La Llorona's Song

La Llorona's Song

     Jo felt good. It was a Friday night and she was on her way to go dancing at the Chameleon. She zipped down the road in her '62 Mercury convertible singing "Love Me Tender" along with Elvis on the radio. With her fluffy black pompadour hairdo and flashy clothes Jo felt that, tonight, she looked as good as Elvis ever did.
     Jo liked to dress up; she'd always felt good only if she was sure she looked good. As a little girl, she'd loved to put on bright colors and fancy dresses. Her family would say to her, "Que bonita, Josefina!" and she'd twirl around and around, basking in the compliments and flattery of her mother, sisters, aunts and grandmother. The memory made her smile and she caught the flash of her bright brown eyes in the rear view mirror. Those big brown eyes were framed by thick, black lashes and stared out of her dusky, Mexican face,
challenging the world. She knew how to talk with those eyes. She'd had 45 years of experience using her remarkable eyes and now she could send three sentences with a single glance.
     Jo pulled into the parking lot at the Chameleon. It was packed, she saw the cars of several of her friends already there. She found a spot and parked her car, made sure her money was in her pant's pocket, her cigarettes in her vest and got out of the car. She stopped to light a cigarette before sauntering over to the doorway. Inside, several women stood at the long bar lining the wall nearest the door, talking and drinking. Others sat at small, round tables scattered here and there around two pool tables which dominated the center
of the room. A few women danced in the space provided at the back beyond the pool tables, as music played from a jukebox in a corner against the wall. Jo let her eyes adjust to the low lighting and then walked in. She saw a good-looking woman with long blonde hair, wearing tight jeans, standing at the bar finishing off a bottle of Lite beer. It was Jo's friend, Sam.
     "Honey, honey, honey..." Jo said.
     Sam grinned and said, "Auntie Jo! Honey, come to me!" as she did an exaggerated bump and grind.
     Jo smiled, put her cigarette out on the floor and walked into the embrace. They did a little thrust and grind dance, ending as usual with a kiss, as several women cheered.
     "Who's tending bar?" Jo asked and looked over at the women behind the bar. She saw two women, one a large, big-breasted woman in her late 30's and the other about ten years younger, much shorter, and just as plump.   Her name was Sally and Jo thought she looked like a tasty, roundly ripe, pink peach. The big woman was named Chichi in honor of the generous proportions of her breasts. "Oh, I see; hey, Sally!" Jo called out, "I want a screaming orgasm, and another Lite beer for Sam."
     "You should have a long slow screw against the wall, first, Jo!" Chichi yelled. The other women at
the bar laughed.
     "Honey, I want my orgasm right now!" Jo said, looking Chichi over. "Maybe I'll let you give me that
long slow screw against the wall later on."
     "All I get from you is promises, honey," Chichi said, and Jo laughed.
     She looked around the bar and saw a gorgeous Latina out on the dance floor; it was Lolita, a member of Jo's bar family. Lolita spotted Jo and waved.
     "That's my mama!" Lolita screamed, and wiggled over to Jo, leaving her dance partner out on the
dance floor alone.
     "Lolita, baby," said Jo, and they kissed. Jo looked at Lolita appraisingly. Lolita was wearing a
swirly, revealing, dance dress made of soft, silky red material. "Looking good, as usual, baby."
     "Thank you, mom. I try to please. I'd better get back to my lover, now," Lolita simpered and then
wiggled back to the dance floor. Sam and Jo looked at each other.
     "Honey, honey, honey..." Sam said.
     Jo smiled. "That's my baby, Lolita."
     Sally brought over what looked like a milkshake in a brandy glass and a beer. "Thank you, honey," Jo
told her as she paid for the drinks. Sally moved to the other end of the bar and Jo asked Sam, "Are the rest
of the family here?"
     "Most of them. Linda is over in the corner picking up on that red-headed chick. Kathleen is getting
high and shooting pool. Pat is at the other pool table fooling around with a married woman."
     "Oh, honey, my baby lizard wouldn't do anything to break up a couple," Jo said, sipping her drink.
"But maybe you should say something to her before people start calling her my baby slizard."
     "Somebody better talk to her," Sam said, "she's practically in bed with the woman already." She
drank from her bottle of beer.
