All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
"Come on... Ezra." Tabitha slammed her hips down on her husband. It had only been a few minutes, and he was already finishing his orgasm. "Not... yet... I didn't even..."
"Whoa... slow down... dear." Ezra pushed his wife's jackhammering hips up so that he slid out. "You're really... worked up." He'd had a wild orgasm. Couldn't she tell it was time for sleep? "We can do it... again... tomorrow... if you want."
"Tomorrow?" Tabitha wanted her old life back. It was so much easier when she'd been happy with Ezra in bed. "Sure... tomorrow. I have to go... to the bathroom." Naked, she padded across the floor, deftly snuck her toy out of the top drawer of her dresser, and left her husband to fall asleep as he always did after sex.
In the bathroom, Tabitha worked herself with the phallus. The little thing had become a more familiar lover than Ezra. She wondered if there was anything she could do to spice things up with her husband. But it was hard to teach an old dog new tricks. She needed a younger dog. Someone who was maybe nineteen, strong, and quite possibly endowed with an illegally engineered cock. Or maybe he was something greater. She worked her vagina hard, her mouth hanging open.
"Come on... Messiah... I want to learn... ugh... new tricks. Make me... yours..." She was already cumming. A couple minutes with a toy and her imagination was now better than a couple minutes with her husband. And she wasn't close to being done. The bathroom smelled heavily of her excitement as she started working herself toward her own Second Coming.
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"You wanna play, Mom?" Jacob asked Mary, as he threw the ball to Heather. His motion was loose and effortless. The ball zipped over the green grass, and Heather snatched it with her mitt. The stadium was all set for a game, but there were no players or fans. Only Jacob and Heather in their starched team uniforms, and a row of lawn chairs where Mary, Maureen, and Judy sat and sipped lemonade.
"You were always the athlete in our family. I think I better not." Mary smiled at Maureen, glancing down at the adventurer's bulging belly. She looked about ready to pop.
"I played baseball, too. For a while." Pricilla walked in from the holopark's entrance. She stopped next to her mother, and watched Jacob and Heather whip the ball back and forth. "But I suppose I never had his talent."
"The Lord blesses us all in different ways." Mary took another sip of lemonade.
Pricilla glanced away from her mother, pretending to take in the expanse of the stadium, so she could roll her eyes without Mary seeing her. "Will Gail's sister be here soon?"
"We will welcome Zinnia into the fold in minutes. Her sister took her to change out of her Mormon clothes." Mary set her lemonade in her cup holder and frowned. "Lovely setting for our ceremony, don't you think?"
"I want to stay." Pricilla stomped her foot.
"You cannot." Mary gazed coolly at her daughter.
"Why do you get to be there for every important moment?" Pricilla's face turned red. Her face twisted into a scowl.
"Because I am his mother. I just said we all have our own blessings. Well, we all have our vocations ascribed by him, too." Mary spoke slowly and calmly.
"Ascribed by you, you mean." Pricilla's words came in a rush.
Maureen and Judy looked away, not wanting to be drawn into the squabble. They stared intently at Jacob and Heather, who were too far and too busy to notice the kerfuffle.
"I am the Messiah's mother. As such, I am in direct line with God, Pricilla." Mary's soft tone thinned to something harsher.
"I am his sister. How is that not your equal?" Pricilla folded her arms tightly over her breasts.
"What do you really want, Pricilla?" Mary knew how to defuse the situation. It was all about triangulating away from the power struggle with her daughter. She had done this in one form or another for what seemed like an eternity.
"I want time with Jacob... you know... intimate time. And I want to see the sister... when she accepts him... for what he truly is." Pricilla was ready for her mother to try and deny her these pleasures. Her nails dug into her sleeves.
"I see." Mary nodded thoughtfully. "Well, we continue to monitor for spies working for Marsden Cole or Tabitha Kensington. The crowd grows daily at the mess. And the portmaster needs watching. The Errand and all the others need your help. You are gifted at seeing to the needs of this ship." Mary could see Pricilla was about to cut her off. "Hold on. Let me finish. I do have a solution for you. Go back to your tasks. When we are done here, I will relieve you of your duties and bring you Jacob. And as for witnessing Zinnia's ascension, I will have the holopark record a vid for you. You may watch it and celebrate at your leisure. Good enough?"
Pricilla stood for a few seconds. Her gaze left her mother and traveled out to the couple playing catch. "Yes, Mother. That will do. Thank you." She gave Mary a half-curtsy, turned, and walked out of the holopark.
When her daughter was gone, Mary leaned toward Maureen. "Motherhood is a most thorny labyrinth, don't you think?"
