Chapter 9

Fred and Mary Carruthers lifted their naked, exhausted daughter and carried her tenderly into her room and put her to bed. They went back to their own bedroom - this time, Fred Carruthers' room - so that their precocious only child would have no chance to eavesdrop again. Soon they were renewing the ardent cohesion they had begun while the priest was bringing Angela to her initial girl-come.

A good night's sleep sufficed to restore Angela's vitality. When she woke with a yawn and stretched her arms up in the air, Angela blushed to remember vividly all the things that had happened to her the day before. Glancing at the little alarm clock beside her bed, she realized it was time to get up, get dressed, have breakfast and then go to church.

She put on her white cotton dress with a modestly low skirt that fell to her upper calves, flesh-toned nylons which were rolled over elastic garters, a new pair of panties and matching bra, and her white slip, then her best pumps, and was combing her hair before her mirror when the door opened and her mother, in a blue satin housecoat, brought in a breakfast tray.

"Good morning, darling! How do you feel? Did you sleep well?"

"Fine, Mommy," Angela murmured, turning and rising respectfully, but she couldn't help blushing furiously as her mother's blue eyes intently scanned her.

"My, how lovely you look for church today, dear! I fixed you your favorite breakfast, pancakes and scrambled eggs. That's because you were a good, obedient girl last night. Take your time. Your father and I will eat, and then we'll walk over to church. I'll call you when we're ready to leave."

"Thank you, Mother," Angela quavered as her mother beamed, then left the room.

The lovely teenager discovered that she was ravenously hungry, hardly realizing that ardent copulation has that tendency to create the craving for sustenance ever to override the twinges of conscience. At her tender age, Angela could scarcely have heard the old Latin proverb of "Post coitum animacule triste est" (all animals are sad after coitus).

Half an hour later, the Carruthers family occupied one of the front pews, for Fred Carruthers contributed a large tithe and was proud of his support of spiritual values. He beamed as the handsome priest stood in the pulpit and preached a sermon on the danger of the sin of pride, pointing out that it was through humility alone that man could save his soul from perdition.

Angela listened attentively, her face downcast and meek, though at moments when she raised her eyes, it frequently occurred that Father Edmund was looking straight down at her. Once Angela thought she saw the ghost of a smile flicker over his soft, sensual mouth. Twisting her fingers in her lap, she felt herself blushing and hoped her parents wouldn't notice.

When the services were over, her parents lingered to congratulate Father Edmund on his sermon and to remind him that he was invited for supper at six o'clock. Angela stood behind them, still twisting her fingers nervously and lowering her eyes with a demure modesty that went well with the lovely white attire she had donned. As they were ready to leave, Father Edmund turned to her. With a benevolent smile, asked, "Did you like the sermon, my child?"

"Yes, Father. It-it was very nice," Angela mumbled, her face flaming.

"She listened very attentively, Father," Mary Carruthers beamingly put in, giving her daughter an admonishing nudge with her elbows in the ribs. "You can explain it some more at supper, as I know Angela is dying to learn all she can about obedience and humility - aren't you, darling?"

"Oh, yes, Mother," the brunette teenager hastily rejoined.

Father Edmund took her hand and squeezed it.

"It delights me, my child, to see that one so young is already impressed by the homely virtues of doing good. I shall be happy to explain the parts of my sermon to you after supper tonight at your house, my child."

The Carruthers family walked home, with Fred expatiating on the uplifting sermon that had been preached, to which his wife put in an admiring, "Oh, yes, Fred, he's a fine upstanding man, such a credit to the faith!"

Angela kept silent, but now in the cold light of reality and broad daylight, the young girl began to ponder over all that had taken place, and for the first time, soberly, counter-questions began to pose themselves in her mind. Mostly, it was about the evils of the sins of the flesh, a topic which had formed the theme of several of Father Edmund's most glowingly eloquent sermons in the past. And then the confession: she had been made to do penance for the sin of playing with herself and of watching naughty things being done by others. Yet it was very strange that Father Edmund himself had, last night, praised her for doing some of those very things right in front of her parents, to say nothing of what her father had. done to her in front of Father Edmund and apparently with his blessing. It seemed to be a glaring contradiction, and yet to whom could she turn to question the right or wrong of all this, if not her own parents and the priest? It was all very puzzling, and Angela begant to have misgivings about her conduct throughout this Easter vacation weekend.

