trouble while I'm playing the sex games with older men. There is somebody watching us all the time, just to make sure that you don't try to hurt me or anything. I know now that you wouldn't try anything bad with me, but I'm just telling you so that you won't worry about whether it's all right. If we do anything very special, they may take movies of us, but I like that, and I hope you won't mind.”
“Anything you want, Jeannie, is all right by me,” I told her, holding my hands out to take both of hers warmly. “Just let me know what you want, and I'm with you all the way.”
“Well, I think you would like to see me all bare, wouldn't you?” she asked pertly, wiggling her thin little hips and bottom in a burlesque of the sinuous movements of a grown woman trying to be seductive. “So why don't I take off my clothes now, and then afterwards I can help you get undressed. When we are both all bare naked, I'm sure we can find lots of fun-things to do with each other.”
With these direct childish words, Jeannie sat down on the chair by her dressing-table, more or less facing me, and began to take off her saddle-shoes and socks. As she spread her plump thighs to get at the laces, my eyes pierced up into the shadows beneath her little flannel skirt and I could see a streak of white panties at the top. As she tugged the shoe and sock off her little foot, there was no question that I had glimpsed the dainty covering of the cute little pussy I was soon to be playing with, for the alleged amusement of both of us. And again as the other shoe and sock came off, I caught another glimpse of the tantalizing white barrier at the top of her little thighs.
Now she stood up and with the half-clumsy, half-grace of a child, she peeled off the tight white sweater which had clasped her cylindrical, unformed chest, flipping it over her head and tossing it on the desk, with a sideways shake of her alert head to resettle her page-boy hair-do. She wore a white silk slip, decorated with fine white lace, and now she quickly unfastened the waist of her gray flannel skirt, running the zipper down the side. The garment fell at her feet, and she gaily kicked it to the desk beside her sweater.
The lower half of her dainty white slip billowed out in crisp folds, having helped support her flaring over skirt. Now she struggled to peel off this diminutive piece of underwear, but it took some doing, since it fit her very snugly around the waist and chest, and had to be tugged without grace or dignity, as all children fight their clothes.
At last it was off, and she stood revealed before me covered only by a pair of tiny white silk or nylon panties which had cute ruffles all over them, front, sides, back, and around the lower edges, giving a false effect of roundness to her hips and pelvis, in tiny imitation of a grown and developed woman. Slowly she walked over toward where I sat on the edge of the bed, and stood just within my reach. She smiled sweetly and hopefully up into my face and said, “Do you like my nice new panties? I think they're cute. And maybe you'd like to help me take them off, so I'd be all bare for you to play with.”
I reached out and put my hands around her tiny waist and drew her to me. I gently kissed her on the lips and cuddled her tiny body against me. “I'll do anything you want, Jeannie, dear. I'll be glad to make you all bare.”
While she stood close before me, snuggling up to where I sat, I put my fingers in the elastic waistband of the gleaming white frilly little briefs and tugged them down over her hips. As in all children, there was very little difference in size between her waist and her hips, so that presently the dainty tiny garment was about her ankles, and she gaily kicked it into the air toward where her other clothes had been tossed. Now she sat on my lap and earnestly asked, “Do you think I'm cute, George, now that I'm all bare?”
“I sure do, Jeannie. Even cuter, if possible, than when you had clothes on.” I told her, hugging her.
“I'm glad you think so, but I don't see why you like me like this. As compared with a grown-up woman, I'm so plain and they're so fancy. They should be much nicer for you.” She frowned as she put forth this philosophy, but then she smiled brightly up at me, asking, “Now that I'm all bare for you, would you like to look at my pussy?”
“That will be wonderful, Jennie! I'd love to look at your cute bare little pussy. I'm sure it's the cutest one in the whole world, and I want to play with it, too, in any way you want me to.”
She immediately hopped up and stood on my thighs as I was sitting on the edge of the bed. This brought her nude little crotch right before my face, and I inspected it with pleasure and rising excitement as she waved and wiggled it around, exposing every facet of its beauty for me. The firm rounded outer lips formed pink elevated ridges down each side, just inside where the crease of her thighs formed. Between these pouting fleshy rolls was the darker crevice of her slit, with almost no evidence of the thin petal-like inner lips which are so important a part of an older and more developed cunny.
