Little Orphan Inga 

Inga was celebrating her ninth birthday, the orphanage staff laid on a small party for her in the refectory, there was a buffet lunch which included chicken (a real luxury back then) and lots of sweet, sticky cakes and buns, all washed down with squash or lemonade.  Inga received gifts from her House Mother,Irina and the other 5 girls in her wing of the orphanage and she was very gratefull for the presents and all the effort that went into the party preparations. What she was really looking forward too however, was the visit of her friend Vasily with the special gift that he had promised to bring her.

Vasily arrived promptly at 7pm and made his way to Inga's room on the first floor. Inga had seen him arrive across the courtyard and the door was already open for him. He strode in and was almost bowled over as Inga flung her arms around him hugging  him close.  "Careful bushka" he chuckled "you almost crushed the box with your present in it". She stepped back and , being well trained, lifted her skirt above her waist as she had been taught for years to allow Vasily to pull down her panties. Vasily had always loved the sight of little girls semi naked and lost no opportunity to get them into this state.  He put the box down on the bed and slowly pulled Inga's panties to her knees, revealing her beautiful pussy mound and smooth belly. He never tired of this magnificent view and Inga was always happy to let him see her thus because she loved all the attention that he gave her. Vasily tucked her skirt into her waistband to free her hands, then gave her the brightly wrapped box to open.  As Inga scrabbled excitedly at the wrappings, Vasily stroked her belly and thighs with his left hand and lightly pinched her bum cheeks with his right.  Inga loved the feel of his hands on her body and wriggled gently to encourage him to touch her some more. This caused her panties to fall to the floor which made them both giggle. "Oops" said Inga and she kicked her panties off knowing that she was unlikely to need them again that evening with Vasily there.

As the excited Inga finally opened the present her eyes lit up and she let out a gasp, "Oh Vasily, it is wonderful, it is so pretty". The special present was a leotard made from a silk like fabric with ornate embroidery and sequins on various panels at the front. Inga did not have many pretty clothes as the orphanage relied heavily on donations from overseas charities and what little came in had to be shared among all the residents, therefore, this particular gift was so thoughtful that Inga nearly cried with joy. "I will look just like the ballerinas on TV now" she exclaimed, "can I put it on now please"?  "Of course, Bushka" he said , that had been his intention all along for he knew exactly how the special garment would feel next to the little girls soft skin !  He had consulted several of his contacts in the thriving black market before choosing this particular material , it had a "slinky" feel , slightly "stretchy" to ensure constant contact to sensitive areas and thus was very sensuous for the wearer. Little Inga, of course , knew none of this in her innocence but would no doubt discover about it during the evening.

She stripped off her clothes and put on the leotard, all the time keeping her back turned to Vasily which amused him greatly as he had seen her in various stages of undress over the years and yet she still retained a sense of shyness until she was properly aroused and became uninhibited with him. She admired herself in the mirror and, satisfied with what she saw, turned to Vasily and performed an almost perfect pirhouette in front of him, giggling all the while. He had expected her to look very good in the leotard but the full effect just blew his mind, her budding breasts thrust out against the material, her nipples beginning to stiffen already from the sensuous contact, her pussy mound was bulging , her labia framed in a perfect "vee", her pert little bum was split by the narrow band of material at the back. She was a vision of nine year old sex appeal !

"You look better than any ballerina I ever saw, Bushka" he said with great feeling.  Inga performed some more dances within the confines of the space, surely imagining herself on a grand stage somewhere, lost in her reverie for a moment.  Vasily was imagining things also and the bulge in his jeans became evidence of this.  Inga stopped her impromptu performance, being a little out of breath by now.  The material had begun to work its magic also and she was quite flushed and feeling strangely sensual.  She noticed the bulge in Vasily's jeans and poked it none too gently, making him gasp. "You are a very naughty man" she chided him, caressing his bulge all the while, "I will have to find out what the trouble is", so saying she began to undo his belt.  Vasily helped her and soon his erection was pointing at her chest. "You must not spoil my present" she said, eyeing up the dribble of precum on his rampant dick.  Vasily obediently lay on the floor and Inga sat between his spread legs and began to masturbate him slowly but firmly as she had been taught. Her right hand kept up a steady rythm on his shaft and her left hand tickled his balls.  Already aroused by her sexy body and her expert masturbation Vasily lasted only four minutes until he erupted thick ropes of cum onto his tee shirt (which in his lust he had forgotten to remove).  Inga milked his dick until she was sure he was spent , then went to her wash basin and rinsed her hands. She then gave Vasily an old towel so he could clean himself up, the tee shirt and towel then went into a plastic bag ready for a trip to the laundry well away from the orphanage.

