I fucked [M]y [F]riend’s younger sister at his birthday party

I made a post a few years ago about hooking up with my best friend’s little sister. That one was pretty long and sad so I thought I’d share a sort of similar story with a happier ending. This one is also pretty friggin long though so be warned.

A friend of mine from college, Rick, invited a bunch of us to go to his younger sister Angie’s farm for his birthday. He does this every year. I was pretty excited because I had a little crush on Angie, who I’d met when she came to visit Rick at college.

Rick is a few years older than me and Angie is closer to my age. She’s got sort of a country-hipster aesthetic going on: big chunky glasses, lots of tattoos, long legs, and a beautiful big ass. We hit it off the first time we met but at that time she had a long-term boyfriend so nothing happened between us. We just flirted a bunch and I left.

I drove out to the party with another friend, Mike. Mike was married with kids so he used to live vicariously through my sex-life. The whole way there we talked about what might happen. I’d creeped her social media and I wasn’t sure but I suspected she was now single. I thought I had a shot. But I was nervous. What if I’d totally misread the vibe of our first meeting?

We got there and it was pretty clear pretty quickly that I didn’t have anything to worry about. When I saw Angie we immediately started flirting with each other like no time had passed.

“Rick told me you were coming,” she said. “I was excited.”

That sounded like a good thing.

Doug and I set up our tents and headed over to the table for dinner. Dinner was outside and Angie wore a flowery dress that was a step too fancy for the setting.

After dinner there was music and dancing and a fire and everybody got hammered. It was fun.

Around midnight Angie took me aside.

“Do you want to see my barn?”

Yes, I did.

The barn was on the other side of the property, far away from where everybody was partying. Since we were in the country it was pitch black. Nobody could see us sneaking off.

We barely stepped into the barn before we were all over each other. She kissed with a lot of tongue. Now and then she would stop to smile and look up at me then she’d bite her lip and kiss me again. We were probably making out for 10 minutes before either of us spoke.

“You know you’re not sleeping in your tent tonight right?” She said.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

We snuck over to the house in the dark, not even bothering to check in on the party or let anyone know where we were going.

As soon as we got into her room I threw her on the bed and got her pants down, revealing her glistening wet pussy. She was soaked. I slid my tongue up between her lips slowly, gathering up all her juices. I couldn’t believe how tight she was when I slipped a finger in. She held her legs up for me while I went to work.

All the booze made me bold and after awhile I slid down to lick her asshole (my favorite). She let out a loud moan the second my tongue touched it so I stayed down there for awhile, fingering her pussy while I licked her ass. Every time I looked up she was smiling down at me, this mix of desperation, happiness, and surprise on her face while she kept her legs held back like a good girl.

After she came she immediately reached for my belt and ripped my pants off. She looked my cock up and down before she went crazy on it. I’m about average-sized, nothing crazy, so girls who like to deepthroat can usually get it most of it down. Angie clearly took pride in it because she immediately had her nose in my pubic hair before she started fucking her own face on my dick. The whole time she stared up at me, raising an eyebrow now and then, like, “good, huh?”. I still dream about her blowjobs.

Once we started actually having sex things get a bit blurry. I know I started out wearing a condom before she asked me to take it off (stupid, obviously. Don’t do this.). I know her pussy was so tight that my dick kind of popped past her pubic bone, sort of like the barrier you pop through going into someone’s throat. I know we fucked for a long time in a lot of different positions. I know she came a lot and I loved the way she would roll through orgasms with a smile on her face.

For my part, with all the drinking we’d done, I felt like I could keep going all night. And I kind of did? Eventually I had to tap out. I didn’t cum that night. We smoked cigarettes out her bedroom window and fell asleep around 4:00am.

When I woke up I had one of the worst hangovers of my life and my balls were so sore it felt like someone was twisting them. It was brutal. Angie woke up around the same time and had to leave to go to a friend’s wedding shower. We had a quickie before she went but, again, I couldn’t cum.

I spent the day suffering and avoiding eye contact with Rick. Everybody knew what had happened – Angie definitely hadn’t been quiet. It was a bit awkward but we got over it and had a nice day. A group of us went swimming, we went out for brunch, everybody took a nap. I desperately wanted to find some time alone to jerk off and relieve the pain in my balls but it never happened.

We were all drinking around the campfire when Angie got back around 9:00pm. I was taking it much easier than the day before. After saying hi to everybody she grabbed a beer and sat down beside me.

“How are you feeling?” She asked.

I gestured down to my crotch. “Very sore.”

“We’ll take care of that.”

The two of us turned in early an hour or so later and got back to fucking like teenagers.

Just like that morning, I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to cum. I was desperate. She got me on my back and started gently fondling my aching balls. She could feel how swollen they were. Then she kissed them all over before she put my cock in her mouth. She went slow and deep, keeping me in her throat until she’d gag on it, then she’d take it out, covered in spit, and do it again.

She sat down on my spit-soaked cock when she was ready and started grinding into me. She took it slow at first but eventually she was fully squat-fucking me. I remember thinking maybe I’d lost the ability to cum. My balls have never been so sore in my life and the longer we fucked the worse it got. It hurt every time I felt my balls slap against her.

The moment I realized I was going to cum she was lying on her back and I was on my side, sort of like spooning with her on her back I guess. I told her I was about to cum and her eyes lit up and she said “YES FUCKING CUM ALL OVER ME.” For whatever reason I usually cum a lot and it tends to travel pretty far. This was something else. As long as I live I’ll never forget the moment I pulled out and shot the biggest load of my life all over her. It was violent. The first shot hit the bottom of one of her tits and I swear to god the force of it made her skin ripple. The second shot hit her chin. It felt like it would never stop. It was like I could feel the cum being emptied from my balls with each burst.

By the time I finished she was covered from her chin to her pussy in cum. She played with it with her fingers and moaned, “that is sooo fucking hot.” She scooped some into her mouth to taste it and cleaned my dick off with her mouth.

We kept hooking up for about six months after that weekend, before the distance became too much of a hassle. But we still talk now and then, we’re on good terms. I reach out to her sometimes when I’m in town. She’s still some of the best sex I’ve ever had.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xt6oe5/i_fucked_my_friends_younger_sister_at_his