Chapter 8
As Fred Carruthers, exhaling a contented sigh of fulfillment, rolled off his daughter's sprawled naked body onto his side, Angela's opulent mother, clad only in her garter-belt and beige nylons, hurried to the bathroom for a wet towel and returned to sponge Angela's unvirgined pussy. Then she opened a decanter of brandy, poured a generous portion into a snifter glass and held it to the trembling, naked girl's lips.
"Take a good sip, darling," she said. "It'll bring back your color and your strength ... how does my sweet girl feel, now that she's a woman?"
"All - all r-right, M-Mommy," Angela whispered, as her mother put an arm round her shoulders and helped her sit up.
Then she blushed as she saw her father lolling on his side near her, grinning at her. Her eyes scanned his limp penis in its condom-sheathed diminution.
"Oh my g-gosh !" she gasped, realizing the full immensity of what had just happened.
"Does it hurt any more, honey? Here, take another sip, it'll do you a world of good," Mary proposed.
"N-no, not anymore ... it did a little at first, when ... when Daddy broke ... inside me ... you know," Angela whispered, her face flooding with embarrassed scarlet.
Again she had just seen the naked priest standing at the foot of the bed, devouring her with avid, glittering eyes.
"That's my girl. But it'll be all over now, you'll see, sweetheart. And you'll be able to have lots of fun with all of us. Tomorrow you'll start taking the same pill I used to keep from having babies," Mary Carruthers avowed. Then, giggling, as she glanced at Father Edmund, she said, "Excuse me, Father."
"Quite all right, my daughter," he hoarsely rejoined with a chuckle. "When I'm visiting the closest friends I have among my faithful flock, I don't stand on the strictest ceremony."
"Thank you, you're so understanding, Father. That's why Fred and I knew it would be all right to work this little gathering out, of course. And now, after the child has rested a little, Father, I'm quite sure you'll be very pleased with her."
"I know I shall. After all, we're not exactly strangers, my daughter," the priest winked knowingly.
"That you're not, Father," the opulent blonde matron giggled again. "Here, I'll finish the brandy. Ahh, that hit the spot. Now, Fred dearest, shall we have a little fun? It might encourage the dear child to be more at her ease with Father Edmund."
"Great idea, Mary girl." Fred Carruthers grinned lewdly. "Just wait till I go to the can and take this raincoat off and put another one on - oh, that's right, I won't need it, will I, with you?"
"Yes you will, darling. I'm just dying to feel what a French tickler does to a girl, and you only just bought them, Fred Carruthers," Mary teasingly responded. "Be off with you and hurry back. I don't mind admitting I'm the least bit sexy after all this. Angela, dear, are you rested now?"
The raven-haired girl nodded. Her mother had propped up two pillows behind her head. Angela wriggled back so that her head might rest on them. She could thus glance down at her own nakedness. She could see that the black thatch of her bush was moist and fluffy, thanks to her mother's sponging her off. The lips of her pussy smarted just a little, but there was also a wonderful glowing feeling inside of them ... and even in her bottomhole, where her mother's finger had widened the tract first ploughed by Father Edmund's massive cock, a gently throbbing sensation seemed to make her want to squirm and twist about even though she knew the priest was looking right between her long bare legs. The fiery glow of the brandy she had sipped added its own aura of well-being.
"Good. Then I'm going to let Father Edmund come to bed with you, dear. But don't be afraid. Your father and I will be right beside you, to help if you've the least worries. I'm sure dear Father Edmund loves you just as much as we do, sweetheart," Angela's mother gushed as she lay down on the other side of the bed.
By this time, Fred Carruthers had emerged from the bathroom, grinning at the sight of his wife and daughter lying naked on the bed. His dormant penis began to stiffen all over again, thanks to that dual inspiration. He took one of the condoms on the night table and fitted it slowly on his cock, while his blonde wife, propped herself up on one elbow and watched with an excited smile, her free hand slyly stroking her lower belly and from time to time brushing the thick dark-blonde curls of her luxuriant bush.
"Here, Father, help yourself," Fred Carruthers called as he tossed the condom packet to the priest.
Father Edmund slipped off his shoes. Turning his back to the bed, he swiftly adjusted one of the French ticklers onto his swollen penis. Then naked but for his socks, he sat down on the edge of the bed nearest blushing Angela and reached out a hand to stroke her bare knee and said gently, "Now, my child, this will not be in penance, but of your own free will. Isn't that so, dear Angela?"
Angela glanced nervously at her mother and father. Mary lay back, knees well up in the air and spread, reaching her arms out to the man whose stiff penis had conceived Angela some fifteen years earlier.
