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A note:
We thought that a note prefacing this story might be appropriate,
first to provide a bit of background and also to do something
we have never done before -- issue a warning.
First, the background. The holidays have always been a
particularly erotic time for us and most of our now
occassional forays into swapping occur around this time of
the year. Anyway, the other night we'd come home from a
pretty good party, still keyed up and horny as ever however.
We put some porno on to get going for another fuck, but
started talking about this and that and with Christmas of
course on our mind Gloria wondered what it must have been
like for Mary, being a virgin yet giving birth, and how if
it had been her she'd have been horny as hell and been
all over Joseph to give it to her night and day (like what's
different now I asked her?) Anyway, that started a role play
where Gloria played Mary and rather than Joseph I thought it
would be fun to be a horny Wiseman (Magi I guess is the
correct term). The damn role play took off in probably
the most twisted and perverted direction of any role play
we've ever done, surprising the hell out of us (since the
Sadian blasphemy thing has never done a whole lot for us),
and producing one of the most mind-blowing orgasms either
of us have had in ages. We immediately had to write it
down, so here it is.
Which leads to point number two: It doesn't seem that this
sort of story is common on ASSM, so maybe it won't do much
for most people. (Let us know what you think so we can decide
whether to do more of these or not.) But we can imagine
that this kind of story might really get to some people,
so here's a warning:
THE FOLLOWING STORY IS HIGHLY BLASPHEMOUS, AND IF YOU
HAVE EVEN A SINGLE OUNCE OF BELIEF IN THESE THINGS
(RELIGION, CHRISTIANITY) YOU'D BE BEST ADVISED TO STOP
READING RIGHT NOW!!!
Ok, back to the usual warning.
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Hey, this is our story, so don't steal it! Repost elsewhere
if you want, but leave it intact (including the email address
at the end).
Enjoy!
Kisses, quivering_flesh@yahoo.com
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"Christmas Story"
(MFb pedo beast anal extreme blasphemy)
When I heard the of a new-born baby in Bethlehem,
rumored to be the son of God, I thought nothing of it and
continued about my business. Then more rumors arrived. It
was said that although married the mother was a virgin, and
that the husband had discovered her pregnancy even before
the marriage, and yet went ahead with the wedding, believing
her story that God had impregnated her.
Strange tidings indeed, and so I gathered together some
of my fellow Wise Men and headed east -- whether to see for
ourselves such a miracle as a virgin mother or a husband so
foolish as to believe her story, I could not decide.
After some days of travel, we arrived at the town --
quite forlorn and flea-bitten if you ask me -- and inquired
after the "virgin birth" as the gossips were calling it. We
were directed to a barn. Upon entering we found not only
horses and pigs and a donkey but a woman sitting next to a
rough-hewn drinking trough intended for livestock. The
trough was dry however and filled with straw and old
discarded clothing. The woman was holding a baby, nursing
it. She made no attempt to cover herself, and we got a good
look at a surprisingly fine and voluptuous breast.
We made our apologies for the intrusion and introduced
ourselves. She said her name was Mary. Being obviously poor
and in difficult circumstances, Mary was pleased to see us.
I could tell immediately that she had certain hopes, noting
our clothing and deportment, and nonchalantly uncovered the
other breast, ostensibly to give the little tyke a feed from
that side -- but as I surmised also to give us a good look
at what she might have from her side to offer us.
I inquired as to her husband, whose name I learned was
"Joe." He, it appears, was out and not expected back for
sometime, attending to various errands, including an
extended stop at the local brew-pub. I dismissed my fellows,
all more junior than I in Wisdom, and conducted the
remainder of the interview with the young mother Mary alone.
I placed before her various valuables we had carried
with us as gifts, whereupon her eyes lit up considerably.
Apologizing for the personal nature of my questions, I asked
if it was indeed true that she and her husband had not yet
consummated their marriage, and if it was indeed true that
she had yet had no direct experience of relations between
men and women. She smiled knowingly, and allowed that
although her own mother often scolded her for being absent-
minded and inattentive at times, in this case she was quite
sure she had never made acquaintance with the pleasures of
love possible between men and women. She proceeded to add
that rather than being a point of pride, this condition in
fact vexed her terribly, for here she was, the agonies of
her labor still vivid in her mind, and indeed her female
parts still sore and aching therefrom, and had absolutely
nothing on the other side of the ledger in terms of pleasure
and satisfaction in the act of conception to balance out the
books.
I expressed my deepest sympathies, and I asked if I
might see this unusual baby boy, for whom she had suffered
such unrecompensed pains. She lowered him from her breast
and unwrapped him for me to gaze on -- making no effort of
course to cover her ripe, heavy breasts from my gaze. I
knelt down next to the girl and her baby.
The naked baby boy offered for my inspection was
overall quite ordinary, but in one respect he astonished me
-- even though only moderately aroused (from the nursing I
assumed) his cock was nearly that of a full grown man. The
organ sprouting from the bottom of his belly, lolling
between his chubby baby legs, must have been in excess of
four inches long and as many if not more in circumference.
Being uncut, it had the appearance of an enormous pale heavy
worm emerging from his body. Two distinct testicles
accompanied this worm.
He is, after all, I muttered aloud, the son of God. So
they say, Mary replied, with a coy smile. I found myself
reaching out for the boy, gathering his precocious manhood
up in my hand in wonder. The baby's penis stirred,
stiffened, and within seconds was over six inches in length.
Jesus! I exclaimed. Mary cried out in delight. That's
perfect she said. We have been searching for a name for him,
and now you have found it for us.
