Bond girls, eat your heart out.

Anyone who had ever added Bond girls rising from the water in a bikini to their spank bank should have seen the vision before me. They had nothing on this goddess, trust me. The sexiest 12 year old you'd ever see, at the cusp of puberty, with the smallest of breasts, small, slightly rounded hips, nothing boy like about them, but clearly not a woman either, just all picture perfect young girl. Her orange bikini was a nice match for her flowing red hair. To hide a sudden massive third leg I put the picnic basket on my lap, pretending to look for some sandwiches.

The best part of the girl was the fact that she was all mine. I motioned her over and she walked by me, wet hair clinging to her perfectly rounded bottom. She laid front first on the blanket we shared, her wet hair plastered to her butt. She'd never cut it which was why it was so long.

"Why did you call me out of the water, Dad?"

Simple, I didn't want her burning that tender ivory flesh of hers.

"Hey, it's either white or lobster, your choice."

She giggled and playfully gave me the finger. I just wanted to reach out and touch her, brush her hair off her tight, yet soft ass, to massage the generous helping of flesh with my greedy hands.

"Fine, I'll put my t-shirt on, I can swim just as well in that."

"OK then, but I'm not going in, I've been your diving board and back flipping machine enough for one day."

The t-shirt slipped on and she cart wheeled in to the water, thighs and ass slightly jiggling from the motion. A boy swam over to her and started talking to her. Good for him that he seemed to have a lot of confidence, which Mikaela expected if she would give a male the time of day. She had boys drifting towards her in droves these days. I wondered how long it would take before another male than me got a taste of that breathtaking adolescent body of hers.

Thankfully for now, she was all mine. But I've given her quite the desire for sex and it was getting difficult keeping up with her. The boy with her now tried to dunk her underwater but he was using the wrong girl for that. Mikaela twisted him around and twisted an arm around his back, wrapping one leg around his. To his credit he smiled at her in response when she let him go. She backed off towards shallower water, taunting him with her finger. You want some, come get some was the implied words.

"I like a challenge," I heard him say.

Well, you're getting your wish here pal. Mikaela trains in a kid friendly version of MMA training and before long they were in the mud, her having him all tied up in knots. He submitted by tapping out. He didn't give up though, trying repeatedly even after he must have realized he was no match for her. A little embarrassment at being taken down by a girl must have been worth holding on to that tight, athletic, slippery body of hers. Yes, slippery, she'd lost the shirt again.

A couple of friends of his came over and taunted him a little.

"With me, even losers win," Mikaela said, throwing her arms around the boy and kissing him firmly on the mouth.

With that she slinked away from the boys and came back over to our blanket.

"Having fun?" I asked her.

"Kicking ass is always fun. A tongue assault is not. Boy should learn to slow down."

God, she's so brash in the way she talks. I hoped no one heard; what girl talks like that to her old man? Mikaela wrapped herself in a towel, leaning up against me. I put an arm around her in an attempt to warm her up a little.

"You ready to go home yet?" I asked her.

She nodded, cheek brushing against my shoulder. I got up and took the towel from her, wrapped it back around her, arms included. That way she got easily slip her bikini bottom off. I led her to her clothes; she slipped her yellow panties up her lengthy legs, followed by a short pair of jeans shorts. I removed the towel and Mikaela slipped on a red tank top; covered in black and white writing around a heart.

I got hard all over again looking at her in the outfit. I swear she could wear an astronaut uniform and make it hot. I put her dainty little feet in my lap, dried them off, brushed sand of them and slipped her sneakers on; black and white with red and pink laces.

I grabbed her from behind; "Ready to go, sweetie?"

She nodded as I muttered, 'God, your breathtaking,' under my breath.

I let her go and she slipped her hand into mine. Mikaela looked over her shoulder and waved at the boy she had kissed and his friends. The boy waved back as a friend playfully slapped him on the shoulders. Yeah, they wouldn't mock him anymore.

As we headed towards my car, she let my hand go, ran forward, stepped on the door with a foot, and kicked off; executing a perfect front flip.

"Honey, I've told you not to do that on something as slippery as a car."

"I'm sorry, Dad, I couldn't resist. Can I at least go to the other side of the car across the hood?"

God, ever since she's seen a free running 9 year old girl on YouTube she'd been obsessed with that stuff. Five years on and I still get nervous, no matter how good she gets at it.

"Fine," I told her.

She took speed again, grabbed the hood, hopped up on it, walked backwards and took a corkscrew jump off the other side. She looked around, saw no one.

