Mark stared at us, his hands in fists at his sides. His sweatpants had begun to bulge.
“Bring me that cock,” I entreated. “Lemme suck my daddy’s cock.”
The priest realized we were being watched. He gasped, “Oh, Dear...Lord...I...can’t stop her.” He groaned.
I waved for Mark. “You know you want to. Lemme suck that cock.”
I willed him to come to me. I licked my lips anticipating that long, nasty cock down my throat. I burned with need. He took one small step and then another. I was just able to reach him. I massaged him over the material.
“Take them off, daddy. I wanna suck it so bad.”
He lowered the sweatpants producing a pale penis. I could just get my mouth around him. While I fucked the priest, I worked my stepdaddy, licking and sucking noisily. Both men groaned in unison.
“Oh, dear...Lord!” Father Ryan stiffened beneath me, and a deluge of cum squirted into my ass.
“That’s a bad priest. You’re a dirty man.” I groaned and suckled Mark’s cock.
The sensation of need was upon me again, and now that the cock in my ass had emptied itself, I craved another one. I sucked hard, bringing it deep into my throat, gagging and moaning. Mark’s hands were in my hair, tangling the long tresses.
“Oh, God,” he moaned.
“Fuck my ass, daddy. I need it.” I got on my hands and knees and offered up my dirty behind. Semen dripped to my inner thighs and beyond. “Don’t be shy. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!”
He was behind me, touching my cheeks. His thumb rubbed across my sore hole, but it felt so good, I groaned. A finger sunk in, and I thrust my ass up.
“Be a good daddy, and fuck your little girl.” His cock prodded and sunk in. The intensity of the pleasure made me clench around him.
Father Ryan sat on the floor watching us. He looked horrified, but interested. His thin, white fingers held the cross he wore around his neck. His limp cock dripped milky residue. As Mark’s dipped deep in my tight hole, I met the priest’s eyes.
“It’s so good. I love it.”
My stepfather’s thrusts made his balls slap against my ass. He breathed raggedly, as he exerted himself, pleasuring us both. Tiny droplets of sweat fell to my lower back, while he worked himself to happiness. The smell of hot, nasty sex filled the room.
“Oh, God, Alice!”
“Yeah, I know you love it, you bad stepdaddy. Fuck me!”
The priest’s sperm felt cold on my inner thighs. I thrust my hand to my mound and massaged my clit, which was huge. The engorged mass was so sensitive, I gasped every time I touched myself.
“Oh, Jesus!” Mark hammered me, driving in and out. “I...can’t hold it...oooohh...” He drove in all the way, moaned, and spurted inside of me.
“That’s it, you bad daddy. Cum in your little girl.” I thrust my ass into him, nearing the finish line myself. He was still hard, and I used him, milking every inch for my own pleasure. “Ooohh...shit...oooohhh.”
It hit me then, and I screamed. The sensation left me throbbing and convulsing. I flung my head forward and moaned. Mark continued to slide in and out, while his juices dripped to my thighs.
Father Ryan tried his best to dress in what remained of his helplessly torn clothing. I laughed, “Why bother? We’re just gonna fuck again anyhow. I want both of your cocks in me at the same time.”
The men exchanged a glance.
Mark spoke, “She needs to be tied to the bed.”
“Yes, she does. The sooner, the better.”
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Chapter Five I did not fight as they grabbed my arms and wrapped the abrasive rope around my wrists, securing me to the headboard. My legs were held immobile in a similar fashion.
“Don’t spoil all the fun,” I complained. “It hasn’t even started yet.”
“I need...to shower,” announced the priest. “I feel unclean.”
“That’s because you’re a very dirty man.”
“Use the shower in the hallway. Susan will find you some new clothes.”
“Yes, that might be advisable.” He glanced at the shredded rags that barely concealed him. “I should’ve brought my own, but—”
“None of us could’ve foreseen this. Quit beating yourself up.”
“When I return, the exorcism will begin in earnest. We must work harder to rid Alice of the demon. We cannot fail this girl.”
“We’ll do whatever we have to. Don’t worry.”
When he left, I eyed Mark. “I’m wet. Can’t you wipe me, please?”
