The Mormons Are Coming 5

My roommate Helena and I were bored. Summers were long in Indiana with nothing to do but hang out at the state fair or catch a bunch of car racing wannabes hanging out at the dirt track trying to prove their superiority before going and getting wasted at the local watering hole and trying to take home anything with tits.

We were both in our junior year at the state university and even though we both held part time waitressing jobs (me at one of the above mentioned watering holes), there was way too much free time and way too little entertainment. Helena was studying Chemistry and sometimes played around with various concoctions in our apartment. She had yet to burn the place down, but I was sure it was only a matter of time. I made an almost daily habit of checking the batteries in both our smoke alarm and carbon monoxide detector.

Helena would always tease me for being such a worrier. One afternoon as I was once again hitting the "test" button on the alarms, she cried out, "For Christ's sake, Amy! You're going to go gray before you're 25 worrying about every little thing!"

I just stuck my tongue out at her and flopped down on a chair. "I'm so bored!" I moaned.

"I know," Helena sympathized. "And we still have a month before classes start up again."

"Not to mention, I haven't had a good fuck ever since all the frat boys went home for the summer," I lamented.

"I hear ya," remarked Helena. "Not that frat boys are that great at fucking, but a good, stiff cock is better than a battery powered substitution!" We both laughed hysterically at that. Despite our banter, Helena and I were picky about our hook ups. We only averaged about 3 or 4 a year and those were carefully selected.

We had been roommates for years, so we were well acquainted with each other's sexual appetites. We frequently went sex toy shopping together, enjoying the looks from the store clerks who must have wondered if we were lesbians. Helena and I were definitely not lesbians. Not even the lack of male sexual partners would make either of us resort to that. We were just really good roommates; the kind that know when to conveniently vacate the apartment when the other one has a date.

We had been roommates for years, so we were well acquainted with each other's sexual appetites. We frequently went sex toy shopping together, enjoying the looks from the store clerks who must have wondered if we were lesbians. Helena and I were definitely not lesbians. Not even the lack of male sexual partners would make either of us resort to that. We were just really good roommates; the kind that know when to conveniently vacate the apartment when the other one has a date.

"I'm going out to check the mail," declared Helena. "Maybe one of our favorite toy companies sent us a catalog or something. Or maybe there's a Nike catalog with pictures of hot, sweaty men that I can use as my fantasy material." I rolled my eyes and flipped on the TV as she shut the front door behind her.

Not more than twenty seconds later, the door flew open and Helena bust in, her eyes wide. "Amy! Guess what?"

"There's a tornado coming?" I replied sarcastically. "That would liven things up around here."

"No...even better. There are Mormons coming. Two of them are headed right this way. I bet they'll be knocking on our door any minute."

I looked at her for a second and then said, "Well don't just stand there. Shut the door and turn off the lights! Then we can just ignore them when they knock and they'll go away!"

"No way!" exclaimed Helena! "We're inviting them in!"

"Are you NUTS?" I practically yelled. "I may be bored but I'll be damned if I'm going to sit here and listen to some whack jobs preach to me. I'd rather be doing ANYTHING else."

Helena just laughed. "You only say that because you haven't seen these guys. They're seriously the hottest Mormons I've ever seen. And I bet they're all sweaty and thirsty underneath those long sleeved white shirts and ties." Her eyes were twinkling with mischief.

"Helena, you can't seduce Mormons. They're like priests or something. They can't have sex until they're married. Now, please don't waste my time with this!" Helena ignored me and ran to her room, presumably to brush her hair and spritz on some perfume.

A minute later, the anticipated knock at the door came. Helena was still in her room, so I hoped she hadn't heard it. I sat quietly, planning to ignore them until they went away. "Just a minute...we're coming!" yelled Helena from the kitchen just behind me. Damn her! They had to have heard that.

I turned around and glared at her, but she just yelled to me, loudly enough for anyone in the hallway to hear, "Oh Amy! Could you see who's at the door, please?"

Begrudgingly, I opened the door to two men in the Mormon uniform of white shirts and dark ties and dark pants. My first impression was that Helena had been correct. Both men were very attractive. Still, I tried not to act as annoyed as I was when they asked if they could come in for a few minutes and introduce themselves and their church.

I moved aside to let them in as Helena rushed from the kitchen and greeted them enthusiastically. "Hi there! I'm Helena and this is my roommate, Amy!"

