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 Story codes: M/g pedo Under Age

   This next story is based on two separate girls who never met each other.
Wendy is basically true, but Angela is based on a teenager I met in
Brixton, London, who wanted to know if I 'wanted to do the business'.  When
I said I'd only got a tenner, she sighed and got into my car.  She
obviously needed money, and she didn't have any condoms either, so I had a
tight, glorious, 'bare back' fuck with a (sexually experienced) teenager
for a tenner!  Her name was Emily, and as she left me she said, 'Please
don't forget me...' that was in 1994.  Why she said it I shudder to think.
But I will never forget her.  Ever.  Her memory will go with me to the
grave.

   I promise you, Emily.



   Wendy, 'The Girl Next Door'

   It's September.  School has started again, and I haven't seen Jasmine
for some time.  Not since she went to Pakistan.  I spend far too much time
standing in my door way, looking for another sample of such wonderful
teenage sexuality!  My memory is full of Jasmine's superb, firm body, her
tight pussy, and her gorgeous tits.  I've got to admit it, when I first met
Jasmine, I had no thoughts about 'little girls', but now, adult women just
don't seem to interest me.  Maybe its because I just don't trust them
anymore, not since my wife ran off with my neighbour.

   The late summer sunshine means that the girls of Sparrowfield Road
Secondary School are still inclined to come and go from school in their
short pleated skirts and thin white summer blouses.  In many cases, thin
blouses mean that a variety of bras are on subtle display.  Some trainer
bras, and in some cases, rather well filled lacy ones!  Most of the girls
have bare legs, or at most, ankle socks.  As I watch them, I idly consider
the fact that only panties are not to be seen.  My imagination starts
running riot and strips many a twelve or fourteen year old girl down to
bare flesh as she walks along the street.

   They are really appealing young ladies!

   This is all getting a bit out of hand.  I'm thinking of nothing else. 
Hell, I hope I don't start hanging around the playground in the park!  It's
not easy to ignore your dick when it calls out to you!  I suppose its like
any other addiction, the craving only dies down when you actually get some
of what you want.  But just how to get my sticky little hands on one?  Its
such a perilous pastime.

   I'm sitting in the kitchen, sipping a cuppa when there's a knock on the
door.  I wander out to see who it is, and find the young girl from two
doors down the street.  Her name's Wendy.  Not very tall, a bit plump, big
shock of yellow blonde hair, big tits and small brain.  She's a nice enough
girl, but a bit slow.  I think she may have been one of those difficult
births and didn't get quite enough oxygen.  Know what I mean?

   'Dad says can he borrow your big saw please.  He's got a tree he's
cutting up for fire wood.' I beckon to her to come in, and she follows me
through to the back of the house.  It strikes me that she's a little too
trusting, but there again, she's only fifteen and she's known me a while
now.  And she has no idea that at this very moment, I'm wondering just what
it will take to fuck her!

   'Haven't seen you for ages Wendy!  Why don't you pop in for a cup of tea
and have a chat?  I'm a bit lonely now I'm on my own, you know.  A bit of
female company would be really nice.' She smiles and says,

   'OK, but I gotta take Dad that saw.  He's waiting for it.' Me too, I
think.  I'm waiting for you to bring me a little sore!  We go out of the
back door and into the back yard.  I dig about in the little brick lean
too, where I keep my tools.

   'Here you are then!  Tell him there's no rush to get it back.  He can
saw up as many trees as he wants!' Her smile is just a vacant sort of
expression.  She takes the saw and, quite literally, trots through the
house and back home.  She's always running.  Plays football with the boys
too.  Seen her running rings round some of them when they were playing out
in the street.  She's active, not bad looking, and spends a lot of time
with boys, hardly ever mixing with girls.  Being a bit backward, she must
be a target for the local youths!  I'll bet they've slipped her a length
before now.  We'll just have to give her a try and find out.  No harm in
trying, eh?

   She'd only been gone a minute, when there was another knock on the front
door.  I was surprised to see Wendy standing there.  She'd taken my
invitation quite literally and so I let her in and followed her as she went
into the kitchen.

