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		          W A R N I N G  !          
     This story contains graphic and sexually explicit material,
     and is best enjoyed with someone of the appropriate sex handy.  
     As in any  work of fiction, the behaviour of the protagonists   
     is not necessarily endorsed by the author, and any resemblance
     to persons or events is purely coincidental.
     No virgins were deflowered in the creation of this work. 
     Sex with minors should be left to other minors, and while 
     It's fine to *read* about unprotected sex with strangers, 
     you should only *have* unprotected sex with a trusted partner.
     You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it.
                          P L E A S E  !!          
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                         The Divine Gift
                                or
                 "Filling This Most Perfect Cup"


                  -------by Wollstonecraft-------


     "Bless me, Father, for I have s-sinned.  It has b-been three 
months s-since m-muh-," and that's as far as I got.  I started 
crying uncontrollably.

     "Child, what is it?"  Father McGuire's concerned voice came 
through the screen.  "Nothing's so bad that it can't be 
corrected, especially with God's help."

     "Oh, Father," I cried, "nothing will help.  I've prayed and 
prayed, and it's still the same."

     "Tell me, child, what is it?"

     "It's my husband, Sam.  We've been married for over three 
months and--  well, uh--  he hasn't-- uh, I mean, uh--  Father, 
this is hard to say."

     "I know, child.  There are no secrets from God.  Tell me, 
what is it?"

     "We haven't, uh, we--  Father, our marriage hasn't been 
c-consummated!"  I broke down again.  I cried for a long time 
before Father McGuire spoke again.

     "My child, tell me why".

     "D-do I, uh, do I have to?"

     "Yes, child, you must.  No secrets, remember?"

     "Father, on our wedding night, we didn't--  we didn't make 
love the way I expected."

     "Yes, child?"

     "He seemed so mean, Father!  Not like we was before the 
wedding.  He called me names.  He said I was 'window dressing.' I 
told him I didn't know what that meant, but he said he didn't 
care.  Then he said that since I was his wife, he might as well 
'use' me.  And Father, he made me--  Oh, Father!  He told me I 
had to please him and he-- he made me do--  the most 
unspeakable--"  I started wailing again.

     "Yes, child, go on".

     "I-- I'm sorry, Father.  H-he made me put his p-penis in my 
mouth and-- and s-suck on it until he came, and he made me 
swallow every drop.  And-- and--"

     "Yes, I'm listening", he breathed, "Please, go on".

     "He f-forced himself into-- into--  m-my bottom and he-- and 
he--"

     "Yes, child?"

     "He comes, Father!  He comes in my ass!  He won't put his 
seed where it would give me the gift of a child!  He puts it in 
my mouth and in my bottom, Father!"

     "Is he still subjecting you to this, child?"

     "No, Father, after the first couple of weeks I guess he got 
tired of me.  And, Father?"

     "Yes, child?"

     "That's the worst part.  I-I'm ashamed to say I was actually 
beginning to enjoy his filthy acts.  Father, I actually miss it! 
At least he showed me some attention, and-- and--

     "Yes, child?"

     "I-I almost had an orgasm with him in my bottom.  Oh, Father 
I feel so dirty and disgraced.

     "I see, child," Father McGuire whispered, "I understand."

     "No, Father, you don't!", I cried.  "I want to be able to 
accept all of that, like a good Christian wife should.  I want to 
be a good wife, even if my husband isn't good to me  And I would, 
except-- except--"

     "Yes, child?"

     "I-- I'm just so, so-- so horny!  Father, I ache to have 
someone make love to me!  I've been so tempted to just go down to 
the bar on the corner and offer myself to the first guy I see.  I 
have dreams about being gang-raped and, Father forgive me, when I 
wake up, I'm disappointed that it didn't really happen. Oh, 
Father, Father, what can I do?"

     Father McGuire was silent for a moment, and then he spoke. 
"No, child," he said in soothing tones, "I really do understand. 
You're unhappy and frustrated, and that's quite understandable. 
Your husband has strayed from the words of the Lord, and we will 
pray for him.  But, even in a marriage like yours,  God doesn't 
want us to be unhappy.  The sacrament of marriage should be 
joyous and fruitful, and, my child, you can be so.  There are 
ways to make it so."

