5 comments/ 68760 views/ 22 favorites Bible Erotica 01 By: Church_Lady59 Bible Erotica 01 Lot and his Daughters Based on Genesis 19:30-38 [The Bible contains a number of erotic tales. This is a mere extrapolation of one of them.If it is received well, I will write more!] "Tell me everything about last night, sister," whispered Zitsah breathlessly, as she stroked Meshi's long raven hair. "All in good time, Zitsah," Meshi answered, running her hands absently over her younger sister's bare, smooth shoulders. Both sisters were naked in their family cave dwelling, reclining on soft animal skins on their crude rock floor. Since their late teens, they had enjoyed pleasuring each others' supple bodies while their father Lot was in the fields. Meshi pushed her sister's shoulders, forcing her back against the furry floor covering, while her mouth suckled Zitzah's breast. Her teeth lightly closed upon the hardening nipple, causing her sister to suck in a quick breath communicating equal parts pain and pleasure. Lot believed his daughters were virgins. Nothing could be further from the truth. Meshi and Zitsah had spent their formative years in the fleshpots of Sodom. While Lot was offended by the feral sexual practices of the city, his daughters grew up seeing the lusts and passions of the Sodomites as immensely to be desired. Not only did they experience heterosexual intercourse, they sampled the entire range of erotic offerings of Sodom. And there were so many. Meshi continued to plant swift tender kisses as she moved down Zitzah's abdomen, She paused to flick her tongue in her sister's naval, eliciting a soft moan from Zitzah. "Oh, Mesh! Tell me about last night!" The pleasures of the softer side of sex was a favorite. Their late mother, also unbeknownst to Lot, had willfully participated in the erotic delights of their new hometown. She had cuckolded her clueless husband on countless occasions. And it was she who nurtured both of her daughters in the tender art of the tongue to the womb. Many were the days when the three of them spent hours in a twisted tangle of flesh, experiencing and giving one orgasm after another. Sex was found in every form and at every hour in the city of sin. Meshi and Zitzah wantonly frolicked in mass orgies with their young peers. Mouths and genitals indiscriminately coupled with one another—men and women, women and women, men and men. And the act which was labeled for the town—sodomy—was enjoyed by men and women alike. The sisters learned to render the fat of their father's flocks and mix it with fragrant oils to create a sexual lubricant that allowed anal penetration that was deep and pleasurable. Meshi and Zitzah also learned to polish thick, round sticks to service themselves and one another on those rare occasions when an erect penis was not available. And until last night, erect penises were difficult to find. Or at least not easily accessed. Since the firestorm swallowed Sodom and reduced the entire population, including their mother, to dust, Meshi and Zitzah lived in hiding with their father in a cave that passed as their new residence, Their mother, Zayish, had been with them as they fled the conflagration. But she paused to look back longingly at the site of her sexual halcyon days. In that moment, she was engulfed in the inferno. All that was left of her was a pillar of the ashes of her oxidized body, indistinguishable from the other salt formations that dotted the desert landscape. Ironically, Zayish's yen for Sodom made her a permanent part of it. Meshi squeezed the top of the swollen labia of Zitzah, causing her large clitoris to poke out from its fleshy sheath. "Let me tell you, little sister, every thing you want to know." She crooked her middle finger of her free hand slightly, reaching into her sister's slippery flower, looking for her most sensitive treasure. Zitzah began to purposefully, rhythmically, tighten and release her pubic muscles, causing her sister's pinching fingers to caress the length of her tiny member. "Yes, Meesh, everything!" A week before their plan had taken shape. Although their wooden toys and each others' soft lips and talented tongues were satisfying, they both missed the heterosexual pleasures they used to enjoy frequently. They plotted to share the only male member within miles—that of their strict and prudish father, Lot.. Lot, though three decades older than the sisters, was a strong, handsome, rugged man. But the depression following the loss of his wife was as black as the ebony curls with which Meshi now fondled. Lot's wife, though perennially unfaithful, coupled with him even more regularly than with any of her paramours. Now the wine he drank with his evening meal flowed freely even after the last morsel was eaten. Meshi and Zitzah believed that the alcoholic stupor and his unfulfilled needs would break down the moral defenses of their priggish father. "Yes, dear sister," Meshi, cooed while sliding two more fingers effortlessly into Zitzah. "After Abba had emptied his first skin of wine, I did as we planned. 'Abba,' I said,' you look exhausted. Why don't you retire to your bed, and I will bring your wine.'" "Ahhh," sighed Zitzha, rocking her hips in rhythm with Meshi's thrusting digits. "And then . . .?" "I removed my garments and perfumed myself. I entered Abba's chamber as naked as I was born, holding his skin of wine in front of my nether lips. 'Abba,' I asked. 'Do you still thirst?'" "Oh, Meesh!" Zitzah was breathless and was feeling her heart beat madly. "Abba, looked at me through the fog of the wine. He had removed his outer garment, and I immediately saw stirring in his loins. Since he was reclining, I straddled his body placing the ripe persimmon of my womanhood directly before his face and dropped the wineskin. 