And there came two angels to Sodom at even; and Lot sat in the gate of Sodom: and Lot seeing them rose up to meet them; and he bowed himself with his face toward the ground; and he said, “Behold now, my lords, turn in, I pray you, into your servant's house, and tarry all night, and wash your feet, and ye shall rise up early, and go on your ways.”
And they turned in unto him, and entered into his house; and he made them a feast, and did bake unleavened bread, and they did eat.
~
“Momma?”
“Yes, dear?” said the woman. They were sitting on a desert
mount overlooking the Plain of Sodom, watching the sun set.
“Tell me a story,” said the girl. She was sixteen
years old, slight of build, with bright green eyes which sparkled beneath her
headdress. Under her sky-blue cloak, her fingers fiddled with her silver
betrothal ring, as she lay with her head in her mother’s lap.
“What story shall I tell you, dear?” answered her
mother, as she stroked the ends of her daughter’s long brown hair. The woman
was strong-boned and handsome, her once-soft face lined by years of desert
living. The shadow cast by the salt-rock formation known as Lot’s Wife
lengthened slowly behind them as they sat.
“Tell me the story of Ado and her daughters,” said the
daughter, grinning cheekily, her eyes twinkling.
“Oh darling, why always that story? You can hear it at
Temple.”
“Oh, but your version is better. Your version is
special. They don’t tell it your way at Temple.”
“I should think not!” grinned the mother. “All right,
my cheeky girl. But I will start from the Scroll. And be good whilst I speak:
you know what I mean?”
“Yes, Momma,” pouted the girl, removing her arms from
under her cloak and folding them in plain view over her chest.
“Good. Now listen carefully…” The woman took a deep
breath, gazed out over the desert plain, and recited:
~
Before they lay down, the men of the city,
even the men of Sodom, compassed the house round, both old and young, all the
people from every quarter. And they called unto Lot, and said unto him, “Where
are the two men which came in to thee this night? Bring them out unto us, that
we may know them.”
And Lot went out at the door unto them, and
said, “I pray you, brethren, do not so wickedly. Behold now, I have two
daughters which have not known man; let me, I pray you, bring them out unto
you, and do ye to them as is good in your eyes.”
Lot’s wife was Ado, and she was beautiful, and Lot thought
he loved her deeply. She heard Lot’s offer to the wicked men of Sodom, and though
she knew that her daughters had known man, still she grieved sorely in her
heart. And she said to Lot, “Husband, suffer not our daughters to be given up
to these men. They will use them ill, and discard them like so much chaff.”
“My wife,” replied Lot, “it is better this way. For
these two angels are from God. How can we allow them to be taken unnaturally by
the men of this city? Our daughters are beautiful: surely the men will treat
them with respect.” And he called his two daughters, Hannah and Paltith, and
said to them “My daughters, go out to the men of the city and let them do to
you as is good in their eyes. For it is surely the Lord’s will that His messengers
not be ill-used by the men of Sodom.”
At first the daughters were silent. But they thought
to themselves: “We have already made the son of Haran drink wine, and lain with
him. Our mother knows the truth: that we know how to seek our own pleasure.”
And Paltith spoke first, feigning obedience: “If it is
the Lord’s will, then, father, we will do as you say.” And she was sixteen
years of age.
Hannah spoke next, feigning piety: “We seek nothing
greater than to do the will of the Lord Almighty, and the angels whom He has
sent to us. We will submit ourselves to the men of Sodom.” And she was
seventeen years of age.
And Ado wept – for she knew what the men of that city were
like. And she feared that they would cause her daughters to suffer greatly, and
that the pain in their souls, and hers, would be beyond comprehension. She knew
what her daughters had done in their father’s bed – but she wished to protect
them from the foibles of brutal men. “Please, my husband, spare our daughters;
send me instead. I will give myself up to save our girls from the wickedness of
these men.”
“My wife,” replied Lot, “these men want young virgins for
their pleasure. They will not be fobbed off with one such as yourself.” For he
knew not what had come to pass in his drunkenness. And, turning to his
daughters, he said, “Hannah and Paltith, strip yourselves naked, and go without
to the square, that the men of Sodom may do to you as is good in their eyes, so
that our angel guests may eat and drink and sleep sound tonight.”
The sun was setting as Hannah and Paltith went out.
Hannah was slender and tall. Her skin was fair and her long hair a ruddy brown,
bleached by the sun. Her breasts were small and pert, and her delicate nipples
turned heavenwards. Between her legs her down was soft and sparse, through
which her tight lips peeped invitingly. Paltith was shorter, her body rounded
and luscious. Her hair and skin were dark, and a rich black bush concealed her
moist vulva. Her breasts were large, and jiggled as she walked.
