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Opis ebooka The Gods are Horny - Lauren Milfinger

DESCRIPTIONThe gods of ancient Moronia were a lecherous, incestuous lot, worshiped with screwing and blowjobs in the temple, and fond of using the "sacred orb" to watch mortals having sex. Between having sex with her brother, writing dirty stories, and eating out her younger friend, Lauren Milfinger has taken a fascinating, sexy, and frequently funny look at Moronite culture.EXCERPTAfter discovering that ugly humans seemed just as, or possibly more, interested in fucking than attractive ones, Oroyna finally found a couple who were both esthetically pleasing, and wonderfully creative. The man was tall, muscular, and handsome. Oroyna guessed he was no more than eighteen or nineteen. The woman was older, shapely, beautiful, and had fiery red hair. Just then, she was kneeling in front of the man, with his cock in her mouth. As her head moved slowly in and out, Oroyna lifted his own cock in his hand and began to stroke it.He was naked, of course. It seemed that people had invented clothing, but the gods hadn’t bothered. They had perfect bodies, and were completely indifferent to the weather. Born in the chill vacuum of the Nothing, as Kolek had been, the gods existed slightly outside of time and space even when they came down to earth. Hot or cold, they were comfortable anywhere.The woman in the sacred orb’s image continued to suck the man’s cock. At the same time, she was working a finger in and out of her pussy. Oroyna had his cock hard now, and was stroking it rapidly. It felt good.“Just what are you up to?” Nalima asked, entering the throne room.“I was finished with all the building,” Oroyna answered, without pausing his jerking. “I thought I’d do something to entertain myself.”Nalima nodded. “I can see that.” She looked at the image in the sacred orb. The woman’s head was moving faster now, and her fingers were almost a blur as she worked them against her clit and plunged them into her cunt.The woman was moaning softly. Nalima was sure she was cumming, and wondered if she would fuck the man, or let him cum in her mouth.“Who are they?” Nalima asked.Oroyna didn’t interrupt his stroking, but did ask the sacred orb to identify the couple. “Someone named Elihammur and, ah, his mother, Zara.”“Did Mom ever do that for you?”Oroyna shook his head. “She didn’t hang around long enough,” he said.“Can I try?”“Sure.”Nalima knelt in front of the throne and pushed her brother’s knees further apart. Reaching out, she wrapped the fingers of her right hand around his massive shaft, stroking it, but more slowly than he had done. A clear bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip.She leaned forward and licked the pre-cum from Oroyna’s cockhead. She found that she liked the taste. Her lips parted, sliding down to engulf the fat, purple knob. Her tongue swirled around it as she took his cock deeper into her eager mouth.This is nice, Nalima thought. We should have started doing this much sooner.

Opinie o ebooku The Gods are Horny - Lauren Milfinger

Fragment ebooka The Gods are Horny - Lauren Milfinger

by Lauren Milfinger

Published by Lot’s Cave

The Gods are Horny, © 2017, by Lauren Milfinger

All Rights Reserved

Cover by Morgaine Wrightman

All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

A Lot’s Cave Novel

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CONTENTS

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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Author’s Note

Family Exotica

Taboo Erotica

Other Novels

Introduction

There are two things I find particularly interesting. One is sex, naturally. Is there anything more fascinating than sex? Particularly when you’re doing it? There’s nothing quite like the gentle caress of a hand on my tits, or the thrill of a wet tongue as it flutters against my clit, or the feel of a fat, throbbing cock probing deep, stretching my cunt, making me cum in a seemingly endless stream of ecstatic convulsions. I love everything about sex, from the thrill of cumming, to the salty-sweet taste of spunk as a magnificent cock delivers its load between my lips.

My other interest is ancient history and mythology. It’s fascinating to discover the way people once lived, and the things they believed. There’s the real history of the people, which is a reminder of the fragility of our own existence. If a single, anonymous Roman legionnaire had been killed in a skirmish, instead of surviving, very likely millions of people alive today wouldn’t exist, and neither would any of their ancestors after that dead Roman.

It’s a little disturbing to realize that even something as insignificant as an Assyrian goatherd cumming three seconds later than he did on a summer evening in 795 BCE might mean as many as a billion completely different people would be walking around the planet today, because a different sperm would have got to the egg first and a different baby would have been born.

Everyone is familiar with the “famous” ancient civilizations. We all know about the Greeks, the Romans, the Egyptians, the Hittites, the Hebrews, and so forth. If you’ve read the Bible, you know about Assyrians, and Babylonians, and Persians, and Moabites, and Philistines, and all that lot. But only a few scholars are familiar with the Moronite civilization, a small, but fairly advanced culture that existed in the mountains north of Lebanon from roughly 2800 to 2350 BCE.

I first came across the Moronite civilization a few years ago, at a friend’s suggestion. I was living in New York by then, sharing an apartment with my younger brother, Sam. He moved in with me after his divorce.

Well, if you’ve been reading my books, you know about Sam. The of my autobiographical books, The Life of Lauren, told about how I first started fucking him at a nudist camp, and about the time our Aunt Becky was visiting and we all got into a wild threesome. He wasn’t in the second autobiographical tome, Across the Pond, but that was mostly because I hadn’t started fucking him yet. That book was about when I visited my Uncle Ralph and his family in England between my freshman and sophomore years in college, so there was no reason for Sam, who was still in junior high, to turn up there.

