrously. The tiny little opening in the center of the mushroom like head had expanded until it looked open enough to fit the eraser on the back of a pencil in there. The dean, staring at her, knew what had to be on her mind at this point, and decided to make it up for her. Balancing himself on one elbow, he reached out with his other hand, cupped the back of her head, and tugged her lovely girlish face closer to it, saying, "Suck it, Jo Ann, suck it!" His voice was a frantic plea.
For a brief moment the beautiful young honey blonde was revolted at the mere idea. But if this was what he was asking her to do, then it was obvious it was something others had done-it was one of the many, many things she had to experience. Her mind raced back to the moments when he had been sucking on her breast, licking her nipple, and she recalled the deliriously enjoyable feeling, and she felt the need to return the favor.
Obediently, she bent her head and opened her little puckered mouth. She wanted to ease it in slowly, to savor the texture of it and taste it, but the dean gave her no chance. He shoved her head down, cramming the thick log of flesh all the way to the back of her mouth. She thought she was going to choke, and her fist gripped the base of the huge organ and squeezed, shucking her fist up and down as she lifted her face and sucked on the head. But the man wasn't content with her lips around the coronal ridge. He had to have every last little bit of cock inside that delightfully seething young mouth. She gagged as, with a savage movement which almost caused the head of his organ to butt against her tonsils, he pushed her face down, and unable to control himself, the man shouted.
Her mouth was suddenly bloated with hot, spurting thick white cream that shot repeatedly from the tip of his penis like a never-ending gusher. The white oil was quickly swallowed to keep her from strangling. She choked and continued gulping, but he was shooting too much too quickly. When his hand left her head, she lifted her face and took her mouth from the spurting organ in time to get a face full of sperm. The spewing white fluid hit her on the forehead, splashed against her cheeks, spattered into her eyebrows, spat against her chin, and spotted her nose and lips. Some of it fell against her neck and dripped down onto her breasts, and one drop hung from her nipple like a milky drop of perspiration, though it never fell.
"Oh, hell!" the man muttered when he had recovered from it, somewhat. "Jesus, look, Jo Ann, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. It's just that you affected me so strongly, I went totally out of control."
He fell back, lying on the bed with his legs hanging over and his feet on the floor, his limp penis lying against his open fly, still oozing more white oil, itself covered with the sperm she had been unable to swallow. He was breathing hoarsely, uncontrollably, and the penis slowly deflated until it was no larger than an oversized, very wrinkled sausage. His hands tightly gripped the bedcover, and slowly, little by little his breathing returned to normal. For the dean of boys it had been an unparalleled experience. This inexperienced young girl had blown him better than any female he had ever known.
Standing, Jo Ann found a box of tissues and used the tissues to wipe the come-cream from her chin, face, and forehead, as well as her throat and body. The stream of hot liquid from Dr. Joseph's cock had in no way put out the raging torrent of flame in her own vagina. They roared unabated through the virgin forests of her young body, burning desolately in the far reaches of her vaginal wilderness.
Sighing, Jo Ann instinctively believed the fun and games were over as far as the teacher was concerned. Her own inner fires would continue to flare higher. The man had come in her mouth, but she hadn't felt resentful about it. Oddly enough, she had even liked the taste-a little. She supposed it was a good thing she had been able to bring him some relief. After all, she had conned him into this, and she was the one to blame for their being here. She had ignited him higher, faster, and farther than he had aroused her. But dear God! Internally, she was on fire, and she felt like screeching and crying. She ached to dig her fingers into her vagina and claw the orgasm out of her. She needed it ... needed it so badly.
All these thoughts raced through her mind as she finished using the tissues on her face and body, wadding them up and throwing them into a nearby wastebasket.
"Just give me a few minutes," he told her getting to his feet.
He went to the bathroom, and she heard him emptying his bladder, after which he washed his groin carefully to rid itself of the stickiness adhering to it. When he emerged from the bathroom again, he had removed his own clothing. He was totally naked. She had to admit, he looked good. His body was firm, with some slight hair on the chest, a fairly flat belly, and strong thighs. His cock continued flopping flaccidly between his legs.
He tugged the coverlet from the bed, then lifted her up and made her lie on it. He lay down beside her, and kissed her very gently, making the desire in her intensify even more. His hands wandered over her, touching her ultra-sensitive breasts, tweaking her pointed nipples, making her aware of how painfully sensitive they still were. But God! It did feel good! He had her lying full length on the bed now, his hand stroking her flanks.
She lay there with her eyes tightly shut for the moment, waiting for something else to happen. She felt him lean down and take her shoes off, but he left her socks on. His fingers ran over her legs again and again, and when she finally opened her eyes-lo and behold-that thick, beautiful prick was beginning to swell all over again. It did so slowly, obvious in need of additional stimulation. At the moment it bounced up and down on his thighs, twitching like the tail of an angry lion about to leap on its prey.
The totally naked man reached down, undid the zipper on her skirt, and yanked it from her slender form. Then he pulled her sodden panties off as well, and she was as naked as he.
Once again Jo Ann was all ablaze inside, but she was frightened, as well. She feared he would once more lead her to the brink and then leave her dangling.
He was on his knees now, moving closer to her as she lay there, his penis once more approaching her face, its semi-flaccid state letting her know it needed her oral stimulation if it was to once again become the proud spar it needed to be to bring her the kind of pleasure she had been anticipating. She lay there, eyes wide, staring, a helpless bird being confronted by a huge cobra. The snake was coming closer, closer, closer ... by now almost a familiar charade. He wanted her to suck him again, damn it. Even so, she opened her mouth to receive it.
Abruptly, with the first oily, saline taste of his organ, hot and throbbing against her tongue and palate, she wanted it all over again. Fear left her. This time she had the feeling she would indeed be satisfied.
At that moment the teacher made what, to Jo Ann, seemed to be unusually awkward movements. He was kneeling above her now, but his ass was facing the headboard and his feet were on either side of her head as he, himself faced toward her own feet. The beautiful young girl had to tilt her head back somewhat to keep the massive instrument locked in her mouth. As she sucked eagerly on his cock, he slowly began lowering his buttocks, driving the pulsating rod deeper and deeper into her mouth. The head touched her gullet-opening, and after pausing for a moment, slowly, strongly began forcing its way inside. Jo Ann thought she was going to choke. Little gagging noises came from her mouth. She had to place her palms flatly against his hipbones in an attempt to push him away to keep from strangling. But before she had a chance to push him away, she felt the first gentle kiss of his lips, hot and strong, against the wet opening of her love-starved cunt.
Insanity took hold of Jo Ann. Her mind whirled with glorious sensation as the dean's tongue began slithering through her aching slit. This had to be the single most glorious thing the beautiful young girl had ever experienced. She moaned as ripples of wanton pleasure spread throughout her body, and when his tongue applied itself to her extended clitoris, she was ready to hit the ceiling with delight, His tongue moved from that extended bit of nodule through her slash, across her perineum, and lapped at- her anal opening, licking quickly like the tongue of a thirsty dog. Suddenly the man changed technique and his lips became a sucking vacuum cleaner at her tantalizing vagina. For a moment she thought he was going to suck all her internal organs from her body. Then his tongue was forcing apart the fleshy, hairless lips of her lower body, widening the wet furrow between them. Without further ado, the man drove his tongue into the seething depths of it, and she tried screaming in delirious joy, but with the cock locked in her gullet, all she was able to do was moan. She clamped her soft, young, warm thighs tightly against both sides of his moving head. She felt the pressure of his ears against the soft flesh of her inner loins, and she gurgled out a, "Ggghhhaaarrggh!" when, in a moment of passion, the man nibbled away at her ultra-sensitive clitoris.
Jo Ann reacted instinctively, attempting to give him even more pleasure with the pressure of her own tongue, but his huge cock was outlandishly thick and much too long. It was a pile driver, banging uncontrollably in and out of her mouth. She was making gasping, gurgling noises. In fact, she was choking. It was impossible for her to take it any longer. She felt herself suffocating. Soon she would die. Her fingers clawed anxiously at his flat buttocks in an effort to make him pull his cock out, but she had no nails, and thus the pressure of her fingertips digging into his flat, almost hairless back cheeks only egged him on until his cock was buried so deep in her narrow throat that his pubic hairs were pressing against her chin and his balls were covering her nostrils.
But by now it no longer mattered because things were beginning to take place in the depths of the girl's cunt. The tip of his working tongue was circling the quiveringly erect clitoris. His mouth continued to suck, pulling the soft, warm folds of her inner vaginal flesh against his bared teeth and into the burning cave of his anxious mouth.
Jo Ann was completely at the man's mercy, totally lost. But she was a love slave willing to die from this kind of love. Nothing existed for her at the moment but the flaring fire in the seething depths of her quaking cunt and the sausage of pleasure delving that much deeper into her throat. Her back was an arched bridge as it bent upward toward the dean's eager lips. Her feet slammed flatly against the mattress repeatedly, making it shake, but she didn't feel any vibrations, and then, incredibly, that which she had been seeking was taking place. It was an explosion the magnitude of which was incredible to believe. It was the most indescribably beautiful thing to ever happen. She gargled as she came, her voice totally blocked because of the thick phallus continually clogging her pretty little mouth.
Her legs flew wide apart, kicking this way and that as the convulsions began in her interior and spread through her abdomen to her chest, and then radiated from her extremities. The contracting muscles of her innermost sex spat out great gouts of lubrication, hitting him in the face and he hurried to suck and drink as much of it down as his hungering mind became aware of how unbelievably clean and delicious the little girl was. He was unable to remember when he had last encountered a girl who made a point of keeping herself as clean as this young girl.
He continued hungrily licking, and she continued spasming, one orgasm mounting on top of another. But the beautiful young girl felt a sudden sense of disappointment when the man finally pulled his cock from her mouth. Even as she lay there, totally senseless, overpowered by the rapture that had swelled through her, she reached out with her hands, trying to grasp it with the hope of once again returning it to her aching mouth. She sought it like a blind, unweaned calf wanted its mother's udder.
But the phallus was gone for the moment. The man had moved his body away from her. Was this all? Was this the way he would end it?
It seemed unfair. She had come here to lose her virginity, and she didn't want to settle for oral sex, no matter how good it was.
Opening her eyes, she looked at the man who was now kneeling on the bed, panting, staring at her. His face was oily with the secretions she had shot into it. For the moment she had no strength to talk to him, to tell him what she wanted. He sensed it, and rising from the bed, left the room.
For the moment she assumed this was it! No more sex! Her ears picked up the sound of him pottering around in the kitchen, and if she'd had the strength, she would have gotten up and gone in there and begged him to return to the bedroom and complete the satisfaction.
A few moments later he returned with a cup of steaming instant black coffee, He sat beside her on the bed, helped her to a sitting position, and held the cup to her lips, saying, "It's not the best-tasting stuff in the world, but the caffeine will stimulate you and help you regain your strength."
Regain her strength? For what? She looked at him, wondering what was on his mind, then shrugged and leaned forward, sipping the coffee. He was right about one thing. Black, unsweetened coffee tasted like garbage. God! How was it possible for people to drink that garbage? Shrugging, she took another sip; then another, closing her eyes, feeling it flow through her, and in a little while, she felt her strength beginning to return.
CHAPTER FOUR
When she had finished the coffee and had rested a few moments more, feeling renewed energy pour into her young body, the young girl was aware of Evan Joseph decisively pulling her slender legs apart after her coffee cup had been put down on the nearby nightstand. He lifted her knees, putting her feet flat against the mattress, and when she opened her eyes, the handsome man's countenance was next to hers. He kissed her, this time savagely, not like an older man kissing a younger girl; but a handsome lover kissing the woman he adored. For the first time her mouth tasted the sweetness of her own vaginal honey from his lips.
Gradually the older man moved on top of the lovely young girl and covered her soft, small, slender form with his own. Now she felt the hardness of his awesome masculine instrument between her thighs, where only minutes earlier she had thrilled to the delightful pressure of his probing tongue and kissing lips. This was it! She was about to be fucked! Really fucked! And by a man who knew how! The knowledge made her heart pump faster and her lungs breathe more swiftly. She felt herself tensing, preparing, not knowing what would happen. Then the probe parted her vaginal lips, and it occurred to her that it felt different from anything she had ever previously known. It wasn't at all the way it had been in her dream. Even so, she ached for it to happen.
She wanted to feel what it was like to have a man inside her, and did her best to relax, forcing herself to loosen the tightness in her abdominal muscles. For a moment she thought she had been successful, then felt the pressure of the probing phallus as it widened the vaginal opening in an attempt to enter, and she realized this time she wasn't feeling the pleasures of before. This time, even lubricated, she was feeling discomfort, and then the head of the penis popped into her. It was actually inside her, but there was no real pain, none at all.
Jo Ann was surprised. She had assumed something as thick and as long as that monstrous pole jutting from between Dr. Joseph's thighs would have caused her agonizing pain. After all, she was so tiny between her legs. But-but ... why this wasn't really painful at all. She was being internally stretched somewhat, but the hot flesh, hard as it was, was somewhat like the smooth velvet she had felt in her dream. It felt absolutely wonderful.
The dean, clever enough to know not to press too hard too quickly, contented himself with gently moving the head of his cock in and out of the slippery moistness of her interior opening. Abruptly, the girl became aroused all over again as the last glow of her earlier orgasm dissipated in the seething temperature generated by this new fire swelling within her. She felt his hot, hard flesh moving inside her like a restless, caged lion, pacing back and forth as it were, now and again withdrawing and rubbing the thickness of itself against her hot slit. It was maddening to her. More, it was beautiful. She had to feel more of the organ. She wanted to know what it was like to have him deeper inside her. She wanted to know the wonders her mother felt when her father fucked the older woman. More, she wanted to feel the marvelous sensation she knew this man was capable of imparting to the different women with whom he had made love.
Her hips twisted a little as she dug her heels into the mattress and she pleaded, "Fuck me, Dr. Joseph. Fuck me hard!" She rammed her pelvis higher against the invading cylinder of bubbling blood and rigid muscle.
The man didn't answer. Rather he merely continued his teasing movement, pressing it in a little, then tugging it out, not hurrying, and no longer worried.
"Please ... please ... " Jo Ann begged. "Give it to me! Push it all the way into me ... oh, please ... please ... do it!"
The man responded by leaning down and kissing her. Then he took a deep breath, and a moment later, pushed a little deeper into her. The entire head, corona, and a bit more was now inside her, stretching her, making her feel additional discomfort at this point. It felt ... good ... and yet ... her tiny little inner vaginal tube seemed to be stretching. She was thinking of asking him to stop when suddenly he stopped kissing her and raised his head, a look of concentration in his eyes. She knew the huge organ was about two inches into her, give or take a fraction of a millimeter, and she wanted more. But once again he pulled it back, until the very tip was poking into her and his glans had withdrawn. Her vulva opening clamped down on the little bit of tip left inside as if trying to cling to it. She had to have it, she just had to have it.
Her body moved in cooperation with his. As he moved down, she dug her heels into the mattress and lifted herself. Once again he stopped at the same point he had stopped the last time, and this time, though she was being stretched, there was less discomfort, and once more the excitement thrilled her. She was quickly adjusting to his cock as his look of concentration remained. Her tiny little vagina was capable of accommodating his unbelievably huge cock, after all. She moaned in the depths of her throat. She wanted it all again-all-every last little bit of it.
Convulsively, the lovely young girl splayed her legs wide, pressing her feet flat into the mattress for leverage, and using both hands, reached forward and gripped the cheeks of his ass, digging her fingers into it as she propelled him inward with a hard, violent thrust. The gigantic monolith was plunged in very suddenly, ploughing through her hymen as if it had been made of wet tissue paper, sinking its full length all the way in until every last little bit of it was buried in the depths of her narrowness and she was awareness of the weighty testicles, like wrecking balls, slapping against her asscheeks.
"Aaaaannnnnggggghhhhh!" she shrieked as searing, white hot flame tore through her innards and pure, raw torment thunder clapped through her.
She felt as if she had been ripped apart by a lightning bolt of pure, raw energy. She was dying in agony at the moment. Nothing, nothing in her entire life had ever been this painful, and nothing had prepared her for this horror. She shrieked repeatedly, and an apprehensive man smothered her screams by kissing her .with his mouth and swallowing them into his own throat.
Jerking, twitching, shaking, Jo Ann attempted to throw him off as she squirmed her body from side to side. She kicked, she leaped, she twisted, she wriggled, trying to butt him with her head as her fingers clawed his back. She tried every which way to pull her impaled vagina away from the lance of agony that had been thrust into it. But each movement served to heighten the torment, lengthening his penetration within her. Filially, out of breath, out of strength, she lay perfectly still, unmoving, her muscles as tense as steel cables, her helpless body quivering like a bird caught in a net. It was hopeless. There was no escape. She was pinned to the bed like a butterfly pinned to a card.
Save for his attempts to keep her from screaming her lovely young head off, the dean had made absolutely no movement since she had forced him to sink his pole-axlike cock into her simmering center. He was buried to the balls in her seething girlish cauldron, and to Jo Ann the length of it was such she was certain the head would be protruding from her mouth at any moment. Tears streamed down her beautiful face.
His eyes were locked on her face and he was smiling at her as he spoke, his voice hoarse with the guttural desire he felt now that he was locked into her. "You have your wish," he told her. "You're no longer a virgin. I would have been far more gentle if you had allowed me the opportunity. I saw right from the start how tight you were, and how much trouble I was having getting into you. I wanted to be more careful and gentle about it, but you were the insistent one. You should have allowed me to handle the whole thing and it would have been considerably less painful, dear girl."
She sobbed, still feeling the pain, her face red with shame as she said, "'I didn't want you to think I was going to chicken out."
"It's done now," he said, his voice a reassuring whisper. "You've felt the worst of it. From now on, the pain will lessen and the pleasure, the real pleasure, will begin." He lay there above her, his weight on his knees and forearms, unmoving for the moment.
"A-all right," Jo Ann nodded, feeling a modicum of security at the reassurance in his voice.
Oddly enough, in the last few moments everything had started changing for her, not just physically, but in every way. She somehow felt more mature, more adult. Her unwanted virginity was lost and gone forever. Thank heaven for at least that much. Now she wondered just what was supposed to happen next? How was she supposed to receive the thrill of a lifetime from his penis? What was she supposed to do? But even as she thought all these things she became aware of the fact that the pain within her was definitely lessening.
The man's hard, swollen cock was twitching involuntarily, and she became very much aware of the fact that he was definitely locked inside her. Oh there was no question about that. Earlier, when she had shouted to him about her wanting all of it-all inside the narrow stricture of her seething center-she had no way of knowing precisely what "all of him" meant. Now she knew! She knew with a vengeance. He was deep, really deep. There was no way for him to be any deeper. If he had another yard of cock he would not have been able to sink it any deeper. The head of his throbbing penis was pressing firmly against her back-wall, causing pressure even if there was no actual pain back there. She was able to feel the glans pulsating away as if the penile head actually had a beating heart inside it. The agony was still there, but it was a mere echo of her earlier torment. Her narrow little feminine tunnel felt crammed and stretched completely beyond its capacity.
And yet? Yet?
