Seducerella's Hairy Taco, Part 5:
"Werewolf Tastes The Silver Crucifix"
"Oh please put the meat into my hairy taco, Taco," Seducerella purred as she ripped off her orange top and her
titties bounced all about, finally settling in as two soft, luscious mounds of devastating softness. I howled and growled,
grabbing her titties with my hands with all my might, leaving prints and squeezing them so hard I wanted milk to squirt out
of them. Her areolae were large and brown, her nipples were long and hard and as I sucked them I bit them, all the while
guiding my meat into her taco shell. Then I felt the hard metal, the silver of the cross medallion which hung between her
breasts and I began to scream, It burned my cheek but Seducerella grabbed me tight, saying, "The silver will not hurt you,
the cross is in my pussy. You are the vertical line and I am the horizontal. Stick your big dick in me until you cum and
let Christ be the sperm! That's how it works, that's how it is, yes, hairy taco, fuck me!"
It sounded good enough to me. It made sense, this "sexualization of the Cross" because so often I had noticed the attraction
people have to it, how it looked "sexy" as a medallion hanging down from one's neck. It was a primal appeal, a
simplification, a purifying of the power and meaning of the Cross which went againt politics and an authority's lust for
power; desires to go to Heaven; desires to dictate morality to others; and it came down to my longing to FUCK, how we all
like to fuck and that's why rock stars wore them. That's why models like to wear them and even the bad guys in movies
because Crosses are Cool and so is the dead Jesus as he hangs from it because he simultaneously represents the death of sperm
along with the resurrection, the life which comes from it in the form of a baby.
Seducerella's eyes began to glow bright red, like a ripe summer tomato and rich, zesty SALSA began
seeping out of them because I was fucking her so hard. I roared and jammed my cock inside her again and again, a madman
drunk on sublimity-- a a dangerous dark wolf drunk on sacred pussy! The gypsy began to screech. She clawed at my back as I
took the crucifix into my mouth, letting it rest between my teeth while I put meat in the taco, defiled the temple shell. Oh
God, it was so tight and Oh Lord, it was so wet. I fucked her faster and faster, feeling myself drive a nail into something
so horrificly gorgeous and mystically mesmerizing. Seduceralla began babbling as our lines intersected, as we made a cross
between her legs in so many symbolic ways. I lifted my head to look at the ceiling above her. There were pictures of
saints, female saints, such beautiful portraits of such gorgeous women with olive skin, eyes like black, shining olives and
as I fucked and stuffed the taco shell beneath me the portraits of Little Flower, St. Rose of Lima and Saint Imelda all began
to turn into iridescent, brightly colored pictures of delicious Mexican food, like the glossy photos you see in glamorous
recipe books. Enchiladas, tacos, fajitas, burritos and nachos all screamed at me, revealing their secrets in shades of
luscious orange, brilliant green, golden corn shells and shining, nourishing strength of beef, chicken and fish all screamed
at me, pulsating in their protein. Then the portraits once again became the faces of gorgeous saints who now smiled and
winked as if they had just lifted up their habits to show me something no one had seen before.
Or felt before. I never felt anything like it! Hee! I looked down at Seducerella's pussy bush and saw a
hand climbing out from the knotted night black pubic hairs, from her musky jungle of hallelujah, and then I saw the face of
Christ but it wasn't Jesus. It was the Christ we all could relate to, that we all could be when we fucked. Just a white
face with hollowed out eyes driping salsa, a crooked cross branded upon his forehead and he spoke to me. I heard his voice
in my right cerebral lobe and it said, "Kill me! Kill me!" That's when I ejaculated a flood, an ark full of jism spuirted
out of my cock and covered the inside of the gypsy's taco shell with sour cream. I twitched and jerked, nestling my cock
inside of the wet treasure chest and I looked at Seducerella, looked her striahgt into her salsa soaked eyes and felt like we
were ONE. The water had turned into wine; the wine into blood, the blood into salsa and then the sour cream that screeched
from my nuts and out my werewolf cock were right there on the same menu. I couldn't believe it, lying there atop her body as
we embraced in a pool of sweat, my face drenched behind my werewolf mask. In seconds we were both sound asleep.
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