Chapter 6 : Angel’s Little Friend Tina

Next Saturday comes, and I’m more excited than usual, in fact, more excited than I’ve been since driving to the park that very first time to get Angel. As she was getting out of my van last week she assured me that this week her friend Tina would be with her.

And of course I was wondering about Tina. What she looked like, of course, but also, will she be as willing and as “open” to stuff as Angel is. Well, Angel knows what kinds of things she and I do, and she’s probably let her friend know about at least some of them, so she must be curious. Just have to wait and see, play it by ear, and trust Angel to guide the action the right way.

As soon as I pulled to a stop at the curb I saw the two figures come out of the shelter house and walk toward the van. Angel was obvious, of course. Today it was the really cut-off jeans shorts, with the inseam practically vanishing into her crotch and the cut-off T-shirt, and this time I could see her pointy titties bouncing up and down as she hurried over.

And there was another girl with her, which I assumed had to be her friend – Tina.

And it was hard to believe that she was only a year younger than Angel. She was shorter – from where I sat in the van it looked like she might be a half-foot shorter than Angel – and very ... slight. I guessed – hoped – that I get a better look at her body soon.

Angel opened the door and told Tina to get in and climb in between the front seats and sit on the bench-bed in the back. While she was getting in I got a closer view of her and Angel was right – she did look like she was only eleven or twelve. She had straight dirty blond hair, cut straight across, and from the looks of it, it wasn’t done at a salon.

Angel said, “This is my friend Tina,” then added, “I already told her all about you.”

All about me? All? And is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Well, anyway, she came, so that says something, like she knows what we do and that’s okay with her.

So I put on my signal and pull away from the curb, and once we’re out of sight of the park and out of that neighborhood Angel leans over and gives me a quick-but-soft kiss on the cheek, But then in spite of how “coy” she’s been on the last two drives to my place, this time she grabs my hand immediately and puts it on her solid, smooth thigh – right next to where that seam disappears into her crotch.

Like I said, in the past every time I’ve gotten a little “adventurous” with my hand she’s playfully pushed or slapped me away, so I was a little tentative. I extended my index finger and carefully slid it under the seam to those plump pubes and to the slit in between them – and hesitated. But instead of pushing my hand away like before, she opened her thighs a little wider and slid down and forward in the seat to give my exploring finger better access – and turned her hips in the seat so that her friend in the back seat would have a good view of what we were doing.

At first I couldn’t quite believe she was doing this, but it looked like Angel was purposely trying to put on a show for her friend, maybe a little porn-in-the-flesh to get her warmed up and eager for some action for herself.

And Angel was playing it to the hilt, squirming and moving her hips around in the seat, and telling me things like, “Mike, your finger feels so good, rubbing my pussy like that,” punctuated by the occasional “Oh, fuck...” and “Oh, shit, that’s good!”

Than she turned to her friend in the back.

“Oh, Tina, Mike’s making my pussy feel sooo good. God, I’m creaming already, right here in the car.”

Yeah, she was putting on a real good show for her friend. My only hope was that it was working on Tina as good as it’s working on me!

Well, I got us to my house real quick and without driving into a tree or a fire hydrant, and like last week just as soon as the van stopped in the garage Angel was out and tugging on Tina’s hand and saying, “Hurry up, Teen, let’s get into the house!” leaving me to close the garage door and join the two of them downstairs.

When I got there Angel was leaning back on the futon couch and Tina was sitting in one of the two armchairs, and that’s when I got my first real look at her.

And Angel was right – she did look like she was eleven or twelve. She was noticeably shorter than Angel, 4’-8”, maybe even less, with straight dirty blond hair cut straight across, and she had this smile on her face, but it wasn’t exactly a smile, more like a smirk or a sneer. God, she was every nasty pervert’s wet dream! My first reaction was that I wanted to throw the little waif on the floor and rape her for all she was worth, rape her ‘til my cock comes out her throat.

But then there was that peculiar smile. She looked like someone who has a perpetual chip on her shoulder, and it made me just want to smack her and wipe that sneer right off her face.

[ What I came to learn later was how shitty her family life was, and instead of wanting to slap her I wanted to take care of her and protect her, and make her feel good and make her life “a little less shitty.”]

Angel was sitting sprawled back on the couch with the sodden seam of her cut-offs pulled aside and her pussy on full display. She was fingering herself pretty deep while she looked at me with her eyes half-closed, sleepy-like, and running her tongue around her lips like ... like she was trying to act like a whore. Yeah, she was really putting on a show for her little friend.

And watching Tina I had two thoughts: One, that she was shocked – or at least surprised – that her friend would be acting like this, especially in front of a guy; and two ... this wasn’t the first time she’d seen Angel going at her pussy like this.

Angel turned to Tina. “Teen, I’m so turned on right now, and I really need Mike to kiss my pussy. Mike kisses my pussy sooo good. Wouldja like to see him, Teen – wouldja like to watch Mike kissing my pussy?”

