God
Is Horny
by Sterling
Part 3 of 3
Professor
Nathan Dorsch was a respected scholar of religious philosophy. He
didn't recognize the name of his 2pm appointment in his handheld, but
it wasn't that unusual to get an occasional layman who wanted to pose
an ethical or religious problem. Their understanding of their situation
was always deeply muddled in some way, and he couldn't really help
them. He could recommend introductory textbook material online, but
they were never satisfied. Yet he found it useful to keep in touch with
the earnest strivings of lay people who really wanted to know the right
thing to do.
The man was in his early 20s and began his questioning after a few
pleasantries.
"Professor
Dorsch, my question is about this new God. He's certainly not what any
of the religions expected. But he is very powerful, and he knows a lot.
His purposes are mysterious. Of course there's this raging debate over
whether this God is good or not. Do we owe him love and loyalty? Or
should we oppose him in whatever way we can? Our options there are
limited, but at least we can keep our own hearts pure and wait for the
true God to come smite Satan. While no one expected God would have
prodigious sexual appetites, some argue that we just need to be more
open-minded. A cornerstone of their position is that all the girls and
women who have consorted with him have done so voluntarily. Some are
below the age of consent, of course, but they argue that perhaps he
knows more about consent than we do."
Nathan nodded. He was impressed. This man could summarize the situation
with remarkable clarity.
He
continued. "Suppose it turns out that God really does come to girls in
the middle of the night while they sleep, something that seems more and
more likely. These "open-minders" can argue that once again we have had
too limited a view of consent. Perhaps when you do no harm, consorting
with them without their knowledge is permissible -- especially if you
are God."
"I suspect they will make that argument, but there are many
considerations..."
"That's
not my question," the young man interrupted, though pleasantly.
"Suppose that God actually turns out to be a rapist. He comes on to
women who clearly and unequivocally say 'No' and he nonetheless
possesses them sexually. Now, although a rapist, suppose he shows no
evidence of sadism -- he only does what is necessary to have the sex he
desires."
"OK," said the Professor.
"Could you think of
any justification the open-minders could come up with then? Can you
think of any justification that God Himself might put forward
explaining why that's not an immoral thing to do?"
"Well, that
is an interesting question," the Professor began. "He could get out of
anything by introducing totally new considerations, which it seems God
might be quite capable of."
"But if he didn't?"
The Professor thought a few seconds. "I'd have to think about it some
more."
"Suppose you needed to come up with an answer right now."
His
way was to deliberate about questions long and hard, analyzing them
from every point of view, and he wouldn't be trapped into a hasty
judgment. "It's been a pleasure talking with you," the Professor said,
rising, but his guest did not rise.
"How about a gut reaction? Just take another minute. Consider that it
might change my life."
The
Professor suddenly remembered that day long ago when his mentor had
spent that extra minute and it had indeed changed his life. He sat. He
thought. Taking women against their will. They are screaming, "No!" but
he does it anyway.
Emerging from his reverie, he said, "No, I can't think of a
justification."
"Thank you," said the young man.
"Why is this so important to you?"
"Well, you see, I am
God."
The
Professor's first reaction was to laugh, but then he saw the halo that
had just started glowing above the man's head. Hardly anyone had seen
God except all the horny girls and women in the privacy of their own
homes.
"Oh, ummm," he said, gulping.
Then as he watched, the halo turned to devils' horns, then back to a
halo, wavering back and forth at irregular intervals.
"Don't
sweat it, good fellow," said God. "Just don't be surprised if you can't
share this conversation with anyone for a while." And with that, the
man just disappeared.
He tried to start typing an email to his
colleague, but just as the young man had predicted, the keyboard froze
up whenever he started introducing the subject.
The young man visited a hundred noted scholars, thinkers, and gurus.
The answer was always the same.
Georgina
nearly spit her words. "Show yourself, you Devil, you, and face me. Are
you scared of a little woman?" She took a glance at the loaded shotgun
on the wall, then picked up her meat cleaver and whacked it down once
more on the clay effigy of God she had fashioned on her cutting board.
"You shitty, goddamned asshole of a devil, just show yourself! I'll
cram my turds down your throat!"
I was used to taking a lot of
abuse. It didn't bother me. Georgina, however, was drop-dead gorgeous.
For all her bile, she had the cutest ass, the smoothest skin, and the
breasts of a goddess. Her face, screwed up with anger, was still
amazingly beautiful.
"Hey, Georgina, how's it going?" I said,
materializing in the kitchen door. I was dressed in red silk, and had
fashioned a rather stylish little tail and some beautiful red horns.
"So
there, you are!" she said, reaching for the shotgun. But she was
trapped in an invisible cylinder about three feet in diameter without
cleaver or gun. It wasn't that I as God was in any danger of physical
harm; she could have chopped me into tiny pieces with her cleaver and
it would have done her no good -- I would simply have discarded that
body a little earlier than planned and created another one. But I
didn't want any such distraction.
"Magic tricks, eh!" she shrieked, pounding on the invisible cylinder.
"You hunk of booger slime!"
From Godspace I simply sealed her lips and locked her vocal cords in
the "off" position where they could not vibrate.
"Georgina,
I don't understand all this hatred. I assure you that your nieces both
adore my attention. They may be only 11 and 13, but they are very horny
girls and love me. Quite healthy and happy, too.
"I suppose I
could do some of those bad things to you that you threaten me with, but
I don't feel the need. I'm here with a different purpose. Somehow your
venomous soul got put in an absolutely heavenly body, and I want it. I
plan to take it."
With that, Georgina within her cylinder felt
her wrists being tugged upwards and outward until she was hanging from
them. Her ankles were similarly bound and pulled to the sides. Then the
cylinder ceased to exist.
