"Jesus Christ," her father panted. "Why can't you keep your damn pants on?"
"With school out and Dad and I both working," shouted her mother, "you'll be running wild all summer."
"I won't do it again," she promised.
"Damn right you won't," her father yelled. "I'm going to send you to your Uncle Lester's farm until school starts."
"No!" screamed Angela. "I won't go to that horrible farm!"
"What's so horrible about it?" he demanded.
"There's nothing to do there but work and go to church," she sobbed.
"That's exactly why you're going," he growled. "So your horny little pussy can get some rest."
"Please don't make me go," she begged. "I promise I won't fool around any more."
"That's what you said the last time we caught you," snapped her mother. "But you won't have a chance to chippy around at Uncle Lester's."
CHAPTER TWO
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.