J Long - Motel peeper

Clackety-clack. Clackety-clack. Clackety-clack.

Reverend Ezra Manly looked like Jesus.

He had looked like Jesus since the days of the crib, when his mother, a devout Southern Baptist, nominated her babe Ezra to play baby Jesus at the Christmas Nativity.

And, in the sixth grade, one Ezra Manly was chosen to be crucified on the cross at the annual Easter Day parade. He looked very similar to Jesus as the float, covered with myrrh and stuffed Roman soldiers and fake blood, moved very slowly down Lutheran Boulevard – the main drag of Tweedy.

People way back then knew that Ezra was destined for the clergy because of the way he had looked on that cross – with paper-mache nails driven into his palms and a bulging loincloth ready to fall off, and agonizing expressions of a bay actor who was carrying the sins of the world on his scrawny shoulders.

And in his senior year at Texas Baptist Christian College, Ezra had been elected most likely to succeed in the field of missionary work and ecclesiastical theorem – that last term, of course, was just a Texas bullshitter's way of saying that Ezra was a long-winded reverend who could convert a flock of crows to Christianity with his rhetorical, religious double-talk.

Now, Reverend Ezra Manly was crucified as he watched what was happening to Prudence Meeker as she was being double-fucked from both ends by two latter-day sinners, one Harvey Grossman and one Ferris Collier.

Reverend Manly nearly shit in his pants. What he was witnessing, as God witnessed, too, was a scene full of sin and carnality.

The sin that Reverend Manly was observing, of course, was Harvey Grossman's ugly, but very big, prick stretching Prudence's mouth very wide.

The carnality, of course, was taking place at her other end. It was sodomy at its best. Perversion at its zenith. And pornography at its worst.

Prudence was being butt-fucked.

Ferris Collier was ramming his prick into her asshole as if it were a cunt.

The scene was so obscene! So grotesque that it burned an image into the reverend's pious mind, to forever haunt him till his dying days, or for eternity, or whichever came first, of course.

Lewdly did Prudence Meeker make sucking noises all around Harvey's cock as it went back and forth, back and forth, so effortlessly, so ecstatically in her mmmmggggffffing mouth.

"Mmmmmgggggfffff!"

Lustily did Prudence Meeker make obscene noises all around Ferris' cock as it went in and out, back and forth, back and forth so effortlessly, so ecstatically in her fffffaaaarrrrttttiiiinnnggg ass.

At first the Reverend Manly shut his eyes, cloistered his thoughts from what he was watching. But the sounds of ass-fucking and blow-jobbing raped his virgin ears.

"Mmmmmgggggfffff!"

"Ooooooohhhhhheeeeee!" Ferris exclaimed. "Jesus Christ! Look at the asshole fuck! Oh Lord in Heaven! God sure made you a fine asshole, Miss Meeker!"

The reverend opened his eyes, couldn't believe those two boys were taking His name in vain. He was ready to move in, ready to condemn those perverts to Hell or Limbo, or wherever lucky perverts get to go to.

But he couldn't. His feet felt as heavy as cement. His thighs like blocks of wood. His cock like a fence post.

Then Reverend Manly felt ashamed because he had erected so piously whilst watching two grown boys of his own parish mating with a single woman before they were married.

"Jesus! Whatta blowjob! Shit! Oh, baby! You're 'bout ten times better than Wednesday Mallory and she's got the fucking biggest mouth in ton."

Prudence closed her eyes while her mouth remained open against its will. Oh, she could have easily bit Harvey's prick in half – but she knew that this was rape at its most vile moment, and if a woman were to resist a rapist it should have been done a long time ago. Not now, not when the rape was at its peak and she was being defiled to the utmost of her rapists' ability. Now, for sure, Prudence knew it was rape, the taking of a woman against her will and subjecting her to inhuman thing like eating a man's jizz and getting her asshole stretched from a cock that felt as big as her smoothest turd.

Besides, what could she do?

Why doesn't the bitch do something? Reverend Manly wondered as he tried to think clean thoughts like Jesus treading water with his toes, or Charlton Heston breaking an ox's metallic ass with stone tablets.

"Goddarn!" Ferris said in a high-pitched scream. "I'm going to come! Oh Jesus! I'm so fucking close!"

Prudence also could feel how close he was to coming. Shit, her asshole was stretched to its limits and his cock was growing bigger, especially near the acorn-shaped head that threatened to break up the waste material that had clogged her bowels since last Monday – and since it was now Thursday night, that's a pretty long time to go without relief.

Harvey moaned and sweat appeared on his flesh as if he had been swimming in a cesspool. "Oh, motherfucking shit-ass! She's gonna blow me all the way! Oh, Christ! God! Did you taste that one!"

Prudence swallowed, tried to get air, but all she got was what slut-bitches the world over deserve more cock than they could eat. But now Harvey's cock was spewing forth, and something starchy and very thick was oozing down her throat. It was as bad as those times when Prudence was a little girl and she would eat her own snot – only this was definitely filthier.

Ferns cock seemed to explode deep in her shit-impacted bowels.

Fffffaaaaarrrrrttttt!

Reverend Manly also broke out in a sweat. Probably because he was beating off – which takes much effort and good-sized fists, especially since his cock was over twelve inches long and about a quarter-inch over the national average.

His fists were moving up and down as fast as Prudence's asshole and mouth were feeding on those two average-sized pricks.

He couldn't help it – couldn't help wanting to jack off. After all, he was a man, and he had an oversized prick and average-sized balls. And, also after all, he had sexual feeling just like everybody else.

His asshole twinged just like any other guy's when he was in the midst of a fucking or a sucking or a reaming. And his balls quivered and grew uptight just like Burt Reynolds' when he was fucking his stepmother Dinah Shore. And his cum flew out of his cock just like Buster Keaton's had done when he'd beat off on all those cream pies that were thrown in Mae West's face.

See, he was no different than any other man.

Except that Reverend Manly felt guilty about holding his prick and wishing right now that he were Ferris Collier and Harvey Grossman both at the same time. But guilt was what the good Baptist nun sisters had managed to instill in him for the past thirty years. Now, he was beginning to have serious doubts about his chosen profession, because he was finding out that feeling guilty was a Hell of a lot of fun. It sure beat being naive and innocent and never orgasming.

Prudence Meeker was also feeling a different strain of guilt. She felt the guilt of a woman who was starting to dig rape, but who knew that rape was not a cure-all for all women. It was a very perplexing situation, made more confusing because she had acquired a taste for a man's semen and her asshole was getting very used to the idea of getting rammed instead of forcing something vile out of it.

"Eat my cum, Miss Meeker! Oh, shit! Look at that tongue!"

Prudence couldn't help it. It felt so natural to stick out her tongue and lick up whatever that while gluey stuff was that clung like snot to his cockhead. Oh, sure, there were twinges of shame in her soul. But a person's soul is easy to overcome when ecstasy was pouring over her flesh at a mile a minute.

"Look at that asshole!" Ferris screamed. "Do that again, Miss Meeker! Come on – do it again!"