“The Routine” – Chapter V

Chapter V

William Tanner hung up the phone and looked at his notes in disbelief. This stuff just got weirder and weirder, but nevertheless it was a story; a very interesting story he thought; a story that needed to be told to the public. If only he could gather enough evidence, that was always the big problem with these cases. Most of what he had to go on was just rumors, hearsay and things he had found on the internet doing his research, but lately he had eventually been able to gather some evidence of a few of the strange stories he’d been encountering.

William, or Will as he was called, was a journalist. He wasn’t working for any of the big timers, just doing freelance stuff for some local newspapers, a few porn mags and maybe once or twice getting his stories noticed enough to at least be mentioned in some of the larger papers. And as all journalists he was working on his Big story.

It had all started a year ago when he had gotten a phone call from one of his friends from high school. The friend had recognized his name from a few stories he had read in a porn mag and thought that he would be the right person to get in touch with.

“Hey Will, it’s Archie. You still a journalist?”

“Sure.”

“Then I think I have a story for you.”

He had started to talk about something that he in turn had heard from a friend of his working at an university up state. It was a pretty spectacular story, and something that Will had a hard time believing. The rumor had it that all of a sudden a whole class of students had broken into an orgy in the middle of the classroom in the middle of the day. And even though it had been investigated by the university leaders, nothing had come of it and the whole event had quickly been hushed up. His friend was however quite sure it was more than a rumor, because he had been talking to one of the students in that class and gotten confirmation. Also two of the girls had become pregnant at a time that coincided with the presumed time of the event. The event being of course the orgy…

Will had agreed to talk to this friend, try to investigate a little more into the matter and maybe interview some people. And as it turned out, he also got the impression that the rumors really were true, even though his attempts to get any of the leaders or the girls that had participated to talk were futile.

The story had been printed by a few adult magazines but no one else were interested. However, only a week later, he had gotten another phone call about another unexplainable sexual event that was rumored to have occurred during a concert four weeks earlier.

Now his computer were stacked with similar stories; stories of intriguing sexual behavior from people you wouldn’t normally think would do such things. At least not in those kinds of settings. A lot of stuff was collected from the internet, and he was sure more than half of it were just fantasies that people had made up, and some of it was probably just caused by extreme sexual urges in the spur of the moment. But still there were stuff that had to have some other kind of explanation.

Like this latest weird tale. The one he had been investigating for the last few weeks. There was a story about two nuns that had all of a sudden started to run around sucking cock in the name of the Lord. What the hell was that all about?

This was also the story he’d had most fun trying to investigate, because after a few weeks he had been able to get an interview with the two nuns. They had of course been thrown out of the monastery where they had lived most of their adult life, but had taken up their missionary quest from another location downtown. Will was exited as he entered their office where they had been sitting behind a large desk, a large crucifix on the wall behind them, and huge curtains in front of the large windows. In front of the crucifix was of course an altar with candle-light flickering and the good book open in the middle. The rest of the room had been decorated with more religious paintings and symbols, and Will had struggled to see how this could turn into another of his erotic stories.

Nevertheless he had started the interview, trying to figure out how it all had started and why they were doing what they were doing.

“We had a messenger from God,” they explained. “He came to us during our prayers when we were visiting a congregation up north, and it made perfectly sense as he preached to us about how a man’s mind was blocked up with sexual thoughts when he should be thinking about Jesus and the Bible. So by releasing these sexual urges, the mind will be more open to the words of God.”

Sure. It made perfectly sense for someone who wanted to get a Blowjob from an under-educated, naive chick who was too brained washed to understand that she was being tricked, but two nuns? Smart, well educated and sternly brought up by people that – from what he had heard – weren’t supposed to have any sexual urges at all?

Being the kind of person he was, he had not been able to resist the temptation to have them demonstrate what they were preaching, so he’d gotten a blowjob – only in the interest of his research of course.

It had been a sight out of this world. Two pretty faced nuns in their penguin suits kneeling down in front of him, opening the fly in his jeans and grabbing his growing cock as it sprang forth. Their white skin against his enormous, black cock, their eyes not showing any sign of sexual lust as they pressed their lips and tongues against it. This was just something that had to be done, and to them it seemed completely natural. The nuns had obviously had a lot of practice, because the blowjob was one of the better he’d experienced. Of course it was not something that had happened to him very often, getting a blowjob from two women at the same time, but the way they did it, both licking up his shaft from each side and then taking his head into their mouths – one at a time, was extremely satisfying.

Will’s cock grew in his pants as he envisioned this demonstration in his mind, and he thought about releasing some of the ‘blocking tension’ in his groin as he remembered how the experienced nuns had swallowed all of his 10 incher, letting it slide in and out of their throats until he had spurted forth his white, gobbly seed, depositing it into the faces and mouths of these women of God, staining their already well used penguin suits with more specs of love juice.

He pushed the thoughts away as he looked back at his notes from the previous phone call. A horde of women undressing and masturbating in a public park in broad daylight? This had to be investigated further, and it would take some time. He wouldn’t be able to visit his girlfriend this evening as planned, so he picked up the phone to give his Rosie a call.

Roseanna Wilkinson heard the phone ring in her purse, but she didn’t pick it up.