Relieved of his own sexual tension, Vasily now set his mind to getting Inga to a high state of arousal. The leotard had started the process well and he wanted to see how she responded to his expert ministrations.  Mindful of her pride in her new garment he gently suggested that she pee before he started tickling her in case she lost control later. She agreed, grateful for his thoughtfulness and, undoing the poppers at her crotch he lifted her up, spread legged so she could pee into the wash basin rather than brave the cold (and public) corridor to the toilet on the landing. She felt no embarrassment at doing this in front of him as he had been helping with her toilet training since she was three years old and it was almost second nature now for her to have him watch her while she peed (he occasionally watched her poop too but she was more uncomfortable about that somehow.)

Vasily sat on the edge of the bed with Inga standing in front of him. "Hands on head" he stated sharply.  Inga obeyed instantly, knowing the rules well by now - he was going to tickle her all over and she was not allowed to move her hands or step away from him. If she did, she would get three hard spanks and the tickling would begin all over again until he was satisfied she could take no more.  It was his decision alone and she could not influence him no mater how much she writhed and moaned, he had even made her wet herself before now, hence his concern in letting her pee so she would not spoil her new present.

He began gently at her underarms, fingers dancing into the pits and floating up to her elbows and down to her ribs. A full minute of this made her very flushed but she stayed perfectly in position. Her prominent nipples were then pinched prodded and pulled. Two minutes diligent attention made them hard, pointy and very sensitive. Vasily felt a little wicked, he reached into the bedside locker and took out one of the feathers he kept there for special occasions.  Inga's eyes locked on to the feather and she groaned quietly. "Yes, bushka, you must endure this for me, poke out your tongue a little".  This was a more refined "torture" not only must she not move, she had to keep her tongue showing which made breathing difficult too.  Vasily put her arms at her sides to allow him too slip the leotard down to her hips, exposing her chest and belly to the torturous feather.  He had chosen the fluffy pink hat decoration, gently curled at the end but with many fronds.  Inga resumed her position, poked her tongue half an inch beyond her tight lips and waited.  His first sweep took in her belly button and ribs, he looked into her eyes and oh so slowly raised the feather to her left nipple, Inga flinched but he did not actually touch her. Her eyes followed it as he approached her right nipple, again no contact. Swoosh, suddenly it was the belly button again, around, into, around again. He revelled in her muscular contractions as he tickled her flat belly. A full minute again had her flushed and sweating. Then here fears were made real, the feather caressed her left breast, up and around, over the nipple back around again, more nipple, she had not experienced such sensations before and she let out a loud moan, her tongue going back into her mouth. Vasily stopped tickling and hugged her to him. "OK bushka, well done, no more now" he said.  Inga hugged him back then whispered into his ear "No Vasily, I want you to see I can be a big girl for you" He smiled warmly at her, "well said bushka, two more minutes you shall have"  She took up her position again and Vasily attended to her right breast and belly button with the maddening feather. He could feel the heat from her body and also smell her scent of arousal as she squirmed in front of him. He put down the feather and without a word pulled her onto his lap and kissed her passionately.  "My bushka is ready to cum, no"? He said gently, she blushed slightly and nodded. Very carefully he laid her on the bed and knelt beside it between her wide spread legs. He removed her leotard and put his face close to her very wet pussy, taking in the wonderful sight and the heady aroma of young girl. His tongue lapped at her crotch from bumhole to clitoris, over and over, her labia parted to allow him access to her pinky folds which were wet with excitement. Her little clit peeked out from under its protective hood so he nibbled it, sending a huge shudder through her small body, judging the moment perfectly he pushed a long finger deep into her pussy and tongue lashed her clit until she arched off the bed and spasmed loudly, soaking his face with her juices.  Vasily looked at her face, eyes closed, an expression of deep peace upon her, he loved this little girl.  As Inga came down from her orgasm, he began to push a finger into her bum hole and another into her pussy, she opened her eyes in surprise, he had not done this before and she needed a moment to take the new sensations in. He noticed her quizzical expression, "shall I stop"? he asked.  She shook her head and he continued his rhythmic penetration of her body. His fingers were now fully embedded in each place and he began to wiggle and rotate them deep inside her, watching her expression carefully all the while. Very soon, Inga began to catch the rhythm and move counter to what he was doing as if to enhance the feelings, her clitoris was now fully exposed and as large as he had ever seen it, he drew Inga's attention to it,"it wants some attention"he said playfully. She understood and hesitantly started to finger herself, almost afraid of how she would react. He watched, entranced as Inga masturbated herself, still squirming around on his intruding fingers. A little under three minutes later Inga went rigid, her thighs tensed, her belly rippled and Vasily's fingers were gripped as in two vices. She shook, she groaned and came so hard she squirted onto Vasilys wrists and her bed covers.

Vasily ran hot water into the wash basin and they cleaned themselves up. "Are you OK, bushka"? he asked.  Inga nodded and smiled sweetly. She dressed for bed and he tucked her in, kissing her gently again. Before he left he hung up her leotard in the wardrobe for her.  She watched him quietly and giggled a little girl giggle but her eyes betrayed her knowledge that no ballerina was likely to have had so much fun in (and out of) a leotard before.