Dirty Angel

Angel by name, angelic by nature.

I'm not just saying that, she really was. She'd been brought up in a small community and seemed somehow to belong to another time. She was obedient to her parents, helpful about the house, good and kind to friends and neighbours, especially when they were in distress. As far as I knew she behaved exemplarily with regard to her schoolwork, and indulged what leisure time she had in honing various homely skills like needlework and cooking. She was so out of time, that I wouldn't have been surprised if she'd pulled out a harpsichord and treated us to a tune.

I think that was why the idea occurred to me. In fact I know it is. As the marketing director of a food company, I was overseeing the creation of a strategy to launch an entirely new brand of cake, and the plan was to pitch the product in terms of its heavenly taste. I don't think I need to spell this out; you know how these things work.

For it wasn't just her nature that Angel's name was suited to, it was her appearance too. She had very fine, almost translucent features with golden locks that seemed to radiate like the sun. The words that set the whole thing in motion were spoken off the cuff,“If I could only find someone with a face like Angel's.”

There was no thought in my mind of engaging Angel. Quite the contrary, she was only sixteen, and her father was an old friend of mine. Indeed, it was he to whom I spoke my thoughts aloud, without any idea that he might reply, as he did,“Why don't you ask Angel?”

I was astounded. I had always thought of Angel as hardly belonging to this world, let alone the sometimes sordid realm of business, especially marketing. “I wouldn't dream of it, John,” I said, holding back the accompanying thought that Angel was too pure to get involved in my line of business.

“ Why not?” John said. “I know that Angel gives the appearance of being too good for this world, but sooner or later she's going to have to make her own way in life.”

This was no doubt true, but I held back, not quite able to believe it might be that easy. But perhaps it was that easy. For the moment all I required was a face; a face to put on the packaging, and in advertisements. Nevertheless there was, I felt, something not quite right about using the face of the daughter of one of my best friends, especially someone like Angel.

In the event, John broached the subject with Angel himself. To this day I have no idea why he was so keen for his only daughter to become the face of a new kind of cake, but the upshot of it was that Angel, beaming the kind of smile only she could beam, said that of course she would be happy to help if she could. I got the feeling that she would have offered her services for free if I hadn't stated the standard fee.

With girls under 18, parental consent is of course required, but in this instance that was a mere formality. A meeting was held, a few phone calls made, and a photo shoot was arranged. I'd worked with the photographer before, a lad called Mike who was swiftly making a name for himself in the business. He had a cheerful, informal way about him that made people relax in front of the camera, clearly a distinct advantage in his line of work.

And so it was that I picked Angel up one January morning and drove her the thirty miles or so to the studio. As if determined to accentuate her name she was wearing a softly sweeping white dress with white nylons. In the car she chattered sweetly about this and that; names and activities that I hardly recall, though at the time I must have been listening close enough to make something of a conversationalist.

I ushered Angel into the studio, where Mike eyed her the way he does; already trying to work out his angle. I had the feeling that with Angel you would need no angle; she was perfect as herself.

So there wasn't much to the shoot. After all, we were after a face, and Angel's face couldn't have been more suited to the task. Throughout she smiled beatifically, and I just sat stunned, thinking how extraordinarily beautiful she was.

Obviously I was none too subtle about it, for Angel suddenly said, "Why are you looking at me like that, Uncle Gordy?” Uncle Gordy was what she called me, though we weren't related.

I was stumped, but just said, "You look great, Angel. Just what we're looking for.”

Angel gave a funny little smile and said, “Would you like to see more of me?”

She said it so naturally and casually that it was impossible to understand what she meant.

Mike stepped in, responding in the way he thought the question was framed, "Well, I suppose it wouldn't do any harm to take a few full body shots.”

He was looking at me as he spoke. I looked at Angel. She was wearing an expression she sometimes had when she really wanted something. No-one was able to resist that expression, and I couldn't now. I just shrugged, giving Mike a short nod.

“ Just move about natural like,” Mike told Angel, and we'll see how it goes.”

