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.