Jo Ann felt one sympathetic, eager little inner muscle beginning to respond in the depths of her vagina. As if the man's cock had attuned itself to her cunt, she felt the answering throb from his organ. The solid, muscular shaft jerked again, then again, and her vagina instantly responded with a tight vaginal contraction which brought a moan of delighted pleasure from him. Somewhere in the sump of her simmering self she felt her abdominal and vaginal muscles, muscles she had unwittingly developed when she had fingered herself, moving against the full length of the hard penile shaft. She felt him ... oh yes, she definitely felt him inside her ... all of him ... and now that she was able to clear her head of the pain and concentrate on the feeling itself, Jo Ann realized it. was far more beautiful than anything she had ever dreamed or imagined. The center of her being was down there, and every sensation in her body seemed to spring from the core of her. She was even aware of his stiff, curly pubic hairs scratching against her own naked pelvis and the smack of his weighty balls against the tiny pucker of her anus. The sensation was becoming more and more pleasurable with every passing moment.
Jo Ann began experimenting with movement as she had often done when she had fingered herself. It was mostly muscle movement in the tight cheeks of her lovely young ass as well as along her sleekly slender inner loins. She tentatively dipped her pelvis the littlest bit, and the rod locked inside her slipped out a little. Unh! It hurt-but just a little.
Dean Joseph was willing to let her take the initiative at this point ... at least for the moment. She timidly pushed up with her pelvis and the hot, thick length of fleshy sword sank back into its membraneous scabbard all over again. Yes, that hurt, too ... or did it?
Abruptly, Jo Ann realized a lot of the pain was now in her mind. She dipped her abdomen again, and once more the hot, hard rail of flesh slid slightly from within her. No, no real pain this time. Forgetting herself for a moment, she eagerly pushed up cautiously, and she groaned without wanting to. Yes, there was definitely some remaining tenderness down there. To compensate, Dr. Joseph instantly pulled his cock back a little.
This time she was more careful as she thrust her pelvis upward, and to her delight, the pain was almost gone. She pulled back, then pushed up, then pulled back, then pushed up. The little movements continued for a few minutes, each one a bit less discomfiting than its predecessor. Now the oils from her previous orgasm, mixed with his remaining saliva and the blood from her broken membrane, formed a strong, oily-based lubrication, and she soon found herself being able to take a thrust of somewhat greater length. Slowly ... gently ... carefully! Thrust-withdrawal, thrust-withdrawal ... a little more this time ... a little more ... a little more until she discovered she was taking half the length of his organ in and out of her fleshy tubule.
"Easy," the man whispered. "Nice and easy does it, and you'll love it that much more."
Her body was slowly returning to its former peak of delight. Jo Ann felt the far-off reverberations of ecstasy in her tiny breasts and upper abdomen. The throbbing spear of the dean's weighty penis was moving in and out of her youthful body in time to a rhythmic cadence only the two of them were able to hear. Most of the pain had totally disappeared. There was that velvety feeling in her little womb now, and it was far more electric than she had ever imagined. The feeling grew until lightning arced its way across her nerves and ganglions to short circuit her centers of reason and sanity in a shower of savory sparks the like of which not in her wildest imagination she had been able to dream. Nothing mattered now other than the male-female cock and cunt.
Jo Ann began wildly rotating her lovely young hips, jerking them from side to side. She rotated her seething tunnel around that deified instrument of tantalizing thrills. Her seething vagina paid homage by acting with a mind of its own, saluting the savage cudgel that internally battered it from within. Her strong vaginal muscles had tightly enclosed the phallus, caressing it and massaging it, aching to keep it locked within her-not wanting it to ease back even for a moment, now.
She was being fucked! Fucked! FUCKED!!! What was more she loved every last little bit of it. By some incredible kind of osmosis, her vagina seemed to be trying to actually ingest his phallus. Her body was attempting to pull him, all of him, every last inch of his entire body inside her through the narrow vestibule between her slender thighs.
The tempo began to increase. Little by little the dean's hard cock began withdrawing more on each backstroke until it had almost its entire length out of her each time before slamming right back in through those suddenly tight, hairless lips of her cuntdom. The cavern of her pussy engulfed him more and more easily, and yet at no time was there a lessening of the wonderful resistance that made what they were doing feel so right to both of them.
Jo Ann sensed what was happening down there. In her mind's eye she was able to visualize it even though she had never seen a hard cock stroking into a cunt before. She saw the thin, pink ridges of her inner labia clinging lovingly, puckeringly to the massive penile pole as it withdrew and she screwed her tight, round, lovely little ass into the mattress. Then there was the entry-that fiery re-entry of the fleshy rocket ship as if coming from cold, lonely outer space-pushing the soft, carmine folds back into her. She "saw" the dean's glistening penis like a long, thick, cylindrical all-white Roman candle disappearing into the seething, fuming depths of the succulent cave between her widespread thighs.
Now it was time for the dean to take charge of the situation between them once more. Jo Ann was more than happy to let him do so. Whatever pain she had initially felt was completely forgotten. No agony would have been able to make headway against that exquisite velvet explosion building up inside her. Like a matador expertly wheeling his red cape, his motions superbly moved and headed her to that point she had intuitively been seeking ever since she had discovered sex.
She was coming closer to that all-important blastoff, but it wasn't close enough. She egged the man on to deeper, more rapid thrusts. Her fingers dug into his buttocks and she wantonly pulled the full length of his mighty organ into her narrow channel, filling it completely.
Yes, yes, she felt herself approaching it now. It was all so unbelievable. Her body was being taken over by some exterior force. Her humping thrusts become that much more urgent, and she was aware of her mouth hanging open in a grimace of lust and ecstasy. Her tongue was pressed firmly against her lower teeth so that it bled from the underside. Her small breasts hardened, the nipples darkening and looking ready to fall off. The first far-off rumblings of a powerful earthquake began quivering in her womb. She speedily hurled herself against Evan Joseph's hard cock, a marlin attempting to dislodge the hook that had been thrust deep into her. It was now ... now ... now ...
"NOWWWWW!" she screamed, and her back arched up high off the mattress, and her knees came together like a powerful metal vise-clamped firmly around the man's buttocks. Her hands reached around his thighs and grabbed for his dangling scrotum, pressing it all the more firmly against her anal pucker. It was as if she was actually trying to push his testicles into her rectum.
She threw herself forward and back as if she were being jackhandled. Her body twitched uncontrollably. Her feet and legs pounded against the ass of Dr. Joseph and her head slammed against the pillow. She made loud gasping sounds as her tongue almost fell into her throat.
The convulsions of desire continued, arid through it all, Jo Ann felt an exaltation that was far greater than any religious fervor felt by die-hards. It raged through her nerves, her muscles, and her flesh. Above everything else the paramount thoughts was, "Never before had anything been so beautiful." She wondered if it was possible for It to feel this good ever again.
But she was wrong, for eve as .she was in the throes of her first vaginal orgasm, she felt the professor's penis grow larger and larger inside her. It seemed to fill her inner self like some hot, hard, expanding balloon. It throbbed once, twice, three times, and then the first blast of his ejaculation seared her interior, and a whole new string of climaxes were set off within her like Chinese firecrackers. The sperm was lava that completely filled her young female cavity, filling her to overflowing so that it oozed out and ran down her ass.
He stayed inside for the balance of the time they remained together, and after, washed her very carefully before washing himself.
"You have the best cunt I've ever known," he told her, "and this was only your first time. I wonder how you'll be five years from now."
CHAPTER FIVE
That night, as she lay in her bed, Jo Ann thought about being rid of the unwanted membrane within her. Though there had been pain, it had been well worth every moment of it, because the thrilling desire she had enjoyed had been incredible. The dean had been unbelievable, and so, after, she had told him how she had found out about him and Marilyn Ease. She realized that by telling him, she was also cutting him out of her life again, because he was the kind of man who never used any female more than once, no matter how good she was. In reality, it wasn't a bad idea ... and she thought about doing the same thing, in reverse. Never letting herself get involved more than once with any one man seemed like a great idea.
But who? Who should be the next male?
Obviously, after using a man like Dean Evan Joseph, the thought of using her father was totally out of the question. She wanted a lean, hard, handsome man with the stamina of youth. Sex was extremely important, and she didn't want to waste her time fucking with just anyone.
The next day, Tuesday, as she wandered around the school from class to class, she allowed her eyes to linger on the various seniors there. By now, a few of them ought to be fairly seasoned fuckers. The only remaining question was, which one?
Her first choice was a big blond Nordic type by the name of Ollie Pederson. She watched the tall, muscle bound senior whenever she had the opportunity, and was considering approaching him by the end of the day. But her last class on Tuesday was gym, and she arrived earlier than the other girls to suit up. Because she was earlier, she got there before the previous gym class, the senior girls, completely let out. As a result, while she was in one locker aisle, getting into her gym clothes, she overheard girls in the next aisle talking, and Ollie Pederson was the subject. It turned out that Ollie had been playing around with one too many of the older girls, and had contracted a social disease. The girls giggled about no one wanting anything more to do with Ollie. So Jo Ann prudently crossed Ollie off her list.
She continued listening, and learned there were only two or three really discreet males among the seniors. Two of them, Ralph Phillips and Frank Holcomb, were going steady. The third one, Chris Weller, didn't have any kind of steady girl, but the other girls avoided him because he had this bad habit of getting drunk.
Well drunkenness might have been bad as far as the other girls were concerned, but as far as Jo Ann was concerned, it was perfect. After all, in spite of the fact that she was a very beautiful girl, no senior would want to fool around with her when sober if only because there was so much action his own age and he didn't have to worry about statutory rape. Drunkenness, according to the other girls, had made Chris occasionally "go soft."
Jo Ann was certain she had just the cure for that. There was nothing like young, fresh meat to get a man's cock stiffened all over again, even if he was drunk.
So following her gym class, Jo Ann quietly went in search of Chris Weller and found him hanging around outside a bar about three blocks from the school, guzzling beer. He was making lewd gestures at some passing girls, all of whom ignored him in spite of his reputation as a great cocksman at one time. Chris really didn't expect to get much action on Tuesdays, and laughed as the girls avoided him. He was half-pissed anyway, and soon intended being totally potted.
When Jo Ann sauntered by, ostensibly on her way to a candy store, Chris jeered at her as well, figuring she was such young fluff, he would never get anywhere with her, anyway. He didn't even want to.
He was therefore surprised when the lovely young blonde, instead of turning and hurrying away, or gasping, or making some kind of retort, merely stood there and asked, "Does that make you feel good, Chris?"
He looked at her, bleary-eyed for the moment, then asked, "Do I know you, kid?"
"I know you," she replied. "That's all that matters. Do you really get a big kick out of guzzling all that swill and then chasing the girls away? From what I've heard about you ... "
"Hey ... shhhhhh ... " he insisted, putting a finger to his lips as he staggered over to her. "Nice young thing like yerself ain't s'posed to talk 'bout things like that. Now c'mon, get outta here."
"Shame on you," she continued, looking at his rugged face under the dark-brown mop of hair. "Look at you. You have the build of an athlete, and you're letting it all turn soft because all you want to do is drink and make fun of people."
"Yeah, well what the hell else is there t'do when I'm on the verge of flunkin' my lit' courses. Hell! It ain't like I'm some kinda girl who can go to Dr. Joseph an' ... " then he shut up, realizing he was saying too much.
"Instead of getting drunk over it, why don't you get some tutoring help and pass the course," she insisted.
"Yeah? Well all the tutors're taken. I don't know no one can help me get through that lousy course."
"I can," she replied.
"Aw, you're fulla ... you-know-what," he shrugged.
"Suppose I prove it to you," she insisted. "Are you too drunk to think straight or ... "
"Hey, I ain't that soused," he snapped. "Awright, you prove you can help me, kid, and I'll do anything you want."
"Well, the street is hardly the place for us to talk about literature," she insisted.
He stopped for a moment, nodded, and said, "Yeah, you're right. Look, my house ain't far from here. You wanna come there with me?"
He was leering at her as if daring her to come home with him.
"All right," she said coolly, surprising him.
They walked to his house, which was about eight blocks away. He staggered some of the time, but managed to get there without having to lean on Jo Ann, and because of the walk, his head began clearing a little. Once they got there, he took out his key and let them into the living room of the small one-storey home.
He led her into a small room with a desk in it, pulled a chair beside the one behind the desk, and grandly gestured for her to sit in it. She did so, and he took out a sheet of paper from his own set of schoolbooks, showing her his term assignment. He had to read and review any three of Dickens's books. The reviews had to be three pages each, all typewritten.
"I can," he shrugged. "But who the hell wants to read something as boring as Dickens? I mean, if he'd wanted me to read Mickey Spillane, that'd be somethin' else. But Dickens?"
"I read a lot of Dickens's books," she told him. "Suppose I recite, while you type."
He looked at her, nodded, took his portable typewriter, and put it on the desk. He opened it, slipped a sheet of paper inside, and said, "Okay, smartass little girl, go ahead."
So Jo Ann began, and by the time four o'clock rolled around, they had completed a review of Nicholas Nickelby.
"I have to leave now," she told him. "I have to go home. But if you want, I'll come back tomorrow, and we'll do another book."
Unable to believe his good luck, Chris nodded, saying, "Yeh, yeh, sure thing, kid."
"Remember," she told him, "You said anything I want."
"Sure thing," he nodded, "just so long as it's not my soul, huh?"
"I'd probably do a lot better with your soul than you're doing with it right now," she told him. "But don't worry, I don't want your soul." I want your body.
The following day, Jo Ann came directly to Chris's home after school, and she did a review of Oliver Twist for him. On Thursday she did A Tale Of Two Cities for him.
"Okay, kid," he said to her. "What d'you want?"
"What time do you get out of school tomorrow?" she asked.
"Friday? I have the last period off, so I'm out by ten after two."
"Fine," she nodded. "I'll meet you here at that time, because I have that period off as well, and I'll tell you then what it is I want."
"This sounds real mysterious," he said, still looking at her as if she were a kid rather than a maturing young lady.
"I don't think you'll dislike it."
"Okay, tomorrow, about two-fifteen, right here."
CHAPTER SIX
Fridays, like Mondays, Jo Ann had the last three periods off, so she had no trouble getting to Chris's home in plenty of time. She waited patiently, and when he showed up, they went inside where she put her schoolbooks down on the desk.
"Okay," he said, sitting down in the living room. "Now what is it you want, kid?"
"To begin with, I'm not a kid," she told him. "Now remember, you promised you'd do anything I wanted."
"Yeah, yeah, sure thing, anything at all."
"Well, to begin with, I hear you were quite a make-out artist with the girls. I'd like you to tell me about at least one of them."
"Hey, you're just a kid," he muttered. "I can't talk about stuff like that."
"You promised," she softly insisted, pushing him back into his seat when he would have risen.
"Yeah, well, look, kid, it's been some little time since I scored with any chicks. I mean all that booze took its toll on me. I sorta can't ... well ... it's hard to explain ... "
"You're saying you can't get it up," Jo Ann said nonchalantly.
"Hey, come on, cut it out," he all but roared. "You're just a kid, you know."
"Well you haven't had any beer or anything alcoholic for the past couple of days," she reminded him. "I'll bet if you wanted to, you'd be able to raise cain, and I do mean a BIG 'cane'."
"That's not nice talk coming outta a young girl like you," the handsome senior insisted.
"It's about time you recognized the fact that Fm more than just some dumb young kid. I'm growing up, Christ. I want to learn. The best way to learn is to talk to someone who already knows, who can explain feelings. Now how about it?"
He sat there looking at her for a moment, then stroked his chin and nodded, saying, "Well, just so's it's only talk ... I suppose ... "
"Sure," she nodded. "I'll bet some of those girls you dated were real knockouts, huh?"
He stared at her for a long moment, looking at her lovely heart-shaped face, and then he said, "You know, kid, there wasn't a one of them who had a face as good as yours. I'll bet, when you get a little older, you'll have one of those bodies that won't quit."
"Come on," she said, sitting on the arm of his chair, purposely leaning against his arm if only to make him aware that under her jumper she had growing breasts, "I'll bet you really knew how to make a girl feel good, huh?"
Jo Ann felt the sizzling thrill run through her as her breasts became aware of the hard muscles in the man's arm. A wild thrill ran through her again and again. She felt the arousal building, building very rapidly. It was a lascivious thrill that made the young girl lean forward, her unlipsticked lips wet and parted, her eyes half-closed, her breast continuing to brush against his muscled arm as she said, "Come on, now. You promised. Tell me all about it."
Chris leaped up and pulled away from the young girl, suddenly aware for the first time he was becoming aroused, and by a kid of all things. This just wasn't right.
"All right," he told her. "I'll tell you. There was this girl I met at the bar not too long ago, a brunette. I went to her place with her and she got undressed, and well ... we ... did it."
"You mean you screwed her," Jo Ann smiled, triumph written all over her face as she realized he was perspiring.
"Yeah, I screwed her," the senior nodded. "It's just that I don't like usin' that kinda language with a kid like you. You're fresh and wholesome, not like those ... "
"Shame on you," she said. "Was she a whore?"
"Nah, she was just a kid lookin' fer a good time, and ... "
"Then you have no business calling her any kind of name," Jo Ann told him. "What she did, she did because she liked you and wanted to be with you for a little while."
"Yen," he nodded, sweating heavily as he stared at the girl, aware for the first time in his life desire for her was building higher and higher. God! What was wrong with him? Two minutes ago, she was just a kid. Now, all of a sudden, he was feeling this almost uncontrollable urge to screw the ass off her. This was ridiculous. It was wrong, dead wrong. Why the hell had he allowed her to get him on this subject?
Jo Ann was aware of the effect she was having on Chris. The wild look in his eyes mirrored the same look she had seen in Dean Joseph's eyes the past Monday. But this time she was in no hurry. This time she was the one doing the seducing. Unbuttoning the top button on her blouse under her jumper, she asked, "Was the girl any good?"
"Yeah," he muttered, staring as she walked from the living room toward the room she had come to know as his bedroom. His eyes followed her though he remained standing where he was.
She undid the straps on her jumper and Jet it fall to the floor outside his bedroom. With her foot she kicked it into the room, and stood there in a snowy white brassiere and panties, and shoes and socks.
"Did she have big breasts?"
He was staring at her with his mouth hanging open. This was impossible. She was just a kid, though he had to admit she didn't have a stick-straight body like he had supposed. He was able to see her breasts, the same breasts she had pressed against his arm, so round, so smooth inside that white brassiere. She had a nice, thin waist, and if her hips didn't actually flare out, they had a silky smoothness to them. Unable to help himself, he began walking toward her. He wanted to tell her not to do this, to get dressed and get out of here. Hell! Maybe if he kept talking long enough, he'd be able to keep from doing anything foolish. In fact, if he talked long enough he might become impotent after a while. At the moment there was nothing impotent about the hardness between his thighs. God! It was long, it was thick, and it had been so long since he had buried it in a female, his adrenal glands were pumping away insanely.
She stepped into his bedroom and he hurried after her, finding she had turned on the light in there. She was shifting her young weight from hip to hip as she asked, "Did she have big breasts? You didn't answer me."
"Now you stop that," he grunted, but made no move to try and keep her from undressing, as she finished removing her brassiere and let it fall to the floor.
"Did she look as sexy as me?" she asked, then mentally corrected herself, as I.
The young man gulped as he stared at the lovely little blonde girl. Christ! She was one sexy piece, all right, really sexy. Jesus! It had never occurred to him a kid this young was capable of radiating so much sex. Wow! She was really something, this one, really something. Her legs while not long, were slender and were beginning to develop that sexy taper, and when she turned her back to him, he saw the tautness of her asscheeks under the panties. She undulated from side to side as she walked closer to the bed. Without a word, Chris watched her go, looking at the rhythmic rise and fall of her buttocks as he hastily gulped and shut the bedroom door, afraid someone might come home inopportunely and spot them there. Not that it would happen. Both his parents worked, and neither would be come until five.
