"Get lost."

Could you believe this man? Here he had a 12 year old, horny girl, stroking him hard for a morning blowjob and he tells you to get lost.

"Come on, you're already hard."

But he pushed me away.

"I'm sleeping. For hours yet. Do not disturb me. You hear me girl?"

"Spoilsport."

I guess that was that. And here I was, pussy tingling with anticipation for him. I slipped on some pajamas Mom had gotten me for Christmas (even if they had been bought in July). Anyway, it was silk, with shorts for the pajama bottom and a night shirt that covered a few inches of my thighs, just like the shorts. Michael was asleep and I took in the sight of him, his skin bathed in the light that streamed in through the shutters, his body only covered in a thin sheet that draped him from the waist down, showing off the curve of his bubblebutt, not leaving much to the imagination. I have to try that pose for him sometime. He looked so strong, masculine, hot and peaceful. My Dad, my lover. I could feel my love for him surge through me.

"Hey," he called out to me as I went for the door. I turned, expectantly.

"You sure have great legs." And he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

A few hours later, I decided to serve him breakfast. I made some pancakes and mixed a smoothie for him. He was awake, stretching contentedly. He smiled and thanked me as I placed the tray over his hips. He ate slowly, sharing half the smoothie with me. He wiped my mouth with his thumb, then licked it. He pushed the tray away and I sat down on the bed next to him.

"God, you are pretty in the morning, honey."

I batted my thick, long, black lashes at him. Smiling, he cleared my brow of stray hairs.

"If your butt is your best part, your eyes are a very close second."

My eyes are blue, with a touch of grey, and a whisper of gold flecks shooting out from my irises. From a distance, they seem a darker shade of blue, but up close you can see they are quite a light color. Michael's eyes are like deep, oceanblue chrystals that now looked lovingly into mine. He slipped my glasses off, drawing me in for a kiss. At the risk of sounding repetative; damn, he's a wonderful kisser. I slipped him my tongue and we gently made out for a good half hour, before we broke breathlessly apart. I took the food tray with me to the kitchen while Michael got dressed. When I'd cleared the dishes away, I put my palms on the kitchen table and raised up on them, my bare feet dangling off the floor. That's when Michael came in, and he grabbed me by my thighs and lifted my butt high in the air, so that I was folded in half, hanging on to the table for dear life. Michael used his teeth to pull my pajama shorts down. The muscles in my arms were strung tight as he ate my butthole, almost making me fall face first onto the table. But, he picked me up in the air, holding me like that, leaving me no choice but to stare down at his sock feet as he licked my anus hard with his tongue. With most men I would have been terrified, but I trusted Michael and his strength. He walked into the living room holding me like this, and once there, he let me hold my palms on the table there as he started eating and eating at my pussy.

"Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God," I moaned, coming, feeling wetness drip down my thighs.

Michael tossed me in the air, spinning me in a 180 and I landed face to face in his arms. After a quick kiss, he picked me over his head, carrying me to his bed.

"You crazy man. What if you dropped..."

Then he did drop me, thankfully the landing was soft. Michael flipped me over and pounced on me, holding my legs apart on the side of the knees and fucked my cunt with his tongue. An hour later, we were both a sweaty, naked, sorejawed mess. Sitting with his legs on the floor, Michael took me on his lap, my legs dangling between his. I sat there, curled up, arms around his neck, his arms tight around my waist, both of us whispering words of affection as we cuddled. For the rest of the day, and the next, we didn't have any sex, though everywhere I turned, Michael's hands found its way to my butt, just small squeezes when I least expected it. Definately his favorite part of me. New Years grew closer as I wavered back and forth about letting him fuck me. Of course, the passing of days are inevitable and New Year's Eve arrived. We hadn't had much sex since the day after Christmas and Michael was definately in the mood. It was 3 hours until midnight and we were on a rug on the living room floor, in the 69 position. We both came, at the same time, my pussy making his face moist as his jizz exploded in my mouth. It was the frst time I swallowed all with his cock still in my mouth.

"I guess we should get dressed, maybe relax with some TV before setting off our fireworks at midnight," Michael told me.

"I don't wanna do the fireworks at midnight, I want you to fuck me for the first time when the new year starts. Fireworks outside the house my first time. Cute, huh?"

Michael sat up, got on the couch and put me on his lap for a chat like I was a little girl, looking serious. Damn, here we go, me convincing him again. But Michael surprised me.

