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.”
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.”