Planet Birth, Chapters 3 and 4

by Jeneee

Chapter Three

After Sandra had finished reading the first two chapters of Veyda's book she was curious about a lot of things concerning her new friend's planet. To her surprise she found herself becoming aroused by the open and public sexual relationships Veyda had described, particularly those between a mother and her young daughters. If it was so natural on their planet, why couldn't it be the same on Earth? she thought. She remembered as a young girl how good it felt to play with herself between her legs, but was told by her parents that it was not a nice thing for little girls to do, so she stopped.

The fact that eating in public on Veyda's planet was illegal and immoral seemed so ridiculous to Sandra that it almost made her burst out laughing. It seemed so insane that even at home it had to be done in private. But what really puzzled her was that males seemed to play a completely different role on that far away planet and Sandra resolved that next time she emailed Veyda she'd ask her to explain what that was all about.

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The story continues...

I fell contentedly asleep that night with the taste of the twins' tangy juices still fresh on my tongue. Jesslee and Gennette never did make it home after our little party but both managed to squeeze into bed, one with Wyndelle and the other with Sonaria. Sleep came quickly to all of them since they were exhausted from the long drive and their evening of fun. It didn't take me long to doze off either.

Next morning, as I slowly opened my eyes and stretched, I was surprised to find Wyndelle curled up beside me staring thoughtfully at me. "Why aren't you in your own bed, sweetie?" I asked her.

"Oh, I woke up in the middle of the night because Jesslee kept kicking me in my sleep. I finally gave up and came in here. Not that it helped much because you sure mumbled a lot," she laughed. "What were you dreaming about anyway?"

"Nothing that I can remember," I replied. "I must have fallen asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. And next thing I know – you're staring at me," I giggled, hugging my daughter and giving her a quick kiss on her lips. "But now I have to go to..."

"Yeah, I know," interrupted Wyndelle, putting her hand on my arm, a serious look coming over her pretty face. "Mommy, I..." she started, then paused.

"What is it sweetie?"

Wyndelle looked down, seeming embarrassed. "Well, I was wondering - both me and Sonaria were wondering..."

"What, dear?" I prompted again. "You can ask me anything, you know that."

"Okay, well, when I get, when we get hungry why does everyone shush us up? Why can't we just eat? It's just natural, isn't it? Why do we have to hide from each other? It's so stupid," she finally blurted out, flushing slightly in her obvious exasperation.

I sighed. I'd been expecting this little conversation for a while now and was surprised it had taken this long to surface.

"Yeah, Mommy. Why?" Neither of us had noticed Sonaria come into the room where she now stood, leaning up against the door frame, a hopeful look on her sweet face. "Tell us," she added, almost pleadingly, walking slowly over to sit on the side of my bed beside her sister.

"Have you two done it together?" I asked quietly, getting right to the point, looking from one to the other.

"What do you think?" replied Sonaria. "Didn't you, when you were young?" she asked, almost scornfully.

I was about to reply that what I did as a child was none of their business, but quickly bit my tongue, realising how hypocritical that would sound. The memory of me and my girlfriend in the schoolyard immediately flashed into my mind and instead of scolding Sonaria for being rude I found myself smiling and almost reluctantly gave in and confessed to them about my own little mischievous encounter. At the end of the tale, as both girls giggled, I again asked, "So, have you two done it together?"

Blushing slightly Wyndelle replied, "Well, yeah. A few times," as her sister smirked beside her.

"And...?" I wanted to know.

"It felt great, Mommy," Sonaria admitted. "She rubbed my tummy as I ate and drank and it felt so hot when I peed and pooped. It made it feel almost as good as when I orgasm from sex."

"Yeah. It was fucking delicious, Mom," added Wyndelle. "Like, you didn't know that," she snickered.

"You must never tell anyone, you understand? They could throw me in jail, and then what would you do?"

"Didn't you ever want to do it with us, Mommy?" Sonaria teased, a big smile spreading over her face.

"Yeah, Mom. You said you have to, you know, right now, so..."

"No!" I replied firmly. "No way."