"It is." Maureen nodded and smiled.
"But it becomes less vexing, I hope, with His guidance." Judy held up her glass in a salute, and the three women cheered that thought and sipped more lemonade.
They silently watched the Messiah and the First Chosen play catch until the door to the holopark opened and Gail announced her presence. "Zinnia and I are here. Just as the Lord leads the church and protects her in the tempest's gale, I follow my shield." The sisters stepped out of the dugout wearing matching outfits with long skirts and flowing blouses. Which Gail had told her sister was proper attire to attend a ballgame. The outfit billowed on Zinnia, but clung to Gail. The sisters had always had similarly petite bodies, but Gail's bust, hips, and butt stretched the fabric.
"What did you just say?" Zinnia looked at her sister with her mouth hanging open. She couldn't believe her younger sister had talked her into trying on this ridiculous outfit. And now she was spouting something that sounded very much like Fourth Wave zealotry. "You follow James and Sagittarius A, not some lord." Zinnia's body buzzed and her mind swam. She always felt so oddly relaxed aboard the Errand. "What's going on, Gail?"
Gail bit her lip and looked away from her sister. Their outfits were modest. But even so, she had a hard time believing she had convinced Zinnia to put one on. The Errand's magic was clearly already at work on her sister. "Isn't the stadium beautiful? Did you ever think you'd see something so pretty?"
Zinnia looked around her. She could see the couple playing catch in the outfield. That was Jacob, the man who had led them from the mess hall away from their husbands. "It is beautiful, but I feel silly dressed like this. And Dale is waiting for me back in the mess. We should go."
"Nonsense. You only just got here." Mary stood. "We're happy to have you here."
"You look lovely, Zinnia." Maureen smiled at the shy woman.
"Do you like baseball?" Judy tilted her head with interest. Neither of the Hendersons rose from their chairs. The advanced state of their pregnancies excused such pleasantries.
"I... um... don't really know much about baseball." Zinnia glanced at the women and then looked out toward Jacob. He was ending his game of catch. He ran toward his partner, took her in his arms, and gave her a deep kiss. Zinnia put her hand to her mouth. She knew Heather from her excellent service in the mess hall. Were they married? She was much too old for him, surely. And she had heard plenty about Jacob Winthrop from her sister, but didn't think Gail had ever mentioned him being married. Zinnia knew she should look away, but she couldn't take her eyes off the couple as they made out. "I don't... understand." She watched them break their kiss. Then, Jacob smacked the tall woman's backside with his mitt, and they jogged in from the outfield.
"Hello, Zinnia." Jacob was sweaty and smiling as he came in. He slowed to a walk and then stopped by Judy. He bent down and kissed her on the lips. A little peck turned into an extended play of tongues. He caressed her dark, curly hair.
"Um..." Zinnia was mortified. These people were polygamists like the heathens back on Earth. But she thought the Fourth Wave left Earth to escape polygamy. That's what she'd read. She looked to Gail to share this moment of horror. But her sister was staring at Jacob with what looked like adoration. The wings of a million butterflies fluttered in Zinnia's stomach. Her heart thundered in her chest. When she looked back at Jacob, he had moved on to Maureen Henderson. He was on his knees next to her lawn chair, kissing her deeply. And... groping her boob. This teenage zealot was groping the indomitable Maureen Henderson while she was pregnant with her husband's baby. Where was her husband? Why wasn't he stopping this? Why was it so compelling? A thought seeped into her mind like a cold fog, maybe that wasn't her husband's baby in there. What had these Fourth Wavers done?
"He's the true Messiah, Zinnia." Gail put a hand on her sister's back. "The things he's shown me put to shame the plasma disk. He'll show you, too. You just have to open up to him. Leave Sagittarius A behind."
"Leave... the Good Word... behind?" Zinnia turned back toward her sister. The teenager, the hedonism, baseball, the Messiah. It all swirled in her mind. There was one clear truth she needed to see. She willed her brain to tell her what it was.
Jacob finished his greeting with Maureen, kissed his mother on the cheek, and stood before Zinnia. "So, here we are. I'm asking you to join our mission." He slowly removed his baseball uniform, enjoying the look of awe on Zinnia's face when his twisting cock came into view.
"No. No, no, no." Zinnia shook all over. She was compelled to do two very different things. She knew she must take her sister and run. But just as surely, she knew she never wanted to take her eyes off that hideous penis moving toward her. Her body chose the latter. Her head buzzed like a loose bearing in a servo. She felt pressure from her sister's hands on her shoulders. Zinnia sunk to her knees, absently wondering if her borrowed skirt would get grass stains from the holo-grass.
