THE FLAMING clapper

A Story of the hybridization

By Roger and Phyllis 2020

The gang worked a late night and into the early sunrise to insure the life-sized icon of Savior on the mark was erected and gear up for the Sunday servicing."Phil !"cried out one of the work gang from the floor of the church,"be sure the egg are tight…we don't want the darn affair falling down like it did live time."

Phil was working up the gamey ladder affixing the picture of Jesus Christ on the Cross to the wall behind the pulpit. goodness old Phil, now one-half asleep at the ahead of time hour, nodded, reached in his spine pocket, withdrew his flask for a little fortification and carelessly tightened only one of the egg to the restraining deadbolt. Phil thought, as the liquor warmed him : I mean there are already plenty funding for the thing anyway and it was right enough as it was. Phil ruminated if God wanted it to stick around up there then it would, otherwise it would all go to hell anyway. Phil chuckled at his sacrilegious invocation of God and descended the ladder, dying for another wrench on his hip flaskful. He didn't observance, or charge, that his descending ponderousness stepping down shake off the marvelous ladder and also caused the ikon to tremble. He was on a diet, as always.

Disassembling the ladder and former geared wheel, Phil and the crew began to leave the church through the position entrance. They had worked all night and stepped out into the bright glow of early sunup noticing the approaching comely lass, camera on her shoulder joint. The morning sun behind her was offering the workmen an alluring silhouette of the lithe female frame beneath her dress ; attracting their leering stares and enhancing their natural sexual appetence. The day was already warm and the men were wiping their forehead. Our photographer had dressed accordingly for her photograph hunting expedition looking to appropriate the inner beauty of the respective churches and their blessed icons.

With all the walking she had done this dawn she was glad for having dressed smartly, simply, coolly : only a flaring cotton dress, without more ... and sandals, of course. Silhouette be damned ... a woman in full-of-the-moon .... ! Yes, she always had to be deliberate how she sat down or crossed her peg, not wanting to give some admiring males a costless appearance of her naked cunt ... cunny ... her shaved minge ... her alluring quim ! She loved the different argot footing for her vagina ... her female puss ... each terminal figure applauding its importance ... her"object of desire"... let them guess and admire what she did show and let them dream of her hidden magic spell ... the beauty and lure of her hairless, often wet, cuntal slit ... the objective of sexual pleasure and the sultry prize at the vertex of her slender legs to be delightfully licked and probed by a erratic helping hand, often enough her own, or a man's turgid prick, which wasn't often enough. She loved to gag and she was a little devilish. It was her sense of herself and she was a bit of a tease she admitted, smiling at her own playful nature ... just thinking of aphrodisiacal things made her shaved cooze vibrate and pulse ... and she could palpate herself getting slick when she walked, sat or crossed her peg ... or opened them ... the coolness..

She caught the church door shutting just as Phil was leaving, telling him : `` I just want to take some pictures."Phil held the threshold and had a in force leer at her ... she is a pretty one ... very fuckable ... he thought ... laughingly adding : `` The guy hanging up there is almost naked, Sweetie. '' She and the bunch chuckled at Phil, always the comedian. It was lawful of course, except for some nails and a lumbus cloth the image was displayed without accoutrements up there on the cross.

The young womanhood, when she entered, realized her timing was perfect as the rising sun was already casting beams of light illuminating the sully glass in a reverent incandescence, the shaft florescent, crisscrossing from the Windows on opposite English, across the pews showing the rubble in the air moving in natural currents, bringing the interior structure awake ; the speech sound of her sandals on the tile base making faint echoes as she approached the pulpit, looking up at the hanging fig in the light from yet another windowpane behind it ; the light embraced the figure making it seem to have a celestial, cherubic, even erotic glow, after all the icon was of a virtually nude once manly slender male, his virility only modestly concealed. Momentarily there flashed in her mind what treasures might be seen if the lumbus material was removed ... and if she were to expose herself to his purview. She was suddenly feeling aroused for no reason at all. I mean, she was a photographer, not a seductress, but those were her quick visions. Ha ! If, only ...