Ado watched from the roof of the house, whimpering in
fear and dread.
“Hey, Cush, Eglon – look what we have here!” called
one of the Sodomite crowd, a short stocky man dressed in brown robes, with a
big red lopsided runny nose. His voice was as slovenly as his appearance: “Two
fuckable little sluts! What say you?” He began to remove his outer garment; his
erection, lopsided too, poked through the fabric of his under-tunic below his
large belly.
“I wanted boys, Sisera,” croaked a second man, huge
and brutally built under his green woollen mantle, “not girls! I want to fuck ass,
not cunt!” He had a huge scar slashed across his face, and an empty socket
where one eye should have been. “Hey, Lot!” he called mockingly towards the
door. “Keep your daughters! Send us those two pretty boys with the funny wings
and tight asses!”
“Stop being so fussy, Eglon!” said a third man in a
weedy voice. Tall and thin, those teeth that he still had were yellow and
protruded unevenly from his jaw. “Get used to pussy, like the rest of the
world!” He had already removed his clothes and was stroking his long
mushroom-head cock with slick bony fingers. “Come here, my beauty,” he beckoned
to Hannah. “You’re the kind I like.” Hannah approached dutifully, and the man
grabbed her by the crotch, curling two fingers roughly into her cunt. Hannah squealed
– and all the men laughed.
The tall man, Cushan-Rishathaim by name, grabbed
Hannah’s neck, squeezing her jaw tight so that her lips formed a painful
grimace. He spoke roughly into her mouth, his breath reeking of wine and goats’
cheese. “Your father sent you out here to get fucked, girl. You know what that
means?”
Hannah nodded meekly. “Yes sir – and we will do it in
obedience to him.”
“Well then, down on all fours, bitch, and stick your
ass up in the air.” Hannah did as commanded, kneeling in the dirt. Her soft
thatch of down glistened in the late evening glow, lighting the way to her
moist cunt – which Cushan-Rishathaim began to fuck from behind, panting all the
while like a yellow-fanged dog. Hannah moaned as she felt her honeyed walls
loosen and welcome the long cock in, till his loose balls began to slap against
thighs.
Sisera beckoned Paltith to him. “You have lovely big tits,
girl. Kneel down so I can fuck them.” Feigning duty to God and his angels,
Paltith did as he commanded. Sisera’s cock was thick and strong, and he blew
snot from his nose to lubricate it, before burying it between the girl’s luscious
flowing breasts. Paltith used her hands to push them together, extending her
tongue to moisten the uncircumcised glans, which began to poke at her soft red lips.
The man gasped with the double pleasure – then lifted his cock away from the
girl’s tits and began to ram his cock deeper into her mouth.
“Open wide, my beauty,” leered Sisera, his mouth and
nose drooling with anticipation. “This cock will reach the bottom of your
throat before it fucks your cunt.” Paltith opened wide, sticking out her tongue
flat so the cock could begin to drive deep into her gullet. Saliva splashed and
flowed from her wide red lips, dribbling down her chest, and forming great beaded
ropes which dangled obscenely from Sisera’s fat shaft.
Ado continued to watch from her rooftop, whimpering
and weeping for her daughters. It was dark now, and the city square was lit by
the flicker of torches. All the men of Sodom were there now, lured out of their
houses by the noise – watching, ogling, and cat-calling. Those that were not
carrying torches had their cocks out, and were stroking them lustfully as they
leered at the filthy scene which was unfolding before their eyes. But indoors Lot
continued to entertain his angel guests, waiting on them hand and foot, with
unleavened bread, bitter herbs, and wine.
Amongst the Sodomite men now gathered was the great scarred
brute Eglon, who removed his cloak and his undergarment to reveal his cock:
huge and thick, uncut, purple at the head, with prominent blue veins which made
it seem rough-hewn as the rocks of the desert. “I don’t fuck cunt,” declared
Eglon. “Come here, sluts, and if you know what’s good for you, lubricate my
cock well before I ram it up one of your asses.”
Hannah and Paltith crawled obediently over to the giant,
gasping at the size of his huge rough shaft which waggled threateningly before
their faces. Sisera and Cushan-Rithathaim followed, both sinking their cocks
into the girls’ cunts from behind, gasping with pleasure at the embrace of
their warm, wet, slippery fuck-holes.