"But Mommy, we can make you feel so good," pressed Sonaria, winking at her sister. "Come on, Mommy, please?"

I looked from one to the other and felt myself slowly weakening. "Well..."

"Yay!" Wyndelle exclaimed. "Let's go, Mom. You know you want to."

I sighed. "Well, maybe just this one time. But I'm not like you two. It takes me longer to finish. You get that way when you get older," I smiled. "You'll see. Are the twins still sleeping, by the way?" I added as an afterthought, not wanting them to have any idea as to what we were about to do.

"Yeah, like babies," Sonaria giggled, now so excited about finally going to do it with her mommy. Both she and Wyndelle had talked about it a few times, and now it was actually going to happen. Together we made our way to the feed room and squeezed in, quietly closing the door behind us.

"Here you are, Mom." said Wyndelle, grinning, handing a fresh container of her favourite food to me. "Sit down and enjoy," she smiled, watching me somewhat reluctantly open the package.

I sat and lifted the delicious meal up to my lips and tilted it so that the green mush could start slowly sliding down my throat into my stomach. At the same time both my daughters gently rubbed my tummy, watching my face closely. They were loving every minute of this intimate encounter, feeling so lovingly closer to their mom than they'd ever felt before, each of them thinking that I would now surely do the same with them, the anticipation of that showing in their quick glances back and forth to each other as they felt my tummy start to slightly bloat under their caressing hands.

As the food container emptied and I started to moan in ecstasy, they both kissed me on either cheek whispering, "We love you, Mommy. So much."

I was so overjoyed that I felt myself ready to expel much sooner than I'd expected and as both of my daughters murmured encouragement I let loose with a powerful stream of pee followed immediately by a generous pooping of my previous meal into the toilet bowl.

"Yeah, Mom, let it happen. It's so hot, oh thank you for sharing with us," Sonaria whispered as I threw my arms around both of them and hugged them closely, tears brimming in my eyes as their love uncontrollably began to overpower me. I felt so wonderful and began to realize we should have started to share such moments much earlier in our lives, and I found myself agreeing with Sonaria that it was so stupid to have resisted the urge that I knew had to have been there all the time.

As both girls had hoped, it was now their turn to feel the intimacy of not only each other, but also of their mother, as each took turns feeding and expelling together under the gentle caresses of their partners in this wonderfully new family togetherness. Leaving the feed room, we all realized we had crossed a barrier that had been inhibiting us and preventing us from fully enjoying the overpowering love we now felt for each other, and I knew things could never go back to the way they were before.

A sudden knock at the door brought a moment of panic until we realised it had to be the twins' mother looking for her daughters. Sure enough, when I opened the door, there stood Sharmeyna, with little Pixie's hand grasped tightly in her own, smiling broadly at us. "My terrible twins must have stayed the night with you, so I hope they weren't any bother," she said. "I didn't think they'd make it home. Carlelle and I were so tired we went straight to bed after we got here so I hoped you wouldn't mind them coming over," she added, stepping inside as I waved them through the door.

"They were no trouble at all, hon," I assured her. "Perfect angels. In fact they are probably still sleeping after the little party we had last night," I giggled.

"Horny as usual, I expect," Sharmeyna said, looking over at Wyndelle and Sonaria who were standing beside me, arms around each other. "Just like your two, I suppose," she added with a wink.

"Yeah," piped up Sonaria. "And they told us about Pixie's new toy, too," she smirked, looking down at Carlelle who replied by slipping a finger down to her pussy and wiggling it delightfully.

"Right," Sharmeyna replied, "We had to get something to keep her busy on the drive here. Poor little girl exhausted herself with that new gadget. Her little cunt is still a bit swollen from the workout she gave it. Anyway, I just wanted to remind the girls that we are going to church this morning, so they'd better get up and start to get ready. Do you lot want to come with us?"

Wyndelle and Sonaria exchanged glances, not seeming to be excited about the suggestion, but I surprised them, and myself, by exclaiming, "Yeah, what a great idea. Go and get the twins up girls and let's start to get ready. What time do we have to leave, Sharmeyna?"

