Chapter 7
Half an hour later, Angela languidly opened the door and blushed hotly to see her mother carrying a supper tray, which the latter set down on the girl's worktable. As she was about to leave, Mary Carruthers looked back and said coldly, "When you've finished, set the tray outside and then take a bath and go to bed."
"Yes, Mother. Oh please, Mother - " Angela faltered, wanting to reveal her unhappiness and beg her mother's forgiveness.
But her mother went out, closing the door behind her without another word.
Angela sat down with tears welling in her gray-green eyes and began to eat. Her healthy, voluptuous young body, however, demanded its due and she ate ravenously in spite of her despairing frame of mind. Obediently, when she had finished, she set the tray on the floor outside, then closed her door, took off the skirt, blouse, bobbysocks and loafers and took a shower. She energetically soaped her thighs and belly and her firm, tilting breasts. But she was cautious not to rub her still smarting ass-cheeks too hard.
When she finished she looked back at herself in the mirror. She blushed to see that the faint pink hue left by the hard spanking still persisted. It served to remind Angela of her two unjust chastisements in a single day and the wicked things she had been forced to do. It seemed to her that whatever her faults, she had been more than thoroughly punished, but she still could not comprehend why her own father and mother had turned against her and taken Father Edmund's part. Perhaps she ought to have actually told them what it was he had done to her after he had heard her confession, but the tradition of respect for her own priest was so strong that she knew she couldn't have dared to do that. Maybe if she got a chance to see Betsy alone, her chum might have some explanation of why all this was happening to her ...
When she had finished the shower, Angela put on a yellow cotton shortie nightie which descended to the middle of her long, sleek, satiny thighs. Then, feeling very woebegone, she crawled into bed and turned out the little lamp beside it. It was earlier than she had gone to bed since she was ten, but her mother's explicit order had left the menacing hint of further spanking if she disobeyed. At last, her mind jumbled by the inexplicable things that had been happening to her and not finding a solution to her countless questions, Angela finally fell asleep - an enchanting picture of forlorn innocence, her black hair tumbled over one soft, tearstained cheek, lying or. her left side, an arm flung out as if in supplication.
But it was not a dreamless sleep. Somehow, Angela found herself walking down a dark narrow street faced on each side by empty buildings whose black windows stared down at her. She heard herself calling out for her father to come guide her. Out of nowhere, a black-robed figure appeared, his face in shadows, and took her by the wrist and led her slowly into one of the deserted buildings ...
Angela sat up, perspiring, her heart pounding wildly from the nightmare. Slowly, she got out of bed and went to the bathroom for a drink of water. Her throat felt dry and her head throbbed with a headache from the fright the strange dream had caused. Then, out of an impulse she couldn't explain, she walked into her closet. The mumble of voices came faintly to her. With a gasp, she very carefully dislodged the chunk of plaster and peered through the hole in the wall into her mother's bedroom.
Angela's eyes widened and she came fully awake. Father Edmund in his black robe was seated in a chair and, on the bed, their backs to her, sat her father and mother. Her father had on just his bathrobe and slippers and her mother wore a black lace-trimmed satin slip. Her father's arm was tightly round her waist and his other hand was cupping one of her full breasts.
"Did she tell you anything, my dear Mary?" she heard Father Edmund ask.
Mary Carruthers giggled.
"She didn't dare tell everything, Father. Oh, you should have seen that cute little bitch try to weasel out of the spanking I gave her bare hind end! She said you took her into the sacristy and did things to her, Father. Isn't that killing?"
"A most delightful and naive child, your daughter." The priest chuckled softly. "But her body is that of a woman, as I'm sure you both know already."
"That it surely is, Father." Fred Carruthers spoke up, winking at his wife and putting his free hand in her lap to press against the plump mound of her pussy. "I think this hurry-up course in, shall we say, sexual education is paying dividends. It was right clever of you to think of it, Father Edmund."
"Not at all. It's certain to pay dividends for all of us, if we keep her off guard and constantly faced with new penances. Most refreshing of all is her absolutely unspoiled innocence. Her mind, you see, is so sheltered that these things come as a great shock which she can hardly accept or believe, and each new time they occur to her will make her react that much more delightfully."
