The Book of Gloria

So, I took pity and sucked his dick. It made him so happy. He stopped crying and his eyes lit up as he looked down on me, but he was unsteady on his feet and slurring his words. "Gloria, that's so nice," became "Glora thash sho nishe."

Regardless, we were both having a good time. His cock felt good in my mouth, and obviously my mouth felt good on his cock. I cupped his balls and bobbed on his prick, then stroked his shaft and sucked the head as he wobbled. He was pushing into my mouth, and I was about to lay back and guide him into my pussy, when he groaned and flooded my mouth.

That was definitely not according to plan. I pulled him down. Well, actually he collapsed, and I pushed his head back against the edge of the couch cushion, then snowballed his communion into his mouth, planning to tell him to snowball it in turn to Eugene and then from Eugene to Peter, like we did in the church ceremonies. Thumper was barely aware he had a mouthful of jism. He tasted it and then swallowed.

I scolded him, "Thumper, you're such a bad boy! You swallowed everybody's communion," but he had passed out.

Peter said, "Don't worry, honey. We'll do it right, won't we, Eugene."

Eugene had a big, black boner again and said, "We sure fucking will."

I said, "OK, but nobody fucks my mouth and cums like Thumper did. This is my first time blessing cocks and giving communion all by myself, and we have to do it right. Peter, it's your turn."

I sat on the couch, and Peter stood in front of me while I blessed his balls and cum, "Dear Lord, please bless these balls and the cum they about to shoot. May all who take communion feel your power and grace in their holy jism." By now I had forgotten the exact words of the blessing and was making it up, but I felt I had come pretty close, and Peter and Eugene would never have waited for me to look it up in the Acolyte Level 1 handbook.

Peter immediately pushed me back onto the couch, spread my legs, and dipped his dick into my still wet cunt. Peter's cock felt really wonderful. He knew how I liked it and always got me off. I wanted to cum and say, "Can you feel God's presence?" like we always did at the church when women climaxed, but my mind kept going back to that fucking blessing, trying to figure out the right words.

Before I knew it, Peter was groaning, and pumping jism into my box. I did remember what to say at this point, "God bless the power of cunt! Say it with me, boys," and they cheerfully repeated with me, "God bless the power of cunt."

Peter pulled out after his dick finished spasming, and they looked at his cum sliding out of my snatch. Eugene's dick was rock hard. He looked greedily at my pussy and said, "I'll take it." Peter said, "No way, buddy. I put it there, and I'll go first."

Peter dove into my snatch and noisily sucked his communion. Wow! That felt better, and I was ready to cum, but I pushed him away, saying, "Don't forget Eugene." Eugene immediately lowered his head to my cunt and lifted my ass and licked and sucked feverishly until I squealed and climaxed. He held my clit tight against his mouth and tongue while I groaned and shook. I really felt God's fucking presence that time.

Eugene stood and presented his hard cock, "OK, baby. Bless Eugene's mighty sword, so we can get busy," referring to himself in the 3^rd person. I started the blessing, "Father in heaven... No... My God, bless... No, that's not it...Bless thy cunt..." I gave up, "Oh, fuck, Eugene. Just fuck me with that big, black dick and eat your fucking cum when you're done!"

I sniffled in disappointment at my failed blessing while Eugene pumped into me, and Peter leaned close and said, "It's OK, honey. Don't worry about the blessing. Any cum we eat from your pussy is guaranteed to be holy and sacred and perfect for communion."

That made me feel a lot better, and, when Eugene's big cock made me cum, I yelled, "Can you feel God's presence?" And when Eugene came I made them say, "God bless the power of cunt." Eugene and Peter both took communion again.

I admitted to Reverend Case my failings at giving blessings to cocks, and he asked, "Have you studied the acolyte's handbook?"

"I have, Reverend, but I just can't seem to get it right."

He explained, "There are many proper ways to bless a cock, my child, but here's a blessing I like, 'We see the glory of your work, Dear Lord, in this magnificent man and his divine cock. We pray that you bless and make holy his sperm'."

He opened his robe revealing his prick and said, "Suck my cock erect and practice on me."

I was so happy that he was going to personally teach me. I knelt reverently at his cock and sucked it, feeling God's power and strength flow into his rod. He said, "Now, say the blessing, my dear."

