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Seven thirty arrived. Roxy’s alarm sounded, waking them both up. Kane’s eyes opened, and just for a few brief seconds, he wasn’t quite sure where he was. Her call to morning arms sounded like a booming, earth-shattering pipe organ.
“Get up, sleepyhead,” she smiled, reaching for her phone to silence her alarm. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah, I guess.” He paused for a second as his brain caught up with recent events. He was in Roxy’s warm bed. They had sex last night, but it still didn’t feel real to him. “Did you?”
“Yeah, babe. I always sleep well after a good boning.”
What? Nothing made any sense to him. Four or five tepid, disappointing strokes didn’t qualify as a ‘good boning’ in anyone’s language. Maybe she snuck out while he was sleeping to find someone better to fuck. He rubbed his eyes and tried to stifle a yawn. “Don’t you sleep in on the weekend like most regular people?”
“It’s Sunday,” she beamed. “Best day of the week. Me and Jenna are going to church. You can come with us if you want.”
Kane scratched his head. “Umm … is it OK if I don’t?”
“You don’t know what you’re missing out on,” she said, pulling back the curtain. Bright morning light shined through. “But you can’t stay here.”
Kane wondered whether Jenna would extend the same invitation to his buddy, and what his response might be.
Ten minutes later, the four of them were sitting around the kitchen table. A hot pot of coffee sat in the middle of the table, next to a plate of fresh bread rolls and flaky pastries. Roxy wore a long, grey, modest dress that did her beautiful figure no favours, while Jenna wore a loose-fitting white collared shirt and a pair of beige slacks.
Moses thought they looked like they were going to a funeral. They weren’t dressed like this at all when they accosted him for ‘Bitches Gone Bible’. He reached for a roll and took a bite.
“Sorry, boys, for waking you up so early,” Jenna apologised, “but you understand, right?” She brought four mugs over from the cupboard.
Moses’s eyes were bleary from lack of sleep. Jenna had fucked the shit out of him last night; he couldn’t fathom how sweet and rosy she looked this morning. Only three hours ago, she was sitting on his face. He could still taste her. “Yeah, of course we do,” he lied. In a perfect world, he would’ve snoozed until noon until he was awoken by Jenna’s hot mouth and pierced tongue wrapped like a snake around his cock.
The girls shuffled them out soon after breakfast. Roxy kissed Kane sweetly on the cheek. “Call me?” She grabbed his ass and gave it a light squeeze.
“You too, boy,” Jenna told Moses. She rammed her tongue down his throat before closing the door.
The boys headed down to the street while the girls applied their makeup for church.
“Let’s get another coffee,” said Moses. “We need to swap notes about last night.”
“Good idea,” Kane replied. They found a Cuban café and took a table. A waiter came over and they ordered.
“So what did you get up to with Roxy last night?” Moses began.
“Fuck, dude,” Kane exploded, “I still can’t wrap my tiny mind around any of this. Like, I can’t believe that just happened. The last twenty four hours will be a whole chapter in my autobiography. As soon as I get home, I’m gonna turn my laptop on and fap to one of her anal scenes. Like, it’s already a done deal. I won’t be able to help myself. And just as we left, she said she wanted me to call her.” Their coffees arrived, and Kane took a sip. “I just don’t understand what she seems to see in me. There’s nothing special about me, and when I think about all those massive cocks I’ve seen her take, why the fuck would she want mine?”
“So what did you do?” asked his buddy.
“I ate her pussy, and she squirted all over my face. The towel I was wearing last night came in handy. We put it down on her bedsheet just in time. The army could’ve used her at Guantanamo.”
Moses laughed. “Yeah, I know. Did you play with her ass?”
“Yeah, a little. My fingers were wet from playing with her snatch, so I teased her ass with them. She relaxed, and I put two fingers in. She squirted while I was fingerbanging her butt.”
“Can you still smell her?”
“Yeah.” Kane sniffed his fingers. “They were in both holes, so … but yeah, she smells good. And then we fucked. Just missionary, which I thought was a little plain for a pornstar, but fuck, as if I was gonna complain.”
Moses sipped his coffee. “How long did you last?”
“How long did you think I lasted? Fuck, dude, I nearly nutted on the first stroke.” He paused for a second, reaching for his mug. “Being inside her pussy was like being in heaven. Anyway, enough about me. How’d things play out for you?”