     I looked up.  "T-there are?  Even if--"

     "Yes, even if.  Come, child.  Come with me and I will teach 
you."  The screen closed with a soft swishing sound.  It reminded 
me of Sam and I started crying again.

     "Come, child," I heard Father McGuire calling from outside 
the confessional.

     I walked through the curtain, my face streaked with tears, 
and he was there, softly smiling, his arm outstretched and 
beckoning.  I buried my face in his chest and started crying 
again.  He wrapped his arms around me and whispered, "There, 
there, now.  With God's help, we'll make it all better."

     I couldn't tell him, but I thought he was making it worse, 
the way he was stroking my back and pressing me against him.  I'd 
gotten so frustrated and horny over the last three months that I 
even began to imagine a pressure against my thigh coming from 
under his cassock.  I prayed he couldn't feel how my nipples were 
hardening against his chest.  I was making quite a scene.  It was 
a good thing we were the only two in the church.

     "Oh, Father," I sobbed as my hips suddenly jerked at him, 
totally against my will.  "I can't help it, I just feel so, so--"

     "Now, hush, child," he breathed into my ear, "come with me".

     He walked me right up to the front of the altar and said, 
"Now, child, I want you to kneel right here and pray for the 
strength to accept the joy and fulfillment that God will soon 
give to you".  I bowed my head in prayer, trying desperately to 
stop my hips from jerking.  I heard him walk to the back of the 
church and heard some clicking noises coming from the front 
vestibule.  Then he came back.

     "There.  We'll be able to perform the ritual without 
interruption."  He stood before me, between me and the altar. 
"Now, child, arise and come to me. Remember to just do as I say, 
and don't be ashamed.  The only eyes upon you will be God's., who 
sees and knows all".

     I stood up and walked up the three steps until I was 
standing in front of him.  There was very little room in that 
step and we were almost touching.  I couldn't understand how this 
could help.  I was getting hornier by the second, especially with 
being so close to him that his breath rose the hair of the back 
of my neck.

     "Now you will offer your body to God.  Take off your 
blouse."

     In shock, I cried incredulously, "Take off my--", but he cut 
me off.

     "Now, child, please, just do as I say.  Have faith."

     My fingers fumbled with the buttons and I pulled apart the 
front of my blouse, exposing the pink bra underneath.  I slid the 
material off my shoulders, then hesitated.

     "Just let it fall, child," he said.  His voice was becoming 
raspy.  As my blouse fell to the floor, he reached around me and, 
pressing me toward him, he unclasped my bra.  I started to lean 
against him, but he said, "No, child, you must remain standing, 
even if it's an effort to do so."  It was.

     The bra dropped away, and my breasts were bared.  He looked 
down at them.  Other than Sam, he was the first man I'd ever let 
see them, and they rocked up and down from my excited breathing.

     Even Sam hadn't done what Father McGuire did next.  He 
cupped them in each of his hands and said, "We offer these 
vessels to You, O Lord, and ask that, through your mercy, they 
will fill with the bounty of Your sustenance."  Then he bent and 
took each of the nipples into him mouth and drew on each one, 
making me moan aloud.  I tried to quiet myself, but he whispered, 
"No, child.  Let God hear your pleasure."  Then, more loudly, he 
said, Now, remove your skirt."

     My body was becoming uncontrollable.  I slid my skirt down 
over my twitching hips and it puddled around my ankles.  Then his 
fingers slipped under the waistband of my soaked panties and he 
knelt as he pulled them down.  As I stepped out of them, his 
breath blew upon my open, exposed pussy lips and I almost fainted 
as the flames burning within them burned hotter.

     Then he rose, put a hand on either side of my hips and 
pulled me around so my back was to the altar.  Then he lifted me 
up so I was sitting on it. "Now, child, lie across the altar so 
that God will see how pleasing your offering is."  I laid back, 
my nipples pointed upwards, my hips beating against the rough 
linen separating my buttocks from the cold marble underneath.

