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CHAPTER SIX: DP EXPERIENCE
Unbeknownst to any of us, 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, 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. It was that experience that drove me to wanting to have anal with Anton. I realized the potential of multiple partners and I wanted to be prepared.
Anton understood my thinking and was more than happy to assist me in anal fucking to be prepared, if necessary. It became a recurring part of our fucking and love-making. An idle confession after one of our anal sessions when I commented that I wondered what it would be like if I were put into the situation of having multiple cocks at the same, showed me the full interest of Anton to support me. I assumed there was no way of knowing until it happened. Afterall, the village containing our compound was not like that. Our nudity was a function of comfort and sharing the way of the villagers, only.
Then, Anton surprised me.
I was assisting Sister Mariana in our garden plot. The fertile ground and growing conditions meant staying on top of the weeds and spread of plants constantly. I noticed the sister sit back on her heels for a moment, then resume her position on hands and knees to pull weeds and turn up the soil. Sister Mariana was in her 60’s and the years of hard work in the jungle had been hard on her as it had for the other sisters of the Order. She wore a very worn cloth around her hips as some of the women of the village did but was otherwise naked but for the short habit veil and cross around her neck. As she resumed her position on her hands and knees, her very sagging breasts flopped and swung beneath her. My pert and young body was a reminder of what was once for all of them but not now, embarrassingly so. Women of the villages also showed the wearing effects of the hard life that existed here. It was more telling for me of what lay ahead of my life in these conditions.
A smile formed on Sister Mariana’s face as she worked, then I discovered why when I felt a hand on my bare butt and a finger slide between my cheeks along my asshole and pussy. I arched my back but didn’t move away from the touch. I merely sighed with familiarity as Sister Mariana giggled. The sisters were used to the very intimate nature of how Anton and I related to each other. They seemed to enjoy the sight of our intimacy as a remembrance of the past and relief that someone could provide support for tribal demands, though I found those demands largely undemanding (except for that one tribe).
I sat back on my heels and shushed the sister for her continued giggling. “Don’t encourage him.”
She glanced to the side at me, then up at him with a wider smile. “As if he needs any encouragement from us and as if your enjoyment of it isn’t encouragement enough.” It was true and we all knew it.
I stood and turned to Anton. I put my hand out and he took it in his, our fingers intertwined. There was something in his face that gave me pause, indicating there was something of importance he wished to convey. I let him lead me out of the garden a short distance until we were far enough away from other ears. An old acquaintance of his has arrived on the river with goods. It generated an idea. After saying that, he became hesitant.
“I know him well. He is a good man. He’s alone so he travels the rivers moving goods and people.” He looked nervously at me. He had started so I encouraged him to tell me. My smile and touch reassured him. “I … I … was thinking … about what you said … what you were wondering … about … you know … a situation like that village … that tribe …”
“Multiple partners?” I asked. He nodded. I teased him, “You want to share me with another man?” He got visibly nervous. I smiled, leaned forward, and gave him a reassuring kiss. “Sorry … teasing you. You’re just following through with what I was fussing about earlier.” He nodded with a sigh of relief.
Later, Anton led me down to the river where the man was finishing unloading his canoe to villagers. Once the villagers had carried away the supplies, Anton approached the man. They hugged, proving the familiarity between them, then fell into discussion. Anton’s hand moved toward her as they talked and the man’s eyes moved toward her several times. I found myself blushing. I knew what Anton was talking to him about and it suddenly left the realm of theoretical to reality. The man wasn’t a stark primitive, he was a man with familiarity of civilization, at least the fringes of civilization. And, he knew what a Catholic nun was. My head piece, veil, and cross were all I wore to signal that, but it was still obvious despite my nudity.
Emilio was brought to me for introductions. He was hesitant and nervous. His eyes tried to stay on the ground between us but kept flicking up my young, exposed body. He wore leather sandals and baggy, dirty shorts like Anton. On top he wore a dirty, sweat-stained tank-top. His hair was long and unkept. His weathered face made it difficult to tell his age with certainty but I guessed him to be 5 or so years older than Anton’s mid-30’s.
