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I'm a short, tiny girl, tiny feet, a cute tiny butt and tiny titties. I am eighteen, almost finished high school and I love boys, but haven't had much experience. I have a wide circle of friends, both girls and boys, most of them sexually active.
I am outgoing, but I'm careful to date shorter guys, I've never dated anyone over 5' 5", on purpose, I'm very comfortable with short guys. I've stood next to tall guys and I look like a miniature doll, I look funny and I hate to be laughed at. Tall guys usually don't date short girls.
My first boyfriend was only 5'5", we were together for a long time, I was very comfortable with him. The beginning of our relationship we only petted, eventually he turned me on enough to let him take my pants off, even though I would never have stopped him if he tried.
One day, during a make out session he put his hand, between my legs and rubbed my crotch, it felt great, my underwear was soaked, but he didn't go any farther.
I'm surprised he never pressured me to have intercourse, I think we were both too inexperienced. We petted and he played with my breast and crotch, once when I was wearing a skirt, his hand covered my crotch. His fingers rubbed my slit thru my underwear, I soaked my panties. I relaxed and let him rub me, I grunted and finally squeezed my thighs tight, he fingered me and gave me a great, first, orgasm.
This first orgasm was a surprise, I always enjoyed him playing with me but this was my first bone shaking orgasm. All I could do was lay there and catch my breath, I didn't know what was supposed to come next, so I just lay there. I was smiling, we hugged, this was different and wonderful, I looked forward to seeing an kissing him.
I never thought about intercourse, his fingers opened a new pleasure in my life and seemed to keep me satisfied, I looked forward to our make out sessions. Our lovemaking was elevated to a different level.
After a few months of him giving me orgasms, he asked me to play with his cock. I was interested, I smiled and agreed, to fondle his cock.
He pulled down his pants, I stared at his hard on, it wasn't huge and not too scary. I moved my hand over it and squeezed the head. I squeezed gently a few times, he moaned a little.
I was wondering what he wanted me to do. I knew what a blow job was, my girlfriend always talked about giving them. I never thought about the mechanics and having a cock in my mouth.
He pushed my hand lower and started pumping his hips, I moved my hand up and down and was stroking him, it seemed to come natural. I stared at the cock, I wanted to bend over and kiss it, so I did, the head of his cock pushed past my lips, it didn't push too far into my mouth.
It felt good in my mouth, I was drooling over his cock, I tightened my lips around it but I was still drooling and making a mess.
His hand moved to my shoulder and started pushing my head farther down, I was enjoying the cock in my mouth. I never thought about his orgasm, or how long it would take, I just kept taking him deeper, I sucked him deeper into my mouth.
I know I was smiling, every time I heard him moan, my lips gripped his cock tighter. He was holding my arm and shoulder, pushing deeper. I felt his cock in the back of my throat, I let my mouth slide farther down the cock.
It was exciting me, my lips pushed into his pubic hair. His pumping hips made my head bounce off his crotch, my saliva was running out of my mouth and covered his crotch. I felt him tighten and pull me down on his cock, he was fucking my mouth, I had to swallow.
He stopped pumping but I stayed down on him and kept sucking and using my tongue. I had to continue to swallow. My mouth tasted funny, I slowly realized that I was swallowing his cum. I couldn't tell if it was a lot or a little, my saliva was all over my face and his crotch.
I lifted up, his soft cock slid out of my mouth. I was smiling and staring at his face, he seemed content. I looked at his crotch, the soft, tiny cock was laying in my saliva.
I got up from the couch and went to the kitchen, I let the water run until it was hot. I wet a paper towel and wiped my face, I spit out what was left in my mouth, it was a thick mess
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I brought a wet, warm paper towel and covered his cock. I wiped the soft noodle, and then his balls, I played with him for a few minutes, his cock was getting hard again, I stopped.
I was sure he wouldn't want to kiss me, so I lifted my leg, straddled his hips and sat on his crotch. My pussy was pressing against his hardening cock, I could feel it through my panties. It felt like his finger, but thicker.
I rocked on him, the friction from my panties and his cock excited me, until I flooded my panties with an orgasm.
This was the extent of my sexual experience, we dated for almost a year, we each had about three orgasms a week, but that was all we had, we grew apart.
When I look back at our relationship, I wonder why we never had intercourse. He never pressured me, but maybe I gave such great head, he didn't think it could get any better. I didn't know how good actual intercourse would be, so I wasn't too eager.
It was awhile before I got close to anyone, I didn't know how to act around guys. I was short, the boys were nice, but I never turned them on.
I really wanted to have an orgasm, but I wasn't sure how to break the ice with guys or how aggressive to be. I would have sucked every boy I met, I enjoyed it, if I could have an orgasm.
When I met a boy, I flirted but couldn't lure him with big breast or a sexy body, I was tiny and it was not easy to get them interested. I was sure if I fondled his cock, and then sucked him into my mouth, he wouldn't push me away afterwards.
After a few dates, with different guys, I started giving up, I never had a chance to suck a cock. I wanted a relationship, but no one turned me on or even made me tingle. I went with my friends to different functions and events, I had fun but couldn't find anyone interested or interesting.
One night out we went to a school basketball game, my girlfriend knew some of the guys on the team, we met them after a game. They were all nice guys, they were hungry and tired, we talked while we ate.
One of the guys started talking to me, he was interesting and fun. He was tall, and I almost shied away but he was cute and nice. On the way out, he asked me if I need a ride, my friend that drove said, "go ahead, he's a nice guy."