Chapter 1

"Come on, Mark, fuck me some more."

I must have had the most ridiculous 'WTF' expression on my face when I looked over at Ingrid.

"Ingrid," I sighed, "I've fucked you to orgasm twice in two hours. The last one just 15 minutes ago, I can't take anymore. I'm dead below the waist."

"That's OK, I can take a challenge," she said, giving me one of her most irresistable smiles.

Her arm, which was lying across my chest slid further down. I looked away from my bedroom window, and the monday afternoon sun peeking through the slightly parted drapes, as her hand cupped my balls. What the hell had I created? Given time, I knew she'd like cock, but damn, she was fucking insatiable. When I had enough, she wanted more, I was gonna get old before my time. Ingrid's lips followed the trip her hand had taken, ending at the base of my limp dick. She started slobbering her wet tongue all over it. As unreal as sex was with her, there was no way I was gonna get it up again. Not in the least bit deterred by my limp state, she took the whole thing in her mouth and despite my exhausted state, I could feel myself begin to stir inside her cheek. Her tongue was so expert by this point I did eventually swell to full size inside her warm mouth. Unfuckingbelievable! Was there noting this sexcrazed little chick couldn't do. Only when I was fully engorged in her mouth did she come off my dick with a loud slurp.

"Told you so."

I could feel her smile around my cock when she took me back in. The girl owned me and she knew it. She relished the power she had over me, she'd admitted as much.

"You drive me insane, Ingrid, God, suck that cock. Oh yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah."

She deepthroated me for a long time, it must have been a personal record. She'd grown to love holding me in as long as she could. Even if I could manage to cum again, this was going to last for a while. Her tongue was now circling my incredibly swollen cock as she pumped my shaft between two fingers. God, how lucky I was for going to the mall that day. Her bubbly personality, her sense of humour, her chatterbox mouth and neverending smiles making me fall deeper and deeper in love everyday. She has such an animated face, it's a pure joy just to sit and gaze at her whenever she's talking. The way she would lie on top of me, head on my shoulder, none of us really saying anything, yet the silence never getting uncomfotable, just enjoying the feeling of our entwined bodies pressed together.

"Return the favour," I heard her say.

Quickly, she climbed up to my face, pressing her swollen clit against my nose. I flickered my tongue against it like a snake. Ingrid twisted around to make her body point the other way. Then her tongue was on my balls. Tingles went up my spine from the sensational feeling. My balls were a little too heavy to get fully in her mouth, so she would always suck on one stone at a time. Sucking was the order of the day after that, her on my dick and me on her clit. I was deeply buried in her throat when she furiously started humping my face, so I stuck my tongue up her hole. It was quite puffy and open from my previous fast and furious penetration. There is nothing like holding her clenching ass when she does this and I did it as usual. I pushed on her asscheeks to impale her even more on my tongue while bucking my own hips, shoving myself down her throat. We were bumping and grinding like crazy, our bodies melded together.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Ingrid yelled suddenly and I felt a small gusher explode all over my mouth. The more she got laid, the more ejaculating she seemed to become. She was cuddling my hard shaft, pressing her cheek against it as she finished her delicious taste on my face. She'd gotten quite the pottymouth too, expletives coming fast and furious during her orgasm. When she was done she went right back to blowing me. Oh, if only I had her stamina! She was still eager to get laid though and sat up, her small butt resting on my abs. I reached for her nipples to rub the hard nubs with my thumbs. She commanded me to lick them, pulling me up to press my face to her chest. Back and forth I went on a delightful nipplehunt, her great tasting skin a delightful mix of natural girl scents and sweat.

"Fuck, you are gorgeous, Ingrid. I love you, sit on my cock, please."

Eagerly complying, she lifted her little ass, scooting back until her sweet pussy was right above my big hardon. Grabbing my shaft, she rubbed her opening against the dicks head.

"That feels so good. So big and hard, and all mine. Mmmmhhhhh," Ingrid moaned.

She pressed down and half my cock slid in easily due to her hole already being royally screwed that day. Ingrid slowed down though, as she liked to feel the penetration as much as possible. When my pubic hair eventually met her skin she gave a sigh of relief.

"You really do miss it when I'm not inside don't you?" I asked as she gound her butt around in small circles.

"You were right, Mark, once you get used to it, it's the greatest feeling in the world."

"Ride me, baby, push that amazing hole of yours up and down."

Ingrid wasn't the type that needed to be asked twice. Up she went slowly, down she went hard, licking her pouty lips seductively in satisfaction whenever I got buried ballsdeep in her.

"That's better, more cock. Fuck me , Mark. Yes, fuck me."

Her up and down motion went faster. And faster. I could only lie there and take it. Our first fuck had been quick, but the second lasted nearly 20 minutes, and here she was again, happily riding away, no sign of stopping as the minutes ticked by. Her firm little breasts barely bounced as she jumped up and down on me. I grabbed them, groping and pinching. But nothing could make me cum and her ride was starting to get to her, making her tired and sore.

"Baby. I'm sorry, but I don't have one in me allready."

