-----------------------------------------------
Preface:
This document contains contextual information of an adult nature.
Sensitive and/or non-adult individuals should delete this document
immediately.
If you are under 21 or you are an adult who does NOT wish to view
sexually explicit contextual material, YOU MUST LEAVE NOW!
By continuing you are stating that you are an adult and understand that
falsely claiming otherwise is unlawful and may result in your
prosecution. You are hereby warned to conduct yourself according to
your local standards regarding the reading of adult erotic material.
The following is a literary work of adult erotic fiction and is laced
with tremendously immoral and strongly perverse sexual activities
between an adult man and an underage girl. If you are the least
offended by physical contact of a sexual nature between an adult man and
a female teen, then delete this file and be on your way. There will be
no pity taken on, or comments accepted from anyone who does not heed
this warning.
None of the events described herein ever took place nor were influenced
by the descriptions or deeds by any human being. Everything in this
fantasy was the creation of a single person's mind, where nobody was
touched, fondled, coaxed, or coerced into any sexual situation.
Enjoy this wicked reverie at your own risk and do not be surprised if
you find yourself aroused.
Eliston X. 'Eli' Gaulfre
Rewdius@gmail.com
-----------------------------------------------
Angel_6.txt
Angel In The Woods - Chapter 6
Mf
Cons, Rom, Pett, Oral, Pedo, Piv, 1st, Teen, Inc
-----------------------------------------------
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.
---------------------
Chapter 6: Learning More About Men
Angela awoke to the sound of birds chirping in the trees and squirrels
thumping across the roof like a herd of miniature elephants. The cabin
was still in semi-darkness, the sun not quite over the horizon. She
rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but her mind was too busy
processing all that had happened in the last few days. "I'm a woman,"
she told herself. "I don't care if any of my friends know it, or even
notice a difference, but I know it." She was bursting with a newly
awakened confidence, eager to get on with the day, and the rest of her
life.
Sometime during the night they had kicked off their blankets. While Roy
slept beside her, Angela took her first really good look at the man who
had taught her so much. Lying on his back, nude, he seemed older to her
than she had thought before. Maybe it was the slight grey tinge in his
chest hair, or the middle-aged spread of his belly, but for some reason
his appearance made her realize just how forbidden their love, or lust,
was.
His penis lie limp between his thighs, as relaxed and calm as the rest
of his body. She reached over and poked it gently with one finger, like
a child feeling such an object for the first time. It felt soft and
spongy, like a Nerf ball. She put her whole hand over it, expecting it
to quickly engorge like it usually did when she touched it, but it
remained flaccid. She wondered if a man had to be awake to have an
erection, and decided to conduct an experiment.
She began tickling the side of his shaft with her fingernail, with a
slow and light touch. Nothing happened. Then she put her whole hand
over his cock, somewhat surprised that in it's relaxed state it fit
under her palm and extended fingers. She didn't move her hand, just let
it lie there, testing to see if the warmth of her body was enough to
cause her favorite new toy to come to life.
Roy had awakened upon Angela's first touch, but feigned sleep, wanting
to see just what she would do if she thought he was asleep. He thought
she might soon grow tired of his lack of response, and either go back to
sleep or attempt to awake him more forcefully. He loved the way she
acted so innocent and curious, as if all she was doing was caressing a
sleeping puppy or kitten. In spite of what they'd shared and all that
she learned, in this quiet predawn moment, she still appeared to be the
naive little girl that he'd brought to his den of iniquity.
Like Eve, the apple, and the serpent, Angela was now an 'aware' being,
and depending what she did with that knowledge she'd either be more
careful and wise, or careless and ruin her life before it had a chance
to begin. Despite what he'd done to her, the reverend felt a
combination of guilt and shared responsibility to keep her safe and
clearheaded. Yes, she was going to have sex again, possibly even before
she officially became a teen and turned thirteen, but his solemn and
determined counsel in the meantime could mean the difference between her
being a normal, sexually curious young girl and becoming a slut.
His seminary training had not prepared him for the kind of torment he
was being pulled further into; their repeated warnings that life had
enough burdens to offer so each of the initiate had a clear awareness of
what they were getting themselves into. But after many hundreds of
hours of his queries and calm answers by his teachers and mentors, Roy
knew what his responsibilities were and how to handle the added burden
of treating a preteen with love, respect, support, and even a little
fatherly advice when the time came. His mind was so wrapped up in his
religious distractions that he almost forgot that Angela was continuing
her explorations and gentle manipulations.
When body heat didn't seem to be enough, Angela decided to see if some
of the oral skills Roy had taught her might do the job. She got on her
knees next to him and bent over, bringing her face close to his body.
In her excitement the previous night she hadn't noticed the slight odor
coming from his private parts. It wasn't anything repulsive, but did
remind her that he was a real person, not some imaginary character from
one of her dreams. She realized at last that some of what she was
smelling had come from her own body. Roy had been very fastidious about
cleaning both of their bodies after sex, but she seemed to remember that
after their last quiet coupling they had just fallen asleep.
She stuck her tongue out, and carefully touched the part of his dick
that she thought looked like a helmet. There was a taste there,
something else she hadn't noticed during her initiation to fellatio.
Once again it wasn't anything bad, but it was noticeable. "Is some of
that from me," she wondered?
She moved slightly and repeated her tasting exercise on different parts
of his sleeping manhood. The aroma was somewhat like her dad's cologne.
She wondered if Roy had deliberately applied something there for her
benefit. His skin had a slightly sharp taste the triggered something in
her memory. At last it came to her; Roy's dick tasted like the cheese
her grandmother liked to offer her family as a treat when they visited
her. Angela had never really cared for that hard white "treat", but on
Roy it was a lot more appealing. She didn't want to wake him, but
couldn't totally suppress a giggle at what he might say if she told him
that he tasted like something her grandmother served.
In spite of the unexpected flavor she remained curious enough to want
more, so she looked over at his face, saw that he was still asleep, and
returned to her breakfast appetizer. She felt emboldened and dared to
stick the tip of her tongue in the slot on the top of his helmet, where
all that white stuff came out. This time the taste and odor were
stronger, and she realized that his pee came out of that slot also. She
quickly abandoned that aspect of her exploration, and sat back up.