Angel clapped her hands with glee and began prancing about the room as Mike did his best to keep up, snapping away with the camera. I watched, as always feeling astonished at how unearthly Angel seemed in every respect. Too good to be true, was a not unfitting phrase, in all respects.

Did she have boyfriends, I wondered? I didn't imagine she did; not because she wouldn't have had them lining up, but because I knew very well that had I been 16, there is no way I would have dared approach her; she had that kind of aura about her.

I would have wanted her, of course, I thought. Perhaps even had very impure thoughts, despite her angelic demeanour. Then a wave of guilt came over me. Guilt brought about by a slight swelling in my trousers. Perhaps it was time to stop this now.

I looked at Mike and then I looked at Angel. Mike was fully focused on her, but contrary to his usual way of working, he wasn't giving directions. It turned out Angel was a natural, and she was having so much fun I didn't have the heart to stop her. The sight of her enjoying herself so was irresistible; if only I hadn't had such a sordid, instinctive reaction to her movements.

In retrospect, I was surprised that I hadn't picked up on Angel's movements earlier. Slowly but surely she'd made them more provocative, but her general air of innocence counteracted that. It wasn't until she leaned forward over a table and wiggled her behind a little that the full extent of her teasing became clear. Looking back over her shoulder, Angel proceeded to lift the dress, very quickly, suddenly revealing that her nylons were hold-ups.

Finally, Mike seemed to wake up. “I think that might be a bit too racy,” he said, lowering his camera arm.

“ Pleeeeease...” Angel mouthed, flashing him a smile of encouragement.

But Mike was a professional, and he wasn't about to jeopardize his career. “I'm sorry,” he said, laying his camera carefully on the floor. “When you're 18, maybe, but not now.”

I imagined there were plenty of teenage girls who would have gone into a huff at this point. Angel didn't do huffs; instead she just turned around and skipped across to where I was sitting. She disappeared behind me, and suddenly I felt her hands on my shoulders.

“ I thought you wanted to see more of me.” I felt moisture against my ear as she whispered into it, and went hot all over. Her voice had changed, into something I'd never imagined her capable of. I was stunned. I couldn't think and I certainly couldn't speak.

Suddenly Angel was in front of me. I shouldn't look, but I couldn't avoid looking. Her eyes locked hold of mine as she slowly lifted her dress, affording me not just a view of her stocking tops, but of a flimsy piece of fabric that stretched tightly over her pubes, hardly covering them at all. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mike, see how he was staring at Angel's bottom, which I judged to have no covering, only a slim piece of material half hidden between her buttocks.

“ Angel...”, I tried, finding my tongue.

Angel just put her finger to her lips, letting the dress fall back into place. Then she was behind me again, swift as a supernatural being. This time her hands gripped my shoulders harder, her tongue unmistakably brushing my ear lobe.

“ There's something you need to know,” she whispered, but this time loud enough for Mike to hear too. “I know where mummy and daddy keep their naughty magazines and stuff. I borrow stuff whenever I can. I dream about it all the time. Dream about everything I see, everything hardcore.”

I felt like I was hurtling into a dark tunnel, one clearly marked out as forbidden territory and that would swallow me up if I didn't resist. Angel was pushing against me. I felt two soft mounds against the back of my neck, through the dress.

In front of me, on the other side of the room, Mike was staring open mouthed. I harboured no illusions that the odd photo session hadn't ended up giving him a good time. This, however, was one session I could never have imagined that of. Nor could I let it end that way. There were issues of trust at stake, of probity.

“ Pleeeease, Uncle Gordy,” Angel whispered in my ear.

There was a whole lecture bouncing round my head waiting to be delivered, about love and meeting the right person, and how whatever Angel's parents had about the house, that was just what married couples used to spice up their love lives. Instead I heard myself saying: “Er, have you... I mean, have you ever...?”

Angel gave a tinkling laugh, pulling away. I heard her voice behind me: “That's for me to know!” she exclaimed.

I caught Mike's eye, hoping to get him to understand that now was the time to say he had another appointment any minute, anything to stop this madness from proceeding. He just stood there, stupidly, seemingly as unable as I was to do the proper, decent adult thing.

