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From: Dreadpirate Tom <dptom@live.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} New story: Possessed!
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Date: Sat, 11 Apr 2009 09:10:03 -0400
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Story tags:  MF, oral, anal, mast, paranormal, caution, humor (sorta)

 

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Author's note: Sorry about the present tense.  I've been trying it out as
an experiment.  I promise that I'll never do it again.  The caution tag is
for a sex scene involving a priest.  If that sort of thing offends you, you
probably want to move on to something else.

   Possessed

   By Dread Pirate Tom



   Amanda fumbles sleepily for her alarm clock, desperate to stop the
horrid sounds that are blaring through her room.  Her hand comes down on
top of the offending clock once; twice; a third time.  Defiant to the last,
the alarm clock continues to fill her bedroom with its disharmonious tones.
Her hand falls to the top of the night stand and begins to pat all around
the evil timepiece's base.  Her fingers at last locate the power cord and,
after jerking back briefly in triumph, seize it and pull until the room is
finally silent.

   Amanda pushes her legs off the side of the bed and sits up, rubbing her
knuckles briefly into her bleary blue eyes.  With a wide yawn, she pushes
her long blond hair back from her face and shuffles her feet about on the
threadbare carpet until she locates and slips into her favorite fuzzy, pink
slippers.  She sits there for a moment mentally going over the days
schedule:
anthropology 101 at nine; volunteer work for MADD at ten; back to back

classes from noon until four; and then a Campus Bible Fellowship meeting at
six.  She twists the chastity ring on her finger around for a moment while
idly wondering what she will do after the meeting.

   There will probably be something good on the Hallmark channel, Amanda
decides as she stands; there usually is on Friday nights.  Straightening
her sleep rumpled flannel nightgown so that its hem settles around her
ankles, she stumbles off towards the bathroom.  She takes a quick pee and
brushes her teeth.  As she's leaning over the sink with bared teeth to
check the results of the latter exercise, her reflection expands into a
huge caricature of her face which grins cheekily back at her.

   "Hi!" a perky voice says brightly.

   "Who's there?!" Amanda cries out, jumping back from the mirror and
looking frantically about the bathroom.

   "How rude of me.  I'm Alex," the voice replies.

   Amanda's darting eyes come to rest on the toilet brush and she springs
across the little room to grab it, bringing it to bear above her shoulder.
She then creeps on tiptoes to the bathroom door and peaks timidly around
the frame.

   "Where are you, Alex?" Amanda whispers.

   "Really, Amanda?  A toilet brush?  Who do you think I am?  The Culligan
Man?" the voice pipes out merrily.

   "Who?" Amanda asks as she spins to face into the bathroom, her eyes
searching the walls and ceilings for hidden cameras and speakers.

   The voice lets out a little sigh, "Never mind.  Before your time.  But,
to answer your earlier question, I'm in your head.  Well, it's a little
more complicated than that, but I suppose that explanation will have to do
for now."

   "In my head?" Amanda whispers incredulously, "Am I going mad?"

   Alex replies, "No.  No.  No.  If you were going insane you would never
know it.  You would just think everyone else was getting stranger.  It's
really quite simple; you've been semi-randomly selected for possession. 
Congratulations!"

   Amanda presses her back to the bathroom wall and sinks slowly to the
floor while wailing, "Possessed?  I'm not just going insane, I'm already
nuttier than a fruitcake."

   Alex sighs again and mutters, as if to itself, but as itself is
currently Amanda, Amanda is able to understand just fine, "Damn.  I knew I
should have taken my vacation a millennia or two ago.  Introductions were
so much easier in those days."

   "Vacation?" Amanda asks.

   Its voice resuming its earlier perkiness, Alex replies, "Yes, indeed! 
Vacation!  Two whole weeks on the mortal plane!  I'm so excited!"

   Horrified, Amanda whispers, "Are you from hell?"

   "No!  Err, yes.  Well, maybe.  I suppose that you would think of my home
dimension as hell, but hell really isn't what you think it is."

   "Huh?" Amanda replies.

   "Well, the heaven and hell of mortal religions are merely grossly
distorted approximations of certain portions of the true multi-phasic,
multi-dimensional structure of the multiverse."

   "Huh?" Amanda repeats.

   Alex sighs yet again, "The pertinent points are: the place I come from
is not the source of all evil on earth; my friends and I do not get our
jollies torturing damned souls for all of eternity; and I have no intention
of making you vomit pea soup."

   Slightly mollified, Amanda asks, "So what do you want with me?"

   "I thought we covered that already?  No?  Okay, then.  I'm on vacation!
Two wonderful weeks of experiencing all the pleasures that a physical body
can offer."

   "You don't have a physical body?"

   "I do now.  Yours!  But, assuming that you're referring to my natural
state then the answer is: No, I'm completely incorporeal.  Which isn't
really as bad as it sounds; I will exist for all of time and can move about
the multiverse at will.  Flitting about the multiverse is actually a lot of
fun, but without physical sensation even that gets dull after a few dozen
aeons.  Which is why I'm here."

   "But why me?"

   "You were selected by the finest travel agency in all of the outer
planes of existence as a being who would be compatible with the parameters
of my purpose for visiting the mortal realm."

   "But how is this even possible?"

   "Pretty simple, really.  The travel agency selected you, I floated into
the quantum harmonizer, and here I am, sharing your body with you.  Sorry I
didn't speak up earlier but the trans-dimensional transfer of sentience
does cause a bit of...well, jet lag.  Now, how about showing me around my
new diggs?"

