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Angel_3.txt
Angel In The Woods - Chapter 3
Mf
Cons, Rom, Pett, Oral, Pedo, Piv, 1st, Teen, Inc
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Prologue:
This work of immoral fiction is a collaboration between me and another
writer. 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.
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Chapter 3: Afternoon Delight
Normally Angela would have slept until noon on a Saturday, but the
moment her eyes fluttered open she knew this was a special day. As soon
as she saw sunlight streaming through the high window over Roy's bed,
she sprang out of bed and searched for her clothes. Then she remembered
that clothing hadn't been needed last night, so with far more courage
than ever before in her life she headed downstairs, naked as the day she
was born. Her head was still spinning with the intensity of the
sensations her loving pastor had shown her the previous night, and the
tantalizing aromas arising from the kitchen below called to her empty
stomach even more.
She practically danced down the steps, feeling wonderful and a lot more
grown up than the little girl who had crawled between his sheets the
night before. When she entered the kitchen she saw Roy busily
completing a true country breakfast: pancakes, sausage, scrambled eggs,
and orange juice.
She tiptoed up behind him as he began lifting the sizzling bacon out of
the frying pan. She wrapped her slender arms around her unexpectedly
talented teacher and pressed her head against his back in their first,
somewhat awkward hug of the day.
"Roy, I didn't know you knew how to cook," she exclaimed. "Mmmmmm ...
that smells good!"
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Angel," he replied,
with a huge grin on his face.
She smiled back at him and waiting until his eyes were turned around so
he could see how she was dressed, or quite the opposite. The moment he
saw her Roy threw his arms around Angela's body and gave her a much more
snug embrace than she'd get from her Mom or Dad.
"So, I guess you're gonna follow my suggestion about clothes after all,
huh, Angel?"
"You don't mind if I'm naked?"
"No, Baby. God did all of us, but most of all me, a tremendous favor by
creating such a beautiful piece of work so I could fall in love with
her. The fact that you're just as naked as the day you were born tells
me that you're comfortable enough with me that it isn't as big a deal as
I thought it would be. Thank you, Angel."
"You're welcome. It feels kinda weird, really tingly to be all naked I
front of you. Makes me feel naughty. I wish I could be like this all
the time."
"As long as we're out here, Punkin, you can stay like that as much as
you want to, except when we go hiking. We don't want the bugs eating
you up ... that's for me to do." Roy smiled and knew he was pushing
his young pubescent guest by each of his carefully worded sexual
insinuations, but his angel seemed far more mature than any other girl
he might have been that close to. "Now ... how about if you help me
get the last little bit ready and then we can eat? After that, we're
gonna do whatever you'd like."
"So, what do you want to do first?" Roy asked after they cleaned the
breakfast dishes.
"My choice?" Angela asked.
"Of course, Angel."
"Let's go find some bears," she grinned.
"You're really going to be disappointed if you don't get to see a bear
this weekend, aren't you?"
"Well, I might settle for a cute deer, you know, like Bambi."
Her innocent remark was another painful reminder to the older man of
just how young his guest was and how wrong what had happened last night
might be seen by most of society. He had lain awake most of the night,
arguing with himself about whether his actions were despicable, morally
corrupt, or merely careless and selfish. Shortly before dawn he had
rationalized that his Angel had not been harmed, at least physically,
and in fact her cries of delight had indicated that she had enjoyed the
evenings revelations very much. He had tried to make sure that it was
Angela's curiosity and rapidly emerging sexuality that had driven him to
show her just how much joy and passion existed inside even her small
body. His favorite author, William Shakespeare, had written a very
famous play with a heroine not much older than her, so in a way he was
merely reverting back to the practices of those more innocent times.
"Then let's get going," he told her. "Better wear some jeans, you're
legs might get scratched on some branches." The last thing he wanted
was to have her lovely skin blemished.
After a long morning hike through the forest, with Angela often running
ahead as Roy intently watched her tiny round bottom in her tight jeans,
the sight of his cabin and the lake beyond was both welcome and
troubling. His young partner had almost worn him out and he was looking
forward to lunch and some rest. But he also knew that they only had
another couple of days alone together. There was so much he still
wanted to teach her about sex, but he feared that he might become too
impatient and scare her, no matter how eager she seemed to be to learn.
As soon as the last of the trees were behind them, Angela began taking
off her shoes and socks. Her T-shirt, bra, jeans, and panties soon
created a ragged trail behind her as she ran toward the boat dock.
"Last one in is a rotten egg!"
Roy thought about it for half a second and felt a lewd smile almost
ripping the skin on his face as he followed the breadcrumbs of empty
garments toward the sound of a preteen splashing in the cool water of
the quiet and desolate lake.
"Wheeeeeee!!!"
Roy practically ripped his clothes off and for the first time since he'd
purchased the cabin, his escape from the reality of piety, he ran nude
toward the end of the dock, the squealing and excited young woman
encouraging him into some pretty risky behavior.
"Innnn Cominnnng!"
He hit the water tucked into a tight cannonball and created a sound that
mimicked a huge sea creature doing a belly-flop, a feat he hadn't
attempted in perhaps thirty years. When he at last bobbed to the
surface, he felt fortunate to have survived his impulsive behavior. In
his enthusiasm, he had conveniently forgotten just how cold the lake got
below the surface.
Angela splashed his face as soon as it reappeared. "That was a big
splash, Roy," she laughed. "It felt like I was swimming with that big
whale at Sea World."
"Well thank you very much for that compliment," he joked. "Am I that
fat?"
"Sorry," she said, putting on a mock sad face. "I didn't mean that.
Hey ... you didn't tell me how cold the water was."
"Yeah. I usually only swim here in the summer. Do you mind if we get
out now?"
"Good idea."
Always the gentleman, Roy watched from below and behind as Angela
climbed the wooden ladder on the side of the dock. It did the most
wonderful things to her tight, adolescent ass. He managed to catch
another teasing glimpse of her virgin slit as she scrambled onto the
dock, which made him want to skip all the other outdoor activities he
had planned and just throw her right back into his bed.
