VIEW FROM THE CROSS

Feature Writer: ajaundicedeye2
Feature Title: View from the cross
Uploaded: 06.02.2015

 

View from the cross

Jesus groaned and opened his eyes as a thud vibrated through his body. The cross settled into place at the brow of a hill along the road outside of Jerusalem. A sharp pain radiated through his wrists and ankles. He slowly shook his head as the painful memory came flooding back -the trial, the whipping…the crucifixion. His last memory was screaming when the first nail went into his wrist.

He must have blacked out, but it couldn’t have been for long. He looked around at the scene before him. In front of him, on the boulder-strewn hillside, a small crowd gathered at a distance to see the latest batch of executions. Several Roman soldiers had their backs to the cross in a strung out semicircular wall, keeping the crowd from getting too close.

Another soldier, looking bored after having settled Jesus’s cross into place, walked back and stood behind the loose his compatriots, watching for any trouble. Jesus looked to either side. Some distance away were other crosses. The man to his left had his head down and eyes closed. The man to his right stared straight up and seemed oblivious to everything around him.

As Jesus watched, a petite figure fought through the crowd right up to one of the soldiers. Her blue shawl gave her away instantly. Jesus, too far away to hear, watched as his mother, Mary, argued intensely with a soldier, gesturing at Jesus. He was shaking his head emphatically. She turned away and slipped back through the crowd, appearing to have lost the argument. What the soldier did not see (but Jesus could, from his elevated perch) was that Mary was simply taking another path to him. She sneaked past the semicircle and began walking quickly toward Jesus’s cross.

Before she got too far, however, the bored soldier grabbed her from behind. Another inaudible argument ensued as Mary squirmed in the soldier’s grasp. Jesus watched powerlessly as his Mary’s face went from angry to pleading. She pointed up at Jesus again. The soldier looked at her, then looked at Jesus. He shrugged his shoulders and spoke briefly, seeming to acquiesce to Mary’s demand. He let her go and she began to move toward Jesus again. The soldier again grabbed her from behind and pointed downwards -no farther than here.

Mary turned in the soldier’s grasp to face Jesus. Anguish and sorrow was written across her face. Jesus looked at his mother, full of compassion. The soldier, in the meantime, had not let Mary out of his grip. As Jesus watched, his hands settled loosely around her waist. So intent was Mary on her son, that she did not notice when the soldier’s left hand slid down to her shapely thigh and began rubbing it in small circles. Jesus could only watch wordlessly. Surely this soldier would never attempt such a thing with the crowds present? As Jesus looked desperately for someone to notice, he saw that the other soldiers had pushed the crowd back, effectively shielding Mary’s molestation.

Slowly, the soldier’s hand began rubbing higher and higher on her thigh. It was as his hand reached into her robe and stroked her bare skin that Mary reacted, turning sharply and smacking at his hand; she said something to which he grinned, but Jesus noticed that he was still rubbing his hand in small circles on her leg. Over the space of ten minutes he edged his hand further upwards until he was almost touching Mary’s crotch.

As his hand slid up and sideways to come to rest directly over Mary’s pussy, her thighs shut around his hand and she snapped her head around to look at him. He simply laughed at the uncomfortable look on her face. Mary turned to look back at Jesus (did he see shame on her face?) and slowly her legs relaxed a little, not much, but enough for the soldier to start sliding his hand up and down on her slit.

Jesus watched as Mary’s legs parted a little wider and the soldier’s hand move more firmly underneath her robe. Before long he was pressing hard enough for her to give a little wriggle as his fingers wandered along her slit. As the minutes passed the soldier grew even bolder, his hand would rub at one particular spot for a space of time before moving on to another spot then moving back to the first spot.

There was no doubt at all that his actions were exciting Mary, even from the cross, Jesus could see the dampness of her pussy juices soaking through robe. Then the soldier took things a step further, slipping a finger into her obviously wet hole. Mary gave a little start, looked the guy in the eyes then said something to him, his reply was accompanied by a wave of his free hand at the crowd, seeming to indicate that no one would see.

Mary looked around desperately, but at the same time, letting her legs open a little further. The soldier laughed and slipped another finger into her. Jesus knew he was finger-fucking her using two fingers. Then he leaned over and said something close to Mary’s ear, she turned her head and looked at him as though he were crazy, her lips clearly forming the word ‘no’, pointing up at Jesus. The soldier looked directly at Jesus and chuckled.

Jesus could see that Mary was getting more excited, her eyelids flickering as small bursts of pleasure washed over her from the actions of soldier’s fingers. Before long he could see that she was hovering on the edge of an orgasm and was biting her lip to hold back the cries of bliss that were bubbling in her throat, as the soldier leaned over and spoke to her again. Whatever he was asking of her Mary replied in the negative again, only this time with a lot less conviction and when he spoke again a few minutes later her response was barely a shake of the head.

With the patience of a cat at a mouse-hole the soldier carried on fingering her pussy, his pace seemed to have slowed and Jesus realized that he was keeping her hovering on the edge of an orgasm until she agreed to whatever it was he was asking her to do. That agreement came only minutes later, as Mary squirmed and leaned back into the soldier breathing heavily. The soldier spoke again and her head came up and she looked at him through eyes glazed with excitement. He repeated his words and Mary nodded her head in weak agreement.

