Chapter 1

My hands gripped the bars of the weights I was gonna attempt to benchpress. They went up easily, down to my chest easily, up again though, was hard. It just wouldn't happen, the pounds pressing down on my chest. And for some strange reason, I was naked. What the fuck? My eyes opened up. A dream. Though the weight was there, I focused in the slight dark to find Anniken's eyes looking down on me. Smiling, she kissed me, her chest pressing against my own. I closed my arms around her, finding her braid gone, her long, long hair covering the fair skin on her back. Her ass slid into my palms, that perfect, bubbly ass, flesh so tender, like extra firm pudding. The feel of naked body on naked body was spectacular.

God we, were naked, she must have slipped my boxers off. Shit! Shelley! I tried to sit up, but Anniken covered my mouth with her smooth palm.

"It's OK. Ingrid's mom is asleep, sound asleep."

Anniken reached down between us, grabbed my throbbing erection, guiding it to her cunt, pressed her body down. This was so dangerous, so very dangerous, but holy shit, her pussy; her small, tight, warm, moist, slick, slimy pussy. I slipped in quite easily and she soon worked up a quick rhythm, grinding her chest up and down mine, riding my dick, kissing me hard, whimpering against my lips. I was lost in the feel of her smoldering hot body, gripping her buttocks hard, starting to meet her riding body with thrusts of my own. I just wanted to groan out loud, but didn't dare. Anniken rode me faster, sticking her tongue across mine. I was shoving my dick inside her to the point that I lifted my butt and her body off the couch. I pushed my ass into the cushions as well, to gain momentum behind my thrusts. I gripped her warm, sweaty body tight as I drove my shaft inside her little peepee. She hugged my neck hard as I pushed her in the air again and again and again. We slowed speed, instead I focused on force, shoving myself inside, still lifting her, kept it all the way in for 4 seconds or so, then drew back, making her wait just a little for my next thrust. I had never shoved my cock this hard up a pussy in my life. Her mouth was pressed to my ear, mixing her whimpers with my grunts. I took one last heave with my body, keeping myself inside her as my hot cum blasted inside her in a massive orgasm.

"That was more than I bargained for. Since I got used to fucking, no one has ever made it hurt before," she said.

"You're one tough, impressive girl, Anni. But you should go back to bed, just in case."

She slowly got to her feet, patted my now limp dick and sauntered off.

"Thanks for the Anni. No one's ever called me that before," she said in the doorway to Ingrid's room, smiling at me.

Fuckin A, what a body! I'm sorry, but her slim, lithe body is just born for sex. It's like God himself created it just for the purpose of being attractive and desirable, not to mention fucked. If that had gone unused it would have been a pure shame. Sleeping with her was different from Ingrid. With her it was based on love and affection, but with Anniken it was just for the pure pleasure of it, no emotions involved, just one hot, fine piece of m...

Did that make me sound as much as a childmolester as I suddenly felt? I realised I'd used her as a piece of meat twice now, more concerned with my pleasure than hers. I didn't even try an orgasm for her this time, just got what I wanted and sent her off. Just because she was willing and I didn't love her, she deserved better, no matter how hot she was. If there was a third time between us things would have to change.

On more than one issue. Did I just fuck a 12 year old girl with another adult in the house? I looked at my watch. 6 am. Only coming from her job 3 hours earlier, Shelley was probably wasted and out for the night, but that didn't occur to me until just then. I went to look at the girls, finding Ingrid face down, the palm of her right hand resting on the back of her other hand, her cheek on top of both. God, she was a sight. She must have taken her shirt off, cause she was topless, covers up to her waist, her sleek, smooth back was on display for me. Anniken was snoring next to her friend, nothing on her exept her shorts, her beautiful butt rising like a small mountain below her lower back. If there were to be a picture next to the word eroticism in the dictionary it should be one of the sight before me. I walked over, carefully caressed their warm backs, gave them each a soft kiss on their succulent lips and went back to sleep on the couch.

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"Wake up, sleepyhead." This time Ingrid was there, shaking me awake by the shoulder. 10 am. She kissed me, licking at my lower lip. I sat up, pushed her away.

"Come on, no more stupid risks. Mom's home."

Hey, me a responsible adult? Who'd have thunk it. Ingrid pouted, but listened.

"I'll look out for her," Anniken said behind Ingrid.

She walked over and looked through the keyhole. She held up her fingers in the AOK sign. Ingrid smiled, put her bare foot between my legs, rubbed my crotch with the bottom of her sole. I shook my head, pushed her foot away. It came right back, her wiggling toes playing with my penis through my boxers. Her foot pressed a little harder.

I got up. Enough of this, I didn't care if Anniken was looking straight at Shelley.

"Bitch!"

"Coward!"

Anniken giggled at us. I took the two of them for a ride to get something nice for breakfast in bed for Shelley. First, I found an open stretch of road and pressed the car up to 120 mph. The girls squealed in fright and delight. We got some pastries at a bakery, then went and got coffee, bacon and eggs from a diner and hurried home to avoid it getting cold. Shelley was still asleep, but were delighted to be woken to freshly served food. Shortly after, Anniken's dad came and picked her up. I wanted a last hug, but couldn't really see an opening. Though still hot, I didn't see her as a sexobject for once, just a young girl that was growing on me. She hugged her dad when he picked her up, by the way. He responded with a pat on her back. What the hell was it with this moron? Taking for granted what I wanted so badly, didn't he realise he was the luckiest man in the world?

Before I left, I had a suggestion for the ladies.

"You know, when I first got the money, I rented a villa in California for this summer. I'm going in two days and will be gone for a while. Why don't the two of you go with me?"

Ingrid was naturally enthusiastic about the idea. Shelley was exited, but she still had a little over a week left of work before her vacation started.

"Well, why don't I fly you guys in then, we can still squeeze in two weeks together before Ingrid starts school."

"I've never been to California before. It sounds wonderful Mark, we'll come," said Shelley.