The girls knelt facing each other on opposite sides of
Eglon’s huge member. They said nothing, but knew what to do so that the
Sodomite monster would be able to look down and see them pleasuring his cock
from both sides. Initially it was their lips alone which nibbled Eglon’s rod, but
soon they opened their mouths wider so that their lips met, squashing together
to make a moist seal which they slid back and forth along his shaft, leaving it
glistening with a thin film of saliva. Then their tongues began to tickle
around the underside of the cock, so that little strings of spit formed which
stretched and dangled from his rod. “Good, good, you filthy bitches! Where did
you learn to do that?” roared Eglon, as he watched the two hot tongues slobber
and snake around his cock.
“We honour our father,” answered Hannah, moving around
to face Eglon from the front.
“Yes, and we follow the word of our Lord,” said Paltith,
shifting positions so that she now crouched below Eglon’s cock, looking
straight up into his ugly disfigured face as she sucked his huge balls into her
mouth, one at a time, and then both together. In the meantime, Hannah opened
her mouth wide, swallowing the huge cock deep and beginning a long slow
drooling mouthfuck. Her spit dribbled off the shaft, splattering into Paltith’s
face below. Cushan-Rishathaim and Sisera continued to moan in pleasure as their
cocks pounded in and out of the girls’ hot cunts. The watching crowd cheered,
as they stroked their cocks.
Ado continued to weep for shame. But the angels,
burping contentedly as they reclined at their feast with Lot, asked:
“Hast thou here any besides? Whatsoever
thou hast in the city, bring them out of this place. For we will destroy this
place, because the cry of them is waxen great before the face of the Lord; and
the Lord hath sent us to destroy it. Arise, take thy wife, lest thou be
consumed in the iniquity of the city.”
And Lot called for his beloved Ado and said, “Make
haste, wife, we must flee. For these angels have come to destroy this city, and
with it all the evil and wickedness therein. We must away ere dawn breaks!”
“But – our daughters!” cried Ado. Are we to leave them
here to be destroyed whilst we flee to safety? I beg of you, husband, save our
daughters!”
But Lot replied, “It is well for us to obey the angels
– for they are sent to us from God.” And whilst he spoke, the angels ate and
drank, till their eyes were red and bleary, and their elegant biblical speech
began to slur: “Awize, take thy wife, lesht thou be conshumed in the
iniquititty of the shitty… er, titty… er, fuck… cityyyyyyyyy!” they sang.
Eglon’s cock was now well lubricated, and ready to fuck
asshole. He preferred men – for so he had been trained, like all men of Sodom –
but female ass was still beautiful to him. He chose Paltith, for her buttocks
were rounded and luscious, and he flipped her onto her knees and pressed his
huge cock-head against her winking brown starfish. Paltith groaned in
anticipation, before Eglon’s huge slippery cockhead bullied its way into her
asshole, pausing just inside her sphincter to bask in the glorious pleasure of
her tight entrance.
“Fuck my ass, you filthy brute,” muttered the girl.
“Go on, punish me for who I am, daughter of Lot, disciple of the Lord Almighty.
For you filthy Sodomite scum will perish at the hands of our God – and we shall
yet multiply as the stars of the heaven, and as the sand which is upon the sea
shore; thus saith the Lord.”
All the Sodomite men laughed uproariously at her
speech, as Eglon lunged, his huge cock brutally penetrating the girl’s
shit-hole until his heavy balls slapped against her cunt. She screamed in
ecstasy:
I will praise thee, O Lord, with my whole
heart; I will shew forth all thy marvellous works. I will be glad and rejoice
in thee: I will sing praise to thy name, O thou most High. For thou hast destroyed
the wicked, thou hast put out their name for ever and ever. Thou hast destroyed
cities; their memorial is perished with them.
The men of Sodom jeered at her foreign prayer. For
they had no fear of the Lord, and worshipped strange gods.
Meanwhile, Sisera and Cushan-Rishathaim picked Hannah
up and tossed her onto her back on top of a flat rock, her legs spread-eagled
and her head hanging upside-down off the end of the slab. Cushan-Rishathaim
pulled Hannah’s hair back so that he could slide his long cock into her pale
throat, watching with a yellow toothy grin as his shaft gradually slid deeper
and deeper – making it look as if she were swallowing a viper, he thought – until
his balls slapped against her nose and eyes. At the same time, Sisera parted
the soft down of her vulva with his thick bent cock and began to fuck deep into
her wet cunt, rubbing her clit roughly with his clumsy snotty hand.
Ado watched in horror from her dark corner on the roof.
