I rubbed the head of my throbbing pecker against the blue-jeaned but of one of them--no response;unaware young whore. I moved on to her friend in the ...iddle, who was wearing black tights, and whose every little muscular feature was clearly visible through the thin material of her pants. I humped the bitch like a dog for a while. Finally, I moved to their friend with the skirt, but I couldn't get my hand up there for a feel, so I ground her pelvis and buttocks for a few minutes like I had done. After awhile I could support some of my weight on my arms, and now I felt forthe first time the weight on my chest. As I looked down, I noticed tworoundnesses, and it was unmistakably clear, that these were genuinebreasts and that they were mine.Now I tried to move my legs and this went well, too, so that I was soonsitting up. In that motion feelings registered between my legs for thefirst time. But I didn't want to touch this place with my hands yet.After several attempts I succeeded in. "Good," he said. Slowly, he pushed in the butt plug until the sides of base were right up against the top and bottom of my ass. He held it there, applying pressure to make sure it was entirely in and that I knew he was in control. I moaned as I felt the plug reaching as deeply as it could. He wiggled it around then slapped my butt again. "Now go," he demanded. Then, with a foreboding tone added, "And don't make me wait. I have some plans for you." I got up, pulled my panties back up against the. “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.