He followed her up the ladder, then directed her toward the back porch
of the cabin where he had arranged some towels in anticipation of
needing them that day. As they were drying off, Roy noticed Angela
looking curiously at his shriveled manhood.
"Gosh, what happened? Your penis was a lot bigger last night," she said
with a giggle.
Roy was a little embarrassed by the effect the cold lake water had had
on him, and decided to cover his discomfort with humor. "Bears
hibernate during the winter and cold water makes men's pen ... dicks do
the same thing." He was still having trouble using words like that with
the preteen, especially out in the daylight.
"Glad I'm a girl," she smiled.
"Me too, Angel," he replied, with a smirk he couldn't keep hidden as he
lustfully stared at her naked charms. Angela looked so much more
vibrant and alive since deciding to let her naughty faux uncle see her
body in the bright light of day.
"So what are be gonna do now?" she asked with a coquettish look on her
darling and not-so-innocent face.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm kind of hungry. After we recover
all of our discarded clothes I thought we might eat lunch, take a little
nap, and then we can take the canoe around the lake."
"Mmm, I'm hungry too. But I don't really want to take a nap. Can't we,
ummm ... "
"The nap is for me, Angel 'cause I need to recharge my batteries." Not
just for the canoe ride a little later, he thought, but in anticipation
of the very exciting and potentially dangerous night to come.
They followed the trail of empty clothes, picking up as they went along,
then got dressed. Roy fixed some sandwiches while Angela gathered the
condiments, crunchy goodies, and the sweet liquid to wash it down with.
The meal seemed to re-energize Angela, but a full stomach was the last
straw for Roy -- he had to get some rest and a familiar spot outside was
silently calling to him.
"Sorry, Precious," he told her, "But I really need some sack time. I'm
headed for one of my favorite nap places in the world," he told her,
grabbing a blanket, "under that big elm tree in the back yard. Can you
manage to control your energy for half an hour or so, for your old
uncle?""
"Sure," Angela agreed. "I brought a book. I'll read for awhile and see
if that makes me sleepy. I'll leave you alone."
"Thanks, Angel."
Moments after he placed a tender kiss on her forehead she spun in place
and began to rummage around through her possessions.
"Maybe if I change I'll be more comfortable," she declared as she dug
into the small suitcase.
Roy watched as she pulled out a pair of old soccer shorts, and with no
shame at all quickly stripped off her jeans and pulled on the baggy
athletic gear while her uncle watched. Roy approved of her choice,
because those shorts gave him a much better view of her delightfully
tanned and freckled legs than the jeans had. Even though he had already
seen her totally nude several times that weekend, something about seeing
her dressed but still somewhat exposed was extremely sexy. The fact
that she had decided to go without panties only added to the air of
innocent sexuality she projected.
She looked good enough to eat in every sense of the word. He could
almost taste the tender skin on the inside of her taut athletic thighs
and tried not to rape the child with his eyes as he kept staring hard
enough at her body to burn her flesh. Her plump and round fanny seemed
to scream for his face as if to urge his mouth tightly against her
backside while her cheeks were astride his nose and lips. In her tender
innocence her body seemed to silently inveigle him for hours of pleasure
and her eyes held nothing of her desire back when she finished tugging
the brief garment into place. With a timid but knowing light kiss on
his lips, she spun around and whipped her hair into his face as if to
tease him. Moments later she plopped onto the sofa and opened the Harry
Potter book she was rereading for the third time.
Roy felt himself beginning to become aroused again at the sight of her
stripping herself in front of him and those luscious and carelessly
revealed legs. He almost decided to forgo his nap and ask Angela if she
would share the couch with him for half an hour of gentle lingual
pleasure, but with a sigh he reminded himself that he really did need
some rest. He forced himself to tear his attention away from his
pubescent friend and headed outside in direct opposition to what his
inner soul hungered for.
In just a few minutes he was snoring under his favorite tree, but Angela
was too wired to just lie around. For her, sleeping in the middle of
the day was impossible, especially with so many new and exciting things
around her to experience. Her weekend would be over far too quickly to
just lie about and waste such valuable time.
Like any inquisitive child (which is what she was, of course), she
quickly gave up trying to read or take a nap and began exploring the
rest of Uncle Roy's cabin. There was a jumbled array of used books on a
slightly dusty shelf, a few pieces of rustic furniture strictly for
utilitarian use, and an old-fashioned roll-top desk in one corner which
she hadn't noticed before. As quietly as she could, she raised the top,
not sure what to expect to find hidden within. There wasn't much
visible on the open desktop other than a few short stacks of paper that
looked boring, so the nosy kid decided to check the drawers, hoping that
there might be something much more interesting in one of them.
The first two held nothing of interest to a twelve-year-old, but the
bottom drawer contained a large photo album that she'd never seen
before. A wave of excited anticipation washed through her as she gently
teased it out of its resting place and into her small hands, the overly
curious preteen anxious to see what was contained within, and why Roy
had hidden it. She knew she should have asked first, but her curiosity
was much stronger than her desire to interrupt her resting uncle's nap.
As soon as she opened the front cover she saw a page of actual
photographs. Angela had almost forgotten that cameras took pictures you
could touch and not just see on a computer screen. To her generation,
almost everything was instant and digital. After she peeked out the
window to confirm that Uncle Roy was still asleep she sat on the floor
in front of the desk with the album in her lap and began leafing through
the pages.
To her surprise, most of the pictures seemed to be of her. She hadn't
realized that Roy had had his camera trained on her so much as she was
growing up. There were several of her in a Sunday dress, which appeared
to be focused more on her skinny legs than her face, and a couple pages
of her wearing various bathing suits she had worn when she went swimming
in Roy's pool. One of them, which he had bought her when she was about
eight or nine, was little more than a trio of postage stamps covering a
wealth of innocence and preteen development. She didn't fully
understand what she was looking at, but did begin to understand that Roy
had been interested in her for a long time.
