Varied and Religiously Erotic

The sound of leaves softly rustling in the wind surrounds you. Birds chirp in the distance. From the middle of your grassy knoll, you can see out over the top of some of the evergreen trees that surround your clearing. Cold grass bites into your hands and thighs as you sit on the ground. Relaxation and inner peace seep through your body, and you lay back onto the grass in bliss and spiritual rapture, letting the rising sun warm your skin.

Below you, at the bottom of the hill, you hear the faint sounds of breakfast being made and people waking up. Although you wanted to help, you had long ago learned that it was best if you only made breakfast on rare occasions. You were a lot better at cleaning up than you were at cooking, and the women didn't mind. Not that they'd mind doing anything if you asked them to do it.

After taking a deep breath, you stand and stretch slowly. You pause, taking in the morning air and natural beauty around you, then begin to trod back down to your home. The gate swings open with a loud creak when you push on it, and you stride faster towards the large house that you and your followers reside in.

The sight of it still fills you with awe. It's a literal mansion, complete with beautiful terraces, stone columns, and a 4,000 square foot guest house. You spin one last time, taking in the trees and nature that surrounds your abode. As you do, you see that a group of the more devoted women is using the small worship space that had been set up near the courtyard.

At first, you had objected to displays like this. When it comes down to it, you had objected to most of the initial steps that lead to your current situation. Over time, you had realized that your power wasn't going away, and that little things like this made your women happy. So you let them have their fun. It didn't take too long for their actions to seem normal. Sometimes it even seemed like this kind of thing was liberating for the women involved.

You stop for a brief moment, watching from a distance. None of the women notice you, for their eyes are fixated on a realistically colored statue of your cock that is erected on a cylindrical platform in the middle of their prayer circle.

Dildos made in the image of the God in your pants are affixed to the seats on the edges of the circle, and there are more are on the ground. The women are all naked, moaning in sweaty ecstasy as they each practice different sexual positions on their dildos. They are crying out in prayer and repeated orgasms, asking for the blessing of your thick and creamy Holy Spirit.

You sit and watch the women of different ethnicities and sizes fuck themselves silly on your cock's likenesses, their bare breasts heaving and asses jiggling. One heavy-set MILF is doing her best to slam her hips into her dildo doggystyle, her hands planted firmly on the cold ground. A younger girl, appearing to be about twenty, is deepthroating a dildo with one hand while bouncing up and down on the dildo below her. Her hips slam down over and over, causing her wide hips to bounce, and you can vaguely make out the GACK GACK sounds over the cacophony of pleasurable screams.

Eventually, the rumble in your stomach forces you to drag yourself away from the glorious sight and towards the house. The sound of cooking becomes more pronounced. Pots clang in the distance, and you hear something softly sizzling. After navigating through the living room and the koi pond and the dining room, you make it to your expansive kitchen.

There, you're greeted by a welcome, albeit normal, sight. Eight women walk in various states of undress while cooking up enough breakfast for your household of just over a hundred people. It could be cramped, on occasion, but you generally had enough space.

"John!"

With a squeal, Dana runs into your back and wraps herself around you, her boobs pressing into you and her arms comfortingly secured around your midsection.

Placing your arms on her own, you reply, "I was only out for about an hour. You missed me this much?"

"Mmmm, you know it." Her hands reach down, sliding under your pants, and she starts to slowly rub your cock. "I missed my normal morning prayer and fuck. But I'm soooo happy that I get to make my God hard."

You just groan, your sister's hands expertly stroking your rapidly hardening member. At this point, she has enough experience that she's probably better at manhandling your dick than you are. Who are you kidding; she's infinitely better than you.

Dana's exposed nipples start to poke into the skin on your back. You lean into it, and she increases the pressure of her arms around your waist. For a moment you pull away, then shuck your pants in one smooth motion while Dana keeps her hand on your dick. You step back into Dana's warm embrace, naked, and surrender to the feeling of her hands on her God.

Despite your haze of arousal, you manage to look up and notice that the women making breakfast are starting to have some difficulties. Some are still focusing on their God-given tasks, but others are trying to work while stealing glances at you and your sister.

Dr. Bates, your World Literature professor from college, has given up all pretenses of cooking and is staring at you with lidded eyes. She's naked but behind a counter, so you can't see much below her belly button. Still, it's apparent that she's playing with herself given the position and movement of her arm, which is causing her enormous, slightly sagging tits to sway against each other.