Ingrid nudged her mom in the side, grabbed her arm, looked up at her, saying 'Mommy?' Did she have in mind what I hoped? Shelley smiled, a kind, indulging smile.

"You wanna go with Mark right away, don't you?"

"Yes, mom. Please. Most of my friends have gone away and you have to work anyway. Mark will take good care of me, I'll swear on my heart that I will behave, I won't cause any trouble, do whatever he asks, we can get out of the way activities you won't be interested in, then save things you'll love for last and I..."

Shelley held her arms up in surrender, laughing delighted at her daughters rambling pleas.

"OK, honey, you can go. But I want a call every day, you understand? You'll make sure she does, Mark. Everyday."

"Yes, Shel, I promise, I'll take good care of her."

"Oh, I know that, it wasn't meant that way, it's just the longest we've been apart at once and I'll miss her like crazy."

Ingrid came over and fell on me. I'd never been afraid of showing affection in front of Shelley and hugged her back, though we kept it far shorter than usual.

"Is Magic Mountain close?" she asked me.

"Yup, not too far," I told her.

"We'll have so much fun, it's gonna be great."

Then she went over and hugged Shelley the same way.

"Thanks Mom. I will call, I promise. Don't worry, a week will go fast and all three of us wil have fun. I love you, thank you, thank you, thank you."

Chapter 2

Later that night, I was on the phone, making some reservation for the flight and things in LA, when there was someone ringing my doorbell. I couldn't imagine who it could be and I certainly didn't expect who it was. Anniken's dad. How the hell did he find out where I lived? He had with him a sixpack of beer and a bottle of whiskey, and Anniken. Why would he bring her if he wanted to drink? Anniken's outfit, as usual, didn't leave much to the imagination, with a skintight top and a circle skirt. Hot, but the skirt was way too short and should have had tights underneath. But instead her underwear could be seen at the bottom. It was just too much for a girl her age. She didn't hug me or anything, but she clearly wanted to. Had I fucked her just that morning? It was weird. Anyway, her father got drunk. I only sipped a couple of beers and had one shotglass of whisky. Anniken stayed in my game room after her father sent her out of the living room. He really should have left her with someone. I talked to him about her, to get his point of view about this sweet girl.

"Her mom should have taken her when she left," he slurred, "I wasn't meant to be a father, let alone a single one. I just wanna go to work and spend the rest of my time in the woods, fishing, hiking and relaxing. Instead I have to bring her all the time and that girl Ingrid she insists on having along."

I couldn't believe this guy. He'd had that much access to my precious Ingrid for two years and he only found her a bother. You didn't exactly have to be a pedophile to appreciate her charms, so I just didn't get it. But would Anniken be better off with her mom? Didn't know the woman so I couldn't tell. But Anniken was well fed and always cleanly dressed, so at least he took care of her needs, though not her emotional one's. No wonder she had seeked that attention elsewhere. I just hoped the guy in question had treated her nicely. Was he out of the picture now that she was all over me? Didn't know, as she never talked about it. I went and found her in my gaming chair when her father literally passed out on my couch. One in the morning and she was still awake. She smiled at me, patted the seat she was sitting on, so I took the seat and she plopped down on my lap, face to face.

"I've wanted to kiss you all night," she said.

I was painfully hard and boy, did she ever feel good. But she needed hugging and affection, not a pounding. But I'm a man and her kisses were increasing. The father was dead to the world, but did I dare?

"Dad's drunk," she said, reading my mind. "He won't wake up, I've been here with him before. Please keep kissing me."

My resolve crumbled like a kicked over beachcastle. We started making out pretty heavily, while I petted her butt through her panties. Anniken is one girl who likes her anal play and begged me in a whisper to finger her hole. I obliged for a while, entering the well used sphincter easily. Before long, Anniken wanted to get fucked, anywhere, as long as she could have my dick. The girl really had no sense of foreplay, so I guess I needed to teach her. I picked her up to carry her to my room. Her father was unconcious as another man walked by with his little girl in his arms. I was being a total asshole and incedibly disrespectful, but Anniken was so warm and wriggly in my arms, I just wanted to pin her down and ravage her. We fell on my bed, then our clothes flew off the bed and down onto the floor. So much for foreplay, Anniken was straddling me before I could even get started, practically forcing her pussy down my cock. I'd promised myself to take things slow if there'd be a third time so we did it slowly.

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Two minutes later, we were going a it like a couple of lunatics, bumping and grinding at a massive pace. There was just something about her that make me lose all contol. I was staring up at the mirror above my bed. Anniken has a pretty tight butt, but also a sizeable one, and right now it was jiggling as it jumped up and down on top of me. I raised up to meet her downward pushes. My gaze went to her face, you wouldn't believe the expressions on it, so many emotions and expressions in a row. Pleasure, pain, smiles, mouth closed, mouth open, eyes closed, eyes opened, gritted teeth. She breathed hard, grunted, looking down at me, her hands on my chest as she rode me. Her long hair was loose, hanging off the front of her shoulders and off her forehead, down towards my body, partially covering her face. Her cunt was such a delight to fuck, wrapping me tighter than OJ's glove.

"Give me your load, shoot it up my whore pussy. Fuck me, use my little body. Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me."

The 'whore' comment registered, but I was busy pumping her full. It was such an intense, satisfying orgasm and she collapsed on my chest, heaving for breath.

"That was awesome," she sighed. The only problem was I stayed hard inside her, my dick not deflating whatsoever.

"Not over yet, sweetheart," I said.

I rolled her sweaty body underneath me, and changed opening, entering her previously fingerfucked ass. There was no stopping me as I gave her a pounding to be remembered. I rocked her small body, taking a look up in my mirror. Her small feet and ankles were struggling for a grip, grabbing and falling off me in rapid succession. I increased my strokes like a possessed man and it lasted too.

"Mark. I...stop... it's too much...I..."

But I was on a roll.

"Hang in there, honey."

She grunted from the strain, but did indeed hang in there. I put my mouth near her ear.

