by Jason Lenov
“I think…I think that will be just fine. No. Sam didn’t say anything. But I think it’s simply a social club.”
Faith seemed skeptical. “Who else will be there?” she asked, walking around the table and collecting her things into her purse. Wallet, sunglasses, lipstick.
“He didn’t say. Some of the other men from the church. I suppose some of the women, too. Some sort of initiation ceremony.”
“You didn’t say anything about that,” Faith remarked. The information had seemed to pique her interest. “Initiation? Like a secret club?” Her eyes brightened and a smile stretched her mouth.
“I’m sure it’s as ordinary as can be,” I replied.
“Alright. But why?”
“Why? Why what?”
“Why and initiation ceremony?” Faith probed.
I’d avoided the question the day before when I returned and had managed to avoid it all of that day, too though she had been hounding me about my conversation with Sam ever since I returned. I could barely look her in the eye. “I…I spoke with him yesterday.”
“Yes I know you did! And you won’t tell me what about!” She said it playfully but there was a tension in her voice because she was dying to know.
“I…oh, Faith,” I sighed.
“What is it William?” she asked, stepping closer and taking my hand in hers.
“I asked him, Faith.”
“Asked him what?”
“I asked him to…to defile you. Fully. Well, he said it first.”
“He did?” She was a little more breathless now. More excited.
“He did. He seemed to know you were expecting a more…intimate, he called it, experience.”
Faith squeezed my hand, though I don’t think she did it willingly. “And what did you say?”
I hung my head. “I said yes.”
Faith took a deep breath. It seemed like she could barely contain her excitement. “But William, what does any of that have to do with this ceremony?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. He said that they were all very accepting here in Scramonston. Of any lifestyle.” I looked up into her eyes. “That’s not what we’re doing, though, is it Faith? This is not a lifestyle? We’re just…we’re just trying things out, right?”
Faith smiled her beautiful, warm, comforting smile and touched a hand to my cheek. “Of course, William. I just want to do what will make you happy.”
What a faithful and reassuring woman I’d married. I said a quick prayer of thanks. “Very well. Then let’s get going. We don’t want to be late.”
Faith, suddenly much giddier, skipped down the hall and out the door. She was waiting in the car by the time I got outside.
The air had already begun to cool as the sun had set a half-hour ago or so. We made the quick drive to the church in silence save for Faith humming every now and again. When we arrived the parking lot was filled with cars. The lights were all off upstairs but there was light coming from one of the small windows that led to the basement.
Faith and I got out of the car, walked across the dusty parking lot and up the church steps. Once inside, we made our way to the stairs. Just as we were about to walk downstairs, Sam came up. He greeted us with a wide smile.
“There you are! We were wondering if you were going to make it!” he said.
Faith immediately became more excited. She let go of my arm and moved closer to Sam, as a moth might get drawn to a flame. She smiled up into his dark eyes.
Of course it hardened me to see her this way. I tried my best to ignore the feeling. That wasn’t what we were there for, after all. But I could not chase the images of their depravity out of my head. In my imagination, Faith sank to her knees as Sam presented her with his massive column of flesh and she sucked it into her mouth.
To my great surprise one of the other wives, a woman whose name I could not remember, emerged from behind Sam, having quietly climbed the stairs.
I had begun to notice that most of the women in the parish shared a certain set of features. They were all blonde, for the most part, had lovely sparkling eyes and voluptuous curves. I did feel some guilt at paying attention to women other than my wife but the resemblances were uncanny and difficult to ignore.
“Reverend, this is Lucy Smith. You’ve greeted her after service, I’m sure,” Sam explained.
Lucy extended a hand and smiled widely at me.
I shook it and she turned her attention to Faith.
Sam turned to Faith as well to speak but not before giving her a once over with his eyes and smiling. “Faith, why don’t you go downstairs with Lucy. Some of the other wives are down there and you can all have a nice chat before we begin. The Reverend and I have a few things we need to talk about.”
Faith nodded obediently and took Lucy’s outstretched hand. I could tell she was a little disappointed at having to stray further from Sam but she seemed interested to meet the other wives. Together with Lucy they descended the stairs.
Sam took me by the arm and we followed the two of them down.
Lucy and Faith disappeared into one of the small rooms off the main corridor. Sam walked me into the bowels of the building and opened a door with a small key, the sort that one would expect to open a very old door.
As soon as we stepped inside I got an odd feeling about the place. The walls were heavily padded and there was a single chair in the center of the room but nothing in front of it. It was only once my eyes had adjusted to the darkness that I realized there was a curtain there covering a pane of glass.
“Sam?” I asked, looking sideways at him, “What is this place?”
Sam shot me a quick smile before closing the door and making sure it was locked. He led me over to the chair and I will say made me sit down because there could not be any doubt that that is what he required of me.
It was all a little confusing and unsettling but I was sure that Sam would explain in good time.
Sam walked around in front of me, standing between me and the curtain and folded his hands across his broad chest. “Reverend,” he began. “As I mentioned in my office, we are all inclusive folks here at Scramonston. We believe that everyone expresses their love of life differently and that none should be judged.”
