19 comments/ 124137 views/ 32 favorites Preaching Conversion Ch. 01 By: MajesticDeep2 I was already apprehensive as I made my way through the church to the rooms where I knew our local vicar would be waiting. I had come to audition for the church choir, and he doubled as choirmaster in our parish. I didn't have a bad voice, and I had sung in choirs before, but not for a few years, so I was a little out of practice. If I made it through the audition, I knew there would be plenty of practicing to come, plenty of time spent in the church, with the other men and women who sang in the choir, getting the sound right for performance at the services during the week. I knocked on the door to the vestry at one side of this old stone building. "Come." I pushed gently on the door and it creaked as it swung open. There was the vicar, sitting at a large wooden desk with his back to me, fully dressed in his black robes. Hymn and prayer books adorned the shelves which covered the walls. "It's Jake Simpson," I said out loud. I was a fairly ordinary guy, and even my wife thought so. I was 28 with no children yet, married three years or so, and quite happily. I attended church with my wife regularly, but admittedly it was more because I had been brought up to do so, rather than through any true commitment. I was tall, with an average build, no six pack, but no large belly either. The vicar rose slowly from his chair and turned to greet me. He beamed warmly, as I took in his large form. He was a big man, a little taller than me, black, and well built without being overweight. He walked towards me and extended a hand. I shook it firmly and he returned the gesture, squeezing back, but not too hard. To tell you the truth I was a little in awe of Father Roberts. He had a deep booming voice when he preached, but he could be quiet and softly-spoken too. I was quite nervous as I remembered what I had come here to do. "I've come for the choir audition, Father Roberts." "Of course you have," he boomed. He switched to his soft and gentle manner: "Well let's get on with it." He moved to close the vestry door. "We don't want anyone disturbing us, do we." He smiled and I noticed a twinkle in his eye. He was certainly a charismatic man, and I relaxed inwardly at his friendly but lively manner. Father Roberts walked across the room, sat at the piano, and began to play some chords. "Just repeat the notes you hear and we'll go from there." The vicar continued playing, and I started to sing, again a little nervously. "Can you go any louder?" he boomed again. I couldn't. I had never had a very strong voice, but I knew that I sang in tune. He stopped playing for a moment and got up. "You need to relax your belly and open up, then the sound will come, clearer and louder. Here let me show you how." The vicar moved behind me and placed his large hand on my stomach. He pushed inwards. "Now try and sing like that. Difficult isn't it?" He relaxed his arm, patted my stomach a couple of times and then began to rub it in circles. His hand was warm, and I responded to his touch. "You need to relax, as I said. All the way from your chest to your belly." He held his hand on my chest for a moment, then moved it downwards, stopping at my stomach once more. He put his other hand on my lower back and held it there. "Now try and sing. Let the sound come out!" I did and my voice did seem to be louder. "We need more of that Jake. Here, watch me do it. Put your hand on my belly and feel what happens when I sing." I did as he said once more. He stomach felt firm through his robes, and then began to move and vibrate as he started to sing. I have already said that he had a powerful voice, and his singing matched his speaking for clarity and volume. "Now you try it, let your belly vibrate," he commanded. "Loosen your shirt a bit." He reached across and undid my top button, and pulled my shirt out from my trousers so that it hung out. "Try again Jake." He then slid his hand under my shirt so that it rested on my bare stomach underneath. "Now I really want to feel it." His hand was warm and soft and smooth. He held it there, and I relaxed further under his gaze. His other hand was now on my lower back, also under the shirt and against my bare skin. It didn't seem quite right at first, but his influence overwhelmed me and I just went with it. The audition would soon be over afterall. I thought for a moment of my wife at home. I looked forward to going back to see her, before turning my attention once more to the singing. "Now sing for me Jake, any notes you like," said Father Roberts. He held my stomach and lower back firmly, occasionally stroking across my bare skin. This was surely to help the relaxation, I thought to myself. At the sime time it did start to feel a little different. It began to feel good. A strange well of excitement began to fill me up inside, beginning at the point where his hand touched my bare stomach. Suddenly I was finding it hard to sing clearly, and my voice was cracking a little. Then those strange feelings of excitement began to make their way lower, towards my groin, all by themselves. Certainly it was no intention of mine to be enjoying the vicar's touch in this way. I reasoned with myself for a moment: it would go away after a little while, and my singing voice would return. And then I felt a familiar stirring in my groin, and a heat permeating between my thighs. "Lost your voice? Try again." I was barely listening now. All I could feel was the warmth of the vicar's strong hands as they massaged my belly and back. By this time my cock was already half-erect, and making an embarassing tent in my trousers. I struggled to speak. "Ahh, nnnoo, I think that's enough singing for today." My protest was a little pathetic, and I knew I had little control over what was happening. "I think you are right Jake. You seem to be enjoying yourself though." Father Roberts stood looking down at the tent in my trousers, smiling, but he kept on holding me. It was now more like a hug. I suddenly felt secure under his touch, and my cock continued to rise, the blood beating rapidly through it. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. It's quite natural to feel excited in this way under another man's touch. I can see you need taking care of, that's all." He was now speaking softly, yet somehow still forcefully. Then he moved one hand from my belly, a little lower, and suddenly he was pushing inside the front of my trousers, and pulling the buttons open. Quickly kneeling, Father Roberts pulled my pants and trousers down, allowing my fully erect cock to spring free. I looked down. There was pre-cum oozing from the tip. He moved forward, opened his mouth, and slid it over the head. "No, we can't. I'm married. Ooohh." I protested, then groaned, as he began to tongue the underside of my thick shaft. Instinctively, my hands reached out to grab his head, and he moved to take me deeper. His lips slid down the outside of my shaft. "Ohh Father Roberts. Ughhh. Please stoooop, before I do something I...ooooh, yesss." I moaned as he sucked hard on my cock, withdrew his mouth to the tip, swirled his tongue around and around, then plunged back to the base, deep-throating me to my balls. I wasn't going to hold out much longer. He held onto my hips and moved his head back and forth. My hips began instinctively to buck and thrust against him. I was fucking his mouth and it felt so good. Here I was, with my wife waiting at home, having never been shown such pleasures by another man before, and I was being sucked oh so hard and so well by my vicar. The thought of it confused and excited me at the same time. I continued to thrust as Father Roberts continued to suck. Then suddenly I could no longer stand it. I cried out and gave one final thrust towards the source of my pleasures. Then my balls tightened and the cum began gushing and spurting from the tip of my manshaft. The vicar kept his lips clamped tightly around me, sucking every drop of liquid spunk I could give him. "Aaaaaaahhhhh, ooooohh Father Roberts, nnnoooooo." There was still a part of me protesting but it was a small part now, and I was enjoying this fabulous blowjob thorougly and completely, given to me by a man, no less. The vicar pulled his lips from my now softening cock and got to his feet. He was breathing heavily and there was a strong intensity about him. He took my hand and placed it on his groin. I could feel his arousal immediately through his black robes, and a stiffness, throbbing beneath my hand. He tightened his hand shut over mine, which closed over the material covering his cock. I was reluctant once more, but a new curiosity was building inside me, along with further excitement. He was so hard beneath that cloth, and I found myself wondering what his stiff cock would look like. I hadn't seen another man fully erect before. I glanced down at his groin, the desire growing as I did so. He noticed my gaze. "Ahhh, you want to see me now. That's ok Jake, it's nothing to be afraid of. I'll only give you what it seems you need right now." Father Roberts quickly pulled open the buttons on his black robe, and parted it from his chest down to his stomach. I saw immediately that he wore nothing underneath, and his semi-nakedness was a sight to behold. He was no body-builder but his strength was evident from his build. And all smooth ebony. He lifted the skirt of his robe and pulled it off, revealing himself fully to me. His cock must have been a good eight inches long, thick, throbbing, veins bulging and glistening with precum. "Come to me. Taste me." The man was insistent. "I've never..." I started. But the vicar put his arms on my shoulders and silenced me, pulling me to my knees. He then moved forward. "Taste me, I think you will enjoy it. No-one need know. It can be our secret." Without thinking any further I opened my mouth to his bulging cockhead and he pushed inside. It was pretty big, and I felt the warmth of his flesh pass my lips, and the slipperyness of the juices that oozed from the tip. "Now suck me and lick me, Jake." I did my best, swirling my tongue around the mushroom-shaped head as he had done to me only a few minutes before. Then I grabbed his hips and pulled him deeper down my throat, stopping before I gagged and then sliding my lips up his thick shaft once more. I tried to remember what a blowjob was like for me, and had a go at applying what I knew. It was different to be giving rather than receiving, a different focus of attention. But he tasted good, and the feel of his thickness in my mouth was an added pleasure. His warmth and throbbing fullness was awakening something new in me. I wanted him now, I wanted to suck him until he could no longer take it, to return the delicious favour. "Aaaah, yessss. I knew you'd be a good cocksucker. You suck like you want it so badly. And I know that you do. Ooooh, unnnggh, yessss." Father Roberts began to thrust his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth deeply now, as I continued to suck. His member seemed to grow even harder then. Suddenly, without