Perhaps if she had a chance to see Betsy all alone and talk things over, girl-style, she might find out about some of the things that most puzzled her. For one thing, of course, how it happened that her father had known Betsy well enough to make her do naughty things with him, and even like them.

It was a little after three when Angela awoke from her nap, having slept in her bra and panties. Since the weather continued to be warm, she tugged on a pair of jeans and a blue polo shirt, slipped on a pair of yellow anklet socks and her loafers, and left the house. Her parents were in her father's bedroom - she discovered this by the simple means of peering through the crack in the closet wall and seeing that her mother's bedroom was empty.

At Betsy's front door, she rang the doorbell, and in a few moments Betsy herself opened it. Her red-haired chum was wearing black satin pajamas and mules. Angela's eyes widened with surprise. She hadn't known that Betsy had such a fancy, expensive pajama set.

"Is it all right if I come in, Bets?" she asked warily.

"Oh, sure, Angie! My aunt's out of town. She's going to stay with her cousin for at least another week, so we can have the whole house to ourselves."

"Betsy, where did you get those terrific jammies?" Angela wanted to know as she followed her friend to the latter's room.

"That's a secret," Betsy giggled, looking back and winking broadly. "It's for sure my aunt didn't buy them for me."

"Oh come on, Betsy, tell me," Angela childishly persisted. Then, as a flash of intuitive cunning seized her, "I'll tell you a secret if you'll tell me yours."

"Oh? Well, we'll see. Come on in."

Betsy opened the door to her bedroom, and Angela gulped as she remembered how she had tiptoed down the hall to this door and found it just ajar and seen her own father doing things to her best friend.

"Now then, what's on your mind, Angie?"

"I-I just wanted to come see you, that's all, Betsy."

"Uh uh. You wanted to tell me a secret, didn't you?" the redhead prompted with a teasing little smile.

"Maybe - but what about your telling me how your aunt let you wear those snazzy jammies - "

"Mmm ... I just might, if you'll tell me your secret first," Betsy countered, sitting tailor-fashion on the bed and regarding the raven-haired teenager with the look of a cat that had swallowed the cream.

"Promise, word of honor, you won't ever, ever tell, not anyone, not even in church?" Angela begged.

Betsy made the sign of the cross over her left breast, enticingly outlined by the cling of the green satin pajama tops.

"Uh huh. Now tell," she urged.

"Well," Angela took a deep breath. "I-I saw Father Edmund - and - and Mommy - they were in bed together Friday afternoon, when he came to visit us. There's a hole in my closet and I-I watched. Oh, Betsy, I couldn't believe it - "

"Why not?" to Angela's stupefaction, her red-haired chum drawled, "he's a terrific looker, you know that, and the girls just about cream in their panties when he gets up close to them."

"But-but-he-he's a priest, Betsy!"

"He's a man too. Hmm, is he ever!" Betsy giggled, rolling her eyes as if to suggest firsthand knowledge. "Did you tell on him?"

"I tried to tell my folks - only - then - oh my gosh, I'm so mixed up, Betsy. You have to help me!"

Betsy reached out a compassionate hand and patted the brunette's flushed cheek.

"Relax, Angie. Sure I'll help you. Tell me everything now."

"Well," Angela took another deep breath, her face flaming. Averting her eyes from her friend's now intent gaze. "I went to ask Daddy what I should do, and - and he had had lots of drinks, I guess, and he - he tried to feel my legs and my titties."

"That's all? And you were scared? You big silly!"

"Oh no, there's lots more! Yesterday, when I went to confession, he - I mean Father Edmund - took me into the sacristy and he sp-spanked me. And then - then he did the same thing to me he did to M-Mommy !"

"You mean he fucked you, Angela?"

"Ohh, Betsy!" Angela was red to her dainty earlobes.

"Well, did he?"

"Yes. But he did it to my - my b-bottom !"

"Oh, that's buggering, then," Betsy wisely declared with a sly giggle. "Did it hurt the first time, Angie honey?"

