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“I’ll do it now,” he shouted. “Fuck, get off my back.” He stormed grumpily to their spare room and slammed the door behind him.

That was the end of his Saturday afternoon. His wife had been relentlessly bugging the shit out him to do his overdue tax return, and he’d run out of excuses. The process appeared to be simple enough — the form he was required to send the IRS was only two pages long — but the instructions were in a PDF running more than a hundred pages.

Same as it ever was.

He sat down at his desk and tried to concentrate on the task, but his brain froze and his eyes glazed over. Fuck this shit. He couldn’t really afford to, but he was gonna have to pay an accountant. He threw the form on the floor, but he was still pissed at his wife for hounding him. He opened his laptop and pressed play on a Youtube clip.

Two hot chicks in bikinis grinned like they’d just snorted Bolivia. They each held books in their right hand. Bibles.

“Hey, I’m Jenna.”

“And I’m Roxy. And we’re Bitches Gone Bible.”

Hard rock riffs played as a quick-cut and partially animated montage of the girls filled the screen.

Once in a lifetime. He turned the volume down. His dick was in his hand.

The camera zoomed in on Roxy, a twenty year old redhead with fat tits and a constellation of sexy freckles across her cheeks. Her eyes were blue, her left arm was covered in a sleeve of colourful tattoos, and her right nostril and septum were pierced. “So in case you didn’t know, Jenna and I used to be strippers. We used to party hard, fuck hard, and everything in between, and then we got into porn.” She groped her rack and pinched her nipples through her bikini. “I did some movies, including ‘Private School Sodomy

3′ and ‘Double Anal
8′. I used to love it in the ass,” she pouted, “until I learned it was a sin.”

Focus switched to Jenna, a twenty-one year old brown-eyed blonde. Her breasts were ginormous, barely contained by her skimpy bikini. She was still a tattoo virgin, rare these days, but her tongue and both of her nipples were pierced. “Yeah, that’s right, babe. We used to sleep all day, party all night, and fuck anything that moved. You might’ve seen me in ‘Please Stepbro Don’t Cum In My Mouth 3′ and ‘I Got Stuck In The Washing Machine Again

7′.”

“But you know what?” posed Roxy. “That lifestyle was fun, but it wasn’t fulfilling.”

“Probably because we made shitloads of money,” replied Jenna, “but spent it all on booze, drugs and partying.”

Roxy looked serious. “Maybe, but I think it was something more than that.”

“Yeah, I felt the same way,” agreed Jenna’s naturally plump lips. “Porn rocked, but it wasn’t enough. And that’s when we turned to Jesus. He might be two thousand years old, but he’s sexy as fuck.”

“Yeah, we totally turned the other cheek for Jesus,” Roxy grinned as Jenna playfully slapped her juicy ass. Her cheeks wobbled a little.

The girls high-fived before lightly kissing each other on the lips. They stared into each other’s eyes and kissed more deeply, wrapping their arms around each other’s necks. They moaned, and made sure the camera got a good view of their fat tongues. They broke their kiss and turned back towards the camera. “We’re Bitches Gone Bible! Wooooo!” They smashed their texts together in holy solidarity, and as the camera zoomed in on their faces, they flopped their tongues out as if desperate to receive precious heavenly seed.

“Now let’s go convert some heathens!” yelled Jenna. Hard rock riffs played again.

The frustrated taxpayer wound the clip back a few seconds to where Jenna and Roxy flopped their tongues out, then hit pause. He stood up and pointed his cock at the frozen image. Ropes of sperm cannoned into the screen.

His wife chose this exact moment to check on her husband’s progress. The door creaked open. His cock was still in his fist.

“If I knew tax got you so horny,” his wife deadpanned, “I’d have dressed up like a dollar bill. Maybe you’d fuck me more often.”

His load dripped down the screen towards the keys.

*

The so-called United States of America didn’t feel quite so united anymore. The States had never been completely unified; for starters, anal sex was still illegal in some states. In what universe does that make any sense?

You can own a pistol, or maybe even a semi-automatic weapon depending on where you live, and you can walk the streets with your piece in plain view, but in some parts of the Republic, sticking your dick in someone’s ass could put you behind bars.

Some lawmakers couldn’t work out why bowling balls had three holes when two would do.

Some parts of the country were super-hyper-scary-ultra-religious. In some communities, sex before marriage was still a no-go zone, though some Amish and JW youth had discovered the blowjob loophole and enjoyed exploiting it. Technically, oral wasn’t sex, as a God-fearing ex-President had once testified. But other parts of the country were completely off the chain mecidiyeköy escort when it came to sex, and the porn industry led the charge.

