True to Michael's word I was so very sore and stiff in the morning, but I just couldn't seem to care. All I could think about was the night before. I wanted him to do things to me right there at the breakfast table. But, for once, I was a good little girl and ate my food quietly. At school the other girls were wondering what was up with me obviously being in pain, yet sitting there with a grin on my face. I didn't tell them anything though, what could I possibly have said? Someone thought I was in love, but I kept my face deathly still because I didn't want to let her know she was right. She'd want to know who and I couldn't explain. They all knew something was up though, but I refused to tell. I guess I had to try a little harder to keep up appearances because I didn't want Michael to get into any trouble. And trust me, I'm well aware how illegal what we were doing together was. I thought it was stupid, but I knew.

Believe it or not, that day, Michael and I had a quiet night. I was still very sore and we did a straight up massage and did some stretching, but nothing really sexual happened. The next day was Friday, so we had a whole weekend ahead and I was not planning on going out, all I wanted was to stay in with him. It was snowing pretty heavily though, so he'd probably want to take me out to do snow activities. We'd just have to wait and see.

By Saturday afternoon, vivid fantasies went through my head at record speed. I just wanted to take things further, pretty much hoping, praying, begging for it.

"I wanna share the double bed with you tonight," I said to Michael, hand on my hip, daring him to refuse.

"OK, but I'll carry you do your bed after you go to sleep."

"Agreed."

I had my own covers on, but soon looked at him, imploring him. Shaking his head with a smile, he lifted his covers, inviting me over. As I clung to him, Michael wrapped his big muscles around me in a wonderful embrace (is there any other kind)? Our chests were pressed together and they couldn't possibly be more different in size. We were cheek to cheek as his hands started exploring the back of my body. I was spread-eagled across his body, but Michael is so big only my feet touched the mattress.

"Open your legs, Michael," I said. It wasn't a suggestion.

No man could possibly refuse anyway and he didn't. I snuggled in there like the most comfortable place in the world it is. Our bodyheat rose with the close proximity. His skin burned hot against my own. We had to throw the covers off of us. Our lips met in a really soft kiss as his hands clasped onto my bubblebutt, covering nearly the whole thing. He squeezed my cheeks hard. And soft. Feeling the contours of it.

"Inside, Michael. Inside."

Into my panties he went. I lifted my hips so he could slide it onto my thighs. Alright! He was grasping my naked ass! To quote Alexandra his fingers felt the 'awesome spot where the thighs finally ends to become the treasure above'.

"My God, are you ever smooth," Michael said in admiration.

And at last I felt it, he was humping me, moving his hips in slowmotion, moaning softly.

Victory.

I moved lower so our groins met, resting my head on his massive chest and humped back so he could feel my thrusting buttocks.

"Do you like my butt, Michael?"

"Oh, yes, I had no idea how it would be, I've never thought of little girls like that."

"You make me feel so special, tell me more."

"It has such sweet flesh, two amazing mounds in the most velvet of skin, it's the greatest thing I've ever touched."

From now on I don't think there is anything he'll deny me, as a matter of fact, I knew it in my heart. He'd probably never expected in a million years that he'd enjoy a kid like this. Our thrusts met, my head on his chest, my moans echoing through the warm room. He drew me to him when my ass went forward.

"I'm cumin. God help me, I'm cumin."

I could feel his boxers filling up with something thick, gushing it. Michael seemed to lose all his energy, his penis shrinking between us. I needed his hand instead and he generously put it between us. I pumped away at his fingers, suddenly realizing; he was touching my naked pussy. The thought alone made me whole body go rigid. With a small shudder and a long moan, I collapsed on top of him.

"Do you want more?" he asked, spooning me from behind. I could barely nod. I put a leg behind me, over his. I held my breath as he cupped me gently, playing with my clit. God, did it ever get hard! Michael's heart was beating wildly against my back.

"Remember, Michael, our secret, it's just you and me."

