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Angel_7.txt
Angel In The Woods - Chapter 7
Mf
Cons, Rom, Pett, Oral, Pedo, Piv, 1st, Teen, Inc
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Prologue:
This work of immoral fiction is a collaboration between Shayna Simpson,
NaughtyShayna@gmail.com (http://storiesonline.net/auth/Naughty_Shayna)
and Eliston Gaulfre, 'Rewdius' (https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Rewdius/www). It began
with an online conversation in December of 2008 and was slowly developed
from that short chat into what's being presented for our readers'
pleasure.
It's hoped everyone who reads this tale will offer some form of honest
and candid feedback, positive or negative, so the long hours and
repeated modifications will be worth something. Please take the time to
post even a short comment as each chapter is read so your thoughts can
be used to improve future writing exercises. Without a clear
understanding of your opinions, our future stories can't be improved
upon.
Eli and I both hope you'll enjoy our work.
Shayna
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Chapter 7: An End -- and a Beginning
Monday morning, Roy is awakened by the sun streaming through the high
window over the bed. His first feeling is one of loss - he knows that
they only have a few more hours together before he has to return his
Angel back to her parents, and return himself to the reality of being a
man of the cloth. He hadn't slept well. Despite the fact that his body
was nearing exhaustion, his mind had been reeling with all the
implications his actions might have.
He wasn't too concerned with his own future. Somehow, he felt that if
his amorous sins ended up sending him to prison, disgraced and
defrocked, it would be something he could accept, God's answer to his
impertinent prayers and actions of the last few days.
No, it was Angela he was worried about. If, in a moment of youthful
indiscretion she should happen to disclose to the wrong person just what
she and her "beloved" Uncle Roy had done during their weekend in the
woods, he knew she would be caught up in the middle of a scandal that
could haunt her for years. Even if their tryst remained secret, he
feared that he might have unleashed a tempest of sexual desires inside
her that might lead to her becoming one of those slutty girls he often
saw hanging around the mall, or in the parking lot of the high school
across from his church.
He rolled over and looked at the girl lying naked next to him. With her
eyes closed, her fine red hair spread over the pillow like a gossamer
veil, and a slight smile on her face, it was hard for him to reconcile
those last thoughts. She looked just like the innocent child that had
eagerly jumped out of his car when she had first seen his cabin a few
days earlier. Could he put the cork in the bottle, and restore her to
the innocence he had stolen from her? He knew that was impossible, it
was gone just as surely as her maidenhead, but he vowed to do everything
he could to help Angela keep an even keel as she grew and matured into
young womanhood.
He watched her small breasts, barely more than tennis-ball swellings,
pink areolae covering almost all of her otherwise freckled white skin,
as they rose and fell as she slept peacefully. Her stomach, still
girlishly flat, drew his eye further down, to the tiny patch of fiery
curls acting like an arrow pointing to that area between her thighs that
he had learned so much more about than he had expected. Her long, lean
thighs, white at the top and brown below her soccer tan line, were
slightly parted.
He couldn't resist. Once more his fingers found their way to the most
sensitive part of her body. His hand hovered just above her flesh,
unsure if he should awaken her this way, or just go downstairs and start
another big country breakfast. As if in answer, she stirred in her
sleep and her legs parted a little further.
Slowly and carefully, as if petting a wild animal, Roy ran his
fingertips around the edges of her girlish pussy lips. When she showed
no response, he licked his index finger and probed the tightly closed
slit splitting her mound.
"M-m-m-m," Angela moaned, "am I dreaming?"
"Yes, Angel," Roy whispered, "a very naughty dream."
She opened her eyes and smiled up at her benefactor. "Whatcha' doin'?"
"Just waiting for you to wake up," Roy replied. "How do you feel this
morning?"
"Umm, I think I could stay here all day. Can I have breakfast in bed?"
"I think I've got a better idea." Suddenly inspired, Roy rolled over
onto his back, pulling Angela up as he did so.
"Wh-a-a?" Angela gasped as she suddenly found herself on top of Roy.
"Sit on my face, Precious."
"Huh?"
"Come on, put your knees right next to my ears. Yeah, that's it. Just
relax, and let me guide you." He put his hands on her slim waist, and
guided her hips until her vulva was positioned just above his eager
mouth. "Lower yourself down just a little," he urged.
Angela followed his instructions, and as she did she felt his tongue
sliding into that special place that he seemed to love so much. She put
her hands on the cabin wall that served as a headboard for Roy's
somewhat primitive bed, and braced herself as he began teasing her still
tender opening with his lingual caresses.
