Religion is the past linking humankind to its maker. Religion commits us by way of worship to display our gratitude for the existence of sex that we received from those who made us. But who made us?. For sure it wasn't a voyeuristic God who spied on the fuckery, fucking. Religion is the genitals of humankind. We bow down to the gods, and goddesses of cunt.
Excuse me for a minute. She comes into the house, kicks her shoes off. She mambies up beside me, so I lift up her skirt, and give her a good feel up. I suck on my fingers which have just been basting in her cunt, delicious. She has no panties, just the freedom of a summer skirt. We give each other mouth to mouth, before I slap her bottom, and send her on her way.
Now where was I?. How were we created?.
Three hundred thousand years ago we were created in test tubes by the aliens who were mining our planet for hundreds of thousand of years. It had all become too much for them, and they needed help. So using their advanced technology they experimented in the lab until they perfected the current version. Humankind was created through genetic manipulation, and invitro fertilization, and reimplantation. You could say we are aliens too.
We can do the same thing for the benefit of those who cannot reproduce via normal fucking, today.
Back then brothers married their sisters, fathers fucked their daughters, daughters fucked their brothers, and step brothers, to continue the lineage. Yes they had rules back then. We have always had an intoxication with sex, and lust, you don't need me to tell you that. The pussy, and the cunt still rule the day. The soft cylinder of a cock nestled in the foreskin of its cocoon has been programmed to fuck whatever pussy comes its way.
I just love the feeling of lust surrounding my cock. Have you ever been to a Black Mass?. Its a fuck fest. A sexual madness suddenly takes possession of all the participants. The Divine will only protect us, once its basic need to be consumed, and taken to sexual ruin has been satisfied. And who can understand normal pleasures?. I care not for normal pleasures of the flesh. Give me filth. Soil me with a ruinous excess. The faces that we appear are many.
We hardly ever rise above the rank sewers of the body. We try. We have invented love to take us out of the body of sex. Warmth, peace, and love to rescue us from cock, and cunt. But alas, that is not enough to save us from the beast of sex. The large room was dark, except for the many candles which cast flickering shadows on the debauchery that was about to unfold. This orgy of excited bodies was about to wallow in the sewers of cock, and cunt. It has been programmed into us. Our lusting, horny orifices must have their say. To repel, and to take in the violence of our decomposition. The body is a public whore. Bodies dripping with unslaked burning to be seen, and touched, by every imaginable form of debauchery. Are you interested in the truth, or are you more comfortable living with a body illusion.
The toreador is being tossed violently upon the maddened horns of the bull. Those present at the Black Mass stood about naked underneath the black robes that covered them. I could see cocks rigidly stretching forward in participatory of what is to come. The priest was noisily pissing into a ciborium, his tumescent cock held by a naked woman, her long legs are outrageously apart, and she too is pissing down into the awaiting mouth of a black robed guy who was gulping her piss like a kitchen sink plug hole. The play of shadow and candlelight set an exciting background to the seen before me.
Humankind was created through genetic manipulation, hundreds of thousands of years ago, and the cocks and cunts were perfecting their wicked craft, standing in their cotton robes, the men and women turned on each other, tearing the material from their bodies in anticipation of the feast to follow. I write with no goal in mind. They jump upon each other smashing their lips forcefully on any bare flesh they could find. Breasts, and cunts, were for the taking. Two men had crept up behind the priest and one grabbed his arms in a stranglehold, while the other lifted him up by the legs, and lay him on the altar, his huge erection pointing to the ceiling. Then the woman who had been pissing, and holding his cock as he pissed into the ciborium full of hosts, climbed up onto the altar, squatted over his excitement, and like a bird of prey swooping down on its victim, gobbled his cock between her legs.
The room was full of sexual mayhem. It was chaos personified. Every debauch of obscenity was in full action. There was much manuring of both female, and male, asses. There was garroting of stiff cocks, and eyeballs. Candles became dildoes, and the floor was covered in piss. The priest who was well fucked was delivering communion to mouths as they fucked. Urine soaked hosts were forced into the cracks of cunts. I stood there masturbating, in this view of pornography going off like Guy Fawkes around me. It was a feast orgy of adulterer bodies displaying worship for all the parts. No organ was left out. We were rediscovering our childhood lewdness, where the cunt and cock is whore, where one animal eats another. The animal of the body opens its maw towards me.