A finger played with the entrance to my cunt. Wow, I'm thinking of it as a cunt now. He didn't enter me with it, but it was right at the edge. Another was still on my clit. Just when I think sexual pleasure couldn't be any greater, Michael spoiled me with new sensations. I pressed the back of my head to him, letting him feel my thick hair. His fingers now went up and down my entire pussy, making me shiver. My clit was attacked again, relentlessly for many, many minutes. I was desperate to come, but he wouldn't let me. Pleasure, such pleasure, I was gonna die then and there, I knew it. He finally released me and I came in a torrent. I did not know an 11 year old girl could squirt this much, it never seemed to end.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He was humping me again, coming fast, at the same time, his other hand stroking my body. If you could have heard us, you'd be coming to, no touching necessary. I turned around and hugged him.

"I love you, Michael!!!!!!!"

"Oh, baby, I love you too. You're the most electrifying girl in the world. If I was ever gonna do this with a girl, I'm glad it was you."

To that happy piece of news, I drifted off rather fast, hoping I'd still be there in the morning.

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Nope, he had put me back to my bed when I woke up in the morning. Well, he told me he would, I guess. You'd think by now things were gonna last, and we had fun times together afterwards, at least for a while. But then slowly, it seemed to happen less and less, with Michael starting to put things off and making lameass excuses, 'not right now' being most popular. God, I thought we were past this shit. Yes, I was angry, can't we just have fun without him suddenly feeling guilty or whatever the problem was? He acted like nothing was wrong, even threw me a big birthday bash. Oh, I was grateful, it was a great party with my friends and several other girls. I even wore a dress. Nothing like the one at the wedding though. This one was strapless and showing the shape of my body, plus bare shoulders and naked legs from about the middle of my thighs. I knew I looked hot because Alexandra was there and her eyes nearly popped out of her head at the sight of me. At one point she even pushed my hair off my shoulders. Not that there was much hair to remove. My long hair rests pretty thick and heavily between my shoulderblades, rarely does much of it hit my shoulders. Anyway, when Michael and I were finally alone and bedtime arrived, he kissed me goodnight, saying he hoped I had had a wonderful day. I went in shortly after him, dropped my dress and turned on the light, drawing Michael's eyes to the sight of a stark naked, finally 12 years old, pissed off girl.

I came towards him slowly, sat down on the bed, starting to unbutton the fly in his boxers.

"Sweetie," he said, "we need to have a serious talk."

My hand fit inside and I closed it around his flesh. Some seriously hard flesh.

"Please don't...we can't..."

To get a better grip I entered his boxers from the top. Boy, this was thrilling. My hand slipped down the length of him, then up again, Michael groaning out loud. I stroked his shaft faster. More groans. Louder and louder.

"Stop. Oh, God, stop.."

Jeez, wasn't that the little girl's line? I wasn't stopping, instead I jerked him off real good. I loved the sounds he was making, it felt awesome having this power over someone. I put another hand on his balls (did they ever feel heavy). It must have been too much for him, because he started coming, plenty of it too. He thrusted in my hand as he was shooting.

"Holy shit, that's amazing," he cried out.

When I removed my hand it was stained all over with his cum. I took a small taste of it. Hm! Nothing too terrible, but it certainly wasn't chocolate was it? I climbed onto him, staring into his eyes.

"Can we stop these stupid games, Michael, I'm tired of fighting."

"Ciji, you have to understand something. Your still just a child, you may not agree but the world sees this as very wrong. And you're my wife's daughter, a woman I love more than anything. She'll be back and we can't continue. I don't wanna hurt you."

"You won't hurt me. I know it can't last, but we'll be alone for 8 more months. We need eachother to keep eachother happy. Say no if you want, but I'll pester you forever if you do."

He laughed.

"OK, OK. You win, no more fighting you."

"You mean it this time?"

"Yes, you crazy birthday girl, I swear."

With that we kissed. A soft, long, slow kiss. My leg rubbed his still hard groin through the thin fabric of his boxers. Michael's hands slid across my hips and closed around my ass, giving my left buttock a soft squeeze. He kissed me deeper.

"You need to work on the compliments, Michael."

"Do you mind if I savour your tasty lips?"

"Be my guest."

