Blessed Be the Greatheads

Basketball. I love that game. I play power forward
because I like to "move people around". Hey, I'm a big guy,
I enjoy it. But I do work up a sweat. When I get home
after running (for you jogger-dweebs, that means playing
basketball), I'm drenched. The girls love it. They're a
couple of earthy babes who crave the testosterone high.
They sniff my pits, my crotch, the hair on my arms, and it
riles them up so they snuffle and slurp all over my salty
dog. We have a pretty good time of it. One day after
running, I got home in a baseball kind of mood: I was ready
to swing the bat. I could hear the water running up stairs
so I had a pretty good idea what the ladies of the house
were up to. My suspicions were confirmed as I climbed the
stairs and heard Liz moaning. Liz is a great moaner. Her
moan alone can make your dick stiff. Sure enough, they were
in the tub, doing their version of water sports. Pat lays
down with her head on this inflatable pillow and her legs up
the shower wall so that the water from the bath tap lands
smack dab on her clit. She cranks the pressure up pretty
good and gets a non-stop string of orgasms. Liz, meanwhile,
straddles Pat's face with her knees on a couple of towels
and gets some Greathead. Pat loves to eat pussy and I've
had it from a number of her satisfied clients that she's
really something special. There aren't many things Liz
would rather do than have her sister eat her. My arrival,
however, broke up the game.
"Testosterone!" Liz yelled and shut Pat's water off.
Pat's eyes were glazed, and it took her a minute to get
present and accounted for. Then they both hopped up and
started pushing me into one of the bedrooms, screaming
"testosterone, testosterone!" at the top of their lungs and
laughing. In no time at all I had a nose in one pit and
another under my balls. My weiner started getting the
wrinkles out. I just laid back and let them crawl all over
me. Liz had hold of my stiffening dick and was snuffling my
scrotum while Pat alternated between snorting in my pits and
rubbing her clit on my nose. Finally she settled on 69,
which was fine by me. She has the sweetest little snatch
you ever stuck your tongue in, and she was every bit as good
at sucking cock as she was clits. Yessir, Greathead was the
name for those two. Pretty soon Liz was easing herself down
on me and Pat was back at her little sister's clit. After a
bit Liz turned around and shoved me up her ass. God, she
really knows how to work that sphincter. She does better
with her ass than most women manage with their hands. I was
getting hungry though, so I figured it was about time to
blast off when the damn doorbell rang. And rang. And rang.
Jesus, I was starting to shrivel up, so Pat went and looked
out the window.
"My God!" she said. "Penquins!"
"What the fuck you talking about, penguins?"
"Penquins," she said looking back at me. "Nuns.
There's two fucking nuns down there."
I didn't point out that "fucking nuns" was an oxymoron.
"This I gotta see," I said, and clambered over to the
window accompanied by the faithful Liz. There they were.
Two nuns in penguin suits. I didn't think they still wore
those things.
"Here," I said to Liz. "Polish my knob while I think,
willya?"
So there I stood getting a major-league blowjob while
looking down at two nuns who didn't know I was there and
clearly were going to ring the fucking doorbell till Hell
froze over. I was inspired. I quietly raised the window,
whipped the old Howitzer out of Liz's mouth, gave it a few
good wanks, and shot a lovely stream of cum out into the
great sunshine. Splat. I got one. Right on that black rag
they wear on their head. Hey, there's a reason they call me
Gunner you know. The other nun noticed the stuff but must
have figured it was birdshit because she told her pal to be
still and calmly wiped it up with a hanky. In the meantime
I dumped another load. Alas, no more hits. The nuns heard
me grunting that second time, just like Nolan Ryan when he
throws the fastball, and looked up. Quickly I pulled my
dick inside and stuck it back in Liz's mouth for the last
few spurts while I called down to the nuns that I'd be right
there. You see, one of them was pretty cute.
A few minutes later I had on a pair of shorts and was
letting the nuns in the front door. I decided not to put on
a shirt to see if I could give them a masculinity overdose.
I put the penguins on the sofa and sat opposite them.
"Well, sisters," I said. "What brings you to my den of
iniquity?"
