Angela’s no Angel, that’s for sure. The girl’s got a great pair of tits and she’s definitely not shy about showing them off - which is a bit of a problem given that she’s my girlfriend’s younger sister.
I’d been going out with Tina for a few weeks when she decided it was time for me to meet her parents but it was Angela who made a real impression on me. “Do you like my T-Shirt?” she asked, unzipping her sports jacket to reveal a thin white top which was stretched obscenely-tight across the heavy curves of her braless breasts.
The teats of her erect nipples were sticking up like bollards.
“Jesus Angela, put them away,” Tina scalded, but her sister never really did; not when I was around anyway.
Tina had a small bust and it was obvious that her younger sister felt compelled to compete with the assets that she’d been born with; there were plunging necklines, the tightest of tops, obscenely sheer material, yet never a bra in sight.
I started thinking about those ‘delicious D-cups’ when I was masturbating. It was hard not to – hard not to masturbate to Angela given that Tina wasn’t giving me any sexual relief. Tina’s tits were lovely, or so I imagined.
She was shy about…
everything, unlike her bitchy brat of a little sister.
The first time I stayed over, I found that it wasn’t just her tits that Angela was happy to show off – she seemed to have developed a thing about showing off her bum, or her ‘tight little ass’ as she called it. It had started out ‘innocently’ but there’s only so many times a girl can bend over between a person and the television they’re watching without it being deliberate.
The white leggings meant my fevered imagination wasn’t overly-taxed in creating a cute contour map of what was ‘hidden’.
“Look. Angela. What do you want me to say?”
“That I’ve got a nicer ass than Tina.”
“You know I can’t say that,” I replied, grateful that my jacket was covering the crotch of my trousers. There was a reason that I couldn’t pass comment - I hadn’t seen my girlfriend from those angles.
The final straw came when Angela decided to put her pussy on display. In my experience, girls don’t forget they’re not wearing underwear, and sitting crossed legged while she was reading her dad’s Sunday newspaper was just asking for it.
“You don’t even like football,” I said, pushing down the top of the paper as she somehow managed to look innocent while giving me an uninterrupted view of her shaved snatch. “But you do like playing games.”
“Who says I’m playing games?” she challenged.
“So, you’re going to let me fuck you?” I asked, trying to put the frighteners on her.
Angela gasped, clearly taken aback, but she quickly gathered that inner cruelty. “Yes,” she said with a nasty sneer. She draped a leg over each arm of the chair, positioning herself in the most obscene way yet.
Taking up the challenge, I dropped to my knees, unzipped my flies and pulled out my fully-erect cock, positioning it between her legs; using it like a knife at her throat. Angela’s expression reminded me of a startled alley cat as I paused to peel back my foreskin. The engorged purple crown of my cock shone like a sabre on a military parade ground. Angela jumped back as I pushed my weapon into her flesh – but she didn’t run.
“What about my sister?” she whispered hoarsely, her body hanging from the arms of the chair.
What about her? We both paused and in that moment of tranquillity, we listened to Tina having a shower upstairs.
As I looked down at the white smear of Angela’s sex juices coating the top centimetre of my cock and the umbilical thread linking our genitals, my relationship with Tina came into sharp focus. What was I hoping to get from Tina?
Tits, tail and twat. That’s what I’d said to my mates – but what did
I want?
The umbilical thread shortened and then disappeared altogether as I let my cock do my thinking for me. Angela gasped as I slipped my cock back and forth over the slippery flesh covering her pubic bone.
Rubbing genitals while staring into each other’s eyes.
It was intense.
Really intense.
It
felt like we were having sex, and there was enough excitement for me to come as I ‘dry-humped’ Angela. It was far from ‘dry’ and the fact that I was finally getting covered in pussy juice was getting me close to spunking when something shifted position and Angela dropped away.
I resumed the previous position but Angela’s hand pushed my cock down and held it at her opening. The shower switched off and I couldn’t help but look up at the ceiling.
I’d already made my decision and we both knew it. “What about Tina?”
“What about her? She hates me anyway.” Angela wriggled into the cushion and then stopped, as if to say ‘right, I’m ready’. I waited, relishing the moment with my cock nudging into her wet heat.
