WARNING

This story is meant to be a warped bit of childish erotic humor.  If you’re prudish, religious, or anybody normal you will most likely not be interested.  Anybody else I would very much like to know what you think of this and if you want me to continue it.  Enjoy.

 

                                                 The Great God Ogo

 

Chapter 1

Unpleasant Surprise

 

   Sunday morning was Matt’s time to sleep in, to recover from the exertions of the week before.  He would dose lightly or lie there and think.  Sometimes he would masturbate.  This was what he was doing now.  He had several different fantasies, but this was one of his favorites.  Something had happened to his Mom and older sister and they were driven insane with lust for him and each other.

   He wandered into the living room.  His mom and older sister were curled up on the sofa kissing each other and caressing each other’s breasts and bodies.  They were both wearing nothing but T-shirts and panties. 

   "Mom? Heather? What’s going on?"

   His mother looks up from his sister her face flushed.  "Matthew you get over here right now!"

   He walks over to them nervously.  His mom grabs him and flings him onto the couch and then straddles him with her slender muscular legs.  She kisses him hard shoving her tongue deep into his mouth.  He fights a little and pulls away.

   "Mom?  We can't do this your my mother."

   "Oh my god Matt I can't help it I've tried to resist but I just can't anymore."  She kisses him again harder then before.  Mat struggled harder he was fifteen and stronger then he looked.

   "We can't do this mom!"

   "Please Matt. “She pleaded desperately.  "I need it, please, please."

   "Please Matt."  His sister joins her mom pleading with him and helping her hold him down.  "We'll do anything you want."   His mom yanks off her shirt leaving her medium sized surprisingly firm breasts free for him to see.  He reaches up and squeezed them curiously, and then he starts playing with them.  His mom lets him do what he wants quickly working off her panties.  His sister pulled off his shoes first and then started to work his pants off.  He puts his mouth on one of his mom’s breasts and starts sucking on it.  His mom and sister yank off his pants and underwear then his mom takes hold of his very erect penis and carefully sits down on it, he feels his penis moving slowly deeper into Evelyn Gordon’s pussy.  Heather started kissing him while his mom begins to bounce up and down on top of him.  His right hand started pumping his shaft faster and faster, and then he hears shouts.

   “Oh my god!  Ow!  Shit!”  He thought this came from his mother’s room.

   “Mmph!  Agh!  Hurts!”  This time he was sure it was his sister.

   He rolled out of bed.  Something was very wrong.  Talk about lousy timing.  He jerked on his pants and waited about a minute for his hard-on to go down.  Then he ran out to see what had happened.  By that time they were both sitting in the living room.  Both looking disheveled like they’d just been sleeping.  His sister was wearing a long blue night shirt and panties barely visible underneath.  Her brown hair was thoroughly disheveled, and she sat on the edge of her chair, legs spread wide her hands and forearms between her legs.  She was shaking slightly.  His mom wore a long pink bathrobe; she was sitting at the edge of her chair as well her legs pressing against the sides of her bathrobe.  He could have seen everything if he’d lowered his head a little; with a shaky hand she took a long drag from her cigarette.  His mom was a small pretty brunet in her early forty’s.  She kept in shape by running and aerobics.  Since there father had left them she’d raised them both pretty much by herself and never let them forget it.  Oh she was nice, but she never let them push her around and she didn’t take any crap, when she made a rule she expected it obeyed.

   “Are you two okay? What happened?”

   “We’re fine Matt.”  His mother answered tiredly.  She took another drag from her cigarette, “just the heat and some bad dreams.”

   “Heat?” said Matt.  It was early morning in the beginning of June.  The sun had yet to burn off the morning coolness. 

   “You sleep on the north side of the house; we sleep on the south side.  It gets hot a lot faster.  Now be a sweetie Matt and get us both a big glass of ice water.”

   As he left for the kitchen, he felt them both staring at him.  He could swear he heard his mother say “nice” under her breath.  Then they started talking together quietly.  He thought he heard the words “weird” and “Gynecologist” but when he came back with the ice water they shut up again.  Sometimes they did this when they were talking about girl stuff.  He understood but it made him feel left out at times.  His sister looked up and smiled at him when he handed her a glass of water. 

   “Thanks Matt.  Sorry to wake you up,” she said.  
   ”Hey are you sure you’ll be okay?” asked Matt.

   “Yes Matt we’re fine.  Go back to bed.”  His mother answered firmly.

