[M/F] November Nastiness. The best experience of my life.

Please bare with me, this is a long story and I wanted to make sure to get every detail right. Even now as I reread it I realise that there are something’s missing but I feel like I’ve got everything in that really really matters. Please enjoy.

I walked in through the front door, as I would any other evening that I was visiting Emma after finishing my day. I shut the door behind me, closing out the cold, windy winter night as I did. Her mother welcomed me and I replied politely, she wasn’t aware that this visit would be different to all the others. I removed my high collared jacket, leaving me in my shirt and bracers as I wandered upstairs to meet with my girlfriend.

As I reached the upper floor of the house (It was 3 floors, first floor master bedroom/kitchen, second living room, third 2 bedrooms and main bathroom), I bumped into her sister, Alex. Man, her beauty always seems to astound me – even more so after recent events. She smiled at me with that beautiful smile, straight teeth, asking me how my day was. She always seemed so…welcoming. She was going out to a party this evening.

“So then Andrew, how do you think I look?”, asked Alex suggestively, smile growing as she did.

I thought for a second, attempting to answer her question without revealing too much of my honest opinion. She was donning a dress, black, and extremely tight. It was sleeveless and had an open back, barely covering lower section of her body. I looked her over quickly, certain she had neither a bra or underwear on. For a second I thought I could see her nipple, pushing hard against her dress in the cold of the house.

“Like you’re planning to have a good evening”, I replied curtly.

Alex giggled. That girly giggle which I’ve never understood. Is it flirtatious? Is it playful? Or is it simply mocking? She was the older sister of my girlfriend, 20 where Emma was only 18 and she one of the most stunning girls I’ve ever seen. “Surely she couldn’t’ have just been trying to get me to compliment her?”. She had green eyes, deep and piercing and somehow she always seemed to be neither tanned nor pale. Somewhere in the middle, an olive tone. Moreover, she was petite. Small waist, but with a perfectly shaped chest and bum. I remember seeing her around the house a few weeks ago, wearing what I believe to have been her volleyball outfit. The one that showed of her perfectly toned body and legs. She passed me, walking downstairs. I pushed the thoughts from my mind, dissipating the growing arousal that was generating in my trousers. I turned to Emma’s room and knocked – entering slowly.

There she was, laying there, on her bed, looking sad, looking…guilty. I approached her but did not sit. She was dressed in her usual evening apparel, a baggy baseball top and skimpy shorts. Both complimenting her voluptuous chest and slightly thicker legs. She was the antithesis of her older sister. Slightly shorter, larger in places, but generally, a good looking girl.

“Why did you do it?” I asked, not angrily, but simply curious.

“I was drunk!”, she sobbed “I didn’t know what I was doing, I drank too much, I wasn’t in control! It’ll never happen again. I promise!”, she started weeping.

(I sat on the bed, thus beginning a sequence of events that to this day I simply cannot fathom as to why that happened to me) We spoke, for many hours, from what I recall maybe 2-3? I paced around her room as we did, soon finding her birthday present to me. A 12 year old of bottle of Ardbeg, single Islay malt, as a 19 year old university student, my favourite whisky. I pour myself some.

The conversation progress further into the evening. “I’ve already ended it”, I thought to myself “this is simply a technicality, a formality to cut things off properly”. Heck, it’s been a month and a half, I thought to myself.

Eventually, Emma approached me from the bed, “I know it’s over” she whispered in my ear. “I know that you don’t want to be with me anymore, but I miss you”, her whispers growing more gentle.

“I want you to take me again”, she exclaims louder this time. It was gone one am now and all in her house was us and her mother who slept two floors below.

She bends over the desk, taking the same position as she had many times in the former months. She looks back at me as she does, and then, with the most desperation I have even seen, she places two hands on the waist band of her shorts and slowly begins to push them down. Suddenly they drop to they ground, revealing her young, tight little pussy. “Fuck. I have missed being inside that”, I thought to myself.

“Andrew, please…”, she calls and she places one her on her large arse, spreading her cheeks for me. “I can’t”, I thought to myself. She cheated on me, but yet here she was, bent over, begging for me. For me! I could feel my cock grow inside my tight trousers as that juicy pussy seemed to almost get itself moist.

Fuck.

I walked over to her, not thinking about anything else, I took two fingers and slowly slid them deep inside her, aweing at how wet she was already. I pulled the fingers out, then proceeded to remove my cock from my trousers.

I placed my hard tip against her, about to push deep inside her, when I suddenly realised it was the wrong decision. I back away, cock out of my trousers and say nothing.

Still dressed in my shirt and bracers.

She looks at me, face turning from one of passion to one of pure anger,

“You’re not a man. You’re barely a boy. You can’t even fuck me when I’m begging for it!” she screams.

She stomps over to me and slaps me, missing my cheek and cracking my nose. I look quickly to her mirror above her desk to find my nose bleeding.

I hurriedly leave the room, passing her sisters bedroom and bounding into the bathroom. I walk in progressing to the main sink. The bathroom was huge, marbled floors, a grand sink and mirror accompanied with a bath that was partially hidden by an extended wall.

Standing at the sink, I started to study the bloodied nose, quickly realising that it wasn’t as bad as firstly thought. Suddenly, I hear the door behind me crash open and slam shut. I turn around to find Alex had stormed in.

“Back from the party already?”, I exclaimed.

She looks at me, expression changing from one of displeasure to one of shock. She looks me up and down…

Fuck, I thought. “My cock is still out and it’s still hard!”, I realised.

Alex said nothing, but simply stood at the door for a second, looking at me, weighing me up. This was the longest second of my life. She was the only one in the family that I had told about Emma cheating on me and she seemed to care.