When she finished she tried to put the album back where she had found
it, but it snagged on something. She pulled it back out and peered
deeper into the drawer. She saw a stack of magazines and since her
curiosity was nowhere near sated, she pulled one of them out. Much to
her surprise, the cover featured two naked men and one women doing
things that naked people usually do - some of which she and Roy had been
doing the previous night. She settled back down on the floor to browse
through it.
Her friend Amy had told her about some dirty movies that her older
brother had on his computer, and had promised to let her see them
someday, but this was the first time her inexperienced eyes had been
exposed to real pornography. Her eyes grew wider with each new
revelation; she hadn't known that people could do so many things to each
other. Everyone in the pictures seemed to be smiling and having a good
time, so she decided that such acts, while not the kind of things people
talked about at Thanksgiving dinner, must be a lot of fun. She was so
wrapped up in perusing the pastor's porn collection that she didn't hear
him tiptoe up behind her.
"What-cha looking at, Kitten?"
His voice made her jump, spilling the magazine that had been in her lap
onto the floor. That's when Roy saw that not only was his inquisitive
visitor intently focused on the explicit images, but one of her small
hands had slipped inside her shorts. She quickly pulled it out as her
face again turned almost as red as her hair.
"Oh!" she gasped. "You scared me."
"So, you found my secret," he sighed. "Guess you're kind of surprised
at your ole Uncle Roy, huh?"
"Uh, I dunno. I mean ... I really didn't ... I'm sorry, I shouldn't
have looked through your stuff. I hate it when my parents go in my
room."
"Don't worry about it, Angel. If you had found that stuff yesterday, I
might have been more concerned, but after last night, I don't think we
have any secrets between us. Right?"
"I gu-e-s-s so," she stammered. Her cheeks were still glowing from
embarrassment.
"So, do you have any questions about what you are looking at?"
Angela paused, relieved to find that Roy wasn't mad at her. And she did
have questions. "Why is it that people like to look at pictures of
other people doing things like ... like that," she asked, pointing to
the open magazine lying on the floor. The picture showed a woman bent
over, with one man's cock in her mouth and another man mounting her from
behind. "And doesn't that thing taste bad?"
Roy smiled at her purity and naivet�, a child so clean that putting
something into her mouth that was normally only associated with bathroom
activities might seem strange to her. If the man was lucky he'd have a
chance to prove that other very special peoples' bodies, no matter
where, could be fun and exciting to touch, kiss, lick, and even slip
deep inside her untainted mouth.
"Well, I could ask you why people like to watch movies with a lot of
action scenes in them, like car chases. Doesn't watching something like
that make you excited, even though it's just make believe?"
"Sure," Angela agreed.
"So, people like sex, as you now know," he said, making Angela blush
again. "And looking at other people having sex can be just as exciting
and stimulating as a good action movie, just in a different way. I
noticed that you were rubbing your pussy inside your shorts while you
were looking at the magazine."
That did it - Angela felt like her whole body was turning red now. Her
mother had been telling her for years not to play with herself "down
there". But her curiosity and emerging passion had caused her to ignore
those warnings and over the last few months she had been exploring all
the possible ways she could stimulate herself at night, in the dark and
quiet of her bedroom. But now she had been caught with her hand in her
own cookie jar, and even though it was the randy Reverend Roy who had
caught her, she was mortified. She picked up the reverend's porn, and
put it back in her lap as if covering her embarrassment.
"Do you know why you were doing that?" he asked.
"You mean ... touch ... playing with myself?"
"Yes, Angel, that."
"I ... I'm not sure. I was just looking at the pictures, then I
started to feel funny down there, and I ... "
"That's all right, Sweetie. Don't worry, it's a very natural thing to
do, especially when looking at those kinds of pictures."
"Do you ... you know ... ?"
"Do I play with myself?"
She nodded.
"Of course. That's kind of the idea. What you're looking at is called
pornography. It's supposed to get the viewer excited, and if he or she
is alone, masturbation is a very natural thing to do."
"Have you ever looked at porg ... por ... this stuff, with anyone
else?"
"No, Angel. My wife wouldn't have approved, and you're the only other
female I've had in my life since I was a very young man."
"Would God approve?" she asked.
The direct nature of her question was like having cold water from the
lake thrown into his face. He struggled to find the right words to
answer her. Even though she was sitting on the floor with his porn
still in her lap, he knew she was asking more as a parishioner than a
curious young lady, and how he answered her question was vitally
important.
"Rather than God approving, it's my understanding that God has given
people the opportunity to decide for themselves if looking at
pornographic images is appropriate. In spite of what everyone believes,
God doesn't control or mandate everything so we have to live a boring
and empty life. He's given us just enough information to know right
from wrong, decency from immorality, and good from bad. It's up to us
to decide how to act and how we should live our lives. Does that make
sense?"
"Uh, I guess so."
Angela was already blushing as much as was humanly possible, so she
didn't see the harm in asking her next question. "So, if two people are
looking at pictures like this together, would it still be all right for
them to play with ... masturbate?"
Roy spent a moment offering a short silent prayer to his boss for
sending him such an innocent yet exciting young playmate. "Dear God, in
spite of what her parents and others in my flock may think, I'm not
going to deny what she wants to learn. Thank you for letting me help
teach her what she needs to know." Each time she asked a question it
seemed to open doors of opportunity for him. This one he just couldn't
refuse. The images running through his mind had to be turned into
reality.
"Well, I really don't see why they would need to masturbate, Sweetie. I
mean, that's something you usually do when you're by yourself. I think
I have a better idea. Come with me, and bring the magazine."
Angela followed her instructor and benefactor back to the couch in front
of the now cold fireplace. He sat down and motioned for her to sit next
to him. She still wasn't sure what he had in mind, but had confidence
that it was going to be more fun than taking a nap.
"Sit close to me, Precious," Roy said, putting an arm around her
shoulders. "Now, let's look at this together, starting from the front,
okay?"
Angela nodded, spreading the glossy pages across their conjoined laps.
The first few pages, which she had already looked at, weren't that
interesting. They showed the three people meeting in what looked like a
train station. They talked for awhile, then apparently decided to go to
a hotel room. It was a little hard to tell, because the accompanying
text was in some foreign language.
