Chapter 2

The following morning, Jo-Ann, who had spent a restless night, determined she would try and put into practice what she had thought out in her mind. She was outside even earlier than usual, right after her parents had gone off the work. Her house was on the same block as that of Hank Justin, five houses south. It was garbage day, which meant Hank wouldn't let Pretty out in the fenced-in yard because the garbage men always left the gate open, and as a result the dog would take off and sometimes not be seen for hours.

Even before she reached the corner, Jo-Ann's surmised that Hank would take Pretty for a walk to the lot down the block became a reality. He came out in white slacks and a white t-shirt, his wrist through a black leather loop which, in turn, was attached to a chain leash. It had to be a chain leash since Pretty always chewed through the material leashes.

As Jo-Ann, wearing the same white shorts and a fresh, yellow polo shirt came to the corner, she met Hank. They smiled at one another, and somehow Jo-Ann felt no less normal, smiling at him now, than she had when she always had smiled at him not knowing about the kind of fun he had.

"Did you have a good time with Pretty yesterday?" he asked.

"We had a wonderful time," Jo-Ann lied, since her mind hadn't concentrated on playing with the dog, and as a result the dog had done very little running around.

"Good!" Hank nodded as the two of them fell into step, heading for the lot a half block north of his corner house.

They were silent for a time, and when they got to the lot they had to watch where they stepped as Pretty went sniffing around before finally deciding to "do her duty." Then they walked back to Hank's house, and he entered the yard, saying, "I'm sorry, but this is garbage day, so I can't turn Pretty loose in the yard until the garbage men have come and gone."

"That's all right," Jo-Ann nodded. I wonder if I can come inside for a little while."

"That might not be too wise," he told her. "How would it look for a grown man to let a young girl like yourself into the house? I mean, if anyone saw it, they might get some wrong ideas."

"There's no one around to see," Jo-Ann told him, "Besides, you weren't too worried about what people thought when you let that redheaded lady into the house, yesterday.

"Oh?" he asked. "You saw her come into my house?"

"I know she was here," Jo-Ann told him. "Not only that, but I know what the two of you did."

"Oh? Just what did we do?" he asked, a smirk on his face.

Remembering the word she had heard Susan use the previous day, Jo-Ann smiled sweetly at him and said in a low voice, "You fucked!"

"Is that a nice thing for a girl like you to say?" he asked.

"Well, that's what you did," she insisted as he colored a little.

"This isn't something to talk about in public," he insisted.

"Well, then let me come in so we can talk about it in private."

"There really isn't very much to talk about," he insisted, opening the screen door, holding it open so Jo-Ann was able to go inside. She had won a small victory.

When Hank followed Jo-Ann into the room, he not only closed the screen door, but the large wooden front door, as well. He had no intention of risking shouts from either himself or the girl being heard by some passer-by in the streets. Not that he was afraid he would really shout, nor was he worried about the girl being afraid of him since, pretty as she was, he had no intention of frightening her or laying his hands on her.

"Why can't we talk about it in public?" Jo-Ann asked, following him up the half flight of steps to the kitchen. "I mean, is it such a terrible thing?"

"It isn't a terrible thing at all," he told her, going to the refrigerator and taking out a bottle of soda. He poured some into two glasses and handed her one of them.

"For her, scotch and soda, and for me, Coca Cola, huh!" Jo-Ann remarked. "Do you think that's fair?"

"Among other things, I don't want anyone charging me with corrupting a minor by teaching her to drink liquor," he said, outwardly smiling, inwardly cursing.

"Okay, so tell me why I shouldn't talk about fucking in public."

"We live in a society that frowns on that unless it takes place between a husband and wife," Hank explained. "Even then, it's something done, but not talked about."

"Well, gee, that woman wasn't your wife."

"No, she wasn't, nor will she be," Hank nodded. "You see, even though society outwardly frowns on it, everyone quietly does it, even when not married."

"I don't," Jo-Ann insisted. "At least, not yet."

"That's because you're still young," he smiled. "Don't worry. When you get old enough, you'll do it, too."

"How old is 'old enough'?" Jo-Ann wanted to know.