     "Oh, honey, well... it's not right to move in on a couple." Jo watched two young women shooting
pool, hugging and kissing between the shots. "I guess that's life," she said. "Anyway don't be too hard on
Pat. You know she couldn't get anywhere unless that woman was willing." Jo sipped her orgasm.
     Sam answered, "You can't trust women."
     Jo looked at her, then put a cigarette in her mouth. "Be a butch, honey," she said. Sam lit her
cigarette. "Anybody good here tonight?"
     Sam grinned and finished off her beer. "Honey, see that one in the black dress, shooting pool with
Kathleen?" She called out, "Sally, another beer."
     Jo looked around and spotted Kathleen, who was a young girl with short brown hair wearing a
baseball cap. She was standing, leaning on her pool stick and waiting while a blonde woman with great legs
leaned over the pool table to make a shot; her black dress was pulled up high in back.
     "Oh, honey, I see it all!" Jo said, and her eyes flashed on the woman's legs.
     Sam laughed. "That's mine, tonight; want to make a bet? She's got money, too."
     "Honey, I ain't going to bet you. I'd lose. What's her name?" Jo asked, and took a drag of her
cigarette.
     "I don't know. I haven't met her, yet. The night's young," Sam sipped her beer.
     "You going to keep her?" Jo asked.
     "You know me, honey. I practice the four F's--find 'em, fuck 'em, fleece 'em and forget 'em!" Sam
grinned.
     "Honey, honey, that's no way to be," Jo said, blowing smoke from her cigarette over Sam's head.
     Sally brought a Lite beer over to Sam. "You okay, Jo?" she asked.
     "I'm fine, I have some left, here," Jo said and Sally moved away. Chichi was out checking tables.
     "Who else is here?" Jo asked.
     "Well, look at that one over by the juke box, alone... all in white with salt 'n' pepper hair... she looks
like your type, Jo," Sam said, taking a sip of her beer.
     Jo smoked her cigarette and looked at the woman, who was slender and very fair-skinned. Her eyes
looked to be blue or green; very nice eyes. No make-up at all. She had on some sort of shimmery white
jumpsuit with a silver chain belt around her waist. Silver leaves hung from the belt. Her shoes were little
silver slippers and she wore silver leaves in her earlobes.
     "She's got on leaves," Jo said. "I love leaves. Look at that figure.... she really is beautiful, Sam. She
looks so soft and shimmery; almost like a dream. I want that woman."
     "Go for it!" Sam said.
     Jo finished her orgasm. Chichi walked up to them and did a shimmy with her breasts.
     "Oh, honey, honey!" Jo said, "Sally gave me one orgasm and now you want to give me another."
She handed her glass to Chichi, threw down her cigarette and ground it out on the floor.
     "I still say you need a long slow screw against the wall, first," Chichi said.
     Jo looked at her. "Well, honey, then give it to me!"
     Chichi did a bump and grind combined with her shimmy, then left to make Jo's drink. Several women
cheered as Chichi walked away.
     "Wish me luck," Jo said. She walked over to the jukebox and punched in a dollar's worth of songs.
Prince's "Erotic City" came on. She turned to the woman in white and said, "Would you like to dance?"
     As she rose Jo let her eyes roam over the body in the white jumpsuit. Her look said she liked what
she saw. The woman smiled and held out her hand.
     "My name is Larona. I heard the others calling you Jo."
     "That's right," Jo said, taking Larona's hand and leading her to the dance floor. She felt a chill, just a
slight one, like a shadow in her mind as she thought about Larona. The name reminded her of something
she'd heard long ago, back when she was still called Josefina. Larona, Larona, what was it her grandmother
had said about somebody with a similar name? She couldn't remember; and Larona smiled at her so sweetly
that she felt her thoughts melt away into nothing as Jo gave herself up to the dancing.
     Jo moved smoothly into the music, letting the rhythm take over her muscles and flow into her limbs.
She watched Larona's body and started to get turned on. The leaves bounced softly against Larona's belly as
she danced. Jo watched the leaves, thinking, I'm taking this woman home, tonight! Jo looked up and caught
Chichi's eye. She gave Chichi a nod and glanced at Larona's table. Chichi smiled and put Jo's drink on
Larona's table. Sam laughed and moved over to the woman in the black dress. Jo saw Sam put her hand on
the woman's waist and whisper in her ear. Then Jo brought her eyes back to Larona's body, dancing and
bouncing the leaves... she forgot about Sam.
