Author: Sterling Title: Does the Mormon Patriarch Channel God -- or Gonads? Summary: When Peter succeeds to the leadership of a tiny Mormon-offshoot church, God sends him the revelation that sexual pleasure is good. When finances are tight, God reveals that small girls giving sexual pleasure to men from outside is also good. The girls believe him, and everyone has a wonderful time. Keywords: MF Mf mf Mg church, pedo loli school prostitution humor inc fath dau group harem NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 9/15/2020. 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 There is a more user-friendly web version of most of my stories here: /files/Authors/Sterling/www/ Sterling ============================================================ Does the Mormon Patriarch Channel God -- or Gonads? Finally David was going to meet the girls. When he walked in, he was overwhelmed by femininity. So many! Eight in all -- they were so alluring it was easy to lose count. They ranged in age from perhaps 2 up to 14 or so. Half of them had blond hair, the others a variety of darker shades. All were wearing dresses or skirts. It was a large room, with suitable entertainment for children of all ages. The youngest ones had blocks and plastic toys to play with on the floor, there were also plenty of dolls, toy supermarkets and kitchens, and then board games, card games, books, magazines... The oldest girl was working on a crossword puzzle. Another young man was in the room too. David knew that up to three men in total might be visiting the girls at any one time. This man knelt behind one girl of about 5. David knew what the man did next was allowed, but to see it in person was something else. The girl was on her stomach, playing with dolls. She was wearing white tights under a white dress. The man put his hand between her knees and caressed a bit. The girl looked over her shoulder and gave a friendly smile before turning back to her dolls. And then he slid the hand between her legs up under the girl's dress, farther and farther until he evidently reached her crotch. The girl spread her legs a little. David could see that she wasn't concentrating on her dolls any more, but smiling. The man moved his hand rhythmically. The girl started wiggling her hips occasionally. "Come with me, Esther," said the man softly. Esther hopped to her feet and looked at the man expectantly. "For the glory of God," said the oldest girl quietly. "Amen!" said the others. He motioned her to one of the sofas in the room. He pulled down his pants and knelt on the sofa beside her. She happily smiled and took his penis in her hands, stroking it reverently. "Want me to lick it?" she said. "Yes, oh God yes!" said the man. "But pull your dress up, and pull your tights and panties down and sit with your legs apart so I can see..." The girl happily complied. The man briefly reached down to slide his fingers over her lower girl lips. Then he pushed his pelvis forward a bit. Esther saw and took the penis in her mouth. She moved her head forward and back. The man sighed with pleasure. He caressed the girl's head of dirty blond curls, as she moved back and forth on his shaft, engulfing more and then less, but her moving cheeks showed that there was more motion than that going on. In under two minutes, the man's excitement culminated in, "Oh, oh.... Aaahhhhh!.... Oh, yes, ooooohhhh!" The man relaxed and sat back on the bed, with a relaxed, satisfied smile. Looking at Esther, he said, "You swallowed it all." "Of course!" said the girl. "Sperm is holy." She had a bit of saliva around her lip which she wiped with her hand. "Would you finish cleaning it?" said the man. The girl just grinned and knelt forward and carefully licked the man's shrinking cock. Then she sat up and looked at him. "You can go now," he said. The girl gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and made herself decent, then lay down and played with her dolls again. David had been mesmerized by the sight. The other girls had looked over with varying degrees of interest from time to time. A couple had fiddled between their legs. One had kept her hand there, rubbing rhythmically. David decided he'd dive into this wonderful, strange new world. He approached the girl with her hand between her legs. She had long blond hair, blue eyes, and seemed to be about 7. She was sitting on a sofa. "Hi," she said, removing her hand and smoothing down her skirt over her bare legs. "I'm Ruth. What's your name?" "David," he said. "Hi, David," said Ruth, some others following her lead in ragged chorus. "Can I --". He realized he didn't have to ask. He sat beside her, and slid his hand between her knees, then slid it up slowly, higher and higher, until it reached the cloth of her panty crotch. He kept looking at her, and she looked back at him with a friendly smile. He started moving his hand. "You were doing this, right?" he said. The girl nodded. "Pretty much like that, yeah." "And it felt good?" "Really good. The Lord says sexual pleasure is a good thing." "And mine is too, right?" "Even more important. It is blessed." He took off all his clothes then, and sat naked, with a fierce erection. "Then..." He pushed her over on the sofa then, and spread her legs, and mounted her... With some urgency, she said, "but... causing pain is a sin, and my vagina isn't big enough yet; I'm sorry!" "Oh, that's OK, I won't try to get into your vagina..." "Ruth is doing God's work," said a younger girl. A few others murmured, "Amen!" As David mounted, her dress rode up. He held her thighs together and thrust urgently between them, not far from her underpants. Excitement building, he pushed the crotch of her panties aside to reveal her slit. He couldn't get in her vagina, but he could get close. He moved up and touched his cock against her pussy lips, and the sight of that excited him further. Then he changed the angle so each thrust slid his cock tip along her slit from bottom to top. He let go of her underpants, and they snapped back to cover his cock partway. He saw the shaft going into the underpants from the side. He saw the whole gorgeous girl, smiling at him, legs apart, welcoming him. Maybe his cock wasn't in where he really wanted it to be in, but it was in something -- it was in her underpants -- and his climax came quickly, the tip of his cock moving against her privates inside the underpants, and then filling the entire area with sticky sperm. "Oh, Ruth! ... That was fantastic... Sorry to mess your panties," he said, catching his breath, drawing away from her. "No, that's fine. Sperm is blessed. You honor my panties with your sperm." She pulled her panties down partway, and smiled at the mess. and then held her pussy lips open with one hand and began fingering the goop inside. "Oh, that's interesting," he said. "The Lord says the best place for sperm is inside a vagina. Sadly, mine is not big enough for a penis, but it's big enough for sperm! ... You can have the panties to take home if you want." David was in heaven! --------------------------------------------------------- The compound was at the end of a dirt road on a hillside, far from any other habitation. An inspiring view included a treeless plain stretching to the horizon. It was in Utah. The compound consisted of three ramshackle buildings. These were the grounds of the Holy Fundamentalist Mormon Church of Jacob and Paul, an offshoot of an offshoot of the Mormon fundamentalist movement -- which had even earlier split off from the main Latter Day Saints Church when it agreed to outlaw polygamy as the price of acceptance within the broader United States. There were two families that made up the entire membership of the church. The leader was Luke, with his four wives and twelve children. His understudy was Peter, with just two wives and seven children. Luke was the patriarch and the spiritual guide. He knew God's will and conveyed it to the others, who obeyed him. Peter was of course second in status only to Luke, but he never questioned Luke on any subject. Peter was in his late 40s, while Luke was in his early 70s. As Luke was favored by God as his latest messenger to earth, all assumed that he would live to a ripe old age -- 90 at least. When he occasionally got sick, the others prayed for his recovery. This was how they dealt with sickness. No secular medicine for them -- God would see to Luke's recovery, if it was His will. Now he got sick and kept getting sicker and sicker. Apparently it was not God's will that he live longer. On his deathbed he made clear once again that Peter was to succeed him as leader of the Church, that he would be God's representative on earth, and all would owe him the same unquestioning obedience as they offered Luke. Then Luke died. While they all mourned, Peter looked within to see what God's will was. The picture wasn't entirely clear, but certain themes kept coming up over and over. When a month had gone by, he told them the first things that God had instructed him to do. As the leader of the church, it was naturally his duty to provide for all the members of his flock. This included Luke's four widows. It was God's will that he provide for them not just materially and spiritually, but carnally as well. He married them all in a single ceremony. He detected some displeasure on the part of all six women at this change, his old wives and his new ones alike. But they obeyed him. He was eager to consummate his new marriages, and on the wedding night moved from bed to bed, feeling a most satisfactory excitement, release and contentment. He had lived in the same extended family as these women for years, and had felt some lust for them, which was a sin, as he was coveting the wives of not just his neighbor but his spiritual leader. But now he had removed the temptation for sin by making sexual desire and fulfillment not just acceptable but a good thing. This surely was the will of God. He was on the right track. Luke's three older wives let it be known that Luke had not approached them sexually in some time. They were all concerned with the possibility of pregnancy, as they already had at least two children each and money was in short supply. In recent years they had already been living even more frugally than before. Luke assured them that God certainly meant for a man to have sexual intercourse with his wives regularly, and if any children resulted it would be a blessing. --------------------------------------------------------- Naturally there had been concern over the years as to the future of the children of the church. Luke said that the Lord's plan for the boys had not yet been made plain to him, but that in his vision a new man would arrive, a convert, and that the older girls were destined to be his wives. This prophecy had not been fulfilled within Luke's lifetime. Luke's eldest daughter was Martha, a girl of 15 who had already reached womanhood. One thing the Lord made plain to Peter now was that the sexual interest he felt for her was not a sin but instead a sign that he was to marry her too. It was not yet time to reveal this to the others, but it was time to consummate the marriage. Sex before marriage was not a sin when the Lord had made it clear the marriage was certain to take place. The Lord moved him to go to her bedroom at 2am, and he explained that the Lord meant for him to lie with her and for them to not reveal it to the others. Martha seemed hesitant, but Peter pointed out that he was now the voice of God and earth and she was bound to obey him. Luke had been ambivalent about sex. Within marriage it was approved by the Lord, but to be conducted in modest fashion. It was customary for the man and his wife to remove nothing but their undergarments, or perhaps not even remove but just pull down and out of the way. And modesty also suggested that the man proceed to his climax without delay, depositing the seed where God intended it to go. It was not appropriate to linger in the act for the sake of pleasure. But Peter found himself moved differently. He asked Martha to strip, and by the faint glow of the night light, she did. He did too. Her body was just as alluring naked as he had imagined it would be. As a young man Peter had rebelled against his parents and their religion, and lived in the outside world for a couple years. He knew a fair amount about the outside world of sin. This included how secular men and women had sex, and he had been intrigued. Since Luke's death he had learned more from the internet. God now told him to experiment. He lowered his mouth to Martha's left breast and licked, then sucked. Martha moaned. He moved over to the right breast and did the same. "Father Peter," she said. "I fear that what you are doing is awakening in me impure feelings. Surely that is not your intention!" "Yes, it is my intention." And his first clear revelation on the subject of right and wrong came to him then. "The Lord has told me that sexual pleasure is good, for both men and women." "Well, OK..." said Martha hesitantly, but then she began moaning with less restraint, the action of Peter's mouth on her nipple quieting whatever doubts she might have felt. Peter now released her