God
Is Horny
by Sterling
Part 2 of 3
"Kristin, Kristin," I said gently, shaking the girl's shoulder.
She
turned and open her eyes groggily. Realizing that a strange man was
sitting on the edge of her bed in the middle of the night, she bolted
upright and shied away, eyes wide.
"Don't be frightened, Kristin," I said. "I know you have prayed for me,
and I'm here to answer your prayers."
"Jesus?" she whispered.
I
smiled. I had chosen a body that looked quite a bit like some famous
artistic representations of the man. Long brown hair, brown eyes,
prominent nose, peaceful countenance.
"Yes, my child."
"Why... What... I can't..."
"Come here and kiss me," I said, pointing at my cheek.
"How
do I know you're really Him?" Devout as she might be, having the Son of
God appear by her bedside was on the face of it far more unlikely than
some rapist invading her home at night.
I smiled. A very good question. I manufactured a halo around my head.
She
looked at it in wonder, then drew her knees up under her to reach a
kneeling position, staying at some distance. She steepled her hands and
bowed in prayer.
"That's very nice," I said. "But what I'd like you to do is give me a
kiss."
She hesitated.
"Do you love the Lord with all your heart?"
"Yes,
yes," she said. "Please forgive me, I just didn't expect..." Heart
pounding, she leaned forward and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"Now,
on the lips," I said. I gently kissed the lips she proffered. She then
made to withdraw, but I put my right hand behind her head to indicate
my desire for her to stay and I continued kissing her, slowly and
gently. She responded.
Kristin had never done such a thing
before. She had taken The Pledge and was saving herself for marriage.
Making out was a temptation, she knew. As the seconds rolled by and the
kisses continued, I could tell she was starting to get aroused.
I pulled back and smiled at her. "You liked how that felt?"
She blushed a little. "Oh, I'm sorry, sir -- I mean -- your holi..."
"'God' will do just fine," I said.
"Dear... God, forgive me for feelings of the flesh," she said humbly.
"Sometimes those feelings are healthy. Let me see you as you really
are, without clothes."
She hesitated just a moment, looking uncomfortable, then stripped
completely. Her God had commanded it!
"Kneel here on the bed in front of me, the rest of you upright," I said.
She dutifully walked on her knees into position.
"You are beautiful," I said, reaching out my right hand slowly to cup
her left breast, small but perfect in every respect.
She showed the barest impulse of pulling back, but controlled it.
Soon
both of my hands were freely gliding all over her front, from shoulders
to hips, breasts, and then brushing over her tuft of pubic hair.
"Kristin," I said, "It is my will to lie with you tonight. But it is a
request, not a command."
"I
took the Pledge," she said, partly to herself. "And I have been taught
that it is sin, but... if you are God, of course I want to do Thy will!
Please forgive my hesitation and initial doubt, O God."
"Forgiven," I said. "Your Lord knows how unusual this must seem."
Kristin
lay back on her bed, legs spread, hands up at her sides, face as
beatific as she could manage. She undoubtedly expected I would glide
into her with as much dignity as the human mating act allowed and
unburden myself of my seed, all the while retaining the divine demeanor
befitting the halo around my head.
I tossed off my robe,
exposing my hard, ready organ. She gave it a glimpse and swallowed.
Instead of mounting her for a gentle, missionary position union, I lay
beside her and began covering her with kisses: cheek, ear, neck, and
lips. My hands glided all over breasts and stomach, homing in quickly
on her pussy. It was moist, and my fingers quickly found her slit, then
her clit, and the moist quickly turned to wet.
"You're tempting me into lust," she said, embarrassed. "I'm trying to
resist but I don't think I am strong enough, God."
I chuckled. "I would like you to give in to your sexual arousal, to let
your womanly self come to the fore and enjoy yourself."
She
looked at me for one moment, then let her breathing quicken and
relaxed. I dove with my head to her right nipple and sucked on it
ravenously. I reveled in her virgin femininity for a long time. I had
taken enough time that she was long since fully aroused and dripping. I
rolled over on top of her.
I locked eyes with her as I started
pressing my cock against her pussy opening. This was the moment I had
been looking forward to most. This was a healthy girl whose sexuality
was fully awakened, ready for first penetration and intercourse. She
was also a devout girl who had been taught that sex was at heart
sinful, at best a necessity for procreation within marriage. And now
she believed that the Lord her God had Himself appeared and commanded
her to sexuality, and lustful sexuality at that. Her expression was
priceless.
With hymen gone she felt no pain as I glided into
her. She responded as quite the hot little bunny as I reached my depth
and my strokes became regular. Unsure just what noises she might make,
I reached through Godspace to put her parents and four siblings who
shared this house into an especially deep sleep. I then began pounding
with abandon into her sopping cunt. Within minutes she rose to her
first climax, moaning, "Oh God, oh God!" on her way to a genuine
shriek. Her invocation of my name was more in the spirit of an
expletive than direct address -- not that I could have cared less.
It
was the first orgasm of her life, but that didn't stop her from rising
again. I adjusted my pressure, speed, and angle to what I knew from
long experience would trigger another mind-wrenching orgasm in a girl
like her. After half an hour I decided to end this heavenly interlude
with my own orgasm, and increased my depth and speed to match that of
any irreverent man who relished the animal passion of sex. My hot,
hard, and wide penis finally reflected my climax by shooting jets of
divine cum up into her cunt. "Oh, Kristin!" I managed. I slowed but
held her to me, this young virgin who had just made love to God.
After enjoying her body, trembling with emotion, I donned my robe once
more and sat on the side of the bed.
"You are truly blessed," I said.
"Should I tell people about You?" she asked from her passionate
confusion.
"I wouldn't advise it. I will make myself known in my own good time."
I
relished that experience with Kristin and repeated it with her. I also
replicated it worldwide, though there were only a few hundred
attractive young Christian virgins who were devout enough -- and,
frankly, gullible enough -- to believe that God Himself had decided to
screw them with animal lust.
"Kelly,
you're acting a little different lately. What's up?" asked Sarah
Pulsifer. She was 23 and God had been fucking her every week or so for
months, and it was very hard to keep quiet about it. Lately she noticed
that 19-year-old Kelly had changed. She was quieter and more devout
than ever.
Kelly hesitated a moment as they walked. "Umm, no, nothing," she said,
though she was obviously uncomfortable.
