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Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2007 04:21:36 +0000
From: Smokey Bear <michbear@hotmail.com>
Subject: Taking Karly
Warning: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between consenting
adults. If you might be offended by this, or if you are not yet 18 years of
age, or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live,
then please stop now.
Taking Karly
by Daddy Bear
I had been dating Karly for about six months when all this happened.
I met her in a mall about 20 miles from the town we both live in. She was
really cute, wearing some tight jeans and a little top that didn't quite
cover her piereced belly button. She was way too young for a 50-year-old
geezer like me, but I couldn't keep my eyes off her.
After a while, it began to dawn on me. I know that girl. I didn't recognize
her at first, but after watching her for a while looking at panties in
Victoria's Secret, I realized that she was really Klint, a boy I'd met last
year while teaching a class at the high school.
After I'd figured who she--or he--really was, I walked up behind him and
said quietly, "Hello, Klint." She froze for a second, realizing she'd been
made, then turned slowly, looked up into my eyes, extended her hand, and
said, "I'm sorry. You must have mistaken me for someone else. I'm Karly."
Smiling, I said, "Yes, I guess I have mistaken you for someone else. So
sorry. May I buy you lunch to make up for such an egregious error"?
"Why, yes you may," she replied, and off we went to find a restaurant.
Over lunch, she never once stopped being Karly. She wasn't perfect, of
course. A couple of times I caught her sitting like a boy with her legs
spread a little too much. She was only 19, though, and not a full-time
girl, but all in all, she was a very attractive young lady.
She was so enchanting, I didn't want to just let her go. I suggested we go
for a ride. "And where would we go?" she asked.
"How about my place," I suggested. "We could have a drink."
"But I'm only 19," she said coyly. "Don't worry," I replied, smiling, "I
won't tell anyone."
So, it was off to my place. I had some bourbon and beer. She took a beer,
while I poured myself a bourbon. I sat down next to her on the couch, and
said, "So, Klint..."
She stopped me short. "No," she said, "let's get this straight. Whenever
I'm dressed like this, I'm Karly. Call me anything else and I'm outta
here."
"OK, OK," I said. "Karly, it is. Do you have a boyfriend." "N-n-no, I never
have had one," she answered shyly.
"So, you've never been kissed"?
"N-n-no, I haven't."
"You're a very pretty girl," I said, and reached out and touched her
face. She sighed and shrunk back a little. I sensed that she was scared,
but really wanted more, too. I leaned over and kissed her. She sighed
again.
When we came up for air, I asked, "Do you want to be my girl, Karly"? She
seemed conflicted, but nodded. "If you do, I'm going to insist that you be
all girl for me." Again, she nodded. "I mean it," I said, "You're going to
have to do things that girls do for men."
"Such as"? she asked with a little tremor in her voice.
I kissed her again, then took her hand at placed it on my now hard
cock. She pulled her hand back and protested, "No, I can't do that."
"Do you want to be a girl or not, Karly"? "If not...," I said, starting to
get up.
"NO! Stay!" she said. I leaned over to kiss her, placing her hand on my
cock again. This time, she didn't try to pull away. Instead, she began to
rub it through my pants.
We kissed for about 20 minutes, touching each other. In the process, we'd
both lost our shirts and pants, and now were in only our underwear. She was
wearing the cutest pink panties. I'd had fun touching her little tits and
playing with her nipples.
Sensing that she might be ready for more--and by this time I certainly
was--I said to her, "Karly, you're making me so horny." She looked a little
puzzled. I nodded down towards my crotch. "You need to help me out here."
"Ohhhhh, no. I can't do that," she said.
"Now, Karly," I said, "haven't we already been through this"?
"Y-y-yes, sir," she answered.
"Well, then"? I asked. She slid to the floor. I slid off my boxer briefs.
She seemed transfixed by my hard cock. She stroked it with her small, soft
hands and planted a kiss on it. A drop of precum appeared at the tip.
"Lick it," I commanded. I could tell she wanted to say no, but took a deep
breath and stuck out her tongue. She was a little confused by the taste,
but in a minute, she stuck out her tongue for more.