Using his free hand, the soldier worked his belt loose, letting the bottom part of his armor fall at his feet. His erection was clearly visible to Jesus, the soldier’s long thick rod throbbing in the afternoon sun, hen egg sized testicles hanging fatly below. The soldier lifted Mary’s robe as he pushed her forward, causing her to bend at the waist. Hefting his massive cock with one hand and holding Mary steady with the other, he pushed the tip of his meat against her pussy. Jesus could see his mother groaning in obvious ecstasy as the Roman soldier slid his fat dick into her.

Inch by fleshy inch slowly disappeared into Mary’s petite frame as Jesus watched helplessly. The soldier slid his hands up Mary’s robe, groping her large tits as he took her virginity. Finally, the victory was complete. The soldier had successfully stuffed his cock into the former virgin Mary’s pussy, his balls pressed up tightly against her cunt. He was not moving in her, however, just standing motionless. Mary looked back in excited anger.

He said something and her eyes widened. She shook her head, the soldier spoke again and she shook her head again. Jesus could see her face clearly and there were tears bubbling up in her eyes, she looked desperate. The soldier laughed and ended with what looked to be ‘do it’.

Mary faced Jesus again, looked down shamefacedly and then slowly raised herself on his cock. Jesus felt a moment of relief thinking that she had come to her senses and was getting off the soldier’s huge dick, but that relief turned to a gasp of dismay when Mary reversed direction and slid down on his meat again. As she began to rise and fall on his cock, Jesus felt true despair. The soldier was virtually raping Mary yet he was somehow getting her to do all the work. He stood with a look of triumph on his face as Mary began to fuck him in earnest.

After a few minutes of letting Mary fuck herself on his thick appendage, the soldier grasped her around the waist and began to fuck her in earnest, the thrusts coming harder and faster. Jesus could seeing him grunting from the effort as he rammed Mary from behind. Jesus could not tear his gaze away as the soldier’s huge balls slapped against Mary rhythmically. Mary was moving in rhythm with him, eyes closed, clearly orgasming from the large pagan cock inside of her pussy.

Soon, the soldier was pounding Mary like a jackrabbit, his hips almost a blur. He threw his head back and thrust into Mary as deeply as he could and froze. At that moment, Jesus knew the Roman was pumping his thick load deep inside Mary’s formerly holy womb. The orgasm seemed to go on for an eternity, jet after jet of cum, until finally the soldier pulled out, spent. His thick cock, already softening, flopped heavily between his legs. Mary stood with her eyes closed, trembling from the thorough fucking she just received. The soldier looked up at Jesus with an evil grin on his face. Jesus hung his head in shame.

When Jesus opened his eyes a moment later, he saw the soldier still looking up at him. However, the soldier was not looking at Jesus directly. His gaze had drifted lower. Jesus realized with a start that his body had reacted to the graphic fuck scene that had played out in front of him. Even hanging from the cross, the tent in the front of his loincloth was obvious to see. The soldier shook Mary by the shoulder briefly and pointed up at Jesus, saying something. Mary’s gaze followed the soldier’s gesture and her eyes widened at Jesus’s obvious erection.

The soldier said something else and Mary shook her head, trying to back away. The soldier stepped closer to her, placing his hand on her pussy again, rubbing it gently. Mary’s eyelids lowered and soon she was nodding in agreement as she humped his fingers. Without removing his hand, the soldier called out to another nearby guard. The guard wandered over and stopped short at the sight of the half-naked Jewish woman in front of him. The soldier gave some sort of command and the other guard nodded and walked away. He came back shortly with a small ladder. The soldier took Mary by the hand along with the ladder to the foot of Jesus’s cross. Without saying a word, he set up the ladder and gestured to Mary.

Without looking Jesus in the eye, Mary climbed the three steps until she was eye-level with his cock. She wordlessly began to remove his loincloth. Jesus groaned in protest. Mary removed the final layer of cloth and gasped with delight as Jesus’s dick sprang free. Reaching out a small hand, she grasped Jesus’s penis. While nowhere near as thick as the Roman cock, her petite hands only barely encircled his dick. Looking up at Jesus, Mary said softly “I’m sorry.” With that, she slowly began to stroke him. Jesus couldn’t believe his mother actually was jacking him off.

With her other hand, Mary lifted and tenderly squeezed her son’s balls. Mary took his penis into her ravenous mouth. Jesus’s exhausted muscles tensed as he saw and felt his mother’s pretty little mouth on his cock. Mary took in more of the shaft, rubbing the big head against the roof of her mouth. Mary pressed her son’s great cock head against the back of her throat and pushed her face forward, taking him into her throat. Jesus watched in amazed despair as his penis disappeared into his Mom’s esophagus.

Jesus couldn’t hold out any longer. He grunted deeply and began to ejaculate. Sperm sprayed in thick white cables high into the air and splashed down on his mother’s upturned face and hair. Mary aimed his cock meat into her hungry mouth. Semen splattered against the back of her throat, quickly turning the entire inside of her mouth snow-white. She swallowed her son’s seed, loving the salty taste and the feel of the warm cock -cream oozing slowly down her throat and into her belly. Jesus watched Mary greedily suck down his jism, her lips, nose and chin completely coated with it.

Sperm ran down her neck and splashed onto her boobs and shoulders. At last, he stopped ejaculating. Mary shamelessly cleaned her son’s cock with her mouth, sucking down every drop. Mary looked up at Jesus one last time, almost unrecognizable under the thick lines of cum on her face. She climbed down from the ladder, where the soldier was waiting for her. The last time Jesus saw his mother, she was being led off to the other guards, who were eagerly jacking off in anticipation.

THE END