"Anniken! Oh, Anni. Anni, Anni, Anni. You're so hot. So fucking hot. I love your body, it's so amazing, so perfect. I love fucking you, I could fuck you all the time, I wanted it from the moment I met you, I think about it all the time, you're so fuckable, baby."

She was whimpering in pain so I went back in her pussy and kept on half panting, half talking.

"Anniken. Hot, beautiful, sexy, perfect Anniken. You like it when I fuck you? You like your body under mine? Huh, baby, you like it, cock inside you?"

"Yes. Yes. Fuck me, cum in me again, Mark, fill me like a whore, do it, do it."

OK, that killed the mood. Anniken looked confused when I stopped, asking if I came allready. I pulled out, sat up, pulled her on my lap face to face. I looked at her.

"Anniken, don't ever say that again. You are not a whore and you will never be a whore. You're just a little girl, sex does not make you a whore. I don't know who called you one, but they were wrong. Please, don't put yourself down that way, promise me."

She burst into tears.

"It's no one I've had sex with, Mark. It's dad, he's told me many times I'm a whore just like Mom. Only when he's drunk, but he says it."

Son of a bitch! He'd fucking said that? I took her off my lap, pulled my pants on, had her get dressed, then hugged her some more.

"First off, I'm not angry because I had us get dressed. Second, you're not a whore, no matter what anyone says. Not because your dad is angry at your mom, or because you have sex. Never say that again, do you romise?"

She nodded on my shoulder. I rubbed her back, hugging her to me.

"You're special, sweet, funny, cool to be around and I like you alot. Not just a sexobject. I admit I've treated you like one and I'm sorry. OK?"

"OK."

We sat there and hugged, cuddled up as she relaxed her head on my shoulder. After a while she kissed me, probed with her tongue.

"Honey, stop. This isn't so I can have sex, it's OK to just hug eachother, it's all I want right now."

"You mean, hug just for the sake of hugging?"

"That's right. Sex is awesome, but we can also just hang out, a full day with no sex, just cuddling and goofing around."

"But we can have sex too right, I still like it, you know?"

I laughed.

"Yes. Now, no more talk, sweetie. Get under the covers and try to get some sleep. You can have my bed and I'll sleep on my couch in the library."

I sat on the edge of my bed, stroking her long hair until she fell asleep.

The next morning, before they left, I made a suggestion to her father when he once again tried to talk me into a nature hike.

"Sorry, pal, I'm a city man through and through." I kept in mind his drunken speech from the night before. "But if you ever feel the need to go alone, feel free to leave Anniken with me. I'll invite Ingrid and they can spend the time together."

"Sure, I'll probably take you up on that. Now I'm going home, my hangover is killing me. Stay in touch."

Then they were gone.

Chapter 3

When the plane landed at LAX, and Ingrid and I had gotten our luggage back, I searched out my first surprise. There were 4 limo drivers, two waiting for a Mr, 1 looking for a Mrs, and 1 with a sign that said HELLO LOSER. I walked over to the driver and enveloped him in a huge hug, throwing in the typical manly pat on the back. Ingrid looked surprised at me.

"Andrew is an old college buddy of mine. When I ordered a limo I decided, why not use someone you know, so I spesifically asked for him."

"Oh, OK," she said, looking back up at him. Her stares lasted a little. Andrew is what I like to call impossibly handsome, almost pretty, with his sky blue eyes and long thick eyelashes. He's kinda feminine looking with that long blonde hair of his. Ingrid craned her neck a bit as Andrew is 6 foot 5.

"So, what are you doing hanging out with this loser when you could hang with me?" he asked Ingrid.

She looked a little taken aback, but then smiled.

"The money. He's such a sucker, will buy you anything."

Andrew took her hand and led her to the car.

"Yeah. Mark, is lucky he won that money. Would never get anywhere without it."

"You two are just freakin hilarious," I said as I walked behind them.

To be honest, I was just glad to see the two of them hit it off so easily. It was kinda cute, watching them walk hand in hand like that. No reason to be jealous, at the end of the day she would be all mine. I'd asked Andrew to surprise me with the limo and he didn't disappoint. It was white and an honest to God Hummer. I didn't even know limos came in a Hummer variety.

"We're gonna ride in this?" Ingrid asked.

I nodded as Andrew opened the door for her.

"Welcome My Lady. Nothing but luxury around here. Hop on in."

She was smiling so brightly when she disappeared inside. I could hardly wait to see it myself. On one side there was a long couch in grey and white, which was more soft than I had expected. The other side also had a couch, though a shorter one as at the bottom of it was a bar, with lots of glasses and neon blue lights. There was two single seats behind the driver section, separated by an entertainment system that was hooked up to TV screens behind the seats on either side of the driver partition. There were speakers behind the couches. The ceiling had a fake night time sky, with stars and all. Ingrid was just beside herself due to all the luxury. The driver partition opened and Andrew asked if I was pleased.

"Hell yeah, man, this thing is damn awesome."

"Where are you guys headed?" he asked me.

"Beverly Hills Hotel. I'm treating Ingrid to breakfast at the Polo Lounge after our flight. Take a long way though, I wanna enjoy this."

"You got it."

Ingrid stretched out on the longest couch, sighing content.

"This thing is unreal. I could spend the night in this thing."

She got up and hugged me in the other couch.

"These weeks are gonna be so much fun."

I grabbed her legs and had her straddle me, kissing her hard. I'd always wanted to do that with a girl in a limo. Ingrid pulled back, shocked.

"Mark!!!" she said, indicating Andrew, who had the driver partition open.

I laughed.

"Nothing to worry about, my darling. You see, Eric knows all about me and young girls."

That surprised her." He does? I thought no one would...and you're still friends?" She looked confused.

"Ingrid, the reason he knows is because he likes girls your age too."

"No way."

"Yup. Go ahead, ask him."

Ingrid jumped over to one of the chairs behind the driver section.