"It will hurt, no matter how careful I am."

"I know."

"You must tell me if it gets too much for you. Your first time must be something you'll appreciate when its over and something to look back on with fondness."

"I trust you. And I can't imagine anyone my age doing anything but screwing it up, you'll do it my way."

"If you wait some years..."

"I'll be waiting forever then. I don't want some teen who only cares about coming to be my first, I want a man like you. Please."

"OK. I must be crazy, but we'll try. And you literally want fireworks?"

I laughed, kissed him, hugged him.

"Why not?"

Despite my outward showing of bravery, the approach of midnight made me more and more nervous. I almost backed out, but I knew Michael would always stop if I asked, so why not. Michael undressed me slowly, like he wanted to savour the sight of me inch by inch, telling me how lovely I was the whole time. When he got naked, his dick stood straight, and so very, very hard, the head bulging out of his foreskin. I teased it with my tongue as I tickled him under his balls and it didn't take his tiny slit long to start oozing out precum. I jacked his steel shaft between a couple of fingers, real slowly, to get him begging for more. But when he did, I didn't respond, I just let go and lay down, smiling dreamily. Michael followed, still lowering himself as his finger slipped up inside my cunt. His thumb rubbed my little nub, which was hard and bloodred. He never stopped, thumbing it as more fingers entered my child cunt, opening me up, preparing me for the main event. Whimpering with pleasure I climaxed, getting myself good and wet. I'd been playing with his balls during this and he was leaking precum more and more.

"This is the perfect time to try, sweetie."

"I'm ready, Dad."

Michael spread my legs as wide as possible and sat on his knees, towering over me. He held his strutting cock, putting it to the top of my pussy, lowered it until it was at my entrance. The fireworks in the neighbourhood was underway, and waddayaknow, one went off just as his head went inside me. I swear! I tensed for more, despite my experience with fingers.

"You have to relax, baby, or you'll just make it worse."

"Sorry."

I let myself go totally limp. Michael told me what a good girl I was as he pushed further and it went surprisingly easy. Then I looked down, and saw what was left to go of his shaft. OK, maybe it wouldn't be so easy after all. Eventually, Michael hit a dead end, meeting resistance. I groaned when he tried pushing, making him pause.

"I'm not sure about this, maybe we should..."

I interrupted him.

"Too late now, Michael. I can handle the pain, you relax now."

"OK, OK. My brave girl."

Michael thrusted, going for further entrance and slipped in a little more. It hurt, I drew in a hissing breath between my teeth.

"Go, go, it's OK. Really."

"I hate causing you pain."

"When the pain is over, will I learn to love doing this?"

"Yes. In time."

"Then shove in the rest."

He sighed. "OK, I'll count to three. Relax, go totally limp like before."

Michael heaved his hips forward at two, and his cock tore all the way inside me. I screamed from the sharp, sharp pain.

"Shit. That fucking hurts."

But Michael didn't pull out. He didn't thrust anymore either, just kept it still inside me, letting me get used to it. Boy, did I ever feel filled up. If he'd been any bigger this would have never worked. This hurt bad enough. But the pain did cease. It didn't desist, but it ceased.

"Now try the whole thing in one thrust, Dad."

He sighed again.

"I'm stubborn, I know."

With a laugh, he pulled nearly all the way out. The TV in the living room was on and we could hear the Times Square countdown. I smiled up at Michael at 8. He sighed at 6, with a small smile too. We waited, and at one he shoved himself all the way inside me. I entered the new year with an even bigger scream. Endlessly patient, Michael kept still inside me. The desire to fuck me hard must have been irresistable judging by the sounds of pleasure he made.

"Ciji, you're fantastic, God, you are fantastic, I love you so much, I can't imagine what it'll be like to really make love to you."

"I don't think I'm ready for that yet. Now, one more hole and we'll send up our fireworks."

Michael looked downright stupid when he reacted to that.

"Uhm...what?"

"My butt Dad. I handled one hole didn't I."

"I can't fuck your ass!"

"Sure you can. You've used your fingers."

"That was to highten the pleasure of using your clit."

"Well, I liked it. Come on, I really wanna try."

Michael got up and went to the bathroom. I guess I weren't gonna get my way for once. I shouldn't have underestimated how eager Michael is to please me, because he came back with a bottle in his hand that said lubricant. I'd heard of it, but never seen it. Not uttering a word, Michael lathered his fingers in the stuff and stuck them up my ass, really smearing it around in there.

