Well, God is with them. Although they did forget something...

After some twisting and turning, Nicholas and Sarah were now facing each other, Sarah's fat cock still buried deep within her lover, the pastor's own thrusting into her cavernous cleavage. Both the pastor's and the housekeeper's hips moved at a much more sedate pace, both their lips locked tightly around one swollen, milky nipple each - their massive cum shots had left them parched, and this allowed them to replenish at least some of the fluids they lost.

And with the slower tempo, there was less frantic chasing of the climax, and more enjoying of sensations and each other. They had gone from **** breeding to gentle love-making, and all it had taken where two explosive climaxes, the creampies Sarah had served making Nicholas' belly swell moderately as his womb sloshed with her cum. The simmering arousal barely built, though, keeping the lovers in a gentle embrace, draining each other's milk-laden boobs one after the other as the sun crept over the sky, shadows wandering over the walls until the pastor's study became darker and darker until finally, dusk gave way to night. Still, the lovers were going at it, now with Nicholas lying on top of Sarah, nuzzling into her pillowy mounds, hands playing with the quartet of nipples on top of each of her bulging areolas as Sarah thrust into him from below. And still, climax was nowhere near for either of them, and it wasn't when they finally fell asleep in each other's arms, Sarah's dick still firmly lodged inside the pastor as she slowly bucked her hips as if on instinct.

"Mnnghfuuuck..." The sun warmed the pastor's back, his body buzzing with lust, pussy twitching around Sarah's thick member. He felt pleasantly aroused - not frantic, release still a ways away, but chasing it firmly at the forefront of his mind. Apparently, they had been sleepfucking all throughout the night, leaving him and Sarah sweaty and smelling of sex and milk even more than they had after yesterday. "Feels... so... good..."

Shimmying and shaking his hips, Nicholas tried to amplify the sensations, maybe wake Sarah to have her play a more active--

Be-Beep! Be-Beep! BE-BEEP!

The alarm the pastor had set on his smartphone going off put a stop to these plans. It was the alarm that told him to get ready for his Sunday sermon - somehow, they had slept through the alarm that was supposed to wake Pastor Nicholas up.

"Oh, fuck!" Bolting upright, Nicholas not only woke up Sarah with the sudden yelp and frantic movement, but also stimulated himself exquisitely on her throbbing cock. "Oh, fuuuuck~..."

But even this didn't quite cut through the rising panic, and the pastor rose from Sarah's prone form with shaky legs and bobbing cock, turning to his desk and the laptop on top of it - and his stomach dropped.

"Oh, fuck!" The entire desk was swimming in fluids, the laptop well and truly milk-logged. It was most definitely dead.

"Nicholas? Whu... whu's goin' on?" Mumbling sleepily, Sarah pushed herself up on her elbows to look at Nicholas, her thick shaft rising up into the air like a pulsing pillar of fuckmeat. But the pastor could barely take notice as he stared at his ruined laptop.

Even if he had finished the editing yesterday, he would be unable to get to the files now. Especially not with 15 minutes until the start of the sermon.

Panting - partly from exertion, partly due to rampant arousal - Pastor Nicholas stood on the pulpit overlooking his congregation in their sunday's bests. He'd had to leave his confused lover behind in their mess, barely having enough time to throw on his cassock over his nude body. Thankfully, it was billowy enough to at least somewhat hide Nicholas' new voluptuousness, but the enormous bulge of the pastor's shaft was not so easily concealed, the humongous fuckstick too stiff still to be held between his breasts. So Nicholas had hurried into the church, hunched over and pressing down on the throbbing cock with both hands until he could clamber up into the pulpit where its carved wooden front hid the pastor's member, even if the way the spongy, drooling tip was rubbing against the wood was torturously divine.

As Pastor Nicholas stood in front of his congregation, without a sermon, but with a massive, twitching erection, face flush and lips parted to let ragged breaths escape, mind whirling to try and remember the start of his sermon so he could start improvising, the parishioners began to whisper among themselves. Pastor Clarke looked a little worse for wear, and him being late was highly unusual. Normally, Nicholas liked to mingle with his parish before mass, talk a little, offer advice... and now the pastor came running into the church, empty-handed, beet-red and squirming? Highly unusual indeed.

The pastor, meanwhile, could feel precum ooze from the tip of his cock, milk soaking into the cassock from his stiff nipples, and feminine honey rolling down his thighs - none of which helped with remembering his sermon. What he could recall was... Nicholas straightened in his pulpit. Remembering the absolute bliss he'd felt yesterday, the epiphany of the past week, the pastor felt his conviction, his fervent belief strengthen him. So what if Nicholas didn't have his sermon? He'd speak from the heart beating behind his marvelous bosom, let his newfound mission from God guide him.