Fred Carruthers ran his hands lingeringly down the insides of his wife's thighs, then tickled her fleshy moist cuntal lips. Mary looked at her blushing daughter.
"Don't be bashful, darling. You're a woman now, just like me. But with your good looks and youth you'll be attracting handsome men like Father Edmund for many years more than I shall. Invite him to come into your arms and between your lovely long legs."
"If you want to, Father Edmund. I-I guess it-it's all right," Angela stammered, now that the fateful moment had come.
With Daddy, it was one thing. But she was blushing almost down to her rapidly swelling titties at the thought of having the priest do it to her while Daddy was doing it to Mother.
"I'll be very gentle with you," Father Edmund murmured thickly as he edged closer to the naked young brunette, his hand caressing the inside of her right thigh, descending to the knee and back upon the velvety smooth surface of warm naked flesh. Angela's eyes fixed on his roving hand and little tremors raced up and down her bare legs and made her catch her breath and her heart beat faster.
She glanced at her naked mother. Fred Carruthers had bent his head to implant a noisy kissing salute to his wife's plump cuntal lips. At once Mary pulled him up to mash his hairy chest down against her swelling titties as he drove his condom-snugged prick deeply inside his wife's vaginal sheath.
"Ohhh, Fred, it's lovely!" the blonde matron moaned, eyes shining and very wide. "I know why they call them French ticklers now. Oh, give it to me hard, darling! Angela, make Father Edmund happy with you, dearest! And if you want, you can hold my hand while he fucks you!"
"F-fucks me, Mummy?" Angela naively repeated.
"Ahh yes, darling. That's what we say when a man puts his big cock into a woman's pussy. Oh Fred, don't hurry. Work me up. I'm just so randy I can't help myself!" Mary feverishly moaned, distracted by her husband's quick in-and-out maneuvers inside her ardent cunt.
Father Edmund had mounted the bed and was on all fours looking down at the shivering, blushing, naked teenager, trying to force a kindly smile to his trembling lips.
"My child, put your arms round my neck and kiss me sweetly," he softly urged.
Closing her eyes and unable to stop blushing, Angela meekly obeyed. As she felt his mouth come down on hers, she also felt the rubber coated hard length of his prick rub along her belly and groin till at last the tip prodded the silky bush of her cunt and found the dainty orifice with unerring aim, then slipped just inside the narrow lobby. She jerked fitfully at the tingling sensations which her second fucking had kindled all along her young vaginal chasm.
"Is she nice for you, Father?" Mary Carruthers looked at the priest with humid, dilated blue eyes, her legs now tightly locked round her husband's hairy calves as she supported the full brunt of his weight with his prick hilted inside her churning cunt.
"Ahhhh, she's - she's exquisite," the priest panted as he carefully lowered himself over Angela, who, keeping her eyes very tightly shut, had docilely linked her supple, satiny arms round his neck, while leaving her thighs passively parted to grant him access.
His mouth now merged with hers. Angela learned at once the difference in male kisses. Her father's had been harsh and exacting, selfishly lustful, whereas the priest's lips were almost as soft as a woman's, gentler, more insinuatingly suave, moist and tender. He seemed to suck at her mouth as if quaffing nectar, as a bee might honey from the petals of a budding flower.
As he kissed, Father Edmund's prick slid slowly in till at last Angela gave a little gasp to realize that he was burrowed in her to his very balls. The sensation of stretching and its resultant friction against the sensitized mucous membranes of her vaginal walls began to rekindle all the singular titillations which at first had made her a little frightened because of their intensity, but which now she began almost to anticipate because of the warm delicious glow that throbbed all through her being.
"Hold my hand, darling," her mother crooned, extending her right hand out to the naked girl.
Angela nodded, blushed more hotly than ever, and groped with her left hand till she found her mother's fingers and interlocked them. The priest, meanwhile, kept up his soft suctioning kisses while his well-manicured hands stroked her quivering sides and hips and thighs, gradually learning the voluptuous young glories of her young svelte satiny body.
His surprisingly gentle movements considerably eased what pangs might have remained from the initial rending of Angela's virgin cherry; also, psychologically, his compassionate appreciation of her lovely, nubile, young naked body lessened her anxiety. Undoubtedly the presence of her parents beside her did much to diminish her confusion over committing what surely must be mortal sin ... for Father Edmund had always preached thunderous sermons on the evils of the sins of the flesh ... and surely, were these things she was obliged not to do? But the pressure of her mother's fingers bade her forget such considerations. And besides, as Father Edmund continued to push in and out of her tender young cuntsheath with no apparent greediness to hasten his own climax, Angela began to sense infinitely complex new sensations which were entirely those devoted to the gratification of the flesh.