I tried several times, sucking him in between attempts, but couldn't get it quite right. He realized I was very frustrated and about to cry, and he said, "I'm going to do something very special, Gloria. I'm going to give you communion directly from my holy instrument of God's power. You can feel its power, can't you Gloria?"

"Oh, yes, Reverend Case. Your holy instrument is very powerful!"

"Good, then take communion, and I know you will derive strength and clarity of mind from my holy cum."

I sucked his holy instrument with such enthusiasm! I knew his sacred jism would be everything he promised. I caressed his balls and stroked his shaft, and sucked powerfully at the head of his divine cock, and he throbbed mightily in my mouth and gave me my warm salty communion. It was so moving!

Do you know what sucking a divine cock is like? Probably not. The cock feels bigger and hotter and weightier than normal in your mouth. You can feel every ridge and vein with great clarity. You know the balls are special and will soon deliver their blessing. And the cum is warm and salty in your mouth. You can feel its holy power spreading throughout your mouth and down your throat and neck. You know you've done something only a select lucky few are fortunate to do.

Then we tried blessing his cock again to see if I had improved. I didn't see any difference, but he said, "My child, these things take time. I want you to come back every day and take communion again. You'll improve quickly. You'll see."

I came back every day for a week and took communion from his holy instrument and practiced the cock blessing. Maybe there was a small degree of improvement. Finally, he said, "My child, I fear there may be an evil spirit at work here. This calls for extreme measures."

He sent an acolyte who returned with Reverend Rudy, and Reverend Case explained my problem to him, saying, "I think we need to pray over her to banish the evil spirit, then give her communion from both our holy instruments and continue each day until the evil spirit is gone."

Reverend Rudy said, "I think that's very wise, Reverend Case. No evil spirit could resist the combined power of both our holy instruments."

I felt so relieved. They prayed over me as I kneeled in front of their cocks, "God in heaven. Help this poor child cast off this evil spirit. Let her take communion from our holy instruments, and let our cum give her the power and strength to banish it forever. Amen."

Then I sucked them both off and swallowed the communion, after which, they prayed again, "The woman is strong with our cum now, and you cannot stand against us. Be gone evil spirit and never return!"

Reverend Rudy said, "Come back tomorrow, and we'll practice the cock blessing. If there's no improvement, we'll do the double communion and banishment again."

The next day I returned feeling wonderful and very clear minded. I thought I recited the cock blessing perfectly, but Reverend Rudy said I had missed a few words, so they prayed over me, gave communion from their cocks, and banished the evil spirit.

The next day the same thing happened, only it was Reverend Case telling me I had missed a few words, and we did the pray, suck cock, banish thing again. The day after that, after sucking off their holy instruments and after a perfect rendition of the cock blessing, I asked, "Are you sure you aren't just wanting me to suck your cocks?"

Reverend Case responded, "Would that be such a bad thing if it were true, my child? We holy men need inspiration, too. One might feel honored to give that inspiration. Would you?"

"Of course, Reverend Case. I feel so much better, and I love sucking your cocks. It gives me inspiration, too."

"That's lovely, my dear. Would you be able to come in most days and suck our cocks? Some excellent head breaks up the dreariness of the day and gives us something to look forward to. If we go too long without relief we feel so pent up inside. You know how men are that way. Even we holy men are subject to a backup of divine jism. We must keep our holy sperm flowing freely so that our blessed balls are continually producing new, fresh, powerful communion for our flock.

I was so flattered to be of service, coming in every day to unclog their sacred balls, and they made me 'Head' Acolyte.

The position turned out to be important for reasons other than I originally thought.

I had just sucked off the reverends in their office, giving their sacred balls their daily exercise. I could taste a definite improvement. There was a spark in their spunk that seemed to grow stronger each day, or so I thought. When I told them, they said they thought so, too.

Reverend Case put his cock away and said, "Gloria, my dear, there's a very important man coming to see us today, and we believe his mind is all clogged up."

"Like your balls and cocks are sometimes?"

"Exactly. You're very perceptive, my child." I loved to hear things like that from the reverends.

"You see, Gloria, we're asking him for a loan for the church. You know how important our sacred mission is here, don't you?"

"Of course, I do."

"Well, we're afraid he doesn't understand that like you do. He's just an ordinary man who doesn't know that cocks and cunts and cum are holy. He doesn't know that God's power resides in them."

"Why not invite him to a service?"