'Drink my chalice of spiced wine, Abba," and pulled his mouth into my feminine sanctuary and lowered my body on his countenance." Meshi removed her fingers from Zitzah's womb and slid her middle finger into her sister's small, tight orifice. "Uhh," the younger sister reacted upon the sudden invasion. "Go on, sister. Tell me . . .ah , , ," "He was stunned at first, but quickly began to devour me with lust. I reached back and under his inner garment, freeing his straining member," Meshi reached for her favorite wooden toy and sensuously licked the length of it. "I rode is face gently while my hands tightly gripped and stroked his member." Her sister could barely speak because of Meshi's ministrations and the picture of her father lapping her sister while being stroked off by her. "Was . . . it . . . big. . .?" "About the same as this," answered her sister as she slid to straddle her sister's face and shove the phallus deeply into Zitzah's hungry womanhood. " I turned and mounted him quickly, shoving his entire length in this deep!" "Ahhh . . . take me Meesha!" Zitzah's voice was muffled in her sister's musky mound. "I will, dear sister." Meshi's strokes were deliberate and rapid as Zitzah rose and fell to meet her stroke for stroke. "And guess what Abba called out as I rode him?" "Wha . . .," mumble Zitzah, nearly dumb with passion. "Abba shouted, 'Zayish, I want you, Zayish!'" Hearing that her father called her late mother's name while plundering Meshi's treasure, drove Zitzah over the edge. Quivering with the spasms of passion, "He thought you were mother! Oh Meshi, how wonderfully depraved!" Meshi's juices flowed freely into Zitzah's gaping mouth, She dropped her fuck tool, locked her thighs around her sister's face, and pulled her pungent flower to her. The wanton sisters rolled over and over, enjoying one orgasmic wave after another. After riding the wave of their passions for what seemed like an eternity, they parted, completely spent. "Rest up, sister," winked Meshi. "Tonight is your turn to play momma." Bible Erotica 02 2: Jael's Vengeance Since my first story in this series was well received (found in the "Taboo" section), I continued with this darker tale from Judges 4. Your comments have been encouraging. Thank you. ----- THUD! The heavy hammer met the sharpened peg and drove it deep into the hard soil. "BASTARDS!" screamed Jael internally with the swing of the mallet. Though the tent pegs took the force of her blows, the real objects of her wrath were flesh and blood. THUD! "BASTARDS!" Another peg was driven deeply into the ground. The young Jewess was strong and wiry, yet nonetheless strikingly beautiful. Her green eyes glistened like oases in the smooth desert brown of her flawless facial features. Her curves were full and inviting and she was crowned with a cascade of ebony locks that fell to the base of her taut, rounded buttocks. In fact, her sensuous appearance was a co-conspirator with the objects of her rage. Jael lived in violent times. Her country had been occupied by a bellicose nation for two decades. Jabin, King of Hazor, was a ruthless Canaanite who counted human life to be cheap and wholly expendable. Hazor's bloody rule was enforced by his powerful war machine presided over by his general, Sisera. The general commanded nine hundred iron chariots driven by sleek, strong Hittite horses. The infernal machines kept Israel under Jabin's unyielding thumb for years. Under oppressive rule, one had two choices: suffer or cooperate. While many Israelites stood strong, Jael's sycophantic husband, Eber, chose the latter route. Eber sold his services as a wainwright to service Sisera's chariots. The feckless coward also made Jael part of his bargain, giving her to service Sisera's horsemen. THUD! "BASTARDS!" Another spike was planted. Jael's mind raced back to the events of the night before—events repeated week after week. While Eber repaired Canaanite chariots, four soldiers entered their tent. Jael knew why they were there. She involuntarily led them to the bed chamber and disrobed. While she did so, the Canaanites wasted no time in doing the same. Her flowing tresses could not hide the bounty of her flesh. Firm, plumb breasts crowned with almond- brown nipples stood proudly like the majestic mountains in the distance. Her feminine triangle, framed with thick raven curls sloped slightly below her firm abdomen. Jael made no effort to cover herself. She knew that would only make her tormentors more brutal. The obvious leader of the quartet approached and roughly pushed her backward onto the pile of scented cushions on the floor. He straddled her face and lowered himself on her. Jael's stomach churned as she inhaled the putrid odor of his flesh, the stench of sweat and horses. Her mouth opened to accept the unwanted gift of his scrotum, hairy and nearly twitching with anticipation. He pulled on his own shaft as he forced her to suckle his balls. A second attacker grasped her knees with his calloused, strong hands, and lifted them upward. Kicking a pillow under her ass, he roughly parted her legs. Without the courtesy of the slightest foreplay, he shoved his massive member between her curls, entering her to the hilt. Jael gasped in pain, only allowing the balls of her first attacker more deeply into her mouth. The remaining two horsemen knelt to either side of her prone body. Knowing that to delay meant pain, Jael grasped the two erect cocks in either hand and began stroking them. All four men laughed and taunted their unwilling whore, pimped to them by her traitorous spouse. Jael soon felt like the hub of some sort of hellish fucking machine. The rhythms of the bobbing ball sack, the fleshy spear penetrating her pussy, and the two hard rods in her hands melted into one surreal concert of depravity, punctuated only by grunts, chortles, and profanity from the Canaanites. "Your bitch is the finest Jewish ass I have ever had, Eber," sneered one of the men. Jael caught a glimpse of Eber eagerly watching the sex circus. He, as was often the case in these sessions, standing in the entryway of