High school Roxy loved to stick the wooden handle of her hairbrush up her ass. The handle was wide and fat, and it stretched her out nicely. She didn’t have access to lube, so she spat on it first. It hurt going in, but whenever she touched herself with an ass full of handle, she came. She fucking loved it in the poopchute, and soon enough, all the boys on the football team had VIP access to it. If there was ever such a thing as an anal whore, Roxy was it. Until, that is, she learned she shouldn’t.

She knew she had a seriously hot body. She could tell by the amount of attention she got from men, and sometimes from women. As a senior in high school, she used to wear low-cut tops, drawing eyes to her juicy cleavage. She regularly wore her ginger hair, longer back then, tied back in pigtails, and she often walked around sucking on a lollipop just to provoke reactions. Her father knew nothing of her anal proclivities, but even so, he regularly jacked off to the thought of fucking his precious little girl in the ass. He knew it was a sin, and he knew he’d probably go to hell for it, but sometimes, the flesh was weak.

Jenna’s father had a similar problem. Every time she walked into the room, he got an erection. The only difference was Jenna knew. “Eyes up here, Dad,” she’d tease whenever she caught his gaze drifting lower. That time two summers ago when his daughter invited Roxy, her friend from school, over for a swim one warm afternoon was a memory he’d take to the grave. Every time he thought of that day, he boned up shamefully. Innocently, he’d walked out onto the deck with a cool pitcher of lemonade, wanting to offer his daughter and her friend a cool drink, only to see their tongues fighting for territory in each other’s mouths. As he watched Jenna unhook Roxy’s bra and saw her large, freckled breasts escape captivity, he dropped the lemonade, startling everyone. “Sorry, daddy,” Jenna explained calmly. “We were just practicing kissing. It’s an important life skill.” He raced inside and locked himself in the bathroom. It only took four or five tugs for him to spray everywhere. And while we’re on topic, let’s spare a tender thought for Jenna’s younger brother. With his hot older sister sleeping in the next room, just on the other side of a thin interior wall, his balls were always aching and perpetually empty.

Neither of the girls had been brought up conservatively, but nor were their parents overly permissive or anarchic. Theirs were typical, middle class American upbringings. Religion lurked in the background, as it does for any American teen, but it was never a hot topic or a big thing. And while their parents knew their daughters had moved to Florida together after school, they thought they were working respectable jobs at Hooters for minimum wage plus tips. They had no idea their daughters were slowly dipping their painted toenails in porn.

*

Roxy’s personal path towards Christianity began about a year ago, while shooting a scene for ‘In Your Face
4′. It wasn’t a particularly difficult scene for her; she’d warmed her jaw up beforehand. She sat on a couch and talked to the camera about how much she loved sucking cock and eating cum. On cue, a tattooed man with a muscled gymbod and a fat eight inch cock walked into the room. She stretched wide and started sucking him. After the cameraman had captured her impaled face from various different angles, the director told the dude he could unload. As she opened her mouth and begged for his warm seed, she wondered, just for a brief existential second, what the fuck she was doing with her life. She pushed the thought out of her head, remembering what she needed to do to bring the scene to completion. She let his cum rain down over her face and neck, swallowing some before letting the remainder drip down onto her tits. She massaged the liquid into her hard nipples as the cock, having done its job, quietly left the field of vision. She gave the viewer a cutesy wave bye-bye as the camera panned away to a random object. She heard the director shout ‘cut!’

A towel was lobbed in her direction, and she wiped her face before heading to the shower. Standing under the hot water, steam rising up around her, she wondered why she’d felt such a flash of purposeful inspiration seconds before she was drenched in cum. She didn’t know what it meant or where it came from. Fuck, she was only twenty years old, and there was still plenty of time for her to work out what she wanted to do with her life. She shrugged and finished her shower, and after changing into new clothes, the producer handed her a check for five thousand bucks. She’d been on set for an hour, maybe an hour and a half tops, and this was how much she got paid? If porn was a mistake, at least it paid well.

She drove home and thought no more about the flash of beşiktaş escort inspiration.

In another studio, in a different part of Miami, Jenna was hard at work being a three hole whore, shooting a scene for “Airtight 6″. Three huge cocks pounded the living shit out of her. Blonde hair flailed in all directions as she gave the middle finger to the camera, as if to tell the viewer ‘these alpha studs can have me, but you’ve got no chance, pindick’.

