Worship This

©2000 Mr. E

In the church, in the hushed silence of the empty church, watching the lazy
afternoon light slowly drift through colored stained glass windows, watching
spears and beacons of light, clear, crystalline light, fall like shiny
shafts to the apse floor. Sitting, legs spread, on the hard wooden pew,
perhaps oak, perhaps mahognay, too dark in here to tell, only knowing that I
have sat here forever, that this bench pew is hard. (I am hard). Knowing
only that I have always been here, always in the hushed church silence,
always sorry. (hard as the oaken pew).
Sorry always.
Praying for forgiveness.
Watching your dark form walk across the altar, watching your dark form step
lightly, surely, from the altar steps, watching your approach. You have
found me. Your feet are bare, and you make no sound on the ceramic tile of
the church floor as you approach. Your feet are bare, and they carry you to
me swiftly, silently.
I watch you approach. With dread.
Do I know your dark form? Yes I do. Do I know your bare feet? Yes I do. Do I
know your dark soul? Do I know your dark soul? Do I know your dark soul?
The afternoon light of the sun is gone now, the shiny shafts of colored
light from the stained glass windows are gone now, your dark soul is here
now. Your dark soul kneels before me now, in the dark church, you kneel
before me now, on the hard pew, kneel before me, you, kneel before me.
Knowing what it is that your dark soul desires.
Standing up now, before your dark, sinful figure.
Allowing you to fondle it.
Allowing you to worship it.
Worship in sin, my love.
Worship this.

The priest watches.
Forgive me, I murmur, pushing it past your parted lips.
From the vestibule, from jet black shadows, from the coolness of black
shadows, the priest is watching. Forgive me, I whisper, as I fix your steady
eyes with my own, as I claim your eyes, as I gaze into your sordid, sinful
eyes. I have sinned, I mutter, grasping now on either side of your delicate
skull, pressing now into your frail skull, probing now into your slutty
little skull.
Fucking your filthy, sinful skull. (your eyes whisper I adore you---)
Fucking your smutty little mouth. (your eyes whisper I praise you---)
Face fucking my dirty little tramp. (your eyes whisper I worship you---)
While the priest watches, from the darkness, while the priest watches, in
his hardness. In his hardness. He is hard, in the darkness, (watching me
fuck your filthy little face), he is hard, in the darkness, (watching me
cram my cock in your face), in the darkness, out of eyesight, in the
silence, hiding from daylight, he is hard, (watching me shove my dick in
your throat, watching you clasp my ass with your hands, watching me ram my
prick past your lips), he is hard now he is ready.
Lifting you swinging you grabbing you carrying you, in my arms, like a
feather, like a light and filthy feather, down the brief steps to the altar.
(He is watching). Standing you before the altar, in the cold half light. (He
is ready). Peeling your dress from your shoulders. (Oh so hard now.)
Stripping you naked. You are naked, in the church now, unclothed, on the
altar, bare before me. Before all.
Naked.
Cradling your face in my hands, I kiss you and whisper, do you love me? You
answer with your eyes. Your eyes spear me with the truth. You are mine. I
lift you now, from the mortal earth, lift you now, before the altar (he is
watching, he is watching your bare and naked body, he is staring at your
bare, unclad and naked body), I lift you high, turn in a circle, lifting you
high, you are high, above all.
Placing you on the cold marble top of the altar. So dark in here. So naked.
Marble so cold. Spreading your naked legs wide. Pulling your naked arms
wide. Spreadeagling your naked form upon the holy altar. Stretching my
sordid little sinner across the sacred altar. (Now he wants you).
Sacrificing my sinner.
(He must have you).
Returning to my hard oak pew.
Watching as the priest approaches the altar.
Praying for forgiveness.
Sorry once again.

You love to be sacrificed.
Long for it. Love to be violated. Lying there, nude, lying on the sacred
altar, you are filled with longing, with yearning, with a hungering, a
craving for sin, dark sin, delicious sin, delightful sin, delectable sin,
for lustful sin, for luscious sin, you love sin. God help you. You love to
sin.
And I love my sinner.
Watching you, as you watch the priest, as the priest approaches, as you
squirm on the altar, as the priest steps nearer, as you writhe on the
marble, as the priest comes nearer, as you wriggle like a cheap whore, as
the priest climbs on you, as you wriggle like a hot slut, as he grinds
against you, as you welcome him, as you goad him on, as you goad him in, to
a life of sin, welcome him then, to sick, depraved sin.
Wrapping your naked legs around his waist.
Pushing your pussy against the priest.
Grinding your depraved, hot cunt against his groin.
Pulling the priest into sin.
Sliding your vulgar, wet cunt up and down on his crotch.
Feeling the hardness.
Loving the hardness. You live for the hardness. (You live for sin). You long
for the hardness, long, hard meat in your mouth, hard meat pushing, pressing
past your soft, red lips, pushing, pressing against your soft, pink throat,
long, stiff, thick meat probing your throat, poking your throat, choking
your throat, fucking your throat, big hard dick fucking your mouth, you love
it, you live for it.
(You live for sin).
Watching my sinner. Watching my sinner suck a saint into hell.
Praying for you both.
Watching the sacrifice.
Stroking my cock.

