Angela's planning on throwing a party but is everyone ready for what is to come?
Angela's Night - Chapter 01
Father Paul stood in the front of the church and tried to find the courage to enter. Inside lay an old man dying, inside meant facing the thing he wasn’t sure he could face. The death of the old priest wasn’t just the loss of a good and respected mber of the clergy; it was another dark cloud upon his faith. Well, what was left of his faith.
Father Paul opened the door and stepped inside. Instantly he was transported by the familiar beams of colored light from the stained glass windows and the smell of ancient wood and brick and the years of burning of incense. All these familiar sights and smells made him feel at home. The church was his home. But as he walked toward the hanging figure of Christ crucified he felt he was no longer worthy to live in his house. He could feel Christ’s eyes burning down on him in judgment. Father Paul moved his hand up to his forehead to begin the sign of the cross as he passed in front of the alter but paused and slowly dropped his hand.
“Father Paul! Oh Father, please come quick! I don’t think he will last much longer and he calls for you.” Mrs. Callaghan said.
Father Paul didn’t have time to wonder if Mrs. Callaghan had seen posturing by the alter without crossing himself because she grasp his hand and with her boney fingers she pulled him. Her skin felt thin and frail, like fabric worn too thin. She was a good woman with far more faith than him, far more chaste than him. His presence here in this house of the Lord was a joke and he only further added sin by continuing to live this lie.
“Oh Father…” Mrs. Callaghan said through bitter tears, “I just never thought I would see this day. Father Flannerly has been here for as long as I can rber.”
“Yes, he is very old.”
“But…Oh Father…do you think this will be it?”
“Only the heavenly father knows Mrs. Callaghan, in him we have to trust.”
They entered the room with Mrs. Callaghan in tears. The old priest’s room smelled of stale air and urine. He felt a sudden rush of anger that no one had changed the old priest’s sheets.
“Good, you are here son, please…please…” Father Flannerly motioned to him to come closer.
“Are…are we alone?” the old priest asked.
“No Father, would you like me to clear the room?”
Last rites had already been administered, what little family he had alive or that cared had been notified and there was really nothing left to do but…well pass into the hands of the Lord. The room was full. People loved the old man and he felt they distrusted him. He was far younger and far less traditional than Father Flannerly but just how much less traditional only he and the Lord really knew.
Father Paul turned and asked respectfully if everyone would please leave them alone. Mrs. Callaghan was the last to leave. Her hunched over form shuffled out, turned and slowly pulled the large double doors shut. The doors closed, Father Paul knew that no one would hear a word they said. He held a finger under his nose and leaned closer, the smell was almost unbearable.
“I had hoped to have more time…we always wish we have more time than we do but the Lord decides when it is…” the old man paused to cough a few times before continuing, “…Oh…are you…here son?”
“Yes Father.”
“I wish I had more time, there was so much I needed to tell you, instruct you on…you are in grave danger…”
Father Paul held the old man’s hand and tried to ignore the feeling that he was holding bones and not flesh. It was obvious the old priest was already slipping away and his mind was no longer right. What danger could he possibly be in? The ravings of the dying, he had heard it before.
“I know you think I’m crazy.” The old priest spoke with a sudden strength and for a moment Father Paul felt the presence of the former man this old priest once was.
“You think an old man like me lives in superstition and believes in only old ways, old outdated, out of fashion ways. Well, you may be right, you may be right. But you are a man of the cloth, if that is what they still produce these days and you were sent to replace me but not by my order. No, my order has long since ceased to exist.
“So listen well! I am about to pass to you my last strength but I have no time to instruct you on how to use or understand what I am about to do. You think that this world is made of science and reason. I listen to your sermons about the Devil as an “idea” and evil as a metaphor but you are wrong. Satan is very real, very real…and before Christ made his sacrifice for man the world was filled with his minions and your new age nonsense is just what he needs to release hell on earth!” The old man sat up and raised his fist into the air. Father Paul put a hand on his shoulder and tried to push him down but found the old man immovable. The old priest grabed Father Paul’s hand and held it with a grip like steel. Father Paul tried to pull away from the grip but found he couldn’t move his hand even an inch.
Father Flannerly’s eyes grew round until the whites shown clearly and he seemed for a moment more demon himself than man. Father Paul then felt something in the room. A sense of heat and a copper taste on his tongue, then every muscle in his body went ice cold and he heard words coming from the old man that he didn’t understand. The words were ancient and powerful and for the first time in his life he was afraid of more than just losing faith, he was afraid for his very soul.
Angela watched Gitane move across Grocery Boy Jr. and waited for her to do her thing. Gitane was a perfect tease, well more than a tease really, Gitane was a pure out slut. But she knew how to tease when she wanted something and Gitane always wanted something. Right now what Gitane and Angela wanted was stuff for the party and fuck if either of them were going to pay for it. Why would any woman with tits and an ass ever pay for anything? Gitane was dressed in her cheerleader skirt and top but not the one from UNC but the one from high school and the old high school outfit was just about two sizes too small.
