I'd never faced a first day of school quite like this before. I mean, would I be met with a crap load of ridicule and mocking, being called a whore and a slut? You'd be amazed how cruel girls could be, much more so than boys. When I arrived nothing seemed much different; people walked by me, boys said hi, but there was no downright leering to indicate anyone had seen any new sides of me. Then I happened upon a couple of stuck up, high and mighty bitches named Michelle and Brittney, best friends of the ever charming Laura. They pointed at me and snickered and wouldn't you know it; the words whore and slut were muttered under their breath.

OK, so Laura had obviously showed them her little home movie, but maybe it hadn't escalated beyond that, if it had gone viral I'm sure my day so far would have been nasty. Maybe Mike hadn't gotten a hold of the tape before Laura had shown it to the others.

Then I saw Laura and my heart sank with disappointment. Mike was there with an arm around her as they were both smiling, sharing a couple of small kisses. I had hoped more than I wanted to admit that he had no part in all of this but it had evidently been a set up all along. At the same time I had been prepared for the worst. I straightened my back and held my head high before I went over to them. As usual Laura looked from my watch to my shoes, both more expensive than her own. When her eyes met mine there was nothing but contempt and triumph in them.

"I want the tape," I told her flat out.

Laura gave an amused little giggle.

"In your dreams, bitch. The whole school is going to see this; I'll show it to one of them at a time."

"Go away, Mikaela," Mike said, "there's nothing you can do."

The kindness in him was gone, this was not the same person I had been with, it had been an act all along. Well, I was going to show them what acting really is.

"Then you don't know me very well, Mikey."

I turned to Laura.

"You're going to show that to the whole school. Why? Why do this to me?"

"Because," Laura said, "all I hear these days is Mikaela that, Mikaela this, check her out, she turned fine, huh? Stuff like that."

She said this mockingly. Jeez, how shallow can one girl get? I gave a mocking quick breath in with my nose.

"I'm stealing some of your thunder and you get so jealous you have your own boyfriend fuck me? What, you think you'd get sex out of his system and he would stop pushing with you? Newsflash, bitch; how much they want sex before they've tried it is nothing compared to after."

Her smug smile faltered a little, but not fully. Still, I'd struck a nerve.

"Whatever," she said. "There is nothing you can do."

This time I smiled smugly at her.

"Is that a fact? I see the name sticker on that camera in your hand. I'm 12; Mike is 13, which makes your little recording child porno, which is illegal. And shot with your Daddy's camera no less. You have any idea what trouble he could get into?"

Laura's smile picked up again. My guess is she thought about copying it onto a pc to get rid of the original, which is exactly what she threw in my face. Meaning the dumb bitch hadn't done it yet.

I picked up my cell phone, matching her smile with one of my own. I punched in three numbers and started speaking. I stuttered and sobbed, even managed to wring out a tear or two.

"911? You have to help me. I had sex with this boy and his girlfriend filmed it to humiliate me. But she used her father's camera and he found the video. He showed it to me. He said he would tell everyone what I bad girl I was if I didn't let him stick his thing in me. It hurt so bad, so very bad. After he was done he made me come to his house later for more. He won't stop, please help me, I can't go through that again. Please. PLEASE."

I gave them my name.

Laura looked at me, aghast.

"My God, what have you done?"

"Relax, bitch, it was a fake call. But the next one won't be," I said, wiping my crocodile tears.

"None of what you said is true. No one is going to believe you."

Laura sounded desperate to believe it herself.

"Oh, really?" I said, tilting my head questioningly to the side. "Can you imagine me looking all pretty and innocent in court? Saying those things so convincingly? Even if your Dad isn't punished, everyone will always wonder. Including your Mom, what would that do to their marriage? Especially when everyone sees this;"

I handed her my cell phone.

"Don't bother deleting it; I made copies, unlike your sorry ass."

The video showed me walking, head hanging, up to her Dad. It showed him hugging me. It showed him leading me into his house.

"Imagine a judge and jury hearing me recall what happened once we got in the house."

Laura looked dumbstruck.

"How...How did you manage that? Daddy would never...NO ONE WILL BUY IT."

Bethany had been behind the camera, filming me as I gave Laura's Dad a bullshit story about being dared into getting him to hug me. When he'd been reluctant I'd name dropped my Dad, whom he knew enough to be comfortable in giving me the hug. Then I'd asked to borrow the family phone as I didn't have my cell with me, which is how I ended up being led into the house. He was a very nice man and I'd never do the crazy things I was making up, but Laura didn't know that.

I said: "Take the risk, bitch. Fuck with me and I will fuck with you."

I turned to Mike. "I warned you. But I see you need a little demonstration."

