Chapter 4
"Dad! What is it?" I bugged him. "I can tell you're just bursting to tell me something."
"Looks like you'll finally have a taste of Lesbian love with someone other than your Mother or Vickie," he said, driving very slowly. "Most women who want a girl never come out and tell me. They usually go through a bellhop or bartender. But I was at the hotel bar this afternoon, and this very handsome woman, in her forties I figured, starts talking about sex with me. She's nice looking, good body. Hell, I was fairly sober, so I had ideas about her because it looked like she was hot and wanted a man.
"Yeah ... ha ha ... she was hot all right. But just as I get my hand on her thigh at the bar there and mentioned our going to her room. She looked straight into my eyes, shook her head negatively and said, "I'm sorry, but I go for young girls!'
"I thought she was kidding until I showed her the color pictures of you and watched her eyes just about jump out of her head. One thousand dollars!
No argument. She wants you to spend the night, I think, and at that price, it's worth it."
"Oh, Dad ... I'm really excited ... more excited than the first trick I ever took on!" I exclaimed.
"Damnit, Connie!" Dad said, suddenly angry. "Don't use that cheap whore talk! The people you visit are clients. You're not a whore. I never considered your mother or you being whores."
"Yes, Dad," I replied apologetically. "But tell me more about this woman. What color hair does she have? About how tall is she?"
"Oh ... brunette," Dad said, pulling in to the supermarket parking lot, but remaining in the car to talk a few minutes after we parked. "She's a little more on the chubby side than your mother. I'd say she has a body something like Vickie's ... Oh, hell, that reminds me. I told her about Vickie, and she wants to get with both of you. We can't do that tonight though. While you're gone, maybe it'll be a good time to break Vickie in. She's sixteen now...."
"Oh, Dad ... let me break her in and tell her all about it?" I asked anxiously.
'We'll talk about that later," he said, dismissing the subject and returning to my first Lesbian client. "Now, this woman's name is Rhoda Farrington ... Mrs. Rhoda Farrington, and she comes down to Washington quite a lot looking for young girls because her husband's scared to death of any of their New York or Miami neighbors or friends finding out she likes girls. Now ... her husband's name is Adam Farrington. Recognize it?"
"He ... he's a millionaire or something, isn't he?" I asked, trying to think.
"Or something ... yeah!" Dad said with a big laugh. "Adam Farrington is about the richest man in America or Europe! He's got oilfields in Oklahoma, diamond mines in South Africa, cattle ranches in Brazil and Argentina, six hotels in Europe ... he must own half the damn world. Think how important this could be to us. His wife likes young girls. You and Vickie can overwhelm her! And you start out tonight. And you wear a miniskirt ... just like you wear to school. No stockings, a tight sweater to make those boobies bounce. And ... you think you can get away with not wearing a bra?"
"Sure, I'll wear a very light jacket over the sweater and take it off and stuff it in my bag right before I knock on her door," I said.
"Good girl!" Dad responded happily. "Now, let's get these few things your mother wants from the store here, and then you go home and shower and get fixed up. I'll call Mrs. Farrington and tell her you'll be there about eight. And remember?"
"Yes?"
"You're sixteen years old and a sophomore in high school."
I dressed exactly as Dad had suggested, and I wore a very closely woven pair of nylon panties with that sleek look, which is almost essential if I'm wearing a miniskirt without pantyhose. I used just a little lipstick, but nothing else. Eye shadow, even a little pencil on the brows, would detract from the clean, fresh, unspoiled "school girl" type she obviously wanted.
When I knocked on the door of her suite at the hotel, I was so excited I almost forgot to take off my little jacket and stuff it in my bag. Just in time, I was standing there with my breasts straining to push through the tight sweater as Mrs. Farrington opened the door.
"Connie ... yes, I recognize you from your pictures!" she exclaimed, gesturing for me to enter the modernly furnished living room of the suite. "But your pictures hardly do you justice. You're more developed than I thought. And I do love precociously developed young girls. Your father tells me that you and your sister suck each other off ... and that he and your mother have sex with you. I think that's absolutely fascinating! My damned Adam ... my husband ... likes sex of every kind just like me. But he has to be so extremely careful. A scandal could cause such a roar.
