Seven-year-old
Mary Offers Sperm Communion
by Sterling
The
name is Francis -- Francis Smith. The year was 1864. I was a sailor on
a merchant ship on a run between San Francisco and Australia. A big
storm came up, lots of fear and valiant efforts and all, but the ship
sank (glub, glub, glub). Some other guys hung on to wreckage, but I
knew how to swim. I swam for a long time through the night (paddle,
paddle, paddle). I got tired, but vowed to continue despite desperate
weariness. I wanted to survive! And, however unlikely it might seem, I
did. If not, I wouldn't be here telling my tale. Eventually I heard the
sound of surf, followed it, and got to an island. I dragged myself up
onto the beach and collapsed just as the first light of dawn appeared.
I
awoke to an awareness of human presence, a shell held to my lips with
cool sweet water. It was very welcome (gulp, gulp, gulp). Eventually I
felt well enough to sit up and look around.
This is the time to
bring on the natives from stage left. Strange body piercings,
half-naked warriors, and of course nubile native girls. But it didn't
happen that way. The women around me were all of European stock. They
were excited too to find that was the very language I spoke.
As
I sat up, there were perhaps a dozen women in view. I was offered more
drink and then food (munch, munch, munch): Delicious fresh coconut
meat, some starchy fruit kind of like banana, then delicious shrimp and
fish. Real delicacies after a sailor's rations. I offered my sincere
thanks.
After a while I managed to get to my feet. I followed
them unsteadily up off the beach, down a path for some ways and into a
hut made from native materials of some sort.
I talked with the
couple of women who were my companions, and later a couple older women
came and we had a more formal conversation. My side of the story was
pretty simple. Theirs was complicated.
What they'd heard from
their grandmothers and grandfathers was that back in 1682, a ship of
English colonists had set sail, seeking a new land where they could
practice their religion. They had wandered through the South Pacific,
but every island was already occupied by heathen savages or else
uninhabitable. They managed to replenish their supplies, but kept
traveling, hoping to find the land they had been promised in the
founder's religious revelation.
Through one sort of trial or
another, most died. But when the ship found this island, 18 were still
alive. Uninhabited, it was the paradise they had been seeking. Fruit
fell from the trees, there was an abundant and edible root, and
shellfish could be pulled from the lagoon with little effort. Over a
century and a half passed, and they were fruitful and multiplied. Their
religion was very important to them and they passed it down through the
generations. The ship had long since disintegrated, and all they had
were a few souvenirs.
I had seen no men, and here their story
became astonishing. Four years before, several canoes of savage
warriors had landed. The colony had no weapons to speak of and no
military tradition. In short order the savages had subdued feeble
attempts at resistance, and then set about slaughtering all the men. A
few desperate women had thought that perhaps some mercy could be found
if they offered themselves sexually, but the warriors had rebuffed such
offers with contempt. To the additional horror of the colonists, they
had sought out all the boys and killed them too, down to the tiniest
baby. If it had a penis, they killed it. Yet they never harmed a woman
or a girl. Even the women who struck out in their rage and grief were
tossed aside but not harmed. The savages made no sexual advances.
Ten
days passed, and the savages were very thorough, easily tracking down
even the men and boys who had gone into the interior of the island to
hide.
But on the tenth day, another canoe landed, and the
messenger raced among his brethren, gesticulating wildly and talking
with great animation in their heathen tongue. His message soon spread
to all of the warriors, who hastily retreated to their canoes and fled
from the island.
The women were naturally in shock. They buried
the dead and grieved, but life must go on. The youngest girls in
particular were effective in bringing them back to the present. The
little ones were hungry, and they insisted on playing and exploring and
asking questions. Humans do not give up after tragedies, they rebound
and try again. The women couldn't help but wonder if the warriors would
return, but they took some heart from the shift in their demeanor.
Whereas before they had viewed the women with contempt, their attitude
had changed after the messenger had come. They acted terrified of the
women and avoided them as they prepared their hasty retreat.
