My heart thumped against my ribcage as I lifted her onto my lap. I
continued to kiss, her, as I had been doing for the last few minutes,
my hands roving over her sides and back, occasionally coming forwards
to cup the barely-formed mounds of her nascent breasts. She wore a very
short denim skirt which rode up to her waist, with her legs spread wide
around mine. The crotch of her pink-trimmed white cotton panties rubbed
obscenely against the obvious bulge of my tumescent shaft as she rocked
her hips back and forth, grinding her immature clitoris into me in a
frenzy of sexual excitement.
I continued to rub my hands up and down, lifting her top bit by bit.
She understood what I intended and pulled away from the kiss for a
moment, stretching her arms high over her head, allowing me to pull the
t-shirt over her head. Her hair cascaded forward over her face, and as
she pushed it back behind her ears I took the chance to run my thumbs
over the sharp nubbins of her tiny nipples, causing her to sharply draw
in her breath and shiver.
She wasn't happy being the only one topless, though, and pulled at the
hem of my t-shirt. Rather than wasting time letting her work it over my
head, I pulled it off myself, and revelled in the feel of her skin
against mine as she fell forward into me. Her lips locked onto my neck,
and she went back to the rhythmic grinding of her crotch against mine.
I had a clear view of her spine down to the point where it plunged into
her skirt, a dent apparent as her lower back turned into the top of her
buttocks. I ran my fingers slowly down her spine, and then let one rest
in the cleft.
It was hot and sweaty, a sign of her arousal, and I pushed the finger
lower, teasing her crack. It was clearly something she enjoyed as it
bought about a gasp and a sudden, very hard thrust against me. I
continued to work my finger up and down in the cleft, feeling it
slicked with sweat as her excitement grew. I pulled my hand free and
used both hands to grab her hips and pull her against me. My dick was
so hard that the tip, sheathed in my foreskin, poked above the
waistband of my trousers, and I wanted to feel the hot flesh at the
junction of her legs rubbing against the exposed tip. Reaching down, I
pulled the hem of her panties aside, and at the same time pushed myself
lower, until the exposed tip of my penis dipped inside her panties and
touched the hot, damp flesh of her vulva.
Her attention was drawn away from my neck to the new sensation she was
feeling between her legs, and as she looked down she gasped at the
sight of my tip, sticky with precum, leaving slimy little trails along
her labia. Immediately she stopped and jumped up, and my heart dropped
as I thought I'd gone too far. Instead of ending things, though, she
pushed her skirt and panties to the floor, and stepped right out of
them, leaving herself entirely naked except for a pair of socks. I
gaped in awe at the sight of her, her undeveloped body a sublime
construction in soft, pale flesh, her sex standing out starkly as a
crimson gash at the heart of her being.
She wanted me naked, too, and went to work on freeing my raging shaft
from the confines of my trousers. Within a matter of seconds her little
fist was wrapped around the meat of my shaft. I'm not particularly
blessed in that department, but she had little hands, and it was
incredibly erotic to see her fingers wrapped around me, smearing my
precum all over the shaft. Even more of a turn-on was the naughty
little giggle she gave me when she looked up.
What followed was a thing of wonder. With great care, she stretched her
lips wide and slowly sat down on the underside of my dick. The
resulting suction was like a kiss from the hottest, softest lips I had
ever felt, and as she rocked her hips back and forth more and more
frantically, the feelings just got better and better. Each thrust was
longer than the last, until she ended up catching the head of my dick
with the hood formed at the join of her inner lips. She slowed
immediately, and raised up as she pulled back, lifting my dick to
vertical.
She played with it there for a moment, rocking her hips, feeling the
trapped tip rubbing back and forth over her most sensitive parts. With
another of what was becoming her trademark naughty grins, she reached
down between us and grabbed me. I thought it might have been to rub
harder against herself, but instead she pushed the head back until it
lodged in the incredible heat of the entrance of her hole.
With the small weight she put on me, I could feel the tight ring of
muscle stretching around the head of my dick. She had the cutest look
of concentration on her face, her little pink tongue sticking out of
the corner of her mouth, eyebrows scrunched together as she forced
herself down upon me. The view was utterly obscene, the bulge of my
head forcing apart her lips, my man-sized tool utterly out of scale
with her immature, smooth sex. But she was flexible enough to force a
good three inches or so inside herself before she could go no further.
She stopped and breathed out, apparently for the first time since she
had started downwards, and started to withdraw, lifting back up. I was
treated to the sight of her vagina clinging to my shaft, being turned
inside out as she pulled away, then being forced roughly the other way
as she went back down. Several repetitions later and I could feel her
loosen, and another inch slip inside.
That was definitely as far as I was going to get into her, but it
didn't matter - what I had in her was being treated to the most amazing
feeling, gripped incredibly tight in a silky-smooth, hot tunnel which
caressed in the most gentle way. I could feel the tight ring of muscle
through which I had pushed gripping my shaft, holding onto my foreskin.
I realised that it was stuck there, and it was only the movement in my
skin which allowed me to move inside her. On every down stroke, the
head of my dick pushed through my foreskin and into her, feeling the
most incredible softness on the most sensitive part of my body, whilst
at the same time pushing back with incredible pressure, as though she
was trying to force me out.
I couldn't hold out forever against the onslaught, and she grunted in
discomfort as I swelled and started pumping her full of my semen. She
was still humping up and down, and my cum was forced out of her little
hole around my shaft, making obscene squelching noises. As my shaft
softened, she couldn't carry on, and fell against me, panting. I
slipped gently out of her as I deflated, held onto until the last
second by the still-tight ring of muscle which guarded her entrance.
I sensed she hadn't cum, and as she lay on my chest I slipped my
fingers into her cleft from behind, two into her hole, another going to
her clit. I pushed in and out, lubricated by my own semen, until with a
gasp I could feel her tense up and cum, her hole grabbing almost
painfully tight against my fingers, and the leftover cum in her
squirting out over my lap as she spasmed.