Saved by Sex

I hear a knock at the door and answer: Two young ladies are standing on the front steps dressed in their Sunday best. "Hi, how's it going today?" asks a blonde around twenty years old.

"Good," I answer, unsure about why they are knocking on my door at 2:00 pm in the afternoon. I took the day off from the office today to work from home. It's been a busy month at work and I need to get the account reports in by Friday, two days from now. Work is always so distracting and I can't get as much done at the office as I can at home.

"We're wondering if you've heard the good news of the gospel?" asks one of the girls with a fake smile. I can tell its pretence. Religion doesn't make people happy, at least not in my opinion: it fucks them up. One minute they're a normal person, doing their thing, living their life, the next minute they're asking people to become a robot, to reject all logic, and to believe in two-thousand-year-old outlandish stories because 'God' apparently said to. And I happen to know 'God' didn't ask them to knock on my door and piss me off on my day away from the office when I need to get stuff done.

'Listen, girls," I begin, "I'm an atheist and I'm totally not into God, OK? So, if you would be so kind as to bother someone else, I would really appreciate it. I have to get a lot done today and I just can't be bothered by this sort of shit, sorry."

"Well, what sort of things are you into, if you're not into God?" challenges a gorgeous brunette, also about twenty years old, standing beside the cute blonde.

"Like sex, for example," I say boldly. "Say, for example, you two ladies weren't here to talk to me about God. Say, instead, you were here to fuck me, both of you, at the same time. I suppose I could be bothered by that. That's the sort of thing I'd be OK with being bothered by when I have so much work to do."

I have no tolerance for religious soliciting. It's rude and inconsiderate. The ladies look a bit offended but I don't regret blasting them with the profane theme of sex as they're trying to blast me about God: something I hate probably just as much as they hate hearing I would like a threesome.

"OK, so, if God ordered us to come to your door to have sex with you, would you believe in God then?" asks the brunette, sure that she's got me figured out.

"Hell ya!" I shout. "Heck, I'd be God's number one man, that is, if there was a God, and if he sent beautiful chicks to my door everyday to screw my brains out."

"But you do realize that God wouldn't do that, right?" asks the blonde.

"Didn't God supposedly make sex?" I ask, digging into their lies.

"Well, he did," starts the brunette, "but he made it moral, not immoral."

"As far as I know, Adam fucked Eve and they weren't married," I dig. "Isn't that fornication? And besides that, Jesus had to come from the seed of David, which meant that he had to come from Joseph's seed, his sperm: Which means, of course, that Mary had to be inseminated by Joseph. It wasn't some magical Holy Ghost conception. If the story has any truth at all, it lies in the fact that he stuck it in her. He ejaculated in her, filled her up, you know? It's not like God took his sperm and stuck it in Mary so that they could stay pure. Shit no! Joseph doinked her, hard. One of my friends pointed out recently that the word 'Virgo' means virgin. So, that makes more sense: Mary was a Virgo, astrologically. She wasn't a virgin but a Virgo. Her sign was Virgo.

"We've never heard this before," says the blonde. "We don't know what to say. It's very intelligent, very intuitive. I don't even know if Bible scholars know this stuff, to be honest. Are you a trained scholar, sir?"

"No, but if you're going to knock on my door, you're going to get an earful," I say boldly.

"I'd like to hear more," says the brunette eagerly. The blonde crosses her arms and glares at her friend but after looks at me listening for more.

"OK, well, that's about the best punch I got ladies. Oh! There's one more. The wise men were astrologers. They were following a star, right? So, it would make sense that the reference to Mary being a virgin was confused, that it was supposed to be translated Virgo, that Jesus was born of a Virgo, not a virgin. I think it got screwed up when the Catholics translated the Bible from Latin, as Virgo is the original word. Virgo is an astrological sign and the wise men were following astrological wisdom to find baby Jesus. It makes more sense than a magic Holy Ghost conception, don't you think?"

"Genius! That's amazing, sir! We would like to thank you very kindly for enlightening us. How can we thank you for showing us something holy we've never seen before?" asks the cute blonde.

"Oh, I don't know if it's holy. I just use it as weapon against solicitors. It does seem true, though, doesn't it ladies?" I ask, happy with myself for shutting them down so quickly.

"You're right, though, Adam and Eve weren't married. It's just a tradition that man made up," says the gorgeous brunette.

"I think, if people love each other or else are simply attracted to each other, then what's the big deal if you're married or not?" I ask, challenging her further.

"It's not a big deal, then," she says. "I guess we've been lied to pretty badly, huh? You probably think we're total idiots for coming here today," says the brunette, downcast and nearly defeated.

It's about forty degrees above zero today. The young ladies are sweating profusely in the hot sun. I decide to extend some mercy: "Why don't you ladies come on in. It's very hot outside. Come on in and cool off for a few minutes," I say.

The ladies come inside and stand in the doorway. I close the door, walk over to the stereo and turn on some Iron Maiden: The Final Frontier, and fetch two glasses of water with ice cubes.

The ladies drink up thirstily and I refill the glasses of water for them once again. "I'm Joanne," says the blonde. "And this is my friend, Arianna."

"It's nice to meet you both, sorry if I came across so rude and like a know-it-all earlier," I say, apologetically.

"You're a very handso...I mean, nice man for getting us the water, sir," says the brunette, cheeks blushed, totally embarrassed at her verbal fumble. "The Bible says that if a man gives even so much as a cup of cold water to a disciple, that they will in no wise lose their reward."

I am flattered by the fact that she just about said that I am a very handsome man. "Oh, good!" I say. "And what might my reward be?"

"What do you want? God works with our wills," she says.