I approached as she wriggled helplessly. As I moved my head near hers
she shied back. I simply immobilized it.
"So
beautiful," I said, and began licking her cheek and her ear, then ran
both hands through her lustrous brown hair. I fondled her neck.
"Let's
see what we've got here," I said. I pointed my finger at the open neck
of the shirt and lazily ran it down her chest in a sinuous pattern.
Where my finger passed the cloth neatly parted, while the skin remained
untouched. Her bra showed through. I then ran my finger from the neck
of her flannel shirt across the shoulder past her armpit and down her
side. The cloth fell away to reveal one cup of her white bra. I ran the
finger from the top of the cup down to the bottom, and the fabric
spread to reveal the breast itself. "Mmm, very nice," I said. With a
few more deft strokes her shirt and bra fell away in tatters, leaving
her whole naked top exposed.
The hatred in her eyes now had some
fear blended with it. I rubbed my hands all over her silky flesh, front
and back, hefting and squeezing each breast gently, then sucking on
each nipple in turn. I was getting very hard in my red silky pants, and
with a flick of my mind I made the entire costume disappear.
Then
there were her jeans. My finger traces reduced them to tatters too.
Instead of cutting away her panties I lifted the waistband and looked
down inside, then slid the other hand down to cup her lovely soft mound
and then slide below. "Soon, sweet cunt, very soon," I whispered. Then
I cut the panties away with a couple deft strokes.
"I am very
hot for you, dear Georgina." I sat on a chair with twitching cock
straight up. "Come here, my dear." And with that, her completely
immobilized body lifted into the air. I beckoned with my finger and it
slowly approached. Through Godspace I spread her legs wide apart and
brought her pussy to the space six inches above my cock. With one hand
I spread her nether lips, with the other I explored inside.
"Still
not so wet, I see," I said. "We'll fix that." I then started an intense
vibration of her clit from Godspace and watched her face closely. "Here
comes the wetness," I said, feeling her pussy lips engorge and her
thick secretions accumulate. "I'm afraid you just have to feel some
sexual pleasure," I said, watching her face flush, much to her
consternation.
I then leaned back. "Here, kitty, kitty!" I said,
beckoning. "Come to daddy!" Her immobilized torso started sinking, and
as I held my cock straight up, her pussy lips met it. As she sank my
cock compressed her tissues momentarily before they gave way and
engulfed me with her hot slickness. Our pubic bones met before she rose
again, her hot pussy walls sliding along my cock to give me great
pleasure. "Good girl, now fuck me nice and slow," I said, and her
immobilized body rose and fell sinuously. I lay back, closed my eyes
and smiled as I felt her body fuck me.
After a couple minutes I
wanted more. From Godspace I lifted her off of me, then eased her body
into a new position. I put her face down on the table, my chopped
effigy pressing into her chest. But her magnificent butt was up in the
air and her legs spread wide. She was at just the right height for my
purpose and I burrowed myself up to the hilt in her cunt from behind. I
had had enough slow play and was up for some serious fucking, grabbing
her butt and digging my fingernails in a little when the spirit moved
me. I had fashioned my devil body to have quite a thick and long cock,
a little beyond the limits of what her cunt had accommodated in the
past. I liked the idea of bottoming out in her pussy and feeling my tip
press hard against her upper cunt wall. So I began a vigorous fuck with
exactly that motion. Was it also uncomfortable for her? Perhaps. It was
no concern of mine. I rutted away with animal lust and abandon, and
then I felt her pussy squeeze me rhythmically as her eyes got a dreamy,
faraway look.
"Oh, did you just come, Georgina? Wonderful!" I
grunted and started on my final approach of truly deep strokes that
battered her innards. With a flurry I finally unloaded myself up inside
my reluctant mate, shooting plenty of cum in a dozen shots. Before I
was half done the backwash had made a number of audible splats on the
floor.
I pulled out and sat down. "That was great, Georgina!
Very nice piece of ass!" I twisted her around until we were face to
face. "You can expect me morning and night for some days, until I tire
of you. Did you find this a bit constraining and humiliating? I could
give you a little more freedom if you're nice to me."'
After a
week of gradually easing her restraints she remained silent and moaned
her pleasure and orgasm as I took her in good old missionary position.
She never actually thanked me, and she still cursed me under her breath
when I wasn't with her, but I had gotten what I wanted.
There
were several thousand women throughout the world who received
Georgina's treatment, gorgeous women who were especially hostile to me.
Most got their first fuck from me on that same evening.
But 24 hours after my initial encounter with Georgina, I put out
another message for the world:
"I
require that all females submit to my advances. Your bodies belong to
me, and you serve me by accepting my caresses cheerfully."
I
stopped cleaning up my cum after I inseminated sleeping girls in the
night. I wanted it to stay behind. The world was shocked to learn how
many tens of millions of young females were taking it up the pussy
while they slept.
The girls themselves had varied reactions. A
large percentage prayed for me to start doing it to them when they were
awake. They might still feel violated and degraded, but they wanted it
out in the open instead of hidden in the dark. A fair percentage of
them came to look forward to it. Others just tried not to think about
it, morning pussy cleanup just a routine job.
There
were several reasons why men were more disturbed than women by the
appearance of God on Earth. They had in a sense ruled the world before,
and now they no longer did. Even though I used a light touch, they knew
they were in my power. The inability of thousands to kill the girls
they thought of as devil-possessed was a clear sign.
I singled out girls and women as special and blessed, and made no sign
that I had any special place in my heart for men.
And
I was a direct competitor to them sexually. Girls who would otherwise
have sought out the attentions of boys were quite pleased with me.
