Sandy and I would get together whenever the moment was right. Sometimes in my room but other times in this house nearby that was under construction. It was nearly finished but the buyers had backed out of the deal so the builder stopped work until a new buyer appeared. I didn't care about the details. All I cared about was that I could jimmy the basement door open and that the contractors had some old furniture inside they used for breaks and lunch. No heat or power but it was summer so who cared. It was a place where I could get my blow-jobs and fuck my little whore. And did we ever.

Sandy really took to it in a big way. Ass fucking was her favorite. She would finger fuck her own ass while sucking my cock. She always had something in her ass. Once she showed up with a paper bag in her hand. When I asked her what was in it she reached in and pulled out a plastic candy cane Christmas ornament. It was made of hard plastic and had rounded ends. It was perfect. Sandy had already used it on herself several times, her asshole especially. I never measured it but it had to be at least 10 inches long. At our little love nest she showed me how far she could push it in. My fuck toy showed up wearing a white tube top, black spandex Capri pants, and white canvas Keds Champions on her feet. And no underwear. I could see her pussy clearly outlined through her pants. And so could everyone in the neighborhood. I told you, New Attitude.

Sandy knelt on the couch, bent over the arm, and slipped her pants off her ass. My sweetness worked that red & white ornament about 8 inches up her ass, giving herself a good fucking while I took off my pants. She was whipping it in and out with a fury. I watched for a little while as I stroked my cock hard. It was a good show.

By this date Sandra has been pussy and ass fucked by me, poked in her ass by her family, not to mention the personal attention she paid herself. Her young ass showed no signs of stretching or getting loose. Positioned behind her with my cock at the ready, once again the evil me took over. I yanked the candy cane from her ass and I slid my cock up in its place. God, did it feel good. Hell, it always felt good.

One day Sandy shows up with a friend. Mary was another sexy preteen in the neighborhood. Eight years old going on 21. She was the only girl, and youngest child, in an Irish family of 4 boys and their Mother. The boys were younger than me and we didn't associate much. The mother was a royal bitch. Her screeching voice with a thick Irish brogue calling after her boys was a normal part of the day. Ugly as sin, it was a miracle someone fucked her 5 times to breed those kids.

Mary must've gotten her looks from her dead father because she looked nothing like her mother. She was no preteen beauty queen. Not ugly, but not quite pretty either. Maybe in a few years but not right then. Her face was covered with a billion freckles. Cheeks, forehead, nose, wherever the sun touched her. Normally I'm a sucker for a freckled face but this was too much. Her eyes were a grayish green. Her mouth was filled with tiny baby teeth and big pink gums. A little button nose, small pinned back ears, and thin, but very rosy, lips. All this was topped with a tangle of the reddest hair ever. Ahh, but her body. At only 8 years old she had yet to show any signs of womanhood. No tits at all, not to mention hips but that doesn't mean she didn't ooze sexiness. Her legs were long and slim. I've heard them referred to as "coltish". Longer than her body and nicely shaped. No hips to speak of but a rather nicely shaped little butt.

Mary's mom tended to buy her clothes too big, and that included her parochial school uniform. I supposed it was for her to grow into. Whatever the reason it was easy to see down her tee shirts. Her nipples were so small and pale you could hardly spot them. Her shorts were just as baggy, mostly because they were her brothers' hand-me-downs. Mary was a tomboy, always wrestling with her brothers and terrorizing the prissy little girls on the block. Plenty of opportunities to see her panties.

Mary wasn't much from the neck up but it was her body that excited me. I am a legman, that's no secret. Mary's legs were outstanding for an 8 year old and the fact that she wore a Catholic school uniform, with the requisite pleated skirt, knee socks or tights, and black oxfords, excited me to no end. She hardly knew me but would do things to cock tease me. I would see her every morning walking to school and sometimes the little bitch would skip and spin around when she spotted me. All to give me peeks at her panties. Once she even flashed me, raising her skirt with both hands as I drove past her.

Mary's extended family was close knit with aunts, uncles, and cousins added to her mother and brothers hovering around her. From what I could see she was the only little girl in the clan. Everyone doted on her and she used it to get whatever she wanted. Sandra and she were quite opposite. Mary's family spoiled her and Sandy's couldn't give a shit. I never thought there'd be a chance of getting close to Mary but now Sandy brings her to me. I guess Mary was tired of being the princess and curious about what it was like to be a bad girl.

The fact that she brought her to our secret place told me immediately that Mary knew about Sandy and me. I had mixed feelings about this. Inside I was both overjoyed but scared at the same time. I so wanted to fuck this little girl but I didn't know how to accomplish it. Mostly I was scared she'd blow the whistle and I go to prison.