the tent, masturbating gleefully. At the signal of the horseman mounting her mouth, all five men stood over Jael's prone body, bringing themselves to a climax. Soon streams of warm semen covered the defiled wife of Eber, making her degradation complete. After surveying the cum-drenched body of their conquest, all five men exited the tent with cruel, derisive laughter. THUD! BASTARDS! Another peg felt Jael's impotent fury. During the orgy of the preceding night, tent pegs were pulled from the ground as one or two of the horsemen grasped the canvas walls to fully express their orgasms. To and insult to injury, Jael was charged with reanchoring that tent today as Eber had joined Sisera's chariots. The chariots had been readied the night before for a looming battle. Sisera had heard that Israeli insurgents had gathered and an attack was immanent. No doubt his horsemen would make short work of the pitiful resistance. He mounted the trailing chariot early that morning, confident of a quick slaughter of his enemies. But as Jael repaired her canvas home, a surprising story was unfolding. The army of her countrymen was being led with the inspired strategy of Deborah and Barak, and unlikely pair of warriors. Before the sun had reached its apex, the Jews had lured all nine hundred chariots in to a Kishon River valley. Unused to this terrain, horses bolted, throwing charioteers on to the ground where they were speared to death by the insurgents concealed there. Horrified by the carnage, Sisera fled on foot. The nearest sanctuary was, ironically, the tent of Eber and Jael. Still repairing the tent, Jael looked up to see a haggard, bloodstained Sisera approaching. At first she feared the worst. But upon hearing the generals pleas for shelter, she knew that the time for vengeance was at hand. "Come in, my lord," cooed with a guile that did not betray her duplicity. "Remove your stained clothing and cover yourself in my bedchamber." The general, though cold and harsh as mountain snow, was more refined in all ways compared to his barbarian hordes. Many was the time Sisera had been led into that chamber by Eber, sealing his favor with his wife's charms. Of all of the episodes of forced sex, Jael almost enjoyed her trysts with Sisera. But she would make this time even more memorable. Jael entered the bedchamber and let her garments drop to the ground, exposing her oft-abused but ever- appealing body to Sisera. This time, however, Jael noticed that her nipples were erect and passion stirred between her thighs. And although the general was exhausted in battle, his insatiable sexual appetite was not noticeably lessened. Pulling back the bed covers, Jael knelt before Sisera's already erect member. "Perhaps I can take my lord's mind off of the rigors of battle," she whispered, with a spark of fire in her emerald eyes. With tender yet powerful hands, she roughly pulled and stroked the massive member, treating Sisera to a heady mix of pain and pleasure. He grunted, and the Jewess licked the length of his shaft, cradling his testicles in the palm of her hand. She took him into her mouth, her head bobbing with a gentle, deliberate rhythm. As she swallowed more of his cock, her hand tightened on the twitching ball sack, releasing it as her lips receded on his rod. Jael's ministrations were calculated to bring the horny general as near to the peak of ecstasy as possible, and then to bring him back with the threat of pain. Sisera writhed under Jael's sadistic fellatio. Although he had forced her to her knees before him on many prior occasions, he was pleasantly surprised to find her giving him head with an unprecedented enthusiasm. He neared orgasm and suddenly felt the pain of Jael biting his uncircumcised foreskin. She quickly released his excess flesh and brought on an even greater sensual high as the wife of Eber licked his scrotum and traced the rim of his asshole with her finger. While servicing the general, Jael found herself incredibly aroused, she slid two of her own fingers into her slippery snatch and when they were sufficiently lubricated, frantically rubbed her swollen clit. Wanting to fully deplete Sisera's energy before allowing him to climax, she realized that she could no longer hold back his orgasm and continue her oral onslaught. She withdrew her lips and grabbed his cock, massaging it roughly as she would a lump of leavened dough. Sisera winced and bucked under her grip. With her Canaanite lover still prone, Jael stood, then allowed the full force of her weight to fall on his erection, forcing him all the way into her and driving his balls against the floor. Responding to the rough play in kind, Sisera reached up and pawed Jael's bouncing breasts, pinching her nipples with a vice-like grip. Unfazed, Jael began riding the general matching the strokes of her hips to his upward thrusts. Her ebony tresses flowed over both of them as the ride continued. Within minutes, the tent was filled with the heady aroma of sweat and sex. The cries of passion grew louder and the mutual pumping and grinding more frenzied. Jael felt a wave of passion flow through her body, just as Sisera released an explosive load into her dripping vagina. She collapsed on the warrior, as they conquered one another with their complementary weapons of wantonness. Still panting but fully spent, Sisera spoke, "I thirst. Bring me water." "You need to renew your strength for battle, my lord," came the response. "I have a skin of milk for you to drink. It will prepare you for what is to come." Sisera drank from the skin of milk greedily. The warm liquid soothed him, and he felt the pains of battle and the pleasures of passion begin to draw him into the soft embrace of sleep. "Stand by the door," he ordered. "If anyone comes looking for me, send them away." Sisera barely articulated his orders before he drifted into a dreamless sleep, Jael stood and quickly dressed. In moments she heard the