Part 03
Confession
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 had been baptized a week ago by the Church of WtF. They had taken me into their community. It had been a life-changing experience, my balls were still sore.
During the following days, I caught my mind wandering off to the Church of WtF and what had transpired during the Gathering. After the baptizing, they gave me a full tour of their community rules:
Cara and Elenore had been thorough with their teachings. On the other side, the rules were easy:
"We want our members to be open about their sexuality. There is but one sin, we despise: not being true about our own sexuality," they had explained.
Furthermore, their confessions were different, not requiring members to confess, what they did wrong, but what they did right.
The full set of rules clarified, that the basic rule applied imperatively to any member-to-member interaction. On the other hand, members were explicitly not required to apply the rule to "the outside world". The Church of WtF didn't want to impose its beliefs on others.
"Easy enough," I had thought, "and very relatable."
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I couldn't wait for the following weekend, so the days just flew by, then it was time: the next meeting at the church.
Excited like a child in front of a toy store, I had taken the subway and had to restrain myself from running on my way to the building. I entered and Dave was sitting inside at the counter.
"Hello Jack," he greeted me. "How are you doing?"
"Hello Dave, I'm extraordinarily fine!" I said.
"I can see that - you're practically radiating happiness," Dave decided. "Go ahead, you know where everything is."
"Thanks, see you later!" I replied and went past him through the door to the changing room. Inside I met Cara, she had just put down her underwear and stood there, completely naked, when she saw me.
"Jack!" she exclaimed, "so nice to see you! How was your week?"
She walked over to me and hugged me closely, pressing her groin to my suddenly rising boner.
"I couldn't wait to come back here," I said, returning her hug. I closed my eyes and felt her body pressed to mine, instantly wishing my clothes were gone as well. She smelled of vanilla and fruits. I had to keep myself back, not to lick her neck.
At that moment I noticed, that I had just told her my deepest emotions. Two weeks ago, I would have laughed at the thought of telling somebody "I couldn't wait to come back here" in such a context.
Following that train of thought, I continued "Cara, you're enthrallingly beautiful and such a nice person, I'd so love to have fun with you."
"Just baptized last week, and you've already adopted the part of being open about your sexuality," she smiled approvingly. "Well done. And I would love to, too. We'll get a chance later, I'm sure," she added.
I helped her into her robe and she undressed me, stroking my massive boner when she had taken down my underwear. She knelt in front of me and took my dick into her mouth, caressing it for a few moments with her tongue.
Suddenly the door opened and a woman with a man behind her entered. It was Dave and somebody I hadn't met before.
Dave walked by and said "Hi Cara", the woman said "Ah, you must be Jack. Elenore told me about you. I'm Patricia. But please don't let us interrupt. We'll meet later", she said and both of them started undressing and changing into the robes.
Cara continued teasing my cock for a moment, while I was flabbergasted, that nobody cared. She got up and licked her lips. Then she kissed me deeply.
"Let's go", she said.
As before, everybody went to the large gathering room and waited for it to begin. As the week before, a woman in a green robe entered the room. It wasn't Aylah but Patricia. I asked Cara if Aylah was sick, but Cara pointed across the room. There she was, in a red robe, like all the others.