warning, he grabbed my head with both hands, cried out, and stiffened even more. "Oooooohh, unnnggh, yeeeaaah. Take my cum." His cock began to jerk in my mouth which was then filled with spurt after spurt of warm liquid lovejuice. It tasted slightly salty, but sweet at the same time. My mouth was filling up and I had to swallow his seed to keep up. It seemed to keep on coming, and I had to admit, I was enjoying the taste already. Pulling from me, the vicar stroked my hair. "That was wonderful, and I can tell you loved it too. What would your wife say about that, eh?" "Noooo, please, I thought it was our secret." He smiled. "Of course, it will be. But I have more to give you." I could see that he was still semi-hard, and his large balls looked full and tight. Standing me up, he turned me around, stroking and rubbing my chest, stomach and back, and then grabbing my ass. Pulling my trousers and pants fully down , he reached around and grabbed my dick, giving it a few deep strokes. I was already quite erect from the pleasure of having sucked him off, but now my cock rose to full attention. His touch felt good. The touch of another man. Letting go of my dick, he pulled my asscheeks apart, and suddenly I felt a warm wetness touching my asshole. It had to be his tongue. "Oooh, what are you doing?" I moaned. "Just relax and enjoy these new sensations. You have alot more to enjoy today." His tongue flicked around the rim of my tight hole, swirling and licking all over, then plunged inside. It felt so good, and my ass bucked against him, trying to get more of him inside. I had always enjoyed playing with my asshole on my own, but I had never been able to get my wife to join in. Now someone else was playing with and pleasuring this intimate area. Father Roberts withdrew his tongue, much to my disappointment. The next thing I felt was a fat slippery finger pushing inside my hole, moving around inside, stretching me. I knew where this was probably leading. After all, I wasn't that naive. "You'd better not fuck me with that huge cock of yours. You might do some damage." I was still protesting, even while I enjoyed his probing of my asshole. "No, well, no-one is gonna hurt anyone today. But I bet you would love to feel me inside you. It's like nothing else." A second finger began to probe and finger me. I wriggled and squirmed under the new feelings that Father Roberts was stimulating in me. Again the fingers withdrew. Finally I felt something else, warm and slippery and firm pushing against my hole. This wasn't his fingers any more, and I moaned in response. The vicar gave a sudden little shove, and I could feel his cockhead embedded inside me. "Aahhh, how does that feel Jake? You want some more?" "Ok, but take it slowly." I had to admit once more that this next step felt good, a little unusual and uncomfortable, but not bad at all. He pushed in further, his shaft inching its way into my rectum, stretching my asshole little by little as it went. Moments later, I could feel his balls against my ass. He was fully inside me. He began to withdraw slowly. It seemed to take an age, but then he was pushing back in once more, starting to get into a steady rhythm. "Oh, ahhh, Father Roberts, it feels so, aaahh, mmmm." It really began to feel good, as he thrust deeper and faster, heating up my backside with the slap of his body against mine. The vicar was moaning himself now. "Mmmmm, ooohh, yessss, that's it now. Take all of me inside you. Take my cock like you love it." He was fucking me so well and so thoroughly, as his thick shaft slid against my prostate, pleasuring me further. He was filling me deeply, like I'd never experienced before. Well, of course I hadn't. Yet here I was, being taken fully and completely. I continued to groan and grunt, more openly now, as if I had really accepted the nature of my feelings. "Unngh, unnngh, unnngh, ooh, yesss, don't stop, please don't stop, that's right, oh Father Roberts, fuck me, fuck me good. Yeeeaaah. Unngh." Father Roberts gave a deep gutteral moan. "Urrrrghh, unngh, gonna cum, gonna cum in you, ohhhh, ohhhh, ahhhh, yesssss." His thick shaft stiffened somewhere deep inside my rectum, and then I felt it, the spasming and jerking as he unloaded a torrent of cum, a warmth, bursting and spraying up my stretched and slippery asshole. He held me from behind, his hands on my stomach, as it continued. "Aaaah, yessss, sooo gooood." That cock was still stiff, and it rested for a while fully embedded up my lovehole. Then he slowly slid out of me and withdrew completely with a pop. I could feel the juices running out of me and down the inside of my thighs. The warmth and the wetness of them turned me on momentarily. I turned to face him. He was already pulling himself together, grabbing his robe and sliding it over his head. I was a mess, and I did the same. "Well Jake, it seems we got a little carried away in the midst of your choir audition. I had almost forgotten about it." So had I. The vicar spoke again. "If you want to come back another time, we could get carried away all over again. It's clearly something that we both enjoy. And no-one needs to know, as I said." I finished tucking my shirt in. "I would like that, Father." Preaching Conversion Ch. 02 I rang the doorbell to Father Roberts' house at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and I could already feel my heart beating in my chest. I was nervous and excited at the same time and wondered what the next few hours would bring. Finding my way to the vicar's house had been easy. It was down