VIII.
It was intensely erotic, suckling this tender, immature breast. The moment my mouth touched her, I was hooked. My lips traced the swollen flesh that would one day be a full, womanly breast, and my tongue teased a nipple that would one day stand up rigid and proud. Moving from left to right, I devoured her breasts with complete abandon as I ground my cock into her legs and rubbed my hand across her stomach. Focusing now on Karla's right breast, I dipped my hand down, allowing my fingertips to trail down under the elastic band on Karla's shorts, testing the waters. She stiffened, but again I knew it wasn't a bad thing. Not a word had passed between us, but we were communicating well, and with absolute confidence that Karla was willing, I slid my hand down into her shorts.
My urgency was greater now, but it was still an easy matter to make myself move slowly. The love I felt for Karla, the awe I felt at touching her beautiful young body, was real and easily expressed. My hand slipped into her shorts, and my fingers then slipped beneath the elastic of her panties. In the darkness, I wondered if they were aqua, then I wondered if I would ever know. It didn't matter; the sense of touch was all I needed. As soon as my fingers felt the rise of Karla's mons veneri s, I paused my explorations and merely savored. My hand was inside Karla's shorts, inside Karla's panties, and mere inches from her young pussy. It was intense, the mere mental imagery of what I was doing enough to push me over the edge. If I stopped here, I knew I would happily jerk off for weeks just thinking of what would have happened next. However, I knew I wouldn't stop, and I knew Karla wouldn't stop me. My mouth was still on Karla's breast, but my sucking had stopped, my concentration lost. Karla seemed to have stopped breathing. The Earth may well have quit spinning. My fingers had not encountered pubic hair, and not sure at what age a young girl developed hair on her pussy, I was tempted to rush my movements to learn if she was still totally bald; I instead moved sideways, tracing my fingers off Karla's mons into the valley created by the rise of hip bone. I ran my fingers from hip bone to hip bone, relishing the warmth of her skin and the silky feel of her panties sliding across the top of my hand.
I could wait no longer, and when I shifted my movement downward, the exhale of breathe from Karla suggested she felt the same way. My fingertips found the top of her slit, and then followed it downward until I cupped her tiny pussy. Karla, in an instinctive act of submission eventually learned at some age by girls the world over, parted her legs to make space, giving herself over to me.
I paused yet again to consider the moment. I was no longer troubled by the shame and the guilt, and too impassioned to realize that those feeling would return later in earnest. I was naked in bed with this pretty young girl, whom I loved and protected as my own, and admired in ways she would never know, my mouth on her bare breast, my hand down her pants covering her hairless pussy. There was nothing wrong about this moment; this was pure love and adoration, from which is born the greatest passion, and pure passion is what I felt. I wanted this tender young girl, and I needed her. I felt more love and more devotion in my heart than I had ever known, and it only served to make my cock throb incessantly, my lips to suckle more urgently, and my fingers to explore sweet, untouched flesh more tenderly. Heaven could take me now, my life was complete. Nothing to this point in my experience compared to what I felt. As Karla squirmed under my touch, sighs of pleasure now escaping her lips, I realized that this pretty young girl, who sadness had enveloped for so long, was in truth a sensual being, and was offering herself to me as her first.
And I knew what I had to do next…
IX.
