I'd looked forward to wake up next to my baby every bit as much as she had. I found myself on my back, her head resting on my shoulder, warm breath on my collarbone. Both an arm and a leg were across my body, the kid still asleep. My hand trailed down her back and I cupped one of her cheeks, squeezing gently before dozing off again. The next time I opened my eyes I found Ingrid in front of me, the two of us face to face, only me awake. A small kiss later I just looked at her, admiring her pretty sleeping face. I stroked her cheek, brushed her hair behind her ear. In response, she reached for me, gripping me in her sleep. I puller her tighter in return, the two of us clinging to eachother. Her soft snores lulled me back to sleep. When I woke the third time I found her black eyes looking at me. I gave her a smile and she gave my lips the softest kiss.

"Did you sleep well, baby?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure did. I awoke a few minutes ago and I've just been staring at you. Waking with your arms around me was so awesome."

I rolled over on my back, stretching contentedly. When I got back on my side, Ingrid turned around and I grabbed her from behind, molding myself to her back; her skin slightly cool against my own. My cheek rested on hers and I pushed my hand down between her warm thighs. Ingrid dozed off again, while I stayed awake, pulling the covers over us, enjoying the feel of her body warming up. My eyes got a little heavy so I joined her in sleep. An hour or so later I woke up to find her rubbing against me. I must have hardened in my sleep beacause I found it nestled between her cheeks.

"Mark, make love to me."

I threw off the covers and lifted her leg. Ingrid winced in pain when I slipped my morning wood inside her.

"Sorry, honey, you're bound to be sore after last night. I'll stop if you want."

But Ingrid can handle pain and really wanted to try morning sex. She winced audibly when I started fucking her.

"My brave girl," I told her as I kept going.

Despite the strain on her vaginal walls Ingrid got into the groove of things.

"Mark, Mark, Mark, fuck me slo-o-o-w; it's so-o-o-o-o nice."

"Liar! I know this hurts."

"Okay, it fucking hurts," she told me a few minutes later.

Keeping it in mind, I took her very carefully. Ingrid worked feverishly at her clit and soon climaxed, lubricating herself for my further thrusts. My need to let go wasn't far behind. She dropped her leg, trapping me inside her, squeezing her vagina around me, literally milking my load out of me. It was quite a load too, it squirted and squirted inside her immature body.

"What a wonderful way to wake up, Mark. It was everything I had hope for and more."

I had to agree with her on that one. We stayed in bed for another two hours, occasionally nodding off for a few minutes. We just couldn't find the desire to get out of bed.

"What happened last night, Mark? One minute we were doing it and the next I was sleeping in your arms."

I told her what happened and she looked big eyed at me.

"I fainted?"

I started laughing loudly and she got a little angry. But when I didn't stop, my laugh became too infectious and we were lying there howling until tears were streaming down our faces.

"In all fairness I did you really hard last night."

"At least I woke up again so I could fall asleep in your arms. I tried so hard to delay sleep but, in the end, I had to just give up."

We kissed and cuddled for a little while longer before she got up to go to the kitchen and fetch a drink. She was gone for a while and I got up to follow her. I found her in the living room, in front of the floor to ceiling windows, looking out at the view of downtown. She was doing the split while resting on her elbows. OK, that was fucking erotic, showing off both her tight sphincter and spread wide, not to mention recently fucked, pussy. She looked over her shoulder when I sighed out loud.

"What?"

"You. Damn, you're fine! You should see yourself; perfect, just perfect."

"Come on. I don't look that good."

She giggled when I gave her a strong WTF look.

"Hey, I don't say what I don't mean, sweetie. By the way, isn't that position painful?"

"Nah, the split is nothing."

It sure made her look incredibly fuckable. I just wanted to....no, for once I restrained myself. Instead, I offered breakfast. She straightened up, put her legs in front of her and stood up, demanding bacon and eggs. I had put butter in the pan when she slipped her hands around my waist from behind. She was stroking my meat while we waited for the butter to melt. Kisses showered my shoulders. While the food was frying, I turned around, held her, Ingrid kneading my asscheeks. She sat naked on my lap when she ate, my cock up between her thighs, her fingers rubbed my cockhead as she wolfed down.

"I like a girl with an appetite."

"I burn a lot of calories in a day so I need some to burn."

Ingrid leaned back against my chest while she drank a glass of milk. Done, she continued playing with my cockhead.

"Doesn't this thing ever go down?"

"What can I say, it's met it's soulmate." I stroked her slit.

Ingrid lifted off me and then pushed her pussy down my cock.

"Then let them have fun."