   I switched the electric kettle on and got a mug out of the cupboard. 
Wendy had settled herself on a stool by the breakfast bar.  She was wearing
her usual attire.  Track suit of the local football team, and trainers. 
The jacket of the suit was unzipped and the white T shirt underneath was
looking quite stressed as it stretched to accommodate her big boobs.

   'Take sugar do you?  Or are you sweet enough already?' No reaction to
the lame joke.

   'Two please.' I drop a tea bag into the mug and spoon in the sugar. 
She's looking around the room, studying the holiday postcards I've got
pinned up on the wall.  I'm just about to ask her if she knows Jasmine,
when I remember that she doesn't go to Sparrowfield Road school.  I've seen
her being picked up in the mornings by a mini bus, loaded with some strange
looking individuals.  Probably goes to a special school for kids with
problems.  Too bad really.  You wouldn't know there was anything wrong with
her to look at her.  Quite normal.  Until you try to talk to her about
anything.  She's just completely unable to hold a conversation.  Just looks
at you, or stares around the place.  But never mind the IQ, How's her sex
life?  I hand her the mug of tea.

   'Want milk in that do you?' I offer her the milk.  She doesn't say
anything, just looks at the bottle and makes no move to take it.  I reach
forward with the bottle in my hand, but she puts her hand over the mug.  No
milk then.  Couldn't have said so.  Very odd girl.  Simple.  Lets hope
she's simple enough to get her knickers off.

   'Why don't you take your jacket off?  Make yourself at home.  Get
comfy.' She looks at me for a second, no expression on her face, then she
slips the jacket off.  I take it and hang it over the back of a chair.  I
size her up.  Sitting there in just a T shirt it's obvious her tits are a
pair of beauties!.  Large, and judging by the outline of her bra, quite
heavy!  Wide straps.  Always a giveaway.  I continue the chat.  I have to
really, she doesn't say a word.

   'How old are you now, Wendy?  Fifteen?' She nods, and I hear a quiet,

   'Yes.  In July.' I give her a big smile and say, 'You've got a very nice
figure for your age.  I bet the boys chase you all the time!' Just the hint
of a smile and she says, 'They're always touching me.  'Specially when
we're playing footy.  Grabbing my boobies.' I laugh.

   'I can't say that I blame them!  They're lovely.  They shouldn't grab at
you though, that can hurt.'

   'Yeah, some of 'em are really rough.  But I give 'em a smack if they
hurt me.  They soon learn!' She's holding her tits now, a sub conscious
reaction to the memory of them being pulled by oiks!  I reach out towards
her with both hands.  She watches them as they get closer to her.  It's
pretty obvious what I have in mind, but she doesn't move, she doesn't say
anything.

   'You remember my wife, don't you?  Well, she taught me how to handle
boobies properly, so it feels nice.' Wendy just lowers her own hands, and I
replace them with mine.  'Wow, they're really nice ones!' I say, weighing
the pair in my palms.  I was right.  They are solid and heavy.  'Bigger
than my wife's were.  Yours are just what men like.  Can I touch them? 
Like I said, I know how to.' She raises her eyebrows a little.

   'If you want.' This is too easy!  I lift her T shirt up over her chest,
exposing a sparkling white bra.  Not a fancy one.  Just a plain good old
Marks and Sparks sports bra unless I'm mistaken.  I slip my hands under her
shirt and stroke the tops of her 'boobies'.  Oh!  Bliss!  I just love tits!
Sliding my mits under her arms, I dip into her bra.  Firm warm flesh. 
Nearly as firm as my dick, in fact.