"Now, suck it," I told her. She opened up and took it into her warm, wet
mouth. We both moaned as she bobbed up and down on my dick. She really got
into it, and it wasn't long before I was cumming hard into her mouth. She
gagged on it, and let most of it drool out of her mouth, but what more
could I expect? It was her first time, after all.
I pulled her up and kissed her, discovering that her panties were all
wet. She'd come while sucking me off. She was so pretty and sexy, I just
wanted to squeeze her to death.
Karly and I began seeing each other regularly. We'd always meet at the mall
first, and she was always femme and pretty--and always eager to do whatever
I wanted. She easily passed, so we did all the things men and girls do
together on dates. Then, we would go to my place and fuck our brains out.
I'd see Klint every so often. Dressed in boy clothes, however, he
completely ignored me. I asked Karly about that one time. She said, "Well,
Karly loves you, but Klint thinks you're gay."
I asked, "If you had to choose to be either Karly or Klint, who would it
be?"
"Karly," she said quickly. Then, I told her that I wanted to take her away,
maybe move to Las Vegas. "You could be Karly all the time," I said. With
that, she got all flustered and ran out of my house. Over the next couple
of months, I'd bring it up from time to time. Almost invariably, I'd get a
similar response.
One day, I was at the drugstore, and saw Klint walk in. "Hey, how's it
going?" I asked. He turned right around and walked out of the store. By
this time, I'd had enough of this shit. I followed him out to the parking
lot, yelling for him to wait. He completely ignored me, hopped in his
pickup truck, and sped off. I jumped in my car and followed. As I
suspected, he was heading home.
He went into the house, and I wasn't far behind. He hadn't locked the door,
so I walked right in. "Hey, what the fuck are you doing here?" he asked.
"Look," I said, "I've had enough of your shit. I want you to pack all your
girl clothes right now. We're going to Las Vegas."
"I-I-I can't do that," she stammered.
"Why not?" You're not in school, and you got a crummy job. Anything's got
to be better than living here with your parents. Now, get packed and let's
go."
"No!" she screamed.
I swatted her on the ass. "What did I tell you about talking back to me
like that?" I grabbed her wrist and gave her another swat.
"No!" she screamed again. "You can't make me."
SWAT! I brought my hand down on her ass again. She started to get a little
teary. "Baby, you know I don't like punishing you, but if I have to, I have
to." She started crying, but she also started to pack.
About fifteen minutes later, she was still getting ready. I had told her to
put on some appropriate clothes and some makeup. She had chosen a short,
tight skirt and some heels. Just as she was applying her lipstick, her
family pulled into the driveway.
When her father came in and saw me standing in the living room, he shouted,
"Hey, who are you, and what the hell are you doing in my house?" I told him
who I was and that I intended to take his daughter away with
me. "Daughter?" he said, "I don't have a daughter."
On cue, Karly walked in. "Klint, is that you?" he asked. "What the fuck
have you done to my son?" He made a move towards me, but I clenched my fist
and warned him not to come any closer. He backed off a step or two. Karly's
mother was totally dumbfounded and close to tears.
"This isn't Klint anymore," I told them. "She's Karly, and she's going with
me." Her father got all red in the face again, and started towards, me, but
I clenched my fists again, and looked him straight in the eye. He knew I
meant business and backed off again.
"Want to show them, Karly?" I asked her.
"No," she said, "don't make me."
"Come on, baby, show your father who your daddy is now."
"Please don't make me do this," she pleaded. I just nodded towards my
crotch. She got down on her knees, unzipped me, and pulled out my cock. I
sighed as she closed her mouth around it.
"Well, I'll be," her father exclaimed, "he really is a fag." Her mother was
a total basket case.
"That's enough," I said, "we're leaving." I stuffed myself back into my
pants, helped her to her feet, picked up her suitcase, put my arm around
her, and escorted her to my car. We made it to Las Vegas twelve hours
later.
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That was ten years ago, and she's still a good girl for me. And she's even
sexier now that she's older. We got her on hormones shortly after arrived
in Las Vegas, and now she's got the sexiest ass and the cutest tits.
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