nipple and feasted his eyes on the parts below. There was a modest growth of pubic hair and hips of a perfect size, and in the middle of course her slit. He spread her legs to get a better look, and also spread her vaginal lips. Traditionally, the next step would be for him to force his hard penis into her vagina, but he was moved to do something else. He lowered his head and sniffed Martha between the legs. It was a mysterious, exciting smell, and he next felt moved to lick her there. "Father Peter!" she said. "Surely this can't be right!" "Oh, it is, my child. The Lord says it is very right." He returned his mouth to her feminine slit and licked more, over and over. Martha's body reacted, and he attended to which particular variant of licking caused the most reaction, and repeated that. Women, he knew, could have orgasms. He wondered if he could give Martha one. He really wanted to... "Oh dear, oh dear," said Martha. "I'm not sure what is happening but it doesn't feel right!" "Does it feel good?" said Peter, lifting his head. "I... Yes, it does, and it's rather... frightening." "Sexual pleasure is good," he said. "Relax and let it feel good." It was just a minute later that Martha bucked her hips upward and gave a huge gasp. Peter stopped licking and looked up at her, grinning. "That was.... that was...." said Martha, trying to find words. "It was blessed," said Peter. "Sexual pleasure is good." With that in mind, he raised himself up into mating position and pressed his penis against her vaginal opening. He remembered that when he had taken the virginity of his two wives, it had been difficult and painful for them, and not so terrific for him either. But now when he pressed, his penis went in. It went in very smoothly. It was hot and wet in there, and more exciting than any other penetration of a vagina he had ever experienced. By the old rules, he would climax soon. In this case, no more than a few seconds would have been required. But it felt so good, he wanted to make it last. So he rowed in and out of his young virgin, feeling immense pleasure. Yes, he wanted to make it last -- but beyond a point his body would not cooperate. Two minutes after initial penetration, he could hold off no longer, and he jammed into Martha deep as his orgasm seized him. Habit would have had him withdraw as soon as his penis stopped spurting, but now he was moved to stay on top of Martha, appreciating how wonderful her body felt and how luxurious was her vaginal embrace of his penis. He thrust in and out lazily as his erection gradually subsided, and then kissed her. He kissed her on the lips. She kissed him back. "Sexual pleasure is good," he said, smiling. "It is really good." Martha hugged him and smiled. --------------------------------------------------------- The Church lived off the grid. They grew vegetables in fields behind the compound, and preserved much of the harvest for use throughout the year. Luke or Peter hunted small game. Occasionally they would manage to shoot a deer or elk, and meat would be plentiful for a brief while. Only Luke or Peter left the compound to go into town to buy and sell. They bought rice and beans in bulk. They sold handcrafts that the women and children made. They bought plain cloth that the women could use to make equally plain clothing. Still, there were a variety of more expensive things they had to buy. One of the women had received a substantial inheritance, which of course she was persuaded to immediately donate to the Church. That had served them well for a few years, but Luke and Peter could see the bank balance shrinking. Now that Luke was gone, Peter took some time on each visit to town to visit an internet cafe. He figured that while his flock needed to be sheltered from the pollution of the outside world, he needed to be aware of what was happening to guide his people. One thing he found himself studying was sex. His immediate interest was sexual pleasure. It had seemed to be very helpful with Martha, and he hoped to use the same techniques with his wives. The most independent of the women was Luke's former third wife Meghan, and Peter also found her very attractive. During their next sexual encounter he began by rubbing her gently between the legs, slowly and rhythmically. "The Lord has revealed to me that sexual pleasure is a good thing. For men and women too." "Oh," said Meghan. "I'd love to do what feels best to you, so if there are ways to do it better, let me know." That was widely shared advice from the internet. "The Lord commands it," he added quickly. "It feels pretty nice like that," she said. "I'd also like us to both get naked," he said. "That's a source of pleasure too." When they had, he returned to fingering her between the legs. She gave a few sighs and shudders of pleasure, and after ten minutes or so he thought it was time to mount and penetrate. What a difference! She was hot and wet inside! He slid his penis in and out over and over, enjoying the luxurious sensations. Meghan seemed to enjoy it too, in contrast to their earlier sexual encounters. He kept rowing in and out, pleasure building slowly. After half an hour he reached climax, and let out an immodest, "Oh, yes, yes, yes!" as he pumped his sperm into Meghan. As he withdrew, Meghan looked happy but also a bit uneasy. "What's the matter?" he asked gently. She hesitated. "Was sexual pleasure before you had your revelation a sin? Did the revelation wipe away any past transgressions, or just those going forward?" There was a certain impishness to her expression. Peter smiled. "It wiped away past transgressions too." "Well, in that case I guess no confession is required. Sometimes in the past, I did touch myself as you did before, and I achieved the release." "Orgasm, you mean." "Yes. And... if sexual pleasure is good, would you mind if I tried to do that now?" "Oh, I think that would be delightful." So Peter snuggled against Meghan and nibbled her ear as she worked between her legs. Peter put his hand loosely over hers to feel the gist of what she was doing. In under two minutes she gasped and shuddered. Peter grinned at her. "I bet that felt great." "It did, I confess!" said Meghan. And then she kissed him. It was the first kiss offered to him by any of Luke's former wives, and he appreciated it. Peter's erection had returned in full force. "Sexual pleasure is good," he said, "and I would like to take my pleasure with you again." Meghan's smile seemed wholly genuine as she encouraged him to do so. Peter pressed in and out over and over, and it felt good. A naughty word came to him: 'fuck'. He was fucking Meghan and it felt great. It didn't seem the Lord was upset with that word. After fucking for a good long time he once again climaxed in her 'pussy'. The Lord didn't mind that word either. --------------------------------------------------------- Peter decided that the children should get a better education in the ordinary subjects that schoolchildren in the wider world studied. He got some serious home-schooling packages. Bible study continued as before, but he didn't feel moved to push for it strongly. It gradually lessened in importance. Peter had no interest in changing the sexual routine with two of his six wives, and so his encounters with them remained brief and modest. With one he tried to introduce pleasure but she was not interested. But with the other three, sex became luxurious and prolonged and a source of mutual pleasure. And with his secret fiancee Martha it was even more so. The encounters with those four took extra time and energy beyond the minimum previously offered as conjugal right and duty. Then Peter had a clarifying revelation about Luke's prediction that a new man would come to marry his daughters. He was himself a new man, transformed as he took up the mantle of leading the group. God's revelations had further transformed him. While he was not going to marry his own daughters, Luke's prediction was fulfilled to the extent that he would marry Luke's daughters. Martha would be first, naturally. The women seemed surprised that Martha didn't show any hesitation at this prospect. He and Martha were married in a simple ceremony in line with the traditions of the church. Peter and Martha were both relieved to be able to meet in her room for sex openly instead of having furtive encounters in the middle of the night. As for actually sleeping the night together, he slept with each of his now-seven wives in strict rotation. Peter then felt empowered to announce to the entire extended family his revelation that sexual pleasure was good. The women and girls were not especially surprised by the news. Some knew it already, and the prepubescent girls didn't think much of it. As for the boys, the older ones thought it was terrific. It became clear that they had been masturbating secretly, with considerable guilt, and were relieved to be able to do so more often, without shame. They could discuss it openly with each other. Not long after, Luke's oldest son Mark approached him in the company of Peter's oldest daughter Rachel. They said they had embraced his revelation that sexual pleasure was good, and while both of them enjoyed solitary sexual pleasure, they enjoyed sexual pleasure with each other even more. They had not yet taken the step of full intercourse, and wanted to know Peter's opinion. Peter was horrified, and said absolutely not! What's more, they should not be in each other's company alone at all, lest they find themselves giving in to temptation. Mark was clearly unhappy, but didn't complain much, as he knew he could well get several lashes with a strap. Rachel, on the other hand, complained bitterly. --------------------------------------------------------- Luke's second-oldest daughter was Sarah, just ten years old. Peter felt himself strangely attracted to her. Sexual pleasure was good, and he felt that he would likely feel some if he was intimate with Sarah. Sarah was not yet a woman, with only perhaps the barest hint of breasts. He approached her gradually. He first noted that the Lord felt strongly that their time together must remain a secret. He first just lay with her on the bed, with both of them fully dressed. Then he hugged her back. Sarah seemed to find this exciting, that she should merit the secret attention of the patriarch of the church. He suggested that she lie naked with him, and she hesitated. "Is this right?" she asked softly. "The Lord has revealed to me that you and I are due to get married in good time." "But not for a few years, surely?" "True, but He tells me that relaxing naked together would be a good thing." Sarah stripped then, but seemed uneasy about the caresses he lavished on her body. She looked notably confused when he had her spread her legs and gave his mouth free rein to try to give her sexual pleasure. But she did soon relax, apparently figuring her spiritual leader knew best. She had an orgasm, though to Peter it seemed that it didn't excite her the way an adult would be excited. Peter brought his own sexuality into the picture only after that point, saying he wanted to feel good like she felt good. Getting his penis into her vagina was clearly impossible. Instead, he slid his penis up and down in a fucking motion against various portions of her skin... stomach, hip, between her legs, and gliding along her slit, parallel to it. It was in that position that he finally achieved orgasm, spurting onto her stomach and covering her labia with semen as he continued to thrust. Sarah's distaste was apparent, and Peter had his next revelation: sperm is a holy substance. At the secular level, he also helped clean it up and pointed out she was restored to her previous cleanliness down below. Peter was very interested in meeting Sarah again and again in secret, and she got used to their encounters and seemed OK with them. Whether she took to heart his revelation about the goodness of sperm or simply got used to it, she was soon amused when he spurted, and had fun painting it all over her labia and even sliding some into her vagina. Peter thought about Sarah's half-sister Emily, just six years old. He realized that without her clothes, she wouldn't look all that different from Sarah, and would have the same hairless slit. The realization sent blood pulsing into his penis. But surely she was too young! He wasn't really attracted to her, she just reminded him of her big sister. He listened to see if God had an opinion on the subject, but he could not discern one. Word also came to him about his own daughter Esther, five years old. Esther had seen the big kids having sexual pleasure, and was interested, and was soon discovered with her hand in her underpants a lot of the time. Esther's mother, observing her surreptitiously, saw that she clearly had an orgasm, and liked it a lot. Under Luke, a girl found with her hand in her panties would be severely chastised. Her mother suspected that Peter's new revelation about sexual pleasure being good meant that there was no need to chastise Esther, and she was relieved when Peter confirmed this. --------------------------------------------------------- The bank balance was dropping. To make matters