She checked her watch. "Not for another hour, so that should give you lots of time. Oh there you are," she added as her daughters drifted sleepily into the room.

"Hi Mommy, hi Pixie," they said between yawns. "We thought it was you." Pixie ran over to them and Jesslee scooped her up into her arms and kissed the little girl. "Miss me?" she teased. "How's that pussy of yours this morning? Still tingling from yesterday?" She lifted her up over her head and examined the little girl closely. "Hmm, still a bit swollen, I see." And she planted a quick kiss on her baby sister's little treasure as Pixie giggled in delight.

"Okay you two. Don't get started again," scolded Sharmeyna. "Let's go now and start getting ready for church."

"Yes, Mommy," sighed Jesslee and Gennette, as Jesslee handed Pixie over to her mother, who, after a brief hug with me, left with her three daughters.

"Do we really have to go, Mom?" Wyndelle groaned. "It's so boring."

"We're going. Now go get ready," I commanded. "You might learn something." Little did I know at the time just how much we would learn.

"I think we learned a lot already today," Sonaria said, with a big smile. "Don't you?"

"Go!"

"Boring, boring," muttered both of them as they slowly left for their room.

"Must be my guilty conscience," I found myself musing, as I watched them leave. "Now why do I feel so guilty?"

Chapter Four

It was a bit of a squeeze, but all seven of us managed to pile into Sharmeyna's mini-van so we could all travel to church together. Pixie showed us her new toy and was about to demonstrate it at the urging of Sonaria, but Sharmeyna said no. "Maybe on the way home," her mother added as the girls groaned in unison. That brought a few resigned 'okays.'

"So, do you go to church a lot when you come up here?" I asked. "We've never heard you talk about it before."

"We've been a few times, but we don't make a habit of it. We went last weekend, when you guys were not here, at the suggestion of some other friends of ours, because there is a new pastor who has just taken over the congregation. She seemed quite different from the old one, a lot more liberal if you know what I mean, and she promised to deliver an exciting, controversial sermon this weekend. One that would really open our eyes, really make us think, was how she put it. Our friends told us she had a reputation of being 'on the edge,' whatever that's supposed to mean. I guess we'll find out soon enough. She even told us we didn't have to dress any differently from what we'd normally wear every day. So that's why my girls are in shorts and skimpy tops. Sorry, I forgot to tell you that Veyda; I see you are a little less casual, but I really like your pretty dresses, girls," she told Sonaria and Wyndelle, smiling at them through the rear view mirror. "Yours too," she added, looking over at me and then down to the large expanse of leg that remained uncovered due to the shortness of my dress.

"Thank you," I replied. "I hope we won't look out of place."

"Oh, I'm sure you won't, Veyda," she reassured me. "I'm guessing several of the congregation will still dress in their usual way in spite of what the pastor suggested. You know, force of habit," she chuckled.

And she was correct. As we pulled into the parking area we saw several people, young and old, walking into the church with clothing ranging from a colourful array of dresses to tops and shorts of all descriptions, some tightly clinging to curvy cheeks while others flopped loosely on their wearers. Our families moved slowly toward the older building that served as a church for the mainly summer community, Sonaria and Wyndelle lagging a bit behind in their reluctance to even be there, forcing me to turn around and hurry them up.

"Can we sit at the back, Mommy?" Wyndelle almost begged.

"No dear, we can't," I firmly replied and we proceeded up the centre aisle to eventually find accommodation for all of us in the third row, much to the girls' dismay. As the church started to fill, an organist appeared and began playing some quiet music that I'd never heard before, which had a calming effect as well as masking any conversation around us.

Before long we heard the church doors clang closed behind us signalling that it must be time for the service to begin. The organist stopped playing and took a seat at the side of her instrument. Almost immediately a young woman - I assumed she was the pastor - strode quickly to the lectern at the centre of the small stage and looked out at the congregation, a kindly smile on her face.