I hollered for Jed, the bully I had made tap out. It didn't take long before he was there.

"Hi, Red. What's going on?"

I clung to his arm and told him what was going on. He knew the answer but the look in his eyes when he turned to Mike scared me. He grabbed Mike by the front of his shirt, bending down to go nose to nose with the younger, smaller boy.

"Get her that fucking camera or cut your nipples off; because I'll shove your head so far up your ass you'll be blind if you don't."

Kids may say 'you tapped out' to Jed when he couldn't spot them, but you knew not to mess with him face to face.

Mike was shaking. He was used to being well liked by everyone; he'd never been in a confrontation before. Except with me that is.

"Gi...give her the camera, El."

Laura handed it over with pure hate in her pretty eyes.

"I'll get it back to you when the video is gone. By the end of the day," I said.

I took Jed by the hand and we turned to leave. I looked at Mike over my shoulder.

"By the way Mr. One Minute Man; you're a lousy fuck."

Jed was snickering as we walked away.

"Seems your plan worked to perfection Red. You truly are something else."

"How can plans not be perfect when I plan them cuddling with you?" I said to him.

I went to the bathroom and removed all traces of the recording. My hands shook, a performance like I just gave is exhausting. All I'd really wanted to do was get physical with Laura, which is much more my style.

You're probably wondering about Jed right? How did the boy I humiliated and I get so chummy? He hadn't let me win; I'd legitimately beaten him. But his reaction to my body during the episode had been unmistakable. I'd had a feeling he might be useful someday so I had gone to his house that day.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he said after opening the door to his family's shabby house.

"I wanted to apologize. I'd been so angry when I saw you bothering a boy that day and I acted on instinct. What's up with that anyway? Why you have to bother people like that, especially someone younger and smaller?"

Jed had sighed and let me into the house. The place was a mess, only his room was tidy and clean so that was where we went.

"Being tough is all I have. Bothering people as you put it gives me some control in my life. My life sucks; my reputation is all I have."

An idea came to me.

"Sounds to me you have a lot of anger. Have you ever thought of delivering that anger somewhere else?"

Jed had looked at me. I'd never noticed before how handsome he was under all that greasy hair. And his blue eyes were extraordinary. His frown slowly disappeared and was replaced by a smile. One of the prettiest smiles I had ever seen. He should be using it all the time.

"Did you have anything particular in mind?" he asked.

Indeed I had. A lot of energy could be spent in Dad's barn so I encouraged Jed to come there. Working out had always been a great stress reliever to me, nothing seemed to matter; anger, sadness, gone in a pure rush of adrenaline. Of course I also had a wonderful Dad who had introduced me to another major stress reliever. After I had talked to Jed about it, our eyes met. Dad had been sick for a week that day and as mentioned, Jed was handsome, built strong, half man more than boy. I'd felt a stirring sitting so close to too him. I took Jed completely by surprise with a long simmering kiss.

"What are you doing?" he asked me.

"Apologizing?" I said, trying to look seductive.

"You're just a kid." At 14, he technically was too.

"A horny kid," I told him honestly.

Jed laughed. I swung across his lap and slipped him some tongue, causing Jed to spring to life against my groin. Horny as I was I kissed the bigger boy hungrily, greedily, holding onto his hard biceps. His eyes widened under my assault, like most he wasn't prepared for a sexually aggressive 11 year old.

"Is this happening?" he said dumbly.

"Just shut up and enjoy it."

Before long we were screwing. Once he got in the groove of things he was very eager to get laid. I decided to let him ravage me; I could always train him for more extensive sex later. In less than two minutes I was under him. If he were to be aggressive I weren't in a position to defend myself. I rely a lot on people not catching me before I catch them. But Jed was a very gentle lover. He quickly realized I wasn't a virgin, but he took it slow anyway. His rock hard cock skewered me ever so slowly.

After a week without sex I was very tight. Unlike what I discovered with Mike later; Jed was patient, in no rush. He didn't bore into me like a virgin stallion, only concerned for the endgame. He showed great restraint, knew just when to hold it so he wouldn't finish too quickly. I just stayed under his strong young body and enjoyed the ride.

I flattered him immensely between groans of pleasure; he was an expert at making you cry out in pure lust. I looked over at his night stand; there was a picture of a girl there. He called her the one good thing in his life. She lived with her biological Mom and Jed only saw her on weekends.

"If it weren't for me she'd refuse to come here."

He spoke of her with surprising tenderness. His lovemaking ended being tender, his thrust got harder and faster.

"I'm going to come soon, hold on," he warned me.

I clung to his smooth body, the silky hair on his young chest rubbing my skin. The finish line was fast and rough; I'd told him to test what I could take. Jed was heaving inside me as he erupted, volleys of boy milk violently filling my pussy.