By the fourth page, things got a little more interesting. One of the
men was kissing and hugging the woman, while the other man took off her
boots. There were several more pictures of the men stripping the rest
of her clothing off.
"Who are those guys?" Angela asked. "Her boyfriends?"
"Well, Punkin', my German isn't that good, but I think she's actually a
prostitute, and they are ... whoops, I forgot. You probably don't even
know what a prostitute is, do you?"
"Well, I think so. Isn't that a woman who has sex for money?"
Roy sighed to himself. Kids today grew up exposed to so much, so early,
how were they ever expected to turn out to be decent, church-going
members of society?
"Yeah, that's right, Angel."
"You know," she went on, "until this weekend, the idea of men even
wanting to pay women to have sex with them seemed so weird, but now I
think I get it, sort of. I mean, sex is fun, it feels good, and if you
don't have a wife or girlfriend ..." Her voice trailed off, as she
realized she was describing her pastor. "But, isn't it against the
law?"
Roy smiled, still marveling at his Angel's ability to comprehend such
adult topics. "Yes, in most places it is illegal, but not others. And
don't ask me why, we really don't have enough time to talk about that
this weekend."
They sat together, silently perusing the next few pages which showed the
threesome, now nude, beginning sex play. When they got to a picture of
the woman kneeling between the men, their cocks in her hands as she
smiled at the camera, Angela said, "Gosh, they sure have big thih ...
dicks. And she sure seems happy about that."
Roy laughed. "Yeah, either that or she is thinking about all the money
she's making."
"Can ... can I ask you something," Angela stammered.
"Of course, Angel. I thought we had decided that this was an
ask-Roy-anything weekend. What's your question?"
"Does looking at these pictures make your ... your dick get big and
hard, like those guys?"
"Well, why don't you find out?" Roy answered. He took her hand and
guided it under the magazine and onto his lap. Angela's hand quickly
found his erection.
"Can I take it out?" she whispered.
Silly question, he wanted to say, but bit his tongue. "Of course,
Sweetie." He unzipped his fly to make it easier for her to find her new
toy. A moment later he almost cried out with pleasure as he felt her
warm hand extracting his stiff pole from its hiding place.
With last night's lesson still fresh in her mind, Angela began stroking
Roy's erection like she had been doing it for years. He turned the
page, displaying the picture that Angela had been looking at when he had
found her. He had seen that image several times before, but this time,
with Angela's warm fingers wrapped around his straining manhood, was
special. As much as he hated stopping his eager young charge, he had
another idea in mind.
"This doesn't seem fair," he said, placing his hand on hers and stopping
her efforts.
"What do you mean?"
"Why should I be the only one having a good time," he smiled.
"I'm having fun, Uncle Roy. Oh ... wait ... you mean ... ?"
"Yes, Precious. Why don't we stop for a second and get naked again.
Then I can take care of you also."
"Okay," she agreed. Without even getting up, she quickly slid her
soccer shorts down, kicking them away with a saucy flick of her foot.
It only took a few seconds more for her T-shirt to join the pile on the
floor.
It took Roy a little longer, but soon they were sitting side-by-side
again, this time bare skin on bare skin. Angela gripped his dick again
right away, as if she were afraid it would get away. She raised her
knees, and propped the magazine on her thighs. That allowed Roy to slip
his hand under her freckled leg and find her surprisingly slick cunny.
He let his finger trace the outline of her childish mound while Angela
continued to tease his purple head with the tips of her fingers.
Neither one of them was paying much attention to the pictures, until
Angela turned the page again. That brought them to the middle of the
stapled publication, a two-page spread devoted to the two men
positioning themselves for a double penetration shot.
"Geez," Angela mused, "what are they gonna do now?"
"Well, Angel ... both men are going to pleasure themselves with that
woman's body at the same time."
"WHAT??? Both of them? In her pussy? Can they DO that?"
"Why don't we turn the page and find out?"
As soon as Roy remembered what was on the next page he feared that his
young playmate might freak out. He watched carefully to gauge her
reaction as she stared at the picture in front of her. It was one of
his personal favorites. One of the woman's legs was lifted toward the
ceiling, her foot as high into the air as it could go while one of the
men began to work his rather impressive cock into her bright pink
closely shaven pussy. The moment the preteen understood what was
happening she reacted not quite as he had expected.
"Wow, his thing is kinda big. It's a lot bigger than y ... "
She stopped, realizing that Roy might not like being compared to a porn
actor. She really had no way of knowing if the man in the picture was
normal, or if the fleshy instrument she was holding in her hands was
more typical, but she did know that boys liked to brag about the size of
their penises, almost as much as how tall or strong they were.
"Don't worry, Kitten," he soothed. "The man in the picture, like a lot
of models in pornography, was chosen partly because of his genital size.
You know how most basketball players are abnormally tall? Well, the
same thing goes for people who pose for these kinds of pictures. The
woman's boobs don't look normal either, do they?"
"No," Angela laughed, "they look like water balloons. I bet she could
never drown. "
"Now you've got it," Roy said.
"Gosh, I wouldn't want something that big stuck in my body," she said,
turning her attention back to the junction between the two models.
"But," Roy began, uncertain if he should even say what was on his mind,
"you wouldn't mind having one more reasonably sized, say like the one
you are holding ... " He stopped, certain that he had stepped over the
line, gone too fast, and that the little bird sitting next to him was
going to fly away.
Angela knew very well that her surrogate uncle had been leading her
toward that destination, but with a wisdom beyond her years she sensed
that he didn't want her to seem to be too eager to comply with his
fantasy. "OH MY GOD!!! You want to ... you think I can ... you would
do that? You want to fu ... fu ... "
"Go ahead and say it, Baby. I want to hear you use the words," he
encouraged.
The combination of her shocked expression, her trembling voice, and her
innocence being ripped away while in Roy's loving care amplified his
excitement a thousand fold. He leaned toward his young student, toyed
with her pubescent vulva with lewd intent, and waited for her response.