     Lolita and her lover were dancing next to them, Lolita giving her usual sexy show--lifting her skirt
and letting her straps fall from her shoulders as she danced, but Jo barely noticed. Larona's eyes were green,
burning into Jo's, starting a fire in Jo's thighs that moved on up to her heart, making it beat faster and faster
as she watched Larona. At the end of the dance Jo was sweating.
     "I'm hot," she said.
     Larona answered, "I know."
     They sat at the table and Jo swallowed most of her drink; her eyes on Larona. Larona sipped her
glass of wine and smiled. Jo said, "I love leaves. That's a beautiful belt you have on."
     Larona said, "Thank you, Jo. I like leaves, too. I think they are beautifully symbolic; they tell the
story of life."
     "What do you mean?" Jo asked.
     "Oh, you know, Jo, they start out young; fresh and green in the Spring. They mature, become firm
and strong. Then they age; but at the end, they flame into a wonderful beauty. I think it is the way they tell
their ending story, proclaim to the world how great it was to live and use their beautiful colors to say a last
good-bye. Don't you think it would be so much easier to die if you could go out like that, in a burst of
beauty and passion and color, Jo?"
     "I don't know, Larona. I like life; I have a lot of fun and passion and color in my life now. I am not
at all sure I want to give it up just yet; but in a way I can see your point. I certainly don't look forward to
slowing down, getting old, sitting on the porch knitting a sweater!"
     "Oh, I don't think that will ever happen to you, Jo. I've heard you never take home the same woman
twice and it sounds like you lead a pretty wild life!"
     "How did you hear that? Maybe I just haven't met the right woman!" Jo smiled her most charming,
seductive, smile.
     "A butterfly told me all about you; but don't worry, I won't let it get in the way. I have lived a long
time, Jo. I can take care of myself, and I can read people very well. You won't disappoint me."
     "I never disappoint any woman," Jo said. "They never complain; I give them what they want, and I
get what I want--a lot of sex, a little affection, and the illusion of love for a little while. So far, I haven't
found a woman who gave me more than that. You can't have lived long; you look younger than me."
     "My life's been full. I have lived many lives in my one. I live on love; I spend all my time looking for
a perfect lover. That is why my name is Larona."
     Jo thought about the name, Larona, and suddenly remembered the water witch her grandmother told
her about in her childhood; La LLorona, the woman in white who stood in the lake and lured unfaithful
husbands to their watery graves. Were dissolute lesbians in the same class as unfaithful husbands? Jo felt a
chill run up her spine, across her shoulders and settle in the back of her neck under the hairline. Jo didn't say
anything about the water witch to Larona.
     Larona smiled, and her eyes glowed green, with a hint of blue, in the lamplight, so that they warmed
Jo as she gazed into them. Jo smiled back and decided she was a fool to almost let a childhood fancy scare
her away from such a lovely, though mysterious, woman.
     "Take me home and love me, Jo; I've heard you're the best lover in the bar. Maybe you are the one
I've been searching for. Give your love to me."
     Jo looked at her, feeling a little shocked. Larona held Jo's look and stared into Jo's eyes. Larona's
pupils seemed to be pulsating slightly. Jo thought it must be a trick of the light. She felt a little dizzy, and
light-headed. She also felt strongly drawn to Larona, not just sexually aroused but something more.
Something she had no name for, that pulled her towards Larona and made her suspicions melt away.
     "Let's go," Jo said. They got up and walked towards the door.
     Sam watched Jo walking out and said, "Honey, honey!"
     Lolita called, "Are you leaving so soon, mom?"
     Jo just waved at them, took Larona's hand and left the bar. The cool night air hit Jo and chilled her
sweaty body. She paused to light a cigarette and then moved quickly to her car. She said, "Do you have a
car here?"
     Larona said, "No, I don't need one."
     Jo thought that was an odd answer but as she looked into Larona's eyes the thought drifted away...she
could keep her mind on nothing but the thought of Larona's body against her own. She opened the car door
and helped Larona in, shut the door, walked to the driver's side and got in.
     Linda Ronstadt came on the radio singing, "Will You Love Me Tomorrow?" Jo let herself slide into
the music as she drove home, smoking her cigarette. Larona put her hand on Jo's thigh and Jo felt the heat of
that hand, burning into her leg and spreading up into her crotch. It was getting harder to concentrate on
driving, or the music, or anything at all except the feel of that hand on her thigh. Jo didn't hear the next
couple of songs that came on. Her cigarette burned itself out in the ashtray.
