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God's R&R
She gasped at the size of God's three penises
they ranged from colossal to cosmic
and her eyes widened as he strode purposely
towards her trembling naked body.
She knew she was about to have her brains fucked out
in triplicate, big G style.
God could truly appreciate her perfectly proportioned ass
after all, he was the one who made it in the first place,
so he knew everything was going to be a perfect fit
as he began the gentlest of licking with all three tongues.
He also understood
lubrication was not going to be an issue.
He could see the tops of her warm thighs
already glistening wet as she began to arch her pelvis
with increasingly urgent rhythmic movements,
moaning softly, as God raised her body
and made it weightless.
With a look from the corner of his godly eye
he held her floating
at the perfect angle essential for multiple penetration
which for Him was as easy as parting the Red Sea.
Quicker than you could say: 'Israelite pussy for breakfast'
those penises were winding their way to heaven.
On this particular night, God was randier than hell.
He'd been creating universes for weeks without a break now--
and by Christ
he felt entitled to some R&R.
Position-wise, as you'd imagine,
God was rather adventurous.
In fact you could say he was something of an expert
and he proved that,
by completing the sexual alphabet
in less than 30 seconds...
4000 times,
which translates to 33.333333 hours
of continuous orgasmic activity
plus he was ready to go again immediately,
but since the dawn of creation
thus far it had never been required.
Now all that divine fucking had left his conquest
barely able to breathe and totally spent.
It was all those multiple body and mind racking convulsions
of the purest pleasure.
As a matter of record the tips of her nipples
were still harder than elephant gun bullets,
three weeks later.
So when God asked her:
'How was it for you darling?'
she could only whimper and gasp.
Then God knew he must be a regular stud
and as he returned to the work of continuous creation
people noticed a new found spring in his step
and a twinkle in his eye.
You could tell by the swing of his balls
he was probably the happiest God alive.
Everyone could see that for the time being
any idea of wrath
would be the last thing on God's mind,
which proves even God needs his R&R
and just like the rest of us
a darn good fuck
from time to time.
they ranged from colossal to cosmic
and her eyes widened as he strode purposely
towards her trembling naked body.
She knew she was about to have her brains fucked out
in triplicate, big G style.
God could truly appreciate her perfectly proportioned ass
after all, he was the one who made it in the first place,
so he knew everything was going to be a perfect fit
as he began the gentlest of licking with all three tongues.
He also understood
lubrication was not going to be an issue.
He could see the tops of her warm thighs
already glistening wet as she began to arch her pelvis
with increasingly urgent rhythmic movements,
moaning softly, as God raised her body
and made it weightless.
With a look from the corner of his godly eye
he held her floating
at the perfect angle essential for multiple penetration
which for Him was as easy as parting the Red Sea.
Quicker than you could say: 'Israelite pussy for breakfast'
those penises were winding their way to heaven.
On this particular night, God was randier than hell.
He'd been creating universes for weeks without a break now--
and by Christ
he felt entitled to some R&R.
Position-wise, as you'd imagine,
God was rather adventurous.
In fact you could say he was something of an expert
and he proved that,
by completing the sexual alphabet
in less than 30 seconds...
4000 times,
which translates to 33.333333 hours
of continuous orgasmic activity
plus he was ready to go again immediately,
but since the dawn of creation
thus far it had never been required.
Now all that divine fucking had left his conquest
barely able to breathe and totally spent.
It was all those multiple body and mind racking convulsions
of the purest pleasure.
As a matter of record the tips of her nipples
were still harder than elephant gun bullets,
three weeks later.
So when God asked her:
'How was it for you darling?'
she could only whimper and gasp.
Then God knew he must be a regular stud
and as he returned to the work of continuous creation
people noticed a new found spring in his step
and a twinkle in his eye.
You could tell by the swing of his balls
he was probably the happiest God alive.
Everyone could see that for the time being
any idea of wrath
would be the last thing on God's mind,
which proves even God needs his R&R
and just like the rest of us
a darn good fuck
from time to time.
Published 6th Dec 2009
| Edited 15th Jul 2012
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Anonymous
6th Dec 2009 1:20pm
and funny , i like the spirit in this one, yeah enough of celibacy for poor gods!
6th Dec 2009 7:00pm
.. writing this made me realise that trying to combine God with sex is impossible for me without humour invading and taking over. So I'm glad if you say that it's got something, P.
Anonymous
18th Dec 2009 4:26pm
I fucking loved reading this A! It's fantastic, hilarious. Reminds me of Ginsberg in parts. Phrases like 'swing of his balls', 'God knew he must be a regular stud', are worthy of proper divine belly-laughs.
18th Dec 2009 4:51pm
I hadn't read this for a while, just did so and am laughing again myself. Thanks Cthonian - I am happy my humour is not just on its own wavelength - there are times I wonder whether that's the case.