The thought of her uttering foul language was an instant turn-on and Roy
was filled with intense lust.
Her hesitation practically killing him, Roy waited, hoping that a gentle
fondle of her nude and slick vulva and a light caress of her aching
clitoris would coerce her into finally becoming aware of something more
than the image before her.
Without any sense of where she was or what was happening to her body
Angela quietly uttered the most provocative words she'd ever said out
loud.
"You want to fuck me, like he's fucking her?"
Between the nervousness and timbre of her pubescent voice and the way
she gripped and tugged on his cock Roy almost had an orgasm. For years
he'd fantasized about his innocent little playmate saying such crude and
nasty things and maybe even touching him intimately. Having heard her
utter the vile and disgusting question as she pulled his dick harder
toward her body seemed to satisfy a hidden desire that had been kept
tightly locked away for years.
"Yes, Sweetie. Does that scare you?"
Again she hesitated before answering, and again Roy's heart leapt into
his throat. At last she said, "I guess not. I can trust you, right?
You would never do anything to hurt me."
"Of course not, Precious. Look at the woman in the picture. By the
look on her face I think she truly likes it ... see? Look at her smile
and the way she's pulling on his butt with her hand locked around his
hip. You can see the way his skin is being distorted by the intensity
of her grip and the way she's urging him to push a lot harder inside her
pussy."
"And you think I would like it too?" she asked in a quiet, childlike
voice. Her back arched slightly at the sensation of Roy's digit teasing
at the precipice of her own vagina. What she didn't realize was the
peculiar effect his digit was having on her demeanor and the way she
enjoyed the feel of a man's fingertip lightly toying with her normally
hidden and protected opening. While her secret adult teacher was
fondling and exploring her she imagined inviting a man to fuck her like
the image of that woman was one of the men. Her only previous sexual
experience had not been nearly as enjoyable as what was depicted before
her.
Roy kept lightly stroking up and down across her slick and eager
orifice, then drew his fingertip around her labia majora to paint some
of her own lubrication from her dripping vagina onto her glabrous lips,
and then returned to his last and most wicked action to date with the
twelve year old.
Each time he urged the tip of his finger against her vaginal opening she
flinched slightly, but instead of feeling fear and pushing him away
Angela gripped his cock tighter and pulled him slightly harder toward
her as she arched her back a bit more. Moving in a very calm and gentle
series of up and down shifts his appendage kept teasing at her body
while at the same time he pushed in with slow and carefully determined
intent. If she reacted as a frightened or timid child he'd stop, but if
she kept pulling him closer and pushing herself against hi s intrusion
he might be able to take her cherry before the hour was out.
Her eyes were half closed and her mouth slightly open by the time Roy
decided to test for her awareness of what he was up to. "Are you okay,
Baby? I'm not hurting you, am I? I'll stop if you want me to, 'cause I
don't want your special weekend to be anything but a wonderful memory
for you for the rest of your life."
"Nuh ... ahhh ... I'm okay. I've just ... never felt like this
before."
"I can stop if you're not comfortable, Baby."
"NO! ... I mean, I'm okay."
"Then ... you'll let me keep touching you ... like this?"
The sensation of his finger slipping slightly further between her thighs
and under her pubescent body stirred a strange wave of passion that
washed through her. It might have felt like she was being hooked up to
a million volts, but her body and her hunger knew of no other fuel than
electricity at that moment.
"Yuh ... yuh ... yeah."
"And, you like looking at the picture of that woman tugging on that man
so he can fuck her deeper?"
"Uh huh ... "
"Then, look at the next picture and just relax your body, Angel. I
promise I won't hurt you or go too fast."
With a trembling free hand Angela turned to the next page. The second
man was holding his cock near the middle and beginning to direct the end
of his dick close to the woman's underside, opposite from his male
friend's position in front.
"Nuuhhhh ... "
It was obvious Angela was experiencing more than she'd expected, because
her body and mind were being stimulated beyond any concept of what she
might have thought about before getting into Roy's car. The man was
ecstatic at the sight of his twelve year old visitor's bewilderment, the
feel of her hand as she squeezed his cock with the strength of a living
vise, and the snug grip of her plump lips as his digit slipped back and
forth a millimeter at a time up and down along her split.
"What, Baby? Tell me what you're thinking."
"He's ... that guy's gonna ... they're ... "
The thought of Angela being so excited that she couldn't speak was such
a perverse turn on for the mature man that he smiled and looked
lustfully at his naughty but gently curious young prize.
"Come on, Angel ... you're not a little girl any more. Right now
you're a woman ... a real woman ... and you can say anything ... do
anything ... think anything that a woman wants to. Remember, Baby ...
we're just two adults in the privacy of our quiet hideout and whatever
we do is nobody's business but ours."
Roy waited a couple of seconds, pressed his mouth against her ear,
brushed his lips back and forth a couple of times, felt the silky smooth
sensation of her auburn hair, kissed her elfin curl, and then whispered
as tenderly and yet as lewdly as he could, "Tell me what you're thinking
about, My Love."
Angela hesitated for a moment as if the image before her was affecting
her speech. The words he had murmured into her ear were like a jailer
opening the door of her sexual prison to grant her a reprieve from a
life sentence of naive timidity and sexual isolation.
"They're BOTH gonna fuck her ... at the same time ... in her pussy?"
As Roy smiled he leaned harder into her side and introduced his thumb to
her clit as he toyed with her slick and eager pussy.
"No, Sugar. The other one is gonna do her ... he's going to have sex
in her, uh ... ass."
"Her ... ass ... ?"
Roy pressed his lips to her ear and again felt the satiny feel of her
crimson hair as he softly allowed wicked words to pass from his mouth to
her mind.
"Turn the page, Kitten. You need to see what they're gonna do next."
Angela couldn't move, either the thought of a man fucking a woman in the
ass too much, or the sensation of Roy's finger at the precipice of her
womanhood stealing all of her thought processes. If she didn't move
soon Roy was going to have to withdraw his lubricated fingertip and turn
the page for her. It was only a second whispered request and a kiss on
her ear that finally stirred her to act. "Come on, Baby. Go ahead and
turn the page if you want to see, but if you're afraid, we can stop."
