Daughters and Sons of Aphrodite

[Note: all characters in this work of fiction are at least eighteen years old.]

CHAPTER 4

Jonas took over an hour to finish the first two chapters of "Daughters and Sons of Aphrodite," the final book in the series that comprised the Nation of Orchid's only accepted scripture. He had memorized large tracts of the first two books, so the delay was not down to the fact that this book was written in Ancient Greek -- a flowery dialect, at that. No, it was simply that his math teacher, Sarah, was pressed against his side, and had not a shred of clothing on. He kept stealing glances at her large boobs and the hairless pussy between her legs.

"Jonas, we'll be here all night if you keep looking at my cleavage."

"Sorry!"

"I want you to look at me, Jonas. But you have a higher priority right now." Sarah observed Jonas as he read through the first two chapters. The further he got, the more the young man's jaw dropped and the wider his eyes became.

At last he closed the book. He was breathing harder than normal and his heart was racing. "How is this possible? Your..." Jonas nodded towards Sarah's lap.

"Vagina?"

"Your vagina. It is Aphrodite?"

Sarah smiled, and it felt to Jonas at that moment that a ray of sunshine was falling on him. "That's right. And my uterus, and my fallopian tubes, and the milk-producing glands in my breasts. The Goddess is with us, right now." Sarah patted her mons lightly with one hand.

"But, but... how? There are millions of women on the island!"

"The Mother created the Earth, did she not?"

"Of course!"

"Then you must admit, Jonas, a small amount of transcendent omnipresence is a minor miracle, in comparison."

"Fair. But why would she do all of this?"

"For one thing, every time we females orgasm, Aphrodite feels it too. In fact it's her choice whether or not to share the sensation with us. That's in a later chapter. But the main reason is that a deity is powerful in proportion to the degree of worship of their primary aspect."

"So to worship Aphrodite you can just have sex?"

"Can is the wrong word, honey. Must. Sex represents Aphrodite's basis in reality, even though this is not made super clear in the first two Books."

"Of course!" Jonas said. He began to recite the relevant section of Book One, in Ancient Greek. "Unto Aphrodite was gifted first the mantle of Lustful Acts, for she was a being birthed from such."

Sarah tilted her head and, eyes shining bright, asked Jonas, "How do you remember that? It's hardly part of the standard etudes."

"My friend Sam and I like to see who can memorize more of the Books. I'm way better at it. But she's a big cheater so technically she's ahead."

"You two have a point system?" Sarah was joking.

"Yeah. When we fight it's mostly about points."

"And how does he cheat, exactly?"

"She. Her real name's Samantha. When I'm reciting, she, uh..." Jonas trailed off. "Does stuff with her shirt. She knows it distracts me, and then I mess up. But it's not like I don't actually know the passages."

"Why would her shirt distract you?" Sarah was enjoying seeing Jonas squirm in embarrassment.

Jonas tried to think of a diplomatic way to explain, and swiftly gave up. "Sam has very big breasts, and even with those bras and blouses they have in the family district you could just kinda tell when they shifted around."

"Do you think your friend's are as big as mine?" Sarah asked. She hefted her soft, teardrop shaped tits. Jonas was instantly mesmerized by her flesh. "Jonas honey, you're losing focus again!"

"Right!" Jonas shook his head. "I'd guess hers are a tiny bit smaller, but I'm not sure."

"Do you and Sam plan to have babies or get married some day?"

"Mother, no! Sam's a lesbian. She finds the male body literally gross. The idea of it. Not like she's seen a dude naked yet, but I bet she's not going to like it if she ever does."

"I can guarantee you she will have to get over that. Virtually all lesbians have to carry at least one baby, Jonas. Don't you think she'd want to make one with you?"

Jonas' head was starting to swim. If truth be told, he had fantasized, once, about getting his best friend pregnant. He had felt ashamed about it for a week. "No way. She literally tells me how ugly I am every single day. But why would she have to have sex with me, or anyone, to get pregnant?"

"You do know how getting pregnant works, honey?" Sarah was grinning again.

"We learned about it in class. But, can't the guy, like, spurt outside of the, uh, lesbian's vagina, and then she kind of just puts his stuff inside her?"

Sarah put her hand on Jonas shoulder. "Honey, there's no way for you to know this until you read more of Book Three, but what you just described would be considered blasphemy. Aphrodite wrote unambiguously about the one and only way to inseminate Her inside a woman. In fact, you'll probably inseminate Her womb in me tonight."

