Angela's Night - Conclusion

Jill felt the uneven grain of the worn wood floor boards beneath her knees and curled her naked toes to get a better purchase in case she needed to spring up suddenly. Her hands cupped her naked breasts tightly, the supple white flesh pressed together under her hands and arms. Her hands were needed and not for covering her nakedness. There were so many things that the hands could do. With a keening sigh, Jill slowly removed her hands from her ample bosom and let the soft mounds of flesh with their pink thick nipples drop with natural weight and lay exposed before her. She placed her freed hands on the boards and watched her fingers turn white with her grip.
A single loose piece of cloth hung loose and useless over her slender young hips and a strap of tough leather remained tied around her thigh, useless now that the dagger it had held was long gone.
Damn them!
She tried to think, what could she use? Something had to help her out of this dilemma. Come on Jill, you are smarter than this she coaxed herself. These are a bunch of stupid soldiers, a group of simpletons surrounding you. You are better than them, THINK!
“Beautiful little body you have there, it was a shame to have it covered up. You should just go around like this all the time.” One of the soldiers boldly exclaimed as his friends nodded their heads in agreement. Her capturers closed in around her.
Jill knew that she would end up naked and forced into this situation as soon as she stepped into the tavern, taverns and female warriors don’t mix. But she wasn’t just a warrior, she was a magic-user as well and she had spells that didn’t require clothes or daggers. All she needed was a distraction, something that would allow her to speak, something that would make them remove the dirty rag they had used as a gag.
“Mmhhhmmphhh.” Jill’s voice was muffled through the oily rag.
“What’s that little girl? You got somethin’ to say?” A soldier teased.
Jill’s modesty had kept the soldiers from binding her hands when they captured her. As soon as they surrounded her and started ripping at her clothes she had closed her arms and hands over her breasts. Large breasts that had been the bane of her existence her entire adult life, what her mother had called “the family curse” but now they had kept her hands free because the men had been so distracted by their size they hadn’t bothered to bind her hands like they should have. She just needed her mouth free and they would make what she hoped would be their last mistake. But she had to do something that would make the soldiers distracted enough to allow them to remove her gag, something Jill would never do in real life, something her Christian upbringing and her sense of self-respect just couldn’t allow, Jill had to play like she liked this, like she wanted them, like the slut they wanted her to be.
Jill moved her hand up her slender little body, a body fine tuned by years of working out and exercise instead of sex, and she cupped her full young breasts. She lifted one breast slightly and a creamy soft nipple teased upward so the drooling band of soldiers could see and ogle properly. But Jill felt her stomach turn at the very act of teasing, at the very thought of offering her body up to strangers in such a perverse display of self abasement. Jill fought back the urge to be sick, really sick, like in real life, not just the game.
“Wow Jill, are you actually getting ill?” Roger asked, nearly jumping out of his seat to make sure she was ok. Roger saw Jill’s face go pale and the all too familiar lurch forward of someone about to be sick.
“Damn Jill! It’s just a fucking game! Don’t be such a prude.”  Cliff said. He moved his fat mass away from the table and out of splatter range in case Jill upchucked.
“Don’t be such a jerk Cliff!” Roger said and offered to help Jill. She pushed his hands away and quickly threw a hand back over her mouth as another wave of nausea almost sent her lunch all over the table and all their D&D books, papers and figures.
“Don’t fucking puke on my table Jill! Jesus fucking CHRIST! I just bought the new Master’s guide!”
“I’ll…” Jill swallowed and tried to stop thinking about what her character had almost done, “I’ll be ok.”
“Why do you have to be such a jerk Cliff?”
“Why do you have to be such a jerk Cliff?” Cliff said mocking Roger and throwing his hands around in the air, his wrists limp in an obvious impression of a pansy. “Jesus Rog, you really are whipped. She was just getting naked to distract the soldiers. I don’t see what the fucking big deal is. With tits like Jill’s she should be naked all the time!”
“Please Cliff, stop taking the Lord’s name in vain and let’s just get this over with! I’m fine. I think it was just something I ate.”
“I don’t want to play this anymore.” Roger said.
“What a fucking pussy!” Cliff said.
“No Cliff, it’s just that you always rig every game so that Jill gets her clothes ripped off and almost raped, it’s not right man! You have a serious problem dude, I think you might actually BE a rapist!”
“Fuck you Rog!”
“No fuck you man!”
Cliff stood up and his bulk moved the table toward Roger several inches knocking several of their hand painted figures on their sides. Roger threw out his chest in mock bravado but he knew he wouldn’t do anything against Cliff. Cliff was an ex-football player and sported a tight cut Mohawk, the kind sport-o assholes wear to think they are somehow alternative. Roger, on the other hand, was a skinny black guy studying to be a psychologist so he could go out and join his father as a preacher. Roger was the antithesis of Cliff in almost every way with none of the threatening nature of the stereotypical black guy.
“Guys, GUYS! Honestly! I’m fine. I just felt a little sick on my stomach is all, probably something I ate, seriously. Cliff please, just sit down. Roger thank you but I’m fine. Let’s just finish the game. I just want to see if my trick allowed them to remove the gag so I can cast a spell of binding and get out of there!”
“Ok, well roll the dice then.” Cliff said and shot Roger the bird. Roger folded his arms in front of him and pouted. Jill rolled her eyes and honestly thought that sometimes she was more a Mom to them than a friend. Still they were her friends and some friends were better than no friends.
“Seven. That means the guys fell for your trick and so the leader of the group reaches down and grabs your big titties and gives them a tweak before…”
“CLIFF!”
“Hey! I’m just tellin’ you how it is, prude, don’t be hatin’ for explaining the game.” Cliff said.
“Ok, well if it worked then I’m going to cast a spell of binding.”
Cliff smiled and handed her the dice. Jill rolled but Cliff’s smile made her nervous.
“TWELVE! I did it!”
“The spell didn’t work.”
“What do you mean it didn’t work?”
“I mean that it did nothing and now the soldiers expect…”
Jill was furious! She stood up and put her hands on her hips. Roger scooted back a little in shock, he had never seen Jill this angry.
“Cliff, why didn’t my spell work! I rolled a twelve!”
Cliff leaned back in his chair placing his hands on the back of his thick neck with a self satisfied smirk. Jill fought back the urge to punch him square in his fat face. She closed her eyes and prayed for the strength to not kill him.
“Well Prude, it turns out that the tavern is owned by a twenty-first level Magi by the name of Climatic Clifferous and he has cast a spell on the tavern so that no other magic can be used within it’s walls.”
“OHHH!” Jill’s face was red and her hands shook with anger, “Oh…up yours Cliff! I’m leaving!”
“I’m coming too!” Roger said. “Please Cliff, the Climatic Clifferousness? That was lame as hell dude!”
“What?! It’s just a game guys! Come on! Ok, I’ll let you get out, guys! GUYS!”

