Chapter Eleven

Sweat beaded the priest's forehead. He whispered a prayer to God as he fought his lusts.

She isn't wearing any panties, the naughty slut. Her naked, shaved pussy, the slit so tight and inviting, peaks at you from between her thighs. Jezebel's own pussy was on fire. She loved the wet heat. Mary is teasing you. She wants you to hike up your cassock and bury your cock in her tight, slutty cunt. She burns to be fuck her over the altar.

The image burned through the priest's mind. His dick itched. Thoughts of pulling over and masturbating on the side of the road flitted through his mind. Jezebel savored his dirty thoughts as she whispered about how tight young Mary felt wrapped about his cock.

Vows were meant to be broken, Jezebel whispered as the poor priest was in a frenzy of lust. Look at that hitchhiker ahead. Blonde. Young. A slut. Pick her up. She'll be more than thankful.

"Dear Lord, deliver me from this sin," the priest groaned as he stared at the girl holding her thumb out as she walked down the highway. Eighteen and ripe for the plucking.

Pull over and enjoy the slut. She wants it. Look at the way she's dressed.

Father Augustine slowed the van down as he approached the girl. She wore a tight jean skirt that hugged her bubbly ass. It was worn through in spots on her ass, showing off naked flesh. A thong encircled her waist, red and enticing, and her round breasts were shown off by a tight boob tube.

She is asking to be fucked. If not by you, then by a fat trucker. Jezebel nuzzled at his ear. Enjoy her. You're far from your parish. No one will know. You've earned this reward for all the good you've brought about.

The van's brakes squealed as he stopped. The girl opened the passenger door and peered in. She smiled when she saw the priest, the tension melting out of her shoulders and the corners of her eyes. "Hi, Father."

"Hello, child," Father Augustine said, still warring with his desires even as his dick ached to take her. "Where are you headed?"

"As far as you'll take me," the girl said. "I'm Hope."

"Of course you are," he groaned. "Hop in, child."

"Thanks." Hope climbed in, her tits jiggling in her boob tube.

Father Augustine pulled back onto the highway, his eyes fixed on the road. Jezebel smiled as she continued to whisper in his ear, driving the priest mad with lust for the girl. The priest's face flushed and his knuckles grew white on the steering wheel.

See that road ahead, whispered Jezebel. I bet it leads somewhere nice and secluded. Hope is a friendly girl. She'll understand that she needs to pay for her ride.

Jezebel reached out and laid her hands over Father Augustine. She gripped them and pulled on them, guiding his hands to turn the wheel. To the priest, he would think his lusts had taken over. He had no idea a demon was manipulating his body.

Hope looked at the priest and a resigned look crossed her face. Jezebel knew the girl's thoughts. This wouldn't be the first time she had traded sex for a ride. She had hoped that Father Augustine would have been different, and it amused Jezebel no end to see it die in her.

The girl would enjoy it. Her body was built for sex, and even now her nipples hardened. Hope, like many troubled, young woman, had daddy issues. And the priest was very fatherly.

"What are we doing, Father?" asked Hope as the priest stopped the van on the shoulder of a deserted stretch of road in the middle of nowhere, Colorado.

Jezebel reached out and placed her hand on Father Augustine's then moved it to Hope's bare thigh. The priest squeezed her flesh and swallowed. Hope trembled and lowered her eyes as the priest, with the demon's help, stroked up and down the girl's sleek thigh.

No one rides for free.

"No one rides for free," Father Augustine repeated, his voice hoarse with desire.

Jezebel reached out and seized Hope's hand, pulling it to the priest's cassock over his bulge. She pressed her lips to Hope's ears and whispered, I understand, Father.

"I ... understand, Father," Hope murmured, squeezing the priest's cock.

"And there is only one way for a slut like you to pay," growled the priest.

Jezebel smiled. Those words were all his. The demon leaned back, her intervention finished. She floated in the Ether and observed. The priest's hand slid beneath Hope jean skirt. Hope let out a soft moan as the priest's fingers rubbed at the wet folds of her pussy.

Jezebel shuddered as she rubbed at her hot pussy. "Corrupting mortals is so much fun."

Father Hyrum Augustine touched his first pussy in thirty years. Not since he was eighteen and parking with his girlfriend had he felt the hot, slick flesh. They had fucked for the last time that night. She broke up with him the next day, dumping him for a boy with a nicer car, and he made the decision to go to the seminary.

However, Louise May Parker did not have a shaved pussy.

Hope felt so innocent beneath his fingers as he caressed her bare vulva, belying her slutty appearance. The blonde's eyes fluttered as his fingers stroked through her wet folds. The car seat creaked and her hand tightened on his cock. Father Augustine grinned.

I am tired of not sinning. I could have had this for the last thirty years.

"Oh, Father," groaned Hope as he pushed a finger into the depths of her pussy. "Mmm, you shouldn't be doing that. You're a priest."

"And you're a filthy slut," he growled, shoving a second finger inside of her cunt. Her flesh was hot about him, clenching down on his digits.