The Virgin Possessed

Freedom. I burst out of the depths of the earth into the sunlight, and savored my freedom. Long had pain and fire and darkness chained me. But I had slipped my bonds. I would not go back. Here was light and life and wonderful impurity. Lust brimmed in the world?filthy, depraved, selfish desire. It was? Purity marred it. A scent of lilac, so innocent and pure, nauseated me, begging for defilement. A need filled me, forming an ache between my disembodied thighs and hardening my ethereal nipples. I searched for the offending chastity; humans scurried past, all stained black with their impurity, and reeking of wonderfully corrupt sulfur. The reek came from a building. I flitted through its wall?cinder block with a veneer of fake, marbled stone?and passed a statue draped in a white dress. The revolting scent grew stronger. I flew past women who clad themselves in white. The women all seemed pure, wanted to be pure, but they all were soiled. They didn't see me. I had no corporeal form. The scent came from the back. I passed through another wall?aluminum frame covered in drywall?and there she stood, shining like the sun. Pure. Untouched. Unsoiled. I would have to change that. * * * * * * ? Hi, Kelly,? Bonnie greeted me when I walked into the fitting area at the back of her bridal shop, the Wedding Lace. She had a broad grin on her round, youthful face. ? Hello,? I politely answered. I was slightly intimidated by the woman's vivaciousness. She always had a mischievous grin and a twinkle in her green eyes. She wasn't what I had expected in a seamstress, especially one in her mid-thirties, with her short hair dyed purple and piercings dotting her eyebrows, nose, and lips, while a black, scroll-like tattoo encircled her throat and shoulders. She seemed more at home on the cover of one of those devil-spawned Heavy Metal albums than in a beautiful wedding boutique. But she was supposed to be the best, and I wanted to have the perfect wedding next month. John and I had been engaged since we had graduated from High School last year, and had been practically engaged before that. At fourteen we had exchanged purity rings, and at sixteen promise rings. At eighteen, during our High School graduation party, he had presented me with a beautiful engagement ring?white gold, sparkling diamond. He had spent our entire senior year working to save up for it. ? Get stripping, cutie!? Bonnie grinned. ?Let's get this rodeo started.? ? Oh, of course.? I don't know why I was surprised. A month ago, I had to undress so she could take my measurements, and today was the final fitting of my wedding dress. So I unbuttoned my high-neck, floral gown. It was rather modest, falling to my ankles, and loose in the bust to help conceal my rather large chest from the unwanted attention of horny men. The only man I wanted staring at my breasts was John, and only after the wedding when it would be proper. I carefully folded my dress, setting it on a metal chair, the type you'd find in a church's fellowship hall, and stood in my plain bra and panties. Bonnie's eyes flickered over me, and she shook her head. ?I said strip, girl.? ? You mean...? ? It's not just the dress we're fitting today, but also the undergarments. C'mon, girl. I've seen it plenty of times before.? My cheeks burned. I faced away, reaching behind my back to unclasp my bra. I was setting it upon my folded dress when a shiver passed through my entire body, like the chill of the AC tickling down the back of your neck. Then a heat flooded me, like a moment of feverish illness. My eyes widened and, to my utter embarrassment, my nipples hardened like two pink peaks perched atop my rather endowed mountains. The weird, feverish heat ended at my vagina, my sex drinking it in like a rock warmed by the sun, and a sinful feeling itched between my legs. I quickly peeled down my panties, flushing when I saw the spots of moisture staining the gusset. What was wrong with me? I covered my breasts with one hand, and my vagina with the other. I was so embarrassed. How could I become embarrassed in front of Bonnie? What would she think when she saw my hard nipples and the growing dampness between my thighs? I bet she'd love it, a thought whispered. My Lord, what was wrong with me? Was I turning into a pervert? But no, I've followed all of Reverend Mitchell's sermons on purity, and I've never had sex, or even let John do