Gitane leaned closer to the cam so her thunderous breasts fell forward and swayed slightly. The guys love it when she lets her titties fall down like that. She blew a kiss to the camera and turned around so her firm little ass framed neatly in the little cam view window on the computer screen. She bent forward slowly, her head turned and watching herself on the cam. She loved looking at herself. She was her best customer.
She delicately slipped her hands between her legs. Her fingers caressed the smooth skin of her legs and inched up until she touched the fleshy soft area right below her sleek shaved pussy. She spread her slender legs wider and dropped her head between her legs. She knew that the moist pink lips of her smooth little pussy were clearly in view but she couldn’t see them.
“What are they saying?” Gitane asked.
Angela wasn’t looking at the screen, her eyes were focused on her closet and looking through her dresses so she didn’t hear Gitane. She fingered through black dress after black dress after black dress until she finally came to one she wore for a play in high school. She pulled it out and let her fingers pass over the shimmering black fabric and down the delicate silk laces in the open front.
“Angela! I can’t see. I want to know what they are saying!” Gitane moaned, her head almost touching the floor.
“I’m getting ready for the party!” Angela replied.
“Ok, and?”
“I don’t know why a bunch of perverts jerking off gets you so horny.” Angela said rhetorically. She knew exactly why Gitane liked it so much. The same reason she liked stripping and even some light prostitution, it was the same reason she stood in front of the camera now and fingered her already sloshing moist little pink pussy, Gitane craved attention.
“Tell me, please Angela, please tell me, I think I’m going to cum.”
“They are saying that your pussy looks so fine. Mmm baby, best pussy I’ve ever seen. Oh Lord, that sure is a juicy pussy. Damn baby, have you ever had sex with a dog? Oh CreamyAlice (Gitane’s user and stage name) please watch me cum. The rest are just saying that they are jerking themselves off, they are going to cum, one of them is offering to suck himself…hey, now that could actually be interesting to watch.”
“Oh Angela, please come lick my pussy, please! I’m going to cum so hard! Please baby, come lick my wuddle pussy-wussy.”
“Gitane, you never have to ask me to lick your pussy, never, but just don’t ever do the baby talk thing, please.”
“Sorry, I just…ohh…I…oh GOD, I’m so close!”
Gitane’s fingers probed deep into her dripping wet slit and she sank a wet digit into her tight little brown asshole just for good measure. Angela put her hands on Gitane’s ass and the posts in the pay-view window went crazy! They usually did when another girl was involved.
When Gitane first started performing on cam for money it bothered Angela that strangers might see her and recognize her. It didn’t take long for Gitane to include her in the show and all Angela could think about was that men were seeing her and Gitane and what if someone put the video out on the web and her family saw? After several months of doing it and after a few checks came in, Angela didn’t really care anymore.
“You should have switched it to 4.99 a minute, the guys are going insane!”
“Shut up and kneel down in front of me, I’m going to cum.”
“No, you are going to spray and I just did my makeup and hair for the party. I’ll be damned if I’m going to go through that again.”
“Oh Angela, finger me, do something!”
Angela spread open Gitane’s ass cheeks and knelt beside her. She flicked her tongue out over Gitane’s tanned little butt. Angela moved closer to Gitane’s pussy which dripped creamy ropes of cum that clung between her thighs. The men loved that Gitane was gifted with girl cum. She was the top girl under that category.
“How many times have you cum?”
“Six, but all little ones…mmm…yes” Gitane trembled with another mini-orgasm and Angela marveled at this ability, “…I need the big one! Please, just touch me with your tongue, anywhere down there.”
Angela watched the guys jerking off in the little windows the service offered for her to see her customers. True to his word, the guy who had offered to suck his own cock now bobbed his head to his abnormally large member! Angela watched with sick fascination, like a bystander at a car wreck.
“A guy is really sucking himself!” Angela screamed.
“Oh hot! Please, just lick me! I’m so close!”
“What about me?”
“You know I’ll do a fantastic job on you later, just fucking LICK ME!”
Angela knew the game, tease, tease, tease, she also knew that the guys were about to get quite a shot when Gitane came for real. Angela knelt down and watched her own face in the cam window and made a mental note to put more black around her eyes. Her small breasts were clearly in frame. Topless was more than the guys should see, more than they paid for, but she was nude and horny so fuck it. She touched her own miniscule breasts and teased the pert little nipple so that it protruded like a small pink bud ready to bloom. She didn’t want to get covered in Gitane’s shower of ‘girl cum’ so she leaned over her friend’s taut ass and darted her tongue across Gitane’s puckered little brown star. Gitane screamed and pumped her fingers inside her own sloshing soaked cunt until Angela felt Gitane dip her knees down and then she shot up like a little bird and sprayed cum all over the desk. Fortunately they had a plastic protective cover on the keyboard. Angela sank her tongue deep into Gitane’s sprightly little butthole and it had the desired effect. Gitane sprayed again and again until she was weak and fell forward onto their bed.
Angela stayed at the computer and watched as the guys shot load after load. They quickly noticed her looking and the messages flew across the screen. She leered at the camera, gave them all the finger and flicked the CamClub window closed. Fucking losers.
“I’m so horny now.” Angela said.
“Come lay down baby.” Gitane said.
The two girls, best friends from childhood, lovers from high school, and forever bound by sex and an unforgiving world lay down next to each other and kissed with fiery passion. Gitane kissed with her tongue, not her lips. Angela wanted to feel Gitane’s soft lips and tried to force Gitane to close her mouth but her friend’s tongue darted to and fro like a hungry eel. Angela pushed Gitane’s shoulders down so that she would stop trying to eat her esophagus and start licking her pussy. Instead Gitane sat up and flung her hair over her shoulders and took in a long look at her best friend and lover. Angela watched her friend’s eyes scan over her body and she slowly stretched her arms above her head to give her lover a better view.
“You know you could make some serious money with this body Angela, you are fucking amazing cute and so tiny. Men love that little girl shit.”
“I’m not a whore and why would I want a bunch of pedophiles ogling me?”
“I’m not saying be a whore, I’m saying just work your own cam or come with me to the club. No one said whore, just fucking work those little titties and steal some money from men who don’t need it, especially the pedophiles.”
“Shut up and lick my pussy bitch.” Angela said.
Gitane’s smile beamed with their secret relationship and the way they loved each other. She leaned down between Angela’s thighs and flicked her tongue in rapid succession over Angela’s tiny little nubby clit. Angela threw her head back and screamed. They knew each other better than they knew themselves.

Father Paul woke up surrounded by parishioners but with no memory of the events prior. His hand throbbed with a dull pain. He looked down expecting to see it swollen or worse but when he held it in front of his face it looked completely normal. The pain seemed to drain out quickly like the feeling after waking from a dream where someone had just tapped your shoulder and you still felt the spot even after waking.
“Oh Father, are you ok?”
“Fine, just fine.”
“We were so worried, we thought perhaps you…well we just didn’t know Father. We called 911, they should be here any moment.”
“Father Flannery?” Father Paul asked wondering what happened to the old priest everyone loved so dearly.
“Oh Father, yes, I’m so happy you could be with him.”
“He’s…he passed?”
“Yes. Oh Father, are you sure you are well?”
“I honestly don’t know.” Father Paul said. He heard the EMT rushing down the hall to shouts and directions of the parishioners. Father Paul tried to remember anything but he couldn’t. The only thing that played over and over in his mind was a warning about tonight, but what? More of the dream? Father Paul rubbed his hand again and sat up for the EMT crew so they could begin checking him.