"Is what Mark said true? That's awesome. I've been dying to get to talk about Mark to an other adult. What kinda girls you like? Do you have a little girlfriend of your own? You in love with her? Can I meet her, I'd love to meet her."

Andrew laughed, delighted at all her questions.

"Yeah, it's true. And I can tell you all the secrets about that guy you're wasting your time on. You know, when you could have me."

Banter away asshole, I'll be the one having her tonight. Just kidding, I love the guy.

"As for girls, I like them at the cusp of puberty, between 11 and 14 years old. And yes, I have a girl in my life. And yes, I love her more than life itself. Though sadly, I don't have the same kinda access to her that Mark has to you. I take her places and I'm friends with her family, but we're never really alone together."

Ingrid looked over at me.

"That's not fair. Two people in love should be together. Mark, when we're here, we have to find away for them to be alone together. Or at least with us, where they can be themsleves. Please."

Andrew gave me such a look of longing and desperation in the mirror.

"How about we take her to Magic Mountain with us when we go. Then finish at our house. You think that would work, Andrew?"

He nodded. "I think so. Especially if I go with a friend and his daughter. I take it you to have pratice passing off as father and daughter?"

Ingrid nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, we do. I'll help talk her parents into it. How old is she, what's her name?"

Do I sound as full of pride talking of Ingrid like Eric did about his girl next?

"She is 13. Her name is Bambi."

"Her parents actually named her Bambi?" I asked him.

He laughed. "Yeah. It's a middle name. They gave her Gina for a first name in case she wanted to switch at some point, but so far, people are still using Bambi, and so is she, she loves the name."

"So would I. My friend Anniken is a huge fan of the movie too, she'd be jealous," Ingrid said. "Did Mark ever tell you about Anniken, Andrew?"

And just like that, she blurted out everything. I hadn't even told him about Anniken.

"Anniken, huh?" Andrew said. The 'you're fucking two girls??????' went unsaid, but he was obviously dying to say it.

"Yeah. You should have seen them on the couch together when they thought they were alone. He almost pushed her off him he was going inside her so hard."

Man, she had seen that? Thank God it hadn't been Shelley.

"Don't you get jealous?" Andrew asked her.

I hoped not, despite her assurances in the past, I'd been terrified when I told her about Anniken's and mine night together when her Dad brought her by.

"Nah, it's OK. As long as they understand that he is mine and belongs to me. If I veto him having sex with someone he better listen if he ever want me again."

As if I'd ever risk that.

"So, you pretty much own this guy here, huh?"

"Hell yes, he's the worlds worst pushover."

"I'll bet. That penis makes him so weak."

"Tell me about it."

"You two are such a riot, you should go to Vegas," I pouted.

To show me they were just kidding around Ingrid straddled my lap and kissed me deeply. When she hugged me, I stuck my tongue out at Andrew as I grabbed her butt. Ingrid sat on the opposite couch and motioned me over. I got down on my knees in front of her as she opened her legs. She had on a blue sundress with various white drawings on it. It was tied to a neckless she wore, leaving her arms, shoulderblades and shoulders bare. It was knee length, with white lace at the bottom. I stuck my head under the dress. She wore underwear but it was loose enough to pull the crotch to the side, exposing her pussy. I started licking it and Andrew had to have seen my head move up and down under her dress between her legs. Hopefully, he wouldn't drive off the road, as it certainly would have turned me on. I could actually hear Ingrid carry on a conversation with him as her cunt was being tonguefucked. He must have had problems understanding her though, as her speech was intercut by deep moans and several 'oh, God's. She held my head and pushed me even closer as I sank her clit between my lips, thrusting in my face. I love it when she does that, her enthusiasm making me that much more eager to do a good job. If only you could do this for a living, if I needed to ever work again that is. I pushed her dress up, exposing her smooth thighs, pulled her undies down, opened her with my thumbs. God, how I love the sight of her deep, red, gorgeous cunthole. How did my cock ever fit in that small hole? I started licking up and down, tasting her full pussy, drawing sighs and deep breaths from her when I slipped across her clit. I did not stop until she was cumin like crazy, slapping the grey leather that covered the edge of the couch. I raised my head and gave Andrew a real smug look.

"You lucky son of a bitch," he mouthed at me, making me grin a totally shit eating grin.

"You have to do this to Bambi," Ingrid told Andrew when she came up for air. "She'll beg for something bigger in no time."

"Definately," I added.

Five minutes later, we were at the big pink hotel, a few minutes ahead of our reservation. Andrew dropped us off at a red carpet and as we walked down among the pink columns and plants beyond none other than Leonardo DiCaprio walked past us. Ingrid tugged at my hand, looking back.

"Did you see that? Mom would have flipped if she were here. I'm flipping out."

I squeezed her hand affectionatly. Even I hoped to see more stars as we entered the gorgeous, bright lobby. One of the cast of Friends sat in one of the big pink chairs, reading a paper.

The lobby had a HUGE showcase of star gazer lilies along with other beautiful flowers that smelled FANTASTIC! Then we arrived at our destination, asking for a seat outside. The air was warm, the sky blue, as we sat down at our table, Ingrid nearly squealing with delight as she looked around. I expected to be looking out at the rest of the hotel, but we were nicely removed from the surrounding area, with lots of foliage and beautiful flowers.

"I wish Anniken could be here to see this, rather than be home with her boring Dad," Ingrid said, just as our waitress arrived.

The woman was really nice, efficient, pretty too, when she handed us the menus she told us little tidbits about the hotel. While there, we saw our final celebrity, as Katie Holmes was there with her daughter. And let me tell you, little Suri was a lot prettier in real life than the pictures will tell you.

I ordered a blueberry/banana fruit smoothie, with honey yogurt, and since she hates youghurt, Ingrid stuck to a regular strawberry. We both had cereal, me with just milk, her with fresh fruit and berries. Buttermilk pancakes with vanilla butter and dark Vermont maple syrup for her, Belgian waffles with sliced strawberries, whipped cream and pure maple syrup for me. On the side we had croissants, Applewood smoked bacon and sliced seasonal fruits. It was as much as it sounded believe me, but I was famished after the flight. As we ate, Shelley called us.