Moses ran his hand through his hair and scratched his scalp. “Fuck, man, I feel so sleep deprived right now. I only slept for a couple of hours, and I still feel half-asleep. After Roxy took you to her room, Jenna tidied up the kitchen and led me to hers. She sat on the edge of her bed, unbuckled my pants and pulled them down, then she blew me. While she’s sucking, mecidiyeköy escort she does this thing with her tongue on the underside of my dick, and it’s like fireworks. Every time she sensed I was getting close, she stopped. I swear my balls were aching by the time she finally let me cum, and it felt like I was pissing semen into her mouth. She took me to bed and we kissed, and I could taste myself on her tongue. I ate her out and I tried something similar to you. I got my fingers wet and teased her asshole, but she swatted my hand away. I felt like I’d crossed a line, which surprised me because she let me eat her ass just yesterday. Anyway, so she grabs my hair and starts grinding her pussy on my face, smearing her juices all over my mouth and chin. Then she throws me onto my back, and I swear, you could’ve tied a flag to my cock and taken it into battle. She mounted me and rode me until I exploded inside her. I didn’t last very long either. We slept for a while, but then suddenly I’m having a dream that I can’t breathe properly. I wake up and I realise why — Jenna’s squatting over my face. She’s rubbing her clit and looking up at the ceiling for some reason, and her cunt drips into my mouth. So I grab her ass cheeks to help her grind up and down, and I kind of accidentally-on-purpose push my finger into her butthole. I felt her ass clench around my finger as her pussy twitched on my tongue. Then she climbed off, lay down next to me, and went back to sleep. I’m lying there as she goes back to sleep, and now I’m the one staring at the ceiling. My ears are ringing for some reason, and my face is a mess, so I wiped it on her bedsheet. And then I went back to sleep. I made sure to wash my face before breakfast this morning.”
It was highly unusual for Kane to be lost for words, but right now, he was.
“This whole thing is batshit crazy,” declared Moses.
“I know,” nodded Kane. “Like, this is the weirdest fucking shit ever. If last night was a one-nighter, it’d be something for me to masturbate to forever, but … like … as we were leaving this morning, Roxy grabbed my ass and told me to call her. It’s fucking surreal.”
“They both seem to be genuinely into us,” Moses shrugged. “Maybe we’re cooler than we think we are?”
“No way,” said Kane, sipping his coffee. “We’re less. That’s what makes this feel so unbelievable.”
Moses started to sketch out a plan. “OK, so they’ve both done shitloads of anal on screen, but apparently they’ve repented, whatever that means or entails …”
“I think it means they’ve taken serious personal responsibility for their sins and have been forgiven for them,” Kane interjected.
“Yeah, so I don’t get that part, because why can’t you just sin and repent on an endless loop? No-brainer, but whatever. Anyway, let’s think through the rules so we know where we stand. They’re cool with fingers. I think we’ve both established that.”
“Tongues are OK too,” added Kane. “Or, at least they seem to be with Jenna.”
“Foreign objects?”
“I once saw a chick stick a baseball in her ass,” Kane chuckled. “Fuck, that was hot.”
“Wait. The ball, or the bat?”
“The ball,” Kane clarified, “but I reckon she could’ve taken the bat, too. Don’t know if she was a Christian, but funnily enough, it didn’t come up.”
“We should find out if they’re into sports.”
“You said you watched Jenna fuck Roxy in the ass with a gigantic toy?”
Moses nodded. That was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen in his life.
“So inanimate objects are fair game.” Kane stopped for a second. “Am I right in thinking they’ll take anything up their ass except a flesh and blood penis?”
Moses tilted his head in serious thought. “Seems to be,” he said, draining the rest of his coffee.
“But why?”
“Huh?” replied Moses.
“Why are penises specifically ruled out?”
“Fucked if I know.” Moses paused for a second. “Maybe this is why I don’t go to church.”
Kane scratched his head. “I don’t understand either. I mean, I don’t know much about Christianity, which is an odd thing to say when you live in Florida of all fucking places on earth, but, like, what about sex before marriage?”
“Yeah, I know,” shrugged Moses. “I thought that was a big deal for Christians too, but neither Jenna nor Roxy seem to have an issue with it.”
“And they must both be on birth control. I flooded Roxy’s womb like a motherfucker last night, but she didn’t say anything.”
“Does the Bible say anything about oral sex?” asked Moses. “Or handjobs? Or tittyfucking?”
“I’m pretty sure it’s not a ‘how-to’ guide for sex. Anyway, maybe you should be telling me. I thought you said you were going to read it.”
“I said I was going to,” Moses replied, “but I don’t want to. Have you seen how fucking long it is? Maybe there’s a Youtube clip that summarises it.”
“Yeah, maybe, but a summary isn’t gonna tell us anything about why the Bible says anal sex is a sin. Remember last night when we were talking about this at the bar, Jenna waved her beşiktaş escort Bible in our faces and said something like ‘it says so in here somewhere’. Like, *they* don’t even seem know where it says this, and they’re churchgoers.”