She catches your eye and immediately blushes. Her hand stops moving, but you beckon her over with a slight hand gesture and a smile. A manic grin blossoms on her face, and the woman actually vaults the counter in her haste to reach you. Her body is covered in fat that jiggles and bounces erratically with the movement, but it's only a thin and enticing layer. She has a beautiful form, with thick thighs and a juicy ass.

In a second, she's pressed against your front. Her soft stomach melts against your toned abs, and her tits push against your chest. They squish between the two of you and splay out, unable to be contained in the small space between your bodies. Hungry, luscious, and experienced lips meet your own, and you relax into the kiss. Dana continues her ministrations on your cock, and you feel her pressing tighter against your back while humping your butt.

Dr. Bates starts to rock her hips against yours. Her tongue pushes into your mouth, exploring it, while her dripping crotch presses and rubs repeatedly against your erect dick and your sister's fingers. Dana grips your penis with one hand, moving her hand rapidly up and down while reaching down with her other hand to gently press down on your perineum. Despite your extensive experience, your slow morning-brain and the women's doubled efforts quickly bring you to the edge of orgasm.

A bell rings, signaling to your followers that there are ten minutes until breakfast. As you barely hold yourself on the edge, reveling in the sensations on your crotch, you wonder who you'll sit with today, and what sort of ceremonies or activities you'll partake in around the house. Things really have been simple since you've all come to live here, on the outskirts of the city.

Finally, you can't take it anymore. You reach down and grab Dr. Bate's ass with both hands, gripping each juicy cheek as hard as you can without hurting her. You thrust forward, ready to cum all over her stomach. Just as you start to feel that glorious release, you greedily push your tongue into Dr. Bate's mouth, then feel-

The most epic blue balls of all time.

Blackness envelopes you, and your orgasm subsides. You soundlessly scream, falling, seeing thousands of faces laughing and crying and berating. Women stare at you with disgust or fear or rapture while men stare with anger or despair or acceptance. You try to close your eyes, but their faces are still there, judging you for everything you have ever done.

Shaking your head, you clear out some weird feelings and thoughts. Focusing back in, you look out into the crowd of people in front of you. They're shadowed, since the only lights that are on are pointed at the stage, but you can still tell that they number in the thousands. Every single one is a previously irreligious woman, and now they all literally worship your dick.

Large screens provide the congregation with a close-up look at you in case they can't see clearly enough. The hand of your sister Dana, your appointed High Priestess, gently pumps your cock, keeping it erect and pleased without bringing you anywhere near cumming. Meanwhile, your brunette mother stands naked in the center stage, her bust sagging to the edge of her ribcage and her large, pink nipples erect. A mic is in her hands that is molded in the shape of your cock, and she's singing into it, leading your followers along.

For a moment, you tune into the words, hearing the end of one of the older, hymn-styled songs your followers occasionally dabble in:

"Breathe through the heats of our desire

your arousal and your balm;

let sense enhance, let flesh aspire;

speak through the orgasm, wind, and fire,

O still, great voice of calm."

You shift on your seat, allowing Dana to get a better and tighter grip on her throbbing God. Gently, you caress her right cheek and the hair that spills out of her headdress. It's based on a mitre, reaching about a foot higher than the top of her head. It's largely skin-colored, with the image of your penis at its center and a white, curved edge surrounding it on the sides.

Her long, white robes and tunic wrap tightly around her body and leave much of her cleavage exposed. You gaze into her blue eyes while she methodically pumps your cock, playing with herself all the while. Rapture and pleasure are etched on her face, but she manages to continue her repetitive ministrations despite her orgasms.

Your own body is covered by ceremonial robes, if you could call it covered. The crotch of your attire is left intentionally cut open so that your dick is perpetually in the view of anyone who might want a look. Although you have on a shirt and flowing robe, they stop just after they tightly wrap towards the front of you, leaving your chest and stomach exposed.

You listen to the start of the next song while Dana continues to keep you on edge:

"We stand and open our legs

For the joy of the Lord is our strength

We bow down to pleasure It now

How great, how awesome is It

And together we sing

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Holy is the Lord God almighty

Our cunts are filled with Its glory

Holy is the Lord God almighty

Our mouths are filled with Its glory

Our holes are filled with Its glory."

As the song progresses further, you simply focus on playing with your sister's breast while experiencing the sensation of her hand on your sensitive prick. Your eyes occasionally shift over to take in your gorgeous mother singing on stage. The thought of the thousands of people watching this live ratchets up your arousal, as does the knowledge that there are thousands of equally large congregations around the world watching the feed from your church live, each and every one of them filled to the brim with masturbating women and praise for your dick.

