Vic was not a particularly nice guy, even on a good day. And this was not a good day. It had started badly. His dog, who Vic had intended to poison months ago, had decided to take on the role of neighborhood rooster and started barking as soon as the sun's rays first appeared. Waking Vic up before 7:00 on a Saturday was not a good idea, but Lance was a stupid dog that seemed to delight in doing things to irritate his owner. Vic knew it wouldn't do him any good to yell at Lance, so he just got up and started a pot of coffee. Since he was up anyway he decided to get his yard work done before it got too hot. His bad day got worse. The damned $500 mower Vic had bought just last summer wouldn't start. After fussing with it unsuccessfully for half an hour, Vic decided he needed to relieve some of his stress by surfing the web for porn. But his PC had so much malware and junk on it that it wouldn't boot up. All in all, it was a miserable Saturday. Vic was in a particularly foul mood, even by Vic standards.

When his doorbell rang a little after 9:00 a.m. Vic's first reaction was to ignore it. Saturday morning - it had to be some kid selling candy for their school, or one of those self-righteous holy-rollers with smiling faces and an armload of pamphlets. Then he had the brilliant idea of venting some of his frustration on whoever had been unfortunate enough to show up on his doorstep that day. Vic was in the right mood to fuck with somebody's mind.

When Vic opened the door a little smile appeared on his grizzly face. It was indeed some do-gooder bible-thumpers who innocently awaited his wrath. Vic's last meeting with a pamphlet wielding evangelical family was still one of his favorite memories. After listening to their sales pitch for a few minutes, he had politely accepted their handouts, then told them that he was a Satanist, and would be glad to come to their church if they would come to the next meeting of his coven. As they scurried away, he yelled at them to be sure to bring the kids, because his devotees liked to use them in their rituals. He never saw those well dressed dumb asses again.

This time it appeared to be a mother and daughter team eager to save his soul. He was sure they were related, because they were wearing matching dresses. Mom's was a demure ankle-length frock, but the girl's dress ended about mid-thigh on her delightful young legs. Vic had always wondered why mothers, even those dedicated to spreading the word of God, so often dressed their preteen daughters in such revealing dresses, when everyone knew how many perverts there were in the world these days that got their kicks from looking at pretty young girls. Perverts like Vic for instance.

His eyes were immediately drawn to the smooth, lightly-tanned girl-flesh showing above her knees. He was pleased to see that this charmer was past the stick-thin stage that most little girls went through before blooming into succulent, prepubescent young ladies. Her legs were still a bit thin, but Vic could see far enough up her thighs to tell that they were filling out nicely. His imagination was already working on an image of what her soft little bum would feel like. The only thing more likely than a glimpse of young-girl thigh to light Vic's fire was the image of a round, little ass encased in a tight pair of jeans, or sticking out of an outgrown bathing suit. Vic had spent many pleasant hours in nearby malls, sitting on a bench with a shopping bag in his lap to cover the lump in his pants, while he watched the parade of teenybopper bottoms that wiggled by him in their innocent exuberance.

Mom smiled at him with the witless expression of a Stepford Wives clone, totally unaware that Vic was practically drooling over her daughter.

"Hello," she said as she handed him a pamphlet. "I'm Rita Mae Collins, and this is my daughter Miranda. We are in your neighborhood today spreading the word of the Lord. Sir, have you accepted Jesus into your life?" She stood there, waiting for his response.

Vic was getting ready to reply with some kind of nasty comment when he got a better idea. By now his eyes had finally worked their way up to Miranda's face and he realized that the young creature standing in front of him was not just the sexiest thing he had seen in months - she was possibly the most beautiful young girl he had ever seen. He could feel his heart beating faster just from they way she was looking at him. She had a perfectly proportioned heart-shaped face, and when she smiled the dimples in her cheeks acted like parentheses drawing attention to her gleaming white teeth. Her incredible blue-grey eyes seemed to glitter in the sunlight. Her shoulder-length light blonde hair was held in place with a cute little headband made from the same material as her dress. He guessed her age to be about eleven or twelve, but she had an ethereal beauty that transcended chronological divisions. If Vic had believed in angels, he was sure this is what one would have looked like.

When Vic finally snapped out of the spell that Miranda had cast over him he saw that her mother was still waiting for an answer. Without taking his eyes from the incredible enchantress before him, Vic reached deep within his bullshit supply and replied, "Oh, no, madam. Jesus does not exist within me. I am afraid that my heart and soul are empty."

That sounded very strange coming from his atheistic mouth, but Vic would have said anything to keep them from leaving. He wanted very much to continue drinking in the beauty of young Miranda. Just being this close to such an amazing creature was an erotic treat that he did not often experience. He was getting a hard-on just from looking at her. Then Vic felt inspiration strike him, and it had nothing to do with religion or salvation.

