Encounter With A God

"Mom! Mom! Please, Mom!"

I awoke in the dark out of a deep sleep to the sound of my newly-eighteen-year-old daughter calling for me. For a second or two it was as if she was an infant again, woken from some childish nightmare in the middle of the night; but there was a strange note hidden in the urgency of her cries - a kind of wonderment. That caught my attention.

My husband slept through the noise as he had always managed to do when our daughter was a baby. How I had envied him then!

Quickly I got up and threw on my robe and went to my daughter's room. I entered and switched on the light. She was sitting up on the side of her bed, stark naked. I couldn't help but notice even in her disheveled state what an extraordinary beauty she had become, with her trim waist, long dark hair and full breasts. Then I noticed that her chin and breasts were coated with an opalescent foamy liquid that could only be one thing.

I rushed to her side and hugged her.

"Oh Mom, Mom, the most extraordinary thing just happened to me." Tears rolled down her cheeks, diluting the semen on her face with their salty water.

"Tell me, sweetheart," I said, as gently as I could.

She raised her eyes to look directly at me for a second, then dropped them and the words began to pour out of her. I could see that she was internally reliving the experience even as she described it to me. I just sat close to her, stroked her hair, acutely aware of more sticky semen in it, and listened.

"Oh Mom, I remember I was having this amazingly erotic dream when I woke up in the middle of the night and found that I was naked, and my covers had been pulled away. I looked up in the dim light from the moon and saw this dark shape standing alongside my bed. It was a naked man, yet not really a man. His body was that of a big, powerfully built man, his smooth skin gleaming in an impenetrable black. But oh God, Mom, his head! It was a

bull's

head, with horns!! His eyes seemed to glow red in the dark. I could hear his heavy breathing, almost snorting. I should have screamed, but something, I don't know what, a kind of power emanating from him, seemed to paralyze me. My limbs felt like wet noodles. I couldn't move. I could only stare at him mutely.

Mom, he was magnificent. In spite of his strangeness, I found him beautiful. I couldn't help but stare at his body in admiration. Then my eyes fell on his groin, and I saw his penis and his balls. Oh God, Mom, they were incredible. So big they seemed, yet they were in proportion to the rest of his body. His balls looked heavy, very full. He saw me looking and smiled at me, an evil, knowing smile. As I watched, horribly attracted by the sight and unable to pull my eyes away, his cock began to grow and stiffen. It was frightening, and yet in its own way magnificent! It took shape as it inflated. So thick and straight, it had a smooth broad head with a dark, moist slit at the end. A stiff collar behind the head topped a remarkably long and sculped shaft, accented by a thick vein on its underside. The vein was pulsing with life even as his member grew. As I watched in helpless fascination, a clear drop of pre-cum emerged out of the slit and hung for a moment.

"Mom, I couldn't help it. As if my brain were possessed by an outside power, all I could think of was how much I wanted to touch that lovely cock, to feel it pulsing inside me, to willingly embrace the load of sperm pent up in those big testicles. I wanted that more than I've ever wanted anything before. That great male rod appeared to me to be so beautiful, so full, so charged with living energy! I could feel my breasts swelling and my nipples stiffening. I knew I should be scared, I should scream for help, but I just couldn't. My brain was full of the thought of that magnificent organ penetrating me and filling me with its sweet semen. All other thoughts were crowded out.

"As if still in a dream, I sat up on the side of the bed. I didn't care that I was naked. Now I was close to that lovely male organ. It had grown to astounding proportions, yet still remained beautifully symmetrical. It filled all my world. The man-monster, I'll call him that, just looked down at me with those penetrating red eyes, as if reading my mind. He reached down and cupped my chin with his big hand. I knew instantly what he wanted. But I wasn't afraid, Mom, I don't know why, I just wasn't. I just knew I needed to obey him.

"I licked my lips to wet them and opened my mouth in willing invitation. In a second the warm head of his marvelous cock was pressing my lips, its streamlined shape easily parting them as it entering into me. I could taste his salty pre-cum. Mom, it was delicious! I loved it.

"His extraordinary cock continued to slide effortlessly into my mouth. I offered no resistance. Oh God, it felt so good going in. So big, at once iron hard and yet velvety soft on the outside. I raised my tongue to lovingly cradle his beautiful prick and to guide it over my teeth as it slid into me. My lips and tongue could feel every bump and contour of that incredibly attractive penis as it probed into my mouth, taking possession of it. My wet lips rode up over the collar and closed down lovingly on the thick shaft. I was amazed at its size and weight and yet how easily I could accommodate it.

