I tried to ignore the hand on my shoulder. I started grumbling when the hand started shaking me. Twisting away didn't help; the hand just stubbornly followed me. I turned around and saw Ingrid on her knees next to me.

"Wake up, you sexy man."

Looking at my watch, seeing it was just past six, I pushed Ingrid away and rolled over on my back, closing my eyes. I also ignored the soft lips that started kissing my neck, the nibbles on my ear. Hard, believe me.

"Wake the fuck up! Let's watch the sunrise."

I just mumbled it was way too early and fell back asleep. The annoying hand didn't bother me anymore. When I awoke later, I was alone, finding that only an hour had passed. Still too early. It took yet another hour before I felt ready to get my ass out from beneath the sheets. I pulled my boxers on and started looking for Ingrid everywhere. Not in the living room, none of the bedrooms, kitchen, not even the pool. Nothing. Where the hell was she?

"INGRID!!!!!" I screamed.

I heard her voice calling me in return. It sounded like it came from the back of the house. It struck me; I'd totally forgotten the property has a jacuzzi. And there she was, just about to jump in, wearing nothing but a white and pink beaded headband. She smiled at me over her shoulder. Her body lowered itself to water just under her tiny boobs.

"Jesus, I thought you'd never get the fuck up."

"That language is for more fun times, babe."

"Just give me a reason," she said.

"Honey, it's not even 9."

"Suit yourself."

Yeah, I'm not buying me either. I stripped off, jumping in just as she turned on the bubbles. There was plenty of room for sitting on my knees in front of her. It pretty much brought us to equal hight and I tasted her lips as she wrapped her strong legs around my slim waist.

"No waiting, fuck me, fuck me hard and fuck me now."

Geez, whatever happened to foreplay? But, she wants what she wants and she's in charge. Ingrid lifted her ankles up on my shoulders to open up for a real nice penetration. I pushed my way inside her slowly, until all of me was imbedded in her. It was slow going as everything was so damn slippery. Jacuzzis turned out not living up to it's reputation when it comes to sex.

"Harder, Mark. Harder."

"Then you need to ride me, for it to work in here, honey."

So, ride me she did, which was much better. Ingrid was kissing and jumping, nearly tearin my roots out. I didn't think it was possible to make waves in already raging waters. Ingrid's eyes were closed - an aweome sight with her brows and lashes - and her mouth open as she lustfully rode my wet body. Does pussy's get extra tight in the morning? I must have done someting right because Ingrid got a couple of orgasms from our rough little voyage. She stilled, clinging to me as she convulsed like crazy. We relaxed in eachothers arms for a while after that, to let her now sensitive pussy get some rest. I was desperate to get some release myself, so it didn't take too long before I carried up to one of the bedrooms we hadn't been in yet. I gave her a sommersault onto the sheets and dove in after her. Variety is one thing, but sometime there's nothing like revisiting our good old friend missionary. Within 5 seconds I was pistoning in and out of her like a freight train, grateful her nails were short as she was raking my back as I thundered into her. No wonder she was, as I couldn't be pounding into her harder if I'd tried. Ingrid has a very expressive face and pain and pleasure were fighting for control of her features.

"Uuuuuhhhhhhh. Oh, Jesus. Nnnngggghhhh. Ma-a-a-a-ark."

Good thing we'd left the jacuzzi as we probably would have dented it.

"Ingrid. Nnnggghh, Nnnnggghh, Nnnggghh. I fucking love you. Soooo much. Babe-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e."

She was being more dirty than usual, she was so horny.

"Fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me, Mark. Fuck me gooood."

I lasted a long time. I think it must have taken at least 20 minutes before I erupted. I pulled out to enjoy the erotic sight of my jizz exploding all over her bald mound and girly parts.

"That was awesome, now, what does limp dick mean?" she said.

"Sore tongue."

What one does for one's special girl. God, I hate the taste of semen, but I cleaned her up before telling her to get on her hands and knees. After complying, I had my tongue at her back door. I used a finger to help make headway from my tongue entering her, poking and prodding her sphincter, managing to push my tongue past her ringmuscle. You haven't lived until you've tonguefucked a preteen girl's ass. I went at it at length, licking and fucking as I ran my hands all over her smooth legs, with an occasional visit to her clit, which succeded in the usual jolt of intense pleasure hitting her whole body.

"Mark. That feels so good, baby."

My tongue ventured further south to give her clit it's preferred stimulation. It took 15 minutes of work, with painstaking patience and teasing on my part, and begging, if not downright threats from her, before I was lapping away like a puppy drinking milk, her release soaking her cunt with 2 consecutive orgasms. She hugged my head to her crotch for a minute while I slowly extracted myself from her.