"Please, ladies, it's very hot today. Why don't you come in and have a cold drink while you tell me more." Vic the spider welcomed the flies.

"Well, I guess we could," Rita Mae said as she stepped inside. "We really would like to talk to you about bringing Jesus into your life, Mr...."

"Moore," Vic introduced himself as he ushered them into his living room.

Vic settled into a loveseat. Rita Mae and her daughter sat on the matching couch across from him. When Miranda sat down, her short dress slid up her girlishly slim legs, and Vic had a momentary glimpse of heaven, in the form of pink cotton panties. The lump in his pants grew even bigger. Right then he would have let Rita Mae baptize him if it would keep Miranda from leaving is sight. He let her babble on for a few minutes about the Lord and whatever, while he tried not to be too obvious about devouring Miranda with his eyes.

Gradually he felt his erection ease to the point where he felt it was safe for him to stand up. "Excuse my rudeness, ladies. Let me get you those drinks I promised. Is iced tea Okay? I just made a pitcher a few minutes ago."

"Yes sir, that would be fine for me," Rita Mae said. "But we don't allow Miranda to have stimulants like caffeine. If you have some cold water, I am sure she would enjoy that."

"Don't worry about me, Mr. Moore," Miranda chimed in. "I'm not thirsty."

Vic got up, smiled at his guests, and headed for the kitchen. On his way he took a detour to his bathroom where he picked up a bottle of pills. Once in the kitchen, he poured a glass of tea for Rita Mae, added some sugar, and two of the pills. He stirred until all of it was dissolved.

When he brought the drinks back, Rita Mae told him that Miranda wanted to share with him her story of finding Jesus at a young age. Rita Mae settled back and started drinking her tea while Miranda stood up and started speaking. It was obvious that this was a well-rehearsed performance that she had given many times, but that didn't bother Vic at all. Her voice was as gentle and lovely as everything else about her. He could have watched and listened to the precocious child for hours.

When she finished her testament he told her, "Thank you, Miranda. You not only look like an angel, but you speak like one also."

"Thank you sir," Miranda smiled at him. She gave him a little curtsy, a living picture of innocence and beauty.

Vic could feel himself begin to swell again. Now that Miranda was standing just a few feet from him, it was all he could do to stop himself from reaching out and touching her budding breasts, or running a hand up her dress to caress her girlish bottom. Vic glanced at the sofa and noticed that Rita Mae was looking pale and sleepy. Patience, Victor, he reminded himself, just a few more minutes.

Miranda noticed her mother's condition also. "Mama, are you OK?"

"I don't know dear. All of a sudden I feel kind of funny," Rita Mae replied.

"Maybe the heat has gotten to you," Vic offered. "Why don't you lie down for a few minutes?"

"Why, I think I will, just for awhile. Then we have to be on our way."

"Miranda, why don't you sit with me and give your mother more room," Vic suggested, trying to look as innocent as he could. "You can read to me from one of your pamphlets. I do so enjoy the sound of your voice."

"Yes sir," the obedient young girl replied, as she sat next to Vic on the love seat. He didn't scoot over to make more room for her, so she had to squeeze her small body between his hips and the arm of the love seat. Vic enjoyed the feel of her warmth next to him. He casually put an arm around her shoulders as she started to read. Visions of himself sprawled all over Miranda flooded his mind, as her voice filled his ears with 'The One True Path to Finding the Lord'.

Rita Mae stretched out on the sofa and in a few moments was snoring peacefully. Miranda looked at her and asked Vic, "Is she all right? I've never seen her fall asleep like this in the middle of the day."

"Oh, she's fine, dear," Vic reassured her. "She just needs some rest."

Once Vic was sure that Rita Mae was in a deep sleep he proceeded with the next step in his plan. "Miranda," he said, "there is something I need to talk to you about, something very important. I have a big problem, and I have been waiting a long time for the perfect person to come into my life to help me with it. As soon as I saw you at my door today, I felt that you were the one I have been waiting for. It's like God sent you to me today. Would you be willing to help me?"

"What kind of problem do you have, sir?" The wide-eyed, innocent young girl looked up at him.

He felt like he was being sucked into those magical eyes of hers. He was almost hypnotized by her beauty and had to force himself to concentrate on his performance. He hung his head, as if in shame. "The Devil has placed a demon within me, child, and I need your help to get it out."

Miranda looked at Vic with surprise. "Where?" she asked, looking all around him to see if she could see horns poking out of his body somewhere.

"Here," Vic said, pointing to his lap. "It shames me to admit it, but when I was younger I spent a lot of time pursuing carnal delights. Do you know what that means, dear?"