"How was the flight?" she asked me.

I handed the phone to Ingrid as she was dying to talk to her mom. And her mom did squeal like a child when she heard about DiCaprio.

"And Mark let me have champagne," Ingrid ratted me out.

I took the phone from her.

"It was a few sips from my glass, she's exaggerating," I defended myself.

But Shelley just laughed and made me promise to stick to that glass only. They chatted for a while longer, as we both let the food sink in, you could just hear the pure joy in Ingrid's voice, having the time of her life on this trip. And this was just the beginning. We took a walk around the premises of the hotel, with it's old school charm and huge famous pool. They sure had done a good job of integrating the hotel to it's nature surroundings. I decided to make it a priority to stay there one of these days. Back in the limo, Ingrid exitedly told Andrew about their few hours apart. She sat on my lap as she talked, and when she was done, she turned her head and kissed me. One great thing about 12 year olds, they're contantly in the mood. Ingrid turned around, mashing her lips against mine. She kissed me feverishly, moaning my name as I wrapped my long legs around her preteen body, opening my lips to let her probing tongue in. She tenderly let the tip of her tongue slide along the surface of mine as I sought out her ass with eager hands. I'll never get tired of the feel of those fleshy globes, through any material.

"I want you so bad; I want you now," she said against my skin. She sank lower after pulling up my shirt. Her warm breath on my chest and stomach sent shivers all the way down to the soles of my feet. My belt stopped her from getting lower and she unzipped me, opened the buckle, finding me pressed rock hard against the material of my boxers. She gave it a lick, making me groan. I looked over at an envious Andrew, who was not about to raise the partition to the drivers cabin. Ingrid whipped me out, pushing her lips against my cock. She let it enter, sinking down her throat.

"Oh, God. Suck me. Don't stop."

She sucked; sucked like never before. I could barely keep up as her mouth went fast.

"Suck my cock. Oh, yeeeeees! Don't ever stop. Ever! Mmmmhhhhyeaaah! Nnnnggghhhhh! Nnnngggghhhh," I grunted over and over.

Then it was over. My jizz shake poured down her throat in massive spurts. Ingrid got back between my legs, making me taste my own cum off her lips as it had oozed around my cock during the orgasm. I sighed content. I loved it when she swallowed, especially since it was so rare. Ingrid yawned as I slipped my pants back on, then laid her head in my lap, and soon, she was taking a well deserved nap. I eased her head off me and came closer to Andrew.

"You know, you telling me you have sex with her is one thing, but actually seeing it...I can't believe you're fucking two 12 year olds, dude."

"Yeah, I can't either most of the time, it's kinda surreal. It sure is everything it's cracked up to be, though."

"Yeah, I can imagine. You were serious about getting me and Bambi alone time? I'm not deluding myself we'll end up having sex, but it sucks never having any private time, just one on one. Just once I wanna cuddle up, not worrying if anyone will come in and catch us."

"Sure, I meant it, we'll make a day of it, cut Magic Mountain a little short and spend some time at the villa. Is she home in the coming days?"

"Actually yes, the family is having a barbeque in two days."

"Perfect. Stop by the villa after work that day, we'll drive you home, 'accidentally' meet her family, remind you of Magic Mountain the next day and invite her too. Ingrid's presence will help and she's very good, she'll get the parents to agree. It's worth shot."

"Thanks man, you're the greatest."

Soon we arrived at the villa. It was hidden down a private, quiet lane. There were 5 neighbours on the lane, including the home of one actor and a famous director, among others. We entered though the front gate and parked outside the four door garage. Andrew whistled impressed when he stepped out. I'd seen pictures of the property, but it could not be compared to enjoying the view in person. It was pretty much a compound that totally cut you off from the outside world, despite nearly being right in the center of everything in LA. I looked in on Ingrid and shook her bare ankle. Her petty eyes opened and she smiled at me.

"We there?"

"Yes, sweetheart, we're here."

She stepped out of the car and walked up the path towards the main house. Her hand was in mine, until she saw the pool.

"Can we be seen on this property?" she asked.

"Nope, it's completely private, made for kicking back and relaxing."

Ingrid untangled her necklace from around her neck and the summer dress fell down on the ground. Her panties followed and she was stark naked, in all her magnificent beauty. I heard Andrew take a deep breath, as Ingrid dived into the deepend of the pool. She came up sputtering.

"This is saltwater."

"Yeah. Sorry, I should have warned you."

Ingrid waved it off and dove back under, her naked little ass the last to disappear. She swam until she could stand and proceeded to walk towards the shore. It was the kinda pool that got shallower until only your feet were covered in water, just like a beach. Andrew's eyes were riveted to my girlfriend as she gave him a much better view of her goods while slowly emerging from the water, her wet skin glistening in the sun.

"Oh my God," he muttered.

I nudged him in the side. "She is some sight isn't she?"

"I'm at a loss. She's just breathtaking."

Ingrid shook her wet hair and looked up at us. "I am not wearing clothes in this place, nuh, uh, I'm being naked all day long."

I had to remind her the owner would be meeting us that day and other staff would be stopping by during our visit. I would know when they would be coming so she'd have time to dress, but I promised she could be nude as much as she wanted beyond that.

"Fine," she said, laying down.

Around the pool, there was several chaise lounges and one huge double chase lounge with a thick mattress, pillows and a canopy that hid your face from the sun. Guess which one she chose. She put her hands behind her head and stretched her legs, parting them slightly, giving Andrew glimpses of her hidden treasure. He put his hands on his forehead, drew them across his head, breathing out. I knew all to well how he felt. Naked little girls, there's just no more beautiful sight anywhere, nature or manmade. And Ingrid was right up there with the best of them. Ingrid waved at him.