   'Lift your arms up....' She complies without a sound or a change of her
blank expression.  '....so we can slip this off.' I hoist the T shirt over
her head and chuck it on the chair her jacket is on.  She's looking
directly into my eyes.  There's no sign of excitement, worry, nothing. 
Just two blue eyes staring blankly at me.  There's no sign that she's going
to stop me either!  Obviously I'm not the first to tread this path.  I slip
the straps down off her shoulders.  A gentle pull reveals her tits in all
their bulging glory.  They drop a fraction as the support of the bra is
lost to them, I run my hands over them, feeling the nipples grazing my
palms as they come to attention.  I lift them and gently squeeze them. 
Wendy doesn't move, doesn't say anything.  She just keeps looking at me.  I
stop the massage, and slide my hands around her back.  She's ready for
this, though, and surprises me by pulling her shoulders back to enable me
to unclip the bra.  A second later it's lying on the kitchen floor.  I
kneel down and pick it up.  Onto the chair it goes, with her shirt.  I bend
forward and kiss both her nipples in turn.  Then I suck one into my mouth
and roll it between my lips with my tongue.  I change sides, and repeat the
exercise.  Wendy moves her hands and holds my head as I suckle her.  After
a minute or so she pushes my head back and says;

   'Do you want to do it then?  I'm on the pill....' I stop and stare at
her for a second.  I can't believe my luck.  She continues, '....so its OK,
if you want to.' I kiss her forehead and say, 'That would be very nice. 
Come upstairs then.  Its better in bed.' I take her hand and lead her
upstairs to my bedroom.  She closes the door behind us and watches me as I
take off my trousers and shirt.  She looks down at the tent in my boxer
shorts, and for the first time, she smiles!  I slip them off, and as my
cock springs into view, she claps her hands and gives a short bark of a
laugh.  With one quick movement she whips off her tracksuit trousers and
her knickers.  Her pubic hair is slightly darker than her hair on her head,
but its just as curly, and there's almost as much of it!

   'You like sex, then, Wendy?' I ask her.  The smile is still on her face.

   'Yeah!  'specially thingies.  They're nice!  She steps forward and takes
hold of me, fondling my cock with both her hands, laughing softly as she
does so.  I resume the tit massage, making the most of her big firm jugs.
For fifteen years old, this girl is as advanced sexually as she is backward
mentally!

   I let go of her and get onto the bed.  She follows me like a shadow and
without asking or guidance, she's on her back with her legs akimbo, fingers
dancing over her pussy.  I look at it.  No virgin this!  Despite the thick
mass of blonde hair that surrounds it, I can see its well-used.  Hardly
surprising if she's on the pill, with an obvious appetite for cock!  I can
also see her clitoris.  Its big.  Protruding from its sheath.  Easy for it
to rub on a cock's shaft, easy for her to be stimulated even by the most
inept lover.  No wonder she likes to fuck!

   Not being one to keep a lady waiting, I get between her thighs and bend
to suck on her tits.  Wendy's hand grasps my cock and hauls it into
position.  In a flash I'm sliding up her wet hole.  Despite its obvious
usage, her pussy is quite firm and tight, but it's soaking wet, and I go
right in up to my balls with a single, easy push.  As soon as I'm in her,
she's bucking away like a thing demented, pumping her hips up and down like
a porn star.  Gone is the passive, expressionless simpleton that sipped tea
in my kitchen.  Instead I have a bucking wildcat under me, banging away
like there's never gonna be another chance to do it!  She's got her arms
under mine, her hands holding my shoulders.  Her grip is almost painful. 
Her knees are bent so that her feet are almost by her bum.  Having got a
rock solid hold of me, she's fucking me at speed.  Her tits are flying
around so much I start to worry that she's hurting herself.  She's gasping
for breath, making short sharp grunts as she fucks me.  I just stay in
position, hands by her head, hips firmly pushed forward in the hope that
old dicky won't slip out and be smashed by her flailing pelvis!  It doesn't
last long though, and she soon stops bucking, and arches her back, lifting
me off the bed completely.  Her eyes are bulging, her face bright red.  Not
a sound escapes her lips, but I can feel her orgasm as it ripples along her
vagina.  Deep inside her, the knob of my cock is gripped and squeezed.  It
pushes me over the top and I come like a fire hose and collapse on top of
her.