"Then you think, Father dear," Mary Carruthers spoke up eagerly, "that if Fred and I make her do naughty things against all her previous teaching, she'll have to obey because she's been brought up to be an obedient daughter ?"
"Oh to be sure. And she will go on confessing and struggling with herself at her own surprising reactions each new experience. You see, my daughter, this struggle will enable all of us to control her and shape her into servicing our desires. Of course I needn't remind you again of the vigilance we must all show in her regard. That is why I urged you to take her best friend Betsy into your confidence, Fred."
"Yes indeed, Father." Fred Carruthers grinned lecherously. "I'm sure glad I took your advice. That sexy little redhead is even livelier than Angie when it comes to making a man get hot nuts - if you'll pardon the vulgar expression, Father."
"I must investigate that child's proclivities myself, I'm thinking," the priest smiled.
Suddenly he sat erect in the chair, and put a finger to his lips.
Angela, who had heard all this with growing disbelief, had suddenly tried to put the chunk of plaster back into place, only to drop it with a noisy thud on the closet floor.
"What is it, Father?" Mary Carruthers asked, arching her plucked eyebrows.
The black-robed priest had put his finger to his lips, and now, tapping them, shook his head.
"Just a minute, I want to see something." He moved closer to the bedroom wall. "Ah, I begin to understand a good many things. Would you look at this?"
Fred Carruthers followed the priest to the wall, and then swore under his breath.
"Why the little bitch! So that's how she saw you and Mary, is it now!"
"Exactly, my son. I think we had better pay her a little visit."
Angela had scurried back to bed and pulled the covers up to her neck, trying to pretend that she was fast asleep. The door was flung open and Mary Carruthers led the way, with Fred and the priest behind her.
"Sleeping, is it!" Fred Carruthers sniffed. "Wake her up, and we'll soon get to the bottom of things!"
"With a hairbrush this time," Mary vowed grimly as she bent to the bed in the darkness. "Well, Fred, turn on the light. Use your brains!"
"Gently, my daughter, we must all be calm," Father Edmund sanctimoniously urged.
The table lamp was turned on, and Angela lay on her left side, eyes closed, holding her breath. Mary Carruthers looked back at her husband and the priest, then drew back her right hand and delivered a mighty swat against the delectable posterior shaped out by the covers which Angela had drawn tightly up against herself.
"Owww !" the teenager squealed, rolled over, and slipped out of bed, rubbing her bottom and looking scared and tearful.
"Take a look in the closet, Fred," Mary Carruthers commanded.
"Look at this!" her father exclaimed, holding up the telltale chunk of plaster. "There's a big peephole in there, and she must have seen everything the afternoon you called, Father!"
"Come along with me, young lady," Mary Carruthers righteously ordered as she urged her unhappy daughter with several stinging, forward-driving slaps of her right palm against the tender bottom which the thin nightie hardly protected.
"Owww, oh please, Mother. I'm going, I'm g-going - oww ! It hurts!" Angela sobbed, as her mother led her into the adjoining bedroom.
"Now then, Angela, you're going to tell the truth for a change," her mother declared as the priest and her father faced the trembling girl.
With this, she lofted the nightie to bare the still vividly reddened oval buttocks, and, applied two vigorous spanks, one to the ripest curve of each velvety buttock.
"Owww! Oh please don't spank me any more, Mother!" Angela wailed, trying to twist loose.
Her mother dragged the nightie over the girl's head to blindfold her. Angela cried out as she felt the front of her nubile young body exposed to both her father and the priest. She tried to pull the nightie down.
"Hold her hands, Fred," Mary Carruthers sharply ordered.
He at once complied.
Mary Carruthers inflicted half a dozen noisy slaps on Angela's weaving, wriggling naked behind.
"Tell the truth! Were you spying on us through that hole in the closet? Answer me, young lady, or I'll have your father use his belt! Answer me!"
"Ahrrr - oww - yes - yes. I did look through there, but I couldn't help it. Please stop, Mommy!" Angela pleaded, trying to swerve this way and that, in order to avoid the barrage of stinging slaps which restored all the original fires of her earlier spankings to her satiny bare behind.