“My daughters, my daughters!” she wept – before coming below to plead with Lot
and with the angels: “My lords, let me save my daughters! My husband, I beg of you,
save them!” But by now her husband was as drunk as his divine guests – intoxicated
with wine, with self-righteousness, and with the reflected glory of his omnipotent
God. And he waved her away, calling out to Heaven, “Thou hasht deshtwoyed the
wicked, thou hasht put out their name, thou hasht deshtroyed titties… er,
shitties… er… oh fuck…”
In the city square, Hannah and Paltith cried out with
pleasure and triumph. For they knew that they were being faithful to their
father, and their Lord, and His angels. And as Hannah felt Sisera’s thick lopsided
cock grind against her clit, her cunt spasmed, and she came, moaning ecstatically
through her throatful of cock and slime. Soon Sisera’s warm cum splashed
exuberantly against her cervix and, as he withdrew his cock, dribbled out
between her fucked-out cunt-lips. Finally, against her tongue Hannah felt Cushan-Rishathaim’s
mushroom glans twitch and buck, releasing his salty cream into her mouth. She
swirled it around joyously, webs of cum adorning the spaces between her lips,
tongue and fingers.
Meanwhile, Eglon’s huge cock swelled even larger and
began to explode, pulsating over and over and filling the depths of Paltith’s rectum
with his cream. As he pulled out, she tightened her gaping asshole and farted a
thick spray of cum upwards towards the night sky; it splattered around Eglon’s
softening cock, and rained back down onto her buttocks, whence it dribbled down
her ass-crack, into and around her swollen hairy cunt. She turned over, curling
three fingers into her asshole to retrieve a handful of cum, which she rubbed
lasciviously into her creamy vulva – until she too came, her scream of ecstasy
filling the night sky: “OH GOD! OH FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”
But the angels laid hold upon Lot’s hand,
and upon the hand of his wife; the Lord being merciful unto him: and they
brought them forth, and set them without the city.
Ado turned and, from the hill just outside the city
gates, saw her daughters, lit by the light of the Sodomite torches, now lying
naked on the bare dirt in the square, head to head, face to face, tongue to
tongue. Eglon, Cushan-Rishathaim and Sisera stood back admiring the scene whilst
licking each other’s cocks clean. The other men of Sodom took it in turns to
stand above Hannah and Paltith, jerking their cocks hard, spraying their hot loads
over the girls’ faces. At first their semen adorned the girls delicately,
splattering their hair and cheeks and lips, making them seem even more
beautiful than usual. But as each new row of Sodomite abusers took its turn to
empty their balls, the girls’ beauty became ever more obscured, until Hannah
and Paltith seemed barely human: a filthy, squirming, stinking, wriggling mess
of man-cum, amidst which their tangling tongues were barely distinguishable,
and their features were drowned in the creamy white fruit of their abusers’
lust.
And it came to pass, when they had brought
Lot and his wife forth abroad, that the angels said, “Escape for thy life; look
not behind thee, neither stay thou in all the plain; escape to the mountain,
lest thou be consumed.”
And Lot said unto them, “Behold now, thy
servant hath found grace in thy sight, and thou hast magnified thy mercy, which
thou hast shewed unto me in saving my life.”
Then the Lord rained upon Sodom brimstone
and fire from the Lord out of heaven; and he overthrew that city, and all the
plain, and all the inhabitants of the city, and that which grew upon the
ground.
“Look not behind thee!” repeated the angels, “escape
to the mountain, lest thou be consumed!” But Ado heard it not, for she loved
her daughters greatly, and she wept for them.
And Lot’s wife looked back, and she became
a pillar of salt.
And so it is written in the Wisdom of Solomon: Of
the wickedness of Sodom even to this day the waste land that smoketh is a
testimony, and plants bearing fruit that never come to ripeness. And a standing
pillar of salt is a monument to an unbelieving soul.
~
“And that, my dear, is my version of the legend of
Ado, wife of Lot, mother of Hannah and Paltith. But I don’t believe what Solomon
wrote. Ado is not a monument to an unbelieving soul, but a monument to the love
of a mother, to the selfishness of husbands, and to the brutality of men. Ado
turned to salt because she wept so many tears…”
There was silence, as mother and daughter sat. Behind
them was the Salt Sea, deep and dead; in front, the Plain of Sodom, barren and
deserted. To their right on the mount stood the pillar of salt, casting its
long shadow backwards. And in front of them the sun was making its nightly
acceleration toward the horizon.
“Come, we must go, my love: your father will be home
soon, and we must prepare him food.”
“You go ahead, Momma. I’ll be there in a minute,” said
the daughter.
“All right, my love. Be good now – and come soon.” The
mother turned and hurried homewards along the ridge.
