The Book of Gloria

The woman the congregation was going to worship was a gorgeous redhead. Her hair was long, and her skin was pale white against her red corset and mask. Her worshippers were two lithe black men who looked alike enough to be twins. Their heads were shaved, and their skin medium brown. They wore the black masks, and their long pricks swung from the holes in their black G-strings.

We were ready, and we went upstairs to see the congregation seated and waiting, and we sat in the chairs facing the sides of the alter.

I won't go into everything the reverends said during the service. It was much the same as the night before. Suffice it to say that they exhorted the congregation into a frenzy of cock and cunt and cum worship, and the walls were throbbing with cheers and Amens and Hallelujahs.

The other red-masked woman and I presented our black robed man in front of the alter. We parted his robe, sucked his cock erect, and kneeled in supplication to his holy prick. We removed his robe and draped it over the alter, then pushed him back onto it.

We made love to his body, licking and kissing and sucking, then rubbing it with our tits and cunts and asses. We rode his face and dick and climaxed to strobes of white lightning as the reverends yelled, "Can you feel God's presence?" and the crowd screamed.

When the holy cock was ready to deliver its sacred cum, it was me who sucked it out of his throbbing joint. The holy cream flooded my mouth tasting of warm thick seawater, a wonderful primal taste coming from a raw, pulsing, lightning-illuminated cock.

I thought of those little sperm swimming around in it. Were they now made divine by the reverend's blessing? I was beginning to think so, and suddenly I needed to have it all, and I squeezed and stroked and sucked, coaxing the sacred jism from the round slick head, until it was all mine. I didn't really want to give it up, but the other red-haired woman kissed me and sucked some away. We proceeded to give the congregation their cum communion.

There was my husband, Peter, sitting at the end of the first row. I approached him and looked down at him, my mouth filled with sacred jism. He nodded, and I slowly drooled the entire load into his mouth. He rolled the spunk around in his mouth, then turned to the woman beside him and gave the load to her and turned back to me with a smirk.

The other red woman had started her cum sharing on row two, and we watched people pass the sacred cum down each row and then back row by row. The two of us went back to the alter and cum kissed the reverends and the red-robed women and her black minions, and finally our holy fountain of cum on the alter. We helped him off the alter, draped his black robe over his shoulders, and took our seats. The taste of blessed cum was still in my mouth. I ran my tongue around inside, hoping to gather any that was left and swallowed the last traces of the holy seed. I wished there was more, a lot more.

For the 2^nd cum communion, the redheaded, red-robed woman went through the same ceremony, and when her two black-masked worshippers filled her with their cum, everyone filed up to the alter and took communion, licking a bit of jism from her cunt. I watched Peter and the rest of the congregation do it, then all of us around the alter licked her pussy, too.

I got that same feeling of holiness when it was my turn, and I licked her cunt, and again there was little blessed jism left for me. I started to suck her warm cunt for more, but the black-masked man behind me tapped my shoulder and whispered, "No, you mustn't do that. You must share God's holy communion." I groaned as he pulled me away.

I loved the twin ceremonies. I just loved the cocks and cunts and cum and their glorification, and the drama of the rituals and the lightning, and was really moved. This stuff wasn't dirty. It was natural and healthy and good and Godly. It was good to want your face in a cum soaked pussy, and it was good to feel a cock pulse hot cum into your mouth. These reverends were on to something, and I desperately wanted more. More of everything. More holy cocks, more divine cunts, and more blessed cum.

So, when we went back downstairs, I pointed to the three black-masked men and said to the reverends, "I was so tremendously moved by the ceremonies. Could you bless these three cocks and let me take communion again?"

Reverend Case said, "Of course, my dear." He stood in front of them and intoned, "Dear Lord, bless these balls and the holy cum this woman is about to receive." He turned back to me and said, "You may now take communion directly from their blessed balls."

I was elated as I quickly dropped to my knees, and everyone watched me suck them off. It didn't take long, not as hard and passionately as I sucked. With each one I said, "God bless this cum I am about to receive," and with each one I groaned louder as they flooded my mouth. I actually felt that there was some divine spark of power in each warm load, and I came spontaneously on the third and last eruption.

I stood, white jism swinging from my chin, saying excitedly, "I could feel God's power!"