"A shocking admission, my misguided daughter." Father Edmund approached the almost naked young sufferer, his eyes detailing the heaving turrets of her pear shaped titties, the sweet dimpled niche of her bellybutton, and the thick silky black bush which marked her bewitching young maiden cunthole. "To spy is a detestable practice, my child, and it calls for severe penance."
"A good sound thrashing, Father?" Mary Carruthers eagerly proposed.
"No, my dear daughter. As you can tell, she has already been punished in that childish way. But since she aspires to learn what her betters and elders are about, it is only fitting that she be initiated into all the mysteries. Now, as you know, I was the first to introduce her to the devious pleasure of gluteal penetration. There remains, I should say, the oral and pelvic areas - "
"Er - not quite, Father," Fred Carruthers broke in with an apologetic cough. "You see, just before supper, Angela learned how to use that talkative mouth of hers."
"A pity. But then, she still has her primal purity."
"That's true, Father." Fred Carruthers nodded, winking at his wife, who continued to keep hold of Angela, her other hand patting the cringing bare seat of the sniffling and now really terrified young girl, while her father grasped her wrists in front of her and greedily stared at her bared titties, belly and cunt. The nightie remaining draped over her tearful, scarlet face as an effective blindfold.
"Then I think it would be quite appropriate for the child's dear mother to prepare her for the supreme mystery," the priest gently suggested.
"Father!" Mary Carruthers blushed and looked down, with a girlish little giggle.
"Go on, Mary, I'm dying to watch you at work," her husband muttered. "Here, I'll get Angie ready - off comes the nightie so we can all see our sweet girl ready for her first night of love!"
Angela at once clapped both hands over her pussy and huddled there, tears glistening in her eyes and staring aghast at the trio who surrounded her.
"What are you going to do to me? Honest, I didn't mean to spy - the plaster fell out and - "
"Forget the plaster, my child. You have come of an age when you are to become a woman. I know, inside your mind are all sorts of questions and you are afraid to ask for answers. But from now on, I promise you, all will be made clear to you. Let your mother instruct you, my child," Father Edmund said soothingly.
"You do what I say, young lady, or I'll let Father Edmund whip you himself," her mother threatened.
The naked young girl could only throw herself on their tender mercies.
"D-don't spank me any more, I'll do whatever you want, Mother," she sniffled.
"Now that's a good girl. All right, go lie down on the bed, dear," Mary Carruthers purred as she began to pull off the black satin slip.
Angela's mother stood naked except for a white satin-elastic garterbelt with tabs that hooked to the tops of beige nylons. Her sandals, she kicked off and, preening herself before the two excited male witnesses, ran her hands appraisingly down her body. Her soft pink skin was warm and youthful. Her figure, though lush, was still capable of arousing desire, as was at once indicated by the glitter in the eyes of both the priest and her husband, as well as the sudden surging of their organs. Then, with a soft little laugh, she moved to the bed, clambered onto it and, turning on her left side towards the trembling naked teenager, who still kept one hand tightly pressed against her pussy and used the other arm to shield her rapidly surging breasts, murmured, "Now, Angela dear, Mommy forgives you. Be nice and turn over and kiss me and promise to be a very good girl now."
"Oh, Mommy," Angela whispered, her eyes tightly closed, her thighs instinctively clenching, "not - not in front of Daddy and - and Father Edmund. Please, Mummy!"
"Obedience to one's parents is the sure way to the kingdom of heaven, my child," the priest said.
His face flushed and his eyes glowed and narrowed as he studied the two contrastingly enticing naked females on the wide bed.
"Do you want your father to take his belt to you and Father Edmund too, Miss?" Mary Carruthers sharply whispered back. "Now you just roll over and face me and behave!"
There was no help for it. With a tremulous sigh, the teenager docilely complied, though she kept one soft trembling hand protectively clamped over her one remaining maidenhead. Her blushes swept to her temples and ears as she felt her mother's hands cup both her titties and squeeze them lovingly.