"I suppose most girls indulge somewhere in their late teens."

"I bet a lot of girls my age do it."

"If they do, they're foolish," Hank insisted. "They don't use any kind of protection, and in case no one's told you, that's the way babies are made."

"Wow!" Jo-Ann gasped. "You mean that woman you had here is going to have a baby?"

"No," Hank replied. "She takes certain precautions to prevent it from happening. She takes what is called a birth control pill."

"What's to stop girls from my age from taking the same pill?" Jo-Ann wanted to know.

"Nothing, except how are girls your age going to get such pills? First, you need money to buy them. Second, do you think any reputable druggist would give you birth control pills?"

"If I really wanted them I suppose you might get them for me," Jo-Ann insisted.

"Me?" Hank asked, surprised as he finished his soda and put his glass down.

"Sure you. The druggist would give them to you."

"But why should I get such pills for you?" Hank asked.

"Because I want you to fuck me," Jo-Ann told him, and Hank just stood there, thunderstruck.

"Now wait a minute, young lady," he told her.

"No," she said, raising a hand.

She finished her own soda, then put the glass on the oval kitchen table, and said, "I've thought about this all night, and I've come to this conclusion. You and the woman had one heck of a good time, yesterday. Now I'm going to be home the rest of the summer, all alone, and I need to have some fun. I don't want to do anything with some dumb boy who doesn't really know what he's doing. But you know what you're doing. So I want you to fuck me."

"This is not something we just agree on casually," Hank told her, a drop of perspiration running down his nose.

"Sure it is," Jo-Ann nodded, "unless you think I'm too ugly."

"You're a long way from ugly. It's just that I'm used to girls a lot closer to my own age. I'm thirty-seven."

"Just how much closer was that redhead you had here, yesterday?" Jo-Ann asked. "She wasn't that much older than I am. Look at it this way. If you don't do it, I'm going to find some other man to do it. The other man might botch things up and then I'll become pregnant. Then it will all have been your fault."

"No," Hank said, shaking his head. "It will have been your fault. The redhead knows how to protect herself. You don't."

"So you teach me. Explain to me how to use this pill."

Hank shrugged and for the next five minutes explained how the birth control pill had to be taken. It was simple enough for Jo-Ann to understand since she knew all about menstrual periods. Her own was due in three days, if it followed its regular pattern.

After he had finished explaining everything to Jo-Ann, Hank smiled and said, "See, I don't dare do anything, right now. You can't take the pill just yet."

"Oh, come on," Jo-Ann insisted. "Are you telling me there's nothing you can do? I'll bet a man like you, who seems to know so much about this kind of fun, can figure out a way to make us both happy. How about it, Hank?"

"You're getting pretty chummy, calling me by my first name."

"Well, considering how friendly I expect us to be, what should I call you."

"Jo-Ann, I feel this just isn't right."

"It is right," the pretty nymphet insisted, stamping her foot. "Look, I'll be honest with you. The whole idea of it happening to me scares me more than a little, but to be honest with you I'd rather do it with you than anyone else. So even though I'm scared, and even if I try to back out of it, I wish you'd just come ahead and do something to reassure me that it's all right."

He shook his head and said, "I'm just not that kind of man."

"Come on, Hank. Be a sport. If you don't, I'm going to have one heck of a boring summer. I promise you I'll never tell anyone else about it - never, honest. It'll be just our secret. Please, Hank, Please!"

He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment and he decided it might be a good idea to throw a scare into her. He didn't really have to do anything to her. But when she was scared enough, he would stop and she would go home, and she would threaten to tell on him. Even though she hadn't actually made such a threat, Hank felt it was implied.

"Come upstairs," he said, and he let her precede him up to the bedroom where he had fucked Susan the previous day.

When Jo-Ann entered the bedroom she was pleased to see he had changed his bed sheets.

"Now," he told her. "I want you to go into the bathroom, get undressed, and I want you to take a shower. I want you to take special care in the shower, washing your pussy."

"My pussy?"

"Your vagina, that lovely little slot between your thighs, you know, that pink slash just below the hair on your pelvis."