gentle, contented snores of a man who had been thoroughly sexually sated. She admired her handiwork for a moment before grabbing her mallet and a tent peg to complete her work. THUD! BASTARD! An hour later, one of Jael's countrymen came to her tent. He was dressed for battle, and his spear had already been painted scarlet with the blood of their oppressors. Jael recognized the soldier as Barak son of Abinoam. "The man whom you seek is here," Jael greeted him. The wife of Eber led Barak inside her bed chamber. Aghast he saw the scourge of Israel lying in a pool of his own blood with a tent peg driven through his temple and into the ground below. Bible Erotica 03 [My last offering was a little too horrific for some, but I only embellish the tales. I do not make them up! (See the story of Jael in the Non-consensual Sex section if you dare.) With this one, I hope to please some who found offense in the latter tale. The Bible tells the story of the world's first MILF!] Potiphar only cared about the food that went in his mouth. That was obvious to anyone who looked upon this rotund, Egyptian troll. But it was even more obvious to his wife, Zuleika. She was not only aware of his voracious appetite for food. She was all too cognizant of his total lack of appetite anything else—including her. That was not always the case. Three decades ago Zuleika was a priestess in the temple of Hathor, the Egyptian goddess of fertility. Barely out of her teens, Zulieka was a favorite of many who sought the goddess to bless their fields, herds, and families. After offering tribute money, a supplicant would disrobe and enter the priestess' chambers to perform a ritual of his choosing. Potiphar worshiped with Zulieka regularly. Zulieka, naked save for the ceremonial horned headdress of the cow-goddess she served, would take all fours for Potiphar. A powerfully built man in those days, Potiphar enjoyed mounting the priestess from the rear. The thought of his stiff member thrusting between her swollen, slippery labia and her full breasts swaying in matching rhythm still aroused Zulieka. She felt her own hand reach up and pinch a nipple or wander down to madly stroke her clitoris as the pious Hathor worshiper pumped purposefully into her. She proudly held her horned head high, acting the part of a bovine beauty being ravaged by her brawny bull. And what a gifted bull he was in those days! Not only was he well-endowed and strong, he had a stamina unmatched by any other petitioner who frequented the temple. Just as Potiphar felt her body tense with the coming spasm of her climax, he would withdraw and drive his fleshy spear deep into her anus, continuing to fuck her as he reached to pinch both hardened nipples roughly. This would almost always drive Zulieka over the edge She arched her back, feeling waves of passion course through her young, oft-used body. As her climax ebbed, Potiphar was usually reaching his. At the last moment he would pull out of her tight hole and kneel before her as she took his member directly from her ass into her mouth. Zulieka savored every drop of the hot fluid mixed with the tang and musk from both of her spent orifices. She would milk every drop from him, sucking him strongly and licking his shaft from tip to base, nibbling gently on his balls. Hathor worship turned into infatuation for Potiphar, who after months of paying tribute to the cow-goddess, took the temple prostitute as his wife. People talked, to be sure. But they spoke only in the softest whispers. Potiphar even then was well-connected with the Pharaoh and was a wealthy man in his own right. Zulieka was commonly known as the "noble whore," but no one dared utter that name where they might be overheard. Pharaoh's dungeon was filled with those guilty of far milder slander. Zulieka, snapped from her reverie, realizing that her hand and drifted between her thighs. She had been absently stroking herself off as she recalled those lusty sessions with a man who was now a functional eunuch. His genitals were in tact, but did not function of Potiphar's own volition. At sixty years of age, he had lost all desire for carnal pleasure. Instead his once hard body grew soft, bloated, and impotent. The exact opposite was true of his fifty-year-year old wife. Her once firm breasts now sagged ever so slightly, and her tummy was no longer taut. But the conflagration of concupiscence burned even hotter than when she was a favorite of Hathor's faithful. As a member of the Dynasty's ruling class, she had outlets for her feral desires. Her handmaids and houseboys, captives from Egypt's conquests, serviced her more than domestically. A sampling of the fairest young women and men from every land and language were hers as she commanded. While any of her servants were hers to command as she would, the same was not true of the servants purchased for her husband alone. And, as fate would have it, it was one of those servants for whom her aged loins longed. Joseph, a Hebrew captive, was a perfectly chiseled man decades her junior. Potiphar had taken to this young man, placing him in charge of the household. Joseph was given complete access to anything in their abode, with one exception. Zulieka was specifically proclaimed to be off-limits. This did not stop Zulieka's longings. The very sight of Joseph's bronzed and beefy form would bring moisture to her nether lips and a flush of heat to her cheeks. Daily she flirted with, brushed suggestively against, and overtly propositioned the Hebrew. And each time he remained loyal to his master and politely, but firmly resisted. On this day, after again being rebuffed by Joseph, Zulieka's lust demanded release. She reclined on her ivory couch and called Niko, a slight young Asian servant who often was called upon to slake her mistress' varied and sometimes twisted sexual appetites. Niko was always an enthusiastic partner whether she was called upon to perform or receive