He was quite the cuddler when we were done, clinging to me from behind for half an hour before he took me once again, that time slowly all the way, pulling several orgasms from me, the last one squeezing another one out of him. We shared some last minute kisses.

"You're quite a girl Mikaela; I wish they could all be like you. I must admit, being taken down by a girl was surprisingly exiting."

"I think I'll manage to give you a challenge from time to time," I told him.

Jed and I built a strong friendship after that, he'd never asked me about my sexual experience, he came around a lot when no one else was training. We worked together, I loved trying to take him down, though it became hard as he got to know me, but that was OK, it drove me too see it as a challenge and they can only make you better.

Suffice to say, the close proximity had the fighting ending in sex more often than not.

As the school day continued I thought, who the fuck needs a useless pretty boy like Mike.

I won't bore you with school details so let's see what Dad has been up to.

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When Mikaela came home from school she had that boy Jed with her. He's a nice boy, though definitely somewhat rough around the edges. I'd suspected for a while that Mikaela was sleeping with him, but I had never flat out asked. A girl could do worse I guess; the boy is very handsome, especially since he started paying more attention to how he looked. He'd been so greasy the first time I saw him, but now he was always freshly washed and had cut his hair from the long haired style that had never fit his looks in the first place. They were holding hands when they came towards me.

She wore white sneakers, with orange trim; her shorts were also light orange. Her shirt was white under a white unbuttoned knitted jacket. You could see her legs dangerously high which I'm sure were the point. If it had been a skirt she would have been sent home to change. It was an outfit similar to the one she wore the first time I had ever laid eyes on her, except then the color scheme had been yellow.

Mikaela was five the first time. I'd been out on a job, aiming my rifle to kill a man, in a park as the people who hired me had wanted me to kill him publicly. My heart nearly stopped when I'd seen her, I had never reacted that strongly to a child before, especially someone as young as five which wasn't really my style. But with her it had been different. There was just something about her that drew me right in. I got very hard just looking at her; a pretty strong reaction just at the sight of someone. I'd refocused my scope towards my target, but I had been distracted by the thought of the innocent angel I'd seen that I missed. I hit the guy in the throat. He'd ended up on the ground, clutching his throat, blood seeping between his fingers. I don't mind killing as long as it's quick and painless so I quickly re-aimed at his head, pulled the trigger and saw a large portion of his skull vanish in a mist of blood and brain matter.

Mission accomplished I tried to find the girl again, my target already forgotten. She and her mother had reached a car and were stepping inside, never noticing what had happened a thousand yards away. I guess I'm very efficient. I took a mental note of the license plate for possible future use.

It's not the most romantic situation to fall in love with is it? But that's what went down, I'd loved the girl with a passion ever since. I probably wouldn't' have her in my life right now if her parents didn't turn out to be such scum.

Mikaela let Jed's hand go and rushed over to me, performing a perfect spinning kick right in front of my nose before giving me a hug. If it weren't for Jed I probably would have taken her right there on the grass.

"I'm starving Dad; I hope you don't mind me inviting Jed? He won't stay long."

It was fine by me, wanting her and not having her for a little while longer could only add excitement to what would come when he left. I made us some sandwiches and fresh lemonade and we enjoyed them out on the veranda.

Eventually Jed trotted home. Thank God as I was dying to have her.

My girl and I were all over each other the moment he was out of sight, scrambling hand in hand inside the house. We stood on the living room floor, both of us undressing fast and I took her furiously right there on a rug in front of our fireplace. Her cunt overflowed with sperm when I pulled out. We stayed there and kissed until I got hard again and I carried her to my bed to properly make love to her.

Want to hear her take on it? Be my guest.

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As Dad lay me down on his bed I simply shivered with anticipation. With him just having fucked me I knew he was going to take his time, which is the best way to have sex. There's nothing like a good fuck after slowly building towards the moment. Dad made me put on the dress I had worn to the party as he was dying to have fun with me in it. Wearing it and nothing else I was returned back first to Dad's bed. Our bed really as I spend most nights there with him. My legs dangled off the bed so Dad sat on the floor, putting my feet in his lap, right on top of his hard rod.

"God, you have great legs," he told me, running his hands across the smoothness of my calves.

I lifted my other foot so he could suck my toes; he's pretty big on that.

"I could get lost for hours on this part of you alone," he told me for the millionth time.

His thick tongue snaked their way between and under my toes, he sucked them all one by one, while his hands still rubbed my legs, further and further up. Only when I got impatient did he let my toes go, his tongued joining his hands on its journey up my legs. Soon his head vanished up my dress, making me spread my thighs so he could kiss the skin on the inside. I could see his head bulge my dress as he licked and licked. He claims my thighs are his favorite body part of mine, second only to my ass. His breath warmed its way across my pussy.

