True, my breasts were not yet fully developed, so he was able to place his whole mouth over them while he explored my nipples with his tongue.

Releasing the one breast caused me to feel a moment of disappointment, yet as he began kissing my other and cupping the first, I was soon quietly moaning. He then reached down to my pants and began unzipping them. Scared again, I placed my hand down to stop him. He immediately stopped. This gave me the confidence in knowing that I could stop him if I needed to.

I unzipped my pants myself and he helped me to remove them. My cotton white panties were already soaked and he could see the outline of my slit through the thin material. Dave slowly rolled my panties down, exposing my pre-pubesent privates to the forest that surrounded us and to the world.

My mound is just beginning to be covered in a dark fuzz that passed for pubic hair. The innocence of my delicate tuft showed him my inexperience in the ways of life. He gently and ever so delicately, tugged my panties down past my knees and lay them atop the pants thrown to the side.

I had placed my hands over my tiny mound as if protecting myself from his gaze. Dave then did a wicked thing. He began kissing my feet. Inching his way up, just past my ankles, then to my calves, upward toward my knees. Then without regards to my hands, he slowly spread my legs apart with his gentle kisses.

I began to become more nervous as he inched himself closer and closer to my mound. Just when I thought I would get up and run, I found some hidden courage and I steeled myself to let his tongue meet my vagina. As it slid up and down my tiny slit, it caused waves of new feelings to come over me.

My legs spread themselves even more, in hopes of this constant attention.