"I don't have too much hair down there," Jo-Ann blushed.

"All the better," he assured her. "Now go. When you finish showering, get dressed again and come out here."

With her heart thudding, almost rising into her mouth, Jo-Ann wept to the bathroom, shut the door, and turned on the shower. Then she hastily undressed, made sure the temperature was right, and stepped under the shower closing the glass door behind her. She took twenty minutes in the shower, and she soaped her vagina five times, always careful to rinse it, afterward. Fortunately the soap in the shower was the kind that didn't irritate her mucous membranes and she felt no discomfort or irritation.

When she stepped out of the shower, she looked at her slender naked body in the full length mirror on the door. She felt as if she were looking at someone else, and for the first time, her reflection aroused her. Her breasts were just budding, but then her mother had once said all the women in the family where late bloomers. Her nipples had already started enlarging, and they were a very soft pink, though the areolae around them weren't too large just yet. She had a very slim waist, and though her hips were slightly rounded they would never be as curved as Susan's. Susan also had a lush red bush on her mons veneris, while she, Jo-Ann had little wisps of yellow fuzz.

After drying off, she dressed again and returned to the bedroom where Hank was waiting. She was almost terrified now, because she knew something new was going to happen to her. It had looked so easy, so simple when it was happening to the redheaded woman. But now that it was going to happen to her, she was scared.

"I'm afraid," she gasped as Hank motioned for her to sit in the chair by the desk.

But Hank knew if he let her get away now, she would probably get up her courage another day and come back. He had to discourage her now, once and for all.

"Just relax," he told her, and he slid behind her, as Susan had moved behind him the previous day. He began massaging Jo-Ann's slender, tensed shoulders, and his thumbs worked on just the right areas, making the slender blonde pubescent girl relax.

What Hank didn't realize was, he was beginning to become entranced by this slender little innocent girl. Young as she was, she was starting to sexually affect him as his hands kept massaging.

"Like another Coke?" he asked, pressing sensuously on her back, smiling to himself.

He had purposely made her dress again before leaving the bathroom, knowing it would be more difficult for her to follow though with her original desire if he had to undress her all over again. Had she walked in with only a towel on, she would have already mentally accepted her desire to continue what she had originally come to him to do.

"Uhhhh ... no thanks," she gasped, still uneasy, yet inwardly determined to carry this through now that she had started.

"Lean back and relax," he told her. "You're all tense and nervous. This is no way to start off a relationship."

"A relationship?" the frightened young blonde asked.

"Of course," he said, smiling down at her, still perspiring as he realized how absolutely delicious this young nymphet looked. He had never looked at her in a sexual way before, thinking of her as being too young. Now, for the first time, he realized she had grown up, physically, quite a bit more than he had realized. "When two people become embroiled in what you want us to do, it's very personal, and it becomes a relationship - of sorts. Come, let's sit on the end of the bed and you can relax more easily."

She stiffened when he made her stand and walked her over to the bed. He sat at the foot of the bed and had her sit beside him, his hands still working on her shoulder blades. He massaged them expertly, his voice almost hypnotic as he continued speaking to her, lulling her into the sense of security she had initially imagined she would feel. The strong masculine scent of him filled her nostrils, arousing her all the more.

She allowed herself to lie back against the older man, her eyes closed as Hank continued massaging her. She was trying to blank out the fears she had first started to feel when re-entering the room after having taken the long shower. Jo-Ann was aware of the uncertain ties that had cropped up in her mind, yet she was determined not to let them get in the way. Having witnessed the pleasure this man had given Susan King the day before, she wanted to be sure some of that

pleasure would now come to her.

Hank Justin continued to reassure the pony tailed young blonde, soothing her with gentle tones, sounding more like a kindly uncle than a prospective lover. With becoming fully aware of it, his desire for her was mounting to the point where he was no longer interested in frightening her away as much as he was interested in making her want him. He had never enjoyed a girl quite this youthful, this wholesome, and subconsciously he realized what a treat she would be. But he had to be careful. With the morality that still prevailed, other people around might distort anything he did with Jo-Ann and create a feeling of guilt in her, afterward, thereby ruining her future sex life. He had to make things good for her to the point where she would not only understand the continued necessity of absolute secrecy, but would be able to eventually drift into a satisfactory relationship with other men and never feel guilty about having enjoyed him.

