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Angel_2.txt

Angel In The Woods - Chapter 2

Mf
Cons, Rom, Pett, Oral, Pedo, Piv, 1st, Teen, Inc

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Prologue:

This work of immoral fiction is a collaboration between Shayna Simpson,
NaughtyShayna@gmail.com (http://storiesonline.net/auth/Naughty_Shayna)
and Eliston Gaulfre, 'Rewdius' (https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Rewdius/www). It began
with an online conversation in December of 2008 and was slowly developed
from that short chat into what's being presented for our readers'
pleasure.

It's hoped everyone who reads this tale will offer some form of honest
and candid feedback, positive or negative, so the long hours and
repeated modifications will be worth something. Please take the time to
post even a short comment as each chapter is read so your thoughts can
be used to improve future writing exercises. Without a clear
understanding of your opinions, our future stories can't be improved
upon.

Eli and I both hope you'll enjoy our work.

Shayna

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Chapter 2: In Roy's Bed

...curled up under the huge quilt, looking very kittenish. When she
heard her uncle coming up the steps, her head popped up, her face
exhibiting a wide-eyed expression that might have denoted excitement,
curiosity, or terror.

"Hurry up," she urged. "I'm chilly."

The sight of him lit from behind by the faint glow from the fireplace
created a kind of optical illusion, because he seemed bigger than she
remembered. In the dim light his broad shoulders and barrel chest gave
him the appearance of a true mountain man coming to claim his new
bride. For reasons she didn't understand, the sight of his naked body
caused Angela to shiver from something other than the cold. He had a
bit of a belly, but nothing like her dad, who looked like he had
swallowed a soccer ball. As he shambled across the floor toward the
bed, she giggled "You look like one of the bears from the woods," she
teased. "Are you the big bad bear, ready to eat me?" She didn't
understand the double meaning of her words, and thus was somewhat
mystified by his reply.

In a playful mood and to try to suppress some of the nervousness pouring
through his body Roy made a soft animal growling sound and crept toward
his young prize.

"Rrrrrrrrrr! Only parts of you, Princess -- the tender parts."

He pulled back the covers and quickly slid in next to her. "Gosh, you
smell nice," she said. She also noticed that he didn't have any hair
below his belly, not even as much as she did - and all she had was some
peach fuzz. He looked like her little brother when they used to take
baths together and she wondered if that condition was normal for older
men, but didn't want to ask.

"Come here," he whispered as he rolled onto his back and held his arm
up, welcoming her body into his embrace. "Let me warm you up."

Angela snuggled into the wonderful warmth of Roy's large naked body.
With his arm wrapped around her shoulders, she felt very safe and
secure. Her head was lying on his chest and she felt his heart
pounding. She wondered if it always beat so fast and so hard. She
gently rubbed her hand over his chest, lightly teasing his nipples like
he had done hers earlier. "Does that feel good?"

"Yes, Angel, but probably not as good as when I play with yours. Men
just aren't wired like that but it still feels very sexy for you to
touch me that way. You can do that as much as you want."

She let her hand slide down his body almost as if by accident, pausing
for a moment to tickle his belly button and then resumed its journey
downward. When she finally found his manhood she wasn't surprised to
find that it was already big and hard -- as big as she had imagined it
when she had seen the lump in his pants. It radiated heat like the last
of the logs turning to ash in the fireplace below. She felt it
throbbing with each beat of his heart. "Roy, can I ask you a question?"

He smiled to himself, glad to hear that at least for this weekend, he
wasn't 'Uncle Roy' anymore. Somehow that made him feel a little less
guilty about what he was doing and what he was hoping to do. "Of
course, Precious. What is it?"

"Well, I know that when a man's dic... penis gets hard, it's because
that's how it has to be when a man puts it inside the woman to make
babies, and it seems like when we're together, yours gets that way, like
it is now." She gave his shaft a quick squeeze to illustrate her point.
"So, does that mean you want to make babies with me?"

Roy was filled with a combination of perverse lust and terrible guilt.
It was the twelve year old daughter of a couple who trusted him as a man
of God who was gently holding and manipulating his cock in her small
inexperienced hand. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize by the
nervous manner her fingers and hand moved that she'd never had a mature
male penis in her grasp before.

