Woman at the Christian Bookstore

You tossed the soiled panties onto the ground, and scratched your nuts as you looked for one more fucktoy. An attractive Asian woman selling ice cream. Some teenage girls from your class, snickering. An actual pretty security guard for once. The world was your oyster, and these oysters would satisfy you at the drop of a hat.

You spot a blonde mother pushing a stroller with her husband in tow. You rush her, fondling her breasts and making out with her, as the husband steadies the stroller and waits patiently. Her hand reaches for your cock, slipping easily into your waistband, and begins gripping as your hand reaches under her shirt and pulls out a breast. Then you stop.

A more attractive, freckled brunette, about 30, maybe, walks by the mattress store. She is dressed conservatively, with a large crucifix around her neck. Your prey still giving you a handy as she slips her tongue in and around your mouth, the other woman nods politely and walks into the Christian bookstore. You just had to fuck her, then and, especially, there.

You push away the new mother, and waltz into the bookstore. Pictures and statues of Jesus abound. He's gonna get an eyeful tonight. You skulk behind the woman as she chats with a sales associate. Her name is Leah Dandridge, and she's the new pastor for the Methodist Church in town that your mom used to go to. She wants to buy some local products to decorate her new home.

"Can I help you?" came a shrewd question from an old cashier to your left. "Fuck off!" you respond back, hopefully unheard of by others.

"Sir, you can take that sort of language and behavior elsewhere!"

You sighed and turned to Miss Annoying. "Listen, ma'am, I'm just here to fuck one of these ladies. When I'm done fucking her, I'll leave."

Her frown turned upside down. "Of course, young man," she said, in a grandmotherly tone. "Fuck whomever you'd like. You can even fuck me if you wish."

This elicited a quick chuckle and you made note of her acceptance of using language she probably hadn't said in years, if ever. You turned back and was face-to-face with Pastor Leah.

She smiled. "You wanted to fuck me, Mr. Doe?"

"I- uh... how did you know my name?" You wanted to be a stranger, to **** yourself on this unsuspecting woman, but she had overheard what you planned, and somehow knew you already.

"Your mother is going to be one of my parishioners. We've been Facebook messaging prior to my arrival. Here," she lifted her phone and handed it to you.

It was Facebook alright, showing a status update from my mom, accompanying a clip from the video Andrea took. Mom was fucking you, and it had a clear view of your cock being swallowed by her shaven vagina. The camera didn't lie, and neither did the caption. 'Just got impregnated by my son. It's a Beautiful Day!'

You looked up again to see Leah being helped out of her clothes by the sales clerk and the old cashier. "You two, make out," you say. You're pretty sure they're grandmother and granddaughter, but they just shrug and begin stripping down each other.

Leah is naked. Her bush trimmed to an odd brunette landing strip. Her breasts absurdly large (DD), which she had hidden under multiple layers. Her cross lay on the floor somewhere, and the only thing she wore was a muted silver wedding band.

You pushed her into a table of self-help books, knocking over many, to the visible dismay of the fucking clerks. Other customers had come in, some witnessing the acts, but most ignoring them. A small line had formed in anticipation of making purchases when the two cashiers were done fucking.

You set the phone in front of you and Leah, and started the video again. As you watched yourself line up into your mother (or rather, her engulf you), you impaled Leah. Not a virgin, not particularly tight, but your standards had undoubtedly changed.

She was still beautiful, still a sweet lay, and you fucked her in rhythm with the morning routine. You intended to sync your ejaculation with the video, cumming into this Woman of God in the same breath as you knocked up my mother. She had other plans though.

She was cumming early, and often, interrupting your train of thought as you pounded into her. The cover of a book featuring Joel Osteen, lying near your feet, was now covered in a mucus of unknown origin. The ignoring crowd were frowning and making surreptitious glances everytime Pastor Leah screamed.

The young clerk, sitting on her register desk as her grandmother ate her out, was even taken out of her own orgasm to admire the sheer joy Pastor Leah had been expressing. She must make her husband very happy.

And you make her happy, timing your spunk to go off with the end of the video, ensuring Pastor Leah will have a story to tell everytime people ask about her future child.

You rest for only a moment, sitting your bare ass on another table, uncomfortably on some discount children's novels, when you notice people slowly become more annoyed and hostile to your presence. The clerks are suddenly done eating each other out and are quickly dressing.

You grab your phone, next to Leah who is looking almost frantically for her panties. "Wait... let me get some pictures to jerk off to later," you say.

She stops her search and smiles demurely, not hiding her features as you snap away. The line of customers and the clerks no longer look angry, just indifferent, as you do this.

Leah spreads her pussy lips and sucks her finger. She bends over and opens her asshole, looking back. "Send some to my facebook, please," she says, "I want to post them on the church website."

You set the phone down. "Why?"

She just laughs. "So, I can show that I helped fuck you, silly. It's good Christian charity to help the less fortunate."

You looked at her wedding ring, and a fake weeping statue of the Virgin Mary, and wondered how many commandments you had broken.