"Yes. Sort of - only he - he tickled my pee pee spot and - "

"You mean your pussy or your cunt, don't you? Then say so. And I'll bet he tickled your cute little clit, your button too, didn't he, Angie? Come on. If you want to know where I got my jammies, you have to tell me everything!"

Shamefaced, the raven-haired teenager nodded, still looking down at the bed so as not to encounter her friend's mockingly amused stare.

"Well, well. So little Angie isn't virgin any more, is she? And what else happened?"

As she spoke, Betsy calmly began to take off the pajama tops. She was naked to the waist, her ripely developed titties swelling voluptuously as she preened herself, her hands stroking the back of her head and eying Angela with a taunting look.

"B-Betsy!"

"So what! I'm showing off my titties! Now, why don't you slip off your things and let's get comfy, and I'll tell you my secrets too," Betsy proffered as she wriggled out of the pajama bottoms and flung both garments to the floor.

Angela shivered at the sight of the thick, dark-red fleece between her friend's palecreamy thighs and the pouting, dusky aurolae that centered Betsy's lush young breasts. The aura of lascivious mystery began to permeate her against her will and at last, blushingly, Angela slipped off jeans and polo shirt, remaining in bra and panties and anklet socks.

"What else happened at your place?" Betsy at once insisted.

She began to stroke her pussy and the insides of her plump thighs.

Angela's eyes fixed on that soft roving hand and her blushes intensified. Trying not to look, she stammered, "When I got home I wanted to tell Mother. She scolded me for getting my dress all mussed and - and then she spanked me awfully hard - and - and when I went to Daddy to find out why I was being punished for nothing, he - he paddled me too and then he - oh, Betsy, I don't dare tell!"

"You can't stop now. If you do, I won't ever tell you my secrets. So there! Come on, Angie, what did your daddy do?"

"You promise you won't - "

"I said so, didn't I? Come on now!"

"All right - he made me kiss his - his thing - "

"His prick or his cock, don't you mean? Is that what he made you do? And did you, Angie?" Betsy excitedly pursued.

Angela was dying of shame to have to recite these salacious facts so openly, even to her best chum.

"Yes ... but oh please, don't you ever breathe a word to anybody. I know it was wrong. But he made me. Oh, what am I going to do, Betsy?"

"But that was Saturday, huh? And that's not all that happened yesterday, was it, Angie? Come on, don't hold anything back. Aren't I your best chum?"

Against this pitiless logic, Angela Carruthers had no recourse. Desolate and abandoned as she now felt herself, it was vital that she retain at least Betsy's friendship and aid.

"No. Lots more," she breathed, half-fearful of revealing the rest.

"Well?"

"Then I took a nap, and when I woke up, I could hear them talking in Mother's room. And when I looked, Father Edmund was there too. And then - then they came in and took me into the room and - Daddy had me - after Mother had used her m-mouth on my pussy."

"She sucked you and got you hot for a fuck, isn't that right? A real fuck with your daddy's cock in your little cherry pussy, right?" Betsy remorselessly turned the dagger in the wound.

"Y-yes," Angela moaned, blinking her eyes rapidly to clear them of the tears. "And then Father Edmund - he - he did it to me too. And I heard them say they were going to keep me and use me as their - their slave girl. All of them, Betsy. What am I going to do?"

"My goodness, you had a terrific sexy day, Angie!" Betsy heartlessly giggled. "Only, there's one thing you forgot, isn't there?"

"I-I don't think so," Angela innocently shook her head, her cheeks still flaming.

"Oh yes there is. Didn't you come over here after you peeked in on your mommy and Father Edmund and didn't you stand right outside the door here and watch me?"

"OHHHHH ! ! ! BETSY!!! YOU ... YOU KNEW?"

"Uh huh, I sure did. And so did your daddy too, you naughty little frigger you. Don't think we didn't guess you were tickling your pussy till you came. And you did, didn't you Angie?"

"Oh Betsy. But how - how did you get to know Daddy?"

"Silly little bitch. How'd you think I got these jammies? Uh huh, your father's had a yen for my snatch ever since he met me, only it took him long enough to get around to making a play for me. Look at you. Your mouth's gonna catch flies if you keep it open so long!" Betsy giggled, for Angela's mouth was gaping and her eyes were enormous with shocked incredulity.