cunnilingus, stimulate her mistress' pussy with fingers or other available objects, or even be whipped with leather straps wielded by the kinky noblewoman. Today Niko was bidden and told to bare her slight, young body before the lusty Egyptian. Zulieka commanded Niko to sit at her feet and suckle each of her toes. As the Asian maid's mouth pleasured her lower digits, Zulieka, reclined naked on her ivory bed. Nicko's talented tongue darted between mistresses' toes, and her hands worked on her feet. Grasping a heel in one hand, the slave massaged roughly and with her other hand she lightly raked her long nails the length of the arch. Zulieka murmured approval, but her mind was elsewhere. Desire for Joseph was morphing into rage. How dare he refuse her advances! Who did he think he was! He would pay! Niko's mouth continued to feast on Zulieka's toes, but her hands began rubbing and kneading the shapely calves of the erstwhile temple prostitute. As Niko's hands moved up the stems toward the bowl of the Egyptian's sex goblet, her lips followed. Zulieka's hand moved to her swollen lower lips. She tenderly teased her mound above her furry triangle. The pleasure from Niko's ministrations and the ire at the Hebrew prig melded into a single flame in which carnal and murderous lust were inseparable. She slid three fingers easily into her dripping quim while contemplating the revenge she would have for the one who scorned her. He would pay. She would grab his cloak as he fled from her attempts to seduce him. He would pay dearly. Niko, had mounted her mistress, straddling Zulieka's mouth with her tender pink treasure. Zulieka grasped her maids ass cheeks and pulled the fragrant twat to her, lapping greedily. When Zulieka's hands moved from her own sanctuary, Niko's took their place, parting the lips and lowering her mouth to consume her mistress. He would pay. Rage and wantonness reached feverish heights. She devoured Niko and was being devoured in turn. She would cry rape, loud enough to be heard by her servants. They would join her has she told a sordid lie that would lead Joseph to like in a dank cell. Her body tensed as rivers of pleasure rippled through her. Niko's juices flooded her face, and with spite really aimed at Joseph she let a stream of urine spray into the mouth of her maid who responded in rapture. The two collapsed upon one another, thoroughly sated. But a plan had been devised that would bring Potiphar's wife even more sadistic satisfaction. Bible Erotica 04 "And it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them, That the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose. . . . " There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown." ************* The antediluvian world was a place of wonder. The power that had only recently brought everything into being still hung to every molecule like morning dew. Words in this world are inadequate to explain that place. Myth and fable told yet today are but poor descriptions of that which truly existed. Over the millennia, the biological diversity present at Creation has been bred out of existence. The genes for characteristics like wings on horses, hooves on eagles, the ability of giant lizards to breathe fire, among so many others have simply not been passed down to the present. Those creatures are now only denizens of legends, but in that day they walked and flew and crept and lurked. Those same creatures, as well as those we still would recognize today (though they are no longer nearly as vibrant), were docile and coexisted with human beings. Even creatures we know as carnivorous now were herbivores then. The lush landscape provided a bountiful diet to every living creature. The need to hunt and kill another creature for food was unthinkable. And that brings us to human beings. Using the same term for them as we use for ourselves would probably have insulted the antediluvian race. As with animals, the gene pool of our day is pitiful and diluted compared to then. Racial distinctions would happen later, after the Great Confusion that separated humankind geographically and led to a limited assortment of physical traits unique to distinct corners of the globe. Antediluvians, on the other hand, had skin tones ranging from an alabaster with an almost metallic sheen to an ebony that was deeper than polished obsidian. Hair colors ranged from shimmering gold to flaming scarlet to a blue-black ebony. But there were also shades of shocking violet, vibrant pink, and verdant greens. And members of this race had an almost eternal youth. A woman of five centuries would appear to be barely in her second decade in our world. The men had a rugged virility combined with a boyish energy that remained with them for nearly one thousand years. The eternal youth accompanied an insatiable libido. Members of that race would couple endlessly, tirelessly, and nearly indiscriminately. Only one trait that we assign to mythical lands and times was absent in this world. That attribute is innocence. Though eternally young, members of this race were thoroughly jaded. They possessed a hardness that would be quite frightening were we to meet such a man or woman today. And for good reason. This was a race totally without a moral compass. The center of the universe for each being was himself or herself. Only the incredible abundance of a nascent world (which was being depleted day by day) kept this incredibly selfish people safe from one another. But that could not be sustained. In this fresh, new universe, one final curiosity existed. The doorway between the world of the sons of God and the sons of men was ajar. While the majority of the sons of God did have a transcendent morality that kept them from praying upon a weaker race, some did not. These renegades would cross the metaphysical border and take what they desired. And what they desired the most was the feminine pulchritude found there in abundance. The typical idea