Nine
women had been pregnant at the time of the attack, and they gave birth
to seven girls and two boys. They realized the two boys were
extraordinarily precious. But one had died of disease when he was 10
months old. A mere three months before my arrival, the other had for no
apparent reason died in his sleep.
Although there was no
immediate threat, their long-term survival was in jeopardy. My arrival
was considered the answer to their prayers -- and there was a lot of
praying going on around me all the time.
But as they understood
Him, the God who had answered their prayers had very strict and
conventional rules about sex. It was holy within the bounds of
matrimony, but absolutely forbidden outside of it. One man, one wife,
and as many children as she could produce. They were relieved to find
that I was at least a bachelor and free to marry. That was the story as
the elders told it.
In private, hushed conversation, some of the
younger women had offered some other considerations. In the community's
history up until 4 years ago, an occasional unmarried girl who got
pregnant was reviled and shunned, but she was not stoned to death. In
the world that now beckoned, one lucky queen bee would produce babies
at the maddeningly slow pace humans are limited to, and the only other
women with babies would be sinners. In a community desperately short of
babies, it was hard to imagine that the social stigma would work the
same way. As it turned out, the elders recognized their changed
circumstances as well, and sexual sin was rarely mentioned.
I asked what the population of the island was. The answer was 904, now that I had arrived.
Now
a bit about me. I was at the time 19 and a virgin, growing up poor in a
Midwest town. A missing father, a mother who tried to make ends meet
but wasn't one of those heroes you read about. When my pals got to be
teens, they talked about girls and wanting to fuck them. But it never
moved me the same way. There was no way I could marry, being dirt poor.
Some old guy told tales about going away to sea. So at age 15 I'd
headed to New York and been living the life of a sailor ever since. On
shore leave my shipmates often headed for the brothels, but it just
never appealed to me.
I
had been issued my own hut -- quite a fancy one. In the wake of the
holocaust a mere 4 years earlier, there was plenty of housing stock.
During
my second day, when I was feeling fit and well again, young women in
small groups dropped by to chat. Even I could tell they were trying to
present themselves in the best light, each hoping I would choose her as
my wife. Many were very pretty, many seemed very nice, and some were
both nice and pretty. But as before, I wasn't filled with that burning
desire that my fellows always seemed to be.
Shortly after sunset, there was a knock on the post by my door (doors were made of woven mats).
"Uh, come in," I said uncertainly, rising from my chair.
"Hi, I'm Elizabeth, we met this afternoon."
"Ah, yes, Elizabeth." I could barely make her out in the dim light and certainly wouldn't have remembered her name.
She
stood very close to me and looked up at me with a certain kind of
smile. I put my arms on her shoulders tentatively -- something I'd
never done before.
"I thought you might like some female companionship," she said. "Having been out at sea for so long and all."
"Oh, I... Sure, that sounds good," I said.
She looked at me expectantly, but I didn't know what to do.
"You can do anything you want with me," she said with a friendly tone.
"I've... I've never done this before."
"Really?"
she said, but quickly suppressed her surprise. "It's pretty simple,
really. You take your breeches off." When I hesitated, she started
fiddling with the buttons herself, but I took over and removed them.
"Then
your, um, penis..." She reached down and touched my limp organ. "Oh,
hmmm, my husband's was always hard when we were together," she said.
"Well, I can take off my clothes..." She removed the dress made of
native materials, then the underwear, and stood before me naked. I
hadn't seen many naked women before, and there she was. Breasts, hips,
a little bit of pubic hair and of course no cock and balls. She moved
in a special sort of slinky way that I knew was seductive. "You think I
look nice?"
"Oh, very nice!" I said.
She looked
uncertain, but lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide. "All you
have to do is just lie on me and stick it in here," she said, holding
her lips apart down below. "But your cock has to be hard first... Does
it ever get hard?"