"What darling tits," the opulent blonde matron huskily murmured. "If I were a man, I'd eat you up, Angela love! Now put your arms round me and give me a nice, sweet, obedient kiss to show Father Edmund what a well behaved girl can do. Quickly now, no sulking or arguments, young lady!"
Remembering all too well the stinging fury of the leather sole against her still tender bottom, Angela falteringly obeyed. Her left arm tentatively circled her mother's waist as she proffered her soft little mouth. Keeping her eyes shut she kept her right hand clamped over the thick black fronds of her bush.
Mary Carruthers sighed sensually as her mouth fused with Angela's. Edging forward, she mashed her round, lush titties against her daughter's firm satiny pears. Her plump thighs merged against the lithe slim satiny columns of Angela's flexing, tightened thighs and her hands moved to cup the girl's titties and squeeze them lasciviously. Her thumbpads prodded Angela's coral nipples till they began to turgify and palpitate with tumescent awakening. Feverishly, the naked young captive moaned, "Ohh, Mommy, I-I'm so ashamed. Don't let them watch. Please, Mommy, please."
But Mary Carruthers was imbued by the fierce lust of a perverse incestuous excitement. Ignoring her daughter's last poignant appeal to spare her final virginity she said, "Shut up and kiss me nice, Angie, or I swear I'll spank your bottom raw."
Fitfully shivering at the warm concupiscent feel of her mother's naked body against her own, poor Angela comprehended the harsh reality which uprooted all her past scruples and swept aside even conscience. The menace of physical suffering overcame her innate chastity. With a sob, she abandoned herself. Her mouth opened to accept Mary Carruther's moist hot, prolonged kiss and she gasped as she felt her mother's tongue dart expertly inside. Her right hand moved around to squeeze the girl's flinching, still reddened bottom. Her left hand kneaded one firm tittie. Mary Carruthers began to woo Angela as if they were both dedicated lesbians.
"What a beautiful sight, to see such tender concord between mother and daughter, my son," Father Edmund muttered to Angela's father, who had stealthily sneaked his right hand inside his bathrobe and was delicately frigging himself, taking the swollen head of his prick between thumb and forefinger and performing a gently "milking" action back and forth which made the dark, angry veins knot and bulge against the tautly drawn skin of his erect shaft as if ready to burst through.
Mary Carruthers' hand clamped over the huddling oval buttocks of the shivering naked brunette, right over the sinuous cleft which led the way to that first hymen which had fallen sacrifice to Father Edmund's potent manhood. Her left hand glided over the girl's belly, only to encounter the trembling little hand clamped so despairingly tight against Angela's apprehensive quim.
"Take that hand away, young lady, and feel my tittie," she hissed into the girl's ear. "Do what I tell you to, or you'll be sorry!"
"Oh, M-Mommy, I feel so ashamed," Angela groaned, tears running down her scarlet cheeks.
Timidly she lifted her shielding hand to her mother's swelling ripe-round tittie and patted and caressed it.
"Mmm, that's right, dear. Now just do what your mother says, and you'll be fine," Angela's mother coaxed. Her voice was trembling with excitement as, pressing her palm hard against Angela's quaking bottom, Mrs. Carruthers began to frig Angela's soft, pink cuntal lips with her left forefinger.
At the first sly rub of her mother's fingertip against the twitching petals of her cunt lips, Angela's naked body jerked convulsively, her eyelids fluttered open. With a choked, horrified, incredulous "M-Mommy - ohhhhh - " she announced her awareness of the salacious maternal caress.
But her mother's palm, bridging the quaking hillocks of her tender behind, pressed even harder as Mary Carruthers wantonly ground herself against the olive-sheened nakedness that had emerged from her own ardent womb. Stifling Angela's new outcry with a sucking, hot, eager kiss, Angela's mother began to tickle the rims of Angela's cuntal lips round and round till at last she attacked the budding clit and rolled and pressed it back down into that soft virgin pussyflesh.
