The family goes to mass

Author's Note: I am an atheist so get ready for some serious blasphemy and religious satire. But if you've made it this far you're probably okay with that. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

The church hall is big but the crowd inside is bigger. Quite a change from the tiny youth group you'd been to before. Everyone is 18+, per church rules. A young lady stands besides the pulpit holding an acoustic guitar. Rocking out with her cock out, literally, she leads the congregation in song.

"The Lady is my light; then why should I fear?

By day and by night her presence is near.

She is my salvation from sorrow and sin;

This blessed assurance her Spirit doth bring."

[Chorus]

"The Lady is my light;

She is my joy and my song.

By day and by night

She leads, she leads me along."

Your family stands alongside you in the pews. Your mother and your two sisters. Like the singer they have unzipped their pants and are free-balling it in the wind. You on the other hand have your pants down around your ankles, as do the other males in the audience.

"The Lady is my light; though clouds may arise,

Faith, stronger than sight, looks up through the skies

Where Mother forever in glory doth reign.

Then how can I ever in darkness remain?"

When the singer mentions "looking up" you feel your mother's hand tug on your hair. She pulls your head back and you find yourself gazing up at the painted ceiling. The church is big on symbolism, especially when it can be used as an excuse to womanhandle males.

"The Lady is my light; the Lady is my strength.

I know in her might I’ll conquer at length.

My weakness in mercy she covers with pow’r,

And, walking by faith, I am blest ev’ry hour."

The moment "length" is mentioned, your sisters grab your hands and make you stroke their burgeoning erections. It's an overwhelming experience for you. Your head is still being pulled back, so you can only feel what your sisters are doing to you. Your mother Lisa twirls her fingers through your hair and grips on tight. Her free hand creeps down below your waist and buries itself between your cheeks. You gasp out the next verse.

"The Lady is my light, my all and in all.

There is in her sight no darkness at all.

She is my Redeemer, my Savior, and Queen.

With Saints and with angels her praises I’ll sing."

Then begins the final chorus. Lisa has positioned herself behind you to more easily dominate you. She sucks at the nape of your neck as she murmurs the hymn. With one hand she tugs on your hair. With the other, she finger bangs your ass. Your sisters' hands are clasped on top of yours. They stroke their throbbing dicks, using your hands as a makeshift fleshlight. Under all the symbolism and rhetoric, that's pretty much what males are to the church. Vessels to be used. Though you're not sure you mind. You've never been this turned on.

"The Lady is my light;

She is my joy and my song.

By day and by night

She leads, she leads me along."

As the final cadence approaches, the congregation erupts in rapturous noise. You can't see what's going on but you feel your sisters' dicks pulse and hear their loads splatter onto the pews in front. Your mother has gotten even more physical, tenderly biting at your skin. You'll have hickies for days, you're sure. Lisa moves her hand out from your ass and rubs her python against your hole instead.

She growls into your ear. "I can't get enough of this, Doug. We're going to do this every weekend. This is what you're for, you understand? You're our fuckhole and we're going to make you remember that. The next time I get hard it's going straight up your ass. I don't care where or when. That's your life from now on. Every single time."

The friction and her fantasies set her off and she paints your ass white with cum. Her words set you off as well. Did she really mean it? Or was she just talking nonsense in the heat of the moment. Part of you is scared. Part of you can't wait to find out. It's that part that makes you cum. Your load arcs into the air. A young woman in the pew in front twirls around in love with the music. Her mouth is wide open and that's exactly where your load lands. It washes over her tongue and down her throat. She swallows reflexively.

When the congregation's arousal finally dies down, the priestess mounts the pulpit and asks everyone to please sit. That's easy for the rest of your family. They relax back into the pews. You're a male so your seat has a rubber dildo - church-approved - planted behind you. You try to nestle in front of it instead, but your family notices your trickery. They grab your sides, haul you up, and ease you down onto it. The lubed up dildo twists into you. It pushes Lisa's cum, that had been merely coating your ass, deep inside.

You give up, and faint from all the debauchery. You feel a hand, one or maybe several, pat you on the head.