She walked over to the bed, naked except for her panties, and she lay down, assuming a sexy pose she had seen in a movie magazine once, with one leg raised and the other extended as she looked at him with soulful eyes, eyes that held him magnetically so that he was unable to think of her as anything other than a sexy female. Her small breasts were firm and didn't fall back into her chest, but stood up, the nipples pointing straight at the ceiling. Slowly she straightened her bent leg, then parted her thighs wide. He was standing at the foot of the bed, looking at her youthfully delightful body, his eyes zeroing in on her groin, plainly seeing the imprint of her luscious vagina as it pressed against the tight, white band of her panties. As he stared, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, she allowed her youthful hips to gyrate sensuously.
With a gasp the young senior male was on the bed, unable to restrain himself any longer. He fell on top of her, still fully clothed, and his hands were suddenly running up and down over her slender, willowy tan body. He was absolutely shocked and surprised because of the intensity and abandon of her sexual response. She ground her lovely hips against him and her hands pawed at his clothing, trying to get it all off him while her open young mouth kissed him and her hot tongue ran rampant through his oral cavern.
The two of them squirmed and wriggled against one another as the eighteen-year-old boy felt the considerably younger girl's hip bones jutting up. His hands continued wildly running over her body and constantly fondled her small, firm breasts, hips, and buttocks. He gasped and gutturally cried out, cupping his hand over her pouting vagina, feeling it so hot and swollen and tiny beneath the sodden crotch of her panties.
Abruptly, he rolled off her and was astonished when she leaped to her feet in order to help him out of his own clothes. Stripped to his shorts, his penis bulged beneath them, and then it was Jo Ann who fought his hands away as she forced the handsome youth to lie back while she pulled his underwear down. His penis came out springing like a mousetrap, almost hitting against the underside of her chin as it waved like a magic wand before her, hard and erect.
She tossed his shorts on the floor, then propped herself up above him on her arms, smiling broadly down at him. She allowed her breasts to run tantalizingly over his smooth chest, her small nipples all but seemingly cutting into his hard skin.
"Was she a good fuck?" Jo Ann asked, softly.
Yearning to plug himself into the lovely little blonde at this point, drunk from her presence rather than anything alcoholic, the bewildered boy asked, "Was who a good fuck?"
"The girl, the brunette, the last one who home you went to," she whispered with a tiny smile. "Tell me all the things she did to you."
As an inducement to make the young man reply, she lowered her hot, silky flat belly until her flesh was barely touching the tip of his massively upstanding penis. It was another biggie, all right. If not quite the equal of the dean's, it was more than big enough, and certainly broad enough. She slowly rocked back and forth, then up and down, applying just enough pressure as her flesh massaged the underside of his penile head.
Groaning, Chris murmured, "Hell, it was so long ago, or so it seems, what difference does it make what the hell she did?"
"None," the girl cooed. "Except that I want to hear about all the different things she did to you so I can do them better," she murmured, pushing a bare knee between his thighs, forcing them apart, then pressing the knee gently against his scrotum as she leaned forward until her small, pert breasts were pushed against his chin.
"The ordinary things," he gasped, letting his hand slide down the smoothness of her girlish back, playing along her spine, then moving down to the elastic waistband of her panties. Slowly he began tugging them down as she lifted her hips to allow him to get them to her knees, and then her ankles.
"What ordinary things?" Jo Ann persisted.
"You know!" he insisted. "You'd have to know to be this good."
"But I don't know," Jo Ann told him. "Tell me!"
"The ... usual."
"Such as?"
"You know, whatever most girls like to do," he mumbled, aflame, no longer wanting to talk, but rather to do.
"I'm not most girls, so tell me, what is it most girls do when they're with a fella," she murmured, her hot, hazy eyes filled with excitement, her burning cunt twitching with the need for cock. God! It was good, really good, and she hadn't even gotten into anything really serious, yet. It was going to be as good with Chris as it had been with the dean. She would get him to tell her what the other girl had done to him, then she would do the same things and see if she was able to do these things as well as this other girl.
He was panting, gasping, suddenly aware that this girl intended doing a lot more than talking, or even more than simple, straightforward intercourse. Whatever he told her the brunette did, she was going to do to him, and he was astonished. She was just a kid, just a kid. She wouldn't have the guts to do any of these things. But then, he would never have thought her willing to go this far. He closed his eyes. At the moment he felt as if he was being driven insane by her tantalizing body. Hell! He felt crazier than those times he had gotten drunk. It was the first time in his life he had ever confessed to having sex with another woman to a female he was with, and it had to be a young girl like this, of all females. But God! She was fantastic. He would never have thought it possible for such a young girl to get him this hot and bothered. Hell! She had snapped him out of his impotent state, no mean feat, all things considered. She wanted to know, eh? Well, what the hell!
"She would begin by putting her mouth on my cock, sucking on it."
"Ohhhhh, I see," the beautiful young blonde murmured, a low, exclamation of understanding and pleasure that came from finding out that what she had done with the dean was not something unusual, after all. Other girls did suck cocks.
Slowly the slender little blonde began sliding down the solid body of the handsome youth. She pressed her lips to his throat, kissing him there, then she licked, bit, nibbled and sucked his flesh, kissing, biting, chewing. She paused to lick at his masculine nipples, and in so doing, made him jump totally out of control, sending crude lust through the center of his scorching testicles.
Her licking young tongue made a wet trail across his belly, and she paused for a moment to probe into his navel. Then she slipped on down to his pelvis. Her jerked and moaned as he felt her hot tongue slide across the top of his penile head. Jamming his elbows into the mattress, he raised his head with a dazed expression on his face, and saw her lovely countenance poised over the tip of his penis, her mouth open, her tongue extended, her eyes softly closed but her beautiful young face radiant with desire. While he watched, he saw her wet her lips with the tip of her tongue and slowly open her mouth even wider, taking his throbbing organ between her lips. He gasped as he felt the soft, rubbery wetness of her tongue against the underside. Slowly, very slowly, her lips tightened like a rubber band, and she pushed her mouth lower as she actually sucked, and pulled more of the huge whang that much deeper into her mouth.
His head fell back and he let out a soft moan as he felt the expertise with which she sucked-expertise gained from her one time with Dr. Evan Joseph. Her tongue moved over the bail-shaped tip of his throbbing organ. God! It had been such a long time since he had been able to get it up and really do some decent fucking. His body writhed and squirmed convulsively and he fought against lewdly churning his own hips, well aware he might come too quickly in her mouth if he did so. Somehow it didn't seem right to do a thing like that to this lovely young thing. Sperm was meant to be splashed into a cunt. Besides, he had to do something for her to make her feel good, too.
Such a young girl! The thought occurred to him that this beautiful young thing had conned him into all this. She was behaving as badly as the worst kinds of women he had ever fucked. Somehow all this just didn't seem right, yet it all felt so good. It was actually fun, and most important of all, he was able to raise an erection. Still! With Jo Ann? With sweet, innocent, young Jo Ann?
The thought came to him that his pent-up passion was becoming too overpowering, and soon, he would shoot his stuff into her mouth like she was some common whore or something. It was all to appallingly real at this point, and no longer a mere possibility. Frantically he gripped her hair and tore the head of his cock out of her mouth, yanking her away with all his strength.
Jo Ann caught her breath, brushed her long blonde hair out of her eyes, and whispered very softly, "What's the matter, Chris? Don't you like it? Aren't I doing-it right?"
"Sure, sure," he nodded. "You're great. It's just that I was getting a little overexcited, that's all," he told her, gasping.
As far as Jo Ann was concerned, she wanted him shooting in her mouth, first. That was the way she had done it with Dr. Joseph, and she assumed this was the pattern, each time. Suck first, then fuck. She seized his throbbing phallus in her small hand and squeezed, whispering, "Isn't my getting you overexcited the whole idea?"
"Look, kid, I know we've come this far, but still, I just might come in your mouth."
She tilted her head to the side and looked down at him with a strange, lustful smile on her face as she asked, "So?"
"Well look, it's not right."
She pursed her girlish lips and smiled tauntingly at him, asking, "Not right? Just what did you do with that girl? I mean, didn't you come in her mouth?"
At the young girl's use of the word 'come" the older boy stiffened. Sweet, pretty young things like this weren't supposed to talk that way. But then, this one was different from all those other girls. Totally different. He had never seen such a responsive female, and not just at her age, but at any age. A girl like this should be shy and passive. God! There were so many women he had tried to get to go down on him when he had found difficulty in keeping an erection, and so many of them had refused. Yet, here was this one obviously more than aching to do it for him. God! He'd be a total asshole to turn her down. The lust in him was overpowering.
"Well?" she asked again, still smiling at him. "Didn't you come in her mouth? What is it I've heard some of the other, younger guys in school call it? Didn't you like getting sucked off?"
"Yes," he admitted. "But this time it's different, kid."
"How?" she asked, genuinely curious. "Can that other girl do something different or better than me?"
"No, no, I didn't mean that. I mean the circumstances were different. You might say it was sort of like in payment for my taking her out to the movies or something."
"Well, let's just say this is your way of paying me back for my having done your class project on Dickens for you," she told him, squeezing his penis, hard.
Once again she bent her lovely head, and he felt her hot, wet mouth slip warmly over the huge, swelling head of his throbbing phallus, once again feeling the warm, slippery tongue slide around the tip, licking over the entrance to his urethra, trying to tantalize the hot, male seminal fluid out of him. He moaned with delight, but even now felt it was wrong for such a young kid to do anything like this. He reached down with both hands and tried lifting her head off.
The girl instantly responded by locking her arms around his masculine hips and tugging on his hard phallus with her lips with all her might, her lovely head bobbing as fast as possible.
"For God's sake," he gasped. "Jo Ann, don't do this. Stop it! Stop it! Damn you, stop it!"
The two of them actually fought for a moment with Chris pulling her hair until he was afraid he was going to tear it loose. Then he tried wedging his hand between her face and his groin in the hope of pushing her away. Jo Ann's fingers felt the iron-stiffness of the erection and her tantalizing lips swooped down and hungrily kissed the apricot shape of his large cock-head. The shaft of his phallus was wet, and a strong, lascivious thrill charged through him as he felt her lips slip up and down the length of his powering penis. Her tongue washed around the bulbous head again and again.
One of her small hands, moving from beneath his muscular thighs, seized his fingers and encouraged them to press on the back of her head as her lips moved lower, sucking on the outer casing of flesh as, with each bob of her head, her lips moved lower. Her tongue surrounded the throbbing pike and explored new areas on his penis each time her lips sank another half-millimeter lower. With greedy lust, unable to control himself, he tightened his fingers in her hair and made her head bob all the more rapidly, groaning and moaning with pleasure while the lovely young girl continued to increase the rhythm of her cocksucking.
A shock burst through the handsome youth as he felt the young girl probe with a forefinger, moving into the tight crevice between his flat buttocks, teasing it to find the narrow little pucker of his anus. He had never known another female to do that before, not even the most experienced of the girls he had dated. But then, all the other girls had let him be the aggressor, and he had been forced to really work to convince them to finally allow him to dip his stock. But this one ... this one was taking the initiative all by herself. Her forefinger was sliding in and out of his rectum much the way he had often fingered the rear-end of some of the other lovelies he had known. Shivers of wild abandon raced up and down his spine as the girl sucked with maddening abandon on three-quarters the length of his phallic probe, the head already pushing into her narrow gullet and being squeezed.
He was going wild, totally insane at this point, nearing the heights of perhaps the single most tremendous orgasm he would ever know. Even as he approached it, he thought it simply wasn't right to do things like this with such an innocent-looking girl, and he fought with renewed effort, using all his inner strength, not caring if he hurt her at this point, only concerned with bringing all this to an end. The two of them rolled back and forth on the bed and he fought, desperately trying to pull out from beneath her, and as he did, he felt her shove her finger into his rectal depths, all the way up, making him gasp. Despite himself, in spite of all his struggling and jerking around, he suddenly found his hips screwing in rhythm to her sucking and he writhed and pumped and, with a desperate effort rolled over so that she was now beneath him.
The lasciviousness of their position sent blasting rockets exploding in the boy's brain. He was actually on top of the young girl, his throbbing cock still in her mouth, her arms still locked firmly around his thighs. With a wild, hoarse cry, he began pumping away, fucking into her tantalizingly tight mouth as if it were a cunt. God! He wasn't able to stop himself. It felt so damned good, and the whole thing was better than any of the other girls with whom he had involved himself. Her finger was slipping deeper and deeper into the narrow constriction of his rectum as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth again and again, rolling over one more time so that the beautiful blonde young girl was once again the one on top. Then, with a wild cry and an even wilder thrust, the two twisted and writhed with such force, they fell off the bed and onto the floor. Once again he landed on top.
Jo Ann was sucking his throbbing cock harder than ever, her fingers holding tightly to him with all her strength and all her inner reserve. Any sexual repressions she might have had-and she really hadn't had any-had totally dissipated. God! He was going to fuck the living hell out of this tantalizing young blonde.
He slammed the full length of his massive penile baton in and out of her tender mouth while her finger continued probing in and out of his rectum. Her lips sucked like a vacuum stopper around his pulsing cock, pulling hard.
Now the handsome youth was fucking into her tantalizingly ovalled open mouth, almost vicious in the way he slammed his cock in and out with all his might, almost lascivious in the way he banged her lovely head against the floor as he suddenly threw back his head, looking up at the ceiling as he yelled.
White, bubbling sperm pumped from the thick phallus into the depths of her hungrily gulping throat. This time she sucked with the knowledge that if any escaped, it would be her own fault. The blasts of hot seminal fluid were not unexpected, and smoothly eased down her gullet.
Looking down, he saw her sucking madly, still bobbing her head, unable to understand the fury possessing her. But then, Jo Ann was also unable to understand why she was moving as she did, though she did know that the combination of his hot, hard cock-head, added to the spurting of his oily jism was touching something in the depths of her throat, and in a few more seconds ... a few more seconds ... a few more ... one more ... one m-o r e n-o-o-o-o-o-ww www 'GGGGLLLLUUUUCCCCHHHH!"
She came! Just like that, she came, with nothing touching her vagina, and only with the penis in her throat. It was incredible. She sucked furiously, drinking all the semen, feeling the penis soften between her lips, and then, just like that, he eased off her and fell beside her, almost feeling a funk come over him. The two of them lay on the floor for more than a half-hour, and then the girl felt desire renewed in her, and quickly got to her feet. Naked, she padded to the kitchen where she found some cold water in the refrigerator. Pouring out two glasses, she drank one and brought the other to Chris. If he thought he was through, that guy had another thing coining.
She had him talking about his experiences with different girls again. As he sipped he said, "There was this one redhead who loved to put on a show first, sort of putting herself on exhibition. She would show me pictures of girl friends of hers involved with animals, of all things."
"Animals!" Jo Ann squealed delightedly. "You have to be kidding. I find it hard to believe."
"Hey, I'm not kidding," he told her. "But don't you try it, honey, I saw one girl get stretched all out of shape just because she had to prove she was able to take on a horse. To me, something like that is disgusting."
They were sitting on the bed now, and stretched out full length, one beside the other. Jo Ann squirmed closer, her hand reaching out and fondling the soft mass of dough that was Chris's cock. Somehow, even though Chris would never have believed it possible, he found his cock growing under her fondling and manipulating.
The girl's sigh as she lay beside him with an excited expression on her face let him know she was aroused again. Jesus! He had never met a female like this before. All the others were good for one shot, and then they were as tired as he. He wondered just how many other guys she had put out for, and suddenly asked, blurting it out, "Do you do this with a lot of guys?"
She smiled at that and said, "You want to know if I'm a little whore, right? Well I'll tell you, you're the first guy I've directly seduced. Oh, I admit I put out for one other man, once. But you're the first guy I ever chased after. As to my being a little whore, well, you're right. I am a whore. I like fucking. But I'm discriminating, choosey, and I only fuck special guys. You're my first selection, Chris, and when I leave here today, I'll never come back again. So instead of making things unhappy for both of us, suppose you and I just kind of enjoy whatever it is we can enjoy."
He propped himself up on his knees, but the girl was off the bed, stripping off her bikini panties as he watched. She stood there wearing only her socks. For some reason she looked sexy wearing those kiddie socks.
Chris slipped to the floor, still on his knees, and he looked up at the slender physical form as she walked over to him and straddled his face. He looked up and into her hairless vagina. The sight of it made him that much more aroused. Seething fire flamed through him and his cock stiffened to the point of pain. He stared at the luscious split, then looked at the delightful cheeks of her ass, at how wonderfully round and small they were.
As he looked up, he saw her fingers move between her thighs and caress her vaginal slash, the tips touching her clitoris and make it ease out of the hidden membrane of flesh that covered it when it was relaxed. Her forefinger slid into her vaginal opening, and each time it came out, it was sodden with her juices.
Directly above her hot cunt was the flat of her belly, now heaving up and down with desire. His lust-filled eye traveled straight up, up to where he saw her girlish young breasts jutting out almost hiding her stunningly beautiful face. Between those firm little breasts he was able to see her chin with her head tilted back.
His hands began caressing the insides of her thighs and knees, arid as he stared, he saw her small fingers pull the seething pink lips of her coral gate apart, opening it wide. The glistening red walls of her interior were now visible to him, and as he watched, his cock stiffened to ramrod hardness all over again as she slowly gyrated her ass. The salacious sight was too much for him as he saw her juicing coral labia twitch and gape wide, one of her small fingers running in and out, and her bouncy asscheeks moving in a rubbery way. He was able to see the tiny, tantalizing pucker of her anus, as well.
He felt the need to suck her cunt, something he had never done for any of the other females he had fucked. Perhaps it was because this one was hairless that he wanted to press his mouth against it. Besides, this one had admitted she was almost a virgin, whereas with the others there was no telling what kind of cocks they'd admitted inside them. Even if she had been fucked once before, it was obvious from the clean smell of her there was nothing diseased about her. He moved his face closer, and admittedly the aroma from within her was arousing enough, but for some reason he was unable to do it. Even when she spread her thighs wide and brought her cunt a little lower he was unable to do it, staring at the way her fingers toyed with her throbbingly hard clitoris while her other finger continued slipping in and out of her seethingly sucking center.
The boy finally pushed her away from him and staggered to his feet. She leaned against the bed and jiggled her body from side to side, making her small breasts bounce enticingly as she asked him, "Would you like me to suck you some more?" Thinking that by doing so, she might yet convince him to lap her cunt much the way the dean had done.
God! He had never seen such a totally arousing and aroused female in his entire life. She was really something spectacular. She was the only female he had ever known who enjoyed every aspect of sex.
He grabbed her wrist and tugged her to her feet, then spun her onto the bed where she sprawled and spread her thighs wide apart for him. Jo Ann lay there, her arms thrown behind her lovely head, her small, solid breasts heaving with aroused passion as she rolled her firm ass cheeks under and started her hips in a long, slow screwing as if some invisible penis was already pistoning slowly in and out of her.
Chris stared, inwardly aroused all over again, hot, horny, filled with desire for this young girl as he had never been for any of the other girls with whom he had scored. She squeezed the lips of her wetly sodden vagina tightly together, trembling with uncontrolled lust and desire. It was incredible to see so young a girl so wantonly aroused. She wriggled and gyrated her lovely hips before his stare, her hands moving to cup the firmness of her mammaries, making him aware that in spite of the fact that they weren't large, they were no less succulent.
