Glossolalia: Genre Undetermined

She felt the feeling welling up within her, and did not resist its call. She tilted back her head and let the strings of glossolalia pour out of her mouth in a blessing of sound upon those around her. Across the tent, she saw another woman do the same, and then a man, and then. . . . But by that time she was swallowed up by the bliss and all she felt was the push of the words against her throat, as hard as a man's cock when it was thrusting through her mouth. The preacher's had felt softer than the words that came from his preaching. She was swallowed in bliss as she swallowed bliss. When she woke up, she was lying alone in the tent, surrounded by empty chairs. She pushed herself up gingerly--

Inspiration: "Really Feeling" by Hydraulic Funk
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Hmm. A lot cruder than my usual writing. So, yeah, she's the town hooer.