Roy seemed to still be sleeping soundly. Despite her efforts his cock
was still soft and relaxed. Angela considered her experiment almost
over, coming to the erroneous conclusion that a man did indeed have to
be awake to have an erection. Before giving up, she decided to try one
more thing. Bending back down, and trying to forget about God's
practical joke on mankind - making the part of their body that made
babies the same part that they used to go pee, this time she opened her
lips and slid the whole head of his tumescent tool into her warm mouth.
She began moving her head slightly up and down, as he had instructed her
the night before, and did her best to recall all of his teachings in
their shared darkness. She tried to do it gently, hoping to awaken just
that one part of his body, reminding herself often to keep her teeth
away from his sensitive skin.
Roy was finding it harder and harder to maintain his act, the rush of
heat from her lips and tongue doing more than he could ignore. Each of
her new movements seemed more confident and bold. Oh, how he'd love to
gently take her head in his hands and fuck her face like some brainless
whore, but he needed to remind himself that Angela wasn't some stupid
slut that was foolish enough to accept any man's cock into her mouth,
but one of his very special flock and little more than a child. Sure,
she had an intense desire to learn as much as she could about sex in a
safe environment, but his assuming too much might ruin a really good
thing.
With a feeling of accomplishment, Angela at last felt his shaft
beginning to fill with blood, its length and heat seeming to increase
with each breath he took. She took her mouth away, and wrapped her
small fingers and thumb around his cock. She watched closely, in
fascination, as it slowly expanded to the breadth and length she was
used to. The change in it's feel, from spongy-soft to wood-hard, still
amazed her. She smiled with little girl pride at having that kind of
control over his body.
"What are you up to, Angel?" Roy whispered.
She pulled her hand away like a kid caught raiding the cookie jar. "Oh,
hi, you're awake."
"Yes I am, Sweetie, and you haven't answered my question."
"I -- I was just playin' -- kinda bored -- waitin' for you to wake up.
If I woke you up, I'm sorry."
The preacher smiled. "Precious, I can't think of a better way to be
awakened. But now we have a problem."
What's that?"
"Well, as you can see, I'm rather aroused, and if I try walking around
the cabin this way while I made us breakfast, I might bang my most
sensitive part into the stove or something."
"Oh, I see," she grinned, going along with his joke. "So what can we do
about it, Sir?"
"Well, I know of a couple of things that might make the swelling go
down."
Angela felt herself blushing, yet again. It seemed like anytime Roy
teased her, she got embarrassed. The flush of her cheeks only made
Roy's passion grow even more. "Good Lord," he thought, "I might not be
done with this beauty yet."
"Angel," he whispered, "I think you were trying to get me going again
because you know this is the last full day we have left together, and
you wanted to try having sex again. Am I right?"
Actually, that had not been her plan. She still felt a little sore from
the activities of the last two nights, but she didn't want to disappoint
her new lover. "Maybe," she said in a voice as quiet as his had been.
"I didn't think I had it in me," he chuckled, "but it looks like you've
worked your magic on me again, and it looks like it might be possible.
Let me show you a new position, a good one for having sex in the
morning. Is that alright?"
"Sure. What do you want me to do?"
"Lie down next to me, Angel, like we're going to snuggle."
"Oh, I like snuggling." Angela felt Roy roll over and wrap her up in
his big arms, like he did whenever she complained about being cold.
This time, however, she felt his now rock-hard penis pressing between
her thighs. She quickly caught on, and raised her upper leg enough to
allow him to rub the head of his cock against her silky-smooth mons.
"Are you ready," Roy whispered in her ear.
She didn't say anything in reply, letting her actions speak instead.
She reached down between her legs and positioned his hard tool at the
entrance to her most precious part. Roy pushed himself into her, slowly
and carefully, hoping against hope that this tender moment could last
all day.
Angela felt the now familiar tingle in her breasts and around her clit
that accompanied the awakening of her sexual arousal, but this time it
was offset by the soreness still inside her. She tried to hide her
discomfort, but couldn't totally suppress a slight moan as Roy eased his
way further into her tender pussy. At first he assumed the sound she
made was an indication of her enjoyment, but when her hips began
involuntarily pulling away from him, he knew that was not true.
"Are you all right, Angel?"
"Yes -- I think so -- well, maybe not. It kinda hurts, really."
He stopped moving immediately and pulled out, shocked by Angela's
admission. His Angel, his Precious, was in pain, and he was the cause.
He wrapped her in his arms again and felt horrible, not only because he
wouldn't be able to fuck his young partner, but because he had to face
the fact that he was the man who'd had so much sex with her that her
insides were still inflamed. "I'm so sorry, Sweetie. I acted like a
selfish pig. I should have realized that you might be a little tender
after -- after all that we've done. Can you forgive me?
"Oh, Roy," she sighed, "of course I can. I didn't know how sore I was
until you put your thing inside me again. And besides, I was the one
who started it all, remember?"
"Thank you, Precious. You're much more understanding than a lot of
young girls ... and even adult women would be. Why don't you turn over
so I can just hold you tightly."
As she was instructed she rolled over and nestled her soft round little
girl bottom tightly against his body. The throbbing menace that had
imparted a bit more pain than she had hoped for was pressed against the
cleft of her butt. She lifted her leg and used her hand to again guide
it between her warm thighs. She felt it pressing against the softness
of her pussy and let out a sigh, content for the moment with just the
feel of his manhood against her most vulnerable part. In spite of a
dull throbbing inside her vaginal opening couldn't have been more
content.
For a few moments neither of them said anything, as Angela relaxed in
the loving grasp of the regretful reverend. The sun was now beaming
through the high window over the bed, bathing the loving couple in a
warm glow of morning sunlight. Roy began stroking Angela's hair, like
petting a kitten. He thought she had fallen asleep again, but she was
the one to break the silence.
"You still have a problem," she announced.