   'Jesus!  Wendy, you really are something!' But she's not listening to
me. She too has crashed, her head back, her mouth open, gasping for air to
replace the oxygen so furiously used up.  I roll off her, and take a good
look at her.  Her big tits are quiet now, Still upright, not flattened by
their own weight.  He belly is flat and muscular.  Her legs are not long,
and they too are well muscled.  Not like a man's legs, but still quite
toned.  I sit on the end of the bed and can see her pussy leaking a single
drop of semen.  Her fit and strong body has trapped the rest of it deep
inside where it should be.  This is one hell of a female!  Fifteen she
maybe, with a mental age of six or so, but that was one of the best fucks
I've ever had!  She begins to stir.  I smile at her and ask,

   'Wendy, that was fabulous!  Where did you learn to fuck like that?  How
long have you been doing it?' She sits up, propped up on her elbows.  The
sight of her tits as they settle in their normal position, is burned into
my memory.  They are truly fabulous things.  A real bedroom luxury.

   'First time I was twelve.  Me an' a kid at school tried it.  Hurt a bit,
so I stopped.  Then this man in the park got his thingy out one day.  When
I stopped to look at it, he put it in my hand and it spurted on me.  Then
he took me into the bushes by the lake an' told me to take down my pants.
He took his down and I could see all of it.  He made me lay down, and he
got on top of me and he did it to me.  It was much better than the first
time at school.  After that he did it to me some more times in the park,
but one day a woman saw us and started screaming at 'im.  He ran off an' I
ain't seen him since.  It was then my Mum gave me the pills to take.' I sat
and listened in amazement.  Apart from the facts of the story, I was
absolutely gob smacked by the fact that she had told it!

   'You do it a lot then, do you?' she shook her head.

   'Only with Mr.  Robinson, and sometimes with Jerry, my mate at the footy
club.'

   'Who's Mr.  Robinson?'

   'The school bus driver.  I've been doing it with him all the time.  We
go to his house on the way home from school on Tuesdays.  Mrs.  Robinson is
always out on Tuesdays.' Obviously she was the last one to be picked up in
the morning, and the last one to be dropped off in the afternoon.  And Mr.
Robinson had a good thing going for three years!  'Sometimes we do it in
the bus.' She added thoughtfully.

   'Why did you start doing it with him?'

   'I was sitting next to him at the front of the bus on the way home, and
he had his hand in his pocket.  He asked me if I knew what was in his
pocket, and I said 'No'.  Then when the bus was empty he asked if I'd like
to see what it was.  When he got it out, it was stiff like the man in the
park, so I took off my pants.  He asked me why I'd done that, an' I said so
he could do it to me.  He did me on the big seat at the back of the bus. 
That was the first time.  He does it to Angela too.  When I told her, she
wanted to do it too.  Sometimes he spurts in me and sometimes he spurts in
her.'

   'Have you ever told anyone about this?'

   'No one's ever asked.'

   'You know, Wendy, you shouldn't tell people.  Remember the woman who
screamed in the park?  Keep what we did it secret, just between you and me,
that way no one gets angry or screams.' She pursed her lips as she thought
it through.

   'OK.  No one but you and me.  Can I tell Angela?  She's my best friend.'

   'If you want to.  But don't tell her my name or where I live.  That's
our secret, OK?'

   'Alright then.' She pulled on her knickers and trousers, went down
stairs and finished dressing.  I got down stairs to find her heading for
the door.

   'You coming to see me again then, Wendy?' I asked, real hope burning in
my heart!

   'Yeah, If you want.  Can I bring Angela next time?' I could hardly speak
the words.

   'Together?  Alright then.  Since she's your best friend.' With her
expressionless face correctly adjusted, she trotted off home.  Just another
normal day.  Another stiff thingy for her to show to Angela.  Then they can
be spurted in by a new thingy.  How nice for them!  I can't wait!

   Angela Puts in an Appearance.

   Wendy had come and gone a few times, giving me a good seeing to, then
trotting off home next door.  I was wondering if Mr.  Robinson was still
doing the business as well as me.  And then one Tuesday evening Wendy
knocked on my door and asked if she could come in.