"Come on, Dad, let's go. We'll use my bedroom this time."

I drove home so fast I got a speeding ticket. Ah, if the cop only knew.

---

We arrived at my farm about half an hour after we left the beach. The main house is right at the end of a dirt road with trees along the full length of it. The house is white, has two floors, with a huge porch on both sides of the main entrance and civil war era types columns decorating the front of the house. It's not a working ranch; there are no horses or other animals. The barn is actually converted to a workout area, with exercise equipment in a corner, while the rest is covered with rubber mats of all shapes. Like I mentioned Mikaela likes to do free running stuff and the place was filled with rubber. Walls, floors, poles, obstacles to climb and jump over, gaps to jump, rubber covered wooden beams to balance on.

You must think Mikaela is awfully spoiled. But even though I did it all for her, she doesn't know that. People come here all the time to rent the barn for a few hours. With the explosion in parkour and related stuff the place was a nice income for me. It'll probably stay that way too unless people find out about all the preteen/male sex that happens in there. It's nothing like fucking Mikaela in there as she's covered in sweat after a few hours of jumping around. I try to watch her all I can because it's so sexy to watch how badass and fearless she's become.

We entered the house and went to the kitchen to get some ice cold water. Ahhh, it was so refreshing. Mikaela's wet bikini top had made the front of her tank top wet but it was starting to dry. She took it off and smiled over at me, knowing full well what was coming next. I quickly unhooked her top, exposing her perfect marble flesh. OK, OK, maybe she's not quite that white, but its close enough. Only the shoulders had gotten a little pink from the sun, thanks to a strong sun cream and a shawl she'd put on a few times at the height of the warm day. She'd gotten burned painfully once and I never wanted that to happen again. She'd been 8 and had cried all night.

Her small, slightly extended nipples were hard, the breasts so tiny and tempting. Mikaela swung herself face to face across my lap and hooked her emerald eyes to my nearly black ones. I'd like to say we gazed lovingly into each other's eyes for twenty minutes, lost in our love for each other but the girl is 12, she has no patience for that. It was more like 60 seconds. Personally I could get lost in her eyes and never look away. God, her body was warm as I rubbed her back. I took my shirt off to feel her skin fully against mine.

"Mikaela, you're so breathtakingly beautiful."

"I know that. You tell me every day, always sounding like it's a revelation to you."

"Sorry, I do go a little over board."

I just can't help it. I don't know if you've ever read Twilight, but the author bores you to death with descriptions of how gorgeous Edward is. I could do the same with Mikaela and utterly fail to capture her on the written page. High cheekbones, those green eyes, those full ripe lips. Ever since Mikaela's braces had come off boys see her in a whole new light. She smiled at me just then and the effect was so strong on me. I kissed her hard, digging my fingers in to the small of her back, massaging her there. The kiss got tender and soft, her small tongue tracing along my teeth. We hugged tight, my cock straining painfully against my shorts.

The urge to rip her clothes off and fuck her silly was overpowering. But as hard as I could take Mikaela by then she preferred to start out slow and she is the boss. I love the way she sucks on my lower lip, biting it just a tiny bit. I was so very horny after watching her on the beach, unable to touch her the way I'd wanted. The way she'd teased me unmercifully underwater about a thousand times that day did not help one little bit. It was only fair as I'd done it to her in the past. I'll tell you; a full day of nothing but touching and building anticipation is the most powerful aphrodisiac I could imagine. If only you could bottle it.

Mikaela is a really passionate kisser; she puts her heart and soul into it. I don't know what the Guinness world kissing record is but I wouldn't be surprised if we'd broken it. I just sat back, surrendered and relaxed as we went back and forth between soft and hard kissing and tender and urgent kissing. I grabbed her perfect ass. There was no need for a belt on this girl of mine; her butt held the jean shorts up all on their own.

"Would you like to remove my shorts, sir?" she laughed at me.

I could only nod, a lump in my throat leaving me unable to speak. Mikaela got up and oozed slowly out of her shorts, erotically moving her slim hips. Then she was before me in all her glory. In my admittedly biased opinion, if Michelangelo had created a young girl he'd have wanted her for a model. My pale little goddess smiled at me as I let my gaze linger at every perfect part of her. Her little body is strong and athletic. Arms and thighs toned without turning muscular, tummy flat but with enough skin to be nice and soft. Her ribs were nicely hidden by her skin; the tits were pert and tiny. She twirled for me and the quick glimpse of the eighth wonder of the world, aka her ass, made me harder than ever.