Ben Tramer looked at the high school girl standing in his room and felt a surge of primal lust. The teen cheerleader had just come from practice and still wore her little polyester skirt and top. Ben couldn’t wait to see her naked and she seemed all too eager to let him do what he wanted. But Ben had learned, you can’t go too fast with these things. He walked over and wrapped his hand around her slender waist and pulled her to him. His dick was already hard, pounding, and pushing to get out and slip inside this tight little hot piece of ass. All he had to do was press his hard cock against her and if she didn’t pull away he knew he would be able to fuck her. If she pulled away? Well, he would just do his best to get her naked and he could always jerk off later thinking about how hot her little body looked while the smell of her skin still lingered on his sheets. It was all part of bein’ a playa baby and if a girl didn’t know the game then tough luck for her. Girls told him what to do and he just gave them what they wanted. Not his fault if a few cherries got popped along the way and girls cried. Not his fault that that high school cunt had to go get an abortion last year. Stupid girl should have been on the pill.
Ben pushed his erection into her and she didn’t pull away. Excitement filled his body and cock like a drug. Sex was like that, the best damn drug you could be addicted to and this little girl has the most kick ass body he had seen in years. He couldn’t wait to tag this little ‘Ho.
Ben moved her over to his bed and prayed that his roommate wouldn’t come home. She opened her mouth eagerly and moaned softly as their tongues touched. Good, she wasn’t a virgin. Ben hated trying to fuck a virgin, nothing worse than getting some chick completely naked and having her start to cry or some shit. No, this girl was no virgin with the way she was already dry humping his erection. Ben slipped his hand up under her polyester top and touched her sleek little stomach. She was petite, he could probably put both hands around her ribs and his fingers would touch. Fuck, this was a hot little tight piece of ass!
She let him touch her tits over the bra, good sign, and Ben was just starting to get his finger up around the bra clasp so he could show off his two finger quick release technique when she crossed her arms, grabbed her top and pulled it off!
“Are we going to fuck?” She asked.
“Uhh…damn…I sure as hell hope so.” Ben said, unsure how to respond to this sudden aggressiveness.
“Good, because my sister says you are a terrific fuck.”
“Really? Who is your sister?”
The cheerleader grinned and rolled her eyes, “But not too bright.”
“What?”
“I only told you like five times but I think you were too busy looking at my tits. My sister is Gitane.”
“Holy shit!”
“Yeah, and yes, it does run in the family.”
Ben was about to fuck Gitane’s little sister! Not only that but Gitane had told her little sister about Ben and how good a fuck he was. Righteous! His dick was five times as hard now! He didn’t even know Gitane had a little sister!
“But you have to use a condom.” The cheerleader said, Ben still couldn’t remember her name. She was peeling off her bottoms and Ben had barely gotten a good look at those huge tits on that skinny little frame before she was hopping onto his bed.
‘Slow down girl’, Ben thought.
“Listen, I’m clean, you have nothing to worry about.” Ben said.
“You’ve been fucking my sister right?”
“Yeah, and she doesn’t make me wear a condom.”
“Exactly!” Gitane’s sister said with grim finality. Ben felt his insides twist trying to figure out what that meant. He was about to ask her but the cheerleader laughed while she pulled a condom from her little pink purse and said, “Ok, here, I know how to put it on so you won’t complain.”
The skinny little cheerleader with the huge tits, Gitane’s little sister, knelt completely naked on his bed and popped the condom in her mouth!
“Wha…”
“Shhh.” The girl said with a finger pressed to her lips. She bent over and put her tiny mouth over his engorged cock. Ben felt the warm little mouth working over his cock, her tongue twirling around the head and then she slowly, with a slight little bob up and down, began moving down the full nine inches! When she was done she popped up like a perky little squirrel and wiped her lips with her fingers and said, “Ok Mr. Ben Tramer, who doesn’t even remember my name, let me see if you are any good.”
“Wow, you are something.” Ben said.
“Yes I am.” She said.
Ben let her wrap her arm around his neck and pull him down on top of her. She spread her little legs open and with her other hand she grabbed a small handful of his ass and pulled him into her. This girl and her older sister had more in common than just huge tits and a natural slutness, they both were soaking wet in seconds. Ben’s cock slipped in easily and he cursed the latex shield between them for keeping him from feeling that silky little teenage pussy.
“Please let me take the condom off, I can’t feel anything.”
“Bullshit stud boy, you feel my pussy just fine and right now you are losing marks fast. You have a rep to live up to Mr. Ben Tramer and I’m fucking bored so far!”
Ben marveled at the girl’s aggressive nature and uncanny wisdom for a girl her age. She was actually pretty cool. Too bad he was already fucking Gitane and Angela or he might actually try to date her. Well, not to mention he hadn’t managed to get into Clarissa’s pants yet and she wouldn’t like him tagging other girls.
Damn this girl was tight for a slut!
“There you go, oh shit, give it to me!” She said rocking her little hips around and thrusting up into him.
“Damn you are tight little girl!”
“Of course I am! I’m the best piece of ass you’ll ever have!”
“Yes, you might be!”
She kissed him and he felt her pussy squeeze his cock. Ben thrust down deep into that sweet little sopping cunt and fucked her like he was fucking for the first time. He felt his body shaking, his balls tighten. This girl wasn’t kidding, she was the best fuck he had ever had, even with a condom on.
“Yes, oh fuck, you are…so…tight.”
Ben came. He shot his hips forward several times and felt the condom filling up around the length of his dick. Ben wrapped his arms around the girl, kissing her neck and pushing his cock into her in little thrusts. He felt the urge to tell her he loved her.
“Hmm…so that was it huh?” She said.
“What?”
“Oh nothing. Thanks Ben.” The Cheerleader said and lay rigid beneath him.
“What? That was fucking hot baby! You are the best fuck I’ve ever had.”
“Yeah, umm, totally.” She said and looked down obviously expecting him to get off her.
Ben felt a rage building up in him at the girl. She was mocking him, telling him he wasn’t good, wasn’t a playa and worse still the little slut actually sounded bored!
“Come on, hang out, it’s just you are so tiny, I was so worked up…come on…”
“If you can tell me my name I’ll stay and give you another chance.” She said as she pulled up her skirt and reached out for her bra.
Ben cursed under his breath. He had no idea and her sister’s name was fucking ‘Gitane’ her name could be any-fucking-thing.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought… Bye Mr. Ben Tramer. I’ll be sure to tell my sister we talked.”
“Fuck! Can’t you at least tell me your name?”
She turned and her cute little ass twisted just like her older sister’s. Ben already felt his cock tugging back to erection again. She looked down at his spent member and then back at his face and said, “No, I don’t think so.” And walked out and closed the door behind her.
Ben was pulling off the used condom and trying to find a place in the trash for it when the door slammed open with a thud that shook the room.
“Hey Asshole! What tha fuck…” Sammy stood in the doorway and his jaw dropped. First he looked slightly embarrassed but that quickly changed to hysteria as he saw Ben completely naked with a spent condom hanging limp like a dead fish in his fingers.
“Oh shit dude, what the fuck are you doing?!” Ben yelled. He tried to grab something to cover himself with then realized the condom was still flopping around in his fingers. He dropped it.
“Get out you fucking fag!” Ben said.
Instead Sammi held the door open and yelled down the hall of the dormitory for anyone within ear shot, “Hey, anyone want to see what a little limp dick looks like! This fucker could be in a freak show, I think his dick makes midget dick look huge!”
Ben shot out and drove his shoulder into Sammi’s ribs sending the guy flying across the hall where they both hit the wall and fell to the floor.
“Help! Help! A naked faggot is attacking me! Help!” Sammi yelled.
“Fuck you!”
“Hey fag, get off him!” A guy yelled.
“Dude! What the fuck!”
Sammi hit Ben right across the jaw and this sent Ben to the hallway floor with a skin to tile smack. It sounded worse than it felt. Sammi jumped up and began peeling off his sweat shirt and throwing it to the ground.
“Oh sick! It’s covered with AIDS!” Sammi said.
“Fuck you, dickhead!”
“Whatevah Fag, just wait until I tell Clarissa you were jerking off into a condom and then tried to hump me before I kicked your ass! She’ll probably thank me! What a fuck’an loosa. I don’t know what she sees in your dumb ass.”
Ben thought about trying to kick Sammi’s ass right here, naked or not, but the crowd was gathering. He couldn’t help wonder if Gitane and her little sister had planned this whole thing. He walked back into his dorm room and tried to get his shit together so he could get over to Clarissa’s place before Sammi the asshole got there.
Fuck how had this day gone to shit? He decided he hated Halloween.

Clarissa looked over the invitation from Angela. It was printed silver on black paper with decorative designs around the edges and cute little skulls painted on the bottom. The kind of invitation she expected from Angela, hand done and finely crafted, completely Goth. She looked at the clock and then her closet. She was completely naked but this time she had checked the closet and under the bed for her little brother. Why wouldn’t her mother do anything about him? It wasn’t right to be lusting after your sister. It was like living in some trailer park or something.
Ben would be here any minute and she wanted to look good for him. She knew what he was expecting from her and she thought that tonight she might actually let something happen. After all, being a virgin wasn’t cool anymore and she was in college now and Ben was really hot. She looked at herself in the mirror and eyed the curling blonde tufts of hair that covered her crotch. She was pretty sure that girls weren’t supposed to have that much hair anymore. Would Ben be upset if he got to see her naked and she was so hairy? Should she shave?
Instead Clarissa pulled up her little white lace panties and dressed for the party.

Angela pulled the car up to the gate of the old church. She could see the new church down the hill and the cars pulling out of the parking lot. Must be something happening on All Hallows Eve with the old fuddy duddy Christians. They were always trying to wreck Halloween. Who cared what they thought anyway? Their religion was on its way out and she was doing everything she could to make sure it went as quickly as possible, including seducing their priest, Father Paul. Never mind that he was fucking hot as hell and she actually did like him, it was that it was taboo that really got her excited. Angela got out of the car and walked to the edge of the hill and looked down for Father Paul. He was no where to be seen.
Gitane waited impatiently by the car with her little Alice in wonderland outfit on. She used the outfit when she was stripping so the dress was far shorter than the storybook Alice would have ever worn. The blue dress stopped just short of the top of her hips and the little white lace frill hung down but did little to cover the frilly lace panties underneath. Above the dress her breasts pressed out of the frilly white fabric with a little black bow tucked neatly in her cleavage. Her nipples were clearly visible.
Where was Father Paul? He had agreed to meet her here so she could get the key to the old church from him.
“He isn’t showing is he?”
“It’s still early.” Angela replied.
“Nope, he isn’t showing.”
Angela ignored her and looked back down to the last of the cars pulling out of the church parking lot. She didn’t see Father Paul. No sign of a man dressed all in black. He always looked so dignified and handsome in his full black outfit. She would just have to go down there and look for him.
“I’m going down to the church.”
“Ok, well I’m coming with you.”
“No, you are just going to freak him out.”
“What? Me? Look at you girl! Has he ever seen you in full Goth regalia? I think not! You are going to give the poor priest a heart attack!”
Angela looked down at her dress and wondered how Father Paul would react? The laces up the front exposed half of each breast and her nipples threatened to peek out at any time. The front of the dress didn’t close until the laces ended just fractions of an inch above her pelvic bone.
“Why don’t you stay here until I can get back? I won’t be long, I promise.”
“No, this place gives me the creeps! It’s old and spooky and haunted.”
“I know, isn’t it perfect?”
“Yeah, for like when it’s filled with people but right now you couldn’t fucking pay me to sit here by myself.”
“Ok you can come with me but remember he doesn’t want anyone to know about us so if anyone else is there you have to keep quiet.”
“What am I, a moron? Please Angela, I know all about being discreet. I’m fucking six married men right now!”