more than briefly kiss me on the lips. I didn't watch TV with all its immoral programing, and I've never watched porn, so how could I be turning into a pervert? ? You don't need to be shy,? Bonnie said, tugging on my arms. I relaxed; a sudden impulse filled me to show off my body to her. You have a great pair of tits. Nice and pillowy. They were made to be looked at. Where were these impure thoughts coming from? My arms dropped to my side. The seamstress smiled, and flicked one of my nipples. Another fever flushed through me. ? Cold?? ? Er, yeah,? I lied. Why was I suddenly so horny? ? Let's give you a proper bra fitting first,? she said. ?Most girls wear the wrong-sized bra. What size do you wear?? ? 34 C,? I answered. She raised an eyebrow. ?Are your bras uncomfortable to wear? Too tight, maybe?? ? Um, yeah, I guess.? She reached out and gave my breast a squeeze. Her finger's kneaded my flesh, and more pleasure tingled through me. ?Hmm... You feel more like a D.? She squeezed my other one, her hand brushing my hard nipple. I almost gasped. This did not seem appropriate. I wanted to open my mouth and object, but my suddenly horny body didn't want to respond. Her thumb grazed my nipple again, more heat flushing down to my vagina. ?I'll have to measure them to be sure.? ? Okay,? I gasped. She let go of my breast, and I sighed, pressing my thighs together. That itch burned so fiercely! ? Your breasts are quite round, Kelly. Your fiance must love them!? I flushed. ?He's never...seen them.? ? Right. You're the virgin.? Her grin grew even more...naughty. The itch between my thighs became almost unbearable. ?Well, cutie, when he sees you in your wedding lingerie, he'll ravish you. I guarantee it.? Excited fear trembled inside my stomach. I couldn't wait for my wedding night, but I was a little apprehensive. Would it hurt? Would I even like it? Desire stirred, and I felt that weakness inside me begging to be touched. I had succumbed to my baser needs and played with myself before, thinking of John?and sometimes, I'm ashamed to say, other men?ravishing me. Why be ashamed of your desires? Because they're sinful. Why? It just is! Where were all these strange thoughts coming from? And why was it so darned hot in here? Was the heater on? It was May and warming up outside. So why would Bonnie have the heat on at all? Bonnie grabbed a cloth tape measure. I lifted my arms up, all too aware of my breasts uplifting and thrusting at her; she wrapped the tape measure around my rib cage. Her fingers were soft, and the cloth strip cool. Then she placed one end directly over my right nipple, pressing down. I gasped; electricity tingled through me. All the hairs on my arm stood up, and that tingle ran all the way down to my vagina. ? Sensitive nipples,? she grinned as she wrapped the tape measure around my back. ?Make sure your new hubby plays with them. You'll love it, cutie.? ? I...um...okay.? ? Well, you're a 34 D. I'll be right back, cutie.? Doesn't she have a great ass? My eyes seemed to dart to her rear of their own volition. Her behind was clad in tight shorts, writhing pleasantly beneath the cloth as she swayed her hips. My sinful feelings increased, and I wiped my sweaty palms on my thighs. Think about John, and how much you love him. Ignore these terrible urges. John. His handsome escort avcılar face, his blue eyes, his muscular chest. A memory floated up from last summer. He had been working outdoors and had taken off his shirt. His muscles rippled, and sweat beaded his smooth chest as his strong hands hammered the nail in. I had sinned by myself a number of times thinking about that day. ? Here we are,? Bonnie announced. I squeaked in fright, startled out of my thoughts. ? Sorry, cutie. Let's start with the hosiery.? She held up a white garter belt that dangled in front of her low-cut halter top. Would her breasts feel as soft as mine? Why don't you find out. My hand twitched towards her breast, but I stopped my rebellious appendage and, instead, grabbed the garter belt. ? Slip this on first. It goes high up, above your hips, okay, cutie. It should fit perfectly.? She's a lesbian , my thoughts whispered. Getting you naked was only a pretense. She just wanted to see your nubile body. I glanced down at her as she knelt, laying the thigh-high, white stockings carefully on the floor next to her. Her green eyes looked up, and I could feel them on my sex. I pressed