115 comments/ 80869 views/ 85 favorites Nude Awakening By: sarahhh "He wants us to infiltrate a nudist colony?" "Yes, Sarah, that's what he said." "But why, Katie?" "He said he would explain it all to us. We have a meeting with him after lunch." "Hey, did you ever see Nudist Colony of the Dead? Wow, those nude zombies scared the living crap out of me!" "Oh, everything scares you, Sarah. You started screaming when we were watching some movie the other night." "Katie, that was a porn flick. I wasn't screaming because I was frightened." Sarah and Katie, journalism majors, had obtained employment at CNBN as interns for the summer. Reverend Seymour Kunt, owner of the company, had hired them despite the fact that they declined his request to interview for the position in the nude. * * * The girls arrived promptly for the meeting at 1:00 p.m. Reverend Kunt began, "We don't require that everyone here at CNBN accept assignments that require nudity. We are all about giving our employees opportunities to . . . uh . . . develop their full potential. The Christian Naked Broadcasting Network is going to present you two lovely young ladies with a wonderful opportunity." Sarah and Katie looked bored already. "And I might add that you will be paid triple your current salary." He suddenly had the full attention of the girls. "Who do we have to sleep with?" Katie asked seriously. "That is entirely up to you, young lady," he replied sternly. "But remember what happened to Eve when she had sex with Satan, according to the second chapter of Genesis. Her guilt was so great that she no longer frolicked in the Garden of Eden in the nude." "Eve had sex with Satan?" Katie blurted incredulously. Seymour Kunt pulled his Bible from the bookcase and read Genesis 2:25. "And they were both naked, the man and his wife, and were not ashamed." "I'm not ashamed of being naked," Sarah asserted when he paused, "I'm just not sure I want to do the weather forecast in the nude like you asked me to." "Well, I want the weather to be more popular than the sports, you know. Our country has made sports figures idols. God doesn't like that. You may recall the second of the ten commandments." "Of course I know The Ten Commandments. Who hasn't seen that movie. I guess what concerned me the most is that you wanted me to use words like 'blow job' and 'titty twister' instead of 'hurricane' and 'tornado.' I mean, thousands of viewers would see and hear me. Maybe somebody I know, who would tell my parents. Geez, they keep threatening to cut me off with paying for college and stuff. They hate my boyfriends, for one thing." "Sarah, your last boyfriend was an ex-convict," Katie reported sarcastically. "Hey now, Katie, he paid his debt to society and he did became a born-again Christian in prison. God forgave him for stealing those expensive cars from rich people, didn't he, Reverend Kunt?" "Sure God did, Sarah. In fact, your ex-convict boyfriend did those rich people a good deed in terms of their eternal destiny." "How's that?" Sarah inquired. "Matthew 19:24: 'It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.' The only one God will never forgive is Satan, due to the serpent's seduction and impregnation of Eve. Not that it was necessarily all his fault. I mean, she was naked, and it takes two to do the horizontal tango, if you get my drift." Reverend Kunt went on to tell the story of Satan's seduction of Eve. Sarah was speechless at the end of his dissertation, but not Katie. "What does that have to do with our assignment, Reverend Kunt?" Katie asked. Reverend Kunt contemplated the question for a few moments. "A few days before Jack married Wendy, he had her name tattooed on his penis to show her how much he loved her. When erect, the name was fully visible but when deflated, it read WY. After the ceremony, they went to Jamaica on their honeymoon. Wendy was delighted with Jack's special emblem of devotion. Their hotel had two beaches, one traditional and one nudist. After two days of the traditional beach, Wendy suggested visiting the clothing-optional beach. As Wendy lay on her towel in the hot sun, she asked Jack if he'd bring her a cold drink. He walked across the sand to the little hut and asked the bartender, who was also naked, for two frozen mixed drinks. Jack tried not to stare, but he noticed that the bartender had WY tattooed on his penis. 