Jesus’s Divine Rod of Fucking

Following the word of Jesus like the cock-hungry disciple that I am, I quickly agreed to Mr. C’s requests. I mean, his thick, throbbing dong was basically a reincarnation of the Holy Staff what’s-his-name used to throw at a bush or something. Well, my pussy is shaved bare, but I’d pray to that dick for a million years to have it stuffed into my cunt.

Thing is, Mr. C and I were on a mission to position the King’s offspring in fucking pain. We quickly hopped into our  van with the P-cock prey hunting radar (white minivan with tinted windows, for all those unchurched), and off we went. Landing at the local park between Fresh Market and Threads ‘N’ Stuff, we pulled up to the curb and scoped out the sandbox. I could tell that Mr. C was already getting stiff, so we pulled out his Jesus-blessed, immaculately bestowed Divine Rod of Fucking and we aimed it at the baby blonde bitch with the little pigtails. 

 

Sure enough, Jesus seemed very adamant about using that slut, and wanted to borrow Mr. C’s cock to cleanse the demons from that little cunt. It’s all we could do, really–as good and loyal Christians to Christ–to follow his love and desires for us. We’re his loving little ones, and as he rocks us in his hands that hold the whole world, he whispers down at us to either rock a miniature, very young fuckdoll on Mr. C’s dick stick, or make that bitch go down on her ‘lil sis.

We decided to pursue both options.

Using our wild, seraphic imaginations, we quickly grabbed the blonde bitch and her younger sister, pulling them into our van and shutting the door with finality. Yay! Now we could play . . . and use Mr. C’s fuck pole to bless tight, young tiny holes with sanctified white cum. We dragged those sluts down, filled them up, and purified the inner recesses of their baby canals. We batted them around like cats pawing mice, and while I climbed on top of the older girl and muffled her screams with my soaked pussy, Mr. C was ramming the little one’s throat with Jesus’s best intentions. Finally, after rounds and rounds of the uninhibited fulfillment of our desires, we threw the little brats out of the van and drove away, knowing that we, as devoted Jesus-worshipping Christians, are making the world a much safer place.

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