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By Doria Lyons
Chapter 1
The bright sun beat down on this hot, stifling August afternoon as the crew began setting up for the next take. Jo could definitely think of better places to be than Santa Fe in the middle of August. It had to be at least 100 degrees if not more and there was absolutely no shade from the burning sun.
As Pete Henry placed the megaphone to his lips, everyone tried desperately to make a move from their sitting positions. It was just too damn hot to be alive.
"Okay, folks. Everybody on the set, let's get rolling!"
As Jo picked herself up from the chair, a dizzy spell hit her. As she looked down, everything started spinning around her.
"Hey, you okay, k**?" a young, female voice asked.
Looking up, Jo smiled and nodded her head. "Just a little dizzy spell. Must be this damn heat. It's a real bitch today!"
" You're telling me. Hell can't be too much worse than this!" the young girl laughed.
Jo started walking towards the crew and again felt dizzy halfway towards her mark. Stopping for a moment, she looked straight ahead, trying to balance herself and keeping her eyes wide open.
"Jo, are you all right?" Pete Henry asked, walking over to her and placing his arm around her shoulder.
"I'll be just fine, Pete. It's just this heat. It's gone straight to my head today. Just give me a minute and I'll be ready to roll."
"Hey, Mike. Get Jo something cold to drink, will you please? The sun's got her rocking!"
"Sure, right away. I'll get her some ice cold lemondade," the man smiled as he winked at young, beautiful Jo.
"Sit down for a few minutes and then after the drink we'll see if we can get you to stand without wobbling," Pete teased. "Maybe you been hitting the booze, huh, k**? Have a little bottle stashed in your room or something?" he laughed.
"Believe me, Pete. I wish I did. I might have been able to sleep better last night. This heat is just unbearable. How the hell do people live in this part of the country? I'd drop dead after a week!"
"Hang in, k**. We only have another three days and we're off! Back to LA. Back to the beaches, mountains and tennis courts!" Pete smiled.
"This is one time I'll be ecstatic to hit LA International. I've never missed that town so much in my life!" Jo laughed, looking as if she were about to faint.
"Here you go, honey, one ice cold lemonade on the rocks. Don't take it down in one slug or you'll really die. Sip it easy," Mike suggested, handing Jo a napkin.
"You're a doll, Mike."
"You've just made my day by saying that Miss Jo Ross," Mike smiled, walking back to the crew and set.
Jo sat and drank her glass of cold lemonade savoring every mouthful that went down. Anything cold felt like a lifesaver. Pete was with the crew giving directions about the next take, and everyone walked around like zombies. The heat was really getting to everyone.
Santa Fe was gorgeous, but the burning sun was something Jo could never live with. It got hot in LA, but not quite like this. She'd never done a picture in this part of the country. Almost every film she'd done to date had been shot in Europe or California. This was number seven and one she wouldn't forget too easily.
Pete Henry was a fabulous director and that was the main reason Jo had accepted the role. She'd worked with Pete in France on a film called, "My Love For You," and Jo considered this one of her best films to date.
Seven films at twenty-two wasn't bad, and to consider one of these a good film was even better. Jo knew actresses and actors in their fifties who still weren't satisfied or even considered one of their films good. At twenty two, Jo could at leat feel satisfaction with one of her films. And hopefully, this one would also be a work of art she could be proud of.
When Jo first received the script and sat down with it she knew she was interested. The final decision was made when she found out it was being directed by Pete Henry. That did the trick.
Deep down, Jo felt that the director was the most important part of a film. When you were as young as Jo, you still felt a bit insecure about your craft and abilities. Jo knew she needed a strong director and Pete Henry was definitely a strong director.
She had a lot to learn about film and she knew it. But the last five years had certainly been good for her. Work had been coming in constantly and she was fortunate to work with some fine people.
Starting out in LA at sixteen was difficult. Jo was a very mature girl and never looked her age. Trying to get interviews with agents and managers was quite degrading for her in the beginning. She was a beautiful girl who looked like a goddess. Her physical presence was incredible! And this was something that always seemed to bother Jo. Are they using me for' my beauty or because I'm a good actress?
Jo had an incredible body! She stood about five feet six inches and weighed about one hundred and ten pounds. Her body was almost constantly tanned, and her emerald green eyes stood out like jewels against her bronzed skin. Cascading over her shoulders like a curtain was a head of gorgeous black hair that hung straight and thick down her back. Her cheekbones were high and a product of her Indian blood.
Jo had modeled from the time she was ten years old, and decided at sixteen to try the big city. Hollywood! Her mother told her she'd have a hard time because she was part Indian, but Jo was determined to make it somehow, someway! She figured if she couldn't make it as an actress she could always pick up some money by returning to her modeling career. She had a perfect modeling body with the long, lean legs and the small, firm tits, with perfect bone structure.
It was difficult for Jo to leave her mother, but she felt she had to make a move and live her life. Her and her mother had been together and alone for twenty years. Jo's father, who was an Irish-American from Boston, came to Montana on a construction job. He met Jo's mother and decided to settle there. Things were fine for a couple of years and then his drinking became unbearable. He'd come home and beat Jo's mother and then go off for days without any word.
Finally, Jo's mother couldn't take it any longer, so she packed up and moved to California. Neither Jo nor her mother ever saw him again. Her mother had done a fine job of raising Jo, considering she did it alone. Jo couldn't have all the things she wanted, but she was never hungry and always had a bed to sleep in. She loved her mother for being so strong and never ever letting her down.
Now Jo was a working actress. She had one of the best agents in LA and offers were coming in left and right. When Jo first arrived in LA she realized you needed more than a beautiful face and body to make it.
So, for two years Jo did some modeling and office work and spent her nights studying acting with some of the finest coaches in LAShe spent some time with some acting groups and workshops and when her coach finally felt she was ready, he threw her out into the big, cruel world!
"How are you feeling?" asked a voice from behind her chair.
Jo looked around and saw Sue Palmer's young, pretty face. Sue was helping out with costumes on the film and was a young student working for the summer. She had just started her first year of college that Fall and was totally awed by working on a real Hollywood movie.
"Oh, I think I'll probably survive," Jo smiled, attempting to rise from her seat.
"Need a helping arm?" Sue laughed.
"I think it may come in handy right now," laughed Jo.
Sue grabbed hold of Jo's arm and they both walked towards the crew. Sue kept looking at Jo as' they continued walking and Jo started feeling quite self-conscious.
"What is it, Sue?" Jo asked, curiously.
"Oh, nothing, excuse me, you're just so beautiful, Jo," Sue answered shyly.
Laughing, Jo replied, "You're not so bad yourself, k**!"
Looking at each other, they both burst into laughter, walking arm in arm towards the crew.
"Well, you seem to be hanging in," Pete said, seeing the two girls grinning from ear to ear.
"Did you ever hear of an Indian who couldn't handle the sun?" asked Jo, teasingly.
"It's that Irish blood in you. It's strong. Too strong! The Indian blood would have had you on the set and working hours ago," Pete teased.
As everyone got into their places, the make-up girl came over to Jo and gave her some last minute touches. In most of her films, Jo always used very little make-up since she had a flawless complexion and was usually quite tan.