Would you listen to me; you'd think I'd never seen her naked before. Facing me again she found me staring right at her crotch. Only the small slit was visible on her slightly puffy pussy.

Mikaela was getting restless at just standing there so I waved her back to me. I was straddled once again, a naked preteen body in my arms. Kissing and ass grabbing resumed right away. Her butt is generous enough for me to be unable to hold the whole thing, so I maneuvered my greedy hands up and down the supple flesh. I've used the soft, round thing as a pillow a million times and it never gets old. The deep valley back there was parted enough for me to enter my fingers to search for her tight little pucker. Mikaela groaned when I entered a finger into her, not a painful groan either, she was very experienced at full male penetration. Our tongues clashed setting off a lightning bolt in my head. My girl rubbed herself against my hard groin as my finger started to fuck her asshole. I wanted to hump her but did not want to waste an orgasm.

She hugged me tight while she started to nibble at my ear.

"Mikaela," I moaned repeatedly as she assaulted my groin with her sexy movements.

"Daddy, my sweet Daddy. I've been thinking about this moment all day," Mikaela whispered to me.

Sex is the only time she uses Daddy. She scooted back a little to free me from the confines of my shorts. The front was Velcro and came apart easily. My cock moved on its own now that it was free and clear. Mikaela pushed my foreskin back, playing with the head between her fingers. I watched her pink nails as she jacked my cockhead off, precome acting like a leaky faucet. When the cock was slick with that she let it enter the tight grip of her own wetness, cunt like a vice surrounding me. She sat there, enjoying the feel of a cock inside her. There was plenty to fill her too as I'm blessed with a full 9 inches. My guess is that when fully aroused Mikaela extends her depths to about 8 inches as I could never enter her fully. My thickness probably didn't help either; her hands can't reach all the way around it. She was used to it by now, but it had certainly taken some getting used to. More on that later.

Mikaela rode me slowly, cunt slowly releasing its death grip on me. I looked down to see her stretched to the max around my meat. I tried my best to kiss her tits as he used my cock like a favorite toy. She moaned from my mouth's ministrations on her erect little nipples. I ate those tits relentlessly until she came all over my cock, death grip back in full. It took all my strength not to come too. Unlike her I can't keep going once that event happens.

She screamed. She's usually quieter, but it had been a couple of days since we'd coupled, much to her annoyance. Two days was her limit before she'd get genuinely pissed. I'd love to please her every day, but pushing forty was getting to me. Mikaela was now a puddle of goo in my arms. I remained hard inside her as she dozed off in my arms. I held her and listened to her soft snores. She was wiped out and I staggered to my feet, almost slipping out of her. When I gained my balance I entered her more. I managed to carry her to her bed while staying inside. Standing next her bed I felt her stir in my arms. I withdrew a few inches and fell down on top of her. I started fucking her hard and fast, pinning her hands above her head.

Mikaela smiled dreamily at me as I looked down on her. Both of her cheekbones and her nose looked like someone had taken a pinch of cinnamon between two fingers and sprinkled them on her. A teaspoon of the same covered each of her shoulders and the freckles lightly trickled down partly on her upper arms. The stood out a little more clearly than usual thanks to the sun.

I grinded up and down on top of her, our skin rubbing together, my flesh slapping against her ass, louder and faster.

"Oh, yeah. Oh, Mikaela, you are so goddamn sexy, so fucking hot. Yes, oh, God, yes. Such a great pussy, I've thought about it all day."

She wrapped her long legs around me, caressing my ass with the soles of her feet. Still wanting to prolong orgasm I slowed down.

"Harder," she begged me.

I took her harder than I had before. I wrapped her young body in my arms; she added her arms to the two limbs already around me. I aimed for orgasm now, giving her cock nice and good. The child cried out passionately underneath me, as her body was wracking with multiple orgasms. What that did to my cock made me unable to hold back any longer. She was still constricting around me as I came. I spurted uncontrollably as we held each other, Mikaela whispering my name as I erupted and erupted inside her, thickly and endlessly, in the deepest and darkest parts of her.

After relaxing while molded together for a while we sauntered naked back downstairs and fixed dinner. I did the cutting and she did the cooking; she's a natural with food. She didn't eat too much as she didn't want to be too full when she went to a party a few hours later. A boy who really liked her had invited her and it was evidently THE party to be seen at.

"Go on and take a shower, sweetheart, while I do the dishes. And put on those black tights of yours. Don't ask, just trust me."