worse, from a financial point of view, three new babies were due -- he had managed to impregnate two of Luke's former wives and Martha. None of the other women was due to get an inheritance. He'd heard of another church like his where a woman had moved to town to work, the plan being she would send all of her paycheck beyond the barest living expenses back to the community. But instead she decided after a month to leave the church completely, and take her children with her. Ideas for more income were in short supply. He couldn't think of any product they could sell that would command a decent price. As for services, none of them was very well educated. In the internet cafe, he had made some online friends as he studied sexual pleasure. When he asked them about how he might make some money, one natural idea that came up was prostitution. If he ordered one of his wives to sell herself for sex, she was obliged to obey him. Sexual pleasure was good. That had been his revelation. But while the sort of money she would make could help, it wouldn't solve the bigger financial problem. Then he mentioned 10-year-old Sarah. Intrigued, the guys asked to see pictures. Further intrigued, they asked to see more. He recorded secretly a video where she discussed sex with him. She came across as relaxed and matter-of-fact about their encounters. Sarah was completely dressed in the pictures and videos, but still, she excited intense interest. A man offered to pay for the chance to spend an afternoon with Sarah in a motel room if she would have sex with him -- not to include intercourse. The amount he offered was far beyond the prices thrown around for adult prostitutes. --------------------------------------------------------- "Hey, Sarah, you know how sexual pleasure is a good thing?" "Yes. I do." She smiled. "What would you think of offering sexual pleasure to someone else -- say, William?" William was Peter's son, the same age as her. "William? He wouldn't want to do that!" "Yeah, he probably wouldn't, but would you mind if he did? To let him have sexual pleasure?" "I suppose not," she said. "What a funny idea!" "There's another man, one you've never met. He could be really helpful to our community. What would you think of helping him to have sexual pleasure?" "I don't know... what's he like?" "Oh, he's a nice man. He'd treat you well. He'd do the same things with you that I do." "It sounds weird," said Sarah uneasily. "But sexual pleasure is good, right?" "Yes, it is." "And giving it to others is good too, right?" "Yes." "And would you mind doing me a favor?" "I don't know..." "Well, Sarah... I am your spiritual leader, the head of your church. And God has spoken to me, and said that His will is that you meet this man and give him sexual pleasure." "Um, OK... If that's what God wants." --------------------------------------------------------- Peter waited anxiously outside the motel room in the local town, sitting close by the door. As with many motels, an overhang ran in front of the doors of the rooms, and under it there were a few chairs. Partly he was alert to any sounds of distress coming from inside. Partly he worried that the man wouldn't be satisfied. When they finally emerged, three hours after they went in, Sarah's face was closed. The man didn't say much, but he seemed to be suppressing a smile, and he paid the balance he owed in full. It made quite a wad of cash. He and Sarah walked into town in silence. "I hope God didn't put you through a difficult trial," he said at last. "No." "I hope the man didn't hurt you." "No." "Did he say any mean things?" "No." More silence. "He asked me to kiss it." "Oh." "You never asked me to kiss yours." "No, no..." He hoped the man hadn't ejaculated in her mouth. "One of the times the sperm came out some of it went on my face." "But sperm is holy, right?" Sarah sighed. "Yeah." "And you cleaned it all up so your face was clean again?" "Yes, he did that. He even said he was sorry he'd let it get on my face." "Good." Peter felt relieved. "How would you like a hamburger? As long as you don't tell any of the others." "A hamburger? You're serious?" "Yes! Let's do it." They ate at a local diner. After finishing burger and fries they each had an ice cream sundae. Sarah cheered up pretty quickly, reminding herself that sexual pleasure was good and sperm was holy. Peter reflected that the hamburger tasted mighty good, as did the sundae. He should eat like that more often. They all should. This one afternoon had earned them all a lot of money, but it had taken up most of Peter's day, and Sarah's too. It required that she leave the compound. If Sarah did that once a month, it would keep them from going broke, but it wouldn't allow for many hamburger meals... or any of the other luxuries he had sampled as a young man, during his years of rebellion. Weighing most heavily on his mind was that Sarah had not really been happy with the encounter. He wondered if he could educate her and the other girls to feel OK about it -- to even actively feel good about it. Sexual pleasure was good. He thought of Sarah being a good sport. He thought a lot about his daughter Esther, with her hand in her panties. He thought about how Martha just really loved sex -- she needed no reminder that sexual pleasure was a good thing. And so he hatched his plan. Sexual pleasure was good, and it was a felicitous coincidence that if the girls gave sexual pleasure to men, the church's financial problems would be solved. --------------------------------------------------------- Peter explained his plan gradually, to varying groups and individuals. He started with the girls. Girls were flexible. It made some sense to them that if giving sexual pleasure was good, then it should be good giving it to people you didn't know as well as people you did. Peter felt that the women would likely be the source of greatest trouble for his plan. He told them one at a time, starting with the most open-minded. He pointed out that if sexual pleasure was good, one way to make money was for the woman to offer herself for sex in return for compensation -- the fact that money changed hands didn't make it any less good to offer sexual pleasure. Each woman was alarmed by that prospect, and relieved when he withdrew that threat and instead said that he had in mind for the girls to do this -- and only if they wanted to. --------------------------------------------------------- Naturally the wives discussed this among themselves. "It's a whole new idea, to be sure," said Caroline. "Luke would never have approved." "True," said Meghan. "But Peter is receiving the revelations now." Caroline started to roll her eyes. "And you know the outside world, the Others, wouldn't approve either." "Maybe, but we have always charted our own path as we see it, and ignore what the Others thought." This was surely true of plural marriage itself, and if the Mormon fundamentalists clung to that so fiercely, it was easy to extend this to other revelations too. Caroline looked off into space a moment. "I always thought Luke was too strict about sex. When Martha played with herself, as just a little girl, Luke made me chastise her. I felt so bad about that. I knew she was just doing what came naturally." Meghan's eyes twinkled. "But Luke was receiving the word of God. How could you feel bad about what God commanded?" Caroline looked at her steadily. "Luke might have told us what God commanded, but we naturally have our own opinions too!" "True," said Meghan. "I'm sometimes not so sure that Luke's revelations were all true. I wondered if the wires from God got crossed sometimes." Caroline smiled. "But Peter... surely Peter's revelations are all true!" She looked sideways at Meghan. "Oh, undoubtedly! How could anyone question that!" She maintained a straight face for a few seconds, but then laughed. Caroline laughed too. "But of course that doesn't mean he doesn't get some revelations. About sex for the girls... you think any of them will really be OK with it?" "I guess we'll see." Caroline said, "Of course we're free to leave any time, and take our children with us. Though there have been cases..." All the women remembered vividly cases where deserting wives were hunted down and killed. The deserted husband was always the main suspect, but usually there wasn't enough evidence for a conviction. "Peter wouldn't do that... would he?" "I doubt it... But we'd be penniless. No fundamentalist would touch us, nor those other official Mormons. We don't know enough to get a job. And to ask the Others for money... it would be barely enough to get by, and such humiliation!" "I like that Peter started the kids on real home schooling -- learning real skills for the real world." "And as it is we're dirt poor here. And one thing I can surely believe is that Peter's plan will bring in money." "Yeah, that's for sure!" "And of course, Peter is God's one true voice on earth!" "Amen." "And we are bound to obey him in all things!" "Amen." They looked at each other with mischievous smiles. "And there's another thing," said Caroline. "Maybe you know this, or maybe not..." Meghan looked at her blankly. "About me and Hannah." Hannah was Luke's second wife, the one he took next after Caroline. "You're... very good friends." "Yes, I guess that much is obvious. And we have felt the urge to sin -- at least as Luke would have seen it." Meghan was confused... What sort of sin? There weren't any other men around. "Yes, it's such a sin that it never even occurs to you. But Peter says it's OK -- sexual pleasure is good." Meghan wondered... did they masturbate? Of course masturbation was OK, but... Suddenly her eyes went wide. "Yeah, you finally got it. Disgusting, isn't it?" "No, no..." said Meghan, obviously confused. "It's just such a new idea..." "Yeah, she creeps into my bedroom in the middle of the night, and... I know instead of just getting fucked, wham-bam, you have fun with Peter now..." Meghan's smile confirmed that, and it made her tingle just to think of it. "But for us, oh... She licks me, and I lick her... There was such terrible shame around lesbians -- doesn't the very word make you shudder? -- growing up, but now Peter says it's OK! That's a revelation of his that thrills me! Peter says not to let anyone else know for now, but we'll be able to soon. And he promises to give up forever on exercising his right to fuck us... that would be so wonderful!" "Wow," said Meghan. "You were always the most straight-laced one, who kept us in line with Luke!" "Well, now you know. Now I know love for the first time ever, and so does Hannah..." She stared into space with dreamy eyes. Meghan could see that Caroline and Hannah wouldn't object to Luke's plan. She wasn't going to either. That made three of them who were already on board. The other three would swallow their doubts. --------------------------------------------------------- Peter's religious tradition shared with the rest of society the idea that sex should be done only in private. But this didn't feel right to him, for a variety of reasons. A man locking himself in a room with one girl for the extent of their time together just brought to mind too clearly the concept of prostitution. And if by some chance a man was inclined to hurt a girl, there would be no way to know. Peter was also claiming that there was no shame in sexual feelings or sexual pleasure, and if there was no shame, why was there a need to hide it? As the project unfolded, other reasons became apparent as well. The girls thought this was a fun game, and it was more fun to play with other girls around. Younger girls also learned by imitation -- it was much easier to try something new if you'd seen your older sisters doing it. He paused to consider if God approved of his plan. He did not sense any profound sense of approval, nor did he sense any condemnation. God seemed to be keeping silent on this issue. He spiffed up the ground floor of one building for his girls -- the sex suite. One large room with sofas and a couple beds, but also intriguing toys, dolls, and play equipment that they had never before dreamed of being able to use. There were also two bedrooms, each with four single beds. That was for the girls. There were also three small single rooms for the visiting men. The organization of his plan required continuous access to the internet, so he had a high-speed connection installed, and also the electricity to run it -- which was at first limited to his study with the computer. But soon others found electricity was convenient for many other things too. Very convenient. Then it was time to get more specific about his plan with the girls. He had to teach them. No one else would do it, and he had been raised with all the hang-ups around sex as the rest of them. It was one thing to tell the girls that they should be willing to give men sexual pleasure, but there were a lot of details. He himself did not want to get naked with the girls. It didn't feel right, and he feared it might make others doubt that he was in fact God's representative on earth. But who could play the part of the men? He was the only man in the Church. And then it came to him... Mark! And Rachel