"I've missed you Daddy. Please, lick my pussy."

Dad's hot tongue wormed its way slowly across my outer labia without pushing for further entrance; he just teased me on the outside.

"Eat me now, Daddy, push harder."

I spread my thighs as far as I could make them, which is considerable, causing my labia to spread further. Torturing me some more Dad licked only my clitoral hood, making me ache for his loving touch on the clit itself; it was out in the open.

"Make me come, Daddy. It's not funny anymore. Oh, please!"

Bypassing my clit the bastard focused on the hole, trying to get inside me as far as his tongue could manage. That hole has its own pleasures and Dad had me writing desperately, making me try to fuck the tongue. I pushed up and down on it for a while before I threatened to hurt Dad if he didn't get to my damn clit already. I heard his muffled chuckles under my dress.

"As my mistress commands," he said, going for the best place on earth; there's no substitute for an experienced man playing with your clit like he's holding a jawbreaker.

Dad took me slowly, leisurely licks on my clit while he also inserted a finger in my hole. The twin sensations had me coming rather quickly and coming wet, bathing my pussy and his tongue as pleasure rocked my world. It was so intense I couldn't focus on anything else if I'd tried.

"I'M COMING, DADDY!"

Dad came out from under my dress with the most satisfied smile on his face. He still manages to look so proud of himself over something he's done so many times. He pulled me to my feet and slipped the straps off my dress, making the garment fall in a heap at my feet. Dad's eyes caressed my whole body.

"How do you do that, Dad?"

"Do what, sweetie?"

"After 7 years you still look at me like you're admiring me for the first time. You even do it when I'm dressed."

"What can I say; you never stop taking my breath away and you never will."

I took the sexiest walk I could towards him, and then got on my tippy toes to give him a kiss with my pursed lips. My hand cradled the tip of his cock, easing the foreskin slowly off of it. I looked down on the angry purple snake as it stared back with its one eye.

"Is that for me, Dad?"

"Yeah, he's as glad to see you as always."

I felt the girth of the thing in my hand. After all these years the size of the thing was still a little intimidating. I knew about 6 inches was the average size, so 9 could be quite a handful, literally in this case. I still wanted it back inside me as our first fuck had been way too short.

"Oh, baby, the things you do to my dick," Dad sighed heavily, "Jack me off, sweetie."

I squeezed it harder, stroked it fast, while kissing down his chest, and then through the dense jungle of his pubic hair. My hand kept going on his big hardon as I sank to my knees.

"I'm going to suck you now, Daddy," I said, my breath increasing as I slipped down the length of his steel monster.

"Sweetie, take me down your throat."

Only at the point of gagging did I stop, and then slowly slipped back up. I kissed the tip of his cock, jerking off the shaft again. I could feel Dad's legs go rubbery under my hands as I braced myself on them as I sucked him back in once again. For the hundredth time I tried to deep throat him fully, but it was just too fucking long. Instead I increased the suction strength of my mouth which had gotten considerable over the years. I bobbed hard and fast for a minute or so then slowed down, letting him feel my tongue massaging the underside of his dick. I gently rolled the stones in Dad's sack between my fingers. His swallowed cock thrust upward, fucking me between the lips. I took it for as long as I could before it took a toll on my jaw. I took it bravely, thrust after thrust, sucking hard. By the time I came off it was dripping with my saliva and Dad's precome. To rest I jacked him off, the shaft only. My tongue was out, tasting the bitter taste of his precome. I shot my tongue in and out of my mouth, rapidly licking the tip, licking and licking and licking. Then I focused my tongue on the area his foreskin was attached to the head, which knew was a very sensitive spot. My tongue was glued to the spot as I thrust against it.

"Mikaela, I can't hold it. I'm too horny. Mikaela! Oh, baby, lick my cock."

Dad's breathing got hot and heavy and I took the head in my mouth, squeezing it as hard as I could, shaking my head back and forth.

That was it. Jet after jet of hot adult spunk coated the roof of my mouth, my tongue, the back of my throat. Dad cried my name a million times as he emptied himself in my throat. I couldn't possibly swallow it all, a mouth full of semen dripping down my chin. Dad fell down on the bed and I jumped on him, pressing my jizz coated lips against his. It hung like strands of spit between us. If it tasted good it would have been the icing on the cake of an incredible sex life. I kissed on his body, lapping up the white liquid that was left to get Dad properly dry. I shared that with him too.