Her right arm locked round his shoulders. His left forefinger slipped down to tickle the rims of her cunt and then to find the adorable little bud of her clit and press it lightly. Angela gasped with undisguised pleasure at this thrilling contact. For a moment she opened her gray-green eyes to stare into his flushed, smiling face.
"Am I hurting you, my sweet child?" he muttered.
"N-no, Father - "
"What a lovely, affectionate creature you are, Angela! How grateful I am to your wonderfully intelligent parents for permitting me to aid you in your maturity," he unctuously praised her, all the while his fingertip rubbed her burgeoning clit.
"Oooh - Father - it - it tickles so much when - when you do that," she confided in a tremulous, husky tone that enchanted him with her delicious naivete.
"Then I shall do what pleases you, my child," was his panting reply as he silenced her with another soft, sucking prolonged kiss and began a slightly quicker in and out passage inside the narrow confines of her churning young cunt.
Angela was feeling the convulsive squeezes of her mother's fingers. Fred Carruthers, a finger imbedded in his blonde wife's contracting asshole, was thrusting in and out as if his very life depended on it. Mary's face was flushed and taut with the nearness of her yearned-for climax.
"Ohhhh, Fred, it's so good - ahhh - oooh, try to hold out all you can, darling! Ohhh, Angela, is Father Edmund making your sweet pussy happy too?"
"Y-yes, Mother. Oohh - "
The priest, remembering his first glorious knowledge of the delectable teenager's maiden charms, had slyly pressed another finger against the shrinking rosette of her asshole, whose tight and constricting measure his swollen prick had first taken to begin this unforgettable day of maiden sacrifices to the urges of the male flesh. Angela's hips arched up, her eyes opened very wide, and her fingernails clawed at Father Edmund to announce the sudden burning, throbbing urgency which now began to gather in the innermost recesses of her being.
"Ohh Fred, now, now, shoot it into meee." Mary Carruthers suddenly squealed as a vigorous hilting of her husband's swollen ramrod clashed their bellies together.
His forefinger worked in to the knuckle inside her quaking anal canal. She tore her hand away from Angela's, grabbing for her husband's shoulder, and glued her mouth to his as, shifting her nylon-sheathed plump thighs, she bucked and ground herself madly to him to draw forth the earthquake of hot come.
With a cry of rapture, Fred Carruthers announced his time had come and his wife simultaneously rocked and twisted with him, jostling Angela and Father Edmund in the fury of the their mutual release. This seemed to incite the priest to accelerate the pace of his thrusting inside young Angela's throbbing cuntsheath. As his finger worked in and out of her sensitive young asshole and the other forefinger returned to rub her hardened little clit, Angela was shaken by a mighty wave of sensuality.
Her head flung back, her hands clenched into fists, she began to pound at his back as the spasms came upon her ... with a groan, the priest quickened himself and dug to the hilt, then stiffened and almost sobbingly called out his rapture: "Ohh, my daughter, my sweet daughter, give yourself fully now. Ahhh - ohh, Angela, my daughter, my darling - ohhhh !"
His mouth sucked one of the girl's pink-tipped nipples as he gave up his essence. Angela felt the convulsive jet which the skin-tight thin condom withheld from her womb and yet manifested itself in the thrilling surge along the sensitized walls of her cunt. Then sweet hot darkness rolled over her and she unknowingly threshed and arched to her father-confessor as her very first womanly climax ended the most instructive, unexpected and thrilling day in all her tender young life...
Mary and Fred Carruthers tenderly relinquished their embrace and the blonde matron got off the bed and helped the priest resume his black robe while her husband hurried off to the bathroom. Father Edmund was not unappreciative of her more mature charms, judging from the way his hands cupped both her big round titties and his lips merged with hers in a kiss of gratitude.
"My,daughter, I am profoundly grateful to you for this hospitality and this way of becoming, as it were, a part of your intimate family. Rest assured, I shall continue my guidance of dear little Angela, and we shall be in close communication, never fear."
"Thank you, dear Father Edmund," Mary blushed and lowered her eyes like a schoolgirl. Slyly she reached out to give his still stiff cock a loving squeeze of farewell through the thin black robe. "We'll all see you in church tomorrow, then. And perhaps you'll have supper with us tomorrow night?"
"It will be my pleasure. Ah, the little darling looks asleep ... I fear today has been a trying one for her, but it has ended most happily for all concerned."
"Oh, yes, Father. A good night's sleep and she'll be her radiant self in church tomorrow. Good night, Father."