     She drove up into her driveway and parked.
     "This is it," she told Larona. It was a comfortable, rather unkempt looking house in a good
residential area.        They went into the house and Jo turned the stereo on. There was a 100 gallon
aquarium along one wall of the living room, giving off a soft glow of light, making any other light
unnecessary. A futon mattress lay unrolled on the floor in front of the fireplace.
     The stereo was set to play the "Lover's Channel," the one which played only love songs from 35 years
in the past up to the present. Soft, beautiful, romantic music that Jo slept to every night. It made the perfect
background for seduction.
     Stevie Wonder sang, "I Just Called To Say I Love You" as Jo poured two glasses of wine. She sliced
up some cheese and apples on to a plate while Larona sat on the futon watching the fish in the aquarium and
listening to the music. Jo brought the wine and snacks on a tray which she set close to the fireplace. She
struck a match and lit the firewood which was ready to burn. Jo always got the fire ready to start before she
went out, just in case she brought somebody home.
     Larona sipped her wine and Jo ate a bite of apple and cheese as they watched the fire. Larona's eyes
glowed in the firelight and Jo could see that, now, the pupils really were pulsating. Buddy Holly sang "Love
Is Strange" on the radio as Jo stared into Larona's eyes, fascinated. The color of Larona's eyes was green in
the bar, Jo was sure of it. Now they looked aqua, like the color of the ocean. The salt 'n' pepper color of
Larona's hair didn't look like Jo had seen that color on other women. The dark color was like a deep
burnished bronze and the light colored hairs were like moonlight dancing between the bronze bars. It looked
alive--not as everyone's hair is alive but more so... as if it had a soul of its own, Jo thought; then blamed her
Mexican heritage and her overly superstitious grandmother as she chased the fancy away.
     Seeming to follow Jo's thoughts, Larona said, "I've heard that Mexicans are very passionate people. I
hope that's true."
     "I don't know about any other woman," Jo said, "but you are about to find out just how passionate I
can be!"
     "I need somebody with strong feelings," Larona said, "it's very rare for me to find what I need in a
bar. You looked pretty comfortable in the bar, Jo."
     "I have to put up a front, there, "Jo said, "otherwise I couldn't survive--I'd be everybody's fool."
Larona's eyes were still pulsating. Jo watched them and then, surprising herself, she said, "I've been looking
for somebody I could love for a long time. You seem very different from the women I usually bring home--
you seem to have some secret, some kind of mystery, and I would like to discover it. I'd like to love you."
     Larona put down her wine and said, "Come and prove it to me, baby."
     "Oh, honey," Jo said and put her arms around Larona. They kissed.
     "Give it all to me, Jo," Larona said as she rubbed her cheek against Jo's, "give me all the love you've
got. I need you so badly, and I'm going to make you feel better than you've ever felt. Come on and give
yourself to me now, lover."
     They undressed each other, kissing and touching as their bodies were revealed.
          Jo stroked Larona's breast and looked in her eyes. She was burning with passion. Her body
ached, wanting Larona. Her heart was full. She felt a tingle in her nipples and heat in her vulva as she pulled
Larona into her arms. She kissed Larona softly on the lips.
     "I'm yours, mi amor, drain me, love me, let me love you; whatever you want," Jo said.
     Larona smiled then. She pressed her lips to Jo's and pulled Jo down on top of her--touching body to
body. Jo stroked Larona's sides and closed her eyes as she returned Larona's kiss. She opened Larona's legs
with her own and moved her hips until she could feel her pubis pressed against Larona's. The curly hair from
Larona's mound tickled Jo's tender clitoris as she started to rub against Larona. Jo moved slowly, adjusting
until she felt the soft wetness of Larona's inner lips against her own, and from the sound of Larona's sighs Jo
knew she had moved into position. She was rubbing her own clitoris against Larona's and the feel of it was
exquisite; softly erotic, tickling and tingling with the knowledge that her own most tender spot was touching
and caressing the same highly charged spot of Larona's. At the same time, she could feel her nipples brushing
those of her lover's. She stroked Larona's sides, arms, face; whatever part of her she could reach, she
stroked. She kissed her face, licked her lips and pushed her tongue into Larona's mouth so she could taste
the sweetness there. She moved slowly, rhythmically, her clitoris against Larona's and as their passion built,
she moved faster. Jo slipped her hands between their bodies and squeezed Larona's breasts, savoring the soft
fullness. She moved her fingers to the tender nipples and took a nipple in each hand, rubbing, squeezing,
pinching the tips as Larona moaned and arched her back. Jo found the tender place on Larona's neck and bit
her while she squeezed and pinched her nipples; all the while rubbing, rubbing, rubbing their pleasure mounds
together; building up the energy between them, higher and higher until she heard Larona's moan turn to a
scream of orgasmic passion--and her own body throbbed outward in circles from the tiny pleasure center of
her clitoris. She kissed Larona and relaxed against her, enjoying the aftermath of their first orgasm. Larona
purred.
