Corey’s friend’s sister has always been the amorous type. When he learns from another friend that she is fantastic in bed, Corey decides he wants in on the fun!
Part One
I always considered my best friend’s sister, Angela, to be off limits to me. Rightly or wrongly, I valued my friendship with William above having a meaningless roll in the hay with his amorous sister, despite the obvious and continuous temptation. Perhaps I was being noble to a fault.
My name is Corey Ramsay. In 1980, I was 16 years old as was my best friend Wiliam Huggins. We lived just four blocks from each other in a suburban city of about 60,000 people, so I was frequently visiting William’s house—and vice versa. I was an only child, but William had four siblings at his home. He was the oldest of the five Huggins children. Angela came next. She was two years younger than William. The other three kids were all under ten years of age that year.
Angela, a black-haired girl, was not shy in the least when it came to boys. When I was ten and first became of friend of William’s, I seemed to be in eight-year-old Angela’s sites whenever I would drop by his house. If Angela were home, she would always be nearby. That was guaranteed. Perhaps “nearby” is an inadequate description. Actually, Angela was always within touching distance of me—which seemed to be her favorite pastime. She constantly was putting her hands on my shoulders, my waist, my back. She’d embrace me from behind. She’d hardly let a chance for any sort of physical contact with me pass her by. There was no subtlety about her actions. I accepted them with a smile on my face. Being wise for my age, I figured there were worse things in life than being groped by a cute, affectionate gal.
Of course, William noticed it, too, but he dismissed his sister’s behavior as absolutely normal for her. “Angela is the friendly type, Corey,” he explained once when she was out of earshot. He was clearly stating the obvious. “If a male enters this house who is over ten years old, Angela is instantly attracted to him and starts to paw him. She can’t seem to control herself. If this keeps up, I worry about what she’ll be like in a few years.”
That sounded like a valid apprehension to me. William had every right to be concerned as Angela’s groping of males continued unabated into her teenage years. She was a bit on the chunky side—pleasantly plump is the term my father liked to use to describe females built like Angela. By the time her age reached double digits, Angela had the physical traits of girls at least two years older than she was. Stories started to circulate that Angela Huggins liked to have intercourse with anyone who had a penis.
Another friend of mine, Darrel Nelson, boasted that he had bedded 14-year-old Angela about five minutes after meeting her. He had nothing but praise for her horizontal abilities. “She’s almost unbelievable in bed!” Darrel excitedly informed me about three weeks after their romp. “I barely lasted three minutes with her before coming all over the place. She’s that good, Corey! If you have a chance to get into the sack with her, do it! You won’t regret it!”
Darrel was apparently unaware that I’d had that opportunity for years. All I had to do was follow along with her numerous advances whenever I was in the Huggins’ home—and figure out a way for the two of us to be alone.
Part Two
Based on Darrel’s overwhelmingly positive review of Angela Huggins as a bedmate, I decided I should partake of her charms as soon as possible, despite her older brother being my longtime best friend. The only question was how I would approach her.
I considered writing Angela a sexy letter or “accidentally” encountering her somewhere I knew she’d be. However, I dismissed those ideas in favor of a more direct approach. On a Tuesday night when I knew William wouldn’t be home because of his part-time job, I dropped by his house anyway, pretending I didn’t know the nights he worked. I had a hunch that Angela would see me and want to engage in her usual petting spree. As it turned out, Angela was the person who answered the door. I got right to the point without having to be deceptive about it.
“Angela,” I began, “I know William is working tonight. I actually dropped by to see you, not him. I’ve decided I’m not going to resist your amorous advances any longer. Sometime soon I want to hop into bed with you and completely fuck your brains out! Does that idea appeal to you?”
“You bet it does, Corey!” she quickly replied. She embraced me and we shared a quick kiss before anyone else in the Huggins household saw us. Then she asked, “When and where do you want to do this, Corey?”
I came prepared to answer those two queries. “Angela, I will have the house all to myself this coming weekend. My parents are visiting friends 80 miles away for the whole weekend. They’ll be leaving shortly after 5 p.m. on Friday and will be gone for about 48 hours. We can be alone in my house anytime in between. Just select a time that works for you.”