I wiggled in my seat. He was really boring into me with his eyes and I found his gaze nearly to much to bear. “I recall that you mentioned that.”
“Good. What you are about to see, Reverend, is just another iteration, another manifestation of the way we can love each other and share our love for God. But I warn you, Reverend, you must have an open mind.”
The unsettled feeling crept into my mind. His words were kind and generous but the way in which he spoke them was quite…insistent. “I try to have an open mind in everything I do, Sam,” I explained.
Sam nodded. “Good. That’s very good. Then allow me to present you with our little arrangement.” Sam turned and swept away the curtain covering the pane of glass. The room was bathed in yellow light.
I gasped and clutched the arms of my chair.
In front of me, on full display, was one of the women I recognized from the congregation. She was lying on her back, on a bench that kept her at forty-five degrees. Her ankles and wrists had been spread and cuffed to the frame of the bench so that her breasts and pussy were completely exposed.
As with most of the other women, she was blonde with full breasts and a shapely body. Her pussy had been shaved to reveal a perfect cleft of flesh. A ripe peach ready to be plucked.
Of course I immediately averted my eyes. “Sam! What in the name of…”
Sam’s heavy hand descended on my shoulder stopping me in mid-sentence. Somehow the weigh of it implied that I should be silent. “Now Reverend, please remember that you agreed you would have an open mind.”
I tried to swallow away the dryness that had gripped my throat and mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I glanced back at the scene before me.
The woman seemed unperturbed by her predicament. Quite the oppos
ite, she seemed quite excited.
“What is the meaning of this?” I snapped, turning to Sam.
“That is Gloria,” Sam explained. “You might not recognize her because she hasn’t attended our church yet.”
I shook my head, unable to believe what I was witnessing. “Then why is she here? What on earth is going on?!?” I was starting to grow panicked. I wondered where Faith was and if she could see the same thing I could.
Sam kneaded my shoulder with his strong paw and strangely, it calmed me down.
“Gloria…has only recently been accepted into our circle,” Sam explained.
For a moment my heart sank and my breathing stopped. I stared at the woman that lay spread eagle before me and couldn’t control my eyes from drinking in the sight of her forbidden flesh. “You mean…”
“This is our little ceremony that I spoke to you about, Reverend,” Sam said, his voice soothing and calm.
Confusion rolled into anger which rolled into lust inside me but I stayed sitting on the chair, riveted by what I was seeing. “What’s going to happen to her?” I asked. I turned and looked up at Sam.
He looked down at me and smiled. “That’s why you’re here, Reverend. So you can watch.”
Chapter 15
I shook my head but turned to stare at the blonde woman again. A door opened behind her. A man stepped into the room, his head bowed. He was completely naked. I turned my head to look at Sam, desperate for an explanation.
He stared through the glass and a smile began to form on his lips.
I couldn’t resist. I had to know. “Who is that? Who is that man?”
Sam didn’t take his eyes off the scene ahead. “That is Gloria’s husband.”
My eyes went wide as I watched him approach her from behind and take her hands in his. “What’s he doing?” I whispered.
“He’s getting ready.”
“Getting ready? Ready for what?!?” My voice was tight. My throat had a bulge in it and my insides were tossing and twisting like they never had before.
Sam smiled a little wider. “He’s getting ready to give her away.”
Suddenly the man stepped around from behind the scaffolding and came to stand next to his wife. She turned to look at him as he stared into her eyes, his expression pained.
Gloria smiled and shook her head. I saw her mouth the words “It’s alright.” I believe that if she could have lifted her hand she would have comforted him with a touch on his cheek. She spoke again but the pane of glass must have been too thick to allow any sound to pass. “It’s going to be okay.”
The man was breathing heavily. His shoulders slumped. His head hung low. He trudged back into position and took his wife’s hands again. The despair in his eyes shook me out of my stupor.
“What is this?!?” I hissed. “This is an abomination!”
Sam scowled. He looked at me with a very disapproving stare. “Now, Reverend. I thought you were going to keep an open mind,” he said.
I looked back at the man and his wife and the strange ritual that was unfolding before my eyes. “I am the first to keep an open mind but…just look at him! He’s miserable!”
Sam shook his head. “Are you telling me that you don’t feel any conflicting emotions about sharing your Faith?”
The question caught me off guard and threw me off balance.
Sharing my Faith.
Somehow, Sam seemed to have the precise words for what I longed to do. I shivered at how intimately he understood my desire and how he could enunciate it like even I could not. A long silence filled the room. “How do you know this about me?” I whispered.
Sam smiled. “The Lord works in mysterious ways, Reverend, does he not? You have a way about you. There is a type.”
A type? A type of what?
“You see, Gloria’s husband Jude and I struck a bargain.”
“A bar…a bargain?” I stammered, unable to take my eyes off the lurid scene in front of me.
“Yes. He’s just like you. He wanted to see his wife with another man. Another big, black man. So I granted him his wish. In exchange he agreed that she could be a part of our little ceremony.”