a fairly secluded lane, and I had hardly encountered any traffic on the way there. The house itself was quite old and quite large; I imagined there were many rooms inside, as I stood on the doorstep, waiting for him to answer. Suddenly I heard movement, the sound of footsteps, which grew louder. Then the door opened and there stood the imposing figure of Father Roberts. He grinned broadly at me. "Ah, Jake, so glad you could make it. I've been looking forward to seeing you today." "Hello Father Roberts." I blushed under his strong gaze. "Call me Mike," he said reassuringly. I relaxed a little. The last time we had met, it had been 'Father Roberts'. Indeed I had cried the title out loud during our encounter. But 'Mike' was more intimate, more personal. "I'm glad you came," he said again. "Please, come inside." I stepped through into the hallway and closed the door behind me. There was a slightly musky smell in the air, that of an old house. I gathered that the house came with the job for Father Mike Roberts. "This way." He turned and led me through to the living room. It was comfortably turned out, with sofas and chairs, some unusual pictures hanging on the walls, but nothing untoward. I was still nervous and thinking a little of my wife back at home. She knew nothing of this, nor of my encounter with Mike in the church vestry a few days earlier. I still had mixed feelings about the whole experience, but something deep inside had persuaded me to make the short journey to the vicar's house. "Have a seat. Can I make you a drink." I sat down on the large black leather sofa which lay along one side of the room. I wasn't thirsty. "No thanks." My heart was still beating fast. I had come at Mike's invitation. He had told me that his wife was out during the afternoons, and he would have finished the work he had had to do that day. The large house would be empty except for me and him, and would be so for a few hours apparently. "So Jake, I can see that you're a little nervous here. Let me help you out." Mike sat at an angle facing me, at the other end of the sofa, leaving a little space between us. Reaching across, he put his large black hand on my knee, and slowly stroked it up my thigh towards my groin. I had to admit that as well as the nervousness that was almost freezing me to the spot, I was tingling with excitement. Mike stroked my leg up and down slowly, while fixing me with an intense gaze and a smile, which was turning from friendly to a little lusty. His hand on my leg felt good. I opened my mouth a little and rested my tongue on my upper lip. Between my legs, my cock was stirring in response to Mike's touch. I saw him inch a little closer to me on the sofa, while he continued stroking my leg. Then I felt his hand brush my crotch, which was already throbbing in time with my thumping heartbeat. I saw Mike's own tongue escape his mouth and he licked his lips, then emitted a low, gutteral moan. "I can see you're enjoying this Jake," he said. With that he placed his hand on my crotch and began rubbing my now semi-hard member through my jeans. My cock rapidly stiffened and was, within moments, begging for release. But then Mike removed his hand. "It's time for you to taste me again," he said, rising to his feet and unbuttoning his fly. Kicking off his shoes, he slowly slid his own jeans to the floor. My heart was thumping again. Although I had seen him in his naked glory before, I was now yearning to do so again. I could see the developing bulge in his underwear, even as I admired his long muscular legs. He swiped a hand across his own crotch, then did so again, this time pausing to rub himself through the material. I could feel the prickles on my skin as I began to sweat a little, and I licked my lips as I stared at his thighs and crotch. Mike undid the shirt he was wearing and tossed it aside, leaving him topless. For a moment I admired his strong-looking chest and fairly smooth black skin. In places he was a little hairy but mostly not, and I wanted to touch him. He was standing so close, and yet I was still almost frozen on the sofa. Mike then slid his underwear down, revealing himself to me. His cock sprang free, semi-hard with the bulbous, mushroom-shaped head pushing out from his foreskin. I could see a drop of shiny liquid at the tip emerging from the slit. It was big, black and beautiful, maybe eight inches long, and thick, and I could see the veigns standing out along its length. "I want to see you naked, Jake," he said. "Take off your clothes." I had almost forgotten. Here he was, standing magnificently before me, and I still had all my clothes on. Mike backed away from me for a few moments, tantalisingly out of reach. By this stage, I realised that I wanted him, that I needed to touch him and feel him, and to taste his thick shaft as it slid across my lips. Quickly, I removed my shoes, jeans, shirt and underwear, less subtly than he had done, but I didn't care about that now. In less than a minute, I was naked too, my white skin a beautiful contrast to his ebony. I was in good shape, slim and toned, no body-builder, but I knew and enjoyed my own body. Mike stood a little away from me still, slowly pumping himself to full hardness. I could see the whole of his cockhead now, and it glistened with pre-cum. The veigns down the length of his shaft stood out even more now. I wanted to suck his cock. Without saying any more, I fell to my knees in front of him, and began to suck his bulbous cockhead. It stretched my mouth slightly given its size, but I didn't mind