Gitane was working her magic on the store clerk and his friend. She giggled and leaned back slightly so her top opened just enough to expose her green bra. When they spoke she giggled and touched them. Just a simple touch was enough to drive most men crazy. A little wink and they would give you their wallet. The right laugh and a hug and they would sell you their soul. Yes, men were like teller machines to Gitane and she knew exactly how to make a withdrawal. Angela was positive the boys at the counter were sporting erections that could drive nails and Gitane hadn’t even really turned on her charm yet. Give her another few minutes and they would be helping them rob the place blind.
Gitane stepped back and motioned to her old cheering uniform. The boy behind the counter leaned over and looked down. That’s when Gitane spun around and let them see…whoops, no panties! My oh my, whatever was she thinking? The boy’s jaws dropped and their IQs went with them. Good. Just a little more and Gitane would have the cameras off.
Gitane moved behind the counter and bent over pressing her firm but tiny ass into the boy’s crotch. She wiggled and he started to back up a little. He was confused. Good. All going as planned. Gitane spun the sucker around and pushed him and motioned for his friend to follow. Gitane turned and winked at Angela which meant that she had the cameras off so that they could go back in the back and fuck, or so the boys thought. Now all Angela had to do was shop. “Been caught Stealin’” by Jane’s Addiction ran through her head and Angela danced as she cleaned the store of everything they needed.
Like she said, why pay for anything when you are beautiful?
Angela sat in the black Nova and waited for Gitane. Finally she came out with her top slung over her shoulder wearing only her green bra. Not really so bad in a pathetic Madonna kinda way but of course all of Gitane’s bras were cut low so the nipples were exposed. Even Madonna wasn’t that much of a slut.
“About fucking time!”
“Did you get tha shit or didn’cha?” Gitane asked.
“Of course I got it but I’ve been waitin’ out here for like 30 minutes!”
“Oh bullshit, them boys didn’ last moren’ five minutes.”
“You fucked them?”
Gitane smiled. She wiped her lips with her finger but more for show than because she had anything on them.
“Oh God, you really are going to die of AIDs, you know that?”
“Bullshit, you can’t get AIDs from sucking dick.”
“Like you only suck dick.”
“Least I ain’t fucking a priest!”
“Oh I wish I was fucking him. Mmm, how I wish I was fucking him.”
“Well, you know how to pick ‘em. I’ll admit he is cute but really Angela, a priest?”
“He reminds me Peter Murphy.”
“Why you have a thing for skinny old creepy men I’ll never understand.”
The two girls laughed and Angela backed up out of the parking lot right as the boys were coming out the front. Angela flicked them the bird with her painted black finger nail shimmering in the sun and then peeled out of the lot with a trunk full of beer, junk food and every Halloween decoration she could find.
Gitane slipped her foot out of her shoe and hung her leg out the window as they entered the highway. Wearing only the green bra and the super short skirt Gitane was a show for any passing car or truck. That’s exactly what Gitane wanted. Angela reached in her coffin shaped purse and pulled out a stick of gum.
“Want some?”
“Naw.” Gitane hung her head out the window and tousled her multicolor hair. Gitane was actually a natural dirty blonde but she preferred to keep it various bright colors. A truck drove up beside them and Gitane said, “Here we go.” She turned her skinny little hips toward the open window. Angela knew what was coming and grinned. Gitane waited until the truck was beside them before flipping up her skirt and exposing her baby smooth shaved pussy. Thick pierced labia poked out from between the soft tan skin of Gitane’s secret garden. No tan lines for this girl. Gitane hadn’t had tan lines since 3rd grade when she started laying out nude on the back porch and teasing poor Mr. Hall across the fence. He was arrested a few weeks later. Gitane claimed she was completely innocent. There was nothing about Gitane that was completely innocent. Never has been, not since birth.
“Is he looking?”
“How the hell should I know?” Angela said.
“Drive faster and see if he stays with us.”
Angela sped up and sure enough the truck drove faster and matched their speed.
“Yeah, he is watching.”
Gitane gyrated her hips gently in a way that only Gitane could accomplish. Angela grinned and thought of trying that next time she was meeting with Father Paul. Only problem, she would probably look like an idiot. Gitane and Angela had been in dance classes together since kindergarten but Gitane had a natural flexibility that Angela didn’t share. That flexibility meant Gitane could do things she would never do but Angela was a better dancer. Angela loved music and dance. Gitane had taken dance to a new level, one where she managed to get naked while dancing and men managed to shove money in what little clothes remained on her body.