     Jo looked at her, listening to the sound....of purring. Larona opened her eyes and looked at Jo. Her
eyes were very dilated; and the color seemed deeper. The large pupils seemed to waver slightly as Jo
watched them; they wavered in time to the sound of Larona's purring. Jo thought, how strange; and Larona
opened her mouth and smiled at Jo with her pearly teeth. Jo was very relaxed after the orgasm so only felt a
slight uneasiness, which disappeared completely when Larona pulled her down and kissed her. The kiss
lasted a long time, and gradually turned from warm and loving to hot and passionate.
     Suddenly Larona pushed Jo over onto her back and in the same movement, covered Jo with her own
body so that their former positions were now reversed. Jo felt strange being on the bottom; she'd always
preferred being the aggressor and being on top. She looked up at Larona, who smiled her cat-like grin and
sparkled her eyes at Jo. Then she leaned down and kissed Jo gently, lingering to taste Jo's soft lips and softer
tongue. Jo closed her eyes, and gave herself up to this new experience; being passive. She felt Larona's
tongue move down from her mouth, tasting her chin, her neck, her chest.... Jo nearly jumped when she finally
felt Larona's tongue on her tender nipple, but she controlled herself and just let the feeling wash over her. Jo
felt an electric tingle start at her nipple and shoot right down to her clitoris, like magic. It was delicious! Jo
thought she might be able to come, just from this wonderful tingling centered in her nipple which magically
transformed into hot passion in her clitoris. She wanted it never to stop. Larona took Jo's other nipple
between her fingertips and pinched so that it hurt; but Jo was feeling so good that the pain just added to the
pleasure and she moaned. She felt Larona's other hand move down her belly and caress her lightly across her
clitoris; Jo gasped with the nearly unbearable pleasure of it. Larona's hand moved down, and Jo felt fingers
enter her vagina, pressing inwards and upwards, stroking her inner walls, searching out her treasure spot, her
G spot. Larona's fingers found what they were seeking and pressed, stroked, teased the inside of Jo as
Larona continued to suck and bite on Jo's nipple. Jo felt herself give; she felt her own wetness gush out as
she had caused so many other women to do. This was a different kind of orgasm; one from the inside, and
though it was softer and less intense than the clitoris centered orgasm, it was still very satisfying in a sort of
internal, warm, relaxing way that seemed to travel up her back and end somewhere in her skull. Larona
moved up to Jo's face and kissed her lips again. Jo looked into Larona's eyes; and thought, they are less
aqua, they look bluer, is that possible? before she could think any more, Larona kissed her eyes, forcing Jo
to shut them. But just before Jo shut her eyes she saw that Larona's teeth had started to glow, and her hair
seemed strangely bright. Jo, on the other hand, felt a little drained and faded. Larona was not finished with
Jo yet, though. Jo felt Larona grasp both her breasts in her hands and push them together. Larona moved
down and took both nipples in her mouth at once and sucked, and Jo's sexual energy was instantly back with
an electric bolt of pleasure, shot straight from her nipples to her clitoris.
     "Dios mio," Jo moaned, and Larona answered, "No, not God, Jo, thank Larona; for She is the one
who gives the gift of pleasure." Jo couldn't say anything, her pleasure was too intense. Larona sucked on
Jo's breasts until Jo was feeling so much that she wasn't even sure it was pleasure; it almost hurt, it was so
strong. Then Larona moved lower, licking a line from Jo's breasts down to her mound of curly black hair.