"I just wondered about whether you had any... unusual dreams, or
anything."
Kelly gulped. Sarah had the sense that she was onto something.
"Well, some are unusual, but I hadn't thought much about it."
"See, I've had these dreams that God Himself came into my room and
visited me at night."
Kelly stopped dead in her tracks and stared. "Yes, I've had dreams like
that!"
"And ... some of my dreams get sort of embarrassing."
"Mine too!"
"Like how?"
"Like ... He asks me to take my clothes off!" Suddenly worried she had
revealed too much, she continued, "Silly dream!"
But Sarah was not fooled. "And then he asks you to get physical with
him?"
"Yes! And he's very ... earthy about it. I guess it's my inner lusty
self expressing itself in dreams."
But Sarah and Kelly had locked eyes, and they both knew.
"In my dream," Sarah said, "He told me not to tell anyone and that he
would reveal himself in good time."
"Mine too!"
"And another very curious thing. There is no extra ... mess where I
would expect one."
"It truly is the Lord," whispered Kelly.
They discovered that three other young women in their church had had
similar "dreams."
Robin
couldn't keep the secret. She spoke openly of what was happening to her
and said the other four had had similar experiences. This put Kelly,
Sarah and the other two in an uncomfortable position. Their God had
told them not to disclose their liaisons. But God hadn't told them to
lie under direct questioning. When they prayed, He gave no guidance.
But whatever they did, they knew that nothing would be the same again.
"So
tell us again, Robin," asked the psychiatrist, "When did these
hallucinations begin?" Robin sat in one chair, the good doctor in
another one facing her. Standing behind him hovered the social worker,
the charge nurse and the student. All four were examining her like a
bug.
"They are not hallucinations," Robin explained tiredly.
"OK, when did these nighttime visits begin?"
"Five weeks ago, on Tuesday."
"And would you tell us what happens?"
"No, I will not! Not with all these people here. Besides, I've already
told you. Once was enough!"
"We
can't help you, Robin, until you can face up to these hallucinations
and delusions. You say you have multiple orgasms when the good Lord
visits you?" His professional demeanor just couldn't mask the
titillation he felt.
Robin turned a bit pink but didn't answer. The doctor's retinue behind
him shifted uneasily.
"You
understand that dreams are a way that we work through sexual feelings?
Especially for a girl whose religion teaches that she shouldn't have
any such feelings."
Robin sighed, but didn't speak.
Despite
her hallucinations and delusions, no one could claim Robin was a threat
to herself or anyone else, and the insurance only covered a week of
hospitalization, so they had to let her go.
"Sarah, you have been a good daughter, a fine young woman who has never
strayed from the Way," began the Reverend Pulsifer.
"I have tried, father."
"And you have never lied to me before."
"I have ... occasionally. For which I have asked God for forgiveness.
But I am not lying now."
"And you are telling me that God comes to you in the night and has
carnal relations with you?"
"Yes."
"Over and over, week after week?"
"Yes."
"You
and the other four girls, week after week." The Reverend Pulsifer was
seething. "Sarah, I have prayed long and hard about this, and I regret
what I am about to do, but I feel I must."
Sarah looked at him, suddenly frightened.
"Lift your dress and bend over my knee!"
"Father!"
"Do as I command!"
"No!"
"Are you disobeying the command of your own father?" the Reverend
growled in a low, threatening tone.
Stunned, trembling, and frightened, Sarah lifted her dress and lay over
her father's knee.
The man's hand slapped against the girl's butt through her panties,
increasing in force, over and over.
"You
will not lie to your father... Do you understand?" The Reverend paused
after a dozen brutal whacks. "Do you understand?" he yelled.
Sarah was defeated and felt helpless -- almost. "Dear God, please don't
desert me now," she whispered.
"What did you say?" bellowed the Reverend.
"I asked God not to desert me," she repeated in a monotone, resigned.
"How dare you! How dare you!"
The Reverend dragged Sarah roughly to her feet and with a murderous
rage slammed his fist into her face so hard it drew blood.
"Daddy!" she whimpered, "Please!"
The
Reverend wound up for another blow, but it never landed. A man who
looked remarkably like Jesus Christ suddenly materialized out of
nowhere and caught his wrist and crushed it. Sarah heard the bone snap.
Jesus threw the Reverend face down on the floor, then landed with his
knees on his back.
"You are no minister," Jesus growled. "You
are the scum of the Earth! These girls are telling the truth, and if
you or anyone raises a hand against them again, you will be very, very
sorry, do you understand?"
The terrified Reverend gave a brief nod. They heard his wife's hurried
steps, and she peeked her head around the corner.
Jesus
then turned to Sarah, smiled, and held out his arms. Sarah raced to
him, bursting into tears, and he enfolded her. The Reverend and his
wife looked on, beyond astonished. After a minute, he said to her
gently, "I have to go now, Sarah." As she drew away he pointed his hand
at her cheek and the gash knit together without seam or scar, then he
gave her a gentle kiss. Tiredly he turned to the Reverend and pointed
his finger. The Reverend winced once and held his wrist, which he would
soon discover was no longer broken.
OK,
OK, I really lost my cool. It was hard enough to watch my girls
humiliated and scorned and called wannabe sluts and whores. But when
her father drew blood on Sarah's cheek, I had had enough.
Within
the church, there was doubt and turmoil, then belief. Why would five
girls make up such an embarrassing story? Why would the Reverend admit
to such humiliation? Why would the Reverend, his wife, and his daughter
all agree completely in their recounting of such a strange drama?
Aside
from the daytime appearance of Jesus, the same sequence of events was
repeated in other Christian communities throughout the world. I hadn't
gotten involved in other denominations -- only the Christians among
major faiths were open to the idea of God reappearing among them on
Earth in such a literal fashion, so it was only among them that I had
the delicious experience of seducing their girls in secret.
Editorial by Ernest Fallon, prominent Evangelical theologian:
"Our
movement and indeed the entire world faces a crisis. The world may not
believe it yet, but a being with supernatural powers walks among us
here on Earth once again. He performs feats with no possible scientific
explanation. He claims to be God.
"However, his main activity
seems to be materializing in the bedrooms of our young women at night
and convincing them to have sexual relations. All reports from our
young women are that he encourages sexual wantonness in them and
experiences it himself.