The daughter sat, watching as the sun touched the
horizon and its gleam suddenly spread horizontally, lighting up the fertile
plains which lay in the distance, and beyond them the sea. Through a gap in the
rocks, a last ray of sunlight fell on the pillar of salt. And the girl heard a
voice.
“You are beautiful, child,” the voice said. “As beautiful
as mine were.”
“Do you still miss them?” asked the girl.
“I am still standing here, waiting for them. I miss
their joyous voices, crying out in pleasure.”
“I cry out in pleasure at their story, Ado. Sometimes
at night, under the sheets, I feel my wetness and tell myself the story of
Hannah and Paltith.”
“Feel your wetness now, my child. Cry out in pleasure
for me.”
The girl reached under her dress. Her cunt was still
wet from hearing the tale from her mother’s lips. She curled two fingers
inwards, releasing a sticky web of juice which clung to her as she brought her
hand up to her face and inhaled her young fragrance.
“You are good, my child,” came the voice. “Taste it
for me.” The girl formed her fingers into a ‘V’ and licked delicately between
them. The savour was sweet, and she could not resist sucking her fingers deep
into her mouth, to revel in the pungent flavour of her own sex.
“Do you see why the men of Sodom desired Hannah and Paltith?”
said the voice. “Do you see why the angels sacrificed them that we might
escape?” The voice cracked in anguish. “And do you see… do you see why I turned
back?” The girl heard weeping.
“I am so sorry, Ado. What can I do for you?”
“Come for me, my child. Let me hear your cries of
pleasure – as I did theirs as I left Sodom that night.”
The girl hesitated, then curled her fingers back into
her cunt, feeling them slippery between her fuck-lips. She withdrew them, then
reached further around, painting cunt-juice on the pucker of her brown hole,
before gently pushing her middle finger inwards. She gasped, as her sphincter
clenched in surprise, before loosening so that her finger could explore more
deeply, waggling back and forth, feeling her fundament open for her.
The girl hitched up her dress and shamelessly spread
her legs to the sunset, propping her feet high on a pair of rocks. One hand frigged
her cunt, and the thumb of that same hand rubbed her swelling clit – even as a
finger of the other hand wriggled inside her asshole. Soon she was coming,
crying out in pleasure, her cries echoing across the Plain of Sodom and through
the Desert of Judaea, where once Hannah and Paltith had been abused and
ravished and pleasured by the wicked men of the city, whilst their drunken father,
guided by angels, had fled the wrath of God.
Slowly, peace returned. The girl licked her fingers,
tasting the fragrance of both her holes, and then removing her betrothal ring
to lick it clean and wipe it on her dress.
“You are taken to wife, then, my child?” asked Ado
from her pillar.
“Yes. I go to his house next month.” replied the girl.
“You will have to pleasure him, my child. Do you know
how?” asked the voice.
“I think so, Ado. My mother has taught me.”
“I thought so too, when I was your age,” replied the
voice. “But men gain pleasure by causing suffering. For their lives are one
long suffering – a yearning for power and domination and righteousness which
will never, in this world, be satisfied. We women have to find our peace – and
sometimes our pleasure – amidst their brutality.”
The girl sat in silence for a while.
“Thank you, Ado. Peace be with you,” she whispered.
“Peace be with you, my child,” said the voice.
And the sun set.
EPISODE TWO
Went Samson down to the vineyards of
Timnath: and, behold, a young lion roared against him. And the Spirit of the
Lord came mightily upon him, and he rent him as he would have rent a kid.
And after a time he returned, and, behold,
there was a swarm of bees and honey in the carcase of the lion. And he said, “Out
of the eater came forth meat, and out of the strong came forth sweet.”
~
It was Tuesday morning in the Yeshivas Rabbeinu
Yitzhak de Klootzak, on the outskirts of Nijmegen, when Rabbi Eliezer Eikel
marched smartly into his class and, with a cursory touch of the mezuzah
on the way, announced: “Today, boys, we are starting a new topic: Akedah!”
A general hubbub of bewilderment emerged from the
assembled boys, before one of them put up his hand. He did not wait to be
called upon before dissenting: “But Rabbi, we have spent the past three months
studying the Akedah: there’s nothing new about that.”
There was a sharp intake of breath from the other students,
who knew that if any of them had dared to be so insolent, they would have instantly
felt the wrath of the Rabbi on their buttocks. But Naphtali was, they knew, the
favoured one – even to the extent of being able to challenge their teacher in
public without punishment. Nevertheless, the tension was palpable as they awaited
Eliezer’s response.
The Rabbi, instead of reacting with ire, chuckled
indulgently, his large rugged body jiggling with delight, tongue clicking
behind his long dark beard. “Ah, Naphtali, you are so clever and so pretty –
but you have so much yet to learn. Did you really think there was only one Akedah
in the Tanakh?”