He crawled on the bed beside her, panting heavily as he slid between her lovely thighs, allowing his weight to rest all over the full length of her, his prick twitching just below her vagina so that she strained to feel it, but was unable to do so. He smiled as her slender young legs wrapped themselves firmly around his body, pulling at him, trying to tug his cock against her cunt while her asscheeks squirmed under him, letting him know how much she yearned to be fucked.
Chris found it impossible to believe that a girl this young was so in need of cock, yet here she was, all but begging for it. She seemed more wildly excited with every passing moment, and he was that much more aroused, finding one so young also so wanton.
Hell! He had tried holding back. She was the one who wanted to be fucked, so he might just as well do it, because if he didn't, his cock would never forgive him. After all, it had been resurrected by her, and he owed her something for that.
He put his mouth to her ear and whispered to her, "That brunette did show me something a little different from what I did with all the other girls."
"What?" she asked, excited at the prospect of once again learning something new. Her voice was aroused and breathy as she murmured, "Tell me, Chris, tell me! I want to do it!"
He slid away from her tantalizing form, his cock twitching insanely as he said, "Roll over on your belly, honey."
She instantly obeyed, lying flat, with her beautiful face turned away from him. Had the youth been able to see the girl's face, he would have been astounded at how excited she was at the prospect of learning something new to satisfy her lust.
Chris concentrated on staring at the round perfection of her lovely little ass. Those cheeks were so smooth, so delightful, so naturally tan, though admittedly a slight shade lighter than the rest of her. They were absolutely perfect in their sensuous symmetry, causing his eyes to lock into them as his hands fondled them, feeling their warmth as well as the soft, rubbery firmness while Jo Ann moaned pleasantly.
Lascivity had their pair of them caught in its grip of steel as the handsome boy thought of the countless older girls he had known who had been so reticent to perform, whereas this young, far more delightful girl was willing to do anything ... anything. Jo Ann realized she was fast coming to a point where no matter who the male was, one would not be enough for her. Soon she would have to find a way to convince two older boys or men at once. What was more, after that, she would probably need to be serviced by three, four, then five males. All the girl knew for sure was, she needed this, needed it badly.
"Up on your knees and spread those lovely thighs wide apart, honey," he told her, his want for her barely contained by now.
His penis was throbbingly erect and pulsating madly as it never had at his most virile. There was that about this young girl that brought out desire as never before.
He watched as Jo Ann did as he ordered, spreading her knees as wide as possible while he crawled between them from behind and looked down. Her lovely asscheeks were spread very wide, and the deep, damp cleft between them widened even more until he was able to see the brown pucker of her prune like anal opening. Below that, bare, devoid of hair as yet, was her vagina, the pink lips now forced wide in spite of their near-virgin tightness, allowing him to see her inner walls, inflamed with desire, all wet and inviting, letting him know tight as she was, she would be able to take him. She was rotating that pink vestibule, making it almost wink at him in an inviting way, letting him know she wanted to have that meatpole of his buried to the hilt, inside.
"Lift your asscheeks just a little higher," he insisted, and she brought her knees a little closer together in order to comply with his request. She felt his breath on her spine, and it made her shudder.
He watched her buttocks turn and shudder, the muscles and cords of her inner thighs standing out so delightfully and obscenely, her ass now in perfect position with each little cheek spread as tautly as possible. Her defenselessly puckered asshole was clearly obvious. God! It was as if Chris was looking on the naked beauty of a female for the first time in his life. Certainly no other female had ever affected him this strongly. She looked so vulnerable with those pouting lips spread so delectably apart. God! She looked like a whore, all right, but the most fantastic whore he would ever know.
His throat was dry as he said, "Reach back and spread your cunt with your fingers, honey."
The boy had almost spat out the word cunt, and he saw a very definite reaction in the beautiful young girl. A thrilled shudder ran uncontrollably through her quivering body, and she reached, stretching her arms around her taut buttocks as they lusciously stretched, and with her fingertips delved into her vagina, slowly spreading the lips even wider apart.
With a soft gasp, the boy moved forward between her widespread thighs, digging his knees into the counterpane as he seized her lovely young hips in both hands, digging his fingers deep into her tantalizing flesh as he pushed the head of his shuddering cock straight at her seething vagina, making her moan that much more loudly. A finger of hers acted as a guide, and the tip slowly, very slowly pushed its way into her narrow vaginal broach. He continued pushing, aware of the sticky softness that surrounded his steaming hardness as he drove it deep, deep, deep into her, feeling that marvelous oily resistance for ah exquisite moment in time as her inner self flooded, and sent 'waves of her juices all over the organ. Deeper - yet, and deeper, and he continued pushing, pushing, pushing as he felt it surrounded by the sensation of warm vagina] syrup.
He left it in there for a moment, trying to calm down, but was unable to control himself. Chris began fucking Jo Ann with abandon, slamming the full length of his massive tower of power in and out of her, feeling his testicles slap back and forth very obscenely, that much more aroused as he saw her with her head digging Into the mattress as she looked beneath her to enjoy the sight of what he was doing to her. Her body jerked and recoiled in counter to his thrusts.
Below her, her firm, dangling young breasts were nowhere near the sheets as they quivered and jiggled while he continued wildly fucking her. Her nipples had become distended as excitement continued rampantly charging through her-girlish body.
Jo Ann met each of the brutal lunges of his thick cook by pushing her cunt back, anxious to get every inch of the fleshy poker into the tight fenestrate that was her vagina. His fingertips were digging all the more deeply into the cheeks of her behind with each forward thrust, and if the girl felt-any kind of humiliation at being fucked in this position, it served to enhance the delight, as well. Excitement and pleasure continued rising in her. The girl felt her orgasm mounting inside her, and she longed for even more depravity at this point-for another male to come in and do things to her, to dominate her and make her feel the need for total enjoyment.
As she thought of sucking a penis while being fucked, her stimulated imagination aided in bringing her to the orgasm she had so desperately sought. That, was when she realized how strong her needs were. She screamed as the climax took total control of her.
She thrashed about, beating her fists on the mattress below as she came wildly, again, again, then again. Chris fucked as hard as possible, feeling his orgasm mounting as he saw her anus winking at him invitingly. It told him what she wanted without her having to use words. Even Jo Ann was not fully aware of what she wanted, save that her cunt was over stimulated, and she felt she needed more in the way of orgasmic pleasure.
In the asshole! In the asshole! Fuck her in the asshole!
The idea rang through his head, and he knew that was what he wanted to do. He wanted to fit his long, thick cock in the even narrower aperture guarded by her sphincter.
The thought almost drove Chris totally out of his mind because none of the other girls had really allowed him to fuck their assholes, before. By now he was beyond control though, and he knew if he pulled his cock out of her cunt, he would be spurting all over her back before he had a chance to plunge it into her narrow little rectum.
Jo Ann herself was moving in frenzied thrusts, driven wild by all she was feeling, for the orgasms were mounting up rapidly within her in spite of the ultra-sensitivity. Another climax descended on her, and this one was the biggest one of the afternoon.
"FUUUUUCCCCK ... MEEEEE ... C O M M M M I I I I N N N N G G G G ... YYYYAAAANNNNGGG'GHHHH ... MORE ... MORE ... OHHHH GODDDDD ... MORE ... MORE ... YESSSSS ... HHHHHAAAAIIHYYY AAAGGGHHHH!" This last coming from the depths of her heaving belly as she tautened so constrictingly, hot juices flooded from within her all over his groin as his hard cock kept pumping. Chris grunted, firing his second dribble of sperm into her narrowness, nevertheless shooting so fast and so hard he thought his cock might burst as a result.
Finally he collapsed on top of the lovely, helpless girl. His limp organ slipped from inside her, and she remained there, falling flat on her belly for a short while, as Chris fell asleep.
When he awoke a little later, she was gone.
CHAPTER SEVEN
That evening, Jo Ann realized that what she had wanted was to have been ass-fucked. She was certain that if Chris hadn't been so near coming, he would have done just that. To insure her having it take place the next time, she would have to specify as much to the male with her. Also, to insure it not being too painful, since it would be the first time her ass would be taking a cock, the lovely young girl decided she would need a thinner cock. A thinner cock meant a younger boy. Well, why not? She was certain there were boys her own age or just a little older who would be more than happy to oblige her. It was merely a question of finding one capable of keeping his mouth shut, after. Though Jo Ann reveled in the idea of being a little bit of a whore, she didn't want it broadcast all over the school and eventually the entire neighborhood. Sooner or later word would get back to her parents, and that was one thing she didn't want. They were so prudish, they would keep a stringent watch on her after that, ruining her sex life for as long as she elected to live with them, which was a good many years yet.
She was pondering all this while sitting on a chair in front of her bedroom window, her chin on her arms, which in turn rested on the windowsill. Looking down, she saw the side door of the house next door open, and out came Charlie Harker. Charlie was a year older than herself, a nice, quiet kid for the most part. Jo Ann remembered seeing him sneaking into his house with girls whenever his parents weren't home; girls from her own classroom, who already had reputations for putting out regularly to become popular. They weren't especially pretty, and as a result they had to make the guys happy some other way.
Jo Ann knew for a fact that Charlie never broadcasted what he did with the girls to anyone else, basically because Charlie was a loner and didn't like talking to the other boys. He was tall, about five-nine or ten, and he had a lot of hair. His beard and mustache had come in while he had been very young, and now he looked like the wild man of Borneo, totally unkempt, but as clean and as gentle as he was hairy. Jo Ann knew, because his bathroom was opposite the one in her family's home, and she had often seen him go into the bathroom and pull the plastic curtain shut before turning on the shower light.
So the next day, Saturday, Jo Ann, wearing a simple blue skirt and white blouse, approached Charlie while he was sitting in his backyard, listening to the radio. Jo Ann also had her red coat on, though it was fairly warm out, and Charlie had on a short jacket as he lay on a lawn chaise. Though it was too cool to actually soak up sun or sit with next to nothing on, it was warm enough to sit outside without catching a cold.
"Hi," she said to Charlie, who was startled to see her, since she rarely talked to him, or for that matter to any member of his family.
"Hi," he nodded back.
"Charlie," she said, approaching him. "I need a favor."
"Figures," he nodded. "Any time a good-looking girl comes near me, it's 'cause she wants a favor. "Okay, what d'you want, Jo Ann?"
She looked him straight in the eye, leaning closer as she whispered, "I'm all hot and aroused, Charlie. I need to be fucked, but in my ass. How about it?"
The bearded boy looked at her with his eyes wide open, unable to believe such words had come from the mouth of such a sweet, innocent-looking young girl. Somehow he was certain he had heard wrong-that it was his imagination that had sparked such words.
"Would you mind repeating that," he said to her.
She smiled at him, nodded, and replied, telling him exactly what she had said the first time. He realized it definitely was not his imagination, this time.
"Why me?" he finally asked, still unable to believe she had come right out and said such things to him.
"Why not you?" she smiled. "The only question is, are you willing?"
"Hey, now, look, I mean this is kinda ridiculous ... "
"Charlie," she whispered. "You're not exactly inexperienced. I've seen some of the girls you bring into your home ... "
"Hush!" he snapped. "Okay, sure, I do things with girls. Why not? I'm human and I like sex, and these chicks are looking for some kind of love, even if only for a little while. I give it to 'em. But you have a loving family, Jo Ann. You don't need me."
"But you're wrong," she insisted. "I do need you. I need someone, one-time-only, who can sexually gratify me the way I've mentioned. Now, how about it, huh?"
"Wow!" he said, scratching his head. "I've had a lotta wet dreams about making it with you, but I never thought ... "
"Well?" she impatiently asked.
"Yeah, sure," he nodded. "But not today. Look, I ..."
"Today," she insisted.
"My folks are home. So are yours."
"So find somewhere else," she told him.
He looked at her, then nodded, saying, "School's empty today, but it's open. There are mats on the floor of the boy's gym. Okay?"
"Let's go," she smiled.
As Charlie had predicted, one of the school doors was unlocked, but the place seemed totally abandoned. The two silently made their way to the boy's gym, and Jo Ann noticed there was a lot more paraphernalia here than in the girl's gym. There were climbing ropes here, and the horses used for leaping and the parallel bars used for swinging. Yes, there were mats there, too.
Charlie was still unable to believe what this girl was trying to do, and to make sure she was serious, he began undressing her himself, the moment they arrived there. Jo Ann stood still and let him remove her blouse and skirt. Then he took off her small brassiere, revealing the perfection of her breasts, and by now his erection told him that he was going to do precisely as she wished.
Stepping back, Charlie decided to see if her seeing him naked would shock her, and so began hurriedly removing his own clothing. He didn't stop at his undershorts, but took off everything. As a result, he was completely naked in less than thirty seconds. Jo Ann had a chance to look at his hard cock, and as she had surmised, though it was a nice-sized one for a boy his age, it wasn't nearly as long or as thick as that of Chris or Dr. Joseph. She also noticed that although Charlie was very hairy from the neck up, from the neck down he had almost no hair. The fuzz under his armpits and on his groin was very light. Even so, seeing his extended penis made her aroused, and she automatically cupped a hand against her white, frilly panties. Her finger pressed into her vaginal slit, rubbing the extended clitoris, feeling the crotchband beginning to get wet.
Charlie stared at her, seeing her flush, albeit not with embarrassment. She was hot, really hot. Jeez! Who would have thought it? Jo Ann Blaine was a hot little doll.
"Hey," he said quietly, staring at her with desire filling him. "How'd you like it if, before I fucked that lovely little ass of yours, I sucked that pussy a little first?"
The idea was more than all right with Jo Ann. This was the first time a male was offering to do something for her without wanting her to suck his cock, first. She had actually come to believe that cocksucking was a ritualistic part of what went on between a male and female, and had really expected to go down on Charlie, first. But Charlie had made the offer to her, instead.
The boy's eyes staring at the fabric of her panties, as if trying to burn a hole through them. Seeing him gaze so intently at her made Jo Ann that much more aroused, and she moaned aloud, tugging at the elastic waistband, working the tight little bikini garment down over her trim, rounded butt, baring her wet vagina to the young boy's hungrily wanton stare.
"Come on," she replied, thrusting her cunt forward once she had stepped out of her panties. "Lick my cunt, Charlie, make me feel good all over, then fuck my ass."
She lay on the mat, spreading her thighs, and the naked Charlie kneeled between them and slowly pressed his face into the sodden culvert of rich coral, moving with wild abandon, his darting tongue spearing into the wetness of her tantalizing vaginal furrow. The beautiful, aroused young girl groaned and spread her legs that much wider, humping her vagina up to meet the boy's anxiously delving mouth. Her hot, inner juices smeared themselves all over his face.
"My clitoris," she ail but cried out, her voice echoing in the large, open area. "Lick my clitoris!"
The boy needed no urging. His tongue was everywhere in the wet pink gash at once, working up and down, tickling the clitoris, sliding across the urethra! opening to the vaginal hole, then sliding over her perineum and licking into her asshole. Her clitoris stood out more firmly than ever, and he sucked it between his lips, his beard tickling her cunt and her asshole at the same time, driving her wild with sensations she had never known before. The movement of his tongue made her tight little ass whip wildly from side to side.
Her vagina began contracting as she experienced a series of minor orgasms, firing gouts of vaginal oil into Charlie's face, drenching his beard, as well. Soon now, soon she would have herself a major climax, and then she would experience the thrill of taking Charlie's cock into her ass.
But before they were able to continue they were interrupted by the grizzly voice of a male baritone, who snapped, "Well, well, well, just what the hell do we have here?"
Opening her eyes, the beautiful blonde stared in utter horror. She saw a tall man with white hair, powerfully built, wearing a janitor's uniform standing just inside the closed doorway, his heavy body resting on a long-handled broom he had been using to sweep the gym floor.
"I heard noises," he grunted, walking over to them. "Thought mebbee someone was dyin' in here. Looks like I was wrong, eh!"
The terrified young teenagers didn't move. In fact, they remained in their wantonly guilty, incriminating positions until the flab-bellied man with the twisted nose walked over and put a foot in Charlie's side, nudging him away from Jo Ann in order to better look at Jo Ann.
"Hey, guy, get off the young girl, eh," he laughed in a commanding voice. Then, "Well now, that there is prime young meat you been eatin', boy, really prime."
The young girl trembled, terrified, afraid the janitor was going to give them away. Her hands hurriedly covered her two exposed areas, and the leering older man laughed at her dilemma. His eyes flicked over her like a whip, making her tremble.
"Hey now, you," the janitor said to Charlie. "I seen you here lots of times. You was warned before. I told you, next time I caught you in this gym when y'didn't belong, I'd have to report you to the principal."
"Aw, please," Charlie said quietly. "The last time I was here it was to get in some extra basketball practice. I mean, you know I gotta keep on practicin' if I hope to make the school team one day."
The boy suddenly broke off, realizing how ridiculous he sounded at this moment, since his being in the gym had nothing to do with athletics. Silently he turned a blushing pink.
The janitor laughed and said, "What school team you lookin' to make, boy? The pussy-eating team?"
He began laughing at his own joke, and Charlie chuckled nervously with him, hoping to maybe get on the man's good side and get him to forget all this. He nodded at Jo Ann, all nervous and jumpy, and he said, "Look, Jo Ann here, she came down to see me shoot some baskets, and well ... one thing led to another and we sorta got carried away ... " his voice trailed off feebly.
"So I see," the janitor nodded, grinning widely at the still-naked young blonde.
Charlie decided this was a good a time as any to try and get out, and getting to his feet started to gather his clothes. His stiff cock was a flagpole jutting from his young groin and looked ridiculous as it flopped around while he picked up the clothing.
"Uh ... look ... please ... don't say anything about this, huh?" he pleaded with the janitor. "I mean, if you did, the two of us might get into a lot of trouble."
"Well, now, I'm a school employee, and the regulations state I have to report anything I see that's amiss," he replied, stroking his grizzled jaw. "Boy, you and the gal are in one heckofa lotta trouble. I mean, you'll never make the basketball team now, though I figure in no time the two of you will become sorta like celebrities all over the school."
"Oh no!" Jo Ann gasped, her eyes filled with tears.
God! She was able to visualize the whole thing very clearly. She would be known as the new school slut, and word would get back to her-parents, and she would be grounded until she was eighty.
"However," the older man muttered, eyeing her. "Every man has his price, and I got mine. There's a way I might not say anything ... "
"Hey, all right, all right!" Charlie nodded, his face breaking into a grin. "Look, I work after school and I have a lotta bucks put aside. Look, you name your price, and I'll be only too glad to pay it, honest."
But the janitor was ignoring Charlie at the moment, instead, looking at the tantalizingly naked form of the beautiful Jo Ann. He grinned and rubbed a huge bulge that had risen in the front of his uniform.
"I wasn't thinking in terms of money," he said, flatly, his eyes bulging a little.
The lovely young blonde began turning red all over. It was the first time a male was approaching her rather than her doing the initial groundwork, and it had to be the oldest man, so far. He wasn't exactly the most appetizing man to look at, and the idea of performing sexually with this somewhat uncouth, blackmailer was almost a stomach-turning experience for the beautiful girl. Granted that in her two times out, she had gained more insight into sex than many females do during their entire lives, but up to now, she had been the one making the selections, and the school janitor was definitely not the kind of man she would have selected if she'd had her druthers. Still, it was better than coming back to school next Monday and finding herself the hottest subject of gossip throughout the school.