   'Yeah!  'course!' I chirped, throwing open the door for her.  She sidled
past me and made her way to the kitchen.  I opened the fridge and got out
the coke.  We sat and sipped in silence.  This didn't worry me of course,
as this was her usual precursor to a bout of manic sex!  True enough, she
put down her empty glass, grinned and burped, and looked at my crotch.  I
had learned very early on that it was quicker to make the first move rather
than wait for her.  Words not being her strong point, were not really
necessary.  I returned her grin, unzipped my jeans and pulled out my dick.
It was already halfway to a full erection with the mental prospect of Wendy
naked and in full flow.  Wendy leaned over to me and gave it a squeeze,
then she got up and set off upstairs for the bedroom.  She was shedding
clothes as she mounted the stairs, and so was I!  She hopped up onto the
bed and bounced onto her back, her legs flopping open as I approached her
at speed!  In one easy movement old cocky found its target as I spread
myself across her, and.....found myself engulfed in a pussy full of goo!

   Of course!  Tuesday!  Mr.  Robinson had preceded me.  She had been well
greased by the school bus driver, and I found myself pumping away quite
happily having 'sloppy seconds'.

   'You just did it with Mr.  Robinson, didn't you?' She looked up at me, a
picture of innocence.

   'Yeah.  He always does me on Tuesdays.  Is it very wet then?' I smiled,
rather weakly I imagine.

   'Uh huh....he's made you very slippery.  Can't you tell?' She appeared
to think for a moment, but I knew this was just my imagination.

   'Yeah.  'smore creamy innit?' I couldn't argue with that one, could I?!

   'Definitely.  Did he do Angela as well today?' I was as horny as hell
now, and was pumping her furiously.  She struggled to reply as my thrusting
buffeted her.

   'Yeah....but he....squirted....in me....not her....' I shot my load. 
All this talk of underage sex with schoolgirls was just too much!  I rolled
off her, watching my semen dribble out of her.

   Well, I suppose it was mostly mine.

   'So Angela didn't get any today then.  Just a shag and no squirt huh?'
Wendy nodded.  Her next words almost stunned me.

   'Yeah.  Unless you want to squirt in her.' I stared at her.

   'What?  You mean she's outside?  Why didn't you say?!!' She shrugged her
shoulders.

   'Thought you might not like it.  You know....two of us.' I laughed
hysterically.

   'Get her in here now!  I've been waiting to meet her ever since you told
me about her!' She leapt off the bed and bounded down stairs.  Naked.  I
shouted after her, but to no avail.  I heard her open the door and a second
later it slammed shut again.  Footsteps on the stairs, and then the bedroom
door swung open.

   Now, I suppose all of us have preconceived ideas about people, and other
things.  My preconceived ideas about Angela were as follows.  A fourteen or
fifteen year old white girl, with a low IQ, and a teenager's figure, plus
spots.  Why did I think this?  I suppose because of Wendy.  I just assumed
Angela would be similar.  It turned out that I couldn't have been more
wrong about her!  In fact she was almost the exact opposite!

   Angela stood in the doorway, her brown eyes taking in my nakedness, a
big grin on her lips as she noted my dick was still reasonably hard.  She
was black.  Black as night, with stars twinkling in her big brown eyes. 
And she was small.  Very small.  Flat chested, no shape, just straight up
and down.  As most ten year old girls are.  I just gawped at her.  So this
was what Mr.  Robinson enjoyed on a Tuesday!  What a bastard!  What a lucky
bastard!  I smiled at the little black girl standing at the end of my bed.

   'Hi!  So you're Angela then?  I've been dying to meet you ever since
Wendy told me about you!' She laughed, and said, 'Yeah!  I'll bet!  Wendy
tells me you've got a nice one, and by the look of it, she's right!  I
guess you want to fuck me too, huh?' I was stunned.  No low IQ here.  This
was a sharp little cookie, straight-out of the knife draw, and on an
entirely different plain to Wendy!  And so young too!  I dared not even
begin to think why she went to a 'special school'!