Father Paul sat in his living room outside the church and tried to make sense of what had happened to him. He was healthy, no problems and no reason for a visit to the hospital. Mrs. Callaghan wanted to stay and fix him soup and make sure he was fine but he told her to please go home and get some rest, he was fine. So now he was finally alone with his thoughts.
He saw a figure in black walk past the window before he heard the knock at the door. Who was it? Who was coming to wish him well, make sure he was ok and keep him from having a little moment of peace?
He opened the door and his heart nearly stopped beating. It was Angela and she had brought a friend! Dear God! Fortunately if anyone saw her they would think that it was just someone else coming to wish him well. He looked across the parking lot and saw no one so he quickly hurried the two girls into the house and closed the door.
“Angela, what brings you here?”
“We were supposed to meet by the old church, remember?”
“Oh…yes.” He actually hadn’t remembered and now the memories of what he had done with this girl were flooding back while he looked at how the two girls were dressed. He had to sit down.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah, well sort of, Father Flannerly died today and apparently I had some sort of…well apparently I collapsed.”
“You fainted?”
“Well I don’t remember. I just woke up to everyone around me and… I can’t remember anything.”
“So you don’t remember me?” Angela asked skeptically.
“Of course I remember you. I just can’t remember what happened before that and everything else is just foggy, like I woke up from a deep sleep. I’m sorry I forgot about meeting you, are you still having your party?”
“Yeah, if you’ll still give me the key.”
“Of course, just try not to blast any music ok?”
“Sure.”
Father Paul used the excuse to go search for the key to leave the room quickly. He tried to still the swarm of butterflies in his chest. Angela and her friend were beautiful in only the way that youth can provide beauty. Soon enough they would get older and their beauty would fade, so why was he so excited seeing them? He knew he had already broken his vow of chastity and the life of an ascetic was over but was it too late for him to turn things around and return as a man of God? His heart said it was but his body betrayed him and he could already feel the sweat dripping from his brow. Father Paul opened the little door and found the key hanging on a peg but next to it was another key, a far older key, one he had never seen before. Father Paul eyed the key with curiosity and then closed the door.
He returned to the room to find the two girls sitting next to each other like two little dolls, one dressed in all black and the other dressed in white and blue. He also noticed that both outfits did little to hide the girl’s bodies underneath. Angela’s dress pressed her tiny breasts into two small circles on her chest and he could see the hint of her pink little nipples threatening to peer completely out. The bottom portion of the dress was a mesh of translucent and semi-transparent black fabric that looked like something a ballet dancer would wear only with a leotard under it. Angela was obviously not wearing a leotard. Her bare white skin teased him under the folds of sheer black. The other girl he guessed was Gitane. Angela spoke of her many times during their therapy sessions before he and Angela had taken things to another level. Unfortunately he knew a bit more about her poor soul than he should know so he tried not to look too long. Even just glancing he could tell her dress was equally revealing and her mammoth breasts were clearly visible through the thin white fabric of her costume. She noticed him looking and winked at him. He quickly turned to Angela.
“Here is the key.”
“Thank you Paul.” Angela said, leaving out his title of office.
“Are you going to be staying here or do you have to leave and get ready for your party?” He asked.
“I had hoped you would come join us.”
“Oh no, I need to stay here and prepare for tomorrow. I wish I could but I don’t think I would fit in with a group of college students at a Halloween party.”
“Actually, I think this is the one time of year you would fit in perfectly.” Gitane said. Angela hit her. “What? I just mean wearing a priest outfit I don’t think anyone would even know you were really a priest. Most of the people coming don’t go to your church.”
“Even so, I am a priest and I don’t think it would be appropriate.”
Gitane rolled her eyes. Angela became agitated. This is the entire reason she hadn’t wanted Gitane coming, Paul was already transfixed by her breasts and Gitane had already noticed his interest and her game of flirting had begun. She had learned a long time ago that if Gitane wanted to fuck one of her boyfriends she was going to fuck him and there was little that she could do about it. Angela also knew that Gitane’s interests were temporal at best and within perhaps an hour, maybe two if the guy was lucky, she was on to someone new. But this time, with him being a priest, Angela wanted this to be different. Angela wanted Father Paul all to herself.
“Actually we should go.” Angela said.
“We should?” Gitane asked.
“Yes, we have a bunch of snacks and things in our car and it’s already starting to get dark. But…” Angela moved closer to Father Paul and put her hands on his chest running a finger up and down his shirt, “If you feel like it you could always show up later. I mean it is the old church and no one would question you coming up there, even if it was to tell us crazy kids to hit the road.”
“I…umm…I…” Father Paul wanted to be strong but Angela had a way of looking at him with those dark eyes and those full red lips that made his heart hammer in his chest and his knees pound together.
“Shhh.” Angela said and pressed her body into his while slipping her hands around his neck. “You don’t have to say anything. Just show up.” Angela kissed him and he felt a fire through his body that burned away all his vows, all his idea of a life without sin. He allowed her to slip her tongue in his mouth and run her fingers through his hair. She moved up and down on his erect penis and he could feel her soft body even through the layers of black fabric.
“Mmm…feels like someone enjoys this.”
Father Paul didn’t answer, what could he say? He was moving down a road for which there was no return. He wanted to say he loved her, that he would do anything for her but his tongue wouldn’t work, his vocal cords locked. He only squeaked.
“Ok, ok, either go at it and let me join in or let’s go Angela.” Gitane barked.
“We are going.” Angela said and walked away from Father Paul. He watched her tight little dancer’s ass move from side to side as she left his house. The other girl, her friend stopped in the doorway and flipped up the back of her dress exposing her frilly panty covered ass to him before following Angela out the door.
Father Paul dropped to his knees and felt sick. He was so far gone. He had forsaken everything for a girl. Oh Lord help me, he begged but as usual there was no reply.

Jill walked out the front door as Cliff and Roger were pulling up. She was dressed as a pirate and thought that she looked rather cute. Roger was also dressed as a pirate, apparently a popular theme this year. Cliff was dressed the same as he usually dressed but with a pig nose on his face, somehow it fit him too perfectly.
“Get in Prude, we are going to be late for the party!” Cliff said.
“Hi Jill!” Roger said.
“Hi Rog, we are both pirates!”
“I know, how cool is that?”
“Pretty fucking gay if you ask me.” Cliff said and peeled tires down the street leaving a cloud of smoke and exhaust fumes.

Richard opened the door for his sister’s boyfriend and looked the guy over. He was a good looking guy and obviously athletic. Because there is no filter between Richard’s mouth and his brain, he said, “Hey dillweed, here for my sister huh? Think you are going to get a look at those knockers huh? Trust me dude, there is no way you are getting anywhere with my sister, she is locked up tighter than Fort Knox.”
“Uhh, hello to you too.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Richard said and hopped back in his chair and picked up the controller for the video game.
“What game are you playing?” Ben asked but Richard didn’t answer him.
“Hi Ben.” Clarissa said as she walked down the stairs. Ben froze, unable to really believe the transformation in Clarissa. She was beautiful, like a vision from a storybook. In fact she looked exactly like a vision from a storybook because she was dressed as Cinderella.
“Wow, you look great!”
“Excellent, I’m surprised those tits fit in that dress sis!”
“Shut up Richard!” Clarissa hated her little brother more and more each year.
“You look amazing Clarissa, I’m almost ashamed that I’m not dressed up.”
“Really, why aren’t you dressed up dillweed?” Richard said.
“He is, he’s a football star!” Clarissa said and smoothed her hand across his letterman jacket.
“So are you ready to go to the party?” Ben asked.
“Yeah, don’t I look ready?”
“Absolutely. Where are we going anyway?”
“My friend is having a party at some old church. She and I have been friends since we were kids. I thought you might like her.”
“I thought you said this was at a friend of yours house… what old church?” Ben said with a slight panic.
“The Old Catholic church out by 64, it’s not far and a bunch of people are going to be there. You don’t mind picking up my friend Lindsey do you? Her and her boyfriend want to come too.”
“Wait, what is the name of the girl that is throwing the party?” Ben asked already knowing the answer.
“Angela. She is a little odd but she’s really nice. Her and her best friend Gitane are going to be there plus some other people. I thought it would be fun, why? You don’t want to go do you?”
“I don’t know Clarissa…” Ben tried to think of a way out of this. Angela and Gitane were going to be there and they would find out he had been dating Clarissa. He tried to think of a lie but this wasn’t his specialty, in fact using his mind at all wasn’t his specialty.
“Oh come on Ben, please. Lindsey and Craig are looking forward to this and I already told them we would go.”
“Don’t be a fucking lame ass Ben, take my sister to the party, what the hell is your problem? Do you want to get a piece of that or not?” Richard said.
Ben was about to give the kid a piece of his mind when Clarissa leaned over and whispered, “He’s right.” And winked at him.
Ben didn’t need any more influence than that. He took Clarissa’s hand and they walked out the door with her little brother shouting something about using a condom. Ben thought, fuck you kid, this is one girl I have no plans of using a condom with.

