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Angela Ch. 01

By: LadyValerie



She was forced awake by a sharp jerk to her hair. Used to it by now, she schooled her naked body not to react as the Master thrust his face close to hers.

"Lazy slut! Sleeping? When you should be out earning my bread?"

She'd had plenty of custom from the full tavern last night, so had felt justified in taking a bit of rest. 

"Need I remind you of your assignment?" the Master growled as he jerked her into a kneeling position. By now she had learned not to react with fear -- it just made him worse. Neither, however, would silence be acceptable.

"Master," she said in low voice, "I was only just resting a little before going over to the church. I thought I might have better luck with the new one if I let the stink wear off a bit..." she paused as she felt his other hand casually squeeze her tit. Still business as usual, but she had never quite gotten used to his inspections.

Impatiently, he gestured for her to stand. "Hmmm, a fair point. He will like you better the less...experienced...you seem. Come!"

He turned, leading the way from the wenches' sleeping quarters out to the back. "Stand against the wall. Turn around."

Mistrusting, she did as she was told. In a moment, she heard the hose turn on and felt a twinge of apprehension. Goosebumps were beginning to rise on her flesh, making her nipples ache and her legs sensitive. 

She gasped as she felt the hard spray hit her back, moving down her buttocks. She felt the water sluice down the crack of her ass, dribbling water down her legs. The caked dirt, spit, and semen from last night's work began to wash away, but her body was waking to the sensation of the hose. 

"Turn around," came the gruff command. She did so, and almost cried out as the cold water hit her tits and her mound full on. Her nipples were hard, and the water seemed to invade every crevice. The hard spray was demoralizing, but strangely invigorating at the same time. 

"Again. Turn around again, bitch!" the master's patience wore thin if orders were not followed on the instant. As she felt the spray pounding her backside again, she heard the master step away. Then the water ceased. Before she could turn around, she felt the cold metal of the nozzle touch her shoulder. 

She instantly stiffened. The master used his whores rarely, and she had never received his undivided attentions before. What was in store for her? She made a noise to speak, and felt the nozzle come down hard on her shoulder.

"Silence!" The word was a hiss in her ear. Strangely enough, it seemed to amplify the carnal sensations already playing across her flesh. She stood silently facing the wall as the tip of the nozzle drifted lower down her spine. It caressed the flesh of her buttocks. She felt it move down the column of one leg and back up the other, pausing at the joining of the two. 

She heard him begin to breathe a little faster and felt her ass clench involuntarily at the sound. "So, it seems the bitch wants it. And you'll take it. Oh, yesssssss..."

With this she felt the tip of this nozzle slide between her legs. He just slid it back and forth, maddeningly, until she couldn't help but move her pussy against it just a little. 

"What a slut you are my dear. I haven't even touched you and here you are begging to be fucked... by a hose." At that moment he turned the spigot so that a spray of water jetted up into her cunt. She cried out, not caring what punishment might come. As the water founted up inside her and slid back out her vagina, she felt the master's hand trace the crack of her bum down until his hand met the juice flowing out of her pussy. Hard to distinguish from the water, she felt one finger enter her. Then she felt another, and she let out another moan. Most of her clients were quick fucks only, sailors in or soldiers out. This sensory torment was...delicious.

"Please," she heard herself whisper, "please I want you to..."

"What, my dear. What do you want?"

"I...."

His pushed another finger inside her. He had turned the water down to just a trickle, and was putting the nozzle up on her clit. The sluicing stream sent fizzing sensation up to her tits and into her womb. 

"I..."

Suddenly, he pushed the hose up, impaling her on the nozzle. She gasped. Accustomed to brutality, she had learned to take her pleasure in it.

"Uhhhhnnn...please, master, please - use me. Fuck me with that -- OH!

She new how to talk dirty -- the customers liked it -- but never had she meant those heated words more than now. 

He pushed the nozzle further into her pussy. She felt the walls of her cunt contract around the hard metal and her head fell back. She was spreadeagled against the tavern wall, impaled by a spike in the hands of a sadistic whoremaster -- and she was delirious with pleasure. 

"That's right, you cunt. I'm going to fuck you until you can't stand -- but you'll be clean enough to do your job...

And then he pulled the nozzle out. She gasped from the empty feeling, but didn't dare turn around. She couldn't help herself -- she pushed her ass back toward him, silently begging for him to continue.

"No, please master, don't stop," she said breathlessly "put it back in me, I swear I won't tell"

Then she felt it -- wholly different from the thin metal nozzle he'd been using to fuck her moments before. It was thick, and hard...and flesh. As the short fat spike of his cock brutally thrust into her, she closed her eyes against the rush of heat pouring through her. 

"Oh...God..."

His breathing was now labored and harsh in her ear. For such a weasel-like man, she'd expected a thin long rod, not this thick plug pounding into her pussy. His strokes were slow, but each thrust was powerful, pushing her into the splintering wood of the wall. The rough surface teased her nipples as he pushed her against it again and again. And then she felt a new sensation: the tip of the nozzle, tracing down her ass to rest against the puckered hole there. Suddenly, her languor vanished.

"No! please master, don't do that. I -- Uhhhnn" he suddenly increased the force of his cock fucking into her. Fear warred with pleasure as the cold metal brushed her sensitive asshole. 

He wasn't pushing it in yet -- just brushing it in time with his thrusts. Soon, the fear gave way to a tingling sensation. And then, ever so slowly, he pushed the head of the hose just inside her ass.

"No -- don't -- I don't like that -- I..."

But he rotated the nozzle as his cock slid in and out of her cunt. Slowly he turned the water on, just a little. She could feel the trickle move into her and then dribble out of her asshole as he moved the nozzle around. But she had never liked taking it in the ass for her clients. She wouldn't like it now, she wouldn't...

The master was beginning to grunt behind her. "Like it or not bitch, I'm fucking you my way. I've got my cock in your cunt and a hose in your ass. My -- what a view!" 

She could imagine how she appeared: rubbing her tits against the building, legs apart with water and pussy juice running down her legs, spiked on her master's cock with a hose trailing from her ass. The mental image sent an erotic bolt through her and she moaned again. 

"That's right. You'll -- uhhnn -- take what -- I give you. And you -- Ahhhh -- I can tell -- you like it -- Oh God . You're fucking begging for it." He was out of breath, working the nozzle deeper in her ass, the sweet slide of the water lubricating and adding friction at the same time. It had stopped hurting and now she felt -- filled. "You're going to take it in the ass, in the mouth, in the cunt, whenever I say, whore." His cock was growing inside her and his speech was labored. She felt a rising tide, and the words were spilling out of her as they were him.

"Yes, God, please -- just fuck me anything master Fuck I can't hold it, that FUCK it feels so good in my ass -- yeah Fuck me fuck me Oh God FUCK Ohhhhhhhhhhhh..."

And her body was convulsing as her knees gave out and she was speared entirely by his cock, gushing and twitching inside her as he slammed her up against the wall over and over again, the hose plunging into her ass with the jets of water mimicking the jets of cum pumping out of his cock. 

Pulling free roughly, he staggered away and turned off the hose. With water dripping from her asshole and cum dripping from her cunt, she slowly slid down the wall until she was on her hands and knees in the mud. 

Trying to catch her breath in the aftershocks, she dimly heard her Master say, "Now, finish cleaning up and get over to the Church. I'm being well paid for this assignment and I won't have you fuck it up."

Angela Ch. 02



After my seduction by the gorgeous Angela on my birthday I was dying to see her again. I kept thinking about her superb figure with her full, ripe breasts, thick rubbery nipples, slim waist and broad hips. I constantly remembered the texture of her skin and the colour of her hair and the look on her face as I screwed her. 

I took every opportunity I could think of to repeat the experience and was constantly making up excuses to call round. My efforts were thwarted at every turn until one afternoon Angela whispered to me to come around that evening at 8 pm. Her husband was at home and so after she'd whispered her instructions to me she closed the door and I headed off home.

I spent the hours before our rendezvous in an agony of anticipation. The seconds and minutes seemed to crawl by but eventually it was time.

Angela opened the door to my knock very quickly and I went inside. She was dressed in a towelling robe and this seemed odd attire since I could plainly see her high heeled shoes on her feet. Angela slipped the robe from her shoulders and I could only stand boggle eyed and gaze at the vision before me.

Angela had a pair of wickedly spiked shoes on her feet and was also completely kitted out in sexy lingerie. She was wearing a pair of thin black stockings that were fastened onto straps hanging from a black basque that was cinched tight around her waist. The cups in the basque covered her big tits but both lifted and squeezed them together to form an impressive cleavage. Angela's pubic mound was visible since she had opted not to wear any knickers and I could see her labia clearly through the light blonde fuzz of her pubic hair.

She told me her husband was at a meeting at the depot and wouldn't be back for hours. I knew Pete was with his girlfriend and would probably be staying there overnight too. It was a risky situation to say the least but I was desperate to experience my mature lover's ample charms once again.

Angela sat in an armchair and coolly hooked her legs over the arms, her spread thighs meant that her sex was exposed and the shameless bitch began to gently run her elegant fingers between her labia, spreading the lips and then tickling her clit.

I watched for a few moments before Angela told me to strip. I obeyed and was soon stood before Angela, my thick cock rigid as she continued to slowly tease her pouting sex lips.

She made a sudden movement by lifting her legs from the arms of the chair and placing her feet back flat onto the carpet. She leaned forwards and one by one scooped her big jugs out of the bra cups of the basque. Angela then pulled me towards her so I was stood between her feet and she wrapped her firm, pliable tit flesh around my cock.

She began to wank my cock with her mounds and every few moments she would dip her face down and lick my exposed cock as it peeked from between her tits.

