Church of the Loli Bible (MF, Mg, inc, breeding, religious parody)

by this guy (this.guy20@yahoo.com)

Summary: There’s something to be said for driving through poor urban 
neighborhoods: you see some of the most amazing things, and if you’re lucky 
you get to have some amazing experiences… 



One day I happened to drive through what was one of the first “suburbs” (a 
neighborhood of freestanding, single family houses) of the city.  Actually it 
is within the boundaries of the city.  It looked not unlike other late 
nineteenth / early twentieth century suburbs: a now decayed vestige of its 
former glory.  While I had known about the old mansions around Lincoln Park, 
I had forgotten about the Dobson mansion*.  A palace (for all intents and 
purposes) of somewhere between fifteen and twenty thousand square feet, built 
in the 1870’s from the wealth created by the (then revolutionary) product: 
asbestos board.  

The Dobson mansion in its current state was…well a bit confusing: its front 
garden had been transformed into a parking lot, the wood porch railings were 
unpainted and appeared to be rotting; and yet the two and three story high 
stone walls looked remarkably good, as did the windows and what I could see 
of the slate roof…  A sign hung from the stone archway that spanned across 
the (once gated) driveway, reading “Church of the Loli Bible, all welcome.”  

Over the following few days I did a bit of research on the Dobson mansion.  
According to various historical sources (and a few old black-and-white 
photos), its interior made its exterior seem decidedly average.  Just getting 
to see interior had the potential to be enough to make up for having to sit 
through a boring church service and being told I’m going to hell (what can I 
say: I like sex, the kinkier the better).  So, I found out when Services were.

The following Sunday I went to the Church of the Loli (obviously a typo on the 
part of the sign maker) Bible.  I thought it would be wise to park on the 
street on the off chance that this was some sort of cult, so I would be able 
to make a speedy get-away if necessary.  I must confess I was a bit surprised 
by the cars in the parking lot: most of them were average newer factory-stock 
cars…no tinted black windows, no outrageously oversized (allegedly) custom 
wheels, no twenty-plus year old entry-level models from luxury brands…  

I was not disappointed when I walked into the Dobson mansion.  I stepped into 
an eight foot wide central hallway running from the front of the building to 
the back; the floors were stone, the walls and ceiling paneled in walnut, a 
glorious curving staircase was set back in an alcove on the left side…  
Everyone else was going through the huge doorway in the wall on the right side 
(opposite the stairs), so I went with the flow.  After serpiticiously glancing 
around, I concluded that about 60% of the congregation was men and there 
seemed to be almost no children.  The room I had entered was clearly the Parlor 
originally, and it didn’t disappoint: an enormous space probably twenty by 
fifty with a ceiling which must have been about seventeen feet above the 
floor; again the floor was stone, there was wood paneling: chestnut (I think) 
below a chair rail some five feet above the floor with a mural of a forest 
scene above it, the perimeter of the ceiling was beamed with a painting of the 
sky on a slightly cloudy day in its middle.  Clearly the “church” was using 
this room as their worship space.

Other people were beginning to sit down; so in an attempt to not attract too 
much attention I sat in a chair near the back, in what was actuality the front 
of the house.   A few moments later someone sat in the chair next to me on the 
left, “Crap, someone noticed me” I thought.  Glancing to the side, what I saw 
was even more glorious than the room I was in.  Sitting in the chair to my 
left was a stunningly beautiful youngish woman (early to mid-twenties) with a 
fairly athletic build and straight shoulder-length blonde hair. She was 
wearing a very revealing and extremely short bright green dress (the sort of 
dress one would expect to see a stripper or hooker wearing) and a pair of 
crimson red four-inch stiletto heels.

“I haven’t seen you here before,” she said quietly.  

Seeing as I was the only person within five feet of her, I could only conclude 
she was talking to me; so I turned my head and replied, “First time here…”

“Lucia Dobson.”  She reached out and put her right hand on my crotch, 
“pleasure to meet you.”

“John Finney” I made up a name on the spot (still concerned this ‘church’ 
could be some sort of cult), as I put my hand on her knee.  She shook her 
head ‘no’ as she placed her left hand on my wrist and began moving my hand 
to the inside of her thigh.  Then, she proceeded to move my hand up along the 
inside of her thigh until it was under the hem of her dress.  Suddenly, the 
tips of my fingers touched something very soft, warm, and moist…OH MY GOD she 
wasn’t wearing any panties!

A man at the other end of the room began speaking.  “That’s reverend Tom 
Dobson, my father.” She whispered in my ear.  “His daddy started this 
wonderful church so we could worship the almighty cum and its amazing power 
to create life.” She continued whispering as she opened my fly.  

