Free use with the wicked priest and his congregation

Warning: Dubious consent themes. Do not read if offended by hardcore erotica.

Little did my congregation know that I had renounced my beliefs. Indeed there were a lot of things they didn’t know. I knew that a lot of them had not read the good book cover to cover, and so did not know its contents. That meant that I could pretty much did tell them anything and they would believe it was the word of the Lord.

And today I was going to tell them anything because it was my last day before I upped sticks and moved to the other side of the country. Today the shepherd was going to have a little fun with the flock.

I stood at the pulpit with the good book open before me, and addressed the congregation. The church was packed today, all the better.

“Folks, today let us take some time to remember the eleventh commandment passed down from our lord thy god.” I lowered my head to pretend that I was reading from the page. “It goes like this: ‘Thou shall make this a free us world, where all women shall be sexually available to all men at all times.’” I looked back up. “Folks, I believe we have fallen far from the word of the Lord, and it is up to me to show you the way.”

One of the women on the front pew spoke. It was Mrs Sheen.

“Is that truly what the good book says Father? That free use ought to be the way of the world?”

“Indeed, and it always ought to have been Mrs Sheen.” She was a god-fearing family woman, and also a middle-aged woman with blow-job lips and big tits. She was one of the ones that had always made my cock twitch when I stood at the pulpit. Indeed, there were a lot of women in the congregation that made my dick move.

“Let me show you the way. I know it can be very difficult to stay on God’s path, but fear not, I am here to guide you.”

I walked out from behind my pulpit and strode up to Mrs Sheen. Some in the congregation noticed the bulge at the front of my trousers. That was not a sight they had expected to see when they came to the house of the Lord today.

Mrs Sheen gasped as I pulled her up off her feet and right against me. Her firm breasts squashed against my chest, the scent of her perfume drifted into my nose, and then I pressed my lips against hers. 

Oh yes, the taste of woman. Fuck all this celibacy shit, I had made this a free-use world for myself, and I was going to take full advantage of it.