could have a key role, demonstrating how a mature vagina worked. And he smiled as he thought about how to get their cooperation. --------------------------------------------------------- "Hello, Rachel," he said when the two were alone. "I have something serious to talk with you about." Rachel nodded warily. "It is time for you to get married. And I've thought about suitable husbands. I think you would be a good match for Mr. Johnson." "Mr. Johnson! Oh no, father, please!" "He is richer than we are. You would have a more comfortable life." "He's an old man... he must be 70!" "No, he is only 62." "But, he's fat, and gray, and always so serious... I've never seen him smile." "Well, those who fear the Lord often find themselves rarely moved to smile. He would do his conjugal duty and you would bear his children." Rachel started to cry. "I have listened to the voice of God, and he has told me that you should be married to Mr. Johnson." Rachel cried louder. "Oh, daddy, please don't make me!" "I couldn't disobey the command of God, and surely you couldn't either!" Rachel dissolved in grief. "However, God isn't entirely clear to me on Mr. Johnson. There is one other faint possibility that sometimes comes to me... It's a very strange idea, but the idea that... maybe you should choose yourself. If God were to permit it, do you have in mind who you might choose?" A ray of hope came to Rachel. "Mark, of course. You know it would be Mark!" "A nice enough young man, to be sure. But with no prospects in the world. No skills. No money. He's not in line to become patriarch after I am gone." The ray of hope on Rachel's face was snuffed out. "But God has also put a few strange ideas in my head, as to how it might work... Very strange." "Yes?" "If my vision of girls giving sexual pleasure to men is a success, We would all have enough money, including Mark... But I would need your help, and Mark's, to make it work." Rachel was not pleased by what her father suggested, not pleased at all. But it was far preferable to being married off to Mr. Johnson! That prospect felt like death. And her father was right, wasn't he? Sexual pleasure was good. And there was no shame in it... no need to be secretive about it. In time she and Mark would be married, and Peter promised they would be, in two years -- if they did their part in making the project a success. --------------------------------------------------------- On the first day of serious instruction, Peter was nervous. He tried to calm himself by saying he was doing God's will, but it was still hard. He told Mark and Rachel to wait nearby. Peter gathered all of the girls who were not infants -- 9 in all -- in one of the bedrooms of the sex suite, his daughters and Luke's daughters alike. "The first thing I'd like you all to do is take all your clothes off... Including your underpants." Some of the girls hesitated, but Peter urged them on. They all stood before him, naked. "See how perfect you all are?" he said. "Don't hold your hands in front... Those two flaps that come together -- that is what God meant little girls to look like, and every one of you looks perfect. You can be proud of having your private parts. And you know that if you spread those lips gently to the side, there are things inside... why don't you all try that? All of you, at the same time, now... See? Look around. Every one one of you has a place inside your lips, and it's beautiful and perfect on every one of you. Look at each of your sisters, and think how perfect she is, and how perfect you are. God created private parts on every little girl, and it is a wonder of His creation. Each set of private parts is special, and something to be proud of... You can let go of your lips now... See how tidy it is, that your lips come together to protect what's inside?" The girls looked content. No frowns. "Now, Esther, I'd like you to rub yourself between the legs in the way that feels really good to you... Lie back on that bed there... The rest of you try doing what she's doing..." Esther lay on the bed with her legs apart, finger rubbing near her little clitoris. The other girls had some tendency to just watch, and Peter had to encourage them to lie down and imitate her. "This is one of the ways that girls have sexual pleasure. Try it different ways. You may not get really excited like Esther here, but you notice it feels kind of good, at least? ... Esther, are you going to finish?" "Sure, daddy," she said with a bright smile. She then closed her eyes and rubbed and rubbed. Some of the girls rubbed themselves, and some just watched. After a couple minutes she gasped and groaned, then removed her hand and lay back, with a big smile on her face. "Did that feel good, Esther?" said Peter. "Sure did!" "So you other girls can try that when you're in bed at night. Feel free to experiment. When Esther felt really good there, that's called an orgasm. Maybe you'll have one of those, and maybe you won't. It's just fine if you don't, but at least give it a try. Even if you don't, think about how it feels kind of good." It looked like he had the rapt attention of all the girls. "Well, men can have orgasms too. In fact, almost all of them can, and it's much easier for them. Would you like to help men get a good feeling like you got, Esther?" "Sure!" said the little girl. "If it feels that good to them..." "So for the next part, I'm going to ask Mark and Rachel to join us..." Peter then explained the facts of life to the girls, going over some of the points multiple times as a few of the girls were incredulous. "So, like I said, the man's penis goes into the woman's vagina. First let's see what a penis is like. Mark, will you take your clothes off..." Mark did, his penis not little and floppy but not fully erect either. "Now, Mark and Rachel are old enough that they like the idea of sex. And they're engaged to be married. Nature has made them so they want to have sex to start a baby. And before we're done here, I'm going to let them have sex with each other for the very first time... Now look at Mark's penis... When I told you all he would be able to have sex with her, his body got him ready to do it... see how stiff it is now?" The girls all looked, some with eyes wide and mouths agape. Not one girl yawned or looked away. "He'd love to put his penis inside Rachel and shoot out the stuff that would start a baby, but it's not time for that yet... Rachel, why don't you strip down to your underwear... That's good... Now reach over with your hand there, and rub up and down on Mark's penis... What she's doing with her hand makes Mark feel sort of the same way he would if his penis was going in and out of Rachel's vagina, and in just a few seconds -- would you care to demonstrate an ejaculation? Look carefully, girls..." Rachel rubbed a little faster, Mark closed his eyes, and suddenly sperm shot out of his penis, onto his chest, and all over Rachel's hand. The girls gasped, giggled, and talked to each other excitedly. "So, did that feel good, Mark?" The boy nodded emphatically. "So we now have a chance to get to touch and feel some of the semen, or sperm. Why don't you all come up, one at a time, and dip your fingers in it... Sniff it... Trying tasting a little too... You can take some off Rachel's hands too... When men get really happy with their sexual pleasure, sperm always comes out. Sperm is wonderful -- it's the stuff of life. Every one of you got started when your daddy -- that would be me or our late Patriarch Luke -- let some of that out up inside your mommy. So it's wonderful when men let it out. It's also a sign that they felt really good and had an orgasm like Esther did. They always feel good when the sperm comes out, and the sperm always comes out when they feel good. So if you help a man make it come out, you've done a good thing. So you can swallow it, or wipe it on your legs -- or even better, wipe it down on your private lips. You are blessed to have sperm on you!" "Now we get to the next part... the sperm goes into the woman to start her baby. Where does it go? Her vagina!... Now Rachel here is a big girl, big enough to take sperm inside of her, so I'll have her show you her vagina... You can take your underwear off now, Rachel... That's good... Now spread your legs and spread your lips... see how Rachel's got the same slit that you do, but it's bigger, and there's hair around it. And while before you all admired how what you had inside your lips was wonderful, we can see on Rachel what it's for, when you get older. Rachel's vagina and everything around it is also something she can be very proud of. There is a big hole there -- that's the vagina. You all have one, but it's pretty small until a girl grows up. But Rachel is grown up. Now, Rachel, put a finger inside the opening... way up inside... That's where Mark's penis is going to go in a little while.... He pointed to Mark. And see how it got long and stiff again as he's thinking about doing that? When you girls are with a man, it's a good sign that he's thinking about sex and ready to have pleasure when his penis gets long and hard like that.... So your vaginas are too small to take a penis like Mark's, but you should experiment now to see how deep and wide your vaginas are. Find the hole down there inside your lips. Try putting your little finger in it..." "It's wet in there!" said little Ruth, one of Peter's own daughters. "That's right... It got wet when you were playing around before. When you're a big girl, the wet helps the penis go in smoothly so it feels good. And now the wet should help you get your finger up there. Don't hurt yourself, but see how far it goes... Now Sarah here, she's not so far away from being a woman, and see how far in her finger goes in? See how she's got two in, side by side... Be sure to rub yourself too, Rachel, so Mark's penis will go in smoothly... So now, girls, move your finger in and out, in and out, over and over again. That's how a penis moves inside a vagina... Maybe you'll notice it feels a little bit good? Women and big girls think it feels very good... And now, finally, what they've been waiting for, let's watch Mark and Rachel have sex for the first time... Rachel lies on her back with her legs apart, and Mark gets up on top of her, like that... And now Rachel holds her lips open and helps Mark aim, and... He slides it in..." Mark gasped, and so did Rachel, to feel sex for the first time. "And for all we know, maybe when Mark is done and shoots out his sperm inside Rachel, it will start a baby inside her! That would be a nephew or niece for each of you." Peter hadn't even finished saying those sentences before Mark pushed deep into Rachel and groaned, then relaxed. "So, Mark shot sperm out -- you can tell because he's relaxed now. That one was very quick! That sometimes happens. Nature has wired the two of them to make a baby inside Rachel, and that's all it would take... Now sperm is up inside her, and it might be on its way to make her pregnant... And now as Mark pulls his penis out, see how it's slick from the juices? That's sperm and also the juice that Rachel made to help it go in smoothly. And his penis is getting soft again. That's also nature's way... the penis had to be hard to get up into the vagina, but now the sperm has come out, it can get soft and small again... You really liked that, Mark?" "A whole lot!" said Mark. "And what about you, Rachel? Did you like it a lot?" "It was amazing!" "Did you have an orgasm?" "No..." "Yeah, it would be really surprising if Rachel got an orgasm from sex that was so quick like that... Maybe Mark's penis will get hard again... I'd be happy if they did it once more... You willing to have Mark do it to you again, Rachel?" Rachel nodded enthusiastically. "So sperm is wonderful -- holy, even. It's wonderful if you get to feel and see and taste some. But the very best place for sperm -- the most holy place -- is up inside a woman's vagina -- or a big girl's vagina." "So is Rachel pregnant now?" asked Esther. "We don't know. It has to be a particular time of month that a girl or woman can get pregnant at all, and often it doesn't happen. Usually when a man and woman are trying to make a baby, they do it over and over again. It might only take once, but it usually takes many times... Oh, and look what I see! Mark's penis is hard again. You feel like sliding that into your girl Rachel, Mark?" He nodded enthusiastically. "And are you willing to have him slide it into you?" he asked Rachel. "Very, very much!" she said. "So gather round and watch," said Peter. "See how the penis tip goes in and you can't see it, but you can see the shaft going in and out. And you see Rachel's lips sliding first one way and then the other as the penis goes in and out." "Doesn't it hurt?" asked Ruth. "No, not at all!" moaned Rachel. "It's the best feeling ever!" "It's one of God's mysteries, how big girls think it's so great, but little girls aren't interested at all. But it also makes sense -- since you can't get pregnant, God doesn't make you want to do something that doesn't make babies." "See it going in and out, over and over again. Every time a man has sex and shoots sperm, it takes