Mandy looked Stacy over, head to toe, puffed smoke, glanced at the other girls standing behind her like deer caught in headlights. “Scram,” she told those girls, who vacated the area.
“Are you serious?” Stacy asked.
Mandy could see in her eyes that she didn’t trust them, yet couldn’t turn her back on such an opportunity. Mandy could sympathize. While she hadn’t necessarily been in the same situation as Stacy, she knew the power Kat wielded. Anyone in Stacy’s position, someone with a lot of power but not nearly enough, would jump at the opportunity to join forces with the top bitch on campus.
Stacy said, “You aren’t fucking with me, are you?”
“Do we look like we’re fucking with you?” Kat said.
“Actually, yeah, kinda …”
“We don’t need that type of disrespect, do we, Kat?”
“Hell no. You’re either with us or against us. And since you’re not with us …” Kat pulled the switchblade knife, snapped out its blade.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck,” Stacy said. “Hell yeah, I wanna hang. Shit. Why you gotta ask?”
“Just making sure,” Kat said, retracting the blade.
“You can see where I might be skeptical, right?” Stacy said, removing a pack of smokes from her purse. Mandy didn’t care for those slim feminine cigarettes but she bummed a few for later.
Soon, they were all smoking cigarettes, leaning against ivy-covered stone, basking in the rays of a sunny April day.
“Sure, we’ve given you shit now and then, but the truth is, there just aren’t that many people in this shit-hole school worthy of our time. Isn’t that right, Mandy?”
“True. It’s just the two of us, and when Kat decides to skip without telling me—”
“Hey,” Kat said, “shit comes up. I can’t tell you every time I’m not going to show for school.”
Mandy grinned. “When something comes up, huh? Like Rock’s nine inches, I bet.”
“Or Matt’s seven. Hell, I’ve skipped for less. Who wouldn’t?”
“I surely would—if he knew how to use it.”
“Shit,” Stacy said, joining in, “I might skip for four-and-a-half, if there was a math test that day.”
“You know it, girl,” Kat said. “See, we knew you could hang.”
“That’s the truth,” Mandy said.
“Cool.” Stacy caressed her growing pregnant belly while exhaling cigarette smoke.
“Of course we can hang outside of school too,” Kat said, with a sly wink to Mandy. “What are you doing Saturday night?”
* * *
Thumping music filled the two-story house. Kat always knew about the best parties, and tonight was no exception. Kat, though, had promised more fun than just a party. But first they had time to kill.
Mandy licked cum off her lips, stood, and washed it down with dregs of warm beer. “Put that monster away,” she told Brad, “you’ll need it later.” She lit a smoke as he squirted into the toilet before zipping up.
“About fucking time,” a girl said as they exited the bathroom.
Mandy simply smiled as she brushed past the bitch.
They headed downstairs where a group of guys were gang-banging Stacy on the couch, an initiation suggested by Kat, who worked the crowd, searching for horny guys looking to snap off a piece. Stacy had been fucking a group of jocks when Mandy led Brad upstairs, but now it looked like she was doing the chess club. She had a pimply-faced guy (with a nice cock, Mandy noticed) plowing into her as she stroked a scrawny guy’s dick. Another guy, a freckle-faced shrimp, thrust in and half-out of her tight lips. Stacy’s bare body glistened from perspiration and other bodily fluids. A sordid pregnant glow.
“Let’s get more beer,” Mandy shouted above the ruckus.
“I was thinking the same thing,” Brad said.
They made their way to the kegs, where Mandy urged Brad to chug-a-lug a beer before they both got filled cups.
“Man,” Brad said, “Stacy is fucking a lot of guys.”
“Yeah. I’m surprised so many guys want to fuck her.”
“Well, she’s not a bad-looking girl.”
Mandy eyed her date suspiciously. “She’s pregnant and her ass is getting flabby.”
Brad shrugged. “It’s hard to explain but there’s something about a pregnant chick. Besides, her belly isn’t that big yet.”
“You wanna fuck her? If you do, be my guest.”
Brad chuckled, sipped beer, said, “No thanks. You’re woman enough for me.”
