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First Published: 21 January 2011

Breeding in the name of God
by Isabella

James was helping out at the Council of Churches monthly meeting; he was a willing volunteer for anything that happened within his own church and to help out at anything that his own priest, Father Flanagan, was involved in. Father Flanagan was one of the more progressive priests in the Roman Catholic Ministry but James begrudgingly forgave Father Flanagan for his liberal ideas as it had been Father Flanagan who had finally persuaded Isabella, James's wife, to drop her rape charges against him.

James was making and serving coffee for the afternoon break, he didn't really like the Council of Churches very much, he didn't agree at all with his faith, in his opinion the only true faith, mixing on an equal footing with Protestants, Muslims, Hindus, Jews and Jane faiths but he realised that the council had helped to defuse inter faith tensions on the city streets and that had to be good for the sub-urban and rural communities too.

James saw Father Flanagan and the Protestant Vicar from Newport Pagnell locked in deep conversation, James knew that the coffee break would be over in just ten minutes so he took a tray, two cups and saucers, a pot of tea and a pot of coffee, milk and sugar over to the two men to make sure that no matter what major issue of church business had kept the men away from his urn they shouldn't miss out on a chance of refreshment before the late afternoon debate and vote.

James wasn't being nosey as he took over the tea and coffee but he did overhear Peter Baker mention his trouble. Peter Baker was newly ordained, at just twenty-four, he was one of the youngest Vicars in the area, his wife was a model, that is not to say that she was a blow-up doll, but she was actually some kind of doll. Sarah had given up glamour work when she met Peter but she still did a little 'Cat-Walk' modelling for special occasions, like the London fashion week.

The snippet of conversation that James over heard went something like, "While I was at university I know that I was firing on all cylinders, you know that we aren't so restricted as you guys were at seminary school, Sarah and I had a great life, if you know what I mean! But ever since the Oxford versus the Open University Rugger match, the one where I got hospitalised following the Wing three-quarter's attempt to convert my balls instead of the game ball, well, I just know that is when my problems started, now Sarah is desperate for a baby and it looks like I'm not capable anymore!"

James began clearing tables, he saw that his confessor was trying desperately to comfort Peter Baker but Peter seemed to be getting more and more depressed as the conversation went on, even as they left the table and began to move back to the conference room James could see that Peter was almost in tears.

James had a long time to think about Peter Bakers problem, and his own. Even though James had to wash all the pots, wipe down all the tables and stack the chairs, he swept then mopped the floors but still had to wait almost two hours for the vote to be taken and the meeting to be officially closed. Two hours to dwell on the last four years, James's wife was no model but she was one of the prettiest women in the area, pretty and 'chased', Isabella was the perfect mother and in all but one respect, the perfect wife too. The one fly in the ointment, well, more like an elephant in the ointment, Isabella had struggled bringing up two young children and when James told her that as Laura was fifteen months old, it was time for them to try for a boy.

Isabella had blown up at the thought of a third child in just four years, her actual comment was, "You want another fucking kid, you visit the doctors and see if he can make you pregnant, and you can stay at home and look after the three of them!" James was very Victorian in his outlook, that and the Catholic Churches preaching that the man was superior and the wife was the servant, made James believe that it was his right to take his wife, take her and use her body to give him the son he demanded from her.

James had waited until Isabella had fallen asleep, then he had taken scissors and cut Isabella's nighty across the front, then he cut through the gusset of her knickers. James carefully opened Isabella's legs, the room was in darkness apart from the moonlight, it had been the first time that James had actually seen his wife's naked cunt, even in the moonlight it shocked James just the fact that he could see his wife's private area, but it didn't stop him kneeling on the bottom of Isabella's ruined nighty.

James fell forward, his hand catching Isabella's mouth, his cock found her pussy like a guided missile, Isabella woke instantly, the look of terror on Isabella's face almost made James stop but the drive to have a son soon overcame his feelings and he held his wife trapped there on the bed until the deed was over and his seed was on its way through his wife's body. The arrival of the police, less than an hour later took James by surprise, he had no idea that he could actually go to prison for having sex with his own wife but within the hour he was looking through barred windows in the local police station.

