The Divine Gift

The Divine Gift
or
Filling This Most Perfect Cup

"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 his orgasm, 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?"

"His orgasm, Father!  He cums 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 show 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 holding 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 people in the church.

"Oh, Father," I sobbed as my hips suddenly pressed against 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 quivering.  I heard him walk to the back of the church and heard some clicking noises coming from the front vestibule.  Then he walked back to me.

"There.  We'll be able to perform the ritual without interruption." 

He moved to stand 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 on 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 on 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--"

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 silky blouse 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, pulling me toward him, his fingers 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.  Father McGuire looked down at them.  Other than Sam, he was the first man I'd ever let see them, and they jiggled from my excited breathing and nervous shiver.

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 his warm, wet 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 quivering uncontrollably with desire. 

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 pink panties and he knelt as he pulled them down to my ankles.  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 became hotter.

Then he stood, put a hand on either side of my hips and turned both of us around so my back was to the altar. Then he lifted me slightly and I took that he wanted me to sit on the altar. I hopped up with the help of his hands on my bare hips up so I was sitting on the edge.

"Now, child, lie across the altar so that God will see how pleasing your offering is." 

I laid back, looking down my chest. My hard nipples pointed upwards, and my pubic hair stood on my swelling mound. My naked hips quivered 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 squeeze it and press his thumb against the nipple. With his other hand, he separated my thighs.  The air felt cool against my aroused pussy, but his warm palm cupped my mound, 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 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, open your legs and let them 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 I felt the cool air against my damp thighs contrasted with his warm hand and fingers.

Father McGuire removed both hands from my body as he stepped in front 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".  Without warning, he bent his head down and slid his tongue up and down along the furrow of my wet pussy before stabbing it deep into me.

"Oh, Father!" I cried.

He sucked and nibbled at my clitoris and pushed his tongue into me again.

"Oh, Father!" I cried over and over as he sucked and licked. "Oh, Father!" My body shuddered as months of frustration were swept away by a wave of orgasmic ecstasy. 

I clutched at his head and held his mouth tighter to me as it felt like my body melted.  He lapped at the flood pouring from me and soaking the linen beneath me.

He pulled his head back, chin drenched in my fluids, and climbed up onto the altar and knelt on the edge between my knees, pulling 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 shrugged the robe off, letting it fall in front of the altar, and took his huge member in both of 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 breasts, his massive penis pressing against my pussy.  With his hand, he pressed the 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 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 gently slid the thick presence out just to the tip of the head, then slowly sank it back in, going even deeper than the first time. 

I sighed with the motion, enjoying the fullness. 

"I believe," he continued as he pulled out slowly, "you will be graced with a plentiful yield."  He sharply plunged back in, and my hips rose up to meet his thrust.  As our pubic bones pressed against each other, he grunted in satisfaction.

As he thrusted in and out of me, the shaft pressed hard against my clit and again a wave of orgasm washed through me. My hips rutted against his hammering blows and my pussy spasmed on the slick, rigid flesh he thrust into me again and again. My chest flushed red and I felt my nipples tighten atop my breasts as they wobbled with our motions.

"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 spit out a thick strand of hot sperm, driving it deep into my womb.

"Yes! Yes! Feel it," he cried and his shaft jerked inside me again, spewing another stream of warm cream, "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, filled me to overflowing.  And then I felt the spark as a sperm penetrated an egg within me, and a different warmth 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?"

He lifted himself to kneel between my thighs on the altar, withdrawing his penis from me as he did so. "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, this ritual must be performed at least twice a week for the next three weeks. I'll make sure you have a key." 

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

"He is in no position to say anything at all, is he?"  He slid 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 up 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!" Father McGuire pushed against my shoulder, urging me to lay on the altar again.

Without a word I laid down onto my back, eager to feel my newly consecrated pussy filled again. I watched him climb onto the altar and position himself between my open thighs.

He thrust his rigid penis into me, and cried out, "Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord!"

The End

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