There’s a First Time For Everything

The next time we were together Ingrid and I didn't really do anything sexual. We mostly snuggled in front of my big screen, played games and went for a drive. Sitting in my car, parked on a hill, looking out at a lake, we just held hands and talked about this and that.

"Tell me, honey. How do you spend your days when you're out all day long? You still friends with...what was her name again...Annette was it?"

"Andrea, actually. No, she moved away. I have a friend, Anniken that I hang out with a lot. Her dad is really into nature and often takes us on hiking trails with him. I still do gymnastics once a week, though not now during summer break. Same goes for soccer practice, which I'm more into than ever. There's a grass field not too far from my house and I hang there a lot. There's several boys I play with, we're often there from morning until dinner, no matter how many hours go by, we play and play."

My libido stirred a little at the thought of her in a soccer outfit. She mostly likely had it for practice. I asked just in case. She looked sideways at me, clearly sensing the thought behind my question.

"You'll see," she smiled.

"So, several boys, huh? Any rivals for me?"

She giggled.

"If they see me as anything other than one of the guys, they don't show it. But who knows?"

Oh, I knew all right. No way in hell healthy boys her age was anything but into someone as stunning as her. She probably filled their fantasies when they came home from said field. We made out a little bit before we drove back to my apartment, where we kissed some more. It didn't go beyond that though.

Things were a little different the next time. We met up after she had played soccer; she had her kit on and a ball under her arm. The shorts were green, with yellow stripes on the side, the shirt green and yellow striped, her knee-high socks green, white soccer shoes. Her hair was sweaty, matted to her forehead. As uniforms went, this was fucking hot.

"You're drooling, Mark," she said, jumping in the car.

"Did you dress like this for me?"

"I thought you might like it, you were so easy to read when you asked if I owned some. You know, I never really use this when I play with the guys..."

"And?" I said when she paused.

"...hehehe. I kept in mind what we talked about...the boys maybe liking me. So, I kept looking at them and I definitely caught them staring. I don't know if it was the outfit, but one guy, Alex, I caught him adjusting his groin after looking at me several times. And another thing, I've never thought of it much before, it being part of the game, but they hold onto me much longer than to each other when one of us scores."

I laughed into the wind in my face.

"That's my Ingrid, driving men and boys crazy. Tell me, do you enjoy the attention?"

"Yes. I do. It's very exciting, realizing you have such a strong effect on someone. I asked the guys for favors, I've never noticed before, but they sure are quick to say yes."

"I keep telling you, you are a breathtaking girl."

She just smiled bashfully at me. Getting her to my apartment was a bigger priority than ever before. Ingrid must have been into the mood too because she jumped in my arms before we made it to my apartment door. Her legs and arms wrapped me tight as her head rested comfortably on my shoulder. In the apartment, little kisses started raining down on my face. The bedroom was next, and as she refused to let me go, I lowered her down on my bed. I rolled over on my back to get her on top, her legs straddling my waist. I carried her with a firm grip on her butt. On the bed, I didn't let go, and with the soccer shorts being very loose, my hands slid easily down inside.

"Another gift for me?" I asked, noticing she has skipped on underwear.

"Thought you might get a kick out of it."

So perceptive, my little princess.

"You smell pretty good when you're all sweaty," I told her.

"Oh, shut up," she said, but she stroked my cheek, apparently appreciating the compliment, however corny. Her silken buttocks slid inside my palms and I squeezed gently.

"That feels so good, Mark, I love it when you touch me."

I grinded against her as I massaged her round globes. That amazing mouth pressed gently against mine, both of us sighing with pure contentment. I could just bottle my happiness and sell it for a fortune. Not that I needed one.

The tip of her little wet tongue pressed against my teeth, eager for entrance. Earnest French kissing soon ensued as she met my thrusts with her own, her cheeks tightening in my hands. Her mouth is pretty full and mine is somewhat small so there was no particular size difference that could make kissing akward like was often the case between kids and men. Ingrid sat up and grabbed my shirt, ripping it open so buttons flew everywhere. Her small hands massaged my chest, curling the hairs I had between her fingers. Her head dipped down and sucked one of my nipples.

This was new, and it was an awesome feeling. She licked from one nipple to the next, chewing lightly on them, just enough to make them sting, before light kisses went in a trail down my abdomen. I have somewhat of a six-pack and her tongue tickled me there before venturing further south, her nose and lips gliding through the trail of hairs that led from my navel down n into my pants.

"Did you like that?" she said and jumped on me, nuzzling her face in my throat.

"Awesome, baby" I said, as my hands pulled her soccer shirt up her back.