longer for him to be ready to do it again. So the first time with Rachel's hand it didn't take long at all, and then the second time when his body could tell he was finally in a girl who he might make pregnant, that took no time at all either. But now it's been a while, and he can go on and on like that, in and out. And they're both having a wonderful time." The expression on Rachel's face and Mark's face made it clear that he was right. "Now, probably Rachel wouldn't have an orgasm just from that... she and Mark would have to work at it and find things that are just right to make that happen. But she can have one another way. Rachel, why don't you put your fingers in there between you and Mark, there by the part that feels really good. So as Mark pumps in and out, you touch there, whatever way feels best. You mind she's doing that?" he asked Mark. "No, it's great! I like the idea she's feeling really good while I do it to her." Rachel smiled up at him, and seemed to relax a little. Her fingers moved, just a little bit compared to Mark's penis plunging in and out. In just thirty seconds, she gasped and groaned and shuddered. "Oh, yeah!" said Mark. "That was so cool!" Rachel removed her fingers, and he shoved his penis in harder than ever, fast and deep, and ten seconds later he groaned and relaxed, then let himself down on her and kissed her. "You see they both had a marvelous time. And now more sperm is swimming around inside Rachel. It's trying to make her pregnant too..." Just for a moment he felt a flash of anger at the idea of some boy having sex with his daughter, but it quickly passed. "So, that's how grown-ups have sex. And no man is going to stick his penis in you, because your vaginas are too small. But there will be other ways that they can have fun and feel great and give you their wonderful sperm. You saw Rachel do it one way at the start when she rubbed his penis." And as he looked around, Peter thought this training had been a success. Each girl looked interested and happy, and none of them were covering up their girl lips down below. Then he realized that he hadn't once emphasized how this was God's will. "Praise the Lord! All this is holy in His eyes!" "Amen!" said the girls. Now the hope was that the enthusiasm would carry over to when the first men arrived. Rachel had fulfilled the first part of her bargain with Peter -- she had demonstrated sex to the other girls in great detail. In a later session she demonstrated how to give a man oral sex, and swallowed all of Mark's ejaculation. The second part of the bargain would be ongoing for the next two years. She had to let every man who wanted to slide his penis into her vagina and achieve his pleasure there. A great many men wanted to exactly that, especially as she was the only girl with a vagina that was big enough to be penetrated. --------------------------------------------------------- Robert noted that he was the only man in the sex suite, and he had an idea. "Could you all gather around, please?" he said... Eight girls gathered, looking at him affectionately. He took all his clothes off, and revealed a thin, toned body. He was 26 years old. He also revealed a stiff penis. "You remember my name is Robert... Are you all OK with me being naked with my penis like this?" "Yes... sure... of course..." said the girls. He scanned the girls' faces for any who were looking away, or pouting, or scowling. There were none. "God likes your penis hard like that," said a girl. "Esther, may I lift your skirt?" Esther lifted her skirt. "Oh, that's great, but I just want you to answer. You answer my question, see? Say 'You may', or 'You may not'... Esther, may I lift your skirt?" "You may." He lifted the skirt and gave her the front hem to hold. "Esther, may I touch the front of your panties?" "You may." Robert gently touched the front of her panties where girls are different from boys. After many seconds of gentle stroking, he said, "Esther, may I pull your panties down?" "You may." Robert pulled the panties down to reveal her girl parts, and the sight made him moan briefly. "Esther, would you please sit on that sofa... keep your skirt up out of the way and spread your legs." She followed instructions with a good-natured smile. Robert knelt in front of her, and caressed the inside of her thighs up near where they came together. "Esther, may I call your girl parts your 'pussy'?" "You may." There were a few murmurs, but no giggles -- probably others had called what she had there a pussy before. "Esther, may I spread your pussy lips apart?" "You may." "Esther, may I... please, may I lick your pussy?" "You may." Robert lowered his head and licked, amazed and excited. Esther wiggled and cooed with excitement. Robert got to his feet. "Esther, may I kiss my cock tip against your pussy?" "You may." "I know I can't push it in..." Robert nestled the tip of his stiff cock right between Esther's lips. It was an amazing sight. "Thank you, Esther," he said, standing up and leaning over to kiss her cheek. He remembered they were all members of a serious church. "Blessed be the Lord, who has revealed how good sexual pleasure is!" "Amen!" said several of the girls. He moved on to Ruth, who was standing on the other side of the circle against another sofa. "Ruth, may I lift your skirt?" "You may." "Ruth, may I touch the front of your panties?" "You may." He started through the same list of questions, then heard some whispered conversations behind him. "He didn't ask you to do that." "No, but he's with Ruth now." "I don't know..." Esther then said, "Robert, may I rub myself between the legs to get happy? You got me so excited..." Robert smiled. "Yes, you may, Esther! God approves!" He glanced at the girl rubbing herself with great care and concentration, then returned to Ruth. He went through the same routine with her, all the way to kissing his cock tip against her pussy lips. He went through the girls, one by one. He heard a few whispers, and a girl leaving and coming back. He got to Sarah, the second-oldest of the bunch. "Sarah, may I lift your skirt?" "You may." When Robert lifted her skirt, she wasn't wearing any panties. She smirked at him, and he looked at her steadily, thinking for a moment. "Sarah, would you rather go put some panties on, or would you rather I spank you?" Sarah hesitated just a moment. "I would rather you spank me." The other girls giggled and whispered excitedly. "Robert, may I take off my dress and kneel on the bed and stick my butt up in the air so you can spank it?" "You may." The big girl's butt on display was very erotic. He leaned over and began spanking her, not very hard. "Robert, will you spank me harder?" Robert spanked a little harder. "The Lord says spanking me is good... Harder? .... Harder?" Robert was amazed at how hard he spanked her with her still asking for more. "OK, that's hard enough." The other girls were dancing around, laughing and giggling, at this unusual turn of events. Sarah turned and sat, smirking at Robert once more. "Sarah, will you please resume the position you were in?" Sarah did, and Robert approached her from behind. "Sarah, may I spread your pussy lips?" "You didn't ask if you could call it my pussy." "No, I didn't. When a girl asks to be spanked, she gives up the right to object to calling her vulva her pussy." "Who says?" Robert thought fast. "God says!" Sarah smiled and looked away. The big girls were giggling and talking among themselves, the little girls were more confused. "May I lick your pussy?" "You may." Robert licked Sarah's pussy from behind. She then gave him permission to nestle his cock tip between her spread lips. This was very close to doggy-style sex. He grabbed her hips and pushed forward gently, then pulled back and pressed again gently. He knew he couldn't penetrate her, and she knew he knew and he was glad she apparently trusted him. When he pulled away, he said, "Sarah, may I put a pair of underpants on you?" More mirth in the room. "You may." There were several pairs of underpants here and there around the room. Esther pointed to a pair, and Robert held them for Sarah to step into, then pulled them up on her. He smiled and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled and kissed his cheek in return. Robert continued his routine, now going down in age through the remaining girls. All of them said, "You may" to his every question. That meant that at the end of his time with each one, he beheld his cock tip nestled between the pussy lips of every girl. Then he turned to Rachel, the last girl -- the big girl -- and asked the same questions. This time he asked her to lie back on a bed, and got to the point of licking her between the legs. She had hair down there, naturally, so it was a bit different, but also very exciting. "Rachel, may I take your dress off?" Only then did he ask if he could put the tip of his cock against her pussy. "You may." The whole big girl was then exposed to him, with breasts and hips, but still not a full-grown woman by any means. He mounted her. "Rachel, may I press the tip of my cock between your pussy lips?" "You may." He switched to a whisper. "Rachel, may I push my cock into your pussy?" "You may." He gasped as he felt his tip enter her wet, tight vagina. "May I pull it out again? ... May I push it in again? ... May I keep going back and forth?" To each question, she answered, "You may." "Rachel, may I call your pussy a cunt?" "You may!" Robert pressed in and out urgently. "May I fuck your cunt good and hard?" "You may!" Robert was pounding away, gritting his teeth. "Rachel... May I ejaculate in your vagina?" "You may!" "May I come in your cunt?" "You may!" "May I shoot gobs and gobs of sperm way up inside?" "You may!" And Robert did, yelling, "Yes, yes, yes!" as he lunged deep and held still -- dumping gobs and gobs of sperm way up inside. "Oh, thank you so, so much!" he murmured to Rachel as he slid off and lay on his back, chest heaving. She snuggled up against his side, and said, "Giving sexual pleasure is good!" He heard Sarah whispering to the other girls, then Esther said, "Robert, may we try some stuff we think you might like?" "You may," he said. It seemed not very long after that he opened his eyes to behold seven newly naked girls. "May I slide your finger up my vagina?" asked Ruth, kneeling on the bed beside him. "You may." "May I lick your penis clean?" asked Sarah. "You may!" "May I ride on you like a horse?" asked Esther. "You may," he said, and the girl got up, straddling his stomach and thrusting her pelvis up and down. "May I kiss your cheek?" said the smallest voice of all. "You may," he said. And so Robert found himself covered with naked girl flesh, laughing and giggling. Girls who had his finger up their pussy holes were pushed aside by others who wanted to do the same thing. The game died down and the girls drifted away and got dressed. Rachel was still beside him. That whole game had been fun, but it had been awfully fun before, coming in her pussy. So very much fun. His penis became very stiff again. "Rachel, may I copulate with you again?" "You may," said the big girl. Robert did, rolling over onto her, sliding it in, and fucking a good long time before delivering more spunk way up inside her. He dozed briefly until he heard the next man come in. Then he got up, retrieved his clothes, and went for a shower and a rest in his own bed. --------------------------------------------------------- Peter's daughter Esther became very popular, at her tender age of five. It was easy to lick her to an orgasm -- though Robert hadn't known that. It wasn't so hard to get her to come with some simple finger pulses as well, for those men who didn't like eating out small girls. She easily understood that when the men had their climaxes, they were feeling as good as she did when she had hers. As a loving little girl, she wanted to make them happy. She didn't mind giving oral sex and letting men shoot it into her mouth, though reviews noted that she couldn't really smile if she had a cock in her mouth. Men found her small fingers wrapped around their cock, going up and down, very alluring. They could tell she wanted to make them happy. That became the best-reviewed way of climaxing with her, spurting sperm onto her chest or stomach or labia, and watching her smile of utter delight as it happened. Just as Peter intended, she viewed the sticky sperm as a sign of success all around -- they had felt good, she had helped them feel good, and the world was awash in more of the holy substance. The other girls got plenty of good reviews too, but Esther often got mentioned specially. --------------------------------------------------------- The older of Peter's two original wives was Muriel. He had offered to bring sexual pleasure into their marital relations at the same time as the other wives, but she had resisted. It wasn't right, she felt. So they had continued their quickies, Peter's cock sliding into Muriel's vagina and within a minute delivering the semen that was both his marital right and duty. Now they were in bed again, on her regular night, and she stopped him. "I confess, Peter, that I had serious doubts about your plan of