Chapter 6: The Church’s Slutty Bimbo Carnival

Bishop Patrick Mallory

The Church Fete had arrived. A large party for adults and older teens.

The booths were set up. The refreshment stands were manned. Well, bimboed. That should be a word. The bimbos were out with their tits on display. At one booth, you could pay money to put clothespins on a bimbo’s nipples and watch her squirm in delight. That was one of the cheaper delights.

I passed the stocks where three bimbos were bent over and trapped in place, their asses and pussies available on one side, their mouths and tits on the other. Already, men were lining up to use their cunts and assholes, paying money to fuck their increasingly sloppy holes.

Jizz ran down their thighs as they gobbled cocks on the other side. A few women were lining up to get their pussies licked by the studs. One girl stepped up. She bent over, holding her boyfriend’s hand and squealing as the bimbo devoured her.

The reputation of the Catholic Bimbo Church would build, allowing me to convert more parishes to the “correct” faith and to reconquer more Protestant churches that had fallen away from the Bimbo Church. At this rate, I might become Pope. The Pontiff Supreme over all Bimbos.

I was such a pervert.

Father Spencer’s bimbo wife sat at a booth where she was singing up virgin girls and faithful wives to become new nuns. They had to be inspected by her and questioned. Her husband had locked her. She was a bimbo-nun that would only service him.

Love ... There was a reason priests should not have a wife. Then they wouldn’t get jealous of their bimbo-nuns and bimbo-harlots fucking their flock. Oh, well, she was finding a few girls that would become new nuns.

They would be useful for the bimbo convent I could establish. That was another option. Bimbo convents had appeared this morning. I glanced at my phone and read the message again, smiling in delight.

New Feature Added: Bimbo Convents! If you can recruit ten virgins and faithful wives at once, you can found your very own Bimbo Convent. The Order of the Airhead Whore is eager to expand. The nuns take vows of whoredom with their very own porn site. Cameras will livestream the entire convent twenty-four/seven so their antics will always be viewed. Whether they’re praying on their Sybian machines or ministering to horny men who need to dump a load, their fans around the world will watch and ache to have their own Bimbo Convent in their community.

I could not wait to establish the first Bimbo Convent.

Mrs. Spencer was sending the girls and faithful wives into the church. I hummed with delight, eager to see what they became. I continued walking around the grounds, smiling at the shooting range. It fired those soft, chalk projectiles that burst on impact.

Only the people weren’t shooting at targets but a bimbo’s nipple and clit. One of the bimbo harlots from Father Spiegal’s church sat up there, gasping in delight as one struck her nipple. The white chalk puffed around her big boob which rippled.

“Yesy yes, that’s a solidly hit!” she squealed. “You’re gonna get to a titty fuck, but if you get the othery nipple you’re gonna get to fucky my pussy!”

The guy hit her tit.

“So closely close!” she squealed. “Comey on. I needy to be fuckyed hard!”

He struck her nipple with his last shot. If had also gotten her clit, he could have ass-fucked her, too, but now he was just getting her pussy. Another bimbo was ready to take over. Most missed. He was one of the better shots.

A loud growl drew my attention. A dozen motorcycles pulled into the parking lot, all driven by Black men in leather vests and blue jeans, many with chaps. They parked their bikes, all Harley-Davidson’s. No sleek racing bikes but street bikes. They were a tough bunch who were grinning. Each of them had patches of flames surrounding a dark shape.

A devil.

The motorcycle gang headed to the booth to buy raffle tickets. Priscilla-Bimbo, a wild whore from Father Spencer’s church, was the grand prize of the raffle. Whoever won it would get to own her for life. She was eager to be auctioned off.

She was a bimbo who had shown up to church in a corset and thigh-high boots eager to eat out the preacher’s wife. She was a wild one who was so eager to be degraded by whoever owned her. Any man who won her would have a hard time keeping up with her.

I pulled out my phone and smiled at the rising prestige. I could already add another church and reconquer another Protestant. Plus the Bimbo Convent. It wouldn’t be long before I would have more than one diocese.

Before I would become a cardinal.

Father Spiegal manned a booth where husbands were bringing their wives to turn them into bimbo harlots. The wives sometimes were shocked by what was happening. They could only become whores if they were cheating, though.

One wife became a new bimbo and immediately started sucking her husband’s cock.