This felt absolutely divine I had never felt this before and I could feel my orgasm begin to well up my cock. Sensing my tension Angela stopped wanking my cock and once again spread her thighs wide for me.

I dropped to my knees and pulled Angela's now sticky love lip apart to reveal the pinkness of her cunt. I probed her tunnel with my tongue and heard the wicked slut groan with pleasure. I tickled her clit also and Angela rewarded me by murmuring filthy endearments to me.

As I licked her I ran my hands over the thin material of her stockings. They felt luxurious under my fingers and the shock of feeling Angela's skin at her stocking tops was sublime.

I rubbed Angela's bare skin of her upper thighs as I tongued her and then slowly pushed the tip of my forefinger into her pussy. I probed deeper into her tunnel and concentrated my efforts on her stiff clit. As I moved a second finger deep into Angela's welcoming body and moved them around she began to make the unmistakable sounds of her build up to orgasm.

Angela thrust her pelvis down, forcing her cunt harder onto my probing fingers as she groaned deeply in her throat and spasmed in the throes of her cum. She grabbed my wrist tightly and pulled my hand to her face. Angela sucked my fingers clean of her own love juices and then kissed me deeply. Her tongue forced between my lips and Angela French kissed e passionately.

I was desperate to get inside her now and I hooked Angela's legs over my arms, pulling her forward in the chair so I could get access to her cunt. I pushed my cock into her and began to fuck with hard strokes. 

Angela's big tits jiggled as I fucked my big cock into her and she scooped them in her palms and massaged herself with vigour. As I pumped into her Angela was constantly urging me on in her own style of filthy language. She was begging me to pound her cunt and to fill her with spunk as she pulled her thick nipples roughly.

In an effort to control my imminent orgasm I pulled out of Angela's pussy. My cock was once again covered with her juices and I watched more of her cream slide from her now gaping hole and slide thickly down along her arse crack.

I had just turned Angela over and had her knelt on the chair with her hot arse facing me when I heard a car door slam.

At that point Angela uttered the dreaded phrase, 

'Oh shit, it's my husband.'

The first warning we had of his arrival was hearing the car door slam. This meant we had roughly 30 seconds for me to escape. Something that was completely impossible in such a short space of time.

I had just slid my thick cock into my mature lover's slick, wet pussy when the car door slammed. There I was almost caught in the act with my cock deep inside my best friend's mother and her husband was about to walk in on us. I doubt he'd have been impressed to see his stunning blonde wife being fucked by a mere boy 24 years her junior.

I pulled out of Angela and grabbed my clothes by the armful. The only course I could take was to head straight for my friend's bedroom to hide out.

I heard the sound of voices from my hiding place and could do nothing but shit myself in fear. Obviously a man arriving home unexpectedly and who finds his buxom wife dressed like a common whore is going to be asking some pretty hard questions.

The voices faded and I was in an agony of indecision about what to do next.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened and my heart shot into my mouth as I thought I'd been discovered. I needn't have worried though it was Angela.

She was smiling wickedly as she entered the room. It was as though this was just a game and she didn't care if she got caught.

Angela pulled me from Pete's room and instead of getting me to the front door as I'd expected, she led me to her bedroom. I couldn't believe it, where was her husband?

Before I could answer any questions Angela was knelt in front of me and was trying to suck my wilted cock back to life. Then to my horror the bedroom door opened and in walked Angela's husband.

Angela just carried on sucking my cock.

The man stood for a moment and looked at the scene before him. His wife was on her knees dressed in black stockings and basque with her big tits on display, sucking the cock of a very frightened young man of 18 years.

It suddenly dawned on me that he was naked, and not only that he was sporting an erection.

It appeared that I'd been set up and that Angela and her kinky husband had this evening all planned out.

Angela's husband walked over to his wife and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her and then pushed her back onto the bed. He lay between his wife's spread legs and began to lick her already sopping pussy.

As Angela began to groan she beckoned me to her and once more sucked hard on my cock. She wanked me at the root at the same time and soon I was back to full stiffness.

After a few minutes of this Angela's husband told me to relax, it was fine and that I should lie on the bed. I did as he told me and Angela straddled me and lowered herself onto my thick cock. Her big tits were dangling in my face and so I sucked and licked her nipples whilst she slid her cunt up and down my cock. 

I gripped her buttocks in my hands and pulled her down onto me as I lifted my hips to fuck into her. The sound of our bodies slapping together reverberated around the room. I could see Angela's husband furiously tugging his cock as his wife slammed onto my thick cock shaft.

She was cursing me again in foul language and then begged her husband to stick his cock up her arse.

I couldn't believe my ears but there he was crouching behind his wife and was forcing his dick into her anus. I could feel the pressure of his cock on mine between the thin wall of skin dividing Angela's arse and cunt as he began to fuck her in that most intimate place.

Angela was a demon. She was crying out for us both to fuck her. She was forcing her big breasts into my face and then kissing me deeply as her husband clung onto her hips and pounded her arsehole without mercy. He was calling her all sorts of dirty whore names and asking her which cock she liked most. The young one buried in her greedy cunt or his in her tight arse?

Suddenly Angela's husband pulled out of her arse he stood watching and carried on pulling his cock whilst his beautiful wife came on my young virile prick.

Next Angela wanted me deep in her pussy and so she lay on her back and spread her legs for me. She was completely dishevelled by now. Her light make up was smeared across her face, her hair was matted with perspiration and her stockings and basque were smeared with all of our juices.

I pushed my cock back into the wanton slut and began to fuck her again. Her husband was close by still tugging his cock.

I changed the angle of my thrusts as I fucked Angela and I could feel what I thought was the neck of her womb touching the tip of my cock as I pounded her.

Finally I could take no more of this rampant fucking I told Angela I was going to come and she told me to push deep and let it go.

I did as she asked and as my thick spunk spat from my cock I pushed as deep into Angela as I could go. 

Spurt after spurt of my seed gushed into the woman beneath me and at one point Angela smiled and held me tight against her body murmuring that I was going to make her pregnant. I was shocked by this talk but still kept my spitting cock buried deep inside her.

As I emptied my lust into this ripe creature Angela came too and she bucked and writhed against me as her husband made it 3 cums. He sprayed his thick goo onto his wife's tits and thick drops of the stuff stained her black basque.

As I pulled out of my lover she spread her husband's spunk around her big, firm tits and licked some of it from her fingers.

When I had recovered slightly I asked Angela what she meant about being pregnant and she replied that she wanted a baby and since her husband was infertile they had cooked up this little scheme.

I was stunned by this revelation and I was dressed and leaving the house when I looked back into the bedroom to see Angela once again laying on her back, thighs spread and her husband slipping his newly erect cock into her cum filled cunt. Angela was kissing him tenderly as her husband fucked her.

I never spoke to Angela again. I saw her around town a few times but eventually I had to leave town when the bump began to show after a couple of months. Obviously my plough had planted it's seed.



Angela Ch. 02



When I woke up I was in Angela's arms and she was holding me in a loose embrace even as she slept. I let my head rest where it was on her chest and listened to her heart beat for a while. Finally she began to stir and I looked up into her face just as she opened her eyes. In that moment she was the definition of true beauty, at least in my eyes. I smiled at her and she returned the gesture as she flipped me over so that I was lying beneath her. The depth in her eyes might have scared me if I wasn't so very enraptured with her. She lowered her head and brushed her mouth gently over mine, there was no pressure or movement just a gentle brushing of her lips over my own. I twined my left hand in her hair pulling her closer and rested my right hand at the base of her neck as if to hold her in place more firmly. She giggled a little bit in the back of her throat before deepening the kiss and sliding her tongue over my lips. I moaned then and again I was surprised at my natural reaction to her. Her hands wandered over my body slowly as if she were memorizing each smooth plane and curve. As she ran her hands over me she let her nails lightly graze my skin raising goose bumps wherever she touched, I arched against her seeking whatever it was that she wasn't giving me. 

Angela shifted slightly and straddled my thigh pressing her own leg between mine as she ground her pussy against me. My breath caught in my throat as I felt the slightest hint of her moisture on my naked flesh. In the next moment I felt like screaming each time she circled her hips she pressed her thigh against me causing little sparks of pleasure to course through my pussy. 

I gripped her shoulders hard and heard her gasp at what I suspected was the shock of pain my nails had caused. Angela pulled her mouth from mine and stared down into my eyes. She clicked her tongue ring against the back of her top teeth her lips slightly parted and her breath coming out in heavy puffs. I dragged my hands from her shoulders and over her breasts pinching and rolling her nipples hard between my thumbs and index fingers. She let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a low pitched animalistic growl. Her hips moved faster as I played with her nipples. We were both moaning our hips in constant motion and our skin slick with sweat. 

Her body shuddered against mine as she climaxed, and I was right behind her biting back a scream as I went over the edge. She lay on top of me our breath mingling as we panted together. When she rolled away from me I felt the heavy air brush across the wetness she had left on my thigh. 

I shivered as after shocks raced through my body. My thighs were still trembling and I felt both tired and excited and something else too. If I'd been at all experienced I'd have known that the something I couldn't identify was fulfillment. 

Moving from the bed Angela stood and stretched. I watched her smooth muscles ripple beneath her cafe au lait skin. She turned and caught me looking and smiled at me. As I would soon find, that sweet slow smile would always send a shock of excitement racing like a bat winged butterfly through the pit of my belly. I smiled at her before sitting up and throwing my legs over the bed. I just sat there, with my back to her. I felt good for the first time in a long time, there was none of the shame that sex usually brought on and I didn't feel even the least bit used or unclean. That alone was enough to make me almost weep. 