As the cameras started rolling, Jo and her leading man, Tim Scott, acted out their scene with ease and a steady flow of emotion. Jo had worked with Tim once before, but never opposite him. They both had bit parts in a police movie about two years ago and had chatted briefly on the set a few times. Tim was a handsome, strong, muscular man who stood about six feet and weighed in at about one hundred eighty. He had sandy blond hair and hazel eyes and a lovely chiseled face. All the girls working on the film went weak in the knees when he was around. He knew this and loved taking advantage.
The love scene was going line, but nearing the end of the shot the camera dolly hit a bump in the track and shook the camera so the scene had to be shot over.
"Okay, k**s, let's take two! Quiet on the set, please!" yelled Pete.
As Tim and Jo began the embrace for their love scene, she felt as if Tim's arms were trying to squash her to death. Not making any comments, Jo carried on as well as she could so that no one would notice her discomfort, and then cut the scene again.
When the time for their passionate kiss came near, Tim pulled her tightly towards him and placed his mouth on hers, prying his tongue between her lips. Jo, not wanting to cause the flow of the scene to halt, carried on as calmly as she could without causing a scene.
"Okay, cut. Good take, k**s, take a five minute break!" Pete ordered.
As everyone started walking toward the canteen, Jo approached Tim and grabbed his arm.
"Hey, what the hell are you trying to do, Tim? I don't go for that shit when we're working," Jo exclaimed quietly, but sternly.
"Well, if I got a chance to exercise my emotions off the set I wouldn't have to take advantage on the set," Tim smiled, slyly.
"Next time you pull that shit while we're filming I'll cause a scene in front of the whole crew and make a flying asshole out of you!"
"I dare you, bitch!" Tim smiled, teasingly.
"If you're so hot on my ass why haven't you ever tried making me off the set, Mr. Stud?" Jo mocked.
"Because I know what a bitch you are and I know I'd probably not get to first base with you."
"That's pretty ballsless not to even try. But you're probably right."
"I know I'm right. I know a cunt when I see one! And you're a first-class cunt, Miss Jo Ross!"
"Only to pricks like you, Mr. Tim Scott, not to human beings!' she smiled.
"I notice you're always extremely kind and sweet to the young ladies on the film, though. Is that right?" Tim inquired.
"You should get a medal for being so fucking observant, Mr. Scott."
"Yes, I agree with you there. It's part of my craft. One of the most important things in Acting is observation, my dear, and I've been observing you and discovering things!" he smirked.
"Well, good for you!" Jo smiled, and walked away.
Entering the canteen, Jo grabbed herself a ham sandwich and a cold coke and went in a corner to gobble down her food. Sue Palmer saw Jo from the other side of the room and walked over to join her.
"Hi, how are you?" Sue asked, smiling.
"I'm fine now. Thanks."
"Tim giving you trouble?" Sue asked, sympathetically.
"How did you know? Does it show on my face or something?" Jo laughed.
"Well, I figured from the beginning when I knew you were playing opposite each other that he'd be after your ass. Tim Scott has a reputation for being a real Casanova! Half the ladies in Hollywood would love to get their hands on him, honestly, I don't see why!" Sue exclaimed.
Jo had to laugh at this last remark. "Oh, really? Don't you think he's handsome, and masculine and all that shit that the fan magazines say?"
"No," Sue replied quite seriously.
"Well, neither do I," said Jo.
"He's a real bastard as far as I'm concerned. My dad was the cameraman on three of his films and he's told me some stories about old Tim Scott. He's married with six k**s! Do you believe that? He has a lovely, sweet small-town wife who just puts up with all his shit. He's fucked just about everybody in Hollywood!"
"Great! Sounds like a real nice guy, Tim Scott," Jo smirked.
"Well, I'm not interested and this is one ass he isn't going to get his hands on," Jo commented.
"I thought for sure you would fall madly in love with him. I'm so glad to hear you say that. I wouldn't want to see you with that dirty son-of-a-bitch!" exclaimed Sue.
"No, honey. He's definitely not my type. As a matter-of-fact, I'm not a big one for men!" Jo said, quite casually.
Sue looked at Jo, quite puzzled, but said nothing. Finishing up their sandwiches and drinks, the girls cleared up their dishes and headed back for the set.
"Okay, let's get rolling," Pete's voice yelled from his megaphone. 'This is the last shot for the day, k**s. So let's try and do it in one take and then we can all pack it in. I know you're dying to get the hell out of here and lie in your air-conditioned rooms and take a dip in the pool. So let's get it down the first time."
The next scene was a fight scene between Tim and a new young actor named Brad Dee.
Brad was a real sweetheart and Jo took a liking to him the first time they met. He was a naive, honest k** just out of high school. He was s*******n, but looked about twenty-three. He was built very big and muscular.
Jo had a chat with him for about a half hour the first day they started shooting this movie in Los Angeles. He was so sweet and innocent Jo wanted to grab him and hug him. She hoped he wouldn't be affected by all the bullshit that went on in the industry. One of the most appealing traits he had was his naivete and honesty.
As the two men fought in the Hollywood fashion, Jo wished that the blows Brad was administering to Tim's head were the real thing. That bastard really needed someone to set him straight. He really thought he had the world by the balls, well, not with Jo Ross!
In the middle of the scene, Pete cut the shot. Tim had cut Brad's lip and the blood was filling up his mouth. When Jo realized what had happened, she ran over to the young boy and started dabbing his Up with her handkerchief. Someone got some cold water and a towel and Jo cleansed the boy's lip.
"Oh, I'm okay, really, Jo. It's only a little cut. Let's get this scene over with so we can call it a day," Brad said, spitting out the blood in his mouth.
As Jo dabbed at the side of Brad's mouth, she looked over at Tim and smirked. She had a feeling that the blow to Brad's mouth was not accidental.
"Look, this'll give the scene a bit more reality," Pete laughed, telling everyone to get in their places. "Are you okay, k**?"
"Really, I'm fine, Pete. Let's shoot," Brad replied.
Resuming the take, the fight scene continued and the take was good. "Okay, that's it for today, k**s. Get a good night's sleep and I want you all on the set at six tomorrow morning. Not ten after, or five after, but six on the button! Got that?" Pete ordered with the authority of a gestapo officer.
"Yeah," came a chorus of muffled voices.
Everyone headed back for their motel rooms as the cars pulled out from the set. The crew would remain a couple of hours longer to pack up the equipment and make sure everything was in order.
The first thing Jo intended to do was jump into the swimming pool at the motel. It was only about six thirty and she was certainly going to take advantage of the early day. For the past two days they hadn't finished before ten.
Pulling into the motel parking lot, Jo saw Tim getting out of his car and heading for his room. Trying to figure the best way to handle someone like Tim Scott without being c***dish, Jo decided to acknowledge him but show him absolutely no added attention.
"Hi, care to have a drink a little later, pretty lady?" Tim asked, suavely.
"No thanks, I'm really bushed and I think I'm going to call it a night early," Jo smiled with difficulty.
"Okay, if that's the way you want it," Tim answered indifferently.
"Yes, Tim, that's the way I want it!"
Jo proceeded to her room and changed into her bikini. There was almost nothing to the suit, except for a few patches and some string. It was one of those shoe-string bikinis and if anyone could wear it, Jo could. Her body was made for bikinis.
Looking in the mirror and adjusting her suit, Jo reached for a hair clip and placed all her lovely, long, black strands on top of her head. Satisfied with her appearance she left for the pool.
