SOFI – THE NAKED NUN - 7 free porn video

CHAPTER SEVEN: LEGENDS

“Aw … Sister Sofi … good, you’re back.”

Anton and I were just opening the creaking gate which alerted Mother Maria to our arrival. The finish on the metal hinges had disappeared long ago and metal in the jungle corrodes rapidly. Anton had escorted me down river to a village. The Sisters were among the few with knowledge of ‘doctoring’ beyond jungle herbal treatments. Mother Maria had been surprised when the call for assistance came from down river but pleased, also. It gave her the sense that my arrival was truly expanding the work of the enclave.

“Is something the matter, Mother?” I stopped just inside the gate at seeing the expression on her face. I glanced at Anton who only shrugged. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“You just couldn’t wait to get out of your clothes, could you?” I looked down at the bundle of clothes in my arms. I chuckled. It was true.

* * * *

We had taken a supply canoe down the river and back. The further down the river, the more influence and exposure to civilization can be expected, though the government (due to pressure by environmental, health, and human rights groups from around the world) has restricted contact up the river even to our little village. As a result, it was felt to be prudent for me to be dressed in the habit I had worn when I arrived. Reluctantly, I saw the need and agreed to being dressed, the first time since arriving at the enclave. The concession I made, though, was to not wear any undergarments. That was a huge mistake. My body was so accustomed to no clothes that the heavy fabric of the habit felt abrasive, especially on the more sensitive parts like my nipples and breasts. So, once we were again in the canoe returning and had rounded a bend hiding our existence on the river, I quickly stripped off the habit and bundled it on the bottom of the canoe with relief. I heard Anton laugh behind me. I turned to playfully swat his leg. But it wasn’t only Anton laughing. Emilio, the operator of the canoe, was also smiling brightly. Emilio, of course, was a trusted friend ever since Anton had brought him into our confidence by way of my introduction to double penetration. I both giggled and blushed. I had, indeed, gone native and felt more uncomfortable in clothes than without them.

I turned my attention back to the river ahead of us. The jungle had become my neighborhood the same as other buildings and houses would to people living in cities. But this neighborhood was seldom always the same. Plant growth occurred with startling rapidity. Trails that weren’t frequently travelled quickly became overgrown. Life in the jungle was always in flux in the water, air, ground, and in the trees above. The colors were sometimes shockingly intense and the dangers of the surrounding life was constant. I never tired of what I saw and hoped I never would.

A familiar awareness surfaced within me as the canoe’s struggling motor pushed us up the river. For days I had been in clothes. For days I had dutifully played the mysterious nun who came from the jungle. Now, alone in the canoe on the river away from the eyes of last civilization-influenced village, I could resort back to being the way I wanted. Removing the heavy fabric of the habit so I was again covered only by the short veil and head piece and cross vibrating against my breast bone between my breasts was the first step in feeling a return to normality. The next step quickly became evident to me as I felt the growing, undeniable feeling emanating from my pussy and reflected in the tight erection of my nipples. I closed my eyes, raised my face to the intermittent flashes of sun through the dense canopy of the trees along and over the river. Despite the beauty of life along the river, my senses became focused on returning feelings of my body. As if being in the quasi-civilized surroundings and wearing habit had been a signal to my body on how to respond, being back in the deeper jungle and removing my clothes had awakened my body to how I was free to respond.

I spun around to face Anton and Emilio behind him. My knees were parted for side-to-side balance against the questionable stability of the canoe. Anton’s eyes easily moved from my face down my body now on display to him. His smile grew as he focused on my pussy lips glistening when captured by the sun. Emilio craned his body and head while remaining in balance to gaze around Anton for a partial view. For days, both men had been contained while they escorted and assisted me. I made a simple nod and Emilio’s gaze shifted from me to the river ahead. I knew he was looking for a suitable opening along the river’s bank to go ashore. I also knew what that meant and it excited me. Emilio had become a comfortable addition to our activity on the occasions he spent in our little village or, like this trip, we used his canoe to travel.

In excited anticipation, I turned to look at Anton who smiled. Anton understood me and in that way was a perfect partner. He was comfortable in our relationship despite the lack of formal commitment. In knowing and understanding my hunger, he was also comfortable with seeing my enjoyment of others. He knew that what we shared was beyond mere fucking. My anticipation increased as I looked into Anton’s eyes and saw his feelings but also as I caught sight of Emilio scanning the banks for a suitable location. We were never sure when we would see each other and he wasn’t going to pass up the chance, if possible.

