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Karen
Written by Lensman.

This story is fictional, all characters and events depicted within are fictional and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

I have one unbreakable rule (to paraphrase Isaac Azimov):
I may not harm a Little Girl, or through inaction allow a Little Girl to come to harm.

Keep these fantasies where they belong; in your head.

Story Codes: (Mg, Cons, Pedo)

Story Intro:
The blossoming relationship between a man and his girl.

Karen:

I couldn't believe what I was doing as I absently sipped my coffee and stared out of my kitchen window. I was watching Karen, the gorgeous twelve-year-old from over the street, jumping rope with her friends outside the front of my house.
I just couldn't help it, I watched her avidly as she jumped up and down over the swirling rope causing her small budding breasts to jiggle and bounce in time under her cropped white T-shirt. Her taut, smooth stomach showed between the cropped top and her tight pale blue cotton shorts. Her long, soft-looking golden-red hair was tied in a ponytail to the small of her back and danced playfully with each graceful jump, and her lithe legs, looking tanned golden and perfect, flashed with each move she made.
For one forever moment the whole world seemed to stop to allow me the time to watch and appreciate the simple perfection of this beautiful girl at play.

Suddenly, for no apparent reason, she looked up. She looked straight at me as I stood staring out of my window at her. She stopped jumping rope and stared for a brief moment and then smiled back at me. I felt my heart pounding in my chest and my knees grow weak. She smiled at me and then waved, and I knew she knew I was watching her, and she thought it was alright.
I smiled and waved briefly and then turned away from the window as I did my best to regain my composure. What the hell was happening to me? Why did this little girl have such an effect on me?

I was startled from my introspection by a light knocking at my front door. I opened it and was surprised to see Karen standing there smiling.
"Hi Mr. Mann," she smiled breathlessly, she blushed lightly and boldly asked, "can I get a glass of water?"
"Certainly Karen," I smiled, feeling a heat rising to my own cheeks as I looked out onto the street and saw the other two girls still standing there giggling to each other while they watched us. "What about your friends?" I asked and felt my blush grow worse.
"They've got to be home soon," Karen said, and then turned and waved to them as they turned and ran off giggling.

Up close Karen looked even more stunning; her slender four-and-a-half-foot frame showed no hint of any excess body fat. Her long shiny hair was the colour of burnished copper and her lightly tanned heart-shaped face held a sprinkling of freckles over her cute nose and cheeks. Her lips were full and a perfect cupid's bow, and her eyes were limpid pools of dark brown, that I could have happily drowned in.

I showed her into the kitchen and got her a glass of water, and then returned to sipping my own mug of coffee while leaning back against the countertop. Karen stood by the kitchen sink sipping from her glass of water and looking out towards her own house across the street. "You have a nice house Mr. Mann," she said turning to face me smiling.
"Thank you Karen," I smiled back at her and thought how much nicer it was with her standing in it. "You know Karen," I said on impulse, "you don't have to call me Mr. Mann, you can call me Andrew if you'd like"
"Andrew?" she asked, as if she was unsure about using it.
"Yep," I chuckled lightly, "old guys like me do have first names too you know."
"You're not that old, Mr..." she protested smiling, and then corrected herself, "err, I mean Andrew!"

I had to smile at her flattery; I knew how many grey hairs were scattered over my head. "Well," I asked, still smiling, "how old do you think I am Karen?"
"I dunno," she said hesitantly and delicately nibbled on her lower lip, "maybe... thirty?"

I smiled again at her generous flattery while I watched her nibble and wondered what it would be like to softly kiss those sensual lips. "Nope," I shook my head still smiling, "I'm 36!"
"No way!" she exclaimed incredulously, her beautiful eyes wide, "You don't look that old."
"Thank you," I smiled and blushed again as I rinsed my coffee mug in the sink, "but I assure you I am."
"Well," she sighed as she drained her glass, "I guess I should be getting home, mum will be upset if she comes home and finds I haven't done my homework." I smiled sympathetically and then showed her to the door.

As we stood on the threshold, I had no idea what to say to her. "Thank you for the water Mr... err, I mean Andrew," Karen stammered again smiling up at me.
"You're most welcome Karen," I smiled, "you can visit anytime."

I watched her walk over the street to her house, watched her perfect firm round butt flex under the blue cotton of her tight shorts. I watched her turn at her gate and give me a bright smile and a brisk wave before disappearing inside. I felt a pang of loss when she was out of sight, what was it about this girl that so entranced me?