Before Angela had a chance to respond he offered something that sounded
like an insult, her maturity in question as soon as Roy uttered the
sentence. "Maybe this is too much for you, Angel. Why don't we just
put it away so we can get dressed and go for a canoe ride?"
It was the perfect stimulus, because Angela reached to the top corner of
the next page and with shaking fingers revealed the most lurid and sexy
image she could have ever dreamed possible. Both men were pushing into
the standing woman's nude body with their cocks, while she was doing her
best to reach around her lovers so neither of them would quit too soon.
Every feature of their dicks had disappeared inside her lower orifices.
The expression the woman displayed on her face was closely matched by
her sex partners' and nobody would have argued that all of them were
melded together in sexual bliss.
"They're ... they're ... "
The moment her eyes captured the image her body began to produce a flood
of hormones. Unconsciously, she scooted her butt slightly further
forward, seemingly to invite more of Roy's touch. By now the face of
his thumb was deep enough inside the split of her vulva to feel that
tingling bundle of nerves that had stolen so much of Angela's
consciousness. Rather than push hard and roll it around like some
crazed maniac, Roy tenderly shifted his digit around her nubbin keeping
slight pressure against it but not pushing inward. It was as if he was
rolling a flesh-constrained pea around, his intention to find each and
every square millimeter of sensitive skin and build his young playmate
up to a supreme cum that would invite further 'fun'.
As soon as Roy felt her his pushing harder into his nasty caress he
shifted his middle fingertip down her split and used some of her ample
lubrication to moisten her pursed sphincter. Angela was feeling a
mixture of naive terror, intense passion, youthful exuberance, sexual
fury, and a strong desire to ask for the ultimate in loving unions. Roy
knew far too much about his young friend's needs than she did, and toyed
with her nude pussy like a magician who could stir a rope to rise into
the air without wires, or make someone's lust appear like a queen of
hearts from inside his sleeve.
With three digits softly caressing her Roy reveled in the sensations he
was affording Angela, his thumb lightly rolling her clitoris around, his
index finger teasing at her vagina, and his middle fingertip strumming
her tightly bundled array of pink muscles like a circular harp. He
could almost play whole chords on her asshole with a delicate and
skilled touch, a clockwork-like movement around her tightly sealed butt
a natural symphony that resounded through her body like a crescendo
during the most stirring portion of the musical piece.
Each time his digit made a circuit around her sphincter Angela would
flinch and whimper, her body aware of the pleasant tingles but her mind
incapable of comprehending how something so dirty could feel so nice.
But the image still open before her showed it was possible, because the
woman illustrated an expression of glee and hunger as both men buried
their maleness inside her body.
Roy was relentless in his pursuit of Angela's pleasure, the almost
throbbing of her clit amplified when he rolled it around, wiggled his
index finger just hard enough to give her a nice thrill, and his middle
digit played her ass like an expert maestro. Her thighs were twitching
as if she was sitting on a paint shaker and Roy knew he needed to slow
down or peak her so she could settle down.
"Just relax, Sweetie, and let me take you to a special place. Okay?"
"Yuh ... yuh ... YEAH!"
For almost a minute Angela's body gyrated and bucked around next to
Roy's while his index finger and thumb claimed her clitoris and lightly
tugged on it, and his middle digit tucked under just firmly enough
against her ass to add to her thrill.
As soon as her orgasm peaked she went rigid, maintained a fixed position
with all of her voluntary muscles locked, and then her whole frame
twitched about a half dozen times in slow succession. It was only her
impassioned and painful plea that coaxed Roy to relent and give her a
few minutes peace.
"Ruh ... Ruh ... ROY! Please stop!"
The grip Angela had of Roy's cock might have seemed overly painful were
it not for the amount of blood keeping it as hard as stone. The purple
head of his penis was girdled by her short digits and she was doing
everything she could to pull him as close to her body as she could. Had
it been any other man with his preteen lover she'd have lost her
virginity seconds later.
After Angela's pleasure peaked, she was so tired and her muscles so
useless Roy had to help her up so she could go pee and clean herself up.
Ten minutes later they were both dressed, outside, and about to climb
into one of the two canoes that were available to go paddling in.
Angela remained quiet reflecting on what she'd seen in the magazine, and
what she'd felt while under the influence of Roy's visual and physical
sexual game that had stirred her heart, soul, and body into utter
revolt.
After they climbed in Roy paddled as Angela rode silently in the front
of the canoe. Her demeanor seemed to show that she was bored to death,
but her mind was preoccupied with all the sexual adventures she had
experienced up to that point, and the promise of things to come later.
She never seemed interested in offering any comments on their noiseless
journey around the periphery of the small lake, encompassed by tall
trees and a blue sky that seemed to go on forever. The only thing Roy
knew to do was keep their canoe moving and wait for her to say
something.
After they returned to the dock, Angela seemed to come back to life.
She quickly got rid of the life vest Roy had insisted she wear, and the
rest of her clothes quickly followed. "I want to feel the cool air on
my skin," she giggled her explanation for suddenly turning into a nudist
again. Roy had no objections and felt better about her previously quiet
mood. He truly felt fortunate for her willingness to shuck her clothes
and smiled as he repeatedly stole frequent lewd glances at her sexy and
developing young body.
"You interested in trying some fishing, Angel? I'm not sure how much
time you've spent with something in your hands at a lake like mine, but
since you'd wanted to try a bunch of stuff outdoors I thought I'd ask."
The combination of sexual innuendo and timid innocence of his preteen
guest drew an image in his head of private pleasure.
Her father wasn't really an outdoorsman, and she had never had a chance
to wet a line, but being the adventuresome outdoor type she eagerly
accepted. "Sure, Uncle Roy! That sounds like fun. What do we need?"
