and toy with it.
I grasped and kneaded the chubby firm cheeks of her little bottom, and held her gently by her little hips. My fingers ran lightly up and down her firm round thighs on all their satin-smooth surfaces as I teased her by sneaking up on the target we both knew I was seeking. I could feel the clean pink warmth of her crotch radiating onto my face, and my fingers softly tickled and titillated her all over and along the continuous groove of her pussy and bottom. I was sure of where we were going but I was not only teasing myself by going slowly, but I wanted to be sure not to advance too fast for her desires, uninhibited thought they seemed.
Finally I grabbed her firm little hips and slowly dragged her back over my face, pulling her mouth from around my pulsing cock, which her dainty caressing little hands still fondled lovingly. Now with superb gentleness I eased her sweet little crotch down onto my mouth, and my tongue reached delicately out to touch the firm slit of her pussy. She gave a slight sigh of satisfaction and wriggled slightly to establish the most satisfying contact. Up and down along her gaping pink groove I wafted my hot wet tongue, and soon she was sighing and crooning softly to herself at the delightful thrills I was providing for her. But she did not neglect her duties to me, and her hands were always lovingly busy even when she did not ease forward in her position to suck and tongue the end of my dickey.
After many minutes of this wonderful mutual stimulation, she eased her pussy up off my face and looked down at me between her spread thighs, a charming and pleased smile on her expressive and sensuous features. “This is lots of fun, isn't it, George?” She crooned in a voice that was half sleep sensuality and half rousing excitement. “And you do it so nicely and so gently. Sometimes I have to tell the men to take it easy, especially at first. They want to play too rough and start off doing things too hard and fast. I hope you like the way I'm playing with your big hard dickey.”
I assured her she was doing fine, and asked what she wanted to do next, if she had had enough of this '69' act. Her hot little pussy was still weaving and slowly bouncing over my face while she contemplated my question, and I kept amusing it by sticking the tip of my tongue up into her slot, and allowing her to work herself around on it. Now she lightly jumped off my supine body and helped me sit up beside her on the bed. Her face was alive and flushed with excitement and pleasure, and she was so vivacious and on edge that I felt almost as much thrill from what I had done for her as from what she had done to stimulate me.
“Now I'm ready to try the real thing,” she told me, bouncing with anticipated pleasure and expectation. “I know lots of ways to do it, but because I'm so small all over, including my pussy-hole, I like to start off in one special way. After we get going and my pussy-hole gets used to having your big dickey in it, then we can try anything you like in the way of positions. I think I like them all after I get off to a good start my way. Come on. Let's get going. You licked my pussy so well that I'm all wiggly and itchy and hot all over. I want to feel your big hard dickey way up inside my tight little hole, stretching me and making me feel so big and good and happy.”
Under her excited and free-flowing directions, I sat on the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor. She sat down on my lap, her knees on the bed on each side of my hips. She was so tiny that she actually was sitting on my lap, facing me, but it resulted in bringing her hot pink little pussy right over the erect end of my cock, just where we both wanted it. At her suggestion, I held still and allowed her to make the adjusting movements, a job at which she seemed enthusiastic and expert. She squirmed and wiggled and bounced a-round for a few seconds, and then slowly settled down with the tip of my cock pressing up against her hot little slit. Because she was so young and undeveloped, my stimulation of her little pussy had not produced much of any lubricating cunt-juice, and getting my tool into her tight little hole was going to be a problem on which we would both have to work patiently if she were not to be hurt by the penetration. In this position she would be able to control our relative motions and thus could get us sexually coupled without any pain to herself.
Slowly, and with a continual grinding and wriggling of her whole little bottom, she allowed herself to press down onto my rigid peg. I could feel the increasing pressure, and looking down between us, I could actually see the plump bare lips of her tiny pussy begin to spread aside to permit my relatively huge organ to enter the half-hidden hole. Since all the soft tissues down there, even in such little girls, are amazingly elastic and flexible, I knew, as did the experienced Jeannie, that if we took our time and did not try to rush things, that she would expand and stretch enough to allow my prick to be thrust deep up inside her, then it would be a mutually satisfying very tight fit of her diminutive vagina around my grown-up cock.