Sure, the churches are largely near you, and in your country, but some have spread elsewhere, through intentional action on your part or accidents, like when your secretary leaked your dick pic to a group of people on Twitter. The image got taken down, but not before you had converted a few thousand people in a handful of different countries. Not fully converted, obviously, but even an image was enough for them to gain an appreciation for your religion.

With a start, you realize that it's time for the main event. You stand, trying but failing to ignore Dana's pouting whimpers, and stride to the center of the dais.

A handful of selected women storm the stage, naked. You catch a glimpse of a petite blonde, a curvy mocha beauty, and a tall redhead before your mom presses in from behind and the redhead presses in from the front.

Your mother's tits compress against your back, and her lips find your neck with quick kisses. The redhead's bust squishes into your solid upper chest, and for once you find yourself having to look up at a woman. She looks down at you, her pupils dilated and her breathing heavy. While grinding her hips against you, she moans, "Oh! My Lord! My LORD!"

The hands of the petite blonde find your balls and start to play with them. The feeling causes your dick to jump immediately. The blonde gasps, then says, "Thank you, my God!"

Her hands resume their work with vigor, and you notice that she is rubbing her wet pussy against her calf on the floor. Meanwhile, the black woman stands off to the side, unsure about how she can add to your cock's experience in front of the congregation. You see her nervously touching herself, seemingly hoping that will do something, and she's looking around at all the icons and stained glass images of your cock that adorn the large sanctuary.

You call out to her, saying, "My cock would appreciate the sight of you pleasuring the woman at my feet. Once she cums, you can kiss me."

"Of course Your Holiness!"

The woman eagerly dives to your feet, her tongue quickly finding the pussy of the blonde beneath you. The blonde shifts to give easy access to the intruding tongue, and you feel her hand clench slightly. She moans beneath you, even as your mother and the redhead wrap their arms as far as they can around each other, sandwiching you tighter between them.

After a minute of this, your mother moves back a step. The redhead breaks a kiss with you and jumps up, wrapping her legs around your midsection. You grab her meaty thighs to support her weight, then slide your throbbing dick into her warm pussy. Her eyes close in bliss and rapture when you thrust into her, and you feel her hands clenching in pleasure against your back.

She pulls herself forwards so that she can move on your cock by using your shoulders as leverage. She begins to bounce on it, her tits jiggling and slapping softly against your face. Your mother runs her hand down your back, cups your ass, then moves in front of you. She raises a tit slowly, eyes boring into your own, then starts to suck on her own nipple while squeezing as much of the other tit as she could.

Inside the redhead, your dick twitches against her contracting walls. She slams her body into yours, kissing you to mask the sound of her screaming orgasm as much as possible.

When she pulls back, she looks spent but tries to keep going. You move her off you gently, laying her on the ground, and give her a tender kiss on her forehead. She smiles, then lazily rolls onto her side to play with her boobs while watching you finish.

The blonde writhes in the corner of your vision, consumed by her own orgasm. Her thighs wrap the other woman's head tightly to her snatch as she cums over and over. Finally, she releases the woman with a deep sigh, and the woman comes up, gasping for breath.

Her hair is disheveled and her face is sweaty and covered in the blonde's arousal, but her hazel eyes are clear and excited. You step over to her, your mother staying in your vision. Leaning down, you brush the hair out of the blonde's eyes and state your thanks, to which she dreamily smiles and replies, "Thank you so much for letting me pleasure you, Lord."

With a final pat on her head, you command her to rest and cuddle with the redhead. Then, you advance on the black woman. A growl forms in the back of your throat, and you pick her up, gripping her generous ass. Giggling, she wraps her arms tightly around your upper back and squishes against you until you gently set her on a mattress that's on the floor. She spreads her legs one after the other, staring deeply into your eyes. Her hand brushes across her pussy before it comes to rest near her breast. You clamber onto the bed, looming over her eager, wet body.

Leaning forward, you place each of your hands on her large tits, rolling the flesh in your hands and lightly pinching her dark nipples. She takes in more and more rapid breaths, her gaze flitting between your face, your hands, and your engorged, twitching cock. Without warning, you line yourself up and slowly push into the woman.

Her eyes widen, and her face twists in pleasure. She moans, her hands clutching at your hips. "Please humble your servant, my Lord. Use my- ungh- cunt for your every desire. Fill me UP!"