God she was turning it on! I looked over to Tina. She didn’t say anything but I saw her mouth moving, and swear to god, I think she was actually salivating – salivating at the thought of watching me “kiss” Angel’s pussy. Either that, or at the recollection of doing it herself. Yeah, I was pretty sure that these two did a whole lot more in their rooms than watch internet videos together and “talk about boys.”

“Help me get my pants off, Mike.” She’d unsnapped the snap on her cutoffs and lifted her hips and I kinda got the idea that she wanted to make this ... well, she didn’t want to make it slow and gentle. I dropped to my knees in front of her and jerked down her zipper and yanked her skimpy cut-offs down to the floor, and as soon as she got her feet free from her shorts she pulled her legs back and tilted up her pussy up to me, and I dived right in.

“Oh, fuck, Mike, I been dreamin’ o’ you doing this all week, and now you’re here. Eat my pussy, you bastard.”

So two things are now obvious: One, Angel was intent on us putting on a show for her friend and that she was going to be directing the show, which is just fine with me. I just wondered why she was so eager to show her friend our “act” – unless, of course, it was to encourage her to get used to us and maybe join in.

Well, that works for me!

Oh, and the second thing: That Angel seems to like dirty talk – hearing it, and talking it.

Again, works for me.

So to make a long story short (and I know you’d rather I made the long story long!), I “kiss” Angel’s pussy so she has a big, jerking climax, and she’s pulling my hair, but not too hard – again, maybe more for show than anything else – and of course she squirts, but not her typical gusher, and I think that this is all part of a plan to get her friend involved in doing stuff with us – with me.

“Oh, fuck, Mike – that was sooo good. Didja see it, Tina – didja see what a great cum Mike gave me? He does that every time – I cum soo hard when Mike eats me like that...”

Yeah, I’m seeing a sales job here.

But then Angel keeps “directing” the performance.

“After Mike eats me and makes me cum like that we usually fuck. Right, Mike?”

That’s right, Maestro!

So Angel and I open up the futon mattress – we’re real good at this by now – and I strip off my clothes, but Angel waits for me and then she hold up her hands, and it’s clear she’s expecting me to pull her T-shirt off her, and I’m pretty sure that this is part of the show, letting her friend see how “her lover” undresses her so he can see her naked body.

As you can guess, I’m not opposed to this, so I grab the “hem” of her T-shirt – which because it is cut off so severely is just below her tits – and I pull it up over her head and toss it onto the back of the futon. And just to help the performance, I bend down and take one of her little titties into my mouth and suck, and I can’t see, but I can feel Angel turning her head toward Tina, like she’s saying, “See, he’s really into me, and he’s like this all the time!”

But then Angel takes me by my shoulders and guides me down onto the mattress and gets over me so that she’s facing Tina in the armchair. She kneels down over my stiff cock and takes it in her hand and holds it steady and lowers herself down onto it, cowgirl-style. And yeah, she’s young and tight, but she’s so creamy – maybe from way back to when I was fingering her in the car – that my cock slides into that warm satiny glove and in two moves we’re completely mashed into each other.

So Angel rides up and down on my cock, and she’s learned how to rotate her hips to get it different places inside of her and to make it rub up against her clit and then press back against her rectum, and that leaves me free to just enjoy the ride, so to speak.

But then there’s Tina, sitting there by herself across the room, and it’s kind of weird, since I thought she wanted to come with Angel so we’d include her in the action.

I ask Angel, “Would Tina like to join us?”

“Nah, she just wants to watch.”

Okay.

But then I had an idea.

“If she wants to watch, why don’t you tell her that she can get here on the bed with us – maybe she can see what we’re doing better that way...”

Angel smiled, like she knew what I was trying to do.

“Hey, Teen, why don’t you come over on the bed with us – that way you can see lots better.” Then she acted like she just got an idea. “In fact, why don’t you take off your jeans – it’ll be more comfortable that way on the bed.”

Tina seemed to take a few seconds to evaluate Angel’s proposal. Then she stood up and unsnapped the waist button and slid down the zipper and pushed her tiny Old Navy jeans down – not difficult, since she hasn’t got any hips to speak of. On the other hand, her legs, small as they are, have a nice shape to them. And while she doesn’t have much in the way of hips she does have buttocks, and they’re nice and round and in perfect proportion to her little body.

But then she turned to face me – us – and now that I can see her front I can see that her pink panties are stretched tight across to what looks to be a huge cameltoe, and I’m wondering, is this little girl’s twat as big as it looks in those panties?

And, of course, that got me thinking about ... about a bunch of things.

Tina stepped out of her jeans, and then like she doesn’t want to be a bad guest she picked them up and folded them and put them on the chair where she was sitting. She tentatively walked over to where we were and stood by the bed, uncertain of what to do next.