From the stairs she could see that there were about three or four people sitting around the deck of the pool. Jo wasn't in the mood for any social mingling, so she headed for the empty side of the pool.
Lying her towel on the floor, she walked to the edge of the large, k**ney-shaped pool and plunged in with a splash. Swimming from one side to the other for a few times, she finally grabbed one of the floats and relaxed on it for a while. Closing her eyes, she let the float drift in the pool as she felt her muscles at ease for the first time that day.
Suddenly, she felt the float spinning in circles as if it were in a whirlpool. Opening her eyes quickly, she turned her head and saw young Sue Palmer smiling, gleefully.
"Hi. Thought I'd come and keep you company, do you mind?"
How could Jo mind this young, lovely creature. She was as sweet as they came and Jo was attracted by her innocence. This was one trait that she found very appealing in people. She noticed everyone she'd ever been attracted to had always been naive, honest, innocent and young!
As Sue hung onto the end of the float she started paddling Jo around the pool with her legs and feet working as a motor.
"How did the last shot go? I headed back for the motel before they finished," Sue explained.
"Oh, Brad got a little cut on his lip in the fight scene, but he's all right. Tim was a bit too rough, or slipped unintentionally. I really don't know. But Brad's a good k**, he handled it like a real soldier," Jo smiled.
"Yeah, I really like Brad. I talked to him for a while yesterday. We've never really spent any time conversing before then. He seems so sweet," Sue smiled, staring into the water.
"Well, I think I'd better go upstairs and get changed," spoke Jo.
"Jo, can I come up to your room for a while? I really don't feel like hanging around this pool any longer and I don't want to go to my room just yet. It's so boring," Sue exclaimed.
"Sure, honey, let's go," Jo smiled.
Heading for the stairs, dripping wet, the girls made their way to Jo's room. Entering the room, Jo started for the bathroom to remove her wet bikini. Wrapping a terry-cloth towel around her voluptuous body, Jo returned from the bathroom.
"Why don't you go and get that wet suit off, Sue. There's towels on the shelf in there," Jo ordered the young girl.
Removing her wet suit, Jo watched the young girl through the open door. She had a lovely, firm body with breasts that were twice the size of Jo's. She was a healthy young girl who was stacked in all the right places.
As Jo watched the girl, she felt the heat start to rise in her body. There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of a female, naked body, thought Jo. She knew she wanted this young girl and she was determined to get her.
Sue took a towel from the shelf and started to wrap it around her curvaceous body. Jo walked behind her and grabbed hold of the girl's hand and stopped her.
"I don't want you to cover that beautiful body, Sue," Jo commanded.
"Jo, what are you doing?" Sue asked, naively.
"Oh, Sue. Come on, baby. Why the hell did you come up here. Why are you bothering with me so much? Are you playing games or do you mean business?" Jo asked, trying to get her point across as explicitly as possible.
"I don't understand. I mean, what are you saying to me?" Sue asked, a sound of puzzlement in her soft voice.
"What I'm saying to you, sweetheart, is that I want you! Do you understand that much? I like women! Understand? Will you faint if I use the word lesbian?" Jo asked, mockingly.
"Jo, I don't know!"
Suddenly, grabbing Sue by her long, blonde hair, Jo pulled her head back and wrapped her tresses around her fist.
"Look, Sue! I want you! I want to make love to you! Now if you aren't interested, I want you to keep away from me and stop playing Miss Sweetheart with me. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" Jo yelled.
Nodding her head, the tears ran down Sue's freckled cheeks as Jo had her head pulled back unmercifully.
"But, Jo, I didn't know!"
Raging with fury, Jo struck the girl across the face and threw her to the floor.
"Don't give me that shit, Sue. You didn't know! How stupid can you be! I did everything but tell you yesterday that I was a lesbian when we discussed Tim Scott. How could you not pick up? Are you an idiot?" Jo screamed.
Crying as she lay on the floor, Sue held her head in shame. The towel had fallen from her strong, young body and Jo looked down at the girl with anger flaming in her eyes.
"Get up, Sue!" Jo ordered, reaching for the girl's hand.
Extending her hand to Jo, the girl stood up and held her head up, looking Jo directly in the eyes. She felt as if Jo's eyes were going to burn holes in her any minute. She lowered her head and started to sob profusely.
"Stop crying, or I'll really give you something to cry about!" Jo ordered, sternly.
Throwing the young girl on the bed, Jo headed for the bar in her room and poured a couple of drinks. Mixing the young girl a double martini Jo walked towards the bed.
"Here, drop this down the hatch and maybe you'll get rid of some of your inhibitions," Jo said.
The girl started sipping the martini as if it were poison. She obviously wasn't a drinker, but right now she probably would have drunk poison if Jo had given it to her.
As Jo put her glass to her lips, she stared at the young girl and felt her desire rising more and more. Maybe the alcohol would calm the girl down and make things easier for Jo.
After finishing the first drink, Jo returned to the bar and mixed herself and Sue another. This time she added a triple shot of vodka.
Halfway through the second drink, she could see that Sue was feeling the effects of the liquor. She put her glass down and rested her head on the pillow. Tears were still running down her cheeks and Jo just continued to drink in silence.
Finally, the young girl got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom, wrapping her towel tightly around her smooth body. Hearing the toilet flush, Sue returned from the bathroom and stood at the foot of the bed.
Walking towards her slowly, Jo grabbed hold of one end of the terry-cloth towel wrapped around Sue and started to uncover the young girl. Standing there, silent, in a drunken stupor, the girl stared straight ahead and didn't move.
Jo knew she had this situation under control now.
Dropping the towel to the floor, Jo's eyes feasted on her large, firm breasts and her pink massive nipples! Jo placed her drink on the end table near the bed and began to gently suck on the girl's massive nipples!
As she grasped the fleshy breast with her hands, she pulled harder and harder on the young, tender nipples. Jo twirled her tongue around the outer rim of the nipple and sucked it into her mouth.
Sue began to moan softly as Jo worked on every inch of her breast. Jo took both her hands and massaged Sue's left breast roughly. Suddenly, the girl reached down for Jo's head and held it between her smooth, bony hands.
"Does that feel good, baby?" Jo smiled, sticking her tongue out as far as she possibly could and slurping around her nipples.
"Yes, Jo! Yes, Jo!" the girl said, with an undertone of guilt in her voice. She obviously felt shame for indulging in such activity.
"But if you like it, why do you sound so annoyed?" asked Jo. Sue stood at the end of the bed, her chest heaving up and down from the ministrations it was receiving.
"Well, I'll stop if you don't like it," Jo said, turning away from the young girl's huge breasts.
"No!" screamed the pretty young nymph, grabbing Jo's head and guiding it back to her tits. "Suck! Go on and suck!"
A smile appearing on Jo's beautifully tanned face, she took hold of the fleshy young body and threw Sue down on the bed, permitting herself to climb roughly on top of the girl.
"I'm going to make love to you like you've never experienced in your life, little girl, you're going to scream for more when I get through with you! That cunt of yours will be wetter than a sponge!" Jo smiled, as she grabbed Sue's snatch and started massaging her hand up and down the young, sweet slit.
"Mraram," the girl moaned, her head swaying from side to side.
"You like that, don't you?" Jo asked, grinding her knee up and down the sweet, lovely crotch as well as her hand.
The young girl reached down with her hand and grabbed onto Jo's hand, as it rubbed up and down her cunt, and forced the hand to rub her even harder in her box.