"No sir, not exactly. I've heard Reverend Hale talking about carnal knowledge and stuff, but when I asked Mom what it meant, she just shushed me."

"Well, let's just say that when I was younger I did a lot of bad things, and during one of my adventures in debauchery, the Devil took advantage of my weakness and made a home for his minion in my....private parts." As he was saying that, Vic was unzipping his pants. He took out his semi-turgid penis and let it lay in his lap for the shocked child to see.

Miranda's eyes got even bigger as she looked at the object lying in Mr. Moore's lap.

"He's in there?" she asked, looking closely at Vic's penis, wonderment on her face that one of the Devil's disciples could make a home in such a small space. "But why me, sir? Why am I special?" she asked.

"Miranda, there are two things that the Devil cannot stand; beauty and innocence. And you have both characteristics. A good Christian girl like yourself is always ready to do battle against evil, aren't you?"

Miranda was still staring at the curled up beast in Vic's lap. It reminded her of the sausages that her Dad like so much for breakfast on Sunday mornings. She wasn't sure she fully understood what Mr. Moore wanted from her, but being a good Christian girl, she was always willing to try her best.

"What do you want me to do?"

Vic smiled to himself. The bait had been cast and the fish was biting. "First, we have to wake the demon up, then force it to leave. Something this evil can only survive while it is within me. Once it is out of my body, and in your heavenly presence, it will be forced to return to Hell and leave me alone. Miranda, if you help me expel the demon, I promise I will lead a good life from now on and not let myself be taken advantage of by the Devil again. You truly will have saved my soul."

That was all Miranda needed to hear. It had been drummed into her from an early age that there could be no higher calling than to bring salvation to others and save them from evil and temptation. Now for the first time in her life, she was facing real evil. She was ready for the battle.

"How can we wake him up?"

"Here, put your hands on my...thing." Vic didn't know if the girl even knew what a penis was. She followed his lead, and wrapped her small hands around his shaft. She looked up at Vic, unsure what to do next.

"It's squishy," she giggled. "Oh, but now it's growing. What's happening?"

"Ahhh, the warmth of your touch is waking him up. See?" Vic explained.

Miranda could clearly see, and feel, that the possessed part of poor Mr. Moore's body was getting longer, wider, and harder.

"You're doing good, Miranda," Vic encouraged her. "Now, we need to make the demon angry, so it will dare to come out to see who is disturbing him. That is when it will be destroyed. Try moving your hands up and down, that's right, like milking a cow. Yes, I think I can feel him moving around in there, getting mad. Here, put your other hand on my bal... testicles. Can you feel him moving?"

The wide-eyed girl nodded. Now she was beginning to look scared, and Vic feared that he was overdoing it with the demon stuff, and that she might scream. He had to reasure her, while at the same time encourage her to continue.

"Ahhh, dear, you are very talented at...demon hunting. Yes, harder, faster, make the demon mad enough and eventually he will make a mistake and come out of my body. Don't worry, he can't hurt you. He won't survive for even a moment in the aura of your goodness. Remember, God is stronger than the Devil and all his minions."

"Yes," Miranda whispered. Her fear now gone, she smiled adorably as her bright blue eyes focused again on the home of the demon.

Miranda was a fast learner. She quickly started rubbing Vic's cock with both hands, with a skill that Vic found amazing. It was like she had been giving hand jobs for years. This was working out even better than Vic's demented mind had imagined.

"That's right sweetie," he moaned. "Keep moving your hands. Faster, dear, faster. This has to be the day the evil is driven from my body."

Vic knew that tricking the precious young girl into giving him a hand job was a major triumph, but he was greedy and wanted more.

"Honey, you're doing very well, but you don't look comfortable. Here, stand up. Yes, that's right. Now, kneel between my legs. There, isn't that easier?"

"Yes sir, it is. Thank you. Is the demon going to come out soon?"

"Oh yes my dear, I think so. But he is fighting your efforts. It doesn't want to leave the safety of my body. We may have to try something else to expel the foul beast."

"What is that, sir?"

"Miranda, I'm going to ask you to do something very special for me. It may seem strange, but you will have to trust me. There is a special ability that innocent young girls like yourself possess that older people do not have. You must use your gift now. It's the best way to extract a demon."

"Please, sir, I want to help you. What is it that I have to do?"

"Do you see the liquid coming out of the tip?" Vic pointed to the precum gathering in the slit in the purple head of his cock. "That's part of the demon's evil seeping out already. That means we are winning, but we need to do more. You must use your mouth."

"My mouth?" Miranda looked at Vic in wide-eyed shock.