"But - but your aunt - "

"Gosh sakes, Angie. She's practically deaf and blind. Besides, she doesn't care so long as I don't get into trouble. She gets dough for taking care of me from my folks' bankroll, so she doesn't bug me. Anyhow, when I want, I can always check in at a motel and nobody'll know who fucks who!"

"Oh my goodness!" Angela was aghast at this astounding revelation of her father's sinfulness, and still more so over the fact that it had been going on far longer than she dreamed.

"Know what you need right now?" Betsy brought her back to reality, putting out a hand and cupping one of the brunette's firm young pear-shaped titties.

"W-what?"

"Please. I've been wanting to have fun with you for a long time. Now that you're not cherry any more, you'll like it lots. Besides, I got something terrific to show you. Tell you what, I want to get some Pepsis. We're all out, so I'll go call the grocery store to deliver a couple of cartons and you peel off all your duds, and I'll be back and. show you what a dildo's like for fuckin'."

"A dildo?" Angela echoed blankly.

"You'll see. It's when a girl gets randy and there's no fellow around to service her good. Go ahead, get bare now. I'll be right back soon as I phone the store."

Betsy winked, then left the bedroom. The bemused young brunette slowly removed anklet socks, panties and bra, then stretched out on her back on the bed, timidly clapping one hand over the black thatch of pussy-curls in a gesture of habitual modesty, though by now all her ideas about so puritanical an attribute were being impossible jumbled.

Betsy returned in a few moments, naked as the day she was born. Scrambling onto the bed, she dug under the pillow to take out a flesh-toned plastic hand vibrator and a curious object that looked like a male penis in full erection with dark veins and gnarled testicles. It was attached to a web-strap belt she calmly fitted around her hips. Pointing to the formidably wide tip, she giggled.

"See? That's what a dildo is, a fake prick, Angie. But boy, does it feel great when it fucks a girl's pussy. I'll show you. Only, first let me try this little gadget on your pussy to warm you up."

"Oh Betsy, I don't know. I'm afraid - "

Angela shrank back, putting both hands over her menaced love-center as her red-haired friend picked up the vibrator, flicked on the battery lever and set it to whirring.

"Take your silly hands away. You aren't cherry any more, so don't play being innocent cherry now, Angie honey."

When Angela reluctantly drew her hands away, Betsy knelt beside her and, putting her left hand oil one of Angela's satiny titties and fondling it lovingly, approached the glans-like tip of the hand vibrator towards the brunette's cunt-fleece, playfully engaging it against the ruffled thicket of pubic hair before suddenly brushing it against the dainty pink cuntal lips.

"Oooooooh, that tickles. Ooooh, B-Betsy !" Angela squealed, drawing up both knees and clamping them together with all her might.

"Will you behave! I'll spank you if you don't. Now you spread your legs all you can, and put your hands behind your neck. And don't dare take them away, you hear? There now, just see what this is like and then I'll fuck you good with my dildo. My, isn't it even bigger than your daddy's cock?" Betsy slyly teased.

As Angela reluctantly obeyed, Betsy applied the vibrator against the twitching, gaping pink cuntal lips and made a slow circle, rimming them, while Angela writhed and moaned, her hips beginning to weave slowly to and fro in tempo with the stimulation which seemed to invade all the crannies of her cunt with a tingling heat, very much like what had happened when her mother had prepared her for her first fucking.

Angela began to whimper, then to turn her flushed face restlessly from side to side as Betsy attentively pursued her deft ministration. But when the redhead aimed the vibrator's tip to the nodule of Angela's clitoris, the brunette squealed and jerked wildly from side to side as if trying to evade the furiously exacerbating` sensation.

"Stop that, silly! You just say there and relax till I'm ready for you," Betsy scolded, putting her left forefinger to her own pussy and slowly, delicately frigging herself as she returned the vibrator to its exquisitely sensitive target.