Instead of a nervous bumbling boy who came too soon and then boasted of
his conquest, they had a man tailored to their fantasies, an expert
lover who appeared the instant he was called for and always brought
them to exquisite sexual ecstasy. The married men had far more reason
than usual to fear that their wives were having affairs -- they could
conjure me up as a perfect and perfectly discreet lover.
When I
started taking girls and women against their will, that was another
serious blow. The men could do nothing to protect their womenfolk.
Helplessness combined with rage made the rates of attempted suicide
soar among both genders. I always stopped the women. Sometimes I let
the men dispatch themselves, if they seemed totally unsuited to their
new world and had no hope of reaching an accommodation.
Women had different reactions to the reality that I might appear at any
time and demand sexual access against their will.
Some
found they liked my sexual attentions once they let themselves relax.
They had refused to accept my attentions before because in their eyes
it was immoral. With no choice in the matter their conscience was at
peace and they accepted the pleasure their bodies received.
Others resigned themselves to their lot, reasonably content to perform
their conjugal duties with their new master.
Others
hated being raped and never came to see it differently. Some of those
went so far as to try disfiguring themselves, knowing that I didn't
claim my right to sex with women I didn't find attractive, but I never
let a woman do that.
The young are more adaptable, and the teenagers were more likely to
accept my advances with enthusiasm.
I
kissed Gita's bindi while my hands slid under her sari. She was a woman
of 35 but still plenty sexy. She pretended to despise my visits,
because her husband certainly did. But alone in her living room in the
middle of the night, Sanjay out like a light in the bedroom, she was
quite different. Her passion rose when reassured that Sanjay would
never know. He had never once tried to give her pleasure, so any tender
attention was a pleasant surprise. Exquisite orgasmic pleasure was
beyond her dreams. She clutched me passionately as her orgasms shook
her.
The girl Msizi slept in a pile of rags on a dirt floor. She
was on the thin side because her diet was not so good, but under those
rags was her sweet, gently curving nubile butt. On her chest were her
modest but attractive breasts. And when she lay on her back and spread
her legs, she had a cunt, I surged into it and came as she did. It was
a sweet interlude in her day, having the handsome stranger fuck her so
soundly, sending her to orgasmic heights.
Sally was pretty
seriously retarded, but she was pretty enough and had sweet labia that
unfolded to reveal the alluring wet tube my cock loves to invade. Her
clit engorged, pleasure built, and her orgasms were the high point of
her life.
Ms. Geraldine Foudreau sat in her corner office,
concentrating as always on the complex reports that made her life so
stressful -- and rewarding. As I appeared, she sighed. "Don't you have
other women you could fuck?" I told her that indeed I did but I wanted
her, and the matter was not up for discussion. Her career was all well
and good, but she had an alluring vagina tucked up under the skirts of
her power suits, and I needed to feel my cock slide smoothly into it,
with increasing roughness and depth until I sprayed her CEO innards
with sperm. Then she could get back to her reports while cum seeped out
onto her panties.
Once
a girl had her first period, her pussy was definitely of interest to
me. But before long some of the younger girls became intriguing too.
Those breasts that were just starting to press outward were worth some
serious fondling and sucking, even if the lower parts of the girl could
be left to mature.
But as time went on I found I had full-blown
sexual feelings for girls who hadn't begun to mature at all. My
interest in the six-year-old Kerry had been sensual but not sexual in
nature, but that was no longer true. Now when I looked at a girl
getting out of the tub and drying herself off, the little smooth labia
themselves without a single pubic hair were exceedingly attractive. The
little bodies without a feminine curve in sight aroused lust in me.
Angie's
big sister Thelma was ten and boasted of how great it was to have God
visit her for lovey-dovey time when she went to bed. Thelma made it
clear in a less than polite manner that Angie was too young for such
things. Angie in turn had tried to sneak in to take a peek at what went
on at bedtime. Thousands of little sisters had that same bright idea
every day. They never succeeded. Usually they found they were just
terribly sleepy at that point in the evening.
But the second
time Angie decided to peek, I let her. In perfect silence she watched
me fondle her naked sister, heard our passionate moans and saw our
bodies tense and slap together more and more urgently before relaxing.
Many
little girls would have been grossed out to see their big sister having
sex, but not Angie. She was mystified but also thrilled. She decided
that whatever other people said, she was not too little for that. She
was one for me.
"God," said five-year-old Angie. "Would you come see me?"
I appeared immediately, and she giggled.
"Can we do what you do with Thelma?" she whispered with excitement.
"I'd
love that," I said. And with that she took her pajamas off. I started
with some child-style kisses to her lips, then licked all down her
front and up her arms, which she thought was fun. I pressed my body
against her, sniffed her hair and kissed her neck, and ran my hands all
over her. I also started a low-level vibration on her clit from
Godspace, knowing that you could awaken sexuality in some girls that
young with a very weak vibration for a long time. I kissed her
passionately in the grown-up fashion and she responded. I licked down
her body and soon had her legs spread and my tongue at work on her
immature pussy. I spent a full 45 minutes fondling this delightful
creature in every way before I was ready to take the next step. By then
her little hips were wiggling.
Only then did I take off my
briefs to reveal my remarkably small but very hard penis. It was about
the size of a piece of chalk. Angie certainly wasn't burning with
desire, but she was feeling warm down there and entirely happy to find
this man positioning himself above her and aiming his little cock
between her legs. I snipped her little hymen from Godspace, ordered up
some extra lubrication and slid gently in, carefully watching her face.
She looked at me wide-eyed as I first slid in. I loved that reaction.