He gulped, took a shallow breath, built up his courage, and sought the
right words to answer her question. He kissed the top of her head,
nuzzled her a little bit as if to comfort her, and then softly revealed
a part of his desires that he never expected to share with anyone so
young.

"Angel ... you need to know that making love ... having sex ...
trying to make a baby -- with a young woman like you is a real fantasy
for a man my age. For us to be together like this and for you to ask me
that question is one of the most exciting and scary things that I've
ever had to consider."

"Scary? Why scary?"

"Because you're starting to get to that special age where your body
really COULD make a baby. The changes that you're going through right
now are indicative of your becoming a full-fledged woman and that means
that you'll be able to create a life within your body if you let a man
make love with you. I know you understand what I'm saying because
you're not a little girl anymore, but I needed to say that out loud ...
both for you AND for me. I don't know how much you understand about sex
or if you've ever shared a special time alone with a guy so he could
take your ... your innocence away from you, so it might sound as if I'm
trying too hard."

As Roy softly maintained his monologue Angela continued to learn how her
gentle caresses and tender movements could affect his body. Her up and
down manipulations of his penis were having the kind of effect on him
that was sure to overrule any decency his upper head might consider,
because his lower head was stealing every measure of blood and
intelligence within his body.

After Roy's speech ended his hand around her shoulder dropped lower down
her back and slipped over the tender softness of her nubile bum, the
plump curves and wicked split something that he'd seen for years but had
never been bold enough to fondle and caress so openly. Roy had touched
Angela's ass a number of times to be sure, but they were always
dismissed as accidental or couched in terms of a tickle fight on the
floor or loving wrestling match outside in the yard.

Whatever resistance remained within him was slowly ebbing away, like the
clear ooze dripping from the end of his cock and over her small digits.
Yes, Roy wanted to fuck his Angel and make it last for as long as he
could, because he suspected that like that one fondle of her small
boobies two years earlier, this adventure could end all too quickly and
might not be repeated ever again. But there was still that nagging
doubt he had about deflowering a child, his darling "niece" and fantasy
lover, and leave her with the awareness that it was her own cruel
preacher that had talked her into sex so he could make love to her.

The feeling of her small hand on his penis was a perverse paradox, like
silk or satin being drawn across sandpaper or worse a prickly cactus
leaf. Even though he craved her touch, Roy knew the electricity
erupting throughout his body was a clear message that he had crossed
more than one line already. He loved the sensation of her petite
appendage on his maleness, but he couldn't lose awareness of his
responsibilities in her sexual awakening, or even if she was truly ready
for it.

With each up and down stroke she made Angela was losing her timidity and
naivet�, a child becoming aware of her burgeoning womanhood and the man
so eager to welcome her into it loving enough to help her into a larger
and more dangerous world of men.

"To be honest, Angel, it's been a fantasy of mine to make love to you
when you were old enough to understand what that sensation would be
like. I think you are the most beautiful young woman in my life and I
crave you in ways that are going to be hard to describe or understand.
But ... "

"But what?"

"Before we talk about doing something like that, why don't we just lie
here for a while and touch each other softly and slowly so we can learn
about each others' bodies? I've always wanted to place my hands on your
smooth skin and I crave the sensation of your silky warmth. There are
also lots of ways to make each other feel really nice that won't involve
me taking your chehh ... your virginity. There's something that you
accidentally said before that I'd like for you to know about, and my
hunger to provide you with lots of pleasure by doing that will mean more
to me than you'll ever know."

"What did I say?"

"You asked me 'Are you going to eat me?', and I answered 'Only parts of
you, Princess, the tender parts', and to be honest, Angel, yes ... I am
going to!"

"You're gonna EAT me?" she giggled. "That doesn't sound very nice!"

The sound of her voice as it trembled and the way her small hand
suddenly stopped stroking his cock was clear indication that she didn't
have a clue what kind of meal Roy was planning on having as a late night
snack in his bed.

"Yes, Angel ... I'm gonna eat you, but I'm not gonna take a real bite
or anything like that. Men use that phrase to describe giving a woman
pleasure by using their mouths, lips, and tongues to gently touch and
masturbate a woman's ... a woman's pussy."