'Hey,' Jack said with a smile, 'what a coincidence, your girlfriend must also be named Wendy.' The bartender replied, 'Oh no, mon, mine say WELCOME TO JAMAICA AND PLEASE ENJOY YOUR STAY.'" "What does that have to do with our assignment, Reverend Kunt?" Katie asked. "The individual you are to find in the nudist colony has a tattoo on his penis," he replied matter-of-factly." "Oh, I've seen penis tattoos before," Katie said. "This one dude I met at a biker rally had his package done up like a dragon. The underside of his dick and his balls were a big mouth with huge teeth." "Yeah, and I bet you seduced the serpent, instead of vice versa, like Satan and Eve," Sarah snapped. "What does this dude with the penis tattoo look like?" Katie questioned, ignoring Sarah's bitchy comment. "Now that's an interesting question, young lady. Complicating your recognition of this individual is the fact that masks are worn at this particular nudist colony, for reasons of anonymity." "Well, what does his penis tattoo look like then?" Katie inquired further. "He has the mark of the beast tattooed on his penis. You know, 666." "That might be hard to notice, unless you get real close," Sarah said, looking puzzled. "Very true," Reverend Kunt agreed. Now are you girls up for the assignment? I'll give you two weeks salary in advance." He reached in his desk drawer, pulled out a stack of fifties, counted it, and separated it into two piles. The girls grabbed the money. "Let's go shopping at the mall!" Katie exclaimed gleefully. "Young ladies, you don't need new clothes where you're going!" Reverend Kunt chastised. "Now get naked for me. I want to give you some tips on how to act at a nudist colony." Sarah and Katie shed their clothing, which took a little longer than usual because they refused to let go of the money. "Holy shit 'er I mean smoke!" the reverend exclaimed, staring at the two voluptuous bodies. "You're not supposed to stare at the nudist colony, but in the case of you two, it will be extremely difficult for anyone other than gay males to avoid feasting their eyes on your . . . ahem . . . attributes. Let's just hope that the Antichrist is just as impressed with your nakedness as I am, and as Satan was with Eve's." "I'm just glad we'll be wearing masks!" Sarah blurted. "Here are the directions to Bare Lake Nudie Camp, girls. Just check in with the director when you arrive. I talked to him so he is expecting you. Incidentally, it won't cost anything for your accommodations, including food and booze. The camp is having an open house for attractive young ladies in their twenties to celebrate Nude Day." "Reverend Kunt, can you give us some other clue as to how we can find this dude with the mark of the beast on his penis?" Katie requested. "He says he is the Antichrist. Of course, we need to find out whether or not he really is. Can you imagine how we'd jack up the ratings of the Christian Naked Broadcasting Network if we did interviews with the Antichrist? Why, we'd get more coverage than baseball players on steroids." "If this Antichrist is such a seducer, as Satan was, what if he knocks us up?" Katie questioned, looking terrified. "We'd have Rosemary's Baby or some such thing!" Reverend Kunt reached in his desk drawer again. "Here are some condoms. They have the Christian Naked Broadcasting Network logo on them." * * * "There's the exit sign for the camp, Katie." Katie slowed down. "What does that sign say, Sarah? I couldn't read it all." "Under 'Bare Lake Nudie Camp' it says 'DO NOT STAND BEHIND BUSHES AND MASTURBATE' in big red letters." They got to the camp and went into the office to talk to the director, Dr. Peter Pecker. He introduced himself and welcomed the girls warmly. Dr. Pecker kept staring at Sarah's T-shirt, or something in it. "I don't think that your 'I Love Dick' shirt is appropriate attire for this camp, young lady," he chastised. "It's not a shirt about sex, Dr. Pecker! Shame on you! It's a Steelers shirt. Read the little gold letters." Under "I Love (Heart) Dick" in big black letters, except for the red heart, was the word "LeBeau" in much smaller gold letters. Dick LeBeau is the Pittsburgh Steelers defensive coordinator. "I don't give a shit