Author: Sterling Title: Seven-year-old Mary Offers Sperm Communion Summary: A thousand women live on an island with no males, a sailor washes up, and as luck would have it he's a pedophile! A clever plan is hatched, and 7-year-old Mary is declared the Second Coming and offers communion from her pussy to the older, fertile ones around her. Keywords: MF Mf Mg humor 1st preg NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 8/18/2014. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see /files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text unchanged, including this notice. If you tell me where you have re-posted it, I can enjoy knowing it is appreciated and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it. Sterling And now, our feature presentation. Enjoy! ============================================================ Seven-year-old Mary Offers Sperm Communion 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, then 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!" "Hail Mary!" shouted the women. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. ============================================================ What did you think? 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