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.