That trip taught me a lot about sex. I already knew I liked it, but those guys were really into it. My twin cousins, Andrew and Eve, were happily, if a bit uncomfortably, screwing each other. Andrew was also screwing Aunt Imogen, his mother, and Eve was screwing her father, which she found a bit more comfortable than screwing her brother. Her dad was fixed, you see, and her brother wasn’t, which meant her brother could only screw her in the ass while her dad could stick his schlong in her cunt without any worries. During that visit, I got to screw every one of them: Uncle Ralph, Aunt Imogen, Andrew, and Eve. Well, I didn’t exactly screw my Aunt Imogen or my cousin Eve, but I sure got familiar with the taste of their pussies. I got familiar with the taste of Eve’s pee, too. She was a kinky girl at nineteen. Still is, for that matter.

They were completely open and honest about sex, which was something of a revelation to me. I was hardly a virgin. After all, I did get my full-ride scholarship by arranging for a friend to snap a couple pictures of me sucking off our preacher. That putz is a big-time televangelist now, and I often fantasize about releasing those pictures. It wouldn’t hurt me. I write erotic stories for a living, I was just over eighteen when the pictures were taken, so I was legal, and I’m still pretty hot. But the old fart did pay for four years at Brown, and all I had to do was suck his cock for a couple minutes until the camera scared him shitless and he wilted without cumming, so the least I can do is keep my promise about not releasing them.

Sex was one of those places where the Moronites differed from their surrounding cultures. Reading the Bible would make you think every Middle Eastern society except the Hebrews was one continuous orgy. They weren’t, but the guys who wrote the Bible were pushing an agenda, so naturally they made everyone around them sound awful. Culturally, the Philistines were a couple hundred years ahead of the Israelites, but the winners get to write the history so the more primitive group is lauded and the more advanced end up as eponyms for the uncultured.

The Moronites, in many ways, thought a lot more like modern people. In a lot of sexual areas, they were a bit more advanced than we are. There are times, studying these people, when you get the impression their whole culture revolved around sex. There was sex in their temples, in their royal courts, and in their theaters. Their cosmology was sexually based. No Moronite would be bothered to learn that I’ve had sex with my brother. One of them might, in a very polite and sincere way, ask how it went, because it would be polite to ask, but he wouldn’t care a bit that we’d been screwing.

Well, their own pantheon was remarkably incestuous, which we’ll get into in the first chapter. In Greece, you had Zeus married to his sister, Hera, and Uranus humping his mother, but the Moronite gods and goddesses were far more into that sort of thing. So were the ordinary Moronites.

Perhaps incidentally, they also had a better idea of cosmology than anyone prior to the twentieth century. Their writings made it clear they understood that those blobby things way out in space were other galaxies. They had an obviously unscientific idea of how they got there, but they at least knew they existed.

I still remember the first time I picked up Orestes van Zandt’s History of MoroniteCulture in the library. I was forty-five. Sam was living in the spare bedroom of my New York apartment. That was what we told our parents, anyway.

Most of the time, Sam slept in my bed. He only slept in his own room when someone was visiting. Or if I happened to be in a particularly bitchy mood. I like to think I’m a very even-tempered person, but if you push me I’d have to admit there are times when you wouldn’t want to be around me.

In case you haven’t read my other books, our parents are religious nuts, and sincerely believe that even though Sam is five years younger than me, he should naturally be the head of our household, because he’s a man and I’m only a woman. It’s hard to believe that Dad and Uncle Ralph are even related, much less brothers.

Actually, it’s a little hard to believe they had three children. To listen to them, you’d think they were both still virgins.

When I was in high school, my friends and I used to read the Bible very carefully. We weren’t really studying it. We were looking for the dirty parts. There are loads. Abraham’s wife, Sarah, turns out to be his half-sister, which is pretty kinky. After Moses came along, that was definitely in the incest category. I suppose it was for Abraham, too, but he apparently didn’t worry about it.

Nobody ever really says who Adam and Eve’s kids married. If there was really no one else anywhere in the world, they more or less had to marry their own siblings. I think there’s even an old Jewish tradition that all of Adam and Eve’s sons were born with a fraternal twin sister, and that’s who they married. Later, you had Lot’s daughters getting him drunk and fucking him. I’ve always had my doubts about that one. If a guy was too drunk to recognize his own daughter, he was probably too drunk to get it up. He knew. He was just horny and didn’t care if they were his daughters. Some editor—undoubtedly a man—came along later and shifted the blame onto the daughters.

There was Joseph, too. Genesis says he married Asenath, the daughter of the Egyptian priest, Potifera. But by the time that story came around, the Hebrews were getting a bit more clannish than they’d been, which was more than clannish enough already, and decided that someone as important as Joseph couldn’t be married to a foreigner. So, in the Midrash they explained how Asenath was Potifera’s adopted daughter, and that she was really Dinah’s daughter, born after she was seduced by Shechem, and abandoned under a bush (s’nath in Hebrew, so you can see the connection with the name) where the Egyptian found her. Joseph, in that version, ended up married to his niece.

It does seem funny that the one relationship the Bible allows within the usual incest categories is that an uncle is allowed to marry his niece. Aunts can’t marry their nephews, mind you, just uncles and nieces. All of the others are reciprocal; if the woman can’t do it, neither can the man.