"12 years old and she wants my penis in her butt, I must be insane," Michael muttered.

It didn't stop his cock from being rock hard though. I took the bottle and lubed all 7 inches for him. I spun around, putting a pillow under me and got my ass in the air.

"I'm waiting."

Michael laughed out loud and crawled over.

"I can't believe this. I'm gonna have a girls butthole. Unreal!"

Let's see if being brave is enough. To be honest, dick in my ass was easier than the vagina. It hurt to be sure, but Michael slipped in faster back there. I didn't verbalize my pain, but the pain was intense when he was all the way inside. Michael rested inside me once again, to let me have a chance to get used to it before he tried some more.

"Speed up a little, Dad."

This time he fucked me, slowly, but he fucked me. The pain subsided to an ache as he pumped me full of cock. Michael grunted my name. Wonderful Ciji. Precious Ciji.

"I'm gonna come. Oh, God. Ciji, Ciji, Ciji."

He forgot himself and banged me pretty hard as he was coming. It hurt a lot and I whimpered, tears coming to my eyes. Michael became limp and slipped out. He turned me around and I quickly wiped the tears.

"I can't believe we did this. What an extraordinary girl you are. How did you get so tough?"

I shrugged my small shoulders, sat up and hugged him.

"Thank you, Michael. It was fun. Painful, but fun. I can't wait for the day we can really make love either, hard and fast."

"I'm glad I can be there for you in this way, Ciji. And I won't go so fast next time. I was so horny I forgot, did it hurt too much? It's the last thing I wanted."

"Shh, Dad. I told you, I knew it would be hard at first. I'm OK, truly I am. Come on, let set off some rockets."

I didn't even get dressed, just jumped naked into my snow clothes. Michael had gone all out for the fireworks, it took us 45 minutes to send it all up. By the end we were the only people left sending stuff in the air.

---

In the weeks that followed, Michael and I did our daily attempt at intercourse. Just entering and staying still at first, but it got less painfull after a while and I could take more and more strokes. So we fucked, both holes. Careful, slow. But that got old after awhile and I told him to go faster and harder. By the third week, Michael fucked me silly for the first time. It started with him sitting on the edge of the bed, with me standing between his legs. His strong arms encircled my waist as he looked up at me (not that he had to look very high, massive man that he is). One of his hands grabbed a buttock, feeling the round softness of it gently, then more urgently. The other hand followed, both of them groping as Michael hungrily sucked on my nipples. He brushed by my asshole a few times and I hopped on to his lap in a four limbed grip. His cock was right under my ass while I kissed him all over his face. I manouvered myself a little so my pussy rested atop the tip of his cock.

"Fuck me, Dad, shove your amazing dick in me."

"As the lady wishes."

Two minds think alike, because as he thrusted up, I pushed down, so that he went into me in his hardest thrust yet. No pain, thank God I was past that.

"Ciji, my sweet babygirl. I love fucking you."

"No one can possible be better at this then you, Dad," I told him, as I raised my body and fell back down, impaling myself on that wonderful fleshtoy again.

He lay back with his hands still on my buttcheeks, which he now moved to my hips and lifted me up and down on him. I rode him for a while, before rolling over on my back. Michael followed, still inside me, keeping his weight light on top of my body, which was practically frail compared to his.

"Yes, Dad, more," I said, as he started pumping me, faster and faster. "Oh, yes. Oh, daddy. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy."

He kissed me hard as I clung to his neck, his cock fucking away at my warm, increasingly moist and wet hole. My raised legs was around him, feet on his pumping buttcheeks. I met this thrust with my own, drawing him as deep as possible inside me.

"That's it, Dad. Harder, don't hold back any, I can handle it now."

"Your wish is my command, Ciji."

How he drove his cock inside my cunt, one rough thrust after another. I could feel some pain, but my clit sliding along his pistoning cock overshadowed that by a million percent.

"Cock is so....amazing." I had to draw a breath before the last word. "I wish it was even bigger," I groaned.

OK, I should watch my mouth, who the hell wanna hear that when they're screwing some underage kid.