that. I enjoyed its size and girth. I tasted the syrupy liquid for which I had been yearning. Then I pushed my head forward and slid him further into my mouth. I loved the way the warm fleshyness of it felt against my lips and the inside of my mouth. Tongueing and sucking a little harder, I reached around and grabbed his asscheecks with both hands, pulling him towards me and taking him deeper, without gagging. His firm ass felt wonderful to the touch and I stroked his cheeks, then I brought one hand around to his balls, giving them a rub and a gentle squeeze, before grabbing the base of his shaft and then beginning to move my head back and forth, sliding along his length as far as I could go, and then withdrawing, in a steady rhythm. I glanced up at Mike's face. He had his eyes closed and his mouth open, while his tongue was licking his bottom lip slowly as his head was tilted back slightly, in all the signs of ecstasy. I continued to taste and suck his manmeat. "Ahhhhh, yessss, ooohhhhh, mmmmm, Jake, yeaaaah..." he moaned and groaned, grabbing onto the back of my head with both hands, running his fingers through my hair, and holding me steady. He started to thrust his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth, and I let him. His smooth, hard, warm, thickness slid in and out of me. Mike carried on thrusting for some time, as I revelled in the excitement of pleasuring him. Then I felt his pace quicken, and his dick stiffened as he held onto my head and gave one final push. Suddenly, I felt his warm liquid cum squirting into my mouth. "Aggghhhh, yesssss, take it." I kept my lips clamped around his cock as he came, determined to take every drop he had to give me. I had enjoyed the taste of it the first time, only a few days ago, and now I could make an effort to swallow it all down, which I did with relish. Mike's dick began to soften in my mouth, as he calmed down, let go of me, and pulled out. "Ahhh, you learn so fast. Only the second time Jake," he said. By now all the nervousness had gone from me but I was still excited. My own cock was hard and throbbing between my legs, standing at full erection. Mike pulled me to my feet and our lips met as he slid his tongue straight into my mouth, tasting the remains of his own come. Our tongues writhed together as I realized this was the first time I had kissed another man. It was hot with Mike, as hot as it was kissing my wife deeply, but slightly different. I could tell that it was another guy whose tongue I was enjoying sliding over my own. Mike's arms were on my ass, holding me, his fingers inching towards my sensitive crack, stroking my soft skin. My own hands were hugging his smooth muscular back as we continued our passionate embrace. After some moments, we pulled apart. Mike pushed me back onto the leather sofa and kneeled in front of me. "Now it's your turn." With that he engulfed my straining cock with his wet mouth. It was almost a relief, such had been my anticipation. He went to town, making love to my cockhead and shaft, sucking the head, before sliding his mouth down to the base, while gently massaging my balls with one hand. Then he slid his mouth up once more, before diving down again. Up and down on me he went. I grabbed his head with both hands, somehow trying to get more of his mouth onto my dick, craving more sensation and pleasure even as I was getting just what I so badly needed. I could tell it wouldn't be long before I shot my load, and suddenly my balls tightened, my dick stiffened further and then I was cumming in Mike's mouth, willing him to take all my load. "Ohhh, fuccckkkkkk, yesssss, ohhhhhhh," I cried out as I sprayed my spunk down his throat. Mike didn't spill a drop from his lips. As I finished, he pulled himself up my body and we shared another kiss, this one full of all the cum I had just given him. As our lips locked together, I tasted the warm, salty liquid and couldn't help swallowing a bit of it. Mike swallowed his own share as we continued to suck face. "Mmmmm, you taste good, lover," moaned Mike as he broke our kiss, and our eyes met. My cock was still semi-hard, but I was still full of lust and wanted to continue our love-making. I glanced down at Mike's groin, and noticed that he had fully recovered. He noticed my gaze. "Ahhh, you want me inside you now?" I knodded eagerly. "Oh yes, like the other day." Mike knelt once again and pushed my legs up towards my shoulders, exposing my asscheeks and puckered hole. He moved forwards, kissing my ass as he worked towards my most intimate area. Licking his lips first, he then began to lick my asshole. I gasped, remembering what it had been like the first time he had done it. This time, it seemed even better. In the comfort of his home, rather than in the church vestry, in a place where no-one could disturb us, we could both relax and enjoy the intimacy and passion. Mike began to lick around the rim of my lovehole, pleasuring me in the dirtiest way, before thrusting his tongue up inside me. He thrust in and out for a few moments, before rimming me again. He continued this sequence of tongue-fucking and rimming for several minutes before I could stand it no longer. The desire to be penetrated by his thick manmeat was building within me. I needed his thickness in my ass. "Mike, I need you inside me. Please. I want you now." "In a moment, I need to get you ready," Mike said calmly. With that he licked two large fingers and slid them into my sensitive entrance. "Ooooohhh, yesss, all the way inside," I cried out as he thrust his fingers in and out a few times and moved them around a bit. Then, after a short pause, he pushed three fingers inside and held them there for a while. I was squirming and wriggling under this invasion, which was stretching my hole each time he did it. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but my entrance was accommodating. Suddenly the fingers were withdrawn and Mike stood over me, pumping his eight inches of lovemeat a few times. I loved the way his foreskin slipped back and forth over the beautiful cockhead with each stroke. Then, within moments, he was gently positioning himself on top of me, holding his dick in one hand, teasing my entrance with the head, rubbing it around a bit, and pushing gently without entering me one inch. "Uuuugghh, fucckkkkk, Mike, do me now, take my lovehole." I couldn't stand it and moaned at him a little desperately. Then I felt it, his head pushing into my hole, stretching me slightly, as his hips and torso pushed slowly forward. I grimaced a little but was immediately enjoying the feelings as his thick tool inched its way inside me, sliding past the walls of my rectum before he stopped and rested there for a few moments. Then he slowly began to pull out. His stiff veigny manmeat rippled against my anal passage, until just the head was still inside. Pushing back in, more easily now, Mike began to get into a steady rhythm. It felt so good. Despite having only been initiated into the joys of another man making love to me a few days ago, and despite some initial reluctance, I wanted him to fuck me. "Ooohh yeeahhhh, that's it, yeaaaah," cried out Mike as he continued to pump in and out of me. "You're just tight enough for me, just right, and it feels so good, yeeaaah, take all my cock in you." I was just as enthusiastic: "Ohhhh, that's it, take my asshole man, do me good, fuck me, yesssss." I was heating up further in our sustained love-making, a light film of sweat covering my body as Mike fucked me just the way I needed. "Unnggh, unnghh, unngghh," Mike groaned and moaned. His shaft was rubbing against my prostate, adding further to my pleasure. Just then, I heard the front door. Mike stopped thrusting immediately and we both looked quickly out of the living room at the same time, to see Mike's wife come in to the house. She was still in the hall and I could here her putting down some things and dumping a coat. She wasn't yet aware of the scene that had unfolded a few feet away. I thought for a moment that she would simply not see us, and would turn away and walk into some other part of the house, leaving us time to pull our clothes together. Mike withdrew his cock from my body and pulled away from me. Strangely though, he didn't look nearly as worried as I felt. Here was our most intimate secret, discovered. I reached for my trousers, but by then it was too late. "Oh my lord." She was standing in the doorway to the living room. I had seen her in the past, in the background at church, but had never really looked properly. My first thought was how beautiful and feminine she looked. She was tall for a woman, slim but not too thin, with some lovely curves, and black like her husband. Her hair was curly and shoulder length, and she wore a pale blouse and near knee-length skirt. I guessed she had already kicked her shoes off in the hallway and she seemed to be wearing tights, or stockings I imagined, beginning to drift off. "Mike, what are you doing? And who is this naked friend of yours?" "Darling, this is Jake. We were just getting a little carried away here, that's all. I wasn't expecting you back so early." I hadn't even noticed that I had lost my hard on, such had been my state of mind. But the two of them seemed almost relaxed about the situation. I said nothing. "Well if you had told me that we were having such an attractive man round, I would have stayed." The mood was changing fast, and two of us were still naked. Mike spoke again. "Charmaine, darling, I'd love it if you joined us, and I'm sure Jake wouldn't mind. The secret doesn't leave the walls of this house." "Hmmmm, sounds like something we could all enjoy. No-one else will disturb us now," she said, her tone softening. Charmaine then began to unbutton her blouse in front of us, just like that, revealing her bra-covered cleavage. He breasts were full and large and all my worries were beginning to melt away once more. I could even feel my cock beginning to fill out again. Mike's wife undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor. I saw now that she was wearing stockings and suspenders, as well as a small pair of knickers. Quickly she removed her bra, and cupped her breasts in both hands. She had huge brown beautiful nipples, and I wanted to suck on them straightaway. Then her knickers were gone. This wasn't a slow, seductive striptease, but I didn't care. With Mike Roberts' permission, I wanted her bad. I had almost forgotten about my empty asshole. "Ahh, Jake, where were we when we were so suddenly interrupted?" asked Mike. He pushed me back on the sofa and moved my legs into position once more, back towards my shoulders, exposing me again. I took my eyes off his wife to concentrate on more urgent matters. Mike was still hard and he quickly pushed his love muscle all the way into me again so we could resume our love-making. Meanwhile, Charmaine moved to the sofa too and crouched over my face, spreading her soft-looking thighs and showing me her beautiful pussy lips. While her mound was hairy, her lips were shaven and she was already a little wet. As she lowered