My
penis was tiny, but the nerve endings were as sensitive as on any man,
and I thrust in earnest, relishing the caress of her immature pussy
tube as I pumped away with fast, small strokes. She stopped giggling
and felt a little pleasure herself. I let my body run wild, poking up
between the legs of this young girl, and with one last inward thrust I
gasped as I spurted gobs of semen up inside her. I didn't hold back on
the quantity just because my dick was small. Her pussy was full after
the second shot, and as the other five shots surged out of my tip the
semen surged right back out of her onto her bed.
I lay beside
her panting. She was amazed to feel so much goop dripping out of her
pussy. I cleaned it up from Godspace, though I left a little bit deep
inside her.
Then she began yawning. I helped her put her pajamas back on in the
normal way and tucked her in to sleep.
Angie
had been wonderful, and I realized for the first time just how much I
craved the little ones in every way. Within seconds I had a man's body
approaching every willing little girl in bed across the world -- but
there weren't all that many of them, only a few tens of thousands. Most
I woke from a sound sleep, but they were happy or at least content with
the sweat of a man's body and his urgent attentions right up inside her
private place.
I wanted millions of others. That night and for
days after I appeared in the bedrooms of little girls as they slept. I
kept those girls asleep as I pawed and fondled and kissed them, basking
in their sweet young sexuality before painlessly snipping their
cherries and pumping their little pussies with my sperm.
Stacy
was five. She sat naked on her bed cross-legged so I could appreciate
the sight of her glorious girl slit. But I knelt in front of her,
straining to thrust my modest-sized cock out away from my body -- it
wanted to get into
something. She held it eagerly with her two hands and took the tip in
her mouth, licking away with enthusiasm. I lasted three minutes before
ecstasy struck and I shot a quarter cup of cum right into her mouth.
She wriggled in pleasure as she swallowed what tasted like sweet syrup
-- I had chosen banana that day. But despite its taste, it was true
semen, wriggling with millions of sperm.
"What are you doing here?" asked seven-year-old Nona.
A
boy of about four appeared before her. He put his hands on his hips and
gave her a stern and grown-up expression. "I want to look up your
dress!"
Nona giggled. "Why would I let you do that?"
"Because it's naughty and you'd like me to!"
She realized he was correct. "OK," she said, suddenly a little shy. She
stood.
The
little boy immediately knelt and bent forward to look up under the
patterned green dress at her white panties. But he didn't just look. He
slid his hands up above her knee.
"I didn't say you could do that!" Nona said, but she didn't move.
The boy said nothing, but kept sliding up until his hands touched her
panties, then began stroking. Nona shifted a little.
The boy kept one hand firmly cupped on her pussy and stood up, her
dress pushing up as he did.
"Now lie down on your bed!" the little guy commanded.
Nona did, not quite sure what was going on.
"Pull your panties down!" he commanded.
"No!" she said, hotly.
Suddenly the little guy broke out in a huge grin. "Ah, c'mon, it's very
naughty, right! Think how very, very naughty!"
She
was indeed feeling like being naughty, so with a thrill she did. He
made clear it was in fun, and it was like playing doctor, at least a
little.
He launched himself on her, giggling, "Naughty, naughty,
Nona!" But he was also fiddling with his hands, opening his fly,
pulling it out, pushing her dress out of the way, then nudging her legs
apart, all quite quickly.
Then she felt it poke her right on her privates, then amazingly slide
inside her body!
"You
stop right now!" she said, but his hands gripped her hips. She
struggled but was unable to get a purchase to pull him off. She felt
his little thing surging in and out and in and out at a furious clip,
then heard the little boy moan, then he relaxed and nothing was poking
into her any more. And that was all there was to it.
It had been scary there for a moment, but it had been very, very
naughty, she thought with excitement.
"Want me to come back tomorrow and we can be naughty again?" the cheeky
little guy asked.
"No, I do not!" Nona said, but she couldn't help smiling a little.
The boy smiled too.
Hey
-- I'll do anything to get some girl tail! I had arrived as a
nonthreatening small boy with a thin, pre-lubricated cock. I only
spurted a couple small pulses up her pussy, just enough to stay and not
leak out.
"Noooo!!!" wailed four-year-old Iris. "I don't like it! ... Leave me
alone!"
Despite
her protests, she knew not to fight me as I removed her nightshirt. I
started lustily fondling her body up and down. She knew to spread her
legs. I bent my face to her girly parts and inhaled deeply of her pussy
smell, then set to licking while the girl cried softly. When I had had
my fill of her sweetness and was totally hard, I rose on my hands and
knees above her, my cock positioned right over her mouth.
"Just a little kiss, Iris," I said.
She
pouted, then opened to take my tip inside. With her mouth distended
around a cock, she was absolutely gorgeous. I felt exquisite pleasure
and could have very happily filled her mouth with cum, but as always I
wanted to save my cum for her pussy. So I lowered myself and pressed
in. With my steely shaft enveloped in her hot cunt, I began little
strokes, then bigger ones.
She fixed me with her accusing,
soulful eyes as I humped away in the pussy tucked up in her cute little
body. A couple minutes was enough for me, then I surged deep, making
her yelp, while my loins convulsed and sprayed her little cunt with
silvery seed. I grinned and pulled out.
"Thanks, Iris, that was great," I panted.
"I hate you," she said, but she didn't complain as I helped her back
into her panties and nightshirt.
For some reason I wanted to leave enough cum in her so it stained her
panties as it oozed out.
If
only she didn't look so amazingly gorgeous when she gave me that
accusing stare, moist round eyes and pretty little mouth. Surely no one
could be miserable and look that beautiful at the same time? It wasn't
possible, was it? In any case, I wanted her, so I took her.
Three
years earlier, I had fathered a dozen babies as a sort of experiment. I
knew who they were and watched them at all times, just like I watched
everyone else. I was curious about them but didn't have an emotional
reaction at first. But when they turned two, I felt a little twinge of
pride. Why, these were flesh of my flesh, even if it was flesh I had
conjured up out of Godspace.