“Are you sure? She’s not giving you a woody, is she?” Mandy felt Brad’s crotch to find no rising timber.
“When you promised I’d be using my junk later, I assumed on you.”
Mandy grinned. “You most definitely will. Which reminds me, what time is it? Kat said the real fun was going to start after midnight.”
Brad checked his cell phone. “Twelve twelve,” he said. “Right on time.”
“We’ll finish our beers and smoke a joint. If the breeder isn’t finished servicing the pigs when we’re done, we’ll tell her to wrap it up.”
“Cool.”
* * *
They piled out of the cruiser at St. Mary’s Catholic Church.
“Oh, my fucking god,” Stacy said, “I’m gonna hurl.”
“Save it until we’re inside,” Kat said, prompting drunken laughter from everyone.
“Shh shh …” Mandy said, clinging to Brad. “Quiet. We’re supposed to be sneaky.”
“What exactly are we doing here?” Stacy asked as she wobbled along behind Kat.
“Why, we’re going to church to pay our disrespects to Jesus.”
Mandy nearly doubled over with laughter.
“I may barf too,” Brad said.
“Save it till we get inside,” Mandy repeated.
“I need to piss,” Kat said, “but you don’t see me squatting down in the parking lot, do you? Hell no. I’m saving it.”
Mandy giggled.
Stacy said, “Are we going in through the front door?”
Kat: “Why not?”
Mandy: “As good a plan as any.”
Brad: “One of us could enter, then let the others in through a side entrance.”
Kat: “Shit for brains, if one of us can slip in undetected, so can all of us.”
Stacy: “Hurry. I don’t feel so good.”
Mandy, thinking of all the beer Stacy had drunk and all the jism in her belly, joked, “Probably just morning sickness.”
“Morning sickness …” Kat laughed. “You’re a fucking hoot, Mandy. Fucking hoot.”
“That’s my girl,” Brad said.
“Shh …” Mandy looked up and down the street. No cars, nothing. “Let’s go.”
They dashed, giggling and weaving, through the unlocked front double-doors. A covered cash register rested atop a glass display in the atrium.
“I think this is where they sell donuts on Sunday.”
“Holey pastries,” Mandy said, “a sinful delight.”
“Each donut used to be jelly, but Jesus fucked them for our sins.”
Stacy: “I like the ones that bleed cherry.”
Kat: “My cherry hasn’t bled since I was five years old, and neither has yours.”
Stacy: “My ass cherry didn’t bleed until I was twelve.”
Brad: “Prude.”
Kat: “But Mandy here, her cherry is still intact.”
Mandy: “Fuck you, you don’t know—”
“Shh …” Kat said. “I bet the Pope has a baby monitor planted somewhere in this bitch.”
“I wanna see Jesus,” Stacy said. “Before I’m sick.”
“Are you seriously going to be ill?” Mandy asked. Before Stacy could answer, Mandy saw nausea rise in her eyes.
“What are we waiting for, bitches?” Kat said. “Let’s go.”
Inside the church proper, hundreds of candles flickered. Cathedral ceilings rose above them in yellow light. The room created an aura of insignificance, a space where some
thing, someone, so divine watched down over you with formidable power. Statues of saints lined the walls in stern contemplation, while a crucified Jesus Christ died for your sins above the pulpit.
“Oh, my god,” Stacy said, “this room smells funny. It’s making me sick.”
“Jesus farted,” Brad said.
“Incense and candles,” Stacy said, lurching across the room to the nearest graven image, where she fell to her knees and heaved a load of beer-drenched sperm on the feet of the Virgin Mary.
Kat said, “Immaculate regurgitation.”
Mandy laughed. She laughed louder when Brad said he’d wash them off. “Cleanliness is next to godliness, and everyone knows Jesus liked freshly-washed feet.”
“Does that make him a pedophile?” Kat joked.
“Probably.”
Brad freed his penis and started to urinate on Mary’s feet.
“I wonder,” Kat said, “if Mary liked golden showers.”
“Mary Magdalene certainly did,” Mandy said, “that whore.”
“Ugh,” Stacy said, spitting, “shitty taste in my mouth.”
“Probably because that skinny dude fucked your ass before shooting in your cum bucket.”