“ Please, Uncle Gordy.” Angel was back up close. Her lips brushed my ear as she spoke. “Nobody needs to know. You don't have to worry. You don't really think I'd tell mummy and daddy, do you?”

That much was easy to believe. Whatever Angel had got into her head, whatever went on in her mind when she was alone, she was clever enough to keep it well hidden. Nevertheless, I asked.

“ What doesn't anyone need to know?” My voice faltered as sweat seemed to flow in rivers all across my body.

Again, Angel gave her tinkling laugh. “Let's just say that whatever happens in this room other than the photo shoot has never happened once we leave.”

She was sounding much more experienced than I imagined she was. Clearly she'd seen way to many films. But she'd spoken loud enough for Mike to hear, and I could see that he was hardly immune to Angel's charms, especially not those she had chosen to display now.

“ Angel,” I said, my voice weak and unsteady. “I'm not sure what you're doing is a good idea.”

“ Uncle Gordy,” Angel cooed, her tongue now very definitely tasting my ear. “Don't be such a spoilsport.”

“ What is it you want?” I asked, feeling even as I said it that the question was slightly stupid.

“ What I want?” Angel said softly, and the pressure on my shoulders disappeared. Angel walked a short distance, coming back into view to position herself on a chair where both Mike and I could see her. “What I want...”, she purred, as a hand slowly pulled her dress up over her thigh. Once again she let us catch a glimpse of the tiny piece of fabric covering her pubes. The tip of her tongue slid over her lips as she looked from one to the other of us. “Angel wants to get dirty,” she said seductively.

My head was swimming. There was a bulge in my trousers that I was embarrassed by, still feeling that I should be behaving like a responsible adult. At least I was seated, and could do something to conceal myself. Mike was standing, and there was nowhere for him to hide. I could see Angel staring at him as she reached up to slide the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Slowly she revealed a plain white bra into which her soft, budding breasts fit snugly. The swell of her nipples was clearly outlined.

Mike and I just stared. I don't know what he was thinking, but I was horribly disturbed by my own inability to stop this, even though I felt it was impossible for it to go any further.

Angel stood back up, letting the dress slide off her, standing before us in just the tight-fitting, underwear, the hold-ups. “What's the matter?” she said. “Don't you want me?”

Mike was looking at me, obviously waiting for me to say something to put a stop to it, or alternatively give the go ahead. Unfortunately my own conflicting desires rendered me incapable of speech. Angel used the silence to move about the room as she had before when Mike was still taking pictures of her, except that this time she suddenly came across to me, leaned in, and pressed one of her soft breasts up against my face.

I felt the swell of her nipple through the bra, up against my lips. Closing my eyes couldn't stop me from hearing her voice. “No one will ever know,” she said softly. “I want it so bad. I can see you both want me. Please, Uncle Gordy.”

Angel often appeared selfless, but her sweet nature encouraged people for the most part to indulge her too. But this was one situation where that just couldn't happen. I was steeling myself to say as much when I felt a hand on my crotch. “Ooooh, Uncle Gorday!” she cooed. “So hard! It's obvious you want me.”

I swallowed hard. Footsteps reached my ears. Mike was moving across the room. I opened my eyes to see his hands land on Angel's shoulders. His intentions weren't entirely clear, but I had no time to work them out, because Angel's fingers were suddenly fiddling with my belt.

“ Angel, what are you doing?” I gasped.

She just giggled, managing to unbuckle me and pull the fly down at the same time. Suddenly her hand was rubbing my erection through my underpants. “Oh, Uncle Gordy!” she sighed. “Will you at least let me see it?”

There was no question of allowing or disallowing her. Events had slipped beyond my control. I just sat there as Angel gripped the hem of my underpants and pulled them down under my balls, revealing my raging erection.

Angel's brilliant blue eyes locked onto my organ. “Oh, Uncle Gordy,” she said softly. “May I kiss your penis?”

She wasn't waiting for an answer, and the moment I felt her lipgloss against my hard cock, I was lost. An ooze of precum emerged, which Angel immediately smeared over the tip of my cock.