   Amanda blinks her eyes rapidly for a few seconds at this sudden change
of subject, but answers, "There really isn't much to see; this is the
bathroom, the bedroom is right outside the door and..."

   Alex interrupts, "Not your apartment, Amanda.  You."

   "Me?" Amanda replies dubiously.

   "Yep.  You.  So, stand right up and let's have a look under that
nightgown."

   With a blush, Amanda replies in a scandalized tone, "I'm not letting you
see me naked!"

   "Look Amanda, I'm a part of you, at least for the next two weeks.  So,
technically, the only eyes that will be looking at you are yours.  You've
seen yourself naked lots of times, haven't you?"

   "Well, yes, but..."

   "So, what's the problem?  You were about to take a shower anyway, and
it's not like you can go the entire next two weeks without one.  At the
very least, you're certainly going to have to use the toilet.  Face it, at
some point, you're going to have to get naked while I'm here, so we might
as well get it out of the way."

   Confused and unable to think of a counter-argument, Amanda stands and
pulls the nightgown over her head.

   "Nice tits!" Alex says exuberantly.  "I don't suppose that you would be
willing to jump up and down a few times for me, would you?"

   "No!" Amanda replies hotly while covering her breasts with her hands.

   "Didn't think so, but it never hurts to ask.  This is much better,
anyway.  Thanks!"

   Amanda suddenly realizes that her thumbs and forefingers have ceased
assisting the other parts of her hands in hiding her breasts and have
instead begun to tenderly squeeze and stroke her nipples.  Amanda gazes
dumbly at the disobedient digits for a moment before pulling her hands
violently to her sides.  Her left hand promptly slips around behind her and
gooses her bottom.

   "Nice firm ass, too!  I think I'm going to like it here," Alex exclaims
happily.  "By the way, we really are going to have to do something about
that bush of yours.  I've seen superclusters with less spread.  You do
realize that the seventies ended decades ago, right?"

   "Stop it!" Amanda cries out while clasping her hands over most of her
extraordinarily abundant pubic hair.  "How are you doing that?!"

   "Huh.  Not the most luminous main sequence star in the universe are you,
Amanda?  Don't feel bad, intelligence is often overrated.  But I digress. I
did mention that I would be sharing your body with you.  Implicit in the
whole concept of sharing is a measure of coequal control."

   "You can control my body?" Amanda cries out, aghast.

   "I just said that it was coequal.  That means that if we're both trying
to move the same body part but in opposite directions, our efforts will
generally cancel each other out.  And, to be fair, I actually can't control
your entire body yet; integration takes some time.  At the moment, my
influence only extends to those parts of your body above the navel."

   Amanda squeals as one of the fingers that she has clasped over her bush
extends over her plushly covered mound and lightly rubs circles around the
hood of her clit.  Blushing, she extends her arms directly out in front of
her while crying out, "Don't touch me there!"

   "It's your own finger Amanda.  It's not like you've never masturbated
before," Alex replies smoothly.

   "I haven't!" Amanda shouts.



   Incredulous, Alex asks, "You mean you've never groped the grotto, itched
the ditch, ladled out the gravy boat, beat the beaver, did some buffin' of
the muffin', paddled the pink canoe, tiptoed through the twolips..."

   "No!" Amanda interrupts, her blush deepening, "I've never touched
myself...down there.  It's dirty!"

   "Well, then," Alex exclaims, as bright and perky as ever, "we'll just
have to make it clean.  So, how about that shower now?"

   Amanda realizes that she does need a shower and that the hot water might
help clear her head and let her make sense of all that is happening.  Alex
is silent as Amanda fetches a towel from the closet, turns on the water and
steps under the warm spray.

   After soaping up the washcloth, Amanda tries to wash herself as quickly
as possible, doing her best to ignore the fact that her hands keep groping
her when she passes over her breasts, ass or crotch.

   "Mmmm," Alex moans happily, "you mortals take hot showers entirely too
much for granted.  Why don't you just relax and take a second to really
feel the hot spray pounding into your back, the warmth radiating through
your muscles, the water cascading sensuously down your body."

   It does feel really good, Amanda decides as she leans back into the
spray, her eyes drifting closed in enjoyment.  She loses herself in
pleasure for a long moment before she suddenly realizes that not all of the
good feelings are coming from the water hitting her back.  Snapping her
eyes open she peers down and sees that her left hand is moving busily about
between her legs.  She feels one of her fingers gently rubbing back and
forth between her pussy lips as another softly circles the delicate flesh
around her clit.  As waves of pleasure radiate through her body, she wills
her fingers to stop, to move away, but they continue their tasks
uninterrupted.

   "Why can't I make you stop?" Amanda moans.

   "Because you don't really want to," Alex replies soothingly as it
directs the finger between her pussy lips to gently slide just inside her
entrance, the tip swirling around in small circles.  "Admit it, Amanda;
this feels good, doesn't it?"

   "Well, yes, but..." Amanda can't think of any buts as her pleasure
continues to grow, causing her thighs to tremble and her stomach to quiver.
The finger in her pussy moves a little deeper while continuing to swirl
around inside her.  Her knees go weak and she has to use her other hand to
clutch desperately for the shower rod to keep from falling to the floor.