Jonas froze yet again. A wave of dizziness came over him.

"Jonas honey, are you okay? Jonas?"

At last her gentle voice snapped his attention back to the present, and images of Sarah's swollen belly receded from his mind. "I'm going to get you pregnant tonight?"

"Well, you're going to get Aphrodite pregnant, to be precise. But I'll be the carrier, yes. That said, the integration between a woman and the Goddess is so thorough that it's not like one can feel any difference. At least, as far as we known. It's not like we can swap notes with heathen women."

"So we're going to have sex?"

"Honey I think we've been over this already. But since you seem to be struggling with the concept, yes. You and I will have sex. In fact, not that there seems to be any risk of this, you cannot refuse, since that would be refusing Herself. Your penis will be inside my hosted vagina, and you'll ejaculate inside of me, probably many times. I'm not on leaf, and it's been about two weeks since my last period, so chances are you'll impregnate me. If not tonight, then sometime in the next few days. I'll start taking pregnancy tests in two weeks, but I'm guessing I'll only need to take the one."

Jonas was too hyped up to focus on the flood of details Sarah had just so succinctly provided, even though a voice in the back of his head wondered what a 'period' was. "I just... I can't believe it!"

"Does it scare you, or sound weird?"

"No! Just too much good luck to believe possible. It would make me happy."

Sarah tried to calm herself, but was only partially successful. She took Jonas by the shoulder, and angled him towards herself. She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. "It will make me happy too," she said.

Just then Jonas' stomach growled, and Sarah took the interruption as an opportunity to change the topic. "Would you like me to make you some dinner? We could just order something; it's on the government's drachma. But I brought groceries in case you'd prefer a home cooked meal."

"Could I help?" Jonas asked.

Sarah put a hand to her chest. "Help cook? Don't you want to relax?"

"I'm used to cooking with Mom Aimee. I'll be your sous chef, if you don't mind."

Sarah felt a pleasant warmth spread across her chest. "Okay!"

A flaw with the plan became evident the moment they stood up. Jonas had a large, awkward bulge in his pants. It extended down his right leg. "Jonas honey, I think we have a problem."

The red-faced boy looked down sheepishly. "Yeah."

"Don't feel bad. It's a healthy reaction to being with a naked woman." Sarah paused before continuing. "This may be putting the cart before the ox, but I think we need to have sex, so your penis can relax. Then we we can cook together. You're going to be very uncomfortable moving about the kitchen as you are now. So, I know you're hungry, but can you hold out for a bit longer?"

"Okay."

'He looks so shy,' Sarah thought.

Out loud, she said, "Would you like to undress or would you like me to help you?"

Jonas could barely hear her, as it felt like blood was rushing through his eardrums. The idea of his math teacher undressing him was far too exciting to say no to. "That sounds nice if you could do it."

"Okay!" Sarah walked slowly towards the young man. She put a hand on his chest, intending to begin unbuttoning his shirt. Then she happened to look up at his face. He was so close, she could feel his breath.

'I could get lost in those brown eyes,' she thought.

Sarah had not, at first, taken any special notice of Jonas when his senior year started. The boy, already eighteen at the time, had a muscular physique, but his face was unmemorable. He soon stood out, however, as her best student. She began to spend more time with him when one of her colleagues in the math department suggested she pick him to be her teaching assistant. She had never had a strong preference for men with handsome faces. So Jonas' broad, open features grew on her, to the point where she thought about him more and more often. Now he was right in front of her, and her naked body was on full display.

On impulse, she stood on the balls of her feet and kissed him on the lips. It was a brief peck, but her large, bare breast pressed into his firm chest. Jonas' eyes went wide as he received his first ever romantic kiss from a woman. Her soft cleavage also pushed into his torso.

"Was that okay?" Sarah asked, feeling strangely shy.

"Mm-hmm."

"Can I kiss you again?"

"Yeah."

Sarah moved forward once more. Their lips touched. Jonas clearly was not used to kissing. "Open your mouth a little, Jonas honey." The next time their lips met, she darted her tongue inside. She wrapped her hands around the back of his head. It felt like a fountain of heat was overflowing within her body. Jonas did not seem to mind her invasive tongue, so Sarah began to kiss him deeply. She pushed him onto the couch and straddled him. His cock was making a mound down one of his pant legs. "Spread your legs." He did so and she shifted so that her legs were wrapped around that one leg. She ground her pussy against the bulge there.