She sat in a pew to collect her thoughts and prepare her photographic equipment. She spread her legs, luxuriating in the private setting, letting the coolness of the church air travel along the raw outstretched limb to her weaken quim ... she couldn't help but shiver and have lewd mentation whenever that happened. It excited her sexual green goddess

She smiled at her belief and fell to a dreamlike state in the vast church building, thinking of Christ, and Mary of Magdala in the sanctum country : Mary in her round-eyed frock, not unlike our lensman in her cotton dress, Christ away preaching to his flock. She imagined that a spectral, sensual woman that was The Virgin, like her, had a gamey bar ... and certain that Mary would also go naked beneath her dewy-eyed clothing of the prison term ... and likewise return to available enticement of the flesh ... the embracing bridge player and cocks seeking to roll in the hay her young cunt. It had to be true she thought as it was in man nature : eager cunts and their counterpart..thirsting erecting. Passions and pleasure were surely afoot in those times as now though more repress these days by the church ... pity ... that ... she thought ... she was full of passions ... and a devilish lot that a church would find to repress.

She continued her persuasion along those argumentation : Mary would accept no dubiety daily arisen too soon to milk the goats and revel the caller of the young hoi polloi who would gather to receive playful squirts as she milked the teats of the Capricorn'egotistical bag. Massaging the nipple to finally produce the sustain fluids. As she stroked and milked the goat Mary would imagine her own joy when massaging early appendages such as the cock of Deliverer, stroking his most precious special part first to a precum response and then milking his cock until it was cumming its delightful semen into her pretty little welcoming mouth ... licking with her tongue the excessiveness dribbling on her lips. The joy they shared as he would cum for her and following the dictates of his preachings he would then do unto her alike as she had done him ... that Golden Rule in action mechanism, ... reciprocating with a loving cunnilingus making her cum in turn, both of them going wet from their pleasure, both body eager, gear up for their former nocturnal fucking, if they could hold themselves until then, that would follow beneath the fertile olive limb of their garden ... they aptly called it their"fuck garden."It later was Christened as another epithet though Christ and Mary had laughingly"Christened"every [ fucking ] Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree with their overflowing copious sex fluids, not to bring up"those overflows several time with the ass"that Madonna later recalled but have been obscured in history..

When milking the flock Madonna would pull on a caprine animal mamilla and aim and provide a spirt into the open oral fissure of some of the observance young the great unwashed pretending the fluid was the sanctum sperm of Redeemer. The Male goats would also gather and observe the milking, the female goat unconsciously presenting themselves during the milking task to the libidinous males.

The males would often mount and jazz the females during milking with their finished dripping pecker dangling for all to see. Some of the observation Pres Young people would suck on the goat teats to get the Milk River directly from the teat and there were seen at the same sentence the throbbing male stooge dick. As a thing of line some watchers tried sucking on those, too, for the juices, thus stimulating their Capricorn tool for Sir Thomas More screwing. The male person were excited and even Mary found herself aroused and sucking on Goat peter. While doing so, in her tiny frock, she was also presenting and another Male Goat would mount on her back for interpolation and a satisfy fuck ... Mary couldn't wait for the morning butt milking and fun was had by all.

Blessed Virgin was shocked at first when a caprine animal mounted her but it was so quick and wet and entered her cunt so easily, stabbing her to her depth that she lost her breath in an erotic detonation of flavour that made her cry out in amazement that such a straightaway shag had made her shake and quiver. She was suddenly anxious for every future morning's milking. Her young body thirsted for more. The others watching it all and witnessing The Virgin's pleasure naturally joined in.

The following morning, the foreclose memory swirling in her foreland, Mary began milking the goat, this time knowingly presenting herself to the males withal. The males first fucked among the milked female. Mary wondered if her former morning's joy had been a one time thing when a male began sniffing her snatch and then leaped on her back stabbing his cock into her ... a new blow ... for he had penetrated her backside and startled the young The Virgin. She had been an anal virgin to that point ... alas it was too tardily to redirect the violation and the vigorous impaling animal brought forth a piffling pain but then pleasure overflowed her body again as on the morning before. A second goat then took his turn with her, fucking her pussy deeply and causing Mary to cum again. She could hardly wait to entrust in Jesus her in style blue pleasures.

chase Mary's wind and observing her raptus soon the watching young charwoman were presenting themselves for daybreak goat fuckings and suckings ... both males and females without inhibitions or restraints were fucking and being fucked by Goat and fucked among each former, too. Virgin Mary often helping the uninitiated into joyous enraptured sex and partaking herself of the dependable endowed ... when Jesus was away as he often was ... She couldn't help herself. She had discovered joy in the remote village.

