Karla turned onto her left side, to face me, and she said, "You and I have got a pretty good relationship. I don't think anything could ruin it." She reached over, and put her right palm on my chest, and said, "I want to make love with you, Allan."
I'm only human. A beautiful girl was lying on my bed, asking me to make love with her. Yes, it was Karla, yes she was the girl I had driven to school as a six-year-old, and yes, I had watched her growing up as my stepdaughter, but an hour before, she had asked me to stand there and look at her as a woman, to spell out to her the things I saw about her that were attractive to me as a man, and yes, I should have disengaged myself from the game, but I didn't. I had reached this point by my own actions. "I want to make love to you, too," I said, feeling like I was in a dream.
"So I guess, neither of us is to blame, then," Karla said, as she moved closer to me. As she moved, her nightdress rode up a little, revealing her pink lace panties, and I reached out from under the covers, to pull her nightdress down with my right hand, covering them. Karla looked down at what I had done, then back at me, and she said, "You're very caring." She smiled, and moved in, to kiss me gently on the mouth. The kiss was warm, soft and very exciting, so when Karla broke it, I pulled her to me and returned her kiss, holding it until I was ready to break it. As our mouths parted, she took a breath, and said, "Should I get under the covers?"
"If we're gonna do this properly, I think you'll need to," I said, and Karla slid off the bed, and then climbed under the covers. She snuggled up to me as I lay on my back, and then turned, so her right thigh was across my pelvis, and she gave me another brief, but sweet and soft kiss. My tool had already responded to the intimacy, and we both felt it pushing against her right hip. "Your body's talking to me again," Karla said, with a little smile, "but this time, I think the conversation might be more interesting."
I reached down and adjusted my rigid dick, so it wasn't poking Karla's hip, and I said, "We'll get back to that later. I'd like to spend a little time on this," as I moved my arms around her, to embrace her slender body and hold her closer.
"You mean you don't want to get straight in and do it?" Karla asked, with our faces close.
"Haven't you ever heard of foreplay?" I asked, gently kissing her again.
Karla swallowed, and said, "The only guy I've ever done it with is Anthony, and he thinks foreplay means taking a girl's pants off." Her face was close enough for me to feel her warm breath.
I could feel a very slight smile on my face, as I said, "Karla, that's 'having sex.' I thought you said you wanted to make love."
"You're gonna show me the difference aren't you?" she smiled back.
"I'll try," I said, as I gently turned her onto her back, so I was now lying on my right side, with my arms around her. I kissed her sweet little mouth again, and our tongues ventured forth to tentatively greet each other, as I felt the excitement rising inside me. I broke the kiss, and sat back a little, placing my right forearm under Karla's neck, as she lay on her pillow, and I lifted the covers back from her with my left hand. She looked down at herself, in her pink nightdress, and then back up at me. I could see the shape of her nipples through the material, and I said, "You don't wear a bra to bed, do you?"
"I think I can get away without one a lot of the time," she replied, and I reached over with my left hand and gently stroked her right breast. "That's nice," she said. I took her nipple. through the material, between my thumb and forefinger, and fondled it gently, feeling it grow harder at my touch. Karla bit her lower lip, and smiled at me, saying, "Your touch is very gentle, Allan, but I've always known that. Tonight's a little different, though."
I moved my left hand down to the hem of her nightdress, lifting it a little, and I said, "May I?
"I think you better," Karla said. Her voice was little more than a whisper, and she gently stroked the back of my left hand with her right hand for a moment, and then took it away. I reached up under her nightdress, to find her right breast, and I fondled her nipple between my thumb and finger again, and Karla shuddered first, then she swallowed. "That's kind of tickly, but nice," she said, and with a sweet smile, she added, "I think you should kiss me while you're doing it, though."
I leaned down to kiss her mouth again, feeling her soft, warm lips, tasting the sweetness, basking in the warmth that seemed to flow through me, inhaling her breath, as it seemed to fan the excitement that was welling up inside me. When I broke the kiss, Karla had her eyes shut. She opened them and looked into mine, and said, "You kiss beautifully."
