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.