Now he was kissing her back, inexpertly jousting with his tongue. Sarah continued to grind her hips against his erection as their tongues intertwined.

"You can put your hands on my chest if you want," Sarah said breathlessly, and Jonas immediately began to massage her soft mounds. She dove back into French kissing him, swiveling her hips with greater and greater intensity. Her vulva was rubbing hard against the clothed dick, and she soon felt a familiar sensation, as if she had to pee. Before she knew it, her left thigh began to shake. She plunged her tongue deeper into the boy's willing mouth and an intense orgasm wracked her body.

A small voice in the back of her mind wondered what was going on. Sarah didn't normally climax from this type of stimulation. She couldn't remember the last time she'd come without a penis, dildo or fingers inside the vaginal canal she hosted for Aphrodite.

Jonas could barely think straight. He knew little about sex, beyond some basic medical facts they learned about in school. His moms had male visitors several times a week, but whatever they did together was confined to their locked, soundproof bedroom. He had once heard one of his moms, in a moment of inattention, related sex to fireworks going off. Between his crush kissing him passionately, the feel of her soft cleavage in his hands, and her crotch grinding against his swollen cock, he couldn't have described how he was feeling other than fireworks going off all over his body.

He was made aware of Sarah's climax as her whole body began to shake and her tongue probed his mouth with furious urgency, as if she were trying to consume him. He lost all control and began cumming, too, his downward-facing cock soaking the side of his leg above and below his knee.

As Sarah relaxed from her climax, she could feel the bulge she'd been grinding against pulsate, then soften. 'He came too,' she thought. The voice in the back of her mind told her she should stop kissing him and help him clean up, but she ignored it, pressing her body further into his and giving him no relief for her relentless assault on his mouth.

Another ten minutes of groping and kissing went by before both of the two new lovers' stomachs started to growl with greater intensity than before. Sighing, she pulled back and stood up.

"Sorry we didn't have sex, honey. I hope that you're not too disappointed? I promise you'll be inside me soon."

"That was amazing, Sarah! The best thing I've ever done."

"You haven't felt anything yet! Let's get you out of those clothes!" she said. His white shirt was drenched in sweat, and she could see a large dark patch on his right leg. He rose from the couch.

'Jonas's cum really flew,' she thought, noting that the stain was farther down his pants leg than she had expected. She idly tried to imagine the geometry of the situation.

Sarah sucked in a breath after taking off his shirt. 'You can tell he's on the weightlifting team!' She traced her hands down his highly developed pecs and then his washboard abs. It took all her willpower not to push him back down onto the couch. Instead she got down on her knees, undid his belt and started tugging off his wool pants.

As she worked the scratchy and stained material down, she first revealed the base of his dick and the heavy testicles behind it. 'He's one of those guys with a wide one,' she thought, trying to remember if, among the many males she'd had intercourse with, any of their penises had been quite so thick around. Her jaw hung slacker and slacker as she continued to disrobe the young man. 'Where's the end of this fucking thing?' she thought. The tip wasn't exposed until the waist of his trousers was around three quarters of the way down his upper thigh.

The naked woman rocked back on her heels. "What..." she said, trailing off.

"Teacher Sarah, are you okay?"

"I... I..."

"Do you need some water?"

"Jonas, where'd you get that thing?" Sarah's limp finger was pointing at his rod.

"I was born with it, unless there's something in Book Three I don't know about?" Jonas' brow furrowed. "Something wrong?" He had only seen penises depicted in textbook illustrations. There wasn't anything unusual about his, based on the cartoonish depictions there.

"Not wrong, no. It's a wonderful penis. And I've seen many. It's just, also, well, on the big side, honey."

"It is? I don't know what's normal."

"That," she said, pointing more firmly now, "is not normal. It's like your sire may have been part horse."

"Oh," Jonas said, the elation that had built up in his chest dissipating, like air leaving a popped balloon. "Does this mean we can't have sex?"

"Of course we're having sex, honey. I just wasn't prepared for this."

"You have to prepare for a big penis?"

"A little, yes, but that's not what I meant. I meant mentally. Now if I were pregnant--" she said, then trailed off. "That's a good point, you have a perfect penis for the third trimester."