   "There are no 'buts.'" Alex says gently, "There's no reason not to bring
yourself pleasure; to use the parts of your body for the purpose for which
they evolved."

   The finger inside of her moves even deeper and her thumb begins to
directly caress the erect nubbin of her clit.  Amanda moans deeply as her
knees weaken further causing the shower rod to buckle slightly under the
strain of supporting her weight.

   "Perhaps we should move to the bed before we fall and hurt yourself,"
Alex suggests.

   In a daze, Amanda steps from the shower and hurriedly runs the towel
over her body before moving to her bed.  As she lies down on her back, her
left hand again moves to her center and resumes where it had left off;
sliding the forefinger slowly in and out of her pussy while the thumb
traces lightly over her clit.  She sighs softly as the pleasure again
begins to radiate through her body.

   Alex asks softly, "Why don't you help me, Amanda?"

   Amanda knows that there is a reason that she shouldn't, but can't think
of what that reason might be.  "What should I do?" she whispers.

   "Start by moving your right hand down to your pussy," Alex coaxes. 
Under Amanda's control her right hand moves slowly down the soft, taut skin
of her stomach until her fingers comb through her thick pubic hair.  The
finger from her left hand slides out of her vagina and retreats slightly to
ever-so-gently caress the sides of her clitoral hood.  Amanda moans in
disappointment at the sudden feeling of emptiness and knows immediately
what she needs to do.

   Her right middle finger slides easily into what is now their pussy,
gliding deliciously over and into their flesh on a thin film of oily
secretions.  Amanda had been wet on an embarrassingly large number of
occasions in the past, but never like this; she can feel a steady trickle
of juices running down between the cheeks of her butt, forming an ever
growing wet spot on the bed.  As Alex continues to use Amanda's left hand
to massage their clit, Amanda plunges a finger of her right ever more
deeply into the tight recesses of their cunt, filling the room with liquid
sloshing sounds.  As she continues her ministrations, Amanda can feel the
lips of their pussy growing thicker and more dense around the base of her
finger.

   "Add another finger, Amanda," Alex directs excitedly.

   Amanda complies eagerly and moans at how exquisitely full she feels with
the additional finger sliding in and out of her alongside the first.  As
Amanda's hips begin to thrust upwards to meet each delightful plunge of her
digits, she can feel the heat rolling out from her engorged sex in waves.
So much heat that Amanda can't believe that her pussy isn't steaming.  She
can feel the warmth elsewhere as well: in her chest, in her breasts, in the
nipples that are swelling and tingling and almost aching with the lack of
direct stimulation.

   Alex dips the fingers of Amanda's left hand down across the lips of
their pussy before bringing the now lubricated digits back to their clit.
Amanda's breath starts to come in deep gasps and she can feel their vagina
begin to contract rhythmically around her fingers.  The contractions
radiate outward from her center and, within moments, her entire body goes
rigid.  Amanda screams in ecstasy as pleasure explodes through their body
and mind.

   Amanda goes limp and lies panting on the bed; overcome with a lassitude
beyond anything in her previous experience.  The fingers of her left hand
run gently between their labia a final few times and then drift up over the
tingling flesh of her tummy before coming to rest on her breast where they
gently tweak her nipple.

   "Wow!  That was great, Amanda!  It was everything I had hoped it would
be," Alex gushes enthusiastically, "You may start a little slow, but you
sure do finish strong!"

   Suddenly shy, Amanda asks tremulously, "Are you man, Alex?  You know,
when you're in the place that you come from."

   "I don't have a gender, Amanda.  I believe I mentioned that I'm
incorporeal in my natural state.  If there's one law in the multiverse that
isn't violated in any dimension, however bizarre, it's that sentient energy
matrices don't have genitalia."

   "Oh." For some reason this increases Amanda's embarrassment and she
searches for an escape, finally settling on the old standby, "I need to go
pee." She winces as she realizes how flawed the usually reliable excuse is
in her current situation.

   "Okay!  Let's go," Alex says agreeably.

   Now that the afterglow of her orgasm is beginning to fade, Amanda is
mortified.  She can't believe that she had allowed that nasty little
pervert in her head to make her perform such a dirty act.  As she sits on
the toilet, she does her best to look anywhere but down, determined not to
give the pervert another cheap thrill.

   "Huh, who would have thought that such a basic act as emptying a bladder
would bring its own form of satisfaction?" Alex asks rhetorically, "Do you
mortals ever do anything that doesn't feel good in some way or other?"

   Alex then adds, "Oh, and Amanda?  I would have thought that you would
have figured it out by now, but, as you apparently haven't, I'm sharing
your brain which means that I know what you're thinking.  I may be a bit of
a pervert from your perspective, but I didn't really 'make' you do
anything. As I recall, you were quite happily finger fucking yourself when
you could have been forcing me to stop."

   As Amanda searches for way to shift the blame back to Alex, Alex adds,
"By the way, you might want to look down; this will be difficult if I can't
see and I really don't want to hurt us."

   Eyes widening in horror, Amanda snaps her gaze to her groin where she
sees that her left hand is holding a pair of scissors poised above her huge
bush of pubic hair.

   "Where did you get those?" Amanda yells.

   "I snagged them from beside the sink while you were busy feeling
guilty," Alex replies, "Now, if you could just spread your legs a little
wider.."

   Amanda struggles to take control of her hand, to force it and the
scissors it holds away from her vulnerable bush.