"I was actually thinking the same thing about you," I said, looking at her mouth as I said it. I was still fondling her right breast, under the material, and Karla looked down at what I was doing, and said, "If I took my nightie off, you could see what you're up to."
"Smart thinking," I said, and my excitement momentarily went off the scale at the thought of Karla being naked in front of me. Karla reached down, and lifted the hem of her nightdress, lifting her bottom at the same time, and she pulled it up, exposing her pink lace panties. She lifted her shoulders from the bed, and then pulled the nightie over them, and dropped it on the floor to her right. She was now lying in my bed, with just her lace panties on, and I sat back to look at her, taking in the sight before me for a moment. Looking at Karla like that almost took my breath away.
"I've known you a long time," Karla said, softly, "and the look in your eyes tells me you like what you see."
"Very much," I said, almost whispering, my tone almost reverent. Karla took my left hand, and placed it gently on her belly, just below her navel, and whispered, "We're not here to look at each other, Allan."
"You're just so beautiful to look at, Karla," I said, still looking at her body, from the neck down, those small but perfect tits, their nipples a dark shade of pink, the smooth, flat belly, and the way her panties were following the contours of her pubic mound. I leant down now, to kiss her left breast, and holding the kiss, I took the nipple between my lips, and gently tickled it with my tongue. Karla flinched again, and she took a quick, sharp breath, as I relaxed my tongue, to taste the flesh of her nipple. I felt Karla's arms around me, as she hugged me to herself, while I kissed and tasted her breast, and after I released her nipple from my lips, I moved up again, to kiss her mouth.
The kiss was oh-so exciting, even after what we had done so far, and as Karla relaxed her arms, I sat back a little. She reached up with her right hand, and gently touched my lips with the first finger, then put her finger to her own lips. I decided it was time to move ahead, and I reached down with my left hand, to gently fondle her pussy through the crotch of her panties for a moment, looking at her face for her reaction as I did so.
Karla gave me a very meaningful look, and said, "Allen?"
"Yes," I said, quietly.
"Do you like, umm," swallowing, pausing, "going down on girls?" she asked, hesitantly.
I nodded slowly, smiled, and said, "Of course I do," although the opportunity had not presented itself for a while.
"Do you think," she said, pausing to bite her lower lip, "umm, you'd like to go down on me?"
"Would you like me to?" I asked, answering one question with another.
"No-one's ever done it," she said, "but what you were doing to my boobie with your mouth was kinda special, and I thought maybe it'd be kinda special in other places, too." Her voice was so sweet.
"Have you ever tried it?" I asked, unable to keep the smile from my face.
"Well, Anthony wouldn't do it," she said, "He reckoned girls were kind of, umm, messy, down there, and, um, he wouldn't do it. He, umm, got me to do it to him," pausing, biting that lower lip again, swallowing, "but he wouldn't do it for me."
"That was pretty selfish," I said, as I placed my left hand onto Karla's pussy, so the thumb was on her mound, while the fingers draped down along her crotch. I fondled her gently with my fingers, feeling for her slit from the outside of her panties, looking her in the eyes, and I said, "You're asking me to kiss you down there
, aren't you?" and she nodded, but didn't speak.
"Where?" I asked, still meeting her gaze, "Take my hand, and show me where you want me to kiss you." I love oral sex, but in the circumstance, I wanted to tease Karla a little, and build up to it, before I allowed myself to taste her in those secret places, that as a stepfather, I had only ever known to be off-limits.
"The exact place?" she asked. I nodded.
Karla reached down with her right hand, and took my left hand in it. She used her own left hand to lift the front of her panties, and she placed my hand inside, where I felt first her soft pubic hair, and the warmth and wetness of her pussy, as she moved my hand to it. "The exact place," I repeated.
I felt Karla's fingers separating mine, finding my first two, and then guiding them in between her inner lips, where it was warm and moist, and she placed them about where I imagined her clit would be. I kind of expected she would want to be kissed there, and I said, "There?" Karla was looking down at herself, down where her hand was guiding mine to that very special place on her body, and she was already breathing a little more heavily than before. "Right there," she said, softly.