Wildly conflicting sensations seethed through the teenager's flesh. Her breath quickened and she felt her mother's tongue again delve between her parted, trembling lips, she clutched both her mother's heaving round lush titties as a drowning man clutches at a straw for safety and surrendered herself to the multiple lewd urges that began to permeate her young flesh. Angela's hips jerked spasmodically as her mother's finger, with scienced feminine understanding, plied her clit with quick little touches and rubbings. As the two men watched, it seemed as if Angela's lithe bare hips were jerkily executing a kind of coital rhythm. The front of Father Edmund's black robe was obscenely thrust out at the region of his crotch, and Fred Carruthers had by now opened the folds of his bathrobe to give his agitated, swollen prick free rein as his left hand now cupped the gnarled hairy sacks of his testicles and stimulated him to the monumental moment which lay ahead and to which all these preliminary scenes had been but artfully contrived prelude.
Beside herself from the cumulating wave on wave of hot thrilling lasciviousness that surged through her thighs and loins, Angela had twisted her scarlet, contorted face away from her mother's and had begun to gasp out, "Ohhhahh - M-Mommy - oooh - ahhh - ooohh, Mommy d-dear, ohh, ahhh !" in the most tremulous and vibrant tones, music which stirred the excited male onlookers to furious anticipation.
"Now put your hand on my pussy and tickle me the same way, honey," Mary Carruthers hissed into the trembling naked girl's ear.
Her forefinger flattened the throbbing nodule of Angela's wakened, tingling clit and her other forefinger slyly slipped into the shadowy groove between her daughter's well spanked bottom globes.
Angela moaned and squirmed, but her mother's finger nudged the puckering dainty pink lips of her asshole, making her jerk forward till her titties flattened against Mary Carruthers' heaving round breasts. Her skin was prickled and rippled by constant neural fluxions, the hot waves of sensuality spreading throughout her wakened young nervous system. Angela's left hand fondled one of those maternal mammaries from which she had drawn nutritive suck in infancy, her other hand stole down her mother's belly to the abundant dark blonde bush which ran from the lower abdomen down and round the perineal groove, some soft sprigs fleecing her mother's plump asshole.
"Ahh, that's it, dear. Frig me," Mary Carruthers moaned, her tongue darting between Angela's lips again, her two forefingers playing both Angela's cunny and asshole with frictioning caresses.
Shuddering, half-dazed by all the conflicting new sensations churning inside of her, the raven-haired teenager gasped and moaned as her forefinger began to frig her mother's fleshy cuntal lips. The girl's intuitively apt touches had been instilled in her by her own onanistic knowledge long before her first day and night of wakened and shared passion.
"Ooooh, yes, honey," her mother squealed as Angela's finger began to waken her own frantic lusts. "Rub my button too, honey. Ohh, you precious lambie you!"
To reward her naked daughter for her obedience, Mary forced the tip of her forefinger in between the tender, shrinking lips of Angela's quaking asshole and worked it in to the knuckle.
"Ohhhh Mamma - ooohh, what are you doing to me - ohhhh?" Angela's voice rose into a sobbing squeal as her asscheeks contracted violently, seeking to expel the profaning digit.
Then, in an excess of sensual excitement which entirely dispersed all her already waning inhibitions and made her momentarily forget that her own father and the priest were avidly watching, her naked body merge in lesbian cohesion with her mother's. Angela thrust her finger deep into Mary Carruthers' vaginal sheath and her own quivering pink tongue into her mother's mouth to rub frenetically against the blonde matron's flickering tongue. A galvanic current of sensual electricity glued the two naked females together. Mary, with a sobbing groan, linked her free arm round the girl's waist and energetically rolled her over atop her.
"Rub your sweet little pussy against mine, baby," she exhorted Angela in a slurred voice, making her imbedded forefinger work back and forth inside Angela's no longer maiden asshole.
Aroused as she was already, the lovely naked young brunette began to feel tingling pleasure in the distension of her narrow young rectal sheath. Her pussy ground against her mother's in a convulsive wriggling spasm which activated her entire body. Her mouth glued to her mother's, their tongues rapiering back and forth in a hot duel of desire. Her own right forefinger returned to Mary Carruthers' cunt. Digging and rubbing wantonly about, her other hand squeezing one of her mother's swollen breasts, Angela began to rub herself like a cat in heat over her mother's carnation-tinted naked body.
