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Subject: REPOST: The Greatheads Come Together
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		    THE GREATHEADS COME TOGETHER

My first wife's maiden name was Greathead, and considering its appropriate-
ness we decided not to change it when we got married.  She was an anomaly in 
her family.  Her sisters were both small, fine-boned brunettes, and very 
flat-chested, while she was a tall, long-legged blonde with a bodacious set 
of bumpers.  Once we visited her older sister who was living in their parents' 
house while the old folk were in Florida.  This sister had just been divorced, 
and her dainty legs and wonderful ass inspired me with lust.  Even her little 
nips when I could see them under her tee-shirt gave me severe fly-strain.  
One day I  brought home a couple of vibrating "sex aids".  One looked just 
like a 10" cock, and it actually moved in and out.  The other was a strange 
two-pronged affair.  In the middle was a little head, then two 9" dicks stuck 
out where the little man's arms would be.  The idea was one woman would stick 
one arm in her snatch and nestle up against the vibrating head, then another 
woman would do likewise on the other arm so that they would be pushing the 
little head into each other's clits.  The arms on this critter were bendable 
too, and that evening, after my wife disappeared upstairs with the "ordinary" 
dildo, I bent one arm up and the other down and entertained Pat, her sister, 
by making the beast walk across the table.  As we sat in the kitchen laugh-
ing, me trying all the while to figure out how to jump on her bones, Liz,
my wife, called me from upstairs.  She sounded breathless and halfway up
I could hear the vibrator buzzing.  At the top of the stairs I could look
right into her parents' room and there she was, lights all ablaze, draped
across the arms of a large easy chair, buck naked, one long leg draped over
the back, the other resting on a small chair, her ass held up by a mass of
cushions and pillows, rubbing the vibrator all around her clitoris.  She 
had her eyes closed and was  literally dripping wet.  My clothes were gone
in a flash, and it was clear from her position she had called me in order
to make use of a certain organ of mine that was now waggling in front of
me like a rod of steel.  As I  slowly ran my cock all around the inside of
her she continued her vibrating  and began groaning and moaning big time.
I was getting extremely turned on watching this dildo going slowly up and
down on her clit, which was swollen to the size, and color, of a bing 
cherry.  Shortly I heard a stair creak and looking around, caught Pat 
staring at us, her jaw nearly on the floor, and her right hand mutching
around with her crotch.  She was flustered that I'd not only caught her
peeking, but rubbing her mound.  She zipped her hand away and turned to
leave, but I was having none of that.
	"Come here," I said firmly, but she disappeared into the hallway.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" I shouted, and ran after her.
When I caught up with her at the head of the stairs I grabbed her by the 
arm and spun her around.  Her eyes went right to my cock, glistening with
her sister's juices.  She seemed hypnotised.  Back in the room the vibrator
kept right on going, and we could both hear the erotic sounds of Liz 
gasping and groaning. I put my hands on Pat's shoulders and pushed her
to her knees in front of me.
	"Clean me off," I said, but she just stared at it like a mouse 
staring at a snake.
	"Goddammit," I said.  "Grab it, or I'll jerk off in your face!"
	Still she didn't move, so I grabbed her hair with one hand and my
cock with the other and started smearing it all over her face.  When I 
reached her lips she opened her mouth and in I went.  It was great.  
She was really getting into licking up the lubrication and soon she had
hold of me with one hand and was tickling my balls with the other.  I 
figured we'd better get on back to Liz though, so I made her stand up and
take off her jeans.  Then I took her arm and dragged her into her parents'
room.
	"Hi Liz," I said as I slid back into her.  "I'm back."
	She made a few rewarding gyrations and groans, her eyes still shut.
I knew she knew Pat was there but was pretending otherwise.
	"Give me that," I said, taking the vibrator.  "You play with your
tits."  Then, giving Pat the vibrator I signed that she should do Liz's clit
with it. I gave Liz a few minutes of laying there wide open getting fucked,
squeezing and pinching her own nipples, and having her clit buzzed by her
sister, pretending all the while it was me, then I said, "Look who's here."
	Liz opened her eyes and looked right at her sister.  Immediately 
she started cumming like crazy.  As she was flopping around I leaned over 
and started frenching Pat's ear.  I have this thing where I stick my tongue
in the hole just enough to get a little suction when I pull it out, and soon
Pat's knees were wobbling.  She kept up her vibrating though, a real troop-
er.  Next I slipped my hand down the back of her panties and started knead-
ing her buns as I licked and bit her ear.  Liz had calmed down a bit, or at
least had stopped cumming, and out the corner of my eye I could see her 
watching.  Her eyes were bulging she was so keen on what I was doing. Of 
course, Pat's buzzing didn't hurt either.  
	"You like fucking your sister with a dildo don't you?" I said, but
got no response so I repeated myself, only louder and more threateningly.
	"Yes," she said very softly.
	"What?" I said.  "Speak up!  Tell us what you like."
	"I like fucking my siiisster...uh...with a dilllldo," she stammered.
	"I'll bet you wish you had a nice big cock you could use instead,
don't you?"
	I could see they both got hot over that one.
	"Tell her," I said.  "Tell her how you wish you had a cock you
could fuck her with."
	"Ohhh," she moaned.  Then, pausing between words because she was
cumming the whole time and having trouble talking she looked at Liz and
said, "I..wiiish..I..had..a b-b-big co-o-o-o-ck..so..I..could..fu-fu-ck..
yooouu..with it."  Liz, all the while, was also cumming like mad as she
stared into Pat's eyes.
	"Yes!" she yelled.  "Fuck me!  Fuck me Pat!  Pleeeeze fuck me!"
	 "Come around here," I said to Pat.  "Get between her legs."  I 
made her kneel between her sister's legs and said, "Start licking."  When
she  didn't dive right in I pushed her nose smack into Liz's gooey cunt 
and mooshed it around some.
	Liz reached down and spread her lips so her clit fairly popped out
into Pat's eye.  "Oh yes Pat," she said raising her head to look between 
her mounds, down past her belly to her sister.  "Yes, lick me, lick my 
pussy!  Suck my cunt."
	Well, that did the trick.  Pat licked like a cat with a bowl of
cream.  I ran downstairs to fetch Senor Doubledick.  When I returned I 
just stood and watched a minute as Pat sucked Liz up.  Liz had hold of 
Pat's head and smiled my way.  
	I slid my hand down the back of Pat's panties, under her ass and
into her cunt. Talk about wet! 
	"Whoa," I said.  "Look how wet your sister is from sucking 
your clit!"
	And I smeared some Pat-juice on Liz's tits.  My next handful went
in her ears, and the next her forehead.  Pat was an inexahaustible supply.
The stuff was running onto the floor, I could have gotten a bucketful. As
I smeared it on Liz's nose and lips, Pat started twitching.  She just
plastered her face up against Liz's cunt and started moaning, "Aaaahhhh,"
as her gut popped in and out.  Liz was snorting pretty good too and opened
her mouth so I could stick my sticky fingers in.  When I did she sucked 
them like she was trying to pry them loose.  While Pat was still cumming 
I got a fingerful of her cuntjuice and slid my finger up her asshole.  I
thought she was going to jump right through the roof.  She was cumming so
hard she lifted off the ground.  
	"Now Pat," I said, "about your wish to fuck Liz.  The time has come."