Reverend Rudy said, "You are an inspiration to us all, my child," and he kissed me, his tongue searching my spunk-filled mouth, and his cock growing against me through his robe. He said, "I can feel it, too."

Reverend Case tongue kissed me and said, "I can feel it, as well."

I said to Reverend Rudy, his black robe now parted by his erect cock, "My husband was out there tonight, and I saw him take communion. I don't know if he feels the same way I do. I wonder... I wonder..."

"What do you wonder, dear? Tell us."

Reverend Case's joint was now protruding through his robe. I looked down at their erect pricks and said, "Your sacred cocks are brimming over with God's holy presence. I wonder if I gave my husband communion with their holy seed it might help him see the way."

I laid on Reverend Rudy's desk with my knees up and spread and said, "Please! Please bless my cunt and fuck me!"

Reverend Case instructed one of the black-masked men, "Go see if there's anyone left upstairs," and he blessed my pussy, pulled aside his robe, and fucked me.

I really wanted his holy jism, and I grabbed his hips and pulled him tight, groaning, "Oh, please fuck me, Reverend! Give me your holy, fucking cum! Oh, my God! Ohhhhh!" and I came on his divine cock. He thrusted mightily and groaned, "God bless this cunt!" and flooded me with his spunk.

No sooner had he backed away than Reverend Rudy was pushing his mammoth dick into me, saying, "Lord, please bless my balls and all the jism inside, that your child, Gloria, may deliver its blessing to her husband."

The black-masked man returned with Peter in tow, announcing, "He was the only one left."

I called out to Peter, "I'm doing this for you, Peter. I'm doing this for you!" as Reverend Rudy stroked into me with his cock.

Reverend Case explained to Peter, "You wife cares very much for your soul, Peter. She's asked us for our personal jism so she can give you an extra-holy cum communion and help you see the path to our way of worship."

I came loudly, then Reverend Rudy groaned, "God bless this cunt!" and injected his load. He pumped a few more times and pulled out, then moved to my head and pushed his cock into my mouth, saying, "We mustn't waste any holy seed, dear. I think I can cum again." He fucked my mouth, and, sure enough, he pulsed out a mouthful of delicious sperm, and I thought I tasted God's holy spark again in his wonderful spunk.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and for the first time he took notice of Peter. "Do I know you? You look familiar."

Peter said, "No, this is my first visit."

Recognition dawned on the reverend's face, "You're that fucking police commissioner!"

He pulled his robe over his dick and yelled at both of us, "This is a fucking setup! You're trying to shut us down again!"

"No, no, NO!" I wailed. "It's not a setup! I'm converted! I really mean it!"

Peter answered more calmly, "It may look that way, Reverends, but she's telling the truth. It's not a setup. I was just curious and horny. Think about it. Would I use my own wife to infiltrate your church and let her fuck on your alter on police business?"

Reverend Rudy scowled, "You people are capable of anything!"

Neither man spoke. Reverend Rudy looked down at my creampied cunt, and he smiled, "OK. If you're not here to shut us down, prove it." He reached down and spread my thighs wider, displaying my oozing pussy to Peter, "Take communion."

Peter smiled right back, dropped to his knees, and ate my cunt.

The reverends sighed in relief, letting out pent up breath as Peter groaned loudly and lapped away at the jism flowing from my snatch. Reverend Case recovered nicely and prayed, "Dear Lord, fill this man with your spirit as he partakes of this sacred cum communion. Guide this man along our path of love of our holy trinity, cocks and cunts and cum."

Peter grabbed my hips and noisily sucked at my cunt hole, and Reverend Case's voice rose a notch, "Help this man, Peter, find every drop of sacred jism deep within this woman's divine cunt."

Then Peter sucked my clit, and I squealed and shuddered and climaxed. He stood and leaned over and we passionately kissed. The two masked women said, "Aw, that's nice."

Peter faced the reverends with jism glazed lips and asked, "Satisfied?"

Reverend Rudy responded, "Quite satisfied."

As we dressed and prepared to leave, Reverend Case asked, "Will you be coming back?"

Peter said, "If I get a chance to fuck somebody on that alter."

Reverend Case looked at Reverend Rudy, and he nodded. Reverend Case said, "Deal," and they shook hands.

On the drive home I asked hopefully, "Did you taste the holy power in their cum? Are you converted?"

