excited as I. To be frank, her technique was not that good and I jumped several times when her teeth scraped across my highly sensitized glans, but I resisted the urge to guide her and let her find her own way.
And find it she did, as her hands wrapped greedily around the base of my throbbing cock. Perhaps it was the shear joy of having this beautiful little girl so eagerly sucking my dick, but I forgot all concerns…
XI.
I felt my arousal rising to a peak and my first impulse was to fight it off, to prolong pleasure I may never experience again, but I was rational enough to realize I did not have such luxury, and I let nature take its course. As my cock began to swell, Karla sensed the change, but I knew she had no idea what to expect. And as badly as I may have wanted it, I knew I couldn't come in her mouth. So at the last moment, I pulled myself from her warm mouth and guided the tip of my cock downward just as my knees buckled and my sperm burst out. At first Karla tried to follow my cock with her mouth, but when she felt my warm come hit her chest she stopped. My own hand wrapped around hers, Held my cock as one salvo after another covered her beautiful tiny breasts. All I could do was watch in amazement as Karla stared up into my face and let me spill my come across her body. It was over much too quickly, and I thought I must look ridiculous to her, my knees bent my hand on my cock, and my mouth hanging open, but the sensations were so intense there was nothing I could do. When I removed my hand, Karla resumed stroking me, her eyes riveted on my softening manhood. Finally the time factor occurred to me, and I took her by the arms and lifted her to her feet. There was no telling how long we had been in the shower, and I needed to act, but as I looked into Karla's innocent eyes, then followed the trail of my come as it ran off her small chest and down to her pussy, I was mesmerized. When my cock began incredibly to stir once more, I suddenly grabbed the soap and moved Karla into the spray of water, gently washing her down one last time.
I dried off first, as my eyes feasted on my naked young lover dripping as she stood in the tub, seemingly in no hurry to get out. It occurred to me that hardly a word had passed between us all night, and I had a thousand questions I wanted to ask, but I could linger no longer, no matter how inviting she looked, and wrapping a towel around my waist I slipped out of the bathroom. As I quickly dressed, I heard stirring next door, so I rubbed my hair as dry as possible and slipped on a hat, trying to hide the fact I just stepped from the shower. A new wave of guilt washed over me as I unlocked the door between the adjoining rooms, but it was easily suppressed as I got busy rousing the boys and getting them moving.
Later, we were in the lobby eating a continental breakfast, the kids now in uniforms and ready for action. Karla looked radiant this morning, but she kept to herself as usual, and she hardly spoke as usual. I avoided her eyes, unable to stop the guilt I was filling, and certain the other two parents could look at the two of us and detect that something had happened. It was totally irrational, but a guilty conscience does not lead to sane thinking. There was another factor that troubled me, that I had selfishly hurt the entire team. We played the unbeaten, reigning state champion first, and thanks to my lack of self control my star player got little sleep.
We played exceptionally well and after falling behind in the first half, drew level three minutes into the second on a hard-earned goal from Karla's counterpart at forward. The entire second half we attacked, and our opponent withered under the constant barrage as their earlier confidence and cockiness turned to looks of worry. Yet we couldn't finish, at least until the end.
In the final minute, Karla scored an awesome goal from 30 yards out, curling it in at the far post. But a bad call by the referee negated the game winner, and we ended in a draw. In the final analysis, however, the reigning state champs knew they survived on a bad call, and we had served notice.
Our second game against the so-called number one contender was a cake walk, as we put them away 4-1, with Karla slotting in two much to their dismay. Throughout the day, I struggled with my guilt, but as I watched Karla play, her game not diminished in the least, I was pleased to observe she was handling the situation much better than I was. And though I was inwardly troubled, it was a joyous group of players and parents I took to dinner that evening, and it was impossible not to get caught up in the excitement of the day.
