“So, you want to be an All, Linda?”

“Yes, Sister Licentia,” said Linda Thompson.

They stood just in front of the altar of the large Sanctuary. The space had once been a Christian Church, but now it belonged to the Church of Gaea. Statues of naked couples cavorting filled each of the niches along against the wall. The altar cloth, padded on one side, plastic lined on the hidden side, depicted men and women fucking, sucking, and licking. If one looked closely, one could see an image of someone being flogged, or restrained. Over it all towered a bigger-than-life marble statue of the goddess herself, naked, with green gems for eyes.

Sister Licentia was a short, curvy woman around forty years old, with long brown-black hair. She wore a brocade corset that pushed her boobs up into two half-spheres and a miniskirt that hugged her generous hips and revealed the straps of the suspenders holding her fishnet stockings up. In four-inch heels, she was nearly as tall as Linda, who was barefoot and wore only a simple white robe.

Alice, her best friend, stood next to her, wearing a modest blue dress. Alice wasn’t a member of the Church, but she was supportive of Linda’s choices. Linda appreciated that, knowing that Alice’s boyfriend didn’t approve.

Linda’s parents stood to one side, looking proud. Her mom was displaying nearly as much cleavage as Sister Licentia. Her Dad was fidgeting a bit, but that might be because her Mom had stuck a plug in his ass and had the remote control in her pocket. Things sure had changed a lot in her house since she came to Sunday School in this space when she was a kid.

Obviously, the sanctuary had changed a lot, too. The pews held another forty people, chosen by Sister Licentia from among the people who packed the pews on weekend afternoon services. Many had tried to get the Church of Gaea banned, claiming that it engaged in prostitution. Oddly, many of the same people who argued that “religious freedom” allowed them to discriminate against LGBTQ folks had the biggest problem with the Church of Gaea. But the Gaean miracle established the Church as a true religion, maybe the only true religion. Anyone who had sex with a Sister or Brother of the church were cured of any transmittable disease in their body. Scientists had isolated a virus they claimed was responsible, but the virus died soon after doing its work and only seemed to thrive in the bodies of those properly initiated.

“Do you consent to undergo the full rites of initiation, understanding all that is expected of you, and not knowing who has been chosen to participate in those rites?”

“I do.” She’d consented already in writing.

“And you are of consenting age?”

“I turned nineteen three weeks ago,” replied Linda.

“Let us proceed,” said Sister Licentia. “What name do you take?”

“Desiree,” replied Linda. She could keep using her own name, but most Sisters chose a new one.

“Do you promise to love both men and women?”

“I promise to love all,” Linda replied, with butterflies in her stomach as the moment she had played over in her mind most was approaching. She emphasized the last word, and there was a giggle from the audience. The Alls were so named as pun, “all” versus “nun.” There were a lot more sisters than brothers in the Church, as men were more likely to want to couple with only one sex or the other. Shackles of the old religions, according to Sister Licentia. Rumors said Sister Licentia enjoyed shackles of another kind.

“Linda, remove your robe, and show everyone Desiree.”

For a moment, she had trouble moving her fingers. Then she grabbed the collar of the robe, in which she had cut an inch through the seam, and pulled. As the fabric ripped, her nervousness disappeared too, and she couldn’t wait to have it off. The cool air against her naked body felt like freedom.

She wanted this. Six years of being told to save everything for marriage, before her parents converted, had never sat well with her. She enjoyed being seen. She loved being touched. She craved sex. She turned, trying to go slow, resisting the urge to do a fast twirl as her nervousness turned to excitement. The people in the pews, all dressed, feasted their eyes on her nakedness. She saw one woman’s arm move in a way that made Desiree think she might be stroking the man sitting next to her. She’d be fucking someone in that audience soon, and probably sucking on the cock or licking the pussy of someone else.

As she finally turned toward her parents, she thought she heard the faint buzz of a vibrator as her Mrs. Thompson removed her hand from her pocket. They were the only two people who she was sure would not touch her or enter her. The church had rules about that. Whether they were there for legal reasons, or as a religious precept, was not entirely clear, but either way her parents were off limits. Didn’t mean they wouldn’t watch.

Your little girl’s gonna be a proud slut, Daddy.

“Who are you?” asked Sister Licentia.

“I am Desiree, and I am about to become an All of the Church of Gaea.”

Sister Licentia touched Desiree’s breast, brushing her thumb against the nipple that had hardened when it felt the cool air.

“Keep your eyes on me, Desiree.”

Desiree did. Behind her, she felt movement. She felt a hand reach around and grope her other breast. A male hand, she was sure. Another touched her belly, and slid down toward her pussy. Her mound was a little sensitive, as she’d gotten it waxed that morning. Something touched her hip, and she thought it was a hard cock covered by denim jeans.

“What are you?”

“I’m a total slut,” Desiree said.

“Ready to be pleasured and to please anyone?”

“Yes.”

“Come to the altar.”

She let Desiree lead her, keeping her gaze forward to demonstrate that she did not need to know who had groped her. The Sister’s ass cheeks showed with each step up the stairs, left, right, left, right, which gave her something to focus on. When they got to the altar, Desiree climbed up on it.

“Look at these people. They are all going to watch you, except a few that will participate.”

She looked at them. She saw desire in their eyes. She was now sure that the woman she had spotted earlier was stroking her partner.

“Spread your legs, Desiree. Show them everything.”

Desiree spread her legs, flashing her pussy.