	I made her turn around and suck me off while I had Liz get on the
bed with her cunt where I could reach it.  I shoved in one of the double
dildo's arms, then told Pat to join Liz on the bed and stick the other arm
up her cunt.  She came just at the notion, and Liz meantime had on her face
just about the sexiest look I've ever seen.  The two sisters were *into* 
this idea, and lost no time getting connected.  It took some arranging, 
however, to get both their clits on the little head but I managed.  Then 
I plugged them in.  Jesus.  They went absolutely wild.  They were hopping 
all over that damn bed, yelling and crying and grinding into each other.
I couldn't hold myself any longer.  I stood over them on the bed and jerked
off as I babbled encouragement to them.  Pat really went bonkers watching
me pound my pud, and then came so hard when I started spewing come every
which way that she fell off the bed.  Liz was on her in a flash.  She had
Pat flat on her back with her butt raised and her legs in the air.  She 
then straddled her sister's crotch and lowered herself, the dildo still
engaged, onto Pat's cunt, whereupon the pair commenced writhing and grind-
ing in the most lascivious dance I've ever seen.  I squirted a stream of
come a good six feet and hit Liz in the back of the head with it.  Sub-
sequent streams trailed down her back.  I had the Hard-on From Hell though.
Even though I'd just lost a gallon of jism that sucker was like a rock.
I gathered up the come from Liz's hair and back and started smearing it
on her asshole.
	"Oooh," she said.  "Stick your finger up my ass!"
	So I did.  Then I reached around near their dildo and greased up 
the fingers of my other hand and stuck one of them in Pat's ass.  We were
all jumbled up like we were playing Twister.  I decided they needed more
than just fingers though, and got the other dildo.  I greased it up with
some hand cream, turned it on, and started tickling Pat's asshole with it.
They had been settling into a rhythm meanwhile, of slow, sensual writhing
accompanied by lip-biting and soft moans, building gradually to frantic,
screaming, bronc-busting orgasms, then subsiding back into the slow stuff.
By the time I got the dildo vibrating in Pat's ass, however, they were out
of sync, Pat cumming more often now.  What was I to do but grease up my 
cock and slip it up my wife's ass?  What's a gentleman for anyway? God, I
love to watch my dick slip in and out of a woman's asshole.  I was build-
ing up to shooting another wad when Pat said she had to take a break.
Liz agreed and I figured it would be a good idea to save myself for later,
so we all scrambled up onto the bed and fell in a heap of sighs.
	"Jesus," said Pat presently.  "Its been over two hours!"
	Liz and I laughed.
	"Oh God," said Liz.  "That was the most amazing two hours of my
entire life!  I mean, we've had great sex before, but this!"
	"Yeah," Pat replied.  "But I never even had great sex before!"
	"That ex-husband of yours always seemed like a dud to me," said Liz.
	"Oh brother!  Don't get me started on him."
	She looked fondly at me.
	"Now yours..." she said, and I felt like she wanted to touch me 
but didn't feel entitled.  I was, after all, her brother-in-law.  Liz must
have noticed too.
	"Yes," she said.  "Isn't he a dear?  Wouldn't you like to kiss 
him?"
	"You wouldn't mind?"
	"After what we just did, I should quibble over a kiss?"
	They laughed and pretty soon we were all hugging and kissing and
caressing and my cock was trying to poke through the ceiling.  Liz grabbed
it.
	"Look at this thing," she said.  "It's always like this.  As soon
as I start feeling the teensiest bit randy, boing!  He's got a boner.  Go
ahead and fondle it."
	So Pat fondled my dick while Liz grazed her fingertips over my
scrotum.  Heaven can't be any better than that.  Presently, Liz leaned 
across me and, touching Pat on the chin, kissed her lovingly.  Before long,
though, they were frenching like mad and panting and Liz's nips were like
rubies.  It suddenly struck me that Pat still had her tee-shirt on.
	"Here now," I said.  "You still have your shirt on."
	They left off kissing and broke apart.  They both had this panicked 
look.
	"Damn," I said to Pat.  "I've wanted to suck your tits for years!"
	"*My* tits?" she asked incredulously.
	"Sure!  Let's see 'em."
	She hesitated.  "They're not much to look at you know, they're not
like Liz's."
	"Liz's are marvelous, aren't they?"  I said.  "Fondle your breasts
for us Liz."
	But Liz was suddenly shy too, so I did it myself.  The room grew
quiet except for our heavy breathing as I palmed Liz's melons and shook
them and rolled her nips between my fingers.
	"C'mon," I said to Pat.  "You take one."
	When she hesitated I pinned her on her back and told Liz to lean
over her and play with her own tits.  When she leans over like that it's
mind-boggling, and when she finally gets into doing her own tits it'd 
make a dead man horny.  It didn't take long before Pat wanted her mouth
on her sister's tits, but I wouldn't let her.
	"What do you want?" I said.  "Huh?  what's that?  I can't hear
you."
	"I want to suck her tits," she finally blurted out, so I let her.
I'm an easy-going sort of guy.
	While she occupied herself with Liz's chest, much to Liz's enjoy-
ment, I ran my hands gently and lightly over her legs up to her belly.
Then I moved to her neck and arms, then back to her hips and waist.  I
spent a good long time on her navel because I love a good navel, then 
started sliding my arms up her sides and over her ribs.  When she stif-
fened I said, "Now cut the shit Pat.  I've waited years to see your cute 
little tits and now's the time."  Slowly I worked her shirt up until I 
found them, then I started licking her little nips.  She responded very 
well to gentle bites and when I sucked them and air at the same time.
Before long they were both randy as hell.  Right, thought I, the time has
come to fuck my sister-in-law.
	"Now you two," I said.  "Let's see some 69."
	No sooner said than done.  They were eager enough now.  I had Liz 
on the bottom with her head at the edge propped up by some pillows so I 
could get Pat's cunt up in the air.  They were going at it hot and heavy.
I stood behind Pat and after fingering her some I slipped in the hammer.
God, it was great to finally be fucking this little broad I'd been lusting
over for years.  
	"Look, Liz," I said.  "I'm fucking your sister."
	But Liz was out of it, and I had a helluva time not cumming my-
self, especially when Pat would, which  seemed like every few minutes.
Soon I decided to spice up the action a bit and got the one-armed dildo.
	"Keep licking," I told Pat as I started buzzing Liz's snatch. 
Liz responded very nicely I thought.  I spread her buns and started buzz-
ing her asshole.  She about flipped Pat onto the floor with her orgasm.
I pushed the dildo into Liz's cunt and got it sopping wet, then began
easing it into her asshole.  By the time I got it into her she was in
another dimension.  She was in a state of perpetual orgasm and complete-
ly oblivious to the world.  Then I moved around behind Pat again and 
fucked her some more, just to get juiced up.
	"Look at Liz," I said.  "She loves having that thing up her ass."
	Pat lifted her face and watched the dildo move in and out.
	"Rub both your clits," I said, and she immediately complied. 
	There's something about seeing a woman's fingers on her snatch
from the rear that has always revved me up.  After watching a while I said,
"I bet you wish you had something up your ass, don't you?"
	She moaned.
	"Sure you do," I said.  "Something like my cock maybe, huh?"
	She moaned louder.
	"Ask for it," I said, but she only moaned.
	I slapped her buns.  "Goddamit!" I said.  "Ask for it!  Tell me 
what you want and where you want it!"  And I whacked her buns a few more
times until they were flushed.
	"Uuunnh," she said.  "Please...fuck...me...unhunh...in...my...
uuuunnnh...my...ass..."