"How about if you gathered your clothes and took them inside? Up on the
shelf next to the front door are my rods. Grab something that fits your
hand and come on back out. While you're doing that I'll go dig up some
bait for you."
Roy dug up some worms, and after she returned and accepted one of the
writhing red wigglers he was surprised to see that she wasn't nearly as
intimidated as he imagined. After his Angel got over her initial
disgust with the idea of having to run a hook through a squirmy body,
she was able to bait her own hook like an old timer. Roy felt strangely
proud.
Angela stood on the end of the dock, watching her line intently for any
sign of a wiggle, as Roy had taught her. Roy sat a few feet behind her,
enjoying the view of her naked body, the hint of developing curve of her
small breast intriguing and highly erotic, and the fullness of her pert
ass so tempting to touch and kiss.
In the bright sunlight Roy noticed her soccer tan for the first time.
Even though, like most redheads, she had fair skin, constant exposure to
the Georgia sun had turned the normally uncovered portions of her
anatomy a delightful caramel brown. The rest of her skin, from the
midpoint of her thighs up to her arms, remained a freckle-filled creamy
treat. She looked good enough to eat, in every sense of the word.
Roy had no difficulty in watching everything that Angela did, her
careful attention to the wispy line as it sat unmoving in the water, and
his on every feature of her lithe and taut body. She'd turn her head
every once in awhile to see what he might be looking at, and each time
she did Roy was blushing and smiling. Both of them knew her nudity was
the source of his unbound fascination and lust, but they were also aware
that they could conduct themselves without any fear of being discovered.
Angela looked so good in the light of late afternoon and seemed to feel
so at ease in her natural state that Roy let himself imagine his twelve
year old guest spending lots of time with him just as nude as she was
that day. The longer he watched Angela's relaxed and comfortable
acceptance of her unclothed condition on his dock the easier it might be
to coax her to do it again. He was enjoying the smooth and sexy image
of his preteen guest so much, in fact, that he was ready to let his
secluded hideaway become their own personal nudist colony and considered
asking Angela if she'd be willing to become a premier member.
As the sun began to set in front of her, it seemed to glow around the
outline of her body, and the reverend could almost convince himself that
he saw something like a halo over her head. At the moment, she truly
did look like his own personal angel.
"We better go in, Sweetie," he said, "It's gonna start cooling off fast
now, and I don't want you to get cold."
"But I haven't caught anything," she protested.
"A valuable life lesson," he told her. "Success is often a matter of
timing, and patience. " Roy smiled as he realized that his words
applied to his pursuit of Angela's innocence also. "Since we didn't
catch any fish, I guess we're just gonna have to make hamburgers and
French fries for supper," he sighed.
"Yippee!" she exclaimed. "I love hamburgers."
After supper, Roy started another fire. When it got going good, he
broke out the marshmallows he had brought for just that sort of
auspicious occasion. They spent the next few minutes warming and
consuming the sticky treats and giggling like children when they traded
their hot and oft-times slightly burnt creations. By the time they
finished, both of them had messy white fluff on their fingers and faces.
"Looks like we need a shower," Roy suggested. He hoped she understood
the implication of the words "a shower" but tried to keep his ardor
toned down so she wouldn't become too frightened. He was still
reluctant to push her into something that he wanted more than she did
and wrestled with a subtle series of continuous hints that Angela would
drop right in his lap.
"Get serious," his inner voice told him, "she jerked you off last night,
you returned the favor until she fainted, you masturbated her to orgasm
earlier today, and she's been running around naked all evening. Why
would taking a shower with you be such a daring thing to suggest?"
"You mean together," she asked with a big grin.
Roy's sense of apprehension lifted and he couldn't suppress a smile.
"Would you mind?"
"Sounds like fun. Meet you in there."
She took off toward the bathroom, and while Roy cleaned up the mess in
front of the fireplace, he heard the water start running. He hurried
into the bathroom and after closing the door behind him to keep in the
warmth stripped off his clothes. Angela was in the tub, bent over,
checking the water temperature. The sight of her small round butt
almost in his face, looking almost like a marshmallow itself, tested his
resolve and patience once more. He built up a delightful image in his
mind of himself stepping up behind her and rubbing his cock all over
that smooth, white skin, then allowing himself to dip it down between
her legs to rub tantalizingly along her small slit, as his fingers had
done earlier that day. Her voice broke his reverie.
"Are you gettin' in?"
He looked down and saw that his decadent daydream had brought his
manhood back to a full state of erection. "No surprise there," he
thought. He also noticed that Angela didn't even seem to notice the
state of his arousal. "I guess she's getting used to seeing that," he
mused.
"Sure, Angel. I'll get in behind you."
Rather than shift the plastic curtain completely out of the way Roy left
it halfway closed and intentionally allowed his cock to brush up against
her nude right hip. Angela smiled and shifted ever so slightly closer
to him so she could enhance their temporary contact.
Strangely she remained in her forward tilted posture after he stepped
into the tub, as if the task of determining the comfort level of the
water required such intense focus. To further their connection, in both
physical and emotional ways, he leaned forward slightly, grasped the top
edge of the curtain, and slid it all the way toward the far wall in the
same direction as she was bent forward. That brought the erect fullness
of his cock directly in line with her soft pert ass and allowed the end
of his cock to nestle slightly between her plump cheeks. It was a
defining moment for him, the need to have sex with her growing
logarithmically, and the warmth of her skin driving him forward like a
salmon upstream to spawn.
Despite her inner eagerness, Angela reacted like a timid and innocent
preteen, his 'accidental' contact a bit more than she was ready for.
She might have wanted to feel him very close to her body and even let
him touch her like that, but her fears were still a bit more than her
bravery, so she straightened up and turned the center knob on the wall
to usher forth a gentle hiss of hot water. Her flame red hair
immediately went a deep reddish-brown the moment her head was covered in
water.
With a grin on his face, he looked up and down her naked body as she
combed her short fingers through her hair and allowed the water to wash
over her bare frame. Regardless of her uncertain reaction to his
intentionally provocative but gentle penile contact he leaned forward
again and claimed a shampoo bottle resting on the shower shelf. "Would
you like for me to wash your hair for you, Princess?"
