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CHAPTER TEN

Having spit out the bitter bile of the truth, I opened my eyes to its reality: the wolfish cast of Shark's cruel face, his leering lips releasing his inevitable, "Heh, heh."

"Did you read my column yet, Shark?" I said, trying to act blase until I thought of what to do. But in my feigned nonchalance I stumbled and grabbed for something to hold onto. Whatever it was I snagged onto was hard, yet pliant, something more like a short rail than anything else as I clutched it to keep from falling. But then I opened my eyes again and realized that I had been paying so much attention to Shark's evil face I hadn't noticed until now that he was completely naked. Suddenly I knew that I was hanging for dear life onto his hot, throbbing prick.

I instinctively looked down and saw that I had a beauty of a cock in my hands, a long, sinewy chunk of meat that swooped from a hairy pubic thatch and hard balls, and almost a foot later culminated in a bulb of fiery red at the heart-shaped head of his prick. A little dew-drop of milky semen graced the tip of his cock, drooling stickily from the puckering vertical slit in the middle, the finest details of his prick instantly crystal-clear to me despite the unfavorable weather conditions.

I tried to bluff my way through my sudden fascination with his thrillingly erect prick, but when I asked the ostensibly innocent question, "How did you like my column?" I fully revealed my motives by nervously constricting my fingers around the shaft of his perfect cock, uncontrollably rubbing and squeezing the meaty shaft. As I pressed his brawny cock, the pressure at the end of it expanded, the angry-looking head of his prick releasing a further discharge.

"Well, frankly, I don't know how our Jewish readers will like this new approach, you know, with all that Jesus Christ stuff," he said as I paid no attention to his reply and went down on him, not being able to wait a second longer before I tasted the delectable glob of juice at the end of his cock. The sperm was as sweet as coconut in my mouth as I lapped it down and then automatically gobbled up his whole stiff prick, munching it all the way within seconds so that it was imbedded in my face to the squashing hilt of Shark's hairy balls.

"We've got a lot of Jewish readers," he went on as I sucked his prick with every ounce of power I had in me, wanting to turn his balls inside out. "Jews don't like to admit they read skin magazines… but they do. Hmmmm, maybe if we could change Jesus into somebody whose image is a little more accessible and down-to-earth."

His talk seemed babble to me, just as did the screeching blurts of the p.a. system, as I directed all my concentration toward the sweet-tasting task of eating his stiff dick alive, begging it with my throat, lips and tongue to fuck me to the hilt in the mouth. The searchlight and the sniper fire had temporarily stopped because of our moving off the south ledge, and with nothing but a lot of chatter to distract me, I found no difficulty in devoting all my energy to the big, thick cock buried in my slurping mouth. Its bulging veins throbbed pulsingly against my lips as I moved my mouth back and forth over the expanse of his cock just as though he were moving in and out inside a cunt. One instant I would have his dick in my mouth so completely that his balls pressed against my chin, and seconds later his cock would be all the way out of my mouth except for the barbed head, my teeth and tongue doing a masterly job of inspired torture on the knotty head of his prick, before I swooped down again, taking it down my throat.

"Yes," Shark continued, his talking continuing unabated despite the brutal teasing I was giving his immensely thick prick. "We definitely need somebody with a better media quotient than Jesus, someone with more mass appeal. Let's face it, there're a lot of people in the crucial 19-45 age bracket who spend the most bread that definitely don't dig Him. We need our own buttinsky that everybody can identify with right down here on earth, somebody a little less austere and more fallible. The human touch."

What in the world was he talking about? I thought, as the words went in one ear and out the other, all my instincts and reactions attuned only to the succulent shaft of his prick inside my orally fucking mouth. I cupped his balls and squeezed them while I gave an extra gulp on his prick, anxious to shatter his nervous system and self-control and bring him down to my size, existing precariously on the literal edge of life with nothing but desire to consider.

My throat spasmed, one, two, three times as I realized that I was having an oral climax, the orgasm starting at the base of my esophagus and turning my mouth into a foaming cauldron almost the equal of any coming pussy. I buried my face in his tangled crotch, jamming his stiff dick even farther down my throat, groveling for those extra fractions of an inch that would just fill me with his cock that much more.

