The Chad Virgil

"Get a load of this loser. Can't get a girl, so he's asking guys out now!"

Virgil ground his teeth as he felt his body involuntarily tense at the sound of Chad's taunting voice. How did that jerk always end up witnessing him at his lowest points?

"Wow, what a fag!" someone else jeered.

Virgil hastily turned back to Adam, but the boy's normally cute face had already contorted in a mix of fear and disgust. Great.

"I... I am so sorry..." Virgil whispered, but it was too late. It was a response enough to see him turn and shove his way out through the crowd that had formed.

As Adam's back disappeared into the crowd, Virgil's despair boiled into anger. Chad had been the bane of his existence since freshman year, but despite being seniors now, all old enough to vote, the hulk of a jock still hadn't matured past making Virgil's life miserable.

His finger nails digging into his palms, Virgil held his silence and did his best to force his way out of the harassing crowd of Chad's cronies. He had learned a while ago that it didn't do him any good to fight back. Not in this arena anyway.

--

"Dude, your sister's hot."

Virgil shot his friend, Todd a dry look as they changed for gym class. Being scrawny had it's uses, but it made gym class unpleasant.

"Seriously though. I saw her on Chaturbate the other day. Best show I've seen from a cam girl."

Virgil's head whipped around. "The fuck? *Chaturbate?*" he hissed, pulling Todd closer so that their voices wouldn't broadcast. "Are you sure it was her, and not just some girl that looks like her?"

"Well, I mean, it's not like she came out and said her real name, she had a cam name ya'know. 'Angel' I think. And well, since her name is 'Angela'..."

Virgil scowled. "I know my sister's not that bright, but even she isn't that dumb. It's probably just a coincidence, so don't go telling everyone."

It was Todd's turn to furrow his brows. "But wouldn't that be a great way to shit on Chad? His precious girlfriend's putting on shows for everyone."

"Yeah... but... I dunno. She may be my step-sister, but she's still my sister. Plus, if she is doing it, it'd be a bad look for me, too," Virgil added uncomfortably.

"Hm... oh, I guess that is true. Well, I can't wait for her next show tonight. You sure you don't want a link?" Todd winked.

"Dude."

--

Virgil arrived at home after school, with a sigh. Today had been a train wreck. He botched asking Adam out, and now practically the whole school thought he was gay. Maybe it would have helped his hopelessly bi ass get closer to a cute girl if there weren't only a couple months left in his high school career.

"Oh good, you're home, Virgy, get sis something to drink. Preferably with alcohol," Angela waved a manicured hand at him from the couch in front of the T.V. She smelled nice, having freshly showered, judging by the towel wrapped around her normally flowing blonde locks. She probably just got back from a workout. Gotta keep that fine figure or else she'd lose the only thing she did have going for her.

"Are you sure you should be drinking this early? Don't you have a date this evening?" Virgil asked.

"Well, duh! I'm drinking *because* I have a date tonight. You don't think I'm with that slab of meat because I like him? Ha! He's alright in bed, but his dad's loaded. Your sis is just trying to look out for the family, see? So get me a beer."

Virgil cocked an eyebrow at the rather dubious claim.

Given the nightmare that was his high school life, he had hoped that he'd be able to restart in college. But family finances weren't looking too hot after his sister wasted a small fortune getting into and then flunking out of a prestigious private school. Even his parents in their desperation had entertained the idea of having her sell her body to recoup their losses, though they quickly discarded that. Virgil however thought the idea had merit, if not in the way his parents had originally conceived it.

"Let me pee first, and then I'll get you your dumb drink." Virgil grumbled, stalking upstairs.

"Whoa, too much information, Virgy."

Virgil rolled his eyes.

Rather than going to the bathroom though, he stopped into his room, tossing his bag on his bed, he pulled a small paper envelope from a secret compartment in on of his desk drawers and brought it back down with him. Cracking open a beer, he emptied a light powder into the can and swished it around so that it dissolved. After that, he passed it to Angela and waited.

His sister knocked back the can carelessly and was out snoring ten minutes later. He carried her to his room carefully and covered her up.

Having little to lose, Virgil took a chance on a travelling salesman that had brought an unusual opportunity to his door a few weeks ago. He didn't know how it worked, but after drugging his sister much like he had today and scanning her body, Mr. Gaviston was able to provide him with a skinsuit in the exact likeness of Angela. Her flowing blonde hair, her perky D cup tits, and bubble butt. Her long smooth legs.

After confirming that his parents would be working through the night, Virgil put on the skinsuit, becoming Angela - filling out her proportions and even taking on her voice. He picked out a cute purple dress from her wardrobe and then checked on the other set up he'd prepared for tonight.

--

"Whew, Angie, babe, dinner was purtty great, but y'know what would be even butter? If we cou get naise an' comfy at your place and y'know, have a good time."

Virgil forced himself to laugh at Chad's attempt at being smooth, the chuckle leaving his lips in the light soprano of his sister's voice. "Alright, *fine!* Just this once, since my parents are out tonight."

Chad blinked. "Wah, rea'lly? Ya always turnt me down before. Always insis...sist we go ta some fancy hotel ta gettion..." Virgil was surprised Chad picked up on the anomaly given how much alcohol he'd made sure the jock had in his system by this point.