She probably figured out I'd bought a nice outfit for the party and she'd be right. But I kept my mouth shut and sent her off. You probably think I'm insane for choosing dishes over a shower with her, but my orgasm had drained me. Half an hour later Mikaela came back downstairs, wearing nothing but her tights and a matching pair of silver socks she has. This would also work perfectly with what I had for her. I'd set a shoebox on the couch and she slowly opened it. The calf high black leather booths came over very well when she saw them. She'd wanted them for a while and lit up like a Christmas tree. There's nothing like being fully in charge in clothes buying for a young girl; buying what you think she'd look hot in, what she wished for and so on, and our styles for her was luckily pretty similar.

"Nothing like getting clothes from a man who wants you to look sexy," she said, taking the words right out of my mouth.

I got a big hug, boobs pressed against my still bare torso. Brushing her long hair is one of my favorite things to do and I did that now, while also putting some spray in her hair. By the time I was done it was shiny, thick and glossy, falling like a waterfall of fire down the full length of her back and half her fabulous ass. If you've ever seen a Newstar model named Bambi you'll get a good indication of what a body Mikaela has.

I went to my bedroom and fetched one more box for her. Mikaela pulled out a gorgeous black and silver cocktail dress I had managed to procure in her size. Her squeal of delight seriously clashed with her tough girl image. She twirled around, clutching it to her small tits. Her ass looked divine in the tights and I drank in the sight, got up, took the dress and slipped it down her perfection. It ended midthigh but even the dress couldn't completely hide those round cheeks of her. I don't think she had ever looked hotter.

Mikaela hugged me again and again with a thousand 'thank you'.

"The other girls will be so jealous," she said, delighted.

Not to mention the effect she would have on boys. Her bare shoulders and arms looked paler than usual next to the black colors. I had one last surprise for her.

"I think you're old enough to start with this, but only in small steps saved for special occasions, you hear?"

She nodded, lipstick in one hand and eye shadow in the other.

"I Googled it and pink lipstick and golden eye makeup is perfect for redheads," I informed her.

After she had applied a reasonably small amount of the stuff Google turned out to be right. It fit her just right and it wasn't overdone either. I'd refused to buy any other makeup though, I'd also read what too much of the stuff could do. Besides, her flawless skin didn't need any more.

"The boys will eat you alive," I teased her, but she just flipped me off.

She really did look more stunning than I'd ever seen anyone headed for a party. I was going to be gone for two days, with her going to a friend's house after the party. But I would definitely dress her up in this again just for the sheer joy of taking it off; maybe even fuck her in it.

"YOU look ready to eat me alive," she laughed at me.

I reached for her but she scooted away.

"Nuh, huh, Dad. "

Sigh. I watched her butt pressing against the back of her dress as she vanished out the door. There were some 18 year old free running wannabe's coming to use the barn for a few hours so I showed them inside. When they were gone a few hours later I dropped some luggage off at the place Mikaela was staying at. I had a long drive ahead of me and had to leave the house right after I arrived.

I'll leave you now and hand you over to Mikaela as I'm sure she'll gladly give the blow by blow about the party.

---

I could still feel the effects of Dad's big cock having been inside me as I arrived at the party I'd been invited to. The outfit he'd gotten for me sure had the strong effect Dad probably had gone for. Mike was the name of the boy that had invited me as his date and his eyes widened when he looked at me. The girl who'd had his full attention looked pissed when she was suddenly invisible to him. Not that I felt any sorry for her since she was as big a bitch as a 13 year old girl could get. Her breasts were bigger than mine and certainly on display, unlike mine which were covered up. Yet, Mike's eyes were on me. Maybe it was like Dad had said once; if you could look hot without resorting to using flesh, you'd always come out on top. Make the boys wonder as he had called it. I gave Mike my best smile as he walked to me. He sure looked great, not the strong hardness Dad had, but as boys went; he was the best. His face was so beautiful, every bit as beautiful a boy as Dad claimed I was a lovey girl. Maybe I was since he tells me all the time. Mike sure made me feel pretty the way he looked at me.

"How is the most badass girl I school doing today?" Mike asked me.

I smiled at him again. I loved compliments at the free running I do. The badass comment was mostly based on me confronting a big bully at school, putting him in a submission move despite him being a foot taller than me. People still say 'you tapped out' whenever he walks by.

Mike was very similar to Dad; the same jet black hair, the same dark eyes, and the same olive skin. The only difference was Mike being much softer and smaller, though he had some nice toned muscles on display.

"You look amazing in that dress," he told me.

"Thanks, you look pretty good yourself."