One was older and nearly as masculine as I was. She
certainly had bushier eyebrows, or should I say "eyebrow"
since there was really only one. She made my dick shrink to
the size and appearance of a raisin. The other one was
younger though and very pretty in a well-scrubbed, farmgirl
sort of way. Butch did all the talking.
"I'm Sister Zita," she said. "And this is Sister
Carmelita. We're from Our Lady of Prompt Succor. We came
here to see a Miss Greathead, Miss Patricia Greathead. Does
she still live here?"
"Wanta run that Lady stuff by me one more time?" I
asked incredulously. Was somebody putting me on? Were
these a pair of hookers in disguise?
Sister Zita heaved a long-suffering sigh and said, "Our
Lady of Prompt Succor. It means aid or assistance."
Just then Liz came in bearing gifts: coffee, tea, and
some biscuits and shit on a tray. All she wore was a tee
shirt of mine that damn near didn't cover her up. Those
cans of hers were just wriggling all over in there, and Old
Saint Dick started to recover.
"She sure does," I said. "In fact, this is her sister
Liz. My wife."
Howdydo, howdydo and all that, the nuns trying their
best not to look at either Liz or me. They were a little
shaky.
"Hey Pat," I yelled. "They're here to see you! Come
on down."
My dick really recovered when Pat arrived on the scene.
The nuns, though, got a tad more nervous 'cause Pat came in
wearing nothing but high heels. Man, what a sweet little
bod. True, she's flat as a board, but for some goddamn
Freudian reason those pointy little tits make steam shoot
out of my ears. And those heels brought her legs up to
about a fifteen on a scale of 1 to 10. Jesus. Sleek quads,
delicate knees, and nicely defined calves. And, oh yeah,
shaved slick as a whistle. I had to cross my legs. The two
nuns nearly crossed their eyes.
"Oh my," said Liz. "You're so beautiful Pat."
Whereupon she walked over and ran her hand along Pat's
bum.
"Oh my," said Sister Carmelita. I could see little
beads of sweat peeking out from under her headpiece. Sister
Zita looked at me accusingly.
"We have a menage a trois," I said. "Aren't I lucky?"
"Well," said Zita, standing up. "We didn't come here
to be ridiculed!"
"Can't handle honesty, eh?"
She rounded on me.
"Is that what this is," she said. "Honesty?"
"Sure," I said. "We could have hid it from you. We
didn't. We could have hypocritically pretended to be
something we aren't. We didn't. We put our cards out on
the table and it was too much for you. We're not playing
the game you want to play, so you're going to leave. I'm
not impressed."
The silence lasted nearly a minute.
"Impressed with what?" said Zita.
"With you," I said. "When the going gets tough, you
get going. Aren't you supposed to save us or something?
We're sinners goddamn it. Real sinners, not the cheap
imitations you usually deal with. What about us, Sister
Zita?"
I hoped I was hitting the right note. I hoped she'd
spot my hidden plea for help, my cry of desperation. She
did, the sucker. I'm too good at this shit. She sat back
down and stared at me. Carmelita stared at her. I wanted
to stare up Camelita's habit. Well, all in good time my
pretty, all in good time. I was getting geeked. Before
this day was through I would fuck a nun. It was gonna look
great on my resume.
"Well," said Zita at last, pouring some tea. "Would
you at least be kind enough to put on some clothing and
restrain yourselves?"
"Sure," I said, and we three trundled upstairs like
good little chillun.
"What are you up to?" asked Pat as we all put on robes.
"How would you like to shave Sister Zita's beaver and
nibble on her thingy?" I answered.
"Are you crazy?" she said. "Those are nuns down there,
professional virgins."
"Yeah," said Liz. "Maybe we shouldn't be trying this
at home."
That cracked us up, so we had to work a bit to look
serious back downstairs again.
"Now," said Zita to me. "Am I to understand that you
are married to this woman, what is your name dear?"
"Liz."
Zita smiled.
"You're married to Liz, but you are also in a sexual
relationship with Miss Greathead? You are Miss Patricia
Greathead, are you not?"
Pat nodded.
"That's right," I said. "It's kinda like I'm married
to both of them, only that's against the law."
"Yes," she said. "That would be bigamy."
"I don't know about that," I said. "But if I could
marry and support both of them it sure would be bigga me."
Carmelita tittered, but I maintained a straight face.
True, it took a superhuman effort, but so much was at stake.