   "Now, now, Amanda," Alex cautions, "Do you really want to get into a
battle of wills when there's a sharp object so close to your soft, lovely
thighs?"

   Amanda slumps, defeated.  After spreading her legs slightly she sits and
watches numbly as clumps of pubic hair fall into the toilet bowl.

   "I don't know why you would want this thing anyway." Alex says as it
gleefully directs her hand to reduce her luxuriant bush to stubble, "It's
not like the carpet matches the drapes."

   "Where do you keep your razor at, dear?" Alex asks before noting, "This
will get itchy if we don't finish the job."

   A half hour later, Amanda, now dressed in a denim skirt and blouse, is
sitting at the kitchen table glumly "listening" to Alex gush happily over
the chocolate chip cookies and milk it had insisted that they have for
breakfast.  She shifts her bottom about on the chair almost frantically;
now that she's smooth shaven it seems that the crotch of her panties is
constantly rubbing against her clit.  The constant little pulses of
pleasure are making it difficult for her to keep her arousal at bay.

   "I have heard of chocolate before, but the reality of it far exceeded my
expectations," Alex notes with satisfaction.  As Amanda's left hand slides
up along the smooth skin of her thigh and disappears under her skirt, Alex
adds, "And I think I know the perfect way to top off breakfast..."

   "Stop it!  Just stop it!" Amanda cries out as she jumps to her feet. 
"That's the last straw!  I can't take having you in my head even one more
minute!" Amanda decides that her best hope lies with Father Dobbs, the
priest of her church.  He has always liked her.  Surely, if she asks
nicely, he would be willing to perform an exorcism.

   "That's really not a good idea, Amanda," Alex interjects, "Let's just
talk this over.  I'm sure we can work something out."

   Undeterred, Amanda goes to her closet and locates shoes that she can
slip on without using her hands.  After doing so, she marches to the door.
After a ten minute struggle, concluding only when she uses her foot to
disengage the dead bolt, Amanda gets the door open and surges out into the
hallway.  There she is stopped short by the grip her hands have formed on
the doorway.  Leaning forward, Amanda strains mightily with her thighs
until, finally, Alex's hold breaks loose and Amanda stumbles down the
hallway toward the stairs.

   "Come now, Amanda, let's be reasonable about this," Alex says calmly.

   "No!  I'm not listening to you ever again!" Amanda replies hotly as she
forces her fingers loose from the bannister.

   "Oh, and Amanda?  If we're going out into public, you might want to stop
speaking out loud when you're talking to me; I can understand your thoughts
just fine.  No one else can 'hear' me and I really don't want to spend my
vacation locked up in a padded room."

   "If you're not talking out loud, how come everything you say is in
quotation marks?" Amanda asks suspiciously.

   "Well, dear, italics don't survive the conversion from Wordperfect
format over to a text file and Notepad doesn't allow for multiple fonts in
a single document.  So, without quotation marks, our dialogue would be a
lot harder to follow," Alex replies.

   "Oh," Amanda says while rubbing her chin thoughtfully, "So, when I'm
conversing with you inside my head, will my thoughts be in quotation
marks?"

   "Sure.  Why not?" Alex answers agreeably.

   Once out on the sidewalk, Amanda marches determinedly in the direction
of the church, her progress only occasionally impaired by one of her hands
flinging out to grab telephone posts, parking meters and the like.

   As Amanda pries her fingers loose from the most recent street lamp post
to be grabbed, she mentally hisses, "Stop that, Alex!  You said you don't
want to go to a padded room, but grabbing things and making me force you,
err, myself to let go will get us there almost as quickly as talking to
myself would."

   "Good point," Alex admits grudgingly as it relinquishes control over
Amanda's hand.  "I'm telling you, though, that this isn't a good idea."
Thereafter, it remains silent and docile for the remainder of their
journey.

   The familiar figure of Father Anthony Dobbs greets Amanda with a smile
as she enters the church, "Amanda, dear.  How very nice to see you.  What
can I do for you this fine day?"

   "Father, something has happened that I need to talk with you about. 
Privately, if that's okay."

   "Certainly, Amanda," Father Dobbs replies as he turns and leads her to
his tiny office.

   Once they are both seated, Father Dobbs asks, "What seems to be the
problem, Amanda?"

   "Well, Father, this morning when I woke up..." Amanda starts.

   "I had an incredible urge to come and suck your cock." Amanda hears her
voice finish.

   Amanda claps a hand over her mouth but hurriedly pulls it away again
when one of her fingers starts to salaciously pump in and out between her
lips.

   "What do you think you're doing?!" Amanda thinks angrily.

   Alex replies calmly, "I told you that this was a bad idea.  The only
times that exorcism works in cases of actual possession are when either the
possessing entity's vacation expires while the ceremony is going on or the
entity just gets bored and leaves.  Nevertheless, I have no intention of
spending precious days of my vacation tied to a bed while listening to some
dreary stick-in-the-mud mutter at us in piss poor Latin.  Then again, the
tied to a bed part might be interesting..." Both Alex and Amanda suddenly
realize that the priest is talking and interrupt their internal argument to
listen.

   "Well, um, Amanda dear, I have to say that I am very surprised to hear
you say that," Father Dobbs fumbles out.  Then, in a deeper tone, he adds,
"I've been dreaming of hearing you say those words since you were nine."