She screams in ecstasy, wrapping her legs around your waist, and begins to thrust her hips against your own. Your mother lets go of the tit in her mouth so that she can maneuver it into yours. The nipple slides into your mouth, and you taste her on it when you suck. She moans above you, her hand slowly caressing your scalp while the woman beneath you milks your cock for all its worth.

Finally, you feel yourself coming close to a climax. Seeing the bouncing boobs in front of you, you reach out and grab them, causing the woman you're fucking to moan loudly and thrust into you with even wilder abandon. Your tongue plays with the nipple in your mouth while you suck in as hard as you can.

Just before you cum, the woman whose pussy has been gripping your cock disappears, as does your mother. Startled, you whirl around and stand up, but don't see them anywhere. Panicking, you look out to the crowd, your breath quickening with every passing second.

The crowd is not the same. Before, they sat in comfortable chairs, praising your cock and smiling. Now, they're mostly groveling on the floor, chained to the walls and to each other. You look up and see that an icon that had been a carving of your dick had shifted into a carving of your dick spurting chains at a fleeing woman.

The crowd shifts, shimmering and transforming before your eyes, and you see them happy for all of a single second. As soon as you wonder if they're really happy, if you're somehow doing this to them, the darker scene returns. You walk out to the nearest chained woman, lying dirty on the floor, but she flinches away.

Bile suddenly builds up in your throat, matching the feeling in your chest, and you turn to hurl. Just as the vomit reaches your shoes, you blink, and the whole room is white. Only the echoes of wails and praises remain.

The warm hand that grasps your own makes your heart flutter. You feel happy, safe, and calm. Like everything is right with the world. Your brow furrows as you realize that you don't know whose hand you hold, despite knowing that you love them.

You turn, first noticing how the cool, evening air blows against your face on the bench outside of your favorite restaurant. Dana sits next to you, though she appears to be several years older. Her head resting on your shoulder, and she has her body pressed tightly against your own. It's as if she's not nervous around the small crowd of people waiting to get a table, or the waiters serving the outdoor tables. She can just be herself, even if she is still on the quiet side.

She catches you looking at her cute face and squeezes your hand with a smile. You return it, then shift your other arm to wrap it around her shoulder. She coos into your shoulder, pushing further into it and your side.

For a while, you sit there, silently basking in each other company. Your hand gently plays with her hair, while she occasionally rubs your thigh. Eventually, you get called in and are brought to a table for two in the back corner of the place.

In a hazy, fast-forwarded blur, you and Dana talk about your lives, the game you're both playing at the moment, and the books you've been reading.

At one point, the night slows down. You have a steak in front of you, half-eaten, but you feel relatively full. Dana's plate is almost empty, but she ordered a more simple and manageable chicken dish.

Dana leans in, giving me a good look down the cleavage of her tight blue dress. She whispers, "So, brother, can I help the Lord with anything tonight?"

Her foot rubs your leg gently, and you nervously glance around. "If you play your cards right, It might allow something to happen."

"Aw, is my big bro getting nervous? What if I really wanna do something right now?"

At that, her foot jumps up and rubs your dick a few times, bringing you to half-mast. Dana grins, feeling a rush of pride, joy and arousal. Even being able to provide that simple pleasure for her God is an insane rush for her.

Once you settle down, you say, "Then I'd say that you aren't playing your cards right."

"And what if I said I had a trump card?"

"Oh? Pray tell, what would that be?"

Immediately, Dana's face turns to a **** pout. Her eyes and lips tighten, but she just looks even more cute, even if she is needy. "Please my Grace? I'll do anything." She rubs your cock with her foot, and her words drip on and cling to that last word. She turns on her puppy dog eyes and stares at you, waiting.

You quickly cave, and grumble, "Fine, fine."

Clasping her hands and turning her eyes to the ceiling in mock prayer, Dana dryly says, "Oh thank you my hardened Lord for this feast, and for turning your prophet towards your most carnal desires."

"Oh, grow up Dana."

She grins, then leans forward until her boobs are mashed to the table in plain view of your ogling eyes and her mouth is near your ear. She says, "I think that both you and It have noticed that I have."

With that, she sits partway up and gives her chest a slight shake while you're staring down at it. She giggles when you can't help but stare, then huskily says, "Bathroom. Five minutes."

She rushes off, looking back at you only one time as she sauntered away. You pick at your steak, counting down the seconds. As you do, your heart rate increases. The fear of being caught is real, but you also know the bathrooms are unisex and are large enough to make this work. You hope.