"My dear friends!" There was barely any quiver in Pastor Clarke's voice betraying his lust, even though his cock throbbed madly and his pussy fluttered. Standing before his congregation in this state... it seemed to make Nicholas even hornier. "Today I stand before you not with parables or quotes from the Good Book. No, I stand before you with a mission from God himself!"

Now, the whispering and murmuring began in earnest, although a few hands were clasped in prayer. This was just as unusual as Pastor Clarke being late - his sermons were usually much more grounded, relating real life issues to scripture. For him to open with such grandiose a statement... One parishioner, a well-dressed woman of about 40 years sitting in the first row right before the pulpit, meanwhile, recoiled slightly, nose wrinkling as she sniffed. Once. And immediately, her expression softened, a blush spreading on her cheeks as her mouth fell open slightly and her eyes closed partway.

"He has deemed me worthy of His blessings, and now I wish to spread the word so you may receive them yourself!"

Subconsciously, Pastor Nicholas began gyrating his hips, rubbing his cock against the pulpit, arms raised and gesticulating... and moving ever closer to his hidden bust.

The well-dressed woman's neighbors - her name was Janina LaRue, Nicholas remembered nkw - began to blush much like her as she began to rub her lower abdomen through her beige pantsuit, her left slowly inching up her body to where her modest bust stretched the fabric.

"I took a while to recognize the Lord's handiwork for what it was, but now, I see the duty he has given me, the message and the blessings he wishes me to spread."

The building arousal made Nicholas' voice tremble, hands now lying on top of his breasts where they pressed down gently, dark blotches spreading on the chest of his cassock. Billowy as it was, the large, soft swells were undeniably visible now. Presenting his milky bosom to over a hundred parishioners, even clothed as he was, made Nicholas feel woozy with lust, breath hitching in his throat.

Like rippling waves from a stone cast into a lake, the blushing and the self-stimulation spread through the congregation from the pulpit as the pastor kept talking, emboldened by the rapturous expressions on his parishioners' faces. God's hand was surely upon them - his improvised sermon was by no means good enough to have this effect.

"For the Lord has made me the first of His new ideal for humankind, a new Adam, and Sarah my Eve!"

Without thinking, Pastor Clarke ripped open his cassock, revealing his nude body to the entirety of his congregation, breasts wobbling and dripping milk down their prodigious swells. Only his shaft was still hidden by the pulpit.

Gasps escaped the mouths of the parishioners, astonished whispers where exchanged, jaws hung slack - but not one of the congregation was scandalized at the Pastor's bare breasts. Rather, more than a few took Nicholas denuding himself as an invitation to open zippers, pull up dresses and shove hands under shirts or blouses and inside underwear and begin touching themselves unabashedly. And when the pastor began hefting his breasts and squeezing them together, more followed suit, their eyes glued to the droplets of milk running from Pastor Clarke's erect teats.

"Yes, gaze upon his work and rejoice!" Nicholas' voice shook as his cock buzzed with pleasure, straining against the pulpit. For his divine boons to inspire this much adoration... it made the pastor pant excitedly as he tugged on his nipples, sending squirts of milk down onto the floor, almost hitting the feet of the parishioners in the first row. "Th-the Lord shall bless you as well, an--nnh! And grant you boons much like ours! We are the first, but we shall not be the la--aah! Last!"

With one quick step up on the little stool Pastor Clarke usually knelt on when he lead his congregation in prayer, the pastor brought his wide hips into view - and of course his cock, the girthy rod bouncing up and down after slipping free from the pulpit, flinging pre through the air.

"Oh my God!" A young woman, Natalie Waters if the pastor's lust-addled mind provided the correct name, rose from the pews, stumbling out into between the benches from where she had been sitting in the third row. Her right hand was firmly lodged inside her pussy even as she made her unsteady way to a spot a few feet in front of the pulpit and fell to her knees, pushing up her blouse to free her small-ish breasts. Barely a B-cup they were, but Nicholas had not had his massive bazongas a week ago. Surely, the Lord's blessings would provide. "It's... it's so... mmmnngh~..."