"Our God would do no such thing. This is
Satan! We didn't think Satan was so fixed on sexual relations, but
perhaps his purposes are as inscrutable as Our Lord's. But from where I
sit, I say that the Devil himself walks among us once more.
"Whether
Old Scratch allows this to be published I do not know. Whether he will
torture me here on Earth or claim my immortal soul for the fires of
hell, I do not know. But I speak the truth as I see it.
"It is Satan, not Our Lord Jesus Christ, who walks among us. It is our
duty to resist."
Rebuttal Editorial by Sarah Pulsifer
"I
agree with Reverend Fallon that a Being with supernatural powers walks
among us on Earth. I agree that we must not assume that this Being is
God just because He says so. I understand that men of good will can
question whether He might be Satan. I know that Satan can seduce us
with fine things here on Earth in exchange for our immortal souls.
"But
this Being comes to me in the night. He is kind. He brings me to
pleasures I never dreamed of. Everything in His behavior speaks of life
and love. Hundreds of girls report identical experiences. It is of
great interest that dozens of girls report being visited by Him and
declining His attentions. He has always left them with friendly
courtesy, and has never imposed His will on them.
"I am one of
very few who has seen Him in the daylight, in the witness of others: my
father and mother. He saved me from disfiguring blows from my angry
father; maybe he saved my life. Now my father and mother also believe
He is Our Lord.
"Throughout history good Christians have
disagreed on the purposes of our Lord. We should have the humility to
recognize that perhaps we were all wrong.
"I think we should
welcome Him and as much as possible seek to carry out His will. So far,
He has made requests of only a small group of young women. I encourage
any who are asked to accept. If He makes other requests of other people
and they are as life-affirming as what He asked of me, I hope you will
accept as well."
Editorial in the New York Times.
"The
history books are full of the reports of supernatural phenomena. None
of the UFO sightings or ESP reports have held up under scrutiny.
Reports of religious miracles have been frequent, but conveniently none
has been open to validation by independent observers.
"It is
relatively rare for anyone to claim that God himself moves among us
here on Earth, performing miracles. This Don Juan Deity phenomenon is
truly extraordinary in a number of respects. First, the young women who
report his attentions are from all parts of the world, and their
stories match closely. Second, the steamy sexual encounters are very
embarrassing to these young women, who have generally been among the
most devout in any group. The encounters are against the moral code
that these women so fervently believed in. Third, and most interesting,
is the report from would-be assassins. Among those who believe that Don
Juan is the devil, dozens of individuals have tried to kill the girls,
believing them to be in the power of the Devil. And just as the girls
report the same pattern, the would-be assassins report their own
identical pattern. On their first attempt, they are simply physically
prevented from shooting the gun or wielding the knife or deploying the
poison. On their second, they are given a very painful experience in
addition to being prevented from carrying out their murderous deeds.
Those few who try a third time have been maimed.
"We cannot say
that God walks among us. But we do feel certain that an extraordinary
supernatural phenomenon is upon us. It is a time for all of us to
reexamine our most deeply held beliefs."
Did
I know things would get out of hand like this? I had all the
information on how you humans would react. I knew the girls couldn't
keep quiet forever, and I knew that they would be persecuted.
What
I didn't know was myself. While I have studied billions of humans,
there is only one of me, and my recent behavior is unprecedented. I did
not know how strong my sexual hunger could be. I did not know how much
dissatisfaction I would feel seducing women under false pretenses as
Mr. Right. I did not know how much I would crave approaching women with
honesty, as God. True, I wasn't the same God they believed in, but it
was close enough. And then I didn't know how much I would feel
protective of them, and how I would feel the need to deflect the very
numerous attempts on their lives.
One fine day at midnight, GMT,
inscriptions appeared in thousands of places around the world, in
hundreds of languages. The English version was:
"Yes, I am God
and I am among you here on Earth. I see and hear everything, and my
power is such that none can stand against me. Your religions are all
wrong in detail but all have good points. All I ask of you is to be
kind to one another.
"I now seek sexual relations with many
women. Be especially kind to those women who I have consorted with, for
they are especially blessed.
"My ultimate purposes shall remain my own."
So there it was, out in the open, in black and white. I was free to
intervene in the world without needing to cover my tracks.
Some
human suffering was easy enough to eliminate. Straightforward wars and
brutal crimes ceased. Wife beaters and child abusers quickly discovered
that those crimes would be tolerated no longer. Slaves were set free.
Other
areas presented slippery slopes. Employers with workers living under
miserable conditions held their breaths, but I did not intervene. How
far could I take economic justice without removing dynamic tension from
society? Owners of dirty coal-fired power plants slept fitfully for a
while. But how could I take on an issue like global warming without
completely upending civilization?
When
God announced his presence on Earth, highly religious girls sought ways
to serve him. They suggested a number of possibilities. One successful
one was communion.
Twenty naked young women knelt, sitting back
on their feet, heads bowed and hands clasped in prayer. I too was naked
with a fine, large cock that was, for the moment, flaccid.
The
ceremony began when I approached the woman on the end of the line.
"Rise, my child," I said. As she did, I placed my hand on her head, and
she asked quietly, "Oh Heavenly Father, am I worthy to receive
communion?"
I hefted one breast, then the other, and pinched her
nipples between my fingers. Then as she spread her legs, I spread her
nether lips from Godspace and then slid my middle finger up her pussy
and wiggled it around. I like sticking my finger up a pussy. Then I
almost always said, "Yes, you are worthy."
She then got down on
her knees. By then I was hard, and she took me in her mouth. She looked
up at me in adoration as she bobbed up and down and licked with her
tongue while caressing my balls and shaft with her hands. I moaned my
pleasure and let it build rapidly, then unburdened my balls of a bit of
sperm, which the young woman swallowed. "Bless you," I panted.
It
was on to the next girl. "Oh Heavenly Father, am I worthy to receive
communion?" More breasts, another middle finger up another pussy, and
another blow job.
Jolie was lounging in her living room as the 11pm news was finishing.
She jumped when she heard, "Hello, Jolie," from the hallway. Her doors
were locked and she lived alone.
"Who's there?" she asked, heart pounding.
"Just God," said the strange voice, slowly appearing around the corner.
"You're... Oh, my God! ... I mean," she said, pulling back into the
sofa.
"Yes, Jolie, it's just little old me. I think you are so beautiful...
and I'd like to make love with you."
Jolie felt a gentle vibration against her clitoris inside her panties.
"No
pregnancy, no disease, and a guaranteed good time," he said, the
vibration surging noticeably for a moment. Do you think I'm sexy?" he
asked.
He certainly was that, with his short dark hair, intense brown eyes and
square jaw. He was perhaps 6'3" and muscular.
"Can I say no, or are you just going to take me anyway?"
"You
can say no and I will respect your wishes." The instant he said that,
the vibration between her legs stopped, though it started again slowly.
She knew from the news reports that God hadn't taken anyone against her
will, but wanted to hear it for herself.
The man sidled over slowly and sat close beside her on the sofa.
"What do you say, Jolie," he said softly. "Just a kiss?"
He
leaned in towards her, and his masculine presence made her tingle. His
hand was on her cheek, gently turning it towards him. She could easily
have turned away, but she didn't. As his lips met hers she felt her
feminine hunger burst into flames. She eagerly kissed him back.
Sensing
her enthusiasm, he parted her robe to reveal the nightshirt within,
then lifted the shirt until her breasts showed. With one hand he
massaged a breast and squeezed her nipple. He lowered his head to suck
enthusiastically while the displaced hand slid down to her knees, then
up between her thighs, rapidly reaching her wet panties. She couldn't
believe how quickly she had gotten aroused. She was eager for his cock
up her cunt! The unprecedented edge to her desire made that crude word
come to her mind.
"You want to go to the bedroom?" she asked breathlessly.
"If
you'd like," he said, rising from her and pulling her hips and legs up
onto the couch. He seemed eager to consummate their union right there
on the couch, and her hunger was such that she wasn't going to argue
with him.
She lay on her back, with legs spread, one knee up in
the air resting against the sofa back, the other hanging over the edge.
Her clothing just disappeared, something the news reports covered as
well. He was naked too.
She saw that his erect organ was large
and another thrill took her. Of her boyfriends, Carl had had a big one,
and she had gotten used to being filled up with it. None of her men
since had measured up. The size of God's cock was very appealing!
He
nudged it against her opening and pressed gently. Her wet flesh parted
for him, engulfing him. Her pussy thrilled to that familiar sensation.
He was even a little thicker than Carl! The vibrations against her clit
increased and she felt God's cock pressing her tissues back and forth.
Seeing his handsome face and body moved her. Somehow he was using a
lens to focus all her pleasure on one spot in her brain, and when the
focus was established she burst into orgasmic convulsions the like of
which she had never felt before. She loved feeling God pumping away as
an accompaniment to her fading climax. She did not stay quiescent for
long, though, as that magical clitoral vibration picked up again and
the man's cock pounded her with abandon.
She saw him looking her
up and down greedily, attending especially to that spot where his prong
was piercing her, shaft pumping in and out urgently.
"Oh, Jolie
... mmmm, oh, yes, unnnhhh!" he called out as he approached and then
reached orgasm. She followed him with perfect timing to her second
climax, sensing his ecstasy and feeling his member twitching inside
her. He slowly pulled out and lay on top of her. After a few minutes he
sat up.
"So, did you enjoy that?" he asked.
Jolie nodded dreamily.
"Great! But now I must be going."
"Can I see you again?"
The man grinned. "Say your prayers, and we'll see."
Jolie
daydreamed of God revealed as her perfect man and the magnificent sex
they had shared. She took a bath the next evening, and after drying
herself lay naked on her bed, legs spread wide. She massaged herself,
feeling aroused and horny, missing him.
She remembered what he'd
said about prayers, so with a chuckle she intoned, "Oh God, I wish you
were here to make love to me again!"
The man instantly materialized above her on the bed, naked with cock
twitching.
"Oh, shit!" she said with astonishment.
The man smiled. "Were you serious?"
"Yes, oh yes!" Jolie cried.
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than his warm, hard meat
stuffed her in a very satisfying manner and he pounded away.
"You're
so sexy," he growled, his pumping getting more and more urgent. She
rose to her climax and had her urgent release of high pleasure just as
he grunted and held his huge meat deep in her, twitching.
Within half a minute he was gone.
She
came to consciousness in the morning feeling warm and cozy. Memories of
the night before came to her with a thrill, and she decided she'd see
how much her luck held. Lying on her side, she pulled her panties down
and flipped the covers off.
"Oh, dear God," she said, smiling. "Would you do me a quickie from the
rear?"
She felt a weight on the bed behind her and the hard cock surged
inside. "Come any time," she murmured.
She
hadn't been expecting anything for herself, but something wet and warm
massaged her clit urgently, and ten strokes later, God punched into her
very deep, his tip hitting the end of her pussy. It caused a flash of
pain, and at the same instant she had a sharp orgasm.
He disappeared and she fell asleep for a few more minutes.
When she got up later, she saw the little wet spot from the morning's
fuck and a stain from the one the night before.
"I pray that these stains get removed," she said. They instantly
vanished!
She
looked down at herself and saw a little semen drying on the inside of
her left thigh, a little moisture around her pussy lips. "I pray for
you to clean me up so I am ready for work!" She felt a little tickle
and pressure, and she was clean! She rubbed her finger through her slit
and raised it to her nose -- as innocuous as ever!
Excited, she
went to the living room sofa, seeing there was a little stain from
their first night of sex. "I pray for you to clean that up." It
vanished.
In the kitchen she shut her eyes and said, "I pray for a cup of
coffee." Nothing happened.
"I pray for a western omelette! I pray for fresh strawberries!" Nothing
happened.
She
opened her wallet. "I pray for a thousand dollars! All right, what
about a five!" Still nothing happened. "OK, can I have a penny?" A
shiny penny appeared in her hand.
Aside from the occasional joke
like the penny, she found that he wouldn't answer most prayers. But he
would help her clean up from sex, and would meet her every sexual whim.
She tried swallowing some of his cum, which really tasted wonderful --
like sweetened milk with delicate spices, she thought.
She had
another thought as she lay naked one morning. "I pray for a lacy blue
bra, and a pair of silky fishnet stockings." That request too was
granted, and she was so happy she invited him to come fuck her right
then, which he did.
"Can't you stay the night?" she asked one
time as he lay heaving next to her, recovering from delivering a big
load of cum -- she had prayed for an especially big load.
He
turned to her and stroked her cheek. "No," he said softly, "that's not
something I can do." He had stayed overnight with Becky many months
before but didn't do that any more.