"His huge hands gently but firmly gripped my head, positioning me and holding me steady as he began to pump me. He went in and out, slowly at first, then with growing vigor. It felt so good. In seconds I was caught up in his domination, his quest for fulfillment. I became a willing, even eager participant in it.

"Oh Mom, it was magical! We were like one single organism with one single mind. I somehow always knew exactly what he needed from me and could respond instantly to him. I've never had that kind of empathy with anyone before. I began to move my head back and forth in perfect synchrony with his thrusts and withdrawals, enhancing them. I was sucking with all my might, trying to draw more blood into that rigid instrument. I was caressing the sensitive tip of his cock with my tongue, embracing its shaft with my lips. I was in heaven, it felt so good. I could feel my vagina getting wetter and wetter and my clitoris throbbing in time to our movements. My whole being was focused solely on that great cock so firmly filling my sucking mouth and what it was promising. I knew he needed me, and I wanted desperately to pleasure him and to revel in his pleasure as if it were my own.

"Pretty soon we fell into a rhythm that was comfortable for both of us. I reached out and put my hands on his hips to better support myself. Oh Mom, his hips were so muscular and powerful. Under my hands they seemed to quiver with his excitement, his muscles tensing each time he drove his hips toward my face. He kept stroking into me, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes stopping for a few seconds to let me pleasure him with my tongue. I responded to his guidance with my head and my mouth, eagerly following his lead. It was beautiful. My mind was swirling, full of the sensations of that cock stretching and filling my mouth, sliding smoothly over my lips and along my tongue, the wet sounds we were making, and my cheeks puffing out on each inward stroke. I was obsessed with the thought of his sperm shooting into me, filling my mouth with its warm maleness.

"I could hear his grunting and snorting in his passion as his cock plunged back and forth in my mouth, and God help me, Mom, it ramped me up along with him. I worked harder and harder to satisfy him, my head going back and forth, licking and sucking that wonderful warm instrument pulsating in my mouth. I was totally focused on bringing him to his climax and having him empty his great balls full of semen into me. I wanted it so badly, Mom! Nothing mattered to me but my desperate need for him.

"He started going deeper into me, down into my throat. I gagged at first, but quickly got used to it. Once I figured out how to relax my throat muscles, I found his deeper penetrations stimulating. I didn't care about details by then, though. I was pretty well caught up in his passion and my own growing needs. I could feel him getting closer and closer to his climax. His cock was getting stiffer and even thicker. I readied myself for him.

"At last, to my intense delight, I felt that gorgeous cock swell and stiffen even more. His hands grasped my head more tightly and heard his breath quicken. I felt an intense thrill race through me! He was going to cum! Oh God, he was going to cum in my mouth! I furiously licked at his cockhead, even using my tongue to probe into the dark orifice at its end as if to enlarge and lubricate it to ease the passage of his semen through it. My body tensed up in erotic anticipation.

"But then he pushed me too far. He grabbed my head and pulled me hard into his groin. I felt his cock drive deeper in my throat than ever before. My nose and mouth were pressed tightly into his unyielding pelvis. Mom, I couldn't breathe! The crazy thing was that neither of us seemed concerned; the only thing on our collective mind was his orgasm that was now so close.

"My body, however, had different priorities. I couldn't stop myself from gagging. I fought instinctively to back away. Before he could stop me, I pulled back and his burgeoning cock flew out of my mouth. I gasped for air.

"There was no way he could stop now, though. He grabbed me with one arm behind my back and the other behind my knees and lifted me like a rag doll and dropped me on my back on the bed. In a second, he was on top of me, kneeling over me. His knees were on either side of my torso. His inflamed cock stood proud and erect before my eyes, glistening with my saliva. It was awesome; frightening in its power and yet so very desirable. He used my hair to lift my head forward, then pulled my pillow under it and bunched it up to brace my head and keep it from falling back.

"Then he grasped my arms by the wrists and stretched them back behind my head, pinning them there and using the purchase to rise up on his knees. He leaned forward and his wet, inflamed cock again approached my mouth. I was still so caught up in his urgent need that I reflexively relaxed my mouth and waited. He flexed his hips and drove that great cock between my lips and into the depths of my mouth. Strange, Mom, how familiar it felt. I have to admit that it felt very sexy to submit to the inevitable. I relaxed and let him have his way with me. Once securely in me he started fucking my mouth again.

"His hips swayed back and forth, and that beautiful cock slid in and out of my mouth and in and out of my throat. Now, with him hovering over me, I could feel his balls bounce on my chin when he went deep in me. Once again, I sucked him and massaged him with my tongue. Oh Mom, I wanted so badly to have him to cum in me. My pussy was soaking wet, and I could feel my clitoris throbbing.

