This is a work of fiction written solely to entertain.
Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
"Only women over the age of eighteen may stay for the rest of the service." The pastor's wife, Joanna Mills, stood before the congregation, wearing her husband's vestments. She watched intently as the crowd thinned out. She tapped her foot, impatient to begin the day in earnest. When there were only women left, apart from Paul, she continued. "You have all swallowed our mother's milk." She nodded to Shannon, Kim, and Holly as they walked down the aisles, collecting empty glasses. "How does everyone feel?"
There was a gruntled murmur from the congregation.
Joanna nodded in satisfaction and smiled. "Paul, come here, please."
Paul stood and walked slowly to the front of the nave. He stopped when he got to Joanna and slowly turned to face the pews. He guessed about thirty women were in attendance. His cum would run dry before he'd properly seeded every woman. But they had a solution. They would make the women double and triple up. He held out his arms beatifically, hands raised to the heavens.
"Now, if our distinguished ladies could move to the doors..." Joanna nodded to the Christian Ladies of Clover Falls, all of whom moved in front of the exits.
"Ready." Shannon looked around the room. Everyone seemed excessively placid. She didn't think they would have any runners, but it was good to be ready just in case.
"Now, I need two volunteers." Joanna surveyed the crowd. Everyone was dressed in their Christmas best. Nobody raised their hand or stood. "Come on ladies. It's not exactly snake handling I'm asking for." She paused, cocked her head, and smiled. "Although it's not exactly
not
snake handling. Anyone? No?" She pointed to the second row. "Mrs. Price, would you care to join us?" Joanna paused and pointed to the fourth row. "And Mrs. Bankston. Come on up."
With some hesitation, Julia and Ellen slowly stood and made their way to the front. They stood awkwardly next to Paul.
"What are we doing?" Julia whispered to Joanna. "I feel strange."
Ellen looked nervously around her. "Maybe... I should go. If my husband isn't here... I should go. I... um... have something to get to."
"This is the beginning of a new covenant, Ellen." Joanna's voice was icy. "Whatever Christmas plans you have can wait."
Ellen nodded and rubbed her legs together. She was so wet that she was leaking down the inside of her thighs. She didn't know if it was the expectation of returning to Eddie or something else.
"Disrobe, dear." Shannon called from the back.
Joanna glared at Shannon. In her most commanding voice, she said, "Yes, disrobe and show everyone the font of fecundity."
Paul removed his vestments.
A collective gasp filled the room.
Julia dropped to her knees in front of the eighteen-year-old, her eyes fixed on his enormous, writhing member. Her hands went to her mouth. "Is that... real?"
Ellen took a staggering step backward but retreated no further.
In the crowd, several women stood up, eyes wide.
"Sit back down, Melanie. It's not your turn yet." Lauren forcefully pulled her daughter back to the pew. She put her arm around her.
"I feel it, Mom. I feel it. It's Erato all over again." Melanie rocked in her mother's arms, staring at the terrible penis.
"Don't use that name," Lauren hissed. Her daughter had promised never to mention Erato again. "This is nothing like... that other thing. Just look at it."
Marjorie Hubber ran toward the exit, but was caught by the women waiting there. She struggled in their arms until they forced milk down her throat. Then she relaxed.
"Behold... God's plan for us." Joanna stepped behind Ellen, took her shoulders, and maneuvered her back to Paul. "We are the most fortunate and foremost in His plans. We are the brood. We are the fertile valleys where civilization will truly grow. But do not fear for your men." She pushed Ellen to her knees in front of Paul. "They will serve and attend to Paul. We all have our place."
Both Ellen and Julia looked up at Joanna for guidance.
"Go on. Isn't it clear? You must please the Messiah to earn your baptism." Joanna glanced at the pews. Everyone was seated again, their eyes riveted to the momentous event unfolding before them. "Don't be afraid of his size. I imagine that neither of you has handled anything so big."
"Actually..." Ellen caught a sharp look from Julia and stopped herself from revealing their relationship with Eddie. Eddie... she was about to betray him... with Shannon's quiet son... in church... with a horrifically lurching penis. But she couldn't stop her hands from reaching out. The organ quieted in her hands. She watched Julia's delicate fingers join hers on the serpent. Their four hands had more than enough room on the long, veiny monster. They looked so small and vulnerable holding such a beastly thing.
"I think... we're supposed to pump it." Julia knew all her life's ambitions had fallen off a cliff. This was now the second student with a mammoth penis that she'd handled. Not long ago, such realities would have been abhorrent to her. They were
still
abhorrent to her. But she couldn't help herself. "That's good. We're pumping him... together. Good work, Ellen."
"Finish as fast as you can, Paul." Joanna stood proudly observing the four-handed handjob. "Even if we double and triple up, we have many blessings to provide. And Christmas won't last forever."
"Maybe if you showed me your boobs, Mrs. Mills?" Paul stared at the front of her vestments. "Maybe then... I could finish faster?"
Joanna nodded. "Of course." She removed her vestments and lowered her dress. She shrugged out of her bra straps, spun the bra around, and unclasped it. She returned the teenager's greedy smile with a reserved upward curve at the corners of her mouth. When she looked out to the pews, she saw several concerned faces. "Now, ladies. You're going to have to get used to this sort of thing." She shook her shoulders, jiggling her breasts for all to see. Joanna laughed at the shocked faces. "Paul, dear. What's the only thing better than a pair of boobs?"
"Lots... and lots of boobs." Paul looked out to the crowd. His mother was the first to go topless, but soon others followed. He looked down to see Ellen and Julia struggling to undress with one hand while still pumping him. "You can pause your work for as long as it takes to show me your boobs." Within a couple minutes, even the stragglers in the church had bared their breasts.
"Shake, ladies." Shannon shimmied her shoulders.