“This is wrong.” I waited for the disappointment to wash over Angela’s face, and in that moment knew she really did want it. Angela gasped with pleasure and surprise as I did the deed, pushing up hard until my cock had disappeared right to the hairy root. “Really, really wrong.”
The soft velvet grip of Angela’s pussy was the most amazing sensation. “My sister’s a lucky girl.” Angela’s voice was laced with sarcasm and I saw the vengeful sneer.
The perverted victory of having bagged her sister’s boyfriend.
“Why don’t you just shut up while I fuck you?” I snapped, wanting to do it, but desperately wanting to get it over with at the same time. Angela gave me a look of surprise and it was clear that she liked me putting her in her place.
I could tell by the flexing of her pussy around my cock.
A horrified delight gripped my heart. Tina would never
ever let me talk to her like
that.
I pulled my cock out and then pushed it back in.
All of it.
“Take it all, you slut.” Angela moaned and slid forward, almost falling off the seat in her eagerness to follow my instruction. Taking advantage of the better access to Angela’s slippery slot, I fucked her hard and fast right to the edge of my orgasm. Angela gasped, grunted and swore and I began to wonder how she had been cut from the same cloth as her sister.
“Show me your tits.” Angela looked up at me with pleading eyes; for once the girl wasn’t interested in showing off her tits – she just wanted to be fucked. “I’m going to come all over them,” I said. “And then you’re going to sit here and watch the television or read the paper while my spunk dries on you.” Angela moaned and the way her pussy clenched made my cock vibrate dangerously. “Did I say you could touch your pussy, slut?”
“N-no.” Angela gasped. “Master.”
“Master? I like the sound of that.” It was amazing how quickly this had happened. Looking down, my cock was shiny with Angela’s pussy juice, juice that I wanted to taste.
“Give me your fingers.” Angela lifted her fingers up and I gripped her wrist as I took them into my mouth.
The fragrance was delicate and sweet, something any man would want more of. “You taste delicious.”
“Thank-you, Master.”
“But I need more. After I come on your tits, I’m going to eat your pussy.” The thought of eating Angela’s pussy was enough to make my cock ache even more.
Oh shit!
My dirty talk had taken me over the edge.
I yanked my cock out of Angela’s perfect pussy just at the point of orgasm and directed the squirts of spunk over Angela’s impressive rack, throat and face.
Licking her spunk-frosted lips made my cock rear up.
I wanted to lick her and taste her so badly.
Angela flushed even more heavily as I dropped to my knees and pushed hers apart.
“I’ve never been licked before,” she whispered.
“Been saving yourself for me? Good slut. Now show me your pussy.” Angela lifted her hips off the chair. “Not like that, use your fingers to spread yourself. I want to see inside.” Angela was shaking as her fingers slid down either side of her pussy and tried to pull her labia apart. Her gash was soft, pink, very wet and evidently extremely slippery.
“I’m sorry, Master,” Angela said, sounding genuinely upset as her slickened-labia escaped over and over again.
It was a wonderful show.
“You don’t need to apologise for being aroused, slut.” How long would I have had to wait for Tina to allow me to do this? Angela was so much more willing. I dipped my tongue right into the centre of slit and ran it up, then down.
“Oh fuck!” Angela groaned and her body shuddered as I dragged my tongue around her clitoris. I wondered whether she had actually orgasmed and kept my tongue darting around and over her sensitive nub as I pushed two fingers into her vagina.
It definitely seemed like an orgasm from the noise she was making… and the jolting shudders…. and her fingers in my hair.
Her juices were really flowing.
A torrent.
It was an unbelievable turn on that Tina’s sister was letting me do such depraved things to her.
I thought about the Master thing and wondered how far I could push my luck. As I continued to lick and single-finger her pussy, I started teasing Angela’s bumhole with my middle finger.
She squirmed and shrieked… and then pressed down.
I pressed up experimentally, just to see what Angela would do. She groaned and twisted and I felt the weight of her increase, as though she was trying to impale herself.
Fuck!