He held out his hand to me and we started dancing among all the other couples. He held me close as the music turned slow at the same moment. The boy who threw the party was from a rich family and his parents had let him have a great end of the summer party. This was the second year in a row and my first. I was the youngest one there and the place was invitation only. Mike smelled real good so up close as we were. He was hard; I know hardons when I feel them. If only Mike knew how easily he could have me. Thanks to Dad I have plenty of experience and he's starting to have a problem keeping up with me. I'm probably coming off as kind of slutty, but I'm not, I'm not giving myself to just anyone. I just like sex; it's as simple as that. I couldn't help teasing a little, pressing against Mike's still hardening prick.

God, boys are so easy it's nearly laughable. The all want One Thing, it's only a matter of time. Mike wasn't pushy about it, not by any means, but he wanted it, they always do. When the dance ended I took Mike with me to a closet near the entrance to the house. Teens were sitting around going in to the closet two by two. Laura, the girl Mike had been talking too was there, eyes watching Mike as we came over. She tried to get him in with her.

"Sorry, Laura, I've already asked Mikaela."

He didn't mention coming there had been my idea. Brownie points to him. Laura was fuming, she was a girl not used to getting no. She'd crashed and burned singing on Americas Got Talent a few months prior and it had screwed up her whole summer. Apparently she still thought she had talent at singing despite plenty of people booing her even at 13. She's very pretty but has a very off putting attitude. I hadn't really come on her radar until my braces came off and I'd started paying extra attention to how I dress. But Mike's newfound interest in me had royally pissed her off. She'd tried to intimidate me at school but I'm no pushover, physically or otherwise, so she gave that up pretty fast. Mike hadn't liked it either and she's madly in love with him, so she didn't push me for that reason too.

Mike and I ended up in the closet. The key was on the inside and we had five minutes. Mike was an experienced kisser; he definitely knew what he was doing. Or maybe he was eager to please, who knew for sure. He slipped me some tongue, tentatively, but he got bolder when I did not react. Jesus, his lips were soft. The tongue was about the size of mine and they slid across each other. Alternating being on top. Being lucky so far his hands wandered towards my small boobs, bumped them. I stayed still without stopping them, I slipped my dress down over them and his eyes dropped to them.

"Do you mind that they're so small, Mike?"

He shook his head with a kind smile. I put my hands behind his head, pulling him to my chest.

"Are you sure?" he asked me.

"Yes."

He sucked on them both as I took hold of that raging hard cock of his.

"Oh, God," he mumbled around a small tit. I pulled him from his zipper and jerked him off.

"Would you squeeze harder?" he whispered.

I did.

"Go faster," he quickly followed up with.

He didn't last long, sperm quickly exploded from him, landing on my thighs, so white against my black tights. Great, now I had to get rid of it. I scooped it into my mouth with a flinch at the taste. I'd never enjoyed the taste and boys evidently tasted no better than men. Luckily my dress could be pulled over the stain the semen left.

"Tell anyone and I'll do to you what I did to that asshole Jed," I told him.

"I won't, Mikaela. I wouldn't, ever."

There was banging on the door.

"Time's up."

Laura.

"Cunt," I said and got up.

Mike was still laughing when I opened the door

There was another slow dance going on when we exited the closet so went back out on the dance floor. I slipped my arms around his neck while he did the same to my waist. We hugged tight as we moved our legs to the romantic music.

"You didn't have to go that far," he told me.

"I just thought you might like it."

"I did. I had to try so hard not to be heard from the outside when I got off."

Anyway, the party was pretty awesome. Mike suggested we maybe meet up the next day and try to do something together. So I suggested we meet up at Dad's barn. I had the keys and it wouldn't take that long to get there if I sat on the handlebars of his bike.

"What are we going to do there? You going to teach me how to kick ass?" he asked me.

"Maybe replace the k with an l," I suggested.

It took him a few seconds to figure out what I meant. I laughed at the look on his face when it dawned on him.

"I'm just fucking with you, dude," I said to him.

He did look disappointed at that, but quickly recovered.

"You're a lot of fun, you know that?" he said. "Always going to keep me on my toes aren't you?"

He followed me to my friend Bethany's house and we kissed some more on the porch until I noticed Bethany looking at us through the window. We separated giggling and he gave me a final peck on the cheek and wandered off.

"Lucky guy," Bethany told me when I closed the door behind me.