"Nah, honey, but any cum in your hot pussy is delicious. Let's go home and do communion again. This time with my load."

Peter did go back to the church, often at first. And he did get to don the black mask, G-string and robe and lie on the alter. He was worshipped by two lovely schoolteachers in their red outfits, and they passed his cum to the seated congregation for communion.

Peter was delighted that so many tasted his cum, and for days he walked around the house in his own black robe, whipping out his dick and making me suck him off. He said, "I'm still feeling the Lord's blessing, baby. Get yourself some communion while it's still tingling with God's holy power." Of course, I was delighted to suck his divine jism.

How did I know they were schoolteachers? I went back far more frequently, even taking my best friend and lover, Gina, whenever she could come. We got to know every one of the reverends' acolytes. The schoolteachers were beautiful and sweet and hungry for blessed cock and cunt and cum.

Gina's husband, Carl, was characteristically skeptical at first, and he didn't want to attend services with us. I told the reverends that Gina was aching to be worshipped on the alter, and they eagerly agreed to worship her the next night. Then we told Carl he absolutely had to attend to see his stunning wife be adored.

He was awed and thrilled when she ascended the alter in her red mask and corset, and two magnificent studs in black masks worshipped her body and filled her with divine jism accompanied by lightning flashes from the strobes. He came up to the alter and reverently licked blessed cum from her pussy like everyone else.

Gina and I were so popular with the reverends. They took our salvation as a personal responsibility. We would visit at all times of the day when we felt the need for inspiration, and they would drop everything to see to us in their office. I'm sure they had far more important church matters to attend to, but they would immediately come to us saying, "Do you need to feel God's love, my children?"

We would say, "Oh, yes, Reverends, we're lost without it," and they would bless our mouths and cunts and fuck them. Their favorite was to fuck their divine jism into our cunts, and have us take communion from each other in a 69 on their desk. They often gave us additional communion direct from their blessed cocks after we did that.

It was the best of everything for me, Gina's warm, sweet pussy that I loved so much and the reverends' holy sperm. We always felt so much better after a session, filled with energy and love, and they always kissed us and said, "God bless the power of cocks and cunts and cum."

If the reverends were really busy, they would let us kneel between their legs or under the desk while they worked or used the phone. We sucked their holy cocks, and, when they came in our mouths, they would say, "Taste the Lord's divine blessing, my child." They were such nice, caring men, and advanced us to Acolyte Level 2 in the church hierarchy, which basically meant we could take their cum communion whenever we wanted it and sample the cocks and cunts of those who participated in the rituals on the alter, but only after they had given communion.

The reverends were always talking about money, and we were afraid the church would have to close. It was Gina who came up with the idea of the gift shop.

The reverends had a small counter constructed just inside the church, so congregants would see it on their way in and out of the church. The first items for sale were easy to obtain, red and black masks, red corsets, black open cock men's G-strings, and floor length red and black robes. A complete outfit cost over 200 dollars, but they sold like hotcakes, and Gina and I giggled as we envisioned congregants dressing in the items and performing the sacred rituals at home.

The custom-made items took longer, but they were fabulous when they finally arrived. The first were the coffee cups, men's and women's, each inscribed with 'Church of the Divine Union' around the base. The men's cups had a woman's spread thighs and cum-covered pussy at the lip with 'God Bless This Holy Cunt' underneath. The women's were similar, only there was an erect cock with the head at the lip and white jism streaming down with the words 'Take Communion Every Day'.

The dinner plates were stunning with several different plates. You could collect a whole set. The primary one had a photo of the smiling reverends in the center, flanked on one side with a red costumed woman with tits and cunt on full display and on the other by a black costumed man with a large erect cock poking through his black G-string. An artist had painted in the most realistic cum spurting from his dick and across the plate, and I swear you could almost pick it up and eat it with a spoon. It was that good.

And then there were plates with photos of our rituals on the alter, and cum communion, and each reverend with his black robe parted and his erect cock standing proud. All had 'The Church of the Divine Union' running around the edge.

My favorite was the individual commemorative plate, each with a photo of one of us in a ritual. Mine said 'Gloria Sucks a Cock For the Lord' at the top and showed a close-up of my face and my mouth around a huge black cock with white jism trickling from the corners. Of course, with the red mask on, it could have been anyone, but I knew it was me. I bought several and proudly displayed them to Peter. He wanted communion that night.