"You sure know how to please a girl," Ingrid said when we snuggled into eachothers arms.

"Thanks, babe. It's easy when you're having just as much fun as her."

Ingrid stroked my head as I started kissing her nipples and sucking on her mini tits. We didn't do much more than that, just enjoyed eachothers warmth as I played with her little boobs.

*

Later, I had Ingrid get dressed as we were going out to explore LA for a few hours. The first piece of business was to get a rental car, as we couldn't take a limo all the time. I had an appointment one hour later, so we ordered a taxi and off we went. When we picked up the car, I had ordered just before we left for California, Ingrid was very exited, as she's kinda like a boy when it comes to cars. The white Lamborghini LP570-4 Performante Convertible, with black interiors, drove like a dream, as we took off with the top down. First thing we did was to take a trip to the famous Rodeo Drive and I've honestly never spent 2 hours on a 3 block street before. We would have stayed longer, but the free valet parking available beneath the new Two Rodeo center was only for two hours. I could have afforded to stay all year, but decided to save a longer stay for when Ingrid's mom could go with us. I'd never seen Ingrid act more girly than she did when we stopped by Gucci. I bought her a 1680 dollar purple bomber jacket, a 499 dollar pink dress and a pair of dark red 220 dollar high top sneakers, with a Gucci G stitched on them. To say she looked sophisticated and stunning when we walked out would be an understatement. We had a wonderful time there and I could have spent hundreds of thouands easily just at Neiman Marcus alone, if I so desired. And she would have been worth every penny, but I managed to control myself.

My next plan was to take my girl to the beach, so we went back to the house to unload our bags and to get some swimwear, as she couldn't really take her naked act to the beach, could she? She stepped out of the car and quickly shed her brand new, expensive clothes.

"Baby, we're leaving right away, there's no need for that."

"Wanna bet?"

If I'd take bets like that I'd be broke again. Feasting my eyes on that fabulous ass quickly had me sporting an erection that would need attention or a beachtrip would drive me nuts. I swore that butt was sculpted to perfection by God personally, the buttocks slightly rising and falling as her foot went either forward or backwards. I caught up with her, putting my hand on her lower back. Ingrid smiled up at me in victory. Man, if young girls knew about the power they have over men we'd all be fucked. Walking stooped was worth it just to close my hand around her rounded cheeks. Ingrid stopped, leaning her head on my shoulder. My other hand reached for her tiny breasts.

"Thanks for a wonderul day so far," she smiled up at me.

After sharing a kiss, I realised we forgot the clothes in the car. After putting it away and fetching a speedo for me, bikini for her, plus beachtowels and sunscreen, we headed back to the car. We threw the clothes she'd discared in the trunk, exept her new dress, which she'd need on. She weren't about to put in on yet though. She leaned over the hood of the car and I took off my shirt, wrapping my arms around her chest. I didn't even take my underwear off, I simply pulled my cock out the bottom and pushed it to her crack. It's a great feeling; rock hard meat against a silken crevasse. I kissed her neck, sliding a hand down to her crotch while humping her ass slowly, jacking myself off with it.

"Take me, Mark."

"Don't you ever wanna rest?"

"Hey, sometimes a girl just wanna get laid."

"Many men would love to hear that."

"Well, that's the kinda woman I'm gonna be."

"Personally I wish you could stay like this forever," I said as my finger entered her.

There was that wonderful giggle again.

"I'll need something better than a finger."

She lay face down on the hood, spreading her legs. I ravaged her vagina with one massive thrust. My length and her depth is pretty much equal, so I was embedded to the root. I did it again and again, pulling out all the way, every time. My hands stroked her wherever I could find room; my breath was in her ear; my lips, sometimes teeth, on her lobes as she had done to me that morning.

"I (uhhhh)...will never (unnnggghh)...get over (mmmhhhhhaaaaaaaa) how nice and...tight you (fuuuuck)...aaaaaare. Fuck. Oh, fuck!!!!"

I really went to work on her, resting my weight gently on her back as I not so gently fucked her. This girl was by now a beast when it got to taking it. If it had been a wrestling match, it would have been a submission. I did take some small breaks, to gently hump her clit, before plunging hard in again, bucking and thrusting, jumping up and down.

"I want you...always...I love you...you're perfect pussy."

She moaned my name over and over and over as I gave it to her hard and fast for 5 minutes or so, before slowing down. I was so fucking turned on, seeing Chloe Grace Moretz on Rodeo Drive hadn't hurt (oh, did I forget to mention that?).