Isabella was examined, her face and between her legs had to be photographed to show the force of her husband's attack, the intimate photographs almost put Isabella off going through with the complaint but she was resolute, she didn't want to have to divorce James, didn't want to have to leave her comfortable house, a large house with a swimming pool, not that Isabella swam but the kids loved using the pool in the summer. James's Mother, Father and every other family member, including her own Mother and Father had visited Isabella and put pressure on her to withdraw her complaint against her husband all to no avail.

Father Flanagan was the man who had taken the unusual step, "Isabella, what if I get James to agree to separate beds from now on, get him to sign a no sex contract. I've spoken to his mother; she will counter sign the contract, if James steps over the line again June will sign over the house to you as penalty for the breach of contract!" The agreement went totally against Roman Catholic Church dogma but it was the clincher, the thing that made Isabella drop her charges against her husband. James had spent twenty-four hours in the cell, and he didn't want to ever experience that again. James realised that it was Father Flanagan's unorthodox approach to problem solving that had saved his marriage and gained him his freedom so he could see why the Council of Churches had made Father Flanagan the Chair Person of the local council and why other religious leaders trusted Father Flanagan with their problems.

James drove the car back to the village, Father Flanagan had spent the first half of the journey in silent contemplation, then, suddenly he came out with, "Peter Baker has problems, I don't know how much you heard of young Peters problem but I'm sure there is a solution to his problem, I've asked him to send Sarah over to the Manse tomorrow to have a talk to me, I told him to pray for a child tonight and to do his husbandly duties immediately after, I also told him that I would pray for a solution to his problem too! I'd like you to come over around ten o'clock in the morning; I may need you to volunteer to do your Christian duty. You do still want to father more children I assume?"

James looked over at his Priest, "You know the contract I had to sign with Isabella, I can't have any more children!" "I wasn't thinking about you having children with Isabella, you are older than Peter Baker but you are of similar build, same hair and eye colour, similar complexion too, the two of you could be brothers, just twenty years apart that's all!"

When James arrived at the Manse, Sarah Baker was already there, James had only caught sight of Sarah a few times but sitting there in the dappled light of the Manse's sitting room she looked every bit the model. She was dressed in a floaty whit 'confection' of a dress; it looked spider web thin, perfect for the summer. The dress was so thin that Sarah's bra and panties, matching in Lemon silk, were clearly visible through the material wherever it lay in a single layer, the dress was so full that it wasn't single in very many places.

"James my boy, I'm really glad you happened along, Sarah and I were just having a physiological debate, physiological, philosophical and theological debate, we have just agreed that if she and her husband had prayed seriously for an answer to their fertility problem, if God actually exists, he would likely send the answer in the form of an earthly angel, an angel who would be genetically similar to her own husband, and we both agreed that if God sent his answer in a consecrated place, such as the grounds of our church here, and that if the remedy were to be watched over and prayed over by a respected cleric, then it couldn't be classed as infidelity. Sarah agrees, how do you feel?"

Sarah was very beautiful and it had been four long years since James had felt a willing woman's body under him, not that the sex was important, it was passing on his genes that was the most important thing in life.

Cutting a long story short, Sarah, James and Father Flanagan moved into the Church, the main door was locked and James and Sarah stripped each other totally naked right on the floor, well, on an old sleeping bag from the scouts hut, unzipped and opened out on the floor, right in front of the pulpit. Father Flanagan stood in his place in the pulpit, looking down on James and Sarah as they enjoyed each other's bodies, they enjoyed each other's bodies so much that Father Flanagan had exhausted his repertoire of prayers to commit adultery by and had gone on to reciting his way through the psalms.

James had so much stored up spunk from four years of enforced abstinence that he flooded Sarah's body completely and utterly, he drained his balls and his energy reserves. Sarah was washed out, lying breathless and panting, soaked in the combination of her own sweat, James's sweat and his spunk too. Two naked bodies, lying in front of the elderly Priest, he was still canting the Psalms to the two spent bodies on the floor, naked in front of him.

James and Sarah both returned to the manse through the private passageway from the church, they showered together, again, Father Flanagan stood watching them as they washed each other, as they were no longer on consecrated ground Father Flanagan felt it was his duty to make sure that James and Sarah's remaining pleasure went no further than bathing each other outside of the church.

Father Flanagan escorted Sarah to her car, "James would usually expect to produce a child after only one act, as he did with his own wife but I feel that it would be expeditious if you returned each day this week, make sure that Peter and you pray together each evening in the church, make sure that Peter takes you fully and completely each night after prayers so that when you fall pregnant, the act of conception can be traced by Peter, back to one of his own marital acts.