I hugged her and gave her a small kiss. Yes, she's into girls and I'm her dream girl. I've wished so many times I returned her feelings but sadly they're not there. I even let her have me once, but I not being into it made the whole attempt a disaster. It didn't ruin the friendship though and the affectionate things, like the small kiss I gave her, hadn't gone away between us. We snuggled up under a blanket and had a movie playing in the background as we talked. Sadly, she wasn't going to be invited to that party next year either, she didn't have any friends besides me. The burned side of her face rested on my shoulder. By the time her Mom came home Bethany was asleep on my shoulder. She smiled at us, fetched a duvet that she covered us with and sauntered off to bed. We slept right there on the couch.

The next afternoon Mike and I met up and I did ride on his bike with him. Handlebars, guaranteed sore ass, trust me.

Once we were in the barn I took my shoes off and ran around barefoot, jumping and climbing and summersaulting everywhere. There is just nothing like using your body in this way, the thrill of succeeding in a difficult jump, the risk of landing wrong; it was all just so exiting. I didn't let up for ten minutes. Usually I would have gone longer but I couldn't ignore my guest. I came to him, sweaty and breathing, brushing my hair to the side. My hair is parted in the middle and frames my face, leaving most of my brow clear.

"Come on, Mike, kick your shoes off and try."

"No way, I'll break my neck."

"Come on, you can start out small."

He shook his head. "How can you do all that stuff, I thought you'd really hurt yourself."

"Actually I busted my collarbone when I attempted a backflip when I was 8."

"Ouch. Well, I think I'll pass."

Suddenly a fun idea popped into my head. There's a thick rubber mat up against one of the walls, with a ledge on top maybe five feet over my outstretched arms. I pointed it out to Mike.

"Try climbing that. If you succeed I'll do my next workout in the nude."

"N-nude," he stammered.

"Wouldn't you like to see me nude? I'll even let you undress me yourself."

"Uhm...you know...I don't quite know what to think of you...I mean...you're somewhat different from other girls. Jacking me off and now this."

"Shouldn't that just make you eager to see what I have in store next? Maybe there's a lot of exiting new things to learn? The thing is I've been to nude beaches so nudity is no issue for me."

He tried the wall. Just when I thought he was ready to quit, he managed. He smiled down at me. Frowned.

"How do I get down?"

I fetched him a rubber mattress, joined him up on the ledge and gave him a kiss. His lips are like a freshly picked berry; I couldn't' decide which one. I did a shooting star press off the ledge, landing on my feet rather than stomach like wrestlers do. I lay down and waved Mike down. He did a very careful jump and still fell; right next to me. I rolled over on an elbow and looked at him.

"It only gets easier," I told him.

"You don't have to get nude, Mikaela, if you don't want to."

But I'm a girl of my word so I removed every stitch I had on. Mike was still on his back, looking up at me.

"You like?"

He nodded. I knew I had a nice body, being both slim and fit.

I worked out some more, my ass jiggling and my thighs bouncing all over the place. Some of the things I could do probably revealed more than I was aware of. By the time I was done his shorts were tenting badly.

"Catch," I said, jumping into his arms so we fell.

His hands stayed on the mat rather than on me. This wasn't Dad; he would be my first boy if I let him have me. But I didn't want to come off experienced. Mike's dark eyes bored into mine.

"Mikaela," he whispered and kissed me.

I gladly returned it. He was better than the boy I had kissed on the beach, no sudden intrusive tongue. Finally his arms slipped around me. He grabbed my bottom lip between both of his while his and slipped down to the roundness of my behind. He was really tentative like it was a very bold move for him. Somehow I doubted Laura would allow too much at our age, unlike me. The kissing did become more urgent. I position myself to hover over him, denying him the weight of my body, though I did hold the kiss. My bottom lip was back in his mouth and Mike pulled on it until it slipped out. The next kiss had my tongue gliding against his teeth.

"More, oh Mikaela, more," he said, following my head with his the next time I pulled back again.

"Damn, Mikaela. You're so pretty. You have the greatest lips I've ever kissed."

"I'm just happy being better than that bitch Laura."

"She's not that bad, Mikaela."

"Come on, admit it, how far have you gotten with her?"

"Not naked, let's leave it at that. She and I are in the past."

"She must really hate me."

"Can't we kiss, forget about her?"

I sank back down on top of him. His tentative side was replaced with more urgency. I also ended up under him, his knee pushing my legs apart. Mike kissed a little lower until his face was buried in the soft spot right above the top of where the collarbones meet. My hands now groped his butt which was surprisingly muscular. The smell of Mike was heavenly, his shampoo drifted towards my nose as he sucked on my nipples.