of the spiritual world as being less substantial than the material world is a delusion we have taught ourselves to believe. But it is untrue. The spiritual world is not sub-real, but supra-real. It is infinitely more substantial than our world. Mere exhalation of a spiritual being, if unchecked, would have the force of a dozen hurricanes in our world. A single droplet of perspiration from a son of God would cause terrestrial rivers to flood. If spiritual beings were to interact with mortals, they would have to restrain their strengths much the same way we must if we are to handle a soap bubble. And some did choose to enter this world. And even with restraint those interactions were both majestic and terrible. ........................................................... Gaia woke from deep slumber. Her unclothed body was still intertwined with the naked forms of three other women and two men. Even by antediluvian standards, Gaia was an insatiable bawd, craving sexual pleasure in all of its diverse forms. That night was a bacchanal of epic proportions. The ample members of her male partners plundered her vaginally, anally, and orally, treating her to orgasms that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. She imagined she still felt ripples of those sexual aftershocks. Her female lovers kissed and fondled her with a tenderness distinctly feminine. They licked, nibbled, and massaged with results only another woman could bring. Gaia still tasted the musky juices that dripped liberally from her partners voracious quims. She licked her lips lasciviously, tasting the remnants of love honey she craved. But something was strange as she awoke. First the room was as cold as a mountain spring, even though the night was balmy. The icy fingers of the dark room raised bumps on her flawless flesh and hardened the nut-brown nipples of her generous breasts. As she surveyed the tangle of consorts splayed across the silk cushions at her feet, the eerie chill deepened. Somehow Gaia sensed that theirs was no ordinary sleep. Not a muscle stirred, and every breath was shallow, nearly silent. She took her bare foot and sensuously traced the line of Ammah's open inner thigh. Her lusty cohort did not move, moan, or even emit the slightest sigh of sleepy sensuality. Strange indeed. She started as a form appeared across the room. She recognized the face of her great-grandfather Horth. Horth had died years ago at the age of 891 years. But he stood before her in his prime, as naked as she was. Gaia looked at the undraped form walking slowly, silently toward her. As she had with nearly every male in her large family, Gaia had a sexual history with her great-grandfather. She recalled the way Horst had initiated her sexually centuries earlier. Her mind wandered for a moment as she remembered learning the art of felatio and experiencing intense orgasms under his tutelage. She again tasted his salty spew and felt his fingers rubbing her clitoris to climax as he took her from behind. The memories aroused her, even though moments before she felt thoroughly sexually sated. She eyed the figure walking toward her. Every inch of his body was familiar. The muscled forearms and chest. The lush forest of wavy amber hair atop his rough-hewn facial features. Gaia slowly inventoried every sensual inch of her sexual mentor. And every inch was familiar. That is, almost every inch. Horst was well-endowed to be sure. But the flaccid member of the man who moved stealthily toward her was impossibly large, hanging limply two thirds of the way to his knees. Gaia imagined that erect, the prick would be every bit the size of her own forearm. The thought frightened her, yet her arousal grew even more intense and urgent. As the pseudo-Horst neared, Gaia saw other differences. The face, though human in appearance, had an eerie, lifeless feeling to it. The eyes were unanimated and burned in their sockets like glowing embers. Gaia had heard of such beings. She thought the stories of sons of God taking human form and seeking daughters of men to ravish were erotic fiction. Female lovers has whispered tales of the image of a long-dead relative entering their bedchambers in a frosty mist, leaving others in the house in a deep trance. They related stories of sexual organs equine in proportion but with the ability to writhe, prod, and even bite as if they were living serpents. Gaia shuddered, unable to separate terror from lust. Involuntarily she found herself on her knees holding the massive, limp organ. She licked the length of it, feeling it stir with her ministrations. Suckling the bloated scrotum, Gaia watched as the horse-like arm of flesh grew erect. The demonic rapist grasped Gaia under her arms and lifted her off of the ground with astounding ease. Her legs parted, pulled by her ankles by invisible icy fingers. She looked below, seeing the incubus' penis poised at her nether lips. Quivering in unbelievable terror, she still felt herself literally dripping from below. Slowly, the wraith lowered her on to him. As the enormous purple head pushed into her, searing pain ignited white-hot explosions in her brain. Just as Gaia thought she could take no more, suddenly the anguish abated. Instead of plowing into her, the giant schlong seemed to melt and flow like a frosty torrent, filling her vagina like air fills a balloon. Gaia was unprepared for what came next. As the plastic instrument seemed to stretch her womb sideways, she felt her rigid clitoris clamp down on her attacker's member. Simultaneously the mystical penis knotted in her, locking Gaia to her demon lover. Pseudo-Horst grasped her taut ass, bouncing her joyously on his groin. Unbelievable as it sounds, his hands seemed to become fluid, sending tendrils into her tight bottom hole, twirling wickedly as they penetrated her. The massive member was alive inside of her. Gaia was sure she felt flaming needles plunging into the depths of her