Sarah, James and Father Flanagan went through the same ritual for four days; Father Flanagan knew that what he was doing would be looked upon by the Conclave of Cardinals as sinful if it ever came to light. He knew that him watching two people, who weren't married to each other, engaging in an attempt to produce a new life outside the wedded bed was wrong but he felt that it was the right thing to do for Sarah and Peter Baker, it was also helping James out of a frustrating problem. Father Flanagan knew that he was sinning; he also knew that his punishment was that even though his balls were causing him so much pain that he would never be able to relieve himself, punishment indeed.

On the Friday, the fifth day of James's and Sarah's congress, Father Flanagan was praying for success in Sarah's endeavours and he was also praying to god to send him help, send him release from his sinful feelings of the flesh and relief from the feelings building up in his balls.

Isabella was sitting at home, sitting in front of her computer, Isabella was a woman and was no Catholic, were she a man and a Catholic she would have been committing a sin. William was in bed and, girls were at school and James was volunteering at the Manse again, as he had been every day that week. Whenever Isabella was alone in the house and William was in his room sleeping through his afternoon nap, Isabella would sit at her computer, she would prepare carefully, a thick fluffy towel covering her computer chair, a very loose fitting summer dress and no panties on. Isabella slipped into her fantasy world as easily as the fingers of her left hand slipped into her cunt. She typed with her right hand, typed her fantasy down on the computer with her right hand as her left hand brought her release from her frustrations.

Amy burst in the living room, almost catching her mother as she was masturbating herself. Amy was excited, she had won a prize at school, a bible and gift voucher for books, it wasn't unusual for Amy to win prizes at school, she was after all one of the brightest students for her age in the county. The reason for Amy's excitement was that the prize this time was for being the best student in Religious Studies in the whole school.

Isabella managed to remove her left hand fast enough so that Amy didn't see what she was doing, Isabella also managed to close the window on the compute down too so that Amy couldn't see what her mother had been typing either. The only give-a-way to what Isabella had been doing for over two hours was the beads of sweat on her forehead and upper lip, the glistening wet fingers on her left hand and the sweet but musky smell in the air.

Amy wanted to show her father her prize, "Go to the Manse, you father is helping Father Flanagan!" Amy ran for the door but Isabella stopped her, "Go to the manse, if your father isn't there, go through the Manse into the Church, the main door is usually locked at this time of day!"

Amy ran into the church, the passageway joining the Manse to the church came through the Priest's robbing room, out behind the Pulpit. Amy rushed in on silent plimsolls; the three adults didn't hear her. Amy skidded to a halt, her father was naked, the pretty woman was naked too, her father was on top of the woman and his willley was in the woman's tiggy. It looked like her father was hurting the woman but if he was hurting the woman, why was the pries standing there, dressed in his robes and praying, why wasn't he stopping her father.

Father Flanagan was rocking back and forth; his tummy was rubbing against the front of the pulpit. Amy realised that the Priest wasn't just rubbing his tummy, it was his willey, his clothes were closed but Amy could see the lump in his trousers pushing against the wood. Amy ignored her father, she sidled up to the old Priest and she reached out her hand to touch, put her hand between Priest and pulpit. Father Flanagan thanked God for answering his prayers, he stepped back, he continued canting the Psalms as he opened his trousers and allowed Amy to take the weight of his cock from his pants.

It took only a few seconds of Amy's hand on Father Flanagan's cock for him to erupt; he had almost five days of pent up excitement and many years of unexpelled semen in his balls one minute and all over the little girl the next. So copious was the fountain of spunk that it covered Amy from the top of her head to her bare knees. Father Flanagan was disgusted with himself until he saw the smile on Amy's face, then he convinced himself that Amy had actually been sent by God to ease his suffering.

Amy was allowed by the Priest to watch her father for another hour as he fucked the woman not knowing that his spunk covered daughter was watching him from behind the Priest in his pulpit, John was very energetic in the way that he fucked Sarah, far more energetic than he had ever been with Isabella, but then she was his wife and he could fuck her any time he wanted before he lost his head and raped her, as he took great pleasure from the sex act as well as the potential for breeding this beautiful woman, pleasure he never realised that the sex act could give him.