   Amanda is entirely too shocked and appalled to prevent Alex from using
her mouth to answer, "Well then, Father, why don't you pull out thy staff
and thy rod?"

   With a chuckle at the tired old joke, Father Dobbs lifts up the front of
his robe, revealing that he is nude beneath it.

   As Amanda stares with horror at the hardening member that has suddenly
been exposed before her, Alex makes her hips hunch violently upward,
spilling Amanda from the chair to the floor in front of the priest.

   As Amanda struggles to her knees, Father Dobbs slides forward in his
chair until his cock is bobbing gently just below Amanda's chin.

   Even as she struggles to keep Alex from making her head move forward,
Amanda can't help but stare in fascination at the first cock she has ever
seen outside of pictures.  It seems impossibly huge with a large plum
shaped head and a thick, veined shaft.  Amanda can't imagine how she could
ever fit it in her mouth let alone...down there.

   "Oh, it's not that big, Amanda.  In fact, it's just barely average,"
Alex notes.

   "Whatever.  There is still no way I am putting that in my mouth!" Amanda
thinks at Alex.

   Alex doesn't respond verbally, but Amanda can feel her left hand running
up the silky skin of her thigh before hooking a finger in the gusset of her
panties.

   "Stop that!" she hisses mentally, mortified that Father Dobbs can see
her touching herself.  She focuses her concentration on moving the hand
away and is surprised when her hand readily moves out from under her skirt.

   While Amanda is distracted with her wayward hand, Alex quickly forms her
full lips into an oval and makes the rest of her body lean forward.  Before
Amanda can stop it, several inches of the priest's cock are in her mouth.
Amanda's head freezes at that point, her desire to remove the hard,
throbbing flesh from her mouth conflicting with Alex's desire to take it
even deeper.

   "That so totally wasn't fair," Amanda complains bitterly to Alex.

   Alex responds with a mental giggle, which feels even more decidedly odd
to Amanda than one might think.

   Father Dobbs speaks up, "Is this the first time you've done this, Amanda
dear?  Don't worry, I'll show you what to do."

   Amanda can feel Father Dobbs' hands softly take hold of the sides of her
head.  He then breaks her impasse with Alex by gently guiding her head
downwards until her chin bumps into the soft sack of his scrotum.  He holds
here there for a long moment before easing her head and mouth slowly up and
down the length of his shaft.  Throughout this period, Alex blocks every
attempt Amanda makes to pull away or protest.

   "Why are you making me do this?" Amanda thinks sadly, on the verge of
tears.

   "Don't be that way, Amanda," Alex replies soothingly, "I did tell you
that coming here was a bad idea, but you insisted.  Besides, is what you're
doing really all that horrible?  I bet if you give it a chance, you'll find
it isn't bad at all; you might even like it."

   "No way!  This is a dirty, despicable act!  Only a whore would do
something like this!" Amanda thinks angrily.

   "You might be surprised at just how common oral gratification is among
your species, Amanda.  And the reason for it's popularity is that the vast
majority of people enjoy it immensely.  But, if you truly hate having a
cock in your mouth, there are things you can do to make this end faster,"
Alex replies.

   "Like what?" Amanda mentally asks, her thoughts tinged with resignation.

   "First and foremost, act like you're enjoying it; make lots of eye
contact, smile and show some enthusiasm.  It's my understanding that there
are few things that excite a male of your kind more than a female who at
least appears to love having his cock in her mouth.  Also, while applying a
bit of suction, run your tongue all over the part of him that is in your
mouth.  It might also help if you gently caress his scrotum with your hand.
Finally, every now and again, you might want to take it out of your mouth
and lick up and down the length of his shaft and around the head.  Oh, and
Amanda?  Be very careful with your teeth," Alex instructs.

   After steeling herself for a moment, Amanda tries her best to apply the
crash course she has just received in the fine art of sucking cock.  As she
swirls her tongue along the underside of Father Dobb's penis, Amanda
realizes that it doesn't taste horrid as she had expected.  Instead it has
only the slightly salty flavor of any other skin with maybe a hint of some
floral soap.  There is almost no odor; Amanda guesses that going commando
under his robes must keep the kindly priest from sweating much.  After a
moment, Amanda decides that she also rather likes the way it feels in her
mouth; like satin stretched over steel.

   As Father Dobbs moans in pleasure, Amanda's eyes lock onto his face; his
eyes are nearly shut and his jaw has gone slack.  Sucking lightly, she
swirls her tongue around the head of his cock and he gasps and moans again.
A sense of power such as she has never known before fills her.  She is
having this effect on him!  She is doing this to him!  Amanda begins to bob
her head up and down the length of his cock more enthusiastically.

   "That's it, Amanda!" Alex gushes, "Now move your hand up from his balls
and gently stroke the part of the shaft that isn't in your mouth."

   Amanda eagerly complies.  As one of Father Dobbs' hands lightly strokes
through her hair and across the side of her head, a warmth, centered on her
groin, suffuses Amanda's being.  She doesn't even think of resisting when
Alex directs one of her hands, the one that isn't enthusiastically stroking
Amanda's first cock, to pull aside the damp gusset of her panties before
plunging two fingers deeply into her hole.

   Alex grinds their palm into their clit causing Amanda to moan around the
cock in her mouth.  The vibration from this, in turn, causes Father Dobbs
to release another moan of his own.  The sound of it is still echoing in
the small room when Amanda feels his scrotum tighten under her chin.