"I want you to rub harder, Jo! Harder!" she yelled.
"You do have a hot little pussy down there, don't you?" Jo laughed.
"Ohhh, I've never felt like this," Sue moaned. "I've never had anyone touch me down there," she confessed.
Suddenly, Jo stopped and stared at the beautiful young girl. She knew she couldn't have been more than sixteen, but in this day and age everyone over twelve had lost their cherry.
Was this girl really serious? Was she a virgin? As the thought crossed Jo's mind, a wicked smile wiped over her face. A cherry! Jo didn't come across that too often and she was certainly going to celebrate with this one.
As Jo continued rubbing up and down Sue's snatch, she took her middle and index fingers and pushed them into the young cunt. As Jo moved her fingers upward, she could feel the girl tense up.
"Relax, sweetheart. I'll go easy," Jo assured.
Jo mounted the young girl and placed her mouth on her left breast, sucking at her erect nipple. Pushing her fingers deeper into Sue's cunt, Jo quickened the movement of her fingers. The girl let out a few painful cries and Jo knew she was in need of good, strong instrument for the young cherry.
Getting off of the girl and walking towards her closet, Jo went into her suitcase and pulled out a vibrator. Reaching behind the end table for the electric socket, Jo plugged in the machine and again mounted the girl.
"Now we're going to get rid of that little cherry of yours," Jo smiled, feeling the fleshy tits of the girl. With the vibrator in motion, Jo started moving it over Sue's right tit as Jo reached down with her mouth for the nipple of the left.
"I want to suck some tittie first," Jo said, filling her mouth with the entire erect nipple and some breast flesh.
"Oh, that feels so good!" moaned the girl as she started to grind against Jo's body as the vibrator ran up and down her breast.
"Wait until you feel it in your pussy, baby," Jo informed her. "You're going to scream your head off!"
Leaving the vibrator lying on the girl's breast, Jo started to crawl down towards the little bush between Sue's legs. Licking every bit of flesh on her journey down the girl's body, Jo finally reached her destination and started to put her tongue into third gear.
Flicking her tongue in and out of Sue's cunt, Jo pushed the girl's legs down on her breasts so that Jo had better access to her cunt.
"Oh, shit, Jo! That feels so good! What are you doing?" bellowed the girl as she started rising up off the bed.
Slurping deeper and deeper, Jo kept licking and sucking as if she were eating for the first time in weeks. This young, sweet cunt was delicious! Jo's tongue was working overtime and she couldn't get enough.
She slid her tongue from the vagina around to the ass crack and forced her tongue to pry in the little puckered asshole. Waves of passion were rising up and down Jo's spine and she suddenly bit into one of the girl's ass cheeks.
"Owww!" screamed the girl as the pain flashed through her body.
Jo washed down the sweet, young asshole for a few minutes more and then returned to the virginal cunt. She wanted every inch of this girl's sweet snatch. She didn't want to leave an inch of it untouched.
"I'm going to suck your clit and you're going to really hit the ceiling!" Jo told the young girl as she moved her head from side to side.
Reaching the clitoris, Jo took it into her mouth and washed it thoroughly with her tongue.
"Oh, Jo!" Ohhhh!" screamed the girl in total abandon.
Continuing to flick her tongue in and out of the girl's cunt, Jo reached up for the vibrator and firmly took it in her hand.
Slowly, she moved the vibrator toward the girl's cunt as her tongue remained inside the young girl's box. When she'd had the vibrator right next to her head, Jo quickly removed her tongue and replaced it with the machine.
"Keep your legs spread wide open so I can get this fucking thing in you," said Jo, as she pushed the girl's legs apart.
"Oh, Jo! Please don't hurt me! Please," pleaded the girl as she looked down at the mechanical prick.
"Lay there and shut up," Jo ordered as she held onto the girl's leg which was pinned to her chest.
"Oh, it hurts!" screamed the girl, as the vibrator entered her cunt.
Jo continued to plunge the machine into the cunt without stopping to acknowledge the girl's plea.
"Ohhh, stop, please, shit, no!" the girl screamed at the top of her lungs, trying to get up off the bed.
Jo let go of the vibrator and jumped down on the young girl. She sat on top of the girl's torso with her back to Sue's face and retrieved the vibrator and put it back into position. The girl was pinned to the bed. There was no way she could get off, with Jo sitting on top of her!
"Come on, baby, keep still before I beat the shit out of you! I'm going to get your cherry! Just a little bit more!" Jo said, as she tried to plunge the entire vibrator into the girl's cunt.
Sue was tightening up and making it very difficult for Jo to enter with the machine. Jo grabbed hold of Sue's thighs and spread them apart and then returned the vibrator to the girl's snatch.
As the vibrator plunged in and out, suddenly Jo saw tiny streams of blood dripping down the girl's thighs. She'd gotten her cherry!
"I broke you!" Jo smiled, plunging even harder into Sue's cunt. "Now we can really go to town!"
Throwing herself into fourth gear, Jo started plunging the vibrator in and out of the girl, frantically! She got up off of Sue's torso and mounted the girl as if she were getting ready to plunge a prick into her young, newly-broken cunt.
Bending over Sue on her knees, Jo thrust the vibrator in and out as she bent down and grabbed one of Sue's tits in her mouth.
"Ohhh, shit! It feels so good now! Harder, Jo!" Sue moaned as she started to hump into the machine as it came down into her. With her legs flailing in the air, Sue grabbed Jo's head and started pressing her face into her tits as Jo pushed the vibrator even deeper into the young, hot cunt.
"More, Jo! Harder!" screamed the girl, humping faster and faster to keep up with Jo's frantic pace.
Sweat starting to form on Jo's forehead as she thrust on top of the vibrator, which continued to violate the young, innocent girl. Feeling moisture upon her knees, Jo looked down and saw the blood and cum from the girl's cunt that had poured onto the sheets and down Jo's leg.
Exhausted and spent, both females lay on the bed, panting and gasping for air. The young girl continued to moan, still in an ecstatic state from the sensations she had experienced that she never dreamed possible.
"It was so good! I never thought it would be that good!" Sue panted.
Smiling, Jo looked over at the young girl. "It isn't always that good, honey. Remember, a large part of the pleasure you receive depends on who's in the sack with you. You just happened to be lucky and had a really fine partner this first time. You're a lucky little girl," grinned Jo.
"Oh, I know, Jo. I know. Can we stay together every night? Please?" pleaded Sue.
"Now, hang on! Don't get carried away! I'll think about it and if I want you up here I'll let you know But don't drive me crazy or I won't bother with you at all. Understand?" Jo asked, sternly.
"Okay, Jo. I won't bother you. I promise," whispered the girl as she cuddled up to the beautiful actress.
"I'd better ring the maid and have them bring me up a set of clean sheets. You bled like a pig, honey. Well, you've had your grand opening. From now on it should be pretty easy going."
As the young girl attempted to rise from the bed, she suddenly felt an excruciating pain jet through her lower abdomen. Sitting still for a moment, she waited and then tried to rise again. Standing next to the bed, she reached for the end table to hold herself up.
"Oh, I feel so sore between my legs! Shit, I don't know if I'll be able to walk."
"Go on and walk. It'll hurt for a while, but you'll be okay. That wall has been closed for sixteen years! It has to get used to its new-found freedom!" laughed Jo.
