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.
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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