"What the fuck is she doing here?"

"Me and Mary was walking home from school together and she told me her brother Jamie liked me and I told her I already had a boyfriend. Then she says, 'Who, Guy?' Mary seened us going in here and peeked inside when you was eating my pussy."

"Yeah. I want to do what you guys do or I'm gonna tell."

Fuck it. I sat on the sofa and motioned for Mary to stand in front of me. She had a smug look on her face as she stood there, at least until I shoved my hand under her skirt and grabbed her cunt. Now she looked scared.

"Do you think my cock will fit in here?"

I grabbed her by the neck.

"You gonna suck my cock? Your throat big enough? If you wanna play with us you have to be strong and fuck hard. This isn't for kids. You ready to be a woman?"

Her eyes were wide opened and I could feel her shiver a little. This was a spoiled 8 year old princess used to getting her way. This new reality was startling.

"You're hurting me."

"Sandy, does it hurt to fuck?"

"Sometimes Master."

"Do you like fucking?"

"I love fucking Master."

"Mary, are you ready to be a woman like Sandra? Will you do what I say?"

"Yes."

"Will you keep this a secret? If you don't the Police will take you away from home."

"I won't tell."

"And you'll do whatever I tell you?"

"Yeah."

I slapped her face. Quickly Sandra spoke up.

"You better call him Master. He likes it."

"Yeah............yes............Master."

Mary said all the right things but I knew that once out of my reach she would run home and tell her mother. With my hand already in her crotch I yanked her panties down with a quick jerk. Being too big for her they came down easily. Without thinking she stepped out of them like she probably did when mommy undressed her for her bath. I kicked them to the side. Sandy stood behind the little redheaded cunt, very still and quiet as she watched us. I raised my hand back to Mary's little pussy and began to slide it between her cunt lips, dragging it hard against her clit. Mary took a quick step back but I slapped her again and she froze.

"Move again and I'm going to have to hurt you. No one asked you to come here. You wanted to be part of this. Well, now you are. Sandy, if she tries to run you knock her out."

Poor Mary. What she didn't know was that her "friend" Sandra hated her guts. Even though Sandra was older and in a higher grade, she was Dominican. A DR. A spic. The neighborhood was mostly Irish/Italian. Latinos Not Welcomed. Even kids younger than her felt entitled to pick on her. Sandy was tired of all the shit she got from kids at school, including Mary. But this was the new Sandra. When the little prima donna threatened to tell about seeing me and her fucking, Sandy decided to get her revenge.

Mary had never been talked to, or treated, this way. Her first reaction was to run. When that didn't work the only alternative her 8 year old brain could come up with were tears.

"Crying? Cry all you want. It won't help you here. Who's gonna hear you? Mommy? I don't think so. Go ahead. I like it when little girls cry."

Against her wishes Mary's pussy was starting to moisten. I told Sandy to stand up against Mary's back and "to be nice to her". We hadn't discussed this scenario beforehand but I decided to let Sandy do it her way. I was curious to see what she'd come up with. She got into position and began to stroke Mary's hair, kiss her cheek, and nuzzle her neck. It's what I did to her when we played our games. Mary leaned back, still crying. Sandy then reached from behind and began unbuttoning Mary's blouse. I don't think the little princess noticed until Sandy pulled the shirt off her shoulders and down her thin pale arms. Sandy let it fall to the dirty dusty floor and quickly cupped her hands on Mary's breasts, or at least where they'd be in a few years. They were just pink mosquito bites right now but with Mary's hormones running amok from my fingering and Sandy's foreplay her nipples were standing up and her pink areolas were puffed. What a tremendous turn-on. I sought out her fuck-hole with my finger and probed her. Like I thought......... The Virgin Mary.

Still whimpering and sniffling, trying her usual tricks for sympathy which had never failed her before, Mary added a little begging to the mix.

"Please, I wanna to go home now. I promise I won't tell anyone. I just wanna..............."

"I don't want to hear it. I had a nice day planned, fucking Sandra and her sucking my cock, and then you show up and ruin it. You too you dumb little Dominican bitch. You had to bring her here. You're so fuckin' stupid."

This wasn't acting. I was furious. What was I going to do with this spoiled little brat? I was tossing scenarios around in my head, still slipping my fingers through her increasingly wet pussy. I was staring directly into her face.

That's when I spotted the gold cross hanging off the chain around her neck. Shit, being a lapsed Catholic myself I should have thought of this right away. Good old Catholic guilt and a healthy sense of shame. I grabbed the cross and pulled Mary so we were nose to nose.