Then suddenly she sprinted away, leaning back over the table, wiggling her bottom at us. Looking back over her shoulder she smiled, giving a little giggle. All sane, rational, responsible adult behaviour vanished from my mind as I looked at her. Suddenly I wanted Angel more than I'd ever wanted anyone before in my life.

Still with her back to us, Angel fiddled with her bra. We could both see what was going on. When she turned round to face us, her bra cups were resting underneath her breasts, revealing pale mounds with small, dark protuberances. She smiled, her fingers sliding wantonly over her nipples. My cock began to ache. Much as I wanted Angel, I was still trying to get my head around this sudden transformation.

“ What's the matter with you two?” Angel said. “I'm hot and horny. I'm a dirty Angel. Come and get me!”

Had she borrowed the line from something she'd seen, I wondered? But even as I was thinking this, Mike was taking the plunge, moving towards Angel. “Let's get this right,” he said, a finger grazing Angel's side as he spoke, causing a little twitch from the girl. “Once we're done here, nothing has ever happened, right?”

“ No one will ever know,” Angel confirmed, smiling as Mike's hands began to slide over her body. I watched as his hands wandered over Angel's sides, her stomach, then her breasts.

“ Finally!” Angel exclaimed, lips parted seductively as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. She stood there, letting him feel her, her nipples growing stiffer. Then her hand went to one of his, and she moved it down to her thigh. “Feel me,” she murmured. “I'm ready for everything.”

Mike's hands slid over her thighs, over her buttocks. “Mmmmm!” Angel purred. Then, with what I felt was a hint of impatience, she took Mike's hand and pushed it up between her thighs. “See?” she said. “What did I tell you? Now tell Uncle Gordy how wet I am.”

Mike turned to me. “It's true,” he said, somewhat embarrassed, I felt.

I didn't doubt it. I was just having trouble, still, believing this was really happening.

“ Don't be shy,” Angel said, opening her eyes and staring at me, rather than Mike. “You can say what you like about me. The dirtier the better!”

She was challenging me! I couldn't believe it, and something in me snapped. “So how wet is her cunt?” I asked Mike.

Angel gave a little sigh as Mike said: “Pretty fucking wet.”

Angel was still staring at me, and I fancied she was challenging me to say something much dirtier, that she wanted me to, even.

But having said what I'd said, I became tongue-tied again, and when silence had reigned long enough Angel said: “Why don't you find out for yourself, Uncle Gordy?” She pulled away from Mike, leaning back against the table, parting her legs slightly, and pulling the flimsy material away from her sex. I could see her smooth, lush pubes as she said: “Feel me, Uncle Gordy. Feel how wet I am for yourself.”

I walked across the room on unsteady legs, having buckled my belt loosely, unable to believe I was about to do this, yet unable to stop myself. Mike stepped back to allow me to put my hand up against Angel's sex. “Finally!” she said. I slid my finger in between her labia, discovering that she was indeed “pretty fucking wet”. Angel gave a contented sigh as I bent forward and sucked on the hardened nub of a breast.

As Angel gave off little grunts of satisfaction, Mike took the opportunity to strip naked. A long, curved erection sprang forth while I let my fingers find the fount of Angel's moisture. My own cock was rigid, but my trousers were in the way, and I backed off to divest myself of them. I saw Angel looking from one cock to the other, her eyes brimful of joy, her young body seeming to exude desire.

Even at this late stage, Mike was looking at me as if requiring my approval.

I shrugged. “We've come this far,” I said.

“ Oh Uncle Gordy!” Angel exclaimed. “Say something bad instead!”

The challenge was too much to bear, and I said the first, and rather stupid thing that came into my head: “Suck my cock!”

It was hardly the smoothest move ever, but Angel's eyes widened as she cooed: “Ooooh! Uncle Gordy!” She lowered her body before me, and closed supple fingers round my rigid pole. Her eyes were alight with the thrill of it all as her tongue extended to swirl round my swollen cock head. Then, when her lips finally closed round me, I did indeed feel like I was in heaven.