When we resumed, he was the one that probed at me with his tongue, which I quickly gave access to. Once again our tongue meeting was like an explosion going off in my head. It was an awesome feeling, his bigger tongue, wet and moist, against my own. His finger slid along my buttcrack, top to bottom, bumping my pussy. Michael's tongue pressed further in, nearing my throat. I moved a little sideways so I could reach for his dick. The skin was pulled back and I used his sperm to moisten the tip, playing with it. A hand was still on my butt, pushing against my crack, going between. Further and further. I felt a finger on my butthole, rubbing it. Wow, even that spot bring pleasure? Our kisses became more urgent, Michael moaning as I jacked him off. My pussy then got some attention, Michael's fingertip sliding a little inside me, just carefully playing with the opening. I tried to reach his balls and just managed to grab onto the round stones, feeling them slide between my fingers.

He cried out against my lips. I grabbed the full sack and squeezed gently. I jerked Michael off again and he soon came, shooting wet stuff all over my hand, panting hard. The more he shot, the faster his fingertip started fucking my virgin cunt. Empty, he effortlessly flipped me down on my back.

"Wanna feel something really good? You'll really like it," he said and I nodded, exited. What a birthday.

He opened up my legs and I heard him draw in a breath.

"Is it pretty?" I asked him.

"I had no idea girls were this lovely down here, women doesn't even come close. I can honestly say this is the most erotic, gorgeous sight I have ever seen."

Now what girl wouldn't love to hear that?

"Fair warning, I've never enjoyed licking down here, so I might not be very good. I've never asked."

Shit, he was gonna lick me? He's got the best tongue ever and he's gonna lick my pussy? Oh boy. Michael used one of his hands to caress my vagina the way you do the cheek of a small child. I spread my legs as wide as I could and Michael blew gently on my pussy, then blew harder. And if I thought his warm breath was something else, what came next was nearly mindblowing. Michael put his open mouth over my entire pussy and drew in a deep breath, drawing parts of my pussy between his lips. When he released me he quickly pushed his tongue inside my opening. I don't think anything could have prepared me for the awesomeness of his wet tongue, it was better than anything he'd done so far. It was driving me wild, making me push against his tongue.

"Michael," I said. "Michael, Michael.. I love you so. Don't stop"

I don't know how long he licked my hole and I didn't care. This was beyond pleasure. Michael adjusted a little and pushed a finger inside me, not just the tip this time, but the whole thing.

"Wow, 12 and no hymen, I'm a little disappointed," Michael said.

"I read somewhere men likes popping cherries, maybe you're one of them."

"I should check your nethistory, me thinks," Michael joked, making me laugh.

I must be out of creative words for pleasure, because I couldn't possible describe what it was like to have Michael lick my clit for the first time. My whole body went tense immediately because when he let my clit go, I came right away, my toes curling up almost painfully.

"Yes" I cried softly. "Yes, yes, yes, yes." I don't know why women scream during this, I could barely draw a breath it felt so fucking good. It must have been my most powerful orgasm yet.

"I hope you enjoyed that because I'm just getting started."

BEST. BIRTHDAY. EVER.

The things he did to me that night! He spent hours between my legs. Michael tortured me with teasing, not going near my clit before I was threatening him. At times he wouldn't STOP playing with my clit, pushing me towards orgasm, but not allowing me release before I threatened him even more. His tongue, his fingers, did things with my entire pussy that had me climaxing again and again. Towards the end he was fucking my pussy with two fingers and without causing me any pain. When I came for a fifth time (could be sixth, I'd lost count), I couldn't take anymore, it was too much. Nothing but pleasure, but too much. And you know what he did? Went for my clit again. He didn't listen to me when I begged him to stop. I thought it was over and it turned out to be nearly half an hour more.

"Oh my God. Michael stop, I can't take anymore, please," I finished that half hour later.

"Just one more orgasm, baby."

It came, a pathetically weak orgasm. I sat up after and pushed away from him.

"Stay away. I can't take anymore. You're killing me with pleasure."

"No hard feelings that I didn't stop?"

"Hell no, I'm just glad its over. And you said you weren't very good at it."

"I think it's because of you. I have never come near a pussy that tastes and smells as good as yours. If anyone told me I'd ever eat pussy for two hours with few breaks, I would have committed them to an asylum. God, you're fantastic, its like a honeypot down there."

That night I did spend in bed with him. We cuddled up in eachothers naked arms and slept like the dead. Forget best birthday ever.

BEST. DAY. EVER