She softly giggled at such a romantic gesture, her mother the only other
person to wash her hair since she was old enough to do the job herself.
"You want to wash my hair?"
"Princess, I'll wash your whole body if you let me. What you may not
know is how special it can be for a man to bathe his favorite sexy
playmate in the whole world. To be honest ... I've wanted to give you
a bath for a long time."
Angela turned around and with water covering her from tip to toes she
smiled at her host. "You've wanted to give me a bath, for real?"
"Yes I have, Sweetie. I know it wasn't right for me to think about you
like that, which is why I tried to keep a respectable distance for so
long. My thoughts were unclean ... even if I wanted to wash your body
with gentleness and love."
Angela stared at Roy for a few seconds and seemed to need to share
something, but her voice never produced any sounds. If she had revealed
her thoughts it would have been easier on him, but nothing sprang forth,
so he decided to ask for permission a second time.
"May I shampoo your hair, Princess?"
In a timid and immature voice she replied, "'kay ."
For the next few seconds she watched in amusement as the grown man
fumbled with the plastic bottle that contained her shampoo, amazed that
he could be so deft with his fingers and tongue earlier, but unable to
find the flip-tab on the top of the bottle. He kept trying to twist the
top off but was unable to accomplish what he set out to do. With a sexy
and incredibly delightful giggle Angela finally couldn't wait any
longer, and claimed her bottle, "Here, Silly. I'll open it for you."
The instant she flipped the rectangular tab on top of the cap Roy felt
more than silly ... he became aware of the lewdness of what he was
doing. In his private retreat away from man, society, decency, and her
past he was standing naked in the shower of his cabin and was about to
give a preteen a bath. His face was flushed and he almost lost whatever
strength he thought he had, only Angela's gentle placement of her bottle
back into his hands the hint he needed to complete the task he
originally set out to take on.
Within a span of thirty seconds her lovely hair was enveloped in a
bright white mass of foam, his hands assumed a very confident demeanor
as he gave her a modified scalp massage, and she slowly teetered back
and forth as if she was about to lose her balance.
"You okay, Precious?"
"Mmmmmm! That feels so good I'm almost too relaxed. I could fall
asleep with you washing my hair."
"Don't get too relaxed, Angel, 'cause I need to finish your hair, apply
some conditioner, and then give you the rest of your shower. Would you
rather do all this yourself? I don't want to distract you so much
you'll fall down."
"NO! ... I mean ... I don't mind you washing me like that. But ... "
"What, Precious?"
Slowly leaning closer to him she almost whispered her question, "Can I
lean against you and hold on so I don't fall?"
The thought of her being that close stirred his cock to twitch, her
proximity affording her the sensation of his erection throbbing against
her tummy. Her age peeked through when she gleefully added, "That feels
strange, but I like your thing touching me like that. It's almost as if
I can make you excited just by being around you."
"You do, Princess. Each time I think about how beautiful you are and
with you this close to me, I can't help but get more and more excited."
In a move similar to the one when they had been looking at the magazine
Angela reached down, claimed his erect penis in her right hand, slowly
shifted her hand back and forth between their bodies, and held the tip
of his glans tight to her belly button. She even directed the end of
his cock into the small indentation of her navel and wiggled his dick
around into the shallow depression.
When she noticed his hands moving less and less she peeked out from
under a mass of shampoo and saw her older playmate standing before her
with his eyes closed, his mouth open slightly, and his brow deeply
furrowed. She knew the effect she was having on him and teased her
pastor and benefactor with a wickedly lewd voice, "Can I make you feel
good again, Roy?"
"Nuuuuhhhhh!!!"
She suppressed a giggle, wiped her soap-covered-forehead, and then
focused her attention on providing her bewildered mature partner
something that she knew was very naughty.
For more than a minute Angela shifted her soap-covered right hand back
and forth in a very convincing display of sexual maturity and pulled the
end of his cock snugly into the temporary location of his pleasure. The
more she tugged him into her navel and jacked him rhythmically the more
excited he got, the deeper his breathing, and the more intently he
fantasized that her hand was the representation of a tender orifice a
little further down.
From a relatively sedate expression of pleasure on his face to a near
pitiful groan was no more than ten seconds, a series of hot blasts into
her belly button just like the ones she'd felt when he sprayed her body
the night before. Angela grinned proudly at the thought of giving her
partner some wonderful pleasure, her memory of his fingers and thumb
inciting her body into revolt earlier in the day on the couch all the
impetus she needed to return the favor. She seemed to really enjoy the
sense of power giving her older playmate such enjoyment afforded her,
and knew she was going to do it again, and often.
Once he could control his movement and his eyes came open again Roy's
whole face burst into a crimson blush that might have bested one of
hers. With his body slightly trembling and his grin wide he tried to
share what couldn't easily be put into words, "My gosh, Precious! That
was truly wonderful, but I was supposed to finish your hair first so I
could give you that kind of pleasure. I guess I took advantage of you
just now, huh?"
She looked up into his eyes. "Did you like it?"
"Oh, Baby! That felt incredibly wonderful. If you're not careful I
might ask you to do that a lot more often, but I need to remember not to
push you too hard. If I can, I might just return the favor with gusto
and make sure you're quivering just as much as I was a minute ago."
"Uh, that's okay. I'm getting' kinda chilly. Maybe we can finish and
climb into your warm bed, okay?"
Her smile hid none of her implied hunger. Angela was far more mature
than her years, while his expression was indicative of a little boy
after his favorite toy had been taken away from him. She then proved
how grown up she could be when she softly caressed his face with her
free hand and whispered, "But, could you wash me first? Your stuff got
my tummy all sticky again."
Roy drew her forward, applied a little conditioner to her hair, and then
began to wash her from her chin to her toes. Once more, he got to
lightly cup, fondle, and then genuinely wash her pussy and ass, but with
a bit less excitement than he'd originally had . Before he realized it
they were drying off, and then she was gently urging him out of the
bathroom so she could pee in private.
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