Closing her eyes, Angela writhed and groaned, her fingernails digging into the back of her soft neck as the goading stimulus of the vibrator began to rouse maddening sensations that swirled and churned to the depths of her young, newly wakened cunt sheath. Her bare toes curled and clenched, her heels scuffed the rumpled sheets of the bed till at last she sobbed, "Ohh, I'm going to faint if you don't stop. Ohhh, Betsy, pleeeeeeeeeease, ooooooh, it's tickling me to d-death!"

"Yes, you're ready now for my big cock, darling. My, you should see your clit. It's sticking out just like a prick ready for action. And your pussy is open a yard wide and all drippy-squishy with cream," Betsy huskily detailed her friend's tumescence. "Now, spread those legs and keep them spread. I'm going to fuck you till you spill it all down to me."

Betsy stationed herself between the brunette's long shapely bare legs, adjusted the tip of the artificial prick against the gaping pink inlet, and then mounted Angela, grabbing the brunette's titties and forcing her lips on Angela's panting mouth to silence any outcry as she slowly, forcibly, thrust home.

"Mmmmhhh - mffhfhfhahghghgh - ohhhhhh!" Angela moaned, finally twisting her mouth away from her chum's. "Ohhh, it's tearing me wide open, I can feel it stretching meeee. Ohh, Betsy, take it out of meeeeeee !"

"Oh no, you'll love it pretty soon. Wait till I start really fucking your tight little hot pussykins, Angie," Betsy crooned.

Then, slipping her hands under the brunette's shuddering bare bottom and gripping the ovals possessively as a man might, the naked young redhead began to imitate the age-old rhythm of fucking, and drew back, then thrust the dildo home, drew back, then hilted it again in a steady, probing rhythm.

Angela's hands clutched her friend's dimpled creamy shoulders. Her face contorted, her eyes were bulging and glassy as all the tempestuous yearnings of her young cunt sheath began to surface, thanks to the preparatory attunement of the vibrator.

"Kiss me too, and use your tongue," Betsy passionately exhorted, giving Angela's buttocks a good hard squeeze.

"Mmmm - ahh - ouuuu, Betsy. Ohhhh, you-you're driving me crazy," Angela sobbed, her bare legs finally wrapping over Betsy's as the persistently delving artificial cock began to draw her towards the inescapable abyss.

"So! This is what we find our naughty daughter doing, is it?" a man's resonant and unctuous voice broke in upon Angela's chaotic thoughts, compelling her back out of the ecstatic void of lustful sensation which was absorbing her.

Vaguely, her staring eyes turned towards the door, and then she uttered a shriek.

"Betsy, stop - ohhhhh, Betsy, it - it's Father Edmund. Take it out of meeeeeee !"

Betsy at once knelt, pulling the dildo out of Angela's quaking vagina, and winked at the priest in his black robe.

"Hi, Father! You spoiled it for poor Angie. She was just about ready to cream down!"

"That can be arranged, my child. You've done well. Now then, Fred, if you'll get ready, I think we can both satisfy this wicked sinner's inordinate fleshly desires."

"D-Daddy!" Angela wailed, sitting up and covering her pussy with one hand, crooking her other arm over her heaving titties.

Her father scowled as he took off his sweater and then his pants, standing naked in socks, having scuffed off his shoes.

"I see my little girl has become a tattletale. Instead of confiding in your mother and me, or in Father Edmund, you apparently consider it proper to discuss the secrets of the family with an outsider like Betsy. I'm disappointed in you, Angela dear."

"But - but, Daddy," Angela was consternated by this treachery on Betsy's part, "she told me about you and - I mean - "

"Certainly she did, because I told her to. And she probably told you also that we both knew you were peeking in on us the other afternoon and, disgusting to relate, playing with yourself, when you knew that was a sin. Well, you received penance for that wrongdoing, my girl, but today certainly tops it, don't you agree, Father?"

"Indeed, yes, my son. Angela deserves chastisement, the kind she will remember for a long time. Betsy, suppose you hold that naughty child till we are ready for her," the priest said as he stripped off his robe, kicked off his shoes and was naked again in socks.