“That sounds great to me, Corey!” she blurted. I want to arrive about two minutes after your parents have left the house so we can start screwing as early as possible. In case you didn’t know it, I’ve always wanted to have a fuck with you since the day I first saw you.”
“Yeah, I did get that impression rather quickly,” I said with a slight chuckle, “but I didn’t want to do anything that might negatively affect my friendship with your brother. I value it.”
“Ah, screw William!” Angela amusingly replied with a dismissive wave of her right hand. “He should have no bearing on what you or I want to do together.”
“Yeah,” I conceded. “To hell with him!”
Part Three
We arranged that Angela would be lingering in the neighborhood of my house beginning around 5 p.m. on Friday. My parents did not know Angela at all, so they’d just think she was someone strolling through the area. I first spotted Angela across the street at about 4:45. She was obviously eager to begin copulating. That was a great sign for me! She gave me a quick wave and a big smile, then she walked to the end of the block to bide her time.
My parents were on the road by 5:05 as I expected. Angela saw their car leave the driveway from a distance, crossed the street, and approached my house. I opened the door for her at about 5:07. To her chagrin, I insisted we behave ourselves for five or six minutes just to make sure my parents didn’t return to collect something they might have forgotten. (A couple of years earlier, a classmate of mine had once been interrupted screwing his girlfriend by his parents unexpectedly returning home a few minutes after leaving for a birthday party. They had left the gift behind. That bit of bad luck was awkward for everyone involved. I was a pessimist by nature; I figured if something bad could happen to me, it would happen to me. Accordingly, I didn’t want to be caught the same way by my folks while I was in bed with Angela.)
I need not have worried. My parents did not return; they’d be away for two full days. I said, “It’s time for me to fuck your brains out, Angela” just to remind her why she was here. She laughed at my eagerness. I lifted Angela off her feet—I forgot she was a bit on the heavyset side—and carried her to my parents’ bedroom because they had a king-size bed and I didn’t. I wanted to enjoy this experience without feeling cramped on a narrow mattress.
Angela quickly disrobed before I had the opportunity to request the honor of peeling her clothing off. She had wonderful, large breasts for her age that jiggled constantly. I had my hands on them before I was fully undressed myself. Squeezing them was a great joy for me.
I finally did totally shed my clothing at which point I had an irresistible urge to put my dick between Angela’s fine breasts for a quick titty fuck. She obliged willingly and laughed heartily. Apparently, Angela found the whole concept of a male fucking a girl’s tits to be hilarious—not the size of my equipment.
Angela then decided to take charge of things. “I want you to relax, Corey,” she instructed me. “Lie on your back. Put your head on a pillow and let me get at your dick. I think you’ll enjoy what I’m going to do to you!”
I had no reason to doubt her whatsoever, so I complied without comment.
Angela moved down the bed and placed her face against my phallus. She began the greatest blowjob I had ever experienced by licking my testicles. This was a first for me. I felt my already stiff rod grow another inch. (Maybe I just imagined that happening, but it certainly felt that way!) While Angela’s tongue was stimulating my ball sack, she was also merrily tugging on my shaft with her right hand. What a sensation that was! I managed to prop myself up just enough to play with Angela’s tits while she gave me her special treatment. It was all too much for me or any healthy male to control. I blew my load in under five minutes, spewing a great wad of warm semen about a foot into the air. It mostly crashed down on my body near my navel, but a few strands ended up dangling from Angela’s black hair. Obviously, Darrel had told me the truth about Angela’s terrific sex skills!
“Holy smoke!” I uttered. “You are fantastic sex partner, Angela! I’m sorry I came so fast, though. I hoped to last far longer than I did.”
“That’s nothing to apologize about,” my bedmate insisted. “I take your swift ejaculation as a great compliment.”
“You should!” I insisted. Then I grabbed a handful of tissues from a nearby box and cleaned myself up. I decided to please Angela in a similar way, although I knew I couldn’t hope to do as well as she did orally.