   "He's going to climax, Amanda.  Stroke a little faster and suck a little
harder," Alex instructs.

   Amanda follows Alex's directives and is rewarded by the feel of hot
liquid squirting across her tongue as Father Dobbs lets out a mighty roar.

   Horrified, Amanda thinks, "Oh, my god!  I have semen in my mouth!"

   Alex replies soothingly, "Put aside your preconceptions and give it a
chance.  I can sense nothing objectionable about it."

   Amanda doesn't really have a choice: she can't bring herself to swallow
it and spitting it out on the office floor would just be rude.  Finally,
she reluctantly admits to herself it really isn't that bad; while the
consistency leaves a bit to be desired, it tastes mostly of salt with maybe
a slight underlying sweetness.

   "Um, what do I do with it?" Amanda mentally questions Alex.

   "Swallow it, silly," Alex replies, "It won't hurt you."

   It takes her a few tries before she overcomes her inhibitions
sufficiently, but eventually she does manage to swallow Father Dobbs'
spunk. Amanda looks up into the priest's beaming face and is overcome by a
surge of embarrassment; blushing furiously she drops her eyes back to the
floor.

   "No need to be shy, Amanda," the priest says benevolently, "You did a
superb job.  So good, in fact, that it would be rude of me not to return
the favor."

   Alex quells Amanda's protest before it can leave her lips.  "You saw how
good you made him feel with your mouth," Alex tells her cajolingly, "Aren't
you curious to find out how a mouth feels on you?  I know that I am!"

   Father Dobbs takes Amanda under the arms and pulls her to her feet. 
Sliding his hands forward to briefly fondle her breasts, he guides her to
his desk where he first sits her on the edge before pushing her back into a
reclining position.  A fresh wave of mortification surges through Amanda as
she suddenly realizes that Alex is still pumping a finger slowly in and out
of their pussy.

   Father Dobbs pulls her finger from her cunt and takes it into his mouth.
As he cleans it of her juices, he reaches back down and strips her of her
panties.  He gazes at her half naked form admiringly for a moment, bringing
another blush to Amanda's cheeks.

   "You are very beautiful, Amanda," the priest comments as he lowers his
head to her sex.

   "Ohhhhh!" Amanda and Alex cry out simultaneously as the priest's tongue
travels slowly up her cleft, from her vaginal entrance to her clit.  Eyes
wide in astonishment, Amanda peers down between her breasts into the happy,
sparkling eyes of her priest.  She can't really tell exactly what he is
doing, but she knows it feels incredible.  Her reservations crumble and
then evaporate completely as she gives herself over fully to the priest's
ministrations.

   Alex takes control of her hands and uses them to open her blouse and the
front clasp of her bra.  As it uses her hands to roll and pinch her
nipples, Amanda can feel the contractions begin again in her center before
rippling outward in an explosion of ecstasy.  As the pleasure begins to
fade, the priest takes her clit between his lips and sucks gently while
rubbing the nubbin softly with his tongue.  Amanda and Alex moan loudly as
another orgasm, even more intense than the first, consumes them.



   The pleasure goes on and on until, at last, Amanda can take no more. 
"Please stop," she commands tremulously as she pushes the priest's head
back from her cleft.  With a final swab of his tongue through her slit, the
priest amiably complies and stands up between her widely splayed legs.  He
runs his hands gently and soothingly up and down the firm, soft skin of her
inner thighs as he takes in the sight of her panting, quivering form.

   "My goodness, you really are something, Amanda," the priest comments, "I
never would have suspected that you were so passionate."

   The priest directs his eyes downward and adds, "So passionate, in fact,
that you've gotten me all worked up again.  That's the first time that has
happened so soon in a number of years!"

   Amanda follows the priest's gaze and sees that the front of his robe is
tented outwards.  She watches docilely as Father Dobbs quickly sheds the
robe and moves back between her thighs.  She feels the spongy head of his
cock nestle between the wet lips of her sex and then begin to press
inwards. Part of her wants to permit the intrusion, but another, larger,
part seizes control.  "Please don't," she whispers, "I'm a virgin."

   "Really?" the priest and Alex both ask with surprise.

   "Yes," Amanda admits with another blush.

   "Well, my dear, it certainly wouldn't be proper for me to take your
maidenhead," the priest states sympathetically, before continuing in a sly
tone, "There is, however, something else we could try that would leave your
virginity intact..."

   As Amanda is still trying to puzzle out his meaning, Alex answers for
her, "Okay, father."

   Still not quite understanding what is happening, Amanda doesn't resist
as the priest, with Alex's eager assistance, rolls her over onto her belly.
For a long moment, the priest kneads and caresses the round globes of
Amanda's ass.

   "You have the most perfect bottom that I have ever seen," the priest
says admiringly.  He finally pulls himself away and walks quickly to a
cabinet behind his desk.  Removing a crystal decanter of oil, he returns to
Amanda's butt.

   Amanda is pulled from her post-orgasmic languor by the sensation of warm
oil running down between the cheeks of her bottom.  This is immediately
followed by the feeling of Father Dobbs' finger tracing around her anus,
rubbing the oil gently into her delicate flesh.

   Amanda's eyes pop wide open in astonishment and shock, but Alex again
stifles her protests.

   "But he wants to put it in my butt!" Amanda appeals mentally.

   "Yes, I would say that is an accurate observation," Alex replies calmly.