"Fuck me, Mikey," she cried.

The faux pas was hard to miss, but I ignored it and kept going. Was Mikey one of her soccer boys? Her thinking of a boy as I took her was strangely quite a turn on.

"Sorry, Mark. I just really want Mikey so bad."

"It's OK. Pretend all you want. He'd love to be in your tight cunt, I'll bet."

We both went uuuuuuunnnnnnnggghhhh and aaaaaahhhhh many times, the name Mikey was moaned too. It morphed into mine as I went back to a harder session, sending load upon load up her insides.

"Sorry about that," she said as I slipped out. With Anniken I weren't exactly in the position to complain.

"Don't worry about it, maybe I'll fuck him as he does you."

"Or maybe two will fit inside me."

I wouldn't put it past her.

*

The sun was high in the sky, water gleaming, as Ingrid and I stood on the Santa Monica Pier. In her new dress and shoes she outshone the silicon bimbos there a thousand times over. After a small snack, we took the ferris wheel and then shared a soda before going on the rollercoaster. She had her hands raised as I clung to the bar. Later, on the beach, Ingrid wrung her dress off, standing there in her yellow bikini, whos bottom part was small enough not to cover her buttocks totally. I had to focus not to spring wood. The beach crawling with tiny nymphets in exposing outfits didn't help matters. I'd never seen so many stunning little things anywere at once. This was the first exposure for the both of us to a beach with constant waves, but she took to it instantly. I was knocked over one time after the other by the waves. I played with her anyway, doing my best to entertain her. I didn't grope, I swear. Back on the beach, we towelled off, put on sun lotion, helping eachother when needed. How I wanted to slip my hand under the elastic of her bottom when my hand trailed her lower back. God, I'd had the hormones of a 16 year old since I'd seen Ingrid again. Half an hour or so later a mother placed herself next to us, along with her two small children. I was getting hungry and we opened the picnic basket and food we'd picked up on the way to Santa Monica. Ingrid sat behind me, hanging over my shoulder.

"I want plenty of butter, get to it," she said.

Smiling, I enjoyed the feel of her chest against my back.

"I wish I could rub your cock right now," she whispered, as I took two pieces of sliced bread, put on a generous helping of butter, a couple slices of grilled chicken, and put them together for, I had to admit, a delicious looking sandwich.

"Get off me before I get hard, Babe," I whispered back.

"Why, let's give them a show they'll never forget."

I took hold of her arm and swung her off my back. Ingrid lay down on her stomach next to me and grabbed her sandwich, wolfing it down as I made one for myself. Ingrid took two cans of Coke and handed one of them to me. I took a sip, feeling the cool liquid slide down my throat as I looked down on Ingrid, her back soooo smooth, and gleaming in the sunshine. It took all my restraint not to massage her small shoulders as she ate, straddle her hips and hump her butt, nibble on the soft fuzz in her neck.

"Can I have a can?" The small boy among the three next to us had come over, eyes feasting on the remaining four Coke cans. For some reason he was asking Ingrid, not me.

"Sure, kid, here you go. And here's one for your sister too," Ingrid said. Beaming, the deeply tanned little boy walked off. I hoped with Ingrid being the one who gave the Coke away, the mother wouldn't mind. Maybe the boy had thought the same? Then she came over to us.

"I wanted to thank you for the soda," she said. "I know it was rude of my son to ask like that, so I apologise for that."

"No problem. Ingrid here was happy to share with them," I said. I could never understand why things like that were considered being rude. I call it honest, myself.

The woman stroked Ingrid's long hair and thanked her, saying what a nice daughter I had. I was not about to disagree with her misinformation.

"I'm the lucky one. I have the greatest Dad in the world," Ingrid said to her, taking the opportunity to lean in on me. She smiled and went back to her children. Ingrid started giggling when she was gone.

"What's so funny?"

"Dad indeed. You were 17 when I was born."

Guess she thought I was older. Now, that made me feel just great. Not. We walked up and down the beach for a while when we were full, holding hands, desperately wanting to kiss before the whole world. It was really the only thing missing in our relationship. Maybe some day.

"Weird, none of the female lifeguads look like models," Ingrid said.

I gave her a playful shove and she tickled me, driving me backwards towards the water. We splashed around some more, before taking off in the car to explore more of Los Angeles, sticking to driving around as I'd spent enough for one day. Ingrid used my cell to call one of her daily calls to mom, talking so exitedly about all our fun. We were pretty exhausted when we came home again. We fell asleep at the poolside before Ingrid could even undress again. When I woke up though, she didn't have a stitch left on. She was looking at me, one part of me in particular, licking her lips.