“Higher”

She lifted them back. Her asshole had to be on display as well, now. Everyone could see everything.

Sister Licentia reached into her bountiful cleavage and pulled out a leather blindfold, and put it over Desiree’s eyes.

Now everyone can see everything, except for me.

She could hear people move. She waited for what seemed like a long time.

“You are now an All, Desiree,” said Sister Licentia. A green light bathed her and the altar briefly, coming from the Statue of Gaea’s eyes.

Then she felt a cock against her pussy lips. It was warm; a bio-cock, not a strap-on. She inhaled the scent of perfume as feminine lips pressed against hers, and she opened her mouth to admit a questing tongue. The cock slid inside. There was no condom. No sister had every become pregnant, although one woman had left the Sisterhood because she wanted to have a baby. The fluids of sex were sacred to the Church.

She reached out and found a cock with her hand. The altar rocked as someone climbed onto it, and then she smelled a woman’s scent of arousal and stretched out her tongue. Hands touched her legs and her arms and her breasts as the cock thrusted in her pussy.

She made the woman on top of her cum first. Her face was wet with the woman’s juices when the woman crawled off of her. A moment later she felt a cock against her lips. She opened her mouth eagerly for it. Something warm and wet splattered her breast. She guessed the man whose cock she had held was a quick ejaculator. The cock slipped out of her grasp and she felt a smooth belly instead. Her hand quested up to find a breast to squeeze and was pushed down until her finger pressed against a clit.

A lubed finger slid in her ass, another started diddling her clit. She came, her scream muffled by the cock in her mouth. It turned her on to know that everyone was watching.

The cock in her pussy swelled, and she knew she was about to be filled. There were so many sensations it was hard to concentrate on any of them. He must have cum, however, as Sister Licentia, whose voice was the only one who had spoken the entire time, said, “You are initiated, Sister Desiree. Do you wish to continue, or rest?” Be pleasured, and pleasure others with both your mouth and either your genitals or your ass. Those were the requirements.

The cock withdrew from her mouth to let her answer. The orgy would continue with or without her, she knew. Sex was sacred. It was unlikely that any wet pussy or hard cock would go unserved, including those of her parents.

“Fuck me!” Desiree yelled. “In every hole.” Personally, she thought that should be a standard part of the initiation. Gaea deserved three-hole sluts. She grabbed for the cock that had left her mouth, knowing that it would be one of many to come, but couldn’t find it. She let the others rearrange her for their pleasure. Soon her head was back, just off the edge of the altar, a cock in her mouth. A man climbed on top of her and fucked her, and her hands were guided to pussies as fingers lubed her ass. Then something bigger slid inside her, making her feel so very full. She suspected it was Sister Licentia’s strap-on, but not knowing was part of the point. She gave herself to the sensations of hard and soft, of wet cum all over her body, dripping out of her holes as men flooded her with cum. It seemed never ending, and she wasn’t entirely sure that people weren’t coming back for seconds. She was sure that around her, other people were having sex, as she heard moans, and squishy sounds, and whispers.

Only Licentia spoke audibly, so that Desiree could not determine who was doing what from the voices.

At last Licentia said, “Thank you all. It is time for her to rest. She has a long sexy life ahead of her.”

Hands, pussies, and cocks left her. She was soaked and covered, a total slutty mess. She was exhausted. Someone brought her water in a bottle, and she sucked on the bottle gratefully. She smelled of cum and sweat and squirt.

Sister Licentia removed her blindfold. Alice was holding the water bottle.

She watched the people file out of the church. They had all watched her. Hell, pretty much all of them had fucked her. She noticed, out of the corner of her eye, that there was a wet spot on the front of her father’s khaki pants, and she wondered if he’d been watching her get fucked when he just couldn’t hold back his arousal anymore. Maybe her parents would have a fun time when they got home.

Brother Hardon and Sister Candy came out with a wheelchair. Together with Sister Licentia, they picked her up off the altar and put her on the chair. “Just rest,” Sister Candy told her. She was too tired to do anything else. Alice followed along. They took her to a room with an enormous bathtub already full of hot water and lowered her in it. Candy and Hardon and Alice together soaped her down, cleaning her with soft strokes. Candy supported her head when she started to fall asleep in the tub.

She woke up with Alice by her side. Desiree was naked underneath soft, clean sheets.

“You were amazing,” said Alice.

“Jealous?” asked Desiree.

“A bit. You must be exhausted. More water?”

Desiree nodded and took the proffered water bottle. “Yep.” She sipped and then looked at her friend. “Did you? Did we?”

Alice smiled. “I think the point is for you not to know. Sister Licentia swore me to secrecy.”

Desiree pouted, but nodded. She knew the rules. She just wasn’t a rule follower at heart.

“There’s another question you could ask,” said Alice.

Desiree thought about it for a while. “Would you?” she asked.

Alice smiled. “I just might. You look tired, though.”

“I am,” Desiree admitted. “Exhausted. And strangely still horny. But more exhausted than horny. Ted would have a fit, if we did anything, I bet.”
“Yeah, he’d give me some kind of monogamous bullshit, unless he got to watch, and then it would be all about him.”
“Give me a bit. We can put on a show for Ted if you like.”

“You have a rain check, but I’d rather it’d be just us. That was so beautiful. You are so beautiful.” She leaned over and kissed Desiree lightly on the lips.

Desiree closed her eyes again, smiling and looking forward to all the world offered her.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE