I walk in slowly, the sound of my heels clicking on the stone floor in the sanctuary. At the final doorway to the inner sanctuary, I remove my shoes and socks. My bare feet feel the cold of the floor. I walk past the cushioned platforms where members kneel or lie down for worship during the weekend service, past the communal altar where those who need group absolution receive the blessings of the congregation. I walk to the altar for people like me, people who need to repent or worship during the week. There are no booths to hide my confession, no places where I can disguise the fact that I have transgressed. I am open to all who are in the sanctuary. Open to the Gods themselves, open to the Spiritual Leaders, and open to members of the congregation.

Simply by stepping into this sexual sanctuary, I submit to the will of the Gods, the rulers of Love and War, of Pleasure and Pain, of Unity and Lust and the Orgasm, of the Penis and the Vagina. The Church of the Sacred Body is a religious order derived from many others and welcomes those of any faith, so long as they respect humankind and the sexual acts. We are different in our concentration of sex as a holy act, not to be restricted by social boundaries. Some practitioners maintain only the same partner but all are free to engage others who are willing. Our unifying focus is always clear: we worship through the sanctity and power of the orgasm.

Kneeling, I begin to make preparations. The large, phallic Linga extending from the altar is polished and cleaned several times daily and after any activity with it, both as a sign of respect for the Gods and for matters of hygiene. I remove the protective leather sheath and place the sheath at the edge of the altar. Opening a small door at the base of the altar, I take out a glass vial, remove the stopper and tilt it above the Linga, letting a few drops drip onto it. The ointment, thick and smooth, glistens in the light that falls through the high stained glass windows above and rolls down the smooth surface of the sacred gold instrument. I massage the Linga like it is my lover's penis, covering it completely with the ointment.

I look around the sanctuary. There are no others here at the moment. The Yoni, close by, seems empty, waiting for a man to come along to fill it as the Linga will soon fill me. I examine the Linga once again. I prepare myself to make my sacrifice.

With the sound of a door opening at the side of the sanctuary, I stop. A man in a hooded cloak steps out and walks toward me to stand before the altar where I kneel. His bare feet make no sound as he approaches. His cloak covers him completely. Before I place my hands on the altar and turn my face down, I notice that it is Leader Alex, one of the Spiritual Leaders of our church. I've seen his magnificent body before during the weekend service but have never personally worshiped with him. Though I've always wanted to.

"You wish to make a sacrifice to the Gods?"

"Yes, Leader Alex. I wish to make a sacrifice on the altar."

"For what reason do you make this sacrifice?"

"To pay homage and to repent. Please advise me."

"First pray for the Gods to accept your sacrifice."

"Yes, Leader...I pray to Eros for the energy and desire to love and be loved by all. I pray to Ares for strength to endure and for pain so that I may learn humility. I pray to Aphrodite so that I might have love for myself and for others. I pray to Hermaphrodite for unity with all and for the power to give and receive, both of the body and of the soul. It is to them that I make my sacrifice."

"Then make your sacrifice, and I will hear your confession. We will begin the sacrifice on our respective altars."

Leader Alex steps up to the Yoni. His erection is evident by the bulge of the cloth of his cloak.

I reach down and unbutton my shorts, unzip them, and drop them to the floor then take off my panties. I remove my shirt and bra. I stand naked in the cool air, feeling the weight of my own existence.

Then, I step upon the altar, straddling the Holy Linga. I lower my body down until I feel the pressure of the instrument between my legs. Leader Alex unties the rope from around his waist and pulls back the folds of his garment and his hood, letting the cloak drop to the floor. He stands there, glorious in his beauty, his muscular frame and erect penis poised, waiting for me to begin. I push myself down on top of the phallic Linga until it pierces me.

Before joining the Church of the Sacred Body, I had masturbated frequently. The urges I had drove me toward larger instruments, but nothing I'd had was as large or as painful yet pleasurable as the Linga. I feel it inside of me, as large as my spiritual sense of the Gods themselves. I push myself down onto it as far as I can go until it penetrates not only my body but my soul.

Leader Alex begins to stroke himself gently, keeping his large member strong as he steps up to the Yoni. I begin to form a rhythm, alternately lowering and raising myself, pushing onto and pulling off of the sacred Linga, getting wetter.

I move myself up and down the shaft of the Holy Linga, the slick ointment allowing my lips to slide gently along the golden surface. The Leader produces a vial of lubricating liquid for the Yoni and coats it in preparation, then inserts himself into the Yoni, smoothly guiding his thick erection into its tight aperture. It is gold on the outside but there is a specially-designed mold inside to stimulate the male worshipers. I watch Alex's reaction as he begins to thrust into the hole. His eyes are slits, almost closed, and his lips are parted slightly. The muscles of his legs and buttocks flex as he plunges inside of it time and time again, his face a perfect example of reverence for sex while taking pleasure in it.

"You have a confession to make...I will hear your confession now," he says, his voice wavering at the physical exertion of joining with the Yoni. I hear the sound of his penis going in and out of the sacrificial instrument, the mild slushing sound of flesh and ointment competing for space inside the holy orifice.

"Leader, I have..." I find it hard to speak. "...given myself to those not of our beliefs...I have fucked..." I stopped short.

"What s wrong?" he asks.

"I m sorry...I used common words."

"It's all right. Common words..." He also strains himself, pausing with small sexual grunts as he exerts himself on the Yoni, "...often sound more harsh to our ears...but our words are neither good nor bad...except in how we use them." He continues to stab the opening of the Yoni with his manhood as he advises me. "You use them as a description. I understand that description...so their use is valid. Who did you fuck?"

"I fucked men and women who do not value my body...or the sanctity of the orgasm." My voice wavers as I crouch and stand, flex my hips and legs to ride the Linga, my wetness and the ointment dripping down to form a small pool on the altar. I get more excited watching Leader Alex force his sex into the Yoni over and over. His sexual energy drives me, and I want to be the Yoni. I want to be the receptacle of the Gods and of the Spiritual Leaders. I fuck the Linga harder as my excitement grows.

"In what way...have you given yourself?"

"I participated in group sex that was not in honor of anyone or any god. I allowed myself...to be penetrated vaginally, anally, and orally for the sake of the pleasure of the flesh...and not for the honor of the Gods. I wasted my body...and my orgasm."

Something begins to build inside of me. Something that needs release. Something that I want desperately to give to the same Gods that had given me direction and a new perspective on life. I needed to give my orgasm. Leader Alex spoke to me again as I brought myself to orgasm.

"Then you should be cleansed in all ways relating to your transgressions." I can tell Alex s arousal is growing and he is getting closer to peaking. "You may choose the way of your cleansing...Your body is your own...You give it freely to the Gods Eros, Hermaphrodite, Aphrodite, and Ares. We are the divine extensions...of those to whom you give your sacrifice and we are both guided by them...but they give us free will to decide. We are drawn to unity...as are all members of the human race...but we may chose the method of union, whether symbolic or literal."

My heart starts to race. The orgasm has built itself up inside of me. It swells, getting higher. Then, it crests. My muscles seize up around the Linga and I hear myself give a low moan as my warm juices pour from my body. My sex grips the phallic instrument as I sit, crouched, unable to move for the moment my orgasm has control over me. I feel at one with the Gods and experience their mighty power.

I look over at Leader Alex and his pace has slowed somewhat. He continues his intercourse but is looking at me. I can't tell whether what is in his eyes is pity or longing. He stops, and I hear a sweet sucking sound as he pulls out of the Yoni. He grabs an empty red vial from below the altar of the Yoni. He opens it and places the head of his penis on it and a few drops of semen spill into the opening in subdued throbs. One of the requirements for the male Spiritual Leaders is the ability to have multiple orgasms and to control their ejaculations. He finishes and closes the red vial.

"You have cleansed yourself in one area. But you have transgressed in others, and in doing so must be cleansed in them as well."

The muscles in my legs begin to ache from the exertion of joining with the Linga. I stand up, gently pulling my sex from the great instrument. Alex has walked around to the other side of the altar and offers his hand up to me.

"Step down." I take his hand and do as he says.

"I would like to bless your anus. Is that all right?"

I don't want to reveal how much I would like him to bless every part of my body. I try to contain my excitement. "Yes." I feel my arousal grow, even so soon after having climaxed.

Alex steps around me and takes my shoulders, guiding me close to the altar, turning my body to face away from him and toward the altar.