"What?"
"I can feel your thi -- dick between my legs. It's still all swollen up
and stuff. I'm getting kinda hungry, but I don't want sausage for
breakfast." She giggled at her little joke, and the slight wiggle of
her body against his caused his erection to grow even harder, something
that he had not thought possible.
It was true, just being in contact with her body was still enough to
stimulate the preacher more than he cared to admit, their intimate and
illegal contact so special. In that moment of weakness, holding the
young girl that he had deflowered and loved much more than he should
have, his facade of goodness gave way to the dark Roy lurking inside his
soul.
"Angel," he heard himself say, "there is something else we could try."
He then silently tried to reconcile his lust with an awareness of her
growing maturity that might some day be encouraged by a less mature and
possibly cruel and reckless young teen.
"Dare I ask her to grant me something that only perverts and sodomites
hunger for? Could she genuinely comprehend how much pleasure having
that kind of sexual contact might convey? Lord, I know I shouldn't
force her, but she's done so much for me already, and she's obviously
hungry for more, but how will she take my asking her if I wanted to take
her yet again? I know her vagina is sore from all of our lovemaking,
and You know I'd never intentionally hurt my young lover, but ...
should I ... could I ... "
Roy kept struggling with his conscience for a few seconds and tried to
come to terms with the idea of having anal sex with a preteen. He could
have remained vigilant and kept his sexual curiosity and hunger tightly
contained in his head, but his conscience was again losing control to
his libido, as her pert ass pushed back into his stomach.
Angela didn't answer at first, but was pretty sure what he was talking
about. IT was that one very secret, very dirty sex act that usually
send her and her girl friends into fits of nervous giggling and laughter
anytime they talked about it. Now, her beloved Roy was asking her to
try it, and she wasn't sure what to do. After an agonizing delay, she
finally said, "You mean -- put it in my -- my butt?"
Having already jumped off the bridge, Roy didn't try to stop the
inevitable now. "Yes, Precious, that's what I'm talking about."
Again Angela hesitated before responding. Roy almost took the
opportunity of her silence to tell her that he had just been joking, and
would never really try anything like that with her, but before he could,
she spoke up.
"Well, that woman in the magazine seemed to like it. And to tell the
truth -- " She paused again.
Roy saw her blushing, and suspected she was hiding another secret.
"Yes, Angel, tell the truth about what? Remember, it's not nice to lie
to your pastor." He felt bad about using the guilt card, but not enough
to stop himself. His lust and desire to sample her last forbidden treat
was outweighing all the objections his conscience was throwing at him.
Angela sighed, and began talking, the words tumbling out of her mouth in
one breath. "I -- I've been playing with my butthole -- at night ?
just to see what it feels like, cuz I've heard some of my friends
talking about anal sex. Some of them say it's like gross and
disgusting, but my friend Denise has an older sister who lets her
boyfriend do it there so she doesn't have to worry about getting
pregnant."
When she stopped, Roy felt that there was still more to her story.
Again, he gently prompted her. "Just how do you play with your ?
butthole? Do you use your finger?"
"That's how I started," she admitted, glad that they were still lying
spoon-style, so she didn't have to face him. She was confessing to
things that she had never expected to tell anyone else, not even her
preacher. "My finger didn't hurt or anything, just felt kinda weird, so
then I tried a Sharpie marker, you know, one of the big ones you use to
make posters with."
"Yes, Sweetie. I know what you are talking about."
"I even tried the handle of my hairbrush. That was harder, so I
borrowed my mom's hand lotion to see if that would help."
"That was very creative of you, Angel. Did it work?"
"Uh -- I guess so. I mean, I didn't stick it in very far, but I got it
in far enough that it stayed there when I took my hand away. I laid
like that on my stomach for a few minutes, then I got bored and took it
out."
"What did it feel like. Did it hurt?"
"Not really, but it didn't feel good either, just weird. Is that how
anal sex feels?"
To reconcile his thoughts he attempted to gain strength from his mentor
and very silent supporter. "Dear Lord ... how the heck am I supposed
to answer her? I can't lie, but I can certainly share what I do know."
From some hidden part of the universe he started to answer, without
actually thinking about what he was saying. He was winging it, like he
did his sermons on those occasional Sundays when his holy muse had
failed him.
"Well, Angel ... like any other kind of sex, it's really up to the two
people involved. Sex can be gentle and slow, or a little rough and
exciting, or very adventuresome and a little scary. You're at an age
where most things are probably going to be a little of all three. To be
fair, though, if your lover is careful, tender, and understands that
it's new to you he'll go slow and only do as much as you'd want to try.
If he's someone who truly loves and cares for you, then ... even if it
might hurt a little at first it shouldn't be really bad."
He actually felt pretty good about his impromptu speech and produced a
nervous smile while looking at his nude preteen lover. She then said
something that made him stop breathing for a moment.
"Roy, I want to try it. Can we?"
Once the words bounced around his head for a second or two Roy's heart
was beating like he had just run a one-hundred yard dash. "Slow down,"
he cautioned himself, "take this very slowly." He knew he had to tread
a very fine line. If he appeared to be unsure or inexperienced she
might be reluctant to continue with an inept teacher, but if he came on
too strong that might also frighten her away. "If you feel like you
really want to do it, then yes, we can try. But I have a confession of
my own to make, Baby."
"What's that?"
"I've never done anything like this either."
His confession wasn't entirely true. The good reverend had tried a few
times with his beloved Sally when she was suffering with her monthly
curse, but had been rejected each time. That only served to make the
idea of anal intercourse an even more enticing idea to him, especially
with someone as young and fresh as his Angel.
"But you have to promise me something, Angel. You have to tell me right
away if it hurts or you feel uncomfortable. There's no need to be a
brave little princess now. I've hurt you enough this weekend - I don't
need to hurt you any more."
"Alright, I promise."
"First ... you need to make sure you're all, uhhh ... why don't you
just go downstairs and take care of any business you need to before I
begin. While you're on the potty I'm gonna go get something to make
this easier. Before you come back upstairs make sure you're good and
clean, okay?"