He was moaning and grunting as he fucked in and out. His wide mouth on that great animal head was open, his teeth clenched and his bull's nostrils flaring in his intense concentration on his cock. I could feel him once again getting harder.

"Then he came. Oh Lord, Mom, he finally came! I was relieved, grateful, and scared, all at the same time. His cock was halfway in my throat when he orgasmed. His sperm shot into me with incredible force! It was so warm, so rich! I sucked and swallowed, trying desperately to keep up with his rapid ejaculations, hoping to prolong this wonderful moment while simultaneously extracting as much of his rich gift from him as I could. My lips could feel the thick vein on the underside of his cock swell with each powerful load of semen coursing through it. I reveled in listening to him groan with the pleasure I was giving him as he came into me, repeatedly.

"He pulled back out of my throat, still spasming, and continued to shoot his load in my mouth. Oh God, he tasted wonderful! Still he kept cummng. Soon my mouth was full of his rich male discharge. Still he kept cumming. I began to worry he'd never stop. Who knows what a god is capable of.

"He raised himself up and pulled out of my mouth even as he continued to cum,. Now his pulsating cock spurted directly onto my face. It was so warm! I opened my mouth wide and some of his cum flew into it, but most landed on my face and neck and spread out, lovingly following the contours of my flesh. I loved it! I wanted more! More sperm! Jesus, Mom, I wanted to bathe in his cum! To drown in it! Yet I wanted more from him. I just couldn't get enough! I

wanted

it on my breasts, in my hair, on my face, all over my body.

Each new ejaculation increased my own pleasure. My clit pulsed. I was ready to cum myself. I knew what I needed. I took advantage of his distraction and freed my right arm and slid it down between his legs. My hand groped for and found my pussy. My fingers traced the wet groove between my labia grasped my wet swollen clitoris. I rubbed and squeezed it. Then, Mom, I came. Oh Jesus, did I cum! My belly twitched, I moaned, and I felt myself squirting. God, it felt so good! We were cumming together, our mutual orgasms cascading, building upon each other to make something truly magical.

"And then it was over. Oh Mom, I felt so wonderful! My whole body was tingling. I was panting with exertion and passion. I was intensely aware of the last of his warm semen in my mouth and cooling on my face, and the rich load of it nestling comfortably in my belly. I felt so incredibly alive!

For a long second, he looked down at me, taking in my glazed eyes, my gaping mouth, my sperm-coated face, and stray bits of his cum that had somehow gotten in my hair. He got off the bed and stood up. He reached down and, grasping me under the armpits, he once again effortlessly lifted me and seated me on the side of the bed. Emotionally and physically exhausted, I just sat there. I could feel his semen running down my face, hanging in pendulous drops to fall onto my breasts. For long seconds he just stood there and watched, like an artist admiring his latest creation. A few drops of viscous, pearly semen drained out of his softening cock as he stood there. He looked directly into my eyes. His bull's head formed a knowing smile."

At last, my poor daughter ran down, exhausted emotionally and physically. Her crying had stopped, and she just looked at me as if willing me to believe her.

"And then, Mom, he suddenly vanished. Just like that. That's when I called you.

"Oh Mom, what can I say? It was so scary and yet, oh my God, so wonderful."

"I know, love," I said.

"Mom, I don't know how to feel. I ought to be ashamed for participating so willingly. But I don't feel that way."

"I know, Honey. It's very confusing."

"I don't know if I did right or wrong. But God, Mom, he made me feel things I've never felt before."

"I know, Dear."

She looked searchingly at me. "Mom, you keep saying 'I know.' How could you possibly know how it was?"

"Because, Sweetling, you're not his first."

Her eyes grew wide. "What are you saying, Mom?"

"I know," I said as gently as I could, "because he visited me on the night of my eighteenth birthday, just like he visited you. And just like he did with my mother, your grandmom, and for all I know her mom as well. And just like he'll visit your daughter on her eighteenth birthday. And yes, love, you will have a daughter, just like I did. I can't explain it, but there it is. And, so, dearest, I do know just how you feel, because believe me, I felt the same way back then."

She stared at me.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Would it have made a difference?" I asked. "And how would it have affected your life, knowing what was coming?"

"Okay, I guess you're right," she said reluctantly. "But what do I do now?"

"Nothing, sweetling," I said. "Just enjoy what you're feeling now for as long as it lasts, and then always cherish the memory of tonight. Go and live your life. Have that daughter. And always know, my own sweet daughter, that whatever else happens to you in your life, you have been fucked by a god."