We changed places on the bed, and I dove into her pussy, licking and sucking every inch of it. I used my fingers, lips and tongue to please Angela to the best of my ability. I inserted two fingers into her vagina and began ramming them in and out. She got progressively wetter and began to squirm with delight. My dick had regained its former stiffness, so the next step was obvious. I mounted Angela missionary-style and drove my penis into her rather roughly. I was worried for a moment, but Angela had no complaints—only positive reactions. When I was certain I was “balls deep” inside her, I climaxed for the second time in less than half an hour. I didn’t consider pulling out even for a moment. She was going to get every drop of jism that I was firing. Angela experienced an orgasm, too. I was flattered that I was responsible for it.
With my dick still impaling her, I commented, “I’d say we make a good screwing twosome, Angela. Wouldn’t you agree? Damn, we should have been doing this for years!”
“Yeah, Corey, for the past six years! That’s how long you’ve been friend with William.”
I quickly reminded her that six years earlier I would have been ten years old and she would have been eight.
“Yeah, so what?” she said with a laugh.
I faked outrage when I replied, “Angela, you’re a naughty girl who needs to be punished! And I will punish you sexually, once I can reload my gun. In the meantime, I want to suck on your adorable nipples. They are extremely sexy to me.”
I pulled out of her pussy and slid down Angela’s sweaty body so I could focus on her breasts once more. She had wonderfully round tits with small areolas—which I preferred on all females. I buried my face between them for a few enjoyable moments. It was heavenly. I could have died a happy 16-year-old with my head resting in that precise spot. Then I began to thoroughly lick and suck on them. Angela encouraged me. “Keep doing that, Corey!” she noted. “That’s what they were made for.”
I then told her one of my favorite jokes. “You know, Angela,” I began, “Women’s breasts are like electric trains: They’re designed for small children, but they’re mostly enjoyed by adult males.”
Angela laughed heartily at that quip, which caused her tits to jiggle sexily. She had me so aroused that a third cum shot in this single session of screwing was not out of the question. In fact, I sensed it was highly probable.
“Time for more fucking, my dear!” I stated with authority. “How about you ride me to another orgasm.”
“I’d be so glad to do that, Corey,” she replied. “You have a great attitude about fucking.”
“What normal male doesn’t?” I asked rhetorically. I never did get an answer.
I returned to my original position on my parents’ huge bed—lying on my back, my head resting on a soft pillow, and my dick pointing skyward. Angela knew exactly what to do. She climbed aboard me to receive my dick. She then began to gyrate and bounce up and down wildly. Angela seemed sexually insatiable—which was alright by me, of course. I wished I had the stamina and personal self-control to do this with her all day.
Angela leaned forward for my benefit so I could spend more quality time playing with her tits. I felt compelled to comment, “To be totally honest with you, Angela, I’ve wanted to caress these lovely mounds of yours since you were ten and started to grow them.”
“So did a lot of the boys in my fifth-grade class. Some of them did, with my permission, of course,” she told me.
We both laughed at that remark. Five minutes later, I managed a third cum shot. It had nowhere near the power or volume of semen that the first two did, but the feeling inside my scrotum was initially terrific. Not too long afterward, however, my testicles started to ache slightly. I knew for certain I was done ejaculating for the day.
“Angela, you’ve worn me out,” I sadly confessed to her. Then I romantically kissed my wonderful sex partner, the best one of the four I’d ever had in my young life. “I’ve got nothing to do for the rest of tonight, but there’s no way I can coax a fourth ejaculation from my balls tonight. You can leave anytime you like or you can stay here with me in this comfy bed and cuddle for a while.”
“I’m all for cuddling, Corey. We can do more fucking tomorrow…and Sunday too. I enjoyed it very much.”
That’s what we did. Thoroughly exhausted from fucking my best friend’s chunky little sister, I fell asleep at about 7 p.m. with my head between Angela’s magnificent tits. I don’t think I had dropped off that early on a Friday night since I was a small child.
When I awoke near midnight, Angela was gone, but she had left a note taped to the bedroom mirror. It read, “Got up around 7:30 p.m. and took a shower. I needed it! I went home around eight o’clock, Corey, so my parents wouldn’t worry about where I was,” it said. “Don’t worry! I’ll be back tomorrow for some more excellent fucking with you. Is seven a.m. too early? Love, Angela Huggins.”
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