Robin Prepares an Offering. And Learns Something about Herself. (Tales of a Church Harem | NSFW or Church)

The banana bread from Fellowship was still cooling on the counter downstairs as Marcy was on all fours on our bed, face down, ass up. Trembling.

My wife, Robin, knelt behind her, fully clothed, rolling up her sleeves like she was about to do dishes. She looked at me over her shoulder.

“Get the oil from the nightstand. And take your pants off. You’re going to need to be ready.”

I did what I was told. My cock was already hard, bobbing as I moved. Robin took the bottle from my hand without looking, her eyes fixed on Marcy’s ass.

“God, look at you,” she murmured. Her hand traced down Marcy’s spine, over the curve of her lower back, and came to rest on one perfect cheek. She squeezed. Marcy whimpered into the pillow.

“Has anyone ever touched you here, Marcy?” Robin’s thumb traced the crack, slow and deliberately. “Has Darryl ever spread you open and looked at this tight little hole?”

Marcy shook her head. Her voice was muffled. “No. Never.”

“I didn’t think so.” Robin spread her cheeks apart with both hands. I could see everything. Marcy’s pussy, already wet and swollen. And above it, that tiny pink pucker, clenched tight, untouched.

Robin leaned in and spit directly onto it.

Marcy gasped. Her whole body jerked.

“Shh,” Robin said. “I’m just getting you ready for my husband.” She rubbed the spit in with her thumb, circling and pressing gently. “He’s going to fuck this hole tonight, Marcy. He’s going to stretch it open and fill it with cum. But first, I need to make sure you can take him.”

She spit again. Thicker this time. Let it drool down from her lips and pool in that tight little valley. Then she pressed her thumb inside.

Marcy cried out... but not in pain.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Robin said, her thumb sinking to the first knuckle. “You’re so tight. So fucking tight. But you want this, don’t you? You want to give Mark something Darryl’s never had.”

“Yes,” Marcy whimpered. “Yes, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please... open me up. Get me ready for him.”

Robin smiled at me. Her thumb twisted, pressed deeper. Marcy moaned into the mattress.

“Mark, come here. Get behind me. I want you to watch this.”

I moved closer. My cock was inches from Robin’s shoulder. She reached back without looking and wrapped her fingers around me, stroking lazily while her other hand worked Marcy’s ass.

“Oh, he is so hard already, Marcy! He’s leaking already. He can’t wait to get inside you.”She pulled her thumb out with a little flip, and Marcy whimpered at the emptiness. “But you’re not even close to ready yet.”

Robin drizzled oil onto her fingers. Two of them this time. She pressed them against Marcy’s hole and pushed.

“Oh fuck,” Marcy gasped. “Oh fuck, oh fuck...”

“That’s it. Let me in there, Marcy.” Robin’s fingers sank in to the second knuckle, then deeper. She scissored them apart, stretching. “You’re going to be so good for him. Such a good little anal slut for my husband.”

Marcy moaned. Something had shifted in her. Her hips were pushing back now, trying to take more.

“Oh!” Robin smiled with the realization. “You like being called a slut. Look at you, pushing your ass onto my fingers. You’re desperate for it.”

“I... I didn’t know,” Marcy panted. “I didn’t know I wanted...”

“Wanted what? Say it.” I’d never seen this side of Robin.

“I want to be... I want to be your slut. Both of you. I want you to use me. Use my asshole!”

Robin pulled her fingers out and grabbed my cock. She stroked it hard, twice, three times, coating it with the oil from her hand. Then she guided me forward.

“You hear that, Mark? She wants to be used.” She pressed my head against Marcy’s asshole, swirled it around the loosened ring. “She’s been a good church wife for years, and all she really wanted was to get her ass wrecked by someone else’s husband.”

Marcy sobbed. Her ass pushed back against me. I could feel her trying to take me in, her hole kissing my tip.

Robin spit on my shaft. Let it drip down onto Marcy. Then she leaned in close to Marcy’s ear.

“Is that what you’ve been doing, Marcy? Sitting on the hard pew every Sunday, staring at the back of my husband’s head? Praying for his cock? ‘Please, God, please let Mark fuck my little asshole open!”

“Please,” Marcy whimpered immediately. “Please, Mark. Please fuck my ass open. I need it. I’ve never... please. Stretch me open. Use me. I want to be your anal whore!”

Robin looked up at me. “You heard her, dear.”

I pushed.

My head popped past that tight ring and it seemed to clamp shut, locking me in. Marcy howled like a wolf in heat. There was no way I could pull back, even if I wanted. And her whole body shook as I sank into her ass gripping me so tight I wondered if a cock could pop.

“That’s it,” Robin murmured, her hand wrapped around Marcy’s hip, thumb pressing into her soft cheek. “Take all of him. Every inch. You’re doing so good, baby. You’re such a good little ass slut.”

“Oh god,” Marcy was babbling, “oh god oh god oh god I’m so full, I’m so fucking full, I can feel him in my stomach, oh god...”

I bottomed out. My balls pressed against her dripping pussy. I held still there, letting her adjust, feeling her pulse around me. My ears were ringing.

Robin reached underneath and found Marcy’s clit. Started rubbing it gently, teasing. Who was this woman, directing us through this dance?

“Now, Marl... Fuck her. Fuck her ass. Because you own it now. Doesn’t he, Marcy? This hole is now yours.”

I pulled back and thrust. Marcy wailed.

“Yes! Fuck! Yes! It’s yours! Please, harder!”

I gave her harder. I grabbed her hips and started pounding, my balls slapping against her cunt, her ass rippling every time I slammed down. The sounds were of another world. Not like fucking her pussy. Her moans turning into screams.

Robin was relentless on her clit. “You love this, don’t you? You love getting your ass destroyed while I play with your pussy. You’re going to cum from anal, aren’t you? You’re going to cum like the desperate little anal whoere you are.”

“I’m going to cum,” Marcy sobbed. “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, oh fuck, oh fuck, ROBIN, I’M CUMMING!”

Her ass clamped down on me so hard I saw stars. Her whole body convulsed, her pussy gushing onto Robin’s hand, her screams muffled as she bit the pillow. I felt her ripple around my cock, squeezing, pulsing.

Robin looked up at me, her hand soaked, grinning. “Fill her up. Give her everything.”

I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to.

I slammed in one last time and exploded. The first shot felt like it came from my spine. I groaned, grabbing Marcy’s hips, holding her against me as I pumped into her ass. It just kept coming. Five pulses. Six. Seven. I was emptying a world of something into her, and she was moaning with every shot, feeling it fill her up.

When I finally pulled out, I kept dripping. Her ass gaped for a second before clenching, trying to hold it in. But there was too much. Cum leaked out of her, dripping down over her pussy, pooling on the sheets.

Robin leaned in and licked it. One long stripe up Marcy’s cunt, over her weeping hole, collecting everything.

She swallowed and smiled up at me.

Marcy hadn’t moved. She was still face-down, ass up, trembling, leaking, making soft little sounds that might have been sobs or laughs or both.

Robin kissed her lower back. Then her hip. Then she climbed up beside her and brushed the hair from her face, and wrapping herself about her tenderly.

“Oh... you are wonderful, Marcy... such a good little ass slut. How do you feel?”

Marcy’s voice was weak. Barely a whisper.

“I feel... I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for that.”

Robin smiled and kissed her forehead.

“Welcome to our church, baby.”