I shook their hands that were offered to me as the taller one spoke. "I'm Elder Gregg Jones and this is my friend Elder Bruce Conner."

Helena giggled. "You don't look like Elders. You're so young!" Her eyes twinkled mischievously.

Elder Gregg Jones smiled patiently. "Elders are what all men in the church are called, but while we're chatting, please just call us Gregg and Bruce."

Gregg was probably about six feet tall with dark hair and light brown eyes. He had a thin but muscular build, like perhaps a distance runner or a swimmer. Bruce was slightly shorter with lighter hair and wider shoulders. I couldn't help but notice that they almost mirrored the differences between Helena and I. Helena was taller than I and darker and thinner, but I was nicely built for my shorter frame.

"Come in and sit down," Helena invited, gesturing towards the wooden frame futon that served as our only sofa. "You two must be so hot. It's a scorcher out there. Can I get you some lemonade?"

Gregg was probably about six feet tall with dark hair and light brown eyes. He had a thin but muscular build, like perhaps a distance runner or a swimmer. Bruce was slightly shorter with lighter hair and wider shoulders. I couldn't help but notice that they almost mirrored the differences between Helena and I. Helena was taller than I and darker and thinner, but I was nicely built for my shorter frame.

"Come in and sit down," Helena invited, gesturing towards the wooden frame futon that served as our only sofa. "You two must be so hot. It's a scorcher out there. Can I get you some lemonade?"

The men looked at each other hesitantly, but finally Gregg spoke. "We'd love some. Thank you." Helena smiled happily and was off to the kitchen to get the men some drinks. I just sat awkwardly on the loveseat across from the men and tried not to act too rude nor too interested as they started making small talk and asking me what I was studying and commenting on the weather.

Helena returned with two lemonade glasses and handed them to the men, who both drank them quickly. Bruce began to ask us about our history and whether we'd ever gone to any kind of church. I tried to dodge some of the nosier questions, but Helena jumped right in with questions of her own. "So, you guys are Mormons. Does that mean that you don't get to celebrate stuff like Christmas and birthdays?"

Gregg began to answer, but barely got two words out before Helena peppered him again. "And what about dating? Are you guys allowed to date? I guess you're probably not allowed to have sex, huh? But can you still date or do you just wait until you find a wife?" Gregg was looking uncomfortable now and Bruce began to try to explain some of the positions of the church, but he seemed to keep losing his train of thought.

"Well, you see. It's not really about dating for us. We...uhhhhh..." Bruce shook his head slightly and paused, as if trying to collect his thoughts. "I'm sorry," he stammered. "I just sort of forgot what I was saying. I'm feeling a little dizzy all of a sudden."

"Oh dear!" Helena seemed concerned. "Can I get you some more lemonade?"

"Maybe just some water" Bruce answered, slurring his words slightly.

I was starting to wonder what was going on as Helena poured some water in the kitchen. I turned to Gregg. "Is he ok?" I asked. Bruce was now leaning slightly back on the couch and seemed to be closing his eyes as if trying to ward off a headache.

"Umm... I...what?" Gregg stared at me blankly, a glassy look in his eyes.

Frantically, I turned around to look for Helena. I got up and rushed towards the kitchen. "Helena! What the hell is going on here? Did you put something in their drinks!?"

Helena looked at me calmly. Then she looked past me at the two men, who were now both soundly and suddenly sleeping, slumped over on the futon. I lost it. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Why would you drug these guys! What were you thinking?!" I screamed.

"Calm down, Amy" Helena chided. "They'll come back around shortly. The stuff I put in their drinks is perfectly safe. I've tested it on myself plenty of times. All it does is knock someone out for about fifteen minutes."

"But why would you do that!?!" I screamed, still not even close to calm.

She looked at me as though I had asked a ridiculous question. "Because now we have two sexy men passed out on our couch and I personally would like to have a little fun with them. We can take pictures where it looks like they're part of the action and then when they wake up and on the off chance they're pissed, we can always threaten to show the pictures to their church leaders. What Mormon is going to report being taken advantage of by two hot college women?"

I just stared at her, disbelievingly. "I can't believe you'd do something like this. We never talked about anything like this! Now you've gotten me into something totally unethical, not to mention illegal. What the hell, Helena! Don't make me part of your sick, twisted fantasy! What kind of friend are you!?"

Helena glared at me. "I thought you'd have fun with this. You're always up for any kind of kinky adventure."