getting the girls to have sex with men outside. But... it's amazing, they seem to love it so much." "I'm glad that you have seen your way to accept God's will," said Peter solemnly. "But I was thinking... if it's good for the girls, then..." "Yes," said Peter. He was going to make her come right out and say it. "Then, well, maybe you and I could do things a little differently." "I would be delighted to, my sweet," he said, helping her remove her nightgown and panties, as she helped him out of his pajamas and underpants. "Oh my, oh my!" she said as he sucked lustily on her nipples. "Oh dear, oh dear!" she said as he worked his fingers gently over her pussy parts and then inside, in the ways that females like. "What about you?" she asked, fully aroused. "Maybe we can get to that later, but for now let's just do it." Peter slid over onto her, into mating position, and slid his cock inside. "Oh, it goes in so smooth and easy!" she said. "Yes, doesn't it? And I love feeling your flesh on mine..." "That is lovely, Peter." "Now I propose that we settle in for a good, long fuck." "Peter!" "Well, it's not the sort of religious swearing that is a sin against God. It's just about sex." "Well..." "Unnnh, unnnh, unnnh, unnnh!" he grunted as he rowed back and forth. "Does that hurt?" "No, I confess... not at all!" "You like your husband's cock, fucking your pussy?" "Oh, so many new words..." "Say it, say 'Fuck your cock deep into my pussy!' " "Peter!" "Ah, you like it... admit it, be proud of it!" "I don't know..." "Let me consult God and see whether he commands you to say those words..." Muriel gave a hint of a smile, and then said, 'Fuck your cock deep into my pussy'... "Say it like you mean it..." "Fuck your cock deep into my pussy! Fuck it in! Deep! Deep up my cunt!" She laughed then, and hugged Peter tight. "That's better!" said Peter. And so Peter fucked, and Muriel told him how good it felt and asked him to keep fucking, and he kept telling her what a good fuck she was and kept fucking her for the better part of an hour. "I am getting a bit sore, Peter," she said. "Very well, I'll finish and seed you." He thrust harder and in 30 seconds said, "Oh, baby! What a good fuck!" as his sperm pulsed out. Muriel looked happy. No orgasm, but there would be time for more on other nights. Time for licking her out, time for her to be on top, maybe even time to do her from the rear. But they could take it gradually, one step at a time. Peter was glad. --------------------------------------------------------- David had his own room for sleeping, but part of what he had bought as part of his "vacation package" was the right to visit any of the girls during the night. They slept in two bedrooms, four to a room, each in her own bed. His memory of his encounter with Ruth was vivid and entirely positive, but he also wanted to get his cock into a vagina. And the one girl with a vagina that was big enough was Rachel, the oldest. When all the girls were asleep, he got up. He was sleeping in nothing but briefs, but now he took them off and headed out completely naked. He found Rachel's bed in the semi-darkness and slid into bed beside her. She was sound asleep and only woke gradually. She didn't seem surprised to find a man she had barely met in bed with her. After yawning and stretching, she looked over at him. "David... Hello, David, what can I do for you?" "I... if you don't mind, I'd like to have sex with you. You know, the regular kind." "Oh, I'd be happy to do that. The Lord is pleased when girls give men pleasure." David smiled, pulled down the covers, and slid his hand up under Rachel's nightgown. She wasn't wearing any panties. He pulled the nightgown off her completely and feasted his eyes on her. He was most excited by younger girls, but found Rachel plenty sexy too. He dove in to suck on one breast, then the other, briefly. "You ready to get it, down below?" he said. "Sure," she said. "But is your pussy hot and wet?" "Not especially." "Can I use my fingers to make to make it hotter and wetter?" "Sure can! I'd like that." As he massaged her between the legs, she made little contented sounds. "If you sucked my breast again that would help too," she said with a smile. "If you don't mind, that is." David didn't mind at all. "OK, I'm hot and wet," she said. David turned over onto her, found her opening below, and pressed in. She was right, she was hot and wet and her pussy gave his cock a tight hug. He closed his eyes and imagined Ruth below him, and imagined his cock thrusting into Ruth's hot and wet pussy. "You mind being quiet from now on?" he said. "No," said Rachel with a smile. "Why the smile?" "It's happened before. You want to imagine I'm Ruth?" She shifted her voice to a higher register. "OK, I'm Ruth, do me!" She lifted her head briefly to kiss him. David smiled, then closed his eyes, and slid his cock in and out of this wonderful, alluring vagina. In under a minute he lunged and spurted, holding still to feel his cock contracting, over and over. "Thanks -- Ruth," he said. He kept his eyes shut, imagining that his cock was sliding out of the small girl. He returned to his bed. He slept, but woke before dawn, thinking once again of Ruth. He got up naked and headed to her bed. It was in the other room from Rachel's. He slid in beside her. She stirred and looked at him with a smile. "David," she said. "Hello, David." After a moment, she spoke again, her soft voice replaced by a whisper. "I'm a bad girl." "Why's that?" David whispered. "I... I don't like to have a penis in my mouth. It's a sin if I don't let a man, so I never say no but I don't like it." "Well, Ruth, I would be delighted to never ask you to take my penis in your mouth. I wasn't going to anyway." "Oh, goody," she said, and grabbed David in a tight hug as they lay on their sides. "Do you mind it when a man licks you down there between the legs?" "No," said Ruth with a twinkle in her eye. "I don't mind that at all... but only if a man really wants to." "Oh, I really want to. I want you to feel as good as you can. You let me know what feels good and what doesn't?" Ruth smiled and kissed him on the nose. With both of them naked and the covers pulled back, David caressed Ruth's luscious body with both hands on his way down below her, where he settled in to explore her hairless folds with his tongue. He put his arms up beside her torso, and she took each hand of his in her matching hand. He licked, and she squeezed when it felt especially good. Minutes went by, squeezes became clutches, her fingernails biting into his hands. Then she yelled. A big, loud yell as she climaxed. The other three girls in the room stirred in their beds. "What was that?" said a small voice. "Just Ruth having some sexual pleasure," said an older girl. "Amen." "That musta felt really, really good!" said the small voice again. "Yeah, really musta," said a girl of intermediate age. "You still with us, Ruth, or did God take you to heaven with that one?" "I'm still here," moaned Ruth. "Well, the Lord be praised," said the older voice. "What do you want for you?" said Ruth softly to David. "Oh, I'll just wank myself," he said. As he got into mounting position, he saw a small girl standing beside them in nothing but underpants. "Can I watch?" she asked, the owner of the smallest voice he had heard before. David considered, and had a naughty thought. "You can watch if you pull your panties down while you watch." "Only fair," came the voice of the oldest girl. The girl smiled and pulled them down and off. David held Ruth's lips apart and lodged his cock tip into her moist flesh, as snug as it could be without going into her. And he began wanking himself. Oh, that felt good! He glanced to the side at the little girl's slit. Just then the little girl came closer, wrapped her arms around David from the side, thrust her little sexy part against him, and nibbled his ear. "Oh, oh, oh!" said David, loud, as he pressed his cock tip tight against Ruth and exploded with orgasm. Some of the sticky goo went into Ruth, he was sure. The rest made a mess in her vestibule. "That was pretty amazing," he panted to the little girl, who was standing beside the bed again. "Thought you might like it," she said, running back to bed. "You forgot your underpants!" They were lying on the floor. "No worries," said the oldest voice. "Doesn't matter. We can do God's work without underpants." David lay down partway on Ruth and kissed her. She kissed him back, eagerly. After nearly a minute of this, the intermediate-age girl sang out, "David and Ruth, sittin' in a tree, K I S S I N G." David smiled but got up and went to her bed. "You naughty girl!" he said, pulling the covers down. He turned her over onto her stomach, pulled her nightgown up to her waist, and spanked her panty-clad butt -- but not hard. She and the biggest girl both laughed. But David wanted his Ruth, so he returned to her bed, where he saw her sliding the sperm from her labia into her vagina -- the part that hadn't gone there when he spurted. When he lay beside her, she stopped and they clutched each other in a tight hug, kissing some more. Ruth looked relaxed and happy, and quickly drifted off to sleep. David held the sleeping girl a few minutes longer, taking in her precious girly essence, trying to etch every detail in his mind, before easing her onto her back and slipping back to his room. Outside, the black sky was just starting to shift to gray. The other three girls looked to be asleep. --------------------------------------------------------- Men had already been paying a fair sum for a day in the Holy Fundamentalist Mormon Church of Jacob and Paul -- nothing short of $2,000. With reviews like the one David gave, interest soared and with it the price. Naturally a few of the women had been upset by this particular vision of Peter -- the one that had given rise to a high-end children's whorehouse, as they uncharitably put it. The girls themselves had a more open mind on the subject. Peter's next revelation was a broad one to the effect that it was fine to partake of earthly pleasures, with no need to be austere. They still said grace at meals and had a couple church services a week, but the women soon perceived that it was more a matter of honoring tradition than deep conviction. Peter had invested some money from the first in making the sex suite appealing and up-to-date. But quickly things changed in the rest of the compound as well. The buildings were repaired inside and out and the dirt road paved. Hamburgers for dinner became commonplace. The girls got to choose lots of fancy outfits just for themselves, along with a few to wear when they were in the apartment with the men. Peter had a sizable area cleared and planted with grass so the children (mostly the boys) could play sports of various kinds. Elaborate play houses for inside and intricate climbing structures for outside appeared. Peter still did expect strict discipline in a few matters. He strictly forbade any electronic communication that provided direct knowledge of the outside world, and he was the only who left the premises. His own internet activity, used for scheduling and payment, was strictly under lock and key. He also still insisted that the children engage in rigorous home schooling. The women suspected that the ban on communication with the outside world was so that the children didn't realize they were being abused. However, they too got as much in the way of fancy clothes as they wanted. A housekeeper, a cook, a gardener, and two nannies were hired to do most of the work. It turned out that all of the hired help were fugitives, repentant and reformed, but with the strongest incentive to say no word about anything suspicious they observed. The women reflected that they didn't miss the serious religion very much. In retrospect, Luke had ruled their lives, making them live in poverty, work hard, and share one man among them. While Peter now ruled their lives instead, the rules were much easier. Above all what won their acquiescence was that the girls all seemed to be happy and thriving, The sex games they played with the men seemed to do them no harm, instead filling them with a sense of confidence. And darned if many girls didn't really enjoy sexual pleasure themselves if given the opportunity and encouragement. --------------------------------------------------------- Another aspect of the situation was the boys. His plan was all about girls, and had no role for boys. He had heard online that there were men who were interested in being sexual with boys. He was horrified. He had been taught that homosexuality was a grievous sin! Yet on the female side Caroline and Hannah seemed so happy together. And as for men and boys, why not? The girls were telling them all what a great time they had with the men, and some of the boys were jealous. After wrestling with his conscience and asking the Lord for guidance, Peter decided that if He had approved of relaxation of so many of the sexual rules he had been taught, perhaps it was not so bad if he relaxed this one too. Sexual pleasure was good. Making other people sexually happy was good. And if the boys were interested... He wanted no part of it himself. Caroline and Hannah agreed to take care of the logistics. And sure enough, there was soon a stream of men visiting the boys in the sex suite that Caroline set up for them. It was in the farthest of the three buildings. The Church's income nearly doubled. Despite his best efforts to stay away from that whole side of the operation, Peter couldn't help hearing comments like, "It's so cool they just want to suck my dick!" and "When he gets the good feeling all this stuff shoots out... Can't wait 'til I'm old enough to do that", and "I actually like the taste of the stuff myself." --------------------------------------------------------- One problem was a shortage of vaginas. Well, not really, since all the girls had vaginas. The shortage was of vaginas that men could slide their penises into to achieve what was in an important sense the ultimate in satisfaction. On the whole, men whose desire was to penetrate a mature vagina could meet their needs with adult women -- the world was full of women and even adult prostitutes were a dime a dozen. The men who visited Peter's church were inclined towards younger girls. They recognized that such girls do not have suitable vaginas. And yet the desire to penetrate did not disappear simply because it was not physically possible. The only vagina that was available was of his own eldest daughter Rachel. Rachel slept in the sex suite most nights, and her vagina was often used by men, over and over again, meaning she didn't sleep so well. As a result, she got to sleep in in the morning in her own room with Mark. Any girl who got so much attention at night that it interfered with good sleep could take a night off now and then to sleep soundly. But as the possessor of the only fuckable vagina, there was a lot of pressure on Rachel to be there almost every night. She asked some guys if they would mind if she fell asleep while they fucked her. Some thought the idea was hot, and others were OK with it. Far better than no vagina at all to fuck! And if Rachel was asleep while they fucked, some men felt no hurry, and just fucked away for over an hour. Rachel got to sleep with Mark every morning and have sex with him, and after two years she would be free of any need to serve in the sex suite. It was a lot better than being married to dour Mr. Johnson in a strict and up-tight household, who would maybe wham-bang fuck her now and then and perhaps impregnate her. As for impregnation, Peter had procured for Rachel The Pill. She took one every day from the round dispenser, moving on to a new one every month. She needed no encouragement, since she surely didn't want to bear the baby of a random man from the sex suite. When the two years were up, then she could go off the pill when she wanted in order to have Mark's babies. Rachel had dared to ask if Martha was also going to help in the sex suite, and Peter said that she was legally married -- to the voice of God on earth, no less -- so that was totally different, and out of the question. Fidelity in marriage was holy! Besides, she was older, and the men who would visit the girls would like them on the younger side. But Rachel with her vagina was just one girl. Peter realized he needed a vagina farm team, a metaphor that made him smile even as the thought embarrassed him. He emphasized repeatedly that it was good for a girl of any age to explore her vagina with fingers to see just how big it was, and to encourage men to explore as well within the limits of what was comfortable. With their own fingers, it was good for the girls to push the limits of depth and breadth as long as it didn't hurt too much. The next oldest girl after Rachel was Sarah, the youngest of his own lovers. She reported that she could get three of her fingers in. How did fingers translate to penis size? Peter bought a number of dildos of varying dimensions to help investigate this. It turned out that she was already big enough to accommodate five percent of men -- determined from a helpful online resource. Online contacts told him that he could command an astronomical price for the taking of Sarah's virginity, but there would be potential problems with verification. The cash flow was going very well in any event, and Peter listened to God and determined that it was His will that Peter himself take Sarah's virginity. Peter determined that in girth he himself was in the 40th percentile. Hormones began to pulse more strongly within Sarah. Her nipples were already notably different from a boy's. The hormones also worked in conjunction with Sarah's explorations between her legs. She was nearly 11 when she reported that she could accommodate a dildo that Peter knew mapped to the 42nd percentile. --------------------------------------------------------- "God has told me it's time, Sarah." "For what?" "For you to accept a penis inside your vagina." "Oh, great!" "God also told me it was to be my penis." She hugged him. "That would be nice! You've wanted to get in for so long now, and I can finally fulfill God's mission for me and let you!" Sarah had of course been engaging in lots of sexual play with the men in the company of all the other girls. She asked if Peter would like to do it to her with all the other girls watching -- sexual pleasure was good, there was no need for shame, and surely if Sarah was now old enough to accept the cock of God's representative on earth, that was something to celebrate! But Peter retained his intuitive sense that his status as the representative of God on earth would be undercut if all the girls saw him engaged in lust, looking like any other horny man. Sarah was the youngest girl he had taken to bed -- and he had continued to do so regularly even after she began joining the group fun and games. He always did it alone, just the two of them, in Sarah's bedroom in the main house. Now Sarah lay on her back, naked with legs spread wide. Peter beheld her youthful perfection in the candlelight. He had just licked her to an orgasm -- something she had come to enjoy more and more over the months since their initial encounter. She was already sexually satisfied, and her vaginal tissues should be as engorged and stretchy and wet as they could possibly be. Also naked, he held himself above her, stiff cock pointing right at her. He lowered himself into position. His cock had nestled inside her vestibule many times before, but this was to be different. He pressed and her tissues did not immediately yield. He pressed again and there was still resistance. "You sure this is going to work?" he said. "I press harder than that with the dildo," she said matter-of-factly. "Well, be sure to tell me if it hurts." "Of course." He pressed harder and harder still, and then he felt her vagina opening up to accept his intrusion. His cock tip went in! He pulled back a millimeter or two and pressed forward again and it went deeper... and deeper still. Dildo reconnaissance had reported that a full penetration would not be possible. But he had no way of transforming measured centimeters of depth into his sensations as he penetrated her. It was just sexy and wonderful and he wanted more. He would trust her to tell him if it hurt. "That feels nice!" said Sarah. "So much nicer than a dildo! It's... alive! You can go deeper... Wow, I never got the dildo in that far before! I feel stuffed... by something alive!" She laughed when she said that. After his next deeper penetration, she winced and said, "OK, that's far enough." With the limit of his intrusion specified, he went back to the simple, in and out motion of sex, looking at his gorgeous girl with the breast buds. She was very tight around him below -- tight and hot and wet. He would like to make it last, but... his mate was already satisfied, and the drive was so strong... In and out he pressed, pleasure building, and as he pressed deep -- but not too deep -- he convulsed. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" he moaned, delivering his seed of life into Sarah, pulse after pulse. He let himself down on her gently and turned his head to the side as he caught his breath. Was this in fact the best sex he'd ever had in his life? When he raised his head, Sarah was smiling at him. "That was cool! You seemed so, so happy!" She gave a devilish smile. "So fucking happy!" "Sarah!" he said. "Hey, you took the name of the Lord in vain.. not once, not twice, but three times!" Peter opened his mouth to reply but closed it again. He had nothing befitting of his status as God's representative on earth to say. Instead, he just winced sheepishly. "A penis is so cool in there!" she said. "It's nicer all around. More flexible. And alive. And now it's shrinking, and dildos never shrink. And best of all, it makes you so happy!" Peter rolled slowly off of Sarah and onto his side. His cock slithered out, and Sarah inspected things down there. "It's wet, but the main goop stayed up inside! So tidy! Praise the Lord!" Usually Peter rested briefly and then got up after sex, but this time he just snuggled against Sarah, his middle-aged far-from-perfect skin against hers that was so young and indeed perfect. His body was so much larger than hers. He felt sleepy and decided to let himself relax. Perhaps he actually dozed for a moment, but Sarah's subtle shift in position woke him again. He drew back a bit and looked at her. His cock surged strongly to life. "Sexual pleasure is good," said Sarah. He nodded. "Would God's representative on earth care to slide his holy phallus into his servant Sarah's vagina for another round?" Peter thought he might need to chastise her for such a flip remark... but the prospect of what she offered was so much more compelling. He eased over onto her, and her fingers guided him inside. It was all perfect. It made him feel like fucking, so he fucked. He fucked and fucked and fucked. In and out, gently, pleasure suffusing his body, his mind -- and his soul. "Oooo, that feels good... sort of like when you lick, but not as strong... You mind if I seek a bit of pleasure at the same time?" No, Peter didn't mind. Rachel and Mark had demonstrated that during the very first teaching session. He felt her fingers creep in between his pubic bone and hers and felt the slightest flutter as he pumped away, fucking and fucking and fucking. Suddenly Sarah gasped and bucked -- and he felt her pussy contracting around him! A girl orgasming while he was fucking her -- that was a rarity, and all the more wonderful with a girl with an almost completely flat chest. He pumped harder, now more urgently, and then he orgasmed himself. This time he stopped himself from saying anything in the heat of passion that he would later regret. --------------------------------------------------------- The news that Sarah's vagina was now open for business caused a notable surge in demand. At first Peter screened for penis size, only approving those in the 40th percentile or below. But from a combination of hormones, frequent semen deliveries, sexy experience, and whatever else, Sarah was soon able to accommodate all penises but the largest freaks of nature. She liked being the center of attention in the sex suite. Lots of men went straight for her in a beeline. Others played around with the younger girls but ended up with cock pressed deep into Sarah, spurting away. Rachel was delighted to share the burden, and in fact almost every man preferred Sarah to her. She even felt a twinge of jealousy, but mostly happy that she needed to spread her legs less often and could report to Mark sometimes that not a single man had fucked her that day in the sex suite. Lots of men didn't like things to be too soupy up inside of Sarah, so she excused herself after every second dose of sperm to sit on the toilet and finger out the bulk of the last couple men's contributions before accepting the next one. --------------------------------------------------------- Children are often disappointed when there are age limits they don't meet. "Wait until your older" can be an exasperating explanation. There was no lower age limit on participation in the sex suite. No one expects babies to understand such concepts as "sexual pleasure is good". If they didn't like something the men wanted to do, the men naturally stopped and no one tried to convince the baby girls to feel otherwise about it. But if the girl's reaction was neutral or positive, there was no obstacle. Girls who could just crawl would soak in all the sexual activity around them as they soaked in everything else in their environment. If a man wanted to pull her diaper down, rub his penis, and spurt goo onto her private parts, most girls were at worst perplexed. Quite often a girl was amused, or happy at the approval that she got from her sisters as they watched. --------------------------------------------------------- One year passed, and then another. Rachel completed her two years of service in the sex suite and was married to Mark. She told Peter she really had kind of enjoyed her time giving men sexual pleasure, and was so glad he had not made her marry Mr. Johnson. Peter confided that it was a bluff and he never would have made her marry Mr. Johnson. Luke's daughter