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"Do you willing offer your womb as sacrifice Misses Betencourt?"

"Yes I do," responded Margaret thinking that a douching with the Gourd was the intention.

"She offers herself willing my dear lord, may the love of the congregation return to her through the Blessing of her womb." She then Inserted the Gourd and slowly poured in the Herbal solution as Margaret wisely folded up her legs, Sister Anna then caught the returning solution streaming out of her pussy in a pan.

"Cleanse be thy womb, cleanse be thy womb, gracious mercy cleanse be thy womb." Mesmerized by the sensuous ritual I hardly noticed that Pastor Anthony open the room door and motioned in the flock of male members who had been praying in the pews. They walked in slowly dressed in White long robes they spoke not a word but respectfully and silently assembled all around the room.

The Pastor then spoke "Dear Brothers, we are gathered here this evening to right a wrong. Mr. and Mrs. Betencourt have complied with the necessary requirements to redeem themselves. They have cleansed themselves spiritually and She has purified her Womb, and offered it as a sacrifice to the congregation."

With that said in an authoritative way, I now began to have a morbid fear and sinking suspicion that the worse was yet to come "Oh why did I not read and examine that dam gray book loaned to me," I silently cried. "Sister Anna would you please commence the blessing and purification of the brothers vessels?" Pastor Anthony instructed. "Yes Pastor, I accept the responsibility," humbly replied Anna.

"Please open you Robes and take the stance," she asked as they opened their robes revealing their collective dangling manhood, the brothers taking a slightly open stance to let their manhood and testicles hang free.

"Blessed thy seed, thy pure, and clean seed that travels on a pure white river of oil, blessed be thy vessels that keep the seed safe from corruption, blessed be thy manhood that delivers thy seed to its rightful place."

Softly flogging the Penises' with Licorice weed and enveloping them in sacred incense and rolling their testicles in her old shriveled hands wet with the herbal potion. A drop of pre-cum appeared on several cocks but Sister Anna did not burn them instead she expediently caught it on a mint leaf and licked it up with her long tongue.

I felt a shiver of jealousy; here she was blessing their cocks and their seed while I, her husband had mine condemned and burned. My deepest fear and suspicion was now confirmed every thing is clear now while sitting here in this chair I am about to witness twenty-six not including the Pastor, bless my wife's womb sort of speaking, with their seed. All the while I am punished having to endure this, and while Margaret sacrifices her womb to the congregation. How absurd, but then apathy set in thanks to the dreamy Tea potion that Sister Anna prepared.

The Pastor then walked in; dressed in a white Robe and he too was blessed. Pastor Anthony possessed a long and vascular menacing man-muscle, a fearsome sight to behold. The others some were short stubby and some were long and virile, some were circumcised and others were not, the variety was all there hanging holding back their seed until the appropriate time. All standing silently proud of their virile manhood exposed; hands respectfully held behind them aware that they can't touch nor scratch their now purified genitalia.

Gazing over to Margaret, she was quietly observing, and savoring all the hanging Cocks, I notice she now was holding her thighs together in and inconspicuous excitement as to whom she was going have first, so much so that her vagina was now sopping wet. I was now also getting excited at the religiously erotic sight.

The lights were dimmed and the Pastor now stood before Sister Anna his wife, she then held his Penis like you would hold a small kitten, she started petting the larger than life circumcised Phallus. "Blessed be thy manhood and vessels, go therefore and punish thee ten times and pour out your sacred living oil and Bless her womb."

With those words the Pastor approached the bed and spread out his large white robe over my Wife and knelt over her taking a hold of her as she lay on the bed with her pelvis raised on top the cushioned altar, offering her womb, her pussy in sacrifice. I could not see anything due to the spread out white robe, all I could see was the Pastor's rear body form as he accommodated his position to enter her. A swishing and smacking sound as if somebody was eating candy was heard emanating from under the robe, the unmistakable sound of sexual intercourse being initiated.

Finally the Pastor was at rest between my Wife legs obviously his Cock was buried deeply into my Wife's vagina. Slowly Sister Anna patted the Pastor on the outline of his rump over his robe and commenced a prayer like chant, "Punish her. Punish her. Punish her hard for bearing bad seed. Punish her hard for accepting bad seed. Punish her hard for giving birth to bad seed. Punish her hard for accepting a manhood spewing bad seed. Punish her hard for accepting seed from bad Vessels. Punish her for not rejecting bad seed. Punish her hard for enjoying the forbidden fruit. Punish her hard. Bless thee my Son; Bless thee with all your strength with all your might with all your life force. Pour our the sacred living oil contained in your purified Vessels and bathe her Womb in Blessed delight that she may know the joy of life giving oil and conceive a child according to your will. Blessed be, blessed be, blessed be thee."