Once again we made love slowly. I lifted her up and dropped her back down my tool, small breaks between every time, savouring it. She turned around, kissed me, and rode me further. Her moans were low, but more and more frequent.

"Ahhhhh. Oh, Mark. Love it...so nice."

She drew in a breath, let it out, making sounds, breathing, moaning, loud and soft.

"Mmmmhhhh. Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh, Mark, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yeeeeeees!!"

I put her on the table as I was ready to cum too. Her orgasm was still riding her when my own joined it. I ejaculated away along with her juiceflow. I was panting;

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, Gooooood!"

Her heel rubbed up and down my butt while I went limp inside her. A flow of honey and sperm fell out of her with my dick. I drew a bath and we took one together, nothing sexual happened, though I made note to do that a later date. She sat between my legs as I untangled her pigtails, washed her hair. I stepped out first and washed her back. I dried her hair with a hairdrier and it ended up fresh and shiny. After, Ingrid found my camera and took several pictures of me as I got dressed.

"Now me."

In her room, she slipped on a pair of light blue panties, doing a slow 360 for me, her panties clutching on to her perfect ass like a second skin as I clicked away. Then she hugged me, while I reached for her butt, feeling the thin fabric as they concealed her spongy cheeks. Next, she put on a pair of tight girls jeans in pink and I took many topless shots of her wearing them. The red and white striped top she put on was tight, clinging to her upper body, like she had put it on when it was too big, then simply grown into it.

"Try not to pose all the time, honey, candid shots of you doing normal things are awesome too."

I followed her royal hotness throughout the house as she watched some TV, used the computer, washed her hands, and brushed her teeth. Many photos later, it was time to get the shirt off. I took several pics as she slowly pulled it over her head. We recreated the pose from the night before when she leaned, hands overhead against the doorframe. Next, we maneuvered over to the bedroom where she pretended to have fallen asleep in many positions.

"Get on your back with both pillows under your head. Put your hands behind your head, too," I told her.

She did as instructed, looking positively breathtaking, her stretched skin partly showing off her ribs, while her beautiful armspits were on display. I stepped forward and put my nose in her pits, drawing in the freshly washed skin. I've got kind of a armpit fetish so I spent along time licking there. Reluctantly I ended it.

I need her jeans off so I had her stand, posing with her zipper open. She slowly pushed the jeans down her hips, letting it go sometimes, holding it up others. Finally, it fell. I walked around her during this, catching images from every angle. I recreated the bedshots of her in jeans with the same one's in her panties.

"Put one hand behind your head and use the other to hook your panties with your thumb."

I had to restrain myself from not jumping her again when she did as I asked. She also rested her hand on top of her crotch. She was being such a trooper, closing her eyes, licking her lips, smiling, whatever I asked throughout the whole photoshoot. I followed her all over the apartment for candid shots as she wore only her panties.

"I wanna get naked," she said, proving to be quite the exhibitionist.

I took a few more pics as she undressed from the panties too and then she was standing there in all her nude glory. We did exactly the same things we had done with her clothes on. She did whatever I asked, spreading her asscheeks to show me her anus, pushing her vagina close to the lens, laying on her back with legs spread, touching herself everywhere. Imagine it, she did it. She even masturbated for the camera and I hoped her juices flowing were caught in the photos. Though freshly washed, she posed while taking a shower.

After an hour of this she collapsed on my bed.

"Bet you want me real bad now, huh?" she asked me.

My underwear was soaked with precum so, yes, I wanted her really fucking bad.

"Take me, Mark; make love to me again."

I jumped next to her on the bed and our lovemaking got quite frenzied. Ingrid tore my clothes off and naked, I had her face down, kissing her peachfuzzy neck.

"God Ingrid, you're so fucking hot, I love your round, perfect ass," I groaned, humping it.

She turned around under me and suddenly, without warning, shoved a finger up my ass. Despite the sudden pain, I asked for more. She got three fingers up there that she fucked me with. I plunged inside her pussy, with several brutal thrusts before pulling out. She look down to see me between her legs.

"Damn, that thing used to scare me," she told me. "And now I can't live without it. I'm still sore down there and still I'm longing to have it back in me."

I climbed higher to straddle her face, taking her in the mouth. Manouvering around so we could 69 I attacked her clit. Damn, freshly washed pussy tasted great. Ingrid sucked on me hard for a while, then took me out to simply cuddle up to my cock and balls. I looked down to see her toes curl and honey assaulted my tastebuds. Then the sweet nectar soothed my throat.

"Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God," she repeated, over and over.

I sat up, ready for more action.

