Sunday Service - the Offering

It had become customary for the Offering to refrain from sex with her husband the week leading up to her Sunday. This was Carol's week and she, like the other women, did not have relations with her husband at all leading up to her given Sunday. She went perhaps a little above and beyond, in the fact that she would not let Jerry even see her naked. It definitely built the sexual tension for both of them, but often Harold found it agonizing. The week leading up to his wife's Sunday to be offered up to the group was exciting and nerve-racking. With Carol not touching him or even showing her flesh was almost enough to drive him insane. Come Sunday however, all that tension and frustration was released, and in those lust filled moments, he knew it was worth it.

Carol was a very elegant woman in her early 40's, average height, slender frame, great breasts that seemed to bounce playfully by even the slightest of movements when they were exposed. Jerry often thought they had hypnotizing properties, as he often found himself lost in their soft beauty as they danced around when she stepped out of the shower or was being used by the group. His pants tightened at the mere thought of his wife's chest. He always loved Carol, they were high school sweethearts and if it wasn't for the life group at church, he would likely never have slept with another woman. Not that he hadn't fantasized about other women, because he had. That was Afterall the whole point of the group, to use the offering to satisfy all lust and discretion, and it worked. It also seemed to make every couple, not just Jerry and Carol, more attracted to each other. It was a major side effect of the group dynamic, that everyone found to be quite wonderful.

The service always seemed longer on carol's day to be offered, then again, so did the car ride to the church, as well as the walk to the back room. Jerry always thought the morning leading up to the group meeting, when it was Carol's week, was happening in slow motion. Standing in the hallway shaking hands and smiling at the other members before they too broke off into their groups, was almost physically painful. His balls were full, his cock was getting firmer every second closer to the metallic click of the lock on the door and his mind was racing. Like the other group members though, he played the part of a content and happy parishioner. The last of the good-byes were spoke, and couples started walking indifferently towards the back room. It was routine for the Offering to be the last one to enter the room, it built a certain anticipation that everyone enjoyed. It was also the Husbands responsibility to be the one to lock the door. It was a sign of acceptance, a show of approval, that the husband was willingly offering his wife's body to the group, until they were done with her.

The Click on the lock was a pleasing sound to all, it was the sound that signaled and initialized the sexual purging. Carol did not hesitate; the lock was applied, and her Sunday dress smoothly slid off her shoulders. The garment pooled around here feet, she lowered her gaze toward the floor and folded her arms behind the small of her back, just above her well sharpened ass. No one spoke as she seductively stepped out of the dress and made her way to the ottoman in the center of the room. Jerry grinned with approval as he watched her breasts swaying with each step. Soon they would be glistening with sweat and liquid lust, his erection at the thought, was not subtle.

Carol confidently arrived at the room's centerpiece, often referred to as the alter, which was, in reality, an old ottoman that always smelled of lavender and cleaning solutions, due to the militant style cleanings it received twice a week. No one in the chairs circling the ottoman moved an inch as Carol arrived at the altar, gracefully turned on her heels and sat down, arms still folded behind her back. The wives on the perimeter wall, heads facing the floor, slightly stirred in their seats anticipating what happened next. Susan, the newest member of the group, who had the week before been placed on her knees and forcibly used in that very same spot, felt bad for Carol. If they had been so rough on Susan the week before, a newbie, what would they do to Carol? Carol was one the elder members of the group, her and Jerry may have even been the founding members for all Susan knew.

Much to Susan's surprise however, the men did not act like aggressive animals with Carol, they seemed to renown her, respect her. Susan's mouth went wide in shock when she heard the first voice.

"May I?"

Susan lifted her head to see Harold, the man that was so dominant and rude to her just the week before, kneeling before Carols slightly spread thighs, asking for permission. Carol gave a single nod of approval and leaned back slightly. The man between her legs started kissing her softly on her visibly dampening lips. He passionately darted his tongue around her clit, down her lining and back again. Never losing the air of loving passion he continued to make laps around carols entire area, every once in a while, breaking course to stray inside her briefly. Harold continued making love to Carol's well-groomed and inviting love as two other men stood and started removing their pants. They positioned themselves on both of sides of Carol, but did not touch her, they just stood like aroused statues until Jerry, Carol's own husband spoke.

"My love."

Carol smiled coyly at each of the men at her sides, and for the first time since she undressed, unfolded her arms from behind her back. Susan thought Carol looked Regal as the three men around her appeared to be more like worshiping minions than they did sex crazed animals. Carols hands simultaneously reached for the men at her sides and in unison started stroking, somehow, she managed to make jacking off two cocks look elegant. Carol slowly licked her lips as she looked from one man to the other, as if thoughtfully trying to decide which of the men she was going to taste first. Her smile widened as clearly the tough decision was made, while continuing to work the man on her left with consistency, she leaned slightly to the right and consumed Jerry's tip.