Anna finished prayerful chant as Pastor Anthony let out a sigh of relief as his body fell limp motionless in exhaustion at the end ten inward strokes ending in a an emotional orgasm having spewed out his sperm in my wife's womb. I was proud of my wife in my dreamy stupor influenced by the special tea, and in admiration of the Pastor's discipline in following Sister Anna's praying chant to the letter.

I have now come to understand that the "Ten Punishments" were the "Punishments," in the gray book, each punishment was a coitus in stroke and the blessings were the spewing of semen into my Wife's womb. "Eih, Gawd. What just happen here? Conceive a child? What the h---" my vulgar conscience questions me, "my wife just got balled by our Preacher's Ten inch Cock! Oh my Gawd!"

I began to ache inside and tremble; I motioned Sister Anna for more of that soothing tea. "From the looks of it there are twenty six more cocks to follow!" I took a long swig of Sister Anna's herbal sedative.

There was no doubt in my mind that she could take them or even twenty more if need be, but those were a lot men!

The Pastor then made short speech "Mrs. Betencourt and Mr. Betencourt have just proven to be of humble heart. She has so far accepted her cleansing, punishment and blessing, as Pastor I would like to extend her a small privilege during this ceremony, that is if the congregation approves."

Everybody across the room nodded in approval. "Very well, if there are no objections? Very well then I will extend to Mrs. Betencourt the privilege of choosing her first three Blessings of the twenty three that are to follow."

The stocks were release from her wrist at the headboard and Margaret alighted from the great cushion altar, then she laid on her left side gazing at the brothers standing silently proud displaying their phalluses some hanging other semi-erect. As she rested on her left side, I had a full view of her derriŠre and pussy cunt wet with her own hot juices however the Pastors semen was not visible as he had deposited deep in her womb. Margaret then began to get up and sauntered around the room gazing hypnotically at the Penises working it in her mind as to what Three first choices she will decide on.

Margaret, mind you, is not your perfectly shaped woman, she is 5'10'' full sized breasts, she is big boned lady, corpulent, wide hips, she carries her frame with confident. There was no thought in her mind (I found later on) that she wasn't capable taking the whole congregation, her thought was which ones could she take first and how fast. As she swayed observantly as if on a shopping tour, and I immediately recognized her stance. She had that same look and demeanor with the right index finger on her right lower lip as when she is choosing from the menu at Appleby's or choosing an Ice cream cone at Baskin Robbins.

"Take that finger out of you mouth, Margaret take it out No, No, Oh No, Oh my Gawd!" I wanted to yell out to her but that would be considered insubordination and that would incur god knows what. But it was too late, too, too late.

"Lets see I want that one, and that one, and that one... no wait that one... No better that one."

As was customary with her when shopping she would take her index finger off her lip and point and touch, back to her lip then point and touch, back to her lip point and touch. It was a habit that came naturally to her and she would do it unconsciously, bad habit on this occasion. She saunter around for one last look to see if she had made right choice, before her were peckers, peters, dicks, phalluses, penises, dongs, swanches, pee wees, dogs, cobras, worms, heads, bats, all in various stages of arousal.

Margaret then drank a bit of Tea and returned to the large bed and complied with the Pastors silent direction clasping her wrists in the stocks and arching her back voluntarily while Sister Anna placed the large custom cushioned alter under her. Again Sister Anna pulled over the sleep mask to cover her eyes so that she would not sin with her eyes of lust. Brother Alexander, one of the chosen ones, then approached Sister Anna and presented his manhood before her; upon where she caressed it bathed it with oil and kissed it.

Only the preacher was aloud to cover them selves with their large white robes. I had a full ghastly, unsightly view as he mounted my Wife; Sister Anna dutifully assisted him in entering her pussy by guiding his muscularly veined phallus inward. Once in he remained motionless. Sister Anna then got a small riding like whip and "Craaack" right across his nappy ass, apparently that was the final authorization to commence. Brother Alexander did not waste any time he began his assigned copulation duty immediately, Sister Anna along with the Pastor kneeling alongside the bed chanted the same prayer in unison:

"Punish her. Punish her. Punish her hard for bearing bad seed. Punish her hard for accepting bad seed. Punish her hard for giving birth to bad seed. Punish her hard for accepting a Manhood spewing bad seed. Punish her hard for accepting seed from bad Vessels. Punish her for not rejecting bad seed. Punish her hard for enjoying the forbidden fruit. Punish her hard. Bless thee my Son; Bless thee with all your strength with all your might with all your life force. Pour out the sacred living oil contained in your purified Vessels and bathe her Womb in Blessed delight that she may know the joy of life giving oil and conceive a child according to your will. Blessed be, blessed be, blessed be thee."