Angela felt the power of the old place. She loved this church and knew its history. She took great pride in knowing the history of every graveyard and every old church in the state. She could give a historical account of every one of them and knew each person buried there was a story in and of themselves. This was what she loved about old graveyards, they reminded her of the fragility of life and how it was important to live each day fully.
The kids had started streaming into the old place just after it dusk and most everyone on her list was here. She decided she would start the party because many of them looked uncomfortable. She had a few tricks rigged from her days of working stage for theater and the first would have everyone hollering with excitement. She stepped out into the shadows and said, “Good evening everyone.” All bodies turned toward her but they couldn’t see her, only hear her voice and perhaps make out the shape of her dress in the half light.
“I’m so glad you could come to my party. Tonight is a special night, a night of power and danger, a night you will never forget!” Angela hit the button on the control and all around the room flashes ignited candle wicks. Gasps escaped the people in the room and as soon as the music started, also set off by the remote, the party goers clapped and said, “Sweet! Wow! Excellent!”
The party was a success! First let them have some fun, dance a little and then she would bring out the real night’s activities.

Gitane saw Ben and walked forward ready to jump on him when she saw the stupid blonde bitch come in behind him and wrap her arm under his. That fucking slut! She actually thought she had a chance in hell? Gitane looked her over and saw that not only was her dress absolutely gorgeous but her body was apparently at least equal to Gitane’s if only less exposed. Fucking Bitch!
“Ben!” Gitane yelled. Ben smiled, but nervously.
“Oh Ben, I was hoping you would come to the party, who is your friend?”
“Oh, hi Gitane, this is Clarissa.” Ben said.
Behind them a cute Asian girl and her date tried to slip in between everyone so they could get to the table of food. Gitane made a mental note to talk to the Asian girl later. She loved Asians.
“Hi Clarissa, oh wait, I know you. We were in dance class together.”
“Yeah, hi Gitane, good to see you again.”
Ben looked a bit like he was going to piss his pants. Good. Gitane slipped in closer to him and put her arm around him saying, “Ben and I need to talk. Do you mind excusing us for a minute?”
Clarissa looked at her like she was about to cry and Gitane didn’t wait for her to start but pulled Ben away and led him down the hall. She was going to remind him of exactly why he was her property.

“Holy shit dude, there is some fine pussy at this party.” Cliff said.
“Cliff, do you mind? I’m trying to meet people, not scare them away.” Jill said.
“Whatever Jill, just because you are a prude doesn’t mean every girl is. Hey speaking of sluts, here comes Angela.”
“Cliff!” Jill said. Jill liked Angela because she always looked cool. She had wanted to be a Goth girl once but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t seem to manage getting the outfits right.
“Hi Angela.” Jill exclaimed too loudly.
Angela looked at her and then down at her costume. Jill felt a little sick because she could see the look of disapproval in Angela’s face.
“Pirates. Where did you that outfit, Walmart?” Angela said.
“Hi Angela, this is a pretty cool party.” Roger jumped in when he saw how the remark had hurt Jill. Angela didn’t answer but moved past them and down the hall. Her ghost-like skin the only thing visible as she moved down the hallway.
“Damn dude, I don’t think she is wearing anything under that dress.” Cliff said.
“Is that all you think about?” Jill asked and marched away.

Sammi waited for someone to come walking down the hall. He had heard Clarissa’s voice and knew she was already here but he didn’t think it was her coming. He backed up into the dark room and waited for the footsteps to come closer. They didn’t. Sammi waited silently. Slowly he moved forward to the door and looked out into the hall. The footsteps had stopped. Sammi felt his hairs stand up on end and suddenly felt cold. Maybe this place really was haunted? He was about to give up his waiting and go join the party when he felt something behind him and turned.
“AHHHH!” Sammi screamed!
“Hi Sammi, who invited you?” Angela said.
“See Angela, that is why you never hold a boyfriend. You are one spooky ass chick!” Sammi said.
“Never hold a boyfriend? Seems I dumped your stupid ass when you tried to leave me for my roommate.”
“Whatevah.”
“What are you doing hiding back here anyway?”
“I was going to scare someone.”
“Hmm…well looks like you got scared.”
“Angela, listen…maybe you and I could, you know, like go talk somewhere.”
“Fuck off Sammi, you are lame at the best of times and I hate your accent. Go learn to talk like a normal person.”
Sammi watched Angela walk away and cursed in his New Jersey accent.

Gitane pulled Ben into the side room and she kissed him. Ben resisted a little but soon they were going at it, tongues dancing together and her hips rocking rhythmically over Ben’s ample groin. Ben stopped her right as she was pulling up her dress and looked at her.
“Is this about that slut you brought to the party?” Gitane said as she unbuttoned her front to expose her breasts.
“No, actually it’s not. I mean I came here with her but she is just…she doesn’t mean anything.”
“So then what the fuck is the problem, fuck me.”
“I have to ask you something.”
“What?” Gitane asked as she worked her hands down his pants and started to get a good grip on his swelling member.
“Do you have a sister?”
“Yes, so?”
“Did you send her to my place, I mean did you know we were going to…”
“What!” Gitane jumped up and her grip on Ben’s erection tightened.
“I…wait…fuck that hurts!”
“What the fuck did you do with my little sister?”
“She did it to me! I didn’t do nuttin!”
“You fucked my little sister! You fucker! You rotten piece of shit fucker!”
“Gitane, she said you told her about me, she said you told her I was good.”
“Of course I did, I tell my sister everything but I didn’t tell you to go and fuck her! She is a kid! I will fucking chop your nuts off you sick fuck!”
“She told me she was 18!”
“I don’t care if she is 81, you don’t fuck my sister!”
Gitane left Ben standing in the hallway and went back to the party. She was furious, she wanted to protect her sister from the life she had and it seemed the more she tried to keep her from following in her footsteps the more she kept doing just that. She returned to the party pissed and depressed. She found Angela and Angela motioned for her to follow.
“Everyone follow me.” Angela said.