Saying that last daring word was kind of catharsis for Roy, something as
innocent as a reference to a small kitten sounding horribly perverse in
that context.

"You mean ... my ... "

"Yes, Angel. I want to lick your clitoris and tenderly munch on your
pussy lips until you give me something that I've always wanted from
you."

"You want something from ME? What?"

"An orgasm ... a cum."

He hesitated for a moment and then asked his twelve year old visitor the
most daring question of his life.

"Angel ... when you're comfortable, may I give you as much pleasure as
you can stand with my mouth?" Roy was almost shaking as the last few
syllables rolled off his tongue and traveled to her nubile ear.

What would she say? How would she answer? Had he grown overconfident
and assumed too much too quickly? Was Angela mature enough to politely
decline if she was horrified?

Roy lie there for what seemed like an eternity as Angela's deft
movements slowly increased again. Nervously, her hand began jacking him
off in earnest without her being aware of what she was doing. The
moment she began to speak he clamped his eyes tightly shut and tried to
imagine the best possible answer and the worse potential outcome. "Gee,
I thought we were going canoeing and hiking and ..."

"Don't worry, Sweetie. We'll have enough time for all that. I'm
talking about tomorrow night, after supper, after it gets dark."

She was silent for a moment, stretching Roy's patience almost to the
breaking point. "So... I have to wait until tomorrow? We're not gonna
have anymore fun tonight?"

Roy smiled. "I think we're both kind of tired tonight, after our drive.
What I'm talking about is something that should take a long time if a
guy wants to do it right, and I'm betting it's already past your bedtime
tonight."

"Bedtime!" she snapped. "We're on vacation. I don't have a bedtime."

"Sorry, Angel," Roy soothed as he gently caressed her soft red hair.
"But your eyelids do look like they are getting heavy. However, if you
like, there is something we can do tonight that won't take too long - if
you're up to it."

Angela looked up at her uncle with a big smile on her face. The
prospect of having to go to sleep just when the fun was starting had
seriously disappointed her. "What?"

"Have you ever seen what happens to a man's penis when ... when ..."

"When what? When he goes pee? What're you trying to say?"

"Sorry, Precious. Sometimes I still find it hard to use adult words
with you, even though you're obviously growing up very fast. What I was
trying to say is if you know what happens when a man puts his penis in,
uh ... a woman's vagina and tries to ... make a baby."

"Oh, you mean an orgasm," Angela exclaimed, delighted that she knew the
fancy word for what he was talking about. "I know about those. That's
when the man deposits his semen inside the women and the little wiggly
things try to find an egg to fertilize. We learned all about that in
Health last year."

"Uh, yeah Angel. That's what I'm talking about. Would you like to see
what it looks like when it ... when it comes out of me?" Just asking
her that question had made him almost breathless.

"Gosh, I don't know. Isn't it kind of gross? My friend Amy says so."

"And just how does Amy ... , oh never mind. Sweetie, I guess it can be
kind of gross after all but, it's a very special moment for both people,
especially for the man."

"It can happen even if his...thing isn't inside a woman?"

"Yes, Precious. God was kind enough to wire our bodies so that
everything having to do with sex, whether it's baby making or not, feels
good. That's why it felt so good when I touched and sucked on your
breasts. That way, men and women want to do it as often as they can,
which makes sure there will always be more babies being made ... you
know ... to keep our species alive."

"Huh? You lost me there."

"Don't worry, Angel. I was just letting my mind wander. The important
thing is there's something you can do for me, right now, that will make
me feel wonderful and that will help you understand what happens inside
a man's body."

"What is it?" Angela looked up at him, her outwardly naive and sexy big
blue eyes full of wonder and curiosity.

"Actually, you've already started."

"You mean, playing with your pr.... penis?"

"Yes, Angel. Feeling your warm hand on my penis is nice, but if you
allow me to give you a few instructions, we can turn it into something
amazing."

"Amazing?" Angela sat up in bed, her interest and curiosity now at a
peak. "What do I have to do?"

