My First Time

Joan Finds God and Eros

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Joan Finds God
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Based on the legend of Pope Joan.

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following account is fiction, which is based on the well-documented Legend of
Pope Joan, the first, and last female Pope of the
Catholic Church.

As this

story took place in the ninth century of the Christian era, or Year of our
Lord; many of the terms are from ancient languages. Words such as slitten, which is Old English for slit, and sheath, later
referred to as cunny or cunt. Although the specific accounts were not taken down
on paper, the story refers to certain facts in which the legend was based.

The first, and last
female Pope of the Catholic Church

In the year of our lord, 823 A D, a girl, Joanna Wellen was born in a small village not far from Salisbury

Plain in southern England. He mother died due to complications of the birth. As
she grew, she would often visit Stonehenge, with her father who treated her
with great love and affection. Stonehenge was a religious center, and an
astronomical observatory; which lay not far from their village. It was used as
a place of worship, especially by the surfs and peasants who were not allowed
to attend Church.

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In those days in England and Europe for that matter, females

were considered worthless and only good for birthing babies, cooking, scrubbing
and cleaning for a man. They were not allowed to go to school, as society
thought them incapable of learning.

Joanna grew up as a scullery maid and worked on her Father's

farm for years. From the time she learned to speak, Joan always wanted to learn
about everything, so when she was fifteen and began to clean house for the
village schoolteacher, they became friends and when she was not working, she begged him to teach her to read.

As her father loved her very much, he had no complaints regarding

her studies, and invited the schoolteacher for supper, four evenings a week in
payment for teaching her.

After several years, the schoolteacher, one Edmund Beddus was married to a fairly well to do somewhat older

widow, Gwendolyn Vaughan, who's late husband was killed in a horseback ridding accident. It was not well known at the time;
however he was drunk. As Edmund didn't earn much money, he jumped at the chance
to marry Gwendolyn, mostly for her stature and wealth.

After a while, Gwendolyn became angry due to the attention

Edmund paid to Joan and threatened him with a divorce. Edmond ended his
three-year relationship with the girl, and she had to return all of the books
she had borrowed.

The young village priest Father Paul had always seen Joan walking

with a book in her hands and was taken with her beauty. One day he saw her
passing the church, however she had no book. He called to her and said,

"Are you no longer reading Joan?"

"I no longer have books available to me, Father."

She said.

"Well Joan, if ever you wish books to read again, feel free to come by the rectory after supper and I will let

you read some that belong to the church."

This was a very special offer as there were no libraries and

all books were written by hand. It would be six hundred years before; Johannes
Gutenberg would invent moveable type and print his first bible.

The following evening, after making supper for her Father,

Joan walked to the church and knocked on the rectory door. Father Paul answered
and invited her in. As the parish was pour, they only had four books. One was a
bible, the second was a book called, "Entrance to Heaven", which was
a guide for priests.

The third and fourth were written in Latin, a language in

which Joan had no knowledge. Father Paul told her to be seated by the fire,
picked up the book in Latin and began to read.

"When a priest has a craving for a physical union, it

is the duty of all females to give themselves to him
willingly. This is the law of God. Sexual union is God's reward to everyone who
follows his decrees. The female shall spread her legs wide and allow the priest
to enter her with his phallic member.

"Father what is a phallic member?"

"All males have a phallic member Joan. It is the

essence of a man."

"I have no knowledge of such essence. What will it

do?"

"It is the instrument that will allow a female to see

God."

"Do you have your phallic member with you Father

Paul?"

"Yes, I do."

"May I see it Father?"

"Of course my child."

Father Paul lifted his short tunic and revealed his penis and

testicles. Joan was very interested and asked how she would be able to see God,
with his instrument. The Father invited her to repose on his bed of straw, and
he would display the power of his essence.

When she complied, Father Paul knelt down and lifted her

tattered dress, revealing her slitten, the entrance
to her passageway. As he spread her legs, Joan wondered what he was doing and
why. In her eighteen years she had never heard of this type of ritual, and
wondered who had written the book.