Steeling herself, Jo Ann smiled as warmly as possible at the tall, gray-haired man. She let her little pink tongue roam over her dry lips, moistening them, and determined she would do anything to keep the man quiet.
"How do we know you won't tell on us after it's all over?" she asked.
"Why should I?" he wanted to know. "Think about it, girlie. If I finked on you after we made it, why you'd probably tell the principal and I'd lose my job. Nan, honey, I ain't gonna fink, provided you give me the incentive to keep my mouth shut."
"And if someone walks in while we're here?"
"Ain't no one else walkin' in," he assured her. "I'm the only one in this school on weekends, and I admit I saw the two of you comin' in. So after, I went and locked the door. We're the only three here and no one's gonna surprise us. Okay with you?"
"Sure, mister," she nodded, trying hard to sound sexy though at the moment she was damned scared. "Look, how would you like it if I sucked you off? I mean, I'll bet you have one nice, big cock, and I'd just love to feel it in my mouth. Wouldn't you like that?"
The older man looked down at the tantalizing young girl, seeing the way she smiled at him. Jesus! He was a bachelor, and it had been some time since any kind of female had looked at him that way. She was young, all right, but she was sexy, real sexy. She had a nice, small pair of tits, a pert little mouth, sure enough, and one tight little bum. That cunt of hers looked great, too.
It irritated Jo Ann to agree so readily, but she knew she really had no choice. Her entire future depended on keeping this man quiet. So she continued smiling at him as he kept on admiring her. She took her hands away and spread her legs, letting him get a real eyeful, her hot slit oozing oils as her breasts continued bobbing.
"Okay, you have a deal, blondie," he told her, smiling broadly. "But we do this my way."
The young girl watched him carefully, all set to veto any suggestion that he might have if it didn't appeal to her. He wasn't that wholesome to look at, and she didn't dig the idea of doing anything too weird, unless there was some way for her to get total enjoyment from it. She wondered just what idea this man had in mind.
"Well, suppose you tell me your idea," she said to him. "I mean, I think it's only fair I hear what you have in mind before just agreeing to do it."
"Smart girl," he nodded. "Look, I gotta make sure I don't get into no trouble from this. I mean, while you're sucking me, your boy Mend here might go running out and yelling about me raping you. So He's gotta be part of this, too. It's a good way to keep an eye on him, and besides, I think it'll be more interesting for all of us."
What a great idea! Now Jo Ann would be able to have her two males at the same time. Yes! Even if one of the males was somewhat unsavory, with her mouth filled with his cock, she wouldn't have to look at his face, and yes, she would get a dual thrill out of this all.
"Well, uhh ... how do you suggest we go about doing this?" Jo Ann asked, making herself sound surprised, as if she would never have thought of it. "I've never ... uhhhh ... you know ... done it ... not with two men at once."
The janitor laughed and walked over to a pair of hanging ropes that had rings attached to them. He adjusted the ropes to what he felt was the correct length, then he smiled at the two teenage kids and waved them over, saying, "Come!"
The two kids looked at one another and shrugged, then walked over to where the janitor was standing. Charlie was directly opposite the gray-haired man, and his cock was still as thick as before, having refused to shrink in the face of adversity.
The janitor undid his trousers, dropping them, along with his undershorts, around his ankles, but in no hurry to take them off. His large cock and swollen testicles came into sight, and Jo Ann decided that the man was nicely hung. He didn't have quite the equipment of the two males who had previously fucked her, but he was still considerably longer and thicker than Charlie. He must have just come from his home, and he had taken a shower before coming here because she was able to smell the soap on him.
"Now," the janitor said to Jo Ann. "You're gonna show us just how good you are at gymnastics, kiddo." He was chortling as he pointed, saying, "Get them rings on around yer knees and I'll show you just how we're gonna do this."
Trembling with a mixture of fear and thrilled anticipation, the lovely young blonde slipped her legs through the rings and brought them up to her knees. The janitor motioned to Charlie, and the two of them readjusted the height of the rings so that Jo Ann suddenly found herself suspended upside-down, hanging by her knees as the tightened rings were kept from slipping. Her head dangled toward the floor. The janitor stooped, grabbed her head, and pulled her toward him until she was almost parallel to the floor from the waist to her head. His cock dangled over her mouth, and her buttocks were facing Charlie.
"Put your arms around my ass and hold tight, honey," he told her, smiling down at her beautiful face now tilted up toward him. "I'll dip my cock into your mouth and do the fucking, and you do the sucking."
Jo Ann wasn't too crazy about this insane position, but she realized she had no alternative, so she wrapped her arms around the man's buttocks as he released her in order to be able to play with her breasts. The hot, thick shaft seemed to split her lips as the janitor wasted no time plunging it in. The head pushed against her gullet and sank in there as well, and she took it without gagging. The huge organ was like a steel battering ram sinking into a well of foam-rubber. The entire length of his throbbing organ slid all the way in, finally stopping as his testicles collided with the lovely girl's nose.
"Ohhhhh ... yyyyeeeeeaaaaahhhh ... that's just fine, blondie, that's just fine," the janitor complimented, sighing with pleasure.
For him, it has been so long, so long. He braced himself and began pumping his hard cock slowly in and out of the lovely girl's mouth as her hands clung to his ass. He fucked her mouth as if it were a cunt.
"Now you," he panted, pointing at Charlie, as he continued pumping his hot, hard cock in and out of the young girl's tightly suctioning mouth. "You spread those rings a little and move between them. Then shove that hard, long cock of yours into the kid's cunt. Really stuff her, buddy. We'll have this pretty little hunk of female really swinging between the two of us."
Jo Ann suddenly spat out the older man's engorged cock for a moment and cried out to Charlie, "Put your fingers in my cunt, Charlie. I've never been ass-fucked before. I want to know what it feels like to have a nice cock like yours in my ass. Please, huh? My ass? Yes?"
"Why not!" the janitor nodded at Charlie, agreeing as the lovely young blonde opened her mouth and once again enclosed the full length of his throbbing cock, sucking it harder than she had ever sucked before in the hope of keeping the man happy. "That sounds like a great idea, Charlie. Yeah, that's even better'n fucking her cunt. Fuck the little blonde mink right in her rear-end. Go on, jam it in there, kid, you can do it!"
They young boy moved slowly, his throbbing cock hot and hard in his hand. He dipped the rounded tip of it into the girl's open cunt for a moment and mopped up some splashes of vaginal sauce. Then he dipped it lower and centered it against her asshole.
"I hope I can do this so I don't hurt you, honey," was all Charlie said, and then slowly pushed forward.
Jo Ann felt pain. She groaned, her mouth literally melting all over the janitor's cock as her extended tongue licked his pelvis and her nose nuzzled his testicles. She was helpless, and the tormented girl gargled around the penis in her throat. It was deep, deeper than she had suspected it would reach.
"Ohhhhh ... yyyyyeeeaaahhbh ... " the janitor gasped. "That's it, diddo! Suck like crazy! Hum, and make my cock vibrate. Press your nose into my balls, and try kissing them, as well."
Charlie, wildly aroused by what he was witnessing, seeing wanton display on the part of Jo Ann, never realizing a girl was capable of so much eroticism, lost what little reluctance he might have had left. Even in pain, she was enjoying everything. He pushed deeper, deeper, deeper, feeling her squirm and writhe, unable to control herself as his cock filled her rectum to its fullest, then almost touched the opening to her colon, as well. Slowly, he pulled his throbbing cock back, sliding it out of the rear chute that had been wetted down with a combination of the secretions he had taken from her cunt and his own oils. Then he poised himself and pushed the penis right back in. Once more he was buried to the balls in her tight ass pucker.
The girl gasped and gagged, feeling an admixture of agony and delight as the thick cock split her rectal tunnel again. Her gargling vocal cords made the janitor's cock bounce around like a helpless matchstick, keeping time with the vibrato in her throat. The sensations on his sensitive penile tip made the thrusting, humping older man gasp with unbelievable delight. At first he credited what he was feeling to a lack of sexual activity on his part for some time prior to this, but as the moments passed, he began realizing this was one special young girl, all right. He picked up speed, his throbbing penis drilling between the lovely young girl's hot lips at a fast furious pace.
"Glllphhh! Uuuummmphhhh! Uuuuurrrrffff! Hhhhhmmmmphhhh!" she moaned as the two males continued fucking her relentlessly, moving at an ever-increasing pace in both holes.
Charlie was in heaven. It was the first time he had ever ass-fucked a girl, and to him it was almost as pleasant as ordinary fucking, though he had to admit there was something about a cunt that, for the most part, gave it a slight edge.
"Oh wow!" he gasped to the upside-down girl. "What a fantastic asshole you have. I ... uhhhh ... never dreamed anything would be this good ... ohhhhh ... Jo Ann, you're fabulous!"
He continued pounding his cock into the narrow opening as rapidly as possible, widening her back-tunnel, making it adjust to his thickness so that little by little the pain was beginning to fade somewhat. Jo Ann responded as always, automatically squeezing her muscles so that even in her ass, the cock received a thorough compressing.
"Hey, lemmeee tell you," the janitor panted as he continued pumping his cock down the lovely young blonde's throat at a mile a minute, overwhelmed with the pressure of her pharynx, "this kid's mouth is the best thing I ever come across."
The dually skewered young, teenage girl continued wiggling and bucking in the makeshift suspension harness, her continually frenetic motions merely serving to drive the lengths of the two throbbing organs that much deeper into the twin openings above and below. The motion also caused her firm, girlish breasts to slap against her young body and small electric thrills to her vagina as Charlie continued pushing a finger into that narrow orifice, as well.
The pressure of her vaginal walls around his finger made Charlie aware how anxious the girl was to come, herself, and so he pressed a finger against her clitoris as he continued moving two fingers in and out of her succulence while his cock continued making inroads into her rectum.
The girl moaned gutturally as she felt the effect of what the boy's fingers were doing to her in concert with the way his cock filled her rectum.
It was all she really needed to set her off; as if someone had fired a super-heated cannon in the depths of her trembling young teenage body. The spasms of orgasmic fury whipped through her vagina as violently and as unexpectedly as a hurricane in summer.
The moaning, writhing tiny blonde continued wildly jerking and twitching as she lurched between their cocks as if the penises in her were lightning rods sending sizzling bolts of electricity through her. She began coming uncontrollably, her asshole tightening all the harder around Charlie's inplunging penis until her tight rear tunnel felt a convulsing orgasm blister its way through her, as well. Not only that, but a climax was mounting in her gullet, as well.
"Hhhhuuuunnnnhhhh ... can't ... aaaannnnhhhh ... hold back ... ohhhhh ... anymorrrrre ... " the young boy whined, and then he bellowed as his cock blasted out of control, filling the rear chute that was the young girl's ass with a flood of boiling semen. One incandescent flare of white oil after another arched into the narrow rear tunnel of the gurgling girl's wildly thrusting rear-end. All pain had totally faded by now, and the pressure caused another climax to erupt in the narrow body of Jo Ann. She squealed with joy around the hard prick thrust all the way into her throat as the hot fluid continued flooding into her narrow rectal passageway. Her lips pulled so hard on his sliding penis that now it was the janitor's turn to let go.
The man bellowed in the echoing gym. "SUCK ... SUCK ... SUCK IT ALL OUT KID ... SWALLOW YOU HOT LITTLE CUNT ... SWALLOW ... DRINK IT ALLLL ... ALLLLL ... ALLLLL!"
The girl found it not at all difficult to comply. She had been certain she would find the man's sperm distasteful, but much to her surprise, though its flavor differed slightly from the sperm of Chris and Dr. Joseph, it was still pleasant enough and not at all bitter.
The first heady spurts washed down her sucking throat. She gulped it eagerly down, increasing her suction on his penis, her tongue pressing on the upper side of his penis while her palate pressed on his urethra as the penile head continued slamming in and out of the narrow ring leading into her gullet. The pressure seemed to draw more of the steamy lava from his penis. Jo Ann drank thirstily, pulling and sucking as if the juice was life-giving.
Her lips tightened around his cock as she felt it beginning to soften, and she gurgled and cooed, sucking more and more noisily, each fresh series of drops instantly disappearing down her gullet as she sucked frantically with the realization that he was spurting less and less. Her breasts, her vagina, and her rectum all seemed fused together at that moment as a final, overwhelming orgasm ripped through her with the fierceness of a typhoon.
"GGGLLLRRRGGG!" she gagged out as the towering spasms and spurts within her began diminishing.
Reluctantly, she let the soft penises slip from her mouth and rectum, feeling the oils run from her asshole. Charlie ran to the bathroom wet some paper towels, and came back and cleaned her off as she was released from the rings and gently lowered to the mats.
CHAPTER EIGHT
That afternoon, as Jo Ann rested in her room, she realized she had made an extremely important discovery that day. Even if she didn't like the man she was with, it didn't mean she wouldn't like his cock. Even when the janitor had finished with her, promising to keep his mouth shut, she felt distaste in her whenever she looked at him. But his cock-well that had been an entirely different story. She had almost loved the damned thing.
She knew he would be smirking from now on whenever he saw her at the high school, but she also realized he wouldn't be stupid enough to say anything about her. Let him smirk! Big deal! She was inwardly smirking even more broadly, aware that cocks, not the men attached to them, were what counted.
It never occurred to the girl that sex was something in which she would have been able to indulge without a cock. Had someone made an outright suggestion that she become sexually involved and not suck a cock or be fucked-either in the ass or her cunt-she would have rejected the idea. As far as she was concerned, sex for her meant having to do with at least one cock, if not more.
What the young girl didn't know was, she had been observed heading toward the school with Charlie. Not only that, but she had been observed by someone who was quite clever at drawing the right conclusions-someone who, though able to enjoy a cock, was also able to enjoy sex without men, She had been observed by a thirty-year-old housewife by the name of Rita Elgiese. Rita had been married for eleven years, had two children both in elementary school, and was bi-sexual. Her husband was totally unaware of the fetish she had for women, and Rita had kept it under control for the past eleven years. But now it was beginning to prickle her, and Rita knew she had to gratify her inner urges.
Rita had a sixth sense about people. She always knew which people were sexually approachable, male or female, and though she had not been unfaithful to her husband since her marriage, she enjoyed watching certain individuals to see if her guesses bore fruit. They always did, as her guess with Jo Ann had proven correct when she had seen the girl walking toward the school with Charlie Barker. On a whim, she had followed them. She had even sneaked inside the school and had watched them at play from the overhead track in the gym. Having gone to that same high school, she knew her way around inside, and had gotten to the track without being observed. She had seen what Charlie Jo Ann and the janitor had done.
Rita knew if she brought the subject up, she would find a way of blackmailing Jo Ann into a relationship, but Rita didn't want to blackmail the girl. She wanted Jo Ann as a willing friend. She wanted Jo Ann to come to her whenever the little blonde was unable to find a penis to make her happy.
Having followed Jo Ann home afterward, Rita knew the young girl was wrung out. That would have been the wrong time to approach her. But Sunday, the next day, was the right time.
Rita lived across the street from Jo Ann. She always looked to be the essence of health, and Jo Ann, on her way home from school once, before crossing the street had stopped and talked with Rita, asking why she always looked so healthy, to which Rita had replied, "My basement whirlpool and sauna help keep my flesh toned."
"Gee, I'd like to try that someday," Jo Ann had remarked.
Well this Sunday 'would be the day.
That particular Sunday was a warm day. Many of the neighbors were out for the first time since winter had driven them indoors, and they were preparing their lawns for the oncoming summer, talking to one another as they hadn't done for nearly six months.
Jo Ann's parents were going to the movies. They loved to see mature dramas of high quality, and Jo Ann was at the age where she preferred romance movies with lots of sex, or simulated sex, anyway. So her parents left at one to go to one theater, and Rita's husband and two kids left not long after to go to another theater where there was a kiddie movie.
Jo Ann felt restless. Her body was a little logey and in definite need of being toned up, but the one thing Jo Ann hated to do was exercise. As it was, she did calisthenics three days a week in the school gym.
So she walked about outside, walking down the block on one side of the street, wearing shorts and a short-sleeved white blouse, then walking back on the other side of the street. She often did this on Sundays when she felt she had a case of the blahs. Rita had seen her do it for some years, and the woman had counted on Jo Ann's eventually doing this very thing.
As Jo Ann passed Rita's house, the older woman came out, ostensibly to hook up her hoses. She was wearing a heavy bathrobe, and Jo Ann greeted her.
"Afternoon, Mrs. Elgiese."
Rita smiled at her and said, "Good afternoon, Jo Ann."
"Gee, isn't it kinda late to still be wearing a bathrobe?" Jo Ann asked.
"Not really," Rita smiled. "You see, as soon as I hook up the hoses I'm going to take a whirlpool bath. My husband and kids are gone for the afternoon, and I sure need one of those baths."
"Gee, I'm feeling sorta listless," Jo Ann told her. "I'd sure love to see if a whirlpool bath might make me feel better."
"Well why not share mine?" Rita smiled. "It's more than big enough for two. In fact, we can even use the sauna, after, if you'd like."
"Gee, sure. I'd love it," Jo Ann nodded. "Are you sure it's okay?"
"Why not?" the woman shrugged, "It was put in to be used, and this is the perfect time to use it."
"Okay, I'll get my robe and stuff and I'll be right back," Jo Ann said, and hurrying to her home, picked up a bathrobe, slippers and a bathing suit, and hurried across the street and into Rita's home. The front door had been conveniently left open for her.
When she entered, she saw Rita in the kitchen. Rita looked at the bathing suit and asked, "What's that for?"
"For the sauna?" Jo Ann replied.
"Don't be silly," Rita smiled, taking the bathing suit from her and putting it on a kitchen chair. "When you use the hydro-bath and the sauna, you only wear your birthday suit. Don't worry, we're alone. No one will walk in on us."
"Okay," Jo Ann nodded, feeling more self-conscious about being naked in front of Rita than in front of any of the four males who had injected their penises into her.
She went down to the basement, where the lights were on, with Rita right behind her. Rita said, "Okay, strip down, get into the whirlpool and sit on the ledge around the sides. I'll be right back. I just want to get some towels."
"My, that's scalding," she muttered.
The second time she put her foot into the water it wasn't quite so hot. Even so, it took three minutes before she was able to acclimatize her entire body to the temperature of the water and she was submerged to her neck.
Right from the start the beautiful little blonde had been struck by the sensuality of the swirling waters in the tub. Now, as she sat on the cement ledge, she became aware of powerful jets of water from a hidden nozzle causing water swirls between her legs, and little by little excitement began growing inside her. The streams were strong enough to tug at the lips of her vagina, the one part of her that hadn't been fucked the previous day. It felt as if someone with incredibly warm, tantalizing fingers was playing between her thighs, parting her vaginal lips. In fact, it almost felt as if a tongue was licking her down there.
The effect on her small young breasts was almost catastrophic as a result. Wow! She thought with a sudden awareness. There was every possibility of her actually reaching some kind of orgasm that way. All she would have to do would be to ... spread ... out ... her ... knees and lean her cunt forward so that it felt the full effect coming from one of the hydro-jets. Wow!
A feeling of almost unbelievable sensuality swept wildly through her tingling vagina as she adjusted herself on the concrete bench to receive the full effects of the water. She shut her eyes and lay there with her head back on the floor, feeling her vagina respond to the aqua-penis with asexual alacrity that was almost frightening.
"Starting to feel better?"
The female voice came from right above her head.
"Oh!" Jo Ann exclaimed, jerking upward in somewhat frightened embarrassment. "Mrs ... "
"Rita," Rita replied. "You're old enough to call me Rita."