"Yes, dear. Don't be afraid. Just close your eyes, and lick it off. It won't hurt you."

"But won't the demon get inside me?"

"No, dear," Vic patted her soft hair. "Your body is so full of goodness and grace that the evil seed will be destroyed as soon as it touches your tongue. Keep going, you are almost there."

The dutiful girl did as she was told. She lowered her head and licked the salty drops from the top of Vic's shaft. When it was clean she raised her head and smiled up at him. She was very proud of herself for being such a good girl and doing everything Mr. Moore had asked of her.

"That was good Miranda," Vic gasped. He was so excited he could barely talk now. "But we can't stop this close to victory. The demon is weaker now that you have destroyed some of its evil, but we have to finish now, before it regains strength. Now you must suck all of the evil out of my body. Put your mouth back where it was. Yes, now open your lips a bit and take all the...purple thing...in. Think of it like eating an ice cream cone all at once, without letting any of it drip onto your hands. Can you do that?"

Vic was amazed at how quickly she got the idea. Soon, with just a few gentle pushes on the back of her head, Miranda's mouth was bobbing up and down on his cock. He didn't dare push too hard, the little girl's mouth could only hold so much, and he didn't need her gagging now.

"Keep moving your hands too, dear. That's it, faster now, faster! That's good, it's working! The demon is coming out. I can feel it happening!"

Just as Vic felt the semen pushing up through his shaft, Miranda sat back, releasing the wonderful hold her lips had on his shaft. "Is Good winning over Evil?" she asked.. "Will I see him leave our body soon?"

"Yes, yes, almost...don't stop...please...ahhhh."

As Vic's semen shot out of his cock and all over her hands, Miranda shouted, "I made angels appear! I made angels appear!" It didn't seem possible, but to Vic it looked like she had become even more beautiful as she beamed up at him, cum all over her hands. She was obviously very proud that she had "made angels appear". Vic had no idea what she meant by that, but just then he didn't care.

Guiltily, Vic took a quick glance over at Rita Mae on the couch. She was still sound asleep. The trick now was to convince Miranda to not tell anyone about their little exorcism. He had already worked up a story to tell her, about how ashamed he was to have had the demon in him, and how he didn't want anyone else to know about it, or how he had asked Miranda to help him. But before he could begin, Miranda surprised him one more time.

"Mr. Moore, it wasn't a demon inside you, it was angels. And I released them!" The prepubescent child's face was still glowing as she licked Vic's ejaculate from her lips like it was ice cream.

Vic still had no idea what she was talking about. "Sweetheart, what do you mean? What angels?

"Oh, all that white stuff that came out...that's angel cream. It's where the angels live when they are inside you, and when they come out they leave to do good in the world," the little girl explained. Now she was licking his semen from her fingers, like a kid licking icing from a cupcake. "I don't think you had a demon inside you, just a lot of angels that wanted to come out."

"Who told you that?"

"Reverend Hale," Miranda told him, as if it should have been obvious. "He told me about the angel cream while I was helping him."

"How does a young girl like you help a pastor?" Now Vic was fascinated by her story, and the horny reverend.

"Oh, sometimes he asks me to stay after Bible study, to help him become inspired so he can write a good sermon," she explained, still beaming in pleasure at all her good deeds. She bent forward and began to lick the remaining cum from his wilting penis. It was as if she had been taught that cleaning up all the "angel cream" was very important.

"What do you do to inspire him?" Vic asked, but he was pretty sure he knew what kind of 'inspiration' the pastor needed.

"That's the strange part," Miranda stopped licking long enough to answer his question. "It's a lot like what you had me do. Reverend Hale showed me how to use my hands and mouth on his holy tool, just like you did. He told me that if I work hard enough, and I have been good enough that week, the angels will be called from within him, and will inspire him to write a good sermon. When the white stuff comes out, that's when you know the angels have left his body. I've never been able to actually see the angels, but they always leave their reward for me, and I enjoy licking it up. That's how I know that it was angels in you, not a demon, because of the white stuff. Reverend Hale says I am better at summoning the angels than any of the other girls."

Miranda had finished cleaning up the semen from her hands and Vic's cock. She sat back down next to him, her hands folded politely in her lap, looking like a child waiting for Sunday morning service to start.

Vic made a mental note that he was going to have a long talk with this Reverend Hale. He was already calculating how much it would be worth to a pastor to keep Miranda's assistance with his "holy tool" a secret. And apparently she wasn't the only young lady he was training. Perhaps he and the preacher could set up some special prayer sessions with the eager-to-please young flock members. Yes, a three-way with Miranda or some of her friends could be delightful, and would probably result in a host of angels being summoned from within the two perverts.

It had turned out to be a very good day after all.