"I'M NOT A RAPIST!" I screamed, still not believing what was happening.

"Oh please!" Helena scoffed. "How many times have you fucked a guy that was blasted out of his mind drunk? This is no different than that. Besides, these guys have never been with a woman. We're practically doing them a favor. Now you'd better help me tie them up before they wake up because if they wake up and call the cops, we're both in trouble."

I stood frozen to my spot, still trying to make sense of what was going on, as Helena rummaged through the cabinets. "Ok, here! I found some rope that we had left over from when we tied our sofa to Chad's car roof last fall!" She triumphantly held up a long coil of inch thick rope. "Come on, Amy!" she said impatiently, walking towards the passed out guys.

I followed her stiffly, still trying to figure out what to do. By then, Helena was in take charge mode. "Now, before we tie them up, we need to take their pants off, so we'll do one at a time. You hold them up and I'll get their pants and underwear off."

I moved slowly, still not believing any of this was real. "Get behind the futon and hold him up!" she ordered, motioning towards Bruce. I didn't say a word, but obeyed her, wrapping my arms around Bruce's torso as Helena undid his belt and with lightning speed began working his pants and boxers off. Bruce moaned slightly and I panicked as I contemplated being arrested for numerous crimes, but he didn't move and soon he was naked from the waist down.

"Now hurry up and tie his legs to the futon frame. You can run the rope underneath. That way his legs can be spread a little. Make sure to tie him tight. I'll tie his one hand to the arm rest and the other one behind his head. "We went to work and soon Bruce was tied up efficiently, his flaccid, but ample cock hanging helplessly.

A few minutes later, Gregg was also unclothed from the waist down. "Oh my God! Look at that monster!" Helena excitedly exclaimed, pointed between Gregg's legs. Even though his penis was in a limp state, it was obviously huge and surrounded by a forest of dark, curly hair. "Tie him up quickly!" She ordered. "I wanna have some fun with that!"

"You're out of your mind!" I hissed, as if the sound of my voice was going to wake either man. Still, I followed her instructions and tied Gregg up in a similar fashion to Bruce. Gregg didn't stir at all.

"We've still got at least another five minutes before they wake up!" Helena declared. "Use my phone to take pictures. Make sure you don't get the ropes in the pictures. We want it to look like they're part of the action and not tied up against their will." I looked around for Helena's phone and when I found it and turned back, she had stripped off all her clothes and was kneeling between Gregg's legs. "Mmmmm..." She purred, as she began to lick his penis like a lollipop. To my amazement, even though Gregg didn't stir, his cock responded to her stimulation, growing massively by the second. "Oh wow. Would you look at that!" Helena bubbled. "I don't know if I can fit it all in my mouth but I'm sure going to try. Take pictures!"

I obeyed, making sure to keep Gregg's restraints out of the pictures. Helena was moaning as she continued to work her mouth around Gregg's huge tool. As much as I was still dismayed by the whole situation, I began to realize how turned on I was at the scene in front of me. It had been so long since I'd gotten laid and thinking about it had me wet.

Just then, Helena reluctantly pulled herself away from her attentions to Gregg's cock and motioned to me. "Amy, you've got to do Bruce now, so we can get pictures before he wakes up. We don't have any leverage if we don't have the pictures first."

I still didn't want to be in this situation, but desire was building in me and I hesitantly removed my clothing and knelt in front of Bruce as Helena grabbed the phone. To my surprise, the instant my lips touched his cock, I felt it jerk and begin to harden.

"Look at that. Poor guy's never been laid and he's got all that pent up energy," Helena giggled. Bruce's cock was filling my mouth now. It was nowhere near as long as Gregg's but to my surprise, it managed to attain a thickness I had never seen on any man before. I found myself wondering if it would hurt to be fucked by a cock that thick. I've been told plenty of times I have a big mouth and now I was glad for it.

I was so enthralled by my new toy that I barely noticed Helena taking pictures. Helena was apparently so busy taking pictures that both of us jumped when we heard Gregg start to groan and stir. "What the...?" Gregg muttered groggily.

"Quick, Amy! Run and get some duct tape! We can't have anyone yelling or the neighbors might hear!"

Naked, I ran into the kitchen and brought back a roll of tape just as Gregg was coming fully conscious and starting to struggle. Helena grabbed the tape from me and ripped off a piece, which she then stretched across Gregg's mouth. Bruce wasn't fully awake yet, but she taped his mouth too.

