The Church Welcoming Committee

THE WELCOMING COMMITTEE

I never thought I would marry a preacher, but Betty was something special. She preached, ministered, pastor-ed and kicked ass for her church, and somehow was able to keep me satisfied in the sack, which after my divorce, was something I never thought I could say about any individual. But she convinced me it may be possible to be happy with just one person, so I took a chance and we got married. She assured me that I would have no trouble 'cleaving but to her', and though I doubted myself, Betty had the power of faith and the faithful on her side.

Betty would often fill in for other clergy across the area when they needed a vacation. She was a good preacher, a good listener, and easy on the eyes. Not that it should matter in the clergy, but being a slender, attractive woman with black hair, green eyes and a face like an angel was a plus for most people. I'd catch men in other congregations sneak a peek at Betty when they thought no one was looking. To their credit, they were never openly disrespectful, just appreciative. I was too.

In every church there is a coffee and cake hour directly after the service. Betty and I and usually attend and we mingle and chat and I pretend to be the Good Preacher's Husband, whatever the hell that means. Jeeze, two years ago I was a member of a sex club that got himself whipped on a St. Andrew's cross, and now I'm at St. Andrew's church asking an old lady about their youth program. But to be fair...

To be fair...to be faaiir . . . .to be faaaaaiirrrrr!

But to be fair, they weren't all like that.

One Sunday service Betty had given a rip roaring sermon that the congregation loved. Betty had been there many times, but this was the first time with her new husband. That was me. After the service, we went to the customary cake and coffee meet and greet and Betty introduced me to about twenty different people. Eventually she got kidnapped by some of her old friends, and I was happily left to my doughnut and Maxwell House. I started to help clean up a bit, and took some dishes into the kitchen. The entire welcoming committee was there, six women, all at least in their forties, the oldest in her sixties, but all full of energy while they bustled about and talked. One of them knew who I was, and introduced me to the group, and all of them broke out in smiles and greetings.

"We were so happy when Betty told us she got married. She deserves a good man to keep her company." said the red haired one, whose name tag read KATIE.

"Well, I hope I can be good enough."

"Well, we're sure going to find out, aren't we?", said the youngest, a tallish blonde with a firm athletic body. The group all laughed together at that. I didn't laugh at all.

"Oh my! You behave, Sonya! Now Mr. Smith, do come with me." A bespectacled and slightly frumpy woman with BERNICE on her name tag took my arm and led me towards a door in the back of the kitchen. The door opened up to a stairwell that descended into the darkness. Bernice flipped and switch and led the way down. I followed her, and saw that the other five women were also coming down behind me. At the bottom of the stairs was a large room with thick shag carpet, three walls covered in wood paneling and one wall covered with one long scarlet colored curtain, similar to a grand drape in a theater. Against one of the walls were a number of cushions, pillows and three locked trunks. The women all moved past me and formed a circle in the middle of the room. It looked spooky as hell, like in the beginning of a horror movie about a cult of quilters. A white haired woman with a librarian's demeanor and a name tag that said, "Gilda" stepped out to the center of the circle and spoke to me.

"Mr. Smith, we feel that we are the best Church welcoming committee in the entire state, if not the nation."

"Well, it was certainly good sponge cake." I quipped, to the mirth of no one.

"Welcoming has to do with so much more than cake, Mr. Smith. Ladies?" Gilda stepped out of the circle as the five women started to take off their blouses, every single one of them were doing it, and then Gilda unbuttoned her blouse as well. I literally was taken aback, and I stepped backwards a step or two at the sight of this group of disrobing church ladies. For a brief second the thought flashed in my brain that I should be repulsed by what I was seeing, but as the shirts, blouses and sweaters came off, I was struck with a singular vision indeed! The women all had matching bras; red satin half cup bras which showed of their tits to full advantage, and. . . I looked closely, and then out-and-out stared at each one's tits in amazement . . . It was a perfect circle of tits!

Each woman had amazing tits, even 65 year old Nancy. The largest were these 46 DD monsters on Ms. Rossetti, and the smallest belonged to Sonya who had the most perky little B-cups with the pinkest nipples i had ever seen. Between them were a perfect rainbow of Titty Diversity, and being the smart ass that I was, I couldn't help but to exclaim, "Good Lord, were you all put on the committee for your tits?"

Gilda smiled, and threw her shoulders back, which lifted her tear drop shaped marvels, her dark brown areolas and thick nipples just dying to be sucked. "Yes, actually. And for our ability to give pleasure in general."

"...And what kind of pleasure are we talking about?"

Gilda held out her both her hands out stretched to the committee, like a game show hostess. " The entire committee will perform fellatio upon you, and then you will ejaculate on the naked posterior of one of our members, a member you will choose."