"Well, gee, Rita, you almost scared the dickens out of me. I was starting to fall asleep," she lied, and felt herself starting to blush a little.
Rita looked down at her-and smiled. There was a secret shared in the knowledge of that smile, almost as if she knew exactly what had happened at the high school the previous day.
"Anything wrong?" Rita asked.
"Uhhh ... well, I think I have a pulled muscle," Jo Ann lied to cover up the embarrassment she was feeling at Rita's looking at her naked body.
"Well I know how to deal with something like that," Rita replied, and began undoing the sash of her bathrobe. She turned her back to Jo Ann and dropped the robe.
Jo Ann's eyes widened when she realized Rita was as naked as she. Somehow it felt odd being naked in a room with another naked woman. For a moment a sense of total embarrassment swept through the younger girl as she stared at the older woman's firmly toned body. She saw the musculature of the other woman's soft, feminine buttocks, then mentally chided herself for being embarrassed this way.
Rita turned around and stood directly over the beautiful young blonde, much the way Jo Ann had stood over Chris Weller the day she had wanted him to look up into her cunt. The woman's hands were on her hips and her feet were apart. Jo Ann gazed up at the feminine figure. She noticed Rita's breasts were not much larger than her own, though Rita was a full-grown woman. They were the size of small Macintosh apples. Still, they were beautiful. Her belly was flat and there was no sign of sagging muscles. Her pubic hair was gone-probably shaved-with only a very pale whiteness to indicate where it ordinarily grew. With her legs apart as they were, Jo Ann was able to see the pouting lips of the other woman's cunt. She gulped, and then, without thinking, she said, "You have a lovely build, Mrs ... I mean, Rita."
"And so do you, young lady," Rita complimented. "Your breasts are like those described by Solomon in the Song of Songs. I haven't seen the rest of you uncovered as yet, but I'm willing to bet it's just as lovely as your young face, your lovely lips and those soft, sweeping shoulders of yours."
Jo Ann realized it was almost as if a man was talking to her. For some reason she wanted to preen, feeling very pleased at hearing the older woman's words of praise.
Rita very quickly stepped into the pool, not taking the time to let her body adjust to it. She came over beside Jo Ann and sat down.
"Which leg is it?" she asked Jo Ann.
"Huh?" Jo Ann wanted to know.
"Which leg has the cramp?"
"Uh, this one," the girl replied, patting the thigh next to the older woman.
"You have to work to soften the muscle and to get the heat to work inside you," Rita said, "I'll help you."
With this, the older woman put her gentle hands on Jo Ann's thighs and tugged them firmly apart. The water jet began hitting her sensitive vaginal, lips again. Rita continually worked the two legs back and forth, opening and closing them a multitude of times. Jo Ann, was becoming all too aware of the effect Rita was having on her body as the woman's hands and the surging water built arousal that much higher in her. There was a slow, building sexual excitement that was reflected by the erect nipples of Jo Ann's small breasts.
Passion filled the younger girl's senses, and she began wondering if Rita was doing this on purpose for some reason or other. Was Rita deliberately trying to arouse her? If so; what for?
"Now," Rita said to her. "I want you standing, "When you do so, bend forward a little and pull the muscle taut while bending your knees. Okay?"
The girl did as the older woman had instructed, and in doing so felt a jolt of forbidden pleasure hit her as she abruptly felt the jet stream from behind her raging against the pucker of her rectum, while the stream in front hit her vagina and sent broiling thrills through her, while yet a third stream seemed to cause water to swirl around the tips of her breasts as they dipped into the water.
The stream between her thighs was a gentle, watery penis, tickling her vagina with mounting delight. It was as if the hot breath of some man was unfolding and trying to penetrate her while fucking her with a liquid penis.
Now Rita was doing her best to wrap both slim-fingered hands around the injured thigh without attempting to make the fingers meet, though the girl's thigh was slim enough so that the woman would have been able to do so, Instead she concentrated on kneading the muscles and the flesh with a strength her womanly figure would have normally denied.
"Now stand completely upright," Rita ordered.
Jo Ann did so, her breasts slowly rising like twin golden moons from a silvery sea. When she heard the command, "Spread your thighs a bit," she complied, feeling once again the erotic tugging of the heated, swirling water against her vagina.
Rita had brown eyes, and at the moment they were smoky. Her thin nostrils were gently dilating with each breath, betraying something of what she was feeling as her eyes locked on the young girl's breasts. Jo Ann waited, instinctively aware that an unparalleled event in her life was about to transpire. She considered fighting it, and she also considered accepting it, for by now the young girl realized Rita wasn't merely massaging her. She felt aroused, thrilled, as if she was with a man, and though there was nothing masculine about Rita, there was no question but that the woman was arousing. She was excited and thrilled, and she told herself it was the water that had done it to her. Yes, the water. It was carrying her like some fallen leaf toward an unknown ocean.
The hard, feminine body or Rita Elgiese moved around in the water until she was standing directly in front of the younger girl. The two were so close their small breasts were almost touching. Then, without warning, Rita bent forward, and with her lips forming a very small oval, placed her mouth on Jo Ann's erect nipple.
Jo Ann closed her eyes and shuddered as she realized she felt neither fear nor revulsion, but an overpowering sense of pleasure she had never known with any other mouth. She was aware of what Rita wanted, and she was too far gone with desire to argue with her.
"Come!" Rita said softly, a smile playing over her lips which disclosed Rita's realization that she had won the girl to her way of thinking. "Let's go into the sauna."
Jo Ann watched as Rita's dripping figure climbed out of the whirlpool bath, a glistening body that seemed to gleam with desire. When the older woman reached the top, she turned, looked down at Jo Ann, and then beckoned with a curt nod of her head, saying, "Come on, Jo Ann, it isn't healthy to stay out here."
Jo Ann gulped, her throat dry and almost painful at this point. She already knew what was going to happen-well, maybe not precisely what was going to take place, but she knew it would be something sexual, and because it was with another woman, it would be different and daring. Jo Ann wondered if she was so totally shameless that she lacked the desire to fight off Rita's lesbianic advances. Had her morality so totally deserted her at this point that she would willingly become embroiled with a female? What had occurred with the men was, to her a natural and understandable thing. Anything she did with a male was understandable. But was it right to do the same thing with another female? Not that she thought in terms of sin and transgression. Jo Ann had learned to hate such terms because her parents had used them all her life.
But even with these thoughts flooding her mind, the girl found herself docilely led across the floor to the door leading into the sauna. She was slightly shorter than Rita, which meant Rita was a tiny woman, because Jo Ann expected she would be at least three inches taller when full grown, perhaps more.
Rita took her hand as if the young blonde was some frightened child lost in the woods.
"Come!" she said softly, leading her into the sauna.
The woman opened the door, and the dry heat that came blasting out of the small room made it feel as if someone had opened the very gates of hell, itself.
The girl docilely permitted the older woman to wrap a towel around her hair to keep it from turning limp by the humidity, and when the older woman stepped in front of her to pin the towel closed, she pressed her own taut, older breasts against the sensitive mammaries of the younger girl. Jo Ann reacted, not by drawing back as if she had been stung by a mosquito, but with a single side movement that caused her nipples to swipe against the breasts of the other woman. Nipple hit nipple and both women jumped.
"You are such a beautiful young thing," the older woman said, and then tugged Jo Ann into the narrow sauna, closing the door behind them.
Jo Ann realized the heat within was not nearly as oppressive as she had initially believed. She sat where the other woman indicated, on a smooth wooden bench that lined the side of the small room. The wood was hot, very hot against her rounded buttocks. But that was fine. The pain, oddly enough, brought her a sense of overpowering pleasure.
"Lie down, Jo Ann," Rita instructed, and placed a folded towel on the bench to be used as a pillow.
The girl knew if she followed the older woman's instructions, she would never be able to turn back. She would learn to experience sex with women as well as men, and in all probability would continue experimenting with both sexes. There was no longer any pretense between the two females as to a pulled muscle. This was the beginning of a sexual act, and both knew it.
But Jo Ann lay back as instructed, amazed at how easily she was accepting this part of her sexual education. She decided then and there that sex was fun, whether with a male or a female. A part of her mind observed everything that went on. She decided there might come a time in the future when she would be the aggressor.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," it's been eleven years since my last affair with a female, and I held off all this time because I saw you. You're still so fresh, like a blooming flower, and you deserve to learn all I can teach you."
That was when Jo Ann's heart began hammering in her breast like a runaway steam engine. She gulped, asking, "Wh-what do you mean, Rita?"
"Come now," Rita insisted. "You aren't a naive girl, Jo Ann," the older woman replied, and reaching out, she very softly touched Jo Ann's nipple with her fingers.
"Oh ... " the younger girl gasped, trying to back away from the electrical contact, feeling as if she had been hypnotized once again. Just as the first penis she had ever seen had been a cobra to her that was hypnotizing her as if she were some helpless bird, so Rita seemed like some sort of kraken about to envelop her and absorb her, and yet the young girl knew it was a feeling she very much wanted.
Aloud, she said, "I don't know ... " but inwardly she knew.
Rita knew, too. The older woman smiled and said, "Very well, young girl. Lie there and allow me to lead you into an area of delight you never previously realized existed."
The younger girl's eyes were firmly riveted on Rita's striking face as the brown-haired woman sat on the sauna bench herself. Then, after adjusting her beach towel, the woman all but squeezed Jo Ann against the wall, lying full length beside her. There was a funny kind of feeling in the pit of the beautiful girl's belly. She felt a dull, pounding expectation which she recognized only too well as sexual arousal. Her buttocks were actually trembling.
Rita's brown eyes were aglow with what seemed like some kind of unholy fire. The inner orbs had grown to monstrous size as her face kept coming closer ... closer ... closer until it soon blocked everything else from Jo Ann's sight.
Jo Ann felt the dry heat of Rita's body press against her own. The older woman's thigh was firmly pressed against Jo Ann's, and her smooth belly was against that of the younger girl. Bare cunt pressed against bare cunt as thighs spread and breasts squeezed against breasts. Rita's nipples were hot little brown buttons of absolute delight.
"Now let me ... show you ... " the older woman softly muttered, and she slowly, gently took the younger girl's face in her hands.
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.
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 NINE
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."
Jo Ann walked in and realized she had grown some since he had been here last, because he didn't look quite as tall as before. The door swung shut automatically, and she watched him in the dim lamp of the room as he looked for some paper and a pen. He had dark-brown, straight hair, a long nose, a small mustache, but all in all was a good-looking man, and more important, she realized he was a sexy man.
"You got a pen?" he asked.
"I didn't come here for an autograph," she told him, looking around the room, noting it had two large double-beds in it, the usual washstand beneath the wide mirror outside the bathroom.
"Yeah? Why'd you come?" he wanted to know. "Better tell me in a hurry, 'cause I got a date and she'll be here soon."
"Not if you're waiting for Kathy Selden," she replied, and he looked at her through narrowed eyes.
"How do you know?" he asked.
"I overheard Miss Selden talking to some other teachers," she replied. "She said she already had a date for tonight, and she had no intention of breaking it just because you waltzed into town and snapped your fingers for her,"
"Hell!" he muttered, putting a shirt on a hanger back into the closet. "That screws up tonight."
"Not necessarily," she told him.
"Huh?"
"I'm here," she told him.
"Hey, come on, you're just a kid."
"I'm old enough," she insisted.
"I'm not gonna take you out in plain sight of everyone here," he snapped, "I didn't come here for you to take me out," she insisted.
"Oh?" he asked.
"I came here to ball-if you're man enough," she taunted.
"Hey, what the hell are you talkin' about?" he asked. "You're just a kid. You think I'm gonna let myself get trapped with some jailbait? Forget it!"
"No one's trying to trap you," the girl insisted. "You're out for a good time and so am I. No one else knows I'm here. Besides, I need money,"
"Yeah? So you say. How do I know it's true?"
"Gee, I don't know what I can do to prove it to you," she shrugged.
"How'd you find out about where I was staying?" he snapped. "I didn't tell anyone except ... "
"Miss Selden," Jo Ann volunteered. "And she promptly told the other teachers, and I overheard it all."
"Yeah, well if that's the case, someone else might've overheard it, too. Sorry, kid, I ain't takin' no chances."
"Don't take chances," the girl shrugged. "There are more than a dozen motels just outside the town-proper. Why not drive there with me. You'll have a chance to see if anyone's following you while you drive, and believe me, there's no way the police can have every motel room around staked out."
Cortone looked at her and realized she was one smart cookie for such a young kid. He finally nodded, saying, "Okay, kid, we'll do it your way." After all, he had nothing to lose driving around with her in his car, making certain they weren't tailed. If she was telling him the truth, he'd get his rocks off with the kid. Why not?"
They went to his car after he had slipped on a shirt and jacket. He looked furtively around, was able to see no one, and once they were driving, he stared in the rearview mirror, but saw no cars on his tail. He wound in and out of streets quickly, but carefully, not wanting to attract police attention.
"Stop worrying about the police," she murmured, snuggling against him as he drove. "Just think about what you're going to do between my legs once the two of us get into bed."
Her warm thigh pressed shamelessly against that of the older man. Her hand reached out and felt the rock-hardness of his cock-a cock at the very equal to that of Dr. Joseph. She felt it trying to burst through the seams of his jeans.
By the time they reached one of the out-of-town motels, about five minutes on the outskirts, Cortone was finding it all but impossible to steer the car. The girl continued teasing him between his own thighs, her hand and fingers working relentlessly. He had protested, half-heartedly, that his concentration was being disrupted when she had brazenly unzipped his fly, worming her small hand inside, toying expertly with the hardness of his exposed cock.
In tortured confusion he had parked as fast as possible behind the motel as she had stroked and fondled him at will, whispering words in his ear calculated to keep him stiff. He awkwardly had to stuff his erection back in his pants.
"It'd save us time if you'd just leave it out," Jo Ann giggled.
He jumped from the car, ran to the registration office, and two minutes later was back with another key. Once they were in the motel room, an exact duplicate of the one where he had been staying, he took the time to appraise her once again under the dim light. If he was going to fuck this kid-and he decided he was-he wanted to get the most out of it. He was certain she'd probably be a fabulous fuck.
The girl undid her blouse and pulled it open. There was no brassiere underneath, and he had a chance to see her firm, small breasts, breasts with rich, pink pointed nipples that beckoned to him.
Content there was no way he would be trapped, Joe Cortone became more confident, and filled with more energy. He felt as if he were participating in, and watching a stag movie, all at the same time. It was almost unreal to see this young girl, younger than any female he had ever previously fucked, offering herself to him. He knew he would shortly be burying his throbbing cock in the depths of her young belly.
When she shook her body a little, making her breasts leap from side to side, he felt a renewed surge of blood shooting through him. He salivated as if feeling her breasts were inviting him to suck them.
Jo Ann wore a smug smile, seeing the way the man eyed her breasts. They might have been small, but for all that, they were still seductive to look at. Her eyes glanced appreciatively at the swollen mound inside his pants. Each time she moved, she saw his stiffly throbbing penis jerk again. Then she reached behind her and pulled down the short zipper and tugged her skirt down, and with her skirt came her panties, revealing a tantalizingly tan, girlish hip and a little graceful slope toward the front of her belly where the triangular flesh of her pubis was still hidden. Then she slid both hands over the curving indentation of her waist and lightly touched her breasts again, cupping one small mammary in each hand as if fondly admiring their small roundness, closing her eyes for a moment, caught in the grip of mounting passion. Her actions sent a chill of sensation rushing over the man's now fully aroused body, making him feel as if he was one huge upstanding cock, aching to tear into the lush body of the beautiful girl so lasciviously exposing her beautiful flesh to him.
Once more her hands caressed her torso as she began unveiling her lower charms at an agonizingly slow pace. Her slender young fingers pushed down the top of her skirt and panties, revealing first the tantalizingly fleshy globes of her sensuously curved buttocks. Then she showed the tops of her golden tan-fleshed thigh columns, and where they met the curving indentation of her belly. She sat on the edge of the near bed and pushed the skirt and panties lower, down and off her trim ankles, after which she lifted her legs and swung them around on the bed as she leaned back and sighed. The still expanding cock of Joe Cortone was eagerly jerking in his pants as he anxiously looked at the neat little hairless parting between her slightly spread, slender young thighs. The white flesh, with no hair at all, made him hungry to enjoy her all the more. He had never fucked a hairless cunt, and though he was certain it would not impart that much more feeling, the prospect of seeing his cock buried between labia with no moss had him aroused even to greater heights.
For the moment, Cortone felt rooted to the spot. He was unable to do anything other but watch as the girl lay back, smoothly gyrating her buttocks in tiny circular motions on the firm mattress, lasciviously enjoying her control over the man at this moment. Her lips felt very dry, for she realized she was the one in control, and would be, from here on in. The man was shuddering, looking her over from her lovely face to her quaking breasts, to the wet split between her thighs.
Here was a young chick who really knew how to turn a guy on. She was even better than Kathy Selden.
Jo Ann lifted herself up on one elbow and beckoned to the man by crooking her little finger. Like a mesmerized automaton, the man moved wordlessly toward her, raw desire beating the pulses in his body like myriads of tom-toms. He had a feeling that screwing this little girl was going to be one fantastic new and different experience. Probably, she would spoil him to the point where he would never be satisfied with adult women ever again.
When he stood before her supine form, looking down at her on the bed, running his avid eyes over her sweet nakedness, drinking in her tanned flesh, the girl lowered her eyes to his bulging pants and grinned knowingly as she said, "I have a feeling we're going to get along just fine, Mr. Cortone. Like two bunnies."
"You got that right," Joe Cortone nodded, feeling his bloodstream was filled with hotly boiling semen.
"Well, let's get that big man out in the open again," she said, sitting up and reaching out to undo his belt, once more releasing the hook on his pants and then unzipping him, knowing this time the cock would not be put away until it had paid proper homage to her.
"Take off your shirt. Mr. Cortone," she insisted, her voice husky with want as her hands slid his pants down over his thighs.
"Goodness, but that lovely cock of yours is really coming on strong, isn't he?" she teased, grinning as his thick prick jerked suddenly when her girlish fingers slid ever-so-lightly up and down his hairy thighs.
He lifted his feet one by one as she bent and removed his shoes and then took off one trouser leg at a time, flinging them impatiently to the side. All that remained between his cock and her body were his jockey shorts. She wasted no time gripping these by their elastic waistband and pulling them down, once again revealing his long, thick, hotly quivering rod of flesh, giving a throaty gasp of appreciation as it thrust out at an angle inches from her girlish mouth.
"Oh, are you ever well hung," she muttered in appreciation.
"Well, hell, kid, you're stacked for such a young girl, too," he exclaimed in response, looking at the small roundness of her naked breasts which nearly touched his thighs because by now she was kneeling on the floor in front of his cock.
She stared as though hypnotized by the rigid python of flesh and muscle, reaching up to run the tips of her youthful fingers gently over the ultra-sensitive skin of the head. Her fist closed around the outer casing and she began jerking the penis back and forth, sending blazing trails of wanton desire shooting through every nerve-ending in his body.
On a sudden impulse, Cortone reached down and grasped the smooth swells of her lovely young breasts and tugged her against him, squeezing the two breasts tightly around his throbbing instrument. Her hand slid to the base of his shaft in order to make room for him to do this, dipping back under the wrinkled sac of his testicles and cupping them in her soft palm, pressing them very firmly into the wide valley between her naked breasts-a valley that would narrow when she grew older.