     Father McGuire stood next to the altar and put one hand on 
my breast and began to fondle and squeeze it.  With his other 
hand, he separated my thighs.  The air was cold against my pussy, 
but his warm hand pressed down upon it, his fingers prodding 
between the folds.

     "O Lord," he said, "we beseech Thee that this womb may be 
ready and worthy of your divine purpose of propagation.  Let the 
seed You are about to plant within this channel find fertile 
ground to take root. and may the fruit of this quickening grow 
safe and strong within.  O Lord, accept this offering, we pray."

     I couldn't hear much of what he was saying, what with all my 
concentration on his fingers burrowing deep into the dripping 
slit between my legs and my moans loudly declaring my pleasure. 
Some small part of me was thinking that maybe this was wrong, but 
my body certainly didn't care.  All it wanted was satisfaction 
and relief from the burning ache in my belly.

     Then his fingers touched something deep inside me and he 
cried out, "O Lord, we rejoice in the perfection of our offering 
and pray it pleases You.  May You find favor in filling this 
virgin cup copiously with your omnipotent essence".  Then he 
whispered to me, "Now, my child, let you legs hang down on either 
side of the altar."  I did as he said, stretching my legs as wide 
apart as I could.  I shivered as the cool air against my damp 
thighs.

     Father McGuire lifted himself up onto the altar and knelt on 
the edge of the altar between my legs.  "If it pleases you, O 
Lord, through Your earthly instrument, may You sup from this 
chaste cup and partake of the honeyed nectar within in 
preparation of your almighty entrance".  With that, he bent his 
head down and slid his tongue up and down along the furrow of my 
pussy before stabbing it deep into me.

     "Oh, Father!  Oh, Father," I cried over and over as he 
sucked and nibbled at my clitoris until I shuddered as months of 
frustration were swept away by wave after wave of orgasmic 
ecstasy.  I clutched at his head and pushed his mouth tighter to 
me as reality melted away.  He lapped at the flood pouring from 
me and soaking the linen beneath me.

     He pulled himself up, his chin drenched in my fluids, and 
pulled at his cassock.  The snaps in the front came apart, 
revealing his nakedness beneath.  I gaped at the thick pole of 
flesh that stood proudly out from between his legs, oozing beads 
of froth.

     He flung the robe aside and took his huge member in his 
hands and said, "This staff is Thy Instrument, O Lord.  May it 
pierce keenly, penetrate deeply and fill the cup to overflowing 
with Thine all-powerful issue".  Then he laid down upon me, his 
broad chest flattening my breast, his massive penis pressing 
against my pussy.  With his hand, he pressed its broad head into 
the crevice, then pushed it deep into me.

     I cried out at his first thrust, as the head buried itself 
fully within me.  "Father, no!  It's too big!  Oh, Father, no 
more!  It feels like I'm being split open!"

     "You are, my child.  The scepter of the Lord is vast and 
terrible.  It is God's will that you accept It in pain to receive 
Its Divine Pleasure.  Give your pain up as a sacrifice for His 
Supreme Mercy."  He pulled his hips back, and the fleshy knob 
retreated, just barely parting my pussy lips. "The pain will only 
seem as the blink of an eye.  Gnnrgh!"

     He stabbed himself down into me and I screamed in pain as 
the shaft bored in, battering against my hymen and tearing 
through the membrane to sink its full length into me.  I cried 
out again, but this time in wonder at the sudden fullness 
embedded in me.

     Father McGuire gasped.  "Your tightness is pleasing."  He 
slid the thick presence out just to the tip of the head, then 
slowly sank it back in even deeper than before.  I sighed with 
the motion.  "I believe," he continued as he pulled out again, 
"you will be graced with a plentiful yield."  He sharply plunged 
back in, and I rose up to meet his thrust.  As our pubic bones 
collided, he grunted in satisfaction.