"Sure, sometimes," I said. It did
occasionally get hard, I'd stroke it a bunch of times and make a big
sticky mess to relieve myself in my hammock. But it wasn't hard now.
She rose, flustered, and got dressed again. "Well, nice to see you," she said, and hurriedly left.
She
wasn't the only one with the idea of offering me some female
companionship after my long time at sea. But the results were the same.
I got as far once as lying on the woman and making thrusting motions,
but that didn't make my cock rise either.
The next day the women came in small groups as before, but some of them seemed more reserved.
Then
I caught sight of a little girl. I had no idea how to judge ages, but
she just made me feel very happy. I gave her a big smile. She looked up
uncertainly at her mother, who hadn't noticed, then gave me a shy smile
and looked away.
"How many girls do you have on the island?" I asked. "You said the barbarians didn't kill any of them, right?"
"Correct. Well, it depends on how you count." The women ran through names with each other. There were certainly dozens of them.
After
that news got around, girls then showed up with their mothers. With the
women I quickly ran out of things to say. But the girls were different.
I loved talking with them, or more often, just listening. Once I put
them at ease some of them would talk for a long time. A pair of girls
who I later learned were 8 years old told me about various natural
features of the island, and I was delighted to follow them on a tour
and find the caves and hills and big trees and little waterfalls.
Later,
a couple of big girls came by with their mothers. I could just see the
faintest bulges starting on their chests, and they looked shy and
awkward. Now if one of them showed up in my room at night... I felt my
cock swell a little just thinking about it.
Just after sunset, there was a knock and Sarah entered, one of the girls I'd spoken with that afternoon.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi." She looked down, then up awkwardly.
I felt uneasy myself as I said, "Are... Are you here to offer me company?"
"Yes. I have no idea what I'm doing, but they say you don't either," she said with a nervous laugh.
"Well,
we take our clothes off." I removed my breeches, and she hesitantly
took her dress off and stood before me. This time my cock was standing
out firmly.
"Them too," I said breathlessly, and she removed her coarse panties. "Then you lie here..."
Feeling
dizzy, I mounted, opened her up down there, noting just a little fuzz
where the women had thick hair. I stuck my cock right between her legs
and pushed. She stiffened a bit but I pushed again and again, until I
felt wetness around my cock tip. It was fantastic. Three more pushes
and I was spewing my gobs of stuff right up into her body where they
belonged. As my cock stopped twitching I withdrew.
I felt fully satisfied in a way I never knew I could. If that's what the others felt when they fucked women, wow!
With
my need satisfied, she didn't look quite as alluring to me, but she was
still interesting. Her expression was one of surprise and excitement,
mixed with embarrassment and confusion. I lay beside her, and awkwardly
hugged her, running my hands all over her back and sides and hair --
everywhere I could reach. She smiled and ran her hands over me too.
Within
just a couple minutes my cock had risen to erect again. I nudged her
onto her back and pressed it into her pussy again. This time I didn't
start spurting right away, but found myself fucking in and out
vigorously, enjoying it a whole lot. But within two minutes I felt an
urgency, fucked in and out harder and then delivered my seed up inside
her once more. I was aware of occasional hushed voices outside the hut
talking excitedly.
We discovered kissing, and rubbing noses. But
after an hour, I was eager to mate again. After that we fell asleep for
a while, but when I woke and felt her near me, my cock surged strongly
to life and I gave her another squirt of juice up the pussy.
When we emerged in the morning, it was clear to all that I had enjoyed the feminine companionship of young Sarah.
Shortly
after lunch Rachel arrived, a girl who was Sarah's height but didn't
have any bulges showing on her chest at all. I knew what she wanted
just from the way she looked at me, and while I had loved Sarah's
company immensely, I was thrilled by the idea of Rachel too. Seeing her
chest with no swellings at all was even more exciting. I mounted her,
penetrated, and within a minute shot my load. I was about to snuggle up
next to her when she got up instead.
