God is a Slut Chapter 6 Jesus is a Douchebag 1
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Jenny's boyfriend had been pressuring her to have sex for weeks. The most recent time had been on a Friday in his car after driving her home from school. Parked in her parents' driveway, the high school seniors had been kissing passionately, Jenny even letting her tongue snake into Andrew's mouth. But when he began to caress her breasts through her top, she had moved his hand away.
"Come on, Jenny," he complained. "We've been going out for almost a year. We're 18! All of our friends are having sex."
The pretty blonde shook her head sadly, her green eyes imploring him to understand. "You know my faith is important to me. And the Bible says--"
He sighed wearily. He had heard all this before, many times. "Yes, yes. No sex before marriage. But -- fuck, Jenny! I am going to burst!"
Jenny was shocked by his foul language. He was usually so well-spoken and polite. Clearly, the devil was tempting him in ways that were making him act in a decidedly non-Christian manner.
"I should go in and pray," she said, and Andrew gave her such a hateful look that she left the car quickly and didn't look back as he sped away.
She had prayed for two hours, until her parents came home from work, and at bedtime she had prayed longer than normal. Kneeling at the foot of her bed, hands clenched together tightly, head bowed, she whispered under her breath for guidance. "Please, Lord, tell me what to do."
That night, Jenny slept fitfully. She woke up several times, feeling sweaty and uncomfortably. Her dreams were full of dark mysteries and strange symbols.
"Jenny."
She stirred, not ready to get up. Why was her father waking her up anyway on a Saturday? He never did. She kept her eyes closed.
"Jenny."
No, that wasn't her father's voice she thought. Who, then?
"Jenny."
With a sleepy sigh, the teen slowly opened her eyes a sliver -- and then rapidly opened them wide. Standing at the foot of her bed, in the exact spot she always prayed, stood her Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
"I am the way and the truth and the life," said Jesus, staring at her with his deep brown eyes. "No one comes to the Father except through me."
John 14:6 thought Jenny. Aloud she said, "Lord, you have come to me in my time of need."
Jesus nodded slowly, his long, unwashed hair moving in the stillness of the room.
The troubled teenager sat up, clutching the covers around her. She wore pink pajamas that covered her body completely, but she still didn't think it would be appropriate to let a man see her in her sleepwear. Even if that man was Jesus Christ himself.
"Lord," she said, "I am so full of confusion. My boyfriend, Andrew? I love him, oh, I really do! But he wants me to ... to be carnal with him. And I know this would be wrong. For I must save my maidenhood for marriage as your father commands us, but--"
Jesus held up a hand and she stopped speaking. He gazed deeply into her eyes and said, "You don’t understand now what I am doing, but someday you will." Grasping the covers at the foot of the bed in both hands, the resurrected Christ tugged hard, yanking them free of her grasp and exposing her pajama-clad body. Jenny gasped and her eyes widened as he clambered onto the bed. When he reached out and took hold of her pajama top, ripping it open to expose her large breasts, the confused girl let out a little scream.
"Hush, be still," commanded Jesus. "Why are you afraid? Do you still have no faith?”
Jenny clamped her mouth shut, determined to do as her Lord bade her. She didn't understand why he wished to see her breasts, but who was she to question Jesus Christ?
There was a gentle knock at the bedroom door. "Honey?" It was her mother. "Are you alright? We heard a scream?"
Jesus flashed her a dark look, full of menace, and Jenny gulped involuntarily. Unable to look away from him, she called out in a high-pitched voice, "I'm fine, momma! It was just a dream. I'm going back to sleep."
"Okay, honey!" She heard her mother's footsteps retreating and Jesus smiled at her.
"Beloved," he said, squeezing her naked breasts wantonly. "Let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God."
John 4:7 thought Jenny, her heart beating fast. Why was Jesus touching her in such a manner? This verse wasn't about loving each other in that way, was it?
Moving his hands down, Jesus began to tug down the waistband of her pajama bottoms. "Keep on seeking, and you will find," he muttered, almost to himself. He gave her an expectant look and Jenny dutifully lifted her bottom off the bed so that he could get the pajamas completely off. The teen blushed deeply. She hadn't worn any panties and her exposed pubic area gave her much shame. Jesus looked her over, then smiled lecherously at her.
"Everyone who seeks, finds," he said. "And to everyone who knocks, the door will be opened.” He roughly pulled her legs apart, admiring the sight of her young vulva.
Jenny lay on the bed, completely naked. Her long, blonde hair framed her small face, and her green eyes were fixed on her Lord as he looked her over lasciviously. Her breasts, the size of ripe grapefruit, were heaving, and her slender limbs were taut with anticipation.
Casually, Jesus opened his robe and let it fall. Jenny's heart raced at the sight of her first penis, which seemed particularly erect and big. She quivered as Jesus mounted her young body and placed himself at the opening of her virginal body.
His face hovering above hers, his dark eyes bore into hers, unblinking. “You must love the Lord your God with all your heart," he hissed, "all your soul, and all your mind."
And then he began to rape her.
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