   “There’s nothing else I can do?” he asked. 

   His mother pointed at his bedroom door.  “Go to bed.  We’re sorry we woke you up.” 

   He went back to his room reluctantly whatever happened had frightened them he was sure of it, and that in turn worried him.  They started talking again quietly.  He lay down again and stared at the ceiling, whatever had happened happened to both of them at the same time.  Were they both sick? Or maybe it was menstrual cramps or something.  Then the phone rang.  He wondered who might be calling them at this time in the morning.  He heard his mother answer it.  A little later there was a knock at the door.

   “Matt it’s for you.”  He got up answer it.  His mom handed him the mobile phone and left.  His mom was walking strangely, sort of painfully, like it hurt to have her inner thighs too close together.

   “Uh hello,” Matt said.

   “You must not masturbate!” came a shout from the other end.  Matt sighed.  The day was starting out very strangely indeed. 

   “What?”  He answered.

   “Matt! This is Hewie.”

   “I know.”

   “Well please tell me you haven’t masturbated since you left here last night.  Please!”

   “Okay I haven’t.”  Matt said.

   “Oh thank the Gods!” Hewie said.

   “Now suppose you tell me exactly what the significance is of my masturbating?”

   Hewie spoke quickly words tumbling over each other.  “It’s too complicated to explain over the phone you have to come over here right now.  It’s very important.”

   “I was trying to sleep here.”

   “I know and I’m very sorry.  I just didn’t know, I swear the time was right not for another ten thousand years would there be a better time, but I didn’t know!  You have to get over here right now it’s a matter of life and death!”

   Matt got dressed and started walking, Hewie’s house was only a few blocks away.  Hewie had one big problem.  On his good days he was on the brink, the rest of the time he was way over the edge.  He had more crazy theories and ideas then anyone he’d ever met.  Matt had to admit that this was strange though even by Hewie’s standards.  What on earth was he talking about?  Last night he and Paul had participated in some boring ritual, more for laughs then anything else.  Nothing had happened of course so what was Hewie so freaked out about?

   Hewie had obviously called Paul as well because he was already there when he arrived.  Paul was a tall blond kid.  He was the largest and most athletic of the three of them and he clearly wasn’t a bit happy about being dragged out of bed on a Sunday morning.  Hewie he noticed was a nervous wreck even by his standards.  He had bags under his eyes and he clearly hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before.  His eyes looked haunted.  Paul spoke.

   “Look Hewie I forgave you for kicking my cat.  You remember Matt?”  Matt nodded.  “I am not an unreasonable person, but when you call me up at seven o clock Sunday morning to tell me I can’t masturbate!”

   “First I would like to apologize in advance for what I’m about to tell you and to point out that I’ve explained repeatedly that I kicked your cat in self defense.  Now do you remember that ritual we did last night?”

   “The one where we agreed to serve this god in exchange for lots of power?”  Paul asked. 

   “Exactly,” Hewie answered.

   “Well where’s my power?” asked Paul.

   “Let me explain.  Now as you know it hasn’t been easy translating that ancient Arabic text I found clenched in the hand of this dead homeless man I was telling you about so I didn’t know.  I swear I didn’t know.”

   “Didn’t know what?”  Paul asked.

   “That there is a horrible price we pay for this power.”  Hewie buried his head in his hands.  “I didn’t know. “

   “What horrible price?” asked Matt.

   “What power?” asked Paul.

   Hewie took a deep breath.  “The god Ogo can’t give us power directly, I don’t understand why but it’s just not safe.  So Ogo uses other people, women actually to convert this unusable power into magical energy we can use.  It’s like a generator, you put one kind of energy into it and get another kind of energy out, but in this case if it is not done properly our generator burns up extremely quickly seriously hurting or killing the woman involved. 

   “Huh?” asked Paul.  Hewie quickly continued.

   “Unfortunately the connection is formed by the tantric maneuver most of us know as masturbation.  The woman you fantasize about form the generator and that is why it’s so imperative that you not under any circumstances masturbate until I can find out how we are to do it safely.”

   Paul looked at Matt.  “Let’s go home.”

   Hewie quickly put himself between them and the front door.  “I have never been more serious about anything in my life.  The lives of countless women are in your hands!” 

   “Let me put it this way Hewie if your not on drugs start taking some.”  Paul said trying to move around Hewie. 