James and Sarah had been told before this fifth sexual session that it would be their last even if Sarah didn't catch and fall pregnant this time it would have to be taken to mean that the act wasn't being countenanced by God, if Sarah did fall pregnant and she and Peter wanted a second child, Father Flanagan would assist in a second child and subsequent children but this first congress had to be fruitful to prove God's acceptance of the Flanagan fix.

Father Flanagan had planned on hiding Amy and sending James and Sarah to shower on their own while he cleaned his demon seed off of her little body but when she realised that her father was nearing completion, Amy had slipped away, again, unheard and un-noticed.

Amy ran home to her Mother, Isabella had finished her fantasy writing and masturbation before she was quite finished, Amy had run over to the Manse but her sister Laura had stopped behind with their Mother. Isabella spotted her spunk drenched daughter as she ran into the house, she managed to stop Laura seeing Amy, Amy was whisked up to the bathroom, Isabella didn't question the girl as to what had happened and Amy didn't offer any explanation, Isabella did ask however, "did someone do something to you that you didn't want them too?" Amy smiled sweetly and shook her head, Father Flanagan hadn't asked her for permission, he hadn't told her what he wanted her to do or what he was about to do to her but she was happy to do it for him. Amy didn't realise that she had been the 'Hand of God' in the Priest's eyes and she didn't really care, she loved the old man, she knew very many Priests and Clergymen because of her Father's religious fanaticism and Father Flanagan was the nicest of all of them.

Isabella was happy that her daughter was happy, she washed the girl, as if she washed her for the first time in her life, Isabella wanted to masturbate herself while the children were in the house for the first time in her life too.

The next day James had joined a working party, the Glebe, church land that wasn't part of the actual 'Church Yard' needed a little ground work, clearing weeds and cutting grass, there were five members of the parish working hard all day. The housekeeper at the Manse was on her day off so Father Flanagan couldn't offer his working party any refreshment, he decided to press Isabella, He knew James was a fervent supporter of the church, he knew Isabella wasn't so keen but as her own husband was one of the working party Father Flanagan decided yo aske her to help out with refreshments.

Amy and Laura were in the back garden, playing at the water table so both girls were dressed in just knickers because of the heat of the sun and the fun with the water. Isabella agreed to make drinks and sandwiches for the working party but told Father Flanagan that he would have to look after the children; William was in bed so he would be no problem. As Isabella left with the tray of food and drinks she pointed to a bottle of sun oil, Put some of that on the girls please, I don't want them to burn in the sun.

When Father Flanagan told Laura that she needed more sunscreen on she turned him down, saying, "No Pastor, I'm going in to watch TV for a bit now, it's time for my program!" Amy was only too happy for the priest to oil her body, she even took her knickers off so that he didn't get oil on the material, Father Flanagan prayed for god to help and guide him, to save him from temptation, then Amy opened her legs and asked the priest to oil between them for her.

It took less than five minutes before Amy had her hand inside the priests trousers, she took his cock out and looked at it closely, there was a bead of precum forming on the tip of the old pastor's cock, "Does that taste nice or nasty?" Amy had heard older girls talking about sucking boy's cocks, there seemed to be a division of opinion on the subject, almost an even divide between loving the taste and hating it.

Amy was allowed to put the tip of her tongue on the bubble of salty spunk, she didn't mind the taste at all and before the priest knew what was happening, he had Amy's head in both hands and was pulling her mouth as far down his cock as he could get it without choking her.

Isabella walked around the back of the house and found the man sitting on her bench with Amy bent over his cock, totally naked, "Father Flanagan, what the hell is going on here?" Amy jumped to the man's defence, she told her mother that she had wanted to do it, that Father Flanagan didn't want her too but she had tempted him too much.

"Well, that's as maybe but I don't think the back garden where anyone can see is the right place to do that kind of thing!" Amy took Father Flanagan's hand and led him, his cock still standing like a flagpole out of the front of his trousers, through the house and into her playroom. Amy encouraged the priest to undress totally and then she started to play with his cock again and continued with the sucking.

Isabella took two glasses of Orange juice into the playroom, Father Flanagan was now totally naked, laying on his back on the floor, Amy was standing above him, feet either side of his hips and was trying to squat down on his cock, the way she had seen the woman sitting on her father's cock the day before. Isabella just stood there, she was grateful that her hands were full, she had, after all, had her own play session cut, frustratingly, short the day before and hadn't had the opportunity to finish herself off.

