Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an25235@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an25235@anon.penet.fi Date: Mon, 30 Dec 1996 16:08:48 UTC Subject: REPOST: Blessed Be the Greatheads 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.