Emilio was due to return down river but Anton persisted. They spoke in hushed tones and some of the language they spoke I understood but not much. I felt so wanton. I stood naked in only my habit veil and cross obviously aroused by the flush in my chest, the hardness of my nipples, and the hunger in my eyes. And, I stood in such a state before a man I had just met while Anton talked to convince him that I really did want to have sex with both of them, that it was something I had wanted to experience. He wasn’t going into all the justification reasonings I had used and that may have made it feel even more wanton and crude and slutty. Emilio’s eyes were on my body but I could see the turmoil in them as he balanced Anton’s offer with the image and meaning of the veil and cross. When a rare occasion of his eyes meeting mine, I nodded to him, my face now a reflection of needful expectation.
When the man finally succumbed, Anton clapped him joyfully on his back, a huge smile of accomplishment on his face when he turned his head to me. The irony wasn’t lost on me. After much exchange and deliberation, he had managed to convince the man to participate in the fucking of a nun. I gave my head a slight shake. How much I have changed … how much all this has taken me over.
Anton looked around us. I had the sense he never considered where we might actually do this. It didn’t seem quite appropriate to go back to his hut at the Order’s compound to bang me. Any place in the village would also draw attention. He considered the worn trail leading upriver and pushed his friend in that direction. I followed behind them. I was sure I wasn’t really an afterthought as we proceeded, but it did feel a bit like that as I trailed behind them as they sought a likely spot for them to use me. Use me … I know, it was something I suggested … the circumstance, though, suddenly felt different. I was mindful that I was preparing myself for what might happen in one of the villages, but …
My emotional struggle was ended when I bumped into Emilio. They had stopped in a small clearing above the river. As I bumped into the man, his hands reflexively came up, one landing on my hip and the other on a breast. He quickly removed his hands. His embarrassment and nervousness were apparent. I stood still, a slight separation between us. Anton appeared alongside us and returned his hand to my breast. I glanced at Anton, the hand at my breast, then Emilio. I smiled at him and nodded. He glanced at Anton, then placed his other hand on my other breast, both now kneading and fondling my firm, young breasts. I took his face in my hands and leaned forward to plant a kiss on his lips. I moved one of my hands to cover his hand on my breast to encourage his touch and wrapped my other arm around his neck for a more passionate kissing. I sighed into his mouth and he gasped into mine. His other hand moved from my breast to my hip and pulled me into him. I willingly, expectantly, allowed my body to be pressed into his. As we pressed our groins together, I could feel in cock stiffening inside his baggy shorts.
I felt another hand on my butt behind me. I sighed, knowing Anton was joining in. His hands moved over both cheeks of my ass. One hand moved to pull a cheek to the side as the other slipped into the crack, a finger sliding over the asshole, applying gentle pressure there, reminding me what was to come, why we were here. His finger disappeared but quickly returned. It was now wet, probably his saliva. I moaned into Emilio’s mouth as the finger pressed at the tightly closed hole. Emilio’s hand on my hip moved to my front and slipped between my legs. I had opened my legs a bit for Anton but did so more at Emilio’s exploring touch. With Anton’s finger gently pressing at my asshole, Emilio’s fingers slid over my clit and along my leaking pussy. As his finger parted my lips and entered my hole, Anton’s finger pressed just past my sphincter. My breath caught in my throat and my body stiffened between them and my mouth separated from Emilio’s. Then, my body shivered and my breath released with a loud moan. My head sagged back against Anton who kissed the side of my face. Emilio lowered his face to the breast he fondled and sucked on the nipple. I gasped at the change and turned my head to capture Anton’s lips with mine.