	Damn, I loved the way Pat could cum between words.  Well, I'm
not the guy to deny a lady's wishes now, am I?  So I slowly slipped her
the meat.  Her little bunghole grabbed my dick and did a real number on
it.  I was having one helluva time holding back.  Not even thinking about
baseball was working, so the next time they both started their pre-cum 
moaning I started grunting and growling too.  That turned them on even
more and pretty soon they were having gut-wrenchers.  I whipped my cock
out of Pat's asshole, 'cause, hey, I like to watch it squirt, and shot
streams of cum all the way up her back and clean over her head.  I al-
most made the floor on the other side of the bed.
	After that, we just collapsed, and after laying around in a heap 
for half an hour or so we discovered we were ravenous.  We went down to
the kitchen and cooled off for a while. 


		THE GREATHEADS MAKE NEW FRIENDS

The girls needed more hot underwear so we decided one Saturday morning
to hotfoot it over to the mall and visit the local lingerie shop.  The 
saleslady regarded us curiously, a man and two women.  Her name was 
Sally, according to her name clip, and I was regarding her curiously 
too.  She was one of those slim dames with big tasty hooters, sort of
a nervous, birdy face.  Nice looking though.  She followed Liz and Pat
around as they gathered armfuls of stuff to try on.  Even when they 
went giggling off to the dressing room she continued to hover in the 
neighborhood.  She was pretty surprised when Liz came prancing out in 
red bra and g-string, and not much bra either.  She shot a quick look 
at the door, but no one was there.  
    "What do you think?"  says Liz.
    "I don't know," says I, getting behind her and grabbing her tits.
"C'mere Sally," I said as I pushed Liz's bouncers up, nearly overflow-
ing the cup.  "Do you have something that does this to her knockers?"
    Sally shot a shocked look at Liz who laughed and said, "Oh Gunner,
you're such a pig."
    "Uh, yeah", said Sally uncertainly.  "I think so."
    Pretty soon she produced some more goods, and off toddled Liz.
    "Nice tits," I said looking at Sally's.
    "I beg your pardon?" she said, shocked again.
    "Liz," I said pointing to the dressing room.  "She's got nice tits."
    After a pause she said, "Yes, I suppose she does."
    "Now, Pat", I continued, "the other one in there, she's flat as a 
pancake.  Not that I mind, 'cause she's just sexy as all hell.  But she's 
kinda nervous about it.  You might not understand that," I said again 
staring at her healthy shelf.
    "No," she said quickly, "I mean, yes, I do understand, I ... we often
get ah ... less endowed women in here."
    "Great!" I said.  "Listen, maybe you could help her out?  You know, 
pick out a few things for her to try on?"
    "Sure," she said and went off collecting things from here and there.
By the time she got back Liz was out of the dressing room again wearing 
next to nothing.  She was quite a sight.  I had a hard-on down to my knee. 
As Sally watched stupified Liz went thru a series of poses.  She bent down
and wiggled her tits around, she turned around and grabbed her ankles 
showing off one spectacular ass, then she turned back around and squatted
with her legs spread wide apart.  Sally was getting pretty nervous.  On 
the one hand she was clearly worried someone would come into the store, 
on the other she was pretty stimulated by our antics.  Just then Pat came
out wearing a see-thru body stocking, and I do mean see-thru.  Sally gasped,
again partially in fear and partially because of Pat's superb little body 
and shaved beaver.
    "Oh my!" said Pat looking at Liz.  "You look like a Penthouse center-
fold!"
    "You look pretty tasty yourself," said Liz eyeing Pat from head to foot.
    "Yeah!"  I said.  "I have half a mind to jump on you right here."
    Sally sort of groaned.
    "Oh," I said, "Pat, Sally here has some things for you to try on."
    "Good," said Pat, smiling at Sally.  Sally handed Pat the stuff and 
blushed. 
    As Pat started back to the dressing room I said, "We gotta have that 
body stocking though.  It's mega-sexy."  
    "Jesus," said Liz watching Pat walk off before herself heading back. 
"That is one sweet ass!"
    "Amen," said I to Sally.  I hope the stuff you gave her shows off that 
ass.  An asset like that needs to be flaunted, don't you think?"
    "Yes," she whispered, obviously relieved the two girls were out of sight.
    "What do you show off?"  I asked.
    That got her.  She was speechless.
    "I mean, you certainly do have some nice features."
    She was just about to say something when out came Pat stark naked except 
for some flimsy pants thing pulled up one leg.
    "Excuse me," she said.  "Could you help me with this?  I just don't seem 
to understand it."
    Sally was in such a panic she nearly shoved Pat back into the dressing 
room.  I was left alone.  I could hear them talking though, discussing what 
the thing was and how to put it on.  Soon Liz had joined them, and there was
much talk about how sexy they each looked.  Then Liz said the magic words.
    "What do you look like in this Sally?  I'll bet you look super!"
    "Oh yes!"  said Pat.  "I'll bet you do.  Try it on.  I want to see how 
you look."
    "Oh, great idea!" said Liz.  "Oh don't worry, no one's out there but the 
Gunner.  He'll take care of everything."
    "Hey Gunner!" she called.  "Let us know if any customers come in, OK?"
    "Sure thing," I said, 'cause you can depend on me.
    Well, soon Pat was saying, "Oh what nice tits, what perfect little 
nipples!", and Liz was chiming in with "Beautiful legs too, and Gunner would 
go nuts over that ass."  I was going nuts too, just listening to them.  Then 
Sally said, in a very quiet voice, "What are you doing?"
    "Oh," said Pat, shaky.  "Please don't mind.  You're just so sexy and I 
got really turned on."
    Liz laughed.  "Pat loves to rub her clit," she said.  "Don't pay any 
attention to her.  If it really bothers you she'll stop.  Now let's see what 
your tits look like hanging out of this thing.  Maybe if we mushed them up a 
little higher like this."
    Suddenly it got pretty quiet.  Then gradually it got not so quiet.  First 
I could distinguish Pat's heavy breathing, then someone else was having 
trouble breathing regularly and was even beginning to moan a bit.  I figured 
it must be Sally.  Next, Liz says, "Lick her clit Pat, her sweet juicy clit",
and then Pat said, "Put this foot up on the seat like that," and then Sally 
really started moaning.  My cock was ripping thru my pants.
    "Jesus," I thought, "if a woman comes in here now she's in big trouble."
    Just then in walked this total babe.
    Yeah yeah, she was over 40 and her face wasn't all that great, but hey, 
I'm eclectic.  Besides, she had a boffo bod.  She was wearing this short 
little skirt and high-heeled clogs and her legs were perfect, or at least 
one of the several varieties of perfect.  They were long and calfy and 
slightly bow-legged.  And if they weren't enough to make me cream my jeans 
her tits certainly were.  Her tank-top was fighting a losing battle.  She 
started rummaging around while I just gawked at her and listened to the 
shenanigans inside the dressing room, which the new babe was too far away to 
hear.  Finally, she looked at me and held up this lacy black bra.
    "Do you have this in a 36D?"  she asked.
    "Do I?" I said, or rather tried to say.  My voice just squeeked however.
After clearing my throat I said, "Uh, let me look and see."
    I went over to her and started rummaging around in the bras.  She must 
have noticed my pants sticking out in front, but I was beyond embarassment.  
Finally I found a 36C bra, but it was different than hers.
    "Well," I said.  "This is your size and I bet you'd look great in it."
    "Oh, do you think so?" she said, and took it and held it up to her tits.
    "Mmm," I said.  "Very nice.  Even with the tank-top."
    "OK," she said.  "I'll try it on."
    "No!  Wait!" I cried, and she looked at me, startled.
    "I mean, don't you want to get a few other things together first?  So 
you can try them all on at the same time?"
    "Well, I was thinking of some new stockings..."
