I cheerily whistled a gospel tune as I walked home from after school bible study. My parents are very religious, my father is the local priest and my mother is often away doing missionary work, so they expect me to be an expert on such matters.
I'm Derrick. I'm an eighteen-year-old senior at an all-boy's Catholic high-school. My girlfriend Anna comes from an equally religious family, she's also eighteen and attends the all-girl's Catholic high-school nearby. We've known each other for years; our parents are friends, and they were all ecstatic when we started dating this year. We're deeply in love, and it's basically a given among both of our families that we're going to get married. Naturally we are both virgins and saving ourselves for marriage. Our parents often chuckle as they watch us blush as we hold hands. We are completely naïve and innocent of sexual matters and our parents preferred it that way.
Bible study got out very early today, normally it lasts two hours but today the teacher had an emergency and sent everyone home after a half-hour. My girlfriend normally joins me at bible study, but she couldn't make it today because she was having a private meeting with my dad.
My dad had me when he was already pretty old; he's pushing 60 now, while my mother is quite a bit younger at 40. As a respected older figure and a pillar of the community my dad takes a special interest in protecting the girls at the Catholic high-school, often consulting with the seniors in private individual sessions on religious matters. My dad told Anna that now that she is eighteen there are new spiritual risks out there, and it was important that she meet with him for some guidance. I really love my dad and am happy he's taking such an interest in protecting Anna. Anna was grateful too, though also a bit nervous.
I figured Anna would be meeting with my dad at the church, and since my mother was away doing missionary work, I didn't expect anyone home. When I entered the front door, I was surprised to see my girlfriend's cute pink sandals, and my dad's church shoes, both on the shoe rack. I was about to call out, when I heard some strange sounds coming from upstairs.
As I walked into the upstairs hallway, I was surprised to realize that the sounds were coming from my room. The door was closed, even though I am pretty sure it was open when I left this morning.
The sounds were weird and made me a bit nervous. It sounded like my bed was creaking heavily and the headboard was thumping against the wall. There were strange squeals and whimpers, and occasional heavy grunts. I approached cautiously.
I gently opened the door slightly and peeked inside. I stared in confusion at what I saw. My dad and my girlfriend Anna were lying on my bed. It was difficult to make out what was going on, as my father was still wearing his priest's vestments, but my dad seemed to be lying on top of her, with his hips nestled in between her luscious thighs, their groins pressed together, and my girlfriend's beautiful red sunflower dress scrunched up somewhere around her hips. My dad's robes also appeared hiked up in the front, but they still covered his back and legs fully, so I could only really see my girlfriend's beautiful legs as he lay fully between them.
My dad was hovering over her, with his weight resting on his elbows, however my girlfriend's breasts are quite large, so they were squashed against my father's robed chest, bulging out of the sides of her dress.
There was a lot of movement going on. My dad seemed be shifting around frantically on top of her, constantly bucking and grinding. Both of their faces were red, and their eyes were closed. They looked they were in serious pain, I didn't understand what I was looking at. It looked like my dad was hurting her, he seemed to be doing most of the movement, although it was hard to tell with his robes blocking much of the activity. All I could really see was my girlfriend's shapely legs spread outside him as he rutted in between them. It seemed to me like Anna would sometimes bounce her hips up against him as well, but it was hard to tell.
The noises they were making further confused and worried me. My girlfriend kept whimpering, occasionally moaning out vague comments to my dad; "Father," "Father, please..." and making desperate prayers to the Lord; "Oh God, no", "Jesus, oooh". She would occasionally squeal, and scream, and holler as well. She seemed to be in awful pain, I wanted to rush over their and comfort her and save her from my father's savage pounding, but I was still confused and didn't understand what was happening. I know my father would never hurt my girlfriend, there must be a reason for all this insanity.
The noises my dad was making convinced me that this was difficult for him as well. He was moaning and groaning like he was being tortured. He'd rut around frantically on top of her for awhile and then slow to a stop and just lie on top of her for a minute, desperately sucking in air and groaning as he tried to recover. Then he'd start bucking away again and the sounds would escalate. I could hear the bed creaking quickly under the weight and manic movements, the headboard thumping against the wall, the rustling of their clothes, my girlfriend's whimpers and desperate pleas. There were also odd smacking and slapping and squelching sounds coming from the point of contact between my dad and girlfriend's groins which I didn't understand.
My dad's pace started to increase, the bed was creaking furiously and the headboard slamming against the wall. My girlfriend's face was very red, the muscles in her neck tense as she screamed and desperately gripped the sheets while my dad frantically humped in between her legs. My girlfriend's eyes were clenched shut, her beautiful face scrunched up in what appeared to be agony, I was going to shout at my dad to stop hurting her when she suddenly screamed out, "Father! Save me! Save me, Father! God please, father!"
My dad was yelling as he slammed into her, "God!" He started to speak in Latin, shouting some kind of prayer or something. When he started shouting in Latin, something clicked for me. An exorcism! That must be it! That's why it's all so difficult and painful for them both, my dad is doing some kind of exorcism spell to save me girlfriend. Oh no! Was my girlfriend possessed? The way she's been yelling and screaming throughout has been kind of strange, although maybe that has more to do with this exorcism activity than a demon? I will have to wait until they are finished to know.
As I watched my dad shout in Latin and frantically slam his groin into my beautiful girlfriend, I wanted to cheer him on. Save her, dad! I thought. I didn't want to interrupt though, I'd let them finish then ask them what was going on.
My dad continued to thrust, with Anna occasionally seeming to provide assistance bucking her own hips to him as well. Even standing outside the door there seemed to be a heat and musk coming from the room. Could it be the demon?