Her blush was ample evidence that she understood very clearly that her
ass was going to be coaxed to do something that she only thought about
while sitting on the commode. She couldn't even look into his eyes
before he tried to rise from the bed.
"You have to go do something," Roy said, "and I have to get something.
See you in a few minutes."
It took him a moment to reluctantly pull his cock from between her
silken thighs. It throbbed and bobbed in complete freedom in front of
his hips he bounded down the stairs much faster than a man his age
should have attempted, because he didn't want to give Angela time to
change her mind. Her comment about using hand lotion as an ad-lib
lubricant during her personal anal explorations had given him an idea.
He raced to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of olive oil sitting on
the counter. "Extra-virgin" the label read. "Not much longer," he
chuckled.
Angela felt more naked walking down the stairs that morning than she had
all weekend, because of the forbidden nature of what she was about to
permit. Before she dared leave the privacy of his bathroom she made
certain she was extra clean with some soapy wipes that were openly
displayed on a wide shelf. It was embarrassing for her to think about
what was about to happen, but she was wise enough to spend the time to
eliminate the possibility of any shame if Roy found something that
shouldn't be there.
When she returned to the loft Roy was already there and holding a
bottle. "What's that for?" Angela asked as she settled back onto the
bed next to her very adventuresome teacher.
"Oh, just something I cooked up to make things go easier."
"Oh," she smiled, "like hand lotion?"
"Yeah, it might get a little messy, but nothing that won't come out in
the laundry." He grabbed the pillows and stacked them in the center of
the bed. "Lie down here, Angel," he instructed.
She immediately assumed a tummy-up position with her ass lifted into the
air the same way he conducted her pelvic exam, "Like this?"
"No, Sweetie, on your belly, with the pillows under your hips."
Angela turned over, nestled her naked hips over the small mountain of
pillows, re-centered her tender mound close to the edge nearest to him,
and then looked over her shoulder to see if she'd done a good job.
"That's it." Roy declared. "Perfect!"
It only took a light touch of his fingers against the inside of her
thighs for Angela to get the hint. She spread her legs slightly, enough
to allow Roy to kneel between them.
Perfect was right! In that position her ass stuck up just right and he
had a clear shot of her normally hidden parts, from the cleft of her ass
all the way to her aching clitty. The curvature of her pert, white butt
was too hard to resist. He leaned forward, planted a gentle kiss on
each naked cheek, centered his mouth with her plump globes astride his
nose, kissed her slightly damp vulva, and even gave her starfish a
naughty lick.
"Oooooo ... that tickles," Angela said, her body responding with a
quick shiver.
"Sorry, Angel, I just couldn't help but give praise to such a perfect
little bum and gorgeous pussy. God has done one fine job on you,
Precious. DAMN, you're gorgeous!"
Holding the plastic bottle over a dish, he carefully dribbled some of
the olive oil into the little dimples just above the delightful
curvature of her luscious behind, and began spreading it around.
"What are you doing?" Angela asked, turning her head in attempt to see
for herself.
"I'm just greasing the buns before baking them," he laughed.
"Huh?"
"Don't worry, Sweetie. I was just making a very bad joke. Doesn't this
feel good?"
Angela had to admit that the sensation of Roy's large, slick hands
massaging her behind was kind of fun. "Uh-huh," she replied quietly.
Roy spent a few more seconds making his Angel's bum shine like a bald
man's head before moving on to the more important task at hand -
preparing her anus for his entry. He applied a generous coating onto
the end of his cock, and made sure his forefinger was also well coated.
He gave another quick prayer of thanks that he had been careful to trim
his nails before leaving on the trip. Then he began teasing her tight
orifice with a light, circular motion, much as he had the day they had
shared his porn collection. On one of his circles around her puckered
flesh, he let the tip of his finger press into the almost nonexistent
opening at the center of his exploration, almost as if by accident. It
slipped in, just to the first knuckle, easier than he had expected. He
paused, waiting for her response.
"That tickles," she giggled.
"I hope you'll still be saying that in a few minutes," he thought.
Her hips moved slightly, not away from his intrusion, but pushing back
toward his hand as if welcoming his probing. His confidence grew as he
watched her body for any adverse reaction while he pushed a little
further into her mysterious and forbidden opening. When the young girl
still didn't complain, he began moving his finger in and out, slowly and
carefully. Each time he withdrew, her tight sphincter gripped his flesh
as if reluctant to give it up.
"Are you okay, Angel?"
"Uh-huh, so far. Are you gonna put your thing in me now?"
The fact that she had reverted to calling it his "thing" was not lost on
the reverend, and only served to remind him once again that the body he
was about to enter in the most forbidden way belonged to a person who
was barely more than a child. For a second his rational being almost
regained control, but the lust monster he had allowed out quickly
suppressed his feelings of guilt. "Just make sure you don't hurt her,"
was his only thought.
He rubbed his hand on the oil pooled on her back again, this time
getting two fingers good and slick. With all the care of an
obstetrician with a new mother during her first pelvic exam he pressed
two fingers into her body. It wasn't as difficult as he had feared, but
this time Angela's response was an audible moan. He couldn't tell if it
was from pain or pleasure, so he withdrew.
"Still all right?" he checked.
"Yeah, I think so. Try that again. It kinda felt like when I used my
brush handle, but a tiny bit better, maybe cuz it's you doing it."
This time he started by inserting just his forefinger, then gradually
added the second digit. It seemed to him that her muscles were becoming
more receptive, the grip on his digits not quite as tight, so he began
the in-and-out movements again while continuously monitoring her posture
for any obvious signs she might be in distress. "Things are going
well," he thought, but his lack of experience with the act left him
unsure of what to do next. He assumed that she needed to be even more
relaxed and receptive before he could successfully try penetration, even
with his average-sized tool.
Using his clean hand he reached down between her thighs and began
rubbing her puffy mound. He didn't attempt to insert a finger into her
newly-opened vagina, not wanting to irritate her still-healing parts,
but chose instead to tease her inner lips with tender strokes. They
were dry when he started, but as he continued his lecherous massage he
felt her becoming moist. He found her clit, and turned his attention to
her tiny love button.