Roy moved one hand from her waist to her bottom, caressing the smooth
skin of her full, round behind. He grasped one cheek, not much more
than a handful, and kneaded it like a baker working with dough. As he
did so, Angela ground herself down harder onto his open mouth. If she
had been a little heavier, he might have feared for his life, but
Angela's twelve-year-old body was nothing he couldn't bear. On the
contrary, he enjoyed the feeling of having her most private parts
pressed tightly against his lips and nose as his tongue continued to
delve into her as far as he could thrust it.
Once Angela got over the weird feeling of squatting over Roy's face, she
began to relax and enjoy the sensations his oral talents were eliciting
from within her body. Her body shivered, out of ecstasy - not the chill
of the morning air - as she felt herself melting again into that magical
feeling he had introduced her to. "Roy -- gosh -- that really feels
good."
Roy was so determined to bring his young pupil to at least one more
early morning orgasm before he had to surrender control of her mind and
body back to reality, that he dared actions beyond what he normally
would have tried, even with a more mature partner. His hand slid from
the firm round pillow of her bum and slipped down between her ass
cheeks, blindingly seeking that forbidden portal he had explored so
dramatically just twenty-four hours earlier. When he located the object
of his search, and eased his way through her tight sphincter, Angela
reacted like she had touched a live wire. Her body jerked, but not
enough to pull her pussy away from his hungry mouth. Roy continued to
tickle her bottom with his inquisitive finger, while his lips attempted
to suck her small clit into their grasp.
"Roy -- oh gosh -- oh gosh -- don't stop. Ohhh, uhhhhh...."
This time Angela's groans were loud enough that anyone passing by
outside the cabin could have thought she was being tortured. Those
sounds only served to spur Roy on. His free hand found its way to her
chest, and began massaging one small breast. Her turgid nipple pressed
against his palm. He moved his hand and grasped her tiny nubbin between
thumb and forefinger - not pinching but merely teasing her tender
protuberance. He continued to probe with his finger, now buried to the
second knuckle in her dark cavern, while he tried to match the clitoral
stroking of his tongue to the same rhythm as his breast massage.
It didn't take long for his three-pronged attack to bring Angela to the
brink of yet another all-consuming climax. He concentrated all his
being into pleasing her, until he was rewarded with her cries of
delight.
"R-o-o-y-y-y," she squealed, "what are you doing to me?"
Roy, of course, had his mouth full and couldn't answer her. He could
have gone on, bringing her to one ecstatic orgasm after another, but the
morning sun beaming onto the bed was a constant reminder that playtime
was over. He slowly began bringing her back down from the peak of
sensuality he had taken her to. He eased his finger out of her anus,
and moved his hand away from her breasts. Finally, almost regretfully,
he lifted her up and away from his face. His lips and chin were sopping
wet with her secretions, but he didn't mind a bit.
He was expecting her to just lie next to him, resting, maybe even
snuggling against him for awhile as she recovered, but instead she
rolled over onto her back, splaying her thighs wide open. "Come on Roy,
don't you want to fuck me now?"
The blunt and unexpected nature of her words shocked the older man.
Despite all that they had experienced together, it was still somehow
disturbing and nasty to hear those words coming from her lips.
"No, Angel," he said after finally finding his voice. "I think you have
truly worn me out. Besides, we need to get up, have some breakfast, and
start packing for our trip home."
"Okay," she said without hesitation or any more argument, "let's eat."
The speed with which she accepted his rejection of her offer told him
that she was, at last, sated herself, and was only offering her body to
him as a reward for all that he had done for her. Gently, he kissed her
forehead, and pulled her toward him, wrapping her in his arms one last
time. Angela snuggled against his body, this time more like a young
girl seeking warmth and protection than the wanton preteen he had grown
used to. She began lightly tickling the gray hairs on his chest.
"Are you always going to be my teddy bear?" she purred.
"Of course, Precious, although we will always have to hide the true
nature of our relationship."
"I know that," she sighed. "I just want to remember you like this, all
snuggly and furry and warm."
Roy was a little surprised to feel her body trembling a few seconds
later, and realized that she was crying. "What's the matter, Angel?"
"I was just thinking about how things are going to be when we get back
home, and you have to go back to being Reverend Roy. It's going to be
hard for me to sit and listen to you preach without thinking about this
weekend."
"Nobody can hear you thinking, Sweetie, so if you get bored in the
middle of one of my sermons, you can just let your mind take you back to
some pleasant memories of our time together. You ... WE will always
have that. Now, why don't you take a nice long shower while I fix
breakfast."
What had been a nice drive up to the woods, full of nervous anticipation
and uncertainty, turned into a quiet, contemplative ride home for the
illicit lovers. Roy was beyond the moral conflicts that had vexed him
during their stay, his mind now more concerned with the harsh reality of
whether their secret would remain hidden. Visions of teachers, coaches,
uncles, and yes even men of the cloth like himself, being walked in
shackles before a phalanx of TV cameras and shouting reporters were
already filling his imagination.