body. Confident that she was dying, Gaia was even more wildly aroused. Pain, as dark and deep as it was, was swallowed in waves of ecstasy. The more she gave into her attacker, the more her pleasure--the joy of total surrender--overcame her and sent her into uncontrollable spasms. Gaia's ragged breaths burned in her chest, and a multi-colored fog began to cloak her consciousness. Convinced she was about to breathe her last, Gaia was awash in the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. And everything when dark. Gaia's eyes fluttered open. Ribbons of daylight shocked her to consciousness. The room was warm, and she heard the snores and heavy breathing of her human lovers. The intensity of her dream amazed her. Never had anything felt more real. But surely it was only post-coital fantasy. She was sure of it. Until she felt something stir within her womb. It was a life that was not her own. Bible Erotica 05 The water, retaining the heat from the day's sun, brought sensuous warmth in the cool of the evening. Bathsheba stepped into the mikvah, savoring each wave lapping her naked thighs. Already the warm liquid tongues on her legs and the fingers of evening chill above were causing her nut-brown nipples to grow hard and erect. The mikvah, the ritual bath, was a monthly practice for Jewish women. It marked the end of the niddah, the period of separation between husband and wife. Beginning at the onset of a woman's monthly period and lasting until seven days after the flow ceased, religious law forbade sexual content between spouses. The ceremonial cleansing celebrated the renewal of marital relations. But tonight that was an empty promise for Bathsheba. Bathsheba had recognized since adolescence that she was a woman of strong sexual desires. The niddah was often almost unbearable for the sensuous Jewess, her body nearly aching for intimate contact before the time of separation was half over. Before she was married to Uriah the Hittite, the time of abstinence was still kept. It was an abstinence from pleasuring herself. The niddah regularly ended in the mikvah itself. She would quickly bring herself to climax in the spring-fed pool. During her marriage she rushed from the bath to her bed where her husband awaited. But tonight Uriah would not be there to greet her. ----- The king was restless. He had sent his army off to war the week before and had decided to stay at the palace and mind other matters of state. But the inactivity had stolen his sleep. His restlessness begat boredom. Boredom with his kingdom. Boredom with his family. Boredom with his wives. In his ennui David's mind explored desires he once would have resisted. But those desires brought him to the balcony outside of his bedchamber that evening. David had noticed the wife of Uriah the Hitite before. A striking women, even fully clothed, the sight of the naked bather was nothing short of electrically erotic. As David stood on his balcony, he felt a stirring in his loins as he observed Bathsheba in the water below. Absently his right hand wandered to his groin . . . -------- During the last niddah, King David had sent his army to war. Bathsheba could not even give Uriah a kiss goodbye, let alone the type of send off she desired to give him. And now, as she cleansed herself in the mikvah, she had only her fantasies to slake her hungers. As a sensual woman, Bathsheba had cultivated a rich fantasy life. And the fantasies which excited her most were often so taboo that she dared only indulge in them in her own mind. Often images of her own brother, father, or a favorite uncle invaded her erotic ideation. As her hands fondled her own supple body, she saw their faces, their hands, and their genitals (enlarged by her imagination, of course.) Pinching her hardened nipples she felt the teeth of one female lover, while another planted quick kisses on her inner thighs. Of course such lovemaking was forbidden by Jewish law, but the forbidden nature of the prurient fruit made her own juices flow more freely and feverishly. Another favorite fantasy was even more perverse. Her husband Uriah was a Hittite. Hittites were known as great horsemen, a skill passed from generation to generation. Uriah at times regaled his lusty wife with stories Hittite men told when no women were present. Hittite lore related tales of their women attempting sexual congress with their proud steeds. Uriah delighted in seeing Bathsheba's eyes widen has he described the girth of an aroused equine penis. Her breaths grew shorter and ragged as he described Hittite women trying to suckle the massive organs while fondling the testicles of a beast. He even was able to insert his entire fist into his wife's vagina while describing a horse cock penetrating a willing wife of a stable hand in the same manner. But tonight Bathsheba's masturbatory fantasy would be of another taboo. This fantasy was not only sexually forbidden but politically dangerous. Her body warmed as she saw a barely perceptible shadow outlined by faint lamplight on the balcony of the palace above her. -------- The king sat on his balcony watching the sensual wife of the Hittite bathe. He let his robes fall open and absently stroked himself as he fantasized about having her. David was no stranger to the desires of the flesh. In fact, he had seven wives in the palace as he was lusting over the wife of another. Ogling Bathsheba, David's mind wandered, recalling the sexual proclivities of each of his wives. Michal, his first, was the daughter of Saul. The idea of a shepherd bedding a princess was an appealing fantasy. But the fantasy was short-lived. Michal was self-absorbed and aloof, both in the palace and in the bedchamber. Lovemaking was a chore to her, and she let him know it by her perfunctory performances. It was for that reason David invited Ahinoam into his bed. The sultry Jezreelite was a teenager when she was taken as the spoils of war. David took the