+ + + + +

Over the next few days, whenever Karen and I would see each other we would exchange smiles and waves, or greetings if we were close enough. I also noticed she was playing outside of my house more frequently, unless that was simply because I was looking out of the windows more.

The following Friday afternoon, when I got home from work early, there was a surprise knock at my front door. I opened it to reveal Karen stood there looking beautiful as ever. She was wearing a pale pink T-shirt and a pair of denim shorts.

"Hi Andrew," she said almost sadly.
"Hello Karen," I said, surprised but delighted that she was here again, but I could see something was bothering her. "Please come in," I continued as I stepped aside.

Karen walked in past me straight to the lounge and sat on the sofa. I closed the door and followed her to see that she was sat with her knees together with her elbows resting on them and was resting her chin on her palms staring morosely at the bookshelves containing my collection of DVD's.

"What's wrong Karen?" I asked softly as I sat on the sofa next to her.
"Mom and Dad are going out for the night," she said half sad, half angry. "They said that I was too young to watch my little brother, so they were going to get a babysitter. They never trust me and always treat me like a little baby too." She hid her face in her hands; trying to hide the tears I knew must be welling in her eyes.

I didn't know what I should do for the best. I gently began to stroke her back, trying to soothe and comfort her. "Maybe," I said tentatively, "maybe they thought you would want to play with your friends instead of looking after your brother."
"I don't have a lot of friends," she said between her fingers, "besides, they can't do anything tonight, they're busy." Then I felt her begin to sob softly.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart," I said earnestly while stroking my hand in little circles all over her back.
"They are just so stupid," she said bitterly, and I wasn't sure if she meant her parents or her friends.

Without thinking about it I found myself suggesting, "If you want, you could come over to visit me." I shut my mouth with a snap, thinking I was an utter fool, she wouldn't want to do that.
"Really?" she asked brightly, "You mean that?"
"Yeah," I said feeling elated that she might even consider it. "I don't know what we could do, maybe watch a movie or something..."

She lifted her face from her hands and smiled at me. Her eyes were slightly red, but still beautiful. For a second we stared at each other smiling, and I had an intense desire to take her in my arms and kiss her.

Karen quickly stood up looking a little flushed and said, "I guess I'd better get back before they start wondering where I am."
I stood up beside her and smiled at her, and then she suddenly hugged me tight.
"Thank you Andrew," she said as she squeezed her arms around my chest and pushed her head under my chin.
"You are most welcome," I said, surprised but very happy.

I could clearly feel her budding breasts pushing against my stomach as I returned her hug with my own. The clean smell of her hair, and the feel of her young body was almost enough to drive me nuts. I had no idea what I would do if she did come over.

+ + + + +

That evening around 7pm there was a light knocking on my door, I opened it to see a vision of beauty. Karen was wearing a very daring outfit of a soft pink cotton shirt that was tied in a knot half way between her pert little breasts and her belly button, and a ruffled white miniskirt that was only just long enough to reach her thighs. Her hair was again pulled back into a ponytail, held by a pink and white scrunchie. Her lips were a glossy soft pink colour, as if she had put on some lipstick.

"It is alright if I visit with you?" she asked hesitantly, when I just stared at her, "isn't it Andrew?"
"Of course it is Karen," I smiled, forcing myself to stop staring, "you're always welcome here." Then I stepped aside to let her in.

"I didn't know what you wanted to do," she said as she entered the lounge, "but I brought a movie over, 'The Last Starfighter'," then she put her things on the chair beside the TV.

I watched her from the doorway as she bent to put her things down. The ruffles of the miniskirt hid the firm round contours of her butt, but I knew that if she had bent a little further I would have been looking at a bit of heaven.

"How did you know I love Science Fiction movies?" I asked her, when what she had said registered.
She turned back to face me and smiled. "I know lots of things," she said airily. She stepped up closer to me and looked me in the eyes. "My parents won't be home 'till late tonight," she smiled again, "so I can stay for a while or until I drive you crazy."

I smiled back at her and thought how crazy about her I already was. "You're welcome to stay as long as you like," I said, smiling, "or until you get sick of hanging out with an old man."
"Your not old Andrew," she protested smiling, and then looked a little sad, "I'm just really young."
Without any real thought I replied, "That may be true, but you are a very polite and beautiful young lady."