“Yeah, and I bet it’s written in obscure and arcane language that’s open to interpretation, so even if we read the whole thing, we still might not be able to find it.” Kane thought for a moment. “Maybe we should read it together,” he suggested.
Moses wanted to doublecheck. “You mean … the Bible?”
“Yeah. I’m up for it if you are.”
“OK,” Moses agreed, “but we can’t tell the girls. I don’t want them to think we’re gonna start going to church or start having fuckin’ Bible discussions with them or whatever. I’m not looking to find religion. I just wanna fuck Jenna in the ass.” They’d finished their coffees, and despite his lack of sleep, Moses didn’t feel all that tired anymore. “OK, let’s go shopping.”
They found a bookshop and bought a copy each.
*
Roxy turned the key to their front door around noon. Service was over, and it was time for lunch. Jenna changed into a tight t-shirt, a short skirt and a pair of leather boots. Roxy threw her dull grey dress into a corner of her bedroom. She reached for a crop top and a skirt with an extremely short hemline. After putting some heels on, they went out for food.
Most Sundays, after service, they visited a quaint French bistro two blocks their building, and today was no exception. They ordered a bottle of Chablis while they perused the menu.
“I’m hungry,” shared Jenna.
“Me too,” Roxy replied.
Jenna ordered the grilled trout with garden vegetables while Roxy selected the smoked salmon salad.
“We both ordered fish,” Jenna noted. “Any hidden messages there?”
“None that I can think of,” came Roxy’s response.
“Did you enjoy today’s salmon?”
Roxy glanced towards the kitchen. She was feeling a little hungry. “It hasn’t arrived yet.”
“Fuck, babe,” said Jenna, “I meant sermon. Did you enjoy today’s sermon?”
“Yeah.” Roxy waited a beat. “Did you?”
“Yeah.”
They sipped their wine as they waited for their meals.
“Hey, so Moses mentioned something interesting to me the other day.”
Roxy raised her eyebrows in anticipation.
“Porn for Christians.”
“What?”
“So I was telling him about the time we wanted to put a ‘no anal’ clause in our contract, and he was saying maybe there’s an untapped market for that.”
“Yeah, maybe.” Roxy’s voice trailed off.
Jenna reached out across the table to rest her hand on her roomie’s forearm. “You OK babe? You feel like you’re a thousand miles away right now.”
Roxy faked a weak smile just as their lunch arrived. “Yeah,” she sighed. “I guess.”
Jenna wasn’t sure. It felt like there was something heavy weighing on her bestie’s mind, but for now, she let it go. They ate in relative silence.
*
Later that afternoon, Moses rocked up at Kane’s place. “Feel like a beer?” his buddy offered, heading towards the kitchen.
“Sure.”
Kane brought two chilled bottles to the living area, handing one to his buddy. “Let’s sit on the balcony,” he suggested. He opened the sliding glass door. Two fold-up beach chairs leant against the wall. They unfolded one each and sat down to read.
“OK, so let’s just read the first bit for now,” suggested Kane.
Moses nodded. “Yeah. Genesis.”
They started reading. “Fuck, this shit’s wild,” Kane observed. He turned to his buddy. “Where are you up to?”
Moses sipped his beer. “The bit about where Adam and Eve get booted from the theme park because they fucked up.”
“God should’ve put up better signs,” observed Kane. “Like maybe something like ‘you bitches can eat anything you want, but leave this specific tree alone, and also, don’t talk to the snake — regards, management.’ Would’ve saved a lot of angst.”
They read a little more. “Oh, Kane, this is where you show up,” said Moses. “You and your fucking lameass crops.”
Time passed quickly. “This feels like the Biblical equivalent of a montage,” Kane deadpanned.
“Yeah, except it’s like not just weeks or months passing in the blink of an eye, but whole generations.” Moses thought for a second. “Imagine how powerful Rocky would’ve been if he had access to a montage this long.”
Kane rested his book in his lap. “Well, yeah, but on the other hand, he would’ve been eight hundred years old by the time his title fight rolled around.”
“Exactly,” nodded Moses. “The fittest eight hundred year old man boxing ever saw.” They kept reading. “Oh, here’s the bit about the ark.” He glanced almost disbelievingly at the spine of the book. “I feel like we’re only thirty pages in and we’ve already covered everything. The tree, the snake, your shitty farm and now the ark. What’s left?”
Kane brought their conversation back down to earth. “We still haven’t gained the knowledge we seek.”
“True,” Moses agreed. They kept reading. “Fuck, dude, two of every etiler escort animal on this wooden fucking wreck. What would’ve happened if he got two giraffes onboard, but one of them was gay?”
