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The Seed of Onan

By: Silverstag



I was a typical over-sexed boy. It was the 50's and young people didn't engage in sexual activities like they do today. At least I didn't. I was kind of nerdy, wore glasses, a bookworm, excelled in the classroom but not on the athletic field. I also masturbated a lot. 

I was dating the only girl I ever really dated in school and she was as sexually naive as I was plus she had some other sexual hang ups which I didn't discover until we eventually married. But that's another story.

It was not a typical weekday afternoon. Not typical in the sense that my parents were both out of town and I was alone in my house. My dad had gone to a labor union convention and my mother went with him. It was one of the few times that they left me alone - but not without some adult supervision as I was soon to discover.

Late afternoon, home from school, house to myself, I did what many teen-age boys are prone to do. I turned the radio on to a Top 40 station and turned up the volume. I pulled one of my older brother's girlie magazines out from it's hiding place, took off all my clothes and lay down on my bed. Soon I was immersed in the pictures of ladies with big tits, fantasizing and jacking off with carefree abandon. 

Bill Haley and the Comets were wailing away with Rock Around The Clock and I was so absorbed in my self-gratification that I didn't hear the front door open. I was stroking and looking at boobs and just about to shoot when I heard a stern female voice from my bedroom door.

"Young man, what are you doing?

I abruptly stopped my stroking, turned my head toward the door and saw the forbidding presence of Mrs. Packer, the devout holy roller who lived next door.

I gasped and said, "How did you get in here?"

"Your mother gave me a key and asked me to look in from time to time to see if you were behaving yourself. She thought you might get into your father's liquor cabinet or engage in some other un-Christian activities. I can see that you are. What you are doing is a sin."

My facial expression quickly changed to one of amazement and I put both hands over my crotch to try to cover myself.

She looked at me sternly and said, "And Onan knew that the seed should not be his; and it came to pass, when he went in unto his brother's wife, that he spilled it on the ground, lest that he should give seed to his brother. Genesis, Chapter 38, verse 9," she said.

I gulped and didn't say anything.

"You're about to spill your seed, aren't you?"

I still didn't know what to say. I noticed that her gaze had fallen from my face to my crotch which I was still trying my best to conceal.

"You're a naughty boy. Just like all boys. I really thought better of you."

"Gosh, Mrs. Packer," I stammered. "I don't know what to say?"

"Actions speak louder than words," she said and walked over toward my bed. She was rather tall and matronly with grey hair and an ample body which she usually covered with rather plain looking, loose-fitting dresses which I believe she made herself. She looked intently at my barely covered genitals. 

"I see you haven't spilled your seed yet."

"Nuh, nuh, no," I stuttered.

"That's a good boy," she said, "Because if you had I would have to clean you up. That's in the bible too, you know."

"No, I didn't know that."

"And if any man's seed of copulation go out from him, then he shall wash all his flesh in water, and be unclean until the even. And every garment, and every skin, whereon is the seed of copulation, shall be washed with water, and be unclean until the even," she continued. "That's from Leviticus."

"Gosh, I didn't know that was in the bible."

"It is," she said. "Have you washed yourself since the last time you spilled your seed?"

"Uh, no."

"Then I suppose I have to clean you up."

"Well I can do it myself."

"Oh no," she said. "I'll do it to make sure it's done right." With that she turned and walked into the bathroom. I could hear her bustling about and the sound of running water. She came back into my bedroom carrying a towel, a wet wash cloth and a bar of soap. She sat down on the bed.

"Move your hands away from that nasty thing," she said, sternly.

I pulled my hands away and she looked intently at my cock which by now had fallen flaccid. She rubbed the bar of soap on the wet wash cloth until she'd worked up a fair amount of suds and then she reached out with her left hand and, grasping my cock by the circumsized head, pulled it up. With her right hand she began to scrub it, rather vigorously. She hummed to herself contentedly while she worked - it sounded like Rock of Ages. She leaned closer to my cock and a glob of soapy water splashed on her dress.

"Oh, pooh," she said. "You're going to make me ruin this dress. You naughty boy." With that she stood up and took it off, folding it neatly and placing it on a chair. She was wearing a white bra and white panties, made of cotton and appropriately proper. She had large breasts which hung heavily in her bra. Her waist and hips were ample but with enough difference in circumference to give her a nice womanly curve. She had nice legs.

"Don't stare at me," she said, "And stop thinking those lustful thoughts."

"Gosh, Mrs. Packer, I'm not thinking lustful thoughts," I said.

"I know better, young man, your eyes betray what your tongue denies and I can see what you are thinking." She looked intently once again at my cock which was once again fully erect although still covered with soap suds.

