The Church Of Wtf Ch 01

The Church of WtF

Part 01

Door Sellers

Please note: The Church of WtF is a parody of religion. It does not refer to any existing religion (as far as I know), but if you're easily set up by mockery of religion, please refrain from reading it as it's supposed to be a fun read and not designed to offend anybody.

I was living in a larger town; my financial situation wasn't too great, so I had accepted a few drawbacks about the flat to keep the rent down.

On a Saturday morning, the doorbell rang. I got there quickly because I was waiting for the delivery of an online order.

Completely forgetting to use the door viewer, I opened up and was flabbergasted by the view: two young women - about 20, clothed in very appealing outfits - were standing there.

They both had an inviting smile and one of them said "Good morning Sir, sorry to impose, but would you consider having us talk to you about the Church of WtF?" she smiled at me, waiting for an answer.

As she had pronounced the abbreviation "Doubleyou-Tee-Eff," I reflexively started my standard atheist reply: "Sorry, I'm an atheist and not interested in any of this church bull..." Then my mental train on autopilot derailed...

"Wait - what?! The Church of WtF? Are you serious? Where's the camera?" I asked instead of completing the previous sentence.

"Sir, we're dead serious and there is no camera," she replied, flicking a flyer out - on its frontpage I could see the tell-tale title.

I hesitated for a few seconds, then I decided. "Ok, this is bound to be fun. Come on in!" I said, smiling.

We went to the living room and I offered them to sit, asking whether they'd like something to drink. They both settled for a coke.

I sat down on the other side of the table and took in their very colourful outfits. Both were wearing provocatively short skirts along with two color-ringed thigh highs. Nice heels and wide blouses complemented beautifully.

After shaking the initial confusion, I concluded, that I had two bombshells sitting on my couch. I felt a slight tingling in my groin.

"So, tell me about your church. Tell me, what it is about." I offered.

"The Church of WtF is not about the usual divine entity. The Church of WtF is about - as the name suggests - an act. The act of fucking." she lectured gravely.

My jaw dropped. I nearly burst out laughing but kept my countenance after all.

"That's new. And - you might be hearing this all the time, but you've got my attention. Please continue." I replied, trying hard to keep my face in check.

"We want our members to be open about their sexuality. There is but one sin, we despise: not being true about our own sexuality," she explained.

"We ask for confessions from our members, but unlike what you might know from other churches, we don't want to know what you did wrong towards the only sin, but we want to know what you did right."

My mind swirled. They had to be joking. But they were so serious about it.

"Ok. I have to put this together in my words to sort it out..." I said.

"If I were a member of your church, you'd not only want me to be open about you two being the hottest women I've seen in ages, but you'd also want me to tell you, that my balls are hurting because I want to fuck you so badly?" I asked.

"Precisely," they answered in chorus.

Shaking my head, I continued "And next Sunday, I'd have to confess, that I had the most kinky threesome with you and they'd applaud me for it?"

"Exactly! You're a very quick learner," one woman offered. "Shall we start?"

"Start with what?" I asked, taken aback.

"With the most kinky threesome of course," she answered, spreading her legs to show that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"By the way, I'm Elenore," she said, "and this is Cara."

"I'm Jack", I replied, mesmerized.

Cara walked over to my side of the couch, knelt and opened my pants. She removed them along with the underwear. My dick was rock-hard. She knelt above my groin, facing towards me and lifted her top to push her perfect little boobs into my face. She was obviously not wearing underwear as well. And she sat her wet pussy on my dick. She moaned and I joined in.

"Wait a minute," Elenore interrupted in a reproving tone. "We talked about the most kinky threesome; this is vanilla!"

She walked over to us after she had taken a large dildo out of her bag. It was followed by a bottle of lube. Cara started riding me, while Elenore lubed up the dildo. When she put it to Cara's sphincter, I could feel her flinch for a second. Elenore pushed and the dildo slowly went in. I could feel it moving inside her along with my dick. She accelerated her pace and Elenore did so as well.

After a while Elenore removed the dildo and Cara got up. They asked me, to let Elenore lie down. Cara got over her in 69 position. They started licking each other and I stood next to the couch, watching with my mouth open.

Elenore stopped licking for a moment and pulled Cara's cheeks apart. Then she asked "Don't you want to join in? I prepared her backdoor really good for you..." she teased.

It took me a moment to process this and after closing my mouth again, I knelt behind Cara and started fucking her exposed ass. My dick went in and out as if by it's own accord. It felt so good. I couldn't believe this was happening to me!

After a while I came, filling her tunnel with my jizz. The two had done an incredible job on each other as well - both had come several times.

They got up and fixed their clothes.

"We'll have to leave now. We hope we got your interest in our church. If you want to know more, why don't you meet us on Sunday morning? The address is on the flyer," Elenore said.

"Wait! Don't you want to clean up in the bathroom?", I asked, looking at Cara.

"Thanks so much, but that's not necessary - I love it, when I feel cum dripping out of my roughed-up ass," Cara said, closing the door from outside with a smile.