I felt the canoe shift in the current and my attention returned to the river ahead. I immediately saw the location he was intent on, a worn-down slope on the bank where a****ls came down to the river. With my feet apart to press into the sloping sides of the canoe for balance, I awkwardly moved to the very front of the canoe. When it bumped into the shallow slope, I grabbed an exposed tree root as Anton jumped over the side and dragged the canoe onto the sloping section.

I clumsily got out and the two of us bent over the canoe to pull it further onto the bank as Emilio shut off the small motor and raised it to avoid hitting the bottom. As I was bent over the canoe, I felt a hand cup a hanging, swaying breast. Anton was immediately playful and Emilio laughed as I equally playfully swatted the hand away. The false scowl on my face only brought more laughter.

On top of the bank, we found the location not to be as good as was hoped. The a****l approach to the river had provided a landing location but the top was only a narrow a****l trail leading to it from the dense jungle and thick undergrowth. The two men scanned, frustratingly, around for a suitable place for me to lay down. Instead, I dropped to my knees where we were and pulled their shorts down to get at their cocks. Both were large but Emilio was not like Anton’s pleasurable monster. The two men quickly gave up their search and stood alongside each other as my mouth and tongue and hands moved from one to the other. They were immediately hard, my obvious enthusiasm surely adding to my physical provocation.

Amid growing sighs, gasps, and rigid cocks, I availed myself to them in the only way I could see as practical … I simply turned on my hands and knees there on the narrow a****l trail. My opened beyond the narrow trail, my nipples were hard, my exposed pussy was dripping, and my breathing was already ragged, all in anticipation. I could never have imagined I would be acting this way and certainly not in service of God. But this moment was in service of the three of us and only the biproduct of my commitment to the Order.

I didn’t look behind me. It matters not at all which one of them took me, first. I was giving myself over to them, both of them, and they both knew it. It wasn’t the first time for the three of us and wouldn’t be the last. Not the last by a long shot.

I felt a hand on my hip and a cock at my pussy, moving up and down along the wet slit. When it entered with a forceful thrust, I knew it was Emilio instantly. Emilio’s cock is nice and long, but not anything like Anton. By a couple strokes, his cock was fully inside me, his hips hitting my ass. My mouth opened as I gasped and moaned at the thrill of being fucked, again. My moans encouraged Emilio. Words escaped my moaning mouth without thought or consideration.

“OH … GOD … YES! Emilio … yes … fuck me … yessssss … You … are so … good … to me.”

The underbrush alongside the trail was being crushed and my sagging head saw the bare feet and legs of Anton pushing through the brush and weeds to kneel in front of me. I looked up with half focused eyes. His face and eyes were beaming back to me.

“You are a slut, Sister Sofi. I think you are right … God has called you to serve Him in this way.”

I gave him a weak smile and opened my mouth. I wasn’t intending to respond verbally. My intended response was for my mouth to be filled and he obligingly reacted by bringing his hard cock forward and pressing it into my mouth.

I gurgled non-sensical sounds as Emilio’s forceful thrusts pressed my mouth further over Anton’s cock and to my throat. Soon, Anton leaned a bit closer and those thrusts sent his cock into my throat but he was careful to allow for my breathing as his log filled my throat. I was truly being fucked at both ends and my body released to only being consumed. My mind went blank as I gave myself over to the two men and their cocks, any thought remaining only intent on satisfying their singular carnal pleasure needs.

Anton leaned forward and cupped a swinging breast, his fingers fondling and squeezing, then trapping a nipple to deliciously torment. At the same time, Emilio added his fingers to the effort of his cock by rubbing and pressing on my clit. I exploded, my pussy washing, coating the cock in my pussy and my mouth and throat opening to the invasion of that cock. Both my pussy and throat spasmed around the two cocks. Both men responded but in very different ways. Emilio grunted and thrust mightily into my pussy. Anton pulled part way out so his cock head was just inside my mouth. Anton was waiting his turn; Emilio was close to ending his.

After Emilio filled my pussy with his seed, Anton moved again through the brush alongside me as my upper body sank to the dirt. I could feel Emilio’s cum and my juices flowing from my open pussy as Anton took position behind me. He sank his massive cock into my well lubricated pussy and was hitting the top of my pussy in moments as only he can. With my chest and face in the dirt and my ass up being fucked, I felt hands pulling my shoulders. I responded to the pressure with opened mouth, knowing what was wanted. As I again braced my hands and arms beneath me, Emilio’s juice covered cock slid into my mouth. I sucked the length of it as it slowly lost firmness in my mouth.