Yes, even though he had started out doing this to teach her a lesson and make her back off, now he wanted to see this through and enjoy her, bringing her along his way and teaching her to know the total, ultimate pleasures one was able to receive from such an association. The lovely little blonde was a delectable treat, a living, breathing young goddess whose desires would be as strong as her youthful beauty.

He continued deftly massaging her slender neck and young shoulders for quite some time, making no overt move. He waited until he had established a definite trust with her, feeling the knots of tension loosen in her as Susan had expertly loosened them in him the previous day. Very casually he began slowly working his left hand lower, first in back, touching her shoulder blade, then in front, moving downward until it touched the small swell of her growing young breast. He felt her breath quicken as he fingered her nipple through her dress, but she didn't fight him or try pushing him away.

Jo-Ann felt overwhelmed by what he was doing. The sensations were totally different from those she had imagined, and far stronger. Oh, yes, no doubt about it, the sensations were very strong and very delectable. She enjoyed it all much more than she had thought, even though she was inwardly apprehensive, knowing sooner or later they would get down to removing their clothing. She didn't know if she had the courage to handle that huge python of flesh between Hank's thighs the way Susan had. She rationalized that she would never be able to do it as well as the redheaded woman, and it therefore might be a good idea if she didn't even try.

By now, she was well aware of the burgeoning bud of her young nipple as it swelled as never before. Her entire small breast seemed to strain under her t-shirt, and when he flattened his palm against it and made small, undulating circles, she found herself gasping for breath.

"Ohhhhhhh ... don't ... please ... Hank ... I'm afraid ... don't do anything else," she pleaded, but it was a mumbled plea, mumbled half-incoherently as she made no physical attempt to stop him. It felt too good to make him stop, afraid as she was.

"It's all right, Jo-Ann," the older man murmured, his voice a soft whisper in her shell-shaped ear. "I'm not doing anything wrong. After all, I'm not hurting you in any way. You just relax and take things easy, I'm going to teach you not to be afraid. Don't you worry about a thing."

His right hand moved down and came to rest on her slender, girlish thigh. He was well aware she quivering under his touch, but the quiver was as much from expectation as it was from fear.

Jo-Ann felt him pull out the elastic waistband on her shorts and edge his strong hand inside. She shuddered as his fingers slowly slid down her belly, rubbing against the nylon of her pink panties, then moving lower until the tips of his fingers touched the crotchband. She was astonished to realized she was wet down there, and she knew for a fact that she hadn't lost control of her bladder. In fact, to make sure something like that wouldn't happen, she had voided just before showering, Now she was certain the wetness down there was a totally different kind of fluid.

"Now, Jo-Ann," the tall, handsome, tan-skinned man whispered, "this was why you came here in the first place. You wanted to know what it was like to feel really good the way adults do. Well, I'm going to teach you. I'm going to make you feel better than you've ever felt in your life. Believe me, you'll love it, and when it's all over, you'll be calm and relaxed, and you'll understand just why it is that people do these things in spite of foolish laws made up by frigid people to keep them from enjoying themselves."

His fingers continued moving relentlessly, slipping a little lower, finding the edge of the crotchband, tugging it aside, and finally coming into contact with the little fluff of hair on her pubic mound - straying, curling wisps - single strands rather than a powderpuff. Aware of his finger, Jo-Ann suddenly jerked herself upright as if stung by a bee, her eyes widening as she suddenly felt very much afraid.

"Oh, no!" she gasped. "No, Hank, no! Don't touch me there. I'm afraid!" she exclaimed, trying hard to pull her lower half away from him.

He smiled at her, his fingers clinging to the ultra-sensitive flesh between her moisture-soaked thighs as his left arm tightened around her shoulder, firmly holding her.