"It could be a female figure," Shark said, not showing the slightest sign that he knew what was going on below his waist. "People dig chicks. After all, chicks are why they buy my magazines… chicks with their tits falling out… chicks with their legs spread and their pussies open… chicks with hair all over their cunts… and soft, red pussy-lips."

Even though I wasn't following the drift of his conversation, his last remarks automatically found their way to my erotically attuned ears, the suggestion of open hairy cunts and spread legs causing my own pussy to foam uncontrollably. The impulses from my spasming pussy coursed up my vertebrae like high voltage, the shock sending my mouth lurching even harder on his hard prick, as it suddenly became the uppermost thing in my mind to maneuver myself so I could get his cock into my raging cunt.

As I slid his swollen prick out of my mouth, I knew that in order to survive I had to fuck this man on his ledge. Every force in my body told me to do it as quickly as possible, my tingling nerves aching for his cock inside my cunt immediately.

Still holding onto his long, sweet prick for balance, I searched desperately for some extra room on the ledge that would let me stick his cock in my cunt and fuck him. Coming up empty, I looked above me, perhaps seeking some inspiration from on high. But what I saw was like so many miracles in everyday life, something that had been there all along. Just above and slightly behind me, a flagpole jutted from the building. By taking a chance with a leap, I could gab ahold of it, and then like I was chinning myself, lower my cunt up and down on his cock. I stepped backward and unhesitatingly took my chance, springing unconcernedly from the ledge and seeming to hover in mid-air before my fingers wrapped around the flagpole, hoisting me so that I loomed over Shark. "It's definitely got to be a chick, the kind of person our circulation can dig even if they don't exactly identify with them 100 percent," he was saying as he faced me, his incredible cock shooting straight out in the air at a 45-degree angle from his flat, hard stomach, a hard-on that would make any teenage guy green with envy.

All I had to do was just lower myself straight down and his stiff cock was waiting for me, easily splitting the gash between my open thighs and penetrating through the slippery lips of my pussy as I extended my arms and brought my body downward, clenching my cunt muscles to make sure his prick couldn't get away once I had it inside my fuck-hole. Once my cunt was engorged with his prick, I lifted my legs and brought them around his waist, scissoring and then leg-locking him while I held us both aloft with my stranglehold on the flagpole.

"We know you're up there someplace," the p.a. system blasted, but it might as well have fallen on deaf ears if the message was intended to reach me. The cock bulging inside my cunt dominated my senses, making everything else seem immaterial. Already I was starting to come, sure that the orgasmic vibrations within my pussy and womb were just the beginnings of a climax of mind-bending, proportions.

Shark kept jabbering, but below his waist his body had no choice but to be aware of the location of his stiff cock up my spasming pussy. His hips bucked and his pelvis lurched, shooting his crotch up against the well of my thighs and burying his prick all the way in my fuck-canal to the mouth of my womb. Impaled on the pale of his stake-like cock, I rotated my hips, screwing down on his prick so that it tore inside me as though it were a corkscrew with teeth, its barbed head twisting trough my ultrasensitive cuntal tissues like a berserk barracuda.

Over and over again in the painful ecstasy of his bludgeoning prick manifested itself in my fuck dominated body, threatening to rip me in two and leave me dangling in tatters from the flagpole with its tearing force. My knees pinched his waist, drawing him even tighter against me as I suicidally struggled for every bit of his prick that I could get, wriggling insanely to get just that much more hot cock up my starving pussy.

As his cock stabbed bullishly inside me, suddenly sound was able to fully capture my attention again. A sharp crack filled the air, reverberating through the dark sky, causing my pussy muscles to reflexively clench around the shaft of Shark's prick like a vise, my cunt holding onto his cock for dear life.

"My God, they're starting to shoot at me again…" I started to say, but then suddenly aborted my sentence when the first drop of water, and then a second and a third, landed on me, a shower immediately following.

The thunder cracked again, lighting slashing the sky as I fully realized that it was raining, a downpour bathing our naked fuck-locked bodies as we wavered on the ledge of the thirteenth floor. I shivered from the cold rain, and as I did so realized that I was inadvertently succeeding in screwing down on Shark's limitless wick even tighter, the vibrations from my shuddering jiggling my hips and ass like a sophisticated fucking movement taken from the pages of the Kama Sutra.