Mike had grabbed hold of his cock and was wanking slowly as he watched the way Angel's lips moved up and down my shaft. Then, slowly, he moved towards us. Angel got the message, grabbing hold of his cock with her free hand and turning her attention to it. Her tongue worked itself all over Mike's shaft before she finally began sucking on it, continuing to wank me at the same time.

She was really in the swing of things now, her mouth moving swiftly between us. The more she worked our cocks with her mouth and hands, the more eager she seemed to become. I found myself wondering where she could have gained her experience, not quite able to believe that she could have learned these skills just from looking at explicit material. Whatever the truth, Angel was clearly not as innocent as she looked, now sucking on Mike like a seasoned pro.

“ Oh shit that's good,” Mike breathed.

This caused Angel to stop sucking at look up at us, still moving her hands against our cocks: “Do you like your dirty cocksucking Angel?” she breathed.

The contrast between her sweet face and the words coming out of her was phenomenal. I managed somehow to stop my cock from erupting there and then.

“ Oh yeah,” Mike was saying. “You're really something, babe.”

“ What about you, Uncle Gordy?” Angel asked, as if requiring confirmation of her skills.

“ Phenomenal,” I said, hardly knowing what to say.

Angel smiled, and went back down on Mike briefly, her lips glistening as they slid hungrily up and down. Then she looked back up at us. “Doesn't anyone want to fuck me yet?”

Hells bells, the girl had gone from angel to potty mouth in no time at all.

“ If that's what you want,” Mike said, extending a hand to pull her up.

“ I do!” Angel said beaming. “How do you want me?”

“ Just bend over,” Mike said, sort of manoeuvring Angel so that she understood to bend over the table.

I watched, heart racing, cock thumping as Mike positioned himself, his swollen cock head disappeared between the girl's pussy lips, and I could see him moving it up and down in there, presumably trying to work out if Angel was ready for him. “Just do it,” the amazing girl told him. “Fuck me. Hard!”

She gave her arse a little wiggle, and Mike just slid into her. Clearly he was as incapable of withstanding all this as I was. He grabbed at Angel's soft body with his hands, his buttocks moving as he drove his cock into her.

“ Oh!” Angel squealed. Then her moans settled into the rhythm of Mike's thrusts. It was a rhythm that increased incrementally, the table shifting inch by inch as Mike fucked Angel a little harder, then a little harder again.

“ Oh! Oh! Oh!” Angel moaned. Then: “Oh, that feels amazing!” She turned her head to look back over her shoulder at me. Her clear blue eyes were radiating naked lust. “Do you like watching, Uncle Gordy?” she asked, as if the hand clasped round my cock suggested anything else. “Or are you just waiting for your turn to fuck me?”

I didn't know what to say. Mike hammered away in Angel's cunt and she seemed momentarily short of breath. Then she said: “I want you to fuck me too, Uncle Gordy. I want both your cocks. A horny Angel like me needs both your cocks.”

The combination of sweet and dirty was impossible to withstand. Mike seemed to be getting into the spirit of things too, backing up and pulling his cock out of the sweet girl's honey pot. “Go on,” he said, looking at me. “You've got to feel it to believe it. So fucking tight and juicy it's insane.”

His sudden coarseness contrasted sharply with his charming demeanour behind the camera. This seemed to appeal to Angel, however, for she gasped out: “I love it when you say things like that about me! I'm such a dirty Angel. Treat me like one!”

All common sense, all sense of propriety, all decency had abandoned me. I strode up to Angel and let the palm of my hand strike a soft buttock.

“ Oh!” Angel shrieked. “Uncle Gordy!” She didn't sound too put out about it.

“ You're a very naughty girl, Angel,” I said sternly, moving into position.

As I pushed my cock up against the girl's recently fucked hole, she gasped out loud: “I'm a dirty Angel, Uncle Gordy! Treat me like one, use me like one, fuck me looooohhhaaaahhh.”

I drove my cock into her as if I was trying to punish her, but all it did was send her into overdrive: “Oh, Uncle Gordy! Fuck me! Fuck this dirty Angel hard! Give it to me, Uncle Gordy!”