She shook her head no, saying she wanted cum and could do this all day. Time kept passing though and she just had to slow down.

"Come on, Mark, you can do it. Oh, please, shoot your load in me."

Nothing.

"Come on you stupid cock, do your job" she said, frustrated.

But she was obviously done for. She might not be a virgin but she wasn't a whore either. Disappointed, she collapsed on me. I rubbed her ass while she was panting on top of me.

"There will be plenty more Ingrid, just not right now"

"Maybe my mouth will help."

Was she really gonna go down on me? Yup, an actual fucking blowjob! I had to laugh at how stubborn she was. She wanted that sperm and just wouldn't take no for an answer. And she doesn't even really like the taste. It took me half an hour of that treatment before I finally came.

"Fuck yeah!!!!" she yelled when my jizz exploded in her face.

She fell down between my thighs, her small tits pressed against my chest, her face up in mine. I licked my cum off her pretty face, then kissed her, sharing it between us. Clean, Ingrid fell asleep. I'd never experienced her sleeping before. Her warm breath was right under my adamsapple. She was snoring slightly and it was about the cutest thing I had ever heard. I manouvered us into the spooning position, me behind of course, her beating heart and soft stomach under my hands. I dosed off myself and we were out of it for a couple of hours. When I came to I reluctantly woke her up.

"Time to go home, Ingrid."

She didn't respond and I got in front of her, shaking her shoulder.

"Wake up, sweetie, time to go."

Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me.

"More cock?" she asked.

I smiled, my hand going up and down her arm. I shook my head no, telling her she had to go. She hugged me tightly to herself.

"Don't make me go. I wanna stay here. Sleep in your arms tonight. Please, Mark, please?"

God, how I wanted her too, but I knew it wasn't possible. I rubbed her warm back as she refused to let me go.

"I wanna stay here forever, live with you, to never have to let you go again."

"Can you get your mother to take you to the movies soon?" I asked her.

Ingrid drew back, looking at me. I had been thinking about a plan that just might get her her wish; that was to reintroduce myself to her mother. I'd have to eventually anyway. We'd been lucky so far, but even with her freedom, hours spent with me was hours not spent with her friends. That, coupled with her presence in my building, me picking her up in my car, even though blocks away from her neighbourhood, it was a miracle something hadn't gone wrong. It couldn't last forever.

"I have a plan. Not to get you to live here, but maybe at least sleep over."

Her whole face lit up at the prospect, she begged me for detail. I told her to get dressed and I would. By the time I was done you would think Ingrid was five again, the way she was bouncing with exitement. She gave me a long lingering kiss before she opened the front door.

"This is gonna work, I know it will," Ingrid smiled happily on the drive back.

I hoped she was right.

Chapter 2

Ingrid did get her mom to agree to take her to the movies. As I walked in there at six she was standing with her mom, buying sweets for the movie. I could only see her mom from behind and she hadn't changed a bit, same size, same hair, same ugly bag. Ingrid spotted me but turned away again. Good girl, I needed this meeting to go off completely random. I saw her mom go over to the popcorn and followed her. She reached for the bigsize.

"Still crazy about the popcorn I see," I said over her shoulder, making her spin around.

I had groomed myself thanks to my money, cut my hair short and definately dressed better, so she didn't realise who I was right away.

"Mark, is that you?"

"The one and only."

She looked me up and down and seemed to like what she saw.

"How are you?" I asked her.

"I'm doing OK. So apparantly are you, I almost didn't recognise you."

"Big changes in my life since last time, Shelley. You here by yourself? You never liked going to the movies alone before."

She laughed, making me smile too, she looked so much like Ingrid when she laughed. Shelley pointed over to where Ingrid was pretending to look at sodas.

"There's my girl, she wanted some Mommy time so I thought what the hell."

"She's grown," I said.

Shelley called her daughter over. God, Ingrid looked great. She was wearing a sleeveless summerdress that went halfway down her thighs. Her hair were hanging in pigtails down to her shoulders. There's nothing much yummier than her dressed in pink that's for sure. It was weird having to pretend to see eachother for the first time in years after everything that had happened, but we managed to pull it off. No physical contact, but we did act happy to see eachother again. It was important that we were 'getting along' from the start.

"What movie are you seeing, Mark?" she asked.

I told her the one I knew full well they were there to see. It was Shelley that suggested we sit together, so that's what we did. She sadly sat between me and Ingrid, but I took it with a smile. After the movie we came back out to rain.

"Great, and we who took the bus," Shelley complained. I guessed she still relied on her men to drive her places.

I offered to send them home in a cab.

"I can't let you do that, Mark."

"Sure you can."

With that I walked her over to my car. Shelley's reaction to the Viper were very similar to her daughter's. She looked at me in confusion. I whispered in her ear the amount of money I had won. The expression bugeyed suddenly made sense to me.

"You're kidding right?"

I told her my address.

"You're not kidding are you?"

"Tell you what. Why don't I send for you tomorrow and you can see for yourself."

Shelley smiled, then the smiled dimmed.

"I believe you, Mark. But I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate that."

"Bring him. I'd like to meet him," I said.