"Come lie down, Andrew, this thing is so soft."

He looked at me and I urged him to go ahead. He took off his drivers jacket and lay down next to her, hardon straining the lining of his slacks. Ingrid leaned on her elbow, smiling at him.

"We definately need to get Bambi here, then you can do this."

She rolled on top of him, pushing his legs apart to snuggle between them. Her hands were on his chest.

"Come on, Andrew, grab my butt. It's OK. I know I'm not her, but you like me, right? You think I'm hot?"

Ske kissed him, thoroughly enjoying herself. His hands raised, dropped, raised again, dropped onto her skin, rubbing her warm back - trust me, it's warm - tenderly working their way down to her butt, that soft, smooth, little butt. Ingrid rubbed her pelvis against him and he responded in kind, while squeezing her cheeks.

"You can have Bambi in your arms here. Hold her, maybe kiss her, I'll bet she's dreamed of making out with you. Get her here, it'll so be worth it."

His thrusts against her increased, his breath getting laboured and you could just visualize his toes curling up inside his shoes. He was cumin and cumin hard. Ingrid climbed higher, pushing her pussy in his face. God, I can still remember the first time I tasted it.

"Help me cum too, Andrew, please."

His tongue started working on her immediately. I couldn't see if he focused on her hole or the clit, but she was definately enjoying herself. It suddenly occured to me; what the hell did a pussy that was just soaked in saltwater taste like? Andrew's hand held her butt, feeling her up real good. I could live with those cheeks in my hands so I could hardly blame him. Ingrid rode his face, teasing him about Bambi.

"...imagine her taste. Just listen to my orgasm when it comes, she'll love it when you do the same to her, her juices will rain onto your tongue. She'll beg you do stick yur tongue in further, beg you to suck her clit as her skin bounces on your face. Can you imagine it? Picture it in your mind. Yes, Andrew, use your soft tongue on me."

Is she something else or what?

His head was covered in her body as she humped his face. This was too much for me, I stepped forward and began to lick her ass. Ingrid moaned between our heads, bumping against both as she reached climax. She whimpered from the intensity of it all. She jumped away and dove back in the pool.

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked my best friend.

I think the grin on his face was answer enough. He nodded.

"She is one of a kind isn't she? I can't believe she let me lick her, and that butt is extrordinary. I've always dreamed of doing something like this, and it was like every wet dream come true. Doing that with Bambi would be unreal."

"Yes, it would. When you have that emotional connection, it'll be even more special than what you just experienced."

I invited him to see the rest of the house, but he had another assignment at LAX, so he had to go. Ingrid hugged him goodbye, thanking him for the great orgasm and off he went. Changed forever too; finally doing things with a child, especially after 15 years of longing for it, can't be put into words.

"He's real sweet," she said. "I can't wait to see him with Bambi."

That made two of us.

"Was he any good?"

"Very. He was really wriggling around in my cunt, his tongue is definately longer than yours."

Which was true, Andrew's a regular Gene Simmons in that department. I grabbed our luggage, what there was of it - I intended to buy most on the trip - and we went towards the house. It's a very chic, modern house with nearly 5000 square feet of living space, consisting of 6 bedrooms, 7 bathroom, 2 kitchens, 2 laundries, 3 fireplaces and a 4 car garage, that cost me 10 000 a week. There were stairs leading up from poolside to the second floor. We headed for the glass doors that led into the living room downstairs. Basically, most of the main floor consisted of glass sliding doors that led out to various decks around the house. Ingrid took a great look around the living room as she sat down on her knees on the main couch. Actually, that was four white couches surrounding a glass table resting on a plush beige carpet. The place was quite beautiful with white walls, making it bright and cheerful. All it was missing was a naked underage girl - and lo and behold - it now had one. The big pillows made her feet not reach the floor if she scooted back and sat on her ass. Ingrid took a purple pillow and stretched out on the couch.

"Now this I could get used to. The place and the nudity."

"Well, let's unpack and get us settled in some bedrooms. It's just for show, you can still sleep in mine while we're alone."

She got up and walked ahead of me up the indoor spiral stairscase. We found the master bedroom first, which was for me. The theme was still white; ceiling, walls, bed. The latter had crisp, high thread count sheets. There was a flat screen TV, a small bathroom and even a fireplace.

"I want a room just like this when we come home," Ingrid said dreamily. "And I'm so sleeping with you tonight."

Now that was not something I was gonna disagree on. I put down my suitcase and grabbed her naked body.

"You know, the owner won't be here for half an hour, and you and Andrew made me quite horny again," I said into her ear from behind.

Ingrid giggled. But no words were spoken as she helped me to get my clothes off. There was a chair in the room and I sat down on it. With no armchairs she could easily straddle my thighs while she hugged me tight. I took hold of my stiff shaft, putting it to her hole. Ingrid hugged me tighter, groaning as I thrusted up, slipping in further and further. She pushed her butt down hard, so I slipped the rest of the way in. We worked up a rhythm of simultaneous thrusts up and pushes down. We sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, hugging tight as she rode me. She threw her head back and cried out.

"It feels so good. Fuck me, yeah. Damn. Oh fuck!"

I grunted too. I grabbed her asscheeks and lifted her up and down, very slowly.

"Such a great ass, babe. Jesus, I love your tight little ass."

I looked up at her. Her hair wasn't soaking wet anymore, but still moist, damp and halfwet. I'd never seen her like that before and I liked it, it made her extra beautiful, it's always been a hairstyle I like in girls. I picked her up, threw her down on her back while I was still imbedded in her and started giving her plenty of prick. Quickly, I went still with a loud groan.

"Oh, no, not already," she complained.

"Just fucking with you," I told her as I went at her again.

"Thank God."

I hooked her under the shoulders as I banged her. I went in deep, from tip to shaft in one quick motion. Then I repeated it, again and again and again. Ingrid was crying out in high pitched whimpers as she clung to me with four limbs, begging for more, more, more. I tried to last for her sake, but her slick insides felt too goddamn good. Sensing I was cumin, she knew the sounds that brought me close so well, she decided to trap me. She kept me inside her and squeezed my cock every time I shot a load and I must have shot at least six volleys.