Julia was 8 when the sex suite opened, and she hadn't been much of a hit -- something of an ugly duckling. But when she was eleven, and her vagina became big enough to take a man, she became much more popular. Still no swan, exactly, but she was a friendly 11-year-old girl who could take a penis where God meant it to go and cheerfully accept a man's load up inside -- that was no small thing. She also was a master of the pussy squeeze, and had an uncanny sense of the best time to do it to enrich a man's climax. Peter and Martha's baby girl was Mary, and she seemed to be a charmed baby from the start. She was beautiful, affectionate, curious, and good-natured. She was also one of the girls who loved touching herself from a young age. At the age of two she would masturbate in various ways -- humping against a teddy bear or the edge of a chair or sofa, or using her own fingers when in the bath or when she had no diaper on. She toilet-trained herself early, and they wondered if part of the reason was so that no diaper was in the way of her own excursions in pleasure. She was a hit in the sex suite from the start. Like Esther before her, men could easily make her come with their tongue or fingers. Many young girls inserted fingers in their vaginas out of curiosity. Some did it imitating older girls or because the men asked them to. But Mary liked inserting a finger into her vagina just for the fun of it -- because it felt good to her. --------------------------------------------------------- Adam couldn't believe what was on offer. It took him a long time to convince himself it was not a hoax. But now here he was, at the "church" in the mountains, alone in a room with Mary -- only three years old. As he took his clothes off, she quickly got out of her dress and panties. She stood up on the bed and bounced. Her eyes fixed on his cock. It was rather floppy, but she went right for it and caressed it lovingly. It soon became very hard. Adam's cock had never before been hard in the presence of another person, for the only people who excited him were small girls. Very small. Adam sat on the bed with her, and ran his fingers over her -- face, golden hair, luscious young body. She didn't seem to mind, but her eyes were fixed on his stiff cock. Adam shifted his caresses to her private parts, and he noticed how she smiled as she pulsed his fingers on her labia. She smiled more as he opened her and slid a finger in. "Can I... can I lick you?" She nodded eagerly and lay back. The reviews said she rarely said a word to the visiting men, and it made her more mysterious. She made little sounds of pleasure as he licked her magical girl place. It didn't take long before she gasped and shuddered with orgasm. After a few moments to recover, she sat up and started caressing his hard penis. She wanted to give pleasure as well as receive it. He had heard she would lovingly take his tip in her mouth, and when he indicated that's what he wanted, she eagerly complied. He knelt on the bed, and she sat cross-legged, giving him an unobstructed view of the girl parts he had just been loving with his tongue, still flushed from the pleasure she had felt. Now her mouth and tongue gave a luscious welcome to his penis. She couldn't take more than the tip inside, but she ran her fingers lightly up and down his shaft at the same time. He found the sensations overwhelming, especially combined with the view between her legs. He shuddered and came in her mouth, gasping and groaning. She swallowed some of it, and gave a laugh of delight as soon as his cock slid out of her mouth. Then she fingered the rest of his sperm from her mouth and lips into her vagina. When he lay down to catch his breath, she snuggled against him, kissing his neck and ear and cheek. This girl was so exciting that his cock didn't stay limp for long. He got her to lie back with legs spread wide and then touched his cock against her labia. She held herself up a bit with one arm behind her so she could participate actively, and she spread her pussy lips to give his cock a warmer welcome in her little vestibule. Then as he wanked himself, she licked his cheek, and then nibbled his ear. With that sort of welcome it didn't take him long to convulse again, shooting jets of sperm, at least one going through her vaginal opening into the snug cavity inside. She started to snuggle against him, but instead he had her lie flat and went over her body -- arms, legs, tummy, back -- and caressed and licked, trying to absorb the divine essence of this little sexy girl as best he could. Before long his cock stiffened again, and little Mary took the initiative to do something else with sex organs. She had him lie flat on his back and lifted herself up over him, then tucked his penis tip right into her vestibule again. She pressed down and let up, over and over. His tip never went inside, but it pressed harder than he would have dared to himself. She caressed his cock as she held it in place, but soon changed position. She let his penis lie flat against his stomach and then mushed her private parts against it, and slid forward and back. The sensations were amazing, and the sight of the girl making those thrusting motions was too much for him, and he soon groaned and ejaculated again. She giggled briefly, but kept going, her face intent with her own sexual pleasure. The junction of labia and penis had been plenty lubricated before, but now sperm made for a thicker and more luxurious coating for the sexual sliding of flesh on flesh. After a minute of urgent thrusting, she gasped and shuddered. When she caught her breath, she sat back and fingered his semen into her vagina. The semen on her was quite close to the opening already, and she got some from his glistening organ too. Adam knew he only had an hour with her and his time was nearly up. So after a few more caresses and kisses, he got up and dressed. She just lay back on the bed with a dreamy smile, legs wide apart. As he prepared to leave, she stood up, then reached out with her arms and jumped up. He caught her and let her plaster herself to him for a face-to-face hug, her legs reaching around his back. When he let her down, he noticed that some of her pussy juice had leaked onto his shirt. He would treasure that stain forever. He'd invested a fair chunk of his modest life savings into this one visit. He was pretty sure he knew where the rest of it was going to go. --------------------------------------------------------- Peter had never approached any of his own children sexually. It was not a matter of resisting temptation, as they simply held no appeal to him in that regard. Martha and Sarah had both attracted him, and he had consummated his lust for them. He even found himself attracted to Emily. But those were all Luke's daughters. Now there was little Mary. For whatever reason, he found himself strongly intrigued by her. Could he give expression to his attraction? He would love to snuggle, but he would also love more. It wasn't right. He knew it wasn't right. One evening, however, he was feeling especially aroused, with images of Mary dancing in his head, and then Esther and then Ruth. Ruth would be ready to take a penis up her vagina soon... Every time the vision of a new girl came to him, it made his heart beat a little faster. It used to be that his daughters didn't arouse him, but it seemed that had changed. God must have made it change. And then God told him that it was time... time for him to make a visit to the sex suite. Sexual pleasure is good. For years, images of younger females would occasionally come to him when having sex with older ones. The image of Martha had come to him when he was with his older wives at first, and then Sarah had been the one to intrude after he became intimate with her. He had fought those mental intrusions, with some success. Making a visit to the sex suite had the risk that images of even younger girls might come to him during sex. God made him promise that he would never reveal these mental intrusions to any of his wives. That would be an immoral thing to do. Peter was a man of strong morals. True, God sometimes told him that a thing he used to think was immoral really wasn't. But he never wavered from his commitment not to tell his wives when images of younger females came to his mind during sex. With that solemn limitation in mind, Peter let himself into the sex suite after midnight. A man was in bed with one of the girls, but he headed right for another. He crept into bed with her. Emily recognized him, but he whispered to her that sexual pleasure was good. She didn't complain in the least when he covered her naked body with caresses and licked her between the legs. He was hungry for more girl flesh, so he moved on -- and found himself in bed with Esther. He had always felt that incest was wrong, but... it didn't feel wrong just then, and besides, God told him that incest wasn't really incest if a man had so many wives -- it diluted the bad part, somehow. Esther thought it was exciting that her daddy wanted her. He fondled her and licked her to orgasm, and then humped against her leg and her stomach. She suggested taking her daddy's penis in her mouth, and Peter was amazed and promptly orgasmed into her mouth. She swallowed it all, wiped her mouth, and kissed him. He felt relaxed, but the pull of the other girls was strong. Then it was on to Ruth. She had an unusually strong sexual response too, even if her younger sister's was more famous. Her orgasm convulsed her body strongly. Maybe it ran in the family. Sarah was surprised to see him in this environment but welcomed him into her pussy. He unloaded there. He found little Mary's bed and had an intimate encounter with her too. She was pretty sleepy, and the visit mostly consisted of him caressing and soaking in the pleasure of her body from every angle. But she did have an orgasm in her state of half sleep as he licked her in that miraculous little place that girls have and boys don't. He found himself in bed with a small girl, Luke's youngest daughter, licking her pussy as she sighed with contentment. He couldn't at the moment remember her name, but he figured it would come to him later. When he turned her over and slid his cock up and down between her butt cheeks, he still couldn't remember. Oh, well. He visited Julia last. He wanted to end with his cock in a pussy, and the legends were true -- she gave a magnificent squeeze just as he approached climax, adding an extra note to the chord of orgasmic pleasure. Word got around that Peter had been in the sex suite, doing Luke's daughters and his own alike. But if sexual pleasure was good, it surely was good for the representative of God on earth as well? It was only consistent. Peter didn't visit the sex suite very often, but once or twice a month he indulged and gorged himself on the abundance of small girl hair and faces and voices and bodies and most of all pussies -- licking most of them, fucking the few that could be fucked, finding some other smooth surface on the outside of others to hump against. This plan of girls happily and freely giving sexual pleasure to men -- it worked well! --------------------------------------------------------- Peter invested in a large swimming pool located outdoors, open to the air when it was pleasant, but covered by a roof and heated in bad weather or winter. There were Jacuzzis and hot tubs. He invested in a barn, with horses and ponies that the children could care for and ride. He had a helicopter pad constructed a few hundred yards away for the convenience of high-end customers, with a covered walkway leading to the buildings of the "church". He paid some hefty bribes to local officials, so that there was always plenty of warning before inspectors arrived, including notably ones who evaluated the welfare of the children. He made substantial campaign contributions to some state politicians too to keep attention focused away from him. Peter slowly stopped hiding from himself the obvious fact that his revelations from God had taken him a considerable distance from the revelations of Luke -- or the revelations of all sects of Mormon fundamentalism, or official Mormonism, or religious faith itself. As it pertained to what happened in the girls' and boys' sex suites, his revelations were sharply at odds with secular society itself. And then he realized that all the revelations from God had come from his own mind rather than God. And then he realized that God didn't exist. He didn't tell the others, but he stopped leading church services, and they soon ceased altogether. The purpose of life was to eat, drink, and be merry. Being merry often involved sex. Society would assume that his flock of children would all be traumatized, but he knew they would not. They were a happy and well-adjusted bunch. He himself got immense pleasure from the younger girls, including his own small daughters. And he provided a service to other honorable men who also craved the company of small girls and boys. Even if he and his family were paid handsomely for providing that service, it was still service to the world! ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.