"Your pussy is dripping wet. You really like this don't you. You're a little slut aren't you? A whore. And you have the nerve to wear this holy cross? What would your mother say? What will your Nuns think? You'd better pray no one ever finds how sinful you really are. You're a slut. A whore. This is a sin. You know that don't you? If you tell anyone you'll go to hell. Everyone will hate you."

"You won't tell them will you?"

"Not if you behave and do as I say. Now, turn around and face Sandra. Sandy, teach her how to kiss me."

"Huh? Kiss a girl? Kiss Mary?"

"Shut your mouth. Do what I say or am I gonna have to hurt you too? This is all your fault. You're the one that brought her here. You teach her to tongue kiss or I'll smash your face."

With that Sandra lowered her face, tilted Mary's head, and joined her mouth to Mary's with her tongue leading the way. Mary was shocked. I could hear her crying into Sandra's mouth. It took a while but her crying turned to moaning as her hands began caressing Sandy's back. Sandy was really getting into it. From the way her jaw was working and how her head was tossing side to side I could tell she was getting excited. I was still fiddling with Mary's pussy but now from behind. This was better than I had dreamed. When I started this I was just winging it. It wasn't planned since I didn't know I'd have two playmates at my disposal. And to tell the truth, I was getting a little bored with Sandy. Now with two girls I could make some of my sicker fantasies come true. And let me tell you, at night when I'm alone, jerking off, I come up with some wild ones.

At once I remembered about my old Polaroid Swinger camera that I kept under the sofa. I used it to take pictures of Sandy for my night time stroking and took a few shots of my two playmates making out.

"You little redheaded bitch. You tell anyone about this and I'll make sure these pictures get in the newspapers and on TV. Your family will throw you out and so will the school."

I continued slipping my fingers over Mary's clit and smeared her honey all around while I fished my cock out of my pants with my other hand. It only took a stroke or two and I was ready.

"Sit on my lap."

She climbed up facing me as I place the tip of my cock to her sopping hole. Before she could finish lowering her leg Sandy grabbed her waist and shoved her down. In one swift movement my cock, rips through her cherry as her wet pussy engulfs it. Mary is now impaled on my cock, a good five inches of rigid fuck meat filling her tiny baby cunt. The little bitch started screaming so I put my hand over her mouth. It didn't stop her but at least no one outside could hear her. Being filled with cock for the first time in her life, her natural reaction was to try to jump off but I held on tight and she ended up fucking me with her rising and falling. Sandy was laughing as she watched Mary getting raped and it made me see her in a new light. Maybe I could get her to recruit more little pussy for me. It was just a quick thought and Mary's spasms snapped me back to reality. I wasn't sure if she came or it was because of her pain. Either way it amused me.

Sandra did all the work. She had Mary rising and falling on my cock. She was basically using Mary's tiny pussy to jerk me off. It was like an out of body experience. My mind's eye could see the three of us as if it were on a TV. Needless to say I squirted my load inside her. That snapped me back from my delusion. Sandy pulled Mary off me and dropped her on the floor next to her blouse. She was a wreck. Sitting on the floor with her legs splayed I could see my cum dribbling out of her hole. It was tinged red by her virginal blood.

Without prompting Sandy shoved her schoolmates face into my crotch. She wiggled Mary's face around until finally my limp dick, glistening with cum and pussy blood, wormed its way between Mary's lips and into her hot mouth. Seeing this savageness from Sandy really excited me and I was hard in no time.

"You like that? You like fucking and sucking cock? Now you're just like me. Mess with me again and I'll tell everybody that you's a HO. I'll tell at church and you'll go to Hell. Fuckin' Bitch."

I looked down at Mary. Her mouth was stuffed with cock and her cheeks were puffed out. She was a lousy cocksucker but she would learn. And her face, it was all stained. Tears painted trails down her cheeks and her lips were coated with a mix of my cum and her blood. Poor kid. Since I had already cum in her pussy it took me a long time to work up another load.

"Just suck it Mary. Suck it good and it will soon be over. Sandra! Take off your panties and sit in the chair. Feet up. Skirt too. Now play with your pussy. Stick your fingers in deep. That's it baby. Fuck yourself. That's how I like it. Keep doing it baby. God you look so fuckin' sexy."

