Slowly and carefully I rolled her over beneath me, never endangering the exquisite penetration which my stiff dickey held within her tiny sheath, and soon we were stretched out on the bed in the conventional position for such activities. Below me there, she looked even tinier than ever, her little face looking up adoringly at me, her bare unformed chest heaving with her labored breathing, and her firm little thighs sticking up brave around my massive hips.
As I began my driving exercise up and down on her little pelvis, trying not to be too rough for the child, I saw that she was entering into the act passionately, pounding her little hips up and down in a spirited counterpoint to my strokings. Her legs were pulled so far up to give full exposure of her pussy to my cock, that I could still see the tight stretching chubby lips of her infantile vulva as they spread out to enclose my piercing shaft as it pistoned in and out of her hole.
In a half-whisper that was as much to herself as it was to me, she murmured and crooned and whispered and let her words and her feelings pour softly out between us. “Oooh this is wonderful. This is the best one I've ever done. It's so much nicer when he wants to be nice and gentle with me. And I like it when he let's me be nice and loving with him. And I'm so glad when he doesn't try to hurry and shoot his stuff in me, but plays out my nice long wonderful games so we can enjoy and love each other. And I've had this wonderful feeling for so long with him and it's still lasting. I'm still too little to have a real 'come' or orgasm like they say big girls do, but all this sure feels so very very nice and warm and loving and I want to keep it feeling like this as long as possible and never let it go until I can be all sure of being loved and ready to do it over again.”
Under the exquisite stimulation of my cock stroking within the hot tight walls of her tiny vagina, and the sensual outpourings of her charming little soul in her words, I felt myself slowly but surely approaching my own orgasm. I could not have held it back much more under any conditions, but now there seemed no necessity to even try, so I allowed Nature to take its classic course while enjoying every delectable second of the experience.
As I pounded gently but firmly in and out of the child beneath me, getting wholly superlative thrills but trying not to intimidate or hurt her in any way, I was well aware of the fact that she was also making a major contribution to the action which supplied our thrills. Her little hips and pelvis were bouncing and heaving with all the abandon of an experienced adult in the throes of sensual love, and the very incongruity of the situation made it more exciting and stimulating and piquant to me, adding zest and tang to a setup which already overstepped the bizarre.
Just as I felt the dams break and my semen burst forth into her in a cascade of sensual devotion, her tiny arms came up around my neck, dragging her body up close against mine until I dropped gently on top of her against the bed. Surge after surge of gism spouted into her little hole, and I could feel the lessening of the friction as the mucous mass provided additional lubrication between us.
When my final spasm had shot the last of my discharge down her welcoming canal, I started to roll off her, so as not to burden her with my weight while we clung together, recovering from our mutual trip to heaven. As I rolled, she held fast, and once again we were as we had been ages ago, with me on my back, and the superb little nymph lying atop me, bodies clasped close, and her little pussy still lovingly around my softening dickey, as though we were destined to stay thus intimately enwrapped in each other till the end of time.
Slowly the tempo of our impassioned breathing slowed and we could feel our hearts slowing to a cuddly loving thump of mutual acceptance and affection only mildly tinged with the searing fleshly demands of a while before. Again I leaned down and softly kissed those full red lips in that serious affectionate face, giving her final reassurance that her demonstration of love, bizarre though it was, had been and would continue to be a most soul- stirring and rewarding experience for me.
I know that I must have dozed off for a while. Maybe we both did, but when I coasted back to awareness of my surroundings, little Jeannie was still lying warmly and cosily on top of me, her chubby little thighs clasping my limp dickey which had slipped out of her pussy. As I stirred, she looked up at me and whispered confidentially, as though slightly-ashamed, “It must be getting pretty close to my bedtime. That's one big trouble of being a little girl. I have to go to bed early so I can get up and be wide awake in school tomorrow. The fifth grade is hard if you don't get enough sleep. I love living here at The Club but it is sort of hard being the only person in the whole place who has to go to bed early.”