As the man flexed his pelvic muscles and made forceful fucking motions,' his nakedly palpitating penis, thrust again and again between the heated softness of her small breasts, the tip reaching all the way up to touch her on the underside of her throat, as well as at her chin. Drops of glistening seminal oil smeared themselves on said chin.
"Ummmmm," she moaned, tempted to suck the cock; but holding off as he rubbed, his hardness against her softly tanned flesh. "Tell- me, .Mr. Cortone, would you like to fuck me now?"
"God, yes," he groaned in answer, the lascivious words still coming from her mouth exciting him beyond reason.
"Then tell it to me," she taunted, writhing her small breasts, one at-a time against his surging cock while her palm continued softly squeezing his balls.
"I wanna fuck you, kid!"
"How do you want to fuck me?" she taunted, her breathing that much hotter and faster on the bare skin of his stomach, "I wanna fuck my cock into your hot cunt, kiddo. I wanna fuck you until the head of my cock comes right outta your mouth."
"Ohhhhh ... yesssss .' ... " the young girl moaned, suddenly throwing herself back onto the bed, spreading her thighs, "Come on and do it! Fuck me! Fuck me before I die!" she insisted, yanking her knees wide apart so he was able to see the droplets of wetness making her pink vaginal lips wetter than before so they made all kinds of" sucking sounds. "You have one heck of a long, thick cock, I want to feel it fucking deep inside me, twisting around like a corkscrew in my pussy. Come on and screw me with it."
Still feeling as if he was watching a dirty movie, the man lay down beside the tantalizing young blonde and he roughly dragged her into his hairy arras, kissing her all the while. He moved one hand down to the smoothness of her tiny buttocks and crushed first one cheek, then the other. They were as perfectly shaped and youthfully taut as he had expected them to be. Her anxious body was aflame and soft against him, and she raised her face to his, locking her wet mouth tightly to his as her hand searched down between their tumultuous bodies and grasped the desire-stiffened hardness of his blood-bloated phallus. He pressed his head forward and wetly returned her kiss, her lips surrendering softly before the harsher pressure of his teeth with a yielding, rubbery resistance. The she ground her tantalizing young pelvis tightly into him, and he twisted her back and rolled on top of the lovely Jo Ann. His mouth remained clamped on hers as the girl opened her thighs wide to receive him.
Jo Ann crushed Cortone tightly against her young body and ran her small fingers searchingly down over his body, exploring further all that she wanted to discover about him. His obscenely throbbing and vibrating phallus was resting very firmly against the soft flesh of her inner thighs, the burning tip of it pressed hard into the narrow, hairless young slit of her aching cunt. She arched her delightful back up for a moment, lifting the two of them off the bed with all her strength as she reached beneath her buttocks with both hands, tugging her vaginal lips slowly apart, giving his penis that much greater contact with the wetly sensitive flesh between the curlicued inner lips. The full length of his hot, hard rod lay against the length of her hot slit.
Sliding his hands between the girl's shoulders and the mattress beneath, he ran them down the soft curves of her sweet back until he touched her waist and then her hips. His fingers touched the tiny ridges of her spine, moving slowly, almost imperceptibly beneath his touch as the girl undulated her delightfully young body against him in a slow, excruciatingly tantalizing rhythm, the tenseness of the sinews in her upper thighs tingling lightly under her skin pressed against the outside of his hips. The man was already picturing how they would grip around him very shortly when he had buried his seething stiffness into the depths of her burningly waiting cunt.
"Unnnnnhhhhh ... hhhhaaaannnnhhhh ... your cock feels so nice resting against my cunt," she gasped, and then her lips were kissing those of the older man after she had breathed the last word heatedly into his ear.
Writhing the flatness of her belly firmly against the body of the older man, she trailed her fingertips across his back, leaving pressure marks in his flesh. If she'd had nails, she would have cut swaths in his skin. He then shoved his hands that much farther down her lovely back, cupping the fullness of her asscheeks in his crushing palms as he tugged her wide-open pelvis firmly against him. He moved up and down very slowly, insinuating his stiffness its full length up and down the small, widespread slit, sensing her grow wetter with every passing moment. Her loins began a more and more desperate rotation against his until her legs suddenly snaked out on either side of his, moving around his body, her calves locking against the backs of his thighs as she pulled him that much more tightly into her.
"Uuuuunnnnhhhh ... fuck me ... honey ... fuck me ... Mr. Cortone ... fuck me ... n-o-o-o-o-o-owwww ... " she moaned into his mouth, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding hungrily around beneath him.
He started lifting himself, intent on reaching down and guiding his cock into her, but the moment he lifted himself, her hand was there first, moving between their stiffened bodies. Her fingers circled his penile pole and guided the head between the tantalizing lips of her seething cunt. The man above her groaned as he felt her slide the tip back and forth through her slit, parting the silky softness of her wet inner lips. The palpitating head throbbed that much more as her liqueous skin surrounded the tip, making it throb that much more and harden that much more until it ached from the excruciating pressure.
At that point Joe Cortone was unable to hold back any longer. He tensed himself, then flicked his hips forward with a suddenly cruel thrust, driving his eagerly aching cock into the hotly open mouth of her small pussy with flesh-splitting force.
"Ghhhhuuuuhhhhaaaannnnhhhh!" she gasped beneath the older man as he felt the hot, wet, elastic like vagina sheath slipping wetly over his sensitively naked penis. The hot, hard cock entered the resisting flesh of her vagina feeling the crushing pressure, making him think of her as being tighter than any virgin. For Jo Ann, it was pure heaven, because she was exercising control of her vaginal muscles, making them work like little fingers against his throbbing cock.
Cortone realized it would be very easy for him to learn to like fucking little girls like this. He would want to see this one again, and if not her, then some other little girl. Hell! Fucking young girls seemed far preferable to the snottier older women who thought they had treasures in those boxes between their legs.
The full length of his hot, hard, long shaft raced into the churning depths of her tantalizing vagina. In, in, in, as if there was no end to the tunnel and no end to the train entering it. She was warm and tight and wet, achingly squeezing the entire length of his probing cock and then gradually moving easier as the warm wetness of the smooth flesh passage surrounded him and lubricated the way.
Whoom! He was in all the way, and there was almost an inch of penile base still outside. But the head of his cock was unable to sink any deeper. His sperm-bloated testicles slapped flatly against the softly rounded cheeks of her behind and he felt as if his entire body was one long fleshy cock-pole buried it to its full length in the seething depths of her warm absorbing vaginal trough.
The beautiful young, teenage blonde gave a low, animal moan as she lay beneath the man, twisting momentarily to escape the sudden and unexpected agony of his hugeness. But Cortone only thrust that much harder, screwing his pelvis all the more firmly into her loins until there seemed to be no escape for her. She was skewered solidly on his cock, and he lay still above her for a moment to feel the endless inner rings of vaginal muscle clasping tightly around his cock as her cunt, like the mouth of a leech, fastened firmly around him. He was proud he was capable of making her feel the thickness of his cock. Not that he hadn't been able to make all the adult women feel it, but there was something special about being able to fuck this wonderful young cunt.
After all, she had started out, taking the upper hand and seducing him, but now that he was inside her, making her feel him, he had become the power and there seemed to be nothing she would be able to do to regain her mastery of him. He felt the age-old power of a male to dominate and totally subjugate a female no matter what her age, and he had to admit he relished the feeling as he held this beautiful young girl helplessly impaled beneath him, making the head of his cock throb as it swelled inside her again and again.
"Unnnnhhhh ... s-o-o-o-o-o ... biiiiig ... " she gasped, groaning at him through tightly clenched teeth.
Jo Ann had to admit, it was a mite longer and thicker than the cock of Dean Joseph. But that only made it feel that much better.
Cortone ground his pelvis into her squirmingly soft flesh as she lay beneath him and tried straining away from him to lessen the tension. The girl arched her loins, lifting the both of them off the mattress with her upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his trapping torso, opening and closing the columns of her slender thighs around Cortone's hips as she slowly began working her tight buttocks up and down in a chanting rhythm of lust as ancient as time, itself. Her lovely mouth hung slackly open, her head flailing from side to side on the pillows beneath in wildly sensuous abandon.
"Unnnnhhhh ... so good ... so good ... so good ... nowww ... shove your finger in my ass ... " she gasped, surprising him since it had never occurred to him a girl this young had anything to do with anal stimulation. "Yes, in my ass ... let me feel your fingerrrr ... "
She was so wanton, he felt a need to dominate her even more. His hand, still beneath her, crept between the cheeks of her ass and pulled them apart, and he began rhythmically stabbing the full length of his-hot, hard cock into the narrow vestry of her seething cunt, feeling her responsive inner wetness surround him repeatedly. He stretched the narrow crevice between her buttocks even wider apart, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her anal opening, finally finding it.
He felt a rivulet of smooth, wet moisture running from the wide-open crevice of her pink cunt now, trickling from beneath the hardness of his cock, across her perineum and into her asscrack. He moistened the tip of his jabbing finger in the hotly flowing vaginal fluids and probed at the tightly puckered anus, then he pushed hard, feeling the rubbery outer ring give a little, and then very abruptly the tight little elastic circle of flesh gave way under the pressure of his probing finger and the digit slipped into her to the first knuckle. Her body leaped up and pressed against that of the older man, almost crawling on her back as she attempted to escape from the initial hard pressure of her rectal penetration.
"Ooooohhhh! That hurts!" she mumbled. He responded by driving his finger that much deeper into her, and she jerked up and down as she gasped out, "Ohhhhh ... hhhuuunnnhhh .' ... yesssss ... aaaannnnhhhh ... yyyyeeeessss ... more .- ... more ... deeper ... deeper ... do it ... do it ... "
In spite of her obvious discomfort the girl seemed to like it, and Cortone felt her begin screwing her buttocks down against the upward pressure of his finger until the entire digit lay pushed into the narrow tunnel of her rectum. He rotated it slowly, smoothly around inside, stretching that much wider the smooth, fleshy walls of her tight rectum. Through the thin wall of flesh separating the two channels inside her, his finger felt the stiddened underside of his own throbbing phallic javelin as the organ continued skewering in and out of her. He had her trapped between both, finger and cock, and he kept the same rhythm in her rectum that his cock had set in her cunt. She followed the cadence easily enough, opening her legs that much wider to give him greater access to her hungrily grinding loins.
The man felt his cock inside her thickening even more, expanding to the point where it was ready to burst. Exquisite sensations permeated the organ as never before as desire built weightily in the depths of his testicles as his scrotum slapped heavily against her buttocks, below. He felt as if his body was filled to the tip of his head with semen, and he was certain it wouldn't be long before he emptied the entire reservoir of semen into the depths of her soft, girlish belly.
In spite of the pressure on his cock to come, the man realized he would be able to hold off until the girl also came. It was necessary to always make things good for the female partner so she would always return for more. That bitch, Kathy Selden, would come begging for his cock tomorrow night, but by then he would have someone else lined up-perhaps someone as young and tender and delightful as this beautiful girl. God! He had to admit, facially she had to be the most beautiful female he had ever seen, and that lithe, limber body of hers was still developing to the point where one day it would really be fantastic.
He rammed his hot, hard cock into her with more and more driving strokes, at the same time spearing his finger that much deeper and harder into the depths of her heatedly absorbing anus, exciting her that much more. Arousal had him fully in its grip by now.
All of a sudden he realized she was on the verge of orgasm as she clamped her thighs that much more tightly around him, opening and closing them that much more rapidly, keeping time to the hurried way he was pounding his hard cock into her vaginal temple. She gurgled uncontrollably in the depths of her throat beneath him, panting heavily.
"Uuuuunnnnhhhh! Fuck meeee ... fuck meeeee ... yesssss ... fuck me harrderrr ... aaaannnnhhhh ... harrrderrrr ... harrderrrr ... " she repeated again and again, mumbling and gasping and panting between tightly clenched teeth as she spurred him on by kicking him on his rear-end. Her legs were jack-knifed tightly beneath him so that he was now pressing her round little knees back into the firmness of her young breasts, offering him the fullest opening of her rising and falling vagina. Her eyes roiled uncontrollably in her head as passion contorted her face and she strained toward that final explosion about to be set off in her intensely quivering young belly.
"COMMMIIIINNNNGGGG ... " she coughed ecstatically, her mouth gaping wide in ecstasy. "COMMIIIINNNNGGGG!"
She repeated it a little louder now, feeling the orgasm rise in her feminine delta as she slammed her pelvis upward all the harder and more rapidly. She pulled back her thighs until the whole of her stretched pink, young vaginal slit was presented that much more to him to batter and use as he wished. Her ankles now reached over his shoulders and her hot pussy squirmed in uncontrolled abandon.
She shouted, and then her sounds trailed off into incoherent mumbles, becoming unintelligible noises. She thrashed insanely about, jerking this way and that, bodies pounding one against the other, her nostrils flaring widely as she screwed her open virginal mouth all the more relentlessly against the solidly pounding cock as she cemented herself firmly to him while her loins jerked in spasmodic upheaval against his belly.
She held him firmly against her and did not breathe for one endless moment, and then exhaled as yet another orgasm hit her like a fist in the belly. She lay there, suddenly out of breath, out of strength, limp as he continued pumping into her, and she realized the man still hadn't come.
Joe Cortone felt like continuing to pump away, but instead, decided to wait a while. It was much nicer if he was able to make the ladies understand that if he was that far behind them when they came, he would wait until they had regained their strength, at which time he would pump them again and make them come again, while coming, himself.
He pulled his hard cock from her interior, and she looked up at him and smiled, saying, "That was really nice. I've never had anyone screw me that anxiously before."
"It ain't over yet, kiddo," he said, looking down at his solid cock.
"Gee!" she murmured. "You held back through all that? You must be worn out. This time, let me do the work."
CHAPTER TEN
Joe Cortone was glad he had waited instead of shooting off, half-cocked, so to speak. The massage of her cunt had been something unequalled, and he definitely wanted more. He was now lying on his back, and the idea of her doing the work, and of his feeling her hot, sticky cuntal interior around his cock again, made him feel really good.
Looking down at his body as he lay on his back, he saw the heavy globs of oil from her cunt flooded on his groin. God! He had never known a female capable of coming so copiously. His huge cock pointed itself at the ceiling, still throbbing and pulsing as he watched the girl expectantly, anxious of her to get to work. She was quickly recovering her stamina.
After a few moments, she clambered on top of him to sit straddling his hairy thighs, her eyes locked on the lance of his hard cock as she held it tightly between open palms, stroking very gently, tugging up and down, making his loins undulate as the ache in his semen-bloated testicles increased almost beyond endurance.
Slowly she eased herself forward and lifted her wide-spread vaginal plane high above his fulcrum, and keeping the spear of his cock pointed upward and aimed at her cunt, a cunt that looked like a swamp of mired liquids, she slowly lowered herself onto the stiffly upthrust organ. Joe felt the hotness of the soddenly wet vaginal lips surrounding the throbbing head as she gradually sank lower and lower until the full length of his cock seemed to disappear into her craving cunt. He felt the head of his cock touch her back wall, and still she pressed down, the elastic back wall moving in a bit, and this time her vaginal lips surrounded and gripped the base of his phallus, sucking on it, tickling his hair-covered testicles as well.
Joe moaned, feeling wild sensations charging crazily through him as his loins quivered from the feeling of having this luscious female sitting on his impaling stiffness. She sat for a long time, rotating her young body, squirming it against his, making him writhe out of control. Then, little by little she began lifting herself away from him until he saw almost all of the obtruding fleshy trunk emerge from within her with only the glans locked inside. Then the girl simply let herself drop as she took every last millimeter of him into her belly again.
He began bucking underneath her now as she continued to see-saw motion on his cock, jamming it so hard into her, when she came down on his belly, a deep grunt came from the depths of her throat. He felt great swirls building again in the depths of his testicles as she reached around behind her beneath her juddering buttocks and squeezed his balls in her tiny fingers, at the same time running her other hand over her breasts, first one, then the other. She paused each time to tweak a pink nipple in auto-erotic fashion, and the sight of it excited Joe Cortone even more. The beautiful young blonde girl kept her eyes shut and her lovely face was the picture of lascivious enjoyment as she continued the obscene act.
He groaned again and again, his lips pulled back tightly over his teeth in a wide grimace. Then he gasped as he bucked and jerked, feeling the beginning of the flood rising in his testicles. He kept his vision locked on the sight of his cock pumping in and out of her wetly clinging vagina as the hot sperm rose from his prostate and moved through the urethra in his pulsing rod.
"OHHHHH ... YYYYEEEEAAAAHHHH!" he bellowed and began spewing forth into the burning, sucking depths of her tantalizingly young cunt. His body jerked from side to side as he poured endless gushes repeatedly into her seething depths, filling her with blast after blast of that which had been manufactured within him. His eyes remained locked on her lovely body, seeing the small breasts jump up and down in rhythm to the way her cunt slid up and down on his upthrust cock. She fucked insanely, even feeling his cock shooting, enhancing the feeling that much more for him.
"Good ... good ... good ... " she gasped. "Keep coming ... keep coming ... stay harrrd ... just a little longer ... just a little longer ... yesss ... " she bellowed, and once again her cunt became a lock, squeezing and crushing the length of his cock with such pressure, for a while the blood in his penile sacs was unable to retreat, thus keeping his prick as solid as ever, almost to the point of pain as it released the last drops of ecstasy fluid into her seething succulence.
Joe Cortone was totally out of energy, and simply lay there on the bed. His body went limp, and little by little, so did his cock.
Jo Ann was convinced she had been right when she had told herself that one cock would no longer suffice. She needed more. The more she had, the more she desired. As far as she was concerned, she was doing nothing wrong in spite of the admonitions of her parents and the teachings of her church. It felt good, no one was getting hurt, and her own schoolwork in subjects she had hitherto been poor was suddenly showing a marked improvement. Yes, there was no doubt about it. Jo Ann needed sex. Her only problem was continually finding new sources. But at least he had paid her ... fifty dollars.
Joe Cortone let her off a block from her home and drove away. When Jo Ann entered the house it was quarter to nine. Her parents would not be suspicious if only because the library closed at eight-thirty, and it would take her fifteen minutes, at the earliest, to get back.
There had to be a way to find an endless supply of men who were not only sexually good, but who were disease-free. It was quite a problem, and she decided Rita was the one with whom to discuss it. She had become very friendly with the older woman, and had even had another sexual encounter with her, feeling that much better for it.
She knew Rita would do anything to curry favor with her. Just as she needed Rita when there were no decent males around, so Rita needed her, because the woman was limiting her lesbian play to Jo Ann. After all, the more women who knew about Rita's bi-sexual ways, the better chance for Rita to be discovered. Rita didn't want that, and neither did Jo Ann.
The following afternoon, after the semi-annual lecture delivered by Joe Cortone, during which time the man had noticed her sitting in the front row, Jo Ann left quickly and hurried home. She saw Rita getting out of her car and about to enter her home and called to her. Rita waved back and waited for Jo Ann to approach.
The lovely blonde girl went to the brown-haired woman and explained how she was looking for a little security and some good cock at the same time. She wanted to be reassured she was getting prime penis, penis that was not diseased, and penis on which she would be able to count. Rita had been expecting this. One of the reasons why she had finally gone the less route with Jo Ann was to discover just how sexually aroused the girl was capable of becoming, and she had found out.