With two fingers still half-way buried in her bum, and his other hand
busily working on her passion switch, Roy wished for a third hand. "Rub
your breasts, Sweetie," he urged. "Play with your nipples, and rub all
around your areolas. You like that, right?"
No answer from Angela, other than a slight turn of her upper body to
allow her hand to follow Roy's instructions. The combination of his
clitoral stimulation and Angela's breast play soon led to the effect Roy
had hoped for. He could feel the grip of her starfish lessening a
little each time he withdrew his fingers, so he had a growing sense of
comfort and ease and deftly worked his untried magic on a preteen who
seemed far more anxious to try things than any woman he'd ever known.
Angela seemed to notice the last time his digits drew away, because her
grip tightened just slightly enough to be noticed, but not so much that
she appeared angry or uncomfortable. To make certain she was distracted
enough his determined other fingers created a series of circular paths
over her clitoris that stole every awareness Angela might have had of
what was about to happen.
"It's time," he decided, his heart beating even harder, something that
he hadn't thought possible. Roy looked down at his throbbing cock to
make sure that the tip of his manhood was well coated with olive oil,
the shine all over his slightly bulbous and aching glans ample
indication that he was nicely lubed. He moved his hips closer to hers,
and pressed the tip of his purple charger against the small opening his
fingers had just left. He paused and looked down, certain that there
was no way an object that size could fit inside such a tiny space, but
he knew he was going to try anyway.
"Ready, Angel?" He waited, the sensitive slit of his dick just touching
her second cherry.
Again, Angela didn't answer with words, but pushed her hips up and back
slightly. "Now or never," he told himself. Holding his cock midway
toward his body Roy applied slight forward pressure against her naked
ass, the sensation of their flesh touching in that manner hideously
erotic. Slowly, carefully, tenderly, he kept pushing inward until his
first attempt resulted in rejection. Instead of penetration, his slick
charger slid up into her butt crack.
He raised himself up a little, to change his angle of attack, and the
second time felt himself gaining a little ground. Not much, but with
gradually growing confidence the tip eventually slipped inside her.
When he took his hand away, his cock stayed in place with his glans out
of sight. It was an immorally lewd vision, part of his body, the most
sensitive part at that, entering his Angel in a way his God had never
intended. The grip on his tool was extremely tight, but felt better
than he had even imagined.
"You okay, Baby? Am I hurting you?" Roy hesitated, awaiting her reply,
ready to beat a hasty retreat if she indicated anything other than
pleasure or curiosity.
"Yeah ... just ... go slow for a second, cuz you're a lot bigger than
anything else that's been in my butt. It's like a really weird feeling
? not sure I like it -- but don't stop. It does kinda feel good."
Angela seemed far more anxious to learn new ways to feel pleasure than
he'd anticipated, so he lightly gripped her hips, stared down at one
gorgeous little ass pointed right at him, and pushed forward.
It was almost an out-of-body experience watching as his sexual extension
began to disappear into a preteen's ass, her upturned butt so eager to
be invaded and her whimpers extolling the virtues of sex with a gentle
and loving pervert. Each fractions of a inch that vanished from sight
was followed by a soft moan from the recipient, her rearward thrust
adequate confirmation that Angela was fully aware of their wicked deed,
and her continued desire to urge her older lover to keep going.
It wasn't until his hips were softly pressed against her pert little ass
that Roy was fully aware of what he'd done. His cock was embraced by
the 100 degree heat from his young partner's tender insides, and his
balls were already beginning to warn him that if he moved too quickly
his pleasure would be brief. The only solution he could come up with
was to gingerly pull back until only his glans remained captive by her
snug grip.
Neither of them uttered a word for the next few minutes, their brains
unable to take an active part in their newly discovered and immoral
union as his hips slowly and carefully traveled back and forth as his
cock repeatedly entered and retreated from her vice-like clench. Her
warm, tight embrace felt wonderful; the image of her ass being probed
only adding somehow to his illicit pleasure. As much as his Angel had
already given, he still needed more. "I'm gonna go a little faster,
Princess. Just hold on and make sure I don't ... just hold on, Baby."
"'Kay ."
His movements returned, that nasty back and forth action repeated until
he felt an altogether new sensation - Angela pushing back and shifting
forward more confidently with each repetition. A smile formed on his
face once he became aware of his preteen lover's growing new hunger, so
he slowed his movements and waited just long enough for her to take
over, and take over she did. In a matter of a few minutes what had
started as a wicked invasion of innocent flesh by a man who should have
known better had transformed into the eager acceptance of his intrusion
by his victim. He braced himself above her, his cock buried inside her
bum the only part of their bodies touching, as she quickly assumed
control of the act, her body shifting faster and faster over the pillows
and her moans growing to match her mood and tempo. He watched as her
sexy little ass bounced back and forth against his hips and then drove
forward until the end of his cock nearly spilled out, but Angela had
much more control than she might have illustrated.
That wonderful tingle once more began to invade his insides, but Roy
still didn't want it to end. He reached around her hip with his right
hand to locate her clit, and then under her body with his left and
claimed her small left titty. It took him no more than three seconds
before her pleasure button was under his influence and her aching nipple
tenderly rolled around and flicked. Cupping her breast and the whole of
her nearly bald vulva was just enough of a diversion every few seconds
so he didn't ruin a good thing, switching his focus on her most
sensitive points every half minute or so because he knew she'd already
been stimulated a number of times.
When she began to openly moan and softly cry he knew she was near
release, so he concentrated his movements until she was almost yelling
into the bed.
"ROOYYYYYY!!! I'mmmm ... it's ... nuuuUUUUUHHH!!!!"
The instant she began to cry out loud he held her by her hips and began
to jackhammer his cock into her ass. That's all it took for her to
clamp her thighs together, squeeze his cock with a grip that nearly
scared him and lock up every muscle she had control of. A few seconds
later her body began to undulate in the familiar slow progression of
erratic lunges that signaled the climax of her pleasure.