School had barely covered this aspect of reproduction. "What's the third trimester?"

"It's the final three months of being pregnant, honey. Aphrodite's vaginas become more and more stretchy as the carrier gets further in Her pregnancy. So six months from now I'll be able to take your entire penis inside of me."

'And it will feel fucking fantastic,' Sarah added, to herself.

Jonas' face brightened perceptibly at her words, but it still looked like he was about to cry. "Is anyone going to want to have sex with me when they're not six months pregnant?"

Sarah's heart felt like it was about to burst. 'Idiot Sarah! Stupid!' she chastised herself internally.

"Jonas. Your cock is amazing. I'm sorry my reaction worried you, but please forget I acted that way! I was just surprised, is all! I've never seen one so giant. Tonight I'm going to take as much of it inside me as I can, you're going to cum inside me, and you and I are going to get Her pregnant, okay?"

Jonas still didn't look convinced, and Sarah's heart felt like it was about burst. She dropped to her knees and lifted his heavy member with both hands. In a moment of distraction, she traced a thick blue vein from the base down to the halfway point, then tried to wrap the thumb and forefinger of one hand around its cross section at that point. She needed fingers from both hands in order to reach around its full circumference. Shaking her head, she bent down further and placed gentle kisses along its length, lingering with her tongue on its fat head. She tasted Jonas' cum on his flesh and smiled. The massive organ twitched slightly. 'When was the last time I licked a cock?' The only instance she could remember was more than three years earlier, when she had helped clean up a man's dripping penis after he'd cum inside of her. It had been especially hot fucking and she had done it on impulse. Her wives were shocked when they saw it. None of them had ever so much as kissed a penis, let alone taken one inside their mouths.

"See?" she said, looking up into Jonas' eyes. "I love your penis already, honey, I really do." Her hand stroked its length idly. Her trainee's features relaxed, and a wave of relief flooded Sarah's body, making her realize just how nervous her faux pas had made her. "Now let's do evening prayer, then make dinner. And then make Her a baby."

With that, the duo faced Mt. Parnassus, as indicated by a silver metal sliver embedded in one of the walls, fell to their knees and performed the ritual, as both of them had done for as long as either one could remember.

X X X X

There was a surreal quality to the cool dusk air as Samantha and Alice walked, hand in hand, along the winding footpath that led to their dorm. They were part of a loose train of girls, all with bare bottom halves. Gradually, the train thinned out, as people peeled off along paths that led to their assigned dormitories.

"It's like we're in Wonderland," Samantha said, referring to the famous book, one of the few outside works that wasn't censored into unreadability, or else outright banned.

"You even have a real-life Alice with you," Alice said.

"Your titties are bigger."

"A lot bigger." Alice briefly hefted her breasts.

Another ten minutes went by before a sign along the path indicated they were entering the Rose section. Beta House was an expansive, one-story building, consisting of a circular central hub with long, rectangular wings radiating outwards. It resembled a giant starfish. Balloons were tied to a pair of petal-shaped doors which led to the central part of the building. Other girls were walking towards them, so the pair followed along.

They gave their names at a folding desk, where a young woman with a walkie-talkie was waiting with a clipboard. She made nametags to stick to their shirts. "Great, it looks like you're in seventh wing. Your RA is Greta; that's her over there! She'll have a nametag on too. She's super sweet, you'll love her!"

The central hub building had a long, circular outer hallway. It was presently being used as a staging area for orientation. Many groups, each consisting of around fifteen to seventeen girls, were spread out on the floor.

Samantha and Alice soon found Greta, who was sitting on the edge of a chair. Her legs were spread and her shorts did not cover her crotch, leaving nothing to the imagination. She had slightly plump thighs, and a carefully trimmed bush that went all around her vulva. Her anus was exposed, too, a perfectly clean rosebud.

On the floor in front of her were twelve young women, sitting on blankets that had been spread out to prevent their bare flesh from having to make contact with the cold tile floor. Samantha noticed that some of the girls looked visibly distraught, as if they had been crying. Others looked amused, or, like herself, excited.

Once the fifteenth girl arrived, Greta began to talk. "Great, you're all here! Hi, I'm Greta! I'm a second year student here and I'm also going to be your Residence Assistant, but everyone just says RA. You're all in Wing Seven." She gestured vaguely behind herself, towards the entrance to one of the wings that radiated out from the main one.