"Do sit down, my dear. I have some ice cubes and Scotch and soda there. Do you drink liquor? Or should I get you a soft drink?"
"I'll have some Scotch and soda," I told her. "I think just one or two light drinks help me get more in the mood."
"Oh, you're such a beautiful, sexy young thing!" she exclaimed, watching my nipples roam around under the sweater, and the shapeliness of the hah of my thighs the mini exposed. "You ... oh, darling, you're not wearing a bra! You preciously adorable child! Now, Connie, you must tell me what you think of me. I have to know. And I want the truth!"
As I sat down, the older woman stood in front of me, about four feet away. She was wearing a very colorful long robe that went all the way to the floor, but I had already been able to judge that she must have very large breasts. When she took the robe off, she was completely naked underneath.
Mrs. Farrington's legs were slim to a certain degree, only becoming quite full gradually until her upper thighs and ass seemed quite large, but certainly not unattractive. Her flesh was very firm, and her waistline slim for a woman of forty-nine (which I discovered later was her age). But her huge breasts were just unbelievable! They were solid, huge, and stuck out far more firmly than Mother's, with just as much bigness and bounce as mine or Vickie's ... more bigness, of course. I would have guessed she took a 40-C in a bra.
"Yes, my sweets," she said with a proud, proud smile. "I thought they would fascinate you. Go ahead. Feel them."
Mrs. Farrington knelt in front of me and I hefted each one of the uptilted beauties. They were simply gorgeous and unbelievably firm. The white, only minutely veined flesh was a pure delight to feel and fondle and kiss. Her nipples were protruding and hard, the areolas relatively small. I lowered my head eagerly to suck one of them into my mouth.
"Plenty of time for that later, my sweets," she said teasingly, standing up with her legs apart so that I had a very close view of her thick, black pubic hair. "Look at this too."
She put her hand to her pussy and pulled the lips open. The lips themselves were perfectly formed and already moist. The woman smiled at me as she saw the wonder in my face, then dipped two fingers way inside her pussy and brought them out drooling wet, raised them to her mouth and licked them.
"I do taste good, precious," she said, smacking her lips. "Here ... take a little taste now ... much more later."
Mrs. Farrington dipped her fingers into the wet hole again and brought them out saturated with her sexual juices. I parted my lips and began to lick them with my tongue. The odor and taste of her juices were very much like Mother's ... but, even more like Vickie'sl
"And do you think I have a delightful ass?" she suddenly inquired, standing sideways and slapping her firm buttock. "And look at my cleavage, precious. It makes my husband go absolutely mad when he's in the mood for ass. He buggers young boys too."
The woman reached back and opened the crevice between her large and shapely cheeks of ass. There was nothing old and withered about that woman. Her crease as well as the anus looked very, very excitingly sexy! And when she leaned over in that position, there was an excellently arousing view of her cunt from the rear. I couldn't imagine how a woman her age could be so well preserved. And I think she understood the puzzlement in my face.
"Twenty-five thousand dollars and three months in a very exclusive clinic for cosmetic surgery in Switzerland," she said, still posing her arousing body provocatively for me. "I had it done two years ago, and I was so pleased that I insisted to my husband that he give my doctor there a ten thousand dollar bonus. But you, my darling ... I must see the young, natural contours of your body. Go ahead ... do something to tease me. I'm a masochist of sorts, Connie-and I want you to call me Rhoda-if I didn't have so much of my pleasure from being teased, I would be in there in bed with you now. I would have had you strip the moment you arrived and started kissing your lovely body all over right then. I don't like that. I like to be teased. Tell me how you and your sister do each other. She's younger ... that would make her only what? Fourteen?
"Almost fifteen," I said quickly, recalling that I was only sixteen. "And Vickie's even more developed than I am ... for her age."
"How does she taste, precious? Does she have a very juicy cunt? Do you?" Rhoda asked all at once.