To totally peak her Roy replaced his fingers onto their most effective
spots, her clit and one nipple, and he did his best to increase the
sensation without hurting her. But his efforts proved futile and
actually backfired on him, her rhythmic stutters and gentle convulsions
tipping him past the breaking point. With one final thrust into her
smooth naked body he felt that electric shock start in his balls,
traveled through the center of his body, and ended with his blank
bullets shooting out the end of his straining dick toward freedom.
He could have remained like that for an hour, his hands gripping
Angela's body snugly enough to keep her tight to his, and his inward
lunge forceful enough for him to feel the resistance of her inner walls.
They both looked like marionettes in their curious pose, their bodies
shifting and jerking in uncoordinated fashion, and their antics just
careless enough to look spasmodic.
After they'd both slowed down Roy leaned forward, carefully lowering his
body onto Angela's, warming her back with his tummy and chest and as
much of her bare front as his hands could cover. The slight change in
his posture applied an unexpected bonus, the forward pressure against
her Grafenburg spot through her vaginal wall stirring yet more
pleasurable sensations for her tender body. Rather than send her into
another orgasm it only seemed to warm her insides in a strange way that
made their new union much more comfortable than just a man fucking her
in the butt.
She liked it so much, in fact, that Angela shifted back and forth,
letting the of his dick rub and roll her bundle of blood engorged
tissues and those nerves that she'd never known existed. In spite of
his weight and her level of exhaustion she reached around her body and
unknowingly gripped her senior partner in much the same manner as that
naked prostitute in Roy's dirty German magazine. She didn't realize
what she'd done until after her head cleared, her own hands urging her
older lover in much the same way that the nameless female had done. It
felt good after all, and Angela knew now that she had three ways to make
Roy, or any other man, feel really nice.
"Roy," she whispered a few moments later, "you're kinda crushing me."
"Sorry Precious," he said as he rolled his weight off of her slim body.
"Stay right there," he told her. He stumbled down to the bathroom,
returning shortly with a warm cloth and a box of tissues. Angela hadn't
moved, her oil-slick butt still the highest part of her body, glowing in
the morning sun like a newly opened rose blossom.
Roy used the tissues to wipe up all the excess lubricant, then carefully
pressed the soft, warm cloth against her tender backdoor using his
smallest finger. She realized he was trying to clean her and tried to
relax and allow his entry, but her sphincter muscles still tightly
gripped his pinky while he cleaned her. He was relieved to see that she
had not seemed to suffer any physical effects from his onslaught,
because there didn't seem to be any bleeding, and she only moaned softly
in slight protest when she felt his gentle probing.
Angela was uncharacteristically silent and unmoving while he attempted
to return her body to a state of purity, as if she was trying to
comprehend what he'd done with her body. Evidence of her sense of calm
or at least acceptance of their last sexual adventure was Angela turning
her head to look over her shoulder and give him a little smile. That
was his cue to increase the size of her joyful expression. As he
finished washing her he couldn't resist lightly tickling the softness
along her ribs in an effort to bring her back to life.
It didn't take long for his abnormally quiet playmate to begin squealing
and moving as if she had all of her energy back, the welcome sound of
her laughter and quick twitches of her body the perfect means to
illustrate a very happy young woman.
The grumbling of their bellies caused both of them to break out in
giggles and signaled the end to their tickle fight. "Come on,
Precious," he said, helping her up, "let's go have a big breakfast."
After breakfast Roy said, "Would you like to see one of my favorite
places in the world?"
"I thought this cabin was your favorite."
"It is, but there is a trail not far from here that leads to two
spectacular waterfalls. Would you like to see?"
Angela readily agreed, and after they prepared a picnic lunch they piled
into his car. Twenty minutes later they were headed up a steep incline
that left Roy somewhat breathless, and even tested Angela's athletic
legs.
"Just a little longer," Roy encouraged when she began to complain a
little. "It'll be worth it, trust me."
And it was. The first waterfall wasn't that impressive, but the spray
from the pool at the bottom refracted the sunlight into a rainbow that
seemed close enough to touch. After they had enjoyed the view for a few
minutes, they resumed their hike.
They ended up on a rocky crag overlooking what was the biggest waterfall
that Angela had ever seen. Their viewpoint was from the top of the
falls looking down. Roy enjoyed watching the joy expressed on his young
lover's face as she gazed upon the falling water.
"I've got one more surprise," he told her. "Come on."
She followed him as she led her up another trail she hadn't noticed. It
was a short but steep hike, then suddenly as they rounded a large
boulder, they were at an observation point overlooking much of the North
Georgia mountains.
"Gosh!" she exclaimed, "I didn't realized how high we were. Is this
the tallest mountain around?"
"Not quite, Angel, but I do think this is the best view in the state.
They say you can see North Carolina and on a good day Tennessee from
here too, but I'm not sure where one state ends and the next one begins.
Does this look like good place for lunch?"
"Heck yeah. I'm starving!"
After they ate, they headed back down. The return trip was a lot
easier, downhill almost all the way, and Angela had a lot of energy left
when they got to the parking lot.
"Gee," she said, "looks like we are the only ones here."
"Yep," Roy agreed. "Usually there are a few other people here, but
maybe everybody who came to the mountains for the weekend is already
headed home."
"What's this?" Angela had found the entrance to another trail, this one
unmarked.
"I've never noticed that one before," Roy said. "Wanna have a look?"
"Sure!"
Angela led the way through the woods. This time the trail was level,
passing through some dense forest. In places it was almost impassible,
suggesting that not many people bothered to come that way. Roy was
about to suggest that they turn around and head back when the path
opened up onto a secluded glade surrounding a small pond.
"It's beautiful," she eager girl proclaimed.
"It sure is," Roy agreed. He took a quick look around and didn't see
any trash or remains of campfires. "I think this is an unknown
treasure, Angel, and you discovered it."
"Boy, it does seem like we are the only people in the world. Can we
stay here for awhile?"