Seeing Father Flanagan laying there, her tiny daughter trying to force his huge cock into her tiny little slit had opened the floodgates in Isabella's pussy area. Amy stood up, "OH mummy, I can't do it, I saw daddy and the lady doing it yesterday in church and it looked such fun, now look, I've got the pastor all hot and can't help him!"

Isabella was, as usual, dressed in her billowing summer dress, she would never dream of doing anything inappropriate in front of her daughter or the family priest, but these weren't normal circumstances. As Amy stepped off of the priest, Isabella took her place, as she squatted down, she handed one of the drinks to Amy and slipped her free hand up under her dress, a simple pull of the leg-hole of her knickers to one side and Isabella sank down on the huge cock belonging to the trusted man of god.

Isabella had to put the second glass of juice on the floor before giving Father Flanagan her rendition of 'Cow-girl' sex, Amy was disappointed that her mother's dress hid the very important educational quality of the act from her but even at such a young age, Amy realised how shy her mother was, and so just seeing her mother as she was, was a huge step forward for her.

Isabella was working on inner feelings, needs and desires, she wasn't thinking about the consequences of allowing the priest to fuck her, she had no idea what part of her reproductive cycle she was in. Father Flanagan was at the point of boiling over into the young parationer when the thought popped into his head, he pushed Isabella off of him with all of his strength, just as his seed started to erupt from his cock, Amy was on her knees in a flash, she wanted to see the man shoot his sperm again, she got so close that his spunk covered her face. Not so productive as the day before when he covered most of the little girl's body, but still quite a face full.

As Father Flanagan dressed in shame, Isabella took her daughter to the bathroom and washed her face, she also had to wash her lower body and irrigate her vagina to wash out any stray semen that may have invaded her body.

The next day was Sunday, James was again helping around the church, Amy told her mother that she wanted to play with Father Flanagan again, "He won't be able to play today darling, Sunday is his busiest day!" Amy wouldn't settle so Isabella had to take all three children to the church to see if Father Flanagan was free to se Amy.

The church was empty when Isabella and the children got in there, the early mass had finished thirty minutes earlier, now was the time for confessional, the parishioner's door was open and the confessional was empty, the priest's door was closed showing that Father Flanagan was in there waiting to hear his next confession. Amy rushed over to the confessional box, but, instead of running into the public side, she rushed around to the priest's side and opened his door before stepping in. Isabella rushed over to apologise to Father Flanagan and pull her daughter out of there but she could see her daughter through the mesh screen, Amy had Father Flanagan's cassock raised and was already opening his trousers. Isabella stood in the church looking through the open door of the confessional as her daughter began sucking the priest's massive cock.

Isabella had begun to squeeze her thighs together and relax them as a way of masturbating herself as she watched her daughter. James came up from behind without making a sound, "Hi darling, are you going to confession?" Isabella almost jumped out of her skin, "No, you know I don't believe!" "I know but if you have something on your mind, Father Flanagan will happily hear your confession, or just listen to any problems you may have!"

Isabella noticed the priest cover her daughter with his surplus and, even though Isabella could still see the back of her daughter's head as it bobbed up and down under the white material, she knew that James was so disinterested in sex that he wouldn't notice what was happening if it was right out in the open.

Isabella had to stop herself from laughing as her husband went in to make his confession with yis own young daughter giving the priest a blow-job as he was making it. Isabella went to the far end of the church so that she could keep an eye on the confessional, James took fifteen seconds to make his confession, he moved in front of the alter to carry out his penance, it took a further fifteen minutes before Amy slipped out of the confessional.

Isabella had to use a tissue to wipe her daughters mouth, there was only a slight trace of semen, "Where is the rest of it?" Her mother asked, she had after all, already cleaned off two loads of the priests cum. "I swallowed it all!" Amy said, rubbing her finger against the spot her mother had just wiped, "Well, most of it!" There was a wonderful beaming smile that lit her daughters face up totally. Isabella couldn't remember a time when her daughter had looked so happy.

At dinner that night, James asked the children to clear the table and put the pots in the sink, as soon as the children left the room he turned to his wife, "Darling, I have been chatting to Father Flanagan, earlier in the confessional, he seemed very distant and preoccupied but he did say that if I did penance every day for a month, I would be forgiven for having sex while using, well, precautions of some kind! If I did, you know, the penance thing and used something like a condom, or something, do you think I could, well, possible, do 'IT' with you sometime?"

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