She kissed Jo's mound. Larona moved her mouth lower, and kissed Jo's opening, her labia. Larona licked all
around her vagina, teasing Jo with anticipation. Jo felt Larona's tongue enter her and lick inside her most
private, vulnerable opening as she involuntarily closed up in a shudder of pleasure, which felt strangely close
to the feeling of fear. Larona laughed and finally licked up to Jo's clitoris. She licked all around it and on top
of it and then she sucked on it; Jo let go all her reserves and cried from the intense pleasure. Jo felt on the
edge of an orgasm when Larona bit her little magic button, and Jo felt the pain and pleasure mix; holding off
her orgasm. Larona sucked and bit all around Jo's pleasure button, bringing her close and pushing her back
in turn from her orgasm until there was no room to move inside the feelings--pain and pleasure mixed into the
strongest orgasm Jo had ever felt in her life, taking her further away from herself than she'd ever been; until
she felt there was no Jo, no Josefina, only this great, wonderful, intense feeling and it felt like she was dying
from the sheer intensity of the feeling. It went on and on, it didn't end as she thought it would, just kept on
going; it would start to ease off and then Larona would suck, lick, bite it back so that Jo just kept on coming
and coming, over and over. She was getting weaker...dizzy...her emotions and her sexual energy flowed out
of her into Larona as she came. She opened her eyes and looked down at Larona--and saw Larona looking
back up at her. Larona's eye's were no longer aqua but a deep royal blue, almost purple. The pupils were
pulsating rapidly. Larona's hair was glowing, electric, moving about as if alive; almost like snakes. Madre de
Dios, it is alive, Jo thought. The bronze hairs are snakes, tiny little snakes. The silver hairs glowed like fine
wires alight with electricity; the bronze hairs moved about, around the silver ones, winding and unwinding
themselves. Every time Jo came the silver hairs got brighter so that now they were brighter than the moon;
they were more like stars, or even like the sun--little strands of silver-white sunlight. Larona's eyes were now
a deep purple, and Jo had come close to a hundred times. She was getting very weak.
     "Querida, I can't take any more," Jo said, "you're going to kill me."
     Larona smiled and her teeth glowed with an inner light. "Orgasms are like death, and you are always
reborn to have another. You're so damn good, Jo; you have so much passion to give me! I love you and I
want all of you; you're mine." She kissed Jo's clitoris as Jo came one more time with shuddering convulsions.
Jo thought it must be the last time she could possibly come, and then she felt Larona's tongue slipping softly
over her little sensitive button, again. Another orgasm started to build. Jo felt something warm and soft
stroking her inner thighs. She felt it find her vulva, and enter, as Larona's tongue caressed her pleasure
center. Jo felt Larona start to squeeze her hips and buttocks with her strong fingers, and realized she still
also felt something inside of her. Her body hummed and sang with pleasure so that Jo couldn't waste energy
wondering how Larona's hands could be in so many places simultaneously.
     Jo felt the velvety electric tingle of Larona's tongue licking and licking and smoothly stroking her
clitoris as her sharp teeth bit all around it. Jo continued to feel that pleasure/pain, as somewhere inside of
her, she felt the pressure of Larona stroking and pushing, deeper and deeper. It started to vibrate very softly.
Larona managed to smile, around Jo's mound. Then Larona, with her hands, pushed Jo's legs wider apart and
held them there. Jo felt a caress on her rectum, gently but persistently. Her body relaxed and then something
entered a place no lover had been before. Jo felt this new feeling and lay back, weak and drained and yet still
painfully sexually excited, shocked, scared; feeling so many different conflicting feelings and unable to deal
with any of them. She closed her eyes and just felt everything. Larona sucked Jo's button and pushed and
vibrated deep inside Jo's two openings. Jo was too upset to come and too drained to object; and all the time
feeling exquisite pleasure thrilling every atom of her body, draining all the life energy out of her and into
Larona. Deep inside her vagina, she felt the vibration twist and turn, seeking deeper up inside her and finally,
she knew; it wanted her life force, the center of her femaleness. The pushing, vibrating feeling inside her
grew to a fullness Jo never imagined was possible. The other vibrating, inside her rectum, continued to move
up inside Jo, further and further, tickling Jo and soothing her fears. Jo felt another orgasm start to build
inside and all around her--coming from so many different areas that jo couldn't tell where the center of her
exquisite orgasm was coming from. Just before she crested the top of her orgasm and fell over into the
shuddering convulsions, Larona stopped licking Jo. This was a torture beyond belief--Jo was stuck up on the
edge and her whole soul and body anticipated a fall into oblivious pleasure that was trapped up there and
couldn't come. Suddenly, Larona bit down hard on Jo's clitoris and Jo came, from the pain. It was
wonderful--it was stronger than any feeling Jo had ever felt before and the fact that she could come this way,
from pain, shocked Jo at the same time that it satisfied her more deeply than she'd ever been satisfied before.