In no time, both men were fully awake and struggling and trying to talk. Fear began to well up in me that we were going to lose control of this and we'd be sharing a jail cell by nightfall.

"Listen up!" Helena barked sharply, looking squarely at both men. "We're in control here and before you decide to try and do something stupid, you might want to know that we have pictures of both of you enjoying oral sex from both of us. The photos clearly show your faces but not your tied up hands and feet. Anyone who sees the pictures will see two guys with their eyes closed enjoying blow jobs. Now unless you want members of your church and your elders to see those photos, you'd better just calm down and go along for the ride."

A smile crossed her face as she continued. "Most guys would love to be in your position; being used as sex toys by two hot college girls. I'm sure neither of you innocent boys has ever had so much fun as you're going to have in the next few hours, so I suggest you enjoy it. It's not like you can do anything about it anyway."

Gregg and Bruce became quiet as they contemplated the situation they were in. I wondered what they must be thinking. I didn't have a chance to think about it too long as Helena turned to me and said, "Well, which one do you want?" I just stared at her, so she shrugged her shoulders and said, "Well, I'd like to try out that thick piece of meat over there" as she pointed towards Bruce. Before I knew it, she was on her knees in front of Bruce, picking up where I had left off. His cock quickly stiffened and he began to groan, although I couldn't tell if it was from pleasure or from the indignation of his predicament.

"My, my!" Helena purred. "What a thick, fat dick you have. I wonder what will happen when you marry some tight little Mormon virgin and try to fuck her on your wedding night. You might just split her in half. Lucky for you, I can take it." Bruce just watched helplessly as Helena continued to manipulate his cock with her mouth; running her tongue up and down and then stuffing as much as she could in her mouth.

I looked over at Gregg and noticed that he was becoming aroused watching what Helena was doing to his helpless friend. Suddenly emboldened, I knelt in front of him and began to tease his long, hard penis with my mouth. I couldn't fit all of it in, but I did my best as he began to squirm. With one hand, I cupped his balls and he began to try to thrust himself deeper into my mouth. I pulled back and chuckled. "Oh, I bet you'd love to cum in my mouth, wouldn't you, Bible boy? I don't think so. I don't swallow, so don't even think about shooting your nasty load down my throat." I stepped back and he looked almost disappointed. I wasn't finished yet. Fully aroused I straddled him and he slid into me. The feeling of fullness was incredible. I'd never fucked a guy with such a long dick.

As I sat still, impaled on Gregg, I looked over and saw Helena trying to do the same to Bruce. She seemed to be having a bit of difficulty accommodating his massive girth, but finally she was able to straddle him. Looking over at me, she said, "See. I bet you never dreamed of a ride like this when you saw the Mormons coming down the street. Lucky for you, I did. I bet you'll thank me later. I bet they will too," she snickered, looking at the helpless men beneath us.

Helena laughed and leaned forward, rubbing her breasts against Bruce's face. "I bet you wish you could suck my tits, huh? Too bad I can't take the tape off your mouth. I can't take that chance, but now you can say that you've had a pair of college girl titties in your face. Not every church boy can say that." She leaned back and began to rub her clit with her fingers, barely moving on Bruce's cock. Soon she was moaning with pleasure. I wasn't sure what to think. Sure, we both masturbated but never in the same room. It was more than a little weird, but I quickly got over it as I began to rub between my own legs.

Pretty soon, the combination of the feeling of fullness from Gregg and the pressure of my fingers rubbing my clit had my orgasm crashing down around me. My muscles clenched Gregg's cock as I came and he moaned slightly again. I wondered if he wanted me to fuck him. I wanted to hold off his orgasm as long as I possibly could while enjoying myself. If I was going to do jail time for this crazy stunt of Helena's, I wanted it to be worth it.

Slowly and deliberately, I began to move myself up and down on his shaft. His face was getting red and he was breathing heavily through his nose. It had been way too long since I'd had a good fuck and I struggled to be patient. He penetrated me so deeply, I worried that I might not be able to take all of him once I really got started. I began to pump harder on top of him and push him deeper into me. The feeling of his cock hitting my cervix hit me like a ton of bricks. I nearly screamed with pleasure and I came hard and fast. At the same time, Gregg let out some muffled cries and I could feel his hot cum shooting deep inside of me as he strained against his ropes.