I was done; although I did not want to, I had to move off Karla so I could let my weight down on the bed. Beside her, I was still breathing heavily as I kissed her cheek and her ear, my hands back at her small but erotic chest. She had the sheen of sweat across her body, and I had to smile. Then, in an act that seemed crude in comparison to the beautiful time we had just shared, I reached to the floor for her T-shirt and used it to clean up the mess I had made. I snuggled in next her, holding her close in reassurance. Not a word had passed between us, and not a word needed to be said now. After about ten minutes, as the guilt and shame began to wash over me like a filthy tsunami, I thought unkindly of the cliche: that a hard cock has no conscience. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was nearly 3 in the morning. Did I damage this child in the last three hours? Did I ruin my own life? Karla lay flat on her back, her head on my left arm, and the rhythm of her breathing told me she had drifted off to sleep. In the darkness, I could see the outline of her slender body, and even as I felt guilty I could not resist the urge to lightly trace my fingers along her length. But that was wrong, and I chastised myself.
I awoke at 6:30, the faint light of morning filtering in through the heavy curtains. Karla and I were totally entwined, sleeping as lovers, and as we slept we had pulled the covers over ourselves. Her face was serene in the low light, and though I still could not see her deliciously slender body, my arms were wrapped around it. In my half-awake state, I loved the feel of her, and it only took a few minutes until my cock began to grow again. This jarred me awake, and the guilt and the fear returned in earnest. Untangling myself from Karla, I slipped out of bed, grabbed my clothes, and headed for the bathroom.
I had the shower on for several minutes and the room was steaming up. I was standing naked in front of the sink, leaning on the counter, looking at my own reflection as it disappeared in the fog, wondering what the hell I could have been thinking, when the door opened. Karla stood there, clearly surprised to see me, and I realized she assumed I was in the shower. For the first time I saw her naked and it took my breath away. Her small breasts were beautiful, rising up from the flatness of her breastplate more than I expected. Her stomach was as muscled as I well knew, and her hips narrow and girlish. Her thighs looked very strong, the muscles firm under sun darkened skin. And her small hairless pussy rose up from her flat abdomen invitingly. I gawked openly, not alert enough to realize how quickly I forgot the overwhelming shame I was feeling but a moment ago, my mind focused instead on the way she stared back at my own nakedness.
I asked: Were you planning on joining me?
Karla nodded, and I felt an instant stirring in my groin. For the first time, I thought of the boys in the other room and realized we shouldn't waste time, even though I could have stood there and stared at her naked beauty without tiring. It never even occurred to me not to do it. Stepping past Karla, I locked the door between the rooms. Then I took her hand and pulled the curtain aside. At first I simply held her close, feeling her tender body against my own as the hot water poured over us and my cock hardened against her groin. When I finally pushed her back to kiss her, my heart skipped a beat as her two hands immediately slipped between us and took hold of my member. I had noted earlier her lack of shyness about touching me, but circumstances were such that we never got back to it, yet I had no regrets. Now, feeling her hands on my rock hard cock was remarkable, and I simply stood there and let her explore. Karla's inexperienced hands were clumsy but eager, and she rubbed all round my cock and even fondled my balls, much to my enjoyment. She figured out how to stroke me on her own, and I had to wonder if this was instinctive, or mimicry of something she had seen. Her lack of technique was irrelevant, far over-powered by the sensory overload that my mind, and its awareness of what we were doing, provided. I was in no hurry, to say the least, and neither was she, but I knew time was limited. I turned Karla so she faced away from me and the shower head, and then backed her under the water to fully wet her hair. Then with a generous portion of shampoo, I tenderly washed Karla's hair, allowing my fingers to gently massage her scalp. Rinsing her clean, I repeated the process with conditioner, as Karla stood passively and let me serve her. pushed her away slightly, then took a bar of soap and began to build up lather between my two hands. For the first time I was able to admire her from the back, strong and narrow in the waist, then flaring ever so slightly around a tiny little butt, and I drank it in. Then I began to wash her, starting at her shoulders and working my way down.
There could be no experience to compare with standing naked and hard in a hot shower as I bathed a pretty eleven year old girl. My hands traced every square inch of Karla's body, using the soap as an excuse. Kneeling behind her to wash her lower legs and feet, my eyes were fixed on her ass, and my hands quickly joined them. Kneading her ass cheeks, my finger slipped down her crack until I found her tiny asshole. As I rubbed her anus, and lightly pressed inward, Karla offered only a sigh in response. Still kneeling, I turned her around and found myself face-to-face with her sweet little pussy. Repeating the routine, I washed my way up her legs, but I couldn't break my eyes away from my object of desire. Karla's thighs felt remarkably strong under my hands, and then my hands were on her pussy, washing her inside and out as my fingers explored her intimately. Finally I rose up and worked my way to her glorious breasts. So young and sweet, I couldn't resist the urge to tenderly kiss each one before I smothered them in soap suds. With great reluctance I switched places with Karla and rinsed the conditioner from her hair and the soap from her body. Once again my hands covered every inch of her, as I turned her under the spray. When I was done, I was delighted to see her reach for the shampoo. It was almost comical that I had to kneel, and it's possible she got more soap in my eyes than my hair, but I wouldn't have stopped her no matter what. Rinsed clean I stood, and she mimicked my earlier actions, starting at my shoulders and working her way down, only moving much quicker. She even probed at my ass, much to my delight. However, she had a target in mind and had me turn. Washing my body quickly, she then focused on my hard cock, lathering me up with obvious relish. I watched in wonder as her small hands stroked my manhood and fondled my balls, certain she was an angel from heaven.
Feeling the urgency of time, I had to end it before I was ready, stepping under the spray as Karla rubbed the soap from my body. When she unexpectedly knelt before me and kissed the end of my cock, the shock I felt was real, and it would be much later that I would figure out she had actually seen her mother do this, and knew from that experience that it was something a guy liked. I was stunned to learn this, but not nearly as stunned as when I watched her open her mouth and cover the end of my cock. The warm wetness of her mouth was incredible, and the moan that slipped from my lips came from the heart. Karla could only take a small portion of my cock into her youthful mouth, but she took all she could and the gleam in her eyes as she looked up at me told me she was as 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…