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Teenage Lesbians
By Doria Lyons
Chapter 1
The bright sun beat down on this hot, stifling August afternoon as the crew began setting up for the next take. Jo could definitely think of better places to be than Santa Fe in the middle of August. It had to be at least 100 degrees if not more and there was absolutely no shade from the burning sun.
As Pete Henry placed the megaphone to his lips, everyone tried desperately to make a move from their sitting positions. It was just too damn hot to be alive.
"Okay, folks. Everybody on the set, let's get rolling!"
As Jo picked herself up from the chair, a dizzy spell hit her. As she looked down, everything started spinning around her.
"Hey, you okay, k**?" a young, female voice asked.
Looking up, Jo smiled and nodded her head. "Just a little dizzy spell. Must be this damn heat. It's a real bitch today!"
" You're telling me. Hell can't be too much worse than this!" the young girl laughed.
Jo started walking towards the crew and again felt dizzy halfway towards her mark. Stopping for a moment, she looked straight ahead, trying to balance herself and keeping her eyes wide open.
"Jo, are you all right?" Pete Henry asked, walking over to her and placing his arm around her shoulder.
"I'll be just fine, Pete. It's just this heat. It's gone straight to my head today. Just give me a minute and I'll be ready to roll."
"Hey, Mike. Get Jo something cold to drink, will you please? The sun's got her rocking!"
"Sure, right away. I'll get her some ice cold lemondade," the man smiled as he winked at young, beautiful Jo.
"Sit down for a few minutes and then after the drink we'll see if we can get you to stand without wobbling," Pete teased. "Maybe you been hitting the booze, huh, k**? Have a little bottle stashed in your room or something?" he laughed.
"Believe me, Pete. I wish I did. I might have been able to sleep better last night. This heat is just unbearable. How the hell do people live in this part of the country? I'd drop dead after a week!"
"Hang in, k**. We only have another three days and we're off! Back to LA. Back to the beaches, mountains and tennis courts!" Pete smiled.
"This is one time I'll be ecstatic to hit LA International. I've never missed that town so much in my life!" Jo laughed, looking as if she were about to faint.
"Here you go, honey, one ice cold lemonade on the rocks. Don't take it down in one slug or you'll really die. Sip it easy," Mike suggested, handing Jo a napkin.
"You're a doll, Mike."
"You've just made my day by saying that Miss Jo Ross," Mike smiled, walking back to the crew and set.
Jo sat and drank her glass of cold lemonade savoring every mouthful that went down. Anything cold felt like a lifesaver. Pete was with the crew giving directions about the next take, and everyone walked around like zombies. The heat was really getting to everyone.
Santa Fe was gorgeous, but the burning sun was something Jo could never live with. It got hot in LA, but not quite like this. She'd never done a picture in this part of the country. Almost every film she'd done to date had been shot in Europe or California. This was number seven and one she wouldn't forget too easily.
Pete Henry was a fabulous director and that was the main reason Jo had accepted the role. She'd worked with Pete in France on a film called, "My Love For You," and Jo considered this one of her best films to date.
Seven films at twenty-two wasn't bad, and to consider one of these a good film was even better. Jo knew actresses and actors in their fifties who still weren't satisfied or even considered one of their films good. At twenty two, Jo could at leat feel satisfaction with one of her films. And hopefully, this one would also be a work of art she could be proud of.
When Jo first received the script and sat down with it she knew she was interested. The final decision was made when she found out it was being directed by Pete Henry. That did the trick.
Deep down, Jo felt that the director was the most important part of a film. When you were as young as Jo, you still felt a bit insecure about your craft and abilities. Jo knew she needed a strong director and Pete Henry was definitely a strong director.
She had a lot to learn about film and she knew it. But the last five years had certainly been good for her. Work had been coming in constantly and she was fortunate to work with some fine people.
Starting out in LA at sixteen was difficult. Jo was a very mature girl and never looked her age. Trying to get interviews with agents and managers was quite degrading for her in the beginning. She was a beautiful girl who looked like a goddess. Her physical presence was incredible! And this was something that always seemed to bother Jo. Are they using me for' my beauty or because I'm a good actress?
Jo had an incredible body! She stood about five feet six inches and weighed about one hundred and ten pounds. Her body was almost constantly tanned, and her emerald green eyes stood out like jewels against her bronzed skin. Cascading over her shoulders like a curtain was a head of gorgeous black hair that hung straight and thick down her back. Her cheekbones were high and a product of her Indian blood.
Jo had modeled from the time she was ten years old, and decided at sixteen to try the big city. Hollywood! Her mother told her she'd have a hard time because she was part Indian, but Jo was determined to make it somehow, someway! She figured if she couldn't make it as an actress she could always pick up some money by returning to her modeling career. She had a perfect modeling body with the long, lean legs and the small, firm tits, with perfect bone structure.
It was difficult for Jo to leave her mother, but she felt she had to make a move and live her life. Her and her mother had been together and alone for twenty years. Jo's father, who was an Irish-American from Boston, came to Montana on a construction job. He met Jo's mother and decided to settle there. Things were fine for a couple of years and then his drinking became unbearable. He'd come home and beat Jo's mother and then go off for days without any word.
Finally, Jo's mother couldn't take it any longer, so she packed up and moved to California. Neither Jo nor her mother ever saw him again. Her mother had done a fine job of raising Jo, considering she did it alone. Jo couldn't have all the things she wanted, but she was never hungry and always had a bed to sleep in. She loved her mother for being so strong and never ever letting her down.
Now Jo was a working actress. She had one of the best agents in LA and offers were coming in left and right. When Jo first arrived in LA she realized you needed more than a beautiful face and body to make it.
So, for two years Jo did some modeling and office work and spent her nights studying acting with some of the finest coaches in LAShe spent some time with some acting groups and workshops and when her coach finally felt she was ready, he threw her out into the big, cruel world!
"How are you feeling?" asked a voice from behind her chair.
Jo looked around and saw Sue Palmer's young, pretty face. Sue was helping out with costumes on the film and was a young student working for the summer. She had just started her first year of college that Fall and was totally awed by working on a real Hollywood movie.
"Oh, I think I'll probably survive," Jo smiled, attempting to rise from her seat.
"Need a helping arm?" Sue laughed.
"I think it may come in handy right now," laughed Jo.
Sue grabbed hold of Jo's arm and they both walked towards the crew. Sue kept looking at Jo as' they continued walking and Jo started feeling quite self-conscious.
"What is it, Sue?" Jo asked, curiously.
"Oh, nothing, excuse me, you're just so beautiful, Jo," Sue answered shyly.
Laughing, Jo replied, "You're not so bad yourself, k**!"
Looking at each other, they both burst into laughter, walking arm in arm towards the crew.
"Well, you seem to be hanging in," Pete said, seeing the two girls grinning from ear to ear.
"Did you ever hear of an Indian who couldn't handle the sun?" asked Jo, teasingly.
"It's that Irish blood in you. It's strong. Too strong! The Indian blood would have had you on the set and working hours ago," Pete teased.
As everyone got into their places, the make-up girl came over to Jo and gave her some last minute touches. In most of her films, Jo always used very little make-up since she had a flawless complexion and was usually quite tan.