"Hand me the ointment."

I reach under the altar for the ointment and hand it to him. I hear him behind me, removing the stopper, dripping a few drops onto his penis. He hands it back to me, and I replace it beneath the altar. He gently places his hands on my back and his touch asks me to lean forward. I do, placing my hands on the altar in front of me.

He passes me the red vial. I open it and pour the contents onto the Linga before me. The semen begins to slide down the shaft, but I flick my tongue at the drops that are escaping downward. The taste is actually sweet. The male Leaders know that we will eventually taste them, so their diet is filled with fruits and other substances to enhance the taste. They eat only the healthiest foods. Their bodies are sacred to them and to us. For many reasons.

I lower my mouth around the shaft. Its length and girth make taking it all difficult, but I do my best. I taste his ejaculate mixed with the ointment and my own juices. I lap them up. They are delicious to me and important to my spirit. I move my tongue around the Linga as if it were Alex's own. Then I am reminded of his cock. Its pressure is against my anus. The ointment begs its entry into my void, and I relax my muscles to allow it. He pushes against me and I feel the head of his penis start inside of me.

"Are you all right?" he asks.

I remove my mouth from the phallus. "Yes. Don t stop."

He continues to press against me, and I feel more of him enter me, my skin stretching to accommodate his largeness, the pain beginning, that familiar pain that is so close to the line of pleasure that I want it to stop and to continue at the same time. The ointment makes his entry into me easier, but his size is nothing easy for me to take.

I try to focus on sucking the Linga clean. I must do this as a symbol of the cleansing of my mouth after my wayward activities with the others. I lick and suck the Linga while Alex enters me further, stretching my hole, the pain building up with each inch he goes inside me. He pulls out and reenters again, opening me up slowly so as not to injure me, the smooth flesh gliding into my anus, making me want more. I press back against him, feeling him fill me up and that filling is like a divine revelation, the force against my insides caressing some intangible part of me, urging a rush of sensations that make me shake nervously all over. I am in rapture but I am oddly scared of this painful pleasure.

Alex speeds up, plunging into me repeatedly. I realize that I ve been sucking the Linga so hard that it is clean of my juices, his semen, and the ointment. My mouth is cleansed and blessed, and I'm thankful for that because I can no longer concentrate on it. My jaw now hangs slack while this powerful penis of the Gods stabs my inner body, reaching all the way in, to my very soul.

I feel his rhythm speed up. He was getting closer. I felt something growing inside me, too. I felt another orgasm mounting, and this one would be even stronger than the last. I reach down between my legs and touch myself to bring it on sooner. When I do, I notice Alex enjoying my actions.

"Yes, you should enjoy this. You should believe in the importance of enjoying this sexual act and the power it brings to us both...I want to bless you now...I give myself to you completely. I want to feel your orgasm as you feel mine. I want you to come."

"Bless me, Alex, bless me. Fuck me harder and make me come my transgressions away. Come inside me, Leader."

With that, I lose control and my orgasm is a flood, released from the dam, spilling over my soul and literally spilling from within my body. I feel myself squirting, the juices running down my legs. I've never come like this from anal sex. I didn't know I could.

It s a small miracle.

Alex is coming inside me. I feel his thick penis throbbing against the sides of my anus, something warm and rich gushing into me with each spasm. His fingers dig into my skin. He feels his orgasm as powerful as I feel mine.

In a moment, my body begins to calm down. Alex pulls out, and I immediately miss having his warmth inside of me. He steps around the altar and dons his cloak again.

"The next time you feel sexual longing, I hope you will come here to the sanctuary, to those who respect and care for you body, your soul and your orgasm. I'm here for you and would be more than happy to worship with you again. You are a blessed practitioner of this religion. Don t let that go to waste. Thank you for letting me join you."

"The pleasure was mine, Leader. Thank the Gods."

I get dressed and as I reach the sanctuary door, I hear someone enter the sanctuary. Another of the Leaders is entering to clean the altars. Another door opens, this one in front of me. A young couple is entering the sanctuary. I smile at them and give a slight bow at the waist and they return the gesture.

I put on my shoes and look back over my shoulder. The Leader is finishing the cleaning of the altars. As I m walking out, I hear her say, "Hello. Have you come to worship?"