We finished an early dinner and headed back to the hotel for an early night since we had the first game on the schedule the following day. A win in the morning, and we would move directly to the championship, and everyone was talking about it. As the evening wore on, I was distracted by other thoughts. Part of me hoped for a repeat of the previous night, and part of me prayed it didn't happen. As we set up camp once again, however, I harbored no particular expectations; I would not put any pressure on the girl and while Karla was in the bathroom for her nightly routine. I had the television on, and was studiously ignoring her when she exited the bathroom, determined not to show any expectation whatsoever. But as she approached her bed, then came around the end of it, I glanced up and saw by the light of the television that she was stark naked. Awestruck, it was as if I had seen her for the first time, and I stared openly at her beautiful, lithe form. Without a word she kept walking towards me, and I threw the covers back and welcomed her into my bed. Within minutes, at Karla's urging, I was also naked once again, and we curled up together like comfortable lovers. This time we did talk for a few minutes, and she shared a few things about her mom, but when it quickly became apparent this saddened her, I silenced her with a kiss that she eagerly returned. When I clicked off the television, and despite my attempts to claim otherwise, the evidence that I hoped for a repeat occurrence became readily apparent. I had carefully left the curtains ajar, so that the lights from the parking lot filtered in through the sheers. It took only a few minutes for my eyes to adjust, the result being that tonight I could see my beautiful treasure. We kissed and fondled each other, my cock quite hard as I squeezed Karla's ass and kissed trails around her neck. She had a hand on my rigid dick, and she began to rub me against her slit provocatively. Then with my glans wedged between her labia, she began to press downward, at first gently, but then quite hard. Even though we were lying on our sides and it was awkward, her intent was not lost on me, and though I was tempted otherwise, I shifted position to change the focus. Spinning around 180 degrees, I positioned myself so I was looking directly at Karla's pretty hairless pussy, while at the same time presented her with my hard member. Neither of us wasted any time, as I extended a tongue to her pussy and Karla covered my cock with her sweet mouth. It only took a few minutes before I had her left leg over my shoulder as we lay on our side, which exposed her entire pussy to my lips and tongue. We stayed like this for a long time, while I alternated between savoring the sweet silky smoothness of Karla's pussy, and the warm eagerness of her mouth. I rolled over onto my back, carrying Karla's light body with me, so that she ended on top, and I pulled her back so she was full on my face. Since her body was shorter than mine, this meant she could only get my cock head in her mouth, but I didn't care, I had a heavenly feast before me, and Karla's hands stayed busy where her mouth couldn't reach…
XII.
The light from the window revealed a marvelous view of Karla's bare bottom open and exposed for me. I ran my hands across her ass cheeks as I admired the smooth tightness of her pussy and her tender pink asshole. Then I traced a tongue along Karla's slit all the way up. When I ran my tongue over her anus, Karla nearly jumped off the bed. She didn't pull away, and she made no move to stop me, so I repeated the process over and over. It's impossible to explain how I felt as I traced my tongue along the most intimate places on the beautiful underage girl, it was so incredibly arousing, but I knew I would never be able to look at her again without remembering it. And I suspected Karla was going to remember it as well, for she had forgotten my cock, holding it loosely in her hand as she pressed back against my oral explorations. Her back curled up and her head tilted back as my hands roamed across her chest, the tension in her body clear beneath my fingers.
As before, Karla did not reach an obvious orgasm, and I can't say for sure that it happened. Repeating the process of the night before, she simply went limp as if the wind had been removed from her sails. Maybe she ran out of energy, or maybe she came, it didn't matter. She was obviously quite happy as she lay atop me while I continued to lick tenderly at her pussy. Gradually her mouth returned to my cock, sucking my glans between her lips, and for the longest time we simply lay there in a lazy 69, licking and kissing each other in the most intimate manner.
Karla was the first to stir, and she slowly rose up, and then extracted her pussy from my untiring mouth. She turned, and then settled on top of me, her lips coming to mine, her directness making me yearn for her even more.