"We both secrete very much!" I told her sexily, standing up to face her as she sat down and leisurely ran her fingers over her thick pubic hair and the outer lips of her cunt. "When ... whenever I masturbate in bed at night, I have to have a towel to keep wiping myself off...."
"Do you masturbate a lot?" she asked eagerly, her eyes brightening.
"Yes ... I have to," I only half lied as I slowly unhooked the clasp at the side of my mini. "I'm very much oversexed, you see. I ... well, a lot of times, even after I come home from a date and he's fucked me two or three times, I have to masturbate because I want more."
"Oh, my precious darling!" she shouted joyfully, her eyes glued to my fingers that were pulling down the zipper at my side. "I'm much the same. I've been here two days without a beautiful young girl like you, Connie. The first night, I met a lovely little nurse at a rather private bar in Georgetown that I go to when I'm here sometimes. But she was thirty-seven years old, divorced, and had two children. After we'd done each other, I offered her an amount equal to almost a half year of her pay if she'd bring her fourteen-year-old daughter and threesome. The nasty bitch! She slapped me and walked out. Some people are so crude."
As Rhoda talked, I completed unzipping my mini and let it fall to the floor. As I stepped out of it and kicked it aside, her eyes widened noticeably. My silky, sheeney panties (more like tights, really) clung revealingly to every contour they covered. My pubic mound as well as a slight indentation denoting my cunt lips, fascinated her. She looked up farther to the relative flatness of my belly and then on to the sweater which still covered my breasts and upper body.
"I like to suck Vickie's pussy, and she likes to suck mine," I told Rhoda as I turned around and tried some provocative posing of my own. "She's a little more full-bodied than I am, but her big tits are so firm and nice."
"Her cunt hairs? How much does she have?" Rhoda asked breathlessly.
"Oh, just a little more than fuzz," I replied.
"Does she let boys fuck her? Does she make sex with other girls?" the woman asked quickly, nervously.
"She sucks boys' cocks at times," I said, slipping my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and pulling down to expose just a bit of my soft belly flesh. "And she has an affair going with one of her female teachers. She's a young girl just out of college. I haven't met her, but Vickie tells me the woman's pussy tastes so good."
"Oh ... oh, you sexy child, you," Rhoda panted, rubbing at her naked crotch with a little more determination, then spitting on her fingers and using them to play with a nipple. "I do social work, you know ... my husband would shoot me if he knew some of the things I get by with. When I go to a home and the parents are out ... I do very sexy things. A little girl of fourteen let me suck her pussy for five dollars ... and I did her little brother's prick, too."
"Mm-mmm," I sighed sexily. "That should have been nice. I'm sure I'll be sucking off my little brother when he's older."
"Oh, but you do suck off your father ... and your mother?"
"Yes, and they're both very good," I said, peeling the panties down to just a fraction of an inch below my hips. "I swallow all of Dad's come, and then I keep sucking and give him a second orgasm sometimes. Mother enjoys sucking me, while I'm sucking him. And sometimes, we get in a triangle so that he's fucking me and sucking mother, while Mom and I kiss and tongue each other and talk sexy. He always wants us to tell him about the sex we've had with others recently."
"Oh, what an absolutely wonderful family!" Rhoda exclaimed, as I rolled my sweater up a few inches above my navel, "You have a ... a regular family sex machine! Oh, I wish I could get to my daughter. She's such a sweet girl. But her husband is so Victorian. One of my Lesbian friends in New York-a woman about my age-told me that she's seduced both her daughter-in-law and son-in-law, but their spouses aren't in on it. No ... that would never do. I would so love to be a part of a family in which everyone fucked or sucked each other and there were no secrets. When do you plan to bring in your sisters and brother?"
"As soon as they get old enough," I told her, tucking my roll of sweater beneath my tits and licking my lips as I ran both hands down the sides of my thighs. "Vickie's thighs are a little larger than mine ... but solid. Her skin is so nice to lick. It has a ... a kind of glossy softness to it. Anyway ... I like to lick girls or women, but I'm not wild about it with men. I like to give Vickie a tongue bath. I start out by sucking her toes one by one, sucking her big toe a long time. I tease her legs with my tongue and kiss and suck behind her knees.