She kneeled, and on cue, they surrounded her. They jacked themselves off over her open mouth, drenching her face with hot semen.

Jenna looked at the camera, her face a complete mess, thick black mascara dripping everywhere. She took deep, heavy breaths as the scene ended. There was no cutesy wave bye-bye: she’d been destroyed. The cameraman stole a glimpse of her ruined asshole before the director called scene.

A production assistant handed her a towel. “You OK?” he asked. “That was brutal.”

Jenna looked down — she could see the assistant’s erection through his pants. Wordlessly, she nodded in answer to his question before heading to the shower. As the water caressed her incredible rack, she shampooed her matted hair, rinsing thick goopy clumps of cum out of it. She knew she’d need to go to the hair salon very soon, maybe even as soon as this afternoon. She made sure to wash her pussy, and especially her asshole, thoroughly. Both holes had been used and abused.

She shut the water off, stepped out of the shower, and grabbed a fresh warm towel. She looked at the mirror. It was foggy with condensation, and she couldn’t clearly see her own reflection in it. For a brief second, this thought touched a raw nerve — just like looking into the foggy mirror, sometimes she couldn’t see who she was anymore. Sure, she loved sex, booze and drugs, and the money was fucking amazing, but something about porn left her unfulfilled. Something was missing. She felt as if she craved something else, but she didn’t know what it was.

She shrugged. She got changed and collected her ridiculously large check. Seven thousand bucks.

*

Jenna and Roxy shared a tiny condo in Gladeview, a socially disadvantaged suburb north of Miami. They were only twenty blocks or so from the water, but sometimes, it felt like they were a thousand miles away.

They’d each been to the bank that afternoon to deposit their checks. Their accounts were bloated; making rent was never an issue. They went out for dinner and a few drinks on the beach that night.

“How was work today?” asked Jenna, taking her seat at their outdoor table. A waiter came over and took their drinks order.

“Easy!” Roxy replied. “All I had to do was oral. Some dude nutted on my face and I looked at the camera as if to say ‘whoever’s watching, you’re next’, and that was it. Five thousand bucks later.” She stopped to sip her cocktail. “What about you?”

“Fuck, babe,” said Jenna, “I was three holes today, all at once. It was good, but they wrecked me. My ass still feels a bit tender, but after starving myself last night, I’m looking forward to a good meal tonight.”

They knew how lucky they were to be born in the USA, a country where seriously hot chicks could monetise their looks to the max, but there always was a downside. A posse of dudes walked past, instantly recognising them. “Hey, Roxy, you sexy bitch,” yelled a tatted-up Cuban, “I jacked off all over your face last night.”

Roxy lifted her drink. “Thanks for paying my wages,” she replied sarcastically. “Wait until you see the scene I shot today, you’re gonna love it.”

The Cuban stopped walking and turned around. “How much?” He pulled a wad of greenbacks from his back pocket.

“Huh?” asked Roxy. She noticed the revolver holstered around the dude’s belt.

The Cuban sneered, waving his finger at some point in the middle distance. “You, me, the alley over there, your mouth, my dick.” He paused, swaying slightly. “How much?”

She didn’t need the money, and right now, she didn’t want the attention either. All she wanted to do was unwind over a few drinks with her bestie.

A waiter noticed the minor kerfuffle and chased the unwanted crowd away. For minimum wage plus tips, crowd control was not his responsibility. He hoped the guests at his table would tip him generously in appreciation.

Their meals arrived, and Jenna inhaled her steak as if she hadn’t eaten for a week. “I had the strangest feeling today,” she said between bites.

“What do you mean?” inquired her roommate.

Jenna tried to explain. “I was in the shower, washing cum out of my hair, and I had the strangest feeling, like I was doing something wrong, or like I wasn’t on the right path, or …”

“Fuck, babe,” Roxy interjected, “that’s so fucking surreal. Just before this dude was about to spray my face today, I felt something similar. Like, maybe, I could do something better … something different … maybe even something more important. etiler escort I mean, like, maybe I could make a difference to people’s lives.”

Jenna tipped her head back, necked the rest of her cocktail, and ordered another. “That’s so weird. At the same time, on the same day?”

“Totally weird,” Roxy replied. “Have you got anything booked for tomorrow?”

“Nothing, babe. What about you?”

“Got tomorrow off too.”

“Checks are in the bank, and tomorrow is free,” summarised Jenna. “Let’s get wasted!”

“Amen!” yelled Roxy. They ordered two more cocktails.