Angela circled around the bed and tipped my chin up making it impossible not to look up into her eyes. She had startled me because I had been lost in my own thoughts When she saw the glint of unshed tears in my eyes she frowned. 

"Are you okay Mi? Oh God, did I hurt you?" 

I shook my head because I knew just opening my mouth to speak would start me to crying, and I couldn't even begin to explain everything that I was feeling. 

Before either one of us could do or say another thing Asia started screaming letting us know she was awake and hell bent on getting out of the prison that was her crib. At first Angela didn't even move she just stood there staring at me. When the child's wails grew more insistent she let go of my chin and quickly got back into the clothes she had shed earlier. 

While Angela went to get the baby I pulled myself together and got my own clothes back on. By the time the two of them emerged from the baby's room I was straightening up the bed. Angela walked out of the room with her child without a word, she returned moments later without the baby. Shutting then locking the door she leaned her back against it and stared at me. 

I was sitting on the foot of the bed looking at her watch me. 

"Are you okay?" She asked me quietly 

Standing up I crossed the room and embraced her pulling her to me hard. "Yes," I whispered into her ear as I held her. I told her over and over again until she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me back. We stood there for the longest time, neither one of us really willing to let go. A knock on the door interrupted us and Angie cursed softly before letting me go. She unlocked the door and opened it as if her intent was to tear it from the hinges. 

"We're going out to dinner now," Chloe told us. I had finally learned to tell the twins apart after weeks of living with them day in and day out. 

"We're not hungry," Angela told her younger sister before shutting the door in the girl's face. 

"The hell we're not," I said when she turned to face me. I was already trying to reach around her an open the bedroom door. 

Angie laughed at me and rested her hands on my hips. "I'll make you something to eat if you're hungry, I just want to keep you for myself for a while. Believe me opportunities to be alone like this are few and far between." She brushed her lips over mine gently and pulled back smiling. "Lets go," she told me, opening the door. 

By the time Angie and I made it downstairs, everyone was gone and the house was uncharacteristically quiet. In the kitchen Angie opened the fridge to see what we had to choose from while I looked in the junk drawer for take-out menus. Thank God for take-out because there was an abundance of food but all off it had to be filleted, roasted, fried, baked or boiled. I didn't feel like cooking or having Angie out of my arms long enough for her to prepare something. 

Once the food was ordered we decided to wait in the family room because the chances of us hearing the doorbell in her attic bedroom were slim to none especially if we were preoccupied. 

We sat on the couch making out, touching and giggling until the doorbell rang. Angela tried to pay but I got there faster than she did. She was a little miffed that I had paid but she got over it quickly. While we ate I watched her, I had a new appreciation for the shape of her lips and the muscles in her mouth. She winked at me as if she knew what I had on my mind and kept right on eating. I smiled at her and licked my lips. She put her fork down and moved closer to me. I leaned into her laying on top of her. I kissed her this time, hard and deep. Urgent too. She responded by pulling me closer and wrapping her slim fingers in my hair and tugging once gently before pulling me closer still. 

She parted her lips for me and I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She was warm and wet against my tongue and just kissing her had me open. The food was quickly forgotten as I focused on consuming her, my hands were all over her and I couldn't get enough of her soft skin or smooth curves. We undressed each other quickly and once again I placed the full weight of my body on top of her and pressed my lips to hers. Angela raked her nails over my back before entangling her fingers in my hair and tugging sharply. I moaned loving the feeling, I'd never had anyone show me the pleasure that could be involved in just a little shot of pain. Hell I'd never even had anyone work at making sex pleasurable for me. 

I moved my lips from hers and kissed her neck licking and biting the flesh there before moving to her breasts. I was mesmerized with the feel of her skin under my lips and teeth. I licked, bit, and sucked her nipples until she was moaning my name and trying to pull me closer. I was as close as I could get and still she arched against me. I ran my hand over her smooth abdomen and dipped it between her thighs. I could feel her heat before I even touched her. I placed my palm against her pussy and she moved her hips, grinding against me as she sought release. After a moment I pulled my hand away, I didn't want her to cum just yet. She spread her legs wide and begged for my touch. Her words sent a rush of excitement through me and I was more than happy to honor her request. As I ran my fingertips lightly over her slit, she tried to thrust against my hand but I pulled back again. I kept licking and biting her nipples but kept my hand still until she stopped trying to force the contact. I wasn't at all experienced but I knew I wanted to try and do things at my own pace. With her begging and moaning "Please Mi, please," I could barely contain myself, but I wanted to go slow. 

Once again I let my finger slowly and gently caress her slit and this time she barely moved. I could tell Angie was holding her breath and trying to contain herself. I slipped one finger into her she was incredibly tight even as wet as she was just then. I swirled my finger inside of her core as my tongue circled her left nipple. She was squirming but still holding back from fully bucking against the motion. Adding another finger I stroked in and out letting my palm hit her clit with each gentle stroke. She was begging again, "Please, Mi Please...," and this time I couldn't resist. I quickened my hand and pushed into her harder. "Come on baby," I said lifting my head from her chest for a moment. That was all she needed to hear. She thrust her hips to meet every single stroke of my hand and in moments she was trembling and tightening around my fingers. She screamed loud enough to make me thankful we had the house all to ourselves. I kept my hand moving even after she was spent grinding my palm against her clit while my fingers rested inside of her. Resting my head against her chest I listened to her heart beating and her breath heaving as she went over the edge again. It was the most beautiful thing I could ever remember hearing. 

I pulled my fingers out of her and rested my hand on her belly and just listened to her heart beat as it slowed to it's normal pace. Angela wrapped her hands in my hair toying with the wild sweaty locks. I was content to just lay there but it was not to be because aside from our breathing the sound of a car pulling into the driveway seemed outrageously loud. Without a word we both jumped up and began grabbing our clothes from the floor. Angela got to the stairs before me and sprinted up two at a time she was already in the hallway by the attic door when the front door swung open. I was behind her by a few paces and just barely missed displaying my naked ass to her entire family. We burst through the door and up the stairs collapsing in a fit of giggles just inside her bedroom door. I pinched her lightly on the arm. 

"Girl were you just going to run off and leave me? We aren't all track stars you know." I said 

She just laughed. "I would never run off and leave you Mi, I knew you were right behind me." 

When we could stand without laughing like two fools we got dressed, my panties were nowhere to be found which worried me although Angie didn't seem overly concerned. After we were presentable we went downstairs to clean up the remains of the take-out we'd shared and hopefully locate my missing underwear. 

We never did find those underwear, or at least I never did. 

The weekend rushed by and before I knew it, it was Monday. 

I wanted to try and stay in for at least another day but Mrs. Montonaro wasn't having it. "Mia I know it's hard but you can't let fear control who you are." That's what she told me moments before she rushed me and her first born out of the door. I was scared and angry but there wasn't much I could do except follow Angie to my car and get in. She drove us to school while I sulked in the passenger's seat. 

When we pulled up to the school she got out but I just sat there. I was so afraid for a million reasons I couldn't even name but I knew I couldn't just sit in the parking lot all day. It took ten minutes for me to work up the nerve to exit the car but I did it. Angela tried to hold my hand as we walked toward the building but I shook her off. I had way too much to contend with without bringing my orientation issues into the mix. I wasn't ashamed exactly, just overwhelmed. I mean I had just recently allowed myself to accept the truth, and I wasn't ready to tell my truths to everyone else just yet. It never even occurred to me that she was making the gesture out of friendship not trying to force me to come out. She looked at me but I wouldn't return her stare because I didn't want to acknowledge the hurt that would be in her honey colored eyes, or the fact that I put it there. Once we were inside she walked away from me. I had too much pride to call out to her or tell her I needed her for just a while longer, and she had too much pride to come back without an apology. Part of me knew she deserved an apology for the way I had brushed her off but the other part of me was truly angry with her for leaving me standing stock still in a crowd of swarming teenagers. I felt like crying but the last thing I needed to do was breakdown. I made it to my first class and sat in my seat in a daze. I even managed to exchange some idle chit chat with some of the other kids. All my supposed friends were happy to believe I'd been on vacation with my parents, and I'm sure it eased their guilt. Not one of them had called me more than once in the weeks that I'd been "gone." It didn't matter to me which caused me to take pause. They weren't my friends and apparently it didn't bother me one bit, yet I still felt the clawing internal need to be accepted by them. 

The day passed slowly but it was almost over. I headed to Social studies, truly excited to be seeing Angie after a whole day without her. When I walked in the room she was already there when I walked in the door and when she caught my eye she smiled. She'd obviously forgiven me for my earlier transgression. I smiled back and had to restrain myself from running over and hugging her. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Amber enter the room she paused and watched as I stared at Angela. Amber's gaze made me uncomfortable for a whole lot of reasons that I didn't want to look at she made me feel ashamed for wanting Angie and I hated myself for that shame. I looked away from Angela but not before she winked at me. I blushed and moved quickly to my seat. After we were seated Amber leaned over and whispered to me, "Did you see Angela wink at me, oh my God." I looked at her and just nodded even though I knew full well Angie hadn't done any such thing. 

Social studies was far more boring than I remembered but it passed quickly and I was startled when the bell suddenly rang. Angela was waiting for me but I walked right past her because Amber was already following me out of the classroom, I wanted to be the kind of person who was strong enough to say the hell with other people's hang ups but I wasn't so I walked away from the one person who had taken me from worthless to priceless. After a few moments of idle gossip Amber and I parted ways and I looked around the halls and in the parking lot for Angie but I couldn't find her anywhere. 

When I couldn't find her, I sat in my car and cried for twenty minutes before even starting the engine. I saw her not even a mile from the school walking toward her house. I pulled the car over and rolled down the window. 

"Angela I'm so sorry, please..." 

