Chapter 8

Angela was not at all certain this was such a good idea. Going on a double-date with Tony, Tracy and Peter would certainly dispel any rumors that she was really in love with her own brother. The problem was, Peter was in the front seat of the sedan and Tracy couldn't be seen, but the sound of her wet lips running up and down Peter's prick could clearly be heard.

"How can she do that to him when we're in the back seat?" Angela asked in a whisper to Tony. "I think it's really obscene of her."

Angela realized that what bothered her most was jealousy. The thought of Tracy's lips work­ing over Peter's big, beautiful cock made Angela's blood boil with rage. Angela wanted Peter's prick all to herself. She didn't want another teenager getting her brother's cock-meat; she didn't want another girl -- especially not Tracy -- getting Peter's salty, delicious-tasting cum gushing in her mouth.

"Don't think about them, think about us," Tony whispered. He traced the outline of Angela's ear with the tip of his tongue, keep­ing her trapped against the door. His hand was massaging Angela's tit through her blouse and bra. "Come on, Angela, what's wrong? You're just sitting there like a cold fish."

Angela stiffened at the insult. She didn't like Tony's hands roaming over her body. He didn't have the right to touch her that way, but she hadn't found the courage to stop him. She hated his tenderness and the soft, loving words he purred into her ear. Angela Southern did not want to be made love to by Tony; she wanted to get fucked by him. Only her beloved brother Peter had the right to make love to her.

"Stop it," Angela said finally, when Tony started to push his hand up her skirt. "Tony, I mean it. I don't want you doing this!"

She grabbed the boy's wrist in both hands and clamped her knees together. Her cunt did not feel in the least bit hot or wet. She wasn't responding sexually to anything that Tony had to say, to any of his gentle caresses. Even though he had been toying with her nipples, they had not become erect.

"Why?" Tony demanded, the ire rising in his voice.

"Look, why don't we go for a walk? Let's just leave Peter and your sister alone so they can do what they want to do." Angela opened the back door and slipped outside before Tony could stop her. He followed her quickly, slam­ming the door in his anger. "Just take it easy, Tony. We'll go for a walk and you can cool down!"

"I don't want to cool down," Tony shot back. "I want you."

The words tumbled from Angela's lips before she could stop them. "If you want me, you'll have to take me."

Angela had a shocked expression on her love­ly, innocent-looking face the moment she had said the words. She hadn't planned on saying anything to Tony. The truth just slipped out and now she would have to deal with it.

"That's just fine by me," Tony said, advancing on the trim, young girl. She backed up, not taking her eyes off him. "If I've got to fuck you hard to make you like it, I can dig it."

Angela looked around quickly, wondering if there was some way she could get herself out of this mess. There were a few other cars at the out-of-the-way place that Peter had driven to. The spot was notorious as a make-out place for kids. Angela doubted her pleas for help would be answered. Everyone in the cars was too busy fucking and sucking.

Angela turned and ran, but she didn't run very hard or very far before Tony had an arm around her trim waist. The teenager turned on him, twisting into his arms, pretending to be struggling against the kisses he was trying to place on her lips.

"Stop it, Angela!" Tony hissed angrily. "Stop fighting me!"

Angela's heart was pounding and she could feel the tingling in her cunt that said she was getting hot and horny.

"No, you stop it," she said. Angela had her arms at her sides, pinned tight against Tony's powerful young body by his greater strength. Her tits were pressing against Tony's broad chest. "If you want me," Angela whispered, trying hard to sound defiant but really just let­ting Tony know what she wanted, "you're go­ing to have to take me."

Tony tackled the petite girl to the ground. Angela did not make a sound when his hand pushed her skirt and the fingers pressed her panties tightly against her moist cunt-lips. The pressure against her clit was electrifying.

"You're wet! You love it this way!" Tony captured Angela's mouth with his own, kissing her fiercely, pushing his tongue between her lips. He rubbed the girl's cunt vigorously, sliding his fingers over her smooth panties. "You want me, you want me like this!"

"No," Angela moaned, knowing that she was lying.

When Tony kissed Angela again, she willingly opened her lips to accept his tongue into her mouth. She swirled her tongue against Tony's, her lithe young body squirming in the grass.

Angela's legs were spread apart, one knee raised as Tony's hand worked up and down. He pushed his middle finger hard against the entrance to Angela's cunt, actually inserting her panties partially into her juicy pussy.

"Ahhhhh!" Angela sighed, turning her face away from Tony. Her pussy felt like it was burning up with passion. When Tony's tongue slithered into her ear, Angela's entire body jerked. She needed Tony's cock, but Angela wasn't going to ask for it and she wouldn't just boldly grope between his legs. Angela had a burning hunger for the handsome boy's big prick, but she wanted it thrust at her forcefully. She enjoyed being passive.