“Oh god …” Stacy dashed to the next closest statue before blowing chunks again.
“You’ve got to hand it to her,” Mandy said, “bitch can hold her vomit when sacrilege is involved.”
Kat said, “Now it’s my turn.” The redhead shimmied out of skin-tight jeans, peeled off her blouse. She bared her creamy tattooed flesh for all to see, then climbed up the statue of a saint and started to dry-hump him.
Mandy said, “When you move it makes your tattoo wings flap.”
“Yeah,” Brad agreed, “you look like a demonic butterfly.”
Kat, moaning, whipped her hair around in simulated throes of passion.
“My heavens,” a voice said from across the room, “I’ll have you know this is a holy place, and your disgraceful acts are uncalled for. Young lady, come down from there this instant.
Everyone turned their attention to the priest who had apparently been roused from sleep.
“Just a sec,” Kat said. With a loud sigh, a waterfall of urine began to cascade down the golden image.
The priest, outraged, barked, “The Lord is not amused.”
“Lordy, Lordy, Kat,” Mandy said, “watch your god-damn manners.”
“You’ve got a pissy attitude,” Stacy agreed.
“Yeah, it’s really shitty,” Kat stated as she strained to defecate.
“Come down this instant. Be gone, vagabonds, or I shall phone the authorities.”
Kat finished urinating, hopped off the saint and said, “Grab him.”
Mandy charged after the pastor, and with the help of Brad, caught and wrestled him to the ground, pinning his arms behind his back.
“Don’t you move,” Mandy warned. “We don’t want to hurt you.”
“No,” Kat said, “we only want to say hi to Jesus, in our own special way.”
“You won’t get away with this,” the Father said.
“Maybe, maybe not,” Kat said. To Mandy: “Get the rope. We need to tie him up.”
“Shit,” Mandy said, “I knew we forgot something.”
“No big deal. Stacy doesn’t mind getting it, do you, Stacy?”
“That bag we left in the car, is that what you’re talking about?”
“Smart bitch. You gonna upchuck again, or can you run get it?”
“Be right back,” she said, dashing into the lobby.
“Please,” the clergy said, “the Lord forgives those who repent. It’s not too late to leave in peace.”
“Aw,” Mandy said, “that doesn’t sound like fun at all.”
“I’ll tell you what,” Kat said, “when Stacy gets back, I’ll have her suck your cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? It’s not like you get any.”
“He gets nun. Get it?” Mandy said. “Nun.”
“You’re a barrel of laughs, babe,” Brad said.
“Or do you prefer altar boys?” Kat teased. “If that’s the case, Brad—”
“Oh, hell no,” Brad protested.
The clergy replied: “I’m not interested in anything except the sanctity of this holy place.”
Kat slapped Father on the back. “I saw you eyeing me, so I know you’re into slits. No worries, you can protest all you want to save face with Baby Jesus. Stacy will suck you off. Lord knows she won’t mind, not after doing nearly twenty guys earlier this evening.”
“My heavens,” Father said. “You cannot be serious.”
Kat lowered her voice. “Afraid so, padre.”
Footsteps echoed throughout the hall as Stacy came rushing in, plastic shopping bag in hand. “Got it,” she said.
“Tie him up,” Kat said.
The clergyman protested and struggled to break away, but Kat slapped his face hard enough to bust his lip and settle him down. Soon, they had him cinched tight to the organ, in a standing position.
“I want to see if the Lord’s servant gets a stiffy for girls,” Kat said.
“Let’s find out,” Mandy agreed. She unfastened his trousers and pulled them down, revealing pale trembling legs.
“Tighty whitey’s,” Kat admired. “Let’s see his package.”
Mandy lowered his shorts, exposing hairy, wrinkled, shriveled flesh.
“So far,” Kat said, “you’re not doing anything for him.
“I will scream for help,” the religious man said.
“Only a fag would scream for help when a beautiful young woman was about to suck his dick, Father,” Kat said. “You wouldn’t want the Big Man upstairs to know you prefer boys, do you?”
“I do not prefer young boys.”
“The boys are young now, are they, Father?” Mandy mused. “Nobody mentioned young boys. Is Brad here too old for you?”