"I can see that you still require cleansing," she said and resumed rubbing my cock with the soapy wash rag. My cock got even harder and she stared at it intently and her facial expression seemed to change from a look of disapproval to a look of lust. 

I tentatively reached up and lightly touched her on her shoulder. She didn't finch or move away and continued her scrubbing. I slowly began to rub my hand from her shoulder to her neck and than slightly down her back. She sighed and began humming a different tune. It sounded like He's Got The Whole World In His Hands. 

Sensing no resistance I dropped my hand and touched the back of her bra. 

"Stop that," she said. "I don't want you soiling my under garments."

Saying that she put both hands behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall away from her. Her breasts were large with pale pink aureolas and I noticed that her nipples were hard. 

"May I, can I, touch you?" I stammered.

She didn't reply so I slowly moved my fingers around and touched her left breast, stroking it down the slope of until I lightly touched her erect nipple.

"You are so naughty," she said, but she didn't move my hand away. She laid the wash cloth on the towel and began to stroke my cock with her bare hand. Between her hand on my cock and my hand on her nipple I was in heaven. I began to hum the tune Blessed Redeemer.

"I see you are not totally a heathen," she said.

"No, ma'am," I replied. "Uh, I'm about to, to, cum."

"Don't use nasty words with me, boy and don't spill that sacred seed on the ground." 

With that she moved her hand away from my soapy cock and walked back into the bathroom, carrying the wash cloth. I heard water running and she returned with the wash cloth in her hand. She had rinsed out all the soap. She took the wet wash cloth and rinsed away the soap. Then she took the towel and lovingly dried my penis. My cock was, by now, incredibly hard.

"Uh, what about my seed," I asked.

She looked at me sternly and said, "We must provide a suitable vessel." 

And then she dropped the towel and slowly began to remove her panties. She turned toward me and pointing her fingers down toward her hairy pussy she said, "This, young man, is a suitable vessel."

"Can I touch your, uh, vessel?"

"Well, I suppose so, but just a little bit." 

She moved closer to the bed and I reached out and ran my fingers through her verdant bush.

"Can I touch you uh, there?"

"If you must."

I moved my hand lower and reached out a finger and began to slowly move it up and down her fleshy pussy lips. She was wet and soon her pearly gates opened to accept my exploring digit.

"I've never touched a woman's uh, vessel," I said. 

"Well I hope you don't make a habit of it," she said, sternly.

"Yes ma'am."

She moved closer to me and resumed stroking my cock and I began to finger her pussy faster. 

"Move it up," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"Move your finger up."

I started to insert it into her vessel and she said, "Not that way. This way" and she reached down and moved my finger to the top of her uh vessel. I discovered a slight protrusion, rather like a nipple, only much smaller.

"Rub me there, boy. Rub me good."

I obliged. She began to move her hips and I could smell a different odor coming from her. It was musky and earthy and unlike anything I had ever smelled before. I inhaled it deeply and she said, "Smell that, boy? That means my vessel is ready to receive your seed." 

She moved on to the bed, straddling my legs and positioning herself so her pussy was directly above my proudly standing cock. I reached out to touch her and she pushed my hand away.

"Keep your naughty hands to yourself."

Moving her body lower she grabbed my cock and slowly rubbed it up and down her pussy. Between her juices and my pre-cum we were both wet and ready. Slowly she lowered herself onto my cock. It slid easily into her and I gasped at my first experience with my cock in a woman's vagina. 

"Do you like my vessel," she asked, moving up and down.

"Oh, God, Mrs. Packer, I love your vessel."

"Don't be blasphemous boy. Don't take the name of the Lord in vain."

"Yes ma'am."

She moved more quickly, riding my young cock like an experienced horseman rides a young colt. She began to hum The Old Rugged Cross.

"I'm going to, to, spill my seed," I gasped.

"You won't be spilling it, boy. My vessel will hold it all."

I began to thrust my hips up in rhythm with her downs and she said, "Give me your seed boy, fill my vessel."

With one final surge I began to cum, shooting what must have been a record amount of semen up into her. 

"That's it...that's it....that's a good boy. Give me all of your seed"

I groaned and stopped my thrusting and just laid there with a contented smile on my face. 

"How can I thank you," I asked.

"You can read your bible and pray and stop thinking all those lustful thoughts."

"I'll try," I said.

"And if you do have lustful thoughts and absolutely need to spread your seed just remember to use the proper vessel."

'You mean?"

"You're reasonably intelligent, for a boy. I believe you can figure it out."

The Seed of Onan Ch. 02



Several weeks had passed since my next-door neighbor, the matronly and very religious Mrs. Packer had discovered me masturbating and, quoting much scriptural chapter and verse, provided what she called 'an appropriate vessel' to receive my seed. Her parting suggestion that the next time I needed to spill my seed I look for an 'appropriate vessel' was much on my mind. 

