Let's establish a cult -- The Cult of Your Cock
From Torg Adventure
“My Lord {FIRST_NAME},” pants Cherilynne as she bounces up and down on in your lap, “your cock is so good! It feels so big inside me! Does my pussy please you?”
“Absolutely!” you reply. You look down at her chest. After your reality realignment, she's wearing her gold and red head cheerleader top again. You wish that bras, like panties, are not part of the cheerleader uniform and shove your hands up under her top. You find two bare mountains of breast flesh waiting for your hands.
Looking over Cherilynne's shoulder, you see that your worshipers are riding their men hard. The three extra guys who were gangbanging Taylor before are now divided between between Taylor and Megan. They're sucking and massaging various parts of the girls' bodies as the cheerleaders focus on fucking the men below them and looking at you adoringly.
You wish that your girls were not just irresistible to men, but also masters of sex. In addition to knowing everything about sex, but they can control when they orgasm and can manipulate their vaginal muscles well enough to control when their partners cum. Plus, they all know that they are to wait until their master orgasms so that they can share it with him, even if they're having sex with someone else.
The result of your wish is that Cherilynne's hands are now scratching your back and tickling your balls, all without slowing the pace of her love making. That's what it is, love making, because all these girls love you now and forever.
Cherilynne licks your earlobe, then sucks it into her mouth. Combined with her other efforts, she's pushed you to the edge very quickly. You look out at the semi-circle of fucking couples at the bottom fo the bleachers and yell, “Are you ready, my ladies?!”
An adoring chorus calls out, “We're ready, Lord {FIRST_NAME}!”
You roar as you pump your seed up into Cherilynne's hot, tight pussy, spasmically squeezing her huge tits as you cum. Your roar is met with screams of passion as all the cheerleaders let themselves come. Those screams are in turn met with more yells as they relax their vaginal muscles and let the basketball players cum. It's a giant symphony of orgasm, and you're the conductor.
When you finish you gently push Cherilynne to the side and stand on the bleachers. The head cheerleader bows and kisses your feet as you look over the sprawl of young, hot, exhausted bodies.
“Did you enjoy that, ladies?”
“Yes, Lord {FIRST_NAME}!” they cry out in unison, as if this was a well practiced ritual.
“And what of your men?”
The girls get off their partners and help the basketball players shift to kneeling positions. Then the girls whisper something into their ears. Once all the guys are ready, they look lovingly at their girls and chant, “Thank you, Lord {FIRST_NAME}, for giving us the blessing of your women tonight.”
It's good to be a god.
What happens next?
