An interviewer, for whatever purpose, soon develops a keen ear for the lie, the half-truth, the exaggeration… and a finely tuned knowledge of character and personality through constant contact with various kinds of people.
I have been interviewing people regarding their sex lives for a few years now, and have talked casually about sex and themselves with many dozens of others.
I soon learned to read between the lines; a word, a phrase, a shrug, an expression at a certain time… all can speak volumes.
So when I talked with Jonni about her life with her femme, May, and the subject veered to May's twelve-year-old daughter, who had suddenly run away the month before our conversation, I sensed a deeper story from Jonni's telltale tension and subtle alterations of tone and voice pitch.
Jonni "had no idea" why the girl, Sondra, had disappeared. When I asked what the girl looked like, Jonni said she was "an overdeveloped, ungrateful little bitch!"
Gradually, through body language, hints, key words and looks, and from what I knew of Jonni, I pieced that hidden story together.
To many, it may seem perverted, but it is an all-too-human story of compulsion and seduction.
Jonni is a white lesbian who lives with May, a young divorced mulatto woman. As the "man" of the family, Jonni dresses as much like a man as she can and is known in the gay bars as a "stomper" – aggressive, ready to fight to prove her manhood, and woman-crazy.
Somehow, Jonni's wives don't stay with her very long – a few months at best. But May had stayed with her for four months at the time of Sondra's leaving.
One other critical factor is known about Jonni: She's a lesbian who prefers to use a dildoe on her woman. Jonni loved to talk about her prowess with strap-on dildoes. She has a collection of them which she showed me… and how much her women enjoyed their use on them. She is obsessed with "being a man" that way.
I also met and talked with May. She is a tall, voluptuous woman with skin the color of creamy chocolate and with startling, light brown eyes. If you can imagine electric brown eyes, you know what I mean.
May said her daughter was just like herself in looks – same eyes, same straight black hair, same body, but shorter and with a shade darker skin and a wider, more negroid nose, because Sondra's father had been black.
May is prejudiced against Negroes darker than herself and constantly regretted lowering herself by marrying a "black" man.
She is content with Jonni and doesn't realize that Jonni was the cause of Sondra's leaving.
There were pictures in Jonni's apartment of May and Sondra. I studied one such as we talked. Both were in brief, bright green bikinis on the beach.
Sondra, at twelve, is quite voluptuous. I can well understand why Jonni was irresistibly attracted to the child and why what happened almost had to happen, given the people involved and the circumstances.
I have reconstructed in narrative form what occurred between Jonni and Sondra. It is an interesting lesson in the psychology of the obsessive lesbian.
Jonni fucked May with her mind half on Sondra, who was maybe sleeping, maybe listening in the living room, just beyond the doorway, just beyond the thin wall.
Jonni wore the big strap-on double dildoe this time, a double-ended, fourteen-inch, soft plastic cock that was sunk six inches into her own cunt and was curved to send all the rest into May. And May was taking it, too. Groaning softly from the vigorous, seemingly endless penetrations.
Jonni was proud of her ability to fuck her women for long, long stretches at a time. She had trained herself by exercising for hours, by toughening her back and thigh muscles, by building up incredible stamina and endurance.
She loved to fuck a woman and make that woman into a believer! And now May was whispering those words Jonni loved to hear: "Oh, darling, you're so good… so great… ohhhh, you're better than any man."
Jonni kept on flexing her body, kept on sinking the artificial cock deep into May's belly. Each time she hit bottom, with each thrust, the six inches of cock in her own slot moved and wobbled – a weird sensation.
Jonni wanted Sondra to know – again – what a good time her mother was having, how good a lover was her lover, how great it was to be fucked by Jonni.
Jonni wanted May to get lathered up good and let go and howl when she spent, when that orgasm burst in her guts and exploded in her mind. That was Jonni's reward… and in this case her advertisement.
For Jonni was helplessly attracted to Sondra. It was all she could do to keep her hands off the girl while May was out shopping or whatever. Jonni knew she couldn't resist forever. Sondra was the sexiest little doll Jonni had ever seen. Just that night the girl had come flouncing out of the bathroom naked as a skinned cat.
Sondra's breasts were big, heavy, exuberant, brown melons, as big as her mother's but still firm, still without the inevitable sag of time, without the inevitable stretch marks that gravity imposed and soft muscles permitted.
Sondra's waist was tiny. There was not an ounce of real fat on her, and her hips were still slim, not yet matured to the full depth and width of a woman's pelvis. Her V was only lightly fuzzed with kinky pubic hair. Her legs were perfectly shaped; rounded, tapering thighs, ideally contoured calves, thin ankles, dainty feet.
Jonni had been sitting in the kitchenette, reading a novel about lesbians, and had looked up and seen Sondra traipse over to her bed to put on her pajamas, and a twisting knot of want had churned in her stomach.
And so Jonni fucked May fast and hard and wondered if little, lush Sondra was listening and wondering if getting fucked with a dildoe was as good as it sounded.
Because May was beginning to lose control; she was jerking her cunt up and down to meet Jonni's plunges, she was working her big ass in ecstatic grinding circles as the long, imitation cock was thrust up into her spasming cunt.
And this corkscrewing motion on May's part created a similar, reversed movement to that portion of the double dildoe in Jonni's cunt.
It was a weird feeling for Jonni, that twisting side-to-side, up-and-down bulky presence in her belly, but she had never had an orgasm from it. Her only orgasms came from a prolonged, fierce, almost savage rubbing of her clitoris… most often by her own hand in the privacy of the bathroom.
But she wondered if she might not have an orgasm, a psychic orgasm at least – an intense mind-thrill – if she could ever fuck Sondra with this lovely double dildoe.
Could the girl take eight inches of thick rubber cock? Sure, once she was broken in to it. If May could, Sondra could. That sweet virginal cunt was waiting for it, was ripe for it! Sondra's first fuck had to be with Jonni! She'd never forget it!
May interrupted the erotic flow of Jonni's thoughts by clutching Jonni's sweaty back and panting loudly, "Harderrr… fuck me harderrrr."
Jonni wished she were wearing the biggest dildoe in her collection – the ten incher! It snapped onto the post on the other harness and hung down nearly to her knees. That cock would give May the thrill of a lifetime, but May was afraid of it.
Jonni fucked May harder, with long, powerful arcs of her solidly muscled buttocks and thighs. She slapped her vulva against May's, sending the dildoe as deep as possible into both their cunts.
At this time she did feel small jolting flashes of sensation from those impacts, but it wasn't enough to build toward an orgasm for her.
May was going crazy – moaning, babbling loudly in half-words, shipping her loins in a frenzy of climactic lust.
Jonni was sending a thought-message to Sondra who was sleeping on the hide-a-bed in the next room: See how your mother loves it, baby? Doesn't it sound like fun? Wouldn't you like to try it, too? Aren't you curious?
The apartment was a crackerbox. She knew Sondra could hear her mother climaxing… could hear the creak of the bed… and knew what was causing it. There were no secrets. Sondra had seen all of Jonni's dildoes.
The first irresistible opportunity to make a play for Sondra came a few days later. May had to go downtown to the welfare office for a compulsory interview… something to do with her eligibility and an adjustment of the money allowed her for Sondra on ADC.
Of course the welfare people didn't know the woman May shared an apartment with was a dyke. When the social worker came around, Jonni was either out or quickly put on a dress and acted disgustingly straight.
Sondra was sprawled on the floor, doing homework, when Jonni came home. Jonni drove a cab.
Sondra wore a minijumper over a dark green top. She lay on her stomach with her lovely legs spread. Her crotch showed. She wore cheap white panties.
Jonni got a hot sensation in her belly. She stared at the girl for a minute, then went into the bedroom to change. She came out a moment later wearing a red lounge suit. She sat on the floor beside Sondra. "Baby, I have to ask you something."
Sondra looked up expectantly. Her bright brown eyes seemed very wise. "What?" She was actually as beautiful, in her more negroid way, as her mother. Her large, round breasts were like firm pillows against the old carpet.
Jonni said, "I guess you hear May and me making it at night, don't you?"
Sex happened maybe twice a week.
"I guess so." Sondra looked back to her school-work. She fiddled with her pencil.
"Do you think it's wrong?"
The girl shrugged, not meeting Jonni's eyes, "I don't know. If she likes it."
Jonni nodded. "I treat you and May nice, don't I?"
"Yes."
"Then you ought to be nice to me, too."
Wary. "How?"
"Well you lay over onto your back and I'll show you."
"I don't want you trying what you do to Mom."
"I won't. I promise. I just want to touch you a little bit. You're a beautiful girl, Sondra. You've got a beautiful little body. There's nothing wrong with me appreciating it a little bit. You can let me do that, after all I've done for you and May."
"Just so you don't try to use any of those rubber things." Sondra pushed her loose-leaf binder and school books aside and rolled over onto her back. "What are you going to do?" Sondra was tense and afraid. She lay with her hands clenched at her sides.
Jonni edged closer. She reached out and put her hand on the girl's stomach. She let it lie there and she said, "I had a funny fare today in my taxi…"
Jonni told the story and made Sondra laugh. The girl relaxed and Jonni idly rubbed the girl's stomach through her clothes.
After ten minutes of stories about odd customers, after widening the strokings of her hand to the large globes of the girl's breasts and to the deep V of her crotch, Jonni suggested, "Let's take off some of your clothes, why don't we."
"You want me to get naked?"
Jonni nodded, her throat tight.
"Promise you'll only just do what you've been doing? Just rub me?"
"Promise."
"It kind of feels good, rubbing like that." Sondra sat up and permitted Jonni to undo her jumper and pull it down to her waist, and lifted herself to allow it to be pulled past her hips and down her legs.
Jonni's hands shook as she pulled the green top up and exposed Sondra's large round breasts in their cheap white bra cups.
Sondra raised her arms and Jonni pulled the garment up and off.
Sondra sat in bra and panties, a luscious brown virgin, aware of her too well developed body, almost afraid of it, afraid of Jonni.
Sondra asked, knowing the answer, "All naked?"
Jonni nodded, unable to speak. She was breathing irregularly.
Sondra pouted and hesitated. She looked searchingly into Jonni's eyes, then reached awkwardly behind her back to undo her bra hooks.
Jonni managed., "Let me." She shifted to behind the girl and coped with the tight straps that were indented into Sondra's mouth, buttery-brown flesh, "You can lay back now."
Sondra grabbed a pillow from the nearby hide-a-bed sofa and fell back with it clutched tight under her neck and head. She giggled and flopped. Her loose bra had slipped aside. The big cups were awry and both high-mounded breasts were exposed. Sondra lay breathing fast, watching Jonni. She wet her full lips. She said, "You're breathing funny."
Jonni whispered, "So are you." She smiled. Her face felt stiff and unnatural. She deliberately delayed touching the girl's large, perfect brown breasts.
The girl lay waiting while Jonni stared.
"Aren't you going to do anything?"
Jonni pulled the bra away. She said, astonished and delighted, "Your nipples are larger than May's."
"I know. That means I should nurse my babies a lot, doesn't it?"
"I don't think so. I don't think it means anything. Why mess around with men and have children?" Jonni put a trembling hand on Sondra's right breast. She closed her eyes. Her breath caught.
The deep flesh was so warm and firm! She caressed the breast with knowing skill, tracing with her fingertip enticing patterns around and over the stiffening nipple… and lightly running her fingers and palm over and around the full, velvety, globular mound.
Her other hand went to Sondra's other breast. Jonni kept her eyes closed. She enjoyed to the fullest the touching. She whispered, "Do you like it, Sondra? Do you like it?"
"Umm-hmmm."
Jonni thrilled to the answer. She ached to do more… but she had to go slow. She caressed the girl's breasts for long moments, stroking the prominent nipples to puffed sensitivity. She opened her eyes and noted Sondra's quick breathing, her parted lips, her beginning restlessness, her slight flush. Sondra's eyes were now closed.
Jonni breathed, "Little darling, I'm going to kiss you."
Sondra did not say no.
Jonni leaned over and touched her mouth to Sondra's dry, hot lips. Sondra did not turn her head. Her eyelashes fluttered.
Jonni held the light kiss, the innocent, marginal, uninvolving kiss, for long seconds measured by her thudding heart… and by the feel of Sondra's fast heartbeat under her left breast.
Jonni brushed her lips over Sondra's high forehead, pecked her nose, her cheeks, then kissed the pulsing hollow of the girl's throat. She was lured back to those wide, soft, full, parted lips. She kissed Sondra more firmly, more sensually.
The girl made a sound in her throat but didn't resist. Her lush, yielding mouth opened more and responded.
Jonni shivered with joy. She caressed the large, perfect brown breasts and deepened the sweet, intoxicating kiss. She moved her mouth erotically, excitingly, over the girl's mouth… and then was unable to resist using her tongue to lick the girl's glowing lips, around the full contours, in to the inner surfaces.
Jonni's nostrils flared as her suddenly hungry lungs needed air. She moaned softly to herself, and sought Sondra's tongue… and with her hand explored the smooth-skinned path under the girl's panties to the plump mound, and clown into the hot juncture of the full thighs to the vulva's lips – those intimate, lower lips she wanted to kiss and lick and enter!
Sondra writhed and twisted in minor objection, tightened her thighs, but did not break the kiss. She finally lay restlessly passive as the kiss deepened and became all flickering tongue and wet, warm, moving lips.
Jonni insinuated her hand deeper into the girl's hot, moist crotch, and her fingers pressed in tiny, provocative pressures against the gradually puffing vulva lips.
Sondra pulled her mouth sideways and took several deep breaths. "I couldn't breathe," Her hands were relaxed at her side, her fingers plucked aimlessly at the carpet tufts. "You make me feel funny."
"Don't you like it, darling? You're going to like it more and more," Jonni kissed Sondra's throat again, and lower to the sharp swell of a breast… to the wrinkled purple of an aroused nipple.
"You were only going to rub me a little."
"Don't you like it?" Jonni licked avidly at the crinkled bud of sensitive flesh. She boldly sucked the nipple into her mouth.
Sondra reflexively arched her back a little. A shiver went through her. Her inner thigh muscles rippled against Jonni's hand. "It's not nice. You're not supposed to do that… you're a woman."
Jonni continued sucking. She threw all caution aside and stroked a finger into the girl's now receptive vulva. Her fingertip found the inner mouth and passed over to the narrowing groove that led up to the girl's clitoris.
It was there – and large – oh, large like May's, a rounded, yielding peanut of flesh that seemed to beg for a tongue to lick it.
Sondra twisted and used her hands to push Jonni's head away.
"Why not? That's the spot, darling. That's what makes a girl feel so very good. Just let me rub it some and it'll make you feel like heaven is in your body."
"I don't care." Sondra got a stubborn look. "You're a woman! You're a dyke!"
Jonni decided not to argue. "Be nice, Sondra! I won't buy you any more chocolate chip ice cream or give you money to go to the movies…"
Sondra frowned. "I don't think it's nice."
"Just a few minutes more. Just let me how you how good it can be. I can make you feel so wonderful, darling. You're missing so much." Jonni reclaimed the girl's crotch. She lipped a nipple and suckled adroitly. Her finger entered the warm, wet vulva and again found the girl's well-developed, unawakened clitoris.
It took more than ten minutes of gentle stroking to bring the girl to her first orgasm.
Her first! Jonni was enthralled and tremendously excited. She wished she could get Sondra to rub her clitoris in turn, but knew the girl would refuse.
Sondra crossed her arms over her chest under her big, swollen breasts and hugged herself, seeking security and reassurance in herself as the strong sensations boiled through her body.
She was panting, flushed, writhing, her legs wide, stretching her panties which were bunched at the top of her thighs.
Her large brown eyes were wide and frightened. She sought Jonni's gaze constantly.
Jonni smiled and kissed the girl lovingly, briefly, and licked the puffed nipples, and finger-tipped the clitoris in a soup of the girl's newly flowing secretions. "Doesn't it feel so very good? Doesn't it?"
Sondra could only nod and gasp and writhe against Jonni's hand.
Her peak brought short, agonized, panting cries from her open mouth. She shook as if with a fever, then calmed surprisingly fast.
Jonni took her finger from the hardened clitoris and roamed her hand over the lax body. She lightly kissed the damp, sweaty skin here and there. She asked, "Wasn't that nice, darling? Aren't you glad I showed you how good your body can feel?"
"Yes."
"Would you like a big dish of special ice cream for dinner tonight?"
"Yes." Sondra smiled.
"And would you like me to make you feel good like this again?"
"I guess so. All right."
"I know even better ways to make you feel good. You'll feel what you just felt again and again! You'll love it." Jonni continued caressing Sondra… the girl's breasts, always those magnificently formed half-globes, the flat belly, the thinly kinky-haired mound – a brief touch of fingers at the wet vulva between still-open legs – the slide of a palm over the rounded, yet immature hips.
Jonni patted Sondra's stomach. "Get dressed now and better start your homework. We'll have fun like this again. Lots of fun."
"You don't want Mom to know, do you?"
"No."
"I don't either. She'd get mad."
That was the first seduction. Jonni had a plan of escalation. Next time she would go down on the girl and eat that lovely, seductive brown pussy. That big, virginal clitoris was just waiting for her mouth. Oh, how Sondra would squirm! How the girl would come and come!
Jonni's opportunity came two weeks later when May had the opportunity to make some money baby-sitting.
Sondra was nervous after supper. She knew why Jonni was looking at her a certain way.
After May left for the baby-sitting job, Jonni asked Sondra, "Want to take a shower with me?"
"I guess so," Sondra suddenly smiled widely.
Jonni saw the way opening up for her. The child was eager and willing now. Jonni said, "Let's get undressed, then."
In the small, circular, shower-curtained enclosure, standing face to face in the old tub as the hot water half dribbled, half sprayed down on them, each wearing a shower cap, Jonni, the white woman, and Sondra, the eleven-year-old Negro girl, grinned at each other.
Sondra said, inspecting Jonni's solid, hippy body, "You're not very pretty without clothes on." She touched Jonni's soft, shallow breasts. "I've got nicer ones than you."
"Of course you do. You're a beautiful young lady." Jonni soaped her hands and lathered the girl's jutting, rounded breasts. Her hands slid in circular foundlings on the film of wetness and soap. The nipples surged awake.
Sondra admitted, smiling, "I like that. It makes them feel funny inside – sort of warm and glowy."
"I'm going to make you feel warm and glowy all over… inside… especially in there." Jonni slid one hand down Sondra's firm, shapely young body to the hollow of her loins.
"Do you want me to do you the same way?"
"No, darling. Not this time." Jonni enjoyed the deliciously smooth, slick feel of the lovely breasts under her hands.
Jonni lathered and washed and rinsed all of Sondra's body, including the girl's pussy as hot water rivuleted down toward the natural between-thighs canyon and streamed off the tiny beard of pubic hair.
Jonni worked a soapy finger into the girl, and cupped water to wash the pussy lips clear inside. She impulsively leaned forward and kissed the inside of a brown thigh. She rubbed her cheek against the lightly fuzzed delta. Her hands caressed the firm, rounded buttocks.
Jonni dried Sondra with dainty, endless pattings of a big, thick, white towel. She kissed the warm clean damp flesh as she dabbed it dry.
Sondra then awkwardly rubbed Jonni dry.
They went into the bedroom. Sondra became nervous again. She was aroused, but this was where Jonni fucked her mother with those awfully big rubber things.
Sondra was reassured when Jonni settled onto the bed with her, naked, and didn't go to that certain drawer.
Jonni had taken a can of scented body powder with her from the bathroom. She sprinkled the giggling girl and smoothed the perfumed powder into the girl's velvety skin.
She let Sondra do the same for her. They had plenty of time.
Then Jonni began kissing Sondra on the mouth. They were sexy kisses, and they grew longer and more passionate. She squeezed gently the pliant buttery masses of Sondra's warm, brown breasts, and fingered the yeasty purple tips.
Her fingers slipped gently into the hollow of the young loins and grazed over the dewy lips. She aroused the girl to a squirmy, writhing anticipation.
"Aren't you ever going to finger me?"
"Something a lot nicer and better, darling."
"What?"
"Wait… you'll see." Jonni kissed lightly the throbbing artery at the base of Sondra's throat. Then the swelling, rounded slope of the girl's left breast. Her hands enclosed the large, fat bowl of flesh and squeezed it to a higher, exaggerated cone, with the nipple a turgid, dusky red marsh-mallow at the top.
Jonni sighed and took the nipple into her mouth. She nibbled it with exquisite gentleness.
"Ohh…" Sondra arched her back and pressed the mass of her breast against Jonni's face. "It feels like… like little bees in my boobies." She giggled with delight.
Jonni suckled enthusiastically, while continuing to caress and fondle both luscious breasts.
Sondra's hands came to Jonni's back and neck for the first time, touching and hugging in appreciation and arousal.
Jonni spent long minutes reveling with the girl's ripe breasts and nipples… sucking, nipping, licking, squeezing.
Sondra was flushed, her electric brown eyes sparkling with excitement and need. She was twisting and turning under Jonni's hands and kisses. She whispered, "Do me like before, Jonni. I want to feel that way again."
"You will, darling. Soon. It'll be even better."
Jonni regretfully abandoned the sweet, full breasts and kissed lightly, tantalizingly down the child's body… to the deeply indented belly button which she licked and delved into and which caused Sondra to laugh and say, "It tickles!"
And then Jonni's lips were skirting the edge of the thin nap of pubic hair, and Jonni shifted down on the bed and eased herself between Sondra's shapely legs.
Sondra lifted her head and asked, "Why are you like that?" But there was a tone, an inflection, that told Jonni that Sondra knew. Overdeveloped eleven-year-old girls knew just about everything. She knew about dykes and what women did with women in bed.
Sondra was pretending ignorance.
Jonni said, "I'm going to kiss you a very special way that I know you'll like very much."
Sondra smiled an odd little, smile, at once willing, frightened, curious. She whispered faintly, "Okay."
Sondra braced herself on her elbows and watched as Jonni delicately kissed the insides of her thighs and gently urged Sondra to open them wider and wider.
Finally Jonni murmured, "Raise your knees, darling."
Sondra obeyed.
Jonni kissed a path up each inner surface toward the pussy lips which lured her. Those lips were puffed with desire, glistening with secretions, deeply flushed with blood, pouting.
Jonni was trembling. Her hands shook when they left Sondra's body for brief seconds. She kissed feather light in smaller and smaller circles, around the waiting vulva.
Jonni detected a faint trembling in Sondra, too. She could not resist her lust-to-give, her need to be wanted and to hear and feel a strong sexual response.
Jonni gave a small moaning cry and pressed her open, wet, hot mouth to the girl's waiting slit. Her tongue stabbed between the lips and instantly found the large, swollen clitoris.
Sondra's loins jumped and the girl inhaled sharply.
Jonni moaned with delight and lavished her tongue on the extremely sensitive nub. She tasted the girl's juices and loved them. She kissed and tongued in a frenzy of lust. She lashed the enlarged clitoris with her fluttering tongue, she licked deep into the vulva, into the vaginal entrance and tasted the slightly different juices there, and pressed her tongue against the girl's thin hymen and found, with her tongue tip, a small opening in the guarding curtain of tissue. She shivered and licked upward to the waiting, throbbing clitoris again, and generated in Sondra a gathering, powerful climax.
Sondra had fallen back on the bed. She was panting, her big breasts rising and falling quickly, pushed together as her arms again crossed over her stomach, holding herself tightly. Her thighs closed on Jonni's head in a soft-firm vise of warm, spasming muscles. Her belly tightened. She moaned roughly in her throat, then dissolved into fast, panting cries of ecstasy. Her vulva writhed and jumped against Jonni's clinging, insatiable mouth.
Jonni was in a heaven of her own. She had captured this lovely, lush child! She had shown Sondra the keen, special pleasure, the overwhelming pleasure, that a woman could give another. The next step was to prove to the child that she need never require a man, that a woman equipped with an imitation man's organ was a better lover in every way.
Women didn't need a man for anything!
Jonni kept her tongue moving on Sondra's clitoris until the girl's loosening, relaxing muscles told her the orgasm had run its course. The girl's thighs softened and fell open.
But now to show Sondra the wonderful world of another orgasm, and then another, and another. Each woman reacted differently, each had a different capacity. Jonni kept licking the inner folds of the still-tumescent vulva.
Sondra said softly, lovingly, "That was better, a whole lot stronger than the other way."
Jonni lifted her mouth free. "Do you want it to happen again?"
"Can I?"
"Only one way to find out…" Jonni began tonguing into the dripping vulva. The girl's clitoris quickly regained the special vibrant feel to Jonni's tongue that meant an orgasm was on the way.
Jonni shivered with her own kind of sexual joy and flicked her tongue in a double-speed flutter that sent Sondra into a second paroxysm of intense rapture.
A moment later Sondra whispered hesitantly, greedily, "Will you do it some more?"
"Of course, darling. As many times as you want."
The next half hour was a period of revelation for Sondra. She was enthralled with the intensity of her climaxes and the rapidity with which they came to her.
The more pleasure Sondra experienced, the more she wanted. And the more she came to like Jonni as the magical giver of this multiplied pleasure.
At the end, Jonni said, "We'd better quit now, darling. May might be home any time now."
Sondra said, "Ummm… no wonder Mom loves you. Can we do it again sometime?"
She was begging for it now! Jonni's eyes glistened with triumph and satisfaction. "Of course. The first chance we have. But don't tell May I've been making love to you. She wouldn't understand. She'd be mad and jealous."
Sondra nodded quickly, conspiratorially. She went for her clothes.
And May did not suspect. Both Jonni and Sondra acted as if nothing had happened.
They waited, each eagerly, as the days passed.
When May went to the store once, Sondra came to Jonni's face expectant. "Do me now."
"She'll only be gone a few minutes."
"That's long enough for once." Sondra pulled down her panties and lay back on the sofa. Her legs opened enticingly. Her vulva was visibly wet. "Can't you just lick me like this? We could hear Mom on the steps coming up."
Jonni smiled. "You like it a lot."
"Sure. Come do me, Jonni!"
"Once." Jonni sank to her knees before the open thighs and eagerly applied her mouth and tongue to the child's already juicy slit.
"Ummm…" Sondra greedily pressed Jonni's head tighter.
Sondra managed two quick, panting orgasms within five minutes. After that she began to worship Jonni with her eyes, Sondra began to try to maneuver her mother out of the apartment and to be home whenever May had to leave.
Sondra whispered to Jonni, "I get wet in my panties in school just from thinking about you licking me."
Then one night May got another baby-sitting job. Sondra bubbled with happiness and anticipation during supper before her mother left.
Jonni smiled secretly. This was the night. There were butterflies in her stomach. She was absent-minded as she drove May to the baby-sitting job. May was to call when the couple came home and Jonni would pick her up. It would be around midnight. May was happy to make the extra money.
When Jonni got back to the apartment she found Sondra waiting in her robe, fresh from a bath.
Sondra ran across the room and pressed herself eagerly against the older woman. "Let's start right away. I'm all clean and nice for you. I put on some of that powder." She opened her robe and showed her naked, youthful lushness. "Smell me."
Jonni pressed her face between the wonderfully full, round, out thrusting brown breasts. She rubbed the softness with her cheeks. She inhaled. "Umm – good!" She couldn't keep her hands away. She caressed the firm thighs, the hips and buttocks, the narrow waist and back.
They went into the bedroom. Sondra hopped on the bed. Jonni began to undress. Sondra waited impatiently.
Naked, Jonni went to the drawer where she kept her harness and dildoes.
Sondra said, "Hey… no, I don't want…"
"You don't know what you're missing, darling." Jonni stepped into the wide, connected elastic belts and fastened them.
"I don't want you fucking me like you fuck Mom with any of those things."
"You didn't want me to finger you off at first, either; and you didn't want me to go down on you, either, at first, and now you can't get enough of it."
"I know, but…"
"Why do you think May loves me to fuck her so much? You hear her. You hear her almost every night. She's crazy for fucking. She likes it better than my going down on her."
"It'll hurt me. I'm not broken."
"I know, darling, but I'll be very careful and it'll hurt only a teeny bit in the beginning. After that, it'll feel better and better, nicer and nicer and stronger and stronger until you'll just scream for me to keep it up, like May does." Jonni felt herself trembling. Her voice trembled. "You'll love having me fuck you. You'll love it. You'll find out I'm better than any man. I can fuck for hours if I want. I can be as big as you want."