"Listen, Jo-Ann, you know darn well you like the feeling I'm giving you, otherwise you would have stopped me long before this. What's more, you like the way my fingertips are stroking that hot little girlish pussy of yours. You do like it, so stop fighting me," he insisted, his masculine voice deep and husky. "Come on, let me hear you admit it. You do like what I'm doing, don't you? Otherwise you would have stopped me long before I slipped my finger inside your panties."

"I ... uhhhh ... I mean ... I don't know. . . ." she gasped, feeling a mixture of apprehension and thrills, not knowing which sensation would predominate.

"Come on, Jo-Ann, this is why you came here in the first place. This is what you wanted me to do, and you have to admit, all I've done so far is make you feel very good. I can tell how much you like all this by the heated wetness down there. All that fluid coming out of you is lubrication, stimulated by what I'm doing. The more you lubricate, the more you like what I'm doing."

A pink blush began staining the beautiful blonde girl's features as she realized what he was saying was the truth. She definitely did like what he was doing to her. There was no way she would be able to lie her way out of it. She loved the feeling of his fingers, and what was more her body was letting him know as much.

"I'm really not like that redheaded woman," Jo-Ann gasped. "Honest, I'm not here to make you do things. All I really wanted to do was find out just how much enjoyment grownups get out of life, and how they manage to do it..."

"That makes sense," he smiled, still massaging her petal-soft cuntlips. "I certainly don't think poorly of Susan, and I think even more highly of you for being so daring and wanting to learn about life's pleasures at such a relatively young age. I admire the fact that you came to me instead of fumbling about with some inexperienced young boy."

What he said seemed to make a lot of sense to Jo-Ann. She no longer had the desire to resist him. His last words merely confirmed what her inner desires had made her feel. She had seen how he had built thrills in Susan King the like of which not even Susan had known existed. Little by little she expected he would build the same kind of thrills in her. She felt more confident with him now, knowing he wouldn't rush things. If he wanted her to handle that long, purple-headed snake between his thighs, she would do just that. She would do anything he wanted, but more important, young as she was, she realized the necessity for keeping this a secret. As he had explained, others would never understand. More important, if anyone else ever found out, it would end what appeared to be one heck of a terrific kind of fun. Hank Justin was a nice man, warm and sympathetic, and he understood how lonely she was. In fact, after leaving his yard the previous day, she had moped around the neighborhood all day with nothing to do. Hank would take care of some of the loneliness she felt during the summer. When the winter finally came, well, she and Hank would find a way to work something out then, too.

Hank was shuddering inwardly, suddenly overwhelmed with desire for this innocent young blonde. He hadn't felt such an overpowering desire for a female in many years. He realized it was the newness, the freshness of her than made her so appealing. She was virgin clay, ready to be shaped and molded as he wished.

His questing fingers inched forward yet another centimeter, the ball of his forefinger and middle finger coming into contact with the tantalizing and pulsating outer folds of her wetly tremulous vagina. Jo-Ann was already aware of the way her body was inwardly throbbing, and she was equally aware of the way her inner labia opened and closed in time to the way she was breathing.

"Now!" he whispered, and without hesitating for a moment, slowly pushed his fingers deeper, the middle one sliding into the tightly resisting tunnel of her vagina. Her cuntwalls clamped tightly around the probing digit, making him realize just how tight she was in there. After all, she was still a young virgin.

"Uuuuuuunnnnnnggggghhhh ... it hurts, it hurts ... be careful...." the lovely young blonde admonished, crying out almost helplessly as she writhed her rounded buttocks in a frantically belated attempt to resist the pressure.

But Jo-Ann was in a daze, and she was so caught up in it, she really had no desire to escape from it. With part of her mind she was still aware of the way Hank was stroking and caressing her tender vagina, and the other part of her mind was only too well aware of the comforting inner sensations she felt from the stroking in spite of the fact that the delving finger had stretched the mouth of her girlish womanhood. The more he touched her the more she realized how much she craved him to continue. She ached to feel more.

Hank continued deeply probing the soft, quivering wet folds, moving carefully, remembering he was dealing with a virgin, enjoying the way her vagina was squirming around his probing finger. He managed to plunge it slightly more than two inches into her, not daring to go any deeper, moving it in and out, building the thrills in her young body to a point where he knew she would all but kill him if he didn't continue.

