Sunday Morning

You awaken while being ridden by Caitlin. "Good morning!" she says, in cowgirl position as you lay back. You yawn involuntarily as you edge towards orgasm, a fact that excites Caitlin who has a loud enough moan that echoes through the room and out the open door.

You maintain enough of your faculties in her slow ride to discern your Apple Watch, which displays the time of 6:35 AM, and a "last episode complete" at 3:14 AM. Your wondering over who fucked you then is interrupted by Caitlin's full orgasm followed swiftly by your own, almost on demand.

She cuddled with you as your father walked in. "I thought I heard you cum in," he joked as he kissed the exhausted Caitlin on the forehead, your sperm leaking out for all to see on your leg and sheets. He grabbed a pair of cufflinks as he curiously dressed sharply in a nice suit. As if to answer your look, he replied "Your mother said you were having issues, so she decided we all go to that new church."

Caitlin led you to the private shower and began washing your ass as you pondered this. You were a rational man, but Church could help with these moral questions that popped up with this new disease. Your dick was well-lathered and the inside of her vagina cleaned out by the time you both exited. As you finished up at the sink, Caitlin walked back to the room and layed out some nice clothes to wear. You both air-dried as you inspected the new pants and shirt.

"You forgot the underwear," you said, walking towards your dresser but frowning when you see the top drawer empty.

"Doctor Nikita says that underwear can be constricting on your cock, and any constrictions are a big no-no, especially with your increased sexual activity." You frowned a little. "These pants are especially soft and the cut will alert us almost immediately if you get an erection. It's also a button-fly and not a zipper."

You shrugged and leaned in for a kiss, which Caitlin enthusiastically returned. Your mother barged in with no concern to her two children making out. She was saying something as you unwrapped yourself from Caitlin's embrace.

"...and then we'll get something to eat and maybe another fuck and... were you listening, John?" You shook your head negatively, but she just started over. "Well, as I was saying, I'm just going to be wearing this dress," she said, as she bent over to her knees and pulled the dress up, showing no underwear for her either, just a shaven snatch you had gained some familiarity with, "...nothing else. This'll make things easier if we need to adjourn ourselves from church at any time. Caitlin will dress accordingly."

Caitlin nodded in agreement, and put on what could generously be called a miniskirt. Everything would be on display when she sat down. You slipped on your shirt and pants and embraced your mother once more, making out with her a bit as you groped a breast outside of its pocket.

"Let's get going... uh, as soon as you're done..." said your father as he peeked in and saw you molesting his wife. You left her in her horny state, willing your cock down as best you could for later. You didn't want to miss the service just for another family fuck session.

You sat in the back with Caitlin, and gently fingered her exposed pussy as dad drove you to the New Beginnings Church. Your mother played with herself in her own sexual excitement, while you just witnessed this curiously. You willed your cock down as best you could, but no one seemed alarmed at you fingering your sister or their sexual display for you. This was just life now. The assumption, as you could best figure, was that they believed a more open sexual environment was overall more healthy for you, even if you weren't actively cumming.

Caitlin licked her juices off your hand in the parking lot, and you all adjourned to church. There was a small crowd greeting an even smaller crowd: The Pastor, his wife, and what appeared to be his daughter. The wife, probably in her forties, looked very attractive, not dissimilar to your own mother. And the daughter wasn't half-bad either. You could fuck both of them. But... no, no. You shook your head at your impure thoughts. You would talk to the Pastor about what you did to Sabrina and see his thoughts on the matter. He wasn't a priest, but maybe he could help ease your mind.

But things took a bit of a turn when you spied Haley and her father in the line. She waved at you and ran up, kissing you on the lips before you pushed her away. She didn't seem too dismayed by this, still smiling. You glanced away. "I didn't take you for a church-goer," you said, noting her slutty reputation and all.

"No, my mom was the big churchie. But Dad figured we should be seen more in the community now, especially since he and I are fucking!" she said, loudly and proudly, as you glanced around to a crowd that seemed indifferent to those words. Her father came by and wrapped his arm around his daughter's shoulder, smiling as she let go of your hand.

"Are you accosting this young man?" he joked.