Now that I was having sex with
girls and women against their will, fewer girls were begging me to give
them a baby. Still, there were thousands, and now I decided to go ahead
and give them all what they wanted.
Another feeling crept in,
however. I possessed gorgeous women all the time, but then I let them
consort with their husbands to conceive the babies they wanted. That
didn't seem right. I was fucking them regularly, and the very purpose
of fucking was to make babies. Why shouldn't I be the father sometimes?
After all, I was God! I began impregnating the most beautiful women
myself when they wanted a baby, but before long I thought I ought to be
the one knocking up those who were just very attractive. That was
enough, I figured. But it was a slippery slope, and that desire to
impregnate became stronger and stronger.
As always in human
history, some girls got pregnant without meaning to, when they had
unprotected sex during the middle of their cycles. Instead of letting
some lowly man or boy father the unplanned baby, I decided I might as
well be the one to start those children as well.
Before long I
was causing 80% of the pregnancies on Earth. But who could think it
anything but the highest honor to bear one of God's children?
I
wasn't sure just what influence my paternity would have on the
appearance of my children. Mostly they looked like they were descended
from the man whose body I had conjured up out of Godspace -- I usually
did make a man who was culturally appropriate in pigmentation and
features.
However, there was also a certain other quality in my
sons and daughters, a certain look around the eyes, a shape of the
head, a set of the shoulders. It gave a hint as to the existence of a
human self that would be truly me, if I knew how to create it -- an
intriguing concept.
My desire to impregnate was joined by
another sign of possession and ownership. I got jealous. It made me
angry to think of other men and boys sullying the pussies of my girls
with their sexual organs and their semen. The girls were mine! So I
made sex between them impossible. The guys simply couldn't get their
cocks in. But then I found I was displeased with their kissing or
fondling my girls, so I prevented that too.
This was naturally
disappointing to the men. Some ugly girls were available, but most
women were beyond their reach. They were like nuns -- brides of God,
but now in a very literal sense.
I started rubbing all the men's
pricks from Godspace every night to give them a wet dream. It was
distasteful to me, but I found a way to perform that routine
manipulation without being aware of it. The men's unhappiness was
dulled considerably by the nightly satisfaction of their rawest
physical desire.
I
tried to wait until the girls and women had gone to bed for the night.
If I felt I needed to take a girl three times, I would do it once at
bedtime, once in the morning, and once in the middle of the night. But
always when they were in bed. That was the plan.
But the problem
was that since I am everywhere at once, seeing everything, there was
temptation all around me. It was hard to resist.
Kayla rolled her eyes and got up quietly from her seat, heading for the
door.
"Again?" asked Mrs. Templeton, the tenth-grade math teacher, sighing.
Kayla shrugged. "It's not my idea," she muttered.
"Of course, of course," Mrs. Templeton murmured in reply.
Kayla
had felt the vibrating at her clitoris, and she knew that meant I
wanted her. I had been looking at her in her light blue dress, legs
crossed, gorgeous face dreamy and smiling. Her sizable breasts rose and
fell just a little as she breathed. And I needed to have her.
Ordinarily
I would have guided her to one of the storage closets or empty teacher
offices, but at that particular time all of those were occupied with
other incarnations of myself making love to other girls I had found
irresistible.
Kayla felt herself nudged invisibly towards the girls' room.
"The
girls' room?" she asked, irritably. But she sighed and went in. I
guided her from Godspace to a stall, and as she locked the door behind
her, I appeared as a man in it with her, enjoying the close quarters.
Kayla
was annoyed, but I had been stimulating her clitoris strongly for the
past two minutes and she was also very aroused sexually.
"What should I do?" she asked with a mixture of lust and exasperation.
"Kneel on the toilet seat."
"Really?"
"It's OK, there's more there than you think."
Sure
enough, she could feel but not see a padded shelf at the height of the
toilet seat extending back to the wall. She knelt, partly on the toilet
seat and partly on the shelf, and reached forward with her hands to
assume the doggy position.
"Very good, sweet Kayla."
"You're a very dirty old man," she said. "Couldn't we at least wait
until I got home to do it again?"
"No, sweetie, I just had to have you. But maybe we could stop and I
could just let you go back to class," I teased.
"Not
any more!" she said. Her juices had soaked through her panties and a
rivulet had just appeared below the hem of that blue dress.
I
pulled down my trousers to expose my hard cock, then lifted her dress.
It was always exciting to see those sexy thighs and butt suddenly
exposed as the innocent cloth rose out of the way. I pulled down her
panties and sidled up behind her.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, butt undulating slightly.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, you prick! Fuck me!"
That was an invitation I couldn't ignore. I slid up inside her, my
long, fat penis tailored to her deep, well-stretched cunt.
"Ohhh," she moaned and shuddered.
She
was coming already. One reason Kayla was so irresistible was that she
came when a cock went into her and pretty much kept coming for as long
as it went back and forth. At night she could just sleep off the
exhaustion she felt after fifteen minutes of continuous orgasm. But I
figured she did need to be able to concentrate a bit in class. So I
took pity on the girl and didn't wait long before sending my own male
self into high gear, thrusting my big cock deep and fast, over and
over, into the hot cunt that gripped it tightly. Her orgasm
intensified, and in a minute I gripped her butt strongly. As I rammed
back and forth high up her cunt, my cock tip lost its toilet training,
so to speak, and cum shot out over and over again, making a big mess in
her upper pussy, and within seconds it was too big a mess for the pussy
to hold so it came oozing back out. From Godspace I removed the section
of the invisible shelf that was underneath her twat, and some of the
blobs fell into the toilet, some onto the front of the seat and some
onto the floor.
