Bruce and Melanie decided to attend church with their dear friends, Dave and Rhonda. They met about 8 years ago when Dave and Rhonda first knocked on their door to share the "Good News" of their faith. Bruce and Melanie were not very religious but that didn't keep a warm friendship from developing. Over the years they had received many invitations so they finally thought, "Why not? Let's check it out."

They all sat together near the front of the church. A simple hall that spoke to the simple, no frills nature of the church. Near the end of the service Rhonda invited Melanie to help prepare for the post-service "social." "Okay, I guess," Melanie replied nervously. "Go ahead Honey. Dave and I will meet up with you later," Bruce assured her, while Dave and Rhonda exchanged a knowing glance.

After the service Dave, Bruce, and the rest of the congregation started moving towards the back of the church. To a social hall, Bruce imagined, for some coffee and maybe a piece of cake. Dave whispered to Bruce, "You may want to brace yourself." As the doors swung open Bruce was stunned by the sight before him. Gone was the simplicity of the sanctuary they had just left. Intricately carved woodwork adorned the ceilings and walls. Along the main wall, ten low altars were evenly spaced. On each altar a woman reclined, nude, her wrists and ankles loosely tied to the side.

"You picked a good day to visit, Bruce" Dave said with a smile. "Today is the day we spread the seed of the church." The men of the church were forming lines in front of each woman, waiting for their turns to plant their seed. Bruce took a closer look at the women displayed before him. "Oh my gosh!" Bruce thought, "There's Rhonda, and next to her is Melanie!!"

Bruce's eyes widened in disbelief, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He looked at Dave, then back at the altars, his mind racing. "What the hell is this, Dave?" he hissed, trying to keep his voice down. Dave just gave him a reassuring smile, "It's part of our faith, Bruce. A sacred rite. The women have volunteered, it's their duty to bear the seed of the church. And for guests like Melanie, some tea laced with a sedative and a strong aphrodisiac usually does the trick." Bruce felt a sickening mix of anger and arousal. His wife, Melanie, lay there, her eyes closed, her breath steady, completely unaware of the turmoil inside him and what was about to happen to her.

Bruce took a step forward, his body moving on autopilot. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, but he also couldn't deny the primal urge that was coursing through his veins. Bruce had long lusted for Rhonda. The thought of having her was driving him wild. But there was Melanie, about to be fucked by who knows how many men. Dave nudged him fowards. "Go on, Bruce," he whispered, "It's time to plant your seed. Pick a line." Bruce looked at Melanie, her freckles standing out against her pale skin, her auburn hair fanned out around her. He felt a surge of protectiveness, but also a dark, forbidden desire. He stepped into Rhonda's line behind two other men, his body aching with anticipation, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts.

Bruce waited his turn. behind the two other men in Rhonda's line, his eyes flicking from her to Melanie and back. Each glance at his wife, so vulnerable and unaware, sent a jolt of protective outrage through him, yet the sight of Rhonda, her golden hair cascading over the edge of the altar, her legs parted by the binds holding her ankles, stirred a dark hunger within him. He could see the outline of her sex, her pink lips glistening with anticipation, and he felt a sickening twist of excitement as the first man in line started pushing his cock into her. He was here to fuck Rhonda, his best friend's wife, while his own wife was being passed around like a sacrifice in some perverse ritual.

A tall black gentleman stepped up to Melanie's altar with a predatory hunger in his eyes, his hands tracing the curve of her body, making Bruce clench his fists. He could see Melanie's chest rising and falling, her breath coming in shallow gasps, the aphrodisiac and sedative coursing through her veins. The man leaned down, his mouth finding Melanie's neck, his hands cupping her breasts. Bruce watched, his heart pounding in his chest, as Melanie's body responded, her nipples hardening, her hips arching slightly. A surge of possessiveness washed over him, but it was mingled with a perverse excitement. He was going to watch his wife get fucked, and then he was going to fuck Rhonda. It was wrong, it was taboo, but his body was reacting, his cock hardening in his pants. He was a part of this now, willingly or not, and he knew there was no turning back.

Bruce watched, his breath ragged, as the man before Melanie unbuckled his pants, his massive cock springing free. Melanie's eyes fluttered open, and she began to take in her surroundings. She was bound and naked! She saw Rhonda next to her, also bound, a man she didn’t recognize pounding his cock into her!! Her gaze landed on the enormous cock in front of her and her lips parted in a silent 'O' of surprise. She was trying to discern through a fog what was happening here but was overcome with a sense of arousal that could not be denied. Bruce could see the trepidation in her eyes, but also a spark of desire, of anticipation. The man, with an eager grin, grabbed Melanie's hips, positioning himself at her entrance. Bruce's heart pounded in his chest, his body tensing as he braced himself for what was about to happen. He could see Melanie's body tensing as well, her legs trying to close, but the restraints held her in place.

Melanie looked up, her eyes meeting Bruce's. He could see the question in them, the fear, the uncertainty. "Will it fit?" her eyes seemed to ask. Bruce felt a surge of protectiveness, of love, but also a dark excitement. He nodded, his voice hoarse as he said, "Yes, it will." He wanted to tell her it was going to be okay, that he was here, that he was a part of this now, but the words caught in his throat. He watched, his heart in his mouth, as the man began to push into Melanie, her body stretching to accommodate him. Her eyes widened, her back arching, a gasp escaping her lips. Bruce felt a jolt of arousal, a dark thrill running through him as he watched his wife being filled, inch by inch, by another man's cock. He was no longer just a witness, he was a participant, and he knew there was no going back.