about football or the Steelers," Dr. Pecker snapped. "I care about tits and ass. This is a nudist camp, for Crissakes!" "Oh, sorry," Sarah answered guiltily. "We didn't know exactly when we should get naked." "Now would be good," Dr. Pecker replied eagerly. They quickly shed their clothing. Dr. Pecker began to drool. "Where are our masks?" Sarah asked. "I'm feeling self-conscious already, the way you are staring at me, Dr. Pecker." "Oh, I'm just fascinated by the fact that you obviously are a natural redhead. And here I thought you got that hair on your head from a bottle. I can't tell whether your friend is a natural blond, though. She doesn't have any hair on her snatch." He took a very close look. "Nope, I just can't tell. Not even any stubble to give me a clue. You have one really smooth poontang, young lady." "Dr. Pecker, I want my mask!" Katie demanded. "Now you're making me nervous. Why, your nose is so close to my pussy if you out your tongue . . ." "Okay, okay, here are your masks, girls." They put them on. "Hey, these masks don't have any holes for our eyes," Sarah objected. "How are we supposed to see?" Dr. Pecker quickly brandished his camera and snapped some shots. "Oh sorry, those are masks for blind people. Here are some you two will like." "What's up with these Miss Piggy masks?" Katie asked, frowning. "I was hoping for a filigree mask, preferably silver lame with a gold swirl design, organza flowers, rhinestones, and a ribbon-tie back." Sarah put hers on without complaining, and Katie finally followed suit after bitching some more. "You're ready to go, girls. We have some special activities planned to celebrate Nude Day. Games and contests and such. You'll see signs all over the complex about them." The two girls wandered the complex, taking in the vast variety of members (penises). They decided to go for a little jog on a paved path through a wooded area. "Goddammit!" someone shouted. "Hey, someone is taking the name of the Lord in vain," Katie concluded. "That could be the one we are looking for, the Antichrist wannabe or whatever." They decided to investigate and discovered a young man, around twenty they estimated, sitting on a wooden bench muttering and swearing. "Dude, what's the problem?" Sarah asked. "You're making quite a commotion." "Oh, I'm sorry," he answered sincerely. "I didn't think anyone else was around." "You're not the Antichrist, are you?" Katie questioned. "Oh hell no," he replied, "I'm Catholic." "So what's the problem, dude?" Sarah asked again. "Did you knock up a nun or something?" "Oh hell no," he answered. "I use protection, despite what the Pope says." "Then why are you carrying on so?" Katie questioned belligerently. "I got a splinter in my penis sitting on this wooden bench. It really hurts!" "One of the perils of being naked, I guess," Sarah observed. "Will you girls help me get it out?" he pleaded. "Please?" Katie looked at Sarah and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, we do work for the Christian Naked Broadcasting Network," she whispered. "I suppose it is the Christian thing to do. You hold it and I'll see if I can get the splinter out." Sarah took his penis in her right hand. "What's your name, dude? I think I should at least know your name. I feel funny holding a stranger's dick. I mean, it's not like I'm a nurse." "Richard," he replied. "So I guess I'll call you Dick," she said with a sweet smile. "Pleased to meet you, Dick. Pleased to meet your meat, too," she joked. Both she and Katie began to giggle. "Sarah, hold it still!" Katie demanded. "I can't get the splinter out when you're shaking it like that!" "Oh, sorry. It's just that's usually what I do when I have a dick in my hand—shake it." Katie worked on the splinter, which was on the underside of Richard's rather large even when flaccid penis about two inches from the corona, for several minutes without much success. "I changed my mind. Shake it, Sarah. If we can make him hard, it will be easier to get the splinter out." Sarah began to stroke his penis. Soon it became fully erect. "There you go, Katie, I made it nice and hard for you." "Dang it, I can't seem to pull it out with my fingernails," Katie said dejectedly. "Try your teeth," Sarah suggested. "Well, okay. Hold his dick straight up with