    All too soon I had her fixed up with a few pairs of hot stockings, some 
new undies, and a couple of garter belts.  Again she started toward the 
dressing room.
    "Oh gee," I said.  "I forgot.  The dressing rooms are closed for repair."
    "Why that's ridiculous!" she said.  "Where can I try these on?"
    "Um, well, over there in that corner begind that rack of dresses is 
pretty private," I said.
    She looked mighty suspicious at first, but then she gradually softened 
and smiled.
    "OK," she said.  And off she went leaving me feeling pretty shaky in the 
middle of the store.
    "Excuse me," she called a minute later.  "Could you come here a second?"
    No sooner said than done, lady.  She was standing behind the clothes 
rack still dressed as before.
    "What do you think of this?" she said, pulling up her tank top but not 
removing it.  She had on the bra I had picked out.
    "Oh my," I moaned.  "They're, I mean, that's beautiful."
    She pulled her shirt back down with a huge grin.
    "Do you have any of those open ones?" she asked.
    Be still my beating heart, I thought, and trundled off to see what I 
could find.  When I returned she was wearing some white net stockings.
    "How do you like these?" she said, turning her legs this way and that. 
She had marvelous quads and calves.
    "Very nice," I said.  "How far up do they go?"
    Quite coyly she bit her lip and started edging her skirt higher and 
higher.  Since it was short to begin with it didn't take long to reach the 
top of  the stockings.
    "Oh," I said.  "You have on one of the garter belts I see."
    "Yes," she said, pulling her skirt up to her waist.  "Like it?"
    "I sure do," I said trying to adjust my clothes around my hard-on, which 
made her laugh.  "The panties are nice too.  French cut.  Let's see the back."
    She turned around and I nearly pounced on her right there.  Her ass was 
just beautiful, so smooth, so firm, and her legs from the back were as good 
as from the front.
    "God," I said in sheer admiration.  "What a body you have."
    "Let me try on that bra," she said turning back around and taking the 
open-faced bra from me.  "Turn around."
    A minute later she said I could look.  Good God.  Her nipples were small
and pink and standing to attention, all puckered up.  Her face was flushed 
and as she held her tank-top up she pushed her breasts together with her 
forearms.
    "You know," I said.  "You are one sexy woman.  A fucking vision, a 
walking wet dream."
    She said nothing but she ate it up.  After a few seconds of feasting my 
eyes she reached back and undid the bra.
    "Well," she said rather shakily.  "You better pack this stuff up."
    As she removed the bra she brushed her arms across her nipples and 
shuddered.  So did I.  Leaving her shirt up around her neck she reached down 
and undid the snaps on her garter belt, then slowly rolled down the stockings.
Next came the garter belt, and then turning her back to me she bent down and
stripped off the panties.  I moved up to her ass and caressed it.  When she 
stood back up I reached around and fondled her tits, massaging them and 
rolling the nipples around.  I also started Frenching her ear and neck and 
pretty soon her breath was ragged as hell.  Mine too.  I trailed one hand 
down her front and found her bush.  She was drenched.  I like that.  I was 
about to suggest we retire to the back room when Pat burst out of the dress-
ing room.  She had all her clothes back on, but she was still pretty breath-
less.  She startled us and we broke our clinch and I turned around.  The 
woman hid behind me pulling her shirt down and getting herself together.  
When Pat saw us she stopped for just a second, then ran up and grabbed me.
    "C'mon Gunner," she said.  "They need your help in there.  Sally 
especially needs your help."
    "But...," I babbled and indicated the babe in the short skirt.
    "Don't worry," said Pat.  "I'll take care of your customer."
    And she pushed me into the dressing room.  It was real easy to figure 
out what stall Liz and Sally were in.  I just followed the groaning and 
smell of pussy.  I found them on the floor crushing their cunts together 
and writhing about frantically.
    "Quick!" said Liz.  "Sally needs a cock!"
    Well, that's why I'm around.  I had it in my hand in no time.
    "Put it in my mouth!" Sally gasped.
    Why surely.
    She was a damned good cocksucker.  You could tell she liked doing it.  
She tickled my balls too, and I always like that.
    "Don't come yet," she said.  "I need to get fucked first."
    Whatever you say, lady.
    She let go of my dick and flipped over on her hands and knees.
    "Now!" she said.  "Do it to me now!"
    Man, I just love sliding into a super wet beaver, and between Pat and 
Liz this beaver was wet!  Liz laid down under Sally and started tongueing 
her clit while playing with her own.  We were beginning to really get the 
rhythmn when suddenly a man was yelling out in the store.
    "Oh my God!" cried Sally, and we jumped up, quickly adjusted our cloth-
ing, and ran out of the dressing room.
    There we found this bald-headed guy grabbing the 40 year old babe by 
the shoulder and yelling, "What the fuck is going on here?"
    "What s-ss--seems to be the pro-problem?" stammered Sally clearly 
flushed with sexual excitement.
    "The problem?"  the guy yelled.  "I come in here and find my wife, 
my wife, this woman (indicating Pat), this woman and and..."
    He didn't seem able to get it out for sputtering.
    "What were you doing?" I asked Pat calmly.
    "I was sucking her cunt," she replied, just as calmly.  "I had her bent 
over the counter and was eating her from behind.  It was quite nice, wasn't 
it?"  The woman almost said yes, but her old man was at it again, ranting 
and raving.  Just as I was wondering what we should do with him he stopped 
dead in his tracks.  I followed his gaze and there in the doorway to the 
back room stood Liz.  I've said before that Liz was a big broad, and now 
she had on this leather outfit just like the S&M types wear.  Spike-heeled 
boots, garter belt, black leather gloves and bra.  And a whip.
    "You!" she hissed.  "Shut your trap and get over here!"
    The guy was mesmerized.  He staggered over to her.
    "On your knees, pig!"  she growled, and the guy flopped down on his 
knees.  "Now crawl into the back room", and she waved the rest of us in too.
Inside she said, "Now scum.  You need to be punished, don't you?", and the 
guy nodded dumbly.  "Gunner here got Sally's cunt juice all over his nice 
big cock and I want you to clean it off."
    The guy shot me a look of fear.  I just scratched my head.
    Whack!  She hit him on the back with the whip, and the guy like to 
jump thru the roof.  He liked it tho, you could tell.
    "Crawl over to the Gunner," she said, and the guy did.
    "Undo his belt."  He did.
    "Pull down his zipper with your teeth."  He did.
    "Hmm," I thought.  "She's serious.  Am I gonna let this dweeb suck my 
dick?"
    Then I noticed his wife watching and she was way hot about the whole 
scene, as well as grooving on hubby's humiliation.  Well, who am I to dis-
appoint a lady?
    "Fish his dick out - carefully!"
    "Lick it clean!"
    "Now suck!"
    Geez, the guy wasn't half bad.  Of course it helps when you're enthused 
and he was that.  The shit probably always wanted to suck a big dick but was
too much of a weasel to just go do it.  He needed Liz and her whip to 
"force" him into it.  Liz had him take down his pants so she could give it 
to him on his bare ass.  The guy just ate it up, pun intended.  Meanwhile, 
Pat and his wife were going at it again.  The woman was bending over leaning 
on the back of a chair while Pat knelt behind her with her nose up her cunt 
licking her clit.  Jesus, Pat loves to eat cunt.  Sally was standing in the 
doorway keeping one eye on us and one on the store, and busily rubbing her 
crotch.  All in all, it was a fun time for everyone.  Then Liz whips out 
this big vibrator and stuffs it up her cunt so she's coming while she's 
whacking this guy.  After some of that she bends down and rams the vibe up 
the guy's ass.  Jesus, talk about instant deep throat!  The guy jumped 
forward which of course crammed my dick right down his throat.  At first,
he started choking and gagging, but then he caught the rhythm and opened 
his throat.  The worm was in seventh heaven.  Meat up both ends, and even 
if the meat up his ass was really plastic at least it had some great motion.
