An Orgy of Bimbo Nuns
Father Patrick Mallory
"You and Sister Bethany Anne go to your room and eat each other's pussies and make each other cum lots and lots," I told Sister Abby Marjorie. The bimbo-nun had massive tits now that almost spilling out of her new habit.
It fit her body like a glove, the black cloth no longer lose and baggy but hugging the curves of her ample body. The skirt had slits in the side so her thighs, clad in white thigh-high stockings, peeked out when she walked. Her wimple still wrapped around her face that was no devoid of any thought.
"Okey-dokey artichokey!" she said, clapping her hands together.
"Yay, pussy lickying!" squealed Sister Bethany Anne. She had a similar outfit, the first of the nuns I had bimbofied. She just didn't have a low-cut habit. "Letsy go!" She grabbed Sister Abby Marjorie's hand and they scampered off.
I hoped they wouldn't cause any problems while I was gone.
I turned to the bimbo-wife, the cheating whore I had turned into a true slue. Mrs. Teixeira was dressed. I had a great idea. A way to mend things at the church. I hummed in delight as I took her hand and kept her from rushing after the nuns.
"Where are you going, Mrs. Teixeira?" I asked the Brazilian bimbo.
Her golden-brown face shot to me. She had such empty-headed joy in her eyes. "I wanna eaty pussy, too!"
"We're going shopping," I told her and marched her toward the door of the worship hall. "Come along."
"Okey-dokey!" she said. "I lovey dovey shoppying! Are we gonna by pretty ditty things!"
Ditty? I didn't bother asking. I just led her through the worship hall of the Church of Mary Magdalene, the church I was now running for the Archdiocese. It was my domain, and thanks to the Bimbo App Faith Edition the Lord had blessed me with, I could shape it how I wanted.
We headed out into the sunlight. The neighborhood was nice. My car, a cheap jalopy, was parked in my spot in the shade. I led her to it, the sexy wife looking around. She wore normal clothes. A silk blouse and pencil skirt. What she taught in.
Of course, she didn't have a bra on, so her nipples poked deliciously against the fabric. "Ooh, ooh, lookie at the tree! They're woody!" She burst into giggles. "I love woodies in my pussy!"
"Don't hump the tree," I said, keeping a good grip on her arm as she stared at it. She really might. Bimbos were so dumb.
"I'd rather humpy you, Fathery Mallory," she cooed, pressing against me. Her hand boldly shot to my crotch, squeezing my hardening cock through my black slacks.
"Later, later," I said and reached my car. I opened the passenger door. There was nothing worth stealing in the car. It was from the late eighties. A Toyota Corolla with mismatched fenders and doors. It was a tough car. Cheap to maintain. I had to be frugal with the church's funds. "We're going shopping, remember?"
Her eyes widened. She
clearly
had not remembered.
I shook my head as she squealed and babbled about shopping. I pushed her into the passenger seat and closed the door. She bounced inside, clapping her hands together. I climbed in and started up the car, the fan belt whining to life.
"I'm gonna buy dresses and panties and thongies and bras and slutty tops and skimpy skirts and stockings and pantyhosies and naughty stuff!" she said, ticking off her fingers as she spoke like she had a proper list.
"Your poor husband's credit card," I muttered. "Bad enough you were cucking him with the eighteen-year-old football player!"
"He had such a goody cock!" she squealed. "I loveyed him in my pussy and makying me all cummies and you have a great cock and my hubby has a nicey one, but it was just so naughty and excitying cheatying on him and being a whorey whore! I loveyed it."
"Why you're now a bimbo whore-wife," I said and put the car into reverse. It was hearing her confess that she was having an affair with her eighteen-year-old college student that had sent me over the edge. She taught at the private school that was next to the church and run by the Archdiocese. I was on the board of it now.
I drove as she stared at the window, gasping at everything she saw. Hot guys she wanted to fuck. Pretty dresses she wanted to wear. Woody trees that she wanted to hump. She was like a bitch in heat, staring out the window at everything she saw.
We reached the destination. PetSmart. An ironic name to take a bimbo. I was pretty sure dogs were smarter than her now. Definitely cats. I pulled into a parking lot and pulled her out of the car before she could run off on her own.
"Ooh, ooh, are we buying a doggo?" she asked.
"Buying something for you," I said as I led her inside. "Now be a good bimbo and don't cause problems."
"I would never ever never causey problems," she purred as we headed in. A guy in a leather jacket with a woman came out. He had a mullet and bare, muscular arms, a flaming skull tattoo on him. "Ooh, ooh, you're hunky. I'm a slutty wife! Wanna fucky me!"
"What?" the guy said, startled.
"Excuse me?" the woman asked. She glared at Mrs. Teixeira.
"She's a nympho," I said. "Trying to help her with the Lord."
"I'm a nymphio hottie wifey that loves cheatying on my hubby!" Mrs. Teixeira said as I dragged her through the doors. "Wanna cheaty with me! I have no panties on! See!"
She tried to pull up her skirt. I stopped her. She would get us kicked out of here if she kept that up. I pulled her hands away and pulled her inside. She smile at me like nothing had gone wrong. I just headed for our destination.
"Ooh, ooh, he's got a stiffy," she said, staring at an employee stocking a shelf. "I should helpy him. The Lordy wants me to helpy men with their stiffies!"
"Not now," I told her and dragged her to the aisle that sold dog collars. "Now come along."
"Do you need help with your stiffy?" She grabbed at the front of my pants and gasped. "Oh, nos, your all hardy, Fathery. All so hardy. Let me sucky you off."
"Not now," I said and glanced skyward. "Lord, give me the patience to deal with this bimbo-harlot."
"That's me!" she squealed to a passing woman in a pink sweater. "I'm a bimboy-harlot who cheaties on her husband. Wanna have me licky your pussy? I lovey cunts as much as dicks! Yay!"
The woman hurried on. Yeah, we were going to get kicked out.
So I grabbed a purple collar with a leash and hurried up to the self-check out station. She was squirming their was I used her money to pay for it. Then I hurried her out of the store. Outside, I ripped open the package. This was what she needed.
When I put it around her neck, she squealed in delight. "I lovey it! Yay! I have a collar! I'm a bimboy-harlot all leashied up!"
"Yep," I said and led her to the car.
* * *
Luiz Teixeira
My wife wasn't answering her phone. I was worried. She had been having to work late grading papers a lot lately. She just wasn't home, and she wasn't interested in making love much. I was getting so frustrated, I started watching porn. It made me feel so ashamed to do that, but...
I was just so frustrated.
The doorbell rang.
I sighed. My wife wasn't cheating on me. She was just grading papers. She was a great teacher. We both worked at Mary Magdalene College. She taught math while I taught English and Latin. I opened the door to find Father Mallory, the new priest. He held a purple leash that led to--
"Meu amor!"
squealed my wife with a collar about her neck. She threw herself at me and kissed me, her body pressing into mine. I stumbled back as I realized she was... naked. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as my hands slapped down on her naked rump. I squeezed her butt-cheeks.
I was so confused. Why had Father Mallory brought my wife home naked with a collar about her throat attached to a leash. A dog's collar. I stumbled back beneath my wife's passion. I broke the kiss and she started peppering me with kisses.
"Meu amor,"
she squealed. "I'm a cheaty whorey-wife who's a bimboy and so horny and do you have a stiffy for me to sucky!"
"A what?" I gasped.
"Filho da mãe!"