Beside that it was no secret that Jesus rode a White person ass ... a freehanded Male with great scrotum and concealed treasure of a cock.. It was quite by accident that the ass was near them during one of their confidant fuck sessions in the Olea europaea garden. The ass in a form of impersonation of the erotic scene had its large shit protruding out in all its halo ... a marvel in price of size for Madonna who jokingly compared the sizing of the ass's with that of Jesus. The Virgin then confided with Redeemer all about her Goat milking and caprine animal gang-fucking experiences ; how, by chance event of course, the male laughingstock would mount up her and get laid her vaginally and anally because their object were careless ; how she was initially shocked and alarmed at the intimate attentions but had grown to enjoy both penetrations in rival measure ; that she enjoyed the morning milkings, Edward Estlin Cummings and being milked ! That it was all spontaneous, charge up and fulfilling.

It provoked a sitting of joking between the two and Christ challenged her to try his ass ..."try him on for size."“ Only if he insisted and assisted,"she joked"only if he helped."Together they stroked the ass's member to full hard-on, Mary leaned over the rock-and-roll wall presenting her naked nates holes for Christ and his ass to penetrate her willing physical structure. Savior stroked Mary's cunt until her lips pulsed and helped his ass's front hooves to straddle her body leaning on the paries. He directed that gravid cock to her opening, massaging her backtalk with it then, encouraging the animal into advance penetration of his darling's uterus. The ass's cock throbbed, Mary's cunt pulsed, dilated, slowly accepting the beast's girth and length into her slender frame, lifting as it entered, and entered deep, the ass beginning to fuck, fuck deeply with importunity as her enveloping cunt bulwark massaged and stimulated the carnal's lustful jabbing. She let out her breath and then cried out as she grew possessed by a soul-shattering climax ... screaming her pleasance, she saw lead, and awakened the draw close hiss who noisily fluttered with dismay as Virgin Mary cried out again ... her watchword always frightening the Bronx cheer. Mary's trunk taken away in the bobby pin of unrestrained emotion, shaking, trembling in notion, weeping in her middle, and down her cheek, her soul in uncontrolled fervor. The ass finally withdrew, still squirting out his cum. His spermatozoon and Mary's spend pour forth all around the root word of a particular olive Tree. That tree became their"ass's tree."It grew especially robust fruit and they went near it every clip thereafter that the ass fucked her, which he often did.

the Nazarene would hold her against his body as she was weak from the ass fucking, calming her, his concentrated peter smoothing her puss which was inflamed ... the ass licking himself and the birds settling back. Madonna was delirious, kissing Christ on the lips, hands all over his spine ... and battlefront. She begged him to finish her for a net small satisfying cum, , which he did. He was a good man and loved fucking her. Mary was, after all, a prime supporter and also, among the disciples, the only one with a cunt.

Our by now very wet and dreaming female lensman roused herself from the pew and her titillating reverie. She thought the tumid church was just the apotheosis desired background for the groovy priestly Wisdom of Solomon and admonition soon to flow from the expected discourse ... surely including news report of Christ on the Cross and possibly including the juicy part : of the amour of Mary of Magdala and Christ ... how they loved to lips buss and snuggle ... but excluding the hidden Biblical history of their unceasing sassing kissing, their fucking in the garden, Madonna's anal knowledgeableness, the ass, the caprine animal ... it all could take made a best-seller ... not. Surely there were to a greater extent shroud stories, she thought, as she walked among the church bench ...

Yes, lips kissing and the usual reexamination : the Good Shepherd's clay cock, the aroused Virgin Mary sucking his cock and the piece of tail that naturally followed. What must it have been like : fucked by Jesus of Nazareth ... Mary licking the cum from his glistening softening prick ... surely aroused by the licking, Christ fucking, pricking her, again. Christ was an warm soul and surely fucked his special The Virgin with keen ardor. He loved the way she milked his rooster, how she responded when he pounded inside, deeply and she would, in her multiple-cummings, chill and shake and cry out with guttural consonant utterings, her gruntings of ecstasy ... her shriek of orgasm echoed in their special cave and thrilled all who heard the cries, making the bats fly about.

Jesus fucked his Mary until figuratively her soul had liquefied, exited her body, was yet a impulse, dripping, clinging, living thing, wrapped around his driving cock, only returning to her body when she removed its wetness lickingly from his prick with her clapper ... with each swallow his semen nourishing, replenishing, resurrecting her soul. How dreamy, the camera woman thought, as her pussy had creamed along with her imaging ... but she had work to do as emotionally hot as she was just then. She wished for such an erotic golden pattern to enter her life ... even if it was there and then with some horny priest for a one time affair of her own. She had no estimation her thoughts were about to come truthful in different form. The heller with all that, she thought ! She had some scene to take.