your fingers around the head." Sarah did. Katie attempted to get the splinter out with her teeth. Richard began to squirm. "Ahhhh . . . ohhhh . . ." he groaned. "Dude, quit wiggling!" Katie demanded. "You have to calm him down, Sarah!" "Yeah, like how? It must really hurt." "It does really hurt!" Richard agreed. "Well, what can I do that will make you stay still?" Sarah asked. "Uh . . . if you put your mouth on the head of my cock, I promise I will." Sarah did. She closed her lips around his corona. "I got it!" Katie soon squealed. Suddenly Richard's body convulsed and he ejaculated spasmodically. As soon as Sarah tasted cum she pulled her mouth off Richard's dick, pointed it at Katie, and shot her right between the eyes with a big glob of spunk. "Bull's-eye!" she cried. "Richard, that wasn't very polite, blowing a big load while we were administering medical treatment," Katie complained. "Like I could help it. Two hot naked babes with their mouths on my dick? I've had a lot of wet dreams just like that." "At least we can be sure he's not the Antichrist," Sarah concluded. "No tattoo on this penis. See ya, Dick," see said politely as she wagged Richard's limp dick." "Thank you so much girls, for getting the splinter out and . . ." "It was the Christian thing to do," Katie replied. Katie and Sarah returned to the more populated areas of the camp to continue their search for the penis tattooed with the mark of the beast. An announcement blared on the camp's loud speakers: "A hole has been discovered in the fence here at Bare Lake Nudie Camp, and the police are looking into it." "Let's go check it out, Sarah," Katie suggested. "I wonder how big the hole is." "Maybe it's a glory hole," Sarah offered. "I mean, you're not supposed to have sex in public here at the camp. Sticking your dick though a hole and getting it sucked on the 'outside' would technically circumvent the rules, I guess." "But Sarah, we had sex with Richard." "Hey, that wasn't our fault!" The two girls approached the hole in the fence. "Yep, there's the cops peeking through the hole," Sarah reported. "Can they arrest us for indecent exposure?" One of the officers yelled out, "Your exposure is quite decent, I can assure you!" "Those cops are jerk offs!" Katie spat. "Maybe they're nice guys," Sarah replied. "We haven't even met them." "I meant that they are jerking off," Katie answered. "Oh. Hey, let's go for a swim. It's really hot." The girls approached one of the Bare Lake beaches. The sign read "Senior Citizen Nude Beach. Watch for Golden Oldies." "So we should try another beach, Sarah. I doubt the Antichrist is someone who needs to be ironed." The sign at the next beach read "Always swim nude. Sharks hate to peel their food." "I guess that's the beach for us, Katie. I mean, we don't have swim suits." The beach was crowded and many people were in the water. Katie and Sarah sat on towels and searched for anyone who appeared to have a tattoo on his penis. Sarah saw someone who looked like a possibility walk by them. She called out to him, "Hey mister, do you have a light?" He turned and came back to where they were sitting. "No. I do smoke, but as you can see I don't have any pockets for my cigarettes and lighter." "I don't mean to pry, but what's that on your penis?" Sarah inquired. "There are some marks or something on it, as far as I can tell without getting a real close look. That isn't a tattoo, is it?" "Oh no," he replied. "Never cook bacon while you're naked." "I don't think we need to worry about that as much as you dudes do," Katie observed. "Nice talking to you. We're going for a swim." The girls went into the water and began to splash each other. "Don't get my hair wet!" Sarah screeched. "The water isn't what is making your little red snatch wet," Katie said with a snort. "Seeing other girls naked turns you on." "Me? You're the quim hound." They kept going up to their waists. Soon they noticed something unusual—a young woman, also up to her waist in the water, reading a book. "She looks like that famous Victoria's Secret model," Katie noted. "I forget her name. How come she's not wearing a mask? I wonder what she's reading. Wow, that's weird, reading a book in the water." "A model is right," Sarah agreed. "Oh my God, she's totally hot! Let's go