In fact, I've written before that Peter sometimes brought his police lieutenants home to play with me, namely Eugene and Thumper. If you recall, Eugene was a large black man with a massive cock, and Thumper was a white cop who liked to thump perp's heads into door frames and police car roofs, and who got drunk over his wife and went on crying jags.

Peter brought them home one night and sat them in the living room. As usual they were half in the bag, and Peter proudly showed them my plate. Eugene looked at my mouth sucking the black cock and said jokingly, "Is that my dick?"

I smiled, "No, honey, but it could be."

I went to bedroom and changed into my acolyte's red mask and corset. I returned to the living room and salaciously presented my naked tits and cunt and ass. Three hard cocks were whipped out, ready for action.

I had been promoted to Acolyte Level 1 and now had the authority to officially bless the cocks and pussies and cum of others. I leaned over Eugene's black prick and said, "God bless this man's balls and sperm that we may receive holy cum communion," then I kissed the head of his cock."

Eugene said, "Hey, what's this cum communion shit?"

Peter explained, showing Eugene the plate again. "See this? It says, 'The Church of the Divine Union'. She's blessed your balls, and, after you fuck her, we all have to take communion by eating the blessed cum from her cunt."

Eugene said, "No fucking way!" I said, "OK," and moved to Thumper.

Eugene yelled, "Wait!" then said, "OK, I'll do it. That hot pussy is just too much to resist."

I returned to Eugene and looked at him sternly, "Are you sure, Eugene? The Lord would be very angry if you changed your mind after fucking me. It would be a waste of his sacred cum, and I'd never be willing to fuck you again."

"Jesus Christ, woman. I'm sure."

I smiled at him warmly and sat on his cock.

Oh, his big tool was nice! I humped on it and pushed my uplifted tits to his face. He groaned and sucked my nipples, grabbing my hips and helping me ride his cock. Neither of us was going to last long.

Peter and Thumper were stroking their peckers and watching my cunt swallow Eugene's black dick. I thought of the holy power of the jism I was about to receive, and I climaxed and quivered, moaning loudly, "Can you feel God's presence?"

Eugene responded, "Fucking A!" I learned later that phrase comes from the military and means 'fucking affirmative'.

When I recovered, I said to Eugene, still grinding on his prick, "It's up to you now, Eugene. Deliver your sacred cum load and take communion."

Eugene groaned, "Oh, fuck!" and blasted his load into my sucking twat.

I let him finish and rolled off onto the sofa beside him. Eugene's cum started trickling out of my cunt and down to my asshole. I said, "Blessed Father, let these men taste thy glory," and I raised my knees and spread them.

Peter went first. He knelt at my pussy and said, "God bless this holy cunt," and licked from my asshole to my clit. He stood with cum dangling from the tip of his nose and looked at Eugene, "Come on, buddy. You promised."

Eugene groaned and went to his knees. He looked at his jism bubbling out and closed his eyes to block the sight, then leaned in and licked it up. He thought he was done, but I said, "No, Eugene. You have to say, 'God bless this holy cunt' first, or it doesn't count."

He repeated the words and licked more spunk from my quim. He said, "Hey, this isn't bad," and licked up a bunch more. I had to stop him, saying, "Save some communion for Thumper."

Thumper had sucked down a few more beers since he'd arrived, and his tears were starting to flow as he knelt at my pussy. "I'm so lonely," he cried. "I wish my wife would give communion," and he sobbed while he slurped up Eugene's jism.

I was moved and said, "I'm so sorry for you, Thumper. If you suck out all of Eugene's sacred seed, I'll bless your cock, and you can fuck me, too."

Thumper stopped sobbing and sucked my cunt hole strongly. When he was done, I said, "Let me see, Thumper."

He showed me the pool of jism in his mouth, and I said, "Good boy. God bless you. Now stand up and let me bless your cock."

He stood, and his big white dick was rock hard. "I said, "God bless this man's cock and balls. May the cum he spurts be filled with your power, and may we receive his gift of communion."

I kissed the head of his cock and said, "You can fuck me now, Thumper."

His tears were flowing again, "Can you suck me a little bit first? My wife used to suck me."