"Why not?"
He gave an enigmatic smile. "God works in mysterious ways."
She
had been thinking of doing some speed dating, maybe checking out some
of those newer online sites, but somehow she didn't get to it. She had
found Jesus. She had let Him into her heart -- and her pussy.
Erica came up behind her mother Carla as she perused the internet.
"Mom, can I ask you something?"
"Just a minute... there! Sure, honey, what's up?"
"You know about this God stuff?"
"Yeah," her mother said, a small twinge of fear going through her.
"You know how like girls will pray and he'll show up in their bedrooms?"
Her
mother looked at Erica. How could she possibly have grown up so fast?
She was 14, and had looked like a woman since she was 11. She had
gotten her period at -- what was it, age 9? Yes. She was pretty heavy,
though -- they tried getting her to watch what she ate and to exercise,
but it didn't do much good. She wasn't blessed with a very pretty face
either. She had a largish nose, prominent eyebrows and a certain lack
of symmetry.
"I don't understand why they do that. It's not right," her mother said.
"They say it feels really good."
"I'm
sure it does. But they're still going to fall in love with him and feel
crushed when he can't be their one and only man. It's no different just
because he's God.
"They say you can keep praying and he'll keep coming back."
"Yeah,
I heard that, but only for more sex. He's just interested in their
bodies!" Her mother paused. "You wouldn't do that when you get that
age, would you?"
Erica shifted and didn't speak right away, and her mother had a little
flutter of panic.
"No,
I guess not," she said. "But I don't know what you think 'that age' is.
Two girls in my class have already done it, and that's just the two I
know about!"
"I don't think it's a good idea, and I am not giving you permission, if
that's what you're asking."
Erica shifted. "Would you hate me if I did it?" she asked, tearing up a
little.
Carla
sighed and the wind shifted in her sails. You can't shut kids out or
you'll make them keep secrets from you. "No, of course not," she said.
"You can tell me anything. I may think it's a bad idea, but I'll still
love you and respect you."
Erica looked at her mom. "I've prayed, mom. Over and over. And he never
comes to me. I'm too ugly!"
That
put a different slant on things. "No, I'm sure that's not it." Carla
wasn't sure at all. There had been a line buried in one of those new
stories that he went for the pretty girls.
"Are you saying I'm not ugly?"
"No,
you're not ugly! Not at all! Maybe the fashion magazines wouldn't take
you, and maybe the superficial guys won't go for you, if they're too
worried about peer pressure. But there are plenty of boys who think
you're very attractive." She paused a moment, then said heatedly, "I
can't help it if God is shallow. You deserve better! And I'm very
annoyed that this God person does it with underage girls. He's a damned
pedophile! Pardon my language."
"Mom, God's listening all the time!"
Carla
started. Parents used to try to convince kids of that when it wasn't
true, and now that it was so obviously true, the roles were reversed.
She said, "God, if you're listening, I know your purposes are hidden
from us and all, and I trust you know what you're doing." Actually, she
didn't trust that this God was up to any good at all. "That's just the
way it seems to me, OK?" Now as for her daughter... how could she put
this?
"Like I said, God's purposes are mysterious. Maybe he's
saving you for something better. Or maybe you're just lucky that you
aren't getting your head messed up by this sex stuff so very, very
early. It will serve you well later."
"Thanks, mom," said Erica. She supposed maybe her mom was right about
that part.
Erica's
sister Tina was just ten years old. She had excellent hearing, which
let her detect that Erica and her mother had started an interesting
conversation. She crept into the hall and decided that she really did
want to take a good look at the portrait of her great-grandfather that
hung there. He really was a handsome man! Incidentally, this also let
her hear the rest of the conversation with perfect clarity.
She
thought about it as she got undressed that night. She had just had her
third period, which was no fun at all. Now she looked at her naked body
in the full-length mirror. Her breasts were coming along, and her pubic
hair was starting to thicken. She had a little bit in the way of hips.
Her face wasn't the sort they'd put on a beauty magazine, but it looked
nice enough. She felt sorry for her big sister.
What would it be
like if God appeared in her bedroom? It was exciting and also
frightening. It would be so terribly naughty! Could she get Him to come
and just look and not touch? Lately she found herself thinking that
boys looked awfully interesting. They said that with God it always felt
really good. She didn't want to do it, though! But then suppose he
didn't stop, though, and went all the way with her? But then they said
he never took a girl against her will.
She got into her pajamas,
heart pounding, then turned out the light but left the nightlight on.
Probably nothing would happen. "God," she whispered, "can you come and
just look at me?"
God looked at her all the time, but it never occurred to her, and in
any case it was different when she could see him looking.
There was a quick knock on her bedroom door, then it opened and a man
let himself in.
"Hi, Tina," he whispered. "Of course I can just look. I won't touch
you."
It really had worked! Tina felt faint, and God sensed it.
"It's
OK, Tina. People are often blown away when I first show up. Want to
shake my hand?" He held it out, and Tina shook it. His flesh felt just
like any ordinary person. He then seated himself at her desk.
"Do
you feel daring enough to show me a little of your body? It's really
beautiful. You don't have to. If you do I won't tell anyone, of
course." He paused, and Tina just stood there. "I can see those pretty
breasts of yours poking your nightshirt out. It's so nice to see them
in a shirt like that when there's no bra to hide their true shape. I
love them small like that..."
Still Tina paused.
"If you
just lift your shirt up little by little I'll get to see your
bellybutton -- I like to see bellybuttons too! -- and then little by
little I'll see the lower part of the bulges. And you can stop any
time."
Tina took the front of her nightshirt in both hands and
lifted it up past her bellybutton, then paused. He was right -- she
could stop any time. But she just lifted it up to show him her little
boobs.
"So beautiful, Tina! If you took the shirt off all the
way then I could see how it all fits together with your arms and
shoulders."
Tina did. Feeling more comfortable, she took the waist of her pajama
bottoms in both hands. "Do you want to see down here too?"
"Oh, I do, so much!"
Tina
pulled down her pants and panties, treasuring the moment when her
little tuft of hair and her crotch came fully into view, then took them
all the way off so she stood naked in front of him.
"Turn around, dear," the man asked. She did, showing off the entirety
of her adolescent girliness.
"You
are so totally gorgeous!" he said. "I know I said I wouldn't touch, but
if you come here I'd love to just touch the flesh of your breast. Not
the center if you don't want."