Angela was eager to begin. She had researched and wanted to get every detail right. The candles were lit around the church and she made everyone stop in front of the old alter. She began her story.
“Once there were other people on this land, people who believed in a different way of life, a way of life at peace with nature and heaven…”
“Fuckin’ hippies!” Cliff yelled.
“People…” Angela continued, “That didn’t believe in killing for pleasure, or raping the earth to drain every last drop of natural resources. These people didn’t mind sex or nudity and believed in a way of life that was in harmony with a woman’s body and the cycle of life and death.”
“Like I said, fucking hippies!”
“Shut up Cliff!”
“But Christians came to this land and believed that those who didn’t dress like them and worship like them and rape the land like them were evil. They found out that the people of this land worshipped the earth and found sacred spots, spots of power. These places of power were where the people worshipped and celebrated the harvest and the seasons. They had rituals that involved dancing naked and making love to spread the seed of fertility to the ground. The Christians didn’t want them to worship in these places of power so they decided if you can’t beat ‘em, build over ‘em. So they built churches on their sacred spots and forced the people to come to church if they wanted to experience their former lands. The people did but they also found ways to beat out the church and they made secret symbols around the church and worshipped in their own way when the priests and those loyal to the church slept. Those symbols are still here.”
Angela hit a black light she had set up prior to the party and the floor lit up with drawings and symbols. The partiers gasped and muttered. Angela smiled with self satisfaction. Things were going just as she had planned and she felt like the queen of the party. Now for the last and final fun.
“Now, on this most powerful time and with the power of the spot we sit on, we will raise the spirits of those who once worshipped here and I will use their power.”
“I don’t know Angela, this is getting a little too…umm…satanic for me.” Roger said.
“Oh come on Roger, it’s just fun. Like going into a haunted house.” Jill said.
“I don’t know, my Dad’s a preacher and I don’t think he would like…”
“Oh go cry to Daddy you little pussy or sit down and shut up.” Cliff said.
Roger looked at Cliff and felt his blood boil but he sat down afraid of looking like a pussy. He wasn’t about to look bad in front of Jill and maybe Jill was right, it was just harmless fun.
“I think Jill, since you don’t mind, you should be my first willing victim…umm, I mean subject.”
Everyone laughed and Jill stood up and walked over to Angela. Jill felt nervous being up in front of everyone and her hand self consciously covered her bare midsection.
“Now we must pick another person and I will hypnotize both of you.”
Everyone looked around the party but because Jill had no real friends but Cliff and Roger, no one volunteered to stand with her. Cliff wasn’t about to go up and be made to cluck around like a chicken. Roger was still afraid of the satanic ritualness of this whole thing.
“Fine, I will choose someone.” Angela said. She looked around and saw the girl with Ben, his latest victim. “You.” Angela said pointing to Clarissa.
“Me?” Clarissa said and looked around. Ben pushed her up and she stood and reluctantly walked up next to Jill and Angela. Angela moved the two girls so they stood side by side. Jill was attractive but next to Clarissa she seemed completely ordinary and uninteresting. Clarissa bit her bottom lip out of nervous habit.
“Watch the light.” Angela said moving her small candle back and forth. She held a mirror up behind it and with a drop of incense into the little flame Angela chanted words that no one understood.
“Now you will fall into a deep sleep, a very deep sleep but you will remain standing. You will not move until I tell you what to do.”
The party goers laughed but Angela noticed the flame flickering in the girl’s eyes and both seemed completely transfixed.
“Your eyes are getting heavy, your mind is floating and your body is now far, far away. You will now fall into a complete sleep from which I will have total control.”
Angela giggled and put down the candle. She was about to hold up the note telling the girls to play along and she would give them a party gift when she noticed both girl’s eyes were closed and their heads hung limp on their shoulders.
‘How odd’, Angela thought and passed her hand in front of their faces.
“Wow Angela, I didn’t know you could hypnotize people!”
“Did you guys plan this?”
“They are faking.”
Angela looked over to Gitane wondering if she had something to do with this but she shrugged and stood up to walk closer to Angela.
“Now I want you to stand on one foot and dance like a pretty ballerina!” Angela commanded. The two girls instantly tucked one foot under themselves and danced around as if they were ballerinas.
“Holy shit!”
“Whatever, they are still faking.”
“No, I’m not faking people, I think I really hypnotized them.” Angela said.
“Then make them do something they would never do.” Someone said.
“Like what?” Angela asked.
“Make them go topless.” Cliff said.
Angela thought about it and looked to Gitane for support. Gitane looked at the stupid blonde that came with Ben and thought she should get hers!
“Do it Angela, let’s see if they are faking.”
The two girls still spun and danced like ballerinas until Angela said, “Stop.” And both stopped dead without moving a muscle. It was eerie in it’s effectiveness.
“Take off your tops and I mean everything, bra and all.”
“Angela no!” Roger said but Cliff put his hand over Roger’s mouth and before he could get away the two girls were removing their tops. The only problem was that Clarissa’s costume was a full Cinderella dress and to remove her top meant removing the entire dress. While Jill pulled off her fake costume corset and began removing her bra, Clarissa dropped her entire dress and stood in bloomers and a small white top with a bra under it. The girl had gone all out on her costume.
“Wow, they are doing it.”
“Are they going to show it all?”
Jill was the first to remove her bra and her naturally large breasts barely moved as the bra dropped in front of Angela. Angela and Gitane looked at the girl’s bare chest and admired her tight muscles and full round breasts. Gitane licked her lips.
Clarissa dropped her white chemise and then let go her bra and stood topless in front of them.
“Turn and face the party.”
The two girls turned and faced everyone. People laughed and looked uncomfortably at each other but no one protested, in fact everyone moved in closer.
“Make them kiss.” Gitane said.
Roger stood and was about to give Angela a piece of his mind when Angela said, “Now I will snap my fingers and when I do I want you to wake feeling refreshed and more alive than ever. Your nudity will not bother you, in fact nothing about being nude will bother you and you will want to seduce the first person you see.”
Everyone tried to move in front of someone else before Angela could snap her fingers but when she snapped Jill was looking straight at the only person standing, Roger. Clarissa was looking straight at Gitane.
Jill looked around and then stretched her arms above her head. Everyone was still looking at her but she couldn’t understand why. She felt silly and realized she was topless but it just felt natural. In fact she couldn’t recall why she was wearing clothes at all. She made her way through everyone saying excuse me and wondering why they were pointing and laughing until she found Roger. Roger had turned his eyes away from her and was holding his hands in front of his face.
“Roger?” Jill said.

Roger heard her, he knew she was coming up to him and he wanted to look but couldn’t. If he looked, he knew he would be lost forever in a wave of lust and desire for a girl he thought he could never have. He felt a warm hand touch his arm and pull his hand away from his eyes. He looked at Jill and she was radiantly beautiful. Her soft hair spilled over her shoulders in a cascade of wavy brown radiance. Roger hardly resisted when she placed his hand on her bare naked breasts. They were far softer and warmer than he could have ever imagined. The two virgins kissed, their tongues penetrating wet lips and curling together in an erotic dance of passion that precluded the act they now both knew they were going to engage in.

Clarissa looked at Gitane and for the life of her she couldn’t remember why they had never been better friends. Gitane was beautiful in a very sexual way, her eyes more like those of a cat than a woman, large, deep and erotically charged. Clarissa smiled but Gitane rolled her eyes and said something to Angela that she couldn’t quite make out. Why wasn’t Gitane noticing her? Clarissa looked down at her nude body and noticed that she was wearing the puffy bloomers from the costume, the costume that now lay in a heap on the dirty stone floor. Gitane must not like her bloomers or any clothes, of course, she wouldn’t want her wearing clothes, and she wouldn’t want anything getting in the way of seeing her natural form. Their bodies were so alike in so many ways, why would she want something hiding that fact? Clarissa pushed down the bloomers and panties in one swift motion and then stood completely nude in front of Gitane. Gitane looked a little shocked at first but then her beautiful eyes examined Clarissa’s body and Clarissa felt the crackle of energy flowing between them. Clarissa didn’t wait for an invitation and she wasn’t sure why she had waited this long to explore her desire to be with another woman. She should have done this years ago, she should have done this when they were kids in dance class. She loved Gitane and she wanted nothing more than to kiss her and feel their bare breasts touching and their hips rocking together.

Gitane saw Clarissa strip naked and couldn’t believe this girl was doing this in front of the entire party! The girl was beautiful in an old-school playboy kinda way. Her breasts were large, at least a big as her own but her pussy had never been trimmed or shaved, and that was obvious by the furry patch of blonde hair revealed. But the look in Clarissa’s eyes was unmistakable it was the look of pure lust. When the naked virgin slinked up to her and wrapped her arms around Gitane’s neck, Gitane opened her mouth and kissed her. Gitane felt her own excitement build and she attacked Clarissa with passionate fire, her hand went straight for Clarissa’s pussy and found that through the curling locks of blonde pubic hair her lover was musky wet and ready. Gitane pushed Clarissa to the floor and Clarissa began ripping at Gitane’s costume, tearing it from her body.

Cliff couldn’t believe it when he saw his friends start kissing, he couldn’t believe it when they ripped each other’s clothes off and he nearly thought he would die of jealousy and desire when he saw Roger’s thick black erect cock penetrate his little Jill! Jill bit her lip in pain but after Roger bent her over and started fucking her doggy style, Jill opened her mouth and panted like he never thought she would. At first it was like watching a porno, Jill’s body rocking back and forth, her breasts moving only slightly while Roger pounded her from behind but then Jill looked at him. The look in her eyes said everything he needed to know. Her beautiful eyes told him to come over to her and to stop being silly. He had always done what Jill said, even when he was doing his best to get her naked because she was the only girl who would even really talk to him he still loved her. He knelt down in front of her and Roger and looked into Jill’s eyes. She didn’t speak, she reached up, peeled off his pants and freed his thick stumpy cock. Cliff couldn’t see over his own bulk but he felt Jill’s little warm lips over his cock and then felt her tongue working him. He came almost instantly. Jill sucked down his cum and swallowed. He thought that would be it but Jill continued to stroke and suck his cock and he knew she wanted him hard again. That wasn’t a problem.