check her out. Maybe she has a tattoo on her penis!" Sarah jested. Both girls giggled. They approached the young woman who was reading aloud, but they couldn't decipher what she was saying. "Hi there!" Katie called out. "What are you reading? It must be a really good book." "Oh it is," the woman replied, "it's a Bible. Not to worry, it's a waterproof edition. Are you girls interested in the Bible?" "Sure we are!" Katie responded eagerly, nodding. The young woman again read aloud from the Bible. "I can't understand what you said," Sarah complained. "Don't you speak in tongues?" the woman asked, smirking. "I'd like to speak to her in tongues," Katie whispered to Sarah, "with my tongue right on her clit." "This is a Hebrew Bible," the woman explained. "Would you two like a Bible lesson, from the original languages? I also have a Greek New Testament over on my blanket." "Sure we would!" Sarah replied. "Well, just follow me, then." The woman started to head to the beach, and Katie and Sarah trailed behind. "Hey, you're wearing a bikini bottom," Katie commented. "This is a nude beach, you know." "Is that to keep the sharks off you, since they don't like to peel their food?" Sarah joked. "I don't want anyone to recognize my . . . uh . . . I'm wearing a pad. A visit from Aunt Flo." "I hope the sharks don't smell blood," Katie offered stoically. "I love shark steak," the woman snapped, frowning at Katie. "Sorry," Katie whimpered. "I get in a real bad mood too when I'm percolating." The three got to the woman's blanket, and she picked it up with her other things, including a cooler and a large beach bag. "Let's walk on down the beach and find a secluded spot where we can talk privately," she suggested. They went around a bend in the shoreline and found a perfect spot. The woman spread the blanket and the three of them sat down. "By the way, my name is Sarah and this is Katie. What's yours?" "Alex." "Oh, that must be short for Alexis," Katie concluded. Max raised an eyebrow. She pulled some bottles of some sort of beverage from the cooler. "Here, try this. But first take those stupid Miss Piggy masks off." And then she added under her breath, "You'll be squealing like stuck pigs soon enough." Katie and Sarah took several sips. "Wow, this is good, what is it?" Katie inquired. Nude Awakening "The same fruit punch that Satan gave Eve in the Garden of Eden. It's quite the aphrodisiac." "Oh, you heard that story, too!" Katie squealed. "Do you know Seymour Kunt?" "I'm always up for seeing more cunt, but at the moment I'm rather fascinated by the ones that belong to you and your girlfriend. Now, let's have that Bible lesson, shall we girls?" "We don't have to squirm around on the ground like at some of those revivals the TV evangelists put on, do we?" Sarah asked. "The squirming is optional, at your discretion," Alex answered, looking annoyed. Alex expounded that most expositions of the Song of Solomon are nonsense, and it is not King Solomon who is the Shulamite maiden's lover as many say. No, it is the shepherd, she maintained. She explained that the book is a poetic drama celebrating that the maiden's love for the shepherd triumphs over the seducing enticements of Solomon, who desired her to join his harem. Alex gave the girls her exposition of the Song of Solomon, translating the Hebrew into English. Katie and Sarah appeared to be enthralled with the words of their new friend. After an hour of no one speaking but Alex, she finished. "Wow, who would have thought there was so much sex in the Bible!" Katie exclaimed. "You just have to understand what the original languages meant," Alex replied, "not what some religious zealot with an axe to grind says it means." "So chapter 5 verse 1 is about cunnilingus?" Sarah asked. "That part about 'I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey' and so forth?" Alex answered, "The Hebrew word 'yaar' translated to 'honeycomb' is more accurately translated to 'pussy' in my opinion. Did you girls ever eat each other's honeycomb?" Katie and Sarah looked at one another and blushed. Finally Katie offered, "The Devil made us do it!" "Oh, I doubt that, Katie. Why don't you and Sarah eat each other's honeycombs right now? I know you want to." Katie and Sarah looked at one another with wanton lust. "Me