As the cameras started rolling, Jo and her leading man, Tim Scott, acted out their scene with ease and a steady flow of emotion. Jo had worked with Tim once before, but never opposite him. They both had bit parts in a police movie about two years ago and had chatted briefly on the set a few times. Tim was a handsome, strong, muscular man who stood about six feet and weighed in at about one hundred eighty. He had sandy blond hair and hazel eyes and a lovely chiseled face. All the girls working on the film went weak in the knees when he was around. He knew this and loved taking advantage.
The love scene was going line, but nearing the end of the shot the camera dolly hit a bump in the track and shook the camera so the scene had to be shot over.
"Okay, k**s, let's take two! Quiet on the set, please!" yelled Pete.
As Tim and Jo began the embrace for their love scene, she felt as if Tim's arms were trying to squash her to death. Not making any comments, Jo carried on as well as she could so that no one would notice her discomfort, and then cut the scene again.
When the time for their passionate kiss came near, Tim pulled her tightly towards him and placed his mouth on hers, prying his tongue between her lips. Jo, not wanting to cause the flow of the scene to halt, carried on as calmly as she could without causing a scene.
"Okay, cut. Good take, k**s, take a five minute break!" Pete ordered.
As everyone started walking toward the canteen, Jo approached Tim and grabbed his arm.
"Hey, what the hell are you trying to do, Tim? I don't go for that shit when we're working," Jo exclaimed quietly, but sternly.
"Well, if I got a chance to exercise my emotions off the set I wouldn't have to take advantage on the set," Tim smiled, slyly.
"Next time you pull that shit while we're filming I'll cause a scene in front of the whole crew and make a flying asshole out of you!"
"I dare you, bitch!" Tim smiled, teasingly.
"If you're so hot on my ass why haven't you ever tried making me off the set, Mr. Stud?" Jo mocked.
"Because I know what a bitch you are and I know I'd probably not get to first base with you."
"That's pretty ballsless not to even try. But you're probably right."
"I know I'm right. I know a cunt when I see one! And you're a first-class cunt, Miss Jo Ross!"
"Only to pricks like you, Mr. Tim Scott, not to human beings!' she smiled.
"I notice you're always extremely kind and sweet to the young ladies on the film, though. Is that right?" Tim inquired.
"You should get a medal for being so fucking observant, Mr. Scott."
"Yes, I agree with you there. It's part of my craft. One of the most important things in Acting is observation, my dear, and I've been observing you and discovering things!" he smirked.
"Well, good for you!" Jo smiled, and walked away.
Entering the canteen, Jo grabbed herself a ham sandwich and a cold coke and went in a corner to gobble down her food. Sue Palmer saw Jo from the other side of the room and walked over to join her.
"Hi, how are you?" Sue asked, smiling.
"I'm fine now. Thanks."
"Tim giving you trouble?" Sue asked, sympathetically.
"How did you know? Does it show on my face or something?" Jo laughed.
"Well, I figured from the beginning when I knew you were playing opposite each other that he'd be after your ass. Tim Scott has a reputation for being a real Casanova! Half the ladies in Hollywood would love to get their hands on him, honestly, I don't see why!" Sue exclaimed.
Jo had to laugh at this last remark. "Oh, really? Don't you think he's handsome, and masculine and all that shit that the fan magazines say?"
"No," Sue replied quite seriously.
"Well, neither do I," said Jo.
"He's a real bastard as far as I'm concerned. My dad was the cameraman on three of his films and he's told me some stories about old Tim Scott. He's married with six k**s! Do you believe that? He has a lovely, sweet small-town wife who just puts up with all his shit. He's fucked just about everybody in Hollywood!"
"Great! Sounds like a real nice guy, Tim Scott," Jo smirked.
"Well, I'm not interested and this is one ass he isn't going to get his hands on," Jo commented.
"I thought for sure you would fall madly in love with him. I'm so glad to hear you say that. I wouldn't want to see you with that dirty son-of-a-bitch!" exclaimed Sue.
"No, honey. He's definitely not my type. As a matter-of-fact, I'm not a big one for men!" Jo said, quite casually.
Sue looked at Jo, quite puzzled, but said nothing. Finishing up their sandwiches and drinks, the girls cleared up their dishes and headed back for the set.
"Okay, let's get rolling," Pete's voice yelled from his megaphone. 'This is the last shot for the day, k**s. So let's try and do it in one take and then we can all pack it in. I know you're dying to get the hell out of here and lie in your air-conditioned rooms and take a dip in the pool. So let's get it down the first time."
The next scene was a fight scene between Tim and a new young actor named Brad Dee.
Brad was a real sweetheart and Jo took a liking to him the first time they met. He was a naive, honest k** just out of high school. He was s*******n, but looked about twenty-three. He was built very big and muscular.
Jo had a chat with him for about a half hour the first day they started shooting this movie in Los Angeles. He was so sweet and innocent Jo wanted to grab him and hug him. She hoped he wouldn't be affected by all the bullshit that went on in the industry. One of the most appealing traits he had was his naivete and honesty.
As the two men fought in the Hollywood fashion, Jo wished that the blows Brad was administering to Tim's head were the real thing. That bastard really needed someone to set him straight. He really thought he had the world by the balls, well, not with Jo Ross!
In the middle of the scene, Pete cut the shot. Tim had cut Brad's lip and the blood was filling up his mouth. When Jo realized what had happened, she ran over to the young boy and started dabbing his Up with her handkerchief. Someone got some cold water and a towel and Jo cleansed the boy's lip.
"Oh, I'm okay, really, Jo. It's only a little cut. Let's get this scene over with so we can call it a day," Brad said, spitting out the blood in his mouth.
As Jo dabbed at the side of Brad's mouth, she looked over at Tim and smirked. She had a feeling that the blow to Brad's mouth was not accidental.
"Look, this'll give the scene a bit more reality," Pete laughed, telling everyone to get in their places. "Are you okay, k**?"
"Really, I'm fine, Pete. Let's shoot," Brad replied.
Resuming the take, the fight scene continued and the take was good. "Okay, that's it for today, k**s. Get a good night's sleep and I want you all on the set at six tomorrow morning. Not ten after, or five after, but six on the button! Got that?" Pete ordered with the authority of a gestapo officer.
"Yeah," came a chorus of muffled voices.
Everyone headed back for their motel rooms as the cars pulled out from the set. The crew would remain a couple of hours longer to pack up the equipment and make sure everything was in order.
The first thing Jo intended to do was jump into the swimming pool at the motel. It was only about six thirty and she was certainly going to take advantage of the early day. For the past two days they hadn't finished before ten.
Pulling into the motel parking lot, Jo saw Tim getting out of his car and heading for his room. Trying to figure the best way to handle someone like Tim Scott without being c***dish, Jo decided to acknowledge him but show him absolutely no added attention.
"Hi, care to have a drink a little later, pretty lady?" Tim asked, suavely.
"No thanks, I'm really bushed and I think I'm going to call it a night early," Jo smiled with difficulty.
"Okay, if that's the way you want it," Tim answered indifferently.
"Yes, Tim, that's the way I want it!"
Jo proceeded to her room and changed into her bikini. There was almost nothing to the suit, except for a few patches and some string. It was one of those shoe-string bikinis and if anyone could wear it, Jo could. Her body was made for bikinis.
Looking in the mirror and adjusting her suit, Jo reached for a hair clip and placed all her lovely, long, black strands on top of her head. Satisfied with her appearance she left for the pool.
