The naked women and robed men stood amid the wooden pews that ran in two columns towards the raised dais at the far side. There four young women knelt, each lovely in her own way. My pussy clenched at the sight of them, the blonde was obviously Krystine, her face delicate, her breasts round and quivering. She was in the middle with the Hispanic girl who had black hair and, to my surprise, a landing strip of soft down leading to a shaved pussy. On the left flank knelt a girl with short, black hair who must be Meadow. She had large and perky breasts. The last girl had Gavin’s dark-brown hair and his round ears, but Jocelin’s green eyes must come from her mother. She wore glasses that perched on a delicate nose, her breasts small and delicious.
“Mmm, I am…” my words trailed off as I noticed what was behind the four girls.
A statue of me, cast in bronze, reared above the girls. It was too scale, naked, shaped with arms spread wide and round breasts thrust taut before me. The artist depicted me legs spread wide and with my futa-dick thrusting from the folds of my pussy and the curls of my blonde bush. My eyes widened at that thick shaft.
Why was there a life-sized statue of me here?
My brows furrowed. Then I noticed the stain glass windows running the length of the worship hall. I gaped. Instead of the usual Christian imagery of the crucifixion or the various apostles, it was me. There was a panel showing me fucking at the football game, my cock ramming into Sabrina’s cunt as she knelt naked before me. Beside that image was me fucking Amelia during our interview right after that, and then the viral picture of the president of my college getting plowed from behind by me as we stood up through the sunroof of the limo. They even had me fucking the busty, lactating winner of the first Ms. Bred Pageant.
“W-what is this?” I gasped as the naked women of the church began filing to the front where the statue lay.
“The Holy Church of the Futanari Goddess,” Brother Gavin breathed. “Three years ago, after your miraculous appearance at the football game, our entire congregation recognized your virtue. We became your most fervent worshipers, recruiting all we could We remolded our church and prayed for you to appear.”
“Futanari!” moaned a woman with green eyes and small breasts who looked like an older version of Jocelin. “We are so honored by your Divinity.” Then she bent over and backed her pussy onto the bronze cock thrusting from the statue. “We worship you with all our bodies and souls.”
She quivered there for a moment, impaled on the dick sculpted like mine. Then she pulled off of it, leaving it glistening in her pussy juices. The next lady, the only Hispanic woman, knelt before the cock, sucked on the tip and the first woman’s juices before she rose, bent over, and impaled her cunt down her cock.
“We worship you with all our bodies and souls, Futanari!” she moaned, such ecstasy crossing her face.
I stood there stunned. As much as this weirded me out—it was so surreal seeing this old church turned into a pagan cult worshiping me—it also made me so hard. These women moaned and gasped as they impaled their cunts on the bronze cock before the next woman tasted their passion on it and added her own. My futa-dick tented the front of my shorts. Juices spilled down my thighs as I felt drawn down the aisle.
The men all clapped a beat, their voices deep and rumbling. It was a hymn of praise to me, the words lost in the tumult of my mind. Just as I reached the dais, the four girls then crowded around the bronze dick slathered in the pussy juices of the last woman, a Black MILF who was clearly not related to any of the four.
One by one, the four virgins sucked on the tip. Kristine, then Jocelin, then Meadow, then the Hispanic girl whose name I hadn’t yet caught. They sucked on it before repeating the same catechism, “We worship you with all our bodies and souls, Futanari!”
“We are so eager to worship you, Futanari,” the Hispanic girl said when they turned to me. “We want to be baptized in your holy seed and then bred by you.”
“Yes, yes, Hilario is right,” Meadow moaned. “We want to bear your Holy Daughters. So many other women have borne you demigoddesses, and none of them worship you.”
“But you’ve come,” Jocelin said, her glasses quivering on her nose. “You’re here to love us.”
“Yes, yes, love us,” whimpered blonde Krystine, her round tits swaying. She reached out, a look of awe filling her blue eyes as she grasped my thigh. Her fingers were delicate. They slid up my inner flesh until she felt my wet juices. “Oh, you are so eager for us, Futanari.”
“Are you eager, my Goddess?” breathed Meadow, her large tits quivering before her. They swayed with her slightest movement.
“Yes,” I couldn’t help myself from saying. They were just so young. Eighteen or nineteen, and virgins! I loved virgins. I wanted to fuck a virgin every day for the rest of my life, to be the first cock to enter them and spurt my seed into their fertile, untouched depths.
Their hands all touched me as the church, men and women both, sang another worship hymn. It sounded like a parody of a traditional Christian song, replacing all the talk of god and Jesus with me and my miraculous seed.
I ignored them, concentrating on the four vixens pulling me closer. Their hands explored my body, pulling off my clothing. In moments, my round breasts jiggled free, Hilario’s golden-brown fingers kneading and squeezing them while Meadow and Jocelin pulled my skirt down my thighs. The blonde Krystine leaned in and licked the tip of my girl-dick.
“Mmm, that’s her salty precum,” she moaned in awe. “Oh, yes, Futanari, we are so honored.”
“And blessed,” Meadow purred, the black-haired girl lifting her face to nuzzle between my thighs. “Oh, her pussy smells so good and…” She took a lick through my folds. I gasped, my futa-dick throbbing. “She tastes even better than any other woman.”
“Of course she does,” whimpered Jocelin. “She’s our Goddess.”
My pussy clenched at that word. It sent a heady thrill through me that clashed with the strange, surreal writhe through my guts. The hymn echoed around me, the worship song of the other adults. I focused on the girls, on Meadow and Jocelin kissing, sharing the taste of my pussy while Hilario leaned in and nuzzled into my folds.
Her tongue thrust up inside of me. She wiggled around, stirring me up. My futa-cock throbbed and ached the shaft rubbing into her black hair. I wiggled my hips back and forth as she feasted. Then she pulled away her lips, my cream glistening on them, and kissed Krystine with such eagerness. Their round breasts brushed as they shared their lesbian passion.
“Do you often kiss each other?” I asked them.
Meadow and Jocelin broke their kiss. “Of course. We know you enjoy women who engage in carnal relations with each other,” Meadow said. “I’ve lain with every woman in the church.”
“Me, too. Save my mother, obviously,” Jocelin added, pushing up her glasses. “We are only virgins because we have our hymens. I enjoy licking Meadow’s pussy. I shaved her myself.”