Too shocked by the events around me to do or say anything, I let Lucia reach 
into my pants and pull out my semi-hard dick.  She gave my dick a gently 
squeeze before suggesting, “Maybe you should look at the Bible…”

Fearful of what sort of trouble I would likely get into if someone noticed 
that the preacher’s daughter was giving me a hand-job during the church 
service, I pulled the hardcover book out from the decidedly home-made looking 
net pouch on the back of the chair in front of me.  There were only two words 
on the cover “Loli Bible.”  Obviously that was another typo / misprint like 
the sign out-front…  After placing the fairly large hardcover book on my 
thighs just above my knees I opened the cover and turned a few pages.  

“HOLY SHIT!” I thought when I saw the black and white photograph of two naked 
kids (a boy and a girl, both of whom looked to be maybe ten years old) covering 
most of the page.  Below the photo a caption read, “Little Adam and Eve have 
no shame in their nude bodies.”     

I turned the page: HOLY SHIT again.  Covering most of the page was another 
black and white photo of the same two kids.  In this photo the girl was 
holding the boy’s hard dick in her hand.  Another caption at the bottom of the 
page, this one read, “Little Eve holds Little Adam’s best part.”

The words “…We must honor the Loli-Pluses,” coming from the pulpit at the 
front of the worship room drew my attention away from the hardcover book of 
kiddie porn which was sitting on my lap.  

“Hunh?” I quietly mumbled as I looked up to see ten girls who looked to be 
early teens walk into the room through the large doorway and step up to the 
pulpit.  Turning to Lucia, I quietly asked, “What’s a ‘Loli-Plus’?”

“So you know what a ‘Loli’ is, right?” she quietly asked in response to my 
question.

Despite being pretty sure I knew the answer I thought it better to verify my 
thoughts; so I replied, “Well…I think maybe…” I trailed off on purpose.

Stifling a chuckle, Lucia gave me a quick education, “A Loli is a girl who 
hasn’t yet had a baby and isn’t currently pregnant.”  She paused for half a 
second to take a breath before continuing, “A Loli-Plus is a girl who hasn’t 
had a baby and is currently pregnant.”

“So all of those girls are pregnant?” I quietly asked.

“Right, none of them are a mom yet,” she replied.

“So their first pregnancy is a big deal then?” I thought out loud.

“Unt-unh,” Lucia shook her head, before explaining, “First pregnancy: not 
really.  A girl having her first baby: that’s a big deal.”  She took a breath 
and continued, “Marci, the girl with the brown hair in the yellow dress, this 
is her second pregnancy; she miscarried her first one about three months ago.  
Benita, the really tan girl in the pink dress, this is her third pregnancy; 
she’s miscarried twice…poor thing…”

“How old are they?” I heard myself ask without even thinking the question.

“Well…Marci is two years older than my daughter Kiera and her birthday is a 
week after Kiera’s…so she’s twelve…” Lucia took a quick breath before adding, 
“...and Benita: she’s either thirteen or fourteen…I don’t really know her 
family that well…”

Before my mind could even begin to process what I’d just been told, more words 
coming from the pulpit “…Send in the Loli’s…” grabbed my attention.  An 
instant later about two dozen completely naked girls came skipping into the 
room through the large doorway.  From what I could see looking down the aisle 
towards the pulpit, the girls seemed to be a random mix of ages between 
pre-school and early teens.  

As the first of the girls got about three row of seats from the front of the 
worship space, Lucia closed the Loli Bible which was had remained open (to 
the second page) on my lap through the course of our conversation, and put it 
back into the net pouch on the back of the chair in front of me.  She then 
proceeded to extend her arm across my body and made a ‘come here’ flicking 
motion with her index finger.  

Not more than two seconds after Lucia had put the Loli Bible away, a 
very-naked girl who looked to be about six was climbing onto my lap.  

For a few seconds she sat in a fairly conventional position on my lap: her 
right shoulder pressing against / into the middle of my chest, her legs 
hanging over the side of my right thigh…  

Then the naked young girl placed her left hand on my left knee and began to 
rotate her body around until her back was against my chest.  She lifted her 
hand off my knee and swung her left leg around both of my knees until it was 
hanging over the outside of my left thigh.  Then something I really didn’t 
expect happened; the girl put her hands onto my knees and tilted her body 
forward: her bare butt lifting up off my lap.  An instant later I felt a soft 
warm moistness on the tip of my dick.  Before my mind could even begin to 
process what was going on, the head of my dick was enveloped in the tightest 
space it had even been in.  The naked young girl tilted her body back into a 
more vertical position and lowered herself down: my dick sliding into an 
exceedingly tight sheath which was decidedly warm and surprisingly wet…

Lucia rotated her upper body to the side and proceeded to lean very close to 
me.  Her chin practically resting on my left shoulder as she whispered into 
my ear, “Try not to cum until the Reverend says to.”

“Unh-huh,” I confirmed my understanding of what she’d just told me with a nod.  

“Good,” Lucia whispered into my ear as the naked young girl siting on my lap 
began to slowly rock back-and-forth: my dick sliding in-and-out of her tight 
pre-pubescent little-girl pussy in smooth inch-long strokes.  

