religion of cocks

The cathedral doors open with a heavy thud, and the smell hits me instantly incense mixed with the musk of a thousand sweating men. It's the most holy smell in the whole wide world! My heart does a little happy dance in my chest. I'm wearing my ceremonial robes, which are basically just three strips of sheer pink lace that barely cover my nipples and leave my ass completely bare for the faithful to admire.

"All hail the Great Cock!" I squeal, tripping over my own hem as I strut down the aisle toward the altar. The congregation all gorgeous, panting lesbian bimbos erupts in cheers. They're all wearing their temple outfits: tight latex harnesses and tiny little skirts that show off their dripping cunts. They're all so hungry, and I'm here to feed their souls!

I reach the altar, which isn't made of stone or gold. No way! It's a giant, velvet covered dais where the High Priests the biggest, meanest, most cock heavy dudes in the city sit waiting to bless us.

"Priestess Elena," one of them growls. He's huge, his skin bronze and glistening with oil, and his cock is already standing up like a sacred monument. "Are you ready to perform the Holy Sacraments?"

"Yes, oh Mighty One!" I chirp, dropping to my knees so fast I nearly faceplant. I look up at him with my big, empty, sparkly eyes. I don't know what 'sacraments' means exactly, but I know it involves getting filled up until I can't think straight, and that sounds like the best job ever! "Please, bless your stupid little cunt! Make me your most vulgar, most obedient slut!"

I can feel the whole temple watching. The other priestesses are already lined up behind me, their hands wandering over their own bodies, their eyes glazed with holy desire. We're not here to pray with words or books; we're here to pray with our holes. Every thrust from a High Priest is a scripture, every drop of cum is a blessing, and every time I lose my ability to speak because my brain has turned to mush, I'm closer to God.

I'm so proud to be a cunt. I'm so proud to be dumb. I'm so proud to be his.

"Okay okay, okay!" I squeal, giggling as I try to wipe a stray tear of pure happiness from my eye. The High Priestess who is actually just a super pretty girl named Candy who got fucked so hard she forgot how to walk hands me the Holy Scroll. It's not even paper, it's just a long strip of pink satin with gold letters sewn on it. I can't read the words, but I know what they mean!

"Recite it, Elena!" the High Priest growls. His voice makes my pussy twitch like a scared rabbit. "Recite the truth for your sisters!"

Three more High Priests emerge from behind the velvet curtains. They're all huge, all angry, and all carrying sacred monuments that make my jaw drop. The congregation of bimbos behind me starts chanting, a low, wet sound of moaning and clapping.

I stand up on the altar, wobbling on my six inch stilettos. I hold the satin scroll up with shaking hands. "Oooooh mygosh, okay! Here goes!" I start to read, but I'm mostly just making up sounds that feel right. "The scripture says... um... that cocks are the sun and we are the... uh... pretty little flowers that need to be watered! Yeah! That's it!"

The first priest grabs my hair, yanking my head back so I have to look up at his cock. "Read the next verse, slut," he commands.

"The next verse is..." I gasp as he shoves himself inside me without warning. "The next verse is... AAAAHHHHH! Oh mygosh, oh mygosh!" The scripture gets lost in the noise of my own screaming pleasure. My words dissolve into incoherent babble. "Cocks are... mmmph... cocks are holy... ahhh... fill us up... make us dumb... make us good..."

The second priest slides behind me, his thick cock stretching my ass open while the first one continues to hammer away at my cunt. I'm being pulled in two directions, stretched and filled, and my brain feels like it's literally melting out of my ears. I try to read again, but all that comes out is a string of vulgar, wet sounds.

"Cocks... cocks are... squelch... so biggie... ahhh... mmmph... holy cum... sprinkle it on our pretty little brains..." I'm reciting the scripture through gritted teeth and blown out moans. "We are... just... empty... vessels... for your... oh fuck... divine... load..."

A third priest joins in, his cock finding my mouth as I try to finish the verse. Now I'm being fucked from three sides at once, my body a convulsing mess of pink lace and dripping juices. I can't even remember what 'scripture' means anymore. I don't even remember my own name. I'm just a screaming, panting, leaking cunt, reciting the holy truth through mouthfuls of warm, salty blessing.