Anton fucked me until we both climaxed. Breaks in travel with Anton can be more tiring than relaxing, not that he would EVER hear me complain.

* * * *

Unbeknownst to any of us at the enclave, my reputation was spreading through the jungle, one tribe to another. We would find out that tribes who isolated themselves from other tribes, like the one Anton and I visited with the baby, began sharing and it all started with what happened with me and the infant and my openness to share in the village like any other female of the tribe.

Mother Maria had a thread-bare cloth wrapped around her hips. The other sisters sometimes opted for these wrapping like the women of the village also sometimes wore. The wrap was old, having become thin and gray with years of wear and washing. Her exposed, sagging breasts jiggled and swayed as we walked to the main hut of the enclave where she provided water and bread to both Anton and me.

“An unusual request has arrived by runner, Sister.” She took my hands in hers and looked at me intently but her face was glowing. “A tribe we’ve never heard from … never known, to be truthful … much deeper in the interior that we have ever had contact … they have asked for you to come to them. The runner came from the tribe you two visited recently, the one with the infant.” She took a deep breath, “There is something happening, my dear. Something marvelous is happening because of you.”

I didn’t know what to say or how to react. I looked to Anton, my companion and guardian on all my travels, but he just shrugged. Mother Maria gathered herself, finally, and gave what she knew which turned out to be not that much. She understood the tribe in question was several days journey beyond the tribe we encountered because of the infant. The tribe where I didn’t only nurse the infant until it could be successfully weaned, but where the chief and many of the men had freely and unapologetically enjoyed my body as was the custom of the tribe where men and women dd not pair themselves beyond the moment of pleasure. This new village would then be nearly a week of travel through the jungle. That would be the deepest anyone at the compound had ever travelled. She really knew nothing more than that except the messenger indicated the tribe was very excited for me to visit. This, of course, had Mother Marie very excited, since making unobtrusive contact and interaction was the reason the Sister of Mary Magdalene were here. There seemed to be no question that Anton and I would be making the trip.

* * * *

As promised, Anton and I were met by a guide on the other side of the village where I nursed the infant and … Walking past that village brought back a lot of memories and apparently for the tribe, as well. Many of them came from the huts in response to our passing. Their chief came out to meet us and insisted that I again return for a visit to them. His eyes unabashedly roamed my exposed body and his hanging penis twitched. I experienced a warm flush washing over me, promised I would, but insisted that we had a long distance to travel.

Once clear of the tribe, Anton teased me, “You know, Sister Sofi, why he really wants you to return.”

I closed the short distance separating us on our walking and gave him a squeeze from behind. “Yes … of course … I have a feeling it would be a full-out orgy next time.” He laughed in agreement. The thought and image stayed with me as we travelled, though, and I knew I would be fucking Anton’s brains out somewhere along the trail when we stopped for the night. I suppressed a giggle as my pussy lubrication leaked and coated the insides of my thighs when I remembered the guide who was waiting somewhere ahead. It wouldn’t be just Anton tonight, then.

* * * *

The guide pointed ahead and rushed at a trot down the nearly invisible trail and disappeared. Anton stopped and looked intently into my eyes. “Are you sure?” It seemed like an odd question after the long effort to get here. The question had validity, though. We knew next to nothing before, the tribe we passed could add nothing, and communication with the guide was difficult, even for Anton, and we learned little more. But we were here. The jungle is full of danger. It is said, and Anton reminds me frequently, the jungle is full of things that can kill and will if given the chance. After all we have endured, it wasn’t time now to turn back.

Oddly, I looked down at myself knowing the only thing I wore was the habit veil and head piece, my sandals, and the cloth bag strapped to my shoulders. I was dirty and sweaty. The luxury of regular bathing was something that occurred at the enclave, not deep in the jungle. Meeting new people for the first time caused me to be momentarily conscious of my appearance. The only difference between me and anyone else out here, though, was going to be that I wasn’t native, what I wore, my language, and my lighter skin. We pressed on.

In short order, we saw a clearing in the tree ahead where the sun penetrated the canopy above. As we stepped into the clearing, we found a crowd of people that might have been the entire tribe. In front were two men and a woman.

Almost immediately I heard a soft murmur rise several of the people, “See-leen-a?” It was a question and it seemed to bounce softly through the mass of people.