"My mother said I had to come right home as soon as you did it to me."
"Why?"
"I don't know." And with that she was up and gone.
Mary
was a girl of about 7, and I thought she was lovely. We were talking
just outside my hut, and when I went inside she came in too. Sarah and
Rachel had turned me on, but if girls like Mary were interested, they
were even more appealing.
"Now you take your clothes off."
She looked hesitant, but did as I asked.
When I stripped my erection was full and ready. Finally I was finding the kind of female I really wanted to fuck!
"Now lie back... spread your legs... That's it!"
When
I mounted her and pressed, my cock didn't go in. She gasped. I couldn't
understand why. I pressed harder and harder, and she grimaced with
pain. I was confused, but my urge was very strong. Why else would she
come in to my hut if she didn't want to offer me female companionship?
Finally my cock made its way into her body, and she cried out. I was in
just an inch or two, but that was all I needed, and after a few quick
strokes I spurted into little Mary as I had into the two bigger girls.
With
my need satisfied, I attended to my concern for her. Why had she
reacted so differently from the other two? When I looked down I saw
blood coming out between her legs.
Mary wanted to leave, and I
certainly didn't want to stop her. I rested in happy afterglow for an
hour, but when I reemerged, the mood outside changed. A couple of women
stood at some distance with arms folded. No more children were in
evidence. When I went for a walk, the women followed me. When I caught
sight of a girl in the distance and followed, the women told the girl
firmly that she was not allowed to play with me.
Rachel came
back and I was happy to fuck her again. Sarah came back a little later
and I gave her what she came for, but this time she too left just as
soon as I'd unloaded my balls in her pussy.
The next day Esther approached, perhaps the most revered of the elders.
She
led me to her cabin, while the women who tailed me waited outside. I
followed her inside for a private audience. When we were seated, she
spoke.
"Welcome to our island, Francis. You've been here 6 days now. I trust you've been having a pleasant time."
"Very pleasant, Esther, very pleasant indeed."
"Yes, well. A lot of women here are upset about what you did to Mary. Very, very upset."
"I
couldn't figure out why she was crying. Everyone who came into my hut
was offering me female companionship, and Sarah and Rachel were both
just fine with getting it."
"Wait, are you serious? You don't know why Mary was crying?"
"Not really."
"She's just a little girl. Not ready to be a woman at all!"
"So?"
"Oh."
She paused. "You really don't know much, do you. The womanly parts of
little girls aren't ready for sex yet. If a man tries to enter her, it
damages her and hurts a great deal."
"Oh, shit! Oops! I mean, I'm sorry... I had no idea! Is she OK?"
"It looks like she'll recover, yes."
"I
just wanted to do it to her so much. It seems all the adults were
disappointed I didn't want to lie with them, but then when Sarah
offered I was finally able to. And Rachel too. I figured I ought to lie
with anybody I could."
"Well, you are indispensable to our survival, but you still can't just have your way with anyone unless she says it's OK."
"Sure, yeah, sorry..."
"You know how babies are made, right?"
"Of course!"
"And you know that even Sarah and Rachel are too young to have babies?"
"Well, I can't say I did, but they are kind of young."
"You aren't willing to share your seed with any of the women who are old enough to get pregnant."
"It's not a problem of will exactly. My male member doesn't, uh, get interested with them."
"Right, well... Our church -- most churches -- would say you are an abomination, since you only want to lie with little girls."
"Yeah, I figured," I said, suddenly feeling kind of small.
"But
we can hardly afford to shun you. We think we might be able to make a
few babies if you keep giving your seed to Sarah and Rachel. We can get
some of it out of them and put it where hopefully it will do some good."
"Oh, so that's why they left so soon after!"
"Right.
And you know nothing about women, it seems. Before you join bodies, you
should use your fingers to gently touch the area around the opening for
several minutes. Kind of like this." She demonstrated a motion with her
fingers in mid-air.
