Sunday Service - the Offering

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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It had been several years since the church had incorporated Life Groups to encourage members of the congregation to get together and discuss life outside of church. It was a support system for members to connect with each other and communicate. A community-based foundation, where each group would bond and grow with one another while staying faithful to their beliefs and the church. There were groups on friendships and finances and everything in-between.

One Life Group was a little more in depth than the rest, it was a little more hands on as it were. It started out as a couple's group. A small collection of members of the church who were married but struggling to deal with forbidden desires. In a world full of sin and infidelity, the group was formed as a support system to encourage being faithful in the eyes of the church. They would encourage but not judge each other and offer tips and advice to promote a healthy, loving and faithful marriage.

In the beginning, there were four couples in the group, which had been named The Sharing Couples Group. To become a member, you had to have the need and desire to be a part of a group that strongly discourages straying outside of your marriage and most importantly outside of the church to fulfil any and all sexual desires. Most importantly however, you had to be willing to make an offering to the group on your designated Sunday.

Every Sunday after church, one couple was assigned with the Offering. The Offering was how the group dealt with lustful desires and sinful acts of passion. They had concluded early on that, to stray from the church and cheat on your wife was unforgivable. The group decided to have a Sunday offering to satisfy the lust and urges that plague all of man. Every husband had to offer his wife to the group, every wife had to be offered on the Sunday designated to them. There were no limits, there were no rules. This was their chance and opportunity in god's house, to unleash their darkest desires with-out corrupting the sanctity of the vows they had taken.

Since the birth of the group, the offering had been used more and more aggressively and freely. Like most things in life, once it became normal to take turns inserting themselves into the offerings various warm and inviting entrances, they needed more. It was no longer enough for the weekly offering to simply lay there while the men used her, like nothing more than a means to spill their seed and purify themselves of lust and desire. In the beginning when it wasn't one of the other wives turn to be the offering they would sit proper against the wall. They would keep their church dresses on with their hands on their knees and their heads down, like good submissive, god-fearing wives. Now the wives were jealous of the offering, craving for their turn to be used by the group. They would no longer be sitting prim and proper, they would be arching their backs as if aching to once again be the center of the group. At first, they were almost thankful to not be the offering, but now they were jealous of her. Especially jealous when a new couple joined the group. The rule was, the new couple makes an offering, before witnessing an offering being made.

Susan was doing the weekly meet and greet after service. She was politely smiling and shaking hands and pulling of the demeanor of a confident and calm woman with applaudable accuracy. Inside of her slender frame, however, was a whirlwind of nervous anxiety. This was her first time being the offering, her husband Joe had just joined the life group in hopes to make friends in the congregation for them both. She was very much against the idea of allowing her body to be used to purify the other men. She was extremely confused as to why her husband would even entertain the thought of it happening let alone getting rock hard in bed as they discussed it.

Susan was a good wife, a devout believer in her faith and a good mother. She was wholesome in every aspect of the word. Joe was the only man she had ever had sex with in her life and she was content to grow old with that being the case. Yet, who was she to argue with gods plan, and to doubt the church's ways of dealing with evil. There were certain things in life a wife must do for her husband and the lord, this was one of them. Sex was nothing she particularly enjoyed, she considered it a task like cleaning the house or making dinner. Just one more thing a good wife does to make her husband happy. It started to make sense, eventually, that the women of the church would gather and take on the chore of pleasing their husbands together. The thought of comradery and bonding with other women made the idea a little less frightening.

Despite any comfort she had, the fear of touching strangers' genitals and being groped was making her want to vomit, jump out of her own skin and vomit again. Somehow, she managed to keep her composure as she walked with purpose across the building until she reached the doorway. Joe was there to greet her. A kiss on the cheek and a soft and sincere I love you in her ear as he closed the door behind her. The metallic click from the lock being applied, was like a gun being fired. She nervously jumped and let out a muffled scream as she covered her face. The men smiled at her. They all had the look of a wild pack of dogs who haven't eaten in days, and here she is, a wounded rabbit, who willing entered the pack and plated herself.

Joe took her by her trembling hand and walked her to the middle of the room. The room was fairly small, there was a square shaped ottoman in the center of the room, on each side of the ottoman there were chairs where the men were sitting, looking hungry, some of them had already taken off their ties and started loosening their belts. There were chairs along the far wall, she recognized the faces of the women glaring at her as if she just stole their parking spot. It made sense they would not be happy to see her; their husbands were going to be pleasuring themselves by using her flesh. Susan made eye contact with Cindy, a friend that she has had over the house many times. They even did the bake sale together every year. Susan gave an apologetic grin in Cindy's direction, only to have Cindy roll her eyes and look away.

"Do you know why you are here?" The male voice was calm and reassuring.