There were introductions, first. One man was the Chief, the other was translated as ‘Spirit Guide’, and the woman was a medicine woman. These three appeared quite old but I had come to understand how much life in the jungle can age people in appearance. Deep wrinkles were set in all three and the woman’s breasts hung low on her chest.

In almost any grouping, my 5’ 2” body would be small but not here. Most of the people, men and women, were shorter than me by at least a couple inches. We were soon surrounded as we stood before the three elders. The attention we, or I, received was nerve racking. The faces of the people were expectant and joyful.

Arriving to the village at late afternoon, the Chief raised his hands high into the air and the people began to quiet. People reached out and touched me gently, moving slightly to do so and to move aside for another. There was an air of excitement and anticipation creating a constant hum of hushed sound as the Chief tried to gain control.

I have picked up some words of various dialects in the jungle but this tribe was something different, yet. Anton, as was his habit wherever we went, served as immediate translator, standing at my side and just behind me so he can speak into my ear while watching the other person.

“She comes, finally!” Jubilant cheers sprang from the people. Every face radiated joyful excitement and anticipation.

I leaned back. “What is going on?” I asked Anton but he had no more clue than I did.

The Chief stepped forward and took my hand in his, raising it high with his own. Then, as he turned in a tight circle, I was forced to do the same. As we turned, the crowd chanted and I heard the phrase repeated from individuals s**ttered through the crowd, “see-leen-a … see-leen-a …”

“Now …”, the Chief announced, “we celebrate!”

Baskets of loaves, cooked meats, and assorted fruits and roots were brought from every hut and shelter of the tribe around a central large fire as darkness quickly enveloped them though the sky above the canopy still held light from the setting sun. Anton and I sat on mats next to the elders. Except for adornments of fashioned necklaces, bracelets, and crude tattoos, the people were completely naked and darkened skinned. As people and c***dren milled around selecting food into wood or reed crafted bowls, they continued to glance at me with smiles and that murmured phase.

I leaned to Anton, “What is that phrase they keeping saying?” My intention was not that would know but that he would enquire.

The conversation when back and forth between him, the Chief, and Spirit Guide. Anton looked probingly at me, then began the translation as the others continued to speak.

He started, “It isn’t a phrase, Sister Sofi … it’s a name … it’s who they think you are. See-leen-a is a beloved legend. Not just theirs, though, a legend shared by many tribes throughout the basin of the Amazon. It is a story that has been passed down from mother to daughter over generations and generations and generations. Nobody knows how far back the story goes.” The people around were hushed, all listening to the story being told, again. It appeared to be a beloved story that was told and retold with care and love. “There is much to the story of that has been added about experiences of others, the need for continuing tradition, the power of people united, sharing, and supporting. But, for you to understand the story and why they repeat the name …”

The story goes back to a time when time was not something that was important. Life was life, it was as simple as that. Maybe, a time only marginally different from now for them. And, at that time, life was not a good life. Life for the people was hard and there was much hardship. The a****ls of the jungle seemed to have disappeared. Their choices for food and survival were becoming fewer and fewer. It was becoming increasingly difficult to survive. Life for the people became moment to moment with little or no consideration for a future. Each day was survival; the next day, if it came, would be only the same. And, in the midst of the lack of a****ls for food, the women of the tribe stopped conceiving. The tribe was slowly dying away.

In the midst everything, one day that was just like so many others before it, a woman appeared out of the jungle. She appeared as if from nowhere naked just like them. She wore nothing on her body or feet. That wasn’t so unusual in itself. The only thing on her body were markings on her left breast. But she was not of the people. She did not belong where she was. She looked strange to them. But, as she walked into the village, following behind her out of the jungle, came a****ls with her. There were many a****ls; some wild that belonged in the jungle; others that were domesticated that belonged in pens and corrals and used for work or food. She did not speak. Perhaps she didn’t know the language of the people or she couldn’t speak, or she felt no need to speak. Whichever, she communicated by actions … and through the a****ls. In front of everyone, she dropped to the ground, pointed to an a****l and touched her ass. The a****l mounted her and they mated. That scene was repeated over and over for much of the remainder of the day as the people stood and watched in amazement as this stranger, this unknown woman, was mated by the a****ls. But, every time, she directed the a****ls. The a****ls didn’t mount her without her direction. She was in control of the a****ls. At the end of the day, she disappeared back into the jungle. Perhaps, she was gone still not knowing the meaning, if there was one, for what they had witnessed.