horny," Katie purred. "Me horny too," Sarah agreed. The two girls began to kiss passionately and tease nipples. Soon fingers found their way to nether regions. "You're making me so hot," Katie murmured. "Forget 666 for now, let's 69," Sarah suggested. They got into position side by side for optimal muff diving. Katie began to draw designs on the inside of Sarah's thighs with her tongue. "I'm doing 666's on you, girlfriend," Katie cooed. "I think you are the Antichrist." "No, you are!" Sarah countered, doing the same thing to Katie. Then they began to lick each other's pussy. In and out and around and around. Then some attention to the clit, pulling and letting it go, alternating sucking with the flicking of tongues. "Would you like to join us, Alexis?" Sarah asked hopefully. "I hate the Red Wings, what with being a Penguins fan and all, but what the heck, I could go for some strawberry shortcake." "Me too!" Katie seconded. "Bring on the red river valley!" "Girls, I hate to interrupt your fun, but before we engage in sexual relations, I have a big secret I think it would be only right to share with you." "You don't have a STD, do you?" Katie questioned, becoming very concerned. "No, nothing like that. Oh, and my name is not Alexis—it's Alexander." "Alexander?" Sarah blurted. Suddenly Sarah reached toward Alex and grabbed her bikini bottom and pulled it down. "Oh my dear Lord in heaven!" Katie screamed. "She has a penis! A really big penis!" "And 666 is tattooed on it!" Sarah shouted. "Yes, that may be true," Alex agreed, "but that is not my big secret." "Well, what in the hell is your big secret, then?" Katie asked, very confused. "I have supernatural powers such that I have no temporary period of psycho-physiologic erectile incompetence immediately following ejaculation. Thus, I can achieve a true multi-orgasmic response. Just as you girls do, and just did when you were flipping each other's bean." "You mean . . . that after you bust a nut . . . your dick doesn't get limp?" "Exactly, Katie." "I call bullshit!" Sarah snarled. "I got to see this to believe it. Katie, you're so gullible I think you actually think that somebody can shoot wad after wad without it ever getting soft." "Well, I can hope, can't I?" "So let's have a little demonstration, then," Sarah demanded. "You suck Alex's dick. After you swallow some spunk, we'll see if it's still hard enough to stick it in my cockpit." Katie nodded and grasped Alex's penis with both hands with only the head visible and spoke into it like a microphone. "Dicky dicky, give me the sticky sticky. On my tits and in my mouth. But dicky dicky don't go south. Keep it up, big and hard, and put it in my lumberyard. Agin and agin and agin if you kin." "Well, let's see if your cock sucking is as good as your poetry, shall we," Alex said matter-of-factly. Sarah kissed Alex and nibbled her ears and neck with her hands all over Alex's breasts as Katie ministered enthusiastically to her cock. Alex began to whimper and groan as Katie experienced and experimented with the taste and feel of Alex's cock in her mouth. Katie began to do a circle motion as the cock slid to different places in her mouth. Then she tilted her head back so that her mouth and throat were in as much of a straight line as possible. And it popped right down the pipe. All of it. Her nose nestled Alex's bush. "Oh my fucking God!" Alex yelled. "I've never been sucked off before! Not even by Lilith in Hades!" "You're going to shoot a big load, aren't you, Alex, honey? Fuck my mouth, baby. Fuck it hard and fast." Meanwhile Sarah got behind Alex and licked her bum and stuck her tongue in the hole, as she reached around with a hand and fondled Alex's balls as Katie continued to deep-throat Alex's cock. "Oh yeah . . . oh fuck!" Alex cried as she began to move her hips in a thrusting motion to meet Katie's warm, wet, welcoming mouth. "I . . . I . . . ohhh . . . ahhh . . . my . . . ohhhhh yeah . . . arrrggg . . ." Katie gulped down most of the spunk and then finished off Alex's still spurting cock by holding it on the tip of her tongue as she squeezed every last bit out. Sarah pushed her aside. "Hey, let me have a taste! Yum yum." Sarah and Katie waited for the inevitable. For Alex's dick to get limp. But it didn't happen. "Okay