His features registered alarm. “No.”
“But...it’s gross. I can feel sperm dripping outta my—”
“Shut up!”
“Use some tissues. Please. I hate this. It’s really uncomfortable.” What I craved were his hands near my pussy. I ached with need and burned to have this man’s touch. I wanted his fingers in my wet pussy.
“Shit!” he muttered. “Son of a bitch!”
There was a tap at the door. “How’s it going?” It was my mother.
“It’s fine. We’re fine.” He paced back and forth, clearly agitated.
“Please, daddy. Please wipe away your sperm.”
“Shut the fuck up! Shit.” More pacing. “I can’t believe...I’ve done this. I can’t believe it.”
“Don’t feel guilty for fucking me. You loved it. You loved the way my ass felt. It was so tight around your cock.”
He raged with anger suddenly, his face contorting. “Shut the fuck up, you fucking demon!”
His strong hands were suddenly over my mouth. I moaned. I could smell the heat of his arousal coming off him in waves. I had turned him on, with my body and words. He didn’t trust himself one bit, and with good reason.
I licked his palm as it covered my mouth, tasting the saltiness of his skin. This set off a maelstrom of need, as my sex clenched unbearably with the desire to be fucked again. I bucked up against him. He let go of my mouth.
“Kiss me. Please.”
He paused, looking torn and repulsed, yet unable to move. He was weakening. Good.
“I want you. I wanted you before too, before this week. I’ve seen you naked, you know. I’ve watched you fuck my mother. I watched you through a crack in the door. I love the way your butt looks, round and perfect. I’ve been fantasizing about you for a year now.”
“Shut up.”
“When I touch myself, I imagine it’s really you touching me. I just want...more. I need you so bad. Won’t you kiss me?” His pants bulged. My words had an effect on him. “Kiss me please. No one will know. The priest’s in the shower. Mom’s not here. It’s just you and me.”
“I’ll know.” He sounded miserable.
“I won’t tell.” I thrust my hips up. “At least wipe the sperm away. Please.”
He took a tissue box off the nightstand. “Shit! Fine.”
“I’m so glad, daddy. I’m so dirty.”
He sighed unhappily. “I’m going to regret this.”
“No,” I breathed. “Clean me, daddy. Please.”
He touched me with the tissue, and I moaned. Wiping me intimately, he worked quickly, clearly not wanting to linger.
“But you didn’t get my ass. It’s still dirty.” I lifted my buttocks off the bed. “There. You can reach it better now.”
“Son of a bitch,” he grumbled.
His hand worked the tissue over me. The sensations this slight touch evoked had me arching my back. My breasts, large and unrestrained, spilled over my chest.
“Oh, God. Finger me. Please. Please, please, please. It feels so good.” He grew still, pausing, staring at my pussy. I thrust up and down, imitating lovemaking, all but begging for his touch. “Please. Just a little finger. That’s all I’m asking.” He brushed me with his thumb, and I gasped. “Oh, my God!” I tossed my head to the other side of the pillow, wanting so much more.
“I shouldn’t do this.”
“No, yes, I mean ooohhh...”
“This isn’t
really you. It’s the demon.”
“Yes. Fuck the demon. Use it. Own it. It’s yours.”
He stroked my clit, wetting himself with my juices. Then his finger sunk into my hole, and I moaned, arching my back. The feelings his touch provoked were so intense; it was all I could do to keep myself from ripping at the binds around my wrists. I wanted his big cock in me.
“Kiss me,” I begged, beseeching him with my eyes. “Please, Mark. I need you so bad.”
His lips covered mine, and he fucked me with his tongue. He groaned into my mouth as he devoured me, kissing and sucking. I wished more than anything that my hands were free. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel the hard muscles of his arms and chest. I wanted...needed that cock in my mouth.
“Untie me!”
“No.”
His lips were on my neck, kissing and sucking. Warm hands grasped the doughy mounds of my breasts, tweaking the nipples between fingers, and making me gasp with bliss.
“Shit! I can’t stand it!”
He shoved his pants down and crawled between my legs. With one glorious thrust, he was buried deep. Mark had lost control. I smiled inwardly. He was mine now.