The cleaning woman unshouldered her camera, removed the lens binding and began choosing her billet, imagining the frame for the most dramatic shots. She looked through the eyepiece for the respectable dead reckoning ... from the front or side ? With the ambo as foreground or from the floor beneath the hybridization looking up, the icon in its morning radiance from the window behind ? She scooted down lying on her back, viewed up through the eyepiece ... the podium was in her way. Could she move it for a considerably survey ? She put the camera down and, with elbow grease, moved the punishing pulpit aside, then got back down on the trading floor in complete camera stead under the mark, her branch all-encompassing apart in an unladylike position, steadying herself with her deal but exposing her pussy ... she didn't care as it would just be a few minutes of her nakedness in the private setting. Perfect for the guess ! aiming upward, framing it through the eyepiece.. .but ...

She had n't noticed that struggling and moving the self-coloured dais's base across the floor had shaken the Cross which had been insecurely affixed by the good morning bunch. She positioned for the shaft not noticing that, yes, the living Jesus on the cross was about to issue forth dramatically alive as if the devil objected to the movement ! And with a sudden movement, twisting upside down on its undivided financial backing deadbolt ; a jolting, ripping sound it did just that at the very 1/50th of a instant when the woman squeezed off her first barb. As the shutter clicked, import later, she found herself impaled by the face down crown of thorns embedded in the base between her spread open branch, her shaved cunt open to view ... the icon's face as though, innocently and chastely of path, violating her privacy and whipping her capitulum back against the tile knocking her silly, the photographic camera sliding from her deal to the level, the shutter clicking off a random shot.

And there she laid in a daze as the crashing haphazardness echoed along the church walls seeming to forebode out a heavy choir as the dust danced in the beam of colored light ... it was a scene almost of sanctitude, of fear, of the nature of a maddened God or God knows what ... .or daemon may wish. The nice char laying there unconscious in mid-photo session, the cross between her outstretched pegleg, and the downside headspring of the icon as though in a cold stare at the exhibit knockout of the cleaning lady 's private parts, the optic in His fount looking directly at"her"in a province of celestial awe as one might imagine He would be in a kind of anticipatory seduction. She was already hot, primed, from her musings after all. She was, in a sense, set up, if alive and so tight to nature 's beauty in overt display. His lips and hers juxtaposed.

She lifted her point, about to rise, looked at her feet and the look between but to no avail. Where was she and where was Jesus for she saw between her outstretched peg not the look of Jesus but felt a fervency that heated her loins. It was a leering red face she saw, smiling, a ramify tongue licking her face, her coat of arms, arm pits, along her sides, her titty and mammilla, the outdoors lips of her cooze, the ramification of that tongue enclosed on her clitoris..more lickings, her cervix was hot, sudation, her boob warming, she rubbed her titty and pap, corpse and aflame. She felt a consuming physical structure heat edifice within ; with all the licking her consistency juices flowing now, a fire in her lumbus needing extinction, her cheek hot ... that terrible forked glossa was surrounding her button deliciously sending undiscovered thrills through her limbs ... She felt possessed by feelings, emotions overflowing, and that unrelenting forked tongue on her clit incessant heating, boiling.

She suddenly irresistibly released, her trunk convulsed in shock, lifting off the floor, losing herself and all control, her inhibitions vanished yielding to a wafture of feeling from her depths ... her cunt was impaled by something hot, delicious, thrilling, terribly ... taking her, fucking her, fucking her ! Penetrating deeply. all of her in a pulsing smell ... a total ecstasy ... taking her to an undiscovered place.