I patted her and consoled her for this restriction which was necessary for her health and safety. And then I began wondering when I would be seeing this wholly delightful little nymph again. She had worked her way right into my heart, changing all my preconceived ideas about how sex should be with little children, but what good was that for me if she was going to drop right out of my life again.
“I know that I have to leave you soon, now, Jeannie.” I told her lovingly. “But I'd like to see you again very soon. I don't mean just for these wonderful games we have played. I mean maybe we could go out to a matinee or have a soda some afternoon when you finish school. I think I could get it approved by your guardians here at The Club, all right. Would you like that?”
“That would be swell, George,” she answered gaily. “And I want to get together with you again real soon for some more of our sex-fun. You are so gentle and nice, that it's more fun with you than with anyone else I know. I just hope that you like me pretty well too, even though you can't get real rough with me the way you did with Susie last week.”
I reassured her of my devotion and we arranged that I should phone her in a day or so about getting together for some mild occasion on the outside at her convenience. I was sure that she and my patron, John Murphy, could get me approved as her escort to the movies, especially since I had already been approved as her partner in some of the most violent and perverse mutually satisfactory sex ever imagined.
Since I was not yet a full-fledged member of The Club, and as a guest could only attend once a week, I did not expect to enter those premises again for at least seven days. You can imagine my pleased surprise a few days later when my phone rang at the office and my secretary announced that my little niece, Jeannie wanted to talk to me. I did a double take at the family relationship which Jeannie had established, making me her uncle, but greeted her warmly on the phone. She sounded pleased and friendly, and asked if I would take her for a soda when I left my office after work, as she had some news to tell me. Of course I accepted and we met at a nice drugstore nearby.
In her school clothes, with her books, eating and drinking at the soda fountain, she certainly was a great contrast to the wildly passionate naked little female who had been my uninhibited bed-companion only a few days before. Her news was that The Club was having one of its rare shows the following night, and she had prevailed upon the proper authorities to let her invite me as her guest to witness the fantastically bizarre spectacle which was going to be presented for the entertainment and instruction of the members.
Of course I was delighted to accept, and even more so since it showed that I was liked by the other members and by the darling little nymph, Jeannie, who had forged herself such a firm place in my heart after our first meeting. With a charming show of embarrassment, the child confessed that the coming show might go on all night, but that, as usual, she would be packed off to bed at a reasonable hour, for her guardians were taking no chances on ruining her superb health by late hours, even though they permitted her almost any type of sexual indulgence which she might want to try. I assured her that I would like to go as her guest, and if she missed anything really exciting or different, I would tell her about it the next time I saw her. This did not seem to please her as much as I had hoped, for she said that she hoped when she had to go to bed, I might like to go with her and spend the rest of the night with her in her big bed.
I successfully dodged this awkward issue, and arranged to meet her the evening of the special show, and then escorted her back to her home at The Club. Altogether she was the most interesting and charming girl of almost any age that I had ever encountered. I wondered what she would be like, say in ten years, when she had physically matured to a stage where her present bed-room activities would be more normal and appropriate.
Even though I was invited as Jeannie's special guest I arrived at The Club with my friend John Murphy, for I was still not a regular member and could not go there without an introducing escort of some sort. The delightful child met me in the big lounge, which, for the occasion had many more people present than I had ever seen before. There must have been nearly a hundred men assembled, talking.-smoking, having a friendly drink, — and all waiting to witness an orgy so wild that it attracted even these sexual sophisticates who would not be members unless they had tried and were willing to try almost every possible permutation and combination of biological rearrangement.
My ten-year-old Jeannie was the only female of any age visible in the crowded foyer, with the exception of Dr. Sylvia Loriano who passed through quickly, greeting friends, and saying that she had to keep an eye on things so they would run smoothly. Jeannie held my hand and introduced me to several men whom she seemed to know well