*

High noon in Miami Dade county, and a pleasant 83 degrees. Skies blue, winds light, no category-5 hurricanes in sight. Outside, the world was vibrant and alive. Inside a small condo in Gladeview, nothing had moved. Unless, that is, you want to count when Roxy got up at 3am to talk to the Heavenly Father on the big porcelain telephone. “Oh God,” she moaned as the contents of her dinner plus ridiculous quantities of undigested alcohol passed her teeth in the wrong direction. “Oh, God, I swear I’m never gonna drink again.” Once her internal tsunami had subsided, she stood up, wiped her face, brushed her teeth, and crawled back into bed.

Jenna woke up around four in the afternoon. She stumbled to the kitchen to make herself a coffee. The smell of beans hit Roxy’s nose and pulled her out of bed. “Hey, babe … can you … can you make me one too?”

Jenna took a second mug out of the cupboard. “Sure thing, babe. Did you sleep OK?”

“Guess so,” grimaced Roxy. She ran her fingers through her hair as she waited impatiently for her 4pm caffeine hit. Jenna poured the bitter black liquid, and as the sun began to sink in the west, they prepared to face what was left of the day.

They sat on their balcony in foldable deckchairs, facing away from the beach. Suburbia unfolded beneath them. On the floor below, they heard an argument play out in Spanish.

“Is this how you imagined your life?” asked Jenna.

“Do you mean what we talked about last night?” Roxy quizzed.

“Yeah. I don’t know. Maybe.” Jenna sipped her coffee.

“I don’t know how I imagined my life, babe,” replied Roxy. “I’ve only just started living it. Fuck, bitch, I’m only twenty years old, I just finished school, and I’m making bank in porn. What’s to think about? What’s to imagine? I’m in cruise control mode right now.”

“Yeah, but what’s your legacy gonna be? What are you gonna leave behind?”

“A dry, flaky residue of incel DNA.”

Jenna laughed. “I ain’t gonna argue with that.” She sipped her coffee and stared at the sky.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Roxy narrowed her eyes, looking towards the sun. “Fuck, babe, I really need a dick in my ass.”

Her roommate drained the rest of her coffee. “Will a tongue and a dildo suffice, m’lady?”

Roxy moved her chair closer. “If I was gay, I’d totally fucking marry you, you sexy bitch.”

Tongues collided as they tasted each other’s coffee breath. “Ew,” Jenna recoiled, “you smell like spew.”

Roxy tried to explain. “I puked this morning, but I brushed my teeth before I went back to sleep.” Her synapses fired. “Hang on, wait a second, you just offered to eat my ass, and you’re worried about my breath?”

Jenna grinned, looping her thumb through the nearest piece of Roxy’s clothing before dragging her back inside. “I’m gonna fucking destroy you, girl.”

Their arms wrapped around each other on the living room couch and they kissed again. “By the way,” disclosed Roxy, “I’m gonna get a new tattoo.”

“What of, babe?”

“A dick inside an asshole. I mean, I just love anal so fucking much. I’m not religious, but if I was, I’d say it was a gift from God.”

Jenna smiled. “Pull ’em down, you skanky slut.”

Roxy pulled her slinky panties off and kicked them into the corner of the room. Jenna inhaled her scent. “Fuck, babe, you smell so good.” Her tongue went to work, but Roxy gave instructions.

“Not the pussy, babe. Just the ass.”

Jenna recalibrated. She licked and sucked her roommate’s anus, gripping her cheeks, hearing her moan.

“Fuck, babe, yeah, just like that.”

Jenna French-kissed Roxy’s butthole for a few more minutes.

“Babe, I … babe, I need something more.” Roxy’s fists were clenched.

Jenna smiled. “Wait here.” Before she left the room, she took a pic of her roommate, on the couch, up on all fours, her asshole in serious heat. She came back with ten inches of penis-shaped plastic.

Roxy whimpered. “Yeah … give it to me.”

Roxy’s hole was already wet from her roommate’s tongue lashing, but just to be sure, Jenna drooled some lube onto the dildo. It was so much bigger than the handle of the hairbrush Roxy used to fuck herself with.

“You ready?” asked Jenna. She noticed Roxy’s hole loosen and gape in anticipation. She rested the tip on the outside of Roxy’s hungry hole and began to slowly force it in.

Roxy moaned. She reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart, allowing deeper ingress. “Fuck me, babe. I really need this.” Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her pussy was sopping wet.

“Is this good?” cooed Jenna. One hand groped her roommate’s ass, the other slowly guided the dildo in and out.

“Fuck, babe, this is so good.” Involuntarily, she squirted all over the couch.

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