The heavy wooden doors of St. Joseph's Church creaked open, revealing a scene that was anything but typical for a Sunday service. The pews were filled to capacity, but the congregation was made up entirely of women, their heads bowed in prayer. The air was thick with anticipation, and I couldn't help but feel like an intruder in this sea of estrogen.
Julie, the Vicar, stood behind a glass pulpit, her fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders. She wore a flowing white robe, but as I sat directly beneath her, I had a clear view up her skirt. My eyes widened as I saw a flash of gold French knickers, the sight sending a jolt of electricity straight to my cock.
Julie's voice boomed through the church, "Ladies, I have an important announcement. God has devised a game in heaven, and we have been chosen to participate. The color of your knickers must be flashed when called out. Failure to do so will result in lowering your knickers to your knees for constant display."
The conservative ladies in the congregation gasped and tuted in disapproval, their faces turning various shades of red. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but my cock was growing harder by the second.
Julie turned to me, her green eyes piercing through my soul. "You will play the part of God for the day," she commanded.
I gulped, feeling both nervous and excited. "Purple," I called out, my voice barely above a whisper.
Reluctantly but submissively, the ladies lifted their pleated skirts, exposing their satin purple knickers. The sight was intoxicating, and I felt my cock twitch in my pants.
However, one lady openly refused. Julie led her to the front of the church and pulled her knickers down to her knees. The woman's face turned bright red, but she didn't resist.
"Pink satin," I called out, my voice growing stronger.
The ladies who were wearing pink satin knickers exposed them, their faces flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. I studied their underwear, taking in the different shades of pink and the intricate lace patterns.
The woman who had refused earlier started to pull her knickers up, but Julie stopped her. She was led to the pulpit, knickers still lowered.
Julie ordered her to kneel before me and pleasure me by licking and sucking my balls and cock. I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me as her tongue darted out, teasing my sensitive skin.
I continued to call out colors, and the ladies followed suit, exposing their satin panties. The two ladies continued to pleasure me while I studied the congregation's underwear, my mind spinning with the eroticism of it all.
I reached my climax, cumming over the two ladies. Julie and the other ladies helped me straighten myself up, and the service continued as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
As I sat there, my mind reeling from the unusual events that had just taken place, I couldn't help but feel both amused and aroused. The Divine Game had certainly lived up to its name.
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