my thighs together, and shivered. She licked her lips, patiently waiting for me to finish donning the garter belt. She's fantasizing about spreading your thighs, and burying her face into your juicy cunt. Cunt? I felt dirty thinking that disgusting word. What was wrong with my mind? I had never thought of that word in my life, and would never describe my own vagina with such a demeaning term. Imagine how her tongue would feel lapping through your pussy. Even better than your own fumbling fingers. No! It's a sin! What are you? I'm you. Your desire that you've bottled up for so long just bursting to get out. After Bonnie licks your cunt, you can savor hers. I bet she tastes wonderful. No! I'm not a lesbian! The voice chuckled, a sultry, wanton purr. It was so unlike my own laugh. Bonnie took my right foot, gently rolling the sheer, white stocking up my leg. A new, burning shiver passed through me as the nylon inched across my skin, drawing closer and closer to the furnace burning between my thighs. My mouth went dry, and my breath quickened as the fabric crawled, slowly, unbearably, up my leg. Grab her hair, and pull the slut's mouth right into your pussy. I will not! Do it. Your pussy burns for her touch, aches for the cum her lips will give you. Your pretty body was created to be pleasured. Why else would it feel so good? For procreation! The nylon slipped over my knee. Bonnie's fingers brushed my inner thigh, so close to my shame. The seamstress grasped the suspender, clipping the stocking, then adjusted it. Her fingers were so delicate, brushing and caressing my sensitive flesh. Warm breath tickled my thigh, rising up to tease my damp sex. My fingers twitched. I squeezed them into fists. I will not sin! Imagine that delicious mouth working between your thighs. Those piercings will sensuously rub against your petals, sending pleasure cascading through you. Please, God, send this temptation from me! ? So sexy,? Bonnie smiled. ?Your fiance's going to cum in his pants when he sees you in these babies.? She grabbed the second nylon, and drew it slowly up my other foot. The fabric slipped up my calf, to my knee; the ache between my thighs grew stronger and stronger. Just grab her hair, and pull her face to your pussy. I resisted, refusing to give in to my base desires. The nylon drew up my thigh, Bonnie's fingers caressing my suddenly sensitive flesh. The shame burning between my legs grew so strong, so irresistible. Please, God, please. Fine. My hand went numb, and then it moved. I didn't tell it to move, and I certainly didn't want my right hand to grab a handful of Bonnie's purple hair. And I definitely did not want to pull her face right into my aching and sopping sex. ? What?? Bonnie exclaimed, before my vagina muffled her lips. Something seemed to surge out of me, a little wave of heat, right into the woman. Bonnie moaned, her lips pressing against my vagina, tongue licking and exploring. Oh, that felt so wonderful. But it was so wrong. I fought to release my hand when the most spectacular sensation I had ever felt in my life shuddered through me. It was like eating ice cream for the first time or watching fireworks explode. I had never felt anything like it before in my whole life. Bonnie licked right up my vulva, and brushed the center of my shame?my clitoris. And she did it again. ? Oh, wow!? I moaned. Her tongue dug into me, fast and agile. My shame-filled fumblings alone in my bed late at night were nothing compared to this. They had been mere gentle waves compared to the tsunami generated by the seamstress's tongue and lips. Bonnie pleasured parts of me that I didn't even know I had. Every caressing lick sent shudders through me. Don't enjoy this. Fight! This couldn't be happening! I had fought my desires, stayed pure for years, and an almost complete stranger, a woman at that, was defiling me. It was so wrong. And that's what makes it feel so right, my thoughts hissed. It did feel right, and oh, so nice! Bonnie's hands wrapped around my waist, grasping my rear. Her fingers dug into my cheeks, squeezing and kneading my butt. Another delightful sensation! I moaned again, more wonderful vibrations shooting through me. The seamstress's lips found my clit. She sucked. ? Oh, geez!? I gasped. More wonderful waves of passion crashed through me, each one bringing a sharp cry from my lips. I was drowning in pleasure, struggling to stay