"Good morning ladies and girls," she began. "I'm so pleased to see so many of you out to church on this beautiful summer morning, especially since most of you are here on vacation." She paused a moment to look over the fifty or so who had attended on this, her second week of administering to her new congregation. "I see some of you followed my suggestion to dress casually today, but there are still a few of you in more formal attire, which is also okay; and I see there are a few new faces I don't recognize from last week." She nodded in our direction as she made this comment. We smiled back at her, Sonaria bravely waving her hand in recognition. "But welcome to you all. I hope you enjoy, or at least ponder seriously, today's sermon, although 'sermon' is not really a word I like to use because I don't look upon myself as someone who has the right to preach to others." There were a few murmurs among the congregation after that revelation.

"I'd rather you consider what you are about to hear today as a lesson in history, the history of our great nation, or in fact the history of our great world. As many of you are aware, written records of our past go back several thousands of years and are based upon oral accounts that were passed down from one generation to another for millennia before that. I'm not sure about you, but speaking for myself I know that what someone told me in a conversation even a few months ago can be a little difficult to recall verbatim." A few scattered chuckles greeted that remark, but she now appeared to have gained the rapt attention of her audience. Even my girls had stopped their whispering back and forth and were sitting up straight, eyes firmly planted on the pastor, who, I might add, was quite beautiful, dressed in a bright, multicoloured robe, tied loosely at her waist with a golden sash.

"I know many of you are not familiar with my background yet, so just to fill you in, besides being a pastor I am a student of the history of religion as is my close friend in the front row to whom I'd now like to introduce you. Please stand, Dr. Peringer." A rather attractive lady sitting two rows in front of us stood and turned toward the congregation, smiling somewhat shyly I thought, before quickly resuming her seat. "In addition to being a specialist in religious studies," the pastor continued after thanking her guest for coming, "Dr. Peringer is also a student of ancient languages and has spent several years studying many of the old texts upon which our current religious doctrine is based. She has presented her findings to several scholars, garnering mixed reviews, and has unfortunately been cautioned by some of our esteemed politicians and law makers to be very careful not to 'spread malicious rumours that could endanger the stability of our civilization,' was how it was put to her.

"However, I don't agree - and neither does she - that such knowledge should be withheld from the general public when it can have such a positive effect on our daily lives. Some of you may be shocked by what you are about to hear today; some may even become quite angry. Please feel free to leave if you are so inclined, but I ask you to do so quietly, showing due respect for those who wish to stay. In fact, those of you with young children may wish to leave now or at least remove them from the hall. We have an adult downstairs prepared to look after them during the lesson if you feel it preferable."

My girls looked at each other and then at me, quickly shaking their heads. They wanted to stay, as did the twins who now had big smiles on their faces. Quite a change from 'boring' I thought to myself.

Nobody else moved either. The pastor smiled her thanks, grasped the sides of the lectern and quickly glanced at her notes. "What Dr. Peringer has discovered," she began slowly, "is that many thousands of years ago men, yes, men ruled our world." This brought a series of gasps from the congregation and the pastor paused until silence once again prevailed. "I know it sounds unbelievable," she continued, "but I wanted to hit you all right away with that truth before proceeding with what else she has unveiled in her research. Today, as most of you know – except for some of you youngsters," she added, looking directly at our five girls who stood out as a group in the third row, "their main function is their role in the reproduction of our species." Sonaria and Wyndelle both giggled knowingly, whispering what I could only guess into each others' ears.

"I see some of you may be well informed already," the pastor remarked, a slight smile on her face. "That's helpful to know. Well apparently, millennia ago males controlled everything that happened on our beautiful planet, and that included controlling us women." That brought even more gasps of amazement from the congregation. "That control," continued the pastor in a louder voice, not waiting this time for everyone to settle down, "even included abusing us, sometimes quite violently." A deathly hush now prevailed, accompanied by looks of astonishment from many who were having a difficult time accepting what they were hearing. Still, nobody gave any sign of wanting to leave.

"Not only that," she continued, "they even abused each other, groups of them rising up against neighbouring tribes, causing wars and all sorts of other unbelievable atrocities." I could see the pastor had let a trace of anger creep into her voice, and she deliberately paused for a moment to regain her composure before proceeding. The picture she was painting was difficult for me to reconcile with the docile image I had of the males in our world.

