Jesus, Melinda And The Undead

Melinda floated right through the solid brick wall of her bedroom and gasped. She was outside. Her heart lodged in her throat and she whirled around. "What the hell?"

"Careful dear, the undead aren't supposed to curse."

She looked up. A man in a tuxedo with black wings attached to his back sat on her porch steps, a fedora tipped over one eye.

"Aren't you early for Halloween, Dracula? And what do you mean 'undead'?"

"My dear, you flatter me. I'm Luther, your guardian angel."

Melinda shook her head, trying to rattle the confusion from her brain. 'Maybe I drank too many daiquiris last night,' she thought. 'I'm hallucinating vampires now.'

"Madame, I am no vampire."

She jerked her head up, stunned. "Did you just read my mind? First the weird wall thing and now this. Christ, what's happening to me?"

"Don't bother asking him. Jesus is antisocial. I mean, the whole turning water into wine trick. Very overrated is our friend, Jesus."

"Stop babbling and tell me what the hell is going on."

"There you go again with that H word." Luther moved quickly toward her, and Melinda ran from him, when all of a sudden, she was flying.

Luther flew up to her and grabbed her hand, bringing her gently down to the ground. "Perhaps you should wait a bit before testing your wings, my girl."

"Wings? What the..." Melinda touched her body and felt soft feathery appendages protruding out of her back. She screamed. Then shivered. Touching her wings made her lower parts moist.

Luther laughed. "That's right, little angel. Wings are erogenous zones."

The dark angel placed one finger on her wingtip and curled it beneath a feather.

"Oh god, that's exquisite. Luther, please...don't stop." Melinda had no idea why she let Luther touch her. She was never so available to men.

Luther did stop and laughed, gazing into Melinda's eyes.

"We'll open those gates of heaven later, and you'll be surprised at just how pearly they can be."

"Is this where I am then? Heaven? Am I dead?" Melinda said as she tried to calm herself.

"Didn't you believe it when people said you make your own heaven and hell right here on Earth? We angels share the space of the living. Once they die, we can wake them up.

I've been watching you for years. Stroking myself to the beauty of your naked body as you change clothes. Imagining it was me taking you instead of that old milksop you call a boyfriend. And now here you are, all ripe and freshly undead. I bet you need a good fucking."

Luther caressed Melinda's hair and pulled her toward him, flashing bits of her past, from his mind to hers: her first kiss, the first man she had sex with.

"Oh my god, you are such a perve!" she cried. "But, then, I..I'm uh…really dead?" Melinda cried on Luther's tuxedo jacket.

Luther searched for a handkerchief, pulled out dental floss, a lint covered candy cane and finally a crumpled up white hankie. He tried to pass it to her, but Melinda shook her head dubiously.

"You aren't dead, my girl. You're undead. I've been waiting for you. Once your life ended, I brought you here, to me, for me."

"Have you lost your mind? Oh, that's obvious. Of course you have. If I'm not dead and not alive, I want to check everything out. Haunt guys who dumped me, stalk famous people and fly around the world. I'm not sticking around with you, Luther."

Melinda rose up and spread her wild, white wings, flying high and shrieking as she soared away from Luther.

Luther admired the full, round curves of her ass as Melinda clumsily rode the turbulence of air pockets. He stroked his wings until they were stiff iron peaks. The dark angel gasped as his erect wings shed black feathers over the ground. The feathers flew off into the air, transporting his orgasm aloft to mountains, through fields and finally plunging into the dark swirling rapids of a river. He sang Cream's Sunshine of Your Love and played air guitar to an imaginary crowd, hearing their applause in his head, and taking a deep bow.

Melinda cried as she flew, passing through clouds into star-slivered patches of sky. She couldn't believe she was no longer alive, but not dead either. She watched the lights in tall buildings blink out and realized she was completely alone.

Luther flew up beside her. "You're not alone, Melinda. I'm here. And there are others like us. A whole community of angels for you to meet and love, my girl."

At that moment, a small man in tutu and pink wings flew by. "Jesus is having a party. All undead invited. Pass it on." He screeched along, pink fluff fluttering in his wake.

"Who was that?" Melinda asked.

"That was Degas. He always had a ballerina fetish. He's just one of a myriad of angels you can get to know.