   'Er, well I suppose so, yes.  Wendy did sort of give me the impression
that you might be willing....you know?' she laughed again.  Then she
started to loose her clothes!  'Well, no point in letting you down then,
eh?!!' In moments she was naked; her skin the blackest I've ever seen, her
nipples dark brown, with just the vaguest hint of swellings where here tits
were going to be.  No pubic hair, no hair under her arms, no body hair
other than her eyebrows!

   Sharp, I said?  Oh yes!  As she shed the last of her clothes, (her red
and white Mr.  Men knickers) she stood there posing for me, a triumphant
grin on her face.  The twinkle in her eyes flared into a positive blaze!

   'Well?  I'm no Wendy am I?  She's got big tits, an' she's older than me
as well, right?  That a problem for you then?' She glanced down at my cock.
It had reared up to its full height.  'Looks like it ain't, judging by that
hard on!  You like fucking little girls then?' Her face was still alight
with her grin, and her eyes still blazed.  I grinned back at her.  She
wanted it all grown up?  OK by me!

   'I got no problem on that score.  Hell, if you want a fuck, come on over
here, and bring Wendy with you!  How old are you anyway?  If we're gonna
shag, I might as well know how old the jailbait is!' She laughed at that,
and took Wendy's hand, leading her to the bed.

   'I'm ten.  And don't think that just 'cause I'm young you can push me
around!  Hey, Wendy, he been good to you has he?  Not been messing you
around?' Wendy smiled at her little black friend.

   'No, he's nice.  I like him.  Better than Mr.  Robinson.' Angela
chuckled as she got onto the bed and reached for my dick.  She began to
wank me, slowly.

   'Yeah, I can see why.  Andy, isn't it?' I nodded.  'You're bigger than
Bert.  He only fucks little girls 'cause he's no good to women.  Small
dick, see?'

   'That why you fuck him then, 'cause he's not too big for you?' For the
first time since she entered the room, Angela had a shadow of doubt flicker
across her self confident features.

   'So?  I'm ten, remember?' She let go of my cock.  The grin was gone, the
self-confidence had been replaced with a frown.  Just a little girl stood
in front of me now.  This was much more to my liking!  I felt in control
again now that Angela's aggressiveness had disappeared.  Time to be
magnanimous.

   'Hey, come here, let's be friends and get to know each other.' Her head
had dropped and she looked up at me from beneath long eyelashes.

   'Friends?  I thought you just wanted to fuck me?' I smiled at her trying
to hide the jolt of guilt that suddenly hit me.

   'I only get into bed with people that I'm friends with....or in your
case, because you're Wendy's friend.  I'd like us to be friends, if that's
possible?' She studied me for a while, leaning against Wendy who had put
her arm around the little girl's shoulders.

   'You pissing me about, or what?' It was a tough little cookie, this one.

   'Nope.  You wanna come around here anytime, feel free.  You wanna have a
little sex, no problem.  I'm happy for you to be here, and I'd be even
happier if you had sex with me!  I'd be a liar if I said otherwise.' The
naked little black girl relaxed a little, and I moved over to the side of
the bed so she could lay down next to me.

   'Well....' she said in a whisper, '....seein' as how we're all buck
naked in this big bed, I 'spose we'd better fuck then...' And then, in
exactly the same manner as Wendy had before her, she lay back and spread
her thin legs, bending her knees slightly.

   Her pussy was entirely hairless.  As she lay spread-eagled before me,
her labia, such as they were, parted slightly, letting me see inside her.
She was pink, contrasting sharply with her black skin.  And it was obvious
she was no virgin.  I could see right inside her, where little dick Mr. 
Robinson had opened up this small girl.  Also strikingly obvious was the
fact that, for a ten year old at least, she, like Wendy, had a big
clitoris. Was this the factor that turned little girls into sex addicts? 
Pure pleasure?