"The effect on our planet, our environment, was disastrous," she continued in a more subdued tone. "But over the years there was a slow but sure strengthening of the determination of our sex to regain some sanity in their lives, and an undercurrent of rebellion began to develop. Without going into the details of the hundreds of years it took, as you can see from our present civilization we were successful in our efforts." A few cheers erupted, but were quickly silenced by the pastor's raised hands.

"War is nothing to cheer about," she told us, "but we had no choice if our civilization was to survive. However, we were not completely blameless in this transition either," she said, somewhat sadly. "Over the ensuing centuries our politicians have slowly perverted and twisted our beliefs, again for most part due to their own ignorance or misinterpretation of historical texts accompanied by their desire to implement laws to control our own behaviour in society. And I'm afraid to say, that in spite of how shocking what you have already heard may be, what you are about to hear now will probably be even more distressing. Once again I offer you the opportunity to escort the younger members of your family downstairs before I continue."

She paused. Again, nobody moved.

Taking a deep breath, the pastor nodded and continued. "Dr. Peringer has also discovered that one of the common practices of males when they dominated our society was to demand that females, and even young girls, suck their penises..." - a collective screech erupted from several members of the congregation, including my daughters, who undoubtedly still retained the vision of the male at the sex stop squirting his cum as I rubbed his hard cock yesterday - "...until they ejected their sperm into the females' mouths; they were not permitted to spit it out," she finished, again accompanied by gasps from the audience, Sonaria and Wyndelle exchanging looks of amazement as they tried to envision what it must have been like to have that gooey white stuff not only shoot into their mouth but to have to swallow it as well.

"That practice was known as 'eating.'" Now a really shocking silence descended on the congregation. The pastor had spoken the forbidden word - at least, it was forbidden to say in public.

The silence was soon broken, however, by a couple of tiny smirks coming from my two little devils, joined quickly by the twins, immediately attracting the attention of the pastor who smiled, saying, "I see some of our younger ones are not so offended by my use of that word. And neither should the rest of you be," she added, raising her eyes to the congregation. "It seems that once we women triumphed in our battles with men the practice of 'eating,' or fellatio – to use its more formal term – was banned by our leaders. Once again I have to remind you that these historical events were passed down through the centuries as oral traditions." A few chuckles spread through the congregation at the use of this term by the pastor, who immediately realized her unintentional pun and joined in on the laughter.

"Sorry," she smiled, as things settled down once more. "As a result, Dr. Peringer claims from her translations - and I'm inclined to agree with her - that the derogatory term 'eating' gradually began to be applied to every form of eating, and by the time history started to be recorded in writing, eating in public had been strictly forbidden. In parallel with that, due to the considerable reduction in the number of men in society, and their eventual control by us women, sexual activity among females naturally became the norm and included those of all ages, even the very young, who were allowed to develop and express their natural sexuality in the way that is commonly accepted today. And rightly so.

"Unfortunately, in conjunction with that, all kinds of guilt feelings slowly developed about being hungry and the process of satisfying that natural urge. Gradually our biology evolved to the extent that even eating by oneself, which became the law, was problematic, and as a result – and I know you are all familiar with this, although perhaps not the reason for it – it was the guilt we felt which caused our tummies to swell as we eat along with their need to be rubbed to aid in both digesting our food and in the eventual elimination of our bodily wastes."

Hearing this in public, spoken by a pastor, was such a shocking experience for me. Strangely, I had to admit it was even arousing; and I assumed it was the same for many others in attendance. I know it was for my daughters whose hands I could see now rested between their spreading legs, fingers slowly rubbing their pussies through their panties. Looking over at the twins I saw their hands had also slipped down under the waistbands of their shorts as they, too, began to masturbate.

"I think this might be a good time for a short break while you discuss among yourselves what you have heard. I'll be prepared to try to answer any of your questions when we resume in - shall we say - twenty minutes? And by all means feel free to play," she added with a smile.

(To be continued...)