herself onto my face, I began to tongue her, licking her up and down before pushing inside her a little, beginning a tongue-fucking I hoped she would enjoy. "Unnngh, mmmmmm," she moaned as I continued to taste her wonderful cunt. He juices were slightly sweet, different from my wife certainly, but just as delicious. For a moment I thought of my wife at home, blissfully unaware of my secret and all that was happening. I felt a pang of guilt, even as I was becoming more and more immersed into this threesome, which was another new experience for me. I could hardly deny the pleasures I was experiencing, and it remained intimate, the secrecy perhaps making it moreso. My wife was never too far from my mind but I was still able to partake fully of the joys of being with Mike and Charmaine. I turned my attention to Mike's 8 incher plunging in and out of my tight lovehole. His cock seemed to grow bigger and harder with every thrust. I disengaged from Charmaine's lovely pussy and smiled up at Mike. "Unngh, yeaaah, you like that, huh?" he cried out. "Oh godddd yess, I love your cock inside me, it feels so good, do me Mike, do me good, fuck me harder, I want to feel your cum inside me." My talk sent him over the edge, as with one final thrust, he stiffened even further and then cried out loud as warm liquid lovejuice began to spray and spurt deep inside my rectum. "Ahhhhhh, yeaaahh, ooohhhh, unnnnghh," Mike grunted as his cum shot from the tip of his manmeat, buried all the way up me. He continued to thrust more slowly now, as he calmed down gradually. I was enjoying the feeling of warm cum inside my asshole, and as Mike gently withdrew, some of it dribbled out onto the sofa. I squeezed my hole tight and then released it in response a few times, trying to keep his come held within me. Charmaine was still riding my mouth and tongue and I kissed and licked her wonderful mound, occasionally flicking over her clit, as she moaned and groaned above me. "Oh yeaah, Jake, that's so good, keep going honey, keep going, just like that, ungh yeahh, I'm gonna cum soon honey, I'm gonna cum bad. Ooooh yessssss." With that her love juices began leaking copiously from her lovelips. I lapped them up eagerly, as I continued to pleasure her. As she gradually calmed down too, she stepped off the leather sofa and sat next to me, spreading her legs, for Mike and myself. I reminded myself that I had only cum once today, and I was sitting there at full erection, my cock and balls aching slightly, needing further release. Charmaine noticed and nodded and winked at Mike. "What I would love to see is my husband have his own ass made love to as he penetrates me. I'm sure he would love it, and...so would I. Just the thought of it is making me horny." I stood to my feet, but was unsure for a moment. She was so gorgeous, so curvaceous and sexy, that I could hardly refuse. I felt myself being led on by this horny couple. I hadn't taken Mike's hole before. Suddenly I felt a firm hand on my waist, and another sliding over my dick and rubbing it gently. Then Mike's breathy voice whispered in my ear. Preaching Conversion Ch. 02 "I would love it too. Jake, I want to feel your warm hard dick up me as I make love to my wife. I can tell it excites you." With that, Mike moved to the couch, and guided his thick cock up his wife's lovehole. "Aaaah," he moaned, "It's so soft and warm and wet, and just a little bit tight. Come on Jake, get me ready, then take me." I started forward and slid two saliva-coated fingers up Mike's warm asshole. Then, after a few seconds, I pushed a third one up there. He squirmed a little under my invasion, then relaxed. He was holding himself still inside Charmaine, how I can't imagine. I placed my wet cockhead at his entrance and pushed. "Aaagh. That's it Jake, keep going." I did what he said, holding onto his hips with both hands, and entered him. His asshole was hot and tight, and gripped my shaft completely. It felt wonderful. I pushed until I was all the way inside, and my balls rested against his backside. Then I began to withdraw. Mike moaned in appreciation and started to gently pull his cock out of his lovely wife and push back in again. I tried to get into a rhythm, and match his own thrust back. In the end, I figured I didn't need to do too much. It worked better if Mike did all the thrusting. I could just enjoy his asshole as it slid along the length of my shaft, back and forth, back and forth. I admitted to myself that this was a wonderful threesome. Of course, I had no others to compare it to, but I was so immersed in making love and I didn't want it to end anytime soon. All three of us were moaning, grunting and groaning as we fucked each other good. Charmaine, being taken deeply by her husband; Mike, thrusting his hips forward and then pulling back as he penetrated her; and me, taking Mike's delicious ass. As Mike withdrew, his backside slapped against my balls and groin. "Ohhh, ahhhh, ohhhh, I'm gonna cum again." Charmaine really began to moan and cry out loud again, and then she was cumming hard, as Mike continued to thrust inside of her. "Ohhhh yesssss, ohhhhh, cum in me Mike, cum in me lover, I want you so bad," she groaned. This set Mike off, and he himself now cried out as he started shooting his third load of the day, deep inside his beautiful wife. "Graaghhhh, unnngghh, yessssss, that's it, take it all, baby, take it good." I felt his already tight hole begin to contract rhythmically around my cock. It held me tight and then released. It was an amazing feeling, and just added