Chapter 5

I knew it was a good time for me to quit the job with the Postal Service right then and there because my health was in grave danger from Amy, Misty and the orange tinted Imp that rode her shoulder like a dark stranger with evil intent.

Unfortunately, I had too many years to give up my lucrative pension promised at the end of the road. I continued to drive the route and stop at the shack in the country humping both Amy and Misty and doing bad stuff with the terrible little Imp as well.

I suspected that seductive little feminine Imp was waiting for me to make a major mistake and she would give it to me good and proper up deep in my behind and laughing at my discomfort the entire time.

It had been a long time since I had been to church, but I found myself inside the church one early Saturday morning talking to the old priest that seemed disbelieving of my long involved story about the sex addicted Imp out on the Rural Free Delivery route and he was obviously uncomfortable about my suggesting the thing came straight from Hell.

He brought me back to the locked area in the basement of the church and showed me the manuals that he used in exorcising demons and the like from our human midst with incantations that were thousands of years old and had mystical powers.

He called in an expert in such matters that was assigned to this area of our state and told me that she was considered in charge of the casting out of the demon from Amy and her sister Misty. He called her “Sister”, but she didn’t wear any habit or uniform to show she was Clergy.

Her name was Sister Angela, and she was as short as a little girl, but her eyes were those of a mature woman, and I had no doubt she knew which end was which when push came to shove when things got a little dicey in the presence of evil.

I thought it strange when Sister Angela told me we had to strip down to our natural state of nakedness and immerse ourselves in the purifying waters of the holy water tank that had been blessed by a visiting Bishop straight from the Vatican for just such a need to prepare for battle with a demon. It was really embarrassing to see the young woman called Sister Angela in the nude, but she was so delightfully formed that I feasted my eyes on her fantastic breasts and her pert ass cheeks that begged to be taken seriously despite her height.

Sister Angela grabbed hold of my shaft and rubbed it with a combination of oil and holy water filling me with an insane urge to nail her pussy up against the enamel side of the tub of heated water. She saw my intent and pushed her ass back against me telling me, “Its all right, Mister Mailman, you can enter me and purify my insides with your holy water covered cock. We can pray together and ask for divine guidance in ridding this town of the demon in Amy’s home.

I was in no position to argue because we were in a church, and she was a “Sister”, and we were doing a religious rite according to the teachings of the demon fighting branch of Vatican enforcers. I mounted her from the rear and entered her front and back making her whine and quiver with her emotional response to my ministrations. She helped me by pushing back against my hardness telling me, “Give it to me good, Mister Postman, make me open up for your saving grace.”

Of course, I was only a low level government employee and I relied on this expert assistance from the church as it was more a matter of protecting humans from the invaders from the demon world that didn’t belong in our territory. They had to be sent back to the evil place from which they came, and poor Amy needed to be set free to live her life free of their influence.

I began to see the light at the end of the tunnel after becoming nicely acquainted with all of Sister Angela’s feminine entries. My stress level had been lowered to record lows, and I was in a passive state of mind just watching Sister Angela’s buttocks moving solidly inside her tight blue jeans.

The demon-fighting agent from the Vatican took my hand and rubbed it between her legs whispering seductively in my ear, “For good luck in ridding this world of that devil spawn the little orange imp that has come from the lower regions.”

The strange little female had no problem in speaking the devil’s name but seemed a bit hesitant in referring to the environments of Hell. I followed her closely out the door to the car and we drove to Amy’s house with Faith in our minds and hope in our hearts for a happy ending to this story of demonic invasion of an otherwise normal rural free delivery route.

The symbiotic trio of frenzied females were waiting for us apparently gifted with some sort of telepathic function that forewarned them of our visit. Amy, and her sister Misty were wearing only their sports bras and sandals and the imp was totally nude as always. Misty turned her backside to me and spread her cheeks to attract my attention to her pulsating brown eye. Of course, it worked, and I was immediately drawn to cover her backside with my bottomless lower half cleaving into her crack like she had some fantastic cock magnet hidden inside her sphincter.