The next day the found the mysterious woman back in the village, this time without the a****ls. Again, she dropped to her hands and knees, pointed to one of the men who stood beside his wife and patted her ass as she had to each of the a****ls the day before. The man looked in disbelief. The man was uncertain what to do. The woman was insistent. The man’s wife shrugged with an embarrassed smile as she glanced around at the others of the tribe. Being naked, the man quickly became aroused so that by the time he knelt behind the jungle woman he was fully erect. Nervous and self-conscious, he pressed his cock into her and fucked her. It occurred to the man that he was performing not unlike the a****ls had, fully under her direction and control. After he emptied his seed into her pussy, she pointed to another man of the village. And, so it went well into the day until each of the mature men of the village had fucked her.

As strange as it all seemed to the people, the longer the woman stayed and mated with the a****ls of the jungle and tribe, the more a****ls were found in the jungle around them. Women of the people indicated more than asked to learn, be shown, how to mate and with which a****ls. But she also continued to regularly fuck the men of the tribe and soon the women were again becoming pregnant.

Anton concluded the translation, “The people became healthy and strong, their lives became rich in life and opportunity, the jungles were bountiful and providing, and their population again grew along with the abundance had. All was good with the people.”

The Chief and people were smiling … at her. It took a moment for my words to form. “They think I am that woman?”

“Not THE woman, obviously. A personification of that woman, though, yes.”

I know my mouth was hanging open. “But … why?”

“The story has spread about you nursing the infant and satisfying all the men of that tribe.”

“It wasn’t ALL of the men … most, maybe …”

Anton leaned into me and hugged my shoulder. “Legend and truth can be somewhat different. The truth about this See-leen-a might be somewhat different than the legend now being told and retold. The story spreading about you right now through the tribes could well be the same way. Especially after what happens here in this tribe.”

“What’s going to happen? What do you mean?”

“Tomorrow, they expect See-leen-a to bring balance, once again.” I swallowed hard.

* * * *

The next morning, I was greeted with even more excitement shown by the people, though I wouldn’t have thought that possible. I stood with Anton in the center of the clearing used by the tribe. All around, tucked into the trees at the edge were the huts of the people. The Chief and the other two elders came to us. He raised his hands for quiet, then explained through Anton that I was needed. There times might not be as hard as the time long ago, but they heard about my return and my strange ornaments shows I am special; I am the one.

This generated a hum of excitement which changed to murmurs amongst the people. The Chief let go of my hand and stepped back to join the other two elders. I sensed movement and turned. The crowd parted but even before it had fully done so, I saw what approached. Led by two men was a mutant donkey, nearly the size of a common horse. I turned to Anton. He stepped behind me and held my upper arms securely, his face coming to my right ear.

“You’ve often teased me that I am hung like a horse …”

Oh … my … God. They want me to fuck this b**st? They want me to do this so they gain confidence in their future? But a shiver rippled through my body, too. Apprehension … excitement. I had sucked a donkey at the beginning. It had been a test, meant to be a shocking test to scare away impostors. I had done it, though, and had thrilled myself with the experience. The amount of cum was shocking, overwhelming, but I had reveled in it covering my body and face. I had dreamed about that donkey since but hadn’t the nerve to say anything to Mother Maria fearing it would perhaps disgust her that I would truly WANT to do that. So … here I was … faced with my dreams. Nightmare or desire? I would find out.

This donkey was the size of a small to medium sized horse. Anton patted my ass. I weakly smiled. I put my hands on the head of the donkey and brought my forehead to his nose. I stroked the side of its head, then shifted to the side, continuing to stroke its neck and shoulders. Gradually, I was stroking its side and hip. With the men still holding it, the donkey seemed at ease. I slipped a hand underneath to stroke its chest and belly and slowly my hand moved closer and closer to the sheath. My fingers grazed the side of the sheath and the donkey moved slightly but seemed to accept the contact without kicking or signs of resistance.

I looked at Anton and he only shrugged with an assuring nod. He might have seen me that first morning; we never talked about it.

The donkey’s cock was coming out of the sheath with my light touches. It was only several inches but its appearance was a stark reinforcement of what I was undertaking by proceeding. I sighed. There was the bestial aspect, certainly. There was also a size aspect. Anton’s size gave me some confidence since was larger than the donkey back at our enclave. The bestial aspect … I had already been mated by the dog … several times … and sucked a donkey. And, besides, these people expected it to happen, they wanted it to happen, it was significant to them if it happened.