I tried to scoot over, taking Angel along with me, to make it obvious that there was room for her on the bed. We didn’t need to, but it was a way of showing her that that place was for her. She sat down, but with her legs still over the side, not looking real comfortable.

“Here, Teen, wanna touch my tits? Come on, it’ll feel good – rub my titties, like we do at home.”

Now Tina knew what to do She got all the way onto the bed and leaned over and started touching Angels breasts, and she seemed to know just how to do them ‘cause Angel said, “Oh, Teen, that’s right – that’s so nice.”

But it was Tina who surprised me when she put her arms around Angel and started rubbing her tits against Angel’s.

Angel says, “Teen, that’s so hot! Take off your shirt so I can feel ... so we can feel each other.” Tina leaned back from Angel and Angel grabbed the bottom of Tina’s faded black AC/DC T-shirt and pulled it up and over Tina’s raised arms, and now I get my first real look at the rest of Angel’s friend’s body.

She’s slight, almost skinny, but not quite – no ribs or bones showing – just smooth young teenage flesh. Emphasis on “young” – real young.

But what surprised me was – she has tits! You couldn’t see them under her T-shirt but they’re almost the same shape and size as Angel’s – maybe just a little smaller, but on her small body they look a lot larger.

And I can’t believe I’m thinking this, but this little girl is hot! And looking at her – the whole picture – the nice-shaped legs and the round butt and those surprising pointed tits on that small frame ... And the straight dirty blond hair that always makes me think “slut.”

And that peculiar smile-smirk of hers? Now that I’ve seen all of her it doesn’t come across as sarcastic. Instead it looks – I can’t believe I’m saying it about this little girl – now it looks... provocative... almost like a challenge or a dare.

Yeah, my earlier impression was right – she’s every pedo-pervert’s walking wet dream!

So now, with both of ‘em naked – except for Tina, who’s still wearing what must be her best pink cotton panties. They hug each other loosely, and because Angel’s still impaled on my cock it’s Tina who rubs her bare chest and her pointy tits across Angel’s bare tits And all the time they’re rubbing together they’re kissing, and their wet mouths are all over each other.

Then Angel takes Tina’s head in her hands and guides their kissing, and I’m thinking, “Oh, fuck, this is at the very top of my list of pornographic fantasies – two teenage girls, one... juicy... and the other one who looks like a fifth-grader – rubbing their smooth skins and immature titties against each other. And it’s all happening while one of them is sitting right on my straining cock.

Angel guided Tina’s head to her to her chest and tells her, “Now suck ‘em, like we do.”

I watched Tina open her mouth and put her lips around Angel’s pointy, hard brown nipple and start licking and sucking, and I got lost in picturing the two of them, at one of their homes with the door closed and the two of them naked from the waist up, licking and sucking and pinching each other’s titties.

What I didn’t plan on was how fast Angel would get her rocks off with my cock moving around inside her and her little friend servicing her apparently very sensitive tits. In fact, Angel came so quick that I actually had to catch up with her.

“Oh, fuck, Teen, I’m cumming – Mike’s making me cum! He’s makes me cum so good – you can’t believe...”

I wanted to pull her down and mash our lips together while we were cumming, but, you know ... Tina’s was in the way. So I grabbed Angel’s hips – I had to slide one hand in under Tina’s slight body – and gripping her like that I bucked my hips and lunged my cock upward into Angel’s cunt, which seemed to be more ‘active” than usual – maybe because of what her friend was doing to her tits – and let loose the load that had been building up inside me since the moment I saw Angel coming across the park with the inseam of her cut-offs working their way up into her juicy twat.

Angel’s body finally stopped its orgasmic jerking, and once she stopped she pulled Tina to her again and they kissed, and it was really kind of sweet, watching them, ‘cause it was sexy and dirty, but the way they did it, it was obvious that there was some kind of affection between them. But then Angel leans back from Tina and rolls off of me and onto the mattress on my left side, and the way they were, it’s easier for Tina to lay down on my right.

Angel was slowly stroking her satisfied (hopefully!) pussy while she caught her breath, and that gave this old man – well, middle-aged old man – the chance to catch his breath. Then Angel said.

“Ya’ know, Teen, after Mike fucks me and I cum he usually lets me...,” (lets her!) “ ... clean his cock after he’s cum in me. You wanna see that, Teen?” Tina made some kind of sound, which Angel treated as being a “yes.”

“Would that be okay, Mike, that I lick your cock clean?”

Jeez, she’s really playing this to the hilt!

“If you want to, Angel, I’d love it if you licked my cock clean.” Then I thought I’d contribute a little to the performance. “You know how much I like it when you lick the stuff – my cum and your juice – off my cock ... cause your mouth and your tongue are so soft and they make my cock feel soo good.” There, I’m in on this game, too.