Roy' thoughts again turned to how Angela might be affected by his
actions. Had it been fair to teach her so much at such a young age?
Will she be able to distinguish between the love he had hoped to share
and the dangerous nature of unrestrained premarital sex? Could she
control her hunger and not get into trouble? His mind was tumbling with
hundreds of questions and a kind of self abasement that he had hoped to
avoid. After their secret rendezvous he would have to live with what
he'd done and pray that his lovely preteen niece wouldn't be hurt or
abused. He wanted to say something to the twelve year old, but could
she understand what he wanted to share?
For Angela, that last leg of their journey was spent trying to figure
out just how the weekend had changed her. She wasn't sure if she could
just go back to being another one of the girls at Westwood Middle
School, giggling about the shy, awkward advances of the boys her age.
Maybe, she finally decided, the best way to face the future is to think
of her weekend in the woods with Roy as a dream, something that didn't
really happen but which couldn't totally be erased from her memories
either.
She kept turning her head to peek at her beloved Uncle Roy, wondering
what he was thinking. She wanted to ask but was uncertain how to put
her feelings into words. Her lips kept trying to open and say what was
in her head, but her mind was filled with an encyclopedia's worth of
doubts, questions, and insecurity. Her immature heart and confused
brain couldn't find the right way to express her feelings.
Their arrival at her house was a combination of relief after a long
drive and an emptiness, because they both knew it signaled an end to
their wonderful time together. Whatever they had needed or wanted to
say to each other went unexpressed. What had been an amazing few days
was gone, the sight of her home confirmation that their shared fantasy
was over.
Angela's parents grabbed her stuff and headed back into the house,
leaving the lovers alone for one last moment. Roy dared take her hand,
and pulled her back into his arms for one last tight hug. Still alone
in the driveway, he kissed her forehead, and looked into her eyes with
the same fire she had seen in his loft bed. "You be good, young lady.
See you in church Sunday."
Moments later the bubbly young girl bound through her parents' front
door, looking for her dog Lucky. At the same time, the preacher was on
his way, returning to his quiet, lonely home.
Epilogue
For the next several weeks Angela was very careful to treat Roy like
her pastor. On Sundays, she tried to stay attentive as he conducted his
services, and politely shook his hand and thanked him as she left the
church with her parents. Then one Sunday, as she was shaking his hand,
she felt him slip a small piece of paper into her palm. He gave her a
quick wink, and she quickly put his hidden message into her pocket, not
reading it until she was home and alone in her room.
"Angel," it read, "I got your very nice thank you note, which I am sure
your parents told you to write. I just wanted to say that if you ever
want to talk about anything, I am here, as Uncle Roy, not just your
pastor. You can email me if you wish, but please do not use my official
church address. My assistant pastor and the church secretary both have
access to that account. Instead, I have set up a special email address,
just for you: teddybearroy@gmail.com. I heard your thirteenth birthday
is next week, and I bet you are excited about that. Be good, Precious,
in all ways,
Roy
To: teddybearroy@gmail.com From: SoccerAng10@yahoo.com
Roy, what a great idea, my own private email addy! Glad you got my
note, and no, my parents didn't make me write it, I really did want to
thank you for a great weekend.
My club soccer team is kickin' butt this season. Next year I'll be in
high school, and my coach thinks I'm good enough to play varsity as a
freshman. That'll be awesome!
I'm looking forward to my birthday. My parents are letting me have a
party, my first boy-girl party. That might be a little weird. I mean,
boys my age are such dorks. There is one boy at school, Mike, who says
he wants to be my boyfriend, but I don't think he even knows what that
means. He's kinda cute and all, but I think the only reason he wants to
be my boyfriend is so he can brag about it to his friends. It's not
like we can go to the movies or anything, my parents say they aren't
gonna let me date until I am sixteen, or twenty-one if my dad gets his
way, but I think he's just kidding. I bet if Mike did take me to a
movie, he'd try to kiss me, and even feel my tits. That's the way boys
are. But you know that, right? I wonder if I'd let him? I guess
that's a bad question to ask my pastor, tee-hee! I wonder what Mike
would think if he knew I wasn't a virgin? Ha! Don't worry, I'm not
gonna tell anybody!
Hey, whatcha doin next summer? If you're planning on going back to your
cabin, my parents know I really liked my weekend up there, and if you
ask if I could go with you again, I'm sure they'd be cool with it. The
other day I heard them talking about wanting to take a cruise, just by
themselves, and wondering who they could get to stay with me. I'm just
sayin....
Anywho, be cool and don't drool,
Your Special Angel
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