Needless to say I wanted another crack - no pun intended - at her vessel. However, being a boy of only 18 and dreadfully shy around women I didn't know how to proceed. Every time I passed her house I looked for her and when I saw her I always bade her good morning or good evening or whatever time of day it was. She always responded non-commitedly although sometimes with a shy smile or nod of her head. This made my hopes rise, not to mention other parts of my anatomy.

Several more weeks passed by with me casting longing glances at Mrs. Packard and her smiling demurely in return. Then one afternoon when I returned home from school my mother said, "Mrs. Packer wants to you to come over and help her with something tomorrow after school."

"Did she say what it was?"

"Something to do with a vessel. She said you'd understand."

"Well, uh, uh, it probably has to do with one of those vats that she pickles cucumbers in," I said.

"That's probably it."

The next afternoon. instead of hanging out with my friends after school, I hurried to Mrs. Packer's house. I knocked on the door and she opened it.

"Come in, young man," she said, "have you been behaving yourself? Have you been saving your seed or have you been casting it on the ground like Onan?"

"Oh, no ma'am, I've been saving my seed for an appropriate vessel."

"And have you found a vessel?"

"Well, uh, uh, my mom said you mentioned something about a vessel and I figured you we're talking about, about..."

"About this?" she said and pulled up the bottom of her dress revealing her naked, hairy pussy in all it's verdant glory.

"Yes ma'am."

"And you've been saving your seed?"

"Oh yes ma'am."

"We'll see about that. Take off your clothes."

"Yes, ma'am."

While I undressed she did likewise and then led me into her bedroom.

"Lie down and let me examine you," she said.

I laid flat on my back and she sat beside me on the edge of the bed and touched my erect cock. 

"He looks clean," she said, "but a good wash never hurts." 

She went into the bathroom and returned shortly with soap, a wet wash cloth and a towel. She began to enthusiastically scrub my dick and I put a tentative hand upon her pussy.

"May I touch your vessel?"

"Oh, I suppose so," she said, "You know I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me. I am not a wanton woman and since that time in your house I have thought and prayed about this a good deal and I have decided that it is the Lord's will that I serve as a receptacle for your seed."

"Praise the Lord," I said.

"Don't be blasphemous, boy."

"No ma'am."

I had continued stroking her pussy while we talked and had re-discovered the little button that seemed to turn her on. Using the pungent juices that I had stirred up with my fingers I began to rub and stroke the little protuberance.

"Ah, I see you remembered," she said. "That feels good and it makes my vessel hungry for your seed. Do you like to touch my vessel?

"Yes ma'am."

"Would you like to fill it up with your seed?"

"Oh, very much so."

"Then go to it, boy. Put your pecker in Mrs. Packer," she laughed. "I think I just made a joke."

She laid down beside me and spread her legs invitingly. I knelt between them and moved my cock tentatively toward her pussy. She reached down and rubbed it up and down her sopping slit. She obviously wanted to be in control which was fine with me. She positioned the head of my cock right at the entrance to her vessel and said, "Let me have it."

I thrust in eagerly, marveling at the sensation of her mature pussy wrapping around my young cock. She grunted and said, "That's a good boy. Now put your arms under my legs, lift 'em up, spread 'em apart and fill me up."

I did as she instructed and it occurred to me that I was pounding my pecker into the Packer pussy and almost said it but thought better of it. She put both hands on my butt and hammered me into her and I basically just went along for the ride. She used me like a plunger and began to moan, "Give it to me...give it to me....give it to me."

With one last massive thrust I felt my cock almost explode, filling her with several week's supply of jism. She continued to use me for several more strokes until she came with a whoop and a holler. She removed her hands from my butt, dropped her legs to the bed and sighed contentedly. 

"Thank you," I said, "that was wonderful."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said, "I think perhaps I've discovered a purpose in my life."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," she said, "it occurs to me that there are probably a lot of young men just like you who have been spreading their seed on the ground and not in an appropriate vessel."

"I see," I said "and I suppose you're right. In fact, I know you're right about that. I have lots of friends who are wasting their precious seed."

"Why don't you bring some of them over the next time you come."

"Are you serious?"

"Well, it seems to be the least I could do, don't you think?"

"If that's what you really want to do I think I could arrange that," I said.

"Then why don't you," she replied.

The next day, after school, I was riding around with my friends Jack and Buddy in Jack's old jalopy and I said, "How would you guys like to get laid?"

"Well, duh," Jack said, "do you know the pussy fairy?"

"Not exactly, but I do know my next door neighbor, Mrs. Packer."

"Old lady Packer?"

