I might have burned myself up, so intense was the growing orgasmic flame that now plundered my body, had it not been for the rain, splattering on my naked body and dousing my white-hot coals just enough to keep me from coming all the way, forcing me to fuck harder and harder on the inexhaustible tool reaming out my asshole.
Shark's cock was so swollen that I knew it had to burst with cum soon. But onward and upward it kept filling my ass with its slick meat, its hardness unchecked even by the imminent onslaught of fizz that had to be bloating his suffering balls. I imagined his prostate gland inflated to the size of a baseball from the action that first my mouth, then my cunt, and now my asshole had put it through, bulging like a third ball just beneath his incredibly strained scrotum.
Still he babbled, never missing a beat in the incessant rhythm of his monologue of his fucking. 'Gotta find an image for a chick that commands respect. But what? A psychic? A numerologist? A faith healer? A lady rabbi?'
Suddenly, as his dick surged unflaggingly up my asshole, it occurred to me that he was never going to come until he had the answer to the question that was bedeviling him… Now I knew. So this was how God was going to have me act out my ultimate mission. The only thing that could save his balls from self-destruction was my telling him the answer.
'God,' I blurted, the only word my lips were able to form. 'God… God… God…' I repeated, chanting the word incessantly until it filled the air.
'That's it!' he cried, as I knew he would once he saw the light. 'I've got it! The Swinging Nun! Madame Fellatio is out. The Swinging Nun is in. How'll you look in a habit, baby?'
'God… God… God…' I kept babbling, oblivious to all purposes but the soaring faith that filled my heart, the hot, throbbing cock stabbing up my asshole, and my orgasmically flowing pussy.
'The Swinging Nun,' he exulted. 'It was an unorthodox personnel practice to get you out here, even by my standards, but it was worth it. I knew all along you had a flair for this business, a real streak of degeneracy under that sweet, young veneer… The Swinging Nun, wow. It's like a license to print money.'
He could have been talking backwards for all I fathomed, all I knew was that I was ascending mortality through this act on the ledger, moving ever closer to God with every searing rip of the divine cock splitting my ass. And then I knew I would surely be propelled all the way to His kingdom when, after Shark's last words, just as I had anticipated, his cock finally exploded within me, instantly filling my bowels with buckets of jizz, coating my insides with layers of thick, rich fuck-cream. I fucked up and down with the force of my straining arms, milking his spurting prick to the ultimate, sure now that it wasn't really Shark's cock that was fucking my asshole, but perhaps God's himself, baptizing me with His silken sperm.
As the symbolic cock gushed repeatedly with incessant bursts of cum, I felt like I was transcending my mortal existence, at last rising to the spiritual heights I had subconsciously aspired to since the materialization of my original divine vision that Friday in my dingy office. My bowels were awash with jizz and my pussy was foaming without restraint, but I still wanted more, straining toward the ultimate religious and sensual experience I was sure was awaiting me.
'Christ, you're killing me,' Shark acknowledged at last. 'I can't stop coming.'
But all I paid attention to was 'Christ'. 'Christ… Christ…' This shout echoed through the innermost cells of my body, its intensity charged by the twin, dynamo between my thighs, my asshole and cunt collaborating into a powerhouse.
The rainy, bleak air was nevertheless full of grace. A sweet, clean grace, not washed clean by anything so ordinary as rain, but clean as the underside on the inner petals of the rosebud of a fresh, sweetly open cunt.
Delight was also in the air. The winds from the thunder storm may have been howling, but mine was a gentle wind, and the nerves of my entire body joined those in my cock-jammed ass and convulsing cunt, rippling under it like small blue flowers in a pasture.
I was conscious of two rhythms that were slowly becoming one, the beating of my heart and the throbbing spurting of the ever-surging cock up my ass. When they became one, by identification with God was complete. I was totally bound over to him, sanctified by the trial on the ledge. It was His heart beating within me, and His cock filling my asshole with cum.