Kneeling between Joan's legs, Paul stripped off his tunic

and was naked before her; his member became erect and was pointing toward the
ceiling. As he bent forward, and guided his penis toward the opening to her vagina,
she wondered if she would really see God. A priest would never lie to her, she
thought.

As Father Paul rubbed the large head of his phallus up and

down her damp slitten, she became more interested in
his movements. They felt strangely pleasing, and her slitten
began to tickle and was becoming very warm, and wet. She had felt nothing like
this in her short life.

It was wonderful and caused her to breath

harder. Slowly Paul began to move his penis into her vagina and she screamed in
pain. It felt as though he was entering her with a double-egged sword. She knew
right then, she was about to see God, as his phallus would surly end her life.
She had never experienced a pain such as this. Father Paul was deep into her
vagina, and moving fast as she lay under him, her tears flowed down her cheeks
as she waited for impending death.

However as he continued to move, her pain

was subsiding and pleasure was replacing it. She believed that Father
moving his phallus in and out of her; was devoid of wisdom and good sense.

Other than a nice feeling from between her legs, the whole

process seemed fruitless, and a bit pointless. He continued for some time and
pointless as the process appeared to be, she was developing a wonderful feeling
in her belly. Father Paul was creating a desire, which previously Joan had no
knowledge of. Her belly was tingling as the Father continued his thrusts, his
phallus sliding in and out of her passageway. She found herself lifting her
legs, then wrapping them around Father Paul's legs,
pulling him tight into her channel.

As he continued, Joan's feelings for the young Father were

growing at an alarming rate and her need for some kind of satisfaction was
increasing. Her emotions were on a never ending latter, climbing to the sky.

Without any warning, Joan felt herself begin to discharge

juices with a force. She felt fulfillment and gratification of an unknown
desire and appetite, which lifted her to extreme pleasure and contentment.

Father Paul had not yet discharged his essence and doubled

his efforts. As Joan felt his increasing movements in to her, desire began to
grow again almost exponentially and she held him tight to her. Father Paul
called out to heaven,

"Oh Lord my God, I am your humble servant and I do your

bidding."

Joan felt a new gush of liquid, however it wasn't coming

from her, it was coming from Father Paul. The feeling
was beautiful in design and execution, and although she did not see God, she
believed she was closer to him. The whole occurrence was a delicacy as to
arouse intense delight, and satisfaction. Joan cared little to see God, as she
was taking great pleasure and delight in his glory.

Suddenly a reoccurrence of her discharge began, and she was

lifted beyond the bounds of Earth. Her blood ran hot as her juices flowed once
again.

"Your phallus is as you said Father, truly the essence

of man, and God."

"Remember Joan, although my member, my penis, from the

Latin, if you will, is a wonderful instrument. It would be useless without your
marvelous passage of desire. My penis requires your vagina to achieve its
primary and sacred function. Without woman, man has little purpose in life. It
is God's design."

Joan knew that her existence had taken a new direction. She

was truly a daughter of God, and would do everything necessary to fulfill the
Heavenly Father's design. As Father Paul lay in coitus relaxen,
a Latin term for rest after sexual intercourse, Joan lifted his depleted penis
and examined it carefully. She found a hidden beauty within its current state,
although it was much more useful when it was swollen to a larger size.

She felt closer to Father Paul than she had to any

individual, except maybe her own Father. The closeness was of course the
feeling most women would feel to a man; who brought her such euphoria and
intense pleasure. Joan felt compelled to pay homage to his member and leaned
down to kiss it.

It had a strange yet inexplicable odor. Not a bad odor, but

one, which could not be described. She had detected a similar odor before when
the farm animals were ready for breeding. Joan kissed Father Paul's member on
the tip once again, and suddenly it began to throb and swell. As she
unexpectedly enjoyed the taste, she slid the head of his penis into her mouth,
and for some unknown, but natural desire, began to suck on it.

Father Paul squirmed in delight feeling something wonderful

which he only had knowledge of, during confessions of travelers to the Far
East. It was told to him that Egyptian girls reveled in sucking a man's penis,
and excelled in elevating a man to an ultimate level of fulfillment and
gratification.

Strangely he had never heard of an English female performing

such a wonderful service. This was something that God and the Church made no
mention of, possibly because it had nothing to do with reproduction.

