There was a rap at the door. “Is everything okay?” It was my mother. “Do you need anything?”
“Some drinks and sandwiches would be nice,” said Mark evenly. “We’re gonna be here all night.” He glanced at the priest. “I’ll get sleeping bags. Looks like we’ll be camping out.”
“That doesn’t matter. I have work to do.”
“Knock yourself out,” grumbled Mark. He left a second later.
Father Ryan stood near. I knew this because I could smell him. That delicious male scent tickled and teased me. I opened an eye to stare at him. He was magnificent looking. Why someone so young and handsome would want to give his cock to God was a mystery to me.
“Are you gay?”
“What?”
“Is that why you’re a priest? Do you like the little boys?”
He held up some sort of amulet. A red stone occupied the center. “Defend us in “our battle” against principalities and powers, against the rulers of this world of darkness, against the spirits of wickedness in high places.”
The amulet touched my forehead, and I screamed. It was ice cold! I’d never felt anything so cold before, and it burned me. “You queer! Fucking homo!”
“In the name of the father, and of the son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.”
They hadn’t tied my feet, and I kicked at him. He stepped away from the bed. Removing a white handkerchief, he dabbed his forehead.
I spread my legs. “Look at my pussy. It’s virgin. No man’s been in here. Don’t you want to be the first? Isn’t your cock hard, thinking about popping my cherry?”
He went to the window and looked out. The afternoon sun had disappeared behind the house. The door opened, and Mark returned with the sandwiches and sleeping bags. He eyed my crotch.
“This is for you too, stepdaddy. You can have a turn, right after the good father. You can both fuck me. I’d let you fuck my ass. Don’t ya wanna know what a virgin cunt feels like?”
He handed a sandwich to the priest. “Here. Eat something. There’s no reason to starve, even during an exorcism.
“Thank you.”
I felt suddenly exhausted. It was as if someone had pulled the plug on me. I collapsed, and all went black. When I woke, it was well into the night. I gazed around and noted the priest on a sleeping bag, snoring. Mark was nearby and sleeping.
So much for the fucking exorcism, huh? You losers!
I spent a great deal of time loosening the binds around my hands. They cut into my wrists, but I was determined to release myself. The beginnings of erotic stirrings had their claws in me. This time I would not be denied. I was going to get the cock I had been craving for days. Luckily, there were two to choose from.
Sliding from the bed, I approached Mark, who was unconscious, with his mouth open. He wore a pair of sweats and a loose fitting t-shirt. I knelt by him, feeling a rush of lust like a freight train thundering through my head. I crawled on top of him and placed my hand over his mouth. His eyes flew open.
“Shush,” I murmured.
His hands went to my elbows. “What are y—?”
I kissed him, silencing the protest. I pressed myself to him. He was incredibly warm, and he smelled of laundry detergent and male wholesomeness. The scent filled my lungs and ignited a need so acute, I trembled. I ground my hips against him.
“I need this so bad,” I whispered. “Please don’t tie me up again. Just give me your cock. I won’t tell anyone. The priest’s on the other side of the bed. He won’t even know.”
He was about to object, and I silenced him with my mouth. My tongue darted in deep coercing his to a battle. His hands felt hot against my waist, and he cupped my breast. To my absolute delight, he began to respond. I felt him hardening beneath me, and it made my pussy sing, just like the angels in heaven.
“Get back on the bed,” he whispered weakly.
“No. I want you here. Right now.”
I yanked on his pants. They lowered easily due to the elastic waistband. His cock was hard and thrusting. I grasped it and took him in my mouth. This being the first cock I had ever had, I worked him furiously, sucking and choking on him, as he slid down my throat. I was ravenous in my attempt to eat him. He moaned while I worked, his hands tangling in my hair. When I was at the absolute end of my tolerance and could bear it no more, I straddled him.
“You’re so hard, daddy. Fuck me.”