With both hands on either side of the sheath, I knelt beneath the b**st and stroked over the sheath. Immediately, the donkey dropped. My hands shifted the exposed cock rather than the sheath. My lips and mouth moved to the tip of the cock as my hands slid over the length. In no time, the cock was long and hard. I might be a few inches longer than Anton but not quite as big around. I was sure I could take this cock. I just had to get past the idea of doing so in front of a whole tribe of people.

“I need something. He’s too tall for me to be on my knees.” I was gasping to Anton. My body was taking over from my mind. I was going to do this but how to manage it?

Anton spoke to the Chief and there was a flurry of movement. Soon, two crude benches appeared and were placed side by side. Without any real thought, I moved to the benches, knelt on them with my hands and arms bracing me and allowed my head to sag on my shoulders. I shut my eyes to close off the images of people milling around, to shut off the persistent feeling of embarrassment, to shut off the overpowering feeling of exhibitionistic display.

I heard the donkey being led up behind me and over me, his front legs appearing alongside me and his chest brushing over my back. The long cock slid between my thighs and along my dripping pussy. It was under me. I shifted forward by leaning as I felt someone moving the cock and aligning it to my hole. I gasped at the feel of it there. This was really going to happen. The realization was like an explosion in my mind. I was going to be fucked by a very large donkey!

The feel of my wet pussy against the head of its cock must have sent a signal to the a****l that initiated an instinctual response. It pressed forward and the cock spread my pussy and thrust deeply inside. There was no slow and gradual entry as Anton would do for me to accommodate his size and length. This was a****listic in extreme. With a thrust, the cock was jammed inside and on the second thrust it hit the top of my pussy. I groaned and grunted. It was like taking Anton at the beginning before my body adjusted to his length and size. Each thrust jammed against the top of my pussy. It was almost violent. The thrusts were uncaring and forceful. I felt my body shake with each impactful thrust, my breasts swinging, my flesh bouncing with each impact.

I came before the a****l did. I cried out. I moaned. I groaned. I muttered unintelligible sounds and words. My head sagged from my shoulders before my arms collapsed and my upper body fell to the surface of the benches. My ass still in the air being rammed by the b**st, I became a fuck hole for it. I was no longer able to participate in any way. I was just there. I was just used.

When it came, its climax was shocking. I felt the cock inside me become more rigid and pulse with growing urgency. The first spurt caused my eyes to open in surprise, shock, alarm, and disbelief. My pussy was instantly filled with cum, every little void inside me between the cock and my body filled with its seed. The second spurt exploded out from between my clamping pussy and the cock. The same with the third and fourth streams of cum, each spraying out behind me with the pressure of being overfilled.

Cum leaked down my thighs. The donkey, not one for caring after-sex moments, immediately pulled back with men suddenly alongside to assist it backing away from me. As the cock made its journey from my clasping but saturated pussy, I involuntarily groaned at the feeling of loss, not at all unlike the feeling of losing Anton’s cock after our orgasms. But when the cock pulled out completely, a steady flow of cum streamed out of my gaping pussy. A puddle formed on the benches pressed together and my thighs were thick with it.

I collapsed fully onto the benches but it was moments before my mind recovered. My body still quaked from the experience but my ears and eyes began to focus on my surroundings. I saw the dark-skinned, naked people around me and was instantly reminded of my performance before them. It was too late for embarrassment, however. I knew what had happened before them and I knew my widely spread legs allowed the view of my gaping pussy with cum still oozing out. I could also hear the excited voices of the people, the sound of that name, and chanting.

Anton’s face appeared before my eyes. He was wearing a nervous smile. He looked to the side. I followed his gaze as he uttered, “I hope you have some strength left. They don’t think you are done, yet.”

I focused my eyes where feet were shuffling and people parting. Then I saw a mongrel dog being led toward me. I groaned and released a resigned sigh.

I rolled off the benches to my hands and knees. It was almost an unthinking reaction. I knew what to expect with the dog and the people around were intent on watching someone they revered in legend. That person wasn’t me. Not really. If it helps these people, however, who was I to disappoint them.