Susan nodded pathetically before fixing her gaze on the ground. She took a deep breath and reminded herself this was just another chore, just another wifely duty that must be done. As she raised her head, she felt two firm yet gentle hands guide her down to her knees, the cool air from the room gave her a chill as her dress was raised above her waist. She felt rugged fingers dancing on her inner thigh and then edge themselves under her panties. The hands on her shoulders both in unison politely slid down her arms to her wrists and raised her hands in different directions. Before she had time to mentally comprehend what was happening, she was holding two erect penises, one in each of her tiny hands. They were different sizes and she felt lost as her mind raced trying to imagine which of the two men she was holding on to. She hadn't realized she had her eyes closed until she felt it bump into her lips and rub against her face. She was frozen, like a deer in headlights. Eyes clamped shut, hands not moving, and mouth closed she started praying that this was just a bad dream.

"We tried being gentle slut!" The sting across her face from the open-handed slap was a shock to say the least. Her mouth flew open as she gasped, but before she could utter a sound the open hole was filled by a man much larger than Joe. The potential gasp from the slap turned into a gag, as the large gentleman reached the back of her throat. She was trying to catch her breath between each thrust as he forcibly tried to get farther and farther down. Her eyes started watering and with all her attention on trying to not be sick she didn't even notice the finger now entering her ass. She clenched her bottom every time she choked and steadily became more and more aware of the intrusion that was going deeper and deeper inside backside.

She could hear voices, she could barely make out what they were saying, it seemed like she was so deep inside herself, inside her own panic, that they sounded miles away. She could understand some of the words, like "so tight" and "not wet yet". Not having the level of focus to concentrate on so many things at once she just let their words and voices blur into a streaming array of white noise. They must have been, at some point, asking her to do something, because she distinctly heard the words "now slut" before the man exited her mouth and she was pushed face down on the ottoman. She was relieved to be able to rest her head and laid with her left ear flat against the cushion, making it twice as hard to hear the words. She barely made out the phrase "virgin ass" when she felt another penis forcing entry into her mouth.

As if on instinct and without lifting her head she opened her mouth and allowed her face to be fucked by a smaller cock. She was relieved at the size, and while thanking the lord for the small favor she felt another finger starting to make its way inside of her ass. It started to feel like the finger before, but quickly got bigger and bigger. Her arms were swiftly snatched up by their wrists and pressed firmly to the small of her back, before she could reach back to stop the intruder. The cock in her mouth was building momentum and her eyes once again started watering. The tension in her butt was almost more than she could bare and right when she was going to scream it started retreating. She internally sighed in relief as she felt him fully exit her backside. He wasn't gone for good, and she knew it. She could feel he was still there, just on the outside of her, hovering. He was erect and barely touching the entrance of her ass with the head of his penis.

The man in her mouth picked up pace, she tried relaxing her jaw. She heard a distant grunt as hot liquid shot to the back of her tongue and filled her mouth. She squinted her eyes and started choking. She was fighting to swallow what she could. She wanted to wipe her mouth but was instantly reminded her arms were pinned behind her back. She had never felt so vulnerable. She started thrashing in protest as thick liquid dripped out of the corner of her mouth.

As she jerked back and forth, she was reminded of the erection that was guarding the entrance of her ass, it slipped inside of her a few times as she tried to break free. Every time it slid into her body, she felt an alarmingly sharp pain, and then it was gone. A sadistic game of cat and mouse was being played as she struggled to break free. Suddenly every nerve in her body was at full attention, every fiber of her physical self was screaming in pain. The large erect cock had slid all the way inside of her, never before penetrated, ass. Muffled voices polluted her exposed right ear, the hands holding her wrists tightened. She tried to scream but the remains of the man who filled her mouth made her gag instead. Tears started flowing down onto the ottoman.

"Relax!" was the only word she could understand, everything else sounded like radio static. She was consumed with pain, as each deliberate thrust was slowly pulled back and just before it exited her completely, it was reversed and pushed back deeper inside. She could feel every inch of his long shaft as it made its way in, and every single nerve was on edge as it smoothly pulled away. The pain became less and less after each thrust and she quickly realized surrender was her only escape. She arched her back slightly and the grip on her wrists let go. She pulled her arms up to her face and buried her head in her forearms as the man inside her ass went deeper.

The laughter and what sounded like cheering were echoing in her brain, as if she was in the laundry room and Joe was watching TV just loud enough for her to faintly hear the commotion. "She's starting to like it" Those words stood out and she started wondering if that were in fact true. There is no way it could be true though, it hurt. Who likes pain? What kind of sick woman enjoys being used to the point of pain? Her inner dialogue was interrupted by the sound of skin slapping together. She could feel his balls colliding into her when he reached his maximum depth. He was fucking her harder than Joe had every fucked her, and he was doing it in her ass!

She felt the hair on her head being pulled firmly, raising her head just enough off her arms for another intruder to place his erect penis inside her mouth. She could still taste the cum from before, mixed with the taste of new skin. In an unconscious effort to avoid being throat fucked again, she started sucking. She moved her head back and forth as best she could, in hopes to avoid him doing the moving for himself. It seemed to be working. She was never fond of doing this with Joe, despite him asking several times a year. She hoped that what little she knew about the deed was enough to save her throat from being abused. She grabbed the shaft with one hand and started pulling him closer to her mouth with each movement of her head. She could feel her saliva lubricating his shaft as she stroked and sucked as best as she could.