"A glorious vision, is it not, my son?" Father Edmund hoarsely asked of his conspiratorial male aide, putting his hand down to pinch his bulging ramrod through the black robe as if to bid it be patient till the moment had come - though judging from his glittering eyes and flushed face, the time was imminent.
"That it is, Father," Fred Carruthers agreed in an unsteady voice, his gleaming eyes followed the gyrations of Angela's reddened oval buttocks as the girl rubbed herself to and fro against her mother's welcoming loins. "Don't forget to suck her and get her ready for me, Mary girl!" he called.
"Wait a bit, Fred honey," Angela's mother panted, "I'm so close, I want the sweet bitch to cream me down. Just be patient, darling!"
"It's hard to do that when I see what's there on the bed. So make Angela finger your clit off," the raven-haired girl's father instructed, beside himself with impatient lust.
"Angie, sweetheart, put your finger on my little button. That's a darling," Mary Carruthers passionately pleaded, arching herself to the lithe naked teenager's wriggling body which ground pussyhairs to hairs and chafed the already moistening lips of her mature and avid cunt.
Her own forefinger remained imbedded to the hilt inside the girl's bottom-hole, working in and out up to the tightening ring of agile sphincter muscles. Angela, moaning and trembling feverishly from the siege of her girlish emotions, had been drawn past the Rubicon of inherent modesty and chastity. A fiery wave of passion suffused Angela's loins, hardened her dark young nipple buds.
With a sobbing groan, Angela probed with her finger till it prodded the blonde matron's well developed clitoris. She began to ply it with frantic rubbings and rollings.
Mary Carruthers, moaning aloud now in her approach, began to buck and thresh under Angela, clamping her pink thighs over the girl's. She glued her mouth to Angela's as the supreme moment grew upon her.
With a prolonged, raucous cry, Angela's mother announced the fruition of her arousal, her head lifting over Angela's bare satiny shoulder, her eyes rolling and humid, the soft ripe mouth gaping in her proclamation of shattering climax. Her body threshed so wildly that she nearly unhorsed her lithe, young rider. Then, in a slurred, husky voice, she told Angela to roll onto her back.
The naked girl did so, her face flushed, her beautiful hard-tipped titties rising and falling in violent turbulence as she sprawled back, the ruffled black silky bush between her widened thighs drawing the hypnotically fixed stare of both furiously roused men.
At once Angela's mother got to all fours and crawled between Angela's quivering thighs. Bowing her head as her fingers gripped the teenager's sleek bare hips, she began to tongue her daughter with loud sucking moist sounds as lips and tongue merged in an oral adoration of the young virgin temple of Venus.
The sensation was so unique and powerfully compelling that Angela uttered a shrill "Ohh !" and arched her loins up till her pussylips fairly mashed her mother's avidly attentive mouth. Angela's soft, little hands clenched into fists. Her face twisted from side to side, contorted and scarlet with frantically aroused emotions. and her bare toes curled eloquently to describe the sweet bliss-torture her virgin cunt was undergoing. Fred Carruthers came closer to the bed, pinching his prickhead with right thumb and forefinger to hold back the violent urge to burst forth all his essence. The priest himself moved to the foot of the bed, gripping the board with both hands till his knuckles whitened as he lost not an iota of the exciting scene which combined lesbianism and incest in the most exquisitely titillating way.
"Is she close, is the sweet little bitch close, Mary?" Fred groaned, his eyes feasting on his daughter's heaving titties and on the restless way her raven head turned back and forth on the rumpled pillow.
"Yes - oh Fred, she's got the juiciest, sweetest little pussy I ever tasted. Just a little bit more and she'll be ready for her daddy," the blonde matron gasped.
Her hands slid under Angela's tossing buttocks to control the sobbing, frantically wriggling naked girl as her tongue jabbed at the burgeoning clit, pressing it back into the tasty, soft, pink love-flesh. Angela uttered a wailing cry, lunged with both hands for her mother's head and twisted her fingers into Mary Carruthers' blonde tresses, lifting up one bare knee and swinging it hugely to one side.