Brother Alexander's final animal grunt as he spewed his life's essence in my Wife. "Craaack" another whip on his ass officially terminated his ritual. Even before the Chant finished, Sister Anna was preparing the next cock. While Brother Alexander dismounted careful not to touch his member a long ropy string of semen from the tip of his cock and my Wife's vagina snapped off. Brother Romero followed once having received his ministration from Sister Anna mounted my wife and entered with Sister Anna's assistance with his severely curved manhood. Sister Anna along with the Pastor kneeling alongside the bed chanted the same prayer in unison:... "Craaack":

"Punish her. Punish her. Punish her hard for bearing bad seed. Punish her hard for accepting bad seed. Punish her hard for giving birth to bad seed. Punish her hard for accepting a Manhood spewing bad seed. Punish her hard for accepting seed from bad Vessels. Punish her for not rejecting bad seed. Punish her hard for enjoying the forbidden fruit. Punish her hard. Bless thee my Son; Bless thee with all your strength with all your might with all your life force. Pour out the sacred living oil contained in your purified Vessels and bathe her Womb in Blessed delight that she may know the joy of life giving oil and conceive a child according to your will. Blessed be, blessed be, blessed be thee."

Brother Romero finished with a quivering of buttock dimples and a sigh. "Craaack" sounded the whip as it terminated the reseeding. Brother Barlan's turn was next, his fat and short dick bathed in Oil was kissed sent in my Wife's waiting womb. Sister Anna along with the Pastor kneeling alongside the bed chanted the same prayer in unison. "Craaack!"

"Punish her. Punish her. Punish her hard for bearing bad seed. Punish her hard for accepting bad seed. Punish her hard for giving birth to bad seed. Punish her hard for accepting a Manhood spewing bad seed. Punish her hard for accepting seed from bad Vessels. Punish her for not rejecting bad seed. Punish her hard for enjoying the forbidden fruit. Punish her hard. Bless thee my Son; Bless thee with all your strength with all your might with all your life force. Pour out the sacred living oil contained in your purified Vessels and bathe her Womb in Blessed delight that she may know the joy of life giving oil and conceive a child according to your will. Blessed be, blessed be, blessed be thee."

And so Continued Brother Barlan's session. This time I noticed that Sister Anna stuck a finger in my Wife's pussy while he was humping as if to take a measurement or insure that proper penetration was occurring. And on and on it went for the next hour and a half. After watching this whole scenario I was soaking wet at viewing this erotic religious ritual. Finally after the last one the Pastor said: "I really appreciate how you all complied your responsibilities and now it is time to end this ceremony."

He then opened up the front of his robe for all to see exposing his phallus then approached Sister Anna and presented his manhood before her, upon where she caressed it kissed and sent him on. He entered with no problem since twenty-six before him had prepared the way. This time though Sister Anna was sobbing and crying during her Chant almost choking in tears. The Pastor removed the blind mask from Margaret saying: "Welcome back to the fold Sister Betencourt."

"Sister? Sister? Sister Betencourt? Did I hear that right, it's not Mrs. Betencourt!" I gulped in silence. "Sister Betencourt it has been a pleasure to welcome you back, I hope (Hump, hump) that you (Hump) ughhhh, have appreciated this arrangement, this provision to redeem yourself and be worthy of the congregation.

"I do, Pastor Anthony, I do, I'll try to be more attentive toward the boys behavior, I promise that they will never do that again. With that the Pastor gave my wife a full kiss on the lips as he orgasmed in unison with Margaret with one last jab. "Uggggggghhaaaaaahh aauu Maaagieeee," EEEEEEEiiiiiiiaaaaahhhh Paaaaastor."

They then laid motionless intertwined and locked together on the bed together for about 5 minutes, the Pastor then rolled over on his back and lulled to sleep. His long flaccid spent manhood laying to rest on this left thigh as it oozed semen. Sister Anna then wiped it with a mint leaf and licked it consuming the precious slime.

Having warmed a terry cloth in a steamer Sister Anna then wrapped it around a wide large wine goblet and motioned my Wife over to sit at the very edge of the bed; she placed the wineglass wrapped in terry cloth under my Wife's vagina. Semen began to flow out slowly sometimes fast then slow as globs and globs of semen settled in the glass; I was surprised to see the amount of semen that filled the glass almost to the top.