From the stairs she could see that there were about three or four people sitting around the deck of the pool. Jo wasn't in the mood for any social mingling, so she headed for the empty side of the pool.
Lying her towel on the floor, she walked to the edge of the large, k**ney-shaped pool and plunged in with a splash. Swimming from one side to the other for a few times, she finally grabbed one of the floats and relaxed on it for a while. Closing her eyes, she let the float drift in the pool as she felt her muscles at ease for the first time that day.
Suddenly, she felt the float spinning in circles as if it were in a whirlpool. Opening her eyes quickly, she turned her head and saw young Sue Palmer smiling, gleefully.
"Hi. Thought I'd come and keep you company, do you mind?"
How could Jo mind this young, lovely creature. She was as sweet as they came and Jo was attracted by her innocence. This was one trait that she found very appealing in people. She noticed everyone she'd ever been attracted to had always been naive, honest, innocent and young!
As Sue hung onto the end of the float she started paddling Jo around the pool with her legs and feet working as a motor.
"How did the last shot go? I headed back for the motel before they finished," Sue explained.
"Oh, Brad got a little cut on his lip in the fight scene, but he's all right. Tim was a bit too rough, or slipped unintentionally. I really don't know. But Brad's a good k**, he handled it like a real soldier," Jo smiled.
"Yeah, I really like Brad. I talked to him for a while yesterday. We've never really spent any time conversing before then. He seems so sweet," Sue smiled, staring into the water.
"Well, I think I'd better go upstairs and get changed," spoke Jo.
"Jo, can I come up to your room for a while? I really don't feel like hanging around this pool any longer and I don't want to go to my room just yet. It's so boring," Sue exclaimed.
"Sure, honey, let's go," Jo smiled.
Heading for the stairs, dripping wet, the girls made their way to Jo's room. Entering the room, Jo started for the bathroom to remove her wet bikini. Wrapping a terry-cloth towel around her voluptuous body, Jo returned from the bathroom.
"Why don't you go and get that wet suit off, Sue. There's towels on the shelf in there," Jo ordered the young girl.
Removing her wet suit, Jo watched the young girl through the open door. She had a lovely, firm body with breasts that were twice the size of Jo's. She was a healthy young girl who was stacked in all the right places.
As Jo watched the girl, she felt the heat start to rise in her body. There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of a female, naked body, thought Jo. She knew she wanted this young girl and she was determined to get her.
Sue took a towel from the shelf and started to wrap it around her curvaceous body. Jo walked behind her and grabbed hold of the girl's hand and stopped her.
"I don't want you to cover that beautiful body, Sue," Jo commanded.
"Jo, what are you doing?" Sue asked, naively.
"Oh, Sue. Come on, baby. Why the hell did you come up here. Why are you bothering with me so much? Are you playing games or do you mean business?" Jo asked, trying to get her point across as explicitly as possible.
"I don't understand. I mean, what are you saying to me?" Sue asked, a sound of puzzlement in her soft voice.
"What I'm saying to you, sweetheart, is that I want you! Do you understand that much? I like women! Understand? Will you faint if I use the word lesbian?" Jo asked, mockingly.
"Jo, I don't know!"
Suddenly, grabbing Sue by her long, blonde hair, Jo pulled her head back and wrapped her tresses around her fist.
"Look, Sue! I want you! I want to make love to you! Now if you aren't interested, I want you to keep away from me and stop playing Miss Sweetheart with me. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" Jo yelled.
Nodding her head, the tears ran down Sue's freckled cheeks as Jo had her head pulled back unmercifully.
"But, Jo, I didn't know!"
Raging with fury, Jo struck the girl across the face and threw her to the floor.
"Don't give me that shit, Sue. You didn't know! How stupid can you be! I did everything but tell you yesterday that I was a lesbian when we discussed Tim Scott. How could you not pick up? Are you an idiot?" Jo screamed.
Crying as she lay on the floor, Sue held her head in shame. The towel had fallen from her strong, young body and Jo looked down at the girl with anger flaming in her eyes.
"Get up, Sue!" Jo ordered, reaching for the girl's hand.
Extending her hand to Jo, the girl stood up and held her head up, looking Jo directly in the eyes. She felt as if Jo's eyes were going to burn holes in her any minute. She lowered her head and started to sob profusely.
"Stop crying, or I'll really give you something to cry about!" Jo ordered, sternly.
Throwing the young girl on the bed, Jo headed for the bar in her room and poured a couple of drinks. Mixing the young girl a double martini Jo walked towards the bed.
"Here, drop this down the hatch and maybe you'll get rid of some of your inhibitions," Jo said.
The girl started sipping the martini as if it were poison. She obviously wasn't a drinker, but right now she probably would have drunk poison if Jo had given it to her.
As Jo put her glass to her lips, she stared at the young girl and felt her desire rising more and more. Maybe the alcohol would calm the girl down and make things easier for Jo.
After finishing the first drink, Jo returned to the bar and mixed herself and Sue another. This time she added a triple shot of vodka.
Halfway through the second drink, she could see that Sue was feeling the effects of the liquor. She put her glass down and rested her head on the pillow. Tears were still running down her cheeks and Jo just continued to drink in silence.
Finally, the young girl got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom, wrapping her towel tightly around her smooth body. Hearing the toilet flush, Sue returned from the bathroom and stood at the foot of the bed.
Walking towards her slowly, Jo grabbed hold of one end of the terry-cloth towel wrapped around Sue and started to uncover the young girl. Standing there, silent, in a drunken stupor, the girl stared straight ahead and didn't move.
Jo knew she had this situation under control now.
Dropping the towel to the floor, Jo's eyes feasted on her large, firm breasts and her pink massive nipples! Jo placed her drink on the end table near the bed and began to gently suck on the girl's massive nipples!
As she grasped the fleshy breast with her hands, she pulled harder and harder on the young, tender nipples. Jo twirled her tongue around the outer rim of the nipple and sucked it into her mouth.
Sue began to moan softly as Jo worked on every inch of her breast. Jo took both her hands and massaged Sue's left breast roughly. Suddenly, the girl reached down for Jo's head and held it between her smooth, bony hands.
"Does that feel good, baby?" Jo smiled, sticking her tongue out as far as she possibly could and slurping around her nipples.
"Yes, Jo! Yes, Jo!" the girl said, with an undertone of guilt in her voice. She obviously felt shame for indulging in such activity.
"But if you like it, why do you sound so annoyed?" asked Jo. Sue stood at the end of the bed, her chest heaving up and down from the ministrations it was receiving.
"Well, I'll stop if you don't like it," Jo said, turning away from the young girl's huge breasts.
"No!" screamed the pretty young nymph, grabbing Jo's head and guiding it back to her tits. "Suck! Go on and suck!"
A smile appearing on Jo's beautifully tanned face, she took hold of the fleshy young body and threw Sue down on the bed, permitting herself to climb roughly on top of the girl.
"I'm going to make love to you like you've never experienced in your life, little girl, you're going to scream for more when I get through with you! That cunt of yours will be wetter than a sponge!" Jo smiled, as she grabbed Sue's snatch and started massaging her hand up and down the young, sweet slit.
"Mraram," the girl moaned, her head swaying from side to side.
"You like that, don't you?" Jo asked, grinding her knee up and down the sweet, lovely crotch as well as her hand.
The young girl reached down with her hand and grabbed onto Jo's hand, as it rubbed up and down her cunt, and forced the hand to rub her even harder in her box.