girls, let's jump in the water," Alex suggested. "I want to show you my mermaid moves. Grab that big inter tube over there by the bushes." Katie did and took it into the water. Alex sat in it with her legs dangling over the side. Sarah straddled Alex's lap while facing her, and slowly lowered herself on Alex's penis with her hands on Alex's shoulders for support. Once Alex was insider her, Sarah began to rock back and forth. Alex intensified the action by grasping Sarah's hips to help propel her. The splashing water created by the thrusting hits of both of their nether regions only magnified the titillation factor. Soon both of them were moaning and groaning and saying very naughty words. Soon Katie complained, "Hey, don't you think it's my turn?" Alex fucked Katie silly too, and tried a half dozen more aqua maneuvers with the girls, including Beach Ball Booty, which gave a whole new meaning to having a ball. "Wow, I'm getting waterlogged," Sarah mentioned, and Katie concurred. They went back to the blanket. "Don't you think we should be using those Christian Naked Broadcasting Network condoms?" Katie wondered aloud. "Oh, I don't think a girl can get us pregnant," Sarah answered convincingly. Alex coordinated the sexual activities for the next four hours, which included her favorites like The Houdini, Angry Dragon, Tea Bag, Cum Guzzling Sperm Burping Bitch, Dirty Sanchez, Flying Camel, Screwnicorn, and Donkey Punch. Finally, Katie and Sarah cried for mercy and collapsed in exhaustion on the blanket. Katie pulled a notebook out of her purse. "Hey Alex, the action was so fast and furious I can't possibly remember everything. Would you mind going over this stuff verbally, but without demonstrations. Please describe the Donkey Punch." "You do your girl doggy and moments before you cum, stick your dick in her ass and then punch her in the back of the neck. The blow to the neck will stun the muscles in her rectum, which will constrict your penis and give you a tremendous orgasmic experience when you ejaculate. She will forget all about the pain in her ass due to the pain in her neck, which you attribute to whiplash from a real good fucking." "Wow, my neck really hurts," Sarah said, twisting it back and forth. "Mine too," Katie concurred. "So how about the Flying Camel?" Alex described all the positions in great detail as Katie diligently took notes. "Now I'm tired of talking, let's get back to the fucking." Alex demanded. "No!" Katie and Sarah screamed in unison. "Well, get on your knees then, girls, and give me some more blow jobs. As you can see, I have a raging hard-on, and it's all your fault." * * * Sarah called Reverend Seymour Kunt that evening. "Katie and I have found the person with the mark of the beast tattoo. We are, however, not certain that she is the Antichrist. Well, not for much longer anyway, if she goes ahead with the Sexual Reassignment Surgery." Katie grabbed the phone. "But we are trying to talk her out of the surgery. It would be such a waste! Talk about the Rapture! You should see what she can do with that . . . oh never mind . . . you wouldn't believe us anyway." "The Antichrist is the great seducer," Reverend Kunt replied belligerently. "Why, he even has you two believing he is a she. This Antichrist has a penis, right?" "Well, yes, but—" "But what? Now bring this Antichrist to me immediately. I'll get to the bottom of this mystery." * * * Two weeks later Alex and Katie and Sarah were starring in the Antichrist Reality Series on the Christian Naked Broadcasting Network. A popular feature of the show was the Antichrist performing miracles like having a dozen orgasms in an hour, which was matched by the girls. The show totally dominated all sports in the ratings. On Nude Day a year later, Alex and Reverend Seymour Kunt were married naked on the show, which garnered the highest ratings ever. Alex never did have the Sexual Reassignment Surgery, but Reverend Kunt developed a severe bowlegged condition. * * * Author's Note: This story is entered in the Nude Day Contest. Votes and public comments are much appreciated. If you really like it, please add it as one of your favorite stories. If you add me as one of your favorite authors, you can easily check to see if I have any new stories, which I will very soon.