Firmly grasping his divinely blessed cock, Pastor Nicholas began stroking the velvety flesh over the rock-hard, pulsing core, prompting a sigh from Mel that was echoed throughout the pews from men and women alike. Seeing them appreciate God's work like this made Nicholas' heart beat faster as his snatch began to drool femcum uncontrollably and pre dripped to the ground from his erect, throbbing fuckstick.

None of the parishioners were able to resist the vision of God's work, and even the most prudish were sneaking little touches and squeezes here and there. Thrusting his hips into his right hand, Nicholas sent squirts of pre through the air that hit the wooden floor with noisy splatters, the pastor's other hand still cupping and squeezing his left breast, the sensitive flesh slick with milk.

"Nnnghaawwd~..." Seeing his parish before him, inspired to unabashed acts of self-love and - in some cases - love for partners and spouses made Nicholas' heart soar. God's wisdom and power was great, and the pastor was as sure as ever that his path was a righteous one as he kept pumping his shaft and milking his breasts. "It f-fills me with great joy that His wo-works inspire you so much... fffgh... hah... hnh... you... you too shall receive... oh God!"

As much as showing God's boons to the congregation turned the pastor on, seeing each and every one of the parishioners masturbate - furiously, languidly or even each other - to Nicholas' wanton display made his out of control lust rise even faster. There had been so much more he'd written, so much more he'd wanted to say, but the pastor's mind was bereft of words by now. He felt barely able to breathe as his hips bucked, fat nuts swinging and slapping into his soft thighs. Milk kept spraying from Nicholas' breasts in hot squirts, some of them reaching the first rows in front of the pulpit, together with the ropes of pre shooting out of the pastor's distended urethra. Where they hit members of the congregation, the globs and droplets where eagerly scooped up and licked off of fingers languidly, the men and women humming in appreciation at the sweet or tangy taste, depending on whether they were swallowing pre or milk.

The air was growing heavy and humid, the windows of the church beginning to fog over as a hundred people gasped and grunted and moaned, releasing copious amounts of sexual fluids as hands spread open pussy lips or flew up and down pulsing cocks. Of course, the pastor was by far the biggest contributor, his improvised sermon now devolved into groans and gasps as he kept thrusting his fat prick into the air, fingers running up and down the girthy length. The first members of the congregation were already cumming, spurts of jizz or spatters of femcum arching through the air to hit the pews or other parishioners. Not that it stopped the ones that had climaxed - it seemed that the hand of God had already touched them as their arousal never waned. Cocks remained stiff, sodden slits wet, and the people of Pastor Clarke's congregation kept chasing the next orgasm much like the pastor and Sarah had been yesterday.

More had joined Natalie in front of the pulpit, kneeling and sitting in puddles of sexual fluids as they pleasured themselves. Among them were Melanie and Paul Weller, a young couple whose wedding the pastor had officiated not even a month ago. Now, their lips were locked in a passionate kiss as Melanie fondled her right breast and stroked her husband's shaft while he pumped two fingers in and out of her pussy. Gazing down at them and the rest of the congregation, all of them now in various states of undress, some with their hands or even heads between the legs of their lovers, spouses and sometimes neighbors, Pastor Clarke panted and groaned, his hand a blur on his dick. This was going better than his wildest imagination, once again proving that he was doing the Lord's work. Why else would He reach out and aid the pastor like this?

Nicholas' hips bucked and thrust without his conscious input, cum roiling in his heavy nuts. The church echoed with orgiastic cries and wanton moans, some muffled by deep kisses, by cocks jammed deep into throats both male and female, by sodden pussies between spread legs. The congregation might not have received any blessings from God yet, but they were obviously touched by him. Janine, who'd been the first to feel it, was now being touched by both men who'd been sitting next to her while she jerked off both of their impressive lengths and kissed the younger of them, a well-muscled young man that was in his second year of college, if Pastor Nicholas' memory served right. Behind them, Sharon Harris was pushing Samantha O'Kinnon towards a screaming climax using her mouth on Samantha's snatch while Kyle Richards languidly thrust into hers, doing his best to make Sharon cum as well.

Over on the other side of the pews, Patrick Blarney was getting sucked off by his neighbor's wife Mary while blowing her husband Dave's pulsing pillar of manmeat. At the very back of the church, Nancy Delaney had finally managed to take both her husband Ron and his best friend Charles' cocks, howling in pleasure as they filled her like nothing before. And as Pastor Clarke's gaze wandered over the members of his parish, he saw God's work repeated again and again and saw that it was good.