Naphtali, slender and slight, with dark curly payot
framing his thin face, looked as puzzled as everyone else.
“What is the greatest lesson of the Akedah of Isaac?”
pressed Eliezer.
“To be bound to the will of Hashem,” replied
the boy. “That is why Isaac replied to the divine command: Hineni –
‘Here I am’.”
“Yes, Naphtali, well said. But have you not read the midrashim
of Rabbi Yitzhak de Klootzak? Who else is there in Scripture who constantly sought
to be bound by the will of Adonai?”
All the boys laboured to disguise their sideways half-grimaces,
hoping that this lesson was not going where they feared. But it was – for Eliezer
answered his own question: “Listen then, boys, while I read to you…”
~
Then went Samson to Gaza, and saw there an
harlot, and went in unto her.
And the Philistines came up unto her, and
said unto her, “Entice him, and see wherein his great strength lieth, and by
what means we may bind him to afflict him; and we will give thee eleven hundred
pieces of silver.”
And Delilah said to Samson, “Tell me, I
pray thee, wherein thy great strength lieth, and wherewith thou mightest be
bound to afflict thee.”
And Samson said unto her, “If they bind me
with seven green withs that were never dried, then shall I be weak, and be as
another man.”
Then the Philistines brought up to her
seven green withs which had not been dried, and she bound him with them.
“Akedah!” whimpered Samson as he lay on his bed.
“Akedah!” Nothing pleased him more than the soft caress of green withs
against his bare skin. He was a man of righteousness, and wished, like Isaac of
old, to be bound by the will of the Lord. But now his thick strong cock was
erect, and Delilah gasped with joy as she beheld his purple glans throbbing
with desire, and she licked the first drops of male nectar from his frenulum
with the tip of her tongue.
Soon her lips made the descent down his shaft,
nibbling, squeezing, caressing until her tongue wrapped around his testicles,
tasted the hairy pungency of his perineum, felt his throbbing cockhead against
her tonsils. And when his balls spasmed and cum flooded her mouth, she
whimpered with delight and swilled the precious salty-sweet liquid around,
before letting it caress the inside of her throat all the way down.
Now there were men lying in wait, abiding
with her in the chamber. And she said unto him, “The Philistines be upon thee,
Samson!” And he brake the withs, as a thread of tow is broken when it toucheth
the fire. So his strength was not known.
And Delilah said unto Samson, “Behold,
thou hast mocked me, and told me lies: now tell me, I pray thee, wherewith thou
mightest be bound.”
And he said unto her, “If they bind me
fast with new ropes that never were occupied, then shall I be weak, and be as another
man.”
Delilah therefore took new ropes, and
bound him therewith.
Soon
her cunt engulfed his cock whole and entire. She felt her gash fill with his
strong stiff fuck-meat, felt her hot wet pussy-lips slide effortlessly down his
cock, felt his dickhead nudge against her cervix. And so she fucked him, her
large dark tits jiggling as she slid her pussy up and down, till his cock was
wet and slimy with their shared pleasure, and her fuck-juices dribbled down
onto his throbbing balls. And when his cock exploded and his cum splashed
against her honeyed fuck-walls, she moaned with pleasure, her cunt spasming
with delight, cervix dipping in and out of his hot cum, revelling in the
sensation of his man-cream swishing around her deep hot fuck-tunnel.
And she said unto him, “The Philistines be
upon thee, Samson!” And there were liers in wait abiding in the chamber. And he
brake them from off his arms like a thread.
“And Delilah said unto Samson, “Hitherto
thou hast mocked me, and told me lies. How canst thou say, ‘I love thee,’ when
thine heart is not with me? Tell me wherewith thou mightest be bound.”
And he told her all his heart, and said
unto her, “I have been a Nazarite unto God from my mother’s womb: if I be
shaven, then my strength will go from me, and I shall become weak, and be like
any other man.”
And Delilah sent and called for the
Philistines, saying, “Come up this once, for he hath shewed me all his heart.”
Then the Philistines came up unto her, and brought money in their hand.
“Akedah!” whimpered Samson that night. “Akedah!”
“Later, Samson, later,” whispered Delilah. “For this
night shalt thou fuck me as no man hath ever before. And so canst thou say, ‘I
love thee,’ for thou hast shewed me all thy heart.” And she knelt on all fours
on the dirt floor, lifting her arse up to the heavens saying: “Fuck my arse,
Samson! And when thou hast filled my fundament with thy cum, then shall I bind
thee tighter than ever.”