Mary, who as I was quickly learning was a highly
perceptive young woman, said she couldn't help noticing that
I seemed able to enjoy the pleasures of both male and
female, young and old.
The evidence provided by the swelling between my own
legs gave proof to her intuition. I remarked on the acuity
of her perception, and wondered if she might perhaps share
something of my range of interests, insofar of course as her
admittedly limited experience permitted. Yes, she responded,
with the now familiar enigmatic smile, as she saw her baby's
cock respond to my caress. In fact, she said, over the last
few days her boy had been her only source of satisfaction,
since her husband and taken a holy vow to forgo his
husbandly duties and to keep his distance from the marriage
bed.
So you are no longer a virgin, I inquired, alluding to
the possibility that her own son might have relieved her of
her lamentable virginity. She swore that she in fact had not
yet crossed that threshold, although she admitted she had
indeed entertained exactly the same thought, but
unfortunately had been forced to content herself with
fondling and some quick oral satisfaction, there not being
sufficient opportunity to be alone, what with either the
curiosity seekers crowding in all day or Joe taking the boy
away to show off to his buddies. I wondered aloud to her
that she had not seen fit to take advantage of the other
opportunities afforded by her albeit impoverished situation,
glancing in particular toward the stallion and donkey penned
up nearby. The girl's eyes widened with surprise, and she
admitted with something of a blush that the idea had never
even crossed her mind and that I must think her a fool.
Not at all, I assured her, one cannot be expected to
sample all the world has to offer at once. My hand, which
had dallied for some time on the baby's shaft now took
possession of his testicles, clearly already active and full
of a godly charge of seed. She guessed the question in my
mind, and without prompting assured me that yes he was, even
though only a few days old, fully functional in that
capacity and that she had induced the proof to flood her own
mouth some half a dozen times already.
As if guided by a higher power, my fingers ventured up
under the balls and found the boy's silky anus, at which
point Mary informed me that she'd had enough experience to
discover the one pleasure the little baby Jesus -- she used
the name for the first time -- was particularly fond of, one
guaranteed to bring him to his own satisfaction (and hers I
have no doubt) within moments. She pulled his chubby little
legs back and apart, and my finger slipped without the
slightest resistance into his rectum, eliciting a flurry of
coos and laughter from the child. It was as if I'd pushed my
finger into the tub of softest butter. Before I realized it
my finger was fully inserted to the knuckle. Either, I
thought, he's been well used in the brief time since his
birth or he has come into this world with some unusual gifts
(or perhaps both?). Try two, the mother suggested with a
gleam in her eye. This time, I did feel some resistance, but
ever so slight and only in the last half-inch as the two
fingers disappeared into his entrails.
The effect on my own organ would have been obvious to
the Pope from across the breadth of St. Peter's. A flush on
Mary's face and a busy hand inside her skirts told me my
explorations were producing a similar response in the
mother. He is not too far, I averred, from being able to
take a man's own cock himself. Mary, fully possessed at this
point by pent up lust, could only manage in response a
choked "Sir, you must venture as you think best."
To tell the truth, I was hardly in a position to
restrain myself. My cock nearly flew out of my garments into
my hand. Mary played her part, holding the naked baby Jesus
on her lap, head pressed into her belly, his legs back and
apart for me. I knelt down between her knees, the baby boy's
pink puckered hole winking up at me. Mary spit onto her
fingers and smeared her slime on and into the boy's hole,
then resumed her hold on the infant. My eyes devoured the
sight of his small body, spread-eagled before me, his
ludicrously large cock throbbing and knocking high up on his
chest. The blood roared in my ears as I advanced. My cock
head found it's mark immediately, the target so clear and
open to view, the mother so eager to hold steady.
I set myself, the head an easy inch inside the boy's
anal opening, hugged Mary around the waist and -- completely
unable to delay or savor the moment -- lunged forward with
as powerful a thrust as I had in my loins.
Oh my Lord God! In an instant the butter turned to
flesh and blood. I felt my cock tear open this hitherto
virgin baby asshole, felt the entrails and organs squeezed
and shoved aside, and saw his belly bulge from the intruder.
A cry flew from the infant's lungs, his cock jerked and
spurted a hefty stream of cum up and out, splattering his
mother's tits and face. My own cock let loose, inundating
his insides with man sperm. I thrust again, burying my cock
to the balls in his ass. "Ah, Jesus fuck, Jesus fuck!" Mary
cried, her own climax shaking her like a rag doll. I pulled
back, pounded in again, then again and again, rattling the
baby-god's tiny frame, nearly driving him back into the
mother's belly.
Red streaked my cock. Mary saw it also, the gleaming
glistening blood from her baby's torn hole anointing the
cock initiating him still barely born to the pleasures of
sodomy. She clasped me to her, pressed her mouth to mine and
thrust her tongue down my throat. For a moment it seemed
like I was fucking Mary's own cunt, still bleeding and torn
from the birthing. I came again, a second full discharge of
cum seemingly ripped from my balls by a higher power. The
barn spun around and I remember as if in a dream toppling
together into the straw.
Sometime later I awoke. The tightness around my cock
turned out to be the baby Jesus' hole. I was still lodged
inside, albeit with only half an erection, though gripped
tightly, Jesus not wanting to let me go. The slap of naked
flesh and strange strangulated cries of pleasure brought me
fully awake. At first confused, my eyes soon found the
source of the commotion: Mary, mother of God, bent double
over a hay bale, under the donkey, his obscenely thick and
long leathery black cock ramming her no longer virgin cunt.
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