   “Wait,” said Matt.  “I’m a little embarrassed to talk about this but something strange happened to me this morning.  Matt gave a much edited account of what happened to his mother and sister that morning.

   “So when you started masturbating what exactly were you fantasizing about?” asked Hewie. 

   Matt wasn’t completely stupid. 

   “Nothing much, some cheerleader,” he said shrugging.  

   “That just confirms one of my theories,” said Hewie excitedly, “the people who are nearest to us are in the most danger, one more reason we have to be extremely careful.” 

   Paul sighed.  “Not that it’s any of your business but I did masturbate last night and my mom and younger brothers were just fine.”  Matt felt relieved.  “Not that I masturbate all the time or anything,” he hastened to add, “but if I decide to jerk off it’s none of your business.” 

   Hewie whipped out a notebook.  “When you masturbated who did you fantasize about?” 

   Paul cursed under his breath.

   “Please it’s vital that I know.”

   “Whatever, Jennifer Love Hewitt,” he answered.

   Hewie looked confused, “have I met this?”

   “She’s an actress.”

   Hewie quickly wrote down the name then he wrote “actress” then he swallowed hard.

   “You want details now?” said Paul.  “We were alone in this log cabin and then.”

   “No, no, when you had an orgasm how did it feel?”

   Paul didn’t answer at first.  “Well actually I didn’t.  I was tired or something.  I fell asleep.”

   “Oh thank the gods,” said Hewie.

   “What?” said Paul. 

   “She was probably too far away to form a connection with.  I’m convinced that the farther away you are the harder it is to form this connection with someone.  If you had had an orgasm then we would know that this connection was successful, and there would be blood on your hands Paul,” said Hewie.

   “Well she’s not that good an actress anyway,” said Matt.

   “So what you are saying is that if I have an orgasm whoever I’m fantasizing about or the women closest to me will blow up,” said Paul.

   “Yes, Yes exactly,” said Hewie excitedly. “That is what makes this situation so serious.”

   “God this is just too weird for me,” said Paul.

   “Hewie do you have any proof at all that what you saying is the truth?  We don’t even know that the ritual was successful, “said Matt.

   Hewie buried his head in his hands.  “I admit I was slightly dubious at first as well so I performed an experiment,” Hewie said looking agonized.  Then he forced out “I fantasized about Celeste in the bathroom next to her bedroom.  Oh why Ogo why?” he moaned.

   “You wanked on your little sister in the bathroom?  You are sick,” said Paul

   “It was strictly in the interests of science.  I assure you I have not the slightest incestuous…”

   “Let’s stick to the point shall we,” said Matt.  “What happened?”  Matt was worried about his family, besides he wasn’t one to judge, he’d fantasized about Celeste as well. 

   “I will have to show you.”  He led them to a bathroom and knocked on the door.

   “Celeste will you please let us in?” he asked.

   “NO!”  They heard her shout.  “Go away!”

   Hewie pulled out an ice pick and used it to pop the lock.

   “Get out of here!”  She shouted.  A bar of soap hit Hewie with an audible smack.  Celeste was lying in the bathtub and had covered herself with a large brown towel.  Celeste was a thirteen year old girl with light brown hair and a fair complexion with a slight smattering of freckles.  She had a slim boyish figure that was just starting to develop in very nice ways.  She was plainly very unhappy. 

   “I mean it, go away and leave me alone!”  She looked balefully at Hewie.  “I’m telling Mom about this,” she said.

   “It’s okay Celeste we’re here to help you.”  Hewie walked over to the head of the bathtub.  “Does it still hurt?”

   “Yes,” she answered, “I want Mom.”

   He kneeled next to her.  “Your feeling tired, you want to sleep.”  Then he quickly reached out with a pen and drew something on her forehead.

   She glared at him, “I’m not…” and then she passed out instantly her mouth sinking below the waterline until they pulled her out. 

   “Come on help me get her to bed,” said Hewie.  “Cindy’s shopping with Mom; thank Ogo so we have plenty of time.”

   As they pulled her out Matt noticed the water was cold, ice cold.  Together they lifted her up and carried her to her bed laying her out on some towels. 

   “What did you just do to her?” asked Matt. 

   “I used some Ogo power to put her to sleep.  I’ll show you how later.”  Then he removed the wet towel covering her sleeping form.