Once it's time, you get up slowly and carefully walk to the restrooms which are tucked around a back corner. No one is around, and one of the doors has Dana's hair tie on the handle, so you pull on the handle in the pattern that you've practiced over the years.

Dana opens the door and ushers you in, grabbing her hair tie as she does. The door shuts and Dana locks it behind you, leaving the two of you in the large and surprisingly large and clean space.

While your back is turned, Dana surprises you and pushes you into the tiled wall. She spins you around, then repeatedly kisses you with fast and hungry bobs of her head. Her hands clutch your button-down shirt, and her leg rises along your thigh so that she can rub her knee on your crotch.

You push her back, then start to undress. Dana does the same, shimmying out of her dress. Once you get your pants off, you start to unbutton your shirt. Your sister stares at your cock, enraptured. Her movements slow, and she's clearly restraining herself. She breathes with a rough fervor while sensuously removing her bra.

Your eyes can't help but fixate on her movements as you lean back into the wall, naked. She turns her hips back and forth, gently shaking her chest. Her eyes make brief trips up your chest on occasion before diving back towards your erect cock.

Finally, she removes the bra and drops it onto her clothes. Naked, she sways towards you, her eyes only leaving your dick once her own body has hidden it from view. The cold tile of the wall presses against your back, and your sister's warm body envelops your front.

She tilts her head up. "I love you."

You bend your neck and kiss her deeply, one hand gently cupping her cheek. Your other drapes around her lower back, leaving your fingers brushing the top of her butt. She moans into the kiss, moving her body into your own. The heat from her pussy radiates out against your throbbing cock and hips as she slowly grinds against you.

Pulling back from the kiss, you gasp and say, "I love you too, lil' sis."

Something comes over Dana at those words. Her eyes widen, and she thrusts her hips into your own as forcefully as she can. Her hands reach up and dig into your hair, pulling you into a frenzied, sloppy kiss.

You feel her tits and erect nipples drag against your chest with every movement, revel in her soft ass as you squeeze it, experience the pleasure of her naked cunt grinding on your cock. After a moment, you shift your hands to her thighs and pull her up. She tenses against you, a small "eep" falling from her lips. Once she realizes what you're doing, she relaxes into your embrace. Adopting a sultry smile, she dives back into another kiss, letting her hands roam across your chest.

Carefully, you line her up out of the corner of your eye. You lift up a knee to support Dana's weight on one side, then slide your hand around her leg and against her butt cheek to reach your dick. Moving slowly, you lower her onto your cock, maneuvering it into her pussy with your freed hand and her assistance. As it starts to penetrate her, she leans back, her face scrunching up in silent ecstasy. The sensation of bottoming out on your cock and the knowledge that her God is fully inside of her causes Dana to moan through clenched teeth, and you watch her hand squeeze her tit with reckless abandon.

Keeping your hands firmly on her thighs and ass, you start to raise and lower Dana on your cock. She leans forward again, wrapping her arms around your neck and shoulders. Her head rests against your own, and she plants occasional, breathy kisses on your neck and cheek.

Despite your surroundings, when you pick up the pace she says, "Mmm, faster. Yes!"

To silence her, you gently nibble on her ear. She gets the message and softly coos, relaxing into your embrace even as her pussy massages your cock. Your hands grip tighter and tighter, and you thrust your hips up, finally feeling yourself approaching orgasm.

Dana cums, overcome by the sensations and the glory of your cock's majesty, squirting on your thighs. The way her walls convulse on your dick brings you closer to the edge. Just before you start to cum, Dana comes down from her orgasm and whispers, "Thank you for never taking advantage of me, big bro. For never leaving me. I'm so lucky to get to pleasure my God and my love, all at the same time."

She nestles into your neck, sighing. Immediately, your dick softens. The white walls of the restroom morph, turning black. Voices whisper, just low enough that you can't make them out, but you know that they're talking about you. Your heart drops, and your hips slow to a stop.

The voices grow towards a crescendo, layered on top of each other. You look at Dana, but see that she's nothing more than a human-sized puppet in your hands. Shaking, you drop her to the floor, and she splays out while indistinct faces grow out of the walls.

Your breath comes out in short gasps. The door won't open; it's somehow locked from the outside. The room shrinks, closing in on you, and you fall to your knees. As the room shrinks more and more, you crawl to Dana's limp body and hold her close, your eyes tightly shut. Waiting for an end.