"OK, but last time today, I'm not 17 anymore, you know," I told her.

"Wanna bet?"

Sigh. I'd swear this kid could take a gangbang in stride.

First she nibbled at my crotch through my shorts.

"Careful, mind the teeth," I said.

She looked up at me through her lashes, smiling like a little devil. Then she whipped me out of my shorts. I had no underwear. Her expert preteen hand was around my engorged organ. She jacked me slowly, teasing the head of my cock with her tongue. I groped for her delicious butt when she started bobbing up and down on me. Then she held all of me inside her, her tongue near my pubes. Her skill just baffled me, I must admit. Just when I think she's forgotten to breathe, I hear air coming out of her nose. She slid her juicy lips slowly off my cock until I fell out in a loud pop.

"You are so my bitch," Ingrid laughed, starting to head for the pool. I grabbed her from behind, putting the soft roundness of her ass on my lap.

"Such a fantastic butt, baby. Now finish what you started."

"Let me go, you pervert," she laughed and hopped up. Oh, great, she's in a teasing mood.

We swam for a while before Ingrid stated that she was hungry.

"Hungry for what exactly?" I asked, taking my dick out.

"Well, it is quite tasty." She smiled seductively.

She gobbled me up whole, tongue playing with my tiny piss slit. I took her hair, thrusting again and again. Her mouth having me wrapped nice and tight, she sucked me in earnest. Her little hands ran up and down my thighs (which are smooth and hairless) as her lips slid up and down my hard flesh, head going up, down, up, down, up, down. She never let go for a second, only using her nose to breathe. As minute by minute of relentless nonstop sucking went by, I could no longer fight the inevitable. I clung to her shoulders, my moans, soft in the beginning, were now at a fever pitch. Before I could warn her, I blasted a huge volley inside her mouth. Ingrid recoiled, a second, a third, a fourth, raining across her cute little face. Her tongue swirled around my cockhead twice as she unloaded my semen onto my cock, rather than swallowing it.

It was my time to please, but I needed to wind down first. We jumped in the water, feet first. God, her lips look particularly tasty with remnants of sperm on them. It was gone after she ducked under, coming up with eyes shining from all the water on her face. I went under myself where I took hold of her butt, rubbing it hard under the surface. I came up and dove under, again and again, touching her pussy playfully. We went under together, kissing, touching. I genuinely tried to give her head underwater, but failed miserably, thanks to the constant stream of water up my nose. Ingrid tried to jump up out of the water, but I pulled her back under, probably frustrating the hell out of her. Hey, she's not the only one who can tease.

"Come on, Mark, cut it out. I'm so ho-o-o-orny."

We went for shore and dried ourselves off. Ingrid looked over my torso, playfully running a thumb over my right nipple, making it stiffen. Then the next, then a lower part of me. God, it was still alive. My nipples got tongue action as her hands closed around my muscular ass. Soon we were on the big chaise lounge, practically licking every inch of each other. I flipped her over, rimming her for 10 minutes straight. Basically, I used every trick in the book to build up anticipation for her orgasms. I threw everything at her, teasing licks, breaking off my work on her whenever she came close. By the time I finally let her her have her release, she was excreting a lot and then it hit her, squirting all over my face. I gave her a few more orgasms as we 69'd, Ingrid trying valiantly to do the same for me. But despite her licking of my balls till it drove me nuts (pun very much intended), it was not enough to produce more semen so soon. So, I fucked her. It took a while, but I did manage finally 20 minutes later. She'd had her 3rd orgasm just before I had mine.

"Want another orgasm?" I asked her, willing to oblige.

She lazily shook her head, submitting with pleasure overload. My tongue was grateful. We both pretty much ended up as a quivering wreck. We dosed in the sun, then Ingrid gave me a serious look.

"Is there sometime wrong with me?"

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

"Well...I'm only 12 and I love cock inside me. Even after what you just did to me, I still want more. I'm already missing your cock in me. The times I'm without you, say for a day, not to mention a few days, all I can think about is getting you back inside me. No cock for a while and it's like part of me is missing."

I thought about it for awhile before answering.

"We're all sexual beings, Sweetheart. Girls every bit as much as boys. Especially at your age, because that's when it all begins. You enjoy sex, because we are meant to. It's what the vagina is for. There is nothing wrong with it, it's to be embraced. Don't think about it too much, you're completely normal."

"If you say so."

I pulled her close. "Trust me, you're fine."

We had a pretty relaxing day after that, no sex, just eating, swimming, talking, laughing. We shared a bed, wrapped together tight as we fell asleep.