Gitane dropped the bra and threw it in the backseat. Angela marveled at how huge Gitane’s breasts had gotten over the past couple of years while her own were barely more than a soft little mound with light pink puffy nipples. Angela also didn’t have to worry about tan lines because she didn’t tan. Angela was naturally the perfect snow white goth girl. Gitane’s tits were perfectly tanned and round and thus the reason that Gitane was always the one to tease the guys, well that and she loved it more than Angela.
“Rub my pussy.” Gitane said.
Angela reached over and put a hand on Gitane’s firm flat stomach and slowly moved down toward the smooth little mound of flesh that was her pussy. She moved her eyes from the highway to Gitane’s pussy and back again over and over as she tenderly found the puckered flesh and the little metal ball that pierced Gitane’s hood. Gitane did feel wonderful and made the most amazing sounds when you fingered her thick moist cunt.
“Mmmm…you are so going to have to go down on me when we get back to the dorm room.”
“You didn’t just fuck Ben today did you?”
“What does that matter?”
“Because…I don’t like going down on you right after you’ve fucked Ben.”
“You are so weird. What the fuck does that matter?”
“It matters because you are fucking my Ex!”
Gitane pouted a little. With her colorful locks pulled up into pig tails Gitane could suddenly appear 10 years old when she pouted. Like a grown up punked out Shirly Temple. It was part of the reason she could afford the clothes she always bought.
“I asked you before I fucked him.”
“Ummm, hello! I don’t think walking into the living room and seeing my best friend with my boyfriend’s cock in her mouth constitutes as ‘asking me first’.”
“Well, technically I wasn’t fucking him…yet.”
“It doesn’t matter, we both know he is fucking that cunt anyway…if the frigid bitch even has sex…so did you fuck him today?”
“No.”
“Ok, then I’ll go down on you as soon as we get back but we need to go through the stuff and I need to call everyone to make sure people are coming to the party tomorrow night.”
“Use two fingers.” Gitane moaned.
Angela slipped another finger down inside her friend’s pussy and Gitane moaned and pumped her hips. She was already really wet and her nipples were thick hard knobs in the center of her round breasts.
“Is he watching because I’m going to cum soon.”
Angela swerved slightly as she leaned down and looked over to see the truck driver smiling. He waved. Angela waved back. He was a thick necked good ‘ol boy and there was no way in hell they were going to invite him back to the dorm room.
“He’s a redneck.”
“Is he cute?”
“No.”
“Damn.”
“You going to cum?”
“No, not now that you told me he isn’t cute. You could have lied until after I came.”
“Sorry.”
Gitane pulled her leg in and closed her perfect little thighs and Angela moved her hand over and held it to her nose and breathed in the scent of her friend. She had lied. She had fucked Ben. Angela didn’t know how she knew these things but she did. She knew when it was going to rain by how she slept the night before, she knew when someone was in love with someone by how the light around them moved and she knew where people had been and who they fucked by how they smelt.
“You did fuck Ben. You lying little bitch.”
“God, how do you do that? You really are a witch aren’t you?”
Gitane leaned over the back seat so she could get her bra. Her tiny little naked ass stuck up in the air and Angela could see her puckered pussy lips even from the side view. Suddenly the idea of going down on her best friend didn’t sound so bad. In fact if she wasn’t driving she would have done it right then and there. But no, she had a party to plan and things to do. She was determined to have the coolest Halloween party ever!
Richard stood as still as possible. All he had to do was stand absolutely still and he would have enough money for that new iPod in a week. His legs hurt from standing still for so long but it would be worth it when he was walking around with a new iTouch! He had the camera ready and he was pretty sure he had turned the sound off so it wouldn’t click when he took a picture. Clarissa walked into the room and sat on the bed. Richard’s heart started beating faster. He was already hard before anything had even happened. His sister stood and moved over to her vanity and took her earrings off. Next she would take off her hair clips and then, if he was lucky, she would change clothes. She didn’t always change clothes so that was where he was fucked. If she changed when she got home from classes then he might get a panty and bra set of photos but today he was hoping for the full frontal naked titties and pussy shot. iPods weren’t cheap and the new one was going to run him around 300 bucks! That was a whole lotta copies of the photo and the last set of panty shots with his sister bending over only netted him 75 bucks. The iPod would take a full beaver shot and his sister was the most coveted beaver in the county.
Clarissa went into the bathroom.
Richard lowered the camera and started jerking himself through his pants. He didn’t risk unzipping now, shoulda done that before she came in. Finally she came back in the room and she was already pulling off her shirt. He raised the camera but didn’t take the shot. What if he didn’t turn off the click sound? God damn digital cameras! ‘Rissa unzipped her jeans and let them drop to the floor. YES! This was going better than he could have ever dreamt. Should he take the shot? This might be it. Her huge ass tits barely fit in that bra! She had grown at least a whole other size since she started college. You could clearly see her brown nipples through the thin fabric. ‘Take it!’ his mind screamed but he held the camera and prayed. He prayed to whatever God there was that made girls that looked like his sister strip naked. He couldn’t understand why women ever wanted to wear clothes! If it were up to him he would pass a law that all women had to be naked all the time.
