Chapter 8

I barely finished cumming inside Sandra again at last when Nicki returned with Angela ... and another man. And then another ... And another. They were all pretty shaken up, including Angie herself. Only the Devil was calm, for obvious reasons. They were all also naked, much to my amusement and delight. They averted their eyes for a moment, but I wasn’t having it from any of them, especially Angie.

“So, this is the monogamous, ‘clean-living’ way of life that you left me to pursue? What did you do, leave the Mormon Church already? That didn’t take you what, six months, tops? Are any of these men your boyfriend? Or fiance by now, perhaps? Well, Angie? Answer me, damn it! You don’t seem to have the courage of your convictions anymore,” I demanded of Angela, even as she noticed my massive cock and started drooling over it...

I was far from a prude or holder of double standards, certainly not one to judge, but her hypocrisy really pissed me off. It was personal. She had dumped me to be with that panty waste Fred, who didn’t even want to fuck her until marriage. Ugh. And then she turned around and dropped every belief for which she broke up with me? That just irritated the hell out of me.

“Yeah, it lasted six weeks, until I met up with Tom, Dick, and Harry here ... yes, those are their actual names ... and we really hit off. The next thing that I know, I’m pulling regular trains and showing up on their amateur porn video site. Someone else who was naughty, too, must have recognized me, and told the elders and Fred as well.

“Before I knew it, our engagement was broken and I was all alone ... except when I fuck these guys. I keep trying to entice Fred into my bed to take his virginity through ex sex. He has yet to cave, sadly enough. I don’t know how or why, but I was reborn as a slut, no longer the jealous prude that you remember,” Angela winked at me now.

“Well, you weren’t a total prude, in your defense. You just didn’t want to share, or be shared, for that matter,” I let her down somewhat easy, recalling how torn my little Brazilian was over her lusts and her recent conversion to Mormonism.

I supposed that my somewhat irrational (somewhat) temper tantrum or outburst of rage or whatever had calmed down by now, hadn’t it?

“Yes, well, I technically never joined ... I was never baptized a Mormon. Yet I dumped you to marry another guy, my ex-fiance Fred, who wanted to wait for marriage. It turns out that six weeks was as long as I could actually practice abstinence. I was already climbing the walls by then. I was easy pickings for these guys here, Tom, Dick, and Harry, who incidentally are brothers. Last name is, and I shit you not, Tracy,” Angela blushed as much as she could, given her Brazilian tan.

“Wait, your last name was Tracy and your parents still named you Tom, Dick, and Harry. That’s just ... cruel! I hope that you don’t have a brother named Spencer! High school must have been Hell on Earth! Well, maybe not quite Hell on Earth. Nicki stuck her tongue out at me on that point,” I chuckled in response to this news.