For my eighteenth birthday, my stepbrother decided to gift me a bunch of stuff related to his religion. Being Goth, he thought I needed to be converted and that these gifts would help with that. Little did he know, I was about to show him just how much I appreciated his thoughtfulness.
I received a Bible, a crucifix, and some other religious items. I glared at the pile of gifts on my bed and sighed. Why did he have to be so clueless? Just because I dressed differently and listened to different music didn't mean I needed saving. But what could I do with them?
Spitting on the Bible was out of the question. I had more creative ideas up my sleeve. Picking it up, I pressed my lips on the pages, leaving a smear of my lipstick on them. Then, I brought the crucifix close to my dripping wet pussy and rubbed it between the folds, letting out a soft moan at the added sensation.
I couldn't help but feel some pleasure from those holy objects, despite myself. Maybe there was something to this whole conversion thing after all... or maybe not.
Deciding to take things further, I undressed completely and straddled the crucifix, sliding the long end into my tight ass while grinding my pussy against it. Panting heavily, I felt my climax building up inside me. "Oh fuck... little Jesus..." I moaned, my voice shaking with anticipation.
With one hand firmly holding onto the cross, I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit rapidly, feeling the intense pleasure coursing through me. "Oh God!" I gasped, my orgasm exploding within me as I felt the holy wooden cock twitching inside my asshole.
All thoughts of conversion disappeared as I leaned back, catching my breath. What else could I do with this boring old Bible and crucifix? They were just lying there, taunting me with their lack of excitement.
I knew just what to do. Slowly pulling down my panties, I wiggled my ass at the crucifix until it was fully exposed. I squatted over the Bible and plopped out a nice, large turd onto it's pages, smiling wickedly as I felt the warmth spread through my naked body.
Then, holding the shit-covered Bible up in one hand, I moved the crucifix closer and smeared some of my shit onto it, laughing maniacally as I did so. The naughty thoughts running through my mind were so dirty that even I blushed at them.
Finally, I placed the shit-covered Bible on the crucifix, sandwiching them together between my hands. The lewd and depraved sight before me filled me with an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
I smiled to myself, wondering what my stepbrother would say if he saw what I had done to his precious gifts. Of course, that only made me want to experiment more. After all, who knew what other naughty things these holy objects could inspire in me?