"I'm going to take your panties off and fuck you," Tony hissed, his face just inches from Angela's as he spoke.

Angela shook her head. "Don't take them off me . . . rip them off me. Take me, Tony! Take me now!"

Tony went crazy with lust. It seemed impossi­ble to him that this girl who had always seemed so shy and virginal should actually be talking to him this way. He grabbed the waistband of Angela's panties and with a powerful tug ripped them from her curving hips. She let out a little squeal when the fabric bit into her hips before tearing, but Angela kept her legs spread apart, so Tony knew that he was doing to her what she wanted.

Two hard, dry fingers got crammed into Angela's cunt. She arched her back, her arms around Tony's broad shoulders as he finger-fucked her. The fingers drove deep into her cunt, pulled out, then pushed into her again. By the time this happened three times, Tony's fingers were wet with pussy-juice, sliding smoothly in and out of the teenager's hot cunt.

Angela loved every second of action when Tony began taking her clothes off. He ripped off several buttons of her blouse in his haste. The clasp of Angela's bra was ruined when Tony jerked the garment off her body to expose the delectable mounds of her brown-nippled tits.

When Tony had stripped Angela completely naked, even going so far as to take off her shoes and socks, he finally took the time to worry about his own clothing. Opening his slacks, he pushed them down to his knees. His prick, all eight hard inches of it, jutted out from his body like a battering ram.

"Suck my cock!" the boy hissed, his lust soaring higher than ever before.

Angela trembled with desire. Her nipples were hard and erect, tingling madly. The grass against her naked body added an odd, prickling sensa­tion that was uncomfortable, but exciting to her nevertheless. Having sex outside, under the stars, turned Angela on and made her cunt crave pleasure.

The cock that could satisfy all of Angela's desires was pushed at her face. Angela wrapped her arms around Tony's trim hips, rolling onto her back as he straddled her head with his knees. The cock-head, warm and spongy, touched her lips and she let out a low, quivering moan of pleasure when the cock spread her hps and filled her mouth.

Rolling onto Angela, Tony pressed her into the grass. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and spread her legs wide apart to expose her cunt. The pink, wet lips of Angela's pussy caught the moonlight and reflected it. Tony drove his hips down, sinking his prick into Angela's mouth until his prick-tip threatened to drive down her throat, then he crammed his tongue as far into her pussy as he could get it.

The horny teenagers devoured each other. Angela, on her back, sucked lustily on the boy's big prick. She danced her tongue along the shaft and licked Tony's piss-hole, searching for the drops of pre-cum she knew would eventually ooze out. With her head trapped between Tony's knees, Angela couldn't move much. She could not avoid the jaw-gaping thrusts of Tony's rigid, red-hot cock, even if she would have wanted to.

Each time the prick pushed down, forcing her mouth to open wide, the cock-head smashed hard against her tonsils. Sometimes she sput­tered, struggling to keep from choking on the cock, deliriously happy about getting face-fucked while Tony spread her cunt-lips with his tongue.

"Mmmmmm!" Tony moaned, pulling Angela's cunt-lips a little farther apart with his fingers. He dragged his tongue between the teenager's pussy-lips, then sucked her clit between his lips to flick his tongue against the excitable bud.

Angela's cheekbones were even more pronounced now that she was giving the blow-job. Drawing a spine-tingling suction on Tony's cock, she nursed on the meat, salivating freely around the prick that stuffed her mouth to overflowing.

Neither Angela nor Tony heard the sound of approaching footsteps in the grass. They were too into sixty-nining each other into ecstasy to concern themselves with the world around them.

"Would you look at them go at it," Peter said quietly. His pants were open and Peter's enor­mous prick was standing straight out, with Tracy's small hand around the shaft. Peter's prick was still wet with Tracy's saliva as she slowly stroked his cock-meat. "They're like a couple of dogs in heat."

"I think it's beautiful to watch them," Tracy replied. She watched her brother licking Angela's cunt. The memory of how she had tongue-fucked Angela into a powerful orgasm in the girl's bathroom at school came flooding back to her, making the big-titted teenager shiver a little as though she was cold. "It excites me to see other people fucking and sucking. My cunt is all wet."

Tony heard his friend and sister talking. He raised his face from between Angela's trim thighs, looking up at Tracy. Her big, pink­ nippled tits were out in the open; her slacks apparently in the car. One look at Tracy's juicy cunt told Tony that he wanted to fuck his sister as much as he wanted to fuck Angela.

"Get the blanket out of the trunk," Tony said to Tracy. "This fucking scene has just turned into an orgy!"