She didn't even let me get the apology out "Yeah you are sorry." She said and walked faster. 

"Angela please listen I didn't mean to..." 

"You know what Mia, go to hell okay. I didn't expect you to come out to everyone or anything but I did expect you to treat me like a friend." 

I put the car in park and got out when we were face to face I looked in her eyes "Angie...you're right I just...I can't even explain so forget it, all I know is I'll make it up to you." She relaxed a little and I could see some the anger leaving her. 

"Mi just treat me like you'd treat any other friend okay, that's all I'm asking." 

I laughed and shook my head. "I don't want to have hot sweaty sex with all my friends so I don't see how that's going to work." 

She smiled and shook her head. 

I took her hand in mine and pulled her toward the car and she followed. "I'm not in love with all my friends either." I said quietly 

Angie stopped walking and almost pulled her off balance because I hadn't expected her to pause. I had halfway hoped she hadn't even heard me because I spoken just above a whisper. When I turned to face her she was staring at me. 

"What did you say?" 

I looked away embarrassed. "Nothing," I told her turning back toward the car. She walked up behind me and turned me around and I found myself once again looking into her beautiful eyes. 

"Mia what did you say?" She was so close her voice whispered against my face. 

"I said I'm not in love with all my friends either." 

She pressed my back against the car and leaned in to kiss me. I was slightly freaked out because anyone could drive by and see us but that thought flew out of my head as she nibbled my bottom lip. When she pulled back she looked into my eyes again. 

"I love you too Mia, with my entire heart." I kissed her and then hugged her before she stepped back and walked around to the passenger's side of the car. We drove to her house in silence. I knew I absolutely loved her but I was so scared that someone would find out and then I'd be shunned. I knew even then that me loving her would hurt the both of us like hell. 

When we arrived at her house Angela and I sat in the car we couldn't seem to stop looking at each other and giggling like five year olds. We were finally able to make it out of the car and to the front door without acting like complete morons. Inside the house Angie's mother had already started cooking dinner and the whole house smelled of roasting chicken. For a moment I took pause to appreciate the sheer domesticity of it all. Angie and I literally ran up to her room after we had yelled a brief hello to her mom. 

The second the door was shut and locked we were all over each other, I couldn't stop myself from kissing her as my hands drifted over the landscape of her body. Just as I started to let my fingertips creep beneath her fitted shirt there was a knock on the door. I sighed and Angie said a few choice words under her breath as she stepped away from me and went to open the door. Her mother was standing there with Asia in tow. The little girl and her grandmother entered the room and Mrs. Montonaro asked me how my first day back had gone. Everything that had happened that day flashed through my head before I answered "Fine." She just smiled and announced that she was going to run a few errands, before she turned to leave she handed Angie something and said "I know I can't stop you two and I'm not even going to try, but don't you ever let me find out about that happening under my roof again." Then she was gone . 

When her mother left Angie turned to me and handed me the underwear that we had misplaced the day before. She and I looked at each other for a moment before bursting into fits of laughter. Asia looked up from the toy she had been playing with and stared at the two of us like we were lunatics before going back to the noisy flashing toy she had been playing with. Because the baby was in the room Angie and I made sure we kept our physical contact under control but we still caressed one another with our eyes. The way she looked at me kept me blushing and giggling, and for the first time it struck me that she wanted more from me than fifteen minutes in the backseat of some car. When I met her eyes I smiled at her and wished I had the vocabulary to convey to her how she made me feel, I realized that no one had ever made me feel cherished before, not even my parents, and now here was this beautiful girl who could touch my soul with nothing more than a quick glance. 




Angela Ch. 02



We managed to study and do homework for the next hour or two as well as keep an eye on Asia, and when our schoolwork was done we sat on the ground and played with the baby for a while. I was just as enraptured with the little girl as I was with her mother. I couldn't get enough of either one of them and I couldn't believe that they hadn't always been a part of my life. 

Hours later after we had eaten dinner and put the baby to bed Angela and I were laying together in her bed, the need to consume her had diminished for the moment and I was content top just hold her and be held in return. I know we were both a little apprehensive about getting together with a house full of people below us and silence in the air all around us so instead we just lay there whispering to one another. The darkness made quietness seem like an absolute necessity. We talked about everything and nothing at all as I listened to her heart beat. I was drifting off to sleep as she continued to talk and somehow in the darkness she could tell, maybe my breathing gave it away. "Are you tired baby?" 

"Uh-uh." I mumbled 

"Yes you are baby, go to sleep."

"Uh-uh." I mumbled again not wanting to fall asleep yet. 

"I love you." She said I could hear the smile in her voice and although there was no way she could see my lips I returned the smile. "I love you too." I said hugging her a little before submitting to sleep. 

When I awoke the next morning school didn't seem any more appealing than it had the day before but I knew I had to go. I took my time getting dressed because it was still important to me that everyone think that everything was normal. I didn't want to be a victim and I certainly didn't want to do anything to make Joey think that he had broken or changed me. 

Angela looked at me when I stepped out into her room in a hot pink shirt that said spoiled rotten across the front in darker pink lettering and a short pleated pink plaid skirt. I had paired the outfit with hot pink high heels and put on some hoop earrings for effect. She looked me over and frowned just a little when she noticed the amount of makeup I was wearing . She hadn't seen me completely made up in weeks and to tell the truth I hadn't even felt the need make myself up until now. The day before I'd been way to nervous to even think about my appearance let alone concentrate on making myself look flawless. 

"You look um...," Angie paused. "Nice," she finished. 

"Um...thanks." I said wanting to roll my eyes at her. She should have been able to sense my need to try and be who they thought I was but instead she seemed slightly annoyed. I shrugged off my own annoyance and focused on the fact that she really cared about me, besides everything between us wouldn't always be perfect. We didn't say much to each other at breakfast or on the way to school but there was no tension in the silence we shared and for that I was glad. The day passed slowly but everything seemed normal. 

It was almost easy for me to fall back into my daily routine, all of the friends who hadn't spoken to me for weeks were ready to surround me again and for my part I was willing to let them. I knew I wasn't being true to myself but in high school politics, internal emptiness was a thousand times better than loneliness, besides I was popular and that wasn't something I could just give up so easily. Joey for the most part just left me alone. If I'd been more skilled at assessing people I'd have known he was afraid of me no matter what he had told the police and his father. He knew he had beat me and he also knew I could easily ruin his reputation within the school. Like me, Joey couldn't exist without the love, adoration, and envy of others. Maybe I couldn't see it then because I just didn't want to admit the harsh truths about myself. 

Because of the type of person she was Angela never tried to push my boundaries too much at school. Maybe she knew I wasn't ready or maybe she was afraid I'd choose everything I'd always been over everything we could be. At home we were inseparable but I didn't say much to her in school. I didn't mistreat her or even allow my so called friends to verbally assault her. When Amber tried to do so once I just gave her a look and told her how childish I found such things. Because I had a more dominant personality she had always submitted to my will. She was a follower even more so than I was. In those days I could have told her to walk ten steps behind me and she would have, just because I said so. 

After my return to school, Angie and I started to have more and more conflicts at home. I continued to stay with her family because her parents didn't want me on my own so soon after an unresolved assault and in truth I was still afraid to be alone at all times. Angie wanted to take me out and I didn't want to go because I was afraid we'd be seen by someone from school. She wanted me to stop trying to be what everyone thought I should be and I wanted her to try and conform just a little. The both of us were more than a little stubborn and neither of us was willing to give an inch. Eventually she didn't want me to touch her anymore because she refused to be my secret shame. 

Mia please can't you just admit that you don't want to be seen with me and stop dragging this entire out?" she would ask me

"I'm just not ready. Can't you give me some time," I'd reply again and again. 

Finally one morning before school she told me,

"I've given you three months and you claim you love me but you can hardly even acknowledge my presence when your friends are near."

"Angela please just leave me alone will you?" I asked her as I applied lip gloss in the mirror. 

"Yes," she said calmly. "I can do that." Then she snatched up her book bag and ran down the stairs. 

"Shit." I said to no one in particular as I went after her. She was waiting in the kitchen because after all I was her ride to school. 

"Angela please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." 

"Yeah apparently you say a lot that you don't mean," she said looking into my eyes. 

We left it at that because her brothers and sisters were sitting around the table. Each of them had stopped eating and was staring at us. In the car I pleaded with her again "Baby please I just...I don't even know how to explain it." 

"Don't bother," she said, turning up the radio, making it impossible to talk without screaming.

I was worried and preoccupied in school because I was starting to feel like I had pushed her away one too many times. Even though I was upset I was still playing my role, Amber and I sat together at lunch as usual along with Maria and Chastity my other supposed best friends, but I couldn't focus on what the hell they were going on about. It was hateful gossip as usual but I wasn't really interested in it anymore. It dawned on me that I didn't like these girls very much at all but I was also afraid not to be a part of them. We were the "Mean Girls" of our school, the girls that everyone loved and hated all at once, except this wasn't some movie with a happy ending. If I walked away from who they were, and who I had always been, I wouldn't be some underdog who ended up as prom queen. I'd be an outcast and a loser. I didn't think I could handle that and I wasn't about try, being who I wasn't was far easier than owning who I was.

I was about to make some excuse to get away from them when Angela walked past the table where we were sitting, she was talking to a girl from the track team whose name I couldn't recall both of them were holding trays of food. Before I knew what was happening Amber slid her high heeled foot into Angela's path and she tripped, she didn't fall but she did stumble and spill food all over herself and the floor. I flinched and Amber made her eyes wide. "Oopsie." She said as nearly everyone in the cafeteria laughed. 

I stood up as Angela turned around and looked at her. "What the fuck is your problem you little bitch" she said to Amber as she leaned over the table. 