Mary must have thought she was already in Hell. I kept pumping Mary's mouth while watching Sandra finger fuck herself. From our times together I knew that she came quick and could have multiple orgasms. I watched and sure as shit she was cumming, a lot. She was watching the back of Mary's head bouncing on my cock and I was getting a shot of her bare pussy under her school uniform. This was blowing my mind. It looked to me that Sandy wanted to do something else with Mary but what I couldn't guess. The look on Sandy's face as she finger fucked herself and rode a wave of orgasms was a combination of pure ecstasy and a sheer hatred. I could almost swear that Sandy wished she had a cock so she could fuck Mary herself. Looking at that face as I face fucked Mary was exactly what I needed. At last I could fill her mouth with a load of my seed. It was the first of many times with Mary that summer.

Since our first time together I had begun training Sandy as a submissive. Not that I knew then what that was. All I was doing was establishing my power over her just like all the men in her life had before me. I introduced spanking in our fucking. She seemed to like it. I loved it. Her training included recruiting little friends into our fun. Mary didn't really count since it was before I instructed Sandra to bring select girls into our little family.

The first girl I sent Sandy after was the daughter of a neighbor. Her name was Cynthia. Everyone called her Cyndi. She was an unusual choice for me. First, she was 12 years old. A bit older than the little girls I was usually lusted for. But Cyndi had something special. This was the second point. She had the body of a 21 year old. It was contrary to my obsession with preteen girls but she was irresistible. Cyndi was Puerto Rican and was blessed with all the best that her Latin blood could provide. Thick, wavy dark hair, full red lips, sexy green eyes, and a voluptuous figure. This included a pair of full round tits, at least a C cup, and equally full round hips with an ass to die for. She had a pretty face except for a slight overbite that made her lisp. I found it very sexy myself. I still do today.

Cyndi had a stepmother. The stereotypical slutty looking Latina with clothes that were too tight, too much make-up, and cheap flashy jewelry. Cyndi was her Barbie doll and she dressed her up just like she dressed. Like a hooker. Cyndi's pants looked as if they were painted on. Her shorts were too short for a 12 year old. She wore push-up bras under tight sweaters or midriff blouses. She wore make-up and her fingernails and toenails were always painted blood red.

I'm not exaggerating. Cyndi was a preteen girl with the body of a full grown woman. A young Raquel Welch. No lie. Girls her own age hated her for having that body when they still looked like boys. Older boys chased after her to get their hands on that same body. Even adult men stared at her. Women in the neighborhood whispered about her. All this attention made her feel very self-conscious and insecure. The only friends she had in the neighborhood where the younger girls that didn't notice or care that she was different.

Cyndi was at the age when girls are full of romantic fantasies. Dreaming of the first date. Holding hands in a dark movie theater. The first kiss. But Cyndi didn't have those dreams. She was scared of boys, and men, that might take her and rape her. That's what her father and grandmother always warned her would happen. If she wasn't careful she would be kidnapped and raped. Stepmom dresses her like a slut and Daddy says nothing. Neither does her grandmother. But then Papi and Abuela warn her to protect her virtue.

Cyndi and Sandra were friends and she confided all these things to her young girlfriend which in turn she would later tell me. I had known Cyndi since she was a kid and watched her grow up. My sister and her were friends until puberty hit Cyndi at around 9 years old. Up till then I was her friend too. That is until her head was filled with visions of assault.

Before I developed a taste for preteen pussy I used to masturbate to fantasies of fucking her stepmom. As Cyndi grew into a young version of this slutty woman my fantasy shifted to her. Even after getting involved with Sandy and Mary I still lusted after Cyndi. It helped that emotionally she related to the younger girls more than to girls her own age. She still played with dolls, jumped rope, played hopscotch and hide-go-seek. She'd sit on her stoop with her little friends playing some game and guys would walk by and stare down her low-cut blouse. I would have too but our families were friendly and my parents would have gone nuts if they saw me doing that.

I told Sandy to let it slip that she had a secret boyfriend and that we kissed.

"Later you can tell her that we touch each other, but don't tell her everything at once. Wait until she begs you to tell her more. Say that you kiss him with your mouth open. Just like that. Tell her you touched his thing. Say it exactly that way. Tell her how nice I am and that I'm gentle with you. Tell her how we hug and cuddle, but don't tell her how old I am or my name. And most importantly, don't tell her that we fuck. Kissing, hugging, cuddling, and a little touching yes, but no fucking. Understand?"

"Yes, but Master? What if she tells?"

"She won't because she likes you. You're her best friend. If she tells it will get you in trouble. And since you are doing what she wishes she was doing she'll want to hear more about it."

"Will you like her more than me?"

"Of course not. She's too old and probably has a hairy pussy. I'll always like you more because you have no pussy hair and your cunt and asshole are so tight. I just want to fuck her and make her suck my cock. Just like I do to Mary."