I rubbed his big back, which was running with sweat, so I lowered my feet to his thighs and grabbed his tight ass. Those muscles there worked hard as he banged me, riding me, rocking back and forth so fast I lost my grip on him, just laying there as my legs bounced from the movements of his body. I needed a break from his weight so we changed position and I rode him again, laying forwards against his chest as I rocked back and forth this time. Michael held my ass, enjoying the way it moved, the silky skin. My skin slid across his as we stroked eachother wherever we could reach.

"Work your great cock in and out of me Daddyyyyyyyyyyy." I came as he was continuing to fuck me.

I continued to brag about his dick. "What a cock," I kept going. "What an amazing cock." I owed him that after my size crack earlier.

"I love you, Ciji."

He kept going'Ciji, Ciji, Ciji' as I kept going'fuck me, fuck, me, fuck me'.

"I'm gonna come, Ciji. My adorable princess."

I sat up so I could look at him, my light eyes met his darker ones. I could only sit there, as he held me a little in the air, shoving his cock towards me, fucking my hole so incredibly fast. I climaxed again before he did, and when he did, he pushed all of himself inside, pressed down on my shoulders and started shooting wildly inside me. The sounds he made turned me on immensly and I came again. We cried out loudly, because it was so intense for both of us. We had never fucked quite like this before. When we were done, we could not stop kissing, Michael staying hard in me. He wanted more, but the fucking had left me sore so I told him to take my butt. We didn't do it quite so furiously, but I could take one heck of a pounding back there by now. Michael was exhausted before he could come again and stopped. He fell asleep before his cock shrivelled inside me. I was on top anyway so I wiped the precum off his limp, wet cock with a tissue and collapsed on top of him.

I sighed, as satisfied as I had ever felt in my life. It had been a slow road, but we were fucking just as if we were a man and woman. It's amazing how something that started out so painful, now brought nothing but pleasure. A girl's first sex partner should be an experienced man, anyone who thinks differently is an idiot.

---

That night was our last together for a little while, as Michael was headed out of town for a week. He was gonna be a surprise entrant on a wrestling pay per view event, followed by two TV show appearances the following days. I wished I could go, but he'd be busy all week and I had school. In the morning, he sat me down and had a talk with me.

"The idea on Monday is that I'm gonna start a retirement angle. You know what an angle is?"

"Sure, it's the motivation behind two wrestlers having a match."

"That's right. The angle will play out during the summer, with my retirement match on the August show. My boss wanted it on the March PPV, which is the biggest of the year, but I don't have time while taking care of you. But there still money to be made, so he agreed on the summer. Anyway, I'll be on the road all summer and if you want, you can come with me."

"Are you serious?"

"Yup, from school lets out, until Mom comes home in late July. We'll be travelling a lot, sleeping in hotels, you'll get to be in the arena with me. Not that we won't be home some too, but if this sounds too much you can stay with someone..."

"No. I wanna be with you, it sounds fun."

"Ok, then. And there is one more thing. My on screen reason for retiring will be me changing my life to concentrate on my family, just like in real life. The idea was to namedrop you a few times, but my boss suggested we make you take part in the angle, since you have no school. Would you like that?"

"You mean, be on TV?"

"Yep. A few times. It will require some acting on your part, you think you can handle that?"

"Yes. I've done a play at school twice."

"I know. I've run all this by your Mom and she agreed with my boss. She thought it would be a great experience for you. So, do we have a deal?"

I shook the hand he held out for me.

"One last thing. This requires you to keep all this a secret, we can't have any leaks, so you can't discuss the details with anyone."

"I won't. I promise. So, you really are gonna retire?"

"Yes. I'm doing this angle to get money for the wrestling school I told you I wanted to start with a friend of mine. It'll help me a long way."

Wow, I was gonna be on TV. I told Michael I had a condition. I wanted to bring Alexandra to one of the shows. I knew her getting to meet the lady wrestlers would be quite a treat for her. Michael agreed, but only for one show. Fine with me.

"When's your plane, Michael?"

"In three hours, do I need to ask why?" he laughed.

I sat on my knees on his lap, putting my hand between us to get to his dick. He was in workout clothes so it came out easy. He opened his lips for me and I savoured the taste of his tongue. Our tongues started clashing like crazy. I had jeans on, and a belt, which he struggled to open so he could enter my pants. I don't know who wanted what most, me his dick or he my cunt. Michael got the belt off, unbuttoned me, unzipped me, reached inside my panties, where a finger enjoyed the feel of my clit, but not nearly as much as I did, making me kiss him harder, pressing my tongue in as far as it would go. I straddled his thighs, giving me room to pull his shorts further down to get all his genitals out in the air. There was no underwear.