"I can't believe this, God, I can't believe this," Mike cried out, then carefully kept chewing on my nipples. I used the hold on his ass to draw him even tighter into my groin. That thing must feel so good in the flesh. His hips started thrusting into me, increasing in strength and speed. I cried out his name, starting to enter my hands into his shorts and underwear. The ass was every bit as smooth as I'd hoped for and more. When Mike sat up and straddled me, his hands reached back for my calves and ran his fingers slowly up and down them, whispering an urge to taste my stomach. OK, not what I would have expected but whatever works for him.

The first kiss hit my right below my belly button. His head was buried down there for a while before he suddenly pulled himself out of his underwear and caught me completely off guard by pushing his amazing, hot rod against the top of my tongue. His hardness was pure teen, pulsating with life in my mouth. I just surrendered to him, letting my warm mouth envelop his cock over and over. This time he spurted an even bigger load of teen spunk, all over the inside of my mouth.

"OH, GOD. God, I can't believe this."

I swallowed a little, but drooled plenty when he pulled out, still trying not to show how experienced I was. To his credit he apologized for his impulsive act, but the surprise had been too pleasant to complain about.

"I guess we should get you dressed," he said.

"No way, a girl does something like that for you and only an asshole won't return the favor."

"Oh, I couldn't go at you down there."

"What, it's better to leave me feeling unfulfilled and used just for your pleasure?"

"I'm not saying no, but I don't want to seem expecting too much."

"Do it, a tongue down there rather than just my fingers must be amazing."

Being a girl's 'first' is a turn on right?

I put my foot next to his mouth, urging him to kiss down my legs towards my cunt. That wasn't the word I used though. His lovely smile lit up his face before he started his downwards spiral on my legs. He took his time to get there, kissing and feeling calves and thighs, especially thighs, tongue playing with the softness of my skin, sending shivers through me, making me ache for his tongue to find my softest area of all. Destination reached he went right for the vagina, sticking his tongue up the moist hole. I ooh'ed and aah'ed, making all the sounds boys expected. I'm more natural with Dad but decided to give Mike the porno treatment. I hadn't seen much of that, but enough.

"Mike, Mike, Mike, use that tongue on me, fuck me with it."

Once the hole got a thorough workout he started working on the rest of my tingling pussy. It was all over the place really, his virginity at this obvious as he didn't realize the clit was the most effective spot to please me. His eagerness was unmatched though; he slobbered all over me, spit on me to get me wetter, tongue prodding and poking me relentlessly. I wanted to yell at him to focus on my clit.

Eventually he caught on to the extra pleasure my nub provided me. I don't often come wet but I did now, squirting him right in the face. He looked dead on surprised, pulling back. But I grabbed his head, pushing him back down, thrusting against his tongue that time. My legs held his head as he continued to eat me. I had to be careful though as years of running has given me strong legs.

"Slow down," I begged him when he was too harsh on my clit.

Mike licked my clit slowly for a long time. My orgasms came in regular intervals, four in a row, but only the first one wet. How I screamed, putting on one hell of a performance. The boy looked so pleased with himself as he looked at me.

"That was amazing," I told him, which was true. "I wish someone could do that all the time."

"It was nice, was it?"

"Oh, yes. It made me wonder why we girls are so reluctant to let boys get very far if what I just felt is the result."

"Maybe...maybe...THAT...you know what I mean...will surprise you too."

"What do you mean?" I teased him, knowing full well what he was talking about.

"You know...it...sex."

"I believe we just had sex." I was going to make him say it.

"I'm trying to ask if I could fuck you OK," he blurted out. "I mean, just to try, if it doesn't work we could just stop."

"OK. But if it hurts too much..."

"I'll be so careful," he said, unable to keep the desperation out of his voice.

"OK," I said, managing to sound nervous.

I wanted him to fuck me so bad, so very, very bad. Permission granted Mike got up, taking his own clothes off. He was incredibly nervous, fumbling with his shirt, nearly stumbling when his shorts were around his ankles. His teen body was amazingly beautiful; so soft compared to what I was used to, blemish free skin every bit as smooth as glass as my own was. His cock was very hard, slapping against his flat belly when his briefs slipped away from it. His dick looked impressive, half as big as Dad's but not too bad, it fit the size of his body perfectly. It seemed big for his age when I thought back to others I had seen. I'd told the truth when I told him I'd been to nude beaches.

Mike looked hungrily down at my own naked body.

"You're so hot, Mikaela."