The little fool can't think ahead to when she'll turn into a woman-child just like Cyndi. By then I'll have whored her out to my friends and to men who'll pay me to let them fuck her. A week later Sandra has some news.

"Master? I told Cyndi about my secret boyfriend and she wants to know who it is? She thinks it's a boy at school."

"Don't tell her my name or how old I am. Just tell her I don't go to school anymore. If she asks why, tell her that I have a job."

When you're 12 years old the 6 year gap to 18 is huge. Cyndi has to warm-up to the fact that I'm that much older. It might be scary to her but could also be very romantic. Every girl has a crush on an older man at least once in her life.

It was already August and if I was going to have any chance of fucking her it would have to be before school started. She was unsupervised most of the summer while her parents both worked. In September she'd be inside doing homework and chores until they got home. Then it was maybe an hour outside playing before dinner, bath, and bed. If I can get to her before September she'll be mine whenever I want her. She will have had some of the romance she yearned for and want more. A few days later Sandy told me that she still hadn't told Cyndi my name but she did tell her I was 18. She said that Cyndi didn't believe her and she wanted to meet this secret boyfriend.

"Tell her to go with you to the park Friday morning and that I'll meet you there. Tell her that you're going to be wearing your tennis outfit because I like to see you in a skirt. Don't tell her to wear one but hint that I like girls in skirts. I'll come by in my van and you get in with me."

If I know Cyndi, she'll hesitate but her curiosity will make her get in the van with us. She's known me all her life so there's some trust there. Sure, she'll be surprised that Sandy and me are fooling around but I can convince her that I like Sandy for the same reasons she likes her. Sandy acts older and wiser than most 10 year olds. Of course it's mostly because of my influence but Cyndi doesn't know that. Then it's a little weed, a little wine, and a secluded dirt road in New Rochelle for some fun.

"One last thing. Don't call me Master in front of Cyndi. At least not yet. We don't want to scare her."

That night I prepared the van. I just got it a month earlier. Sort of a birthday present to myself. It was an old beat up delivery van I bought with help from my father. It only had the 2 front seats. The rest was bare painted metal. We lined the walls with wood paneling and covered the floor with some cheap shag carpeting. Hey, it was the '70s. Last thing was a platform that held a full sized mattress. I insisted it was for going camping with the guys but my father knew better. Underneath it was an ice cooler and a drawer. Along the side was a cushioned bench for passengers. My mother contributed the 8-track stereo. All I needed was girls, my age or younger, to climb inside and I was set. So I put fresh sheets on the bed, covered it with a quilt my grandmother made for it, loaded some ice and wine in the cooler, made sure I had a few joints, some munchies, plates, cups, and other picnic stuff in the drawer. I went to my room and selected some 8-track tapes to set the right mood, grabbed some throw pillows from my sister's room, and tossed them on the van's bed.

The next day I met Sandra at the park. More like a playground. I told her to wait for me by the front gate. When I drove up at 10 AM there she was, and standing next to her was Cyndi. They were something to see. Sandra was in her white tennis mini outfit with blue crew socks and white Keds. Cyndi was wearing black tube top under a white cotton blouse, tied at the bottom. Like I hoped she would, the 12 year old wore a skirt. A black mini-skirt made of fake suede. Her legs were covered with black fishnet stockings, very popular back then, and on her feet she wore black pumps with a thin strap across them and 2 inch heels. Sort of like what dancers wear. That thick black hair of hers was floating loosely around her shoulders. Her eyes had light green shadow and black liner. Her lips glistened with a pink gloss. Stepmother must have been proud. Cyndi looked like a cheap Hunts Point hooker.

I pulled to the curb and jumped out.

"Hi Cyndi. Are you surprised?"

Speechless, she just nodded.

"I know it's weird but I really like her and she likes me. I don't see her as a little girl. To me she's a young lady. Hard to believe but it's true. You can see why we have to keep it a secret. Come on, we'll talk inside."

I slid the side door open and Sandra climbed right in. She was excited. She knew I had a van but this was the first time, since my father and I had finished fixing it up, that she had seen it.

"This is so boss. There's carpet and paneling and colored lights and everything. Come in Cyndi and look."

There must have been a lot of stuff bouncing around inside Cyndi's head because she just stood there looking confused. Sandy kept telling her how neat everything was inside the van. I knew she wanted to get in but her father's warnings were stopping her from taking that first step. Finally I took her by her elbow and gave her a little encouragement. Her feet shuffled along until she lifted one onto the doorsill. Sandy grabbed her other arm and pulled her in the rest of the way. I pulled the door shut behind her. My trap was set.

