**The reader in this story has been written to fit a conservative profile and the mother has been written as one who is concerned with her and her family’s reputation, so as to align the plot**
“Y/N dear! Are you ready to go? We’ll be late for church!” Your mum called up the stairs, her voice floating in through your bedroom door as you quickly adjusted your knee length skirt and neatly fitting blouse.
“Coming Mum!” you called back.
“And don’t forget your Bible, you have the opening prayer today.”
“Yes, Mum,” you called again, reaching for your Bible and clutching it to your chest as you turned towards your bedroom door.
You caught sight of yourself in the mirror as you turned, and stopped to look at yourself for a second, your eyes travelling down your body then back to the Bible in your hands.
The last time you had held the Bible like this was when Dabi had bent you over the chair in the pastors room, flicked your long skirt up, pulled your panties down and…
You were throbbing between your thighs just remembering it.
Dabi, was the pastor’s son. 19 and hot. He was a bit of a bad boy too, but because his dad was overseeing the church he had to play the good boy on sundays… which he did quite well… on the surface that is.
All the women of the church would say how good he was, how he was so well behaved, how he was walking in his fathers footsteps.
Well you were curious to know if they would say the same things if they knew what you and he would get up to while the rest of the congregation were at the luncheon downstairs, or attending the afternoon program.
When your parents asked where you went during the afternoons you told them you and Dabi were studying scripture.
It wasn’t a complete lie, but holding the Bible overhead and reading lines from psalms while he fucked your pussy probably wasn’t what they had in mind as far as ‘studying scripture’ goes.
He had had you in every position, reading every verse, so much so that when you read parts of the Bible now all you could see was where you had been when he fucked you over that text.
You got to church on time with your family and smiled politely to the elders as you entered, wishing them a pleasant day and taking a little verse from the greeters on the door who were handing out Bible promises to those who were entering.
With your best ‘good girl’ demeanor, you walked lightly to the front of the church and sat down in the front row to await the pastor to give you a nod when it was time for you to get up and do the opening prayer.
From your left, you could feel Dabi’s eyes on you and you glanced across at him as he sat there with those burning turquoise eyes that always undressed you no matter where you were.
You looked straight ahead again and sat the Bible in your lap, covering that throbbing heat that was starting to build up again.
Morning announcements were said, and then you were called forward to take the prayer.
“Good morning, church family,” you said politely into the microphone when you got to the podium, “please bow your heads with me as I…” you paused slightly and looked at Dabi, who grabbed a handful of the inside of his thigh and shifted it, “is that his dick?” You wondered when you saw the large outline, “oh my! It is!” A little flustered and turned on, you did your best to continue. “S-say this mornings prayer…”
Jamming your eyes shut, you started praying, but everything you had rehearsed earlier that week just flew out of your ears as your mind became wholly consumed by the thoughts of Dabi railing you with the monster in his pants, and when you finally struggled to the end of the prayer you said a hurried amen and quickly sat back down.
Dabi smirked across at you and winked, which only fueled your desires for him, and after the service had finished you went to sit with your family again.
“Y/N. That was a nice prayer but you got a little lost in the middle?” your mum chided lightly, adjusting her sunday dress and pearls around her neck.
“I’m sorry,” you said softly, looking down at the floor.
“Next time, put more emphasis into it. You’ll make us look bad otherwise.”
“Sorry Mum,” you said again.
“Never mind, we have lunch now and the pastor wants to eat with us so do come along.”
“Good morning Mrs L,” Dabi’s deeper smooth voice penetrated the hum of the other church goers in the background as he walked up behind you.
“Oh my, Dabi, how are you?” your mother gushed, batting her eyes at the handsome pastor’s son.
“If you don’t mind, Mrs L, may I have a word with Y/N? As the pastor’s son I think I can give her a few pointers on how she could have used her mouth and lips better to say the opening prayer.” He placed a warm hand on your shoulder and that heat ignited your whole being as you froze under his touch.
“Bless you, Dabi, yes, if you could teach her that would be wonderful. We will be in the luncheon room so do bring her down when you have finished with her,” your mum replied, giving you a stern look.
“Finished,” Dabi said with a smirk as he watched your mum and siblings leave, “come on little church mouse, let’s practice shall we?”
And with his hand still on your shoulder, he turned you and led you off to the small room behind the baptism font- a room the two of you knew quite well.
