Abraham goes to Church

It had been years since you’d set foot in a church. Your particular powers gave you a little bit of a shaky relationship with moral institutions in general. When you live in what can be defined as a field of porn logic all those sermons about not coveting your neighbor’s wife cut a little close to home. Still, sometimes you’re in the mood for a little self flagellation. You’d come early, and found a seat in one of the smaller pews to the side of the sanctuary. The comfortable murmuring of the first few arrivals filtering in was the perfect backdrop to get a little thinking done.

You didn’t doubt that you were a sinful man, wise in the ways of lust and carnal desire. But then with powers such as these that was a given. Even if you tried to become monk you’d no doubt be up to your knees in hot nuns in a week’s time. And beyond that you’d been pretty fastidious about being a decent sort. You didn't kill or steal, nor did you go out of your way to cause people pain. Why then did you feel so vile when your boyhood preacher had denounced the sins of adultery and sexual immorality? If God frowned upon such things, then why did the world keep offering them up to you?

You hadn’t noticed this changing from musing to a prayer, but your words had become interrogatory. You called out in anger, demanding answers. Did the Lord choose you, as he did Job, to prove the strength of faith against temptation? If he was tested and found wanting when then did it continue? ‘What do you want from me? Either strike me down now for my blasphemy or give me a sign!’

A gentle voice broke through your reverie, the sound of a now much more full room filtering back in. You look up to see a woman standing in the aisle. A mother by the look of it, with a teen-aged daughter and a much younger sister in tow, all decked out in their Sunday best. And she’s quite the looker with her fair hair done up beneath her bonnet and her shapely figure showing through her skirts and blouse. “I’m sorry,” you start. “I missed what you were saying.” You remove your hands from where they had fisted together in front of you, and plaster a somewhat shaky smile on your face. “How can I help you?”

“I’m sorry to bother you when you’re praying, but I was wondering if that space next to you was taken.” She indicates the space next to you in the pew. Which now that you look around appears to be the largest patch of free pew space around. “We’re running a bit behind and our usual spot is taken.”

‘A sign indeed’ you think to yourself as the smile on your face becomes a fair bit more genuine. The good Lord certainly hath provided. “No it isn’t, please make yourself at home.” You shuffle further back in the pew to let the family pass. With a smile and a thank you the mother shuffles her children past you and onto the pew, only to encounter a slight problem. There wouldn’t be quite enough space for all three of them there. After a few minutes of them vainly trying to make it work, you decide to intercede. “If you all don’t quite fit we’ll have to make it work somehow. Why don’t you just sit in my lap Ma'am?”

There’s no real trigger to turning your power on and off. It’s more like a porny filter gets slapped over the world from time to time. Which is how the mother’s response to your rather improper suggestion is not a rebuff but a moment of contemplation before agreement. “That would work wouldn’t it? Thank you very much.” She scooches back along the pew until she’s hovering over your lap once more, and goes to sit down before you gently stop her.

“Actually, there are a few things that we should do to make sure we’re both comfortable first. Can you please hike up your skirts? Wouldn’t want them to get bunched up between us.” She complies with practiced hands, deftly bringing her long skirts up to her waist and revealing the lacy panties that she had chosen for today. Nobody else seemed to mind. They never really did unless it was integral to the “scene”. Your own hands had been busy undoing your belt and releasing your quickly engorging member from its confines. “Just one more thing and we’ll be ready.” Your hands come up to her pantie covered mound and pull the fabric gently to the side, exposing her pussy and a well maintained patch of blond fuzz to the air. “We should be good. Sit down slowly please.”

You coax her down gently with one hand, with the other holding your cock aloft. It takes a few stops and starts, but you deftly guide her cunt onto your cock. She can’t help but moan softly as she is spread by your not inconsiderable girth. A breath escapes her as her ass comes to rest against your lap and you bottom out. Your hands come to a natural rest upon the tops of her thighs, gently holding her in place. “There we go, all nice and snug.” Your tone is positively chipper by this point. Ah, but you’ve forgotten something. “I never introduced myself did I? I’m Abraham.”

“It’s good to meet you Abraham,” says the woman in your lap. “I am Sarah and these are my daughters. This is Mary,” She indicates the elder of the two. Her hair is a dark hazel unlike her mothers, but she seems well on her way to matching her mother’s figure. She smiles demurely at you. “And my youngest is Ruth.” The blond haired little girl seems bored out of her skull. Still, she gave a furtive wave in your direction and manages to be as cute as a button in her dress.