Melanie's breath came in short, sharp gasps as the man began to move, his hips rolling, his cock sliding in and out of her. Bruce could see the ebb and flow of her body, her skin flushed, her nipples hard. She was responding, her body betraying her, the aphrodisiac in her system heightening her senses, her desire. Bruce looked down at Rhonda, her body laid out like a feast before him. It was his "turn." Her pussy lips were open, cum from her two previous encounters dripping onto the altar. He could see her watching him, her eyes filled with a hunger that matched his own. He felt a surge of power, of control, and it only added to his arousal. He was going to fuck Rhonda, his best friend's wife, while his own wife was being fucked by another man. It was wrong, it was taboo, but it was also the most erotic, the most exhilarating thing he had ever experienced. He couldn't wait to thrust his cock into Rhonda, his body aching with anticipation, his mind filled with dark, forbidden thoughts.

Bruce watched, his heart pounding like a drum, as the man fucking his wife increased his pace, his hips slapping against her thighs, his cock driving into her with a relentless rhythm. Melanie's breath came in short, sharp cries, her body shuddering with each thrust. Bruce could see the pleasure building in her, her eyes glazed over, her mouth open in a silent scream. He knew she was close, her body tensing, her nails digging into her palms. He felt a surge of pride, of possession, as he realized he was the only one who truly understood her, who knew her body's secrets. He was her husband, her lover, and he was here, witnessing her first time with another man, her first time being used like this.

Just as Melanie's body convulsed, her back arching, a scream tearing from her throat, Bruce stepped up to Rhonda's altar. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the anticipation, the desire. He could also see the slight tremor in her body, the nervousness, the uncertainty. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock hard, ready. He looked into her eyes, a silent question, a silent request for permission. Rhonda nodded, her eyes never leaving his, and Bruce began to push into her, her body opening for him, welcoming him in. He could feel her tightness, her heat, and he knew he was exactly where he was meant to be. He began to move, his hips rolling, his cock sliding in and out of her, his body aching with pleasure, his mind filled with dark, forbidden thoughts. He was fucking Rhonda, his best friend's wife, while his own wife lay on an altar nearby, her body still trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm, her eyes watching him, watching them, with a mix of shock, arousal, and love. Her attention was then diverted to the next of several men lined up to fuck her. Her head rolled back as she wondered how much she could take. It was wrong, it was taboo, but it was also the most exhilarating, the most erotic thing she had ever experienced.

Bruce's grip on Rhonda's hips tightened as he thrust deeper, his rhythm matching the primal beat that pulsed through the room as each woman submitted to her third or fourth fuck of the hour. His eyes locked onto hers, their breaths mingling in ragged gasps, and he felt it, the undeniable connection that transcended the taboo nature of their act. Rhonda's body responded to his, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her eyes never leaving his. He could feel her tightening around him, her body ripe and ready, and he knew she was close. He leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a desperate, hungry kiss, his tongue exploring, tasting, claiming. It was in that moment, with Rhonda's legs spreading wider to accept him, that Bruce felt the first wave of his orgasm hit him. He pulled back, his eyes meeting Rhonda's, and with a guttural groan, he began to spill into her, his cock pulsing, his body shuddering, their eyes locked in a moment of shared ecstasy.

Meanwhile, Dave, having watched Bruce and Rhonda's passionate exchange, took his turn with Melanie. Her body was damp with sweat, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She had been fucked by three men already, her body used, her senses overwhelmed, yet Dave could see the spark of arousal still burning in her eyes. He stepped up to her altar, his cock hard and ready, a dark hunger in his eyes. "Dave, no," Melanie whispered, her voice hoarse, her body trembling. But Dave just smiled, a cruel, possessive smile, and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "It's your duty, Melanie," he said, his voice low, commanding. "You're here to serve the church, to bear its seed." And with that, he pushed into her, her body still sensitive, still sore, but responding nonetheless. Melanie cried out, her body arching, her eyes meeting Bruce's as he lie with Rhonda, his cock still throbbing inside her. Bruce watched, his heart pounding, as Dave began to fuck his wife, his best friend, his body still shuddering from his own orgasm, his mind a whirlwind of dark, forbidden thoughts. He had just cum inside Rhonda, his best friend's wife, and now he was watching his own wife get fucked by that same friend. It was wrong, it was taboo, but it was also the most exhilarating, the most erotic thing they had ever experienced.

Bruce's body shuddered with the final waves of his orgasm, his cock pulsing deep inside Rhonda. He leaned down, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling in ragged gasps. As they came down from their shared high, they both turned their heads to look at Melanie. Dave was now between her legs, his hips moving with a steady rhythm, his hands gripping her thighs. Melanie's body was limp, her eyes closed, but her breath hitched with each of Dave's thrusts, betraying her lingering sensitivity and arousal. Bruce felt a pang of guilt mixed with a dark thrill. He had just cum inside Rhonda, his best friend's wife, while watching his own wife being passed around like a sacrifice. The taboo nature of their actions sent a fresh surge of blood to his cock, still buried inside Rhonda.

Rhonda, as if reading his mind, gave him a knowing smile, her pussy still clenching his cock. "Look at her, Bruce," she whispered, her voice husky from their lovemaking. "She's beautiful, isn't she? The way she responds, even now, so exhausted, so used." Bruce nodded, his eyes locked onto Melanie's body. Dave was fucking her with a relentless pace now, his body slapping against hers, his cock driving into her with a primal hunger. Melanie's body was covered in a sheen of sweat, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her nipples hard and elongated. Bruce could see the fine tremors running through her body, the signs of another orgasm building. He felt a surge of possessiveness, of pride, that even after everything, his wife's body was still responding, still craving more. He looked down at Rhonda, her eyes filled with the same dark hunger, the same excitement, and he knew they were both witnessing something profound, something forbidden, something they would never forget.

The Seed of the Church