“Fuck, man, tough question. I’m only guessing, but probably there’d be no giraffes. And how did Noah manage to wrangle two mosquitoes on board? Or two rattlesnakes? Or even two kangaroos? Like, did it rain so much the boat sailed to Australia?”
They kept reading. “Wait, it says here that all men need to be circumcised,” said Moses. “I saw your tiny piece last night, and I hate to say it, but you’re doomed, Chinese foreskin boy.” He laughed. “Two strikes, dude. Size, plus foreskin. Roxy must’ve noticed.”
“Cunt,” came Kane’s concise rebuttal.
Moses’s eyes returned to the page. “There’s something here about a city called Sodom,” said Moses. “Anal sex is sometimes called sodomy. Maybe that’s why.”
“Could be a clue,” Kane replied. They read eagerly.
Five minutes later, they came up with nothing. “Some bitch got turned into salt for some reason.”
“Because apparently God told her not to watch her city get wiped out, but she did anyway.”
Moses closed his volume. “For real? Fuck, dude, I’m tapping out, this is way too much for one day. I need another fucking beer.”
Kane stood up and walked towards the kitchen. “Despite a close encounter with an ex-city called Sodom, we still haven’t unlocked the mystery.” He returned to the balcony with a couple of fresh beers and gave one to his buddy.
“Yep,” Moses agreed. “But how about that dude on the boat? Like, can you imagine how hard it must’ve been to keep the dogs from the cats, and the cats from the mice? And how the fuck did he keep the cats from the fish?”
“Do you reckon he kept his two goldfish in a glass bowl?”
“Probably,” said Moses. “With some tiny pebbles, and a miniature treasure chest for them to hide in.”
They watched the sun begin to set. Moses yawned; last night’s lack of sleep was beginning to catch up with him, and he needed to be on deck at nine tomorrow morning. “Gonna head.” He drained the rest of his beer.
Kane stood up and hugged his buddy goodbye.
Moses grabbed a takeout burger from a place nearby before heading home. He showered, undressed and set the alarm on his phone for tomorrow morning. He tried to unwind for sleep, but something didn’t feel quite right. He felt restless. He needed to jack off. He wouldn’t sleep well if he didn’t.
He climbed into bed, fired up his laptop and navigated to a site he frequented regularly. He typed ‘Jenna anal’ into the search box; that was all he needed. He picked one of his favourite scenes, maximised the screen, lay back, and spat into his palm.
Jenna was a nurse in a busy hospital, doing her rounds. Various painful moans and groans can be heard in the background, as well as the whirrs and beeps of machinery up close. She was wearing what could loosely be described as a nurse’s uniform, only the skirt was so short you could nearly see her panties, and her top was cut so low her tits nearly fell out whenever she bent over. Her shiny white boots went almost all the way up to her knees.
She checked on a patient lying in bed, recovering from an accident. The patient was asleep, moaning restlessly as if dreaming a bad dream. Jenna thought it best to wake him. “Good morning,” she beamed, opening the curtains. Morning sunshine streamed into the room. “Wakey wakey!” She placed a metal bowl on the floor near the bed.
The patient opened his eyes. “Where am I?” he whispered groggily.
“You’re in the hospital, remember? You had an accident, remember?”
The patient ran his hands over his face. “Yeah. That’s right. I think I remember.”
“But everything’s OK,” she cooed, “because Nurse Jenna is here to look after you. In a few days’ time, you’ll be right as rain.”
“Everything feels … sore,” reported the patient.
“Yeah, that’s because you’re a little bit bruised from the impact. The doctors have run some tests, and you’ll make a full recovery, but you need some rest first.” She placed the back of her hand on his forehead. “Hmmm,” she said thoughtfully. “You feel a little warm. Let me take your temperature.”
Gently, Jenna rested a thermometer under her patient’s tongue. As she waited, she stole a quick glance at her patient’s package. He appeared to be very well-endowed. “Let me take that,” she said, removing the thermometer from her patient’s mouth and checking the reading. “Yeah. Just as I thought, you’re a little warm.”
“I’m fine,” said the patient, “and I can rest at home.” He tried to stand up, but he immediately felt dizzy and crashed back down onto the bed.
“You’re not going anywhere, mister,” said Jenna, wagging a finger in his direction. “At least not for a few days.”
The patient resigned himself to his immediate fate. He noticed her enormous tits.
“Maybe a sponge bath would help cool you down,” suggested Nurse Jenna.
The patient mumbled something unintelligible that Jenna interpreted as consent. He ogled her rack.
Jenna turned away from her patient, just for a moment, to retrieve something from the floor. As she bent over, her patient got an eyeful of her tight white panties. She stood up again, holding the metal bowl full of warm, soapy water, and a thick medical sponge. “Now let’s see about this sponge bath, shall we? Now just lie back and relax.”
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