Chapter 1: The Forbidden Pick
The air in the car was thick with anticipation as I pulled up to Angela’s parents’ house, the clock ticking past midnight. My cock was already straining against my jeans, the thought of this young, tan goddess sneaking out for me sending a thrill down my spine. My wife, Lila, had given me the reins to pick this time, and fuck, did I pick a winner. Angela, with her tiny waist, cascading brown hair, and those massive, triple-D tits spilling out of every photo on her Tinder profile, was a far cry from the cute, pear-shaped girls Lila usually chose. This was my game now, and I was playing to win.
The passenger door creaked open, and there she was, a vision in a tight little crop top and denim shorts that barely covered her ass. Her eyes, wide and nervous, darted around before settling on me. 'Hey,' she mumbled, sliding in, her voice barely above a whisper.
'Hey yourself, sweetheart,' I grinned, letting my gaze linger on her chest, those perfect tits practically begging to be freed. 'You ready to be a bad girl tonight? Sneaking out like this, you’ve already got me hard as fuck.'
She blushed, her hands fidgeting in her lap. 'I… I’ve never done anything like this before,' she admitted, her voice trembling but her eyes curious, hungry even.
'Don’t worry, baby, I’ll show you the ropes. Speaking of which,' I shifted in my seat, making damn sure she could see the bulge in my pants, 'why don’t you get acquainted with what you’re working with? Take my cock out. Suck it. I’ve been throbbing for you since I swiped right.'
Her eyes widened, a deer caught in headlights, but after a beat, her trembling fingers reached for my zipper. 'O-okay,' she stammered, freeing my hard cock, which sprang out and nearly slapped her in the face. She hesitated, then wrapped her lips around the tip, her inexperience obvious but fucking adorable. I groaned, one hand on the wheel, the other slipping under her top to grab a handful of those massive tits. Christ, they were even better than I’d imagined, heavy and soft, spilling over my fingers.
'That’s it, you little slut,' I growled, my voice low and commanding. 'Suck it like you mean it. You’re gonna be my dirty little toy tonight, aren’t you?'
She whimpered around my cock, her tongue swirling tentatively, and I could feel her getting into it, her nervousness melting into something hotter, needier. 'Mmm-hmm,' she mumbled, the vibration sending a jolt through me.
'Good girl. But let’s save the rest for when we get home. Gotta let my wife in on this, even if I’m already dying to bury myself in that tight pussy of yours.' I pulled her off me, tucking my cock back in with a grunt of frustration. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, and I knew I’d made the right fucking choice.
We pulled up to the house, and Lila was waiting on the couch, decked out in black lace lingerie that used to drive me wild. But tonight? My eyes were glued to Angela, my cock not even twitching for my wife. 'Hey, babe,' Lila purred, her voice sweet but laced with uncertainty as she eyed Angela. 'She’s… wow, she’s stunning. You sure about this? She’s so young.'
'Oh, I’m fucking sure,' I shot back, my tone sharp, almost dismissive. 'Look at her, Lila. She’s a goddamn dream. You can’t tell me you’re not a little wet just looking at her.'
Lila’s lips tightened, but she didn’t argue. Angela stood there, shifting awkwardly, her eyes darting between us. I stepped closer to her, my hands already itching to rip that tiny top off. 'Don’t be shy, sweetheart. Let’s get you out of these clothes. Show my wife what I picked out for us.'
Her breath hitched as I peeled the fabric away, revealing those perfect, round tits, her tan skin glowing under the dim lights. I couldn’t help myself—I dove in, sucking on her nipples, hard and greedy, while Lila dropped to her knees in front of me, her mouth on my cock like it was her last chance to keep me. But I barely felt it. All I could think about was Angela, her soft gasps, the way her body trembled under my touch.
'Fuck, you’re pathetic, Lila,' I muttered, my voice dripping with disdain as I glanced down at her. 'Look at this slut’s tits. You could never compare. Angela, you ready for me to fuck that sweet pussy yet, or you still playing the shy little virgin?'
'I… I’m not ready,' she whispered, her voice small but her eyes burning with something wild. 'Not yet.'
'Fine, you little tease. How about I fuck those big, slutty tits instead while my wife eats you out? Show her how a real woman tastes.' I smirked, pushing her down onto the couch, straddling her chest as Lila moved between her legs without a word. Angela nodded, her breath coming in short, horny pants, and I slid my hard cock between those massive, tan breasts, the sight of them swallowing me up almost enough to make me cum right then and there.
'Look at that, you worthless bitch,' I sneered at Lila, my thrusts growing rougher, Angela’s tits bouncing with every move. 'This is what a real fucking body looks like. Keep licking her pussy, make her drip for me. I’m gonna paint this little whore’s face with my cum, and you’re gonna watch.'
Angela moaned beneath me, her body arching as Lila worked her over, and I could feel it building, the pressure, the heat. My cock throbbed, and with a guttural groan, I erupted, hot cum spilling over her tits, her neck, splattering across her pretty face. I was sweating, panting, but still rock hard, my eyes locked on the mess I’d made of her.
'Clean up, slut?' I asked, my voice rough, but she shook her head, a shy, filthy little smile on her lips. 'I’m good like this,' she murmured, and fuck, if that didn’t make me want to ruin her even more.
'Lila, get the fuck out of the way,' I snapped, shoving my wife aside without a second thought. 'I’m gonna fuck this tight, wet pussy now, and I don’t need you whining in my ear.' Lila hesitated, then left the room, and I didn’t give a shit. All I cared about was Angela, spread out beneath me, dripping with my cum, waiting for me to claim her completely. I positioned myself, my cock teasing her entrance, and grinned down at her. 'You ready to be my little fucktoy, Angela? 'Cause I’m about to wreck you.'
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