Between watching her old man and getting tongued by Pat the wife was into 
one long succession of orgasms.  Sally was having a few too, spazzing up 
against the door jamb.
    Then Liz decided the guy should sit up and masturbate while I schtupped
his wife.  Well now, that was a damned fine idea.  I'd wanted to fuck her 
back an hour or so ago in the store but hadn't been able to, so Pat scooted 
further under the woman and continued licking her clit while I fucked her 
from behind.  She had a nice cunt too, and it's great to fuck a woman who's 
just coming constantly.
    "OK, now," said Liz after a bit.  "Don't come yet Gunner.  We want to 
save it for Ol' Baldy here.  He's gonna swallow everything you got.  But 
first you need some more cunt juice on your cock.  Fuck Sally next, then Pat,
then me."
    Sally was so hot she didn't waste any time at all.  She whipped up her 
skirt and bent over the wife's back, reaching around and grabbing her lovely 
tits.  Her panties, of course, were history.  After Sally had a few orgasms, 
thanks partly to Pat doing things underneath her and the wife, she got back 
to watching the store and Pat took her place.  Pat, of course, came a ton, 
as she always does, then went back to Frenching the wife.  Liz was next.  
She bent over the guy, still moving the vibrator around in his ass, and I 
slipped it to her.
    "I don't know how much longer I can hold out," I told her as she hit 
him here and there with the butt of the whip.  Just then she came.  Always 
timely, that one.
    "Now," she said.  "Stick it back in his face."
    Well, he went right back to deep throating and groaning and licking and 
sucking like his life depended on it, and I wasn't going to hold out much 
longer.  That guy was getting to be a great cocksucker.
    Liz looked at me and said, "You may fire when ready Gunner."
    So I did.  And did.  And did.  I mean, I came a ton, and as I was I 
noticed I could see the guy's hard-on in this mirror and he was doing the 
damnedest thing.  Everytime I shot a wad, he swallowed it then shot one of 
his own.  No one was touching him, but he was coming just the same, and 
everytime I did.  It was like I was shooting come right thru him and out 
his dick.  It was totally weird.
    Well, when I finally ran out of sperm I leaned back against the wall and 
watched Liz knock the guy around some more.  His wife was shuddering and 
yelling, "Uh uh uh" over and over as Pat nearly had her head up the woman's 
cunt, and Sally was shivering up against the door jamb again.  I wrote my 
phone number on a piece of paper and gave it to the wife.  She smiled, got 
herself together, and said, "Come on Harvey, let's go home."  Harvey got up,
dressed sheepishly and slinked off without looking at me.  That's gratitude
for you.  The three of us grappled with Sally some, then said, Well, time 
to go, but we'll be back some time, and off we went.  Out in the parking lot
we realized we hadn't bought any new undies.


		THE GREATHEADS DELIVER THE PIZZA BOY

"OK," said Pat, her soft voice floating in from the dining room.  "Your
costume's ready!"
	"Mmm," I said, watching Liz run her lips around the knob of my cock.
Liz said nothing.  Pat came into the living room.
	"C'mon you guys," she said.  "Try it on."
	Liz started tickling my scrotum and deep throating me.  Up, down, 
up, down.
	"Uh, gee," I said.  "I'm a little busy at the moment."
	"Oh Gunner!  Don't act like you never get your rocks off, OK?
Besides, now's the perfect time to try it on - while you have a hard-on."
	Liz looked up at her sister and laughed.
	"When doesn't he have a hard-on?" she said, stroking my cock.
	"C'mon now," Pat whined.  "I've been working on this costume for days."
	"And it's best if I try it on while I'm hard, eh?  Sounds intriguing."
	Liz agreed, so we went into the dining room, she pulling me along by 
the dick.
	"Goddam Pat," I said.  "It's a fucking horse's costume!"
	"Fucking horse is right!" she laughed, and stuck her hand thru a big
fly she'd made in the bottom half.  "You're the back end you big stud, and 
Liz is the front.  Now both of you take off your clothes."
	Next thing you know I was standing in this ridiculous get-up and Pat
was pulling my weeny thru the fly.
	"Hmm," she said.  "Needs some stiffening."  And she knelt down and
picked up where her sister left off.  Liz, meanwhile, was looking pretty
sexy in a pretty weird way.  The horse's front came halfway down her waist
so it looked like Mr. Ed had suddenly grown some great legs and a well-
trimmed beaver.
	"Ahem," she said, after a few minutes of watching Pat suck me off.
	Pat jumped up.  "Sorry," she said, "let my mind wander a bit there."
Then she had us both bend over and made me stick my face in Liz's beautiful
butt.  As she buttoned us together I found I had two free hands and a tongue
and then my nose was up Liz's poop chute and my tongue was in her snatch and
my hands were here and there and Liz was groaning.
	"Boy," said Pat.  "Can't leave you two alone for a second.  Stop that!
Don't you know that's not how married folks act?"
	I couldn't see shit in there, no pun intended, but I could hear Pat
walking all around us.
	"Looks good," she said.  Then she grabbed my cock.  "Especially this
part."
	Then I was doing Liz and Pat was doing me.  After a while she said,
"Now for something I've always wanted to do - get fucked by a horse."
	Then she moved some chairs around and pushed Liz and me this way and
that, and then she wrapped her legs around my waste and shoved it home.  It
was wild.
	"Oooh," said Liz.  "I like that, Pat!"
	"What's up?" I moaned.
	"She's cut a hole between my legs and is doing my clit."
	Boy, that Pat.  Ingenious.
	Just then the door bell rang.
	"Oh shit!" said Pat, wriggling free.  "The pizza!"
	So there I stood, face in my wife's butt, cock sticking out of this
horsey costume, making Liz moan, while Pat answered the door.  At first there
were the usual pizza delivery sounds but then something about the silence
told me the delivery person had noticed us and was staring.  Something about
the silence and Pat's soft laughter, that is.  Then Pat said, "Thank you,"
and the door closed.
	"We'll warm the pizza up later," said Pat.  "Right now I have to get
my nut."  Then she started sucking me off again.  And man, she really went
after it too.
	"Wow," I said.  "You must be really hot, Pat."
	"Mmmm," she said.
	Then there was some rustling around and a hand was rubbing my cock
around a tight little ass.
	"I need this up my butt," Pat said, and zip!, in it went.  Then she
started really thrashing around.  We were all going at it pretty good.  I
had a coupla fingers on Liz's clit, my tongue in her soaking cunt, my nose
in her asshole, and my dick in Pat's ass.  I thought.  Then there was this
odd, sort of masculine, whining sound.  At first I didn't think much of it,
I was too hot myself.  I just thought, "Geez, never heard Pat make that 
sound before," and it kind of spurred me on.  But when it was followed by
very male grunting I froze.
	"What the fuck?"  I said.  Then Pat broke up.
	"Don't stop," she said, laughing.  "The pizza boy loves it you big
stud!"
	And that started Liz laughing, and her laughing while she was so 
turned on resulted in a big twitching orgasm, and I just love it when I make
a woman come.
	"What the fuck," I said, shrugging.  "Any port in a storm, eh?"  And
I fell back into stroke.
	"Oh God!" yelled the pizza boy.  "Oh God!  Fuck me you big horsy
sonuvabitch!  Ream my ass!"