"First," Roy began, "I think we are both warm enough now that we can do
without this quilt for awhile. Why don't you roll it up and put it at
the foot of the bed, so we can find it later when it gets cold." Roy
turned on a lamp next to the bed, because he really wanted to have a
good view as she followed his instructions.

"Okay," Angela readily agreed, pushing the bulky material down. As she
did so, Roy was treated to a teasing glimpse of her delightfully round
bottom, and the prepubescent crack beneath it. The sight made his cock
twitch even without the aid of her warm hand. She exposed her uncle's
nude body, and turned to him. "Now what?"

His courage growing and his conscience waning, he spread his legs. "Why
don't you sit between my legs, Indian style."

"Like this?" she asked, settling down on her knees between his now
widespread thighs. Roy couldn't take his eyes away from her nubile
charms, her position clearly displaying every feature of her preteen
development. Her small breasts and lightly dusted muff were so sexy and
yet so incredibly daunting, as if he were staring at the pinnacle of
sexual achievement for every man in the world.

"Gosh, I can see all your ... man stuff ... from here, even your
tes-tih ... balls. They're kinda cute."

He had to clear his throat to speak. "Would you like to play with
them?"

"Are you sure? I know that boys are pretty sensitive down there."

"Go ahead, but be careful. You can touch them, even roll them around in
your hands if you'd like to. Treat them like raw eggs, because you
don't want to break them."

"Gosh no," she giggled, "that would be awful." Angela reached out and
ran one fingernail experimentally around the circumference of his
scrotum. "I thought guys were supposed to be like hairy down here."

"I decided to clean myself up so you could see and feel everything
without any hair in the way, Precious."

"Oh," she said quietly, surprised by his answer. She continued her
exploration by gently grasping his wrinkled sac in her hand. "There's
something inside there," she announced. "It feels like a ... like a
ball or something."

"Yes Angel, that's why they call them that. It's where my sperm is
created just before it shoots out of my, uh ... you know ... my
penis." Roy was getting a little more nervous as his impromptu sex
education class and real-time lab project continued.

"It feels full. Is that because you haven't had any sex since Aunt
Sally died?"

"Not really. As long as a man is capable of making babies, his testes
are always that way, before or even after he's ejaculated."

"Ejack... what?"

"That's a fancy word for what happens when a man deposits his sperm
inside a woman ... or something else happens to cause him to, uh, spill
his seed."

"Like what?"

"Like what you're about to do for me. It's called masturbation. When a
woman does it for a man it's called a hand job."

"Oh," Angela said, smiling, "I've heard of those. So, what do I do
now?"

"Wrap your fingers around my penis, like you did before."

Without any hesitation Angela reached forward and encompassed his
erection as if she'd done it a hundred times before. Her small digits
and light touch felt far more exciting and far more immoral than his own
right hand might. Once she'd claimed his cock and gave him a nice
squeeze as if to prove that she was ready he confirmed her deft skill,
"That's right, just like that."

"You can call it a dick," she said, grinning up at him. "I know what
that means. 'Penis' makes you sound like a doctor or something."

"All right, Angel. I just didn't want to sound like a dirty old man."

"Oh," she sighed, "I think we both know better than that."

Angela's enigmatic statement caused Roy to wonder if his "innocent"
friend might be a little more sophisticated than she was letting on.
Maybe he could move her education along at a faster rate than he had
anticipated. "Okay, Angel. Now you can start moving your hand it up
and down my ... dick. But go slowly."

"Like milking a cow?"

"You've milked a cow?"

"Nah, but I've seen people do it in movies and stuff."

Angela was a bit more eager than she should have been, her small hand
gripping Roy's cock fairly firmly and stroking him rougher than might be
considered pleasurable, not at all a surprise for a rookie.

"Uh, Angel?"

"Yes?"

"Not quite so hard. You're acting like you want to pull my pen ...
dick off my body."

"Oops, sorry. Gee, is that why they call it jacking off?" She loosened
her grip slightly, making a circle with her finger and thumb, and began
stroking him again much more slowly. "Is this better?"

"Mmmmmm! Oh yes, Precious. A nice light touch right now is perfect,
kind of priming the pump."

"Huh?"