I still wanted to be fucked again but his cock was dead, I'd totally killed it. I guess put it in a coma would be more appropriate. I was determined to bring it back to an awakened state so I let Dad feel the coolness of my skin against his, feel my mouth on his, then my tongue pressing for entrance. It slipped in circles around Dad's own tongue and his hands grabbed onto my ass. His penis was still down, but his desire for me was not. Being wanted so much by someone who'd had me so much would never get old. His firm hold on my ass drew me harder into him. I swirled my hips in small circles, humping his limp state.

"I love to feel you thrusting your ass, baby girl," Dad whispered in my ear. "I love the texture of your skin; so smooth, so delicious." Excessive flattery is Dad's forte. It can get boring with others, but never with Dad.

I flinched as Dad stuck a finger in my tight ass. He kept doing it, preparing me. Once he got hard again I knew my asshole was in for it. Dad loves giving it to me in my ass and fingering it, knowing I'd let him put his dick in my back door, did the trick, he swelled against my pussy. I rode the hardening shaft and the feel of its size had me climaxing, that and his finger in my ass. I'm very partial to anal sex myself and I looked forward to what was coming as I had massive shivers going through my body during one long orgasm, it seemed it would never end. I didn't squirt that time, but the climax was still intoxicating as hell.

"You ready for a new visit from my cock in your sweet bum, sweetie?"

I sure was. It had been a while as my ass needs longer breakes then my pussy does.

For an answer I rolled over on my stomach, pushing my butt backwards, making my bubble butt poke tantalizingly up at Dad's admiring gaze. Dad grabbed my hips, lifting me up on my knees to open my cheeks and I stayed in that position long enough for Dad to ease in his cock head. Then he shoved forward, pressing me back down on the bed by thrusting his entire cock inside me with one hard stroke. I cried out from the sharp pain, yet I was thankful the worst got done quickly. My butt doesn't get used to it as quickly as my pussy does, though unlike my pussy my ass can take every inch of Dad.

He gave all of his focus on plowing the back door cunt under him. He was on top of me so my body touched his from top to bottom. His arms got hooked under my armpits and he pressed his unshaven cheek to my smooth one. My legs were trapped under his as he rode on my back. He pressed hard against my buttocks every time he bottomed out.

"God, your back is warm against my chest, baby," Dad moaned softly.

The intimate closeness and the slow way Dad took me made me come again. It made my asshole clamp down uncontrollably, trapping Dad inside me. His cock was pulsing and throbbing so wildly inside me that I came twice in a row. I screamed from the unadulterated pleasure of it all. This had made Dad come in me many times but now he was still hard. It wasn't over yet.

"God, that was intense, Daddy," I told him.

Dad kissed my cheek and continued fucking me; so furiously and so hard it got painful enough for him to have to stop. I guess I could have taken it but Dad simply refuses to hurt me no matter how horny he might be. He just hadn't been fucking my butt long enough for me to be ready for such a hard ride yet. So he slowed down; careful, even strokes in my butt. His recent orgasms really made him last and in the end my ass was sufficiently ready for the pounding he was so desperate to give me. For a few minutes he gave me one hell of a pounding before I yet again begged off. Usually we would have waited for the orgasm but he wasn't near having one so we switched over to my pussy.

I straddled Dad's waist, then eased my pussy down the head of his dick. I started going around in circles on top of him while keeping his head inside me. Dad just loves it when I do that. Back to him I held my hands on his knees as I rode his cockhead with my pussy. Just the cockhead, which I know drives Dad nuts. It was the only way he could fuck me in the beginning for quite some time and he was still desperate to switch to full penetration.

"Sweetheart, you're driving me crazy."

I just laughed, torturing him for a long time. In the end he just couldn't take it anymore. Dad told me to face him and I did. He scooted to get his back against the headboard. His hands climbed up my back and onto my shoulders. He grabbed my shoulders firmly and pushed down hard, while also thrusting his waist up. We clung to each other as we fucked, the room echoing with groan and moans and yelps of yes and fuck me and take me and you feel so good. Still inside me Dad got on his knees and fell forward on top of me. I clung to him as he screwed my wildly, long and so very, very hard. He lasted and lasted and I could only take and take and take it. For a good 20 minutes he did me on king size bed and silk sheets. I climaxed several times. The whole experience was so god damn amazing I passed out from the intensity of it all.

"Did you come?" I asked Dad as I came to.

"My God, baby, are you all right? You scared the shit out of me."

"Yeah, Daddy, I'm fine. Did you come?"

He nodded.

"Not much, but yes. Are you sure you're all right?"

"I'm just fine. But I'm tired. I'll just sleep right here OK? Just for a while."

"OK, baby, I'll wake you up when dinner is ready."