Amber moved back and looked a little afraid but wasn't about to show it. "It was an accident." she said with a shrug as a cafeteria monitor approached. 

Angela leaned closer and Amber actually moved her chair back "The hell it was."

"Get away from me dyke." Amber said her face. 

I could tell Angie was about to slap the hell out of her and with good reason too but I didn't want that to happen. Not because I cared much about what happened to Amber but because I knew they would suspend Angela.

"Don't touch her," I said, and when I spoke Angela turned and looked at me. 

"Afraid I'll hurt your little friend Mia?" she asked angrily. 

"What's going on here?" the monitor asked after finally having made her way to us. She was at least seventy and I doubted she could break up a fight. We all ignored her and she just stood there. Since we weren't actually engaged in a fight there was not much she could do but observe. Hell we weren't even shouting. 

"No, I'm afraid you'll get in trouble," I said. I knew she was mad because I hadn't said a word when Amber had tripped her and now it looked like I was jumping to Amber's defense. Not to mention all of the tension that surrounded our relationship of late. 

"Whatever," Amber butted in. "It's not like anyone wants her here anyway." 

I could see Angie was about to lose it so I pleaded with her. "Please just walk away." 

Again Angela turned to me. I knew I had to be there for her in a way I had never even imagined I could be. The look in her eyes told me if I didn't then she'd look at me differently and maybe even lose some of the feelings she had for me. I wasn't willing to risk even a small portion of her love and I was so glad that we had shared our feelings, because if I had been even a little uncertain of how she felt I wouldn't have had the courage to put everything on the line for her. I was willing to conform and give me up but I wasn't about to lose her. 

"Baby please, you know she's not worth it lets just walk away." She didn't spare Amber another glance but I since I was facing the girl it was impossible for me not to see the shock on her face. 

Angela took my hand and we walked out of the cafeteria together it felt like all eyes were on us and most of them were. She changed into her track outfit because it was clean, and she didn't say much to me as we sat there in the girls locker room and I wondered if she was still mad. I stood up and was about to leave when she finally spoke. 

"Mia I can't believe you did that..." She was speaking softly and I couldn't pinpoint the emotion in her voice. 

I opened my mouth to speak but she went on before I could. "I know that this is all new to you and I didn't expect..." She paused again and I noticed tears in her eyes. 

"This is going to be so hard." She said letting the tears fall 

I still didn't get what she was saying but I wanted to comfort her so I hugged her and told her everything was okay. She wrapped her arms around my waist and spoke again. 

"No baby it's going to be hard and it's going to be shitty and most of all it's going to be unfair. I never wanted to put you through that. I just wanted you to not be ashamed of me, or yourself. You should have just left it alone and not said anything." 

I pulled back to look into her eyes, "No I couldn't have just done that, I was never ashamed of you I was ashamed of me and I...I just...I don't know it's so hard to be different but I really do love you and I think you love me too. It wasn't fair for me to ask you to pretend any differently and it certainly wasn't right for me to do so." 

She gave me a kiss and wiped the tears I hadn't even know were falling from my eyes "I love you too, I don't want you to ever doubt that again. I'm sorry too, for trying to force you to be me when the only person I'd ever be satisfied with you being is you." 

I shrugged and sighed as we parted, the bell would be ringing soon and then I'd be on my own. 

The rest of the day wasn't as bad as I would have thought but it certainly wasn't good. First of all everyone was talking about us. More specifically they were talking about me. I was the center of attention and for the first time I hated it. Some girls shied away from me as if I was going to attack them, other people made it a point to "accidentally" run into me and knock my books from my hand, or shove me against the lockers that lined the hall. Twice I had to lock myself in a bathroom stall and cry because even though I'd been a observer and yes even a sometimes participant in such cruelty I had never been on the other side of it. I kept remembering that Angela had put up with this and worse for the entire school year. I wondered where she got her strength from because I also wondered why none of the adults had bothered to stop what was going on. By the end of the day I was emotionally exhausted, I wanted to cut social studies but I couldn't very well just leave Angela stranded at school and sitting in the car for forty-five minutes didn't appeal to me on little bit. 

When I got to class I saw that Amber had set her books and her purse down in the seat next to her, the seat where I usually sat. I wasn't that upset but it did hurt a little after all we'd been friends since seventh grade and although I realized I didn't like the person she had become in the past two years I knew the girl she had been before that. Still there was no time for a flashback of all the good times. I turned away from her and sat in the seat I'd been avoiding all year. Angie turned when I sat next to her. She smiled at me winked without saying a word. I spent the whole class staring at her and not paying attention at all. If I had been focused on anything except for Angie I might have noticed that almost everyone was watching me watch her. 

Class moved by more quickly than I'd thought it would, Angela and I gathered our books and left together. We were in the parking lot when some guy screamed "Mia, you fucking dyke!" I'd been hearing that all day so it wasn't the words alone that made my heart beat more quickly. I walked faster and Angela sped up to catch me I jumped in the car and she did the same. 

"Baby don't let them scare you they're just ignorant." 

I didn't say anything I just started the car and drove away from the school. I was shaking and Angie was just staring at me. "That was Joey," I told her. She nodded and clicked her tongue ring against her teeth. It bothered me that she didn't tell me not to worry about him. 

We drove the rest of the way home in silence. Just as we were about to pull up in her driveway Angela looked at me. 

"Mi can we go to your house?" As she spoke she ran the tips of her left fingers up the inside of my right leg. 

She hadn't touched me for a few months because I had been pushing her away in so many ways on an emotional level. I didn't even answer her, I just backed out of her driveway and drove down to my house. I put my car in the garage and we entered the house. After disarming the alarm that Mr. Montonaro had insisted on turning on after the incident with Joey, I got Angie the phone so she could call her mother. She dialed the number and waited while the phone rang.

"Mom it's me, some stuff happened at school and Mia and I really need to sort of talk and stuff so could you watch Asia for a few more hours?" 

Angie paused for a moment and then laughed. "Thanks mom." She hung up the phone and handed it back to me. 

"What's so funny?" I asked her.

"My mother was trippin." 

"What do you mean?"

"She said she heard us pull up in the driveway and then back out again, then she said to make sure you didn't talk me to exhaustion."

I laughed a little and Angie was cracking up "Wait girl this is the best part: she was like 'keep the windows shut to make sure the neighbors don't hear your conversation.'" 

"Damn I think your mom played us," I said when I stopped laughing. 

"I know, right ." she said. 

I shrugged "Oh well at least she's cool with keeping the baby." 

"Yeah." Angie said as she stepped closer to me. 

Because I was wearing my high heels I was a few inches taller than her she wrapped her arm around my neck and pulled me down to kiss her lips. Her mouth was warm and soft and wet and I loved kissing her again. The way she ran her tongue over my lips made me hot and a little dizzy, and more than a little breathless. When she pulled away I was slightly dazed. "Damn girl," I said.

She laughed and pulled me toward the stairs. When we got to my room she said "Wait a minute." I waited while she went into my bathroom I heard water running and then she was back. She had a dark blue wash cloth in her hand. The cloth was wet and she handed it to me. I took it and washed my face because I knew that's what she wanted me to do, then I tossed the washcloth into a mostly empty hamper in the corner. 

"Why don't you like my makeup?" I asked as I walked over to the dresser to get some moisturizer for my skin. 

"I do," she said, taking the lotion from my hands and squeezing some into her palm. She rubbed it in her hands and smoothed it over my face before going on. "I just don't want it all over the place, and besides, I love the way your face looks now. I mean...," she paused. "I don't think I've ever told you that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." 

She actually blushed after she said the words, which made two of us. She had lowered her eyes so I knew she hadn't seen the color rush to my cheeks. I waited for her to look at me before I spoke. 

"That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me." 

I kissed her again and she wrapped her fingers in my hair and tugged gently as her tongue touched the tip of mine. I moaned and ran my hands up and down her back. She was the first to pull away. She took off her shoes and her shorts then her top. She was standing there in a surprisingly feminine baby blue lace bra and panties set. I loved the contrasts and contradictions that made up who she was. I couldn't stop staring at her. She started to blush again which I thought was the cutest thing I'd ever seen. 

"Mi could you stop staring?" she asked getting on the bed and wrapping herself inside my comforter. 

I shook my head "No I really can't." I sat down and pulled the cover away from her. 

"You're gorgeous," I told her, running my fingertip over her collar bone and down between her breasts. She gasped as I kept touching her. My finger moved in a straight line down her abdomen, past her belly button and over the fabric covering her pussy, before moving back up. The whole time I was touching her I was watching her eyes. The way they seemed to get darker and deeper fascinated me. 

I moved my hand away just for a moment, I needed both hands to take the ponytail out of her hair, I didn't want to just yank it out so I undid it gently. Her hair fell well past her shoulders and I loved seeing it unbound like this. I ran my hands through her hair over and over from roots to tip and she let me, for a while anyway. I would have kept it up except for the fact that Angie had started running her hands up and down my thighs under my skirt. 

"I want you." That's all she said, hell that was all she needed to say. I stood up and took off my shirt then I started to kick of the shoes I was still wearing. 

"Keep those on." 

I raised my eyebrow and looked at her, and she shrugged. "What? I like them." 

I laughed and unbuttoned the black skirt I'd been wearing. When it fell to the ground I stood there for a moment in a neon orange thong and bra and a pair of black high heeled shoes. Then I took off the bra and underwear while she watched I picked up my clothes and walked over to the hamper and put them in. I knew she was watching my every move and I liked the attention. When I turned around she was sitting on the bed with her legs open touching herself through her panties. She had one foot pressed flat against the mattress and the other foot resting on the floor. Angie was staring at me as I watched her. She had her lips slightly parted and she was breathing faster than usual. 