     As he thrusted in and out of me, the shaft pressed hard 
against my clit and again the waves of orgasm washed through me. 
My hips rutted against his hammering blows and my pussy spasmed 
on the slick, rigid flesh he pistoned into me again and again.

     "Oh, Father, yes!  Oh, God, Father Yes!  OhYes Father 
YesGodYes!"  I squealed, delirious with rapture.

     "Yes- my child," he grunted, "it pleases the Lord to fill-- 
fill-- fill you with the Grace of His Joy-  Unngh! Your most 
perfect cup--  will be filled-- filled very soon--  nngh!!  I can 
feel it-- coming-- it's coming-  coming--  nngh- nngh-"

     His thrusts became sharper and even more powerful.  "It 
comes," he roared, "His Divine Seed is about to flow!  Open 
yourself to His omnipotent insemination!  It comes Oh God it 
comes Now!"

     With one last powerfully thrust, he drove his suddenly 
swelling shaft fully inside, tight against my cervix. It throbbed 
and twitched within me as it pumped out the thick spurts of 
sperm, driving it deep into my womb.

     "Yes!  Yes!  Feel it," he cried as he filled me to 
overflowing, "feel the presence of the Mighty Lord within you! 
Feel the flood of His seed taking root!  Feel it!  Feel it!"

     And I did!  I actually did feel it surging through me, 
pouring into my womb, filling it to bursting.  And then I felt 
the spark as the sperm penetrated the egg within me and it began 
to grow and expand inside me.

     Father McGuire collapsed on top of me, spent and breathless. 
He rasped, "The seed is sown, daughter, and the fruit of the Lord 
is within you."

     As I felt his penis shrinking inside me, I looked up at him 
and asked,  "Father, am I pregnant?"

     "The Lord gave us the joys of sexual union for the purpose 
of procreation only," he said.  "If it is God's will, the scion 
of the Lord grows even now within you, and you must protect and 
nourish that which the Lord has sired.  To that purpose, the 
ritual must be performed again and again for at least the next 
three weeks.  I'll make sure you have a key."  He lifted himself 
up and sat before me on the altar.

     "But, Father, what am I going to tell my husband?"

     "He's in no position to say anything at all, now is he?"  He 
started to get off the altar, then stopped, staring down between 
my legs.  "Behold, daughter!  Gaze upon the sacrificial blood 
you've so freely shed for your most perfect offering!"

     I sat up and looked down at the damp red puddle staining the 
pure white linen underneath us.  Then I looked over and saw 
Father McGuire's penis begin to stiffen.

     "See, daughter?  See how the scepter of the Lord rises 
again?  Your offering has pleased the Lord, daughter!  The cycle 
of birth and re-birth begins anew!  To further please the Lord, 
we must perform the ritual again!"

     As he pushed me down onto my back and again thrust his rigid 
penis into me, he cried out, "Oh, Lord!  Oh, Lord!"


                       -------the end-------


Other Wollstonecraft stories:

 1. Appleseed.............(bad seed manipulates twin sisters)
 2. Birthday gift, the....(girl seduces her legal guardian)
 3. Coercion..............(adultery at gunpoint)
 4. Divine gift, the......(confessor satisfies female parishioner)
 5. Family................(grim and ironic tale of hospital sex)
 6. Fruit of the vine.....(drunk girl gets taken for a ride) 
 7. Fruition..............(boy next door ready to be of service)
 8. Honeymoon.............(blushing bride with a twist )
 9. Novice................(sexual awakening of a girl in a convent)
10. Occupation............(virgin services the troops in France)
11. Party.................(six teens play spin the computer)
12. Peer Pressure.........(girl goes too far on a date)
13. Quickening............(stone age sex intrigue)
14. Reasons...............(memorable one night stand)
15. Safe sex..............(young couple forgetting the condom)
16. Tales of the seeding..(mating customs getting hairy)
17. Ten Dollar Fine.......(girl gets in trouble in a southern jail)
18. Wedding gift, the.....(bride to be learns the facts of life )
19. Yang reception........(girl obeys cultleader all the way )


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