I had her sit higher on my chest, so I could lick her front as her skin got exposed. Ingrid just has the most amazing abdomen; smooth, flat, not too hard, just the perfect amount of softness. She threw her head back, moaning as my tongue played around her navel, somewhere in the middle of an outie and innie, not fully either one. The shirt slipped higher up that beautiful body, taking my breath away. I was kissing the middle of her chest when her tiny boobs appeared next to my cheeks.

She maneuvered one over to my mouth. I cupped what there was to grab onto and sucked all of it in my mouth. There was something so primal about the sounds she started to make as I sucked her tits. My hands caressed her shoulder blades, which I pushed on to get her tighter against my face.

"Oh, Mark. Lick me, oh yeah, kiss my chest. I miss you so much when we're apart." She switched nipples. "I think of you so much." Nipple switch. "Your strong arms." New nipple. "Your big, hard co…thing. Can I suck it again? You can shoot in my mouth, I don't mind."

Now how could I say no to an invitation like that? I wrapped her in my arms, rubbing her lower back. We made out for a while, before she fulfilled her promise. Ingrid scooted down onto the floor, sitting on her knees, opening the top button of my jean shorts. The rest of the buttons followed. I hopped down to the bottom of the bed, getting my groin closer to her face. I helped her get the jean shorts and my boxers over my hips and she let them sink to the floor. I kicked them off and she scooted back between my knees. My cock was standing at rapt attention, like the neck of those raptors in Jurassic Park when they smelled humans. My dick jumped as she breathed heavily on it. I don't know if it was to turn me on or a breath of anticipation. I flattered myself into thinking the latter. Her breath turned into kisses, slowly up my shaft, making my dick twitch repeatedly. My groans got more and more out of control.

There were no exaggerated compliments of my cock like out of some porno movie, just Ingrid staring up the length of me, studying it. She cuddled it to her cheek, stroking the other side. There was no shyness either, no hesitation, just eager lust. I was so glad she had turned out to enjoy doing it, especially when she pulled back, opening those ripe lips, her hand pulling my foreskin back. A kiss followed, right on my tiny slit.

"Let’s do this," she stated. To my utter surprise she swallowed me up, deep throating every inch. Whatever happened to not quite managing the last inches? Had she missed the hardness filling her little mouth? She bobbed up and down, sucking hard. Her expert skills for a novice were all a horny guy could want, not once had she nicked me with her teeth. Only gagging was her problem. She did handle the whole thing perfectly, but never for long.

"Breathe with your nose, honey. It'll make it much more enjoyable for you too."

Her nose breathed heavy as she took my full size for longer stretches, bumping my pubic hair over and over.

"Oh, baby. I love you so much. Don't stop, please don't stop."

I looked down on her, still fully dressed in her children’s soccer outfit, on her knees on the floor, shoes still on, legs covered in socks, adult dick in her mouth. Truly a sight to behold, a mix of cute and obscene. I surrendered to her control, lying back on the mattress as her preteen self sent tingles throughout my whole body. Her sensational blowjob went on and on.

"Don't stop. You've gotten so good, sweetie. Take me in and out of your mouth."

Ingrid stopped and looked at me.

"Mark, I'm only 12, but I am sucking your cock, you can talk dirty to me, you know."

Spock sure is right about logic, huh? Then I was back in her mouth, her fingers gripping my balls. This time I thrusted a little in her mouth to meet her face going down. Seeing my dick gone like that, vanished inside her 12 year old face, was unabashedly erotic.

"God, Ingrid. I love you so much. You're turning into such a great cocksucker, babe."

Ingrid stood up, complaining about sore knees. She stepped out of her shorts, keeping everything else on. I jumped up on my knees, pulling her onto the bed with me, also pulling her shirt up her back to see her little butt poke out.

With that sexy sight to enjoy, I pushed her brown haired head back down in my crotch, held onto the back of her head, pressing her lips back down my shaft.

"Suck it, baby."

Her fingers dug into my hips as I fucked her face, drawing closer and closer to seventh heaven. I warned her I was going to cum, let her hair go, anxious to see if she would still take it in her mouth.

Instead, I got the surprise of a lifetime. Ingrid suddenly straddled my groin, and then pushed her preteen cunt down nearly all of my cock. She cried out in pain, as I cried out in pleasure. The pain on her face was obvious; still, she kept me inside her as my sperm flowed inside her childish love canal. Only when I was spent did she lift off me and fell down on my chest.

"Shit! That hurt" she said against my throat.

"I can't believe you did that," I said, holding her close, rubbing her back in soothing circles under her shirt.