The young girl's slender white thighs began spreading of their own accord now, little by little, wide and wider, and he undid her shorts and eased them down along with her confining panties, leaving them dangling just below her knees. At last he had the plane of her tender pink pussy totally exposed, and it hit Hank at just how sensuous a pussy with so little hair on it looked. His mouth salivated and he had to swallow to keep from drooling. Gently, tenderly, his fingers played in the satin softness of her widespread inner labia, making the lovely blonde girl gyrate and twist as she leaned against him. She felt sensations of pleasure and delight building in her in a way she had never been able to fathom.

Abruptly the man's middle finger came into direct contact with the tiny little nodule that was her pink clitoris, the penis-like organ attached to the female designed solely for pleasure and nothing else. He began to instantly titillate the erogenous little bud, palpating and massaging it, making Jo-Ann gasp.

"Hhhhhoooonnnnnnnnhhhhhh!" the lovely little blonde sighed as she unconsciously slipped her body forward toward the edge of the bed, widening her thighs even more.

Jo-Ann was unable to believe the tingling sensations of pleasure blistering through her quaking body. Like wisps of smoke the enjoyment began curling up inside her and she fell madly in love with the gentle way Hank was fingering her pussy. Her writhing, gasping torso let the man know he was really getting to her, and the beads of perspiration on his brow broke out all the more heavily as he realized how much he wanted to satisfy, and be satisfied by, this lovely slip of a girl. Any qualms she might have had when he had initially touched her were now totally overpowered by the continual feelings of pleasure she continually experienced.

"Ummmmmmmm ... yesssssss ... aaaaaannnnnhhhh ... ooooooohhhhhhhhhh..." she gasped softly, giving herself over completely to her sensuous inner longings.

She was now totally devoid of any resistance whatsoever, and was more than willing to acquiesce to anything Hank wanted. Without realizing it, she found herself involuntarily grinding her pelvis rhythmically against his nakedly impressing fingers as they swirled around and around in the tight, narrow little opening, never probing more than two inches into her. She hurled her pelvis up and down, trying to force her desire-driven flesh to surround more of his pleasure-giving digits.

Hank's fingers, darting and flicking into her with an agility matched only by his expertise, continued tickling the tiny fluted inner lips on each outstroke, making her vaginal opening open and close all the more swiftly now. She mewled and gasped with arousal and excitement as his fingers continued taunting her tantalized flesh. She gasped all the louder each time his middle finger forced its way into the narrow center of her cunt, wondering why he never probed more deeply.

"Gggghhhhhuuuuunnnnnggggh hh! " Jo-Ann gasped, feeling thrills continuing to mount in the center of her shuddering body.

By now, the soft inner mouth of her vagina began responding by tightening around the thrusting finger, reluctant to release it. Walls of velvet closed tightly like a fist around the tip of his plunging finger, sucking on it like a calf at its mother's udder. Hank worked his finger in and out of the now hungry and welcoming channel, simulating fucking, even though only two inches in and out. The bedroom filled with the lascivious wet sounds of his finger sliding in and out of the tight little coral cunt.

All this time his other hand didn't remain idle. Rather it reached inside of lovely Jo-Ann's t-shirt and flatly pressed itself first against one small breast, and then the other. This served to provoke more deep sighs and gasps of delicious reeling from the now helpless and sexually frustrated young girl whose body was first wakening to its full potential.

He finally pulled her t-shirt over her head and flung it off to the side revealing her small, girlish paps with their rich pink nipples standing as far out as possible. His eyes stared at the small swells and his mouth once again watered.

Jo-Ann felt lightheaded by all that was happening, and wondered if she ought to protest at least one more time. But she knew it would sound foolish for her to do so, and so she didn't. Instead, she simply enjoyed what he was doing.