"Oh my God. That was intense," Ingrid said, with the most satisfied, shit-eating grin on her face. Heard the expression before? You should try seeing it.

We went to her room next. It was smaller than mine, but also had a small bathroom and unlike mine, a sliding glass door that led out to a small balcony. We went out and looked at the property from the second floor. I told her to get dressed in something as I went to greet the owner. He came a five minutes later, but she was nowhere to be seen. We shook hands and he turned out to be as pleasent as he had sounded on the phone. A few minutes later, Ingrid came to greet him, in nothing but a towel. Damn that kid, always pushing boundaries.

"Hi, I'm Ingrid," she said politely. "Sorry, I just came from a shower." She smelled nice so she'd probably had a quick one.

"No problem," he said. "Will there just be the two of you?" he asked me.

"No," I said, "her mother will be here in a week, she still has a workweek left. And some friends will be stopping by. You'll find us to real quiet tenants."

"I look forward to meeting her."

I told Ingrid to go get dressed. She scampered off, and as she headed up the stairs to the second floor, her towel fell off, giving us two men a look at her perfect backside. She picked it up lightning quick and ran off, embarrased. At least to the owners eyes, I knew full well she didn't that shit on purpose. I hoped he liked the view. I don't care of your married with children, it was still a lovely sight, and female. She came back in jean shorts and a t-shirt. The three off us chatted for a little while - Ingrid behaving, thank God - the man was very helpful with our questions and could be called upon anytime. For now, we agreed he'd come by in a week and meet Shelley. When he was gone, Ingrid's clothes were off in a flash. Did she ever mean it when she refused to wear clothes on the property! Ever seen a naked girl do something everyday and ordinary like putting one leg up on the table, with the other still on the floor?

"What's over there?" she asked me, referring to the other side of the living room that had a small sunroom, which was contained within a glass enclosure that opened up to the pool area as well.

We got up, walked over and I plopped down on the orange couch, which was extremely comfortable. On the other side of the table was a huge separate cushion, that Ingrid made a beeline for, sitting on her butt, ankles crossed in front of her. Droolworthy in the nude, trust me.

"I think I'll take a nap, Ingrid. I'm beat, why don't you explore the house some more."

"Nah, I'll just sit and watch you, I'm still a little tired as well."

So, I closed my eyes, sleeping soundly within seconds. I did wake a few times, but only looked at my watch before closing my eyes again. Ingrid had curled up on the cushion, snoring lightly. We couldn't stay like this forever though, if we wanted to get any sleep that night. I sat down next to Ingrid, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze and shake.

"Rise and shine, gorgeous."

Ingrid's eyelids fluttered open, her black eyes settling onto my mouth. Smiling, she leaned on an elbow, pulling me in for a deep, urgent kiss

"Come on, baby, time to get up," I told her.

But she didn't listen, she just pushed her hand down my pants, making a fist around my soft cock.

"Later, honey. We have all the time in the world." Honestly, I didn't hink I had it in me.

Right, like she was gonna listen to me in that mood. Ingrid sat up, pulling my pants down. I could the top of her head moving; feel the tip of her tongue playing with me. Oh, dear, I grew again! She enveloped me, sucking me to full mast. I simply gave up. She held me in a deep-throat for a full minute and I could feel her spit dripping down my shaft. She came off me with a slurp, but it didn't take her long to dive down again, she sucked and sucked, but I didn't have a new orgasm in me just yet. Disappointed, she came back out.

"Sorry, baby."

Ingrid shrugged, promising she'd get me soon enough. We went upstairs to get me in some lighter clothes - I chose some small shorts and a hawaiian shirt - then went down to the pool via the outside stairs. Ingrid got it in her head to ride the banister.

"Careful, it's curved at the bottom."

"Relax, you can lick any booboo I get," she smirked.

She sat on the banister, both feet pointing at the stairs, and off she went. She effortlessly jumped when she headed for the curve in the railing. She fell, but tucked and rolled, before calmly getting to her feet.

"Your turn."

Man, I hadn't ridden a banister in ten years. But the bottom was pooltile for heaven's sake, I just didn't dare.

"Adults are such cowards." But she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and gracefully dove into the water. Grabbing on to the edge of the pool, she hauled herself out again. Have I mentioned that the girl has a great ass? Ever seen a girl emerge from water? Yeah, do the math. The sun shone off the droplets of water that covered her perfect skin.

"Come on; get naked," she said, hopping up on my back, clinging to the length of my body. I pushed down and kicked the shorts off, rose back up straight, grabbed her slick, perfect calves, took a few steps backwards and fell with her on my back into the pool. Ingrid came up sputtering and grabbed my head, dunking me. As she held onto me, I maneuvered into shallower waters. I broke free and pulled her in for a long kiss. Her long legs snaked around me and she buried her face in my throat. We stood there, cuddling for a while, before I put my hands under the soles of her feet. She loosened her grip and I lifted with my arms. Ingrid went along, jumping and taking a perfect backwards summersault, splashing into the water. She got herself behind me and climbed up my back again. I lowered in the water and she was on my shoulders. I stood up fast and she dove off me. She came swimming back and climbed up my front. Soon her thighs were on my shoulders, her naked crotch in my face. I licked her; several times. And to answer a previous question; saltwater pussy tastes just fine. I kept her clit in my mouth, feeling it swell just behind my lower lip. I managed to suck on it for a while before she accidentally slipped off me, backwards, into the water.

"How about some food babe, I'm starving?" I asked when she came back up.

"Oh, no you don't. Finish what you started." She walked into shallower water so her vagina came out dripping. She jumped up on the edge of the pool, beckoning me over with her index finger. I came over and stood between her legs.

"My little girl is still waiting, Mark." What a cute little word for it.