I gently probed my finger down between her slippery inner lips, and I took it from her panties, and tasted the sweetish, tangy juice on it, slowly, deliberately, looking at her face, as she studied my own actions, and I said, "I think I'm going to enjoy this." I gently began to remove Karla's panties, and she lifted her bottom to help me. I slid them down her long, slender, but shapely legs, and dropped them on the floor, and I looked down at her exposed pussy, and then at her face.
"You okay?" I asked. As excited as I was at the thought of tasting and exploring this part of Karla's body, I didn't want to make her uncomfortable, and I added, "With me, doing this? It's a very intimate thing."
"I trust you more than any other person in the world," she answered, lying there, "I'm kinda glad you're the first person to do this." I looked back at Karla's exposed pussy again. Her pubic hair was natural, but it seemed to grow in a heart-shaped patch, dark and curly, and I ran the fingers of my right hand through it, feeling its softness, and then gently stroking down the hood of her clit with my thumb, twice.
The lips of her pussy were just a little swollen, a little moist, but showing she still had a little way to go before her arousal was complete. I leant down, conscious of the fact that no man had ever tasted this part of Karla's body, and that fate had accorded to me the privilege of being the first man to explore this beautiful thing with my mouth, lips and tongue. I started by gently inhaling the scent of Karla's young pussy, wafting it back into my nostrils, letting the arousal it triggered, as designed by nature, permeate my consciousness. Then, I kissed Karla, very gently, on the beautifully soft, smooth skin of her right inner thigh.
I drew back, made eye contact with Karla, and then I kissed her gently, just below her clitoris, feeling the sticky moisture of her inner labia on my own lips as I drew back again. "Just there, wasn't it?" I asked, looking back at her, "That's where you wanted me to kiss you, wasn't it?"
"That's the place," she answered, taking a deep breath, "Right where I showed you." Karla sighed, and I kissed her again, in the same place, pausing to inhale her sexy scent, and then I turned my head sideways, and parted her inner lips with my tongue, then ran it down towards her opening, savouring the taste of her pussy, as every breath I took, sweetened with her intimate aroma, fuelled my arousal further. I already felt an intense need to have this beautiful young woman, to satisfy my needs, and yes, my lust, with her, but I wanted to take my time over attending to her precious pussy with my mouth. I teased gently at her opening with the very tip of my tongue, feeling her body shudder, and then I probed a little further, tasting the inner walls, experiencing the flavour of her womanhood, and then running my tongue back up towards her clit again.
Karla's pussy seemed noticeably wetter as my tongue made its way back along her slit, and she flinched when the right side brushed her clitoris. I was out of practice with oral lovemaking, but I was hoping to bring Karla to orgasm by going down on her, before moving on to the main event.
I changed my position just slightly, so I could tease at her clit with my tongue, and Karla opened her legs a little more, to give me more room to work. Her right hand was gently caressing the back of my head, but apart from the occasional sigh, or a sharp intake of breath, she had not spoken since she let me know I had kissed her right where she had asked me to.
"You seem to know what you're doing," Karla said, speaking softly, "That feels lovely. I could let you do it all night."
"Glad you like it," I said, drawing my face back from her pussy, inhaling the scent again, and sitting back. I wanted to make her come by going down her, so I said, "Just turn yourself sideways on the bed," and she looked at my face, and began to move around as I asked. "Grab your pillow," I said, "and lie with your bottom near the edge of the bed." Karla moved around, so she was lying across my bed, with her bottom and her pussy near the edge, with her legs bent, and her heels on the edge as well. She put her pillow under her head, and said, "Like this?"
I nodded, and said, "That's the way," and I hopped down to kneel on the right side of my bed, with my head between Karla's legs. Her pussy was now open and exposed to me, glistening with her fluids, and I moved in to kiss her in the centre of her patch of pubic hair, feeling a renewed wave of excitement as I inhaled the scent, and looked at her open pussy, waiting for further attention from me.
"It really is intimate, isn't it?" Karla said, looking down at me, "But, with you, I feel like I'm in good hands. It's kind of exciting, just having you looking at me down there, and all that touching and kissing. I can't describe it."