"Do you like it. My father and me just finished it. You beautiful ladies are my first passengers. I'm going to take you on a celebration ride. We'll have a picnic."

The girls sat next to each other on the bench. Sandy was thrilled and jabbering about everything. I wasn't paying much attention to her. I was watching Cyndi in my rearview mirror. She was checking the van out but every so often her eyes would fix on the bed. I hopped on the Hutchison Pkwy and headed north into Westchester where I knew of an isolated back road. It didn't take long and while we drove there we talked.

"Cyndi, come sit up front so we can talk. Sandra, make yourself comfortable on the bed."

Sandy jumped into the bed like it was a swimming pool, and landed in the pile of pillows. Cyndi cautiously made her way to the passenger seat. As she maneuvered herself into the seat her vinyl mini-skirt rode up her thighs and I got a good view of her fishnet clad legs. Now, regardless of age, I am a leg man and hers were magnificent. She settled her ass into the seat and looked out the windshield.

"Where are we going? I didn't tell anyone I was going far, just to the park. I'll get in trouble."

"Cyndi, I live on your block. Your family knows my family. You know I won't hurt you. If they get mad I'll take the blame. Relax. I just thought we needed privacy to talk about Sandy and me."

"You know she's a little girl. You're too old for her."

"Not true. My father is 7 years older than my mother. Sandy is young, sure, but you know how mature she is. She's smart and can take care of herself better than her own parents do. You've been to her house so you know that's true. Be honest, her father is a creep. I treat her better than he does. You've known me all your life. Have I ever hurt anyone? Do I steal or cheat people? Don't I treat you with respect? I know you think I'm like the other guys that bother you but I've never done that, have I?"

"No, I guess not but it doesn't seem right. You're gonna go to college soon and she's still in elementary school."

"I know, I know. But I can't help it. I like young girls. I wish she was older but she isn't. I think she's beautiful and sexy and would never hurt her. Sandra is smart and tough. If I was mean to her she would either leave me or tell someone and you know it. She stays with me because she wants to. I wish she hadn't told you about us. We could get in trouble. I thought if you saw how we were together it would change your mind about us. We enjoy being together and I don't do anything with her she doesn't want me to do."

As I drove we talked more. We talked about our families, school, people we knew, anything I could think of to make her feel comfortable and keep her mind busy. I honestly believe I was the first person to talk to her like an adult. Her parents treated her like a baby, her clothes notwithstanding. Kids her own age wouldn't talk to her at all and grown-ups just gossiped about her. She was telling me about thoughts and feelings she had never voiced before. How she missed her real mother and how she hated the way people treated her. She felt like a circus freak. Especially painful was her loneliness. She missed having friends.

"I don't have any friends at school. I don't have any on the block either. Everybody hates me."

"We used to be friends Cyndi. Why did you stop talking to me?"

"Because your sister started talking about me behind my back. I heard she called me a slut. I didn't even know what that meant. I was afraid you thought the same thing so I stopped hanging out with you."

"She's just jealous because you're prettier than she is. You're prettier than all of them, and not just because........well, you know."

"I know."

Before we knew it we were at my spot. I parked the van behind a tall hedge, near a small brook. She got up and made her way to the back of the van. This time I got a good look at her tits when the pulled away from her chest as she stooped over to avoid bumping her head. They were still trapped underneath the elastic tube top but it was the closest I'd been to them since she first started developing. Instead of being hard and firm like other preteens' budding tits, Cyndi's were soft and swayed as she moved. She was only 12 years old and any 20 year old would have killed to have a set like hers. Still bent over and making her way to the rear I got a close-up of her magnificent ass. That "suede" skirt was still high on her legs and with her bent over like she was the material was stretched tight across her ass. I could see 2 distinct globes, large but beautifully shaped, narrowing as they reached up to her waist. Below the skirt were those great legs. I've already told you I'm a leg man so it should be no surprise that I was a lot more turned on by Cyndi's legs than her giant boobs. Tits change over time. After she has some babies sucking the life out of them for a few years they'll be deflated and sagging on her stomach. But a great pair of legs last a lifetime.