God answered his prayer and she reached around behind her back and with a quick little flick of her fingers her bra fell off her shoulders and she shrugged it off completely.
A side shot! He had it! Big white fleshy side of her titty shot! Oh baby, oh Mama! Now that would bring at least a dollar or two per print! No, he would barely make a hundred bucks if he just got a side shot. He already had plenty of those. No, this time he was holding out for the full frontal furry beaver shot. He had seen that before but that was when he only had his parent’s old camera and it made noise when you took the picture and so he would only get one shot before she caught him.
Then it happened. Rissa hooked her thumbs around the little pink panties and she bent over right in front of him and between her creamy white thighs was the best slit of pink he had ever seen! He pressed the button.
Shh-click!
It was loud as sin! Clarissa looked up and toward the door. Richard thought for a minute she would hear his heart beating. Sweat dripped down from his forehead and he held as still as he could. Clarissa walked over to the door and locked it and then walked back to the vanity. She leaned forward and looked at her face in the mirror. Oh GOD! What a beautiful shot of her sweet round ass! But he just got a shot of her ass and he was only going to be able to risk one more snap before she might catch him and that was going to be a full frontal shot or he was going to die. He held the camera up and waited for her to turn. Turn baby, turn and come to the closet. Sure she would catch him but not before he put the camera down his pants and she would never reach in there to get it. Come on big Sis, just turn…and…
She did!
For a brief second before his finger pressed down on the little silver button Richard was in absolute heaven! Clarissa was a vision of beauty, she was the reason angels in heaven blew trumpets. Clarissa was fucking H-O-Teetotallyfuckingsweetasstasty. Her face was like a sleek fashion model but her body was like a Barbie doll come to life but with nipples and a big fat hairy bush!
SH-CLICK!
Then it all happened just as he planned it. Clarissa lurched forward and grabed the folding closet doors and pulled them open. At the same moment Richard shoved the camera down his pants and tucked it up under his balls, nearly taking off some skin in the process. Then Clarissa was grabing his arm and pulling him out of the closet for his favorite part.
“Richie! Gosh Darn it! How many times…Ohhhh…You infuriate me!”
“What? I was just getting a look at those huge knockers! What are you feeding those things? Miracle grow?!”
“Give me that camera or I’m going to tell Mama!”
“Go ahead and I’ll tell her how you been sneakin’ off with Ben Tramer! Bet she would also like to know you are on the pill now!”
“Oh…well get out!” Clarissa shouted.
“Come on Rissa, can’t I at least get a hand job first?”
“Eeewww! You are totally sick Richie! You need to stop hanging out with that Granger kid.”
Then Clarissa pushed him. Oh yes! His favorite part. His sister’s breasts heaved forward and then fell back. He stood his ground best he could and she pushed him again. His eyes never leaving those big giant tits with their soft jiggling beauty, man he needed a video camera! Then she grabed him, unlocked the door and twisted him so she could throw him out but not before he reached back with his hand and cupped a big furry feel of her pussy.
“AHHH! You sick little fucking pervert!”
Then the door slammed.
“What’s going on in there?”
“Nothing Mom.” Richard said and reached down his pants. He pulled out the camera and kissed the black plastic that would soon give him an iPod. He turned to go to his room when suddenly he was grabed by the back of his shirt and pulled up. The fabric ripped and stretched as he was lifted off the ground.
“Well, well. What do we have here?”
“Uhh…hey Sammi!”
“Don’t hey Sammi me you little meathead. Your Muddha told me yous was home and yet here I wait and you ain’t even in your room so I thinks to myself, hmmm…where could a dirty little sick fuck like you be hiding?”
“What do you want Sammi?”
“Give me the camera.”
“FUCK YOU!”
“Fuck me? Fuck me? How about I fuck your stupid juvenile delinquent ass up with my fist and take the fucking camera and then I’ll fucking stomp it into the ground and use your face to clean up the fuckin’ mess.”
Richard felt his heart drop and his dreams of the iPod go as he turned over the camera.
“Good boy.”
“Why do you care? You are just gonna take it and jerk off to it cause you like my sister’s titties. Rissa ain’t never gonna go out with you again. She is all into Ben Tramer now!”
“That faggot?”
“Yeah, she’s fucking him.”
Sammi dropped the kid’s shirt and put the camera in his pocket. He was right, he planned to go home and download the pics off the camera as soon as he could but still, Ben Tramer? That fucking college boy? Not everyone can fucking go to college you know. Some people have to work for a living. Sammi decided to leave and go pay that faggot a personal call. Him and his fucking frat boy friends would learn what it’s like to face a real man.
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