"OK," she said, coming closer.
She felt another little thrill as he traced his finger along the
underside of her right breast. He reached down to readjust his pants,
which suddenly worried her and she stepped back.
"Oh, don't mind
that," he said. "It's just you're so sexy that when I get back home I'm
going to have to jerk off thinking about how gorgeous you are and how
much I'd like to do more with you."
That too, made Tina tingle. She got dressed again.
"Before
I go," he said, "you've got options if you decide you want me to come
again. You could get me to come as a boy your age. I can be what you
like." And with that he just disappeared.
She didn't fall asleep
right away as she thought about the possibilities. She had dreamt
sometimes of Jacob Waldron kissing her, of chaste hugs. Could she get
Jacob to appear without really being him? If he was like Jacob he might
be awkward or weird -- or would God fix that part? She knew he would
never tell anyone. How far would she dare go?
Three nights later
she got her courage up. Once again she got into her pajamas and turned
off everything but the nightlight, then sat on her bed. "I pray for a
boy who looks like Jacob Waldron."
There he was, sitting in her chair. It was weird to see him just
materialize out of thin air.
"Hi, Tina," said that voice that was honey to her ears. "It's great to
see you."
He
slowly walked over towards her while she rose. She was a little taller
than he was, but he grasped her shoulders lightly, facing her. She felt
embarrassed and looked down."What a pretty face!" he said softly.
He
was so confident and cool! So she looked at him, and with that he
stroked her cheek with the back of his right hand, then left it under
her chin as he brought his face up to hers. She closed her eyes and was
mesmerized by the first touch of his lips. He was so gentle, the
sensations so exquisite. Shivers went down her spine. He circled her
with his arms and drew them together, then slowly massaged up and down
her back. She was aware of her breasts pressing against his chest.
He brought his hands down and cupped her butt cheeks. That was very
forward of him! And very exciting!
Tina
started feeling a sort of warm vibration between her legs. What was
that? It awoke in her a yearning. Jacob moved right in to answer it as
he cupped one breast and moved his other hand between her legs. He
stepped back and tugged up on her shirt, questioning. She had already
shown her whole body to God, and this really was God, even if he looked
like Jacob. So she let him take the top off. He traced over her two
breasts with his fingers, then went down to her pajama bottoms and
started gently tugging them down.
"You first," she said.
Jacob
quickly got rid of his pajamas, tops and bottoms, and then removed his
briefs. His penis was sticking straight out! She could actually touch
it, and no one would know, right? She reached out and was fascinated by
its smooth hardness. She then took off her own pajama bottoms and
panties and straightened up so they stood naked, facing each other.
He
led her to the bed, and immediately went to sucking on her left nipple.
The amazing sensations built within her, and Jacob reached between her
legs to massage her little slit covered with its silky hair.
That
whole area between her legs was glowing with pleasure and desire. She
could feel the wetness. Was that normal? She was only ten. What was she
doing letting a boy touch her down there? And he wasn't really a boy...
"I think that's enough," she said.
Jacob slid on top of her so his body was covering hers. His little hard
penis was approaching her down there.
"I'm scared, Jacob. I'm not ready!"
"Oh, Tina, you'll love it, just you wait."
"But..."
She felt it then, her tissues pushed aside and the hot penis sliding in
as Jacob looked at her with intense desire.
"That's too much!"
But
he would not be deterred, and within seconds she felt her entire vagina
filled up and felt his pubic bone press against her. Immediately he
began sliding his thing in and out.
She was scared at the
strange sensations. There was no pain, though. None at all. Could she
get pregnant? It felt wonderful. The pleasure was intense and it felt
so exciting to have him inside
her, a spot that she knew instinctively was supposed to be filled.
"Oh, Jacob..." she murmured. "But what if I get pregnant?"
"No -- remember I'm really God, right? Now, you want me to take it out?"
At
that Tina shook her head. Her legs were spread wide, welcoming in the
boy she had dreamed about -- but it wasn't him really. He knew just
what he was doing, and it felt great. She was doing that thing that
made babies! Letting him do it to her, and making her feel like she
wanted a baby. He went on and on for minutes.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to pretend I'm
making you pregnant?"
"Yes!" she hissed.
He picked up his pace. "You're so hot, it will be just a few seconds
now."
Something
about his motion became deeper and more serious somehow, and she
thrilled to think of her body being sexy enough to make him do his
pregnancy thing. Her loins were on fire, and her pleasure amazed her as
it built.
"Oh, Tina, mmm, Tina, here I come, almost..."
Tina
seized up with pleasure just then, waves breaking over her while she
felt him urgently banging her deep, felt him very hard, filling her so
full, so very full. His gasps shifted in tone from longing to
satisfaction and she knew he must be ejaculating up inside her pussy
hole, over and over.
He slowed and then pulled out. The act was done and she felt complete.
He lay beside her. "That was great, Tina, welcome to being a woman."
She was surprised that she felt such tenderness for him.
After
a couple minutes, he said, "I've got to be going now, but any time you
want me again, just pray for it." And with that he retrieved his
clothes and disappeared.
The pleasure threw Tina for a loop. She
sensed she wasn't supposed to feel that good at her age. She didn't
want to feel that good. She wanted to be a kid for a little longer. So
she didn't pray for him, and God didn't come.
But she grew, and
the hormones coursed through her veins. She thought about boys a lot,
and that amazing experience with God kept coming back to her.
Four
months later, her attitude had shifted. She lay on her bed naked, legs
spread wide, rubbing herself. Why couldn't she be a child and be sexy
too? Impulsively she said, "I pray for God to come do it to me."
God
was there in a second, an older version of Jacob this time. A real man.
That sense of being filled up was so right, the pleasure coursed
through her just as before. And in under a minute she exploded in her
ecstasy and felt him reach orgasm too.
He didn't wait around so
long that time, but she didn't mind. She was happy to put her fingers
between her legs and feel the goop slipping out of her, his precious
baby-making seed.
Now she felt ready, though, and a couple times
a week she prayed for his attentions, and her prayers were always
answered as he filled her cunt with cock and sperm. With her hunger
filled she felt better able to attend to the other challenges and
opportunity of adolescence. She felt a confidence too -- her body was
good enough for God!