I lowered myself, feeling him slide deep. Then I thrust my hips back and forth and fucked him. This is what I had been craving all week. The feel of a real cock was nothing compared to my thin, unsatisfying fingers. It couldn’t compare to a hairbrush either. It was the perfect shape and size for my opening, and as I rode him, I moaned with bliss.
His hands went to my hips, guiding me. I gripped his hard stomach, my fingertips kneading his muscled flesh. Nothing on earth had ever felt so good.
“Oh, God, Alice,” he murmured.
“That’s a good daddy. Make Alice happy.”
My stomach tensed, as the first contraction hit. I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out; afraid the priest would wake and spoil the fun. I shuddered with the impact of the release, moaning and gasping.
He thrust up into me and froze. “Oooohh...shit...” He too had reached completion.
I fell on his chest and sighed. “That was wonderful.”
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Chapter Three His cock was still in me, hard and wet. I raised myself to look at him. “Good stepdaddy. I loved every second of—”
“That was a mistake,” he muttered, looking guilt ridden and horrified.
“No,” I corrected. “That was just the beginning. I can’t wait to do it again.”
He shoved me off of him. “Shit!” He ran fingers through his hair.
“Is something amiss?” asked Father Ryan. He stood over us, his eyes widening with the realization at what we had done. He crossed himself. “Dear Lord.”
Mark got to his feet and paced the room, looking agitated. “Shit. Son of a bitch.”
“It was so good, daddy. I wanna do it again.”
The priest grabbed my stepfather’s arm. “You’ve sinned, my son, but you mustn’t let it derail the exorcism. She’s possessed of some sort of sexual demon. It’s taken over her body, and it’s acting on her behalf. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
“Oh, yeah?” he spat. “I just...slept with my stepdaughter. Don’t be so hard on myself?” He looked like he was about to explode. “I can’t even wrap my brain around what just happened.”
“But you liked it, daddy,” I purred. “You liked it very much. I have your sperm in my pussy, dripping out of me right now. I really want your sperm too, father. I want both of you to fuck me.”
Mark groaned. “I gotta get a drink.” He stormed out of the room.
I glanced at the priest. “Take that stupid robe off. Lemme see what you’re hiding.”
He looked wary, because he had been left alone with me. “Um...” he held up his cross to ward me off. “I cast you out. Leave this young woman’s body, you vile creature.”
I laughed, “You think that’ll protect you?”
I rubbed my breasts. I smelled of sex. I had Mark’s sweat on me, and it was the most intoxicating perfume ever. His semen had mixed with my pussy juices creating a pungent cocktail, which teased my nose and made my stomach clench with hunger. I needed another hard cock.
“In the name of the father, and of the son, and—”
I sprang on him, sending him backwards to the floor with a thud. Like a leopard, I sat on him, my juices wetting his black cassock.
“Now you’re mine. I can’t wait to fuck a Holy cock.”
A fever gripped me like never before. Every part of my body throbbed with wanting this man. My muscles tensed, my tummy shook, and my fingers morphed into tenacious claws, grasping and strong. I ripped his clothes from him piece by piece until he lay bare beneath me. Where this extraordinary strength had come from, I would never know. The cross around h
is neck only added to my excitement.
“You’re not gay after all, are you?”
I could feel his erection beneath me. His underpants were the last item to go, and after I’d torn the cotton from him, my eager eyes fell upon his engorged flesh. “Ooohh...yes. That’s what I want.” I went for it, but strong hands grasped my shoulders, and I was thrown to the floor.
“We gotta tie her up,” said Mark. “Get dressed, father.”
He crossed himself, looking frazzled. His erection, firm and hard, continued unabated. “Dear Lord. How shall we survive the night? The demon within her is a sordid temptress.” He picked his clothing off the floor, only to find certain items in shreds. He wore what he could and draped his robe over him. “I’ll help you restrain her. She can’t get loose again. It’s too dangerous.”
“What’s going on?” I asked.
They glanced at me, surprised and bewildered.