Somehow, Carol seemed to be in complete control of the situation. She hadn't said a word and yet, everything that was happening appeared to be at her will. The pace of her sucking and stroking picked up steadily. Harold had also picked up pace making out with Carol's midsection. He now had one finger in her pussy, which was beginning to drip onto the ottoman. Even her orgasms were controlled and royal. As she took the cock as deep in her mouth as she could, her hand moved to the head between her legs and gave it a series of small taps. The signal was received loud and clear and Harold rose up, placed his hands on her hips, his erect cock aiming at Carol's entrance. He did not move towards her, did not force himself inside her, instead Carol reached down, grabbed him and started rubbing his erectness against her slowly.

She let out a soft moan as her hand began using the head of Harold's cock to massage her own clit. Harold kept his hands securely on her hips as she used him like an inanimate sex toy. She stopped paying attention to the men standing on each side, but they did not move. They stood there, fully erect as if waiting for her to finish. She grabbed Harold's shaft with both hands and aggressively used him to satisfy herself. There was a look of pain on his face, several times carol would pull on him so roughly he winced but did not utter a sound or pull away. Carol laid back completely on the ottoman while continuously using Harold's hard flesh to massage her pussy. His hands still placed on her hips, his face still baring obvious discomfort and pain, his Cock turning a bright red in her dainty, well-manicured hands. A loud, primal moan filled the silent room as she shuttered tensely. Her grip on Harold tightened as he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as tight as he could, he was clearly in pain.

Carol let go of Harold, as her body went limp. Her arms and legs restfully spread out in peace. Her smile was radiant and true. The room was at a complete standstill, as they waited for her to make the next move. Not even Harold retreated despite his red and tender penis, which had gone limp but was still a little misshapen and swollen. Susan quizzically looked at the other members in awe. Remembering how rough they were with her only seven days ago. These same men that disregarded Susan as a person and treated her as nothing more than a sexual object they could abuse, were now hanging on the slightest movements of Carol as if she was some sort of sexual goddess. Susan's face started to redden with anger as she turned her gaze to Joe, her husband. Joe had been sitting there like a robot watching the scene unfold. She could see the bulge in his undone pants and wanted to scream.

Susan's unapproving gaze at her husband was interrupted as Carol lifted her head, scanned the women on the outer wall, and pointed at Cindy. As if knowing exactly what being pointed at meant, Cindy rose to her feet and made her way to the naked goddess in the middle of the room. Harold, as if he too knew what was about to happen, stepped away from the ottoman. Cindy took his place and removed her own dress, allowing it to fall around her feet. She knelt between Carol's open legs and started licking the wetness of carol's orgasm. This seemed to spark something in the men, as Joe, Susan's husband and Steve both shot out of their seats fully erect and raced to Cindy's backside. Much to Susan's dismay, Joe arrived first and like a sex carved lunatic, pushed himself inside of Cindy and started humping her.

Cindy let out a barely audible gasp but did not stop her tongue from caressing the edges of carol's pussy. With each frantic thrust from Joe, Cindy's tongue moved faster. It didn't take long for Joe to reach climax, he pulled out from behind Cindy and moved swiftly towards her mouth. Cindy did not stop licking as the hot spray from Joe splashed her face and dripped onto Carol's mound. Steve had taken up station inside Cindy before the last drop from Joe's orgasm left him. Cindy was once again being taken from behind, never once resting her mouth and tongue. Susan watched intently as her husband returned to his seat, never once looking in her direction.

Jerry, who had been standing in his same place, like a good statue, received a soft pat on his leg. Without having to ask why, he bent slightly and placed himself gently on Carol's mouth. Carol began playfully licking her erect husband, and Susan once again was reminded how rough the oral sex had been when she was the one naked, in that very same spot. Carol's head turned and her mouth opened wide, and almost lovingly, accepted Jerry inside. She seductively and slowly sucked her husband while Cindy, who was still getting clumsily mounted, lapped up every drop of liquid in front of her. The scene was absurd to Susan, who was not turned on in the slightest, just confused and angry.