I didn't care about anything any more except the feel of her tight pussy, the compulsion I suddenly felt to fuck this beautiful girl until she couldn't take any more. I drove my cock back and forth in a complete frenzy, hearing the jubilant squishing of her moist innards, spurred on by the wild abandon of her moans. I could feel my cock push to the very depths of her, hear my balls slapping against her, feel the wild compulsion that made me slap her buttocks once more.

Mike was moving round the table, finding his own position. I fucked harder, driven on by the sure knowledge of what he had in mind. But Angel got there first, turning her face to one side and shifting her upper body. Her hand shot out and she grabbed hold of Mike's erection, pulling him towards her. I have no idea how she managed to still look so innocent, wiping his cock all over her face. Mike's member was sticky and glistened from having fucked her, and Angel gleefully smeared the evidence of her arousal all over her own face.

I gave an extra hard push, and Angel's lips parted in an especially lusty moan. Somehow Mike managed to get his cock between her lips. As he began to move in there, a faint humming emerged from the back of Angel's throat. She was purring; purring as two grown men took full advantage of her sweet little holes, her sweet little body. It was all quite beyond belief, and I began to fear I would erupt in her at any moment. The sight of Mike's cock shifting in her mouth was almost too much, even without her tight pussy clenching hold of my own throbbing cock.

“ Mmmm bbblllluuuummmmnnngggh!” Angel exclaimed.

Understanding that she was trying to say something, Mike pulled away.

“ Let me get on my back,” Angel breathed.

This came in the nick of time and offered me some respite as I withdrew. Beaming, Angel rolled over, parting her legs and moving her hand down between her thighs. She looked up at us with big, clear blue fuck-me eyes as she rubbed herself. “Dirty Angel loves your cocks,” she said, her hand working deftly. “Dirty Angel wants you to say dirty things. It would turn Dirty Angel on even more.”

Mike just stared at her, holding his cock. “It's all right,” Angel breathed. “Dirty Angel wants to hear it. Dirty Angel wants you to fill her right up!”

Now Mike looked at me. “You want her cunt or her mouth?” he asked.

Whether it was his words or her own clit massage that caused a sudden gasp from Angel, I don't know. I got the feeling that we could have said anything, and it would have sent young Angel into the stratosphere.

I stepped up in front of her and grabbed hold of her legs, pulling her into position. She stared at me expectantly as I grabbed hold of my cock and swung it against her sex, striking her fingers instead. “You're a very naughty girl, Angel!” I told her.

“ Oh Uncle Gordy!” she exclaimed, removing her hand.

“ A very bad girl,” I said, striking her anew, my hard cock this time really striking her swollen labia.

“ Yes,” she breathed. “I'm a very bad girl!” Then, to my amazement, she moved her hand back and slapped herself between the legs saying: “I'm a bad, dirty Angel!” Then she looked at Mike. “I'm a bad, dirty, cocksucking Angel,” she told him.

That was all it took for Mike to grab her head and pull it towards him. Angel looked frankly delirious as her face was pulled down over his hard cock. “Bad girl!” I chastised, making my cock connect with her pussy again. “You're little better than a common whore, aren't you?”

I had no idea where the words came from, only that Angel looked delighted. “You want me to fuck you?” I went on, steering my cock towards her hole. “You want me to stick my cock up you?”

She managed a nod even as Mike's cock was pushing into her mouth. My cock slid back into her, filling her right up. “Is this what you want?” I panted. “A good fucking? Two cocks inside like you a common whore?”

“ Uuggghhhmmmmm!” Angel exclaimed, with her sweet mouth filled with throbbing meat. Her eyes were gleaming. I saw her trying to look in my direction, but her head was twisted the wrong way. “Uggghhhmmmmm!” she repeated, her fingers working ten to the dozen against her clit. Her already tight pussy tightened a little more, juices slipping out past my cock and down over her loins.

“ I think our Dirty Angel is gearing up for a bit of a climax,” I told Mike. “It must be all that two cock action that's getting to her.”

Angel twisted her head away from Mike's cock. “Oh Uncle Gordy!” she exclaimed. “I love it when you talk dirty.”