"Uh, OK."
"But a lot of the women
don't want to have anything to do with you. They think our whole
community is corrupted if an abomination is fathering all the children."
"Oh..."
"But I have a plan -- a revelation, actually."
"Yeah?"
"You get to play the part of the Devil -- I mean, in my revelation, you are the Devil."
"Um, that doesn't sound so good."
"I
don't think you'll mind. Wait here..." She left the hut but in under a
minute returned with Mary. The girl frowned when she saw me.
"I'm sorry, Mary," I said. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
Esther
waved her hands to stop me. She then did a most peculiar thing. She
seated Mary in her chair and then knelt down before her.
"Mary, you are a very important girl. You may not know it yet, but I do. You remember how Jesus suffered on the cross for us?"
The girl nodded.
"I know Mr. Smith here hurt you, but it is part of God's plan. You didn't suffer anywhere near as much as Jesus, right?
The girl hesitated but then nodded.
"You are a most blessed girl," Esther said. "God's will is that you suffer in this way -- over and over."
Mary looked alarmed.
Esther
grabbed both her hands. "With prayer, it will hurt less and less each
time. And each of us must do what God has planned for us." She then
whispered in Mary's ear, and the girl's expression went from alarm to
confusion to a nod at the end.
Esther straightened up and said, "It is time now. Do what you must, Mary. I will be waiting outside, praying."
Esther left and Mary gulped, rose, and pointed at me.
"I command..." she began in a strong voice, but stopped. "Uh, you gotta do that thing to me again," she said.
Well, I'm not one to complain about an offer like that.
"Uh, OK," I said, looking around. Esther's bed beckoned.
Mary matter-of-factly stripped and lay back on the bed, legs spread wide.
I
stripped too, prepared to try that thing with my fingers, but something
made me pause. I liked the idea of touching the rest of her too. I lay
beside her and ran my fingers gently over her hair and her arms. I
brought my face to hers and gave her lips a firm kiss. I experimented
and found that softer lip touches felt better.
Mary pushed my face away gently and looked at me, confused. "You've gotta do that!" she said, pointing between her legs.
"Oh,
I will, don't worry! I'm in your spell. I just wanted to do some other
things first. Let me take a look." And I shuffled around until I was
looking between her spread legs, really looking for the first time at a
female's parts. There was a slit, and when I spread the lips there was
stuff inside, kind of complicated, but her vagina was plain enough too.
I began the motion with my fingers that Esther had suggested. At first
Mary wriggled and frowned, so I did it more gently. Within a few
seconds I found a motion that she didn't wriggle away from. Esther had
said several minutes, so I just sat there, rubbing away patiently.
Mary's
expression changed a bit. She looked confused, then a bit distracted,
then returned her attention to me. "Why aren't you doing it? With your
organ?" she asked.
"Esther told me to do this first -- any time I'm with a woman."
Mary
didn't need any further convincing and lay back again. After a minute
she thrust her hips forward once slowly, just a little. There might
have been the beginnings of a smile on her face. It was nice to see her
not feeling too bad, but a couple minutes had passed and I really
wanted to get it into her.
"OK, now I'll do it to you," I said, and turned to mount.
Her eyes opened wide and she gulped, but she spread her legs wider.
Now
I could see just where my cock went and guided it to the right spot. I
pressed gently, and her sexual parts just indented a little. I pressed
again, a little harder, and a little harder still. After a minute, I
said, "Gee, I don't want to hurt you."
"You're supposed to hurt me," Mary said, eyes moist.
"Well,
OK," I said. I was eager to get it in, so I increased the pressure and
shoved three more times before I felt my head pop through. She winced.
