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.