"Touch my cock," he said. "Rub it, Ciji, stroke it. It's so good." I love it when he's bossy.

Our kisses continued, softer now, as my fingers went up the shaft, then all the way down to his balls. I felt the weight of them in my hands, added pressure, then held it tight.

"Easy, baby. Easy."

"Sorry."

I took focus on his swollen cockhead between forefinger and thumb, just stroking it real slow. My asscheeks got plenty of play as usual and they were spread pretty good where I straddled him, so Michael hand went over my butthole, pressing softly.

"Put it up my ass, man."

He laughed, and obliged, adding another finger. But with my jeans still on, even opened, there was small room back there so I took it and my panties off. The rest off our clothes followed quickly and we strolled hand in hand to my bed, his hardon not wavering for a second. In my room, he picked me up, hugging me.

"Hold onto my shoulders, Ciji."

I did and Michael lowered me. My pussy hit his exposed cockhead and he pushed it inside me. Keeping a firm grip on me, he lowered and thrusted until I was in his arms with his full cock up my tight tunnel. Michael took me over to the wall and fucked me gently against it as I clung to him. But, by now, gently gets boring fast, so Michael stepped back, held me under my thighs, lifting me, dropping me, again and again. I cried out as my nipples rubbed his skin as he used me like he was lifting weights. When it got tiring, even for him, he sat us down while only his cock head was inside me. His butt hit the mattress first, just as he let my body go, my pussy impaling him so fucking hard it hurt. It passed though and I started riding his hardness, coming just as I got started.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!!!!!!!!!"

Michael lifted me off him, throwing me to the side. I landed on my stomach and he followed me, pulling me to my hands and knees. On his own knees, directly behind me, Michael pressed his hardon against my crack. He put two fingers in my wet pussy and used what he found to lubricate my ass as much as he could. He let spit fall down on his cock and put it in my back door.

"Not so gently, Dad, go for it."

Michael pressed on and I felt him gliding inside.

"Push, dammit! Get the whole thing in."

"Hey, loudmouth, language."

Language indeed. He was fucking my preteen ass.

"Jesus, Ciji, your butt is like the height of sexual pleasure," Michael complimented, as his thighs and balls started smacking repeatedly against me.

He leaned over my back, riding my butt, whispering in my ear.

"So tight, so smooth, so warm, so delicious."

My arms strained to prevent me from falling on my face due to his ramming me.

"Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, Daddy, fuck my butt. Faster, please."

"Ciji, awesome, perfect Ciji."

I was in heaven, when in addition he worked a few fingers in my fucked cunt. It was great to have his cock back in my ass, how could I ever have been afraid of this. It was more of a strain on me to be assfucked than having a cock throbbing in my cunt (unlike the first time, when ass had gone easiest), but when I started grunting too much he gave it a reprieve and changed openings. Michael kissed my neck, holding onto my waist as he screwed me hard, thrusting his hips as his cock banged my pussy with increasing fervour.

"I'm ready again, Dad." He changed. "That's IT! Oh, Daddy, fuck my ass. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it."

No language warning to that. He was too busy fucking me, and boy was he ever. He put all he could behind the thrusts, going to the hilt. Cries of sweet pleasure, the sound of flesh on flesh, body on body, panting and moaning echoed through my bedroom. We were both madly in love, it wasn't just me. My innocence was shattered, my experience was gaining, as we once again shared the glorious act of man/girl sex. Michael slowed down, saying he wanted to really savour every inch of himself entering my'hot cave'. It was orgasm time and as he shot semen in my asshole, I squeezed his cock in an extra tight grip. Waves of pleasure must have surged through his whole body, because he was yelling about coming, shaking and trembling as he squirted and squirted.

He was so spent after that; two workouts, sexual or otherwise, in a row, will do that I guess. We cuddled and kissed for as long as we could before we had to leave. We packed for both of us, even though I was only going four blocks, closed up the house, and left. I was spending the week at one of my friend's house while Michael was gone. Outside the house, I watched Michael drive to the airport. I knocked on the door. Maybe no sex for a week would do me some good, we'd been going pretty hot and heavy. Nah, who was I kidding, I was hooked and I knew it.