to all that I had already experienced that day. But I wasn't ready to cum just yet. Mike and Charmaine were making more gentle noises now, and had finished their unified orgasm. Mike withdrew from her and turned to slump on the sofa, my cock sliding out of his asshole as he did so. It was still hard and straining, and my balls were aching a little. Charmaine lay there in front of me, still in her black stockings. She looked wonderful and it was too good an opportunity to miss. I stepped towards her, looking her deep in the eye, seeking confirmation that this was ok, that it would be ok to penetrate her sopping wet and dripping pussy, and mix my own lovejuices with her own and those of her husband. Charmaine's eyes caught my own in just the right way and she knodded once. "Ok Jake baby, take me like you want to. I know it's what you want. But be gentle, I'm still a bit sensitive after that cum." Taking note, I pushed forward and guided my manmeat gently up her. It felt so hot and wet and juicy inside this woman, and my stiffness was enveloped in lovejuices and her own wondrous warmth. It turned me on to think that Mike had only just emptied his load inside her. Now I almost desperately wanted to do the same. I began to thrust in a steady rhythm, in and out of her, my chest resting on her huge dark breasts. It was all I could do to contain myself and prevent it being a quick cum, but I held myself together a bit, and started to moan as I made love to Charmaine Roberts. My lips sought hers, and suddenly I was kissing her, our tongues seeking each other out and meeting in love's embrace, sliding and playing together. As I did so, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Mike shift from the seat and out of my vision. Then I felt something warm on my backside, and the next moment Mike was tongueing my asshole once more. I slowed my rhythm inside Charmaine, to allow Mike to get better access to me. His efforts further heightened my pleasures, and I squirmed a little under his attention. Then he withdrew, and I missed him immediately. Without much pause, I felt a new warmth against my lovehole, and something pushing against me. I knew it was Mike's thick cock, and was surprised that he had any more left after his exertions. I didn't know if he'd be able to fill me with his cum again, but I wanted him in me as I fucked his wife. Holding still for a short time, I allowed Mike's cock to find my slippery and inviting hole and push inside, until he was all the way in. Then I started to thrust my hips back and forth once more, as I gave all I had left to them both, Charmaine in front of me and Mike behind. What an incredible feeling it was, penetrating this gorgeous woman's tasty pussy, as Mike's thick shaft slid in and out of my ass. I was in heaven. I knew I wanted to spend more time with this incredible couple and for a few seconds I entertained the thought of my own wife joining the three of us for even greater love-making. The thoughts vanished quickly, but they were there now, buried deep inside my mind. Returning to the pleasures of the moment, I knew it wouldn't be long before I shot my load inside Charmaine. She had recovered her desire somewhat too, and she was willing me on. "Come on baby, fill me with that big cock, gimme your cum, I want you to fill my pussy just right. Can you do that for me? I know you can do that. I want it inside me. Fuck me deeper! Harder!" she moaned and gasped. I responded eagerly, picking up the pace of my thrusts, entering her and withdrawing more rapidly now. And of course, each time I pulled out, Mike's big lovestick slid fully into my wet asshole, rubbing against the walls of my rectum and stimulating my prostate. I could feel myself getting close. Then I felt it, my balls tightening, my shaft stiffening completely, and the spunk rushing and bursting out of my cockhead, deep inside this woman's cunt. "Aaaaghhhh, unggghhh, yeaaahh, fuckkkkk," I gasped out loud as I sprayed my load up her pussy, my lovejuices fully joining Mike's in her most private and intimate place. "Oooh, that's it baby, gimme all your cum, let it fill me." As I came my asshole contracted around Mike's cock, and this set him off one final time. "Unnnghh, unnggh, sooo goooood, yeaaaah," he grunted as he unloaded his own spunk in me for the second time that afternoon. As I calmed down I half collapsed on top of Charmaine, kissing her deeply, then rolled off of her to one side on the sofa as my softening cock slid out of her moist cum-filled lovehole. Mike slowly slid out of my soaking wet asshole, and joined us. There we were, the three of us: myself, Mike and his wife, sitting in a row, slightly squashed together, breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat coating our bodies, basking in love's afterglow. I spoke first. "Ahh, that was amazing. It all felt so wonderful." "Jake, you did good. I would love it if you joined our love-making regularly. You're a natural," replied Mike. Charmaine responded: "I loved both your cocks inside me. I would love it too if you joined us again. Maybe next time I could try both of you at once, if you can tear yourselves away from each other's cocks and assholes." Mike spoke again. "Maybe we could seduce your wife into joining us too. That would complete the picture. She's a lovely woman and she would be welcome." "Hmmmm, I don't know if she would. On the other hand, maybe she could be seduced. I would like that. Let's see what we can do." With that, the three of us began to plan how to bring my wife into the fold.