I caressed her inner thighs with my fingers while barely touching her slit with the tip of my tongue, driving her wild. I spread her legs further apart, licking those inner thighs, nudging her clit with my tongue.

"Jesus, take me in. Now!" But I didn't, I just kept up mercilessly torturing her. Ingrid has the best thighs in the world, especially on the inside, so soft to the touch, yet at the same time, so delightfully firm. I licked and licked there, only occasionally teasing her little parts with my lips. Five minutes later, I was licking her outer labia when she grabbed me behind the head and pushed me down, ordering me to enter her pussy.

"You bastard. I can't take it, come on."

I jumped up next to her, fingering her with a fingertip, while sticking my tongue in her ear.

"Are you horny?" I whispered. "Poor girl."

I stood, holding out my hand. She took it and I led her over to one of the chaise lounges at poolside. I laid her back onto the yellow cushion and laid face down between her legs, sucking her clit back into me. I did a long sensuous job on her girly parts, moaning low to show her how much I was enjoying it to. What can I say, girls like to feel appreciated. I licked her from the top of her anus, to her non existant fur several times in 5 second strokes. I used a lot of breath on the vagina and licking on her thighs as well, to build up the anticipation. As for her clit, well, by this point I'd gotten pretty good at reading her reactions and what exited her the most. She likes it repetative, switch tactics and she gets impatient. If it works, stick to it, save your other tactics for next time. An orgasm took a little while, but when it hit...three orgasms actually... I owned her. Her moans were barely audible the first one, more so the second, the third consisted pretty much of 'oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God'. It was the most fun orgasm I'd shared with her yet, teasing would definately be a bigger part in the future. My tongue was half dead by the time her hands finally stopped clutching my head and rested on the cushion. I kept my tongue resting like a moist rag on her cunt for a minute or so before I came up and smiled down at her.

"God, I love you so much," she sighed when I hugged her. Her pussy was supersensitive, so she jumped in the water while I went to the kitchen to get us some lemonade. The fridge came well stocked with things I'd asked for before arrival. There were some wicker furniture around a breakfast table on one of the patios, hidden under a second floor balcony that we went to, to get out from under the relentless sun. The chilled strawberry taste was delicious.

"Ohhh, that felt good. Though I wished the glass was flled with your sweet honey, honey."

I had to laugh as I actually managed to make Ingrid blush. Ingrid ran in to get a couple of cheeze sandwhiches I'd left in the microwave. At the risk of sounding like broken record; imagine that in the nude, back going inside, front going outside. Who knew domesticity could be so sexy. It was nearing five o'clock, which I had ordered a catered meal for, so consider the sandwhiches an unhealthy appetizer. Ingrid grumbled about having to be dressed, so I conceeded to a bikini. The catering company delievered the food via a young lady named Maria, who served as well. 20 million, try it sometime.

Ingrid smiled with delight at the lasagna, which was so rich and filled me to the brim with ten bites. I still forced down more it was so good. After the efficient and quite talkative Maria left, Ingrid and I went back to the pool and took a lounge bed each and relaxed in the sun for the next hour.

Chapter 4

Maria had left behind some root beer float, with homemade ice cream in the refridgerator, and we went into the shallow water, carrying our glasses. We stood there, sipping our drinks, holding hands, looking out at the view we had of the California landscape. Putting our glasses down on the pool edge, we wandered out into the water until we were up to our knees. Ingrid entwined her fingers in mine as we sank down on our knees, lovingly nibbling on each others lips.

"This is the best day ever, Mark. I sure wish Anniken could see this place with us."

"Maybe sometime she will. And if you think today has been fun, just wait..."

Another kiss interrupted my talking and she pushed me down on my back. We wrestled a little, playing in the shallow waters until we were right near the waters edge, just enough water there to go to beyond our ankles. Her playfulness ended in yet another kiss.

"I want you, Mark. Have you inside me, let you in slowly."

"What am I, a machine?"

"Tongue makes me anxious for bigger things, I think I've been patient."

Well, if anyone could make rise to the occasion...

I got her on her back. She wrapped her lower extremities around me, resting her heels on my lower back as my cockhead playfully went in and out of her pussy.

"No more teasing, old man, take me."

"I'll show you old, bitch."

Her giggle got cut short with me ramming the rest of me inside. One of these days I have to get her to explain how my dick feels on the way in.

"Uuuuuuhhhm!" I cried out.

I rode her slowly, savouring the moment for both of us. She gave small moaning sounds whenever I slipped in that made me feel 10 inches long

"Mmmmmmhhhhh. Oh, Ma-a-a-a-a-ark. I love you...sooooo much."

Me going faster and faster made ripples in the water go away from us in every direction. I adore the way she responds to me when we make love, those cute whimpers she can never hold back. Her hands slipped down my wet back to the thick flesh of my behind. I know I love feeling a thrusting set of buttocks bouncing up and down.

"Ingrid. Oh, Ingrid. I love you more than anything in the world, too. Want me to go harder?"

"Yes. Oh yes."

I tried my best to take her as hard as possible. It wasn't as hard as I'd taken Anniken at my hardest, but that was only because the tile bottom didn't exctly give the best traction for this.

"Uuuuhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhh, yeeees. Ma-a-a-a-ark!"

"Yes, Ingrid. Mmmmmhhhh. Uunnngggghhhh, uunnngggghhhh, uuuunnngggghhhh."

Those last sounds were like a growl a lioness let's loose as she strikes.

I was cumin, shooting, exploding against her cervix.

"I give," she told me when I slipped out.

I laughed. "Don't worry, I think my dick just died. And what a way to go."

Did our sexual play end for the day?

Let me put it this way; you try watching a 12 year old naked girl for hours, regular things you take for granted cause you see them so often takes on a whole new dimension.

OK, I promise, just one more visual, then I'll shut up; Ingrid dropped something in the living room. Picture a naked child, on her elbows and knees, looking for something under the couch, while under a GLASS table.

And don't forget; I'm a very weak man.