Emilio pressed a second and third finger into my pussy which easily opened for them after becoming used to being opened by Anton’s mighty shaft. Anton’s finger had been pushed all the way into my asshole and was now pulling out for a second finger to be added. My legs were locked but my body seemed to sag with the attention of the two men. I shivered with moans and groans and gasps. Then, like the wanton slut I was feeling like, I orgasmed on their fingers.
It was a minor orgasm, at least compared to the orgasms Anton has taken me to, but it set the stage. Before my body fully recovered, I sank to my knees, both sets of fingers pulled from my holes, and my hands furiously opened and lowered Emilio’s shorts. As my hands held the shorts down for him to step out of, my mouth tracked the swinging hard cock in front of me until I captured it in my mouth. It would have been a big cock if not for my experience with Anton’s horse-cock. Emilio gasped as I took his cock quickly down my throat.
At the same time, Anton was stripping from his own shorts. I moved from sitting on my heels to raising my ass when I felt his touch on my butt. I spread my knees wide and gasped around the cock in my mouth as his cock found my hole and pressed smoothly into my dripping pussy. He thrust powerfully into me, his cock soon driving fully into me, the cock head slamming into the top of my pussy. I grunted with the impact while it pushed my mouth and throat further onto the Emilio’s cock.
This didn’t last long, though. Anton seemed as excited to experience double penetration as I was interested. I felt every inch of his cock slowly pulling from my clenching pussy walls until it was gone. I pulled my mouth from Emilio’s cock, panting now with sexual energy and desire. That was just the teaser, getting us ready for the real deal.
Anton took my hand and moved to a grassy, open spot. As he lay down, I positioned myself over him. His eyes were fixed on my pussy, the hole gaping after being filled by his cock. When he was settled, I lowered my own body, took hold of his cock, and prepared to settle down over it.
Anton shook his head. “Not yet, Sister Sofi.” He glanced over my shoulder. I followed his gaze, turned, and found Emilio tentatively behind us. Anton added to him, “My friend, have you ever done this?” Emilio shook his head. Anton and I both smiled back at him. “Neither have we”, he replied. “Her pussy is flooded with her juice from her orgasm. Fuck her there, first. That will act as lubrication for her ass.” He continued to look tentative. Perhaps it was the conflicting sight of my tight asshole and gaping pussy. Anton had begun playing with my nipples. “Don’t worry, friend. I have fucked her there. She will open up for you.” He pinched my nipple, causing me to look back at him. “This nun has a slut’s body.”
I blushed intensely. His fingers were pinching and pulling my nipples. I was rubbing my dripping pussy over the length of his hard cock. And, behind me, a relative stranger was waiting to thrust into my pussy before fucking my ass. My body was not only able to accommodate all that, I was eager and craving for it all to happen. It wasn’t as simple as my body. It was me. A nun by training and intention. A slut in desire and lust. Where else could the two be accepted?
I leaned down to Anton, my breasts pressing into his chest, our mouths coming together with passion. At the same time, I raised my butt in the air and soon felt hands at my hips. A cock was sliding along my wet pussy lips and suddenly sinking into the gaping hole of my pussy left from Anton’s brief fucking. I sighed into Anton’s mouth as Emilio steadily drove his cock into me, the gasps and moans falling over us from behind.
After several minutes of fucking my pussy, Emilio pulls out and I feel his coated cock head press at my asshole. I was expecting to be filled in my pussy, first. But what’s the difference, I’ll be filled beyond belief either way. I groaned as he pressed at my tight hole and I pressed back against him until the cock opened the sphincter and popped in. He thrust several times until his cock was half buried in my ass. I put my hand back against his thigh and he immediately stopped his motion. Awkwardly, with a cock buried in my tight ass, I raised my hips higher, grasped Anton’s monster, and positioned it at my other hole. With the cock positioned at my dripping pussy hole, I looked down at Anton with lust-clouded eyes and gave him a lusty smile.
“I can’t believe I am trying to do this.” He looked at me concerned. “It’s just that … you’re huge and he’s not small. It might hurt.”