Steve made a fairly loud series of grunts, and on que, Carol started rubbing her perfectly bouncing breasts. This obviously was another message that everyone was understanding except Susan. Steve pulled out of Cindy, gripped himself tight, and oddly hurried over to Carol's side. If the goal was to hold his release until he could cover her breasts with his seed, he failed. His orgasm came sputtering out with each step he took, despite his attempts to pinch it off. The room went still, even Cindy stopped petting Carol with her tongue and looked up. Steve's face turned a strange shade of purple as he stood there with his manhood dripping, his expression was distraught as he deliriously looked around the room. Carol briefly removed Jerry from her mouth, gave a disgusted glance at the floor, where Steve had spilled himself, and let out a very annoyed groan.

Carol then lifted her right leg and placed it on Cindy's shoulder. Glancing around the room she calmly spoke, "We will deal with this later." then extended her right leg against Cindy's shoulder forcing her to the ground. Not moving, Cindy sat on her knees with her head towards the carpet, hair covering her face. Susan was pretty sure she had heard Cindy start to cry. Steve had made his way to the corner of the room where he remained for the rest of the afternoon. He was naked, with an embarrassing look of shame, he too kept his head down.

The days events continued, with a level of disappointment in the air, especially from Jerry. His eager and lust filled eyes were replaced with a haze of indifference and annoyance. This did not by any stretch of the imagination end the days events, but the confident and sexual vibe from carol and Jerry had far been removed. Carol sat up and motioned to Mindy, one of the heavier set women in the group. Mindy awkwardly made her way over to Carol, clumsily removing her dress as she walked. Carol made a couple taps on the edge of the ottoman as Mindy arrived. Again, as if knowing exactly what was expected, still standing, leaned over and placed both hands on the edge. Jerry instantly got behind Mindy and coldly entered her ass. Mindy let out a sharp gasp, that she unsuccessfully tried to hold in. Carol frowned and rolled her eyes as she moved her head in Mike's direction. Mike had been standing like an English guard, either waiting for his "signal" or perhaps being smart and avoiding getting involved altogether, Susan couldn't decide.

Carol raised her brow at Mike, and he stepped to her, fully erect. Carol grabbed the man and started working him with her mouth with intent. Mindy, who was receiving a sharp slap on her plump ass, while Jerry emotionlessly thrusted himself deep inside of her, seemed to bear a slight smile, and a sense of pride. Her backside was being used to save the days events, and it would be from within her, that Jerry would find physical pleasure and be able to release himself. Mindy could feel Jerry reach his maximum depth, so she eagerly gave a slight push back against him, as if there was more he could give. Sensing her eagerness, Jerry grew a little more into the situation as well, grabbing her chunky thighs tightly and pulling her back with force as he drove himself in her ass. Jerry watched his wife sloppily take Mike down to her throat and back to her lips. Watching Carol and feeling every ridge of Mindy's insides as she matched his momentum with every push, was enough to bring him to finish. He gave Mindy a firm and final slap on the ass and one final power thrust into her depths before removing himself completely. Mindy, seemingly aware of what was going on, knelt down to Carol's waste and started making out with her midsection. She could taste the dried remains of Joe, mixed with Cindy's saliva and Carol's orgasm. Mindy feverishly devoured Carol as if trying to prove some sort of worth.

Jerry had successfully made his way to Carol's chest before unloading himself. He gave a disgusted glance over at Steve in the corner as he rained himself on his favorite things in the world, Carol's chest. He made sure to work every last drop out and aimed carefully to ensure every bit found its mark. When there was nothing left, Carol grabbed him up, and while Mike was still playing tag with the bag of her throat, she opened wide, and found room to fit them both. Now both men were sliding along her tongue, Mike still very hard and Jerry, who was slightly softening from his orgasm. Mike tapped Carol on the back of her head, as he started to fight back his eruption. She firmly placed a hand on his back and would not let him leave her mouth. Understanding what this meant, Mike started moving his hips and working his erection back and forth in Carol's mouth and wedged alongside Jerry.

Mike brought both his hands up over his eyes, as he let out one final, powerful moan. His body shimmied back and forth in one pleasurable release. Inside, Carol could feel the hotness striking the roof of her mouth, she kept working both the men as Mike's essence flowed over them both and started dripping onto her chest. She kept them both in her mouth, making passes over her tongue until they were soft, and every drop had eventually made its way past her teeth and lips and landed onto her chest.

Susan couldn't believe what she was witnessing, desperately wanting to be anywhere but in this room, she closed her eyes and imagined being in her garden. She did not open them again until it was time to go. Not even when she heard the unmistakable cries of passion from her own husband, who was obviously not done for the day. A few times she worried that Carol would summon her too to the ottoman, and because she was daydreaming would not answer the call. She found some joy in the idea that carol would not get what she wanted, and went back to mentally gardening.