Zita eyed me closely, but finally decided I wasn't pulling
her leg. And I wasn't. Not yet anyway. Zita turned
Carmelita a very fetching shade of red with a cold glance,
then turned back to me.
"Now," she said. "One other thing. So far the only
sin in the eyes of the Church is your relationship with your
sister-in-law. Uh, is there anything else I should know
about?"
"Gee," I said. "Probably."
"No," she sighed. "I mean," big breath, then in a
rush, "are there any other sexual relationships in question
here?"
I stared blankly.
"Gunner," said Pat hesitantly. "I think she means do
Liz and I do each other."
"Oh," I said to Zita. "Why didn't you just say so?
Sure they do. Every chance they get."
"To each other?" Zita asked aghast.
"Oh sure," I said. "They do damn near everything to
each other. Why, just this morning they..."
Zita held up her hand.
"That's all right," she cried. "We don't need details."
I smiled fatuously.
Zita sighed again.
"Well," she said. "Those are two very serious sins I'm
afraid, homosexuality and incest."
Pause.
"I see," I said nodding.
Another pause.
"Yes," she said. "Of course they're mortal sins, but
they're also unnatural acts."
"Of course," I said nodding.
"Yes," she said. "The family is the foundation of our
society."
"Hmmm," I said nodding.
"Yes," she said. "People should not behave that way."
"No?" I asked.
"No," she said. "I'm afraid it will have to stop."
I stared.
"Stop?" I asked.
"Stop," she said. "Every act but those between you and
your wife is a mortal sin, and you must all repent and
determine not to do them again."
"That's easy for you to say," I said angrily. "What
the hell did you ever give up?"
She was taken aback by my sudden turnaround. This was
the crucial moment. Would she respond emotionally, hit me
with the glib retort, or would she keep her cool and go with
the more substantive argument about family and children? She
bit. With a look of supreme self-satisfaction she replied,
"Sister Carmelita and I have both made exactly the same sacri-
fice we are asking you to make. We have both foresworn sex."
I gaped at her slack-jawed. She misinterpreted this as
my being one-upped and was all the more pleased with
herself. Fish. Finally, I said, "Lima beans!"
Zita looked a bit nonplussed at this, but not much.
"Excuse me?" she said.
"I said 'Lima beans'. I hate lima beans. One year,
when I was a kid I tried to give up lima beans for Lent, but
my old man wouldn't let me get away with it. He told me
Jesus wasn't impressed by a fella sacrificing something that
he didn't like or care about, that it wasn't even a
sacrifice unless it was something you really liked. I'm
guessing you don't really like sex, let alone love it like
we do. I'm guessing that Pat here has had more orgasms so
far today than you've had in your whole life. What orgasms
you have had, if any, were probably mostly from diddling
yourself. If you ever had a man you probably didn't like
it, and if you ever had a woman it probably scared hell out
of you. So you giving up sex is like me giving up lima
beans. If that's all it took I'd be a nun too."
Now Zita gaped. But I wasn't done.
"Fact is, Sister Zita, you've never in your life made a
sacrifice of the magnitude of the one you so blithely
propose we make. You've never been a sinner, you can never
be a saint."
I was on a roll now.
"What's that they say about the joy in heaven when a
sinner repents? Something like, when the little goody-
twoshoes types are doing the their little goody-twoshoes
thing, it's just another ho-hum day in heaven, but when just
one sinner repents the heavenly hosts hold a hoe-down. If
we did as you suggest _we_ would be saints, Sister Zita,
while you'd remain just another ho-hum nun who never did
anything special. Sure, you'd get your ticket to paradise,
but I'd be exalted, I'd be Saint Gunner."
My eyes glowed with earnestness and zeal. I know
because I practice this shit in front of the mirror. The
two nuns were mesmerized. Pat rolled her eyes, and Liz
lifted her legs up onto her chair, to get them out of the
fecal matter that was piling up on the floor. There was a
long silence.
"You know what I think?" I said at last, as if the idea
just now occurred to me. "I think you should take up sex
Sister Zita. No, not just take it up, not just try it on
for size. I think you should embrace it, learn to love it,
get hooked on it, get to where you can't imagine life
without it. _Then_ give it up. Now that would be something
special. That wouldn't be ho-hum. That would be an
inspiration to us, I can tell you that, wouldn't it girls?"