Pulling my hand from her pants, I hooked my thumb into the elastic of her shorts and pushed down. She lifted up without hesitation, and one-handed once again I removed her shorts and panties. Tossing them on the floor with her shirt, I was fully aware that we were now both completely naked, in bed together, and for the first time I longed for a light so I could see her. Instead of returning to her breasts, I sought out Karla's lips and we kissed deeply as my hand went straight to her pussy. Marveling at the smoothness of a pussy that had not yet grown hair, I left Karla's lips and began kissing down her neck once again, my next goal firmly fixed in my mind. Karla cooed softly as I lightly brushed her breasts, then she stiffened yet again when I passed them up and kissed down across her abdomen. She now knew what was coming. My tongue delved into her belly button, causing her to squirm in ticklish response, then continued south. When I reached her hips, I paused. Pushing Karla's thighs apart, I moved between her legs, kneeling. In the faint light I looked up her body, but all I could see was outline, the detail obscured. Her legs were spread wide to make room for me, but her hips were girlishly narrow. She had wide shoulders, and I could see that her head was lifted as she also tried to look back at me. I could not see her breasts clearly, yet it was a deliciously enticing image, and I soaked it in. But my patience was slipping. Easing my hands under Karla's thighs, I reached around and took a slender hip in either hand. This caused her knees to bend, and with her legs spread she was open and inviting. When I leaned forward she tensed, but I bypassed her pussy and kissed her lower belly once again, more to prolong the moment for myself than to tease Karla. I marveled at the steep rise from Karla's stomach to her elevated mons. There was no fat on her body to smooth out the contours, and I carefully kissed around her pussy, exploring and memorizing lest I never travel here again. Karla squirmed beneath me, clearly trying to move her pussy under my mouth, and I was delighted by her urgency since it matched my own.
I didn't want to hurry, but I was tired of waiting, and with one swift move I gave her what we both wanted. My mouth covered her small pussy and I literally swallowed her whole. I just opened my mouth wide and covered from the top of her slit to as far back as I could reach. Karla moaned loudly and lifted her hips, pushing herself into my mouth. I held my mouth on her and let her grind against me, incredulous of the desire coming from this pretty young girl. The first time she paused to catch her breath, I upped the ante. Extending my tongue, I traced the tip as deep into her pussy as I could, starting at my lower lip and working upward. At first she recoiled back, as if in shock at the contact, but immediately she pushed back against my face once again. Time could have been moving slowly, or it could have been quick, I had no idea. My head was buried between Karla's firm young thighs, my mouth pressed firmly into her hairless pussy, and I was in bliss. I thought of her stretching on the playing field, myself maneuvering so I could see up her shorts to her panty covered pussy, and then later denying to myself that I had done so. In my wildest dreams I could never have imagined my head between those athletic legs. In my wildest dreams, I could never fathom that sex with Karla was even a remote possibility. Any doubts I may have harbored about Karla's willingness were gone. She ground her hips up into my face with abandon, her tight ass hardly touching the mattress any longer. She was just as charged up as I was, and I released her hips and reached up and took one of her hands into each of mine. With my arms under her parted legs, I was able to use my strength to pull her down into my mouth, increasing the pressure even more. One moment Karla was moaning rhythmically, her fingers entwined with mine, her hips fully off the bed as she ground herself into my mouth. The next moment she collapsed onto the bed, her body limp, her legs casually spread wide, looking for all the world as if she were totally spent. There were none of the cries and groans, the ragged breathing, that I was used to, but I could sense deep satisfaction. Whether she had simply exhausted herself, or whether I had actually helped her reach her first, it was beautiful to behold.
I continued to tenderly lick between Karla's widely spread legs, unable to give up the treasure I had found. I loved this girl dearly, and I was determined to set the standard by which all boys in her future would be judged. But my own needs were weighing heavily upon me, and I had an idea how to deal with it. On my hands and knees, I moved up Karla's body until I was looking straight down into her angelic face. Her eyes were closed, and in the darkness I thought I could detect a look of happiness. I leaned forward to kiss Karla, and when I did my hard cock rubbed across her belly. Her eyes popped open, and she returned my kiss with nervous delight.
I broke off the kiss and shifted my body back so that the head of my cock grazed across her pussy. Taking my cock in my hand, I rubbed it against her, feeling her tense up as I enjoyed the magical sensation of my hard member moving through her smooth and saliva slicked pussy.
By my own estimation, and based on the reaction of girls I've known over the years, my cock is above average in size, both in length and thickness. In the darkness I could barely make out the image of it sliding easily through the tight folds of Karla's pussy, but it was easy to tell that in relative terms, I was quite large and she was quite small. But Karla was unconcerned. As I applied a little pressure at her opening, Karla tensed up even more, but never once did she make a move to stop me. If I was inclined to fuck this young girl, to take her virginity, I was