part of a tutor, while young Ahi was a willing pupil. Tenderly he taught her how to discover her own body and to pleasure his. Before long she was responding with massive orgasms and shrieks of delight. David relished in taking Ahi within earshot of Michal, allowing her to hear the sounds of the enthusiastic lover she was not. David felt his member swell even more at the thought of Abigail, his third wife. She was the widow of the abusive Carmelite, Nabal. Nabal had used his buxom bride in ways that had shocked David at first. Nabal had invited his clients to partake in Abigail's treasures, often as the fool watched and masturbated. He delighted in plundering her asshole ask well as making her the recipient of his scatological perversions. By the time she was the wife of David, Abigail had come to regard the most deviant practices as normal. Abigail had no sexual limits, and introduced the king to unheard of debauchery. David was stunned when Abigail first suggested that they bid another of David's wives to join their romps, but soon it became a regular event. Abigail was especially fond of David's seventh wife, the willowy Eglah. But David's tender love for Abigail was so different than the ugliness of sex with Nabal, that Abigail treated any request of David with joy and enthusiasm. The king thought of thrusting himself between her massive breasts until he spewed rivers of semen into Abigail's smiling countenance. The king imagined Maacah the pagan temptress, Haggith, the always bubbly innocent, and Abital, always fresh and fragrant. If all of them were rolled into one woman, could they be any more complete as the Hittite's wife who was obviously pleasuring her self in her mikvah? David's grasp on his scepter of flesh became more urgent as Bathsheba glanced his direction. Did she see him watching her? What would she think if she knew his thoughts at that moment? ------ He was watching her. She felt his eyes burning into her bare flesh. The thought of the king—the most powerful man in Israel—lusting for her made her juices run hotter. The mikvah was fed by springs. One particular inlet was serendipitously placed about three feet from the bottom of the bath and angled perfectly for her pleasure. As fate would have it, the jet was on the side of the pool facing the palace balcony. Bathsheba knew that David was watching, so she had fuel for a new fantasy. Easing herself onto the strong spurting spring, she imagined that it was the king's tongue, seeking her engorged clitoris. Unabashed by her royal observer, Bathsheba decided to show him the full extent of her desire. Her left hand surrounded the jet, allowing her to direct its flow and pressure. Clenching and releasing her fist while moving it slowly up and down planted water kisses on the inside of her right thigh. She then moved the stream to her inner left thigh. Meanwhile her right hand was scooping up the warm water and allowing it to pour down her shoulders and on to her breasts. The sun-heated water from earlier in the day matched with the slight nip in the evening air brought gooseflesh born of equal parts chill and excitement. She would stop to pinch and pull her tender nipples, and even lift one with in tongues reach. She thought of the king as she teased her tender nipple gently, imaging the pleasure this was bringing to the resident of the palace. She turned her back to the palace, and bent her knees, allowing the spring to caress the small of her back. Enjoying that lovely sensation, Bathsheba rubbed the mound at the top of her furry triangle, varying the pressure of her touch, undulating with the stream just above her round ass. Her fingers moved slowly down, tickling the sensitive outer lips of her womanhood. Tenderly she slide a digit inside, reaching slightly upward, finding the spot of intense pleasure. Slowly she straightened her knees, and the warm spring danced down between her nether cheeks. She pulled those cheeks apart with her other hand, opening her asshole to her aquatic partner. Bathsheba began breathing deeply, frantically fingering herself while pressing her backside rhythmically against the torrent. But before she reached the height of her passion, she broke away from the spring and removed her fingers from her hungry crevasse. She wanted to be facing the king for the climax of her performance. She turned back toward the palace and poured handfuls of warm water over her hair, face, and neck. She pushed hair back from her face and caressed her own shoulders with arms crossed over her breasts, massaging her neck, and even pinching the lobes of her ears. Every sensation was heightened. The crisp night air burned in her nostrils,and every bird and insect song rang loudly in her ears. Bathsheba again turned her attention to the spring. The pool had a high ridge that allowed her to grip it comfortably though tightly. Gingerly she lifted one leg out of the water while grasping the ridge. Then she carefully leaned back, allowing the water to partially support her weight while she lifted out the other. Grabbing the ridge tightly, she was able to allow the water to penetrate her as she pulled herself toward it and then pushed away. The water became the king's manhood as she rode it as if she were astride the royal stallion himself. Her shoulders began to ache as she pushed and pulled, but she could contain her desire no longer. The wave she was riding was no longer in the pool itself, but from somewhere deep within her. She felt it rising and rising until with a mighty crash the breakers of her passion sprayed pleasure into every corner of her body. Bathsheba released her grip, pushed her self fully back into the water with her feet, and floated in the pool. She felt the undulations ebb slowly, and she tenderly toyed with her sated pussy. It may had been nothing more than the water in her ears, but she thought she heard the echoes of a deep moan echoing from the palace balcony.