“Tighter than ever?” moaned Samson, as he beheld the
beauty of her winking anus and felt his cock stiffen and throb as never before.
“Tighter than ever, my Samson,” crooned Delilah, “like
Isaac on Mount Moriah – that thou shalt ne’er escape. Thou shalt be bound with
ropes unbreakable, e’en fetters of brass, that thou be helpless in my hands,
powerless in my presence, weak as woman before man.”
“Oh yes, my beautiful harlot!” cried Samson, as he
beheld her spread her buttocks with both palms, so that her arsehole gaped and
pulsated with more allure than ever. “Let me be bound so, that I may never
escape thy power, thy love. Let me be thine forever!” He gazed into her hot
stinking rectum, and desired nothing more than to plunge his cock in deep.
“So ream my arse, Samson,” screeched Delilah. “Fuck my
hot shitcunt, and then shalt thou be mine!”
And Samson lunged, ramming his huge throbbing shaft
into the harlot’s filthy depths. And Delilah screamed with pleasure as she felt
his massive cock-head touch bottom deep in her arse, felt her sphincter stretch
with pleasure and pain, felt her dirt-hole full to the brim with pounding,
throbbing fuck-meat.
And so he fucked her, his cock ramming mercilessly in
and out of her stinking depths, his throbbing balls slapping hard against her
dripping cunt-lips, as she screamed with joy and triumph: “Now shalt thou be
mine, Samson – for thou hast shewn me thy heart!”
Soon his cock exploded, and she felt his cream splash
against her maroon shit-walls. And yet he kept fucking, harder and harder, ramming
his creamy dripping shaft in and out of his beloved harlot’s gape, desperate
that the moment of anal ecstasy should never end. His cum squidged and dribbled
and bubbled in her shitter, dripped down her buttocks, dangled off her juicy
cunt-flaps, smeared down her thighs. And then, to the counterpoint of Delilah’s
cum-farts echoing melodiously round the chamber, Samson sang this psalm:
Make
a joyful noise unto the Lord, all the earth:
(fart)
make
a loud noise, and rejoice, and sing praise.
(faaart)
With
trumpets and sound of cornet make a joyful noise before the Lord!
(FAAAAAART!!!)
(Selah)
And when eventually he pulled his cock out of her, and
her arse gave a last long squelchy trump, Delilah reached down with her slender
fingers and slurped up the bubbling froth which dripped from her brown hole. Savouring
the warm creamy shithole taste, she smeared cum over her lips and chin, playing
with it with her long tongue, before eventually swallowing it all down with an
ecstatic whimper.
“Wilt bind me now, Delilah?” begged Samson.
“I shall, good Samson,” she grinned.
And she made him sleep upon her knees; and
she called for a man, and she caused him to shave off the seven locks of his
head; and his strength went from him.
And she said, “The Philistines be upon
thee, Samson!” And he awoke out of his sleep, and said, “I will go out as at
other times before, and shake myself.” And he wist not that the Lord was
departed from him.
But the Philistines took him, and put out
his eyes, and brought him down to Gaza, and bound him with fetters of brass. Then
the Philistines gathered them together for to offer a great sacrifice unto
Dagon their god, and to rejoice: for they said,
Our god hath delivered into our hands
our enemy,
and the destroyer of our country,
which slew many of us.
And the Philistines did drink, and dance, and make
merry. Their buxom maidens rejoiced, casting off their clothes and presenting
themselves to the high priests, who blessed them with wine and fucked them hard,
till they screeched in their drunkenness:
Our god hash dewivered into our cuntsh
our enemy,
and the deshtwoyer of our –
(oh fuck…)
Then the young men of Gaza came forward. Full of lust,
they fucked the maidens of Philistia in their arses, till they screeched with
pleasure and pain. Then knelt the maidens on the floor of the Temple of Dagon,
their faces turned upwards toward their foul and false god, mouths agape,
tongues drooling, eyes wild with desire and anticipation. And the young men and
the priests jerked their cocks so that their cum spurted out in jets, drowning
the lustful maidens in fuck-cream, till their features were so obscured by
semen that they seemed no longer human.
And it came to pass, when their hearts
were merry, that they called for Samson out of the prison house; and they set
him between the pillars. And Samson said unto the lad that held him by the
hand, “Suffer me that I may feel the pillars whereupon the house standeth, that
I may lean upon them.”
Then came forward Delilah, naked, shameless, and
scornful, the semen of many men adorning her beauteous face and large bouncing
breasts. Samson could not see her, for his eyes had been put out, but over the
din of the pagan orgy he heard her cry: “See, Samson, what a fool thou hast
been, to shew me thy heart, for naught but a brief fuck of my shithole! For now
thy heart is broken, and thou and thy God are defeated!”
