On the fourth day of my rest-break I felt the first renewed stirring in my loins; I was getting horny again. It was triggered while I shopped for some groceries. The cause was a voluptuous brunette, about twenty-four. She was bending over to retrieve something from the frozen food section. Her micro-miniskirt crawled up over her lush buttocks, revealing a set of thick, perfectly formed cunt lips, surrounded by crisp, black cunt hair. It's amazing how many of the younger females avail themselves of the freedom of not wearing panties. My cock hardened immediately and I was just figuring out my approach when she was joined by a rugged-looking young stud who took her by the arm very possessively and moved out of sight Back at my pad I still felt the tingling sensations triggered by the brunette's succulent cunt
As if in answer to my frustration, the phone rang. It was George Sherman at the Institute.
"Hi, Jack," his deep voice boomed. "Ready for a toughie?"
"Right now I'd take on an inhibited gorilla, George," I quipped.
"Oh, a little lack-a-nookie problem, eh," he chuckled. Then, in a more serious voice, he continued. "I'm not so sure that the case I'm assigning to you will help your problem."
"Lay it on me, George. After all, you don't pay me this kinda bread to fuck the easy ones. Right?"
"True. Very true, Jack, but this one…"
"OK, George, so she's an ex-nun. The note made that clear. She still has a pussy, doesn't she?"
"She is also a Lesbian, Jack!"
"Goodbye, George!" I wasn't God. Jesus! A nun… maybe; a Lesbian… maybe; but a combination of both! Wow!
"Hold it, Jack! Don't hang up. Listen! What I meant to say was that she thinks she might be a lez. She's not sure. In fact, she wants us to help her find out, one way or the other."
"Jesus, George, even so… well, those broads are so brainwashed by their mothers; then by the church… well… I don't know." I was very reluctant. I'd known a few nuns during my stint in the service and was convinced that no human female alive could live in such constant celibacy unless they were either lez's or devious wives trying to punish their old men.
"Well, Jack, I can't force you to do it. You wouldn't really try under those conditions anyway," George said. He sounded very disappointed in me.
"OK!… What the hell; so the worst that can happen is I end up with a case of the 'rocks'. I'll give it a whirl." He'd been damn nice to me and I also felt a little guilty about fucking his wife.
"That's the stuff, Jack," George cried. "Look, her name is Jill. I'll send her on over. OK?"
Suddenly it was very funny. Jack and Jill went up the hill… I chuckled at the thought. This time Jill was a goddamned nun and wasn't going to go down the hill or down on anything else either; particularly a big hard cock.
Thirty minutes later the door chimes sounded. When I opened the door, I was startled into immobility at the sight of the young female who gazed at me with liquid brown eyes.
"I'm Jill," said a soft, throaty voice. "Dr. Sherman sent me." If this is what nuns look like these days, I thought, I'm about to get religion in a big way. She was a cross between Natalie Wood and Raquel Welch. The face of the former and the body of the latter. Two large tits swelled beneath the clinging nylon blouse, straining to be free to roll and sway as nature had intended. Two equally large nipples were clearly defined. Taut and erect, in fact. Her shoulders were soft and rounded, flowing into a lean, muscular neck and a well-shaped head. Enormous dark eyes gazed at me from beneath long black lashes, and a brave smile curled the ends of an unusually full and sensual mouth. Her lips were real cock-hardeners-large, thick, and just begging for a big hard cock to suck.
Dazed, I motioned for her to enter. As she walked into the fun room I saw that she was rather tiny in stature, but her narrow waist flared sharply into wide, full buttocks that moved in heavy, slow undulations as she went into the other room. In fact, they rippled and swayed with rich promise. Suddenly I felt very depressed. If Jill was a lez, a real lez, it would be the greatest waste since Marilyn Monroe.
As she walked around the room, inspecting the erotic environment, I wracked my brain for a good opening line that would set the right mood to attain the objective we were aiming toward, when I noticed she had stopped in front of a grossly explicit pornographic painting at the foot of the water bed. It depicted a voluptuous young woman on her hands and knees with her buttocks uplifted toward a rugged-looking male who was inserting his huge, hard cock into her cunt from the rear. She, meanwhile, was sucking the huge organ of another man with obvious relish.
Jill's eyes scanned the super-erotic image as if she were hypnotized. As I moved to her side I saw small beads of sweat forming on her trembling upper hp. No question about it-she was very aroused by the painting.
As I drew near she sensed my presence and stated, "Oh!"
"Does the painting offend you, Jill?" I asked challengingly.
"Nooo… well, maybe 'offend' isn't the proper term. It is most certainly obscene, though."
"Obscene is a negative word," I replied. "And continually applied to anything sexually pleasurable since Queen Victoria found out' that Prince
Albert was a fag and decided to spoil sex for everyone for the next hundred years."
She giggled at that. "Was he really a…"
"Who knows? But it's as good a guess as any. What else could make a Queen of her obviously heavy sexual appetite try to queer one of man's God-given delights for the rest of the world."
"I never thought about it that way! You're right! It is God-given… isn't it?" she mused. "But you'll have to admit, the painting is… err… lewd."
"What you really mean is 'dirty.'" I retorted.
"No!" she cried, whirling her beautiful head to face me. "Sex is NOT dirty! Even the church doesn't teach that idiotic idea." Her eyes were blazing with determination and fire. "Look, Mr. Manley, I renounced my vows as a nun to join the ordinary world for the express purpose of indulging my sexual side."
"Bravo! Now tell me what caused you to realize that you had a sexual side? Evidently, at one time, you were eager to bury that side in the walls of the convent."
She crossed over to the couch and sat down, primly crossing her legs. Immediately, the miniskirt crawled up to her crotch, affording me a cock-hardening view of those luscious, firm thighs. "Even nuns are aware of their sexual side, Mr. Manley. We merely learn to suppress it… most of the time."
"Most of the time, not all of the time?"
"Well… it's unhealthy to suppress it completely… forever. Naturally we had ways of releasing such pent-up feelings."
"Ways? What kind of ways?"
"Well… we masturbated!!"
"Just masturbated… that's all… no men… priests, maybe?"
"No! Never!"
"OK… I believe you! How about a little hanky-panky between yourselves?" Right on target!
Her face lifted and her eyes blazed defiantly into mine. "Yes! What's so terrible about that? What's so terrible about cooling the fires in your guts when it's so…" She started to sob.
"Hey… Jill, baby! Calm down! I'm on your side… remember? That's why you're here, but I gotta make you open up… communicate! I've got to have some idea about, your feelings, ideas and experiences. Maybe you'd like it better if I just threw you on the bed and raped you! Would that be a good way to help you adjust to the beautiful world of sex?"
She sighed and collapsed back onto the couch. "You're right, Jack, of course, but get this straight: just because I let another female get rid of my sexual tensions a few times doesn't mean I'm homosexual!"
"Have you ever seen a cock?"
"A what?"
"A cock… prick… a man's penis," I said patiently.
"No… just pictures," she replied shyly. "When you looked at those pictures, how did they make you feel?"