Sitting in the bus as it moved across the countryside, Angela was practically in tears. There was no airport within a hundred miles of the little town near her uncle's farm, so when she got off her plane, she had to take this two-hour ride on the bus: she felt as if she'd been sent packing for Siberia, and all because she loved to fuck. The horny little youngster knew that no matter how often her parents might punish her, she was going to continue fucking. Life wouldn't be worth living if she didn't always have a nice hot cock stuffed up between her legs. She realized her father was completely right about her not being able to screw around on the farm and she saw nothing ahead of her this summer except sexual frustration. She'd spent a few weeks with her aunt and uncle when she was a small child, and it had been horrible. The couple did absolutely nothing but work from daylight to dark, and the only break in their routine was the Sunday trip to church. They had the twins, Sarah and Samuel, who were about a year older than Angela, but they were both Bible-pushing little hicks.
When the bus stopped at the town depot, her uncle was there to meet her. He hadn't changed very much since Angela had last seen him. He was a gaunt, dour-faced man in his early forties. His raw-boned face was deeply tanned, and as usual, he was wearing a blue work shirt and bib overalls.
"Hello, Uncle Lester," Angela said as he took her bags.
"Morning, Angela," he nodded without a smile. "Did you have a pleasant trip?"
"Yes, thank you," she replied, wishing she could run away and disappear.
"I hope you brought something else to wear," he said, looking at her short mini-skirt. "Folks round here don't cotton to them kinda dresses."
"Yes, Uncle Lester," she blushed. "I have a lot of other clothes."
Without another word, he led her over to his pickup, and after opening the door for her, he put her bags in the truck bed. Getting in and starting the engine, he drove down the dusty mad that would eventually take Angela to her exile.
"Your pa tells me you been sinnin'," he finally spoke after several miles of driving.
"I wouldn't call it sinning," was her quick reply.
"You were messin' around with boys, weren't ya?" he continued.
"Well, sorta," she hesitated.
"That's sinnin'," her uncle said. "And Jesus Christ wants no part of sinners."
She didn't answer.
"While you're here," he continued, "we follow the way of God and I hope you'll take Jesus to your heart."
They drove along in silence for a few more minutes.
"Now, I'm a man of very few words," he finally spoke again. "I'm a Christian man, and that's why I'm bringing you into my home, but I have two fine children and I don't want you teaching them the evil ways of your life."
When they finally arrived at the farm house, Aunt Harriet and her twin children were waiting for them on the porch. Angela's aunt was a woman in her late thirties with a rather pretty face, but the way her long auburn hair was pulled severely back and tied in a knot did nothing to flatter her appearance. She was wearing a plain cotton house dress that was much like the ones she'd worn when Angela visited them years ago.
"Hello, darling," she greeted the girl, throwing her arms around her. "I'm so glad that God has delivered you to us."
"Hello, Aunt Harriet," smiled Angela, returning the embrace.
"Hi," grinned Sarah, her pretty freckled face glowing under her braided red hair.
"Hi," smiled Angela, throwing her arms around her cousin.
Glancing over at Samuel, who had the same freckles and fiery red hair as his sister, Angela noticed how he was blushing as he stared at her bare legs beneath the short skirt.
"Hello, Samuel," she grinned, pleased that her bare thighs had disturbed him. "It's nice to see you again."
"Come in with me," Harriet said to Angela when she noticed how her son was looking at the girl's legs. "I think you should change your clothes. That dress ain't quite right for farming."
Later that afternoon, Sarah took Angela for a tour of the farm, showing her cousin all the animals including their pet shepherd dog that answered to the imaginative name of Shep. He was a big shaggy dog that took an immediate liking to Angela as he followed the two girls around.
Sitting down at the table that evening, Uncle Lester blessed the food, and after asking the Almighty to forgive Angela for her sinful ways, they settled down to a silent meal. Except for someone asking for food to be passed, there was very little conversation during the meal.
When the dinner was finished, Angela helped Sarah clear up the table and wash the dishes. The child never bothered to do dishes at home, but here at Uncle Lester's house, everyone did chores from sun up until bedtime.
"Where's the television?" Angela asked her aunt. "Lordy, child," the woman replied. "We don't have no truck with television around here. If a body's got that much idle time, they can spend it reading the Bible."
Angela couldn't imagine spending the entire summer without television.
"And another thing," Aunt Harriet continued, "we go to bed early around here. We start doing the chores before daylight."
Little Angela couldn't think of a more piss-poor way for a horny eighteen-year-old girl to spend the summer.
It was still dark the next morning when Angela was awakened by the clatter of pots and pans and the stomping of feet as the family prepared to face the new day.
"Wake up, Angela," Sarah called through the door. "We have to gather the eggs and slop the pigs before breakfast."
Groggy and only half awake, Angela took the basket and followed her cousin out into the brisk grey dawn. Entering the barn, they were greeted by the clucking and flapping of wings as the chickens scattered to get out of the way. Sarah showed her cousin the most likely places to find eggs and Angela was soon filling her basket.
After slopping the pigs and eating breakfast, Sarah led Angela out to the garden where they were to thin the rows of onions while Uncle Lester and Samuel went out into the field to plow.
Later, when Angela and Sarah came in from the garden for lunch, Aunt Harriet handed her niece a large basket and asked her to take it to the men in the field.
"This is their lunch," she smiled, "and I'll bet they're mighty hungry by now."
When she'd removed the garments, Sarah parted her fiery red pussy hairs in order to examine her itching slit. She was surprised at how damp the hairs were, and when she saw her twat, her cuntlips were all shiny and wet like her cousin's had been. Lightly running her finger over the pink flesh to remove the offending fluid, she felt a delicious tingle rippling through her loins. Repeating the action, another little jolt of pleasure flickered through her pussy. Sarah knew it was sinful to touch herself down there, but the strange sensation felt so good she kept repeating it. The more she continued doing it, the more the intense pleasure increased. As much as Sarah knew she was doing wrong, the girl couldn't seem to stop doing it. She'd never felt anything so incredibly good in her life and the wild pleasure was increasing with every second.
She almost shrieked with joy when her finger brushed across her clit. This was the first time she'd discovered this little button of joy and the intense ecstasy she felt soon had her writhing all over the bed.
Totally consumed by these wild sensations her body had never experienced before, she thrust a second finger into her hot sucking cunt.
"Fuck!" she squealed, and plunged her fingers in and out of her lust-slickened pussy.
The unbelievable ecstasy was building and building with every stroke. Up and up she soared through a world of sensations that had been completely unknown to the girl until a few moments ago.
"Fuck," she screamed as the first orgasm she'd ever experienced began building up in her loins.
When the mind-bending climax passed, the girl collapsed into a pile of wet, quivering flesh. Trembling on the bed, Sarah knew how sinful it was to mess around with herself down there, but dear sweet Jesus, it had sure felt good.