"I want you to rub harder, Jo! Harder!" she yelled.
"You do have a hot little pussy down there, don't you?" Jo laughed.
"Ohhh, I've never felt like this," Sue moaned. "I've never had anyone touch me down there," she confessed.
Suddenly, Jo stopped and stared at the beautiful young girl. She knew she couldn't have been more than sixteen, but in this day and age everyone over twelve had lost their cherry.
Was this girl really serious? Was she a virgin? As the thought crossed Jo's mind, a wicked smile wiped over her face. A cherry! Jo didn't come across that too often and she was certainly going to celebrate with this one.
As Jo continued rubbing up and down Sue's snatch, she took her middle and index fingers and pushed them into the young cunt. As Jo moved her fingers upward, she could feel the girl tense up.
"Relax, sweetheart. I'll go easy," Jo assured.
Jo mounted the young girl and placed her mouth on her left breast, sucking at her erect nipple. Pushing her fingers deeper into Sue's cunt, Jo quickened the movement of her fingers. The girl let out a few painful cries and Jo knew she was in need of good, strong instrument for the young cherry.
Getting off of the girl and walking towards her closet, Jo went into her suitcase and pulled out a vibrator. Reaching behind the end table for the electric socket, Jo plugged in the machine and again mounted the girl.
"Now we're going to get rid of that little cherry of yours," Jo smiled, feeling the fleshy tits of the girl. With the vibrator in motion, Jo started moving it over Sue's right tit as Jo reached down with her mouth for the nipple of the left.
"I want to suck some tittie first," Jo said, filling her mouth with the entire erect nipple and some breast flesh.
"Oh, that feels so good!" moaned the girl as she started to grind against Jo's body as the vibrator ran up and down her breast.
"Wait until you feel it in your pussy, baby," Jo informed her. "You're going to scream your head off!"
Leaving the vibrator lying on the girl's breast, Jo started to crawl down towards the little bush between Sue's legs. Licking every bit of flesh on her journey down the girl's body, Jo finally reached her destination and started to put her tongue into third gear.
Flicking her tongue in and out of Sue's cunt, Jo pushed the girl's legs down on her breasts so that Jo had better access to her cunt.
"Oh, shit, Jo! That feels so good! What are you doing?" bellowed the girl as she started rising up off the bed.
Slurping deeper and deeper, Jo kept licking and sucking as if she were eating for the first time in weeks. This young, sweet cunt was delicious! Jo's tongue was working overtime and she couldn't get enough.
She slid her tongue from the vagina around to the ass crack and forced her tongue to pry in the little puckered asshole. Waves of passion were rising up and down Jo's spine and she suddenly bit into one of the girl's ass cheeks.
"Owww!" screamed the girl as the pain flashed through her body.
Jo washed down the sweet, young asshole for a few minutes more and then returned to the virginal cunt. She wanted every inch of this girl's sweet snatch. She didn't want to leave an inch of it untouched.
"I'm going to suck your clit and you're going to really hit the ceiling!" Jo told the young girl as she moved her head from side to side.
Reaching the clitoris, Jo took it into her mouth and washed it thoroughly with her tongue.
"Oh, Jo!" Ohhhh!" screamed the girl in total abandon.
Continuing to flick her tongue in and out of the girl's cunt, Jo reached up for the vibrator and firmly took it in her hand.
Slowly, she moved the vibrator toward the girl's cunt as her tongue remained inside the young girl's box. When she'd had the vibrator right next to her head, Jo quickly removed her tongue and replaced it with the machine.
"Keep your legs spread wide open so I can get this fucking thing in you," said Jo, as she pushed the girl's legs apart.
"Oh, Jo! Please don't hurt me! Please," pleaded the girl as she looked down at the mechanical prick.
"Lay there and shut up," Jo ordered as she held onto the girl's leg which was pinned to her chest.
"Oh, it hurts!" screamed the girl, as the vibrator entered her cunt.
Jo continued to plunge the machine into the cunt without stopping to acknowledge the girl's plea.
"Ohhh, stop, please, shit, no!" the girl screamed at the top of her lungs, trying to get up off the bed.
Jo let go of the vibrator and jumped down on the young girl. She sat on top of the girl's torso with her back to Sue's face and retrieved the vibrator and put it back into position. The girl was pinned to the bed. There was no way she could get off, with Jo sitting on top of her!
"Come on, baby, keep still before I beat the shit out of you! I'm going to get your cherry! Just a little bit more!" Jo said, as she tried to plunge the entire vibrator into the girl's cunt.
Sue was tightening up and making it very difficult for Jo to enter with the machine. Jo grabbed hold of Sue's thighs and spread them apart and then returned the vibrator to the girl's snatch.
As the vibrator plunged in and out, suddenly Jo saw tiny streams of blood dripping down the girl's thighs. She'd gotten her cherry!
"I broke you!" Jo smiled, plunging even harder into Sue's cunt. "Now we can really go to town!"
Throwing herself into fourth gear, Jo started plunging the vibrator in and out of the girl, frantically! She got up off of Sue's torso and mounted the girl as if she were getting ready to plunge a prick into her young, newly-broken cunt.
Bending over Sue on her knees, Jo thrust the vibrator in and out as she bent down and grabbed one of Sue's tits in her mouth.
"Ohhh, shit! It feels so good now! Harder, Jo!" Sue moaned as she started to hump into the machine as it came down into her. With her legs flailing in the air, Sue grabbed Jo's head and started pressing her face into her tits as Jo pushed the vibrator even deeper into the young, hot cunt.
"More, Jo! Harder!" screamed the girl, humping faster and faster to keep up with Jo's frantic pace.
Sweat starting to form on Jo's forehead as she thrust on top of the vibrator, which continued to violate the young, innocent girl. Feeling moisture upon her knees, Jo looked down and saw the blood and cum from the girl's cunt that had poured onto the sheets and down Jo's leg.
Exhausted and spent, both females lay on the bed, panting and gasping for air. The young girl continued to moan, still in an ecstatic state from the sensations she had experienced that she never dreamed possible.
"It was so good! I never thought it would be that good!" Sue panted.
Smiling, Jo looked over at the young girl. "It isn't always that good, honey. Remember, a large part of the pleasure you receive depends on who's in the sack with you. You just happened to be lucky and had a really fine partner this first time. You're a lucky little girl," grinned Jo.
"Oh, I know, Jo. I know. Can we stay together every night? Please?" pleaded Sue.
"Now, hang on! Don't get carried away! I'll think about it and if I want you up here I'll let you know But don't drive me crazy or I won't bother with you at all. Understand?" Jo asked, sternly.
"Okay, Jo. I won't bother you. I promise," whispered the girl as she cuddled up to the beautiful actress.
"I'd better ring the maid and have them bring me up a set of clean sheets. You bled like a pig, honey. Well, you've had your grand opening. From now on it should be pretty easy going."
As the young girl attempted to rise from the bed, she suddenly felt an excruciating pain jet through her lower abdomen. Sitting still for a moment, she waited and then tried to rise again. Standing next to the bed, she reached for the end table to hold herself up.
"Oh, I feel so sore between my legs! Shit, I don't know if I'll be able to walk."
"Go on and walk. It'll hurt for a while, but you'll be okay. That wall has been closed for sixteen years! It has to get used to its new-found freedom!" laughed Jo.
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