"We thought of that, Gloria, but we think his mind is closed. We need to get him into a more private setting and show him God's power and where it lives. Do you think you could help us, dear?"

"It lives in our cocks and cunts and cum. Is that what you mean?"

"Again, Gloria, you are so perceptive. Is it any wonder you are Head Acolyte?" I basked in the glow of his compliment. They were always so flattering when I sucked them off.

"We think you are the one who can show him the way. Here's what we'd like you to do."

The man was a bank president, and he arrived in a limo. The reverends went out to greet him while I waited inside in my red mask and corset and floor length red silk robe. I knew what I needed to do, and my pussy and nipples were tingling in anticipation.

When the reverends brought him inside they introduced us, "Gloria, this is Mr. Tyler, president of the bank. Mr. Tyler, this is Gloria, our Head Acolyte."

Mr. Tyler was about 45, distinguished looking and of average height, with his dark hair turning to grey at the sides. Very polished and professional looking and quite attractive, but I detected a bit of pudginess beneath the expensive suit.

My blonde hair was up, and I wore my diamonds. I knew I looked elegant and beautiful, and I could tell by his look Mr. Tyler thought so, too. In my heels, I was as tall as he was, and he looked into my green eyes through the mask. "An acolyte, you say?" he asked, still held by my eyes.

Reverend Rudy said, "Yes, a true believer in our faith. Acolytes like Gloria are the bedrock of our church. We have both male and female, and each is critical in our nightly services. We believe God's holy power flows through them to the congregation. Gloria will show you how that happens a bit later."

His eyes widened as he saw the items at our gift counter, especially my commemorative plate. I think he was beginning to understand how God's power might flow. He stole a glance at me to see if I was the Gloria sucking cock on the plate.

"Interesting," the bank president said. I've never seen a church quite like this one."

They started giving him a tour of the inside of the church, and I locked my arm through his as we strolled, making sure my breast was tight against his arm. Reverend Rudy said, "As you can see, both the outside and inside of the church are badly in need of renovation." He called out specific items, and I pointed them out to Mr. Tyler, smiling and looking directly into his eyes. Soon he was looking at me more than the church.

I said, "Mr. Tyler, you can see where the ceiling needs repair."

He didn't bother to look up. He smiled and said, "Please call me Arthur." I smiled back and said, "I'd love to, Arthur," and pulled his arm tighter to my breast.

Mr. Tyler, I mean Arthur, eventually got down to business, commenting, "I can see you badly need the funds, Reverends, but how do you propose to pay back the loan? What sort of revenue do you have and what sort of track record?"

Reverend Case replied, "We charge a fee for admission to our very well attended services, and we do very well selling our gift items, but our church is new and we have no track record of revenue to speak of." He turned to Reverend Rudy and suggested, "Perhaps now is the time for Gloria to show Mr. Tyler why our congregation is so loyal and so giving of their funds."

I whispered in his ear, "I'd like so very much to do that, Arthur," and squeezed his arm. He put his hand on mine, and we went downstairs to the reverends' office.

"Mr. Tylor, please make yourself comfortable," said Reverend Rudy, and everyone sat. I sat next to Arthur on the couch and rested my hand on his knee.

Reverend Rudy brought out a spreadsheet of the church's revenues for their first three months of operation. I got up and retrieved it for Arthur and sat back down, my hand now on his thigh. Reverend Rudy said, "As you can see, our revenue stream is very strong."

Arthur's hand was shaking slightly as he looked over the spreadsheet, and I kneaded his thigh. He said, "I'm sorry, this just isn't enough. How do I know your income will continue at this level?" I moved my hand slightly higher.

Reverend Rudy explained, "That's where Gloria and our acolytes come in. We can virtually guarantee a steadily growing revenue stream. Show him, Gloria."

I stood in front of Arthur. He gazed up at me, and I could tell he wanted to believe everything I was going to say. I smiled warmly and said, "Do you believe God's power works through us, Arthur?"

"I... um...er...yes. I think I do."

"I do, too, Arthur. I believe it so much. I know that God uses my body so that others may understand and enjoy his sacred gift." I parted my robe and said, "Can you see what I mean, Arthur? Can you see the divine gifts I have to offer?"

He stared at my breasts, then lowered his eyes to my slit, "They certainly are divine," he said, shifting in his seat.