It was too much for Fred Carruthers.
"That's enough, Mary, she's ready as she'll ever be for her first fuck!" he panted, flinging off his robe and clambering into bed.
Reluctantly his lush, blonde wife moved away on her knees, her hands cupping and molding her swelling round titties as she watched her husband prepare for Angela's final maiden martyrdom, that transfixing transition which would turn Angela from chaste teenager into sage young woman knowing all the triple ways of man's pillaging of her maidenheads.
"Baby, you don't know how long I've wanted to do this to you," he moaned as he settled himself over the squirming naked girl, his hands gripping her shoulders to prevent her escape, his bony prick rubbing against her velvety inner thigh, then prodding her soft, thick bush.
"Wait a sec, Fred lover. You don't want to get the sweet little bitch into trouble," his wife chided, leaning over to the night-table, opening the drawer and taking out a package of French ticklers, one of which she swiftly extracted. "Here, I'll put it on for you, honey. After tonight, I'll put Angie on the pill and then you can enjoy the feel of your great big hard dick packed tight in her sweet little pussy! You too, Father, I'm sorry to say."
"Of course, my daughter. I shouldn't condone getting the obedient little darling into trouble," Father Edmund sententiously offered, trembling with impatience for his turn.
With a muttered oath of frustration, Fred Carruthers knelt while his naked blonde wife crawled to him and, giggling softly, bent her head to apply a kiss on his throbbing prickhead. Then she fit the flesh-toned rubberized condom with its loops and whorls along the shaft and the tip over the edifice of his furiously turgid spear.
"There. Now it'll tickle Angie ever so sweetly when she feels it all the way past her cherry, Fred lover," she urged him.
During this pause in the proceedings, Angela had raised her head, staring with glazed, widened eyes at the trio of carnal conspirators whose plans it had been to entrap her into the sacrifice of her sweet innocence. But by now the uncontrollable tremors that raced along her trembling naked thighs, the tingling neat which could be seen as her coral cuntal lips palpitated and twitched from the skillful tonguing Mary had inflicted, and the dark stiff points of her lovely nipples announced that by this moment only the concerns of her fully awakened young, ardent flesh imbued her now.
Angela saw the French tickler, like a second skin stretched tautly over her father's prick as he knelt before her, then lowered himself onto her. She put a hand over her eyes and turned her crimsoning face away. She had just seen Father Edmund's contorted, intense face staring at her from the foot of the bed, and, most shocking of all, observed that he had cast aside his black robe and was naked save for shoes and socks! His prick was even larger than her father's in breadth, though hardly any longer. The glans seemed more oblong than pointed as her father's was. Feverish curiosity now entered into Angela. For the first time, she was witnessing the male penis in gigantic readiness as it prepared to immolate her maidenhead on the altar of lust!
"Be gentle with the sweet girl, Fred dear," Mary Carruthers huskily whispered, remaining on her knees at the head of the bed and to the left of this thrilling conclave.
Her left forefinger was buried in her moist pink cunt. Her right hand tenderly and narcissistically caressed one of her heaving breasts. Her eyes were fixed on Angela's face with a kind of poignant envy and tenderness, as she herself comprehended out of maternal instinct how monumental this moment truly was for lovely young Angela and recalling her own very first girlish initiation to the onus of the male prick.
"I will, Mary. I will, don't worry. Now, Angie baby, put your arms round your daddy and hug him tight," Fred Carruthers huskily urged, his hands avidly kneading Angela's panting pear-shaped titties.
Timidly Angela obeyed, keeping her eyes shut. But this was out of a new kind of modesty. What shamed her was being seen by Father Edmund. Irrelevantly, the thought flashed into her distracted mind of how she was going to be able to confess what was going to take place to this man who had discarded the garment of the priest-confessor.
However, Fred Carruther's overweening passion interrupted this reflection, for he had pressed the tip of his sheathed prick against the moist twitching pink cleft of Angela's tender cunt. She uttered a startled gasp, lifting her head, while her fingernails dug into her father's sinewy shoulders. Her thighs tensed, for she had no knowledge of what demands this first-time ordeal would make upon her untutored flesh.