   “God,” said Paul.  Matt agreed, she looked like she’d lain in the hot sun all day with everything covered but her breasts and vagina and the area directly surrounding them.  Those areas were bright red and in some places badly blistered.  Her breasts were swollen and very erect.  Even in sleep she couldn’t stand to have her legs together they were spread far apart giving them a very unencumbered view of her vagina.  Matt found himself getting turned on in spite of the seriousness of the situation. 

   “I managed to stop just in time,” said Hewie.

   She moaned in her sleep and reached down to touch herself.  Matt noticed that the first three fingers of her right hand were red and blistered as well. 

   “Don’t touch,” Hewie said and moved her hand away firmly.  She murmured in protest. 

   Matt reached out and touched her vagina.  It was hot to the touch, hot and wet.  Not with water either he noticed it had the wrong consistency.  It was cum, he knew it.

   “Wow,” said Matt.  He wondered what would have happened if Hewie hadn’t stopped.

   “Well,” Hewie said.  “Now do you believe me?”

   “No shit,” Paul said.  “This is too weird for me.”

   “So what about sex?” Matt asked. 

   Hewie looked nervous.  “That is the other big problem.”  He explained.

   “Virgins!” screamed Paul.  “The great god Ogo expects us to remain virgins?”

   “I swear I didn’t know,” Hewie said for the fifteenth time.  “Ogo is a virgin so he expects the same from his priests.”

   “That’s it your dead,” said Paul

   “I’ve been thinking,” Matt said.  “Isn’t there a way we can get out of this pact?  Suppose we renounce the god or something.” 

   “If we fail to uphold our side of the pact the god will release us from the pact,” said Hewie, “unfortunately it has a lot to do with a really large lightning bolt.”

   “Ogo sucks!”  Paul said.  Matt thought he heard the distant sound of thunder and hoped he was imagining things. 

   “Well there has to be a way we can draw power safely, if you kill off all the women your kind of out of luck right?”  Matt said.

   “Well there are specific rituals used to draw power safely.  Unfortunately…”

   “You don’t know what they are.”  Paul finished for him.  

   “They’re not in the book,” Hewie whined.  “The guy who wrote it didn’t finish and I have no idea where he copied it from.” 

   Paul grabbed him and slammed him into the wall.  “Well you’d better find out what they are fast, and you’d better find a way to get us out of this pact safely.  You got us into this mess so you’d better get us out of it!”  For once Matt completely agreed with him.

   “Yes, yes I will pray to Ogo for guidance,” said Hewie.

   “You’d better,” Paul said.

   “Before we leave how did you put your sister to sleep?”  Matt asked.

   He showed them.  There were ten basic symbols of power that he knew of.  One for protection one for concealment one for control ect.  He suspected that the number of variations was effectively infinite.  “Remember,” he said. “These symbols are not magical in themselves, they are simply a means to focus Ogo’s power and make it do what we want.  I was going to use this healing symbol on Celeste.”

   “Let’s try it,” said Matt this was the first good thing he’d heard about Ogo and he was eager to try it out.

   Hewie applied some burn cream to Celeste’s breasts and vagina.  Then he drew the healing symbol on one of her breasts.  “Heal,” he said softly.  Matt tried it next then Paul.  At first Matt thought it was his imagination but soon the redness and swelling were noticeably reduced.  They then started working on her vagina.  Matt saw this as a golden opportunity to examine a girl’s vagina, he pulled the outer lips apart carefully, underneath the outer lips were smaller inner ones with a lump on top.  When he’d touch it she’d moan and squirm and they had to keep pushing her hands away from it.  He had to admit that this part was a lot of fun.  Her pussy was incredibly wet.  Cum just kept coming out and running down her legs wetting the towel underneath her.  The room smelled musky. 

  Using they’re powers took a heavy toll on all of them, by the time she was mostly healed the three were exhausted.  They dressed her in a pair of her pajamas and left her there.

   “So will she wake up?” Matt asked quietly.

   “I think so,” said Hewie.  “If she doesn’t I’ll wake her up the same way I put her to sleep”   

  “You know its scary thinking of what we could do with this if we were bad people or were irresponsible,” Paul said.

   Matt agreed.  A lot of women could be put through some serious hell or worse if they didn’t watch themselves carefully.  “I just hope Hewie finds a way out of this mess and quickly.”  Unfortunately several days were to go by before any noticeable progress was made by Hewie.

   When Matt got home his mother and sister were nowhere to be seen, there bedroom doors were both firmly closed.  He didn’t see either of them until well past dinner time and they both looked very tired.

 

        

 

 

                                                   End of Chapter One