Oh yes, they both declared, awestruck at the vision.
"Yes," I said. "Then when you showed up at the pearly
gates they'd give you the keys to the city, by God. You'd
be the second coming of Mary Magdalen. And if you could
drag us three along on your coattails, well, they'd be
rocking up there then. And you might be able to do it then,
too, after learning to love it yourself I mean, 'cause then
you'd understand us better, you'd know better how to help us."
I tried to look pathetic here. There was another long
pause while I tried to look inspired. Finally, Zita let out
a breath and sat back.
"No," she said almost to herself. "It's absurd."
"I don't know," said Carmelita meekly.
Oh ho. Another county heard from. Everyone looked at
her.
Blushing, she said, "If it saved three souls..."
Zita just stared at her.
"What wouldn't we do to save just one soul?" Carmelita
asked.
Still Zita stared.
"And then," said the lovely Carmelita, "then, we'd
really have made the same sacrifice we're asking them to
make."
Well, to make a long story short, we negotiated. Zita
took the con, the rest of us the pro, although Carmelita
began tentatively and I stressed how difficult, how nearly
impossible it would be, so maybe it was all just a dream.
After a while, I got her to try to decide which aspect of
the proposal was more important, the magnitude of the
sacrifice she'd then be able to make, or the depth of
understanding she'd acquire. I'd take one side and she'd
take the other, then I'd waffle and agree with her, and then
she'd see the merit of my side and we'd switch. What it
amounted to was she was making the argument for me. It got
pretty dreary but I was into it. Liz, I could tell, was
quietly masturbating by rubbing her thighs together and Pat,
while appearing to be snuggling up in her robe, had actually
insinuated her hand inside very near her clit. Finally Zita
came around, I don't know whether it was from all the
arguing or all the surrounding subliminal sex, but during a
lull she said, "But how would we do it?"
My heart sang. Happy days are here again, the skies
above are clear again, dee da dee da dum dum dee da dum,
happy days are here again!
I swallowed and gazed adoringly at Zita, my savior, my
deliverer. How inspiring it all was. I cleared my throat.
"Well," I said. "Maybe it you went upstairs with Pat,
and Sister Carmelita with Liz, well, I guess maybe one thing
would lead to another."
Aw, shucks.
Zita looked a bit panic-stricken.
"But you know," I reminded her in a tone that doubted
she was up to it. "It can't be just an ordeal you grit your
teeth and endure. You have to learn to enjoy it, really
enjoy it."
Zita nodded woodenly. Carmelita's eyes blazed. I
thought, now there's a woman who loves a challenge.
"With Pat," said Zita as though she were hypnotized.
"Yes," I said gently touching her hand. "With Pat."
No sooner were they gone than I sprang up the stairs
myself. There were three bedrooms, one of which shared a
wall with each of the other two. Naturally, each of the end
bedrooms had two-way mirrors, and naturally Liz and Pat took
their respective charges to the two end rooms leaving me the
middle one as observer. It was pretty rough, though,
running back and forth from one wall to the other. Don't
you feel sorry for me? The first thing Liz did was tell
Carmelita what a lovely face she had. Then she started to
remove her headpiece, whatever the hell it's called, but
decided it was better to leave it on, so she suggested they
start on Carmelita's body. Carmelita blushed but gamely
stood up.
"I suppose I should disrobe," she said.
"Hmm," said Liz rubbing her chin. "Actually no. First
let's just raise your skirts and see your legs."
Carmelita obeyed, lifting her hem up to her knees.
"Oh," said Liz. "Nice legs. And I like the stockings
but those shoes are awful."
Carmelita laughed.
"Well," she said. "They're not supposed to flatter,
you know."
"And they certainly don't. Raise it up higher."
In a moment Liz had Carmelita's skirts up around her
waist, thus revealing a pair of quite nice legs and some
sort of undergarment that looked almost like boxer shorts.
Nevertheless, when Liz had Carmelita turn around and bend
over, they looked pretty sexy. I was certainly responding.
Then Liz said, "Let's get you into some nice undies," and
they began wrestling with the penguin suit.