	"Jesus," I said.  "Hey, pipe down willya?  How'm I gonna pretend 
you're Liza Minelli when you're yelling like that?"
	Damn if the little snot didn't start singing "Cabaret"!  Pretty good
too.  Sounded just like ol' fag hag herself.  The boy obviously practiced.
I was losing my stroke though, until Liz suddenly flung her legs up over my 
shoulders, grabbed me around the waist and stuck her head down by my horsy
fly.
	"Turn him over," she said.  "Get his dick in here and I'll suck it."
	Well that started a bunch of jostling and muttering and Pat even
had to enlarge the fly but pretty soon the pizza boy's dick was poking 
through the same hole I was, but his was in Liz's mouth and mine was in his
ass.  Meantime, I had Liz's cunt right there under my nose so ...  Before
long we were all getting pretty serious about dumping a load and so apparent-
ly was Pat because she jumped on my back and started rubbing her bald little
cunt all over me yelling some shit about "Giddyup" and "Ride 'im cowboy!"
Then the pizza boy said, "Oh God, you people are craaazyyy" and his asshole
started twitching and Liz started drooling his come all over the place and
man, was that asshole twitching, I mean, jesus, it was having an orgasm of
its own and my old hammer was loving it.  That's one thing about a cock.  It
don't give a shit whether the hole is male or female, human or liver, or
nothing, just so the hole grabs it, pulls on it, sucks it, milks it.  And
that's exactly what this hole here was doing - milking.  I'd say it got about
a quart of non-pasteurized come before it stopped hopping and jerking around.
Anyway, I fell in a heap, I was pretty tired holding up Liz and having Pat
hanging on my back, so I don't know how we got it all untangled but by the
time I got the horse suit off the pizza boy was gone and it was dinner time.


			SEX FLAGS OVER THE GREATHEADS

	So one bright sunshiny day we were off in the van to the local 
amusement park.  Liz drove, Pat rode shotgun, I sprawled in the back seat.
For easy access the girls wore short little sundresses with split-crotch 
panties, and I wore these baggy shorts.  Of course, the girls had their 
vibrators along and buzzed each other silly the whole way.  Once in a while,
Pat would climb into the back for some flagpole sitting.  They had a grand 
time driving truckers nuts and shocking the Sunday drivers.  We passed this
one family that was particularly funny.  Pat had her feet on the dashboard
and that look on her face as we passed them.  Mom was scandalized, but Dad
(driving) and Junior (in the back seat) couldn't see enough.  They'd pass us,
both male necks craning, then we'd pass them.  One time Pat showed them the 
vibrator, next time she mooned them, and finally she mooned them with the vibe
up her snatch.  The guys were in a heavy sweat and Mom was having kittens.
The last time they passed us she was slapping the shit out of Dad.
	After they pulled off we started with the chartered bus.  It was
full of high school sophomores, 15 and 16 year olds, also on their way to
the amusement park.  As we pulled up next to the last couple of windows
Liz propped her left leg up against the door and started rubbing her crotch.
The one boyface at the window quickly became half a dozen as Liz slowly inched 
her dress up over her bald beaver.  Right about then Pat figured it was time
to start squeezing Liz's thigh, and the bus damn near tipped over from all the
boys rushing to the left rear.  When Pat started rubbing Liz's clit between her 
thumb and forefinger Liz sighed and pulled in behind the bus.  The kids in the
back had a great view.  Liz undid her top and out popped those wondrous tits, 
as well as several pairs of teen-aged eyes.
	"Jesus!" I yelled as the car started spazzing out.  "Can't you cum
without killing us?"
	With Liz taken care of, Pat got her feet back up on the dashboard
for a return bout with Plastic Man, after which she decided the younguns needed 
a sex-ed demo, and got in back with me.
	"After all," she said whipping out Peter O'Toole, "we haven't given the
girls much to look at so far, have we?"
	And sure enough, there were a couple of girl-types gaping down at
the big salami as Pat stroked it.  Then she gave them a big grin and swallowed
the fucker.  I could almost hear the gasp in the bus.  After throating me
a bit she hoisted up her dress, faced the audience, and hid the salami.
Then we played "Now you see it, now you don't".  All God's Chillun, male and
female, were taking notes.  Pat told me to let her know when I was ready so she
could show them how it's done, and I timed it so we were approaching the
parking lot.  Pat hopped off and the kids gawped as my load ricocheted off
the car ceiling.
	"Wow," said Pat as she squeezed me dry.
	"Yeah," I said.  "Those little girls are pretty sexy.  Especially that
Oriental one."
	At the parking lot entrance booths the bus went one way and we went
another, but no sooner were we inside the park than a bunch of teenage boys
started yelling and waving at us.  So naturally Liz and Pat saunter over to
meet them.
	"So," says Liz.  "Who has the biggest pecker?"
	Laughing, giggling, finger pointing.
	"Fuck that," says Pat.  "Who can shoot the furthest?  That's what I want 
to know."
	"Yeah," says Liz.  "And last the longest?"
	"Shit," says Pat.  "Kids this age don't need to last long.  I bet
they can cum 4, 5 times in a row."
	This trash talking was making a big hit with the boys, but I was
looking around for those couple of girls who'd been so interested in my,
ahem, manhood.  Just as I spotted one, this blonde cheerleader-type, looking at
me from a ways off I noticed some chaperoney looking persons beginning to
eyeball Liz and Pat.
	"C'mon," I said, taking Liz by the arm.  "Let's blow this popstand."
	"But can't we spend some time with these nice young men?" she
asked, oh so demurely.
	"Okay," I said to the boys.  "See that chicken joint over there?
You can't see it from here, but there's a couple of rest rooms behind it.
We'll go over there now and get set up.  You guys come on in after your
keepers over there forget about us."
	I knew about this restroom from my last trip there.  The guy who
put it there must have been gay, because it was perfectly laid out for
hanky-panky.  Not only was it tucked away unseen, it had two sides, so most
people would just walk in, take a leak in the first urinal they saw and buzz
off.  Why go around to the other side?  Well, last time I was here, I
happened to see a pair of swishers going around to the other side.  Nudge
nudge, wink wink, say no more.
	I went in first to scout the place, then called to the girls when
I saw the main side was empty.  As we went around the other side, though,
damn if we didn't hear some mighty peculiar sounds coming from one of the
stalls.  With my finger to my lips I motioned the girls to look under the
door.  Two feet sitting at the pot, two standing facing it.  Hmm.  Quietly
we entered the stall on each side and stood on the john to look over the
partitions:  one guy standing there moaning with his hands in this other
guy's hair, his cock down the guy's throat.  The guy sitting and sucking
has hold of the other guy's butt and his thumb crammed up his ass.
	"Gee," says Liz across from me.  "We should have that cocksucker
over to give us lessons."
	Her voice galvanized the two fags, and out popped the dick, but its
owner must have been all set to cum anyway because he shot a wad right in
his buddy's eye.
	"Ow!" the guy yells.  "Watch where you're pointing that thing!"
	Squirt!  Another load for the other eye.
	"It's women!" the shooter yells.  Then he sees me.  "And a real
hunk!  Come on in here big boy and I'll show your girl friends how it's
done."
	"Oh yes," says the cocksucker after wiping his eyes.  "I'll bet
you're a monster."
	And damn if he don't start wanking off right there in front of us.
Shameless bastards.
	"Look," I said as I heard the boys arriving.  "We got a bunch of
teenage boys about to show up.  You two stay put in there, and don't be
bugging them or I'll knock the shit out of you."
	"Ooh," says the guy jerking off.  "You old meany."