I had some inclination to stop, but she said I was supposed to hurt
her, and I really wanted to keep going. As I pressed in an extra
quarter inch at a time, the back and forth felt different. There was
kind of some wet there, like she'd peed or something. But the good part
was it made the back and forth easier. I was in a couple inches, and
noticed she winced when I shoved in a little farther than I ever had
before. I kind of wanted to keep drilling into her as far as I could,
but I didn't want to hurt her too much. And that pee she'd done made it
feel great. I had enough room for a back and forth, so I did it.
Urgency increased, pleasure blossomed, and in a few seconds I was
shooting gobs of stuff into little Mary, totally satisfied. I rolled
off of her, panting.
Mary looked relieved and scrambled up, dressing quickly. I dressed too, and she went to the door.
"He did it," I heard Mary say to Esther, waiting outside.
"That's wonderful!" said Esther, coming back in herself. "What you mean, though, is that you made him do it to you."
"Yeah, that was it," said Mary, smiling.
Mary
appeared in my hut a few days later and demanded once again that I do
it to her. I was more than happy to obey her command. I didn't see her
wince that time when I penetrated her. When she appeared yet once more,
she commanded me not to do anything with my fingers. Well, that was
fine with me and it felt the same inside. When we were done she
announced afterward that it didn't hurt that time, and the prayers must
be working. She said Esther had told her to do that finger motion
herself before she came to see me.
Just about everyone wanted to be present to hear Esther's revelation, which had been endorsed by other elders of the church.
All
gathered in a sort of amphitheater in the jungle that had been created
to allow large gatherings. Esther spoke in a solemn voice.
"The
Lord has sent us a great trial to endure. The holocaust of our menfolk!
It has been terrible, we have grieved much, yet we are comforted to
know that they are already at His side in heaven. Here on earth, we
have borne this trial like our forebears have always borne misfortune
and prevailed. With no men, however, we faced extinction."
Suddenly
her tone sharpened. "The Devil saw the opportunity, and appeared among
us in the person of a sailor, Francis Smith! Yes, the Devil himself.
The way was open for him to lie with all the women of the island, and
beget an entire generation of small devils to be unleashed upon an
unsuspecting world."
Everyone looked at me, many with fear, others with hate.
"But the Lord saw and has answered our prayers, praised be the Lord!"
"Amen!" shouted the others.
"He has sent to us His own child, in the person of Mary Johnson!"
Gasps of incredulity.
"Yes,
we have been promised a Savior! And this Savior has now been revealed
to us. When God last gave us a child, it was Jesus, his son. Now he
gives us Mary, his daughter! Doing the work of her father the Lord,
Mary has perverted the devil Satan so he will only lie with young
girls, too young to bear. And Mary has tempted the Devil, so he lay
with Her. And like her brother Jesus before her, Mary has suffered for
the sins of humanity. His devilish member ripped the tender, divine
feminine endowment of Mary's body, and She suffered for us! And She
will suffer again and again. Here today you see Her on a cross. Unlike
the cross of her brother, it is not a cross of death but a cross of
life."
Some women then pulled aside a cloth to reveal a
fair-sized cross lying horizontal. Some muscular women then raised it
for all to see. The crowd of assembled women murmured in excitement.
The
cross was upside down. At the top, Mary's hands were bound together
above her head. Below, her legs spread wide to her knees, which were
fastened in place on the arms of the cross. Her lower legs then came
together where her feet were fastened together once more.
"The
cross is upside down, and as you see She is affixed to it in a way
suitable to Her role! She will now compel the Devil to approach."
That
was me, and I approached, naked. We had rehearsed this a couple times.
There she was trussed up for the taking, and my cock was at full
readiness as I prepared to play my devilish role.
For a
7-year-old, she did a very good job of looking at me with divine
benevolence. The truth is, I wanted to fuck her, and the fact that a
thousand women were watching me made it if anything a little more
exciting. The cross was braced firmly in place, almost at vertical.
Mary's irresistible girlish parts were at a convenient height, and I
moved in with devilish thoughts. I found her slit, I spread her lips,
and I pushed within.
