She’s now naked before me while I am still fully dressed. That does something for me, but I’m not going to analyse it for fear of destroying it. I’m right, her little pink nipples are like rockets ready for launch. Her bush is a neatly trimmed little minge that I’m looking forward to tasting. She has a belly-button ring that looks like a Christmas tree decoration. What sound will that make when I take her doggy style?
I lean forward and kiss the shin of a leg, still our eyes are locked. Lifting myself slowly so as not to scare her, I kiss up her leg, over the kneecap which makes her giggle and then up the middle of her thigh. Pushing myself up her body without making contact isn’t easy. All I want her to feel is the sensation of my lips on her skin. I take my time.
My slow kisses make their way up her body and I don’t go near her nipples; I wanted to build the anticipation. I kiss around the base of her breast (which was an a-cup) and move higher, up to her shoulders and back around her neck. She moves her head away, making it easier for me to get to her neck and throat and closes her eyes. She likes being kissed around the neck; her low moans tell me so.
There’s no stopping now. She wants this. Needs this. The easy little slut that I assessed her to be on our first date is on show now.
I kiss back down the other side of her body, resisting the urge to take her nipple in my mouth. If I did this properly I could whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. My focus is on giving her as much pleasure as I can. My reward will come later.
My lips come back down to the other shin, my hands gently push her legs apart and I start kissing up the inside of a leg. I notice that she’s breathing through her mouth now, occasionally swallowing hard.
Then I wonder if my cock could fit in her mouth? She is a tiny, little thing. Oh shit, can my cock fit in her pussy?
A sense of urgency mixed with concern takes hold and I speed up what I’m doing. I’ve now pushed her legs apart and her pussy is in front of my face. It’s small and perfectly formed, no loose lips flapping about. It reminds me of Baltic Babe’s tight little pussy.
I lick slowly either side of her vagina and she lets off, “Oh my god!” as I do so, but she still manages to keep her eyes closed. Thankfully her pussy doesn’t have a strong smell of urine. I didn’t exactly give her fair warning so that she could go ‘freshen up’. The overriding smell is that of sweet pussy juice.
Placing my tongue squarely on her pussy and resting it there makes her inhale and I see her stomach muscles contract. Still she keeps her eyes closed. I always keep my eyes open because I want to see what my lover likes. I also have an unusually developed photographic memory, so I can recall what I see many months or years later. Don’t ask me to do trigonometry though.
I run the rough top of my tongue up the centre of her pussy which is gushing wet. She lets out a deep-throated “Oh!” while I congratulate myself on having done such a good job of turning her on. Her clit is a small nubby one but I hope that I can flesh it out some more. I look either side of her hips and see that she is clenching the seat cushions on the edge of the sofa.
Running the rough top and then the smooth underside of my tongue up and down her slit takes her into a blissnotic state. Delicate Flower’s body relaxes and after a few minutes of this I move onto focussing on her clit, which remains small and doesn’t change much. I notice that her body is starting to tense up again; her hands tighten their grip on the sofa.
Sucking onto her clit yields little noticeable response. Only Krazy Girl has a smaller clit, I remark to myself. I deem it time to take this home for her, so I slide an index ginger into her pussy. Well, I try. My index finger goes only slightly more than halfway in before she wriggles and says , “Ow!”
Her pussy is tiny! Oh fuck, not again!
If my finger can barely squeeze in there then there’s no hope of my cock getting in there!
Hers is the smallest vagina I have ever encountered. I don’t believe this. It’s ri-dick-ulous!
I feel deflated.
What do I have to do to get a good fuck? Krazy Girl come back…please.
I can’t stop now, she’ll be insulted and perhaps slightly angry. I just have to make the best of this situation. Hopefully she gives the best blowjob I’ve ever experienced. I wonder if she’s into anal?
Licking and sucking her clit keeps her pussy juices flowing, so I turn my finger in her pussy upwards and find her g-spot, which is surprisingly large, but I guess it’s because I’ve turned her on well enough for it to have swollen on its own accord. I run the tip of my finger back and forth over her g-spot and she arches her back and let’s out a guttural sound before relaxing and looking at me with big eyes.
“What the hell is that you’re doing?” she says, speaking with a sore throat.
“That’s your g-spot. Has anybody ever played with it before?” I ask.
“No,” she says, her eyes still wide.
“Lie back and relax then. You’re going to enjoy this,” I say, confident in my ability that is based on her ignorance.
Delicate Flower does as she is told, resuming her position with eyes closed. So here I am, fully clothed, a petite little woman is naked on my sofa, her legs spread wide open for me and I’m fingering her g-spot and licking her clit. I’m enjoying the novelty of my successful seduction, but I’m uneasy at the prospect of trying to have full-blown sex with her. My cock is just too thick and long for her pussy; it’s never going to fit and if some of it does, it’ll be painful for her. I don’t want to hurt her.
Yes, I know that women pop babies out of their pussies, but it’s only during childbirth that a woman’s body secretes all sorts of chemicals that allows that to happen. The rest of the time the average vagina is four inches long and can stretch up to double that. I can live with that, but I don’t think that Delicate Flower comes anywhere near that statistic. I don’t know any stats to do with thickness, but that’s the real problem with my cock – it’s apparently on the thick side. The urban slang term for a cock like mine is “a coke can”. I’m not bragging and it’s not a blessing, it’s starting to feel like a curse.
It doesn’t take long for Delicate Flower to cum. She lets off a muffled high-pitched squeal and sits halfway upright, her hands clenching the sofa like never before, still keeping her eyes closed. I keep fingering her g-spot as she cums and that makes it last longer. After almost ten seconds she relaxes and slumps back into the sofa, breathing heavily. Her throat is going to be even more sore after that.
I want to cuddle her, but the sofa doesn’t seem appropriate, so I stand up and pick her up. She’s lifeless but weighs nothing to me as I hold her like a doll in my arms. She opens her eyes and puts her arms around my neck as I lift her off the sofa and carry her down the passageway to my bedroom. She rests her head on my shoulder and that feels good. It’s so primordial, a caveman carrying his woman off to his cave, a prize to be ravished, but it feels so damn satisfying.
Approaching the edge of my bed, I slowly lower her onto my duvet and she closes her eyes. I get undressed and lie down next to her, kind of spooning her, putting a leg over her thighs and an arm over her midriff, all of which is easy to do given how small she is. I hope I’m not too heavy. Her breathing slowly subsides to normality while I keep her warm with my bodyheat. After a few minutes of lying there like that she finally speaks.
“Wow! I’ve never experienced anything like that before,” she says with a rasping voice.
I say nothing and just smile. Where have I heard those words before? I revel in the afterglow, not sure where I want to take things, fearing a repeat of coital failure like I had with Teacher Gal. It’s embarrassing and I know that it’s the likeliest scenario with Delicate Flower.
“Is there something you would like me to do for you?” she asks.
I think about and decide that there’s no going back and only one way to find out if my fears are groundless.
“I would love it if you were to kiss me all over,” I say as positively as I can.
We uncouple and Delicate Flower sets about kissing my face, neck, chest and belly. Her perfect golden blonde hair caresses my skin and it turns me on, that and the sensation of her lips kissing my skin. My cock starts to grow as she kisses around my groin area and she notices this. She stops, positions herself between my legs and takes my cock in her little hand. The look on her face tells me that she’s thinking as she looks at it, inspecting it, but I can’t be sure what her thoughts and feelings are. What is she going to do?
To be continued…