Jeannie leaned way back, with my hands supporting her behind her little firm hips, and, with her legs spread I could see the odd effect which a very young girl shows of having one continuous groove running from the top of her pussy, all the way down between her chubby thighs, and continuing up the back between her pale-pink round buttocks. At the upper front end of this delightfully exposed little valley I could make out a tiny pink nubbin which I was sure was the outer tip of her little clitoris and a spot which we would both enjoy when I got around to playing with it in many exciting ways.
After I had inspected her carefully as she proudly exposed herself for my admiration, she jumped down and said, “You've seen me now, so it ought to be my turn. I'll help you get undressed, and then I want to see you all over and feel you all over. Then, if you want, we can play some really nice fun-games with sex.”
She must have had considerable previous experience with men, from the way she spoke, but even so, Jeannie was more a hindrance than a help in the matter of my getting my clothes off. And no matter who the man is, I'm sure that there is no graceful and lordly way to take off underpants. You end up teetering on one foot in an awkward pose, but finally the job is done, and you're ready to go.
By the time I was naked, I had a half-hard cock sagging limply out in front of me, and this, of course, was the child's first target. She grasped it gently and inspected it in every detail, feeling and rubbing and testing it, as though comparing me with her previous partners.
After a few seconds of this, she looked up at me and said, “I like your thing, George, and we'll have lots of fun with it. It's not too big, and it's not too small, and I'm glad you're not so awfully hairy all over the way some men are. You have just enough hair on your tummy and legs and around your thing, but not so much you look and feel like a bear or ape or something awful like that.” Then she paused as thought making a major decision, before asking, “Is it all right with you if I kiss the end of your thing now? I'd like to, and that's a good way to get started, I think.”
I assured her that her suggestion was most acceptable, and just as she puckered her lips to take in the end of my stiffening cock, she asked, “By the way, George, what are we going to call your thing. I like to call the place between my legs my pussy, but would it be all right if I call your thing your dickey? That name seems so much nicer than some of the other words for it, to me.”
I gave my permission, still dazed by the poise and eagerness and charm of my ten-year-old partner, and she immediately inserted the huge purpling end of my dickey within her mouth, feeling and tasting it with all the calm critical authority of a professional, She evidently liked what she found, for soon she was sucking and diddling the end with her hot little tongue, and I was nearly beside myself with excitement that was both emotional and physical. The idea and the sight and the sensation of having my cock eagerly and expertly sucked by this tiny exquisite doll was almost more than I could bear. And her obvious affection for me, even on such short acquaintance, and under such bizarre circumstances, made me determined to play along with her, doing what she liked and taking no chances of offending or hurting her in any way. I knew I would get my thrills, but I wanted to be sure she got hers too.
My hands were caressing and guiding her head as she ardently licked and kissed and sucked my now-rigid tool, but I was in no way forcing or commanding her. It may seem odd to say so, but this wholly perverted and lewd scene was to me beautiful and rewarding and satisfying in a way that I would never have believed possible. The thought that a tiny girl and a mature man could mean so much to each other and in such a bizarre way, was really getting me already. I pulled her mouth gently from around my throbbing cock and softly asked her, “Jeannie, this doesn't seem really fair. You are doing a wonderfully nice thing for me, but what can I do for you that would feel nice?”
Her face lit up in a winning smile and she said, “Well, George, if you'd like to, you could play with my pussy while I play with your dickey. You're pretty big to get on top of me, cause I'm so little, but maybe if I got on top of you on the bed, we could both have fun.”
After a few moments of intimate scrambling and adjustments, I was lying on my back on the big bed, and the amazing child was crouching over me in a sort of '69' position which was different because of the great difference in our sizes. She was gaily playing with my stiffly upright cock with her hands, and gently squeezing and fondling my balls, occasionally sucking and tonguing the glands of my tool with her hot little tongue and soft sucking lips. Her out-thrust bare little pelvis was above and in front of my face, right where my hands could easily get at it to caress