I was having feelings that are hard to describe myself, as I placed my hands on Karla's thighs, feeling the smooth skin on my palms, and against my cheeks, and as exciting as it was to kiss, lick and explore her pussy, I still turned to first kiss her left inner thigh, and to caress the silky smooth skin, over the firm muscle, with my lips. "Your body's beautiful," I said, from between Karla's thighs, "I could explore you all night. There are so many things I'd like to do to you right now."
Karla reached down with her right hand, and parted her inner pussy lips with two fingers, exposing her clit to me. I took her hint, and I placed my lips around her clit, very gently, but even so, I heard a little gasp from her, and I used the tip of my tongue to brush it very gently from underneath. Karla flinched, and her thighs squeezed against the sides of my head. "That's really sensitive," I heard her say, when her thighs relaxed, but her voice sounded like she was smiling. I took her fingers into my mouth, wiping the juices from them with my lips. Then, I gave her hand a gentlemanly kiss, and she withdrew it, to let me get back to work.
I moved in again, and I teased at the tiny opening of her pussy with the very tip of my tongue once more, feeling her flinch at my touch. I then kissed my way up between her inner lips, tasting the fluids that were pooled in the recess between them, scooping some out on my tongue, and spreading it around inside my mouth, so I could really experience the flavour. Her pussy lips were now swollen and moist, and after I had once more run my tongue along one of them, tasting them, hearing her sighing as I did so, I decided to get serious with Karla's clit.
I wrapped my hands around her thighs, so hold her in place, and I put my lips over her clit and it's hood, and teased at it again with my tongue. Almost immediately, Karla's body jerked, and I heard her taking a gasping breath between her teeth, so I relaxed my mouth, so she could relax her body. My face was still buried in Karla's lovely pussy, my lips around her clit, my nose gently nuzzling her pubic hair, and once again, every breath was infused with the scent from that private place, as I tasted her clitoris, and the fluids oozing from her.
One more time, I gently worked Karla's clit with my mouth, only this time I was not going to stop until I had triggered her orgasm. This beautiful young girl had offered herself to me, holding nothing back, entrusting the most intimate parts of her body to m
e, and I intended to make her come with my mouth, before allowing myself to have my own satisfaction her.
As I moved my head back and forth, applying the gentlest of suction to Karla's clit, I heard her take two quick, short breaths, and her pelvis jerked in my arms. I continued on, and I heard her cry out, "Oh, Allan, that's amazing!" She drew breath again, and then cried out, with a rising inflexion, "I think I'm coming!" and with a rasping gasp, she clenched her thighs around my head, lifting her pelvis, crying out once more, "I'm coming, Allan!! I'm coming!!"
For a few precious seconds, my face was trapped between Karla's thighs, buried in her pussy, as her orgasm wracked her slender young body, and then she relaxed, with a breathy sigh. I knelt back, and Karla drew her legs up, clutched at her belly with her arms, and turned to lie on her right side, facing me, with her knees up. Her eyes were wide, her face had a look of wonderment, and she said, "You made me come, Allan. Nobody's ever done that. Only me."
I moved closer, to hold her, and I said, "Only you?" Karla nodded.
"Only me," she smiled.
"What about Anthony?" I asked.
Karla shook her head, lying there on her side, and she said, "I used to love having sex with him, and it always felt really good, but he never made me come, not like that." She took her hands away from her belly, and stretched out again, then moved over to let me on the bed. I got on next to her, on her right side this time, and hugged her. "I used to have to finish off myself, when I got home." She smiled and added, "I'm surprised you didn't hear me, some nights."
"I never knew," I said, looking at Karla's pretty face, as she smiled back at me. She pulled me to herself, and kissed me on the mouth, hot and sexy, lingering, tasting, and after our lips parted, she whispered, "I can taste myself on your lips." Her left hand moved down to my hard tool, and she touched it gently through my pyjama shorts. "I think we've got some more business to attend to." She stroked along my cock with her thumb and forefinger through my shorts, and said, "Lets got those pants off."
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