Jo opened her eyes and looked at Larona.
     " Ave Maria!   Que' Es?" Jo asked.
     Larona smiled at Jo. She said, "Your grandmother didn't tell you all the tales of La Llorona."
     Jo lay back, drained, barely able to comprehend what she'd heard. "La LLorona drowns people," she
whispered.
     Larona laughed. "That is only for the ones without passion," she said. Then she again kissed Jo's
mound and started to suck on her button. In spite of believing herself totally unable to respond, Jo felt the
quivering excitement of another orgasm building. Larona laughed and stopped just long enough to say, "You
see? Why waste such delicious pleasure and passion! You will feed me for a long, long time, Jo!" She
sucked and licked Jo's pleasure button while the fullness vibrated inside her. Jo felt her pleasure build,
climbing higher and higher; and she felt the thing inside her mother-center moving, vibrating, sucking her life
force out while the other snake soothed her, relaxing her fears with gentle vibrations inside her rectum. She
felt an impossible, shuddering, killing orgasm, build to a peak as she screamed with the pain and pleasure of
her life slipping out of her, into Larona. Gradually, she relaxed, and felt whatever was inside her leave her
body.   Larona slid up Jo's belly, and lay on top of her. Larona kissed Jo's lips and nipples. Jo lay there,
drained of energy, unable to move.
     Tina Turner was singing her beautiful love song, "Let's Stay Together" as Larona poured all the rest
of the wine on Jo's breasts and licked it off. Jo moaned as she lay there, but had nothing left to give. She
barely had strength left to breathe.
     Jo closed her eyes and felt the warm glow of her body; relaxed in the perfection of feeling which
follows total sexual satisfaction. Her mind floated in what felt like a sea of clouds, drifting, unfocused,
among an endless expanse of soft colors and softer feelings.   She slipped, slowly, sensually, naturally, into a
very deep sleep. She felt Larona stroking her body, kissing her nipples, and rubbing her silken skin against
Jo's legs, arms, face and belly. The feel of Larona blended into the feel of her own body and their separate
selves became one. As Jo lost the awareness of her own existence, she began to dream. She walked in the
forest with all her ex-lovers, and she swam in the sea with her grandmother. She flew to the moon on the
back of a vulture-woman and once there she sucked on the left breast of the creature. The vulture turned to
a winged wolf and brought her back to earth, where it kissed her and gave her to the Virgin Mary of
Guadalupe. The Virgin rocked her in Her arms. Jo watched the Virgin as She turned into Medusa. Last of
all, Medusa smiled and gave her a spark of life. Jo felt good. She felt terrific! A smile grew on her face into
a big grin until she laughed and woke up.
     "Yo vivo," she said. She looked into Larona's eyes and saw that they were now the color of midnight
with a sparkle of moonlight; a color she had no name for. Larona kissed her, savoring the last spark of Jo's
life. Jo closed her eyes and saw herself being held in the arms of the Virgin Mary of Guadalupe. "Muchas
gracias, a la Reina del Mundo. Mi vida....es rica," she whispered. She opened her eyes again and saw
Larona, glowing all over like her vision of Mary. Jo thought she was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.
She felt a little confused.... and wondered if it were really possible she'd made love with the Virgin? Or was it
La LLorona?
     Larona stroked Jo's face one last time, rose and stood facing her. Jo watched her, feeling vague and
fuzzy; she felt as if she were no more substantial than a mist floating on the evening breeze.
     "Good-bye, Jo," Larona said. "You were the best I ever had." Larona glowed as brightly as the
moon, shining in through the open window. Her hair danced a snakely waltz on her head as she pulled her
white dress onto her body. She snapped on her silver belt of leaves. A blue light surrounded her as she faded
away and disappeared.
     Jo closed her eyes. She again saw the comforting vision of the Virgin Mary of Guadalupe, and felt
herself enfolded in Her embrace. The Virgin held Jo in a gentle embrace, and, as the Platters sang, "Twilight
Time," the Virgin carried Jo home.

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