When I pulled out, panting Kayla collapsed
forward, upper torso and head leaning on the invisible shelf I had
created. After appreciating the mess I had made for a few seconds I
cleaned it all up from Godspace, leaving a little cum deep inside her,
however. I pulled up her panties and smoothed her dress back down and
nudged her up from the invisible shelf.
"Time for class," I said gently. "You don't want to miss too much."
She
stood and leaned back against me while she regained her equilibrium. My
arms wrapped around her front gently. After a few seconds she turned,
gave a tired smile, and reached up with her lips to give me a tender
kiss.
"Now can you wait until I get home from school?" she asked.
The
day's tally was pretty high already: Once when she woke up, once in
first period French, and now in fourth period Math, and I thought I
could wait until she got home from school.
"I'll try," I said a little sheepishly.
"Good,"
she said, shivering slightly as she shook off the last of her orgasm in
preparation for trying to learn some math. I disappeared as she opened
the stall door.
I
entered another phase. Some people might say I went crazy. I would just
say I raised my appreciation of sexuality to a higher level.
Watching
the four beauties lounging on the beach side by side, I tried to think
when next I could coax them into a private setting. It would be hours!
Four of me appeared right by them, one for each.
Anne noticed someone was shading her body, so she opened her eyes to
look. She saw the man she usually saw in her bedroom.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I've got to have you, Annie dear."
"Where?" She looked back and forth, seeing there was no private spot
anywhere within sight.
"Right here," I said.
"In public? Do you have a screw loose?'
"I'm not sure about that part, but... you won't be alone."
With
that a hundred extra men appeared on the beach, all naked, all with
erections or cocks that rose rapidly. And amid a rising hubbub, each
man approached a different woman or girl, fondling, pressing, working
up to a mating. A hundred clitori were being vibrated vigorously, a
hundred pussies quickly engorging, deepening, getting very wet.
"Everyone can see!" yelled out a distraught twelve-year-old.
"It's OK, said her teen version of me, "Everyone else is doing it too."
And indeed, all the girls and women could see the orgy taking shape on
the beach.
The
men on the beach were more shocked than the women, since they had never
before seen strange men appearing from nowhere to fuck their wives and
daughters. At night, they were always put into that deep sleep when I
visited their womenfolk. Now, many became very angry, and I put those
to sleep. A few lashed out at my ardent men, but they landed no blows
and were quickly restrained from Godspace.
"Please, put him to
sleep!" many a woman whispered urgently. Her husband might not be
acting hostile, but he was watching. She didn't want to expose him to
the humiliation of seeing his wife fucked by another man in the plain
view of hundreds. Most of the women knew that under the influence of my
perfectly tailored caress they were probably going to come, which would
add insult to injury. So I shrugged my virtual shoulders and just
knocked most of the men out while I took my ardent pleasure.
I
recognized no age limit. There were some young girls on the beach, too,
and I made men or boys for them as well to repeat the intimate activity
that they had previously experienced only at night.
The sound
track on the beach was an interesting mix. There were many low-pitched
grunts, sighs, and moans as my many incarnations got more and more
excited. Similar sounds of a higher pitch marked the women's pleasure.
There was relatively little of that, however, as the women were feeling
less pleasure than usual, anxious about having sex in this new, very
public environment. They were also less inclined than usual to give
voice to whatever pleasure they were feeling. Some women cussed and
swore, and a few cried. Several of the girls whined, cried, or
sniffled. But a bit like popcorn popping, each of my bodies came, one
after another, and each made a point of making a loud, proud noise to
mark that ecstasy.
If not one beach, why not a thousand? If a beach, why not a school or
an airport? Why any limits at all?
Thousands were watching the big game. It was fourth and goal to go. But
suddenly a wave of sound rose up from the stands.
I
saw every woman's butt in her shorts, every breast in its bra, every
sweet face. And up and down the stands, I decided I wanted them, and I
didn't want to wait. So thousands of me appeared, each intent on
getting into the pants of one particular woman or girl. I simply
immobilized all the men as a precaution, but no longer felt any need to
knock them out. Space was tight so it took some doing for the females
to get their shorts and panties down or dresses hitched up. When it
took too long I just solved the problem with a rip of cloth from
Godspace. Many were less cooperative than usual, for some reason, and I
needed to restrain them as well as the men. There was also the matter
of getting enough space for a good fuck. Often the best I could do was
to lean the woman over her immobilized husband's lap and take her from
the rear. I could also just sit her in her husband's lap, though her
butt had to be right up on his knees so her pussy was accessible enough
to fuck.
Feeling so many of me in such close proximity lent a
certain urgency and excitement to the occasion. I didn't get it all
synchronized, but I worked up to simultaneous orgasms for dozens of me
at once -- two hundred in my best effort. A sudden burst of roar, moan,
or shouted expletive indicated another couple dozen pussies shot deep
with a load of sperm -- another score, you might say, to make a lame
human joke. It wasn't the most comfortable place to linger, so the men
disappeared back into Godspace shortly after coming.
For
some reason, the number of people who thought I was God dropped
precipitously, and those viewing me as the devil grew in numbers and
strength of conviction.
What turned these misguided people
against me even more than the football stadium was the scene at the
elementary schools, replayed over and over around the world.