Over in ring 2, meanwhile, Pat was appraising a rigidly
naked Sister Zita. Not a bad bod, actually. Where
Carmelita was sort of big without being fat, Zita had the
body of a gymnast. A gymnast with tits. They weren't up
there with Liz's, but then whose were? They were giving me
a hard-on though. Zita's problem was as I anticipated:
she was too fucking hairy. She had more hair on her bush
than some women, including herself, had on their head. So
right away Pat decided on some tonsorial work. To see into
their bathroom I had to forget about Carmelita for a bit and
go up to the attic to look down through a sort of periscope
we had in the ceiling. I hated to forsake Carmelita for
Zita, but it was critical we get Zita wired as soon as
possible. So up I went, and sat down on the stool by the
periscope. Pat had Zita sitting on the pot and was combing
her cunt hairs. Zita was still in shock. Next Pat trimmed
the bush with some scissors to get the hairs real short.
After that she lathered Zita up, and that started to get to
the nun a bit. She squirmed a little and sighed once or
twice. Of course, Pat, in the process of lathering, several
times brushed against Zita's clit. She increased her clit
contact during the shaving and once Zita closed her eyes and
laid her head back. Finally we were getting somewhere. She
reacted sharply, however, when Pat got her tongue in there,
and stiffened again. So then Pat said that, to rinse all
the hair off, she wanted Zita to lay down in the tub with
her head on this rubber pillow and her vagina (that's what
Pat said) under the spigot. Clearly, Pat was going for the
shock treatment. How could all that gushing water fail to
inflame Sister Zita? Well, it almost got to her, but she
fought it off, the bitch. She just wasn't getting into the
spirit of the exercise. How the hell did she expect to ever
become a fucking saint? Some people have no ambition. The
whole enterprise was threatening to come apart when I
decided, fuck it, at least I was gonna have some fun. So I
ran downstairs to our costume collection and got out my
Father Gunner suit. The girls like to play these games,
see, and sometimes I have to dress up for them. Pat used to
be a pretty serious Catholic, which was probably why the
nuns were here, and so I'd have to get duded up like a
priest and we'd get out the Bingo cards and everytime one of
them won I'd have to have to get this vibrating crucifix
that Pat had her ex-husband, an engineer, make, and ...
Well, never mind, you get the idea. If God can't take a
joke then who can? Anyway, when I joined Pat and Zita in
the bathroom, Zita was stunned into immobility, but started
getting agitated when I unzipped my fly. Then I guess she
must have remembered her mission because she didn't move
after all. She just lay there real still. All that water
splashing down on her clit and she just laid there. So I
whipped out my wingwang and pissed right on her chest. It
was a hearty, robust piss with a heady bouquet that splashed
all over her. I couldn't believe it. There I was, dressed
up like Father Bing Crosby, pissing on a naked nun. And
damn if she didn't start whining and jerking all over that
tub. She went flat off her head, it was the orgasm of her
life. What a fucking pervert. So when I couldn't whiz
anymore, Pat had a go at it, and that damned Zita nearly
broke my tub with all her hopping around. I told Pat to
squish her cunt all over Zita's face while I checked on
Carmelita.
Back in Ring 1 Liz had Carmelita sprawled out on the
bed with her legs spread. Carmy had on a hot rose-colored
push-up half-bra that matched her nipples, matching garter
belt and stockings, and split-crotch panties. Liz was
closely examining the nun's cunt, spreading it out, slipping
her fingers in, and squeezing and rubbing the clit.
Carmelita was thoroughly enjoying it. I noticed Liz's
fingers were red. That fucking nun was on the rag. Oh
well. I don't let a little thing like that stop me. In
fact, I had another inspiration.
I ran back and dragged Zita into the main bedroom where
Pat and I tied her to the bed. I keep these ropes around
because every now and then the girls put this mask on me and
make me climb through the window and catch them flagrante
delicto and then I have to tie them up and ravish them with
this vibrating flashlight that Pat's ex had made for her.
It's not a bad game, especially the ravishing part. Anyway,
after we had Zita tied up I went and got Liz and Carmelita.
Carmelita almost shit when she saw my costume.
"Come my children," I said. "Mother Superior awaits."
When we got back to the main bedroom, Pat was on top of
Zita nearly smothering her with her slippery cunt while
buzzing the Devil out of the nun with a vibrator. Carmelita
gasped. I had Pat turn around so she could eat Zita, and
had Carmelita straddle Zita's face.
