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…