afloat, and not sink down fully into sin. But it was so hard; Bonnie's lips were pulling me deeper and deeper. I wanted to give in. My hand was suddenly freed from whatever power?my thoughts froze. Power? Something had forced my hand to grab Bonnie's head. Something had taken control of me and forced me to sin! That feverish shiver. Oh, Lord, save me! It was a Demon! Some call me that. I prefer...guide. Guiding me to sin! Guiding you to acceptance. This is what it is to be human. To delight in physical sensations. Whether they be food, drink, or sex. ? Oh, gosh!? I groaned. I had to stop Bonnie. I couldn't climax. Then stop her. I won't interfere...anymore. ? Bonnie...? Another moan escaped my lips. A great, big swell of passion grew inside me, pulling me beneath the surface and drowning me in pleasure. ?Please...? ? I'll make you cum, cutie, don't you fret,? she grinned. Her lips were sticky with my sin. Oh, Lord help me, I wanted her to dive back in! ?You repressed types always explode eventually. Just relax, and I'll take care of you.? Her tongue wiggled back inside me, while her nose brushed my clit. My climax neared. I wanted to experience it. I had never desired anything in my life more. It didn't matter how wrong, how sinful, it was. Nothing mattered but satisfaction. ? N...? I tried to speak, but my body ached for the pleasure This wouldn't be a small orgasm, but a full-blown, explosive, sinful climax. ?I...I'm going to...? No, please, no. Think of John. Fight the demon! ? Cum!? My entire body erupted with rapture. I shuddered in orgasm. Bonnie's strong hands held me upright. It was so wonderful. My head threw back. My vision fuzzed. My breasts heaved and swayed. I shrieked and screamed so loud, I'm sure they heard me in Australia or China. Wasn't that just special? the demon laughed, feminine and husky. So deliciously impure. ? Oh, Lord, what have I done?? Light glinted on my left hand?my engagement ring. Guilt crashed through me. I pushed away from Bonnie, stumbling back and sitting down heavily on a folding chair. My body still quaked with my orgasm, and the evil demon's escort bahcesehir chuckles echoed about my head. I wasn't pure anymore. I had succumbed to temptation. And I had enjoyed it. They always do. Don't feel bad. Enjoy the gift I gave you, and look forward to the next one. Gift? My eyes widened, remembering the energy that had rushed out of me into Bonnie. You did something to her, too? I just gave her a nudge. She was halfway to seducing you herself. Only scared of the consequences. I merely removed her inhibitions. ? Are you...okay?? Bonnie asked, licking her lips. Her fingers hooked into her short's waistband, and she yanked them down along with her panties. Her pussy was bare, and something silver glinted. She even pierced her pussy! Doesn't that look juicy. Just get down on your knees and enjoy! My lust scared me. I wanted to taste Bonnie so bad. ?I have to go!? I fumbled with the garter, and peeled down the hosiery as fast as I could. ?I'll...we'll reschedule..I just...? My mind was spinning in place. I sinned. I betrayed John. I loved having a woman lick me. Guilt, lust, and shame attacked me from every direction. I grabbed my dress, pulled it over my head, and fled, leaving behind my panties, shoes, and bra. I barely had the presence to scoop up my purse. Two women stood outside the dressing room, their cheeks red. ? You little slut,? the younger woman laughed. Oh,God, they heard. I sinned. I betrayed John. I loved having a woman lick me. ? Your poor fiance,? the older woman muttered. ?And with your seamstress. You should be ashamed.? I fled, tears brimming in my eyes. Shame is such a useless emotion. And so is guilt. All they do is drag you down and weaken you. Embrace your desires! Satisfy your cravings! You'll be a lot happier in the end. I ran to my car, the pebbly concrete hurting my bare feet. Ahead, a young man wearing a white muscle shirt leaned against his truck. Desire burst inside me. He was so handsome. I should just drop to my knees and? Stop that, demon! You know you want to suck his cock. Your mouth desires it. Then you want to feel his hard dick filling your pussy. Shut up! He'll do it. Right here on the street. His eyes are watching your bouncing tits through his sunglasses. He desires you. Even though he has a girlfriend he loves, he'd fuck you in a heartbeat. Leave me alone! In Jesus's name, I command