And Samson wept, dry hard tears from his bloody sockets,
for he loved Delilah with a mad passion. “Akedah!” he cried. “Akedah!”
And Delilah laughed, for she thought he had gone mad.
“Thou art already bound, Samson – just as thou desiredst, with strong ropes and
fetters of brass!” But Samson desired her more than ever, and his cock began to
twitch and rise with rekindled lust.
“No, my beautiful harlot,” replied Samson, his head
bowed but his spirit indefatigable. “I call upon my Lord, to whom I was bound
as a Nazarite – that in His embrace I may once again do His will in Israel. Akedah!
AKEDAH!” And his cry echoed around the foul Temple of Dagon, briefly
stilling the blasphemies of the Philistine crowd.
Now Samson’s cock was hard again, stiff and huge and
rugged as it had been when he had fucked Delilah in his bed. And she marvelled
at him as she grasped his shaft with one slender hand. “Wilt fuck me again,
Samson?” she laughed. “Wilt plunge thy huge circumcised cock into my hot pagan
cunt? Wilt feel anew the pleasure of my slimy treacherous Philistine fuck-hole?”
She turned her bottom towards him and, pressing her dripping cunt-lips against
the bulging head of his erect cock, pushed backwards.
Thus bound between the pillars of the Temple, Samson’s
heart and cock raged with lust for Delilah, and yet more they raged with zeal
for the God of Israel to whom, he knew, he was bound more securely than he
could be by any Philistine mob. In his blindness he could not see Delilah, yet
he felt the exquisite caress of her dripping fuck-flesh squeezing his shaft,
smelt the heavenly pussy-perfume which wafted like flower-fragrance up to his
nostrils, and heard her cunt squelching and queefing as she cried out to him:
“Fuck me, Samson! Fuck my hot cunt as only thou, the indefatigable Nazarite,
can. Rend me the way thou rentst the lion asunder, for in me is the sweetest
honey of all!”
Samson, still bound and still blind, roared with
pleasure and praise as he plunged his cock into Delilah’s wet cunt:
Praise
God with the sound of the trumpet:
(little
queef)
Praise
Him with stringed instruments and organs.
(big
squelch)
Let
every thing that hath breath praise the Lord!
(huge
noisy dribbly cunt-fart)
(Selah)
The smell of Delilah’s cunt-honey drove Samson wild,
and the feeling of strong ropes and brass fetters drove him into ecstasy. Meanwhile,
the Philistines cheered and jeered in equal measure as they fucked each other,
so that the whole of the Temple became a seething writhing mass of hot wild
fucking bodies.
Soon Samson’s huge rugged cock exploded, filling
Delilah’s hot fuck-gash with his seed. And she screeched with pleasure and
triumph, as she felt his cum dribble down her leg.
But then Samson lifted his face to the Heavens, and
called unto the Lord, “O Lord God, remember me, I pray thee, and strengthen me,
I pray thee, only this once, O God…”
~
“And you know the end of this tale, do you not, boys?”
panted Rabbi Eliezer Eikel. His face was flushed, his skin red and sweating, and
the crotch of his trousers was tented and throbbing. He mopped his brow with
his right hand even as he fumbled beneath his long black coat with the left.
The boys sat trembling, faces downcast to avoid their
teacher’s gaze. But Naphtali stood confidently. “Yes, Rabbi. I know the end of this
tale,” he proclaimed.
“Then, my clever pretty boy,” the Rabbi’s voice
quavered as he withdrew from beneath his desk a coil of rope and cast it into
Naphtali’s hands, “Akedah!”
Rabbi Eliezer cast his shtreimel and caftan
to the floor and tore off his clothes, sweeping all books and scrolls, pens and
inkwells off the top of his desk with a single powerful swipe of his arm. His
penis large, stiff and throbbing, he laid his strong, rugged body down on the
hard wood of his desk and beckoned to Naphtali, his voice echoing off the
ceiling of the classroom: “AKEDAH!”
“Hineni,” replied Naphtali calmly, as he uncoiled
the rope, and advanced. “Here I am.”
~
This
stone is erected
in
loving memory of the students
of
the Yeshivas Rabbeinu Yitzhak de Klootzak, Nijmegen
and
their teacher Rabbi Eliezer Eikel,
who
perished tragically
when
their building collapsed on them
here
on
28th May, 1867.
May
their souls be bound in the bond of eternal life.
ת
נ צ ב ה
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Love the way you write! Such a glorious, filthy mind (like mine)!
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