I pressed harder and my finger actually penetrated her bum; penetrated the ring of muscle and beyond so that I had my index finger buried in Angela’s pussy and my middle finger buried in her bottom.
“Lick my clit!” she demanded, pulling my head down with both hands. “I want to come again!” Angela announced the impending arrival of her orgasm with moans and groans, which intensified into a murderous scream.
I was expecting Tina to come down to investigate at any second, bursting into the living room with her hair drier held like a pistol ready to shoot.
The door remained closed and the hair drier maintained its steady drone.
As Angela calmed down, I began to think that I might need a second orgasm… and there was only one place I wanted to stick my aching cock. I shuffled forwards and pressed the blunt tip against Angela’s arsehole.
“I want to stick my cock up your arse,” I said, being as blunt as my cock felt. Angela gave me a disbelieving look and swallowed.
“I… I’ve got some lube in my bedroom, Master.” Was she really going to let me do her up the arse?
“You really are an amazing little slut,” I said, as she wrapped her dressing gown around her spunky tits. “But you’d better be quick.” The sound of the hairdryer had been replaced with the sound of music as Tina got to the make-up and dressing stage of her preparations.
I made no comment as Angela returned with a large bottle of sexual lubricant - judging by how much of the contents had been used, Angela liked to play - a lot.
“I want you to do it like this,” she said, kneeling on the floor with her bum up. She spread her cheeks, offering me perfect access to both her pussy and arsehole.
Her arsehole looked so tight that I was sure there was no way she’d be able to take my cock but I knew it’d taken my finger and it’d be fun to play the game. I poured a generous dollop of pink lubricant into the cleft of Angela’s arse and used my fingers to smear it over her bumhole. From her excited gasps and moans, it was clear that it was driving us both crazy.
I pushed my middle finger back into her bum and was surprised by how much easier it was using proper lubricant, rather than a combination of pussy juice and saliva. Angela grunted as I added my index finger and held them both inside her.
There was a ring of muscle as tight as a plastic tie wrap and I was sure that I’d never squeeze my cock through. However, just my fingers in there looked and felt so rude that I gave myself a left-handed wank, having messily applied more of the lubricant to my cock. It was easy to imagine that I was fucking Tina’s sister with my cock, rather than my fingers and I was close to coming. “Try it,” Angela begged. “Try sticking your cock up my arse, Master.”
Even wanking my slippery cock into Angela’s anal opening would be the rudest sex I’d ever had.
Moving into position, I wanked my cock with the tip pressing between her buttocks. Almost immediately, the sensation changed completely. Angela howled and her body stiffened alarmingly. Something was gripping me, just behind the head of my cock. “It’s… it’s in me, Master,” Angela confirmed, her voice little more than a series of throaty growls. I pulled back a little and revealed the shocking, glorious truth for myself. There was no doubt about it: my cock was in Angela’s arse.
My cock started throbbing as though caught in a tourniquet. “I want to come with your dick in my arse, Master.” I couldn’t believe what was happening as Angela took control, masturbating furiously with her slippery fingers flying beneath my cock.
She slid backwards along the length of my shaft with relentless determination.
Eventually her buttocks pressed against my pelvis. How was that even possible? “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Please fuck my little slut arsehole.”
It was the dirtiest invitation of my life and I added another squirt of lubricant as I eased my cock out of her wildly-contracting anal orifice. It went back in with scary, slippery ease.
“We shouldn’t be doing this!”
Angela was muttering a constant stream of filthy commentary and I wondered whether she had lost control completely. “I’m going to come, Master, with your big fat prick buried in my bottom.” As her ass started to pulse, it fired an uncontrollable response in my groin. Without needing to thrust at all, Angela’s arse took me over the edge into a mind-bending, soul-destroying orgasm. I must have fired an absolute torrent of spunk into her bottom but she stayed where she was and just took it.
“Are you OK… my pet?” I asked breathlessly.
“Yes, my Master,” she said, not moving a muscle as I extracted my deflating cock. “Thank you, my Master.”
I left her there, naked, bum-up with her well-used holes on full display as I took a hurried shower. As I washed off the smell of the best sex of my life, I couldn’t help thinking that I was with the wrong sister.