Joan now had a challenge and believed she would be able to

master it. As she sucked the Priest's penis he moaned, apparently enjoying her
oral stimulation causing him arousal, and intense pleasure beyond that of which
she provided with her vagina. The priest took hold of Joan's head and moved his
hips upward in a masterful manner, emulating copulation.

Joan was now eager to give the young priest something he

would continue to desire, throughout their newly found friendship. As she
sucked him, her hand took hold of his testicles and fondled them as one might
do with a favorite pet. The priest in return moaned and mewed letting her know how much the manipulations of her mouth on his penis
were appreciated.

With little warning the priest began to spray his bodily secretions

into her mouth with a degree of fluidity that surpassed his previous
performance. Joan sat up wondering what was to be done with Father Paul's
essence. Would it be a sin to expel it from her mouth? As it was a gift from
God, she wondered what she should do. Father Paul saw the questioning
expression on Joan's face and said,

"Swallow it, Joan. God would want nothing less. Essence

is too important to be splattered on the floor."

Although the creamy liquid felt wonderful in her mouth, she

followed directions and allowed the liquid to slowly slide down her throat.
Although a bit salty, the essence was also sweet. A fascinating combination she
thought.

"Do you want me to continue reading, Joan?"

"No. Not tonight as I believe Morpheus, the ancient

Roman god of sleep and dreams, is calling to me. May I return after supper on
the morrow, Father Paul?"

"Of course my child. You may

visit me any time you desire, and I will teach you everything I have knowledge
of."

Joan joins a
priest, who is entertaining another person.

Joan slept the sleep of chastity, although she knew that she

was no longer a maiden, and deserved little satisfactory sleep. She could not
understand why she had such wonderful feelings throughout her body. Apparently
it was God's desire, and he was pleased with her actions.

She spent the day, milking the cows, currying the horses,

cooking and cleaning. She fed all of the animals and cleaned their stalls,
while her father worked in the fields planting vegetables. They broke for the
mid-day meal and sat together while eating. Her Father asked,

"Joan, what did you learn at the church with Father

Paul, last eve?"

"Father Paul read to me from a large book in Latin. I

learned about God's design and the essence of man. He also taught me how man should
best serve God, and what God expects of his children."

"My daughter is such a wonderful student; and has an

admirable mind, unlike her ignorant father."

"Father, if it was not for your understanding and love

for me, I would never have learned to read and write. You are not ignorant and
I love you."

"Are you going to the church tonight little one?"

"Yes father, if that would be convenient for you. There

is much work to be done."

"Of course my daughter, although I feel you deserve

some enjoyment and rest. You work here all the day, then
study hard after dark. A girl should also have some good times in her young
life."

"Believe me Father, the

enjoyment I have received from God's love has been wonderful and fulfilling. My
life has found new meaning and absolute pleasure. Are you remaining home on
this eve?

No, I plan to go to the public house and have a tall glass

of warm Ale."

"In moderation, father. Do not

forget your last venture to the public house. You were unable to get out of bed
long past sunrise."

"Yes daughter, I recall. I will only have a pint or

so."

Father and daughter then parted company. Joan washed the

dishes, swept the floors, and then went out to feed the hogs. He father
returned to his planting. They would have a good harvest on the year.

Supper came and went. As night fell, Joan fed the fireplace

and as the light danced on the walls of the room, she wondered if Father Paul
would elevate her with his phallus and essence. Taking a torch from its storage
place, she shoved the end of it into the fire. The tip burned brightly, warming
her face.

Leaving the house, she trudged up the path, in the dark

toward the rectory. Upon arriving, Joan opened the door and walked in. Father
Paul was naked and laying on top of her close friend Lily, a postulate, or
nun-in-training. His phallus was deeply imbedded in her sheath.

Joan stood there and watched as Father Paul continued to

enter into and permeate her vagina, helping her temporarily ascend to heaven's
gate. Lily was much involved in Father Paul's God-like movements, and was
sinking her nails in his back, moaning loud and mumbling,

"More Father Paul, more. Send

me to see God."