An idea came to me. “Get that cock back in your mouth!” I said, withdrawing as I said so.

Angel moved her mouth into position for Mike to push his big shaft back in. I sank to my haunches, feeling the sweet scent of Angel's insane wantonness. I pushed two fingers inside her tight vagina, forcing a third in and feeling Angel's muscles clench hold of them as if trying to break them. I didn't care. With my free hand I moved Angel's hand away so that I could slide my tongue over her sensitive bud.

There was something of a shriek from Angel, then once again her head moved, causing Mike to slide out of her. “Oh!” she cried. “Oh! Uncle Gordy!”

Her cunt was so tight I could barely move my fingers at all, but I could flick my tongue against her clit. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mike hold his cock and slap it against Angel's mouth. “You sound like you're about to cum like a dirty, filthy slut,” he said.

“ Ooooooh! Mmmmmmm!” Angel moaned. “Doooooo that a-a-agaaaaaiiin!” Mike slapped his cock against Angel's face while I used my lips and tongue to the best ot my ability. “Oh! U-uuu-uuu!” Angel tried. “I-i-i-ick meeee.” Then she started squealing.

Her body jerked and jerked on the table as I sucked hard on Angel's clit and Mike continued to slap his cock against her face. Eventually she lay there, panting as we moved back, staring at her. She stared back, her big blue eyes glazed over yet gleaming.

“ I bet you two want to cum all over me now, don't you?” she asked, a little weakly.

Both Mike and myself took this as an invitation, moving towards her and gripping our cocks.

“ No, not like that!” Angel exclaimed, making an effort to rise. “I want to do it properly. I want you to cum all over Dirty Angel's face!”

Like they do in the movies, I thought to myself – a line I recalled from somewhere. Angel was soon down on her knees on the floor. As Mike and I moved towards her she reached out and took a throbbing member in each hand, working them as her eyes flitted from one to the other. “Angel adores your big cocks!” she exclaimed. “Angel wants your cum all over her face!”

She moved her head between our erections, her tongue lashing at the swollen heads. It was impossible to resist for long.

Mike was the first to blow. Grabbing his cock from Angel, he wanked briskly. “Yes!” Angel exclaimed. “Cum on my face! I want your cum so bad! Cum on me!”

Even before the last words were out of her, Mike was grunting loudly. The sight of his sperm landing on Angel's cheek, splashing across the bridge of her nose, landing in a huge dollop at the corner of her mouth, that was all too much for me.

I just about managed to take charge of my own cock and give a few tugs before the white stuff shot out of me. As Mike's cum ran down Angel's right cheek, my own blasted out over her left. The gorgeous girl smiled beatifically as we emptied our balls all over her face. That was one depraved sight for sore eyes.

“ You're so good to me,” she breathed. “That was fantastic! Thank you!”

We murmured our own thanks before Angel disappeared to clean herself off.

Of course as soon as it was all over, qualms began to assert themselves.

“ Well, this was, erm...” Mike said.

“ Yes,” I said. “Erm... unexpected you could say.”

“ Yeah,” Mike agreed. “Not quite sure what happened there, erm...”

“ No... Erm, yes, unexpected, erm...”.

When she reappeared, Angel looked exactly the way she had when she arrived. If I hadn't been a part of it myself, there's no way I'd have known what she'd just been involved in. The drive back to Angel's home was somewhat nervy. I felt bad about fucking my friend's daughter when she'd been entrusted to my care, bad about calling her a common whore, guilty about virtually everything; but Angel beamed away, staring out of the window at the passing landscape.

When I pulled up outside the house, Angel's hand was already on the door handle when I finally said: “Erm, Angel...”

“ Yes, Uncle Gordy,” she said, her bright, blue eyes shining on me.

“ What happened back there...”

“ But nothing happened,” she said. “Mike took a few photos, it was fun. That's it.”

“ All the same...” I tried.

It was then that Angel leaned over, her hand finding its way to my crotch. “Nothing happened,” she whispered. “But if something were to happen, I'd be overjoyed.”