Sondra was doubtful. "I only want you to use your tongue like before."
"I will. I'll go down on you now, and give you orgasms. But then I'll show you how very, very good fucking can be." Jonni went to the bed without a dildoe attached to her triangular loin-mount. She palmed a half-used tube of sterile lubricant. She placed it unobtrusively on the bedside table as she kissed Sondra reassuringly.
Sondra took longer than usual to arouse. She was plainly apprehensive.
Jonni enjoyed the challenge. She worked on the girl leisurely – stroking, fondling, licking, sucking nipples, gently fingering the child's large clitoris, slowly awakening the glands, gradually building Sondra's passion.
Jonni swooped down to the girl's open, waiting loins and speared her agile tongue into the wet, warm, tangy vulva.
Sondra responded with a sigh and a swift undulation. Her velvety thighs clamped reflexively on Jonni's head. Jonni brought the girl along to a shuddering, panting climax.
Sondra was sighing a moment later, but sparkling-eyed, her hands playing in Jonni's hair as the woman lay resting her head on Sondra's belly. Sondra said, "More, please."
"Once more." Jonni lowered her mouth to the flushed, pouting pussy lips. She delved inward with her tongue to the inner gateway to the vagina. She tasted the acidy juices there, and teased her tongue against the slightly ruptured hymen.
Soon… Jonni promised herself… soon she would be rifling this sweet girl's channel, sending long, thick inches up into the virginal belly. She wanted to get this second orgasm over with quickly so she could fuck! She would make Sondra love her dildoes. She would spend long, ecstatic hours driving her stiff cocks into the wildly appreciative child. That was Jonni's dream.
She pressed her moving tongue up into the groove to the clitoris. She glided her tongue over that firm bump of nerve endings in long, effective, lapping strokes.
Soon Sondra began to move restlessly, passionately. She began to moan softly. Her lips lifted to follow Jonni's long, up-licking tongue.
Jonni gripped the girl's flexing buttocks and gave her tongue in lavish, swift, flutterings. She pressed her mouth tight to Sondra's vulva lips and worked the lips open until she could enclose the vibrant little nut-sized clitoris between her lips and suck it in tight and lash it with her tongue.
Sondra seemed to go crazy. She keened and thrashed and spasmed continuously for endless minutes.
When Jonni stopped, the girl was in a state of dull-eyed, melting, nervous depletion.
Jonni slipped off the bed while Sondra lay breathing deeply, sighing, eyes closed.
Jonni stood beside her open drawer and looked down at her collection. The massively thick six-incher? The thin eight-incher? The double-dildoe? The ten-incher? The seven-inch vibrator-dildoe? The nine-incher with all the rubber studs and ridges?
Jonni chose the relatively thin eight-inch model. It was smooth, with a small, heart-shaped head. It would be best.
She pressed it onto the two-inch post that projected from the curving, triangular plastic-and-foam-padded base that was positioned over her mound and held in place by the wide elastic straps that circled her hips and went through her crotch and up between the cheeks of her buttocks.
Jonni returned to the bed. The dildoe hung out and down, a very large, rubberized plastic cock in perpetual erection.
She sat on the edge of the bed and squeezed some of the lubricant onto the shaft. She spread the slippery jell lovingly over the long length.
When she turned to Sondra she found the child staring at the artificial cock with open-mouthed fear.
"It's too big!"
"Don't be afraid, darling. I won't even try to put it all in you. It just looks big. And May loves this one. It's not to big for her. You just don't realize how big you are inside. Most girls don't. A woman can take an awful lot when she is all hot and bothered. And I, know it feels wonderful to have a lot of something like this going in and out slow and easy while you're being kissed and loved."
"It'll tear me open. I'll bleed!"
"No, no… I'll be very careful and gentle. You'll see." Jonni kissed Sondra. Jonni turned her hips toward the girl and the slick rubber cock flopped against the girl's brown thigh. Sondra trembled momentarily.
Jonni whispered reassurances between kisses, and stroked the girl's ripe body, and gradually worked up Sondra to a high point of arousal.
Sondra lay open-legged as Jonni fingered her. She was breathing fast. Her breasts were like brown flesh balloons.
Jonni pressed a finger into the opening in Sondra's hymen. Sondra's hips flinched. But Jonni pushed the finger all the way in. She slowly fingerfucked the child.
Sondra said, "It feels… funny."
Jonni tried to widen the hole.
"Hurts!"
"It has to, a little, darling. I have to open your hymen a little more."
"I don't want to do it. I don't want you to fuck me." Tears came to Sondra's large, expressive brown eyes, turning them liquid.
"Don't be a little crybaby. It only hurts a little bit. It has to happen sooner or later. Wouldn't you rather I did it gently and tenderly, instead of some rough, brutish man who didn't care about anything but his own lust? They only want to stick their cocks into you and root around and shoot their messy stuff in you and then they don't care about you."