I said, "Our whole congregation believes in their divinity, Arthur, and the divinity of cocks and cum, too. But only after the reverends bless them, and they rejoice in taking holy cum communion after God liberates the sacred sperm. That's why they're willing to pay to support our church. It's a small price, really."

"What did you say? Cum communion?"

"Can you bless us, Reverend Rudy?"

"Yes, my child, but first you must prepare Mr. Tyler."

I looked into Arthur's eyes and unzipped him and pulled out his cock. It was already hard and very nice, and I exclaimed, "Oh, Arthur! God's power is already filling your cock. It looks so strong and majestic!" He looked down at his cock like it belonged to someone else.

I stood, and Reverend Rudy got up and stood alongside us, "Take off your robe, my dear, and bend over that I may bless you together, cock and cunt as one."

I removed my red robe and turned my back toward Arthur, then leaned over with my pussy and ass near his face. I said, "If you thought my cunt was divine before, wait until the reverend blesses it."

Reverend Rudy said, "Quiet, my child," and proceeded with the blessing. "Dear Lord, this man has come to us to help further thy holy work, but he has yet to fully understand the glory that lies within his own self. Bless his balls and cock that they may unite with this woman's sacred cunt and give her the gift of his divine emission."

Then the reverend blessed me, "God in heaven, bless this woman's sacred cup, that it may pull out this man's divine jism, and that she may provide us with the power and glory of communion from said cup."

Reverend Rudy stepped back and said to me, "This man is now ready for worship."

I started pulling down Arthur's trousers and shorts, but he protested, "I... No...Please stop."

I said soothingly, "Please don't resist God's love, Arthur. Let it fill your cock for me," and I kissed the head of his dick. He didn't stop me as I pulled off his shoes, socks, trousers, and shorts. Then I said, "God bless this wonderful cock," and sucked.

He grabbed my head as I sucked, and I could feel God's power flow into his cock as it became even harder. I said, "I can feel God's power in your cock, Arthur. I can feel it. I can feel your cum will be strong with it!" He groaned as I sucked his head back in.

When Arthur began thrusting into my mouth, Reverend Case stopped him, "You mustn't cum in her mouth, Mr. Tylor. You must bless her cunt with your sperm that we all may drink from her cup." Arthur moaned as I stood and straddled him, then lowered my hot pussy onto his dick.

I pressed my tits into his face and urged, "Suck my nipples, Arthur, and inflame my desire."

He sucked them feverishly as I humped on his cock, "Fill me with your holy sperm. Fill me now, and you may take communion from my cunt, then kiss me, so I can receive God's blessing as well. Do you want to receive God's love?"

Arthur was really in the moment, and he gasped and moaned, "Oh, God, yes. I want it! I'm... going... to... cum!" and he exploded inside me. I let him throb and twitch. I wanted it all and felt such joy. It's too bad we didn't have strobes down there. Arthur would have been really impressed if they flashed lightning when he came. Then I rolled off beside him and spread my legs.

Reverend Case helped Arthur move to his knees between my thighs, and they watched his jism flow out of my snatch. Reverend Case said, "Do you understand transubstantiation, Mr. Tyler, the conversion of wafer and wine to Christ's body and blood? Well, that's no longer your cum. It's now God's cum, converted by our faith and blessing as you injected it into Gloria's sacred quim."

Arthur was frozen a foot away, and Reverend Case said, "Place your trust in the Lord, my son, and take holy communion. You'll never regret it."

Arthur tried, he really did, then Reverend Case pushed his face into my soggy cunt.

Arthur did nothing, and Reverent Case thundered, "Taste the holy power of God's gift, my son!" and Arthur began to eat.

Slowly at first, then with more and more alacrity, until, when Reverend Case exhorted, "Can you feel God's power? Can you feel it? Suck God's communion out of her blessed cunt!", Arthur moaned and sucked his blessed jism from my cunt hole, and I came and came. He was being converted into our church, and I was so elated! Can you understand the wonder of it all?

I pulled Arthur up and said, "Please give me communion, too," and we kissed, a marvelous holy cum-filled kiss. Then the reverends pushed in and each licked God's cum from my cunt.

Reverend Case helped Arthur back to his seat and asked, "Can you understand now why we're so certain of our revenue? Can you doubt our congregation will pay handsomely for God's gift of cock and cunt and cum?"