Another booth was for women only. It was bimbos that had cum filled pussies. Creampies for any adventurous women, or lesbians, who wanted to give it a try. There were two bimbos getting eaten out by a pair of girls in the tartan skirt of the local Catholic school.

And, of course, there were the gloryholes. Bimbos were manning those, too. I grabbed a snow cone from a Black bimbo-whore with her tits out. She grinned at me as she handed it to me. There were so many sluts in my parish I didn’t even know them all.

“Enjoy!” she squealed, looking so happy

“I will,” I said, and knew everyone attending would enjoy it, too.

Especially that group of boys from the Catholic school. They were all heading to the stocks maybe to get their dicks in pussy for the first time. They would lose their virginities to bimbos. I enjoyed the blueberry-flavored snow cone and marveled at everything that I had created.

Tim Messer

I finished peeing. I shook my cock a few more times while staring at the hole drilled into the stall. It had duct tape around it.

There was no way that there was really a bimbo in there, right? Bimbos cost money. Of course, this one had a sign that read, “$5 for a blowjob. Maybe it’s your mother or your wife or your daughter or a complete stranger sucking your dick!”

I groaned and pulled out my wallet. I was so glad I came to this party. I had no idea the Catholic church was so kinky. I had to start coming to church if it was like this. I might even have to believe in god. Right now, though...

I shoved my $5 through the hole.

It was snatched up at once.

“Thanky you so muchy much!” a girlish voice cooed. “Sticky that hugey cock through the gloryhole and I’ll sucky you so hardy!”

“Shit,” I groaned and pressed against the stall divider, my cock thrusting through the hole. The metal was cool against my face. “This church is awesome.”

“So awesomey!” cooed the woman on the other side. She gripped the base of my cock in her warm hand. “Yay!”

She engulfed my cock and suckled on me with such enthusiasm. I never had a girl put this much effort into it. She wasn’t blowing me because she felt she had to. This slut loved to nurse on a guy’s dick. I could feel her joy as she swirled around her tongue around my cock.

“Fuck,” I groaned, rubbing my cheek against the stall divider. “That’s so good!”

She squealed around my cock and kept suckling on me. Her passion was incredible. Her enthusiastic tongue danced around my rod. She bobbed her head, sliding her plump lips up and down my dick.

The way she blew me was incredible. She bobbed her head, sliding her lips up and down my cock with so much passion. She flicked her tongue around my dick. I groaned, my nuts twitching with the joy of this moment.

She suckled hard on me. It was incredible to have her working that hot mouth up and down my dick. I groaned, loving the passion of this moment. The bimbo on the other side worship my cock. My nuts twitched.

This was the greatest festival or block party or fete or whatever the fuck it was.

“Shit!” I growled. “Just like that! Suck my dick. Suckle hard on me! Yes, yes! Damn!”

She purred around my cock. She flicked her tongue around me. I loved the way she did that. It felt so good to have her blowing me with all her passion. She suckled and slurped on me with so much passion. My fist pounded against the stall divider as she loved my cock.

She worked that hot mouth up and down my dick. She blew me with all her might. It was incredible to have her doing that. I loved the feel of her working that hot mouth up and down my dick. She blew me with passion.

The whore brought me closer and closer to cumming.

“I’m going to flood your mouth, slut!” I growled.

She squealed and suckled harder. My dick throbbed in her mouth. The slut suckled with passion on me. I loved how nursed on me with all that might. I groaned, hurtling toward the moment when I would cum in her mouth.

I would just erupt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I moaned. “That’s it, slut! That’s goddamn it. I ... Yes!”

I exploded into her mouth.

I flooded her with my cum. She gulped it down, though. She was swallowing it all without a care in the world. It was clear that she loved it. She swallowed my jizz, gulping down the spunk. Stars flashed across my vision.

I grunted over and over again as I filled her mouth with my spunk. I dumped my load into her hungry maw. She swallowed it all down. She gulped it down with passion. I loved it. Stars flashed across my vision.

I grunted again and again. I pumped her mouth full of my spunk. It was incredible. The rapture shot through me again and again. She suckled hard, working out all the jizz in my balls. I grunted as I fired the last of my spunk into her mouth.

She purred around my cock before popping her lips off with a wet smack. “Mmm, that was so goody and yummy and tasty! Yay!”

“It was amazing,” I said and tucked my cock away. I opened the stall door to find a guy with a five in his hand. So I said, “Enjoy.”