The dog was led to me as I submissively stayed in position. The dog sniffed my ass, lapped a couple times with its tongue at my leaking pussy, and pounced onto my back. The mongrel was a little smaller than the one that hung around our enclave so I spread my knees further and lowered my ass closer to the ground. The dog’s pelvis rapidly probed with thrusts at my ass until it final found its target when its cock drove into my sloppy pussy. It grabbed tighter with its front legs and it began that rapid-fire thrusting that is so uniquely canine. I felt it thrusting in and out, but I was stretched by the donkey so it wasn’t as stimulating as it might have been. Until the knot began forming, that is. Then, the knot pressing into my pussy sent jolts of stimulation through my body. Even so, so soon after the donkey, the knot sank in with little extra stretching of me. Once inside, though, the cock and knot swelled more and we did become tied. His cum added to that left by the donkey and I managed another orgasm as the knot bumped repeated against my g-spot.

After the dog came a goat. It seemed the people were looking for a variety of a****ls to satisfy the legend of this See-leen-a person. The goat fucked me the same way as the dog but with much less effect. Without the knot, I barely felt the smaller cock. But more semen was added to my overflowing pussy.

Another dog, several more goats, and another normal-sized donkey later and I was nearly numbed mentally and cum coated my lower body.

With no more a****ls brought to me, I rolled to my back. Almost immediately, Anton squatted down next to me. He jerked his head to the side and I followed the motion. I saw the Chief and Spirit Guide in discussion with some women who were excitedly nodding their understand while also glancing my way. Anton said, “There is discussion about something. Are you okay? I fear this may not yet be done.”

His hand came to the side of my face and I turned to look up at him. I gave him a weak smile. “I am doing this for them. This is their belief and for that I will be given the strength to endure, if I need it.”

Three women broke away from the elders, came to me, assisted me up to my feet, and led me off from the village clearing down a very well-worn path. The path led to a quick-moving small river, another of the hundreds, if not thousands, of feeders to the great river. The women, also naked, led me into the river until the water was about mid-thigh deep. The women dipped pieces of woven cloth into the water and began bathing me as I stood among them. One used a hollowed-out gourd to poor water over my head after carefully removing my head piece and veil. Fingers washed me thoroughly between my legs. The cool water coming from the heavy shade provided by the canopy above felt good on my body. The hands and fingers over my body felt even better as there was a mix of washing and massaging action to their efforts.

Once done, one woman rushed ahead to retrieve my head piece and veil to carefully replace it over my wet hair. A new woman brought a woven basket filled with fragrant flowers. These were crushed into my skin by the women. My entire body was covered in the effort, a lingering scent of the mixed flowers remaining on my body after.

I was led by the hands back to the tribe’s clearing where I was greeted by another celebration which became raucous upon my arrival. Again, there was food, drink, and a fermented drink not provided the night before. It was only mid-afternoon but the celebration of food and drink evolved into music and dance as the tribe clearly were pleased with what had already happened. The name, See-leen-a was repeated and murmurs and chants and song. I was soon pulled into the serpentine dance line that wound around the large fire surrounded by food and musicians. It seemed everyone, men and women, wanted to be next to me at one point in the dance or another.

Suddenly, the Chief and Spirit Guide appeared in our midst and the music and dance stopped. An announcement was coming and I realized Anton had appeared at my side.

“He is talking about tradition, about the times of long ago, times of hardships and times of abundance. He is calling on everyone in the tribe to not forget about their past, about the legends and mysteries that have kept the people strong.” The Chief put his hands out toward, “Remember the lessons of our past of honoring the a****l and human worlds. That is the reminder that See-leen-a brings to all of them. The world of the tribe is tied to the world of the jungle and the a****ls within it. She (you) came to remind them of that.”

The Spirit Guide stepped in front of me, his hands resting on my bare shoulders. Anton continued with the translation, “You honored the tribe through mating the jungle world of a****ls. Now, honor the tribe by mating with our men.”

I softly sighed. I thought I was done. I should have remembered his earlier comment about the legend about the men of the tribe. Two women came to me, each taking an arm and gently leading me. As we moved, the group parted to show an area already prepared with matts spread on the ground. The women and c***dren formed around three sides of the area leaving the side open where we were approaching. I was led onto the matts and turned. Behind me had formed a line of all the men of the village. The Chief and Spirit Guide were the first two. After them were the married me followed by the single men and, finally, the older boys. There was easily a couple dozen or more in the line.

I was encouraged down onto the matts by the women who then opened my legs, bending my knees and spreading them apart. I was being presented to their men by their women. If I hadn’t just been fucked by their a****ls, I might have been embarrassed. This was a tribal thing, though, shared and celebrated by the entire tribe. And, I was at the center of it.