I smiled, closed my eyes and slept.

---

After cleaning Mikaela's precious cunt with some baby wipes I got dressed and trotted down to the kitchen to start on dinner. I prefer to make dinner from scratch and cooked up a tomato sauce to pour over self-rolled meatballs and macaroni. I put some fruit and ice cubes and juice in the blender for a smoothie for each of us. The machine is pretty loud and it's possible it woke Mikaela because shortly after she came naked downstairs in all her pale glory.

"Oh, no you don't, young lady, get dressed."

"Since when are clothes mandatory around here, old man?"

"The last thing I need right now is to get horny again, so you scoot on upstairs."

"Spoilsport."

But she turned around and walked where I told her, her fleshy marble butt cheeks vanishing from sight. Most asses are more oval shaped but hers is like watching to perfectly round balls encased in flesh. It's also so firm the cheeks barely moved when she walks. Clothes were definitely a good idea because that perfect bum had me hard in an instant. I went to the fridge to get some frozen grapes that I prefer to have in glasses rather than use ice cubes.

During dinner Mikaela filled me in on something that had happened while I was gone. I had to admit, it took me by surprise. I'd seen Mike and he'd seemed a pretty stand up type of boy. Appearances really can be deceiving. I was very proud of the way she had handled herself and I was dying to know why Jed went to such lengths for her. They just had to be lovers by the way Jed looked at her with such pride when he thought I weren't looking. Who can blame the poor guy; she'd been doing a number on me for 7 years. It's a good way she'd handled it as I couldn't imagine what I'd do if someone hurt my angel like that.

When we were full Mikaela let the food settle for half an hour or so before she got eager to go to the barn for a nice workout. Watching her did my libido no favors; neither did the stretches she wanted me to help her with after. She only wore some skintight clothing and every slowly developing curves was on display. I spread her legs, pressing on them to give them a nice stretch, hardly able to stop looking on the camel toe the outfit gave her. I grabbed one leg at a time, pushing them onto her body in a straight line. If someone tried that with me I wouldn't have been able to walk for a week. When Mikaela considered herself finished she looked lovingly up at me. I gave her a small kiss, then a more lingering one. My cock had been hard for ten minutes already and pressed against her.

"God, I love you, Mika," I told her.

She whispered the same back to me and wrapped her limbs around me. She squeezed, testing how much I could take and eventually I had to give. The villainess from James Bond that strangled men to death with her thighs must have had Mikaela's legs as a child. Strong my litte lover is.

"Make love to me again, Daddy."

I slowly undressed her, caressing every inch of her in the process, with her pussy saved for last. I spent over half an hour down there, bringing her to climax again and again. Who the fuck needed dessert when you had what I had? In the end Mikaela was literally begging me to fuck her. I gave pussy and ass every inch I could, slowly the whole time. I don't know how but I managed my third orgasm of the day. My limit had always been two. We must have been quite a sight lying there, rolling around, bumping and grinding, bucking towards each other as I thrusted deep inside her oh so beloved body again and again. Finally our raging arousal was dimmed for the day.

Back in the house I suggested we go into the game room and she happily agreed. There are no computer games in there, no X-Box or PlayStation. I'm totally old school with board games and an old Atari 2600 that still worked fine after 30 odd years. I'd gotten it when I was 8, way back in 1981 and it only had some minor burn damage from a fire when I was 12.

A week prior to the day of the fire I had been at school with a raging pain in my belly. I'd been in the bathroom several times and in the end my teacher sent me home. I had the keys to the house, but when I got there I realized I weren't alone. My sister went to school later than me and had been kept home after I left. I heard some familiar noises from my parent's room, which was weird because I knew full well Mom was working. I thought maybe Dad have some lady friend behind Mom's back but the sounds coming from the other person sounded like a girl. When I walked in there I found Dad's hairy ass bouncing up and down, with only a tiny pair of legs poking out from his sides.

They belonged to my sister Diana. I was frozen to the spot, discovering my father fucking his daughter. My sister meant everything to me and the chubby fuck was hurting her. I'd hated Dad for years after he started hitting me whenever he got drunk. I weren't too fond of Mom either. Sure, she took me out of the house when Dad hurt me but always ended up going back. My 12 year old self had started pulling at and hitting dear old Pop, but he just got up and punched me hard in the gut and then pushed me out. The last thing I saw before the door was slammed in my face was Diana desperate to get away as Dad pounced on her again. I did not let up; I just stormed back inside the room, clogging my father in the back of the head with a bedside book.

In a rage he got up and started hitting me. I didn't care, as long as he left Diana alone. When he was finished with me his lust had evaporated and he told Diana to get dressed and threatened to kill Mom if we said anything.