"Shall we follow? Would you like to meet Jesus? I'm sure he's arranged this whole party just to meet the new angel."

"Meet Jesus? That's an opportunity I never expected to have. Let's go."

He grabbed Melinda, fondled her breasts. She squealed and flew up past the skyscrapers. He rushed up along behind her and grabbed her ass as they soared above the clouds.

"Get off me you old lech. What do you think I am, a slut?"

"Sorry, flying always makes me horny. And yes, Melinda, I do think you're a slut. All angels are. You just haven't discovered your inner angel. But trust me. You'll love her."

"Trust you? Not on your life...um ...death." Melinda spotted a rooftop patio strung with lanterns and tikki candles.

"I assume this is where we're going?"

"Yes, Jesus and his disciples are so kitschy. Can you believe? I mean, a Hawaiian luau! How tacky! How 20th century!"

"Peace be with you! Greetings!" A man dressed in a flowing robe with a a pink lei made walked up to them. His wings were white but silver-edged.

"Holy cats, is that Jesus?"

"Nah, that's his disciple, Thomas. Everyone mixes them up and Tommy uses it to his advantage to seduce naïve girls like you. Jesus will make an entrance later, such a drama queen."

Thomas hugged Luther and tried to do the same with Melinda, but she walked away, grabbing a Mai Tai from another white robed man.

Luther trotted along behind her and snatched the drink away.

"Don't drink anything without talking to me first. Some of these guys think it's fun to spike the drink of the newest angel and watch how she reacts. Ever since John baptized Jesus, the disciple has acted strangely. Best stay away from any concoction he prepares. And beware of Judas when you see him. He's a tattletale. Come on, we'll find our host."

They came to a homeless man, seated on a rock in the corner, panhandling for change. Melinda sighed. She had no money, but if she had she'd have given him some.

"Aren't you going to ignore him? That's what most humans do when they see such a mangy old character."

"Well, no. If I have spare change, I don't see the harm in giving it to somebody who is down on his luck. If I had lived, who knows? I could have lost my job. It could have happened to me."

The man rose up. Melinda heard music. Orange light swirled as he stood.

"Dang you, Jesus. Must you show off? I can never get the girl when you're around."

The man laughed and took Melinda's hand. "So you're the new angel all the disciples are fondling their dicks over. I'd heard you were a beauty, and for once, my disciples didn't lie. Compassionate too. Just what I like in an angel."

Melinda blushed as she gazed into Jesus' gold-flecked, blue eyes. He took her hand and placed his on her back, caressing her feathers. A crowd gathered round to watch Jesus work his miracles.

Melinda felt her body respond. 'Do the undead experience little deaths?' she mused to herself. Jesus' fingers swirled and dove into her feathers, tugging on them until her nipples were erect. He pumped his hands slowly in and out of her wings, taking deep and shallow strokes.

Luther sulked, but couldn't resist pulling out his cock, which had grown erect as he watched Jesus bring Melinda to orgasm, using just his hands. 'He's got the whole world in his hands,' Luther hummed quietly.

An angel with tattered brown wings positioned himself at Luther's feet, taking his cock down his throat. "That's right little sparrow, stay there while I come."

The pleasant sucking of the angel tugging his penis erect combined with Melinda's thoughts aroused him.

'I want this man. I want him to make love to me,' Melinda thought.

He realized that if he were reading her thoughts, so too, was Jesus. Jesus knew, just as he did, that Melinda's cunt was wet and that she wanted him. Of course, Jesus could read Luther's thoughts too. Luther's eyes narrowed as Jesus eyes met his. Jesus chuckled.

"Come my child. I think you need to worship me," Jesus said.

"You're right, Luther. I am a slut," thought Melinda, looking directly at him and sticking her tongue out.

As they walked away from the party, Judas rushed over to the couple.

"Uh, Jesus, my lord, I don't mean to disturb you."

"What is it now, Judas?" Jesus said, sighing in frustration.

"Aren't you coming to supper?"

"Oh that's right. I forgot about the supper. I'm sorry Melinda, looks like we'll have to take a rain check."

"I guess I'm your consolation prize, Melinda," Luther said, gleefully rubbing his wings together.

Melinda stared at him coldly and then flew away. Surely she could find a hot young accident victim to resurrect.