“It’s so good,” he whispered.
“Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me.”
He groaned and kissed me. He hammered my pussy, while kissing and assaulting me with his wet, delicious tongue. My hands struggled against the rope. I was desperate to touch him. I wanted to dig my fingers into his buttocks and feel his muscles clenching with each thrust.
“It’s the demon. It’s not real,” he breathed against my neck.
“You’re such a good daddy,” I purred. “You’re making me so happy.”
My legs and arms struggled against the binds. All the while, a wicked buzzing sent me reeling. My sex contracted and pulsed, as I shivered with pleasure. The stirrings of climax teased me, provoking a throaty moan from the deepest regions of my vocal chords. I sounded like a wounded animal.
“Oh, my God,” he groaned.
Arching my back, I basked in the first contractions that shot through me with the force of a sledgehammer. “Mark! Oh, God, Mark!” Shuddering and sputtering uncontrollably, I rode out the wave of ecstasy one pulse at a time until my body came crashing down in exhaustion.
He was getting close. I could feel it. “Cum in my mouth!” I shouted.
Sliding from my wet pussy, he crawled to my face and held his gleaming cock before me. I sucked it down my throat, relishing the musky scent of him.
“Um...daddy. It’s so good. I want you to be a good daddy and cum in my mouth. I wanna taste you. All of you.”
“Oh, God, Alice...I mean...you fucking demon. Suck my cock.”
I gobbled him whole, milking him, like a baby animal on its mother’s teat. His juicy tool felt heavenly, when it slid down my throat and made me gag. I couldn’t get enough of it.
He stroked himself, not realizing the door had opened behind him. Father Ryan stood watching us with a stunned, yet resigned expression.
“That’s a good demon. Suck that cock.”
His balls were in my mouth, while he pumped himself, nearing completion. I inhaled them and prodded them with my tongue.
“Oooohh...yeah...that’s so good. Make daddy squirt.”
I smiled knowing the priest watched. “Tell me you like it. Tell me.”
He groaned, “I do. You dirty little demon.”
“Um...yum. I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Oh, God. Here I cum.” He massaged his end, his thumb rubbing over the glistening head. The tip opened, and the first spurt of heated cream landed on my tongue. This was followed by a series of smaller offerings. All of which, I dutifully, gloriously swallowed.
The priest cleared his throat, and Mark glanced over his shoulder. “Holy shit!”
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Chapter Six While I lay momentarily replete and satiated in my post orgasmic bliss, the priest and Mark huddled together in serious discussion. I caught bits and pieces of their exchange.
“What happens here will not matter,” said Father Ryan. “She won’t remember it. We’ve been tempted from the very bowels of hell itself. We’re not saints, Mark. We haven’t the strength to resist her. That demon is cunning, baffling, and powerful. We must find a way to exorcise it.”
“I see what you’re sayin’. I get it. I just felt drawn to her. I’m so ashamed, father.” He held his face in his hands. “If Susan ever finds out, she’d be devastated.”
“Your wife’s asleep. It’s nearly three now. We still have time to exorcise the entity. I’m thinking of a plan.”
My pussy throbbed at the tone in the priest’s voice. There was something in the way he said, “exorcise the entity” that had me trembling with lust. It gripped me, forcing me to fight against my binds. I moaned loudly. The men glanced my way.
“What’s your plan?”
Father Ryan seemed distracted. “I...um...am not sure...but...”
His heated stare drifted in my direction. I spread my legs. “Fuck me, father. Please. I need it.”
He cleared his throat. “I’ve not prayed hard enough—”
“You don’t need to pray! Come worship at the altar of my sex. Take that hard cock and fuck me!” I moaned, feeling the overwhelming need to mate. I wanted them so badly I could barely stand it.
“Perhaps...we should...untie her.” He whispered these words.
“Isn’t that dangerous?”
The priest glanced at his hands, nervously. “Yes. But...”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m not strong enough!” he railed. “It should be Father Kirkpatrick. He...would not be tempted like this. I’ve failed you all.” He sat in the rocking chair and lowered his head.
“If I untie her, she’ll have us. She’ll do whatever she wants to us.”