Karen smiled again but didn't answer; she turned and sat on the sofa as I followed her into the room. "Won't the babysitter be worried about you?" I asked, concerned for Karen and myself.
"Oh her," Karen sneered bitterly, "no way! She doesn't care, she has her boyfriend over anyway." Then she paused for a moment and grinned, "Besides, she thinks that I'm over at Stacy's house seeing if I can stay the night," then she giggled mischievously.
"Oh," I said, a little surprised by the thought of her lying to her babysitter so she could spend time with me. "So..." I continued, "what do you feel like doing?"
"I dunno," she shrugged, making her pert little breasts jiggle slightly under her shirt, "what do you wanna do?"

Suddenly a crystal clear image flashed through my mind. Of me taking Karen up to my bed and making sweet love to her, kissing her lips, her nipples and her sweet pussy...

"Oh!" I exclaimed, trying to force that image from my mind, "where are my manners. Would you like something to drink Karen?"
"Sure," she replied brightly smiling, "what do you have?"
"Erm..." I replied eloquently as I walked into the kitchen and tried to stop thinking those depraved thoughts about her beautiful, luscious body. "I've got tea, coffee, hot chocolate, Pepsi..."
I could hear the smile in Karen's voice as she called, "Whatever you're having will be fine."

As I poured out two glasses of Pepsi, I tried very hard to not think about her jiggly little breasts and what she was hiding under her short miniskirt. I returned to the lounge and placed Karen's Pepsi on her side table and sat at the other end of the sofa with mine, and took a small sip before putting it on my side table.

"Let's watch the movie I brought over," she suggested and jumped up to get it from the chair.
As she bent to pick up the DVD box, my gaze was riveted to the top of her legs. "That sounds like a good idea," I said, distracted by what she was doing.

Once she had the disk out of the box, she bent at the waist to open the DVD player and pop in the disk. I could hardly believe what I was seeing, what was being presented to me would have made a monk hard. When she bent over, I didn't see the white cotton panties I had expected; I saw a pale pink satin thong disappearing between her firm butt cheeks, and barely covering her plump pussy as it pouched between her thighs.

She stood and turned to smile at me. "Did she know how much she was showing off?" I thought to myself.
"Andrew," she asked, smiling, "can we sit differently?"
I thought of my slowly subsiding erection and answered hesitantly, ""How would you like to sit?"

"Well," she directed, "you sit in the corner with your leg up, and I'll sit in front of you."
She then moved me so I was sat in the corner of the sofa with my legs spread wide. My right leg was up against the back of the sofa and my left was over the front on the floor. She then sat down between my legs and leant back against me.

I was glad I had seen the film before, because I could not concentrate on it, since it began I had been fighting the urge to wrap my arms around Karen and cuddle her to me. I closed my eyes and breathed in the scent of her, a clean scent of soap with a hint of musk. I then looked down over her shoulder and I noticed that the top few buttons of her shirt were not fastened, and then she moved slightly. I held my breath as her small left breast came into view. It was a perfect little half-lemon size, smooth, pale and blemish free, topped with a dark pink little nipple that appeared to be erect.

I was quickly brought back to earth when Karen grabbed my arms from where they rested on my legs and pulled them around her like a blanket
"Is this okay?" she asked, as she held my arms around her.
"Fine," I said as I moved my hands to rest lightly on her stomach.

As the film progressed, I felt Karen's fingertips lightly touching and stroking the backs of my hands and arms. Her light touch sent shivers of goosebumps up my arms, causing my cock to react and erect again between us. I felt her light stroking stop as my now hard cock throbbed against her butt, and then continue a moment later. I thought I was going insane, she must know what it was she was sat against, and yet she didn't seem to mind.

Karen had stroked the backs of my hands, so I moved my hands to lightly stroke her stomach. I was happy to continue in the same soft stroking forever, but Karen had other ideas. She grasped my left hand and slowly pulled it up her stomach and under her shirt until I was stroking her skin just under her small breasts.

I didn't know if I should go any further, but as my thumb moved, Karen moved my hand again, so this time my thumb slid over a crinkled little nipple. Karen leant her head back against my shoulder and I heard her sigh softly as I continued to lightly rub my thumb over her hard nipple.

I wondered if I should also use my other hand, and had started to slide it up to her other breast when Karen grabbed it and slowly began to push it back where it had been. But she didn't stop there, she continued to push it down, over her miniskirt waistband and in between her thighs.

I could not believe what was happening, this little twelve-year-old girl had moved my hand over her pussy and was pushing my fingers in to rub her. I did nothing and held still. I knew it was wrong; it was bad enough that I had played with her nipple... that I was still rubbing it, but I could not cross over that line.
"Please..." Karen moaned softly, sensuously, full of wanting, of needing me to do this for her. "Please..."