Love and pleasure shared freely and readily, over a hundred parishioners growing closer than ever, petty disputes and grievances forgotten. How could this not be the Almighty's plan? Of course, the lewd tableau spread before Nicholas was also exciting him immensely, shaft lurching in his hand and jettisoning pre further than ever, reaching almost to the third row of the pews, anointing person after person with fluids touched by the divine, much to their delight. And the pastor's milk, that life-giving fluid filling his sloshing mammaries, sprayed from his nipples so very forcefully that part of it seemed to turn into fine mist drifting through the air, the rest dripping down on the most eager of the parish that were now making love right beneath the pulpit.

But as much as it gave him joy, Pastor Nicholas couldn't keep focusing on the people of his parish as his lust rose to unbearable heights, eyes fluttering closed, Nicholas' fingers squeezing his left breast and making milk spray over the first row of the pews. The pastor's right gripped his shaft tightly, trying to stave off the impending climax, let the arousal grow more still...

But with a guttural howl of pleasure, cock straining and glans swelling, Nicholas felt his nuts slam upwards, hitting his cunt in an explosion of femcum and pure lust that made his knees buckle. With a splurt loud enough to be audible over the cacophony of moaning and gasping filling the church, a massive rope of cum went flying over and onto the pews, prompting squeals and lustful groans from those it hit, setting off a few climaxes itself. And another followed it, scattering and hitting more of the congregation. And another shot of cum followed that one. And another.

When it was finally over, the pastor stepped down from the little stool with shaking legs, breathing heavily and stroking his softening cock to **** the last few drops of cum out and onto the writhing bodies below the pulpit. Using its wooden railing to keep upright, Pastor Clarke looked out over the main room of the church, collecting his thoughts, catching his breath - and smiling.

This was more than he could ever have hoped for. With the sermon he'd written, he had expected to maybe convince a few of the congregation to take the step all of humanity would take in time, to become like Nicholas and Sarah, but now? His entire parish had been touched by the Almighty, judging by the way Janine LaRue's breasts firmed up under the hands of both of her lovers as they fondled the older woman. Below the pulpit and out in the pews, too, the pastor could see swelling tits, lips stretching around pulsing, fattening cocks, maybe even a few first trickles of milk... the Lord was generous with his blessings. It made Pastor Nicholas' heart soar.

Obviously, it took a while for things return to normal - or as normal as they would go. Little by little, the lustful frenzy began to lessen, fucking and sucking turning into cuddling and kissing. No one seemed the least bit shocked or even perturbed by what had happened. Faces were flushed and some eyes bashfully cast downwards, but shrieks of lust didn't turn into cries of panic or outrage as part of Nicholas had feared - once again reaffirming his belief in being on the right path.

The pastor left the pulpit to stand before the altar, cassock still open and baring his heaving breasts dripping with milk, his wide hips and his cock, even flaccid enviably big. Spreading his arms wide, Pastor Nicholas began to speak once more, voice thick with emotion; only now it began to really hit home that his parish was to be the center of world changing events.

"Friends... lovers... you are now part of something much larger than yourself. In time, you will find yourself blessed by the Lord just like me... and Sarah."

Turning towards the door to the parish house, Nicholas was not at all surprised to find his lover standing there, entirely nude and flushed pink as Sarah's hands tugged on two of her nipples. As Pastor Nicholas waved her over, she beamed at him and walked over to the pastor, kissing him lovingly, grabbed his hand and stood next to him, turning to face the congregation. No one even bat an eye at Sarah's unusual endowmentd. If anything, there were appreciative smiles or envious looks.

"Thank you. Thank you all! Thank you for being a part of this, for taking this journey with us. Now, let us recite the Lord's Prayer and thank Him for this blessing, for choosing us to be the first of his new ideal. Afterwards, if you would like to talk, I will be here, together with Sarah. And please, do tell others about this, about us. Our church will be open to anyone!"

As the voices of the parish joined in prayer, clear and joyous, Nicholas squeezed Sarah's hand lightly. Being here with his lover, in front of a hundred people that were now part of something bigger, just like Pastor Nicholas. It made his bosom swell with pride. Or... maybe it was actual swelling, brought on by his body's reaction to the first stages of pregnancy, his milk production going into overdrive?

The thought made the pastor's smile grow even wider.

(Author's note: The first chapter of the new year, and the first branch that I think I can call finished. I'm planning an epilogue - and will finally be able to continue the story of Penny and Ellie. Thanks for staying with me for all this time and for all the likes and comments. Leave one if you liked the story of what happened at mass and let me know if there's a particular branch you'd like to see continued.)