Sister Anna then raised the cup toward the heavens then lowered it and motioned Margaret to roll over and lye flat on her stomach. She dipped her hand in the wineglass drawing out a measure of semen and rubbed it briefly within her palms in a circular motion and began applying it on my Wife's back. Margaret was very relaxed as she rubbed in the sperm all over her body on her buttocks, legs, neck, behind the ears, then had her turned over and continued.

Rubbing the warm substance with stern energy Sister Anna persisted, on her breasts, armpits, stomach, even between her toes massaging her feet. Then she applied it like a masterful makeup artist very carefully on her face. She worked it all in until it covered every inch of her body.

Upon finishing Sister Anna then raised the terry cloth wrapped wine glass still half full with semen and chanted "sacred seed, sacred seed, your servant waste not thee, sacred seed your servant conserve thy seed and waste not thee on the ground." With that said she proceeded to drink the still warm semen as her throat undulated with every swallow so until the glass was empty. She then graciously sat down with tears streaming down her aged face.

All twenty-six members filed out of the room kissing her right hand as if to say thank you for your services and for not throwing our semen on the ground. The Pastor and Sister Anna then began to say prayers once again. Then Sister Anna washed her hands ceremoniously in the herbal solution and reached down to my testicles and began a murmuring chant as she rolled each of my nuts in her hand.

"Finally now it is my turn," I surmised as I enjoyed the ritualistic fondling "aaaah, oooooh yeaaaaaa," it was so pleasurable so fine so exquisite "Oh yeah lady, what's to come next," I silently wondered. Then I felt a sharp dull pain "AARRGG," I screamed. She had a firm hold on my nuts clamped on like a vise. "AAAAaaaRRRRRGGGGGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII," I screamed again in terrible pain. "Evil seed, die evil seed, crush thy vessels into oblivion and die evil seed, bad seed."

At that my Wife got up to push her away upon seeing my pain, but the Pastor restrained her "she must kill the evil, she must kill then purify." The all of a sudden everything went gray as I passed out due to this unbearable pain... I woke up... and I jerked, there she was again, she patted my stomach "There, there brother Betencourt there, there."

"Oh so now that you crushed the living daylights out of my nuts now I am suddenly brother Betencourt again huh!" in pain I protested in thought. I was lying my back my Wife Margaret had a hot compress caressing my forehead.

"There, there, hun, your O.K. now just relax," assured Margaret.

In the meantime Sister Anna was caressing my aching balls as they rested in a pan of warm herbal solution."

"There we go brother Betencourt you'll be O.K. however you must abstain from having sex with you wife until after two weeks, it is the rule," she confirmed.

My balls were the size of baseballs it seems red and aching I had to have assistance in entering the car. Margaret drove us home that night, reeking of multi-man dried sperm all the way home. When we got home she could not wait to take a shower but she could not do so until after 12:00 midnight according to Sister Anna. She made us both us some hot coffee, bless her, as we recollected and review our strange evening sipping coffee, I enduring the scent of my sperm covered wife waiting for midnight. After she took a shower and thoroughly bathed in a scented bath she as fragrant as a flower with all traces of spunk gone "boy what a relief now we can go to sleep!"

That very next Sunday the after Morning service everybody was very friendly very cordial, they began to refer to us again as "brother" and "sister." I definitely keep my distance from Sister Anna and her intimidating hand of hers. I waddle from group to group protecting the movement of my testicles greeting and being greeted by church members. Sister Martin approached us by ourselves and very discreetly said, "I am glad that you're back, this is my blessing from 8 years ago," stroking the blond headed son of hers "he's very good in school, he's a straight A student, I hope your blessing will be likewise."

This whole account was some twenty years ago our two sons have turned out O.K. both have been in jail but they seem to gotten a grip on life. However our blessing Jimmy is presently at U.C Dixon studying Medicine, he in deed has turned out to be a blessing a very good child since birth.

We still have not figured out who his father is it will always be a mystery I guess. We moved to California two years after the day he was born due to lack of employment. I was once asked by Pastor Anthony to help out in a Case with My wife's permission of course. According to the Pastor it was the incorrigible Mrs. Alexander that we had to resolve and I vengefully did my part on 3 occasions.

Upon going back to Arizona recently I searched for the congregation, I canvassed the whole area and they were nowhere to be found some say that they moved to Utah others say they moved to Northern California according to an aging ex-member. I will always wonder where that loving congregation is now.

THE END