"Well, if God was working with my will, like I told you two before, I'd be having a hot threesome as we speak. Whenever I'd crave sex with two hot chicks, God would give me a threesome but it just doen't work that way, ladies. God seems like he's such a killjoy, creating sexual pleasure and desire but never letting people have any real fun."

Joanne thinks deeply for a moment, her hand on her chin. "Look, Arianna and I are hypocrites. We shouldn't have come here to talk to you about holy things. We've both slept with our boyfriends a couple of times. No one knows, except you," confesses Joanne.

"Hey, I'm not going to judge you ladies. You two do what you feel is right, OK?" I offer, trying to console their egos.

Joanne and Arianna whisper between themselves for a few minutes while I use the bathroom. When I return, the girls start prompting each other to talk first. It's a silly scene: both ladies are punching each other in the arm, whispering, "You say it! I don't want to."

"Say what?" I ask, prodding for more information.

"We would like to give you what you desire from God. We would like to fuck you," says the blonde. The brunette nods in agreement as her cheeks go red.

"Oh, that's OK, ladies," I say reluctantly, regretting it. "I'll be alright. You two should just carry on. And stay away from religion. You know, fuck your boyfriends and stuff like that," I say, sure that I've said the right thing.

"It's our own will. We want to do it to be good to you. It's not for our religion. We grew up religious, so that's why we're stuck in it; but we really want to fuck you for ourselves, because you're hot, and because you enlightened us," says Arianna.

Arianna and Joanne simultaneously remove their T-shirts, revealing white bras, smooth, fit tummies and cute belly-button rings. I smile from ear-to-ear. I reach into my pocket and remove my mobile. I turn it off.

"You ladies aren't shittin' me here, are you? Like, you're not going to sue me or anything. You are both legal, right?" I say, screening their motives.

"We're both twenty," says Arianna. "We're not going to sue you and we're both taking birth control regularly."

Next, they remove their summer shorts, letting them fall to the ground, revealing plain, white panties and tanned thighs. Joanne undoes Arianna's bra and lets it fall to the floor. Arianna's firm, twenty-year-old tits bounce and jiggle for a moment before coming to rest before my eyes.

"Praise God!" I say, teasing the ladies, my mouth open in awe.

Arianna, now topless, undoes Joanne's bra and lets if fall. Joanne is larger than Arianna and my cock lunges forward in my pants when I see her lush tits hanging freely in front of me. The skin of her boobs looks tender and soft and her nipples begin to recover from being squished in her bra all day.

Both ladies slide their panties off and kick them onto my living room floor.

I whip my shirt off and drop my jeans and boxer shorts. My cock is growing larger and larger as I stare at their naked bodies. Both of them have neat, shaved pussies and firm, thin bodies.

The girls approach me and kneel down. Joanne is hungrier than Arianna for cock and she shoves my dick into her mouth. Arianna holds my balls in her hands while Joanne sucks me deep. The girls continue for about five minutes, sending me to heaven before switching. I find Arianna more attractive despite her smaller boobs and I feel my cock grow a little longer and thicker as she takes me into her mouth. Joanne is best described as sexy-cute but Arianna is sexy-hot! Both are nice but I prefer the naughty, sexy, slut look over the goody-goody, pretty-like-mamma look. Nevertheless, I am in paradise.

I get cock crazy and grab Arianna, laying her gently on the living room floor, not more than three feet from the front door. I begin to lick her clit while fondling her boobs. I lick her for a few minutes, watching her hips buck up and down. Next, I switch to her boobs and suck them thoroughly, enjoying every aspect of her pink nipples.

I position my cock in front of her tight little pussy and shove myself in. I immediately begin pumping into her, banging hard into her cunt while my balls slap her ass. When I feel like I'm about to pop, I pull out. Joanne has been waiting patiently, watching with pleasure.

Joanne lies down and I mount her without any foreplay. I enter her slowly as she's a tiny bit dry. I spit on my cock and shove it in further. I begin thrusting into her, propping myself up in a Chinese push-up position. I bang her tight little cunt from this propped position for a while before pulling out.

Arianna bends over and I insert my throbbing dick. I reach around, feeling her boobs while I jam my cock into her sweet, soaking wet cunt. She moans into orgasm and I let her enjoy the fullness of my thick cock inside of her for a few moments before I pull out.

Joanne bends over and I quickly find her hole, lusting with deep breaths as I do so. I hold her feminine hips firmly and pump my cock into her for a good five minutes before she orgasms. I also let her enjoy the fullness of my cock inside of her before I pull out.

Arianna bends over again and I shove myself into her again, feeling her cunt grip my dick. I pump her for a few minutes before she orgasms again, and before nearing my own orgasm.

I pull out and the two girls face me on their knees. They hold their mouths open hungrily as I pump my seed all over their faces, cumming thick wads and ribbons all over their faces and into their mouths. The girls lick their lips and swallow my fresh, hot semen.

"Now, if there was a God, that's what he would have created for every male on this planet: two hot chicks to fuck and splatter with a big load of cum," I say, filled with testosterone.

"No doubt!" says Joanne. "I'm done with religion! You've converted me to hard core fucking for life!"

"I agree," says Arianna. "The only time I'll be getting on my knees from now on is to suck a big, fat cock, like yours."

We all laugh and I walk over to turn up the Iron Maiden music.

"This music is awesome to fuck to," says Joanne. "Who is it?"

"It's Iron Maiden, sweetheart," I say. "It's as close as I'll ever come to religion."

We all break out in laughter and I watch their tits jiggle as they giggle. "Ready for more?" I ask.

"Oh, God yes!" shouts Arianna.

"You need to repent, Arianna!" yells Joanne. "Get on your knees!"

Arianna kneels and we all laugh hysterically as I approach Arianna with my cock once again.