"Sure, Precious. We don't have to be anywhere until tomorrow
afternoon."
The freshness and pristine nature of the area immediately stirred him to
see in a whole new way, as if the scene around them was the
representation of what Angela had been before he was the first to
trample recklessly onto virgin territory. The cool air, the aroma of
the verdant tangle around them, and the unblemished isolation of her
discovery began to haunt him like a specter from deep within his soul.
Whatever was inside his head had no effect on his young partner, her
desire to explore the area taking her from one lovely flower or grouping
of green growth toward the water feature she seemed fascinated with.
Even as she moved from one point of interest to another, little or
nothing of her adventures was left behind, her movements so slight and
footprints so small that it appeared as if she had never been there.
Roy was beginning to reconsider how his actions had despoiled the
natural beauty that God had provided Angela - his fingers, lips, tongue,
and even his masculinity venturing places that she should have been
exposed only after she was old enough to fully comprehend the
consequences of their actions.
What a terribly troubling paradox, the lovely sights, smells, and
features of the area indicative of what his young sexual partner was
like prior to them arriving at his cabin, but her acceptance of his
deeds giving him the impression that she truly was an adult in many more
things than just her thoughts. In another time and without the
influences of modern society she could be the Eve who could create the
stirrings of mankind.
Rather than assume his previously wicked ways Roy began to realize what
his mind allowed for a brief moment, a thought normally meant to convey
the unity of humanity and the purity of naivet� lost in the Garden of
Eden occupied by the first two innocents who were quickly cast out
because of temptation and lust.
It troubled him when he understood the depth of the wrongs that he'd
committed against the lovely and formerly chaste young woman, in spite
of her desire to know the carnal hunger that might forever taint her
soul. How could he reconcile what he'd done to her or her parents, much
less the rest of his parish and society? And yet when she seemed to
sense an uneasiness in her gentle and tender teacher Angela drew Roy
into an intensely affectionate embrace and whispered words that masked
their deeds a little bit.
"It's been a really neat weekend and I have you to thank for it, Uncle
Roy. I wish we could like stay right here for another whole week. The
mountains are so pretty, and my time with you has been special."
"I'd like to keep you all to myself, Angel, but we both knew this has to
come to an end. Just being here with you is like a celebration of
natural beauty, because your smile, your eyes, and your tenderness are a
treasure that I wish I could bottle up and keep close to my heart for
the rest of my life."
Just as before, Angela could tell her pastor, long-time sitter, and
recent sexual teacher was teetering on the precipice of guilt and
unpleasant thoughts. His mood changed dramatically from a boyish charm
and anxious excitement as they explored their private haven away from
everyone else to the introspective anguish of an older man who might be
reconsidering all that they'd done since Friday afternoon.
Rather than let him spoil the mood she took his larger hand in her
smaller one and tugged him along the edge of the pond toward another
unknown piece of Heaven on Earth. Neither of them said a word as they
slowly made their way onward around the small pond one step at a time.
It was only when Angela turned to look at her reverend that she realized
he might have been looking at her much longer than just a moment or two.
His gaze appeared to be a mixture of pride, shame, lust, introspection,
love, anger, and an intense desire to share so much more in a very short
period of time.
Before either of them realized it they were sitting together facing the
sun, Angela leaning back into his body with her butt between his feet
and her frame enveloped in a loving embrace that her host might not have
wanted to break. The fading light quickly stirred Roy to reconsider the
wisdom of being in a fairly obscure section of the North Georgia
mountains after the sun was gone.
"I hate to say this, Angel, but I think it's time we headed back."
She held onto him for a moment, preventing him from getting up. In a
rather bold move after what he'd been troubled with he slipped his arms
around her body again, this time both of his hands cupping the
development of her small breasts. It was clear his hormones still ruled
parts of his body and brain, but Angela didn't seem overly offended, as
she pulled his hands tighter to her frame and squeezed.
"I don't wanna leave yet. Can't we stay a little while longer?
Ple-e-a-s-e." She turned her head, and gave him what she hoped was a
seductive look.
To Roy, her attempt at being overtly sexy only made her look cuter, and
even more vulnerable. He sighed, moved his hands, tucked his fingers
under her arms and gently lifted her up.
"Roy," she continued her gently pleading, "this place is so pretty.
This could be our own Garden of Eden, and we could be Adam and Eve. And
I think I know what they did in the Garden, even though nobody ever
talked about it in Sunday School. Would you be my Adam, Roy?"
He was stunned by her biblical reference, and by the fact that he had
been thinking the same thoughts only a few seconds earlier. He made one
weak attempt at sidetracking her temptation. "Sorry, Angel, but I
really am kind of tired. Besides, if anybody caught us here, I would be
in big trouble, and your parents would probably ground you until you
were twenty-one."
She moved closer to him, and looked up into his eyes with puppy dog eyes
and a half-smile that would have looked sultry on someone years older.
"But we haven't even seen anybody else in a couple of hours. And you
said yourself that it looked like nobody has been here in quite awhile.
We can be careful. With all the leaves on the ground, we can hear
anybody coming before they get here. Come on Roy, for me."
His resolve melted in the depths of her blue eyes. Her hand working its
magic in his crotch again helped. "Well ?," he began, "... we don't
have much time."
"Then let's get busy," she responded. She walked around a little, then
called to him. "Here's a nice spot. Come here and sit down with your
back against this tree."
He found himself doing as she said, as if their roles had been reversed
- Angela now the leader, the instigator, and Roy the reluctant but
willing follower. He settled down against the solid trunk of the oak
tree she had picked out. Before he could protest, and with a deft skill
that belied her young years, she had unbuckled his belt, unzipped his
pants, and pulled his flaccid dick out into the fresh air.
She knelt in front of him, and bent down to take him into her mouth.
Much to his surprise, his body responded to her actions almost
immediately. She still had the power to light his fuse, regardless of
all the times he had already exploded into her body that weekend. He
felt himself swelling despite his reluctance. He felt like the whole
world was watching, but as his cock grew, his concern diminished.