After popping a Diana Ross 8-track tape into the stereo, I followed her to the back where Sandy was laying on her back with her legs crossed at the ankles and her hands behind her head. Dressed as she was in that white outfit, she looked like she did the day I first fucked her. It reminded me how attracted I still was to her and how naturally sexy a 10 year old girl could be. Cyndi sat on the bench but I took a leap and landed in the bed next to my little fuck toy. As soon as I stopped bouncing Sandy rolled on top of me and gave me a big kiss square on the lips. Tame compared to what we usually did but with Cyndi there watching it seemed much dirtier. Sandy had no inhibitions in front of her friend. She rolled her body up and over mine so she was laying on my chest and stomach. Her legs were splayed apart with her cunt on my cock like she was riding me. It was subtle, and I don't know if Cyndi could spot it, but Sandra was slowly humping me. I think she was glad to have someone see us together. It probably made all the sex and perversion we'd committed seem less lurid.

Cyndi had no way to get home without me so she was a captive audience. I decided to let this just play out and see where it led. Sandy was happy and showing off in front of her older friend. She knew that Cyndi was lonely and might be jealous of what she had in me. A boyfriend. An older man that thought she was beautiful and sexy. To prove it, my horny little fuck toy slipped her tongue in my mouth and began to moan loudly. I have to admit, I was already excited after getting up close to Cyndi and with Sandy climbing on top of me and grinding her pussy into my crotch made me more so. So when she began kissing me passionately I was all into it. We made out like long lost lovers for a minute or two, then we broke and came up for air.

"Whoa girl. I don't think Cyndi wants to see that. Why don't you open that drawer and get some cups. We need something to drink."

She pulled the drawer open and started "setting the table". I pulled the ice chest out and took out a bottle of wine. My taste in wines was very different back then. This was cheap sweet apple wine. Made just to get you drunk and that's what I needed. As I opened the bottle Sandy was the first to ask.

"What's that?"

"It's wine my dear. I want to celebrate my new wheels and you, and Cyndi. I think we're going to be good friends, the three of us."

Cyndi surprised me. I thought she would give me a hard time about the wine but instead she held her cup out for me to fill. We sat and talked and drank our wine. I kept refilling theirs while I nursed mine. Pretty soon they were giggling and acting silly. That's when I pulled out the joints. Sandy knew exactly what they were but this was all new to Cyndi. She was loose and relaxed. She wasn't questioning anymore. Cyndi saw that Sandra was having fun. More fun than she ever had and she wanted some too. I lit up the doobie and gave it to Sandy. She had a toke and passed it to Cyndi. She just looked at it, not knowing exactly what to do.

"Is this marijuana? How do I do this?"

"Give it here. Since this is your first time just take a small puff. You have to inhale it to get the affect. Watch me."

I took a short drag and gave it back to her.

"Hold the smoke in for a little while before blowing it out."

Naturally she choked and coughed but she recovered and tried it again. Not so much coughing this time and I started to see expression change. Cyndi was stoned.

"You're sitting too far away. Come here with Sandy and me."

It was a warm day. Warmer inside the van. Cyndi's skin was damp with sweat. She untied the knot under her tits, unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped it off her shoulders. I could tell she was wearing one of those stiff old fashioned push-up bras under her tube top. A strapless one no less. My heart skipped a beat. I was one step closer to seeing her naked. Sandy, not wanting me to stare at Cyndi's huge boobs, took off her top. Her pointy cones were getting bigger everyday but would never get as big as her friend's. Neither her mother or sister had big ones. She lay back on the bed and pulled me down with her. I had the joint so I gave my little girl a shotgun blast of smoke. Sandy loved pot and sucked it all in, holding it in her lungs until blowing it out and gasping for air. I sat up and did the same for Cyndi. She was in a daze and inhaled some of it but it burned her eyes so she turned away. That's when she saw Sandy laying topless on the bed.

"Sandy? What are you doing?"

"I was hot like you so I took my top off. No big deal. It feels good."

"Doesn't she look sexy like that? I think she's beautiful."

I handed the joint to Cyndi and lay back down next to my tiny lover. Propping myself on my left elbow I caressed her tiny baby tits with my right hand. Sandy closed her eyes and drifted into her special place. I lowered myself to her lips and began kissing her. Not a tender platonic kiss. I had a half naked 10 year old under me, and a voluptuous 12 year old watching us. I was fired up. I wanted to give Cyndi a show like she'd never seen.

Sandy threw her arms around my neck and returned my kiss, sucking my tongue like it was a cock, pushing her chest into my hand, moaning like a cheap whore. I peeked at Cyndi. She was sitting on the other side of Sandy, eyes fixed on us, and lips moist with saliva. She had an overbite I found incredibly sexy and always kept her mouth a little opened. Because of this, her being buzzed, and maybe a little horny, there was a little spit hanging on the corner of her mouth. With my right hand I reached up and wiped it from her mouth. She just stared at me silently as I gently cupped her cheek. I returned my attentions to Sandy and continued squeezing and pinching her tiny mounds of tit flesh. She loved it because it made her feel like she had real tits a man could love. She told me this once at the movies while I massaged her chest during a Disney flick. I could hear the joint sizzle as Cyndi took another drag. I bent down to resume kissing Sandra. It was good. Sandra had developed into one hell of a kisser and when she was in her happy place, all smoked up and feeling good, she put everything into it.