"So are you, Mike. Let's try this before I get too nervous."

Weak in the knees Mike sat down on them, leaned over me. I spread my thighs wide apart. Mike took a spot between them, his tan skin against my own lilywhite flesh.

"I'm getting laid," Mike blurted childishly and then blushed deeply.

He looked both exited as well as scared to death. His young cock came into contact with my pussy. This was going to be awesome; my first virgin. Mike slipped inside me. It took all my self-restraint not to ask him to fuck the hell out of me. Whatever he had to offer I could easily handle. Instead I had to fake pain which made him tense up.

"Sorry," I said. "I'll try to relax."

Mike went more carefully, slowly getting his length inside me. He was nearly hyperventilating, every bit as nervous as I had been my first time.

"Holy shit, holy shit," he said excitedly.

He started maneuvering himself in and out slowly, getting his first fuck in under a minute. I held onto his amazing smoothness and softness for the little time it lasted. I held his ass when his thrusts increased. I grunted and whimpered, but didn't let him go.

A triumphant yell escaped him as his spunk filled me up.

"I coming, I'm coming," he repeated several times.

I opened my eyes when I heard a cry.

Fully nude I got up and went to the barn door. I locked it and turned back to Mike who was getting up with a smile.

MMA fans look down of wrestling because it's fake, I like it despite it being fake, and mainly because I liked to wonder how effective the moves would be if you pulled them off for real. HBK is my favorite and his thrust kick is called sweet chin music. Mike never noticed my tears because I gave him one of those kick, right on the side of the chin. Guess what; they do work.

He went down hard, he was lucky the floor was rubber. A stunned expression crossed his face; a whimper escaped those pretty lips of his.

"Wh-what..."

I grabbed his balls. Very hard.

"You fucking asshole," I yelled. "I thought you were nice." I couldn't get the hurt and betrayal out of my voice, nor did I manage to stop my tears.

Mike tried to push my hand away, push me away, but I squeezed him harder, stopping him dead.

"Mikaela, stop, please stop. What's wrong? God, let me go."

"What was the plan huh? Show the tape to the whole school, ruin my life? Was it your idea? Hers? Can you even say no to her?"

Mike begged me to let him go.

"My balls, you're going to damage me. Mikaela, please, what's wrong? Ow!"

"I saw Laura outside the barn, filming us, she cried out just after you finished in me."

Confusion joined the pain on his face.

"I didn't know. I swear I didn't know. I like you; I've fallen In love with you. Owwww! Please. I SWEAR!"

I let him go. A sob escaped me. Tears ran more freely. Mike staggered to his feet, holding his groin. He started dressing. Managed while I cried. By the time he was clothed I'd gotten control of my emotion.

"You better not be lying," I told him coldly. "Lots of boys train here, older boys, guys really, I train with them, we're friends, and they wouldn't want to see me hurt. Get that tape from Laura, don't use it to fuck with me or I'll get guys to fuck with you. Got me?"

Still holding his groin Mike sat next to me.

"I had nothing to do with it, Mikaela. I'm not like that. Think about it; does my behavior today come close to indicate it was part of some plan to hurt you. That tape will be destroyed. Today."

I just sat there. Naked.

"Just prove it. I'm not going to trust you until you do. And don't think I won't use that threat. There are boys who come here that share a school with your little brother too. "

"I understand you being skeptical, but don't threaten my brother."

"If you were behind this I'll say whatever I want."

"I weren't damn it!"

"Just fucking prove it."

"I won't stand for anyone threatening Brian."

Mike walked away from me. I called his name. He turned back.

"I'd never hurt a little boy," I said. "Anyone else is fair game."

"I don't doubt it. God. My balls."

I wanted to smile but I'd just learned a painful lesson, trust can get you hurt.

I'll send you over to Dad now, maybe he got up to something exiting while he was gone.

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Monday morning I was back in my driveway. It was the first day of school so Mikaela wouldn't be back yet. I went with a case in my hands into the barn. My safe is in a back room. I opened it with a code only Mikaela and I knew. She didn't know about the false door in the back of the safe. I opened my case, my sniper rifle looking as new as when I bought it. Only one thing was missing; one of the bullets I had left with.

No one would ever use this place again if they knew what paid for it. The reason Mikaela and I live so well is me being an assassin by trade; hitman, as its most commonly called. It's a dirty way to make a living but killing has never been a problem for me. I had my first kill at 12, not a professional kill though. It was the first of only three kills I've done for personal reasons.

The first was my father, the second and third were Mikalea's birth parents.