"Well, she's not that old," I said and proceeded to tell them about my adventures with depositing my seed in her appropriate vessel. Not surprisingly it took no persuading to get them to accompany me to her house.

I knocked on her door and Mrs. Packer opened it.

"Hello, Jerome," she said, "I see you have brought some of your friends."

"Yes ma'am, this is Jack and this is Buddy."

"Come in boys and sit down."

We did as instructed and she looked at us sternly. "Do you boys go to church?"

We all nodded our heads.

"Do you pray?"

More head nodding.

"Are your prayers answered?"

"Sometimes," Jack said, with a giggle.

"Don't be impertinent," she said, sternly. "Do you boys spread your seed on the ground?"

They both nodded affirmatively.

"And you are aware that that is a sin as proscribed in the Bible?"

They nodded again, eagerly.

"Well, I suppose we'll have to do something about that," she said, "but first a little Bible study." She got up, went to a bookcase and came back with a bible for each of us. Turn to Genesis, Chapter 38, verse 9." We did and she read, "And Onan knew that the seed should not be his; and it came to pass, when he went in unto his brother's wife, that he spilled it on the ground, lest that he should give seed to his brother."

She paused for emphasis and then she said, "And from Leviticus - And if any man's seed of copulation go out from him, then he shall wash all his flesh in water, and be unclean until the even. And every garment, and every skin, whereon is the seed of copulation, shall be washed with water, and be unclean until the even. Have you boys washed yourselves since the last time you spilled your seed?"

They both shook their heads.

"Then that's the first thing we should do. Go into the bedroom, take off your clothes and lie down on the bed."

We did and she went into the bathroom. We could hear water running and we could hear her humming Rock of Ages. She walked into the bedroom in all her mature naked glory, carrying a soapy wash cloth and a bath towel. Her eyes widened and brightened at the sight of three 18-year-old boys lying on her bed with stiff cocks pointing toward the heavens. 

"My, my," she said, "so much work, so little time, but the Lord loves a willing worker." Humming to herself she proceeded to wash, rinse and dry all of our cocks. Her nipples were noticeably stiff and the smell of her pussy filled the room.

"Alright, who's first," she asked. "Jerome, you decide."

A quick look at all of our cocks indicated that Buddy's was the smallest, Jack's was the biggest and mine was somewhere in between.

"Why don't you do Buddy first, then me and then Jack," I said.

She looked at me sternly and then laughed and said, "Somehow I thought that might be the order you would choose. Jerome, you and Jack stand up and wait your turn while I take care of Buddy. And don't touch yourselves."

Jack and I got off the bed and Mrs. Packer straddled Buddy, deftly placing her pussy on his cock and slowly lowering herself upon it.

"Oh my God," Buddy said.

"Don't be blasphemous," she said, "or I'll have to wash your mouth out sigh soap."

"Yes ma'am," he said.

Leaning forward she began to hump up and down on his cock with her tits flopping in front of him.

"May I touch your titties? Buddy asked.

"You may touch my breasts, if you like," she said with an emphasis on the word breasts. "Is this your first experience with a woman's vessel?"

"Yes ma'am."

"I thought so. I don't imagine that this will take very long."

"No ma......am," Buddy said and then obviously came inside of her.

"Now that's a proper place to place your seed," she said and Buddy nodded in agreement.

"Jerome, you're next."

Buddy got up and I laid down and she stroked my cock lovingly. "I love this little fellow," she said and Buddy and Jack both laughed at the word little.

"Or maybe I should say this bigger fellow," she said, in reference I suppose to the relative size of my cock compared to Buddy's. She quickly put my cock inside her pussy and leaning forward put her ample breasts close to my mouth. "You may suck my breasts if you like, Jerome, but don't bite."

I did, nibbling gently on one large turgid nipple and then the other while she pumped up and down on my randy wand. She hummed as she worked her conjugal magic on me saying, "Give me all your seed, boy, give it to me, give it to me....that's a good boy." she said as she felt my come spurting up inside her.

I stood up and Jack laid down. She put both hands on his huge cock and said, "Impressive. Most impressive."

Jack said, "Thank you."

"I can see that I've got my work cut out for me," she said and Buddy and I watched as she maneuvered her pussy onto his hefty rod, taking a lot more time to fit and adjust than she had with Buddy and me. She slowly lowered herself onto him, fitting him inside of her, saying, "Impressive indeed."

Jack was more than ready and, apparently, after warming up on Buddy and me so was she. With just a few well-timed strokes he came and she came and she shouted, "Hallelujah!"

She rolled off of Jack and laid down with her legs spread. I could see massive amounts of cum dribbling out of her pussy and said, "Mrs. Packer, some of the seed is spilling out."

"Well, nobody's perfect," she said, "we all fall short of the glory of God. Next time I'll try to do better."