"Here Sister Zita," I said. "I want you to suck Sister
Carmelita's clit and stuff your tongue up her cunt. You'll
like it, she's bleeding. It's the blood of the holy
martyrs."
That little piece of information galvanized Sister
Zita. She tried to get her whole damn head inside
Carmelita. Her face was soon smeared with menstrual blood.
"Well," I said to Liz who was licking her sister's
asshole. "It takes all kinds, doesn't it?"
Then I got out this long thin vibrator, greased it up
with Pat-juice and insinuated it into Carmelita's butt. She
nearly jumped off the bed. I like a good reaction like
that. It makes life worth living. Suddenly I realized that
I had never yet fucked a nun. Gee, I thought, here was a
heaven-sent opportunity.
"Well," I said to one and all. "This is certainly
nice, but it's time Sister Zita met the Bishop."
And having thus spake, I fished the Bishop out of my
shorts and laid it rock-hard on Zita's face.
"Kiss the Bishop, Sister," I said.
She was shy at first, just giving the pecker a little
peck.
"No no," I said. "The Bishop likes big wet juicy
slobbery kisses. Engulfing kisses with lots of drooling and
swallowing."
I had to slip in under Carmy's bloody cunt in order to
slide into Zita's mouth, but I managed. Where there's a
will you know. Zita sucked hungrily for a while and wasn't
half bad. In fact, considering how smoked I was just having
my dick in a nun's mouth, she was more than adequate. In
fact, if I intended on fucking her I had better do it soon
before I blew my wad. So I pulled out and let Carmy back
in, then asked Pat. who was still buzz bombing Zita's clit,
to make room for daddy.
"No problem," she said. "I've been wanting to nibble
on Carmy's tits anyway."
I snuggled up to Zita's crotch. First I just laid my
cockhead on her slit and squished it around a bit. Then I
used it to grind into her clit. She liked it. She moaned
and twitched and slobbered all over Carmy who still had that
vibe up her ass. She was just showering Zita with cunt
juice and blood. Pat was licking one of Carmy's breasts
while Liz did the other and played with herself. I eased
the Bishop's tiara into Zita. I love to take my time
getting into a cunt. But I barely had the head in when I
bumped into - a hymen. Holy shit. I couldn't remember the
last time I broke a hymen.
"Hey everybody," I said. "I'm about to deflower Sister
Zita. Liz and Pat, you guys should get a camera or
something."
The girls jumped up and when they returned Liz had a
camcorder and Pat a polaroid. Liz focused on Zita's face,
and perforce Carmy's cunt, while Pat started snapping photos
of my cock slipping into Zita. When Pat was all set I gave
a good push and pop goes the weasel. No more virgin. Pat
got some pictures of blood, then went back to Carmy's tits.
Liz, meanwhile, got into taping the whole scene and rubbing
her clit. Zita gave just a twitch and a muffled yelp,
muffled by her collegue's labia, and got back into stroke.
I slipped the monster in the rest of the way and was fucking
a nun. It was fine. There was my dick sliding in and out
of one nun while right in my face almost was a vibrator
stuck in the asshole of a second nun who was wearing some
very hot scanties and her veil. Yea verily, it was a reli-
gious experience. Before I shot my wad, though, I had to play
a few more holes.
So it was time to rearrange the ladies. Zita, of
course, was tied to the bed, so there wasn't much I could do
with her. I had Pat stick her asshole in Zita's face and
told Zita to tongue it, which she did enthusiastically.
Carmy hadn't eaten any cunt yet, so I had her do Zita, which
left her snatch high and not so dry. Just what I had in
mind. Once again we had to take pictures, this time Pat,
who was facing Carmy, got the head and Liz the crotch. But
Carmy didn't have a hymen to break.
"Hey," I said. "Aren't you a virgin?"
She lifted her face from Zita's snatch, but replaced
her tongue with her finger I noticed.
"No," she said. "There was a boy in high school."
Geez, I felt shortchanged. Oh well, she was still a
nun, right? That has to count for something. But after
fucking her for a while I said, "Hey Carmy, did that boy in
high school ever fuck your asshole?"