"When I get up on her thighs, I lass and lick the insides, but I stop when I can feel I'm right next to the lips of her cunt. Then I turn her over and spread the cheeks of her big, lovely ass, and I lick around in between them. I have a lot of saliva secretion too, so some of it drools ... right into her assholel"
"Oh, my God! You wonderful, sexy child!" Rhoda literally screamed, and I could see her juices making the seat wet as she continued to graze her fingers across her vaginal lips. "Connie ... oh, Connie! I wish I could own you. I wish I could have you any time. No! Don't come any closer yet. Don't touch me yet. I want to be teased until I'm absolutely mad! I want to be a crazed wanton! I want to be so mad for you that I feel like raping you! Have ... have you ever been raped by a girl ... a female?"
"No ... but it sounds interesting," I sighed in my sexiest, breathiest voice, then rolled the sweater up over my titties and pulled it over my head and tossed it over where the mini was. 'Which do you think are my sexiest assets so far. Rhoda? My titties ... or my thighs?"
"What a question ... it's difficult to answer," Rhoda panted as she squirmed about in the chair and let a small bit of saliva drool from the edge of her mouth. 'Your breasts are precious, darling ... so young, so firm, so full. But ... your thighs lead to your honey pot! I can see the outline of your mound with the little ruffles of hair around it ... the cunt lips! Oh, my darling, I like to torture myself this way ... because I feel right now, as if this is a dream. That access to your wonderful young body is impossible. But? I know back in my mind that you are attainable. You are mine, even if it's just for these few precious hours. You have ... such small nipples, my sweets. But they are hard! You're not at all like the usual girl a woman like me finds ... and pays for. You really are very excited. You do want to suck my pussy. Oh, darling, darling Connie! Please let me see between your thighs! Open your cunt for me and let me watch you masturbate ... just a little ... like you do when you're by yourself at night?"
"Do you really want to watch me be a bad little girl and play wif my putty-tat?" I asked in a baby-talk falsetto, inching my panties down slowly, revealing only the light pubic hairs and then the top of the lips. When my full crotch was exposed, I pushed them on down to my knees and wiggled them to my feet and kicked them aside with the rest of my clothing. "I hope you like my pussy, Rhoda.
"Oh, child, I could eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner!" she exclaimed, breathing heavily and seeming nervous and confused, until a smile began to creep across her lips. "Of course! The setting's not right in here. You upset me so ... so sexually that I ... I can't think straight. I demanded a two-bedroom suite for this very purpose. The room oh the left there, with its own private bath.
"I haven't looked into it at all since I've been here, you see. The room is yours ... in surroundings I've never seen before. Now, Connie, you must go in there ... turn back the covers and lie down on your back with a couple of pillows under your head. Leave on only the night table lamp ... or the small one just above the headboard. I ... I don't even know how it's furnished, see?
"In ... in five minutes ... exactly, I will open the door and find you masturbating. Won't that be nice?"
"Yes ... I may make myself come too ... it happens very easily when I'm in this mood ... seeing your naked body...." I sighed, parting my legs slightly, licking my lips again, and placing both hands on the insides of my thighs at the knees and slowly drawing them up to my crotch.
"Connie, sweets ... please! Go on in the room now, she pleaded. "Just ... five minutes. I ... I want to clean up a little bit. Do you have a favorite scent ... cologne or perfume, that you'd like me to wear?"
"No, Rhoda darling," I replied huskily, taking my moist right hand from my pussy, putting it to the puckered lips of my mouth, and blowing her a kiss. I don't want to taste and drink colognes. It's you I want to eat...."
"Oh ... oh, Connie!" Rhoda screamed, suddenly standing up stiffly, then falling back into the chair and going almost limp. "No ... body ever made me so helpless! Connie! Do you know that you made me come? I wasn't even touching myself, but I couldn't help coming. Oh, I wish I was a man and could have shot it all over the rug to show you what you've done to me. I'll be down in Washington every week for you, Connie. And ... I still wish I could buy you for my very own...."