Later, Diana begged me not to tell Mom, fully believing Dad's threat. Once again Mom took me and Diana to her sister's house, angry with Dad for hurting me yet again. Predictably it didn't last, before long she was grumbling about going back, making her usual pathetic reason to Aunt Abby and to me. But it wasn't just me at stake any more. Diana cried every night in the room we shared at Aunt Abby's house. I could hardly get her to stop clinging to me. Going back home was out of the question and I realized there was only one thing to do.

In the middle of the night I snuck out of the house and went to ours. I saw an empty liquor bottle in the living room and found Dad dead drunk upstairs. We had a huge lawn so there was plenty of gasoline in the garage for Dad's brand new motorized lawnmower. No more pushing lawnmowers for him, he had claimed. Like he ever cut the fucking grass rather than send me to do it. I led a trail of gasoline upstairs, along the upper floor corridors and outside Dad's bedroom door. There was no hesitation, no regrets, not even fear; it was something I had to do.

Lighting the first match was easy.

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I was focusing intently on the screen as the Space Invaders enemies came down fast as hell. I died, just as I was about to shoot the last one. I started to turn around when I heard Dad snoring behind me. We were sitting in an extra wide, extra-long chair. We have room side by side but as usual I sat between his outstretched legs. I snuggled back and played another round and that time I beat the game. Most would rather have PlayStation or X-Box but I preferred Dad's old fashioned games. Not that I was much of a player, but I usually joined Dad when he asked me too.

Getting up I grabbed a blanket and slipped it over Dad. He'd slept in the big chair before, as have I. Bending down I gave his amazing lips a few fluttery kisses, my hand running through his dark brown curls. God, how much I love that man. His arms is the safest place in the world, he can look at me with affection and lust, making me weak in the knees. His body is strong and lean, always smelling of perfume for men and aftershave. Suddenly Dad rolled over and his butt pressed against the blanket. I love that tight, round butt of his, holding it when he drives his wonderful dick inside me. He always knows just when to slow down and when to fuck the shit out of me. I'd been fucked by him since I was 9 and was well used to it by now, I can't imagine going for long without sex.

I don't know what everybody is so bent out of shape about. A good fuck when you're just a kid can be such an incredibly amazing experience when the man in question cares more for your pleasure than his own needs, someone who stops when you ask him to despite his desire to keep driving into you. He'd been so patient with me when he'd introduced me to full on intercourse, so eager for me to enjoy it as much as he did. He'd been right too; once you've gotten past the pain, there would be no stopping even a young girl like me. I can be insatiable to the point of Dad swearing he'd never manage to have sex again. I take getting a limp penis hard as a challenge. Right now though I was more than satisfied, it'd been a great homecoming. I slept like a baby.

The next morning Dad woke me by serving a steaming cup of coffee. I don't really care much for it, but it's a great way to get you ready for the day. Dad was next to my bed in his boxers, his package lying heavily inside. I ran a finger through the hair below his bellybutton while sipping coffee with my other hand. There was something else I needed every morning and half the cup ended up in the sink later.

Dad tossed my covers aside, exposing me in a nightgown the size of a bathing suit, all made of silk. He pulled me into a sitting position, slipping the small slip of a cloth down my body and off my long legs. He put the covers back over me and dove head first under it, his expert tongue finding my moist opening. He can get quite far with that tongue of his. The tongue found the extra sensitive spot right inside my vagina and Dad licked my pussy there slowly. It made me come like it always did. The exploration of that familiar territory continued with the fullness of his tongue being dragged like a wet blanket from the spot between my vagina and asshole all the way to the top of my clitoral hood and down again. Dad gripped my thighs firmly and the tip of his tongue played carefully with my swollen underage clit. A few minutes of that gentle attention had me coming again.

Our usual morning ritual nearly concluded Dad went to the closet to find something for me to wear. He likes to dress me as well as undress me and I looked forward to what he'd pick. First he tossed me some panties, then came over with some socks; a very light shade of pink; socks he rolled up my legs to a little above the knee. He fetched a dress of the same color and slipped it over my slim frame. It was clothes I had never seen before which meant he'd bought it on his trip. The dress was halfway down my thighs, leaving a ten inch spot of skin between socks and dress. It left my shoulders and arms free too. There was a half jacket that went with the ensemble, made of pink, fake fur.

It was breathtaking. I felt like million dollars. It made me look virginal to adults and sexy as hell to boys all at the same time. I twirled for him, checking myself in the mirror.

"Oh, thank you, Dad, it's fantastic."

I hugged hard enough to hurt him I was so grateful. I knew it would make Laura hate me even more; she resented me for having more expensive clothes than her. Well, I'm not dressing down just because other girls can't take competition. If their boyfriends like me, tough shit.