   "But that's so dirty and it will hurt!" Amanda thinks with growing
horror.

   "I'm sure your's isn't the first ass this priest has fucked," Alex
replies, "He likely knows what he's doing.  Give it a chance.  If it hurts
too much, we'll make him stop.  Okay?"

   Before Amanda can respond, her sphincter yields to the growing pressure
being applied by the priest's finger.  Amanda's eyes open even wider as the
tip of that finger slides inside her most private orifice.

   "Try to relax, Amanda.  Clenching down will only make it hurt more,"
Alex suggests.

   For the next five minutes, Amanda lies passively on the priest's desk as
his finger works in and out of her anus.  Although there is some discomfort
initially, Amanda is shamed by the growing feelings of pleasure that are
being elicited by the rude intruder.  She gasps only slightly in shock when
the priest applies more oil and adds a second finger.

   "I feel so full," Amanda thinks, "This is just soooo wrong!"

   "It feels rather good, though, doesn't it?" Alex queries.

   Amanda moans in disappointment as the fingers withdraw completely,
leaving her with an unexpected feeling of loss.

   "Your ass is so incredibly tight, my dear," says the priest, "I just
can't wait any longer."

   Amanda tenses as she feels the soft, spongy flesh of the tip of the
priest's cock trace up and down the oily crack of her butt before coming to
rest against her tightly clenched sphincter.

   "Relax, Amanda," Alex and the priest command her simultaneously.

   Amanda whimpers as the pressure against her tight, defenseless orifice
builds.  She then cries out as the treacherous ring of muscle grudgingly
opens to admit the priest's swollen member.  The priest stops with just the
tip of his cock inside the obviously distressed young woman and
comfortingly caresses her back and bottom cheeks.

   Tears in her eyes, Amanda thinks to Alex, "It hurts!  Can we make him
stop now?"

   Alex replies gently, "Let's both concentrate on relaxing.  It hurts
because we're all tensed up."

   Under their combined efforts, Amanda's ravaged anal ring slowly reduces
its desperate clenching hold upon the rude invader.  When Father Dobbs
feels the young woman relax, he begins to work his cock slowly in and out
of her asshole; pressing ever-so-slightly deeper with each thrust.  Several
minutes later, his loins press against her pertly upthrust buttocks.  There
he again stops for a time to allow her to adjust to his presence deep
within her.  Even in the absence of motion, the tightly clenched ring of
muscle around the base of his shaft and the sight of his cock buried
between the deep "v" of her ass cheeks keep him fully erect.

   Amanda's mind is in a turmoil of pleasure, pain and shame.  She mentally
pleads, "Please, please, can we make him stop now?"

   "Shhhh," Alex replies, "you're doing great, Amanda.  Let me see if I can
help."

   Snaking a hand down between Amanda's stomach and the desk, Alex circles
a finger gently around their clit.  Between this and the gradual loosening
of her sphincter, Amanda's pain slowly eases and then fades altogether.

   Feeling the tension in the young woman's body diminish, Father Dobbs
slowly withdraws until only the head of his cock remains lodged inside the
girl.  He then reverses direction and, just as slowly, eases himself back
into the depths of her bowels.  He repeats this process several times
until, on the fourth such thrust, Amanda moans deeply as he bottoms out.

   As the priest increases the speed of his thrusts in and out of her
bottom, Amanda clutches desperately at the sides of the desk.  There is
still some discomfort, but, more than anything else, Amanda feels warmth
spreading out from her nether regions.

   She cries out, "Oh, God!  I feel so full!" Neither Alex nor the priest
respond; the priest doesn't even chastise her for taking the Lord's name in
vain.

   She can feel the priest's loins smacking forcefully into the upthrust
cheeks of her ass with each of his thrusts, pushing her body back and forth
across his desk and rubbing her turgid nipples on the rough paper of his
desk planner.  Since the priest had shot his essence into her mouth only a
short time before, he seemingly goes on forever.  The warmth from her
center continues to grow until it devours her; her pleasure peaking again
and again.

   Finally, the priest groans loudly and grinds his pelvis into the soft
cheeks of her ass.  She can feel his manhood twitching and jerking inside
of her and then she feels a different kind of warmth.  She suddenly
realizes that he is squirting his seed deep inside her ass.  The sheer
naughtiness of the thought sends her plummeting again over the edge into
orgasm.

   Father Dobbs falls forward and lies atop her back.  The three of them
are still for a moment as two of them desperately try to catch their
breath. After planting a small kiss between Amanda's shoulder blades, the
priest stands and gently eases his softening member from Amanda's ravaged
rear orifice.  As the priest pops free of her, Amanda is again mortified by
the sound of an explosive release of gas.

   With a reassuring pat on her bottom, Father Dobbs tells her, "Nothing to
be ashamed of, dear.  It's merely an unfortunate but natural consequence of
sodomy."

   The priest allows himself another brief fondle of the girl's still
quivering fanny before giving one of her cheeks a sharp little spank.  "I'm
really sorry to have to rush you, dear," he says, "but I'm supposed to meet
the cardinal for lunch.  There's a private bathroom just through that door,
if you would like to clean up a little."

   Alex is mercifully silent as Amanda pushes herself up off the desk and
stumbles to the bathroom where she wipes away the semen that is seeping
from her rectum and puts her clothes back in order.  She is still annoyed,
however, by the feeling of smug satisfaction that is radiating from the
part of her that she has come to associate with the entity.