God said, 'Will you accept my will?'
And I replied, 'I accept, I accept.'
I immediately began to plan a new life and my future conduct as Madame Fellatio. I submitted drafts of my column to God, and God approved tern. God approved every thought.
God had sent me to this ledge so I could perform a miracle and be certain of my conversion. Only by saving Shark could I have saved myself. Only by risking my life to save the worst could I enter the Kingdom of Heaven. In ecstasy I celebrated my escape from mortality by knotting every fiber in my being in a noose around Shark's cock, squeezing the last torrent of sperm out of it to complete my baptism.
Shark started to scream as I extracted the last drop of cum from his prick and our naked bodies began to shake and tremble in a fit of frenzy even beyond mutual orgasm. The coming that had turned my cunt and ass into flaring embers, had changed into a divine force that dominated my entire body, causing me to wriggle in the flames that consumed me. Shark's jizz was like lava within me, sizzling as it coated my bowels with its searing gruel. My pussy juice bubbled and boiled, hotly swamping the well of my thighs with its steam outpouring. I lost all awareness of anything but shaking the last of my sinfulness from me, coming my way into spiritual purity.
As our shaking accelerated long past the limit of safety, Shark started to scream, his hard veneer totally disintegrated by now. He shouted some kind of warning, but I continued my furious coming. I did not understand his shout and heard it as a cry for help: all those P.P.s from Delaware, T.P.s from California, S.P.s from New Mexico, and little R.Q. from the carnival rolled into one big struggling wretched mass of humanity, struggling to be liberated from their innate sinfulness. I looked in the kaleidoscope of my mind for their searching, pleading faces, but all I saw were their cocks and their cunts-twitching rods of flesh and hairily flexing gashes, straining toward heaven. My mind filled with their coupling, long, stiff, disembodied dicks thrusting inside the slick lips of hairy cunts, the pussies framed by juicy labes and curly pussy hair.
The universe became filled with images of fucking, constellations of juicily locked pricks and pussies replacing the stars and the planets. Space became filled with the musky smell and slurping sound of fucking, the heavens transformed into a galactic cunt being fucked by a cosmic prick. When the cock suddenly pulled out of the cunt and reared forward in retching release, the dark void of space abruptly was changed into a limitless milky way, cascades of sperm sliding through the infinite sky as though the universe was sealed in plastic and the cum was sliding gloppily down the side of it.
Shark turned to escape, trying to pull his cock out of me. But he was too slow and I caught him, releasing my grip from the flagpole and embracing him. The fact that our fuck-entangled bodies instantly left the ledge and sailed through thin air only made me happier. How could I fall? I was sure I was going straight up.
I bucked my hips with abandon, believing that the harder I fucked the faster I was propelling myself to Heaven. I could feel Shark's struggling body writhing in the well of my locked thighs and held on tighter, determined to take him with me, determined to save his poor wretched soul for the Lord. With nothing to restrain our movements, we somersaulted in mid-air, tumbling into one impossible position after another without the restraint of the material world as he fucked me as nobody's ever been fucked before.
When I saw the circle growing, I was sure it was the eye of God, looking out for me, guiding me to my destination like an electronic beam. The eye got closer and closer until it was more than just inches in diameter, but feet, and then yards. It got closer and closer as I searched in vain for its owner, gyrating my hips to seal the now trembling cock within me, straining and fucking toward the Kingdom of God.
It wasn't until we were right above them that I realized the circle wasn't God's eye at all, but actually made up of people, a crowd of people watching us fall. We were falling instead of rising… falling… fucking… falling Shark's cock slurping up my ass… falling… falling.
But joy still rang in my heart. Just before we hit, I suddenly knew that God's plan for me was to remain on earth to save more sinners, and that my work had just begun. As the crowd shrieked and parted for our landing, I slammed my pelvis forward and felt the cock within me one last time.