Angela uttered a frightened cry and tried to get off the bed, but the naked redhead at once grabbed her by her titties and pulled her back. Then Betsy rolled Angela over onto her belly and sat astride her waist, playfully applying a few stinging slaps to the brunette's temptingly upreared bottom which left flaming splotches of her palm's imprint on the smooth, palpitating bare flesh and drew pathetic cries from the helpless girl, wordlessly shocked by her best friend's perfidy.

Fred Carruthers got onto the bed, made a sign to Betsy, who at once put her hands to Angela's buttocks and yawned them open, disclosing the furtively shrinking lips of the brunette's dainty anus. The priest handed him a tube of Vaseline and Angela's father industriously anointed his swollen organ down to the balls, then dabbed his stickied forefinger over the girl's spasming bottomhole.

"Hold her like that, Betsy honey, or I'll paddle your hind-end good and hard," he warned.

"Ohhhhh Daddy. No, no, please not that!" Angela wailed, at last understanding only too well what penance awaited her for her naive confidence in sneaky red-haired Betsy.

But Fred Carruthers, in furious rut, ignored that poignant plea and, gripping Angela's upper thighs to force them well apart, lowered himself till the tip of his swollen prick brushed the flinching lips of her condemned asshole, then thrust vigorously, distending them and moving past the protective ring of agile sphincter muscles which at once tried with all their youthful might to close the aperture - but all in vain.

Angela lifted her contorted face, eyes dilated and glistening, mouth agape in a cry of pain and shame and despair. But this only excited her father the more. With a grunt, he thrust himself nearly to the balls and her hips swerved and lunged, trying to disengage the hot harpoon that was stretching her dainty rectal sheath beyond endurance - or so at least it seemed.

"Now, I've got her. Get off, Betsy and watch," he panted.

As Betsy nimbly scrambled away, frigging herself both forefingers as she attentively watched the thrilling scene. Fred Carruthers stretched himself out over his daughter's body, his hands groping for and finding her flattened titties and clutched them possessively and gloatingly, his mouth applying noisy hot kisses on her soft nape. As he did so, he shoved himself a little further till he had impaled her to the very hilt, drawing an anguished, shrill wail from the frantic sufferer.

Taking a deep breath, he rolled her over till he lay on her back with Angela atop him, her front presented to the naked priest who, by now, was kneeling on the bed beside the incestuous couple awaiting just such an opportunity.

"Oh gee, Father, you're going to double-hole Angie, aren't you?" Betsy squealed her excitement, her forefingers working faster in her seething cunt.

"Precisely, my daughter. It is a penance which I think this young sinner will remember for quite some time. It will teach her not to carry tales out of school, to coin a phrase ... hold her tightly. Fred - Betsy, my child, hold her ankles. She's trying to kick. Ah, that's better. Now, then, my daughter, resign yourself. Ahh - ohh, it's good. Am I crushing you, Fred?"

"I don't mind a bit, Father," Fred Carruthers gasped as he felt the priest's weight force Angela's naked back down on him as his fingers tweaked her nipples.

The naked brunette tried to push the priest away with both hands, but by now he had planted himself, having first fitted onto his swollen penis one of the French ticklers brought along from Fred Carruthers' bedroom. As Angela felt the whorls and knobs and spirals with which the rubberized condom was adorned, she moaned and wriggled wildly, thus causing her father's deeply imbedded turgid prick to move about in the tight clenching cavern of her asshole procuring ever new sensations. As the priest's prick burrowed to the balls inside her quaking cunt, she felt as if the thin partiction between her love channels was threatened with disruption, and her body began to jerk fitfully, while sweat beaded her forehead and furry-thatched soft armpits.

"Now, let us work with a will, Fred," Father Edmund urged in a hoarse voice as he drew back, then lunged violently to the depths in Angela's warm young vagina.

Her father, though hampered by the pose and the weight of his daughter's naked body sandwiched between him and the priest. Nonetheless, he managed to shift a little, rasping his cock inside Angela's protesting asshole. Betsy, rapt with excited lust, speeded her frigging to achieve her much-yearned-for climax as she watched her friend's singular penance. Father Edmund began to frig Angela's clit in cadence to his thrusts. The naked young brunette's wails and sobbing cries reached a crescendo. Her body threshed madly about, then slumped in the blissful nirvana of frenzied, overpowering, hot come ...