In the ovum of god

In the ovum of god

 

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The first time I had a man fill me with warm glistening cum I had just turned 18. I was lying on my back in a haystack with a piece of hay clenched between my teeth while he railed me with his 4 inch cock. I teased my nipples and clit with my hands, arching my back into him and the heavy lurid perfume of lust and hay. He moaned and murmured, “fuck fuck you feel so good” and I groaned in response. My pussy felt so good and started contracting around his dick, aching and preparing to cum and making him moan even louder. “oh my god you’re so fucking hot i’m gonna cum” he yelled out.

“cum for me, fill my pussy with your creamy seed,” I squealed. I had been dreaming of saying those words for a long time. The women in my family had dropped hints that something special might happen when the spermazoidal juices entered my cavity chambers. But I had no idea what it would be yet.

“oh fuck i’m cumming!” he yelled.

“fuck yes fill my cavity chambers with your spermazoidal juices,” I screamed as he erupted inside of me and I felt a delicious viscous ooze fill me to the brim. My body and mind flooded with pure ecstasy and I was suddenly overcome by a vision of a golden spirit connecting a tube to my temples and sending sizzling blue lightning bolts that jolted my brain with an exquisite searing pain. My entire body vibrated as I received more cosmic understanding in a millisecond than most beings gain from lifetimes. My eyes shot open, burning hot and brimming with tears. The man was staring at me, his mouth gaping open. We both looked at my luscious twitching pussy which was glazed and dripping glossy cum like a most arousing donut. “did you... feel that?” I asked. He tried to speak but was unable. Clearly his brain had atrophied from the instantaneous download of divine wisdom and energetic records directly from source. “put your overalls back on,” I said. I knew in that moment that I had to chase this feeling and experience it as much and as often as possible.

I went on to have a glorious amount of unprotected spirit enlightening sex. I had it with men and women and always it was the direct exchange and expression, the churning cauldron, of sexual fluids that brought me to infinite access, doused, pure straight into the mouth of god. I gained telepathy, developed extra sensory sensitivities, and began having prophetic paradimensional visions. These came on in flashes,

sometimes just before sleep, sometimes randomly throughout the day, and always at the scintillating peak of fluid exchanging sex. With one heavenly woman in her bathtub, scruba dub rubbing up on her and grinding our pussies together, a mermaid goddess appeared to me. I was blissed out on the camphor bubbles and felt like I was floating. She was in motion, with long tangled hair and a tangled fishnet dress, swimming around me.

“hey sssssaillor,” her voice resounded in my head in my ecstatic state. “want this pretty pearl?” and she flashed a luminescent pearl the size of a baby’s fist. And we made a deal that I would give her the placenta of my firstborn for the pearl. But I negotiated her into also charming me against unwanted insemination. She licked the pearl before putting a hand to my stomach, pushing me onto my back and sliding the

pearl inside of me with a slick tentacle. Her tentacle filled me to bursting, making me gasp and writhe. She smirked and bit me on the neck before swimming away on the dark waves of my vision. Coming back to earth to the bath from that one was exhilarating, slippery. The woman beside me was riding the motion of some private experience. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck standing upright, the tingling awareness of the charmed pearl as deep in me as a single pulsating gem at the bottom of a mine. The fear of a maternal revelation hadn’t been stopping me from seeking the blissful union of fluids with my sexual partners, but now that I knew I was safe I was ready to become entirely fucking insatiable.

Everywhere I went I left a long stream behind me of spent lovers and squirt like a snail trail. I wore the pearl and was often flooded with ecstatic visions of the mermaid and her tentacle that put it there. There was one time that I lay draped facedown across my bed at a pale blue dawny hour of the morning. In my bleary up all night state I was rubbing against a shell shaped vibrator, losing myself to breathless waves of solo pleasure. I felt my pleasure mounting and was rocked by the current up to the dazzling heights of climax when suddenly in that dizzying portal the mermaid appeared, swimming in warm milky water in a placenta shaped pool.

I dove in and our bodies found each other and entertwined, caressing and grasping in liquidy synchronised movements. I wrapped my arms and legs around her body and she used her hand and her tongue and teeth to tease my nipples and nip at my skin. She set me off vibrating, the pearl deep inside me growing hot and pulsing in her presence. Our bodies turned in the water, my head sometimes deep under, sometimes breaking through the surface but always I was breathless and moaning and gasping air and water. Her long tongue flicked between my legs, slid against my clit and then darted into my opening, pushing with forceful determination all the way to the pearl in the deepest part of me. I squirmed and trembled as she reached for the pearl, grasped it with her tongue and rolled it over and over. The sensation pulled sounds from my body that I had never made before, barks and yelps like a whole menagerie. Any attempt at coherent thought or functioning was completely overwhelmed by the water and the roaring swells of rapture as I bucked and twisted from the pressure of her tongue. In this sex I couldn’t breathe. In this sex I could drown. What was insight, knowledge, any higher understanding worth when your lungs burned for air, your body reeled with all consuming pleasure, your mammal brain reduced to base seeking instincts and barking, no more speech, like a seal? Whiskers and all. Then she withdrew her tongue with a small amphibian laugh. Perched on the end of it, glittering with sacred secretions, was the pearl. I gaped. She brought her tentacle to the lips of my pussy and taunted me with it, rubbing it slowly against me. My entire being ached for her to enter me. “please...” I moaned. “I need your juice inside my...” before I could

finish that thought she thrust hard inside of me, my pussy spreading wide for her thick rubbery tentacle. She whispered dark serpentine fantasies in my ear that made my toes curl and she fucked me like a sea snake, like a leviathan, like a typhoon. I screamed and mimicked biblical floods, salty liquids pouring forth from a crack in the sky and submerging whole villages and herds of cattle. She clawed and caught my throat with her hand and hissed long and low as her tentacle shot a massive load of oily mermaid

cum into my throbbing depths. My body shook with the impact and I yelled and writhed on her tentacle still inside me, my pussy overflowing with her seamen.

I came to on my bed with light streaming through my bedroom curtains. I was drenched with sweat and other fluids. My heart was racing and I was reaching out for the mermaid goddess, surprised by her absence after the devouring closeness. But I felt something welling inside of me. Some energy collecting. And on my dresser in a wet mess of seaweed I found the pearl.

I had a vision of the baby 2 weeks into the pregnancy. A shrimpy smiley half mermaid with my dream goddess’ gills and my eyes. She and I visited more and I felt beyond the skin prickling desire I had for her, a very tender and fishy love forming. This was truer than all of the epiphanies and revelations. This was deeper than all of the enlightenment and understanding. This was the full, filled loaded and bursting, expression of creation. This was the miracle of life. She made that pearl into a ring and we wed on a sand bank on a summer’s Thursday. In a lightning storm. Kraken in attendance. 6 months pregnant. Anything is possible.

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In the ovum of god is written by acclaimed author Nikita Bleyer, for this blog