Angela Ch. 02



"Come and get it," she said with a deep low laugh. I walked over to the bed and sat there facing her. 

"Can I watch you touch yourself?" I asked. The idea had never even occurred to me before I'd seen her putting herself on display for me. 

"Please," I pleaded, as my eyes drifted between her legs. Her hand was moving quicker now and I couldn't look away. She stopped for a second and I thought she was going to say no or think I was too weird or something but she just stood up and took of her bra and underwear. She walked over to the desk and pulled my desk chair over in front of the bed. She set the chair in front of me and sat in it spreading her legs and placing them on either side of my body with her feet resting on the bed. I looked at her pussy, I could actually feel myself getting wetter. I leaned back a little and rested my weight on my hands as she pushed two fingers into her mouth, when she pulled them away they glistened with saliva. she put her wet fingers between her legs and touched herself running her fingers up and down her inner lips. she used her other hand to spread herself open. She was so pink and so wet, I breathed deeply and caught her scent. She smelled so very good. She was rolling her fingertips over her clit while I watched, the both of us were breathing so deeply. When her fingers dipped lower and disappeared into her cunt she moaned. She was stroking hard and fast and I loved the sight of her fingers moving in and out of her pussy. I started to touch myself mirroring her actions. When I pushed my fingers into my own wet pussy Angela's hips started to move faster and I couldn't quite keep up with the pace she was setting. She moaned over and over again, and then her body tensed. She didn't stop the motion of her hand and by the time I started cumming a few moments later she was right there with me. 

When she was spent Angela moved from the chair to the bed and straddled my hips. We kissed and touched like this was the last chance we'd ever have. Angela pushed me back and started grinding her pussy against mine, I matched her thrust for thrust. Angela grabbed my shoulders and I felt her hands slip slightly in the sweat that was all over my skin. She had me shuddering and moaning her name over and over again as she moved her hips. 

A short while later we lay next to each other. I looked at her and smiled as I cupped her left breast in my hand. "God Angie, you really have no idea," I told her. 

She smiled and replied "Oh I might have a little idea Mi." 

I leaned down and licked her nipple before pulling it gently into my mouth and sucking. She moaned and squirmed until I took my lips away. "Do you?" I asked leaning over to lick and suck her other nipple. 

She didn't answer me as I keep switching from one breast to the other. Then I was kissing her ribcage and her stomach and licking the tiny indentation of her belly button before moving even lower. 

She had both hands wrapped in my hair and was trying to gently guide me to where she wanted me to be. I inhaled her scent, I could feel her heat before my lips even touched her and in that moment I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted anything in my entire life. I pushed my tongue between the soft flesh of her inner lips and tasted her. She moved her hips as my tongue moved up and down in hard slow strokes. She was moaning my name as I flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit then sucked it between my lips. I pushed two fingers into her easily and began to move them in and out as I sucked, nibbled, and licked her clit. I loved the feel of her moving beneath me as the smell of her surrounded me. She moved her hips faster and called my name as she climaxed. 

I rested my head on her thigh and pulled my hand from her then I listened to her breathing return to normal. I had every intention of moving up to lay next to her but somehow I fell asleep right where I was. Angie let me sleep for a half hour but then she woke me because we really had to get back to her house so that Angela could get Asia. Her mother was cool about keeping the baby but Angela took motherhood seriously and she really wanted to be there for Asia everyday after school because she never wanted the little girl to feel like she had to come second to her mother's social life. 

We took turns taking a quick shower because if we had shred a shower it wouldn't have been at all quick, then we got dressed and headed back to her house. Asia as it turns out had been fine without us which wasn't at all shocking, she was happy to see her mother but it was clear that she hadn't been longing for her. Angela picked up the baby and thanked her mother for putting in a few extra hours her mother said it was no problem at all. We hung out in the family room and did homework then I played with the baby while Angie used the computer and her brothers and sisters argued over what to watch on television. I loved more than just Angela I loved her family too. 

After dinner Angie and I went to talk to her parents about what had happened at school that day, because it was important to them to know what was going on, and because of what had happened to Angela at her last school they had made her promise that she would let them know if anyone started to harass her. Like most teenagers she hadn't been completely honest with her parents. I knew she hadn't told them about the name calling and random shoving in the halls that had been going on all year. She didn't want to worry them but more than that she didn't want to live like a victim, I understood that part more than I ever wanted too. Now though because it involved me and because we both knew that things had the potential to get seriously ugly we told them. They were mad that Angela hadn't been totally honest with them from the start but they were glad we'd come to them now. There wasn't anything they could do but support us and oddly for the moment their support was kind of enough. 

We went back to school the next day because, Angie's parents offered to try and arrange something with the school and I know they meant well but I couldn't let them do that, not because I wanted to go back but because I had to. I had decided that I wouldn't let anyone make me a victim ever again, running was nothing more than submission and worse than that, an admission of defeat. I hadn't even known that I had it in me to be that strong until I refused to be weak. 

To be continued....

Okay guys I'll let you know the 411 on this story. I thought I would post it in it's entirety but it's quite long and I'm still editing the rest of it as well as trying to tie up some loose ends. Instead of making you wait forever I decided to post this bit now and work on the rest. I'll post more as soon as I can. Thank you for reading and please remember to vote and leave public comments. D21 



Angela Ch. 02



The sleazy whoremaster and just taken her in the back yard, with his cock and with a hose. Worse, she had let him see that she was enjoying it. Now she might never get a moment's peace...

As the Master was doing up his trousers, he was telling her again to get started on her assignment. There was money in it for her and a woman waited upstairs with some items she would need. 

Rarely did she get the chance for one of the more high-class assignments. As the seamstress upstairs was fitting her into a lovely dress that would suit an upper class lady, Angela reflected on her mission:

The new priest in town was to be "introduced" to pleasures of the flesh. Somebody high up with deep pockets was paying good money to have blackmail material on the new father, who was young, new, and (apparently) innocent. Somehow unwilling to play the little games most clergy did. And it was very important to somebody (Angela doubted even her master knew) that Father Patrick learn to play.

Angela picked up a silk bag and a black stone rosary to complete her ensemble. Her skirts were heavy and rustled against her legs, making her aware of the length of them, all the way down to her dainty lady's shoes. Her bodice was laced tightly, making her breasts spill out over the decolletage. Her nipples still ached from earlier that morning, and she was anxious to shed the tight constrictive clothing. As she set out from the tavern, a few whistles and catcalls followed her. Her figure was shapely, curves accentuated by the dress. Her auburn hair was thick and unruly, but just now it was pinned up in coiled braids under a lace cap. She widened her hazel eyes and pouted out her lips in an attempt to bring her features into what she assumed was an alluringly innocent yet pious expression. Then she grimaced. She would actually have to pay attention to her role this time; a little more finesse was required than for her usual clientele of sailors, dockworkers, and ruffians. She paused by the church doors to take several breaths. She was a young high-born lady, recently come to town to stay with her uncle. She missed her daily tutoring and devotional sessions from back home and desired to continue them with Father Patrick, of whom she'd heard good report. Again schooling her features into a demure expression, she pushed open the doors to the church.

As she looked around her, she didn't have to pretend wonder and amazement. Never having been inside a cathedral before, even a small one such as this, she had never seen the beauty of the glass or the sheer height of the ceilings. She walked forward tentatively, looking about her. Then she heard footsteps. A young man was approaching her, an open smile on his face. His blond hair was curly and his expression full of welcome. She felt a pang at how young he was; surely this must be Father Patrick.

"Welcome, good lady. I am Father Patrick. How may I be of service?"

Angela realized she had been meeting his eyes for several moments now in curiosity and suddenly remembered herself. She cast her eyes down as would more befit a gentle-woman, and spoke softly, "Then you are he that I seek. I was told to ask for you..."

As she explained her "story," she took a moment to regard him. With darting glances, she noted how his glance took in her face, occasionally straying down to her bosom. His face was flushed a little, but she could see that he liked the idea of helping her with lessons and devotions. 

He gave a little cough. "I would be glad to assist. Anything to make you feel more at home here," he said, smiling sincerely. 

She allowed herself to smile shyly back at him. "Ummm, would it be too much to ask to begin today?" She let a hopeful note drift into her voice as she timidly met his gaze again.

"Ahh, well, I...I don't see why not. I have to read Scripture this evening, but I have a few hours until then...Would you like to come back to one of the classrooms with me?"

"Oh thank you, Father Patrick!" She allowed a deep breath to inflate her lungs, pushing her breasts even further out of the straining fabric. She could see his eyes looking quickly away as he turned to lead her from the central nave. As he led her into one of the back classrooms, she began removing her lace cap. His eyes widened a bit as her hair fell in waves about her shoulders. She smiled apologetically, explaining "the pins hurt my head so and I find it difficult to concentrate on my prayers." 

He nodded, looking a little dazed, and motioned for her to sit down on the bench. As he opened his Bible and started to speak, Angela interrupted:

"Father, one reason I was so anxious to begin right away is that there is a passage that last night I was reading and did not understand. I was hoping you might be able to help me."

His voice was confident and condescending as he told her he would be glad to help if she would point out the passage in question.

She took out a small bible out of her silk bag and opened it to the page she had marked before leaving the tavern. "It's in Matthew," she said. "I have been told, sir, that someday I must marry and that seems to be what this passage speaks about, but there were a few words I did not understand..."

Father Patrick, looking down at the open page, looked slightly uncomfortable. "Well," he began.

"It's this word -- adultery."

"Miss, uh -- what did you say your family name was again?"

"Oh, please just call me Angela, Father."