Mary's face contorted in pain, and the
audience gasped and moaned in sympathy. It was largely an act, as her
little divine pussy had by now been stretched enough to accommodate me
and she had gotten herself ready under the cloth before they raised the
cross. With devilish grunts, I fucked that little daughter of God for
all I was worth. Occasional murmurings from the audience of, "How
awful!" and "I'd kill him!" increased my pleasure. After a minute of
copulation, I gave a devilish snarl as I forced all the seed I could
muster up into her little divine pussy. I didn't have to fake my grin
of devilish satisfaction as I disengaged. The audience hissed at me. I
shrank back and sat on the ground to watch.
Esther continued.
"And now, in the womb of Mary, takes place the miracle of
transubstantiation. The Devil's seed is stripped of its evil -- and
more! It is transformed with divine grace so that any child quickened
by its touch will be free of original sin!"
Women worked to free young Mary from the cross. She stood, looking suitably divine.
"And
now, communion! Whereas in ages past priests made of bread and wine the
body and blood of Christ, Mary has made from the seed of Devil, the
seed of God and seed of man. Whereas wine and wafer were ingested by
mouth, the seed which is the gift of Mary is received by women within
our wombs!"
Mary stood on her left leg, her right resting on a
podium, leaving her sort of like a male dog peeing. A woman approached
and stood facing her, standing on right leg as she lifted her left and
rested it on the podium, her skirt rising enough to accommodate the
act. Little Mary made the sign of the cross with her right index
finger, then dipped it up inside herself to get some seed. The woman
held her pussy lips wide open, and Mary shoved her finger up into the
woman's vagina as far as it would go, then withdrew. The woman brought
her leg down from the podium, letting her dress fall into place, and
bowed before hurrying to the side. The next woman mounted and Mary
repeated the procedure. Twenty women were selected to receive communion
that day.
Esther's voice sounded out once more, "All hail Mary!
The daughter of God! Returned to earth to thwart the Devil and restore
our blessed congregation with the new race of Mankind!"
Whatever
the theology might be, the biology worked very well. Women's bellies
started swelling, dozens of them, and in time babies were born. They
looked just like ordinary babies, but the church members felt sure
there was something different about them, something holy. They also
tended to look like me.
Mary accepted her role with relish, and
began living aloof, waited on hand and foot by others. Her girlish
pussy still presented itself to me twice a week on the cross, and I
fucked it with enthusiasm.
Not everyone believed the theology.
There were murmurings that the Devil ought to be killed. From the time
Esther first announced her revelation, a couple women were always
shadowing me when I was out and about to guard me.
But on the
other hand, some women didn't really believe in Mary's divinity and
instead saw semen going from man to girl to woman. Some of those women
weren't getting pregnant from communion and wanted a higher-probability
mating strategy. Other less-than-devout women just really wanted to get
fucked the old-fashioned way.
This was a problem given my
tastes, but we found a way. Little Naomi was a luscious darling if ever
there was one, and her mother Prudence really wanted to get pregnant.
We arranged a deal. Naomi sat on a sort of shelf at bellybutton height.
I kissed her and pawed her and caressed her and licked her little girly
parts with relish. Down below the shelf, out of my sight, her mother
presented herself doggy style. She guided my cock and I pressed in.
Imagining myself copulating with the luscious Naomi, I instead banged
the adult snatch below and spermed it. All these women took their
communion, too, so of course any children they conceived were assumed
to be without original sin -- and even more importantly, not spawned
directly by the Devil!
Then there was little Ruth, who came
along with her mother Abigail. Ruth was just as luscious as little
Naomi, but Ruth really enjoyed sexual play. The 15-year-old Victoria
really wanted to get a penis in her pussy but didn't have her own
little girl to offer. She inquired of Abigail, who inquired of Ruth,
and the little girl volunteered to be the tease mare. Ruth was even
happy to come to my bed at night and let me caress her to my heart's
delight and to lie curled in my arms as we slept.