	"Oh God," says the other.  "If that monster hits me I'll come all
over you again Stanley."
	I sighed.  What can you do?  The boys were here anyway, and Liz and
Pat had hopped off their john to be good little hostesses.  About a dozen of
the little turds, half of them already had their weenies out by the time I 
got out of my stall.
	"Oooh, Tommy!" squeeled Stanley from inside his stall.  "Look at
all the fresh meat!"
	"Okay," I announced.  "Keep down the noise or the park fuzz'll be
in here and no one will get their nut.  I'll go stand guard and make sure
trouble doesn't find it's way down this side."
	As I left to lurk near the door I saw the stall with Tommy and
Stanley open up.  Oh well, I figured, Pat and Liz can probably handle them
better than I can anyway.  They had the boys in a circle and were making
the rounds helping with the wanking and stooping down for a lick or two.
They didn't want to kneel on the floor though so they each took a stall
and the boys queued up.  Damn if some of them didn't line up at Stanley
and Tommy's stalls.  Pretty soon there was one helluva lot of cocksucking 
going on in that restroom, and everytime one of the little nippers was about
to dump a load his personal cocksucker, be it Liz or Pat or Stanley or Tommy,
would lead him out to a certain crack on the floor to finish him off by
hand.  Then they'd keep track of who shot the furthest wad and who shot
the biggest.  And no sooner had some kid creamed on the floor than he'd
get in some other line to start over again.  I tellya it gave new meaning
to the phrase "fountain of youth".
	After a bit I was getting tired of this shit and wanted to do some
rides, but couldn't see how to end it.  Bingo, right on cue, in walks this
big dumb park guard.  Holy shit.  He walks past without even noticing
me and just about soils his shorts.  Luckily, both Liz and Pat were in
their stalls right then and all he saw was Stanley, whom he chased into a
stall, me right behind him.  Just as he was about to grab Stanley I grabbed
him:  around the chest with one arm and through the crotch with the other.
I lifted the dirtbag up and turned him upside down.  Stanley split, along
with everybody else, and I plunged the guard's head into the john.  I was
beginning to enjoy myself as I stomped on the flush handle with my left
foot.  Nothing like giving some dufuss a swirly to lift my spirits.  Too
bad I didn't have time for a chocolate swirly though.  So then I dumped 
the spluttering bozo onto the deck and raced out to the door where I stopped
and rammed myself up against the wall.  In just seconds the sodden guard
galumphed up and grabbed me.  I looked at him, startled, then made sure he
saw me notice his uniform.
	"Ah,"  I said.  "I assume you are pursuing that oaf who just nearly ran
me down."
	"What?" he said.  Quick on the uptake, this one.
	"A big guy," I spelled it out for him.  "Just ran past me.  Knocked me
up against the wall.  He was with a curly-haired guy in blue shorts and a
pink shirt."
	That was what my friend Stanley was wearing.  Stanley was the fag he'd
seen you may recall.  Nice touch that.  It was the truthful detail that set
him off in wild pursuit, his head soaked in toilet water.  I found Liz and
Pat in line for the sky ride.  They giggled when they saw me, told me how
nice I was to have around.  They had this pimple-faced kid with them.
	"So who's this?" I asked.
	"This is Greg," said Liz.  "He still hasn't popped his wad, so we're 
gonna do him on the sky ride."
	"Great," I said, not very enthusiastically.  I didn't want to get tossed
out of the park before riding any coasters for God's sake.  But I like to
humor the girls.  After all, they're each one in a million, aren't they?  So
as soon as we're out of the station they got Greg's tubesteak out and Liz is
sitting next to the kid letting him feel her wondrous tits while Pat is down
on the floor out of sight sucking him off.  Shit, I was getting a bit stiff
myself.  When we reach the top Pat hops up and says the kid's about to spurt,
so they make him stand up and stick his dick over the side for the big event.
Liz reaches through his legs and tickles his balls while Pat wanks him off by
hand.  Some alcoholic hillbillies in the car approaching us are struck dumb,
and, squirt, there goes Greg onto the folks below.  Talk about hocking lugies.
This kid apparently hadn't come yet this year 'cause he dumped one helluva
load on the innocent bystanders below.  I saw one huge glob nail this old fat
broad on her bare shoulder.  She looked at her shoulder, then up at us, so I
waved, being the friendly type.  Damn if she didn't smile and scoop the cum 
up in her hand, then lick her hand clean.  Made me want to puke.  I mean, some
people!
	After we lost Greg we finally did some rides, which we managed without
attracting too much attention.  The only problem came when the girls got soaked
on this flume ride and their tits were so visible they might as well have taken
off their shirts.  Liz, of course, got most of the attention, with her world-
class knockers, but I noticed flat-chested Pat had her fans too.  At long last
we got to the coaster, the main reason I go to this park.  It was a classic old
woodie, built back in the 30's, not all that big but plenty wild.  It had a
nice setting too.  After it left the station it meandered off into the woods
and down a gully so there was actually some privacy.  Just a lap bar too, none
of those goddamn horse collars.  A real sweet ride.  Liz and I usually rode in 
the back seat where you get the wildest ride, and Pat would sit in the seat 
right in front of us.  Often, she rode alone but sometimes another single rider
would join her.  One time Liz decided to combine coasters and sex.  She'd gotten
horny again from eyeballing all the scantily-clad people and attracting so much
attention on the flume. So on the way up the lift this one time she starts rubbing 
her crotch and grinning at me.  Pat was right in front of her, and some guy about 
30 or so was in front of me.  Liz's giggling and sighing caused him to look back 
and I thought his eyes would pop right out of his head.  Just then we hit the drop 
and the guy's attention snapped back to the coaster.  Not for long though.  Liz 
kept it up the whole way to the turn-around, by which time she was having a really 
good time.  At first the guy just snuck peaks, but then he saw Pat looking back and 
grinning and he glanced quickly at me and saw I didn't mind, so in no time at all 
he was gawking with his tongue hanging out.  Going over a camelback I heard Pat say,
"Oh my!  Look at this!", and her hand dropped into the guy's lap.  We all got a 
little air time on that speed bump but that guy somehow got more than the rest of us. 
As we were pulling into the station Liz was growling and the guy was moaning.
	"Well," said I as we disembarked.  "Looks like we better go around again, eh?"
	"Yeah," said Liz.  "I didn't quite finish."
	The guy, meantime, was trying to walk in such a way as to hide his hard-on.
	"How 'bout you?" Pat asked him going out the exit.  "Wanna go around again?"
	"You got that right," he said.  "Let me just square it with my wife first."
	She was this dumpy type sitting on a bench.  She didn't seem pleased he 
wanted to go again, and she was even less pleased when she tumbled that he was with 
these two hot broads.  Fortunately the line wasn't very long.  Liz ground up against 
the metal railing and Pat brushed up against the guy's weenie as much as she could. 