Although Rita enjoyed both kinds of sex, until her forays with Jo Ann, she had been faithful. Aside from the ever-increasing need for a lesbian relationship, another reason why Rita had done what she had done was the discovery that Nat, her husband, whom she had always believed faithful, had been cheating on her. Not being one of those stupid wives who confronts her husband with divorce, Rita had talked it over calmly with Nat, who had told her he was unable to help himself.
He also told her there would have been nothing he would have loved more than to let her make it a threesome, but first of all, the girls he had been fucking would object, and the two other men who were part of his Wednesday night bowling club would also object, since they had not done any bowling in years, but rather the three of them had used Wednesday nights for balling. However, Nat had told his wife, he would be able to convince his two friends to allow Rita to join in, provided Rita was able to find a girl willing to handle at least two of the men, Nat being one of the two, while Rita, herself, took on the third man, switching off in the first two weeks, and then taking on both of them the third week.
Now Jo Ann was ready, and so was Rita, so Rita told her about her husband's group, saying, "I warn you, Jo Ann, they're not exactly good-looking men. But from what my husband tells me, the other two are as good as he is when it conies to wielding "the big stick," and let me tell you, Nat is very good. So suppose we make it a five some, the two of us, and my husband and his two male buddies."
"Okay," Jo Ann nodded. It meant she would be assured of at least one good, solid fucking every week, and she was certain she and Rita would swing together another time during the week, which meant there would be only one or two other days during the week when she would feel the need for sex, and she had the feeling she would find either the right man or boy to fill in at such times.
So Jo Ann told Rita to tell her husband she was willing to be the second girl, just as long as two out of every three weeks she had the two men. In fact, at least once she would want to know what it was like to take on all three men, and Rita agreed.
Nat Elgiese was not a tall man. About five-feet-nine, he had almost no hair on top, with only dark-brown fringes over his ears. He wore glasses, and Jo Ann had to admit he really wasn't that much to look at, but Rita had assured Jo Ann that her husband was a wildcat in the sack.
They agreed they would all meet that same evening, Wednesday, at the Elgiese home. Jo Ann had gone over there, ostensibly to sit for Rita, with her parents' approval, but without their knowledge that not only were Nat and Rita still home, but they had two other male guests there.
When Jo Ann arrived, a little after seven, a simple blue dress and her topcoat, Nat let her in, and it was obvious the glint in his eye wasn't light reflected off his glasses. He was hungry for her.
He introduced her to two other men, and she was surprised to see one was Charlie Harker's father, Andy. Andy had a mustache, was big and burly, with the same intensity in his face his son had, but he wasn't nearly as hairy. True, he had more a belly than Charlie, but Jo Ann was willing to bet he also had more of a cock.
The other man was even taller, older, and fatter than Andy. His name was Don, and she remembered he lived down the block. He had had a triple bypass two years earlier, and she was afraid to do anything with him, but Don assured her he was completely normal, now.
Don left them not long after being introduced, and Rita stopped in for a moment, and then went down to the basement. The two kids were in bed and asleep.
Jo Ann sat and, talked with Andy and Nat for a while, and then Nat said, "Let's go down to the basement, Jo Ann."
The two descended the cellar steps, and Jo Ann noted the whirlpool had been covered by metal panels that automatically slid into place when a button was pressed. Off to the side, she was startled to see Rita, totally naked, on her hands and knees on a cot, and the huge, bearlike Don, also naked was mounting her, wrapping his pawlike hands around Rita's waist. Both Jo Ann and Nat saw the man's glistening pink cock, hot and hard, extended from his groin as Don hunched in close, endeavoring without using his hands, to bury his cock in Rita's cunt.
Rita felt her taut belly beginning to constrict while she remained kneeling. She had never let any man other than Nat touch her since her marriage, and it was far more difficult for her to cheat on her husband, even with him approving, with a man, than it had been with Jo Ann. She sensed Don's weight on her back, his hairy belly pressing against her large white asscheeks, his tongue licking her spine kindling all kinds of wild sensations in the depths of her quaking body. Now, she found herself sobbing, but with an admixture of lust and fear as she shifted her asscheeks from side to side in an effort to try and capture the long, thick cock. God! She did want that slippery organ inside her, had to have it in fact to quell insane tinglings within that were continually increasing in the depths of her flaring, womanly cunt.
With her right hand she finally reached between her widespread thigh-columns, aware her husband and the young girl were watching as she grasped the wet shaft and caused the stimulated man to growl with desire while whimpering with need as the woman did her best to place the pulsing cock at the achingly wet mouth of her passion-flushed, vaginal opening.
Don, finally feeling the tip of his penis inside the tight hole, thrust forward, hard. His long, thick shaft sank out of sight to the balls in Rita's cunt.
" Ahhhhuuuunnnnhhhh!" Rita gasped with delight as the impaling length slid into the depths of her welcoming vagina.
The man gasped with a ferocity he never showed when seen in public as he clutched possessively at Rita's somewhat fleshy waist, thrusting his cock deeper, spreading the woman's narrow vaginal passage that much wider as he hammered his long cock into her again and again, his balls banging against her clitoris.
Rita turned to see her husband staring in awed fascination, lascivity taking hold of him as he gaped with more and more lust as the thick, almost scarlet shaft continued slithering in and out of her tightly sucking pussy. The hairy balls swung back and forth, back and forth beneath Rita's damp, moist, hairless cunt.
The disturbed husband was watching the way their neighbor bucked frenziedly into the tightness of his willing wife's slurping pussy as he attempted to skewer her deeper with every driving thrust of the hotly glistening phallus. Don was grunting with the ferocity of a wolf as he kept on slamming into her.
Jo Ann was amazed at what she was seeing. She had never thought Rita capable of such action. The woman was moving even more frenziedly than she, making Jo Ann realize she still had something to learn, but in this case from watching another woman rather than a man. Just looking at what Don was doing to Rita had her hot beyond reason. But then, the very helplessness of their situation, the obscene incidents that had taken place with the other men aroused her that much more. It was all so luridly arousing, and the girl had to admit she was getting hotter watching all this with every passing second. A renewal of hunger agitated her loins-hunger for cock. A low, exotic moan broke from the lips of the teenage girl, and she turned to Nat Elgiese, her eyes imploring him to do something for her, letting him know she needed cock. She noticed Nat nodding, as if to let her know he was there to gratify that desire.
He was already helping her undress, and subconsciously a fire stormed up inside her as she pushed herself against the bald man, wildly undulating her hips and torso against him, feeling the man's hand squeeze her buttocks beneath the thin material of the dress she was wearing as he pressed a rock-solid cock forward into the split between her trembling young thighs.
"Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... " she whispered. "Fuck me right now, right here," she insisted. "Let's do it in front of Rita. It'll make her happy, and it'll make both of us happy."
"Jesus!" Nat spat out, and Jo Ann felt him pushing her down until she lay on the hard floor of the cellar. She knelt before him in an instant, watching him fumble with the zipper of his fly, and she helped him, tugging it down, assisting him to free the lewdly bobbing organ as it bounced in front of her face.
She stared at the hot cock and salivated, realizing once again, it didn't matter what the man looked like as long as he had a working cock, and Nat Elgiese had a working cock.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Big, bearlike Andy Harker had waited a while, wanting to make sure the young blonde girl didn't get a case of the screaming mimis when Nat put his cock to her. He listened at the top of the cellar steps, and convinced everything was fine below, descended the stairs.
In the corner, he was able to see Rita wildly humping her large ass back against Don's pounding cock. The older woman seemed totally captivated by the cock fucking her, which was good, because next week Andy was the one who was going to fuck Rita. Don, he noticed, was getting one helluva big bang out of the woman, pistoning into the trembling softness of Rita's willingly upheld buttocks, Moans of bliss and ecstasy came from Rita's lust-slackened lips as the strong arms of the powerful man continued clinging to her soft, white, rotating hips.
In the foreground he saw Nat and the blonde kid. The kid was undressed now, and though she had a way to go before being fully developed, Andy had to admit what she did have was nice. God! He had never seen such a young kid so erotically aroused before. Hell! He figured the kids probably matured at an early age. Sheesh! If this was the case, his own son, Charlie must really be balling it up, Andy wondered if Charlie had torn off a piece of this young thing yet. Not that it mattered to him. What Charlie did was his own business, just as what he did was none of Charlie's business.
It had been a long time since Andy Harker had fucked anything quite this young, and in this neighborhood one had to be careful, which was why he, Nat, and Don had formed the bowling club and had ostensibly gone out of town on Wednesday where balling, not bowling was the order of the evening.
Standing with arms akimbo and legs apart, Nat smiled down at the lovely, now-naked young blonde whose hand was shucking his cock up and down. He nodded with approval at the pressure of her hand, admitting he liked the feel of what she was doing. Smoothly his big hand slipped behind the long, dark-blonde hair cascading down the lovely young girl's naked back and he drew her face closer and closer to his body. The bulbous tip at the end of his penis was leaking the colorless oils that were smearing themselves all over the head.
In his ears, Nat was able to hear the lusting moans and groans of his wife as her cunt was being fucked from behind by one of his buddies. Hell! It was as if everything was fitting into place, now. They had lived in this "normal" city for many years now, adhering to the so-called normal way of life, going to church, sending their kids to religious school, but the fact of the matter was. everyone in the basement was not meant to lead a so-called normal life. In fact, he was willing to bet if they checked around Colton there would be a lot more people who weren't meant to lead "normal" lives. Nat wondered why he had tried pushing his wife and himself toward it all this time. Hell! He loved his wife, and it pleased her to be fucked by another man. Why not let it happen since he loved her? She was willing to let him fuck this young kid? Hell! This young kid was in need of a kind of abnormal love, herself.
"Come on, lick it, kid," he said, looking down at Jo Ann. "Lick it like it's a lollipop, and after a while, I'll stuff it into your hot little pussy and fuck you with it."
Abruptly, a maddening arousal mixed with thrilling desire began welling up inside the beautiful blonde young girl as she felt the man above her writhing and wriggling, groaning with need as the head of his feverishly hard cock swelled up. The girl brought her stunning face forward as if magnetized by the wonder of Nat's hard, pink-headed cock. She sucked her breath in and flicked out her anxious pink tongue, bringing it into direct contact with the throbbing rubbery tip. She slowly, tantalizingly swirled her tongue around the organ, wetly experimenting with it, aware by now that each man liked a different thing when his cock was sucked. Her tongue finally found the little opening in the head and she licked away at it.
At that point Andy approached them. He had shucked his own clothes, looking like a hairy gorilla underneath. Nat looked up and nodded.
"Come on in, the chick is fine," Nat invited, realizing he was enjoying this kind of orgy that much more because his own wife was part of it and approving of his being part of it, too.
He was able to see Andy's hot cock was hard and throbbing and ready, and as he approached Jo Ann, Nat saw the girl visibly tremble as if she had been expecting this. To think, she was so erotically aroused at her tender age she wanted more than one man.
Jo Ann was thrilled. This would be her second time with two males. What made it all somewhat amusing was the fact that her first time with two members of the masculine gender she had been with Charlie Harker, and now that she was with two men again, she was with Charlie's father.
The girl realized sex had become an obsession with her, and these men at least had the ability to keep their mouths shut. Even if it meant using them more than once, at least she would have them in reserve to keep herself from being frustrated, and more important, she knew they would keep themselves clean and not contract any VD. That was important in this day and age when things like Herpes II ran rampant.
"Hey," Andy asked, standing behind her and rubbing the tip of his cock against her spine. "Have you ever made it with Charlie?"
She slipped Nat's cock from her mouth, turned to face him, nodded, and said, "He fucked me in the ass once," then turned back to Nat and took his cock in her mouth again, tasting the pungent tang of droplets that was his seminal oil.
Andy grunted and put his hands on her shoulders as she continued sucking Nat's cock. His hands slid down the sides of her body and slowly brought her to a standing position, though she was bent forward and continued sucking the throbbing penis. She gurgled as she felt the thick and weighty head of Andy Marker's cock slowly part the curlicued lips of her cunt and gently, slowly, carefully introduce itself inside. He squatted a little and pushed forward, and the thick shaft slid in a little deeper.
Nat lowered himself to the floor now, and the girl's head went down with him as he lay supine, and she bobbed her head over him, sucking his cock in and out, slurping all over it, savoring the meatiness of the pulsating organ. Her spirits soared as Andy followed her down so that he was kneeling behind her as she remained on her knees with her bum upthrust, and he was fucking into her cunt the same way Don was slamming into Rita's.
Below her, Nat grunted with delight and began humping his hard hips upward, sliding his thick, lecherous phallus in and out of the beautiful young blondes mouth as Jo Ann willingly sucked with a wet slurping noise, thrilled to feel herself being royally fucked from behind by the father of the boy who had already ass-fucked her, once.
Nat tangled a hand in the long, blonde hair of the younger girl as his other hand caressed her puffy cheeks, enjoying the licentious way her delightful head bobbed up and down while her entire supple, satiny young body quivered with the powerful jolts of Andy Harker's thrusting cock as it nailed itself into her cunt from the rear again and again.
As far as Jo Ann was concerned, this was fantastic! It was as if she had waited all her young life for this kind of loving.
The young girl's brain reeled ecstatically, her body alive with sheer sensual bliss while her lips continued their wanton sucking of the tasty, ever-expanding cock that delved through her mouth. It throbbed, and she realized he was close to ejaculation, but she didn't want to swallow sperm, just yet. She wanted something else.
Taking her lips from the cock, she pulled off Andy's penis as well, and said, "I want to be fucked by the both of you at once-one in my cunt, the other in my ass."
The two men looked at one another, then back at her, and nodded. They stretched her out on the wooden basement floor, right near where Don was still fucking Rita, and they lay down on either side of her, both their bodies touching hers. She lay on her side between them as the two men penetrated her. It was Nat who slowly slid his thick phallus into the waiting tightness of her rectum as her hands held it open for him, and after, he wasted while Andy slowly slid his long cock into the lovely young girl's teeming pussy. The pressure of the two cocks thrilled her to the point that any discomfort was quickly forgotten as she thrilled to the internal massage she was receiving.
The idea that these two grown men were fucking her this way aroused Jo Ann all the more and drove her toward cyclonic lust as never before. The two penises slid deeper and deeper into her, and the thrills seemed to go on forever and ever. She wanted it to go on and to never stop. The freedom, the mounting erotic bliss of it all, the hands, the two men both clutching and gripping at her, making her know she was wanted and needed and desired as she had not quite known it before all combined to make Jo Ann feel a sense of overwhelming thrills the like of which were incredible. She was completely and helplessly impaled, both front and rear, and loving it. Her young brain was reeling. Nothing really mattered to her other than the tremendous sensation of subliminal rapture she was enjoying, aware thrills were about to explode inside her as never before.
Rita turned her head to watch, overjoyed that the young girl was enjoying all this as much as she was. It meant, as far as Rita was concerned, that in Jo Ann she had a friend, for a few years, anyway, until the girl grew up, became a woman, and then like Rita would probably prefer a younger girl, herself.
Don was pistoning into Rita that much more quickly now, and she knew the big man was on the verge of an orgasm. At the same time, the knowledge enhanced her own inner feelings so that she felt her own climax approach.
The engrossed trio lying nearby managed to watch Rita come as their own inner fiery lusts continued to build higher in the groveling slippery sex-thrusts that joined the three of them in what amounted to an act of love. From different positions on the floor beside Rita, they saw the older woman's mouth open and gasp wide in a choking cry as she began to wildly toss her head from side to side, her short brown hair flouncing all over her shoulders. She was in the throes of total wanton orgasm as the trio stared, seeing the older woman screwing her naked buttocks back salaciously against Don like a wanton, rutting bitch. The man's tongue was hanging out of his mouth almost loosely like that of an animal as he continued fucking into the high-waving cunt below the rounded asscheeks of Rita's tantalizing behind.
Again Rita cried out, screaming and gasping and shaking, ramming back deliriously against Don, and then the heavy man roared, "OHHHH ... " and was spurting hot, white seed into the throbbing cunt of the older woman as she bucked up and down in the thrall of her own climax and took in all the hot sperm. The white, rounded buttocks began hollowing and contracting, jerking left and right, tensing again and again, indicating the climactic upheaval within her quaking belly as she came against the convulsing cock buried in her hot cuntal crypt.
Don was panting, unable to bellow any longer as he kept on pumping, feeling one rampant thrill after another tear through him. His hairy body continued brushing against the rounded buttocks of the young girl as she moaned out the last palpitating spasms of her excitement. She fell forward, totally exhausted.
Now it was Jo Ann's turn. The beautiful blonde felt the dual penises screwing in her body working her to a frenzied height the like of which she had never previously experienced as orgasms mounted in her cunt and her ass. It seemed as if the two climaxes were going to strike the golden-haired girl simultaneously. She moved her belly back and forth, her twin orifices nursing on the two malebones, pulling both that much more deeply into her as she felt herself on the verge.
"NOWWWWW ... HHHHAAAANNNNGGG-GHHHH ... YYESSSS ... " she screamed, shaking as the climax started seemingly at the apex of the world's highest mountain and took off straight up into the stratosphere.
Jo Ann shook as the orgasm cataclysmically made her tremble, totally out of control. That was when she felt the hot seen of Andy Harker spurting into her cunt. He fired strongly, uncontrollably, as he bellowed.
Hot splashed seed spurted into her pussy again and again, and there was so much of it, it came oozing out. It ran down her thighs, and she thrilled to the smearing of it.
"Now you, now you," she gasped at Nat.
"H A N G H ... U N G H ... OOOONNNNGGGGHHHH ... " Nat cried out, and his throbbing cock began spurting burning white fluid into the tempestuous depths of the lovely young girl's rectum. Nat gripped her tightly, unable to do anything other than hold her as he fired into her rectum again, and he vowed that next time he would use her cunt. Her ass and her mouth had proven equally good, and from the way Andy was moaning, it was obvious the kid knew how to use her cunt muscles, as well.
It was Rita who broke things up, reminding everyone that the young girl had to be home at a reasonable hour so her parents wouldn't suspect what was going on. Everyone stepped back while Rita slid the automatic cover off the whirlpool, and then Jo Ann lowered her tired body into it and cleaned herself off.
After, she dressed, and went home, smiling.
Jo Ann was a considerably more fulfilled girl now than she had been some weeks ago, when she had first decided to venture into the world of sex. She had given up the idea of making money sexually, not because she was any less of a whore, but simply because she didn't like the idea of asking for money when she was getting as much from all the sex as the men she had been with.
She felt satisfaction, to a certain extent, knowing that her sexcapades had borne some interesting side effects. Chris Weller was now doing well in school and had stopped drinking. Joe Cortone had stopped fooling around with the faculty, and as a result Kathy Selden was fairly miserable, which made Jo Ann very happy, since she wasn't too wild about Miss Seiden to begin with.
Rita, her husband, Andy Marker, and Don had a regular date with Jo Ann on Wednesdays from now on. It became known in Jo Ann's home as her babysitting night, which was fine with her parents because the Elgieses never stayed out too late, and Jo Ann always came home in plenty of time to get some rest.
Charlie Marker shaved his beard and had his hair cut, and he looked almost as good as his father so that on some weekdays, when she had nothing better to do, Jo Ann balled with Charlie. Even the school janitor always managed to smile at her whenever she went past.
Dean Joseph kept her in his class for the rest of her stay at high school, and even kept her after class once or twice. But she wanted nothing more to do with the dean, No one caught on to what she was doing, and at no time did Jo Ann ever have reason to regret having become sexually astute. Later in life, she would, in fact, be glad.