Her little arms were around my waist, bracing herself and guiding our joining. Her legs kept her bottom in motion, easing here, and pressing there, and always she kept forcing herself slowly further and further down upon me.
The chubby round lips around her slit were now forced well out around my cock, and if she had been a virgin, I would have been well in beyond her maidenhead. Her slow, controlled bouncing was now more than a pounding against a formidable barrier, and on each slight upstroke I could feel that I was really within her tight hot tube, for the wonderfully snug walls were frictioning my prick and sending ecstatic sensations through me with even only this limited motion which she was providing. I kept glancing down between our closing bodies, and got an extra thrill out of being able to see every detail, since there was no pubic hair on her pussy to hide the visual excitement of seeing what we were accomplishing. Jeannie looked down often, too, and seemed to get as much of a kick as I did out of watching our divine progress in this bizarre performance.
After what seemed like an age of this preparatory and superbly pleasant activity, we gained our objective of full insertion for my long thick hard dickey within her hungry hole. A smile of satisfaction lit up both our faces and she leaned forward and up to kiss me sweetly on the lips. “Thanks for not hurrying me, George,” she whispered in a childish voice that was tense with passion. “Now we're all set, and I want to do anything you want. It's just that I have found that I have to start slowly or it hurts me terribly and then I can't do anything and don't enjoy it at all. Now just lie back on the bed and let me show you what I can do for both of us.”
I relaxed back onto the softly firm surface of her huge bed, and she leaned forward over me, her legs still bent up beside me, and her hot little hands pressing down on my heaving chest. With a power that surprised me for a child so small in such a position, she began to pump her hot tight little pelvis up and down on my raging cock. Each stroke was a delight of sensation for me, for she was exquisitely tight, and did not have too much lubrication, which would have smoother but less sensual thrills for me. Her excited eyes were fixed on mine as she tried to guess from my expressions which of her actions pleased me most.
After a few moments of this, I felt my passion rising to dangerous heights, and I grabbed her to slow her down. This was much too delightful and rewarding a feeling to have it cut off so soon by a premature explosion on my part.
She must have understood my problem, for she said, “Please don't go off yet, George. Try to make it last a lot longer if you can. I know it feels wonderful for you when you shoot your stuff into me, but then the party will be over for both of us for a while, and I don't want to stop yet.” She straightened her little legs out downward, and lay full length on top of me, all the time wiggling her terrific little pussy around on my captive cock, but not pumping or stroking it the way she had been. This continued to thrill me wonderfully, but gradually my pressure lowered till I was no longer in imminent danger of ejaculating and bringing our party to a precipitous ending.
Under this less superb stimulation, I was grunting and smiling and almost wallowing in sensuous thrills, and my hands kept running caressingly all over her superb little body. I clasped her cute little head in my fingers, and by leaning way forward I could kiss her hot sensuous lips, and feel her sharp tongue flick against mine as we exchanged these divine thrills. Her thick dark page-boy hair-do swung forward over my face and I was almost buried within its heavy dark curtain of femininity. My hands trickled down her little backed and cupped the small firm hemispheres of her buttocks, squeezing and kneading and fondling them to give the sensation of holding and being held thus intimately to both of us. Then my finger traced eerie patterns down the backs of her taut little thighs and returned between those lovely plump columns till I could feel the actual stretched area between her legs where my huge pole penetrated and spread the pouting lips of her cunny.
Little girls have no waistline, in the sense that grown women do, for there is no real contrast in size between their chest measurements, their waist size, and the distance a-round their cute little fannies But when little Jeannie felt my hands tickling up the sides of her ribs, she arched herself forward, and my fingers went in under her round tummy and felt and stimulated this heated area between us.
She smiled ecstatically down at me and her whole face and body seemed alight with an inner radiance of love and acceptance for what we were experiencing together. In a voice that sounded surprisingly deep and mature, due to the emotional strains she was enjoying, Jeannie said, “if you want to, we can roll over now and do it the regular way with you on top of me. I think you'll like it that way and I will too, now that we are all set together.”