To her surprise, she felt almost empty when the man behind her pulled himself completely out. As he sprayed drops of his thick warmth up her back, she felt a strange sense of pride and started sucking the man in her mouth with even more vigor. Then he too pulled away and suddenly she felt needy, she felt empty. She had never experienced this feeling before and all she wanted, all she cared about was getting something, someone inside of her. She did not have to wait long. She was lifted up off the ottoman just enough for Joe to work his way underneath her. Putting his hands behind her neck in that loving way that he did from time to time, she couldn't help but smile. Lost in a sea of confusion and physical desire she allowed herself to be easily hoisted on to his very erect cock.

With her hands on his chest she started rocking back and forth and for the first time realized how wet she had gotten. As she slid over her husband, she felt an explosion of pleasure. She was finally in somewhat of a comfort zone, she could see his handsome face. She stared at him intently as she playfully bounced up and down on him, fully aware of the eyes that were watching the scene unfold. She leaned her head back in pleasure and rolled it to the right to flip her hair out her face, and there it was, inches from her nose, another cock. Without the slightest hesitation she grabbed onto the erect stranger and started devouring him.

Riding the man she loved, while sucking on another man's cock, was a very unexpected pleasure. Her first orgasm was quite noticeable, she flowed all over Joe's midsection and covered the ottoman and floor with her joy. Collapsing onto her husband's chest with little to no energy left at all, she felt someone entering her backside once again. Joe was still 6 inches deep inside her swollen and juicy pussy, she was out of breath and dripping from her first orgasm. She lay there, limp on Joe's hairy chest as the man in her ass started setting the pace. His hands firmly on her hips he started pulling her towards his body while she slid up and down two cocks at once. His grip on her hips would tighten, he would pull towards him, as both men slid deeper inside. At one point the rhythm changed, and the two men were no longer in sync.

As she slid away from the cock in her ass, she slid deeper onto Joe's shaft. She could feel herself gliding away from Joe, as she felt the man in her ass going deeper. It was more than she could handle, it was more than she could take. Her second orgasm came quickly and fiercely. Her body shuttered in Ecstasy as the two men continued to play see-saw inside her. A loud pleasurable moan escaped her lips as her eyes rolled back in her head. Once again, she went limp as the two men continued to gain momentum. Both men began making animal like grunting noises and she knew they were about to fill her with cum. The thought of pleasing both the men at the same time gave her a rush and she too started grunting along, as if in encouragement for their release.

They did not disappoint her, both men shot deep inside her body in both ends simultaneously. She could feel the warmth of their seed and the throbbing of their cocks. She could not help the triumphant wiggle she gave her hips as she shimmied as far down the still firm men as she could manage. She knew at any second they would evacuate, and that empty feeling would return. They did what she feared, and the emptiness once again filled her soul. Luckily it didn't last long. A few muffled voices spoke out and she was abruptly tossed onto her back, with her back side just barely hanging off the ottoman. She was not a very tall woman but somehow her head was barely hanging off the other end. She felt her legs being lifted up and spread as she was entered swiftly once again.

She let her head fall back against the side of the furniture just in time for two hands to cup both of her ears. As the man inside her griped her legs firmly on his shoulders, she could feel him pounding his flesh against hers. The hands covering her ears tightened slightly as she felt the man enter her mouth. He started slowly pushing to her throat then retreating, pushing to her throat then retreating again. Each time he pushed inside of her mouth he would get ever so slightly further, until he was as deep in her throat as he could manage. She could feel the skin on her neck tighten as the bulge of the man became visible to the group.

The men were no where near into any sort of rhythm, their thrusts seemed random and chaotic, she felt like two wild beats were having their way with her. Tears started flowing down her cheeks as her throat became more and more accepting to the man inside. He was holding her head by her ears and using her face and throat as if she was some sort of sex toy. He gained speed and power, her gags were becoming louder, her tears were steady streams. The pleasure from the man fucking her and the discomfort of the one in her throat was confusing and overwhelming. She raised her hands up to try and slow down the now, forceful abuse her throat was taking when he pulled completely out and shot his thick hot essence all over her soaking wet face. Each drop felt like a warm delight as he covered her from her neck to her eyes. The tears on her cheeks mixed with the man's liquid made quite the visual, she didn't care at all anymore, she wanted more!

She raised her head to try and gain some composure, thick white fluid dripping off her nose, just in time to see the man she knew as Randy pulling out of her and spraying himself on her stomach and mound. The sensation of having these men's fluids covering her was enough to bring her to the edge of orgasm. Without any thought, she quickly started rubbing her clit. She once again quickly climaxed and shuttered. She must have had several orgasms that Sunday afternoon, each one more fantastic than the last. By the time the afternoon came to end, she was completely dazed and sore. The couples cleaned and dressed themselves, shook hands and gave polite nods as they flawlessly went back into being "normal" church going people. She lay on the ottoman face down, watching them exit with their wives paying her no mind. She was sticky, still wet, dripping and covered in proof that she fulfilled her duties as the offering. A-men.