Lurid, Rough Sex Erotica
"After Sunday Services," a Licorice Whips sex story by J. Brooke
Untitled, by Justin Thai
Pious woman, white skin, blond, so very thin, Pentecostal pastor’s wife, so devoted to her family. It has been a wonderful service, hands thrown to the heavens, thanking God for making us, his servants, from a loving Deity, we are so very lucky, no longer sinful heathens.
Many thanks for the parishioners at the door. Husband Ray, smiling, thanking the sheep for their support. Alms, ten percent, thank you Jesus, these are such good neighbors, thank the Lord.
Lots of hosannas, smiles, I part, kiss the reverend on his lips. We are a humble couple, sex is a mystery; we know God prefers the missionary style, we obey his word. I am such a silly girl, so shy, a white pearl, 26, tiny, almost frail, have been called even a Pixie. I always blush from such compliments. I make sure the boxes of food are set in the trunk of our gray Ford sedan, hubby wishes me safety and God's good luck, I drive off.
Hour, maybe a few minutes more, East Philadelphia, a poorer part of God’s Kingdom tops my list. Food boxes packed with Cheerios, Orioles, and chocky Ho Hos, to hopefully help the drug addicts stay away from the street whores. I drive down East D boulevard, trash, homeless, street people, lots of blacks, some down and out prostitutes too, I imagine. Dark skinned men are everywhere, they are also the children of the Lord. Lots of poverty, drugs, booty bangers, catholic priests, pregnant runaways, probably even some sodomized, ex-altar boys.
I check the address on my BlackBerry. Two of my female parishioners have guaranteed me that here is everything that I will ever need. I pull to the curb and park.
I know, this is such a dangerous world, but we are the children of God, so I set my tiny flats to the street, take the food from my trunk, slam the door. I am very excited, for my people tell me heaven awaits for those that share. Down there, in the tenement house, down low, basement, from some one’s boom box, I hear J Lo.
I am shy, I think I mentioned that, long skirt furrowing below my knees, rayon proper blouse buttoned piously properly at my neck. I look around, whisper what the heck, click, click, click, my Payless shoes shuffle through a door, down stairs, my little nose wrinkles, I smell urine, oh me, oh my. I am petulant, a string, a little girl, I feel my mind getting a little concerned, yet down the stairs I go, everything a whirl.
Check my BlackBerry, sure, this is the correct address. Cardboard box is getting heavy, I knock, knock, knock. I wait, hear music, Rap, oh my, shuffling feet, the door opens, muscled, tall, negro man, smiles, stares at me. Sweat glistens from his shaved head, blazing black, warm eyes, gold grill gleaming, thanks me, takes my groceries, as well as my breath away.
Invites me in, I blush, the cellar is quite stark, cold, but not too cold, concrete floor, chains hanging from the ceiling, leather straps too, weight lifting benches, eye rings in the floor and walls, seems perfect, I like it a lot. I cheat peeks, look over his shoulder, into another part of this dimly lit tomb. Another black man, sitting on a couch with the stuffing kicked out of it, smoking a funny looking cigarette. He is watching NFL football on a beautiful wide, flat-screened Motorola cable connected TV. He seems very nice too, grins with piano keys, at me. He stands. He looks sweet, very, very tall. I wonder if I turned off the boiling pan of water this morning, cooking my family's boiled eggs.
They seem friendly men, black as night, actually glad to see me, that is such a delight. They are such large men, one is six-foot-three, the other six-foot-two, well groomed, nicely dressed. I am happy that I can help them, just as they will help me, though our primal sins.
Okay, I smile as one of the beautiful god men, structured like a black ebony piece of marble, you know, small hips, wonderfully plated hair, rippling muscles every where, takes my hand. He has these thick, African, beautiful, marvelous lips, white paper teeth. They really such gentlemen, so I get to it.
I open my little knock-off Versace clutch, hand one of the boys ten one-hundred dollar bills, he smiles, I think that's what Jesus wanted me to give. He takes my hand and leads me across the room, near the swaying rusted chains, steel poles connected to leather benches, and lots of finely crafted, black leather belts. My oh my, I giggle, blushes covering my white face. I think I even see some leather whips, I am feeling like such a filthy little slut, I know God will understand.
The mattress seems to be covered with stains, maybe even blood splatter. These are poor, simple people, I am understanding, no matter what. He lays me on the mattress, it is soft, nice, I feel comfy lying upon it. He bends, looks into my blue eyes, smiles, asks me if I am ready. Yes, I am, I say. He sweetly opens my mouth, drops a hit of E into it, tastes yummy and good. I swallow, a little bitter, close my eyes, hum a little bit, a little time passes, and then, I start to dream.
I dream of daddy, preacher man, banging some sexed-up tramp, as he reads from the bible, preaching the word, throwing brim stone and fire out at "The First God of Christ's" stained glass walls. Lots of entities, bevies of them. Gods, spirits, Krishna, Jesus, Mohammad, Zeus – the Greek fucks knew, adored cock, cunts, lips, assholes, and everything in between. Under the neon bulbs of the Ferris wheel, shoot it in the hole, a ping-pong ball, grab some cotton candy sex, get a Kewpie doll. Hucksters, denial, hands raised to the air, pitch the book, near the fucking Bible belt.
Daddy was like that, dick hard, Missionary position, fucking me in the ass, right near the bump bump bump of the bumper cars, along the suicide deep deep roller coaster chute, near where the rubber wheels role, sometimes his cock rammed down my throat. God is wonderful, pimped the word, a quiet life, my life, milk and cookies, little league, bake sales, trying to be good, mysteries, delusions, sex and thought, nothing makes sense, my cunt is boring its self to death.