"I wanted to surprise you. Please you. I want you to fuck me, but I'm still scared."

I guess a talk was in order, so I rolled her under me, looking down on her sweet face.

"You truly are something else, sweetheart. With you as breathtaking and special as you are, of course I want to make love to you. I want to share the ultimate sign of love with you, be part of each other, inside each other, like you and I are meant to be. I've never wanted anything so bad, anyONE so bad. But only when you're ready will we do it. And I promise to be so very gentle with you whenever it happens."

Ingrid hugged me very tight and we held each other, kissing and fondling.

“Wanna know a secret?” I asked her.

She nodded.

“The shaft is covered in skin and it doesn’t really provide much pleasure. It responds mostly to pressure; a tight grip. The real pleasure, and the key to orgasm, is in the dickhead, especially in the spot where the foreskin is attached to the head. A full blowjob is awesome, but when you aim for orgasm; focus on the head.”

“I’ll remember that. I love how honest you are with me.”

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

She also deserved a treat for her little sacrifice. I slowly pulled off her shirt, so she was nude except her soccer shoes and knee socks, as I alternated between rimming and orally satisfying her. The way she came was so cute, starting with a slight whimper that increased in volume as I relentlessly fingered her hole during her prolonged orgasm. I'd heard they could go quite long in females and Ingrid proved that notion right. She was spasming like Regan O'Neil where she lay.

Despite my talk earlier, I was desperate to replace my thin fingers with my thicker cock inside her. Just the thought of her orgasms riding her as I was inside her...

Sigh.

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When I saw her again two days later I was hoping maybe she had thought about it. She was tiptoeing around me for an hour or so, seeming a little nervous, not really instigating anything. We sat separated in the couch, her looking over at me several times. Eventually, she scooted closer, took my hand, scooted closer, put her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and she sunk into me more and more. Ingrid swung her legs over mine, head still on my shoulder.

"Mark," she said sweetly.

"Yes, sweetheart."

“I've been thinking about it for the last two days...and I think...I'm ready to try and...you know."

"Make love?"

She nodded. I looked at her for a minute, thinking about making another self-sacrificing speech about her being ready, but to be honest, I suppressed it all. I just wanted her too much. Pulling her onto my lap, I pulled off her purple top, and then trailed kisses across her collarbone, towards her heart, which was beating fast. Her breath came in short gasps as I picked her up, carrying her to my bedroom. Our clothes came off fast. I opened the covers and pushed her down on her back. Her lip was trembling a little, but I said nothing, just slid my hand down her chest and fluttering tummy, and then spread her smooth thighs apart. She was definitely trembling, not the least bit ready for this. I wish I could claim my rational side won out, putting her needs above mine, but unless she protested, I was going to do this. Nothing but protests could stop me now.

"Please be gentle with me."

I wiped a tear that appeared in her eye.

"I promise, baby. Pain is unavoidable, but I'll be as careful as I can."

She sighed, sounding loaded with both excitement and apprehension. Some preparation was needed though and I started at the bottom, sucking her little toes as my hands travelled all over her calves. As I continued further up, I got a little more impatient than planned and before you know it, her slit was before my eyes, slowly spreading apart as I pushed at her young thighs. Soon she was spread-eagled as wide as can go. Using two thumbs to spread her cunt wider, I licked it as hard as I could, slow strokes through every inch of it. Her clit was hard to the touch as my thumb slid over it. I forced my tongue inside her, eating her out for a good five minutes, bringing her to a climax. I sucked my finger in my mouth before sticking it up her hymen free chute as her orgasm was still riding her. By the time she was done, I had entered another finger, opening her for my cock. I maneuvered them in and out as Ingrid thumbed her clit. I was still finger fucking her when I replaced her finger with my tongue. I wanted lubrication from her, so I gladly spent the next 20 minutes working her over to get her to have a wet as possible climax.

Did she ever love it, crying out in ecstasy, humping my face and my fingers? Three were inside her as she clamped her pussy down on them, thankfully wetting them with her honeyed juices. She was probably ready for something bigger and I crawled over her.

"Please, don't ever leave me. Please still want me after this," she said.

I covered her lip, shushing her.

"Don't talk like that, I'm never going anywhere. Promise."

This was it, the perfect moment for our first time. Realizing natural wetness might not be enough I got some lube from my bedside drawer, smeared it all over my impossibly hard cock, which felt enormous right then. I lubed up her inside, wanting to make this as painless as possible. I grabbed her rounded thighs, pulling her towards my waiting hard on. She steeled herself for the upcoming pain, it was written all over her face.