"Don't worry, Angel. Just let me guide you, okay?"

Angela's impatient hand began to slowly move faster, up and down, not
waiting for his instructions. She watched Roy's face for clues as to
how she was doing. His eyes were closed and he was beginning to breath
faster, which she hoped was a good sign. When she unintentionally
touched the flare of his glans a few times and even included his
cockhead in her movements, Roy flinched and twitched, and yet he never
pushed his eager and willing student's hand away.

"Angel, why don't you spit on it?"

"Huh? That's gross. Are you sure?"

"Trust me Sweetie, it's a good thing."

Feeling more than a little intimidated, the young girl moved her face
closer to his erect manhood. At her closest approach her flame-red hair
brushed slightly against his taut skin. The sight of his preteen
parishioner that close to his cock stirred a wealth of fantasies in his
brain. She let a small amount of drool slide out of her mouth onto the
purple head of his shaft. Roy almost couldn't take the strain of seeing
such a lewd and sexy sight.

"Now rub your hand on it and spread it around. It will make things
easier."

With a doubtful expression on her face, Angela did as he had instructed.
A moment later, with her hand now slipping much easier over his swollen
organ, she smiled. "Oh, now I get it. It's like when Dad puts oil on
the wheels of my skates to make them roll easier."

Roy could have done without the reference to her father at that moment,
but he acknowledged the accuracy of her analogy. "That's right, Angel.
It's all about lubrication. It always makes sex easier. In fact, if
you use a little more saliva, I think you can go back to what you were
doing before, and you won't have to worry about being too rough."

That was all Angela needed to hear. She planted a big wad of spit in
her palm, and rubbed the gooey mess around until the inside of her hand
and all five fingers were shiny and slippery. Then she resumed her
efforts with vigor. Up and down, squeezing and releasing, first
tickling the slot in the head of his cock, then plunging her small hand
all the way down to his bare pubes - she was like a kid with a new toy.

"How am I doing?" she asked, looking up at her very excited uncle.

"Mmmm ... you're ... you're doing, mmmmm ... great, Angel! Just keep
... keep doing that for a ... a little ... damn, that feels so ....."

Under the not-so-tender care of Angela's hands, Roy's body began to
react as Nature had intended.

He wanted to reach out and reciprocate by fondling and masturbating his
"niece", but his mind was already gone and the blood that normally
occupied his larger head was being claimed by his smaller one.

Angela grinned broadly at the sight of her pastor as he lightly jerked
and stuttered to each of her manipulations, her control of the man so
great she might be able to ask for things that would normally be denied
her. She knew other 'bad' girls in school who always got what they
wanted by manipulating a guy in 'a certain way,' so could she do the
same thing?

Roy was battling his own body for control while a barely developed
preteen deftly masturbated him. She was about to experience something
that might either scare or fascinate her for the rest of her life. A
million ideas came and went through his head as his climactic moment was
almost upon him, Roy's penis the only organ of any consequence in his
body and a twelve year old nubile preteen in command of the immediate
outcome the only other person in his world at that moment.

From the depths of his consciousness and with a reserve of strength that
he didn't realize he had, Roy did his best to warn his tender partner.
"Angel ... you're gonna ... see something ... in just ... a few ...
mmmmm ... seconds, Baby!"

The excited young woman kept her movements going at a fevered pace, the
triumph of her own young sexual development nearly upon her. She could
have said something to acknowledge his warning, but was far too absorbed
in the way he quivered and lurched as the moment drew closer.

And then she got something she hadn't expected, the first hot blast of a
milky white liquid painting her tummy and slowly dripping down toward
her nude pudendum. Before she could react to the first sample of Roy's
semen, he offered her a second helping, and then a third, fourth, and
fifth, each successive packet of sticky goo provided with a little less
force until the sixth one barely had enough force to drip down onto her
exposed and nearly hairless pussy.

All that stuff on her body looked both sexy and a little scary, but she
knew Roy wouldn't hurt her, so she felt a measure of acceptance. Even
though she knew his sperm was meant to get a woman ... or girl
pregnant, Angela never showed any sign of fear or disgust at the sight
of her nearly bald vulva slowly being dribbled with a congealing mass of
human male ejaculate.