"Not yet," she continued.

You looked down. "Where's Sabrina?" you asked.

They looked at each other in confusion. "Probably home or something. She left after she woke up, without saying anything," said Principal Ellis, not stating if she was on foot or by Uber.

The line had moved up to the three owners/administrators of this Church: Pastor Thewlis, Mrs. Darleen, and their daughter Alexis. You met them cordially, as your mother whispered something into Darleen's ear. She smiled and took your hand.

She led you into the Fellowship Hall, with tables set up for the after-church meal, and something delicious in the kitchen. "So," began Mrs. Thewlis, as she removed her stockings, "your mother says you're having a moral crisis?" She took off her jacket as you watched her disrobe.

"Yes," you said, taking off your shirt. "I think I raped a girl."

She stopped as she was in the middle of taking off her shirt, but smiled again and unhooked her bra. "I highly doubt that, mister," she said, exposing her large breasts to the cold air-conditioned air, as you pulled down your pants and your erect cock popped out.

Her dress and panties were soon gone and she sat at the edge of a table, fully spreading herself open and wetting her entryway. "Rape involves... disagreement," she continues, as she grasps your cock as you approach her. "You want this?"

You nodded.

"I want this." She nods. "I don't think anyone in the world would disagree that this was right," she said, as she pulled me forward and let go in a manner that penetrated her deeply. She hugged me and nibbled on your ear. "Who's the silly girl who said no?"

"No one," you said, fucking her in earnest now. "She was unconscious at the time."

She was being pounded, but continued the convo, "You think... you think she would say no?"

"Prob- probably... not," you said, between grunts as you fucked the Pastor's wife.

"Well... Oh, Jesus... you fuck alot of unconscious women?" she asks, her voice growing heavy and a little incomprehensible.

"No," you answered truthfully, "but they fuck me..." you begin to palpitate, expecting full release.

"Wait..." she said, putting her hands on your shoulders. "There's... there's your answer," she was breathing very heavily, "if you don't think it's rape when they fuck you unconscious, it can't possibly be rape in reverse."

You didn't answer her, just grasped onto her sides and pushed in, perhaps against her will, as you flooded Darleen's womb.

"Woah, Mom," said Alexis a little scared as you relaxed on top of her mother.

"You're next," you said, menacingly, as you approached the young girl.

The crowd gathered around the table for true fellowship, as you lay down with a pillow made of altar cloth, and the now-naked Alexis standing akimbo over you as she is lowered down. "Fuck..." she says, blasphemously, as your cock parts her Red Sea.

"Relax, honey," says her mother, Darleen, still naked and leaking cum from your outing. Pastor Thewlis watches proudly as his daughter gives you pleasure, preparing to give Grace proudly and loudly after you finish your procreations.

Mom and Caitlin sit nearby in their incredibly revealing outfits, your mother's nipple even popping out of its place for all to see, and, strategically, Caitlin's pussy on display for those looking to see it. Warren is one of several men enjoying the show of an eighteen-year-old deflowering herself for their amusement.

You're pretty sure Haley is giving her father a handjob, but you don't say anything. It's not the most deranged sex act happening in the room at the moment. As you finally cum into Alexis's reddened orifice, you accept with glee your position in the room as the center of attention. All eyes hoping for your enjoyment in all things sexual.

"Let us say Grace," Pastor Thewlis begins, as Alexis is helped off of your flaccid dick, your seed escaping some of its imprisonment, before she stops it all with a paper towel.

"Father, we thank you for this food we are about to enjoy..."

You slide off the table and stand, naked, next to your family.

"We thank you for the fellowship that we will soon offer..."

You beam at the crowd, most of which are looking down with their eyes closed. Except for Haley, who is giving you devilish looks now and making blowjob signs.

"We especially thank you for allowing us to aid young John here in his recovery from this terrible affliction..."

You smile back at Haley, knowing full well that the good Pastor didn't know what the fuck he was talking about. This was great!

"And we hope that the new children growing in the belly of my wife and daughter, and all the gracious women who gave John what he most needed, will be born big and strong and not suffer the same ailment he was cursed with. In Heaven's name. Amen."

Wait, what?!