I just made sure to conserve my seed for a full two days before communion, to give the others a decent shot at pregnancy.
No
more hauling sails for me! I swam when I felt like it, lay in the sun
more often, and occasionally spiced life up with some devilish act --
like pinching a woman's butt or breast. No more hardtack for me! At
Mary's command I was fed the tastiest morsels.
Years
passed. Among the little babies squirting out of the women were of
course roughly half baby boys. When a dozen had appeared, I rapidly
became less vital to the community's survival. This raised the
possibility that I would be treated more as a religious people might
treat the Devil in their midst, but Esther and Mary were quite firm in
defending me.
Following nature's course, Mary began developing
into a young woman. I still desired her plenty, even as her breasts
started growing and her pussy was surrounded with hair. Maybe it was
just that the changes were so slow, but I still was plenty hard for a
sound fucking of Mary on the cross.
One day she crept into my
hut in the middle of the night. The bodyguard on duty may have
questioned it in her mind, but you don't ague with the second coming of
Christ on earth!
"Oh, this is a surprise!" I said. Ruth was not with me.
"Yeah, I know," she said.
"So, God, what's on your mind?"
"Well,
Devil," she said with a smile, "I've been thinking. All these years
I've just trusted Esther and done what she said, but lately I've been
thinking. Thinking for myself. I don't think I'm God. I think I'm just
an ordinary girl."
"Aha!" I said, rubbing my hands in mock glee. "So your immortal soul is mine for the taking!"
She laughed. "You're not the devil, either. You're just a freak of nature who can only get it up for fucking little girls."
I was long beyond shame about that. "And I get it up for you! You're not a little girl any longer."
She
smiled. "So, what I want to know is... uh... I've overheard the women
talk about the old days, about lying next to their men at night, about
sex in bed, and about pleasure."
"OK."
"So if I commanded you to have sex with me the normal way, would you obey?"
"Uh, I think so."
She started to undress.
"But we're supposed to do communion tomorrow, and I might be short on devilish seed."
"So? They can wait."
Well,
OK. We kissed and caressed. I found new things to do with my fingers
down there, we tried lots of combinations, and finally she had an
orgasm. She then urged me to mount her in the missionary position for
some good old horizontal sex for a change, and I happily pounded into
her pre-satisfied vagina and plastered her innards in my ecstasy. And
then we lay down together, side by side, and we slept. Devil and God
together.
When
my oldest sons were starting in on puberty, 20-year-old Mary had a
series of big fight with Esther in private. Esther might have
masterminded the whole thing and she still had her strong opinions, but
Mary was the one that the devout of the island knew as the daughter of
God. Having declared Mary to be divine, Esther could hardly contradict
her. Mary declared in a special meeting that after all the years of
transubstantiating my seed, she had nearly succeeded in
transubstantiating me too. At a final communion ceremony, she took my
seed one more time, and on cue I played my part, fell to my knees and
thanked Mary for freeing me from the devil. She declared that to her
surprise, God had retracted his divinity from her so she was now just
an ordinary woman. So that was the end of that kind of communion. Mary
got out of her pussy-dipping duties, and no one on the island was
pretending to be a supernatural being any more.
Ruth had grown
up and left my bed for good. Mary and I slept together often. After
years of barrenness on the cross, the ordinary woman Mary finally got
pregnant from plain old horizontal sex, which was a delight. But as she
grew large my passion for her faded, and it did not return after she
gave birth to little Nathan.
But while just a human woman now,
Mary felt for me. She made friends with lots of my little daughters and
finally found Eliza, age 5. Eliza liked sexy play, and with some
mysterious help from Mary, her pussy became big enough to take the full
length of my cock. Who knows how long my sexual powers will endure, but
for now I'm an ex-sailor, ex-devil, extremely prolific father, and
delighted pedophile with my own little lover in a tropical paradise.