She raised her head and gasped, "No!"
"Want me to?"
Whine, moan.
"What's that?"
Garbled speech.
"Hey Carmy! Do you want me to fuck you in your holy
ass of not?"
Again she raised her head and kept her hand busy in
Zita's cooter.
"Yes!" she yelled. "Yes! Fuck my ass!"
So what's a guy to do? I slipped it up her ass. She
went back to moaning into Zita's innards. I was having a
great time, but had one more hole to play before going into
the clubhouse.
"Okay," I said. "Everybody off the bed! Anyone who's
still on the bed when I count 3 gets cornholed."
Naturally, Zita was still there, struggling with her
ropes. I'm not sure why. I think she needed the illusion
she was helpless and not responsible for what was about to
happen. But I knew the little pervert wanted it. You could
see it in her eye.
"Well," I said. "Sister Zita, looks like you're it."
Whimper whimper.
"Liz, you take one leg, Pat, you take the other and
stretch her out nice and proper. Carmy, you take hold of the
Bishop. I want you to lead it to beaver."
But first I had Carmy show it to Zita and rub it around
her face a little so she could appreciate the length and
girth of what would soon be up her poop chute. Then it was
time. I had Carmy ease it in nice and slow until the head
was past the sphincter, then I gave a little shove.
"Christ have mercy on us!" yelled Zita.
All right, I thought. She's into it. I'm into it.
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" she yelled.
What the fuck, I thought. Ain't Gunner enough? She
wants a bunch of other people too?
"Lamb of God," she cried. "Take away the sins of the
world!"
Mmm, it felt mighty good.
"Mother of God!" she screamed. "Pray for us!"
"Hey, what the hell are you yelling?" I said about
ready to ricochet a load off the inside of her skull.
"E-jac-u-la-tions," she gasped.
"What?"
"Ejaculations," said Carmelita. "They're things you
say to get time off in Purgatory."
"Hell," I said, whipping out my cock. "That's not an
ejaculation. _That's_ an ejaculation!"
And so saying I sprayed it all over Zita's face, up her
nose, on her lips, in her hair, in her eyebrow. It was a
load to be proud of.
Well, that about did for me. I mean, after playing
basketball all morning, then dumping a couple of pretty hefty
loads, not to mention eating next to nothing, I was shot. So
I grabbed a bowl of boiled shrimp and cocktail sauce, flopped
down in an easy chair, and let Pat direct for a while.
Zita had some trouble moving her limbs after they untied
her, and Carmy was kinda wobbly too. While Liz petted Carmy
Pat got Zita to sit up, then went out for a new costume.
Zita just sat there staring at me chomping on shrimp. I
asked her if she wanted one but she didn't answer. Rude
bitch. Pat returned with her black men's suit that she
sometimes wears to play games with Liz and, while Zita stared
at me, got her dressed. It got interesting when Pat borrowed
my priestly collar. Liz, meanwhile, had put Carmy's habit
back on her but left the sexy underwear. Next Pat got out the
old double dildo vibrator that was basically two cocks sticking
out like arms from a little head. She sat Zita in a chair and,
opening her fly, buzzed the little beast around Zita's clit,
finally slipping one cock inside her cunt. Then holding it so
it remained upright with the little head against Zita's clit
(Zita was rolling her head on the back of the chair moaning again)
Pat motioned to Liz to bring Carmy over. Liz hoisted Carmy's
habit and sat her down on the other cock. Then they turned them
loose. It was pretty raunchy watching two nuns, one dressed like
a priest, fucking hell out of each other. I think they were get-
ting the hang of it. I certainly couldn't complain about their
enthusiasm. They were rocking. Pat and Liz circled them lending
a helping hand or whatever here and there. One time Liz had a
finger up Carmy's butt giving her a pretty thorough reaming
while Pat was frenching Zita. Another time Pat was trying to
pull Carmy's clit off while Pat groped around on Zita's chest.
After a while everybody started whining and yelling and jumping
around and then they all spazzed out and fell on the floor. The
shrimp were good too.
The girls got the nuns dressed up again and hustled them
out the door with promises to continue the lessons in a few days,
then we three patted each other on the back and went out for some
pizza. Maybe next time I'll dress up like that guy in the Philip-
pines - Cardinal Sin.