I was keeping myself under good control, I realized as I walked into the bedroom, turned on the light and closed the door. I wasn't acting or deliberately faking my provocative actions and speech. I was turned on as much as Rhoda, and part of it was self-induced. I mean that what I said and the way I acted, was stimulating for me. If the tables had been turned, I was doing the things another girl could do that would psych me out of my mind! And seeing the effect I had on her, aroused me that much more.
I'm a voyeur, and I must be an exhibitionist too. I can't put down exactly in words how I felt, what a sense of sexual power and mastery overwhelmed me as I realized the tremendously forceful influence I (a little high-school senior) had on such a worldly and immensely rich woman.
As I turned back the covers and top sheet on the big, modern bed that looked so very comfortable, I thought too about Rhoda's use of the terms "buy" and "own." I felt sure that she would, in actuality, offer a million or so dollars for me, if such a purchase were possible. I had been with rich men before, many times. But Rhoda was such a different experience. I seemed more able to open up with her and let my fantasies and passions take me wherever they wanted to go. Quite obviously, Rhoda was very much like me in her desires, fantasies and thoughts.
Yet, I had so very much more than she did. I was young; all of my body was natural. I had sex with my parents and sister, something she had always dreamed of, but never found possible, no matter how many millions of her husband's dollars she had at her disposal.
The beautiful bedroom. The entire suite! She must have been paying two hundred dollars a day for the suite, I realized. And the extra bedroom accounted for at least 50 or more dollars a day. Fifty dollars a day, Rhoda had been paying, just for the "effect" she wanted to watch me masturbate. It all seemed too incredible to be real. But then, I too was incredible for Rhoda. She had probably never, with all her money, had a girl as young, as pretty, as well-built, and as sexually responsive as I.
The soft light was furnished by a lamp on the night table by the bed. I languorously rubbed my left hand over my cunt lips (as I had watched Rhoda do) as I turned on the lamp, then walked over to turn off the overhead light, which was actually flourescent tubing set in a molding that surrounded the upper perimeter of the room.
I looked around. It was a very perfect setting. I selected a "soft-music" stereo on the radio dial by the bed, and then I quickly went into the bathroom, realizing that time was short, the five minutes almost gone. I let the shower spray down on me at a pleasantly warm temperature. I worked up suds with my hands and lathered all over my body.
"Um-umh," I sighed as the water jets pricked at my tits and I stood back and parted my cunt lips to feel the forceful liquid beat on the sensitive insides of my sex parts. I could create a mental picture of Rhoda and what she was doing in her bathroom.
Rhoda wanted me desperately. I knew that. She craved me! She wanted to use my naked body, lick my naked body! The woman who was old enough to be my mother-maybe my grandmother-but who was so bodily and mentally sexy herself, wanted me! She was probably taking a shower herself, I thought. And I could see with my mind the way she would play with herself. I wanted to watch her masturbate as much as she wanted to watch me!
I stood back from the strong jets of water and let the spray rinse off all traces of soap. I pulled open the lips of my cunt, and the water made me orgasm very nicely-not crazed, but a very nice orgasm. I turned my body around and slid the medium size bar of hotel soap between the cheeks of my ass. I put my fingers down in the sudsy mass to be sure that my ass was clean (and to feel my asshole, to realize its sensitivity) and natural in odor. I wanted no trace of soap smell. I wanted to be natural!
The luxury hotel supplied thick, white Turkish towels, and I luxuriated in them! I dried and rubbed and patted my body. When I was going over my breasts, I squeezed them in the towel, and I pinched my nipples between the material. The hottest sensation came after I had dried myself all over, but returned to my crotch! The sensation from rubbing the Turkish towel over my clit and inner flesh lips made me have two orgasms. I washed my crotch again, rinsed it, and then hurriedly went into the bedroom and lay down.
When I heard Rhoda's hand turning the doorknob, I was in a very comfortable, half-sitting posture, propped up on the two big pillows. My knees were pulled up, my feet touching, while my legs were wide open. My eyes were half closed, and I moved my head from side to side slowly and let out a soft moan. My right hand was in my pussy, the fingers fondling away at the visible inner lips, and my open crotch was in a direct line of vision for Rhoda as she entered the room.