"Well, Angela, ahhh, adultery is...that is...well, when a husband or a wife has...er... relations...with another person. 

"Relations?"

"Umm, when they," by now Father Patrick was gesturing helplessly and his face had gone quite red. He was also having trouble keeping his eyes on the pages and not on her breasts. Angela smiled to herself.

"What about this word, here: F-For-Fornication?"

Father Patrick swallowed, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Fornication?"

"Yes, how did you say it?" 

He cleared his throat again. "Ahh -- Fornication. It means when a man and a woman go to bed together." He got it all out in a rush.

Still she pretended to misunderstand. "You mean they just sleep in the same bed? I did that with my sisters all the time!" she said with wide eyes. 

"Umm, well, it's not just sleeping...I ....well, I gather that you -- uh, they -- take all their clothes off and then...

"Oh! What then, Father?"

"Well, I..." here he was blushing furiously. Angela could tell he had his knees pressed tightly together. "The fact is, being, well, a priest, I don't know exactly what goes on..." he trailed off as he noticed her hand fanning her face, subtly leading his gaze between her mouth and the creamy mounds below. 

"But surely, Father, they teach you what everything in here means! Are you saying that Fornication is when two people get," she leaned in close, her breath teasing his ear, "naked?"

He shivered visibly. "Yes. I believe that's what it is, yes."

"Is that all?" she inquired with wide eyes, delicately biting one fingernail.

His gaze was riveted on her mouth. As she let her tongue dart out to lick her lips, he wet his mouth by reflex. 

"Well, not exactly. Then they lie down...and...Really, Miss Angela this is highly irregular!" he exclaimed, standing abruptly. Then, just as abruptly, he sat back down. But not before Angela noticed the substantial bulge in the front of his robes.

"Well," she interrupted quickly, "what about this word: e-u-n-u-ch?"

Father Patrick plainly didn't know what to do. He wanted very much to leave, but standing made his erection visible. Certainly he had had erections before, even wet dreams where he woke with his cock bursting in his robe and wet stains on his blanket in the morning. But to speak of this...and with a lady...who was just now looking dewy and ripe and soft and...he shut his eyes quickly. Well, he'd just have to explain as quickly as possible and hope she'd leave.

"A -- eunuch -- is a man without a, well, without...withoutapenis." He said very quickly.

"Without a what?" She gasped.

"A...A penis. It's the male member and a man uses it to penetrate a woman. That's fornication. A man without a penis is a eunuch." He opened his eyes to find her toying with the lacings at the front of her dress. They looked as if they were coming loose, and he thought he could see a bit of darker pink just at the center of one mound, peeking out from the fabric...

Suddenly, her eyes widened and her mouth opened. "Oh! Do you mean -- a cock?"

Father Patrick felt his own convulse as her pretty lips shaped the word.

"I overheard my sister talking once about how her husband put his cock up in her and it hurt a lot the first time but then she..."

Angela leaned in close again. Father Patrick could smell her skin as he watched her bosom rise and fall. "...she said that he did it again -- put his cock in -- and then she liked it." By now their faces were inches apart. She licked her lips again and said in a low voice, "so, do you have one? A...penis?"

By now his erection was so uncomfortable that he felt he would burst at any moment. Never before had he wanted anything so much as he wanted to take her down on the floor, push her skirts up, and 'put his cock in.' All he could do was nod. 

"So," she continued, "you're not a eunuch?" He shook his head. "And is this it?" He had hardly sensed any movement, but her hand gently enclosed the huge bulge in his robe and squeezed ever so slightly. His head fell back as a groan escaped his lips. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it was wrong, but his body had control of his mind -- and she had control of his body.

"Your cock," she asked again softly. "It seems so big...like it has a life of it's own!" She had begun to trace its outline through the rough cloth. Somehow, as she leaned further forward, one breast slipped entirely free. As Father Patrick opened his eyes unsteadily, he was found staring at the ruby nipple, hanging on her white breast like fruit. Slowly, as if in a dream, he leaned forward and gently took it in his mouth. 

"Oh!" Angela breathed delicately. Her hand tightened involuntarily on his root, and she felt his mouth go slack against her breast. "Father Patrick...I...ohhh, please don't stop!" She pleaded in a small voice and, tentatively, he started to suckle. With small motions, he moved his face against her bosom, his mouth gently sucking. She felt his tongue dart out to lick her nipple. Without removing her hand from the straining in his robe, she deftly freed the other breast. It fell against his face, and he slowly moved his mouth over to take the left nipple in his mouth. As he looked up dazedly, he caught a glimpse of her face, her lips full and red, her tongue poking out between and her eyes soft and unfocused. He had never seen anything so beautiful. 

Angela knew the time had come to move to the final stage of her plan. Still acting the innocent, she started to rock gently against the bench. She could feel her cunt, plump and juicy, slide against the hard wooden bench beneath her. One hand inched her skirt up, her knees straddling the bench. She leaned backward, taking her hand from Father Patrick's bulging crotch and touching one breast. She moaned as her fingers crept to her nipple and her hand worked her skirt even further up. "Ohhh, Father, what have you done to me? I'm burning up! Your mouth -- here, and there's an ache between my legs..."

Father Patrick could only stare. Lying straddled across the bench was a lovely woman, her dark auburn hair free and cascading down across the stones of the floor, face flushed with passion, breasts free, wet and red and juicy as she plucked at one nipple helplessly. He noticed her skirt was up past her knees, and her other hand...he gulped again. He could smell...a musky, female scent he had never smelled before. It was bewitching him. His erection, painful before, was twitching with every brush of the cloth. 

"Please Father Patrick, show...show me your cock," Angela moaned, undulating against the bench. Father Patrick, frozen between duty and desire, stood helplessly as the maiden before him sat up and reached out. His cock stood stiff as a rod as she again pressed her hand to the prodigious bulge. As she worked her hand under his robe, brushing his thigh, to softly caress his rampant erection, he moaned and moved ever so slightly closer.

Angela knew she had won, but considered that there was no sense in wasting an opportunity to enjoy herself. She moved his robe up. And up. Soon, his lanky legs, hairy and trembling, were revealed. She could see his furry balls, already tight against the base of his cock. And his cock...Thick and long, with veins standing out -- it looked so painful, she thought, and such a pity that an elegant tool such as this was in disuse ...she couldn't help but reach her tongue out to gently caress the tip of his penis. This elicited another moan. "Miss...No, we really shouldn't be... unhhhh."

She delicately closed her mouth around the head. Cupping his balls with her hand, she said softly, "Oh, Father. I never knew bible lessons could be so ...exciting. Your cock is just so big and these..." she trailed off as she filled her mouth with his cock, cupping his testicles.

"My...my b-balls..." he sighed, "lick them....please, Oh Uhn -- Angela, yes please suck..."

"What do you want Father?"

"Please suck...suck my...COCK! -- Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

And with a groan torn from his guts, Father Patrick spurted streams of hot cum into her mouth, unable to suppress his climax any longer.



Angela Ch. 03



Angela lifted her head from Father Patrick's dripping penis. As her gaze drifted over his flushed and sweating face, eyes closed tightly with mouth hanging open, a small movement in the corner of the room caught her eye. The back entry to the small classroom was quietly pushed open and she could see an eye through the crack. This must be the witness she had been paid to let find them...And he'd only just arrived. Well, she'd just have to improvise.

"Oh, oh Father Patrick," she moaned, continuing to rock against the wooden bench beneath her, "that was amazing! I just can't tell you all that I'm feeling right now! To have your cock in my mouth (Father Patrick was sinking onto the bench, breathing hard) and to feel your cum shoot down my throat..." She stopped, hoping he hadn't noticed that she had just used words a well-bred lady shouldn't know. He still looked dazed and shocked, so she thought she was probably safe. Then, her eyes slid to the front of the room with the small table with it's tall silver candle sticks and long white candles. Returning to her role, she leaned back again on the bench, moaning and writhing, overcome with passion: "Please Father Patrick, help me! I feel I'm on fire -- I, I don't know what to do..."

And Angela started unlacing her bodice completely. Father Patrick, still breathing heavily but with his cock starting to soften, looked over to see her breasts completely free of the dress, one of her hands pinching the nipples as she struggled to be free of the fabric. His eyes drifted down her ribcage, to her taut stomach, and then drifted lower. His cock, on it's way to being soft, began again to harden. 

"Please, Father, help me with this dress -- I'm so hot!" And she stood up, struggling with her petticoats, breasts bouncing and hair flying about her. Father Patrick stood helplessly and reached out, not for a lacing or a tie but for her perfect tits. His mind was on autopilot- he couldn't help himself from touching her just a little longer. Then the dress was off and he couldn't stop staring. Perfect white flesh, the nipples just a darker shade of rose. Long, slender legs, still in the rough black stockings and buckle shoes. And her rounded buttocks, shifting restlessly as Angela rubbed her legs together, seeming not to know what to do. Father Patrick felt his heat rising again. Just a slight shift and he was pressed against her, his mouth tearing at hers with years of pent up longing and frustration. He pressed his dick against her stomach through the layers of his robe and wanted...he wanted so much more.

His eyes met hers, blazing clearly for the first time since they entered the room. "Take off your robe, Father," she said in a husky voice. Let me look at your body..."

As Father Patrick reached down to pull off his robe, Angela mounted the small steps behind her and grasped one of the candles. She pulled it free, and set it against her stomach, looking at the priest from under her lashes. She began to roll it back and forth across her flesh, gradually lowering it with each pass. Now naked, his need jutting out in front of him, he stared entranced at the candle as it parted the baby fine hair between her legs. 