I caught this young girl, a regular hot tamale, sneaking peaks at our shenanigans and
suddenly realized it was the cheerleader-type from the bus.  She looked even better 
up close and personal.  Very nice young athletic legs. When I smiled at her she turned 
beet red and looked away.  I noticed as we all boarded, however, that she snuck another
peak at the guy's boner.  We were barely out of the station before Pat and Liz were both 
at it.  I could tell by the back of the cheerleader's head she could hear them, and 
sure enough she leaned over to her boyfriend (cheerleaders always have boyfriends) and 
said something.  A few seconds later Mr. Nonchalant looks back and nearly chokes when 
he sees Pat's hands all over this guy's tentpole.  When we hit the drop the guy didn't 
know whether to shit or cream his jeans.  He let out something between a yowl and and a 
groan.  Liz's shriek, meanwhile, was pure sex, and gave the cheerleader and her beau 
goose bumps.  Really, I could see them.  At the bottom of the drop the beau's arm moved 
into the cheerleader's lap and she looked quickly at him, surprised by something. I 
can't imagine what.  By the turn-around there were three plenty hot people in the last 3 
seats of that train.  Liz was yelling her head off and thrashing around, the guy with
Pat was grunting and groaning, and the cheerleader's head hung down then rolled around 
in concentration.  Just as we hit the station Liz yelled, "Now!" and started bucking 
and whining and nearly crying, Pat's guy let out an "Aaaaarrrggh!" and came in his 
pants, and the cheerleader nearly hopped out of the car.  We all gave the coaster a big
hand as we pulled into the station.
	The cheerleader needed help walking and Pat's friend toddled back to his wife 
with bowlegs 'cause his shorts were full of cum, and Liz's panties were so wet I wanted
to throw them at the guy's wife to see if they'd stick to her face.
	"Gee," said Pat.  "That looked pretty good.  I think I'll try it."
	"Wait," said Liz.  "How 'bout if I do you?"
	"Great!  What about you Gunner?"
	"No sweat," I said.  "I'm getting off watching, and I don't think I need a wad 
of cold wet sperm in my shorts just yet."
	We all laughed as we watched the guy hobble off with his wife yakking at him. 
Well, for once, he had the last laugh.  This time Liz and Pat got in the back seat 
and I got in the seat in front of them.  I was joined by a very proper looking woman 
about 35 or so.  Real nice looking, just the librarian type.  Nice slim figure, 
good ass and legs, fine upstanding little tits.  I'd been scoping her out on the plat-
form and here she was.  As we pulled out of the station she waved to some guy, her 
husband I suppose, and who was standing next to the dude smiling at me, but good ol'
Stanley.  Hubby and Stanley looked quite friendly together, really pally-wallies.  At
the top of the lift I heard Pat say, "Mmmm."  I looked back and Liz had Pat's skirt up 
around her waist and was petting her bare thighs.  I faced forward and watched the
librarian out the corner of my eye.  She was trying not to look, but hey, it's not 
something you see every day is it?  At the bottom of the first drop Pat grunted a 
grunt of pure animal sex and I looked back to see Liz's middle finger jammed completely
up Pat's snatch and her palm grinding up against her clit.  You could see plenty of 
Pat-juice all over the seat.  I caught little Ms. Proper looking too.  Her ears turned
red as she quickly looked away.  On the turnaround, though, I caught her again.  This 
time she was looking sideways at my crotch.  I looked down and sure enough, my semi-hard
cock was pretty evident.  On the camelbacks back to the station, as Pat screamed and 
Liz kept saying, "Come on baby, come on", the woman started pushing her legs together
and squirming back and forth ever so little.  I fell in love on the spot.
	When we disembarked, I decided we had to follow the librarian, so off we went 
with that shithead Stanley smirking at me from time to time, and me making furious faces 
at him like I was gonna break his fucking jaw so he couldn't suck any cock for a while.  
His quarry completely ignored his wife, the faggot.  We ended up at this indoor hamburger
and hot dog joint that Stanley obviously knew all about, and he and hubby headed straight
for the head to get some head.  I guess that's why it's called the head, huh?  Ms.
Librarian got herself a Coke and parked it at a nearby table to wait.  Motioning Liz 
and Pat to take the table just across from her, I followed the boys into the pissoir.
Inside, I took a leak while Stanley did his thing in one of the stalls.  Back at the 
table I started telling Liz in a voice loud enough for the librarian to hear what was
going on in there.
	"Geez," I said.  "There's two guys in one of the stalls in there and I think
they're up to no good."
	"Ooh," said Liz cozying up.  "Tell me more."
	"Well," I said.  "One guy was saying 'Suck me you queer bastard.  Suck my 
big dick."
	Liz moaned and started rubbing my big dick through my shorts.  Pat positioned 
herself to obstruct the view from everyone but the librarian.
	"Yeah," I went on.  "Then he wanted the other guy to stick a finger up his ass."
	"No shit?" said Liz, squeezing me so that my cock was clearly outlined through
my shorts.  The librarian stared, then crossed her legs tightly.
	"I'm not making this up," I said.  "You should have heard the slurping!"
	"Mmmm," said Liz, pulling my shorts up so my peckerhead was exposed.  The two
tables were arranged so that the librarian was quite close to me, and she was the
only person there who could see under our table.  When she saw Mr. Happy swelling
up his big head she really started rocking that one leg.  She even ran her tongue
over her lips, unconsciously.  I damn near spurted right then and there, but I
didn't have the range yet.
	"Then the guy said, 'Suck me till I come in your mouth, then I want your hot
meat down my throat."
	"Oh yes," said Liz.  "I love enthusiasm."
	Pat's eyes were gleaming.  She's always enthused.
	I was enthused too.  Liz was squeezing and milking and the librarian was
rocking and squirming and I was sighting down the barrel.  What a pair of legs!
	"Next thing I heard was this grunting and the guy said, 'I'm coming!', and then
there was all this swallowing and choking."
	"Ooh," said Liz.  "Must have been quite a load."
	"That's what it was all right," I said, taking aim.  "Quite a load."
	And then ol' one-eye opened up and sprayed cum all down the librarian's leg.  She
immediately spazzed up and nearly knocked her table over.  Her legs locked tight to-
gether, and she doubled over at the waist jamming her right elbow into her crotch to sur-
reptitiously press against her clit.  That jarred the table and knocked over her Coke.  
She moaned, so I let rip with another blast and got her again.
	"Oh Gunner," said Liz.  "Such a mess!"
	Then she and Pat jumped up to help wipe off the librarian.  Liz took a napkin to
the cum on her leg while Pat held it out to be wiped.
	"Look what a nice leg," says Pat.
	"Yes," says Liz.  "How far up does it go?"
	"All the way," says Pat sliding her hand up to the woman's bush.
	"Oh my," she says pulling her hand back before the woman could react.  "Sopping wet."
	"Uh oh," says Liz to the babe.  "We better get you out to our van to get you 
cleaned up.
	The woman was startled, but game.  There was only one problem.
	"What about my husband?" she asked.
	"Not to worry," I said gallantly coming to the rescue.  I had just noticed my old
friend the guard go by, so I ran out and got him.
	"Hey," I said.  "Remember me?  One of those guys you're looking for is in that
men's room with some other guy.  I don't even want to guess what they're doing."
	So Liz, Pat, the librarian and I scooted out to the van just as the cavalry was
roaring into the men's room.  Poor Stanley, I thought.  He wasn't going to get out
of this one.  In the van, we ripped off the lady's clothes and licked every square
inch of her body, as well as quite a few inches that weren't square.  It was pretty
cool with the tinted windows.  There I'd be, stuffing the sausage into this babe's
poop-chute, all the while looking out the window at the unsuspecting passers-by.  
Saw quite a few other babes out there I'd love to do the nasty with, popped a load 
in fact over one black babe.  Sigh.  So many women, so little time.  By the time the 
three of us got done with Ms. Library she was almost comatose.  She just laid there, 
unable to move.  We figured we'd better take her home.  Hubby was undoubtedly in the 
hoosegow anyway.  She and I slept some until Liz woke us up giving us Greathead.  Then
I porked her one more time while Liz licked her clit, and we dumped her off at home.
All in all, it had been a fun day.  I'd had a lot of good rides.  Never saw that little
Oriental girl again though.  Pity, that.


                 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.