"Well, given how drunk you are, I'm not sure I could trust you to make it that far. Here, give me your keys."

They arrived at Virgil's humble suburban home. It was a good home all things considered, but Angela probably thought it too boring or droll to have ever invited Chad back prior to this.

Virgil led Chad to the guest room, an almost painfully plain, bedroom with little more than a simple queen sized bed and an unremarkable dresser. The single adornment on the walls was an amateur recreation of Van Gogh's starry night that Virgil's father had painted himself that looked out perpendicular to the bed and hung just above the dresser.

After dumping Chad on the bed, Virgil piloted Angela's body in front of the painting and gave it an exaggerated wink, accompanied by a mischievous smile.

With that, "Angela" turned back to her boyfriend and began a slow strip tease that involved multiple spins that made sure to show off all angles of her body as she showed off more and more skin.

Down to her lingerie, Angela cat crawled onto the bed, and worked Chad's pants off his legs, the drunk licking his lips while watching as if he could look even half way seductive with his goofy grin. Angela teased her boy toy, gently poking his rock hard member through his boxers for a few moments before sliding the underwear off his person as well. His cock bare, Angela made a show of licking and lathering it up before wrapping her lips and taking it slowly to the base.

"Ah... fuck, babe!" It only took a few passes for Angela to coax Chad to orgasm, but rather than drink it, she let his ejaculate spurt onto her tits. Angela removed her bra, so that she could more easily wrap Chad's cock between her hot, soft mounds, rapidly revitalizing the spent appendage. Once it was hard enough, she removed her panties, stuffing them in Chad's mouth like a gag before lowering her moist slit upon his shaft.

She rode him enthusiastically, her breasts dancing with her hair as she bounced upon the shaft until finally Chad came again. Panting, they remained connected as their climaxes faded. Angela leaned forward, resting her chest upon his and they kissed. When their lips parted, she smiled.

"Want to try something wild?" she asked.

Chad gave a dopey grin. "Hull yea I do..."

Angela's smile deepened. "Turn over and do your best to hold yourself up on your hands and knees while I get ready."

Chad obeyed without question, though he was more than a bit wobbly as he shifted position. Climbing off the bed, Angela put her back to Chad and opened one of the drawers of the dresser where she had stored a number of pre-prepared items just for this occasion. First was a strap-on harness. As she stepped into it and pulled it up her legs, the dark leather slid over her crotch and the bracing ring in the middle outlined a hole in the leather that hovered just over her dripping sex.

With a soft breath, Virgil parted his faux pussy lips with two fingers and moments later, his cock emerged, sliding out into the open through the harness's ring. He took a shiny black condom from the dresser drawer and quickly rolled it over the cock, tucking the sides in behind the leather of the harness. Pumping a generous dose of lube from a bottle in the drawer, she slathered it on.

When Angela turned back to her unassuming boyfriend, she brandished a thick, dripping, shiny black strap-on dildo with a devious smile.

"Shit... babe, that's huge..." Chad mumbled eyeing the phallic shape hazily.

"What? You're not man enough to take a big black cock that's bigger than yours?" she provoked.

Chad huffed. "Babe, I can take anything you got. And it's not bigger than mine."

Angela turned back to the painting with a grin.

Remounting the bed, Angela shimmied up behind Chad's exposed rear. She first slid her toy between Chad's thighs, and pushed it's firm length up against the underside of Chad's own excited dick. Next to each other, it was readily apparent that the black toy was significantly larger, especially when compared from the side. Angela didn't say anything, but she did flash another grin at no one in particular.

Backing out, she stroked the shaft a little more, spreading out the lube before lining up with Chad's ass.

"Chad, baby, you gotta stop being such a tight ass or you'll never be able to please me."

Chad guffawed, but didn't protest further. With a little careful pressure in the right places, Angela finally managed to slide the head of her toy into Chad's ass.

"Ha... How cute, you're tighter than a little virgin girl back here, baby," Angela cooed. "Well, time to pop this cherry!" With that she put her weight behind a hefty thrust, forcing more of her length into Chad's rectum. He squealed, unaccustomed to taking anything in the ass, much less such girth, but Angela held his hips firm as she continued working him.

It was almost cute how each thrust Angela made seemed to rip a new breathy cry from the stocky man baby. She enjoyed that as much as the physical pleasure itself. Eventually, Chad's voice wore out and he was left making little choked groans by the time Angela's dildo finally came.

"Gah.. wha?" Chad gargled sensing the hot juices flooding his ass.

"Relax, baby, just a little added realism," Angela assuaged him, with a shaky, pleasured breath of her own. "Ha..." She finally pulled out, leaving only a ropy white residue that strung from the tip of the dildo like spider's silk.

"Good job, baby. You'll make a good bitch yet," Angela whispered, gently shoving Chad onto his side. An unintelligible mumble was all the response she got as the jock fell asleep.

Angela climbed off the bed and stretched. She stroked her dildo with a smile and winked once more at the painting.

"That's it for tonight's special episode of Angel and her 'heavenly cumming dildo!'"