Guiding the priest's cock into your cunt. Smiling in delicious, wicked sin,
gripping the somber priest's long, hard dick with both hands and plunging it
into your hole, your sweltering hole, your fiery hole, forcing the timid
priest's stiff thick prick deep into sin, now he fucks you in sin, you now,
with the evil grin, you now, you filthy, disgusting, sinner you arch your
back to welcome his sin, you pull him with your long, naked legs now deeper
in sin, rubbing your bare, evil feet all over him.
Fucking the priest on the altar in sin.
Pulling his big dick in you in sin.
Now I am on my feet, moving toward you, now I must have some, now I cannot
watch, now I, like the priest, must have your sweet sin, now I, like the
priest, have surrendered to sin, want nothing but sin, to sink my dick deep
into sin, I climb on you in sin, while the priest fucks your tight cunt on
the altar in sin, I climb on that altar and I lick you in sin, my mouth
finds your breasts and I suck you.
I suck you, baby.
I lick your sordid, sweltering flesh, gnaw on your taut, extended nipples,
nibble on your full, firm breasts, I devour you. I want to devour you. I
want to eat you. I want to swallow you. And I swallow your breasts, one at a
time, into my mouth, I swallow your full, fleshy tits deep into my mouth, I
tongue the flesh on your tits, I lick the flesh on your nipples, I bite your
tits, girl. I bite your neck, girl. I bite your shoulders, girl. While the
priest fucks your cunt, I will mark you as mine, while the priest rams your
cunt, I will claim you as mine, while the priest slams his dick in your
cunt, I will bite on your lips, while the priest jams his cock in your slit,
I draw blood from your tongue, I bite hard on your tongue, while the priest
stabs his stick deep inside of your hole, I drink your sweet blood, I feed
on your blood, I lick on your blood, I suck and lick on your bloody breasts
(I have marked them), I lick and suck on your purple neck (I have claimed
it), your little mouth is bloody in sin, crimson blood drips from your
pretty little mouth now in sin, scarlet blood trickles down your pretty pink
chin in sin.
And I see in your eyes that you love it, the fire in your eyes says you love
it, the smoldering heat in your eyes says you love it, you are thrusting
your hips madly at the priest, on fire for sin, you are looking at me and
twirling your tongue in your mouth, showing me your tongue in your mouth,
licking the blood in your mouth, teasing me, tormenting me, tantalizing me,
as the priest fucks you hard, like the slut that you are, like a slutty
little sinner you are on an altar in the dark, you are begging me even now
for more, wanting even now to have more.
You always want more.
So I will give you more.
And I slide a thick finger up inside that tight hole.
The tiny tight hole.

Cold here, now, in this church, on this altar, on this sweet, cool marble,
so cold now, in the dark. We are crouched in darkness, the priest and I, we
work in darkness, the priest and I, in the chilly, frigid darkness. We work
on you. We work on the sinner.
The church is cold, but the sinner is hot, the church is wintry, but the
sinner wears the blush of spring, the sinner blushes in heat, face flushed
now in crimson, on the cool marble altar, the sinner simmers in heat. And
you are that sinner, simmering, shimmering, on the cool marble altar,
smiling, sighing, as two men maul you, as two men molest your frail, naked
body, you are that sinner, shivering, quivering, as two men lick you, as two
men lap you, as two men lick and lap your naked, quivering body and you
giggle, yes you giggle as the priest fucks your hole, muttering 'goddam your
filthy soul', as the priest pushes his prick in your hole, goddam your soul,
as he pokes his pole in your hole, goddam your soul, crams his dick in your
cunt, that is just what you want, the priest's prick in your cunt, and you
giggle, you slut, getting just what you want, a holy dick in your cunt.
And in the wintry, inky darkness I am working on your ass, sliding fingers
in your ass, shoving fingers up your ass, on the altar, in the darkness, I
am crouched now like a workman, pushing digits up your ass, working digits
up your ass, shoving fingers up and down and in and out your slutty, smutty
ass. My sinner's ass. My sinner's ass is tight (I poke it), my sinner's ass
is small (I stroke it), my sinner's ass is tiny (my dick is big), my
sinner's ass is puny (my dick is long), my sinner's ass is a wee, tiny,
little hole that I prepare for a long, thick, hard dick in the darkness, on
the marble, in the dark, in the cool and frigid church, on the altar, fuck
your ass, like a madman, now incensed, like a wild and wanton beast, fuck
you hard, your tiny ass, your sordid, sinful ass, as the priest fucks on
your pussy, two dicks will pound your holes, slam your holes, ramming your
holes, pounding your holes, two dicks in the sinner, dammning her filthy,
sinful soul.

Pulling the priest off you now.
He looks at me, eyes wide, alarmed, apprehensive, he feels my strength as I
yank him off and away from his feast, he has been feasting on you, I am
disturbing his feast, you are his feast, he has been loving this feast, this
pure, saintly priest has been feasting on sin, on your wriggling, sinful
body, but I pull him off you now with a jerk.
Now I will claim you for my own. Now I will have you to myself. Now you will
be mine, all mine. The priest, bewildered, attempts, in his passion, in his
unreasoning lust to mount you again, the fool, tries to climb on you again,
the idiot, I grab him by the hair on the back of his head and I yank with
full fury and send his weak, pitiful body flying down and across the altar
steps. His skull hits the ceramic tile of the floor with a sickening thud,
with an unmistakeable crack. And the poor, pitiful, sinful priest's limp
body lies in a heap, a still, unmoving heap, on the steps of the altar.
As I turn now to you.
And our eyes meet.
Eyes filled with love.
And I love you so much. I am there, then, next to you, by the altar, by your
side, kissing you, whispering to you, whispering to my love. Caressing my
love. Wrapping my arms around my love. Cloaking my love in my arms. Kissing
my love's cheeks. Licking my love's chin.
Loving my love.
Living for my love.
We have been here forever, lost in love, you and I, in the dark, in the
stillness, in the hushed church silence, lost in love, in each other, in our
flesh.
You, in me.
Me, in you.
In love forever.
In love together.
Worship this.
Worship this.
Worship this.

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