My ears temporarily cleared by the thunder and lightning, I listened to Shark's incessant talking for the first time since I'd grabbed onto his miraculous prick, giving him pelvic jab after pelvic thrust as we fucked while he continued speaking, obviously thinking out loud.

"We'll get a chick and dress her up some way that grabs the eye and take her picture. Put it right at the top of the column. A whole new character for Honey Pot's troubled freaks… sort of inspirational… but not too deep."

"What are you talking about?" I asked in confusion.

"Shut up and fuck," he replied, acknowledging our liaison for the first time since I had seized his prick.

That was all I wanted to do anyway, as I drove my crotch into his, my constricting pussy muscles lassoing his prick like it was a runaway steer, the horn of his cock goring my struggling cunt. The full expanse of his prick filled my frothing cunt, pressing the rest of my organs all out of shape and position. My asshole tingled from the stretching caused by the penetration of the thick prick in my pussy, starting to become envious of my cunt for greedily swallowing up all the available cock.

I was burning inside as the knot at the head of his cock became a ball of fire, and his shaft the searing tail. The way his cock plowed even deeper within my fuck-hole, slowly but surely increasing its length as though it were infinite, I knew that, despite his cool, it couldn't be long before he had to come and I would capture the full extent of his milky treasure in the snaring recesses of my sperm-starved body.

I wanted him to come in me like nobody had ever come before… harder, faster, and stickier. I wanted to twist the valve of his sperm-ducts all the way open, releasing virtual flood-gates of cum. I wanted to be swept away like a piece of flotsam in an ocean of his jizz, pulled helplessly like a stick of driftwood in the raging, orgasmic tides. Tightly I would pull the noose around the neck of his cock, strangling it until the bulbous head turned blue and then spit forth its load of sperm, retching the thick fuck-cream into the vessel of my cunt.

Suddenly the incessant tingling of my asshole reminded me that there was a hole in my body even tighter than my cunt, one that would surely test his cock to the ultimate. I did a chin-lift on the flagpole, puffing up without warning from Shark's enormous cock, its monster head sliding reluctantly out of my hole, snapping my pussy-lips like rubber bands as it finally pulled out of my cunt. Hanging there in mid-air from the flagpole I took a few precious seconds to stare and marvel at his divine cock as it twitched defiantly against the background of the sky, even bigger than when I had seen it last, and coated with a glistening film of my pussy juice that stuck to it like axle-grease. The rain was still falling, drenching both of us, but every drop slid off Shark's puss-juice-lubricated cock like it was coated with the thick slime of Vaseline.

After one last loving look at his beautifully slick prick, I closed my eyes and imagined how smoothly his oily cock would slide up my eagerly awaiting asshole, splitting my bowels apart. As I slowly let myself down, tilting my pelvis forward so my asshole would make a perfect target for the missile between his legs, I could feel the cunt juice oozing from my pussy and sliding along the furrow of my ass to stick on the puckering ridges of my bung, preparing me for a sudden and intense entry of Shark's fuck-tensed prick.

I had hardly felt the tip of his dick nudging between my cheeks when it was already halfway up my ass, the slickness of his greasy cock pushing aside my sensitive tissues with unstoppable aggression. I moaned at how fantastic his long, hard prick felt inside my butt, as I dropped my haunches the last six inches, taking the second half of his cock, burying it in my ass to the holt. My asshole was so sensitive that I could feel all of his cock inside me, impressing its contours in the pliant mold of my throbbing shitter. I gasped at the raspy scraping form the flange on the underside of his cock pulling along the floor of my asshole, skidding forward until the end of his prick burst into my bowels, turning the center of my body into a boiling cauldron.

My plan was working I could feel the muscles in my ass squeezing his prick tighter than it could have even been squeezed before, inviting a tidal wave of jizz that would certainly overwhelm me. His penetration was so deep and so hard that thee thin wall between my asshole and pussy stretched lighter and tighter, becoming as thin as parchment, the humping of his dick directly affecting my cunt in its wild, stabbing enormity, my fuck-canal trembling and vibrating as though it had a stiff prick inside it. Obviously I was going to come in my ass and cunt at the same time. His cock was so complete in its fucking power that with my eyes closed I could easily believe I was getting screwed in the asshole and pussy at the same time.

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.