Why the hell was I naked in front of two men, one of whom was a stranger? “Where are my clothes?”
“Alice?” asked Mark. He looked confused.
I crossed my arms over my chest, mortified. “Daddy? Why am I naked?”
“Susan!” he shouted, and glanced at the priest. “She’s back.”
“Yes, but for how long?”
“What is it?” My mother was on the other side of the door.
“Get Alice some clothes.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, she’s herself again.”
“Oh, thank God.”
The priest stood over me, staring down his long nose. “What do you remember, Alice?”
“About what?”
He crouched next to me. “About anything. You’ve had a possession for several days.”
I snorted, “As if. Gimme a break.”
“It doesn’t seem like she remembers anything,” said Mark. He looked relieved.
“I gotta pee.” Being naked in front of a stranger and my stepfather was mortifying. What the hell was going on? Mom entered the room with a fresh nightgown. I was so relieved to see her. “Mommy. Please tell me what’s happening. Why am I naked? Why’s a stupid priest in our house?”
She hugged me. “Oh, honey. I’m so glad you’re yourself again. I was so worried.”
I wept on her shoulder. “I’m so hungry. I gotta pee.”
She tossed the nightgown over my head. “Let’s get you to the bathroom.”
The priest looked wary. “This may only be a brief reprieve. We must be vigilant. Don’t let your guard down.”
Mark sighed. “I’m glad she’s back. I don’t know how much longer I coulda put up with this.”
“It’s okay, honey,” murmured my mother. “Go to the bathroom, and I’ll get you food.”
I yawned. I felt like I hadn’t slept for days. “Can’t everybody go away? I wanna sleep.”
“Go freshen up first. Then you can sleep.”
In the bathroom, I stared at myself. My long blonde hair had tangled around my shoulders. I brushed out the strands, until the silky waves hung to my boobs. I felt wetness between my thighs, and I touched myself. Bringing my finger to my nose, I grimaced. I smelled strange. The fluid in me wasn’t my own. It was all over my inner thighs.
“Gross.”
I turned on the shower and stepped in, shampooing and scrubbing the strange odors away. I ached everywhere. There wasn’t a muscle that didn’t scream out in agony. I felt like I had been pummeled in a boxing ring. Brushing my teeth, I combed out my hair and appraised myself. There were purple smudges under my eyes.
“Shit, I look like hell.”
There was a flash, a brief second of distortion in the mirror. I blinked, seeing myself again, only this time, I looked sharper, uglier. My eyes flamed red! There were black horns protruding through the skin on my forehead. I screamed.
Mark burst into the room, and I flung myself at him. “I look scary, daddy!”
Mother and Father Ryan were behind him.
“What do you mean, Alice?” asked mom. “What happened?”
“There’s something wrong with the mirror. It’s horrible. I have horns on my head. My eyes are red. What’s wrong with me?”
“The demon’s still inside of her,” said the priest. “I don’t know how long we have before it manifests again.”
Mother cried, “Poor thing. Let’s get her food then. She hasn’t eaten for hours.”
I sat on the bed and devoured the sandwich. I drank lemonade and belched soundly. Why the stupid priest had to sit at the foot of the bed was a mystery to me. He was in the rocking chair, and it creaked from the gentle swaying. He stared at me intently.
My shoulders slumped wearily. “I’m so tired.”
“She seems fine to me,” said mother. “Can’t we call it a night? It’s past one.”
“This isn’t over yet,” said the priest. “We haven’t successfully removed the infestation.”
“Stop calling it that!” she retorted angrily. “She’s not a cockroach. She’s my daughter.”
“Don’t let this momentary interlude disarm you. We must be prepared for the next attack.”
Mother moved hair out of my eyes. “Baby. Honey, I love you. I know you’re gonna be just fine. Go to sleep, and get some rest.”
“What’s happened to me?”
“There’s something...we don’t really understand. You have a virus, honey. You’re sick. We’re trying to get you better.”