But I wanted more. I knew Cyndi was watching closely, still pulling on that doobie. I wanted her to want what Sandy was getting. I kissed my way down Sandra's face and neck. Across to her shoulder, tracking my way to her budding breast I took it into my mouth and sucked, nibbled, and licked very noisily. I heard Cyndi sigh softly when I did this. I knew I was close. Slowly and as erotically as I could make it I began moving back up Sandy's body to kiss and nibble on her ear, giving Cyndi a good view of my little lover's wet breast and her tall hard nipple. I then whispered in Sandy's ear.

"Undo my pants and suck my cock. Take your time and don't make me cum. Do it. Now."

No further instructions were necessary. I knew that in her state of mind, Cyndi wasn't even there. Sandy loved sucking my cock. She loved drinking my cum. As soon as I said it she slid off the mattress and on to the van floor. She was experienced so my belt and zipper posed no trouble for her. With Sandy out of the way I put my right hand behind Cyndi's neck and pulled her down to me. The joint was long gone, and Cyndi's mind and willpower was in a fog. With no resistance she fell into me and our mouths met. I don't know if she had kissed boys before or if she was just a natural but she seemed to know her way around a man's mouth. My right hand slid down her back and I pulled her tightly to me. Then I felt my cock was free of my underwear and Sandy wrapped her lips and tongue around it. I was tonguing the 12 year old while the 10 year old was tonguing my cock. What a glorious feeling.

Cyndi was breathing hard and saliva was running down her chin. Sandy's head was bobbing on my cock. Though I told her not to make me cum she wanted her reward. I'd punish her later, when we were alone. Right now I had to make sure Cyndi saw her little friend with my cock in her mouth. I wasn't sure she'd ever seen one though she had a father and 10 year old brother in the house with her. Junior was an asshole and was always telling his little friends how he saw his sister naked all the time. Cyndi had her arms by her side so I took her left hand with my right and placed it on top of Sandy's head. My tiny cocksucker didn't even slow down. When I felt Cyndi start to rub Sandy's head and dig her fingers in her hair I broke our kiss and turned my head towards Sandra, giving Cyndi a good look at what her young friend was doing.

"Oh my God. She's got your thing in her mouth. Oh my God."

Upon hearing her voice Sandy looked up, still with my fuck meat between her lips. Her face had a look of wanton lust. Her head never stopped moving. She wanted me to cum in her mouth. Tightening my hand over Cyndi's I closed it so she had a good grip of her hair and pulled Sandy off my cock. I took Cyndi's hand off Sandy's head and placed it on my cock.

"Sandy, show her what to do."

Sandy's hand replaced mine and began stroking my cock with Cyndi's. It didn't take long before I felt Cyndi's fingers squeezing and milking my cock. Feeling left out, Sandra lowered her head and began licking and sucking my balls. She got even lower and stuck her tongue in my asshole. Not her usual but I think she was trying to compete with the older new girl. I didn't care as long as it felt good, and it did.

I pulled Cyndi back down to my chest and went back to making out with her. I purposely stayed away from her tits. I rubbed her back, her sides, her neck, but not her tits. I wanted her to know that I wasn't after her for her big boobs. Oh, I wanted to touch, lick, bite, and basically attack them, but my main goal was her pussy.

With her panting and moaning on top of me, and her hand giving me her virgin hand-job, I moved my hand down the back of her thigh to her knee. Then slowly but steadily I moved it up the inside, under her skirt and to her cunt. The heat pouring out from under that vinyl shirt was tremendous. Her cunt had soaked her panty's crotch. Her fishnets were pantyhose so it took me some time to tear through but Cyndi didn't struggle or resist. She just lay there while I ripped them open. Now my hand was on her cotton covered cunt. Through the material I could feel her patch of cunt hair. It was curly but soft and not too thick. I'd have to have her shave it before the next time. I slipped a finger under the leg hole's elastic and pulled the crotch material off her pussy.

God was she wet. Steaming hot. I was working blind but I had no trouble finding her clit. It was huge. Larger than Sandy's or Mary's. And it was hard. Like a little cock. I would have loved to suck on it for a while but I wanted to get my cock in there before anything happened to spoil the moment.