I looked around the circle at the smiling women. None of them were holding there hands in front of them, or trying to hide their breasts at all, as they would if they were simply doing a practical joke. I gazed on the tits of this one short haired woman, who had the loveliest shape to her 36C tits, they had an almost perfect rounded curve on the bottom of the tit, and then the rest were in perfect proportion to the other.

"Mr. Smith, we really need to get started. There's a potluck dinner tonight that we have to prepare for.", hurried Gilda.

"Look, I'm sorry . . . this is. . . amazing, and two years ago I certainly would have, but, I don't want to lose Betty. . ."

"Betty? What are you. . .Oh goodness! I forgot. Here you go . . ."Gilda took an old fashioned remote control out of her pocket that had just one button on it, like a garage door opener, and pressed it. The curtain began to slide back, revealing another room. There were several couches and love seats scattered about the space, including one couch near the center of the room in which my wife, Betty, was currently seated. But she wasn't alone. There was a man kneeling between her legs, his muscular back rippling with the effort of his bending over to suck on my wife's pussy. He had on tight black shorts that showed off an ass I was instantly jealous of. His hands were on each of her thighs, and one of Betty's hands was tangled in his hair. Her other hand was wrapped up in the long brown hair of a woman who was sucking on Betty's nipple. Her figure was similar to Betty's, but with larger breasts.

"Bill, shut up and let these women suck your dick." Betty told me, never opening her eyes once as she let her self be devoured by this couple that I had never met. I watched her for about three seconds and then turned to Gilda. "Ok, Gilda, how does it work?" I said brightly. The group all clapped with pleasure at my acquiescence.

"First pick your posterior!"

"Bernice."

The circle all gasped in delight. Bernice smiled knowingly and curtsied like a princess. "You made that decision very quickly, Mr. Smith."

"I'm a good judge of horse flesh, Gilda. I think Bernice probably has the nicest ass of the group."

"Bernice, please show Mr. Smith the posterior he has won." Bernice turned around and lifted her skirt slowly. She wasn't wearing any underwear, and as the skirt rose it revealed a bubble butt of stupendous proportions! There was a red sticker on one of her ass cheeks, which Gilda tore off and handed to me. "You have chosen the Posterior Queen, and as a reward for your discerning eye, you may redeem this coupon for a request at the end of our session. Now, Ladies!" Gilda clapped her hands and the ladies moved into a circle and got down on their knees with a cushion or a pillow to keep them comfortable. "Mr. Smith, you will begin with Bernice, and proceed to your left upon every ringing of the bell. If you ejaculate before you complete the circle, you may not engage in contact with the remainder of the women. You are allowed to touch and fondle the breasts of every women. You may not pinch, slap or strike the breasts of any woman, unless they ask you. Do you understand?"

The rules were familiar as hell, actually. They perfectly mirrored the rules for the sex club I was in before I got married.

"I do so bind myself to your rules, and pledge to uphold them." They all liked the classical way I put that, and smiled and nodded at each other. Gilda held out a little silver bell, like the kind hotel lobbies had in 1947. "Let the Circle begin!" She said, and gave the bell a ding. I got my pants off in a hurry, as the ladies clucked and giggled at my haste.

I stood before Bernice my cock rising to the occasion. She took my dick in her hand and smile, gently stroking it.

"How did you know about my ass?" she asked me sweetly.

"Ma'am, I watched you go down the stairs . . .mmmm." She had just ran her tongue across the very head of my cock.

"What kind of naughty boy goes around looking at old ladies' behinds?", she said chiding me, as my cock got bigger and bigger in her hands.

"The kind of boy who knows what he's doing." I said.

"You got that right!", yelled Betty from across the room. A quick glance over my shoulder showed the couple still munching away on her pussy and tits. I felt a warm mouth envelope my dick and looked back down to watch this mature woman slowly fellate me. Up and down on my cock she went. She only took about 4 inches of my 8, but handled my girth with ease. Bernice kept looking up at me, keeping eye contact, which I always found sexy as hell. She kept the exact same pace, back and forth, never slowing down or increasing, and the consistency was beginning to make me squirm, which made the other ladies cheer Bernice on. Finally Gilda dinged the bell, and I moved on to the next Church lady.

It was the red head, Katie, with a hair do like the wife from Married with Children. My fully erect dick had been hidden from the group up to this point, but now the group was buzzing with appreciation. "Oh hell yes!" Katie exclaimed. "Betty, you did good!" There was no gentle nuzzling with this one, as soon as I got close she grabbed my dick and took a good 6 inches of it on the first lunge. She had bright red lipstick on her thick lips, and they made a torrid image sliding up and down my cock. She facefucked me for about a minute as I tried not to fall over in pleasure. And then she pulled back to yell at the ladies, "Allright girls, I'm going for it!" The women all wished her luck and cheered, as Katie put her hands at on my ass and steadied herself and then tried to take as much of my cock as she could. She forced down about 7 inches before choking and coming back. The Church ladies cheered her nonetheless for her valiant effort. Katie went back to sucking my cock for a little longer until The Bell rang and I moved on the the next Church lady.