The Chief glanced down at me as he knelt between my spread thighs. He glanced to the side and my eyes followed his where I found an older woman with wrinkled skin and sagging breasts beaming back at him and nodding her head. The Chief focused then on me. He proceeded to lean over me and, shifting his weight to one arm, he used his hand to guide his hard cock to the entrance of my pussy. Leaning forward, he penetrated me and thrust deeper. It was no surprise to me that merely hearing their intention resulted in my body lubricating ahead in preparation. The Chief fucked me aggressively and climaxed in short order. The Spirit Guide was the same, climaxing quickly. It wasn’t until the third man, somewhat younger, that his fucking allowed me to orgasm with him.

After a half dozen men, I could see this might be a problem for me. This was going to take a long time and I need variation to attempt to avoid eventual pain. I pulled the next man onto the ground and I climbed over him. After inserting his cock, I began rising and falling on it. The women around us ooohed and aaahed at the seeing the variation. Another man appeared and I found Anton beginning to direct traffic to assist me. I pulled the man standing nearby closer and enveloped his cock with my mouth. This must have been different for them because the murmurs and ooohs seemed to increase. From the sounds of the description of their See-leen-a, she was an experienced slut, though they probably didn’t understand that term.

There were several more cycles of two men like that when Anton changed it up, again, as the men became younger. With cum dripping from my lips and pussy, I found a man directed to be on his back on the matts. I looked up at Anton and he smiled while holding up three fingers. I just knew that DP training would come in handy someday.

I straddled this man in the same fashion with another at my head, taking him into my mouth. Then, I felt fingers pulling the spent cum from previous fucking to my asshole. It could only be Anton with such familiarity to prepare me. I released the cock in my mouth while still holding it with a hand and glanced behind me. Anton had another man lining up to my asshole. He looked unsure but I nodded at him and he proceeded tentatively. Obviously, when the crowd saw what was happening, the excited murmurs increased, again.

Now, I was air-tight, being fucked by three cocks at once and my body reacted with the increasing enthusiasm of these younger men with better stamina and energy. I orgasmed repeatedly. As one climaxed, he was replaced by another. When the man underneath me climaxed, there was a short pause to allow the change of men but the remaining cocks remained embedded in me throughout.

The fucking didn’t stop until well into the night with darkness cloaking the village and a large fire illuminating the clearing. Anton would tell me later that many of the younger men and older boys returned for repeated times of using my body. He assumed that many of them wished to experience each of my holes.

The next day brought an interesting awkwardness. I was awkward with them, men and women, with all of us remembering what had occurred the previous day. They seemed awkward with not knowing what should happen next. The legend was unclear. The woman of the legend fucked and balance was restored to the region. It seemed they didn’t know what to do with me after. Anton and I decided quickly to disappear into the jungle without further awkwardness.

Anton and I were both quiet for an extended time after leaving the tribe behind on the long trek back to our enclave. I suspected we both had a lot to process after what happened. I wondered how Anton was reacting to it all while I also wondered what would happen if we should return to that tribe in the future. I suspected I should be prepared for a repeat. The thought was not unpleasant to me.

Anton stopped and I nearly bumped into him with my mind focused on my own thoughts. “How are you feeling, Sister Sofi? We should talk. Are you upset? Do you hurt? Are you upset with me for taking over and guiding the men into positions and creating multiple fucking? Are you …?”

I stepped up to him and kissed him to stop the flow of concern. “I am sore down there, Anton. Yes, I am sore. But I am not upset. It was the tribal belief that occurred back there. You were wonderful, my Anton. I couldn’t be upset with you. You supported me like you always have.” He took me into his arms and held me for a moment. I softly chuckled, “Do you think you could find a cool spring along the way? My two holes really are quite sore.”

He chuckled with me, then kissed me passionately. I felt his cock begin to stir under his shorts. I really desired to be with him, again. We both understood, though, that it would be best to wait for healing to occur.

A little later, I stopped on the narrow path. Anton sensed it and stopped, turning around to consider why. The look on my face must have given reason for increased consideration. I gave him a nervous smile as I stepped up to him and felt his arms lovingly wrap around my body. His hands immediately stroked up and down my back comfortably and confidently. I allowed my head to fall to his shoulder to soak in his touch, strength, and support. I pulled my head back, looked into his eyes and found a curious but reassuring smile. I returned the smile and kissed him on the lips. I had wondered exactly what it was we had, what we shared. Merely comfortable sex … or more. It was more. In a phrase … love without ownership. Whatever else might happen, I knew Anton would be there for me and I for him.

THE END

* * * I hope you enjoyed this * * * Thanks for reading