Once inside, he locked the door and turned to you.
“So… got a little distracted, did we?” he hummed as he walked slowly towards you as you rested back against the table in the room, feigning coyness.
“W-Well you were… distracting me… with your…”
“With my, what? Bunny… you can say it…”
“Your d… dick,” you mumbled, face feeling very hot as you looked away.
“You’ve had it inside you many times, yet you still can’t say it,” he said in a sexually amused voice, “turn around for me… I want to see what you’re wearing today.”
Bashfully you turned and rested your hands on the table then poked your ass out a little to invite him to check under your skirt.
“Knee length,” he commented, “like the good little girl you are.”
He lifted the hem at the back slowly, revealing your white knee length stockings then your bare thighs, then up to your soft cotton underwear with the frills around the edges.
“Oh, so pure and white,” he hummed, resting the hem of your skirt over your ass to expose you so that he could kiss along your hamstrings, “now,” he said as he crouched down and kissed your legs softly, his hands caressing your warm skin, “let’s practice your prayer but without distractions this time…”
“That’s gonna be hard with your mouth and hands on the back of my thighs!” you thought, shifting your legs open more so that he could kiss up your inner thigh.
“Start,” he rasped against your warm skin, his hot breath sending a wave of goosebumps up your leg and tingling through your clit.
“O-Our father who… ahhh~,” you moaned out as his lips got closer and closer to your pussy.
“That’s not good enough,” he suddenly said, reaching up and smacking your ass so that he could watch it jiggle under the cover of your white panties.
You let out a small sharp moan then covered it with your hand and cleared your throat.
“We are gathered here today to…” you faltered in your words as his mouth pressed against the outside of your panties directly up against your pussy.
You arched so that he could reach it better but you received another smack for stopping again.
“You’re not doing very well,” he chided, “do I need to stop what I’m doing? Or will you continue so I can do my work?”
“N-No, please don’t stop, I’ll keep praying, I promise,” you said hurriedly, worried that he would stop his ministry between your thighs.
“Come on then?” he encouraged sharply.
“In your name, to praise and ahhh— adorn you for the things you have done for ahhh— us…”
Dabi kissed over your panties a few times, then used the tips of his fingers to push the soft warm fabric aside so he could taste your pussy lips with his tongue.
“Please forgive us our… siiinnsss — ohhh godd,” your eyes rolled and you gripped the table with your hands as Dabi’s tongue twisted and twirled up between your lips into your pussy, “for thine is the power and the glo—oooory…”
“You know what?” Dabi said suddenly and harshly as he stopped what he was doing and stood up, “you need a good fucking. That’s your punishment for messing up your prayer.”
“I can do better, I promise,” you begged, pretending that you didn’t want his fat cock in your pussy.
“No. I’ve given you plenty of chances but you haven’t taken me seriously,” he replied, unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants a little as he pulled his thick cock out and reached over to grab you by the back of the neck as he used his other hand to move your panties aside, pressed his tip to your dripping opening. “Now be a good girl and moan my name like a prayer,” he said as he pushed into you.
You arched and mewled as his cock slipped into you and his hips pressed to your ass, and then he started to rock back and forth, his hand on the back of your neck keeping you steady as he fucked your pussy in the back room of the church.
“Dabi~,” you moaned out, holding onto the table while your slick soaked your panties each time he pulled back a bit.
“Again,” he demanded, smacking your ass and making you moan again.
“Dabi!~,” you cried a little louder.
“I want the people downstairs to hear you!” he commanded, smacking your ass one more time as he picked up the pace and bucked into you.
Back and forth, your body jolted as he fucked you good and hard and after a good few minutes of this he let go of your neck and reached around to rub his fingers over your clit.
This bought you undone and you let out the sweetest moan of his name as your legs quivered and buckled under the weight of your orgasm.
Dabi kept railing you until you had completely finished then he pulled out and came all over the back of your panties, soaking them with his cum.
“There,” he panted, dropping your skirt back down, “you can wear my cum as praise for a job well done.”
Letting the table go, you turned slowly on wobbly legs to face him.
“Thank you for the lesson, Dabi,” you said in a sweet voice.
“We will need to practice again next week,” he commented, “you have such a sweet voice, I like to hear it being used to its fullest.”
“Yes, Dabi,” you replied with a shy little smile, reaching back to feel the damp against your panties.
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