   After Amanda is finished in the bathroom, she goes back out into the
priest's office and scoops her panties up off the floor.  The priest smiles
magnanimously at her blushing face as she puts her undergarments back on.
He then accompanies her out the door.

   As they exit the office, the priest turns to a young altar boy who is
sitting fearfully in one of the wooden chairs in the hallway.  "I won't be
needing you today after all, Paul," Father Dobbs tells the boy, "You may
go." With a look of profound relief, the boy jumps to his feet and skips
off happily toward the entrance.

   As Amanda is taking her leave from the priest, he takes her hands
briefly in his and says, "Thank you for a truly delightful morning, Amanda.
Perhaps you would like to visit again after Mass on Sunday?"

   Amanda grunts something incomprehensible in reply and stumbles, slightly
bowlegged, down the sidewalk.  The annoyance she feels toward Alex grows to
rage as it begins what she can only describe as humming gleefully to
itself.

   "Happy?" she asks internally, her mental voice dripping with venom.

   "Yes.  Very," Alex answers with aplomb, "Why?  Aren't you?"

   Amanda's eyes widen at the preposterousness of the question and she
mentally wails in response, "I was just butt fucked by my priest!" Even in
her anger, she colors slightly at thinking the bad word.

   "I'm glad to know that your short term memory is functioning properly,"
Alex responds, "but I fail to understand why that should be such a source
of distress for you.  As I recall, you enjoyed every minute of it.  Well,
other than the first five or so, of course."

   Amanda mentally hisses, "It was wrong.  It was...evil."

   Alex replies smoothly, "Why is that, Amanda?"

   Amanda is momentarily taken aback by the entity's obtuseness, but pushes
on stubbornly, "It just is!  What just happened goes against everything I
believe in."

   "And why do you believe as you do?"

   "It's what I've been taught my entire life by..."

   Alex cuts her off, "There is the crux of the problem!  For so long
you've been told what to do, what to feel, and what to think by your
parents, your teachers and your priests that you've entirely forgotten how
to think for yourself.  Let me ask you this: was anyone or anything harmed
by this morning's escapades?"

   "Well, no, but..."

   Alex again cuts her off, "There is no doubt that the priest enjoyed
himself.  Did you?"

   Amanda blushes hotly as she thinks, "Well..."

   "Amanda, there's no point in lying to me.  As you may recall, I am in
your head," Alex cautions.

   "Okay!  I admit it!  After it stopped hurting, I did like it," Amanda
confesses.

   Alex pushes, "You liked what?"

   With another blush, Amanda thinks hesitantly, "Having him, you know,
in...in my bottom."

   "What about before that?"

   "Yes.  Yes.  I liked that, too," Amanda thinks querulously.

   "So, if you enjoyed what happened, the priest enjoyed what happened, no
one was harmed and you're both consenting adults, how is it wrong, or evil?
And Amanda, I want you to actually think before you answer instead of just
referencing something that you were taught as fact without being given a
rational basis to support that fact."

   Amanda desperately seeks an answer for a few moments before she decides
to just avoid the question.  "Just leave me alone," she commands irritably,
"My butt is too sore to let me concentrate on arguing with you."

   They walk in silence for a few minutes before a question occurs to
Amanda, "Alex?"

   "Yes, Amanda?"

   "How did you know that Father Dobbs would, uh...accept the offer you
made him?"

   "I didn't.  I just followed the standard operating procedure of my kind
for when we are faced with possible exorcism."

   Appalled by the ramifications of Alex's statement, Amanda asks
incredulously, "It works often?!"

   "It wouldn't be SOP if it didn't."

   They walk a few more steps before Alex asks, "So what are we going to do
for the rest of the day?"

   "Well, I already missed one class today.  I really should make it to the
others.  Midterms are next week."

   "That sounds dreadfully dull," Alex says glumly before asking hopefully,
"How about we go drink margaritas instead?  I've been wanting to find out
what they taste like for decades."

   Amanda pouts sulkily as she turns to walk gingerly toward the bar.  It
was going to be a long two weeks.

   Epilogue.

   Amanda stretches languorously as she wakes, enjoying the feel of the
silk sheets against her bare skin.  As she glances around her crowded
bedroom her eyes pop open wide in surprise.  "Huh," she comments to Alex,
"I was sure that the Mariachi band and their donkey had just been a dream."


   "They would have been more fun if they had been willing to take off the
sombreros," Alex observes dryly.

   Amanda suddenly recalls what day it is.  She asks sadly, "Do you really
have to go, Alex?"

   "I'm afraid so, my dear Amanda," Alex replies glumly.

   "I'm going to miss you.  Thanks for everything, especially for helping
me out with my midterms."

   "No problem, sweetie.  What's the point of being nearly omniscient if
you can't help out your friends?  And Amanda?  Thank you for being host to
the best vacation ever.  I had a blast!"

   "Me, too," Amanda readily admits.

   In a gentle tone, the entity says, "I can feel that my time is up. 
Goodbye, Amanda.  If you should manage to ascend, look me up."

   A tear forms in Amanda's eye as she feels the entity fading from her
mind.  For a brief instant she sees a sparkle of light against her ceiling.
"Goodbye, Alex," she whispers.

   Pushing herself to her feet she strides toward the Mariachi's, hoping
that at least one of them will be in the mood for a morning romp.





   

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