I burned hot fire. “Yes! Do it! Let me go. We can fuck till dawn. There’s no one to stop us. You know you want me. You can have me.” I flung myself against the bed and moaned.
“Is that what you’re suggesting, father?”
“I’m weak. Dear Lord, please show me way,” he mumbled.
Mark glanced at me. Hunger flared in his eyes.
“Untie me, daddy. Please. Let your little girl free, please. Feed me your cock.” His pants looked uncomfortable, the way the material suddenly bulged.
“None of this is real. She’s not here. She’s a demon.” The wheels spun in his head. I could almost hear him thinking. No one would know...if...we did things.
“Untie her, Mark,” said the priest miserably. “We shall exorcise it from her altogether. God will forgive us for this unorthodox method, but what other choice do we have?”
“If you’re giving me permission, then I’ll do it.”
Mark’s heated expression hardened my nipples. His hands shook as he untied the ropes that had chafed my skin. When I’d been freed, I sat and stared at him.
“Now what?” he asked, somewhat warily.
“We wait.”
“For what?”
“I don’t know.” He sounded defeated.
“I know.” I stood on the bed. My hair was wild around my shoulders, hanging over my high and firm breasts. “Take your clothes off, father. Lemme see that cock.”
He stood, which surprised me. Then he removed his black cassock. His pants dropped, revealing white underwear that encased a formidable looking erection.
“I’m not strong enough,” he mumbled. “Michael, defend us against the spirits of wickedness. Please...don’t let me lose my soul to this demon.” He let the underwear fall.
“Come to me, father. Don’t be shy. Show me your heavenly cock. Feed it to me.” I smiled at Mark. “You too. Come to me.” I held out my hands. “Fuck me, both of you. Don’t deny yourself this pleasure. You know you want it.”
They approached the bed, and the springs creaked under their bodies. I nearly screamed with joy! I had two magnificent men who were going to fuck me for as long as
I liked.
Hands touched my breasts. “Oh, yes!” Mark’s drifted to my pussy, where he rubbed me, sliding his finger into my hole. “Ooohh...God...”
Father Ryan kissed me. He was gentle at first, almost shy. Then he ate my mouth like a starving monk. I let him thrust his tongue in deep, and I sucked it, making him groan. I groped his crotch, feeling the hardness of his tool. Wetness escaped the tip, lubricating him.
“I want to eat you both,” I murmured excitedly. They were giving me exactly what I needed. Every nerve ending in my body trilled with desire.
I sucked the priest first, while pumping Mark’s tool. I went from one to the other, sucking and licking aggressively. Hands tangled in my hair, while I worked like a Hebrew slave, pleasuring them equally.
“Oohh...Alice...it’s so good,” groaned Mark. “Don’t stop.”
“Lord in heaven...”
Father Ryan’s penis was riddled with tiny veins, each pulsing with blood. He looked almost red, he was so engorged. “Where are you gonna fuck me with that thing?”
“Oh...no.” He shook his head, but he was powerless, and we all knew it.
“Oh, yes. Lay down and lemme ride you.”
“I don’t wish to do this, dear Lord. I can’t seem to stop myself.” He lay in the middle of the bed and massaged his cock, rubbing his thumb and forefinger across the tip.
I scrambled over him and lowered myself. “It’s so good,” I cried.
Mark’s hands were on my back, massaging, feeling my heated skin. He dipped to my rounded bottom and kneaded my buttocks. Then his hand brushed against my asshole.
I gasped, “Do it! Fuck my ass! I want you both in me.”
He pushed me onto the priest’s stomach, exploring my anus thoroughly, his thick finger breaching the threshold. I spat on my hand and lubricated the opening.
“Oooohhh...yeah...Fuck me! Get that cock in there!”
“Suck me first, you wicked demon.”
He shoved himself into my mouth, his head butting up against the back of my throat. I sucked him greedily.
Father Ryan moaned beneath me. “Dear Lord. Please forgive...what we do...”
Mark’s cock dripped with wetness. He was more than ready to fuck me. He squatted behind me with his knees bent. A second later, I felt him pressing into my hole. “That’s it. Fuck your little girl. Oooohhh...”
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