Sammi had been watching from the sidelines and fuck if he would have ever believed that Clarissa would have done what she was doing now! He had known Clarissa for years, been in love with her from the first time he had laid eyes on her and he knew that she was a virgin. He knew it! He had tried to fuck her once when they were younger. He had her lying on the floor in her bedroom and had managed to get her completely nude, no small task. Her body had been smaller then, her breasts smaller and younger and her pussy had tasted like honey. He had been so busy licking her and working her up so that he could fuck her that he hadn’t heard or seen her crying. When he pulled himself up ready to slide his throbbing hard cock down inside her wet pink little hole he noticed her crying, weeping even. Sammi had pulled his pants on and sat on her bed. She had begged him to continue but he couldn’t. Sammi had morals. Sure he had banged enough girls to make him a stud in any guy’s eyes but he couldn’t do it with Clarissa naked and crying like a little girl on the floor.
So with that image still playing in his mind, he tried to make sense of how he could see Clarissa now with her ass in the air, her pussy dripping wet and open and a guy fingering her and Gitane spread open naked in front of her with Clarissa eating her out like there was no tomorrow?
Logic or no, sense or no, Sammi wasn’t going to wait for some stranger to pull out his cock and bust Clarissa’s prime little cherry. Sammi pushed through the crowd of people forming around the girls and stepped up to Clarissa.
“Clarissa, what are you doing?” Sammi asked.
Clarissa looked up, her face shimmered in the candle light with Gitane’s juices dripping from her chin and she smiled meekly at Sammi. Sammi felt his heart beating faster and then Gitane reached out and grabbed the leg of Sammi’s jeans and pulled. Sammi knelt down and both girls said, “Fuck me.”
“Clarissa, but…” Sammi leaned in close and whispered in Clarissa’s ear, “…but you are a virgin.”
“Sammi, please…I need to be fucked. I just need your cock inside me, please. Please take my little cherry Sammi, please.” Clarissa begged.
Sammi looked at her and then down at Gitane who was rolling her hips around, her red swollen labia begging to be fucked.
“Hey dude, you take her and I’ll take the girl on the floor.” The guy fingering Clarissa’s pussy said.
Sammi watched in fascination as the guy peeled off his jeans and dropped unromantically on top of Gitane and entered her. The two were fucking within seconds. Gitane’s legs wrapped around his back and she rocked into him with the skills only Gitane possessed.
“Please Sammi, you know you want me, please fuck me. Take my little virgin cherry and make me a real woman. I’m so tired of being a virgin. I want to know the pleasures of the flesh, the feel of being a woman. I’m not a little girl anymore, I promise I won’t cry.”
Sammi dropped his pants and pulled off his shirt. Somehow the crowd of people watching didn’t matter, somehow the guy taking off his clothes next to him didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but Clarissa’s blonde dripping pussy and the craving to be inside her. When his cock sank down into her she opened her eyes wide, her mouth forming a silent scream and he knew he had taken her maidenhood. At that moment Sammi knew he would do anything for Clarissa, anything.

Ben had been trying to watch Angela through all this. Angela had started this, she had been the one with the real power, Angela had been the one who knew what was going on. But he lost her in the fray of naked flesh and when the little Asian girl who had come with Clarissa and him to the party started begging him to fuck her he had completely lost Angela. The Asian girl was so cute, certainly a prime candidate for the spread of yellow fever among the white guys at school and she had been horrible at sucking his cock but when Ben and her boyfriend both started fucking her at the same time, Ben felt something he had never felt before, another cock against his. He could feel through the thin membrane of her warm little pussy the guy’s cock in her ass. The two of them moved together and the girl lay between them. They traded positions and fucked her ass, pussy and mouth. She was hungry for anything. Finally the Asian girl found another cock to suck and it was just Ben and her boyfriend fucking her pussy and ass. Ben looked at the guy and he looked back at Ben and he pulled his cock out of the cute little Asian girl’s tight brown asshole and the two slipped both their cocks in her hungry little pussy. She moaned with pleasure as their cocks slipped around inside her silken warm pussy. Ben felt the guy release his swollen nuts, his hot cum filling her pussy. Ben fucked harder and as their cocks slipped together inside her little cunt he came harder than he had ever cum before.

Angela backed away from her friend and Clarissa when it first started. The hairs on the back of her neck and arms stood on end and she could feel the electricity in the air. The very air had changed and was filled with the thick musky scent of lust.
It didn’t surprise her at all when Gitane went down on top of Clarissa but it completely freaked her out when she saw the little geek Jill go for her friend. But then it had spread the way you see red dots spread on a map when they are tracking the spread of a virus across the country. Clothes came off, bodies moved over each other, boys, girls, it didn’t matter. She hid in the shadows and fought the urge to join in as she watched cum hitting a teenage girl in the face, a girl she knew from dance class. She knew that before this night at least half the people in this church had been virgins, now none of them were. A petite little Asian girl was getting filled in every hole. Two guys fucked her pussy and ass while she sucked another one. Angela wanted to feel a cock in her ass. She began rubbing her already wet little pussy through her dress.
NO!
Angela backed up and stood higher on the church alter. From here she could see above everyone, like a priest at Mass, she looked out on her bacchanal and felt the power of their passionate lust fill her body. Her hair crackled with the energy, it seemed to rise up away from her body. It was no longer possible to tell who was who in this flesh orgy. Bodies moved over bodies and flesh pressed into flesh like a northern European painting of hell, only this was no hell, only pleasure and flesh. Angela heard music somewhere, she knew that music, it was Bauhaus and the song…oh God! Her favorite song, ‘Stigmata Martyr’.
Angela moved toward the music.

Father Paul walked to the church with the old key in hand and knew exactly what it was for, a secret entrance into the church. Inside the church he found all the accompaniments of a party, but no one around. The chips and other snack foods hardly eaten, the drinks hardly touched and the ice melted with just a few lone white blocks floating lonely in the water. He thought of calling out but feared that perhaps something had happened to the kids and he shouldn’t say anything. Speakers stood on posts at the back of the table and cables ran down to an i-Pod hooked into a charger. He pressed the screen and the i-Pod started to play. An electronic beat thumped out of the speakers and the beat started to crescendo with percussion and electric guitar. Father Paul tried to stop it but couldn’t and before he could figure out how to operate the little device he heard something from the hallway behind him. He turned to find the lights flickering across the dank smelling room and a lone figure in black crawling cat-like across the floor. It was Angela and she slapped her hands down on the cold stone as she arched her back and made her feline thin form into a single wave of motion while Peter Murphy’s baritone voice barked out the first lyrics to the song. Then the music transformed into an oddly disturbing rhythm of electric striping sounds while the singer barked out Latin used at last rights by Catholic priests.
Angela’s body lifted from the floor like a serpent drawn by the call of some ancient Shaman and she lifted the black cloth of her dress until Father Paul could see her tiny white hips and the naked flesh of her womanly treasures. Then she lifted her leg and danced across the room, thrusting her hips to the hypnotic rhythm of Bauhaus’s gothic chant. She turned and ripped at her top exposing her tiny little breasts to Father Paul and he stared transfixed by her other worldly beauty.
Then the music reached its final climax and Angela turned her body to face the priest but her head dropped down and her coal black hair covered her face except for one eye which peered out large and reaching for him. He felt his own heart pulled and his inhibitions seeping to the floor like the sweat dropping from his brow. Angela rolled her shoulders and slowly the dress opened and fell from her pale white arms. He couldn’t move, his feet were locked, his eyes frozen and his body on fire. She moved a little more, her feline form slinking out of the black dress completely until he could see nothing but the thin little white body of a dancer with all its finely toned muscle and tight little curves. Her hair danced around her like it had taken a life of its own and her arms were tight and straight down to her sides. The barest hint of breast was visible in the flickering light and centered perfectly on each subtle mound were the very tiny, very cute, little pink nipples he had found almost impossible to forget.
She shuffled her hips and her tiny pink pussy lips peaked out with each forward movement. He could only imagine his hands on her body, her small little tight dancer body and how she would feel pressed against him. She fulfilled his wish with one swift movement and he found her little form tucked neatly into his. Only when she was close did he realize he hadn’t been breathing and that the music had stopped. He let out his breath and she turned her face to him.
Her eyes were huge, her deep round soulful sad eyes looked into his and he knew he was in love with her. He touched her and his breathing echoed about the room. She felt so frail but it wasn’t true. Angela was filled with strength and he found himself losing all of his own.
“My love.” She said.
“My everything.” He said.
He moved his hands across the smooth skin of her round little ass and caressed it for a moment, marveling at how small each cheek was and how tight the muscles under the skin were. He would spend hours with his face buried in her ass if she would only let him.
She kissed him and took his hand leading him down the hallway.

Gitane rocked forward and back above the naked sweaty body of a girl she didn’t know. They kissed, their tongues fighting for space and their lungs fighting for air. Gitane was sore but she couldn’t seem to stop fucking. A cock penetrated her ass while someone licked her toes. She could feel the cum drying on her chin, her breasts, her pussy, her ass but still the guys fucked her. The cock slipped from her ass and entered her pussy while she was pushed away from the girl under her and into another cock. She sucked eagerly, bringing the cock back to life with her expert tongue. She licked it clean knowing whoever it belonged to had already come several times this evening. She looked up to see Ben’s face buried in a girl’s ass while another girl licked that girl’s pert little breasts.
‘Take Ben and leave’ a voice whispered.
Gitane looked around but didn’t see anyone.
‘Use him, use his strength and get out now.’
Gitane pulled herself up to Ben. She was almost above him when hands grabbed at her hips and the guy behind her shoved his length back inside her. She wriggled and pulled at Ben’s hands trying to remain with him. Her skin tingled and she felt something pass between them so that Ben understood and was able to lift himself up and grab her away from the hungry orgy that threatened to consume her. Ben fought free of the bodies clinging to him, the hungry flesh that tried to join with his, and lifted Gitane away from the others and stepped over fucking sweaty bodies to get out of the circle.