Angela finished her preparations with a few quick strokes of her warm
hands over his length. She sat back, admiring the way that his mast
stood straight up once again. I did that, she thought to herself.
"Just sit there," she ordered, ignoring the obvious fact that he wasn't
about to run off at that point. She spun around and crouched over his
lap, with her back toward him. She pulled aside the leg hole of her
shorts, and made the same adjustment to her panties, as she settled down
over him like a good cowgirl settling onto her favorite horse.
As Angela eased herself down onto his staff, her already slick labia
parted, and with what Roy considered surprising speed, she had half of
his stiff member buried in her warm and still very tight vagina. Roy
had to admire her creativity. If anyone had stumbled upon them, from a
distance it would look like she was sitting on his lap - perhaps not
exactly a proper position for a pastor and his young parishioner, but
not blatant enough to attract untoward attention. And as she had said,
it would be difficult for anyone to get closer without making enough
noise to allow the amorous couple to separate and cover themselves.
His worries assuaged, Roy settled back to once again enjoy the erotic
delights of his favorite 'niece'. For a moment she appeared to be
content to just sit on him, as if reacquaint herself with how it felt to
have a man inside her. "Are you all right, Angel?" he asked.
"Uh-huh," she muttered, almost as if his overly solicitous questions
were becoming annoying.
Now comfortable in her new saddle, Angela began pushing her hips back
and forth across his lap. That motion caused his erection to almost
slip out of her tight grasp, then be drawn back in almost as if by a
vacuum pump. Each time he was again buried to the hilt in her tender
parts, she moved her hips in a circle. Roy could only wonder where she
had come up with that idea, and wondered yet again at the apparent
untapped depths of her innate sexual knowledge.
Neither of them spoke as Angela continued her creative dance, Angela's
quiet moans being the only competition to the chirping of the birds
around them. With her being in complete control of their actions, it
didn't take long for her to find just the right combination of rhythm
and pressure to bring about another warm, delicious climax. She leaned
forward, pressing the tip of his tool against her newly-discovered
G-spot, and ground herself against his phallus until her inner needs had
been met.
With her juices dripping down his shaft and onto his jeans, she looked
over her shoulder and asked, "Do you want me to turn around or
something, cuz I don't think you -- you know -- did what you usually do
when we make love. That orgasm thing?"
He took her into his arms once again. "Don't worry about it, Angel. To
be honest, I don't think I have anything more in me. You've just about
worn me out."
"'kay," she said with a smile. "Maybe we better go home now. I don't
want to break you. Besides, I'm hungry!"
Her smile and giggle assured the lecherous preacher that his young
companion was still feeling no ill-effects from their adventurous
weekend.
As soon as they rearranged their clothing, they headed back toward the
real world. They made a few wrong turns in the dimming light, but just
before the sun disappeared over the horizon they found their way back to
the parking lot and headed for Roy's car.
Dinner that night was hamburgers, hot dogs, and anything left over from
their weekend. He even let his preteen guest have some wine that he was
saving for a special occasion, the effects sure to wear off long before
he had to relinquish control of his young charge back to her parents.
So many things were running through his mind, a carnal and prehistoric
need to keep his lovely young lover out in the wild so they could
repopulate some strange world, the consciousness of what might happen if
anyone ever found out about their immoral union, the lusty moans and
intense hunger that Angela shared with him while he taught her things
that she should have waited to learn, but the keenness of her actions
while her hands directed parts of his body against hers as any adult
might do.
After the food and a small portion of the mild alcohol was gone they
cleaned the kitchen up. Angela asked if she could light the fire this
time, and soon the room was glowing with the flickering light and
soothing warmth from the crackling logs. They sat on the floor,
watching the flames, then almost like a couple in one of the mushy
movies her mother liked to watch, their heads turned to each other, and
they shared a look that conveyed feelings of affection combined with
lust that couldn't be masked. He took her hand in his and said "Let's
go outside."
In the deepening darkness they strolled around his cabin without saying
a word, their thoughts most likely about their impending departure and
all that they'd shared, but words just wouldn't do, so they remained
silent. It was only a whispered request from Angela that interrupted
the announcements of intrepid insects needing a date for the night,
"Will you take a shower with me again tonight?"
After a nice tight hug they went back inside. This time their shower
was not cause for more erotic play, but merely a pleasant way to scrub
each other's bodies and get nice and warm. Afterward, they sat naked in
front of the fire for one last time. One of his hands lightly petted
her naked breasts and softly caressed her erect nipples, while his other
hand cupped and gently teased her puffy mound. Instead of stirring her
into a sexual turmoil his touch seemed to relax her more completely, as
if he was massaging rather than molesting her. He could have done more,
but at last his brain was having a greater effect on his actions than
his balls.
When he heard her soft snore he knew it was time to end their time
enjoying the warmth of the fire. He carried her to the bathroom and
left her to tend to her business while he disappeared outside. By the
time he came back she actually appeared nervous about being without him.
Her trepidations quickly passed when the front door opened and he made
his grand entrance, still naked.
"Where were you? I was worried!"
"Since you had the nice facilities I decided to borrow a tree outside.
What's wrong, Angel?"
She quickly walked toward him, enveloped his larger frame in her arms,
and then whimpered into his chest, "I didn't like being without you and
got a little scared. Please stay with me from now on, okay?"
"Sure, Angel. Come on ... let's go to bed."
As bizarre as those words might have sounded four days before it stirred
a little smile on her face and a gentle nod into his body.
"'Kay."
Rather than attack his naked visitor, they climbed into bed calmly,
snuggling tight to each other as if they'd been married for months.
Once settled under the covers, she gently held his cock while he toyed
absentmindedly with her pert little ass. So much had happened from
Friday and yet she still appeared as chaste and sexually innocent as she
had in his church the Sunday before last. Were it not for her small
fingers and thumb around his cock nothing would appear indecent about
their being together.
They fell asleep embracing, her grip around his penis slackened and his
longest digit safely away from the wet warmth of either tender orifice
little more than an inch or two away. She was content, and Roy was
exhausted.
-(continued)-
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
--