After a minute of very slow fucking, I turned my head to the left and half 
asked / half commented, “She’s done this before…”

“Of course,” Lucia immediately whispered back.  She took a quick breath before 
adding, “She wants to be a ‘loli-plus’, don’t you Cora?”

“Ya…” the naked young girl chirped as she continued slowly rocking 
back-and-forth: my dick continuing to slide in-and-out of her tight immature 
pussy.  

Not more than five seconds after Cora spoke that one word, I found myself 
gasping, “Oh man…”  Her tight pre-pubescent little-girl pussy was very quickly 
drawing me towards on orgasm.

“Think about anything other than what’s happening,” Lucia whispered into my 
ear.  I nodded that I understood what she was suggesting, then she added, 
“I’ll tell you when its time.”  I nodded again.

Immediately I did my best to think about un-sexy things: diarrhea, the smell 
of skunk spray and rotten eggs, vomiting…  Despite the smooth inch-long 
strokes of my dick being forced into and out of the warm wet tightness which 
was Cora’s immature little-girl hole; I managed to hold off my impending 
orgasm.  

It seemed like I’d been thinking those un-sexy thoughts for an hour before I 
heard Lucia whisper “now” into my ear.  Upon hearing that one word, I let 
loose: my butt-cheeks tightened in my pants, my hairy balls drew up, and then 
barely a millisecond later the first spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, creamy 
white, sperm-laden cum blasted out of the little hole at the tip of my dick.  
As that first spurt of cum shot out of my body, Cora slammed her small young 
body down: a full two inched of my dick being forced into her tight 
pre-pubescent little-girl pussy in an instant.  The second spurt of cum 
blasted out of the little hole at the tip of my dick: Cora stayed still as 
it shot into the deepest recesses of her immature little pussy.  Just as the 
third spurt began spraying out of my dick, I thought I hear Cora quietly 
saying “…please make me Plus almighty cum…please make me Plus almighty cum…”  
A fourth spurt followed, then a fifth, and a sixth: all the while Cora 
continued quietly repeating the words “…please make me Plus almighty cum…”

My orgasm died down after the eighth spurt; at which point my dick began to 
soften.  Despite the fact that my dick quickly went to about half hard, Cora 
remained ono my lap: the head of my dick still inside her tight pre-pubescent 
little-girl pussy.  

Cora remained perfectly still until the reverend said the words, “May the 
almighty cum have given our Lolis their Pluses.”  At which point she promptly 
hopped off my lap and into the isle.  Then she, along with the rest of the 
naked young girls, proceeded to walk up to the front of the worship space.  

Once at the front of the space the naked girls stood next to each other facing 
the reverend, “The Lolis shall prove that they have given the almighty cum the 
chance to give them their Pluses today.”  With that all twenty naked girls 
promptly bent over at the waist: displaying twenty completely bare butts and 
cum oozing pussies to the congregation.  

The reverend walked out from behind the pulpit.  He stepped behind the girl 
closest to the door, squatted down behind her, inspected her just fucked and 
cum oozing immature pussy before giving her a gentle slap on the butt and 
saying, “Go with the Almighty Cum.”  The girl stood and walked out of the 
worship space.  The reverend then moved to the next girl: inspected her just 
fucked and cum oozing immature pussy and gave her a gentle slap on the butt 
before saying, “Go with the Almighty Cum.”  Like the previous girl she stood 
and walked out of the worship space.  

The same exact events followed for each of the remaining girls until it was 
just the reverend at the front of the worship space.  After returning to the 
pulpit, he spoke again, “We must offer our prayers to the congregates who 
could not be with us today.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Lucia shift her weight off the chair 
to her legs.  Before I could wonder what she was doing, I heard the reverend 
say, “We owe many thanks to Lucia Dobson for visiting and seeing to the needs 
of the members of our community who have unfortunately been sick over the past 
week.”  

Once those words had been spoken, Lucia stood and stepped past me into the 
isle.  She gave a little bow as everyone in the room turned towards her; 
smiling and nodding.

A couple seconds later she was motioning for me to slide over.  I did as 
instructed: moving into the seat Lucia had been in.  Less than a second after 
I’d vacated the seat on the isle, she was sitting in it.

“You visit and take care of everybody who is sick?” I quietly asked.

“As the oldest female relative of the reverend it’s my responsibility,” she 
proudly replied.

“Wow…” I heard my own voice say.

“Do you want to join us for Bible study?”

I was about to say “no,” when I remembered the Loli Bible was little more 
than a hard-cover well captioned picture book containing black and white 
photographs of kiddie porn; “Love to,” I responded…hoping their idea of 
studying the book was the same as mine…







* Author’s Note.  The house referred to as 'the Dobson mansion' in this story 
is based on an actual house which was built in the early 1870’s.  The 
descriptions of various rooms are “real” as they are based on historical 
accounts and photographs.  Sadly ther is no point in mentioning its location 
because the actual house was consumed by fire in the early 1950’s and there 
is nothing left to see…