The
second grade teacher was immobilized, but she nonetheless saw what
happened. Most of the girls were suddenly attended by a pedophile who
set about molesting her. The teacher saw the skirts go up and the jeans
go down, then the panties move too, but they went in one direction
only: down. She saw many girls take a man's cock in her mouth. One man
wanked himself and shot an amazing amount of cum all over the girl's
face and hair and chest and little pussy. But most of the men ended up
with their hips aligned with the girl's hips, centered, then each cock
approached that central spot between the girl's legs, and then it
surged up out of sight inside her. The teacher saw men's butts
contorting rhythmically, faster and faster, as they drove the
associated penis in and out of each little girl's pussy. Some of the
girls smiled, giggled, and joked, excited to be doing this sexy stuff
in public. Others just looked resigned and bored. A few fought back
tears or cried out. But the teacher noted that none of them looked
truly shocked, because all of them had been molested and fucked many,
many times before.
I
tried, honestly I did. I tried to let a family finish a meal together
before taking the mother and her twelve- and seven-year-old daughters.
I tried to let the whole class finish taking the test. I tried to stay
away from women while they were driving. I tried and almost always
succeeded in leaving the females alone during funerals.
The
problem with being everywhere at once, seeing everything, is that a lot
of what I saw was luscious femininity. And being a God in close touch
with his sexuality, it was hard to resist. There was no one to stop me!
And, come to think of it, that is certainly right and just, because I
am God.
No attractive female headed into the shower or tub was
likely to make it without at least a brief delay to get fucked. One
load of cum at bedtime and another before rising for the day was almost
a rule.
There
were only about two million of them in the entire world, not all that
many in proportion to the population. They were the girls who were just
too stunningly attractive to resist.
Marlene lay in bed, and it
was already well past her bedtime. As soon as I finished ejaculating
inside her and pulled out, her sexy body renewed my interest. While the
one man recovered from his orgasm, another appeared out of Godspace to
fondle and kiss gorgeous Marlene, and lust soon led him to drive into
her pussy, not many minutes after the first had finished. After a while
the exhausted Marlene fell asleep, but my hunger knew no rest. Whenever
a man withdrew to rest his loins and savor his conquest, I in Godspace
saw her body lying there, unbelievably sexy, with an empty pussy. I
needed to fill it! So another man materialized to satisfy that urge.
I
tried to leave her alone long enough to finish a meal, but it was hard.
Sometimes I just had to get her in doggy position and hump her once
more while she chewed her food.
It was easy enough to give her
time to pee, but both constipation and diarrhea tried my patience.
Fortunately I could control those from Godspace to some extent and I
also made sure she ate a diet with plenty of fiber.
Ordinarily
on the old Earth a girl getting that much sexual attention would get a
very sore vagina, but I had my ways of keeping her healthy. Some I
could do straight from Godspace, and it helped to make sure that the
lubrication was always just right.
There wasn't much point in
Marlene going to school, but she could listen to music or watch TV. She
could have friends, though her lifestyle put a crimp on ordinary
friendships. She could become fast friends with another girl in the
same position, playing and sharing confidences as they both got fucked
endlessly.
It was certainly a peculiar life. But she was in no
pain, and I wasn't trying to make her feel bad. And my attraction to
Marlene first went over that line to a constant need for fulfillment
when she turned six; it is always easier to adjust to something unusual
when it starts early in life.
But while there were only a couple
million who I couldn't leave alone for long with an empty pussy, there
were a hundred times as many girls who were so sexy that I couldn't let
them just sleep. When the face grows slack, the breath makes the breast
-- or flat chest -- rise and fall gently, beneath the soft fabric, I am
moved. Below, something is always on top: a pelvis with a mound in
front, a hip rising sexily above a leg that is always bent a little, or
two sexy buttocks, big or small. Whatever it is, I am moved. And when I
am sufficiently moved, I materialize and free the girl's body from her
clothing. I kiss and lick and rub unfettered by any instinct for
moderation, then work my cock up her cunt and fuck with abandon. During
the day, I can control myself with those girls, but at night -- well, I
make sure those girls and their families get a very sound night's sleep.
The
little girl finished brushing her wavy brown hair, clipped on a pink
barrette, and smiled at herself in the mirror. I materialized behind
her and enveloped her in my arms from the rear. Did I detect a trace of
disappointment in her face? Perhaps, but she knew what to do. She held
her shirt out from her body so I could slide my hands up underneath to
feel the little nipples in her flat chest. When she knew I had had
enough of that, she gamely lay back on the bed after pulling down pants
and panties. She tolerantly smiled while I washed her face with my
tongue, and then she smiled pleasantly as I fucked her for five
minutes. She gave a big smile when she felt me surge and heard my
orgasmic moan. With that interlude over, she could be off to her next
activity. It was no more than fifteen minutes out of her day.
Her
legs were long and thin, and with that black dress that went to just
above her knee she was already quite attractive. As she strolled
through the park, a breeze stirred her hair and ruffled her dress. That
was the extra spark that made me have to have her. She lay down on a
soft mattress that I made appear just for the purpose and spread those
thin legs just for me. I just snipped her panties from Godspace while
cupping her breast through dress and bra. A brief exploration with my
hand between her legs to touch soft, moist hair was very exciting. I
surged up inside her and came within seconds. Sometimes I just needed
to do it that way.
As with all these girls, I reassembled her clothing for her when I was
done!
Kate
was quite the little minx. She was seven, blonde and sported just a
little extra flesh. She had been happily accepting my attentions since
she was four. She didn't have much of a sexual response, but she didn't
care. She just loved the touch, the attention, the intimate encounter
with a warm fleshy prong up her pussy. As a result, she was always
doing little flirtatious things throughout the day, hoping she would
catch my fancy. And she did! As one example, she wore a lovely purple
dress with no panties and sat on a swing in what was close to a lotus
position. She got herself swinging with arms and body alone. The wind
generated from the swinging flipped her dress up and down, exposing her
pussy now and then. I appeared in front of her naked, little cock eager
and twitching. "I thought you'd never come!" she smiled, as I brought
the swing to a slow stop. I put my hands under her arms to lift her off
the swing and brought her front to mine, up high. Then I set her
straight down on me. My cock surged up her pussy as we stood. She
wrapped her legs around behind me and we kissed passionately.
