Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. 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, until 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 had me at a loss for words.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. What's your mental picture of Angela? What are YOU expecting? It turned out that I (WE I should say) couldn't have been more wrong about her 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 lose 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, and no body hair south of 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. I suddenly got an insight into the real Wendy. A little slow maybe, and definitely promiscuous, but loyal to her friends and caring too. '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; her 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.' Wendy said nothing, just lay down and closed her eyes.