I had halfway expected that she might be dressed in some bizarre way, or perhaps want to pretend to be my mother, or a headmistress of a girl's school. But nol Rhoda was as naked as she was before ... as I was.
"Pretend I'm not here, darling," she whispered to me, as she walked across the room and excited me with her mobile nudity, the lilting bounce of her big titties with each step. "Go ahead, darling. I want to watch...."
The emotion of exhibitionism took hold of me. I soon found that her presence and close observance played a great part in my high state of sexual arousal. She had pulled up a chair near the bottom left of the bed, and sat down. She put her elbow on her knee, then used the palm of her hand for a chin rest, projecting her face more directly in line with my crotch, and a few inches closer.
I continued to rub my inner lips with my fingers. I was becoming very, very juicy. Knowing Rhoda would enjoy it (and knowing it was sexually exciting for me too), I pushed my fingers deeper inside until they were covered with the thickish secretions, then I brought them to my mouth and licked them off. Rhoda shuddered and moaned when she saw me do it, and I found that a thrill went right through my body as a response to her reaction.
I sighed audibly as I dipped my fingers in my cunt three or four times in a row and then licked them off, smacking my lips. I began to breathe more quickly and audibly. I was panting like a bitch dog in heat! I turned over and was up on my knees, my ass pushed up and out to within inches of her face. With my left hand, I sensually pulled aside my ass cheek as I was still fingering my pussy with the fingers of my right hand.
When they were juicy again, I reached back and forced them into my asshole, letting out a very excited cry at the same time. I began to moan and sigh more loudly, moved my ass back and forth with my hips as a pivot! I found that I could use my thumb in my pussy, while two fingers from the same hand frigged my anus. I moved them in and out in a faster and faster tempo, orgasming two or three times and almost crying out loud from the intensity of the sensations.
My two fingers would dig their way deeply up my rectum as my thumb withdrew from my pussy. And when I took my fingers from my asshole, my thumb penetrated my vulva and rolled over my clit.
"Oh, my God, Rhoda!" I cried, my body shuddering. "I'm teasing myself more than I am you! Oh ... how can I wait?"
I had another fairly strong orgasm, and I stopped the motion of my hand and slowly withdrew the fingers and thumb. I had started to bring my hand around, when I suddenly felt her fingers close around my wrist! And then chills and thrills overwhelmed my body as the tip of her tongue began to softly lick at my fingers and thumb.
Of course, I relaxed my hand and she held it gently, almost lovingly, as she continued her little tongue bath of my fingers. One of the most thrilling and unexpected sensations came when she softly licked the palm of my hand! It was such a tantalizingly different f eeling.
"Connie," Rhoda whispered breathily.
"Yes."
"I want you to return to exactly the position you were in when I entered the room," she said. "The way you looked then is indelibly marked on my mind...."
I did as she instructed and within a few seconds, I was in the half-sitting position, my knees up, feet touching, legs spread. I started to put my hand down to play with myself leisurely. But I was so full of juice that after a moment or so, I brought my fingers up to my mouth to lick them off.
Without saying a word, Rhoda crawled up onto the bed and buried her face in my crotch. It was so pressed into my crotch at first that I could not watch her. But I could feel her madly impassioned tongue slithering away in my pussy. She explored as much of it as she could, then pulled her face back and began to lick at my clit so I could watch, could see her wet tongue moving over the nodule and pressing gently with each few strokes.
While Rhoda was doing that, she put her left hand below her mouth and began to pull on my inner lips creating a very wonderful sensation, even when she became not so gentle and tried to stretch them until they distended from my outer lips. With her index finger (and she continued to tongue my clit in the same way), Rhoda began an in-and-out rubbing between the inner lips that created, along with her tonguing, a very intense passion that finally made me come again.
But Rhoda did not stop. She did not seem to take notice of my orgasm. She was indeed in another world, her own world of enjoying my body as she pleased. The finger that had been rubbing between both inner lips was very wet with my juices and, almost as if by accident, she slid it out too far one time and it slipped over the small area of flesh beneath my cunt and went right into my asshole!