“Cut the shit,” Brad said. “There’s no fucking way.”
“Chill, baby. I’m just fucking with him. He likes Stacy. You can see it in his eyes.”
“Enough talking,” Kat said. “Show him what you’ve got, Stacy. If you can get this little boy-loving Jesus Freak off, then we’ll know beyond a doubt you’re woman enough to hang with us.”
Stacy stripped, slow and seductive, to entice the holy man to point his manhood to the heavens. Kat lit a joint and passed it around while Stacy, now naked and pert and cum-splattered dropped to her knees to tease his scrotum with the tip of her tongue.
“Oh Lord, please help me,” he said.
Mandy elbowed Brad. “Looks like the Lord answered his prayer.”
“No joke,” Brad said, “I doubt Stacy can fit it in her mouth now.”
Yet she did. Down to the root.
Kat passed Mandy the joint, sidled up to the pastor as Stacy slurped on his turgid penis. “Tell me, Father,” Kat said, “are you ready to shoot your righteous load down my girl’s throat, or do you prefer to fuck her sweet pussy first?”
“Satan temps me, Father. Please, Lord, give me the strength to resist these unclean urges, to deny my body its release. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost …”
“Blah blah blah,” Kat said. “Hand me that bitch’s soiled panties. That should shut him the fuck up.”
Mandy retrieved the frail pink undergarment, stuffed it into his mouth.
Brad pulled free his belt and wrapped it around the man’s head to hold them in place.
“Fuck him,” Kat commanded Stacy.
“Holy fucking shit,” Stacy quipped, “this dude is harder than diamonds.”
Brad held Mandy tight, cupping and massaging a breast, while they watched. Kat flanked Brad on the opposite side and began to fondle his crotch. Mandy could tell the pastor liked the pleasure Stacy forced upon him, as she bumped and grinded back against him. Only by a miracle of god did he last as long as he did. But in the end, his hips began to buck to meet each thrust of his wicked temptress, until, finally, he spent his load.
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“Holy fucking shit, padre,” Kat said as Stacy eased off the glistening cock on weak knees, “did you know that girl is underage? You could go to jail for fucking her.”
“Fuck jail,” Mandy said, “you could go to hell.”
“Purgatory,” Brad added.
“Wherever you go,” Kat said, “I doubt they’ll be playing harp music for you.” To Stacy, she said, “Did you enjoy fucking the Lord’s servant?”
“Eh, I’ve had better,” Stacy said, fingering her gaping slit. “Dude came a lot, though. I mean a lot.” A thick glob of semen coated her finger while a string of it ran out to splatter on the floor. She licked her fingers. “Not bad. Pretty good, actually.”
Kat said, “Time to do what we came here to do. There’s a crowbar in that bag. Use it to help Jesus off the wall.”
Brad said, “I like the way you think.”
Kat to Stacy: “Wash that skanky pussy in holy water, make it clean.”
“Mandy, help Brad.”
He was too drunk to do much on his own. Together, they used a podium from the pulpit, along with an organ bench, for Mandy to reach the life-size crucifix. Brad held her legs steady as she pried the thing loose, starting near the top. It was slow going but by using her body for leverage, she forced the top and both ends of the “T” loose before—leaping out of the way—the crucifix swiveled around to crash upside down against the raised stage.
“Shit, babe,” Brad said helping Mandy to her feet, “I thought you were toast.”
“Nah. I’ve got a guardian fallen angel watching out for me.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Speaking of Kat, where is she?”
“Over here. Brad, pry Jesus off the cross. We’ll need it. Mandy, take your pants off. In fact, strip all the way down. It’s time for the next phase of our plan.”
Mandy, grinning, rubbed her palms together diabolically before stripping down to nothing, while Brad, in his drunken, high stupor bashed away at the molded plastic Jesus.
“Come see what I did,” Stacy said. “You’re gonna love it.”
“Not nearly as much as this,” Kat said. Lightning fast, she flashed the switchblade knife from behind her and ejected the blade.
“What the fuck?” Stacy said.
“Your final initiation, bitch,” Kat said. “If you bleed red you pass.”
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