The bolt on the door clicked shut. (To this day, I swear that that click was the loudest bloody noise I’d ever heard. It was like someone fired a cannon). She walks over to the bath, wearing the same dress as she had when she went out, however, instead of heels, she was now accompanied by a pair of thigh high socks.

“What the fuck is going on?”, I thought to myself. Too stunned to put myself back into my trousers and zip up.

As Alex reached the bath, “Bad people, do bad things, and I come from a bad family”, she said in an undertone. One not of shame, or bitterness, but one simply of ambiguity. Alex then proceeded to bend over the bath, turning the taps on. As she did, the dress she was wearing, seeming suspiciously shorter now, pulls up, revealing her lower bum cheeks, teasing me her pussy. Suddenly my cock is hard. Harder than it has ever been.

Once the bath is running, Alex approaches me, inspecting the blood that had dripped onto my white shirt.

“My my”, she uttered as she circled me like a predator its prey “it looks like things got a little bit bloody”. Her hand grips my cock like a vice. I want to let out a gasp but she points at me “don’t you say a thing”, she demands. She loosens her grip, using a singular finger to trace across my shaft, my tip, hand venturing inside to clasp my balls. “I can’t believe this is happening, I can’t let this happen. Can I?”. My heart starts to pound in my chest, my cock pulsing in her hand, hot like an oven.

Alex doesn’t undress me, or attempt to get me naked. She simply turned around, unclipped her dress, letting the thin silky material drops to the floor in a heartbeat. Leaving her standing there in nothing but her thigh high socks. “Holy shit her arse is amazing as I thought, complete muscle, firm”. (Never have I seen such an amazing arse again).

She backs up against me, grinding against my hard cock. Dancing, almost. She rolled her hips, pushing them against me. Naturally, I placed both of my hands on her waist, feeling her toned body. My hands wander up to breasts, I begin to massage them. Using one finger to run over her nipples. She grabs my other hand and starts to suck on two of my fingers.

As she does, my natural reaction was to use my finger and thumb to pinch down on her nipple, she sucked harder as I did. I began to roll her nipple between my finger as I do. I slide my hand over to her other breast, to do the same thing, only to find she had a nipple piercing.

Alex had always presented her self as the good girl. Do no harm. Completely incorruptible. Clearly, that was because she was the doing the corrupting. The following movements are slightly hazy, partly because of the small amount of whisky I had prior, and partly because I could feel my blood boil in anticipation of the upcoming events. I shoved Alex up against the wall, she placed two hands on it pushing her arse out against me. I get to my knees and without any teasing, I press my tongue on the bottom of her pussy and run it up to her clit, leaving my tongue there as she gasps. I start to swirl my tongue on her clit as I do and she starts to moan. “She tastes amazing”, I thought.

I took two fingers and slowly slide them inside her, she’s tight, but wet and my fingers slide in gently. I start to use the come here motion, curling my fingers inside her deeply. Her thighs begin to shake and suddenly she buckles at the knees, gasping. Quickly, she repositions herself and I push my tongue inside her pussy, moving it about as much as possible.

I stand, spreading her legs slightly as I do.

She looks back at me, her green eyes no longer caring, but instead full of lust, desperation for pleasure. I slide my thick hard cock deep inside her, there was no friction, and she pushed back against me as I do. My hard tip comes into contact with her gspot and she gasps.

Knock. Knock

We both look to the bathroom door.

“Alex, have you seen Andrew anywhere?” Emma called.

“He stormed out when I came back in”, she lied.

We both hear her footsteps pad away from the door, my cock still buried in her older sister.

“Guess you shouldn’t have cheated on him!”, Alex calls pushing back against my cock even harder as she does.

I can’t help it. I begin to pound away at her, slapping my hips against her as she uses her fingers to gently rub her clit. “Fuck she feels so amazing. So tight, so wet”. My cock is now slamming in and out of her as I try to keep up the pleasure following the oral orgasm. As I pull her hair, slapping her arse as I do, the intensity gears up. We both begin to sweat and shake. Alex starts to tense up, legs shaking, quaking in fact.

I don’t know how much longer I can last. Scared I’ll blow my load before she finishes, I pull her out. Turn her around, and pick her up. In that instance she was weightless. She knew what to do, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She leans back and puts me back inside her, then comes close as I begin to kiss her neck “She smells incredible”, I realised.

I start bouncing up and down, a couple of minutes pass as we kiss passionately, her pussy dripping juices down my shaft as we do. She begins to shake in my arms and she lets go of an explosive orgasm she bites into my neck. Hard. I push her up against the wall, still holding her, my endurance waning. Her pussy grips tight on my cock and I can feel her shake and vibrate inside. That’s it. I cum. My hard cock pulsates. Exploding. My thick, hot sticky load filling her deep inside. My orgasm somehow causing hers to last longer.

I put her to the ground. Both sweating. Saying nothing, she gets on her knees and deep throats me, tasting the mix of our cum as she does. She stands up, places her fingers inside herself and sucks on them.

“Hmmm, tastes the same”, she giggles, in that girly way again. Walking over to the bath, cum dripping from her pussy, she removed her socks and climbs in.

“What do I do now?”, I ask, panting slightly.

“You can either, attempt to sneak out and not let Emma see you”, she said flatly

“Or…” she stood up in the bath, body wet and soapy. “You can join me in here, clean up, and then wait until she’s asleep and leave”

(Never before removing myself from my work clothes so quickly) I walk over to the bath, placing my lips around her pierced nipple as I slowly climbed in the bath.

(I left the house later that evening, never told Emma what happened and haven’t spoken to Alex about it since. I’ve had to change the names. This was a 4 months ago and I’ve been burning to share it with you all)

Although this all took place, any feedback on articulation of the event would strongly be appreciated! Thanks all.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3uf137/mf_november_nastiness_the_best_experience_of_my