She was a thing sexual : ascension to sexual repression and guilt or descending to sexual expression and joy. Her body shook, released again ... she was creaming, spending copiously, cumming with defection and couldn't plosive cumming ... she wanted cumming forever ... surrounded in heat energy, ecstasy, joy ... her soul had yielded into the human race of Satanic sin in a cooze incarnate, a kitty-cat grand, an eager cuntal being who fucked and sucked and fucked some more. She felt her flesh ... she was on blast, a glare ... a hot, smoldering veridical char all aglow in her womanness ! sexual heat had ignited her desire and kindled the the Tempter's wickedness and ... the devil's forked tongue of flaming starting with its irresistible, seductive licking, encircling of her clitoris ... that forked tongue had entered her consistence, insinuating itself along her cunt walls, searching deeply, finding and massaging her critical spot, her female nitty-gritty ... caressing that secret billet that took her away to inconceivable rapture and joy ... that tongue had found and loved the smudge in every adult female, concealed to all but those who want to create ... the sexually arousing titillating giving birth canal, a sanctum place of delight ... the Devil's home, the Devil's place of desire ... once having tasted of the nix station a fair sex knew the mystery of sprightliness and the essence that was hug drug ... the eros of dreaming and incantations. Any womanhood would strive to return to that seat of the devil once having been.

It wasn't her fault she remembered. She rationalized her situation. She had been imprisoned by the cross, exposed, made vulnerable by her nakedness ; her cunt exposed and ready for licking, already moist. Then she was seduced as any woman would have got been by the hot forked red tongue that had taken her away from herself. She wasn't reacting, she was just"being,"had become a being, a feeling, an fleshly instinctual. She was somehow another living affair than herself ... she was a wholly new impulse, thrashing, cumming matter. An out of trunk splendid salaciousness, she made strange sounds, her oculus afire, her cheeks red, and felt unusual things in her body, her puss was on fervour and thirsted for Thomas More stimulation, she thirsted for all sex, clutching, smell that were unutterable ... and a spiritual joy, experiencing a delighting and uncontrollable ecstasy ... the thrashing, the cumming, the penetrating fucking of her body and mind. She was in a disconnection, drowning in sexual emotions ... part of a devouring maelstrom ... swirling about her down and down ... drowning, dizzy.

She had to collect her gumption a little more and lay back, resting. It was virtually but not obscene she thought in this holy place, the effigy of the red face staring at her bareness. Then she began to feel a kind of sense of humour in the vista. After all she was lucky to be unscathed, just a bump on the oral sex. She was dizzy, listen spinning but clearing ; she had captured a stunning photograph though she was herself stunned and so she rested, a smiling on her lips as she licked her lips. She imagined the vastness of the mount ... the near-naked icon, life-sized, admiring her sex with a passionate intensity and she felt His passion bosom her sentience. His spirit filled her essence. Then while in this restful repose she felt her face flush and then a familiar heat in her eubstance traveling down her neck, arms and legs, a warm glow washing over her breasts and further down, a irksome building emotion, a heating of her body totally ... vibrant and life-sustaining, now feelings that made her gasp and grinning and released her to a relaxed and dreamy state. Finally her keel breath left and her chest stopped heaving, she opened her mouth and inhaled deeply as her common sense returned. She sat up, got to her articulatio genus, gathered her television camera, straightened her dress. She then exited the church as she had entered, through the side threshold Phil had held open for her commenting on the skinny bare man inside now upside down and in a diabolical position.

As she walked out on the church patio in the tender morning she felt a familiar coolness and paused to ponder on her experience in the church service and the picture. She felt a certain impishness as the Holy Scripture occurred to her : Had she just had a `` cum to Jesus '' mo or had she somehow come with Him ? She walked on, luxuriating in that chilliness as she shivered just a little with each step, the camera bouncing on her hip, chuckling to herself ... wondering, if you've been fucked by the heller, the devil with fucking ?

At home she went to her dark room to develop the film, placing it in the acquire fluids and waiting for the image to come along. Slowly, as she watched, a expression appeared : a red face, French horn, a forked natural language staring at her. Her knees suddenly weakened and she sat down. The red face was in a smile and a leer. She was transfixed by the image staring at her.

Without thinking her hands went under her frock, caressing along her bare legs to her cunt. She was suddenly hot again and in a edifice heat. Her white meat were hot even in the poise darkroom and her fingers were at workplace on her puss. She quickly flexed and came ... her fingers continued, looking at the forked natural language, the daemon's smiling typeface. She came again and couldn't layover cumming. She was exhausted from all the cumming. Her final thinking as she finally slept were that she couldn't time lag to wake up and feel herself more. She couldn't stop fucking herself and ... she couldn't plosive cumming ... over and over again ... She laid her head word back and finally log Z's, exhausted. She had never cum like this before. She thought it might be fun to have a pet caprine animal, for her M and other things. She didn't realize how the Old Nick she was cumming so a good deal and so hard ... it was all a pipe dream ... that dream in the church service ... wasn't it ?