I shuddered at the thought but it occurred to me that this was most likely the reason I had been brought here. A wave of shame passed through me at how my cock hardened.
“There is one other condition that Jude had to agree to,” Sam explained.
I turned to look at him again.
His smile had turned sinister, the corners of his mouth poking up. “He agreed that Gloria would be bare.”
A shudder raced down my back as I turned to look at Gloria and Jude standing behind her.
Dark shapes emerged from the shadow covered in black cloaks, their heads turned down. One by one they removed their hoods revealing men I recognized from my own congregation.
Sam reached over to the wall and flicked a switch. A speaker turned on inside the room allowing the sounds from the other side of the glass in so we could hear.
The men had all begun to hum.
“Now what?” I whispered, breathless, desperate for an explanation of what I was witnessing.
Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Now, Reverend, you will witness one of our oldest rituals. Did you know that the parish here in Scramonston dates back to the early seventeen hundreds? It has quite a storied history.”
“I did not know that,” I conceded.
“There have been times of up and down but our mission has always been one of love. There is too much division in this world, too much distrust and doubt. What if we lived in a world where there was no black or white but something in between? What if we all joined and erased those lines that divide? Brought humanity together as one?”
As the humming on the other side stopped, the pieces began to fall into place in my mind.
The black men with their white women all around Scramonston.
The mocha-colored children that I saw running around the restaurant.
The strange ceremony in front of me.
Terror gripped me as I turned slowly to look into Sam’s eyes. I glanced back at Jude and Gloria. He was almost certainly about to watch his wife inseminated by the circle.
Sam remained calm. “Coitus sanctus, William. We are here on a mission. To unify. To heal the rift between our races through this sacred act.”
I turned slowly back to the glass. In the order they’d removed their black hoods, the men began to shrug off their robes one by one.
One by one their hard cocks were revealed, each one a rigid staff of flesh. The men took themselves in hand and began to stroke their dicks.
In the center of the circle, Gloria began to wiggle and writhe. Her pussy was already leaking clear juice as her body prepared to be invaded.
“The seeding circle,” Sam whispered. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
I glanced up at her husband standing behind her and the expression on his face sent a shock wave racing through me. The doubt and distress that had clouded it before. He looked almost as elated as Gloria did.
He stared at their hard members and I had no doubt that he, himself was becoming stiff. I saw him squeeze her hands.
Gloria stared down her body as the first man took his place between her legs.
I could not believe that such a thing was happening inside of my church.
Her first lover stepped forward and plowed his seeding muscle into her, splitting her pretty peach of a pussy.
Gloria bucked against her restraints. Her mouth fell open and a long, low moan came from her mouth as her pussy was stretched.
As the man between her legs began to thrust the whole bench and scaffolding began to rattle and shake. His emission came quickly and with a rough grunt as he slammed his cock fully into her sheath to deliver his potent load.
One by one the men took turns stepping between her legs and pressing their hard cocks into her now overflowing cunt.
I confess that I could not tear my eyes away from the scene. But a
s it went on, as each one of them took her, the seed of a thought sprouted inside my mind and grew into a flower.
This was what Sam was asking me to do. This was the ceremony he expected me to partake in. To bring Faith to this…this seeding circle and offer her to them. Bare.
I will confess also that the idea of it made me so hard.
But I could not. Could I? Would I really subject my angel to their rough advances? Would I lay her bare and open her flower and let them fill it, risking her unprotected womb to fulfill my sordid fantasy? Surely even in my depravity I would not bend to doing such a thing, to sharing my wife with so many men?
Would I?
By the time it was done, I was a shaking, sweating, panting mess. My cock was hard and I had gripped the arms of the chair so tightly that my knuckles had turned white.
Sam reached out, turned off the speaker and closed the curtain.
And just before he did I laid eyes on Gloria’s deflowered pussy drooling hot white seed onto the bench and floor.
Sam turned to me in the darkness and smiled. “So you see, William, that is what our little ceremony is about.”
I could not utter a single word except her name. “Faith.” Then more words came. “Where is Faith? Where is she?”
Sam’s smile tightened, as if he had expected me to say something different. As if he had been ready for my agreement. Perhaps he had seen my member straining between my legs. Perhaps he thought it was a done deal.
“You will see her shortly. But, William, it’s important that I have your blessing. I know you want to watch me with your wife. You must agree to our little bargain, then.”
“Bargain?” I asked. I felt frozen in place.
“Will you bring her to the seeding circle when it’s time, William?”
My mind was reeling. I had no idea what to say. Did I want to see my Faith defiled by Sam’s thick cock? Of course I did. But could I give her to these men in exchange, the same way Gloria had been given? “I…I don’t know.”
The smile left his mouth and Sam let out a disapproving sigh. “I thought you’d keep an open mind. No matter. Go home. Go home with your wife. You can decide tomorrow. Or the next day.” He walked behind me and I heard the door open. The room flooded with sounds from the corridor outside.