Once Roy was able to collect his senses, or at least what was left of
them, he let out a low groan and a lungful of air. "Rrrrrrrrrrrrr ...
DAMN, Angel! That really felt wonderful!"

"Honest, Roy? You liked it?"

Roy could have burned the naked child up with his stare, a wide grin
slowly growing until his eyes were squinting and nearly every one of his
teeth were showing. His right hand was shaking as he collected a few
tissues from the lamp table and in a matter of a few seconds he removed
a fair portion of the mess he made on his young niece.

Touching her naked skin was far too tempting, so after he'd done his
best with some dry tissues he leaned forward, kissed his Angel gently,
and then applied light pressure along her shoulder to hint a new
location for her to take. Her body seemed to know what he was after,
even if she didn't really understand what was about to happen. In spite
of her concerns about her uncle wanting to make love ... fuck her, she
wouldn't fight him if that's what he wanted.

But instead of climbing over her and stuffing his still twitching penis
between her thighs, Roy lowered his face to her tummy and began to
lightly kiss her belly, as if he was trying NOT to touch her. It
tickled and she giggled for a moment, but resisted the temptation to
push his face away. He lifted his mouth from her body and then
whispered softly as he tilted his head up.

"Do you trust me, Angel?"

"Uh huh!"

"Lie all the way back and just relax. I promise this will feel
wonderful."

Yielding to his maturity Angela settled down on the bed and
instinctively splayed her thighs slightly in anticipation of what was
about to happen.

"Sssssssss!" The moment she felt Roy's soft lips lightly kiss her
nearly bald vulva she hissed and grabbed his head, but she didn't
prevent him from maintaining his place. That was all Roy needed and
with the experience and maturity of a true teacher and loving man he
began a journey of exploration that both of them craved but neither of
them had imagined could be so exciting.

For what seemed like hours Roy gently kissed, licked, suckled, and then
nibbled on his young playmate's labia majora using only his lips. After
he'd spent enough time enjoying himself he delved along that tight
crease that God defined where her lover should focus his efforts. Just
as he anticipated her hips undulated toward his mouth once he'd found
and claimed her clitoris near the end of his attack. He could have been
cruel and kept her going for a lot longer, but her first cum from his
lips and tongue needed to be a mixture of tumultuous agony, interspersed
with ecstatic rapture, and was going to be something she'd remember for
years.

"Nuuuuhhhh! Ooooooo! Ruh-Ruh-Uncle ROYYYYY!"

As the fullness of her orgasm gripped her slender and muscular body from
within, her hands claimed a fair portion of his hair and attempted to
remove it without the aid of scissors or anesthetic.

"AaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHH, EEEEEEEEEE!!!"

Roy shifted his mouth between the snug grip of her athletic thighs and
pressed his tongue as far along her tight cleft as he could, the unique
flavor of a young maiden's first shared cum painting his mouth as he
sucked it up with the enthusiasm of a starved man. A skilled and deft
middle finger replaced his tongue on her clitoris but rather than roll
it around like he might have with a more experienced partner he just
held it in place and applied light pressure. He'd take her to new
heights again with more forceful endeavors later, but for her first time
with him it needed to be a bit more tender and gentle.

Roy almost broke his neck trying to push his face tightly against her
nude cunny, his tongue lapping and stabbing at her slick vaginal opening
while his longest digit maintained just enough force to coax Angela's
hips to undulate wildly, his efforts marked with a kind of reserved
gentleness that only a man of God might consider. After all, Roy loved
his "niece" far more than just some naked whore he might have picked up
along the side of the road. Angela was more than just an eager young
girl at that moment, but was every passion and desire within his body,
the fire in his soul ignited and barely equaled by the sun.

Angela was so exhausted by the ordeal that she actually fainted from the
titillation. Roy's next task was to clean her up and then hold her
tight to his body while they slept. It felt so erotic to hold her naked
form tight to his, the temptation to slip his cock between her thighs
and take the rest of what he could have, but his respect for his
precious Angel held him back. If she wanted him that way, she'd ask for
it - offering herself willingly.

-(continued)-

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