Thoughtfully her father muttered, "Relax, baby, I'll take it slow and easy. Just you hold onto Daddy and kiss him hard if it hurts the least bit!"
With this, he fused his mouth on hers. At the same instant he thrust forward the tip of his weapon, prodding the resilient membrane of her hymen. Angela started at the faint twinge which signified that her virginal days were virtually at an end. Her thighs instinctively clenched and her fingernails scored his upper back as her eyes widened and rolled, questioning him. But the feel of his maleness weighing down her quivering, satiny naked body was a thrilling and new sensation. It occupied her during this prelude to the breaking of her cherry, thus sparing her the mental anguish many another less enlightened virgin would have experienced.
The spankings after her having witnessed the priest and her mother and then Betsy with her father, during both of which eavesdropping episodes she had masturbated to achieve relief from the feverish tensions these scenes had provoked in her tender young pussy had attuned her, whether she realized it or not. Now her mother's oral and lingual preparation of her pussy for her father's priapic distension and conquest had brought her step by physical and sensual step to the abyss from which there was now no turning back.
Fred Carruthers slid his hands under her bottom, gripping the firm satiny warm cheeks with greedy triumph, tasting his daughter's flesh and prepared himself. Taking a deep breath and wanting to spare the quivering young naked girl as much pain as was possible, he drew back, then thrust forward. Angela's startled cry was muffled by his mouth, which followed hers as she tried to turn her face this way and that as he tightened his grip on her jerking, bucking, weaving bottom.
The hymen had given way. With another edging dig, Angela's father felt himself totally absorbed, deep inside his own daughter's narrow and now unmaidened cuntsheath. With a groan of delight, he immobilized himself, feeling the quaking contractions of Angela's vaginal walls. Under the swift, hot spasm of momentary pain, the naked girl had flung both legs over his, straining him to her. Her fingernails were raking his back, leaving bright pink weals to attest to the involuntary shock which she had experienced. Her eyes were feverishly widened, staring at him. He felt her hot breath fan his face, as he thrilled to the nibbling and kissing her cuntwalls were applying to his impaling spear, a feeling which threatened to make him burst violently, and it took every ounce of will to hold himself back from that premature catastrophe.
Slowly drawing back to the very brink of Angela's soft, moist cunthole, her father slowly forced himself back in to the balls. The naked girl whimpered, "Ohh, Daddy - ohhh - "
Her arms locked around him with a feverish urgency as she closed her eyes. It was as if she had abandoned all save the intensified guidance of her own wakened young body and determined to learn all the nuances of what fucking was truly like. Her face had a rapt look to it and her eyes were closed. Her nails scrabbled at his perspiring back as he shifted himself in her warm saddle, enjoying the spasmodic clutchings which her vaginal walls inflicted on his probing prick.
Her mother, meanwhile, devouring the spectacle, continued to frig herself and to cup and fondle her breasts, each in turn, while Father Edmund, gripping the bedrail with both hands and without moving, stared with a fixed and unwavering rapture, his thicker penis erect and jiggling with frenzied arousal.
Then Angela's father began to fuck her with consistent, regular cadence - pulling back to the brink, hovering there a moment as she squirmed, then shoving back into the balls in an unbroken, rhythmic penetration. The whorls and knobs and curlicues studding the French tickler had begun to do their work. Angela moaned fitfully and writhed, sometimes raising her knees in the air and swinging them to and fro clenching them together, then yawning widely as if wanting to taste the finite sensation which his perforation of her maiden cuntsheath was procuring her wakened young loins.
But his own excitement at watching his wife prepare his own daughter for conjugal consummation told against Fred's powers. Quickening his lunges, Fred Carruthers began to thrust in and out of Angela's cunt with jerky movements, panting and gasping like a fish out of water as his self-control ebbed away ... and then with a last desperate shove, impaling her to his balls, he uttered a yell of ecstasy and sagged over her sprawled naked body.
Now Angela had her own forbidden secret - she had lost her cherry to her own father, before the eyes of her mother and her priest!