If you can skip down stairs then I managed. Breakfast was waiting, orange juice and toast. It went down fast. I put on some perfume, my hair still smelled nice from the shower the day before, and off to school I went.

On the way there I ran into Jed and walked hand in hand with him. People knew now we didn't hate each other so there was no reason to hide it anymore. He'd served his purpose and I was glad, I cared about him and didn't want to hide it anymore. Not that I was about to broadcast that we were fuck buddies as well as friends. We got some looks of surprise though. My friend Bethany joined us. A guy tried to make fun of her burns but Jed glowered at him so he scampered off like a little pussy. I waved a five fingered wave at Laura and Mike.

During lunch I was sitting by myself when a boy, 13 came over.

"Hi," he said, sitting down. "I'm Adam."

"Every girl in school knows who you are. You make them all wet around here left and right."

God, were does these things come from? I don't do it on purpose, I swear. But Adam just laughed, telling me I was funny.

"Want to walk around the school yard with me?" he asked.

I was skeptical as he and Mike are friends; were they setting me up all over again?

"Come on," Adam said, holding out his hand.

I took it and walked with him, prepared for anything. As he talked to me he kept looking over at me. We stopped near a tree and he turned me to face him.

"You look great, Mikaela. You don't believe in a simple jeans and shirt combo do you?"

I shrugged. "What's wrong with showing some style?" I asked him.

"Oh, nothing. You really do look amazing, boys are staring, and you should get used to that this year."

I smiled. "Careful, you're going to give a girl a swelled head. It'll go well with yours," I said, looking at the bulge starting in his pants.

Adam looked totally taken aback. Shit, there I went again. But he got over it and laughed.

"Do you always just say what's on your mind, Mikaela?"

"Is there any other way?"

Smiling, he shook his head, conceding I had a good point.

"So, Adam, how come you came over to me, I didn't know you even knew my name?"

"For a long time, I didn't," he said honestly. Brownie points for him. "But you've changed so much it's hard not to notice anymore."

"I only lost my braces Adam."

"No, it's more than that. You dress a new way, you seem more confident, you're certainly outspoken. But mostly, you're tough. Kicking Jed's ass didn't hurt. Did you do that for real? I know now you're friends, so maybe he let you?"

I shook my head.

"No, that was genuine. I just apologized later, realized how nice he can be and we became friends."

"Can we become friends?" he asked me, voice going softer.

I wanted to, he sure was gorgeous enough, but how do I know his friend Mike wasn't behind this? I didn't want to get hurt like that again.

"Maybe," I said. "Maybe."

But Adam isn't used to hesitation and no, so in the following week he was insistent and slowly I warmed up to him. We shared lunch a few time the following week. That Friday Adam took me some where private in the schoolyard. His little finger stroked my wrist as we held hands.

"Mikaela," he started. "I was wondering if tomorrow..." He took a pause.

"If you'd like to..." He paused again. Sighed. "...God, your eyes are green."

He leaned forward and kissed me.

"Such amazing green eyes." His sweet breath was on my lips. He finally asked me out.

I got lost in the sight of his aqua blue eyes. I nodded.

"Great," he said excited. "How about seeing Skyfall? Maybe get some food first? I'm sure Dad will drive us."

"What car do you have?" I asked him.

"Volvo, why?"

"Why doesn't Dad drive us? I'm sure you'll love to be in a Mustang muscle car."

"Actually I would," he smiled. "Sounds great. So it's a date then?"

I nodded. Stepping closer I tilted my head up at his taller frame. We took the initiative simultaneously, our lips meeting, softly, then with more passion. The only reason we broke apart was because a teacher was close by and for some reason they frown on too much display of affection.

Hand in hand we walked past Laura and Mike. Her eyes are big to begin with but now they got huge.

"What the hell are you doing with that bitch?" Laura asked Adam rudely.

"Hey, don't talk to my girlfriend like that," Mike said.

I stepped forward and grabbed Laura by the throat.

"Talk to me like that again, you fucking cunt and I'll break you in half."

Then I realized what Adam had said. I let go and turned to him.

"Did you say girlfriend?"

Adam nodded. "If you'll have me."

"I don't know," I told him. Was Laura acting again? Was Mike; who had stepped forward to pull me off Laura?

"Let's see how the date goes first OK, Adam?"

"Sure."

We walked off.

"I don't dare say no," Mike finished with a laugh. He repeated the line I had given Laura, mimicking my voice pretty well and laughed again. Maybe he was the real thing? I hoped so, but I was still wary in the back of my mind. I so wanted this to be the real thing.