It was Mama Rosetti, and as she knelt before me her huge titties seemed almost bigger than her! She kissed my cock tenderly, all over the head and up and down the shaft. She then she popped a button on the front of her bra, and put my cock between her tits. I started fucking those warm luscious mounds of skin, and my cock completely disappeared inside her bounteous cleavage. Mama Rosetti jostled and juggled her tits expertly, putting pressure on my cock in just the right places, even though my dick was inches, maybe a foot deep in titties!

"Mama R," interrupted Gilda, "You must fellate the gentleman at least a little, according to the rules."

Both Mama and I were a little disappointed, but she made it up to me by giving my balls a tongue bath that left me moaning for more, taking each of my testicles into her mouth over and over again.

The bell dinged, and I moved on the next Church lady.

It was white haired Gilda, and she began by pulling her tits out of her bra. "Mr. Smith I expect you to pull and pinch my nipples, if I pat your knee with my hand, it will be my cue for you to cease. I know safe words are customary, but, my mouth will be full of your generous cock. So. . . " With that she went down on me and I filled my fingers with her nipples. The more I twisted and played with them, the harder she sucked on my cock. She whimpered with her mouth full of my dick while I pulled her tits farther and farther out from her body, testing her endurance. Her librarian demeanor was being destroyed as she passionately drooled all over my cock, never once touching my knee, no matter how hard I pinched her thick nipples. The bell dinged, and I moved on to the next church lady, leaving Gilda in a gasping heap. She was clearly in the bliss of subspace, as her drunken smile proved.

Sonya was next, her tan skin and blonde hair were a marked contrast to Gilda, as she took my cock with both hands and began to give me the Nina Hartley special, twisting both of her hands on my shaft while sucking the end of my cock with her mouth. She had a lean figure, with B-Cup tits.

"Hold on to my head, don't push, but just hold on. I like it like that." Sonya told me. I did as she said, and held on as she kept sucking my cock with her whole body, leaning into it and gyrating her ass to the motions of her hands as the cranked up and down my cock. Her body was fucking gorgeous, and I tried to ogle as much of her supple form as I could.

I had also come around far enough in the circle that I could see Betty and her friends directly in front of me. The man was now fucking the other woman from behind, as she went down on Betty, who was actually looking right me, watching me get my dick sucked by a circle of Church Ladies. Betty had both of her tits in her hands as she stared at Sonya's head bobbing up and down on my cock. The bell dinged, and I moved on to the last Church lady.

Florence had a very short hair cut, like a nun's, but her large eyes and strong nose were only made handsomer by it. Her breasts were my favorite of the lot. Large, but not too big, and with a great shape to them. I saw Bernice crawl to get near me and then she got down on all fours. Florence looked up at me and asked, "Are you ready to come now, Mr. Smith?" I nodded, too turned on to speak. Florence took me in her mouth and placed my hands on her tits, which I blissfully massaged. Gilda and the other girls gathered around Bernice, and while I watched, lifted her skirt slowly, revealing that perfect bubble butt just as it should be, bent over in all it's glory. Florence was taking me deeper and deeper, and building her pace as well. I was shocked I had lasted this long, my cock was throbbing and pulsing with pleasure, not just from Florence's warm mouth, but from the sight of the other five women, with their breasts still exposed, all gathered around one of the finest asses I have ever seen! They were all staring at Florence and I as she kept working my dick, driving me closer and closer to coming. I began to gasp and shut my eyes tight. The other girls sensed I was about to explode, and began to encourage Florence, cheering her on like it was a football game.

"Oh shit, oh shit! I can't hold back anymore!" I shouted. Florence took me out of her mouth and aimed my dick towards Bernice while still jacking me off. All the woman were imploring me to cum, begging me to cum on Bernice's swaying ass. Finally I shot my load all over her upturned butt as the whole group clapped and hurrayed! I fell over on my side, exhausted. The women started chattering and cleaning up after themselves while I just lay there on my back, staring at the ceiling. Betty walked over from her tired friends wearing a bathrobe and looked down at me from above. She had a huge shit eating grin on her face.

"I told you I would make it easy for you to cleave to me, didn't I?" I grabbed her arm and pulled her down to me, making her giggle. I held her to close to me, and whispered in her ear that I loved her. We stayed there holding each other, until the Church Ladies made us leave so they could set up for Bingo.

I wonder how long that coupon I pulled off Bernice's ass would be good for?

Regardless, those ladies were indeed the most welcoming Welcoming Committee in the entire state.
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