Her eyes suddenly popped wide open when he lowered his head and his hot, wet mouth closed around the bud of her nipple, sucking on it, pulling on whatever there was of the small mammary, letting it slide in and out of his mouth as his lips compressed firmly around her luscious flesh. Then he took the swollen nipple between his sharp-edged teeth and bit it very lightly, erotically, sending overpowering spasms of delight charging through her nerves the like of which she had never previously known.

It was beautiful. Yes, as far as Jo-Ann was concerned, it was all so beautiful. She supposed she was able, to some extent, to understand why her parents might object to her indulging in something like this. After all, if she had chosen some inexperienced boy, whether or not she would have enjoyed it, the boy would never have mentioned anything about the possibility of her having a baby. She knew it was still shameful for a single girl to have a baby, and if it happened to her, her parents would be mortified. But with a man like Hank Justin she had nothing to worry about because he would take all the necessary precautions and she would be able to enjoy this to the utmost without having to worry about consequences, after.

Hank knew he had the blonde girl just where he wanted her. Had he followed his original course, he would have whipped out his penis, possibly frightened her, and convinced her to wait a bit longer before indulging in something like this. But his want for Jo-Ann was far greater than her desire for him, by now. He was going to bring her along slowly, very slowly.

"Do you like what I'm doing, Jo-Ann?" he asked, looking at the ecstatic lines on her lovely young face.

"Yes, oh, yes, Hank, I love it," she readily admitted. "Please, do more."

"Enjoy it all, honey," he told her. "Just relax and enjoy. Today, I do the giving, you do the receiving."

He moved his hungry mouth to her other breast, now. All the while his probing middle finger continued sluicing two inches in and out of her sucking pussy. The little blonde girl was like a crazed woman, twisting and turning, her body bouncing and leaping on the bed, her slender white thighs as licentiously splayed as possible considering her panties and shorts were still below her knees. All the while her softly rounded small buttocks continued to incessantly grind into the mattress. Hoarse, soft, girlish cries of lust began escaping from between her soft, heart-shaped lips. She was beyond caring about anything at this point other than feeling all this sensation come to a head as it had with Susan. All that really mattered were the unbelievable spasms of totally thrilling delight continually and violently shooting through her at the speed of thought. It all emanated from the fiery tingles being built up in the center of her body as his finger moved in and out, in and out. His constant sucking of her nipples added to the sensation, and she wriggled and squirmed, realizing how filled with pure sensation she felt at that moment. Jo-Ann had never know anything like this existed.

Urged on by the continually mounting tide of her pleasure, she pounded her turgid little clitoris against the heel of his moving hand while at the same time attempting to coax his finger that much more deeply into her feminine center. Her cunt was a greedy, grasping opening the ached to suck on more of the probing digit.

At that moment Hank abandoned her breasts and moved around in front of her, kneeling before her as she fell back on the bed with her thighs still parted.

Everything happend quickly. He tugged her panties and her shorts down and off, pushed her slender white thighs that much farther apart, and before Jo-Ann realized what was happening, there was that first searing contact of his tongue on the lips of her vagina. She was so astonished she would not have been able to stop him even if she had wished to do so. She was too near her climax at this point. Pleasure, in maximum force, had been building up inside her. The unexpected and thoroughly maddening touch of Hank's oral digit as it teased the small bud of her pulsating clitoris brought her almost instantly to her first orgasm.

"AAAAAI IIIIIE EEE ... YYYYA AAAIII IIGGGG GGHHHH ... HHH HHEEEE EEEYYY YYAAAA AAIIII IIGGGG HHHHHH AAAAAA NNNNNN GGGGGH HHH!" she squealed, unable to control herself.

Her body was flailing wildly, thrashing insanely out of control as wave after wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over her, hitting her with the power of breakers against rocks. She felt flooded with sensation as never before. Each wave brought her to a new height of rapture. She had never, but never been able to imagine anything as powerful as the feeling rolling constantly through her quivering body. All the tension that had been building since Hank had started working on her suddenly ebbed out of her, and she lay there, limp, totally exhausted. Her mind drifted, and she realized she was going to fall asleep. But she didn't care.

Sleep did overwhelm her, and when she awoke, she found her panties and shorts had been slipped back on.

Hank was not there.