After I had another orgasm, she began to lick up into my pubic hairs and into my navel. She kept frigging both my anus and vulva in much the way I had been doing to myself, until the positions she wanted to attain for mouth access made it very awkward. Rhoda is more of a "licker" than I am. She fondled my titties and sucked the little nipples until they were very hard. She used both hands to handle my breasts as she licked all over their firm contours.
I was glad that I had taken the shower and not had time to put on any deodorant, because Rhoda's ravenous and wet tongue went from the upper part of my left mound right into my armpit! I raised my arm slightly and she licked furiously, her breath coming in stronger pants. She moved to my other armpit and did the same, as she reached down to grasp each buttock and squeeze and knead them.
"Oh, darling ... oh, darling," she moaned, raising her head until she was only inches from my own face, her sensual lips slightly parted, the look of love and lust combined on her attractive face, smeared lipstick adding to the picture. "Kiss me, Connie ... kiss me like you've never kissed another woman in your life!"
As her hands continued their exciting massage of my ass cheeks, our open mouths met in a kiss of molten liquid and searing flesh. It was the "hottest" kiss I had ever had! Our mouths seemed to be made for each other. And our tongues became almost locked in a battle as we tried to penetrate each others' mouths. But I finally relaxed mine, and Rhoda "fucked" my mouth with her tongue for over a minute, then suddenly sucked mine into her mouth and went to work on it as I would sucking a cock. It was just delightful!
While I was enjoying everything about Rhoda, she helped scoot my body down until I was lying flat. Then, when she lay on top of me, I could feel with much more intimacy the contours of her own body. Our titties squashed together and slid around. She raised the upper portion of her body and let the breasts dangle over mine. I needed no instruction to grasp each of my breasts from the sides and work them around until our nipples were contacting, rubbing excitedly against each other and making us both gasp with the beautiful sensations they created.
It was especially enjoyable for me, because I had control over everything. I would guide a nipple up to hers and work it back and forth (my tiny and hard bud against her large, pink nip), and then I would get the other one in the same position and I rubbed them to her nipples and breasts as I pleased.
"I'm coming, darling!" she whispered with sudden breathiness. "Quick ... please, precious ... go down and eat me ... make me keep coming!...."
Rhoda moved off and lay on her back, legs parted. I lay over her body with my head at her crotch and planted my lips right on her pussy. She was very juicy and her taste was so exciting for me, in that "in-between" sense of Mother's and Vickie's.
With my lips sucking hers, I darted out with my tongue in the depths of her cunt. I pushed my face farther, and with great pressure. I could feel that my tongue had passed the entrance to her vagina as the liquid began to flow more, and I sucked it all, swallowing eagerly. At the same time, Rhoda let out one tremendous scream that I thought could be heard throughout every room and suite in the huge hotel.
Her body tensed too, but then immediately relaxed into a lifeless state.
"Rhoda! Rhoda!" I called out to her, crawling off the body and disappointed that I had not already played with the big cheeks of her nice ass and squashed them around with my hands.
But when I got off the bed and looked at her, my own desires left me. Rhoda looked dead! I had heard of people having heart attacks when they were in the middle of sex acts, and I was terrified. I started to pick up the phone and call a doctor, but once again I knelt by her body.
"Rhoda! Oh, Rhoda, please be alive," I begged.
And then I saw the smile slowly emerge from her lips and the eyes open. Otherwise she remained absolutely motionless.
"Don't worry, Connie, precious, I always just go limp ... completely limp, when I have an orgasm that powerful," she told me softly. "Here ... come up and lay beside me ... the other way. I want your young, precious cunt to stare me in the face any time I wake up...."
Neither one of us awoke until bright daylight was pouring through the window. It was nine o'clock in the morning. But as we began to caress each others' buttocks and lick softly, I knew that Mom and Dad would have told the others my baby-sitting job was for overnight. And I knew that one of them, most certainly Mom, would have called the school with an acceptable reason for my absence.