As if on cue the organ swells and the service begins. You companion turns her focus towards the pulpit as the minister begins to speak. You do as well, listening to his words under the backdrop of Sarah’s cunt gently pulsing against your length.

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Soon enough the time came for the first hymn and Sarah made to rise from your lap. However your grip on her hips tightened and drew her attention. “Wouldn’t it be annoying to have to make sure we’re going to be comfortable after every hymn?”

She thought for a minute before agreeing. “It had taken us a few minutes to get everything sorted. What do you suggest then?”

You took your arms from their place and gently hooked them under her thighs, before spreading her legs wide. With a grunt of effort you stood, bringing her up with you and balancing her weight in your hands. After a few moments her voices manages to find the words of the hymn and join the congregation. You would have joined her as well, but her cunt seemed to have redoubled its efforts and was grasping and clenching around you. It took most of your focus to maintain you position and keep your companion’s legs splayed wide as she unwittingly tried to bring you to your completion.

After four verses the song ends and you lever yourself back into the pew. Sarah seems quite a bit more out of breath than the others and leans back against you comfortably for the next readings. Your hands wander forward to rest on her cunt and she makes a few appreciative murmurs as your fingers idly stoke around your joining.

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Nearly an hour, five hymns, and one sermon later, you found yourself at the offertory. You’d entertained yourself mightily by teasing Sarah through the sermon, but had endeavored to keep her on edge rather than interrupt the minister. By the time the collection box makes it down to your row, she is flush and panting. It takes her a few tries to open her purse and place a cheque into the box as it is passed along. You decline to add anything, and tell the usher that you’ll be making your offering in a different manner. He looks at you quizzically, but does not press the matter. As you’re near the back of the sanctuary, it takes them very little time to finish and start back. You stand once more for the doxology, you do more than remain a passive observer. As the music swells you start to bounce Sarah up and down on your cock.

“Praise God from whom all blessings flow;”

As your speed rises, Sarah begins to gasp and moan. Still, she follows along as best she can.

“Praise him, all creatures here below;”

You are all but slamming her down at this point, barely able to keep her balanced as you thrust with abandon. You can feel your peak coming on quickly. A telltale quiver in Sarah’s cunt show she’s right there with you.

“Praise him above, ye heavenly host:”

With one final thrust you slam yourself home in her. Her eyes widen as your member forces her cervix open around it and invades her womb. She experiences what only your powers can bring as a torrent of hot seed is spilled into her womb. Her orgasm slams into her like a truck and her song rises to become a wail.

“Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.”

The last few words escape in a breathless gasp from her lips. The momentary silence in the sanctuary is broken only by your panting. But as the minister begins the prayer, you find your voice. As your cock continues to pump its impossibly large load into Sarah, you whisper your own offertory prayer in her ear.

“Lord, I offer to you today the seed of my loins to quicken in this womb. Bless this offering that it finds root in fertile soil. Bless Sarah that she may soon be a mother once more. Bless her womb that the life withing will grow with vigor and strength. And bless this child that they will be beloved in your church. Amen.”

“Amen.” Sarah’s voice joins your own, completing your prayer in a much louder voice. “Amen.” Mary adds her own blessing after her mother, though she did not hear the words. “AMEN!” Ruth chimes in with innocent enthusiasm. Amens are always good things after all.

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You continue to stand throughout the commissioning and your seed only ceases to flow in the last line of the benediction. Only then do you finally sit back down in the pew. Sarah spends a few minutes to collect herself before you disentangle. As your cock pulls free from it’s position you feel Sarah’s womb seal shut after it, trapping you copious emission within her. You take a moment to gently cover her gaping pussy with her panties once more as you help her to her jelly legged feet. Her smile is very kind as she turns back in the aisle to speak to you. “Thank you very much for letting us sit here and seeing to my comfort. The world would be a better place if it were full of men as charitable as you.” She extends her hand to you for an handshake.

Your genial smile is fighting hard to not become a megawatt grin. “It was my pleasure. I could not have asked for finer company today than you or your daughters.” You grasp her hand firmly and use it to pull her close. Your other hand grasps her ass and pulls her hips against yours. “Why I might be downright lonely next Sunday.”

Her face is flush as she digests that. “I suppose then we could come here again next Sunday. That is if you wouldn’t mind squeezing us in again?”

You pull her forward and lock lips with her. Your tongue battles with her own for a moment before you break apart. “I think that sounds like a wonderful idea Ms Sarah.” With that said you let her return to her children and lead them out.

Next Sunday eh? I suppose fate has made you a God-fearing man again…