Her smile was back. "Well, OK then. Shall we say around five?"

"Great. Bring Ingrid too, unless she has plans."

"Hehe. I don't think I could keep her away. She missed you for a long time when we split."

I held my hand out to Ingrid, who took it. I hugged her to my side, telling her I had missed her too.

"I'm surprised you haven't had kids of your own by now, Mark," Shelley said, "You were so great with Ingrid. Even now."

"I still want kids. Just need the right mother first," I said with a laugh.

I called for a cab. As far as steps one is concerned, I think Ingrid and I pulled that off pretty well.

Five the next day all three of them were in my apartment. Damn, what a loser Shelley had picked that time. He must have been at least 30 and dressed like a high school jock. I doubt most females would be very impressed with the raggedy old football team jacket. Jeez.

"Well. I certainly believe you about the money, Mark," Shelley said. "This place is really something."

I showed them all around, exept of course the girls room I had made for Ingrid. Mental note, get rid of it in case Shelley ever came back.

"Your porno room or something?" the boyfriend said, nudging me in the side when the ladies walked off.

I just gave a short laugh, trying to put as much friendlyness as I could into it. It went right over his head. I had ordered a meal from a nearby restaurant and everybody sat down to dig in. After the food Ingrid asked to use my computer for a little while. I 'showed her' where to find it. Back in the dining room I checked for missing silverware, I just couldn't help it with the loser in the room.

"Ingrid is ensconsed in facebook. She seems to be doing well," I said.

Shelley smiled fondly.

"Ingrid is one of the good ones. Between her friends and her athletics she keeps pretty busy. She's quite the outdoors kinda girl. Facebook, like now, is a rarity. Now that's it's summer I hardly ever see her exept for dinner. Even after that she goes right back out again."

"Yeah, great girl," the loser chimed in. "Gives the lady and I plenty of time for grownup stuff," he laughed. Such a hilarious man.

We chatted away for half an hour or so before the loser started getting restless.

"Time to go, honey," he said. He probably wanted to get laid the way he was looking at Shelley.

Perfectly timed, Ingrid came back out.

"Mom, this place is awesome. Do you think we could stay a little longer?"

"Sorry, honey, but maybe we can do this again sometime," her mother said.

Then the loser spoke up and jumped in my approval rating a bit.

"Why don't we let the munchkin (munchkin, really!) stay behind. The adults can get some alone time and she can have some fun too." He presented it as the best solution in the world. For once I weren't gonna disagree with him.

Shelley looked over at all of us.

"Maybe Mark has other plans."

"Please Mom, please Mark."

"Let them talk about it. Come on, Ingrid, show me the computer," the loser said. OK, his name is Morgan.

"It's OK with me, Mark," Shelley said when they were gone. "If you can drive her home that is, she'll probably be hard to get rid off now that it still rains."

"I'll have her home by 11. It was the truth yesterday when I said I had missed her, having her here really would be a pleasure."

"11 it is. Take her home earlier though, if you change your mind."

"I will. Don't worry, we'll be fine."

"No worries, if I trust her with anyone, it's you."

I must admit, guilt washed over me when I heard that.

10 minutes or so later, Ingrid and I were alone with her Mom's blessing. To say Ingrid was all over me would be an understatement. The last couple of hours of pent up frustration made me no better. Seeing Shelley had been great, but I had lusted after Ingrid the whole time. No words were spoken, I just held Ingrid by her pigtails, stearing her towards my room. At the foot of the bed I yanked her yellow jeans and panties down around her ankles. I pushed her face down and struggled to get my own pants off. Climbing on top of her, I steered my cock up between her thighs to enter her cunt from behind. My shaft penetrated her fully in one swift thrust. Our legwear were around our ankles as I pounded away without pause. The bedsprings were working overtime with us doing it as furiously as we were. No foreplay, no words, just a child and an adult desperate for eachother, primal lust at it's finest. I didn't last long, soon I pulled out and watched four spurts of semen explode all over her pretty buttocks. I weren't the one to leave underage females unsatisfied when I was done myself, so I dove down on her. An orgasm later we rested, cuddling. I was working on her second orgasm when were interrupted by my cell ringing. It was Shelley. To say talking with her, with her little girl's naked body next to my own, was surreal, was an understatement. For some reason, I felt the need to pull the covers over her. I looked at my watch. Wow, three hours spent allready. Even with our rest, how was my tongue still attached?

"Hey, Mark. Listen, I don't wanna be a bother, but things took a different turn than expected, Morgan is drunk and I'm getting a little tipsy too. Do you think you can take Ingrid back in the morning instead? I don't want her home for this, she hates it when I'm drunk. Would you mind terribly?"

"Don't worry, Shelley. It's OK, I'll keep her. Would noon tomorrow be OK?"

"Thanks, Mark. See you then."

Ingrid went ballistic when I hung up.

"The night? The whole night?" she said, jumping up off her back and onto her feet in one smooth move. She started bouncing with happiness. If you've never seen a 12 year old girl jumping naked on a bed, you haven't lived.

Thank God for alcohol and assholes named Morgan.