Without a conscious decision I crossed over the line, I began to slowly push and massage her pussy through her miniskirt.

Karen moaned wordlessly and spread her legs as wide apart as she could. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I also knew that Karen wanted it, and I would do anything for her. I slid my hand down her thigh to the hem of her skirt and back up under its cover until my fingertips lightly stroked her satin covered pussy. I resumed my slow firm massage of her most private place as Karen moaned again and pushed back against my hard cock.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned aloud, as I pushed in at the top of her slit to circle her clit.
I moved my left hand to her other nipple and began to alternately tweak and roll first one, then the other. I felt Karen flex her hips up, thrusting herself onto my massaging fingers, unconsciously telling me I had found the right spot.

I no longer cared about right or wrong, I only cared about Karen and the pleasure she obviously craved.

I slid my right hand away from her pussy mound, causing her to mew in disappointment, and then slid it back under the side of her panties. I felt a few sparse pubic hairs tickle my fingertips as I returned to her firm, plump slit, and Karen groaned again as I slid my fingers down her hot slit to its base. I was surprised by how hot it felt to my touch and how wet she was becoming. I dipped my finger into her virgin entrance and drew some of her own moisture up her slit to cover her rapidly expanding clit.
"Oooooh," she sighed aloud, as I lightly pinched her clit and rolled it between my finger and thumb.

I repeatedly delved my fingers into her entrance and transferred her increasing wetness up to her clit. I slid my fingers around the firm lips of her pussy, rubbing her as I felt her flexing her hips up at my moving fingers. As I delved again for more of her succulence, Karen thrust up at my hand and pushed herself onto my middle finger to the second knuckle.
"Oh!" she yelped in surprise at the intrusion, and then relaxed and sighed, "Mmmm, that feels good."

I was surprised, but pleased, that I felt no barrier to my penetration; I didn't want anything to spoil my first time with her.

I kept my finger inside her tight, wet embrace and vigorously rubbed at her clit with my thumb, while maintaining my tweaking of her nipples. The double assault was making itself felt as Karen shook and squirmed in my arms, getting closer and closer.
"OOOH!" she called out, panting at the new wondrous feelings, "wa's... hap... en... ing?"
I could only guess that she had never had a climax before, so kept up the stimulation, driving her higher and higher.

"OH MY GOD!!!" she screamed as she finally exploded with a thunderous climax. Her tight hole clutched my invading finger even tighter as her body thrashed in my arms uncontrollably. Her hips still pumping at my hand where I continued to rub and pinch her clit, prolonging her orgasm as long as possible.

Karen's body slowly calmed as she panted for breath and rested back against me, while I softly kissed the nape of her neck and continued to lightly play with her still erect nipples.
"Oh WOW!" she exclaimed, and let out a tremendous sigh, "That was awesome!" then she squirmed to turn in my embrace, looked at me with adulation and I was surprised to see love shining in her eyes. "I love you Andrew," she said simply and softly, and then grabbed my head and pulled me to her and kissed me on the lips.
I returned the kiss with every ounce of love I felt for her, I slowly probed my tongue between her lips and was delighted when she sucked it in. We kissed long and passionate, our tongues duelling back and forth and I knew where I now wanted this to end up.

My finger was still encased in her tight little hole, and when I wriggled it around Karen moaned into my mouth. When I wriggled it again I felt small hands fumbling at the crotch of my pants, feeling my rock hard cock straining to be released. I pulled back from our first proper kiss, and stared into her deep soulful eyes. "Karen," I said tremulously, "I think... no, I know I love you. The joy suffusing her face made my heart soar. "I want... I want to make love to you... fully."

The look of surprise on her face was enough to speak volumes to me and my heart sank as if made of lead. I began to stammer, "I... I can wait if you want me to..."
Karen threw herself at me, hugged me tight and began plastering my face with kisses. "Oh, Andrew, I wanna love you too."
I hugged her tight to me and stood, lifting her into my arms. Taking great care I carried my precious burden up the stairs to my bedroom, all the while kissing her and being kissed by her. I then gently laid her down on my bed and continued to kiss her deeply and passionately, as I slipped my hand between her legs again to lightly caress her pussy through her soaked satin panties.

I pulled back from our kiss to look down at Karen's radiant face, and although she smiled at me and was clearly aroused, she looked a little frightened. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked, concern for her colouring my voice and face.
She nibbled at her lower lip in that enchanting way she had and shook her head. "No," she whispered, "but..."