"Relax, princess. If you tense up, it'll cause extra pain."

But when I pushed my cockhead in she tensed up immediately.

"You're making your vagina tighter this way, baby. Take a deep breath and just relax."

I thrusted as carefully as I could, gaining inches. I looked down. God, my cock was actually disappearing inside this heavenly creature. Ingrid whimpered, though didn't cry out. I knew this hurt, yet she took it without protests.

"Honey, it hurts now, but trust me, you'll learn to love it. In the end, you'll feel like you won't be able to go a day without me fucking you. It's the most amazing thing ever, once the initial pain subsides."

There were still inches to gain when I met resistance inside her. I must have been further in than ever before. She cried out in pain as I pressed on anyway. I couldn't stop now; the feeling of her her slick insides surrounding my cock in a velvet prison was unlike anything I had ever experience. One hard thrust later I saw the full length of my cock gone, trapped in the world's hottest little goddess.

"It hurts. Please Mark, it hurts."

To distract her, I bent down to her small breasts for some serious nipple attention. I didn't thrust anymore; just let her get used to the feel of me inside her. Only for a few minutes though, before I pulled slowly out. I put her legs up against my chest, took hold around her thighs. She was moaning in pleasure when I took one long thrust all the way inside. It was quite easy thanks to the lubrication. She scooted a little back from the sharp pain. Slowly, I started to fuck her, my cock entering and leaving time and again. Her grip was tight on me; this was without a doubt hurting her. I dropped her legs to be able to find her clit, needing to bring her some more distracting pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, you are so tight. I've wanted this for so long. Thanks for letting me, I love you."

I tested to see if some increased force behind my thrusts would make a difference.

"It hurts, Mark. God, it hurts."

"Too late now, my angel."

I didn't go any harder, but I kept bucking my hips, shooting in and out while groaning loudly.

"Unnnngh. Yeeeeaaah. Your cunt is so hot; I knew you'd be a good fuck."

"It hurts. Please, stop, Mark."

"Shh. Relax, you'll get used to it," I said selfishly.

"It hurts really badly, Mark."

I slowed for a while, fucking carefully, despite my urge to fuck her brains out, as she clearly needed more time to adjust to me sliding into her. How I found the patience I don't know.

Eventually though, I went harder and faster to work on her vagina. Ingrid was soon crying from the pain, her small hands having a death grip on the bed, but I was past the point of no return.

Tears were running down her smooth cheeks, yet somehow she found it in her to grit her teeth, refusing to acknowledge the pain. Her determination to take this made me so proud of her.

"Ingrid, Ingrid, Ingrid. You are so fucking hot. You drive me crazy."

I lay across her and she wrapped her limbs around me, squeezing the life out of me, her short nails raking my back as I ravaged her preteen body. She was grunting every time I took an inward stroke. I rode her nonstop as the bed sheets got wet under her. My pride in and love for her couldn't be stronger even when, driven beyond the point of exhaustion, she said:

"No more, Mark, I can't take anymore, I can't take the pain anymore."

"It's OK, I'm cumin," I said, burying myself to the hilt as my cock spasmed, erupting inside her.

"I'm cuuuuuuumin. Aaaaaaaaaaah, damn."

Our groins were glued together as I pumped her full of my no longer quite boy’s milk. I watched myself slide out of her wide-open pussy, as deflowered as an underage little girl could be. There were some light traces of blood on my shaft so I cleaned us thoroughly with a towel. I rolled away, onto my side next to her, holding out my arms and she came into my embrace.

"I'm so proud of you baby. As much as it hurt, you were still brave and took it. I probably should have fucked you very carefully the whole time, I just got a little carried away and for that I'm real sorry."

"It's OK, Mark. I'm OK. There was some pleasure too at times. If, as you say, it can feel like that every time, I'd love to try more."

And we did. The next three days in a row we saw each other for a couple of hours. The first time, I did her maddeningly slow, and didn't hear one cry or see a single tear. Small moans of pleasure was emanating from her. She asked me to try a little harder and there was utterings of both pleasure and pain. I hopped up on my knees, using her thighs to pull her towards my thrusts as I came. I fucked her hard enough during the orgasm to make her scream into a pillow.

The second time, the slow approach wasn't necessary for long, as she urged me to try harder. In the end, I was banging her pretty good as she cried out in nothing but ecstasy. Day three was the best one yet. Ingrid took control and rode me for the first time. As her jumps up and down increased, it was clear her young pussy was getting used to this.

And one thing about Ingrid; once she got going, there was no stopping her.

PS: Early the next week, her mother reentered my life.