Father Paul followed Angela’s tiny naked white form through the narrow hall and out onto the alter of the old church. He wasn’t prepared for the site that lay before him. At first the floor seemed alive, writhing and twisting with flesh of all different shades all of them mating and curling together in ways he didn’t think possible. Already Angela was removing his clothes and working her way down his body until she could have him nude and ready to join her and the others in their pagan ritual orgy. He found his will sucked out of him, his every being told him this was wrong but he couldn’t resist the pull of the power in this room. Angela was already whispering her love for him while she wrapped her small red mouth around his stiff erect cock. She sucked at him eagerly and Father Paul closed his eyes and put his hand on her head. As he did so Angela shot back from him like she had just been shocked!
Father Paul looked down to see his hand glowing and the lines like scars traced into his palm. Angela crawled away from him, her legs open wide, her pink sex open and still ready but her face contorted into a show of fear.
“Of course.” Father Paul said.
Suddenly the moment with the old priest became clear to him. The words of warning were for tonight. The power in this room had latched onto the lust of teenagers fucking in a orgy on the floor but once outside these walls it would move its way out and find new sins to perpetrate its evil upon the world. The secret order of priests had been established for one reason and one reason only, to keep the ancient Gods and Goddesses locked in these walls away from the Christian world. He was the last priest of this ancient and powerful order. These children were possessed and would literally fuck themselves to death if he didn’t do something to end this sacrificial orgy. He walked forward to naked little Angela. She cowered into a ball, childlike before him. He couldn’t bring himself to hurt her so he walked instead to a child of God that lay naked, her face and small breasts covered in cum that pooled and moved as a guy lifted her hips and fucked her. Father Paul touched her and the girl’s eyes opened and she looked at the boy fucking her and then at Father Paul. She seemed confused but still she couldn’t pull away from the boy fucking her so Father Paul touched him. The boy looked down and the two held each other, not wanting to let the priest see their naked bodies. In this way he made his way around the room.

Gitane watched from the connecting room. Her small face peered through the broken window of the church. The priest, Angela’s priest, was taking everything from her! She and Angela could have had the power of ancient beings, old beings, powerful beings but he was pulling that away touch by touch. Ben lay under her, his body limp now, spent, useless to her. The priest touched the last of the fucking party goers and then fell to his knees but he wasn’t done. Around him the college kids were gathering clothes, or what clothes they could find that weren’t ripped to shreds. Naked breasts jiggled and cocks waggled their way out of the room. Gitane didn’t notice, her eyes were locked on her friend, her lover, her soulmate Angela.
Angela lay curled like a small white naked baby in the middle of the floor and Father Paul stood and moved over to her. Power surged from his hand like steam off a burning hot iron. He was going to touch Angela! Gitane couldn’t allow this! She burst from the side room, shattering the remaining unbroken glass which floated in shards around her. Gitane didn’t notice but her feet weren’t quite touching the ground and her hair flipped around her like tentacles reaching out for prey. Then the air grew still and Gitane pulled back her hands, opening up her chest and her massive breasts defied gravity for a moment before she threw her upper body forward and extended her hands out in front of her. The stones under her feet flipped up and from under the ground roots like ancient arms burst forth and grabbed Father Paul’s arms and legs.

Father Paul felt the roots grasp him and left his naked body off the floor. He struggled but couldn’t break free. Angela stirred and looked at him and seeing him helpless she stood. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the light of the moon coming in from broken windows. He felt his heart go out to her and when he tried to speak he found he couldn’t.
Gitane joined Angela and the two put arms around each other and stood hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder and looked at him. Father Paul felt his body betray him and the glow in his hand faded.
“Wow.” Gitane said.
“You can say that again. What a freaky night! I never thought that book I found in your church library would actually be for real.”
Father Paul wanted to ask what library but he found he still could not speak.
“Oh, don’t worry, we know exactly what you are thinking. The library behind the old priest’s room, I’m not surprised you don’t know about it. There are lots of things you don’t know and so many things we could teach you.”
“The old priest’s power is fading.” Gitane said.
“Of course, because he is in love with me.” Angela said.
It was true. He was in love with her and he wanted nothing more than for the roots that held him tight to loosen so he could show her his undying devotion.
“Really? Then show me.” Angela said.
The roots holding his body folded back like fingers curling into a fist. Father Paul dropped to the stone floor and crawled toward the two girls. He found her feet, her pale little black toenail painted feet and he kissed them. Then he turned to Gitane’s feet and kissed her flowery painted toenails. The girls giggled.
“Lay down priest.” The girls said in unison.
Father Paul lies on his back and felt his cock pulsing with each thundering heartbeat. Gitane ran her fingers up his legs and the inside of his thighs stopping just short of his drooping sack. His balls rose up toward the length of his cock in expectation of her touch. She didn’t touch him but moved her hands around his cock and massaged his aching flesh. He could think of nothing but the feel of her touch until Angela knelt at the top of his head with her knees on either side. He tilted his head back and saw her pink slit glistening with moist expectation.
“Tell me you love me.” Angela said.
“I love you.” Father Paul answered.
Angela moved her hips over his face and she lowered herself down. He extended his tongue and parted the moist folds of her pussy gently before the taste of her juices hit him and sent his body into shivers. He felt warm breath over his cock and knew that Gitane was about to cover his cock with her mouth. Angela rocked her hips in the way only dancers can so that her slit moved over his mouth and his tongue penetrated deeper. Gitane’s warm tongue covered his cock and she moved down to his balls, engulfing every inch of his thick hard dick.
Father Paul felt the last of the power slip from his body and from that moment he was lost to her, lost forever to Angela’s love. The two girls lay down on the stones side by side and hooked legs over each other. Father Paul entered Angela first. She was tight, sweet, and his cock felt like it had found home. He fucked her several times, making her moan and sucking on her tiny pink nipples while Gitane caressed his arms and back.
Angela motioned for him to move to Gitane and he did so. He pulled his cock out of Angela’s dripping pink pussy and with pleasure he sank his soaked length into Gitane and covered her body with his. She wrapped herself around him and before he could even begin to thrust she was rocking herself into his cock. The two were so different from each other. Gitane was so sexual, a feline beauty with driving libido that was obvious in the way she moved, kissed and touched. Angela was smaller, more reserved but no less passionate. Her body moved with his and complimented his every action while Gitane moved against him and drove his every action.
Father Paul was able to move back and forth between the two dolls 3 times each before he couldn’t hold his eruption any longer. He tried to tell them he was going to cum but as before they both knew. The two girls jumped to their knees and sucked his cock until he burst forth with cum all over their faces. He wasn’t sure what to expect, all of this was completely new for him but he certainly didn’t expect the two girls to attack each other with tongues and kisses. They went as his cum like hungry panthers.
Father Paul lay back, exhausted and ready to sleep but the girls were back on him before his eyelids shut.
“Not going to sleep are you Father?” Angela asked, “Oh no, we wanted a sacrifice tonight and we are going to have it. You aren’t going to rest until you have satisfied us both.”
“Dear Lord.” Said Father Paul.

Epilogue:

The boys gathered around the table for a game of D&D like they did every Friday night. They opened their books and pulled out their sheets of paper and special bags of dice. Liam walked in, late as usual and threw down his bag beside his usual chair. This wouldn’t have been unusual except for the fact that he was followed in by a girl. Any female presence always caused disruption for the band of college guys unaccustomed to getting female attention at all. But the girl that stood in the doorway was more than just a girl, she was beautiful. She shrugged off her thick purple coat with pink fuzzy hood and stood in a dress that hugged every inch of her womanly form. Every guy at the table saw she wore no bra and that the dress folded to allow her huge breasts to spill down and her erect nipple to show clearly.
Jaws dropped and cocks stirred.
“So, are you boys into playing a little role play for tonight’s game?”
“Role play?” One of the boys asked.
“Who are you?” another boy asked.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, my name is Jill and I’m a 23rd level warrior and magic user. I usually specialize in getting captured and then having to find creative ways to get out of my…ahem…bondage. I was hoping all you boys would be able to act this out for me? I much prefer real life role playing to just talking about it, don’t you?”
Jill threw some rope on the table and then dropped her dress.

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