"I like boys."
"See how much you like them when they try to rape you." Jonni stretched the hymen a little more. She noticed a film of blood on her finger. It wasn't much. She stopped fingerfucking and kissed Sondra. "I'm going to be down on you now and get you really hot, darling. You'll be so hot you'll want to be fucked."
Seconds later Jonni was licking up a few drops of red-tinged juices as she tongued the eager clitoris.
It took longer than she expected to bring Sondra up to the level of sexual abandon she wished. Sondra was truly afraid of being penetrated by the long dildoe.
Finally, though, Sondra was squirming under Jonni's mouth and hands, moaning, on the edge of coming again.
Jonni stopped tonguing the girl and reached for the lubricant to apply a fresh coat to the dildoe. She rubbed some of the slippery, melting jell into Sondra's vulva, already naturally lubricated. The vaginal entrance was drippy with secretions.
Sondra tried to close her thighs but couldn't. She whimpered. "Don't."
But Jonni was in position. The narrow, rounded head of the artificial cock was nudging the greased lips of Sondra's brown vulva.
Jonni leaned over the girl on elbows and knees and with one hand directed the head between the lips. She whispered promises: "It'll feel so good in a minute, darling. You'll love having me in you."
She lodged the head against the inner mouth. She kissed Sondra passionately and pushed.
Sondra screamed in her throat and tore her mouth free. She tried to squirm away from the impalement. The dildoe was partway in her! It hurt! It was so big in her!
"The worst is over, darling. The pain will go away in a minute."
Jonni was tremendously aroused. It seemed to her she could feel the inside of the virginal cunt – that the dildoe was a part of her, alive, sensitive. A kind of madness seized her, a dizzying lust to fill the girl, to plunge her manhood deep, oh so deep, into the never-before fucked vagina, to make the girl her slave this way, too! To be a superman to the girl, to keep her forever, to make the little, full-bodied child forever dissatisfied with anything less in skill and endurance and pleasure than her.
And so, in her lust and in her dream, in her lesbian need, Jonni forced more and more of the long dildoe into the bleeding, howling child.
"Be quiet, darling. It doesn't hurt that much!"
She drew the dildoe out a bit and thrust deeper. She pressed a palm over the girl's mouth to muffle the raw shrieks.
Sondra screamed and twisted. She clawed to be free, to make Jonni stop.
Jonni gritted angrily, "Stop it! This has to happen first, don't you understand? A little pain is good for you!" And Jonni drove in and out, in and out… thrusting ever deeper against the soft, yielding depths, knowing by body feel and position that six inches of the dildoe was in the girl now… and now seven… and now…
Sondra's voice was hoarse from crying, sobbing, from screaming into the hand that cupped over her mouth. Her belly was a shredded ache, as if shards of glass were in her. A terrible club was beating in and out of her through that awful glass.
"You're a big girl now; you don't have to cry like a baby!" Jonni felt the first slap of her dildoe's base against Sondra's pussy. Her mind blazed with triumph and delight. Eight inches! Eight solid, long inches were sinking into the dear child's cunt!
Jonni whispered, "Now you'll start to feel good, darling. Feel it? Fell it?" There was a curving, rounded hump on the base designed to contact the recipient's clitoris upon full penetration.
Jonni thumped fast and hard, confident, sure…
But Sondra continued to sob and struggle as the minutes passed. And there was an odd, wet, sloppy sound to fucking.
Jonni peered under – between their bodies – and stopped dead in mind-numbing shock.
Blood! So much blood! A large area of blanket was sopping wet under Sondra's thighs and buttocks.
Jonni pulled out. The dildoe was shiny wet with bright red blood. Blood dripped from Sondra's gaping, smeared vulva.
Sondra curled up into a ball.
Jonni was shocked into sanity. She hastily flung the pulled down bedspread over the stain. She stripped off the dildoe and harness. She put them away and shut the drawer. She got Sondra off the bed and into the bathroom. She ministered to the girl, again soothing, promising never to do it again, pleading to the girl not to tell May.
Sondra stopped bleeding soon thereafter. She could hardly walk. But she dressed, put on her coat, demanded all Jonni's cash, and walked painfully out of the apartment.
Jonni threw out the incriminating blanket and slightly blood-spotted top sheet. She told May later she had accidentally spilled shoe polish on them. She bought new ones.
She told May Sondra had been gone when she had gotten back from delivering May to her babysitting job.
To Jonni's relief, Sondra never came back. May reported her daughter missing after three days. She never suspected the truth.
This is the single case of a sequence of events where, although the young girl cooperated in her seduction, she objected to the forcible penetration by a dildoe. Jonni would have to be called a psychopathic personality. Like many lesbian psychopaths, she refuses to see a therapist. The prognosis in her case would appear not to be encouraging.