I smiled reassuringly and kissed her lightly where she was nibbling. "If you say no at any point," I said seriously, "then I will stop, but I will never stop loving you."
She grinned up at me like a little girl in a toy store and nodded. "I love you too," she said brightly, sounding like a little girl, "I've loved you since you moved here three years ago." Then she smiled looking embarrassed, "But I was too scared to do anything then... but I'm not now," and she lifted her head to kiss me fiercely.

I moved my kisses along her jaw and down her throat, while undoing the buttons of her shirt. As I opened her shirt I continued kissing down her chest until I finally exposed her small budding breasts to my gaze. I kissed around her firm half-lemon sized titties and over her erect pencil eraser sized nipples. I sucked one nipple between my lips and played with it using my tongue while using my free hand on the other, and then switched. When Karen began to moan I sucked the whole tit into my mouth and ran my tongue all over it while sucking firmly, and then did the same to the other.

When I had her shirt fully undone I helped Karen slide it off and then continued my trip down her beautiful body. When I reached the base of her taut stomach I quickly slid her miniskirt off of her hips and then did the same with her sopping panties.
With another moan Karen parted her legs wide and I got my first look at her pleasure centre. There were some sparse red pubic hairs covering her mound above her slit, but her aroused fleshy labia were totally hairless.
As I leant in close to inhale her scent of arousal I could see her body trembling, I guessed with a mixture of fear and excitement. Her bald plump pussy lips were spread slightly with her clit standing proudly near the top of the slit. The slick evidence of her excitement covered her slit from her clit to her hole, and I lent over that little bit further and lapped up from her hole to her clit in one smooth lapping stroke.

As I expected she tasted divine, and I began to lap at her pussy with abandon; licking up her slit, sucking on her clit and trying to push my tongue into the depths of her cunt in search of her nectar. As I felt Karen begin her orgasmic rise again I slowly pushed my forefinger into her tight sheath meeting no resistance. I continued using my tongue on pussy slit and sucking and nibbling her clit while I slowly pumped my finger in her (possibly virgin) hole.

My continued finger and tongue stimulation of her cunt and clit quickly took her over the edge. Karen came with a yell of pure animal pleasure as she arched her back off of the bed, almost dislodging me from my devotions at her pussy, but I maintained my lip lock and lapped at her increasing juices.

While Karen was panting to regain her breath, I quickly stripped my own clothing off and poised my rampant prick at the entrance to her streaming cunt. When she was once again aware of her surroundings, I was rubbing the head of my dick through the slick heat of her slit and asked, "Do you want to continue?" fervently hoping that she would.
"Please Andrew," she moaned softly, "Please be gentle..."

I nodded my understanding and slowly pushed my dick into her once virgin hole. I slid smoothly and relatively easily into her hot, slick, velvet embrace. "Oh shit!" I moaned, as I looked down at where my dick disappeared into her tight cunt, "I'm actually fucking you!"
Karen lifted her head to see our obscene joining and groaned, "Oooh, so full..." and then continued, "Please, fuck me!"

Karen groaned as I slowly slid my steel hard shaft out of her and then back into her tight, hot embrace. I began a steady rhythm, pumping all the way in, until my balls slapped on her rounded butt cheeks, and then almost all the way out, until only the purple head of my dick remained inside her. I fucked into her with an even rhythm and then, as I felt her tight cunt relax to my invasion and get even wetter, I speeded up. Karen moved her legs up, wrapping them around my waist, and groaned as she twisted and squirmed under me.

Karen moaned and groaned as I fucked her hard and deep and fast. I wanted her to come first, so I lifted up slightly, and began rubbing her clit with my thumb in time to every plunge I made. As I thrust I could feel her body tighten and strain each time her clit was rubbed.

I looked deep into Karen's dark brown eyes and pounded deeply into her hot, wet and tight cunt as I tweaked her nipples. "I love you," I said earnestly, in time with my thrusts, "I love you, I love you, ..." over and over again like a mantra to keep me from cumming too soon. As I looked into her eyes and she looked into mine, I felt her relax and stop straining.

A few strokes later it hit her, her body went rigid as she squealed and came hard. The feel of her tight velvet cunt clamping down on my cock was the trigger for me to relax too. I bellowed as I came, the hot jiz boiling like lava up my shaft as I squirted what felt like gallons of cum deep into her womb.

When I could see straight again, looked down at her sweat drenched face and saw her looking up at me with adoration and love. "I love you," she croaked hoarsely.
"I love you too," I replied earnestly and honestly, and then bent over her and kissed her passionately and deeply.

Author's Note:
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