Carla
noticed a change in her daughter Tina. She seemed happier, more
grown-up. She thought she could smell a trace of a certain familiar
odor. She had just read that girls as young as nine who were sexually
developed had prayed for God and he had come to them. Nine! Was God
doing her baby daughter? She felt a little outrage, but felt a little
better realizing that if he was, it was because she was asking him to.
"Tina, is there something you want to tell me?"
"Like what?"
"Anything about... being more grown-up?"
Tina reddened, but said, "No, mom!" and stormed from the room.
But Carla knew.
Erica couldn't get God to fuck her, but 11-year-old Tina could. She was
so little! The thought of it made her own pussy tingle.
Things
with her husband Fred were not ideal. She remembered those early days
when they made love for hours. He would come three, even four times.
She didn't come easily, and even then and with all his best efforts,
those big orgasms that shook her soul happened only every month or two.
Sex
had taken a back seat when baby Erica arrived. First it was Fred still
wanting it a lot and her being tired. When they did have sex it wasn't
so free and easy, either. There was stress between them brought on by
parenthood. She sensed that he pleasured her with his fingers so she
would put out, not because he really wanted her to be happy. She hadn't
come in years, though she faked an orgasm now and then.
What about this God? The girls on the news raved about him.
She
didn't want to do anything to threaten her marriage, which had its good
points. Could she get God to help her feel satisfied? Could he be
discreet? Maybe it wouldn't really be cheating, technically. It would
be God, not another man. Who could deny her a closer relationship with
God? She smiled as she said that, knowing it was a flimsy
rationalization, but still...
"Dear God," she whispered one day
after Fred had gone to work and the kids were at school. "If we can do
it so my husband never finds out -- only that way, right? If I know
he'll never find out, would you come to me?"
She heard a
rustling in the master bathroom, and then God walked in. He looked a
lot like David, that high school boy she had dreamed about so much.
"Hi, Carla," he said. "You sure are a very sexy woman. We can be very
discreet. I can clean up any stains, and I could tell if anyone was
going to disturb us. The only problem is if you get happy and he
notices. But from what I've seen of him, he isn't really all that
observant."
He was right about that. She remembered the time she
got the hairdresser to take off a full six inches and Fred had never
noticed.
Then God was upon her, touching her everywhere, making
her tingle with excitement. Her clit glowed. He slid his body onto
hers, and she loved the feel of it against her breasts, loved the
weight of him. When he slid in, she knew at once that his cock was a
lot larger than Fred's. He wielded it perfectly, and she had the
biggest orgasm of her life.
She felt guilty and swore she'd
never do that again, but in two months, after a fight with Fred, she
prayed to God again. Soon she was praying a couple times a week, and
her prayers were answered.
"God, could you come make love to me like you do my big sister?" prayed
Kerry, age six.
"Hello, Kerry," I said.
"Hi," said the little one, not especially surprised to see me appear in
her bedroom.
"What is it you want? Do you even know what making love is?"
"I know Helen is all excited and thinks it's the greatest."
"Big girls make love, but not little girls like you."
"Can we try?"
I
shrugged and considered the little body in front of me. I ran my hands
through her hair and along her skin. I kissed her cheeks.
"You let me know if you don't like something, OK?"
"Sure, God."
I turned her onto her stomach and began giving her a back rub.
"That's nice, Mr. God."
I
was enthusiastic about human food and drink. I was obsessed with human
sexuality. I also had acquired some of the human attitudes towards
children. Babies were charming. Children were adorable, and I felt the
human instinct to protect them all.
Now I considered Kerry for
who she was. She smelled nice in that way that children often do. Her
body was vibrant, resilient, and brimming with potential. I loved
touching her, and she responded to the sheer sensuality of it. At her
age she might not have ordinarily resonated with that part of her
nature, but she was trying to be a big girl like her sister. And of
course being touched did feel good.
She was happy to get out of
all her clothes, and I enjoyed massaging her little chest and her small
butt. I stroked her soft hairless labia a little, but felt no special
sexual attraction.
Kissing her was also fun for both of us, though more as a sweet novelty
than a trigger to sexual feelings.
"So there, Kerry, how was that?"
"Fun," she said. "Was that sex?"
"No, not really," I said. "At least not full-blown sex."
"Can we try sex now?"
"No, sweetie. If you were ready for it you would have acted
differently. Wait a few years."
She shrugged. "OK, God. Thanks for coming."
"Did you like what we did so you'd want to do it again?"
"Maybe," she said. But she didn't pray for me for several years.
Julia
was 15, pretty, and horny. All the girls had been talking about it, but
she had just taken the plunge two weeks before -- and wondered why she
had waited so long! First she had invited God every other day, then
daily, but now he had given her a great, convulsive orgasm the night
before, garnished with a big dollop of cum, and she asked for him in
the morning.
"I only have two minutes before I have to get ready for school..."
God satisfied her and himself in just under a minute.
That afternoon when she got home from school, she prayed for God to
come fuck her before she started on her homework.
"Julia, are you up for trying something new?"
"Well, what?"
"How'd you like to get up on your hands and knees so we can do it doggy
style?"
She
wasn't sure how much fun that would be, but figured she'd give it a
try. She was very pleasantly surprised. She couldn't see God back
there, but she could feel his cock filling her up, feel his hands
grappling with her butt and hear his guttural grunts.
She wanted
sex again just before bed that night. "Julia, what would you think of
taking me in your mouth for a little while before we do it?"
"Sure!"
So far she had always wanted his cock where it made her feel good too,
but maybe she had been too selfish. She liked keeping God happy. "Why
don't you come in my mouth, too?" she said mischievously.
God
lay back and relaxed while Julia licked and sucked. "Mmmmm, that's so
nice... Last chance if you don't want it in your mouth, baby..." She
kept going and he moaned as he pumped his cum into her mouth.
"That was good!" she said. "I mean the taste, though the rest was great
too. You really liked that, didn't you!"
"Mmmm, yes. Here, Julia, I brought something for you." He handed her a
pair of earrings. "They're real diamonds."
"Why?"
"You've made me very happy, and I'd like you to have them."
She
wore them to school, the other girls asked, and she tried not to gloat
as she described why God said he had given them to her.
The other girls wanted jewelry too, and were willing to try new things
to get them.