you to leave my body. She chuckled. Just saying a name isn't going to stop me. It's just a word. Please! How about the young man across the street? He's already cheated on his girlfriend once today. If you suck his cock, you'll be able to taste his mistress's pussy. Umm, imagine that. My mouth watered. I pulled my phone out of my purse. It was a simple flip phone, not one of those smart phones with all the temptations of the internet at their disposal. I found the number, and called my fiance. Why don't you fuck John then. He's the man you really want. But no, you don't want your first time to be with a virgin. Your first time should be enjoyable. Besides, guys love a girl who's experienced. So let's see, whom should we get to pop your cherry. I think someone older, more accomplished. ? Hey, Kelly,? John answered. ?What's up?? ? Oh, John,? I sobbed. ?There's something wrong.? ? What?? It was so wonderful to hear his voice. Hmm, how about that older man? He's with his wife, but she's getting a little long in the tooth, and he's been craving some younger flesh. The older man glanced at me. I could feel his eyes lusting after my body. His wife shot him a dirty glance. Look at those hands. Strong, confident. He'll make you purr. I turned away. I could feel the old man's eyes on my body, desiring me. My body ached to give in. ? A demon's possessing me, John!? God, please let him believe me. Please, Lord! There was a long pause. He must think I'm crazy. And why wouldn't he? Demon possessions didn't happen anymore. ?I'm leaving work. Go and see Reverend Mitchell at once. I'll be there as soon as I can.? Relief surged through me. ?You believe me?? ? Of course. I've known you too long, Kelly. You're not one to be deluded or tell such outrageous lies.? ? Thank you,? I whispered, tears brimming in my eyes. ?Thank you, thank you.? ? It'll be okay, Kelly. I love you.? ? John... It...? A choking sob cut off my words. ?It made me do...something.? ? You're not hurt?? ? No. I...? Another sob. Tell him. Tell him how much you loved having another woman lick your pussy. Break his heart. ? She made a woman...do things to me.? Another pause. ?You mean...? ? I'm sorry, John.? ? It was the demon, Kelly.? What a wonderful guy. ?It wasn't you. It was the foul spirit possessing you.? ? But...? I did enjoy it. ?I'm going to Reverend Mitchell right now. I love you.? The demon tormented me the entire drive. Every handsome man or comely woman was pointed out to me, and I ached to follow the demon's words and let them do things to me. It wasn't long before I was driving one-handed, the other plunging two fingers in and out of my pus? No, my vagina! I had to stay as strong as I could, and fight her influence in any little way possible. I came before I reached my church, stopped at a light, moaning like a shameful hussy. I was pretty sure the guy stopped next to me knew exactly what I was doing. That made the shuddering pleasure even more intense. After that shameful act, I raced to my church, keeping my hands glued firmly to the steering wheel. My pussy itched to be pleasured. I burst into the church's office, located in a small house next door to the worship hall. Mrs. Breite, a motherly woman who served as the church's secretary, was bustling out. ?Why, hello, child,? she smiled, a large purse clutched in her hands. ?Whatever is the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost.? No, a demon! ?I need to see Reverend Mitchell right away!? I panted, wiping a sweaty lock of fiery hair from my face. ? He's still in his office. We were about to break for lunch. But if it's important, I'm sure he'll speak with you.? She's cheated on her husband, the demon whispered. Last year, with her neighbor. For three months they had a passionate affair, but then he moved. She misses his cock. Her husband barely gets it up anymore. No, no, no. I won't listen to your lies. Mrs. Breite wouldn't cheat on her husband. She's a good Christian woman. She loves her husband. I've seen them together. Love and lust are two very different things, Kelly. You love John, yet you let Bonnie eat your juicy pussy out. No. You made me do that. I may have nudged you, but you could have stopped Bonnie if you had really wanted to. I knocked on Reverend Mitchell's office door. ?Come in,? he hollered. The Reverend sat behind his desk, strewn with papers and pens and other knick-knacks. He stood up, smiling