Joan sat in a chair, next to the bed of straw and watched as

the Father's penis slid in and out of her friend. Everything seemed to be very
wet and coated with a viscous liquid, and a small amount of blood. Joan
wondered if it would be better for her to withdraw, as Father was fully
involved in her friend.

"Joan", said Paul. "Please disrobe and join

us in the bed. We can all do the Lord's work together."

Quickly, as Father Paul began to eject his essence into the

young girl, she moaned loudly and began to squirt her juices, pumping them past
Father's penis and onto his testical sack.

She stated to the priest; "More Father Paul, please do

more. I want God to love me."

"God does love you, my child, more than most women,

whom would refuse to share their sacred passage with the sons of the
church."

Joan shed her clothing and joined the couple on the bed of

straw, which was covered with a sheet like covering. Father rolled off of the
girl as she lay in a semi unconscious state, moaning lightly.

Joan took hold of Paul's phallus and began to stroke it as

she had done the evening prior. It took some patient time and affectionate
gestures of fondness, however when his penis again became tumescent, Joan
lifted her leg over him and eased down onto his lap, allowing his coccus to
impale her tight moist vagina.

She moved front to back, feeling the priest's huge member

inside of her, thanking God in a little prayer for bringing such knowledge and
pleasure to her.

She was full of cheer as she thought there would be more

pain associated with another coupling, however she now
understood that the pain was only in the initial coupling, as Eve s curse of Genesis
proved to be very real, some 8 centuries later. From this night on, only God's
reward of pleasure would be provided.

As Joan became more involved in riding the priest, her

friend Lily awoke and crawled in behind her. At the priest's command, Lily began
to lightly fondle his testicles, and then slid a delicate finger into Joan's
rectum. This was a wonderful turn of events, thought Joan. The pressure of his
penis was enhanced by her friend's finger. There were so many new things to
learn, she thought; as she began to squirt her liquid onto the priest's penis
and testicles.

Lily slid her hand onto Paul's penis and retrieved some of

the liquid, spreading it on Joan's gloutos and
thighs. She then moved her face down and licked Joan's anal orifice, between her
arse cheeks, kissing the priest's penis and Joan's slitten.
Lily's tongue then slithered into Joan's rectal opening and sucked the
surrounding fleshy area. Joan squirted again, and Lily excitedly licked up her
juice like it was delicious gravy. As the priest moved faster into Joan's
vagina, she moaned and said praying,

"Oh

my Lord, your humble servant Joan, beseeches you to help her receive pleasure
and satisfaction from your plentiful bounty. May I never invoke your wrath, or
fail to satisfy the hope, desire, and expectations you have for me. Your will
be done."

Only a minute passed and Joan screamed, as she reached her

sacred communion with God, and had a violent and disruptive orgasm. Father Paul
smiled as Joan rolled off of him and lay quietly next to him. Lily seeing that
Father Paul's phallus, was pointing toward the heavens, lay down and paid
special honor and respect to his penis, by slipping the large member into her
mouth and sucking on the tasty meaty, shaft.

Father Paul blessed the girls and told them they would be

granted a place at God's table for their service and aid, to a son of the Holy
Church. Lily sucked him harder until he squirted his heavenly essence into her
mouth. As she swallowed the slippery liquid, she knew in her heart that she was
truly doing God's work.

Joan examined the phallus of the priest, and wondered why it

was no longer hard. This was not the Lord's design. She asked, "Why is your phallus deflated, Father Paul? It must be strong
like a solders lance, to complete God's work."

"Joan. In the first chapter of the known bible, known

as Genesis, God worked six days and on the seventh day he rested."

"As I'm doing God's work, I must rest also. He will

soon give me strength to complete this day s duties and tasks."

Joan sat there praying, and massaging Father Paul's penis;

to provide him sensual stimulation that he might pass on God's bounty. After
several long minutes, the member began to become tumescent again. Joan was thrilled
and eager to complete more of the Heavenly Father's pleasurable work.

When Lily saw the Father's foreskin retreat she became aware

his penis was again becoming hard, and she knew God's incentives and rewards
were at hand. She crawled next to Joan and assisted her in bringing th

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