My mobile rang. I answered. To my excitement, Cara was on the line. She told me that Elenore couldn’t accompany her today and she had planned to find new members. So she’d wondered whether I would be ready to take Elenore’s place.
The thought of spending a day with Cara made me feel more that good, so I accepted – no questions asked.
Half an hour later, we met at the subway station and walked a while to get to the place where she wanted to start.
She rang the door bell at the first house. A man opened and she replayed the usual intro: “Good morning Sir, sorry to impose, but would you consider having us talk to you about the Church of WtF?”.
“No thanks”, the man said and closed the door without further goodbye.
She shrugged and turned around, heading for the next house.
At the fifth refusal to talk to us, I noted “Perhaps you and Elenore simply are a better teaser than I am.”.
“Nonsense – that’s the usual quota. We’ll find somebody, just you wait.”, she replied.
At the next door a woman in her thirties opened. “Good morning Madam, sorry to impose, but would you consider having us talk to you about the Church of WtF?”
I could see in her eyes, that she was about to answer in the negative, when a visible “click” went through her brain. “The Church of What the Fuck?”, she asked.
“Precisely.”, Cara answered.
“Well – I haven’t planned anything at the moment, so do come in. That sounds very interesting. But I’m not buying anything!”, the woman said.
She showed us the way to the living room and offered us something to drink.
“I’m Bianca. So, tell me about your church. But I have to warn you: I’m atheist, so you might have a hard time with me.”, the woman said.
“Well, I’m already getting hard when I see your defined legs in that yoga pants you’re wearing”, I thought.
Aloud, I said “Thank you so much for talking to us. This is Cara and I’m Jack.”
“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.”, Cara lectured gravely. I had a deja-vu.
Bianca’s face shifted from friendly-neutral to wide astonishment to mild amusement, then to a bright smile.
“You’re kidding me, are you?”, she asked.
“Nope”, I replied, “that’s it, really.”
“You’re church is about the act of fucking?! That’s fucking gorgeous – pun totally intended”, she decided.
“Our members are simply open about their sexuality and don’t care about the rules society imposes on us.”, Cara explained. “We know only one sin – that’s not being true and open about our sexuality.”
Bianca pondered the thought for a while. “That’s an intriguing thought”, she said.
“I was married once. My husband came out after ten years of practically sexless marriage.”
“We divorced, and since then I’m having problems trusting anyone – because I know everybody is biased by the stupid rules society and faith poses on them: either they lie to get you in bed or they lie about their feelings.”, Bianca explained – her head hanging.
“That’s exactly why we founded our church: if people want sex, they can tell. If people want love, they can also tell. We don’t get envious, we don’t restrict.”, Cara commented.
“Let me get this straight…”, Bianca replied, “If I were a member, it would be ok for me to tell you that I haven’t had a good fuck for years and I’m longing for one so badly?”
“No, it wouldn’t be ok. It IS ok. Our faith expands to everybody, member or not.”, I said, getting up and reaching out to her.
She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Cara followed.
Cara helped me undress Bianca. Slowly her clothes went. “Are you sure…”, she started. A deep kiss of mine stopped her in her tracks. I opened her bra, Cara pulled down her panties.
“First, you have to find yourself again.”, Cara said, directing me to the bed. I lost my clothes and climbed naked on it. I sat leaning at the headrest, legs wide apart. “Come and sit in front of me, Bianca”, I said, pointing at the spot my spread legs left free. She did as asked. Her back rested on my breast; she had closed her legs and pulled the knees up to form roughly a 90 degree angle.
“Now relax, I know you’re not used to show yourself openly to others.”, I said and reached for her knees. Separating them, I slowly pulled them up, to the sides and towards me. I spread her open like a delicate flower. I could smell her personal scent, when her pussy opened. She was stunning. And she must have felt my boner pressing against her back.
Cara sat down at the bottom of the bed, watching everything closely. “Now, Bianca, touch yourself”, Cara said. I held Bianca’s legs tight.
Reluctantly, Bianca reached for her clit and started caressing it. I could feel every muscle moving as she was so close. My boner grew harder against her back. A few moments later, Cara could see her getting wet. She touched the exposed pussy in front of her. Bianca moaned and sped up her massage of the clit.
Cara slowly put per pointing finger into Bianca’s pussy. She moved in and out, then added the middle finger. Bianca wiggled and stretched, obviously enjoying herself immensely.
Cara pulled her fingers out, to wet her thumb in her mouth. Then she put pointing and middle finger back into Bianca’s pussy, the thumb aiming for her backdoor. She pushed into the pussy and Bianca gasped, when the thumb reached and touched her anus. She inhaled deeply, but didn’t stop working her clit.
Cara’s thumb pushed at Bianca’s ring, slowly extending it. The it slipped in. Bianca groaned. Cara waited a moment to allow her to get accustomed, then she started moving in and out at a steady pace. Bianca’s body cramped. Her thighs shook, her toes curled. Then – with a scream of lust and excitement – she came. I held her tight until her climax had subsided.
I indicated to Cara to lie down on her back.
Then I asked Bianca to 69 her. They started licking at each others clits immediately.
I knelt behind Bianca and made her gasp by slowly putting my erect dick doggie-style in the pussy. After a few slow entries, I started fucking her in a steady pace. She was dripping wet. I wet my thumb by licking at it deliberately, then I put it into her exposed ass and started fingering it synchronously.
After a few minutes, Cara came and Bianca followed. Adding to Cara’s moment of bliss, by her honey oozing into Cara’s mouth. I prolonged Bianca’s climax by working her cute little butthole with my thumb fervently.
Finally I pulled my dick out of Bianca’s pussy and switched to her perfectly prepared backdoor. It slid in without resistance and Bianca took a deep breath. “Yes! Put it all the way in!”, she commanded. And I did.
The two continued licking while I found my rhythm and pumped Bianca’s ass with slowly increasing speed.
After a while, I felt that I was nearing the edge and grabbed her hips, pulling her towards me with every deep thrust. She gasped and groaned at each of them. Then I came. My dick pulsated in her narrow tunnel, filling it with my cum.
After a minute, my climax slowly subsided. I dropped to the bed beside the two and caressed them while they finished once again.
“Oh my! This was incredible!”, Bianca exclaimed later. “Where do I enroll?”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/126sb02/the_church_of_wtf_04_recruiting