Melinda
lay with her legs spread and a huge puddle under her pussy. "Oh,
Melinda!!" growled George Clooney as he rammed it deep, giving her
another in what seemed an endless stream of orgasms. Brad Pitt was
right behind, and before a minute had passed he was pulsing away in her
pussy. She had started with all the stars of her high school sports
teams. God was saving an incarnation of young Paul McCartney for last.
Suzette
lay on her bed. One guy was down below, head between her legs, licking
her to a series of orgasms. But the main attraction was higher up. As
she lay on her back, a wall of men surrounded her on all sides, hip to
hip, cocks hard and twitching, ball sacs hugged up tight against their
bodies as they were right on the edge. Suzette grabbed a cock and gave
it ten strokes before the guy came, great gobs of whitish cum spurting
down onto her breasts and neck. The dribbles renewed the lubrication on
her hand. She took one cock on each side of her and hadn't slid up and
down three times before they fired. She aimed them so they spewed their
cum onto her face and hair. The first man had fallen away and a new one
taken her place.
Within minutes her whole torso was covered with
a thick spread of cum. She paused to collect a handful and swallow the
wonderful stuff. But the next cock was ready to go, and she made a fake
pussy opening from her thumb and first finger. She only had to engulf
an inch of the straining cock head before he rocketed his cum out too.
Then
she saw six big, fat ones. "Can you do all six of us at once, just
touch us?" panted one of the men. Each cock was so close to coming:
veins standing out, head wide and purple, entire organ quivering. She
touched one and it started twitching as its owner moaned. She quick
touched another, then the others in quick succession until she had six
men ejaculating on her at once, six cocks twitching and straining as
their gobs of sticky stuff splatted out onto her, six men gasping and
moaning.
She would have done it just for the fun of it, she
realized. The fun and the opportunity to swallow so much sweet cum. But
she was going to get a huge sapphire pendant set in pure gold.
All
eight of them knew they were going to get a pair of some designer jeans
that weren't available for sale anywhere. The eight lay in the same
room, giggling. They all had on lacy bras of pastel colors with special
openings for the nipples to peek through. They had stockings in similar
colors, and gauzy see-through silk skirts.
When the very hunky, athletic fellow appeared, they cooed and fondled
him anywhere they could reach.
After
enjoying the attention for a while, he roughly grabbed the one dressed
in light green, turned her around onto her hands and knees, lifted her
skirt, and took her from the rear, filling her cunt and coming almost
at once, while she herself wailed with orgasm. His great shots of cum
started oozing back out of her almost immediately, but he didn't linger
before manhandling his orange beauty into position and fucking her
soundly from the rear as well. His organ stayed rock hard. The girls'
orgasms were so intense they had trouble getting up to caress him more.
Once he had made the rounds of all eight, he went back to the first
where she lay and fucked her in missionary position, spewing more cum
up into her grateful pussy and making her twitch with orgasm. All eight
cunts were leaking heavily, but he kept going around and around,
fucking them and coming in them over and over; God had infinite stamina
when he wanted it.
Hundreds of millions of teenage girls the
world over accepted God as their lover. He possessed and pleasured them
all, over and over, at any time of day or night. Young women in their
20s had the same opportunities, and plenty of older women had
spectacular sex lives too. Many kept their relationship secret from
husbands and boyfriends.
So
as you see, I was getting plenty of sex. Tens of millions of me were
out about the world, fucking around the clock as the Earth turned.
But
I had a prodigious appetite. Lots of very attractive and alluring women
weren't interested in my attentions! They never made that, "Dear God,
please fuck me," prayer. If I appeared in their bedrooms, they told me
to go away.
To get part of what I wanted, I continued with my
oldest form of sexual satisfaction. I visited tens of millions at night
as they slept. I put them into a deep sleep and set about molesting
them eagerly, usually ending with a good solid fuck while the nubile
beauties had orgasms in their sleep. I cleaned up all traces of our
activity. I had no problem doing college roommates, or girls in open
dormitories. I could even do married women as they slept next to their
husbands. I could simply knock into a deep sleep anyone within earshot.
From
my earliest days taking girls in the night I had to deal with
surveillance cameras. I of course knew where every such camera on Earth
was located, because I'd seen them installed. So when I wanted a
luscious morsel whose night-times were being recorded, I could cause a
major malfunction or just freeze the camera on a frame for a while. To
avoid the suspicion aroused by so many malfunctions, I just faked a
recording of the girl peacefully sleeping.
I was embarrassed that I missed it. Maybe all that orgasmic pleasure
flowing into me constantly addled my thinking.
A
clever man had set up some shiny objects that functioned as mirrors,
his intent unclear to me (since I can't read thoughts, there are plenty
of actions whose intent I can never determine). An ordinary laptop
camera just happened to be pointing at one of the mirrors. As I humped
away on hot young Zoe, a blurry image was recorded. Though I didn't
know it at the time, I was in a video raping a girl as she slept!
When
considering possible embarrassing revelations of my activities, I had a
second line of defense. I am present to know of every keystroke and
every image that shows on a computer monitor. If I ever saw a message I
really didn't like, like one saying, "I have proof God fucks girls
while they sleep," I could have easy have intervened.
However,
this clever man didn't type the message. He typed five files of what
seemed like gibberish but were actually every fifth character of the
message starting at a different point, and he had software to
interleave them. The message went out, and by the time it had been
assembled in plain text with an attached movie, it was being seen by
thousands of pairs of eyes.
My first thought was to try to cover
my tracks with thousands of computer crashes. I brought down large
portions of the Web briefly before I came up with my best plan, which
was to plant a great many similar stories that could be shown to be
hoaxes, hoping this one would get lost in a haystack. Yet just while
it's hard for ordinary people to keep up a separate reality of
consistent lies when trying to cover something up, it's hard for me
too, especially when there are millions of people involved.
Despite
my vast resources, there was just too much information out there. If
lots of clever hackers believed that I had limitations and suspected
these night-time liaisons, I wouldn't be able to keep my secret forever.
Considering a more radical course, I realized I didn't have the stomach
for causing brain damage to thousands of hackers.
If I were being analyzed by some divine psychiatrist, he might suggest
that I wanted to be discovered.
Even
before my cover for fucking women as they slept was blown, I had
discovered a nagging hunger. I wanted these women who refused my
attentions to know I was taking them as well. Taking girls as they
slept had never been very satisfactory.
Perhaps I could persuade
some of these women who didn't want me. Even if I failed at that, I
wanted them anyway! My appetites were great indeed.