   Wendy had settled next to Angela, and was absent minded playing with
herself as she watched me and her little friend get acquainted.  I watched
Angela's face carefully.  There was a flicker of anxiety as my cock got
near her vagina.  So it was all just bravado.  She'd been fucked by Bert,
but had never had a, well, real one!  I leaned over her and whispered,
'Don't worry, I'll be careful.  Slow and careful.  Just say stop
anytime...' She glanced at me.  I could see that the 'front' had gone.  The
eyes that looked into mine belonged to a little ten year old girl.  Not a
brazen street kid.  I slid down the bed, my tongue tracing a path to her
young cunt.  I licked her gently, light flicks of my tongue that sent her
jerking into spasms of feeling.  Wendy watched, wide eyed.  Little hands
held my head; holding me tight whilst my tongue settled on her young cunt.
Now long strokes to bring up the lubricant that was going to oil my way to
paradise!

   Angela made not a sound.  She never made a murmur as I moved up and took
hold of my cock to guide it to her hole.  She was as quiet as the grave as
I began to work my cock into her tight, ten year old pussy.  Ten year old
dripping wet pussy!  She watched my face intently as I pushed right into
her, and she said nothing as I began to slowly fuck her.  And all the time
Wendy was watching and playing with herself.

   Gradually, as I saw Angela relax, I began to speed up; short slow stokes
giving way to longer, then quicker movements.  After a minute or so I could
feel my balls bouncing against her bum.

   'OK?' I asked.  She nodded.  'See, all the way in, no problem!  And
fabulous you are too!' At this her face lightened and a shy smile crept
over her face.  She put her hands on my hips, feeling with her hands and
arms the motion that she could feel in her belly.

   'I guess Wendy's right!' she breathed.  'Much nicer than Bert!' I bent
and kissed her forehead.  I would have kissed her mouth, but it was just
too low down to reach!  I took a tight hold of her and rolled onto my back.
She squeaked in surprise as we swopped places.  Now she was sitting astride
me, and so, as I could reach, I kissed her lips.  The smile and the
twinkling eyes were back.  Was this little girl exchanging sex for a little
affection?  Was she so starved of love that the only way she could get some
affectionate attention was to fuck?  No.  Mr.  Robinson was the only guy
she did it with.  If she was love hungry she'd be doing it with a lot of
guys.  But her tight vagina told me that only something smaller than me had
been there before.  This was no street slut.  Just a pleasure addict who
looked forward to Tuesdays for a shot of sensation and sperm.  Well, all
that was changed!  Anytime she wanted now!  And as she was studying my dick
as it slid in and out of her, I guess she had worked out that any man was
now fair game!  Oh dear!  Wonder what she'll think when she's lying on her
back staring at ten inches of thick black dick as it begins to get up her!
Oh well, at least my six inches was a little preparation for her!

   My musings were abruptly halted by a funny squeaking noise.  Angela was
gripping my arms and beginning to bounce up and down on me....she was
getting off!  I fucked her quicker and harder, gripping her little bony
hips and pulling her down each time I thrust up into her, helping her along
the way to that glorious place that is orgasm!

   With a coughing sort of gasp for air, the little black ten year old went
stiff, and her thin body quivered as her orgasm washed through her.  I just
pushed up and came inside her pulsing vagina, letting the convulsions
squeeze every drop of semen from me.  Wendy also seemed to be enjoying a
self induced orgasm of sorts too.  Not her usual noisy affair, but a muted,
grunting expression of sexual relief.

   Angela lay on top of me, her little black fingers spread out on my
chest, her head on my shoulder.  I ran my fingers across her mop of tight
curls.

   'You feel better now?' I teased her.  She raised her head, droopy
eyelids straining to stay open.

   'Mmmmm.  Can we cuddle for a while?' I smiled and pulled the covers back
from underneath us.  Wendy helped, and the three of us snuggled down
together in the warmth of the bed.  I wrapped waif like Angela in my arms
and smiled across at Wendy.

   'I guess Angela got squirted today as well, Wendy.' She just lay down
and closed her eyes.
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