Angela let her knees collapse from under her, landing on the steps with her legs splayed out. She moaned as she pressed the candle into her dripping slit, just rubbing it between her plump pussy lips. Through the slits of her eyes she could see the crack in the door behind grow a bit wider, and just at her feet Father Patrick grasping his cock. "Oh God. Oh God, Angela, you're so beautiful. So...f-f-fucking beautiful..."

"Say it again, Father," Angela cried, plunging the wax candle deep into her pussy, "Ahhh -- say ...fuck..."

"Oh God Angela -- FUCK. You're so fucking beautiful. I -- uhhnn"

Father Patrick was on his knees between her spread legs, rubbing his rigid cock faster and faster. He was just whispering "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" over and over again -- and then she handed him the candle stick she'd been sliding in and out of her pussy. He took the dripping tool and bent closer, teasing her cunt lips apart with the blunt end. He pushed the candlestick in and twisted it.

Angela cried out, this time in genuine pleasure. "Oh, yes Father, do it again! Fuck me with the candlestick..."

This time Father Patrick pushed harder, shoving the candle into her tight hole, bending in closer to see it go up into her pussy. He'd never seen a woman naked before, much less a dripping wet snatch. His breathing increased even more and he stroked his own cock faster and faster.

Then Angela looked him straight in the eyes. "Oh, please Father, I know it isn't right, but I want your cock in me so bad right now. Please Father Patrick, please put it in me, I want you to fuck me with your beautiful cock!"

Father Patrick hesitated only a moment. He drew out the candle and put it aside. He crawled up so that he was sprawled out on top of Angela and closed his eyes as if saying a prayer. She could feel his cock pulsing against her leg where it rested. He put his forehead against hers. Then, he opened his eyes, looked deep into hers, and thrust it into her brutally. She convulsed with the shock of his deep penetration, but he did not give her time to adjust. He couldn't help himself -- it was the first time his erection had been inside anything but his rough blankets. 

A groan was torn from his throat as he drove into her over and over again, "Oh God, Angela, God this feels so fucking good I just want to fuck you again and again I don't even care anymore please just let me fuck you forever Ahhh, God -- I'm cumming -- 

"Ohhh, Father, yes Oh YES, I want you to cum in me, OH GOD!

For all his inexperience, the priest's orgasm drove her over the edge, and as her body shook with the spasms of her climax, she could feel him spurting hot cum into her pussy, helplessly jerking between her legs with his orgasm. 



Angela Ch. 04



As Father Patrick lay heavily on top of her, his cock still twitching in her dripping cunt, Angela opened her eyes to the sight of another priest coming up behind Father Patrick's prostrate form. His eyes were blazing with lust and there was a sizable bulge in the front of his robes, but his expression was sly and triumphant. 

"So, Father Patrick, at last we see just how pious and perfect you truly are. Fornicating with whores in the sacristy....what will the Bishop say, I wonder?"

Father Patrick whirled around, his barely softening cock pointing straight up at the Rector's face. The rector's eyes were fixed on his pulsating member, and Angela saw his adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed.

"No! Please, Father -- you can't tell! Really -- it was just an accident!"

Father Patrick was panicked and reached for the Rector's robe. Angela lounged naked among her torn garments to watch the show. Her part was over, she had done what the contract stated and could technically leave at any time. Instinct told her, however, that things might just be getting interesting. 

"My boy, an accident? You can hardly expect me to believe that with what is obviously," the rector glanced at Angela, "a highly trained professional. I have been listening at the door for some time now and it is obvious that you have...unprecedented knowledge of the flesh. No, as regrettable as it is, your actions must be reported to the proper authorities...."

Father Patrick paled. "But -- I swear this was only -- well, um.... Father, is there nothing I can do?"

The Rector smiled.

"Well....perhaps there is something you can do. I make no guarantees, but it might put me in a more...forgiving frame of mind..."

"Yes! Anything! Whatever you say, Father, I'll --I'll do anything. " 

"You can suck my dick," the older priest hissed as he pushed up his brown robes, revealing a massive tool. What a pity these gorgeous cocks are wasted on the clergy, Angela mused. 

Father Patrick recoiled, but Father Anthony grabbed a handful of his hair. The lips of the kneeling junior priest were mere inches from the jutting spike of his superior. 

"You said anything," Father Anthony reminded his penitent subject. "Now suck me, you whore-loving pussy."

Father Patrick hesitated a brief moment, and then he shut his eyes in defeat. He leaned forward ever so slowly and closed his lips over the head of Father Anthony's cock. 

This can't be happening. This morning I was a virgin, and now I've fucked a whore and I'm sucking another man's cock. I'm just a depraved beast. I can't even say that I'm hating it.

It was true. As his lips moved farther down his superior's shaft and he gave the cock in his mouth a tentative lick with his tongue, he found the combination of Father Anthony's groans and the taste of another man's prick intoxicating. Earthy and tangy. Hesitantly, he reached up and began to cup the older man's balls, just like Angela had done with his.

"That's right, you arrogant son of a bitch. Not so high and mighty now that you're on your knees sucking a fellow priest's dick. Yes, suck it, bitch. You like that don't you?"

Father Patrick's saliva was dripping down Father Anthony's stiff pole. So red and hot and angry, just like Father Anthony. 

"Now," the rector raised one arm and pointed at the overturned study bench, "bend over that, boy -- No! I didn't tell you to put on your robe, did I? Now do as I say!"

Father Patrick's face was a deep red, but he did as the rector commanded. With his palms flat on the stone floor and his legs sprawled over the edge of the bench, his ass waived in the air irresistibly. 

Without a backward glance at the naked Angela, the rector stalked over to the bench, rolling up is sleeves. Father Patrick glanced nervously behind him as the Rector's hand came down sharply, cracking against his buttocks. He gasped with surprise and squirmed a little.

The rector's voice dropped to an intimate whisper. "Oh, yes, I'll make you squirm alright. You'll be begging for it by the end my friend."

And his hand came down again. SMACK! This time Father Patrick couldn't contain a groan. Again and again the rector spanked the young priest, reddening his buttocks as they waived in the air. Then, suddenly, he stopped. Father Patrick continued to undulate his ass back and forth with the pain, eyes closed tight with humiliation and...well, an entirely foreign sensation. Not pleasure really, but...anticipation. He wanted to open his eyes and look at what the rector was doing. He could just hear some quiet sucking noises. Then, he felt the rector's hands on his buttocks again. Only this time, they gave a steady pressure, grabbing each ass cheek and rolling one against the other, kneading the tender flesh and pulling the round globes apart. Father Patrick was mystified. What could this mean? Was this merely a ruse to make him believe the spanking was over? 

And then he felt it. Just a tiny brush of a fingertip. Between his ass cheeks...the rector was putting his finger on asshole! Father Patrick tried to jerk around, but at the first movement, the rector grabbed a fistful of hair with one hand and smacked Father Patrick's ass with the other.

"You'll just keep quiet and do as I say, boy," he hissed, putting his index finger back in his mouth. "Just keep still and everything will be just fine..."

"But -- "

"You, whore, come over here and suck his cock. I want him to discover just how much he's about to enjoy this."

Angela did as she was bid, even though her assignment was technically complete. She was eager to see how things played out. As she knelt in front of the prostrate priest, she could see the sweat dripping down his face and throat. 

As Father Anthony continued his slow invasion of his subordinate's virgin asshole, Angela contemplated the lad. The tight blond curls of hair darkened as they made a path down his abdomen and around his penis, but the downy fine hairs of his chest and legs were the same golden blond. His tight body was trembling with reaction and anticipation, and his full lips were open in an O of pleasure/pain.

Angela worked her hand slowly up and down his hardening prick. The older priest behind Father Patrick had worked one finger up into his asshole, and a predatory gleam lighted his eyes as he surveyed his captive. Bent over a prayer bench with his legs spread wide and his cock being expertly sucked, the younger priest's ass was fully displayed for Father Anthony's pleasure. And as he worked his finger slowly around, he even heard a faint moan. 

Feeling near the edge himself, Father Anthony orchestrated the final stages of his plan. "Girl, get up on the bench now. He's going to fuck your pussy while I ream this tight ass of his for the first time."

Angela complied. She spread herself beneath Father Patrick, whose glassy eyes and open mouth signaled his complete surrender to what was happening. A hand on his subordinate's neck, Father Anthony guided him over the ripe young woman spread on the bench, pussy still dripping from earlier. As Father Patrick slid his prick into her waiting snatch once again, he sighed deeply. So much had changed since just this morning. This morning he'd been a virgin. Now he was fucking a whore while an older priest made him suck cock in preparation of being ass-fucked. 

And what an ass-fucking it was. It hurt of course, at first, but as Father Anthony's stiff pole bottomed out his rectum, the young priest had to admit to himself the merits of what he was experiencing. 

"Yesss, boy, that's right. Take my prick, take it all up that fine ass. You like my cock in your ass don't you?" "Yes, Father Anthony," Patrick panted, "I want your strong cock fucking my ass from now on!" 

"So tight...unnngggg..." the older priest grabbed the slim hips of the man in front of him and pounded in and out furiously, pushing Father Patrick's cock deeper into Angela's pussy with every thrust.

"Oh, God! Oh, fuck, fuck fuck, AAAAAAAAAHHHH."

And Father Patrick could hold back no longer, feeling the fine cock saw back and forth across his prostrate and the steaming spunk of his superior shoot up his ass, he let go for the third time, ropes of cum shooting into from his cock into the stuffed pussy beneath him. 

Breathing hard, the young priest collapsed onto Angela's chest, feeling filled and emptied at the same time. 

Father Anthony withdrew from Father Patrick's leaking asshole, and gave a pat to the reddened and abused ass, whispering in Father Patrick's ear how glad he was to have reached an... understanding.