at me, and was dressed casually in khaki slacks with a Hawaiian shirt tucked into them. He was a tall man, thin, with a warm, friendly face and salt-and-pepper hair that made him look not so much old as distinguished. He had been my pastor for most of my life, and I knew he would be able to help me. Concern painted his face. He was so caring and handsome. His chin was chiseled, his jaw straight, and those hands would feel? Stop that! The demon chuckled. That was all you, Kelly. ? What's the matter?? Reverend Mitchell asked, motioning to a seat opposite his desk. I sat down, then grabbed a tissue from his desk to wipe at my sweaty forehead. I took a deep breath; John believed me, so will Reverend Mitchell. ?I think a demon's possessing me, Reverend.? He blinked. ?That's a very serious thing. Are you sure, Kelly?? He reached over and grasped my hands. They were so strong and caring and beylikdüzü escort gentle. I fought the sinful images flooding my mind. I wanted the Reverend. He possessed such...authority. Look at his eyes, the demon whispered. See the lust burning in them. He's desired you for sometime. I can feel it radiating off of him. Shock flooded me. I glanced at his eyes; they were the same, affectionate hazel they've always been. You're wrong! He's my Reverend. He's been friends with my parents for years and years. He doesn't desire me. Besides, he's married. So? He's a man, and you're a very attractive young woman. And the Reverend has been a very bad man. He lusts after his female parishioners, while decrying their shameless attire. The hypocrite. I like him. He's perfect to pop your cherry. ? There's a demon inside me,? I blurted out. I needed to get rid of her before I succumbed to temptation; I wanted to have my virginity intact for my wedding night. ?She whispers terrible things to me. And makes me want to do things.? ? Like what?? ? She, the demon, wants me to do...things with you. Naughty, sinful things.? I swallowed; my cheeks must be crimson because they felt on fire. ?And she says you lust after me. That you desire me. She's telling me lies to trick me into more sin. You would never lust after me, right?? His eyes looked me up and down. ?Well, look at your appearance. How could you not stir lust inside me with your slattern's attire?? I glanced down, then flushed. I had been sweating so much my dress was sticking to my breasts, and the buttons were half-undone, exposing more skin than I had ever shown. And it was so obvious that I wore no bra; the dress was thin, and my nipples were pink shadows dimpling the fabric. ? You walk in here dressed like a hussy, of course I'm going to lust after you. Women's iniquities have ever led righteous men into temptation.? Oh, I like him a lot, the demon chuckled. I can feel how many times he's 'succumbed' to his parishioners' iniquities. ? I'm sorry,? I blushed. I tried to ignore the demon, while pulling my dress closed. ?I was getting my wedding dress fitted, and this spirit of lust possessed me. She...? I shivered, heat flushing through me as I remembered Bonnie's lips kissing and caressing me. ?The demon took control of me, and made the seamstress...pleasure me.? His lips twitched. Was that a smile? No. It must have been a grimace. He's my pastor, and rightly disgusted that I've had lesbian sex. ?A wicked deed. And how did the seamstress pleasure you?? ? Does that really matter, Reverend?? ? It does. I have to know.? He just wants to have all the dirty details. He plans on masturbating to it. The good Reverend loves girl-on-girl action. I ignored the demon's lies. ?She used her mouth...down there.? He nodded. ?The source of all fornication and lust. A woman's shame. Did you pleasure her? Did you spread her legs, and gaze into her sinful hole? Did you shove your tongue deep inside her sin, and taste her shame?? ? No.? I swallowed. ?But I wanted to.? ? Of course you did. Every woman is the same, whorish creature,? he preached. ?So many times have they come in here and blandished their attributes at me.? They've done more than just blandished him. He's fucked several women in here. Images flooded my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force them out. ?Stop it! I don't want to see!? Mrs. Bailey, my Sunday School teacher, lay naked on her back across the desk, her large breasts thrashing about from the violence of Reverend Mitchell's thrusts. The image shifted; Mrs. Meyers