Lisa
and Laura were best friends, and both cute little darlings. At age
seven one of their favorite after-school games was to strip naked and
lie side by side on the bed, legs spread wide. "Dear God, will you
please come see me?" they prayed. I never kept them waiting long -- I
am never too busy. I materialized as different people each time, to
keep things exciting for them. The people were always male, and they
always had hard cocks that somehow ended up inside the little girls'
pussies.
Despite
all the sex I was engaging in, life continued much as it had before.
Half the species are men and boys, and their lives were not really
affected. True, the men were demoralized by rarely fathering any
children and having to compete with other men for the attentions of a
few ugly women if they wanted sex. There was plenty of porn available.
But there is more to life than fatherhood. True, fewer people got
married , as sexual relations were impossible.
Life
was also largely unchanged for women over age forty. I would visit some
of them occasionally, but not often. Women over 50 were untroubled by
me. I left the unattractive women alone. Although my tastes got more
catholic as the years passed, there were always about 20% I just had no
interest in.
Land was farmed, goods were made and shipped, and
financial markets rose and fell. People danced and attended rodeos and
the Indy 500. Pop stars went up the charts and back down, and Reality
TV gripped its viewers. The internet continued to expand and diversify
and evolve, occupying an ever-greater share of people's time and
attention. In an ever-shrinking high culture arena, art, music, and
theater continued as ever.
In many ways, life was better. Wars
ceased. Dictators fell and corruption gradually waned. With peace and
stability, starvation disappeared as well. Many were desperately poor,
but fewer than before.
You see, I worried less and less about
making the world a boring place. Peace and stability meant more happy
and attractive girls for me to fuck. And satisfying that need
overshadowed concerns about boredom.
I
had a vision. In this vision I stopped blocking the cervixes of all my
young women and let my sperm wriggle in, impregnating them in huge
numbers. I disabled all the sperm with Y chromosomes, so all the babies
were girls. As they reached that magic age of four, they constituted a
whole new crop of girls to molest, which was exciting because there are
just never enough little girls on Earth, and they don't stay little for
long. In my vision, I kept the little girls pouring out of wombs in a
veritable flood, and as they grew by the millions my lust was satisfied
more spectacularly than ever. It deepened and I needed more.
In my vision, my crop of girls strained the food supply, which led me
to find savings on the demand side.
I
"accidentally" made a small slip-up from Godspace in the brainstems of
the males, severing some key nerves and soon ridding the world of them.
Women whose bellies no longer produced young girls were superfluous and
a similar slip-up could save the food they were eating. Ugly girls
weren't needed either, nor were the wombs of ugly women. Lust out of
control, I couldn't stop making little girls to molest and fuck
constantly as they grew.
And then when the population was 40
billion and my ever-more-strenuous efforts from Godspace to feed them
all failed -- then in my vision they mostly all starved to death. In my
desperation I tried in vain to find a way to kill myself to stop my
anguish.
So it remained a vision, and will for all time -- I hope.
A
billion plus beautiful females to fuck any time of day or night -- that
is a great deal to be thankful for. There are a great many fucks that
happen in bed: the usual bedtime and morning inseminations and all
those between while girls sleep. There are the ones during the day,
where the slightest alluring detail will awaken yet another instance of
my sexual urgency, making me create a man carrying that urgency on a
human scale and satisfying it with a copious dose of sperm up her pussy.
A
young girl emerging from the bath humming a cheerful tune is suddenly
no longer alone in the bath and will have to wait a few minutes before
she can towel dry.
Breasts that jiggle beneath a white blouse as
a brunette shows a little spring in her step -- a brief detour to the
bushes is called for, where those breasts can be eagerly sucked and the
pussy below exposed, aroused to desire, and filled to the satisfaction
of both parties.
From one side of the inside of the toilet bowl,
I see a twat descend and lips spread enough to allow a flood of urine.
The flood slows to a trickle, then some drips, and a hand with toilet
paper quickly dabs. But as she rises, a man stops her before her
panties are quite all the way up. Pushing her gently back down on the
seat, he splits those same pussy lips with a huge shaft. Within
seconds, the shaft pumps shot after shot of semen up high -- as he
continues to thrust wildly, semen surges back between those lips and
into the toilet, ultimately more than the amount of urine she just let
loose.
A little one practicing "W" sitting as she plays,
pressing her panties flat against the floor -- the "W" sitting must be
replaced by a prone "Y" configuration for a few minutes while my desire
is satisfied.
A soccer team of 12-year-olds stands, sweaty from
exertion, breasts moist and heaving within training bras under matching
purple athletic shirts. To my ever-present eye, thighs disappear up
beneath athletic shorts, just begging for an answer to the question:
What lies above? The whole team -- both teams! -- must take a divinely
mandated time-out while I investigate personally what is up higher
between those thighs -- then explore higher still within each girl's
body, where I mark my deepest penetration with a mass of white, sticky
daddy-stuff.
Girls suddenly stop as they walk and whisper,
"Please, God, fuck me!" Wherever they are, in public or private, I
appear to caress and fondle, but always end by finding or creating a
place to support their buttocks. Whether horizontal or vertical, I push
those buttocks back firmly as I pound my custom-fashioned cock up their
pussies. There are millions of these girls, all the time, as they
remember fondly the last time they were satisfied in every respect with
intimate male presence, wet vagina stretched deliciously by cock, wet
vagina suddenly getting much wetter with semen spurts as throbbing
mutual orgasm signifies complete feminine fulfillment.