Eyes open, back from the dream, the world is black. I am naked, my head is wrapped in something, stretchy and thin, perhaps Saran Wrap, maybe even Procter and Gamble’s plastic wrap. There’s an opening between my lips so I can breath.
Everything looks fuzzy wuzzy, through the cellophane. My hands are cinched behind my back by a leather belt, and I'm on my naked knees. I'm not cold, the nice men have left the heater on. My teensy feet are chilly, I can hear water dripping, I am shimmering, are those rats eating a dead dog in the corner? Whatever. Terrified, whacked up, fucked up, amazing being restrained like this.
I hear breathing, the men, my eyes can see are now, are naked. I blush, their cocks are massive, ridged, veined like the purple rhubarb I grow in my garden.
I am on my white knees, waist bent over an iron bar, hands cuffed in God’s leather, pulled up and extending to the ceiling. I'm stretched out, up, thighs spread out, cunt exposed, taunt. Some leather strap is binding them, is ripping my arms to the sky, stretching my shoulder joints. Fuck, the pain is a miracle of life. Is this how He felt when He was crucified?
My feet, bound in white, tiny leather bracelets, cranked away from each other and unmovable, I am immobile. The E kicking in, I feel all warm and holy, as well as a fucking, wild bitch. Heart thumping blood, I'm crazed, hooked up, as one of the men steps before me, rips my mouth open, tempts me with his cock knob, slapping my lips violently with it.
I am begging now, as he wraps those lovely black angular finger around the back of my plastic head, slides his black cock into my Pentecostal mouth. I'm small, my lips bulge, my cheeks expand, I gag, more, more I gurgle in his cock I think I see the face of God. I can feel the tip of his pulsating, blood-filled dick bouncing around the back of my throat. I had my tonsils removed, and thank God, again. My eyes go stark, like blue ball bearings, as he then rams his cock down my throat.
IN and OUT, plunge, expand, hesitate, down he goes down down my gullet. I choke, scream silently in my brain, his dick feels like velvet, or silk. Sick fantasies I have always wanted, but only dreamed that I could ever have.
Swoosh, Whoosh. Tummy heaving, light bulbs cracking in my head, eyeballs rolling to the back of my brain. He pulls out of my mouth and I shriek, I am going fucking insane. He plunges back in. OOPS, now strong, black hands are massaging my butt, lips, clit, and tongue is sucking, delving deep. Lips, god’s lips, like melon balls, sucking on my clit. My tiny ass tilts up, I am totally restrained, cock in my mouth, leather around wrists and ankles, such a delight, not being able to move, or to think – for the matter – simply said, is a gift. My vagina starts to vibrate, undulate, it has a life of its own.
The black fuck god is eating the life out of my white cunt. I quiver, shiver, he sticks a thick finger into my asshole, ORGASM, I blow out. Wails sluice out of my mouth, bolts of lightening strike out of the top of my fucking blond head.
I'm undulating like a bowl of white skinned Jell-O. Cock in my mouth, black balls slapping my chin, fingers in my ass, teeth chewing my clit up. Then I feel the tip of the second god's cock pressed against my asshole. I bitch out, ORGASM, come apart. I have such a potty mouth, I want to scream, FUCK, FUCK ME YOU BLACK SON OF A BITCH.
I feel dirty, slutty, pretty. Am I dreaming? I scream, something like, come on you beautiful black nigger, I hate that ugly, disgusting word, but it seems apropos, I heard one them call the other that, seemed okay in the moment. He smiles, seems to understand I am on a role, playing a role. His face goes rigid as my first godly man comes in my mouth, rips the plastic off of my slinky head, splatters my face with his delicious cum. My other god whacks my ass with a leather belt – oooh, how did he ever know?
My tongue goes wild, lick, lap, lick, as suddenly, my spine winds and seems to crack as the lovely man behind me drives his massive cock into my ass. Is this what heaven looks like? I shriek, tongue dancing, lap dancing up every bit of the sweet tasting semen.
Push, push, swoop, swoop, SWOOSH, breath growling, slashing out of my lungs. My lips grasp, begging for more cock between them. I am restrained as he wracks my ass with his cock, deep, hands on my butt. I bellow as my mind all most blacks out. I hear a groan, his cock tip has gone as far as it will go. I ORGASM, again and again and again as he drives deep, hesitates, then moans. His sperm fills my ass with his African, hot-as-hell cum.
Hyperventilating, then barely breathing, time slows. They are satiated now, gentle, as they unleash me from my leather bindings. These are professional men, smart men, handsome men, gentle men, I appreciate that. They help me to my feet, my knees buckle, one of the men moves to me, holds me in his amazing, muscled hands, snuggling my trembling body in his tender arms, whispering to me that I am wonderful.
I blush, they take me to a shower, and with their beautiful, black skin pressed against my alabaster flesh, they wash me in soap bubbles. I take extra time cleaning their cocks, a little bit with my tongue and mouth, and then, alas, it is time for me to go.
They dry me within white cotton towels, help me dress, thank me again as they walk me out to my Ford. Kisses, on two sets of black cheeks, lips, hands held, lots of smiles. I promise them I will not forget, will be back, will tell all of my friends how wonderful they have been.
I drive, hit the Interstate, hit cruise control, happy, satisfied, knowing I should not be too late. Tomorrow there’s a brownie sale at the church. I have no guilt, nothing to be ashamed about, for in fact, I have a wonderful life, and after all, all of my girl friends are doing it.
Copyright August 5, 2011
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