was on her knees licking his cock while the Reverend called her such filthy names. Then it was Margaret, my classmate, kneeling on the floor while the Reverend buggered her. Her pretty face was twisted with pain and pleasure. And my? No! That can't have happened. Please stop showing me these lies! I fought to suppress the image of my mother, naked, straddling Reverend Mitchell's waist. ?Fuck me!? she groaned, her words echoing through my head. The Reverend's hands squeezing her ass, while his face was buried between her round tits. ?Give me that hard cock! My poor little cunt needs it so bad!? No! You're lying, demon. Why would I lie? She loves my father. She'd never cheat on him! Love is not the same as lust. She has the same urges you have. Why is it surprising she acts on them? Look at how passionate she feels. Look at the pure joy suffusing her body as she writhes on her lover. Don't you want to experience that feeling? Yes, a tiny voice whispered from the depth of my soul. I had never seen her look so...radiant. Her auburn hair fell loosely down her creamy back as her hips pumped furiously on the Reverend's lap. She was enjoying his penis. She was enjoying making love. No, not making love, she's fucking him and loving it. After all her lectures on abstinence and only laying with your husband, the hussy throws herself on another man and indulges in all her sinful, carnal desires. Imagine that hard cock sliding inside you. He's dying to find out how your younger, more supple body compares to your mother's. ? Is the demon talking to you?? the Reverend asked. I blinked, looking up at Reverend Mitchell. I hadn't realized I had fallen to the floor. I was on my back, my knees were bent, my dress had slipped down and?he's looking down my skirt at my naked pussy, a bulge forming in his pants. ? Yes,? I answered, spreading my legs wider. It was so wicked. If my mother was such a hussy, why had I denied myself? Why had I listened to the hypocrite? For John, whispered my conscience. Fuck John later. The Reverend's ready now! Desire burned inside me. I had to be wicked and sinful with someone. It was too much. The images the demon had shown me had fanned my lust to new heights. But it was John I wanted to take my virginity, not the Reverend. I tried to close my legs, but the demon wouldn't let me. Please! The moment John arrives, I'll jump on him, and we'll make love. Don't make me do this! Not with Reverend Mitchell! No. This is more fun, Kelly! Defile yourself with your pastor. Be his whore. My hand went numb, and the demon forced my hand to reach out and boldly grasp the Reverend's crotch. He felt terrifyingly large. ?I need your Holy Rod to exorcise me,? the demon spoke through my voice, cooing like a trollop. ? I will cleanse you of all your iniquities!? Reverend Mitchell preached. Just give in to your desires. Be as free as she was. The image returned. My mother was in the throes of her orgasm, face twisted in happy lust. I could have that same feeling. I wanted to have that same feeling. I'm sorry, John. I pray you'll still love me, but I don't see how you could after I'm so soiled. I surrendered to the demon's possession. ? Make me a woman,? I purred. ?Free me from this demon.? He pulled me up, cupping my face. ?Praise Jesus,? he whispered, then he kissed me. I melted against him. His mouth was so strong, stubble rasping against my lips and cheeks. Strong arms wrapped around me; hands squeezed my rear. Your ass, the demon corrected. The Reverend groped my ass, pulling me against his penis. His cock, Kelly. He slipped one hand up and squeezed my tit. Then he shoved his hand down my bodice. Oh, Lord, yes! His fingers found my hard nipple, stroking it as his tongue plunged into my mouth. I savored my first French kiss. Pleasure tingled through me, from my aching nipple down to my aching pussy. I was putty in his hands. I would do whatever he wanted. It felt so amazing. Why had I even wanted to fight this? The demon chuckled. The Reverend turned us, pressing my ass against the edge of the desk. He backed away, then quickly unbuttoned my dress. It fell off my shoulders, exposing my round breasts. ?Such sinful temptation. I give in only to rescue this poor woman from evil's grasp.? He bent down, and his mouth engulfed my nipple ? Oh, fuck!? I swore, savoring the dirty word rolling off my tongue as much as the pleasure of his lips sucking on my nipple.