“I feel fine now.” I snuggled in the blankets.
“Of course you do. It’s probably over. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”
“Things look calm,” said Mark. “I need a shower.”
“I’m going to pray for a while. I’ll watch over her,” offered Father Ryan.
I was stuck with the damn priest? “How am I gonna sleep with that?” Couldn’t he just go away?
“I’ll pray softly. You’ll hardly hear me.”
I groaned, “Great.”
After mommy and Mark left, I closed my eyes, all the while, I was forced to listen to, “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters...even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil...”
I stuck my fingers in my ears.
But something was happening. My body suddenly flamed, red hot, and I moaned. I could feel intense heat from deep within, and I flung the covers off. It was so hot; I tore my nightgown from my body. My pussy throbbed with need, gripping me with an uncontrollable craving. I wanted that priest’s hard cock.
I knelt on the bed, naked, and blazing, staring at Father Ryan, who’d turned as white as a sheet.
“You’re mine,” I uttered. Then I leapt.
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Chapter Four With unreal strength, I grabbed him from the rocking chair, and we tumbled to the floor, where I ended up on top of him, my thighs crushing his sides. Claw like fingers tore his clothing away.
“There’s no shame in this, father,” I hissed.
“Mother of God, by all that’s Holy! I call on Saint Michael to cast out this demon.”
He struggled beneath me, but I held him fast. Kissing him silenced his annoying protests and useless prayers. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, savoring the taste and feel of him. All the while, I rubbed against him, successfully eliciting the response of his arousal. His cock had hardened to perfection, gleaming from my pussy juices.
“Lord save me.” That sounded unconvincing.
I laughed, “You want to fuck me. I know you do.”
I took him in my mouth and suckled the engorged tip. He smelled deliciously musky from maleness and sweat. I worked him aggressively, until I felt his hands in my hair, and his moans filled the room. I laved him, licking up and down, while grasping his balls and gently massaging. I sucked one into my mouth.
“Oh! Dear...Lord.”
“Tell me you like it, father! Tell me!”
“I...oh...Holy mother...sa
ve me.”
I worked his cock greedily, sucking and pulling, until tiny rivers of saliva ran down and pooled at its base. When I couldn’t take it another second, I straddled him. Wickedness seized me, at that moment, and a naughty idea surfaced. I spit on my hand and smeared the wetness on my ass. I was going to fuck him there, in the tight folds of my anus. I needed it so badly; I practically climaxed on the spot, but I held the sensation at bay.
Lowering, I impaled myself, feeling a ripping pain that only inflamed me more. “Oh, yes! Oooh, it’s so good.”
“Dear Lord!”
His cock was so large; the bands of my sensitive muscles stretched wide to accommodate him. The depravity of this act had me moaning and digging my fingers into his tummy. I needed more lubrication, and I removed myself, only to spit on his cock. Sitting again, I sunk low.
“Oh, fuck me, father. You feel so good.” I sounded breathless.
His hands went to my hips as he guided me back and forth. He groaned and closed his eyes. It felt heavenly having a cock in my ass, opening me to impossible breadths. The pleasure mixed with the pain was like an aphrodisiac. I worked him to and fro, extracting every inch of satisfaction I could. My breasts jiggled out of control, smashing together with the movement of my hips.
“That’s a bad priest. Fucking an innocent girl in the ass. Naughty, father, naughty.”
He moaned, “Dear Lord.”
Someone’s sharp intake of breath had me glancing over my shoulder. It was Mark. He stood there with wet hair looking stunned. My heightened senses smelled the freshness of his skin and the flowery soap he had used.
“Ooohh...yeah. Fuck my ass!”
The priest was gone. He had given in to me, as he should. I had total control and absolute power. I rode him hard, pain flaring in my nether regions, spurring me on. Lifting myself, I felt the fat head nearly slip out. Then I sat on it again and rutted. I alternated between driving low and deep and fucking the tip, which caused pain to register, which only added to the pleasure.
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