"You make so happy, Mark. I could orgasm all day. But I don't think I can take more sex now. I'm so sorry," she said.

Ingrid got on all fours and crawled towards the end of the bed. Chuckling, I jumped onto my knees, took hold of one of her ankles and yanked her towards me.

"Come here, you little brat. Someone is waiting and he's very hungry."

Her smaller body weren't to hard to flip over, her small thighs weren't to hard to spread and get between.

"Please, Mark, keep that swollen, cum dripping, huge prick away from me." She was giggling as she said it, the little tease.

"God, no. NOOOO!. It's too sore," she said with a laugh.

"Get ready to get fucked, baby" I laughed and finally entered her. Her kiddie cunt was defenseless against my hard manliness as I tore inside her.

"Damn, I am still sore."

"I can stop, you know."

"Don't you dare."

"You asked for it, babe. Let's get laid," I said, as I withdrew just far enough to ram all of myself back in her again.

I looked up at the mirror over the bed, seeing my butt pump slowly up and down, but soon gaining speed, faster, faster. In the end, her legs were over my shoulders. She looked so young and vulnerable underneath me. Nothing would ever make me as horny as she did if I lived to be a hundred. Spread-eagled underneath me she gripped my shoulders, digging her nails into my flesh when she felt flashes of pain. Yet she made no attempt to stop me. Her strength always impressed me. The pain she showed on occasion would have had me crying for my momma when I was 12.

"Slow down, Mark," she finally asked.

No problem. Ingrid was purring like a cat as I took her extremely slow. I gently inserted my cock all the way in when my cum spurted deep within her core.

"Get behind me, hold me, Mark," she told me.

I did and stroked her young exhausted body, feeling her heart beat hard and fast.

"Oh God. I won't be able to take cock for at least a week," she panted.

"You, my baby girl, are just incredible. I'm glad I don't have a dildo or I'll bet there'd be hell to pay."

Ingrid found that very funny because it was so accurate.

"You wouldn't be able to walk for a week," she laughed loudly.

It was now 11.30, so I guessed we had to leave as I had promised to get her home by noon.

Shelley looked like she had been crying when we arrived at the house.

"What's the matter, something happen?" I asked her sympathtically.

"You could say that. I woke up to find another woman at the bottom of my bed this morning. Turned out to be one of Morgan's three girlfriends. I sure know how to pick'em, don't I? "

Ingrid hugged her mom and I told her how sorry I was. Three girlfriends? How did that loser manage that. I bet he looked pretty pathetic when the girlfriend dragged him out of Shelley's bed.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I went to open the door as the ladies hugged. Outside was a girl that looked to be about 12 years old. Light brown hair that went nearly all the way to her butt in a whiplike braid, green eyes, a pair of glasses, major gap between her front teeth. I rarely say this about a child, but the girl was kinda ugly, does that make me mean? One thing about her though, below the neck she was fucking DIVINE!!!!! A little shorter than Ingrid, thinner bodybuild, though nothing skinny, smaller chested too, skin with a dark mahogany tan.

"Hi, I'm Anniken," Ingrid said behind me.

Ah, so this was Anniken. She walked by me inside. DAYUM!!! Now that was a bubblebutt if I ever saw one. She wore a midriff baring top and jeans that hung low off her boyish, slightly curvatious hips, barely held up by her seriously generous globes. She was there to see if Ingrid were available to come outside for a while. Shelley encouraged her to go so Ingrid didn't have much choice.

"See you soon, honey," I told her.

"Bye, Mark, thanks for yesterday and this morning."

Then she was gone. I tried to be there for Shelley for a while, took her for a drive in the Viper to cheer her up. She took the wheel some. I'd been wrong about her relying on men to take her around. She'd gotten a license since we were together and only took the bus because her car had broken down a month back. Back at the house, Ingrid was still gone. We talked some more and Shelley got a little, shall we say, reboundflirty. Hand on my arm, locking eyes and so on. We stood up and she kissed me. Hard, hungrily. I took her in my arms, returning the kisses. The bedroom got closer, but all I could visualise was Ingrid. This was a mistake, big mistake. I pulled away, went to the living room.

"I'm sorry, Shelley. I don't think we should do this."

We'd fought in the past and I saw her jaw firm up in a familiar way. The woman did not like rejection. I tried to explain how it would be a mistake but she wasn't listening, getting cold and distant, asking me to leave. I had to make things right, I couldn't lose Ingrid now, not over this. But she wasn't listening. So I didn' have much choice but to go. I sat in my car, closed the door.

Fuck!

Now what?