“Maybe … some. But worse than the first time I took you there?”
I shook my head. I bit my lower lip with concentration and determination. I released my hand from Emilio’s thigh and used it to brace myself. Then, I pushed back against both cocks. Emilio’s cock sank a bit further up my ass and Anton’s abruptly stretched open my pussy and impossibly filled me.
It hurt. “OHHHH … FUCCKKK!” I gasped and panted and moaned, my body rigid, immobile. “Wait … please … just … wait.” It felt like something split open down there. I wasn’t sure which hole it felt like. The whole region was searing, stretched impossibly. He was wrong! This was worse than the first time he took my asshole. Breathing seemed impossible. My mouth open, I pulled in breath but nothing happened. It was as if the tightness at my pussy and ass, the clamping of the muscles to reject any further movement had engulfed my entire body including my ability to breath. It was as if the mere act of breathing might somehow induce more pain.
Then … something happened. I was poised rigidly between them, unmoving, unthinking. But something was invading the overwhelming feeling from my ass. Slowly, I recognized it as my nipples. I dared to lower my head to peek at my breasts. Anton. Anton’s thumb and forefinger … they were pulling and twisting my rigid nipples. My breathing came back with a huge, audible gasp. My body shook as if it were releasing the tension built-up within me. He had a sly smile on his face. How could he have known that would work? Did he know? Or, was he simply desperate to help me?
I leaned down to kiss him. Regardless, it worked. But as I leaned down, both cocks moved inside me and I moaned and shivered, again. My God, what a feeling! When Anton had first fucked me, I thought I was impossibly filled and stretched. Then, when he first fucked my ass, I had the same feeling but in the other hole. Now … now, the same feeling but in both holes at once.
I kissed Anton and let the shivers wash over me and each wave released tension within me. And still, both men held themselves quiet. I moved my ass a fraction of an inch in experimentation. Then, more. And, more. My holes relaxed, both cocks moved within me. It was impossible to describe the feeling of being so stuffed with cock so I shut down thought and pressed back fully, driving both deeper.
“Fuck me! Make me scream!”
And, they did.
Anton below was less capable of effective thrusts but Emilio behind compensated with strong thrusts while Anton managed to hold himself deep so his movements filled me and bumped into the top of my pussy. The pressure from behind and above pressed the three of us together, my clit often being ground into Anton’s pelvis. I was panting and grunting under the assault and my body was super-charged with erotic impulses firing through my body. Two cocks moving inside me, inside two chambers side-by-side, fired nerve endings wildly. The thin membrane between pussy and anal seemed was stimulated on both sides, the erotic impulse firing and building back and forth and combined.
I had a shuddering orgasm and they kept right on fucking me without pause. As my senses returned and my body slowed it shaking, I felt Emilio’s cock in my ass swell and stiffen even more. I felt it pulse through my tight anal clamping around it. It seemed impossible for there to be any room for anything more in the tightness of my ass with Anton’s cock in my pussy squeezing any normal room. But the spewing cum shot into my ass and Emilio grunted and gasped loudly as he released into me.
Anton was holding me tight. Emilio was making small movements as he recovered. I heard soft words but they didn’t register. Then, I felt us moving, the soft words exchanged an apparent coordination of intent. Emilio was pressed into my back and me into Anton as the three of us rolled to the side and, with some effort from Anton, the positioning was reversed with him on top looking down into my face with a lusty but caring look. Emilio’s cock was still embedded in my ass and still hard. I suspected the tightness and stimulation it received from Anton’s cock in my pussy kept it in that condition.
Anton shifted his knees outside Emilio’s legs and his hands pressed my knees and thighs up against my body. With his eyes holding mine, he began aggressively thrusting into me. Emilio might have been forgotten as Anton fucked me except for the fullness of the cock in my ass and the body my back was pressed into. Anton began using long and powerful strokes. His cock pulling nearly out of me before thrusting smoothly all 14 inches back into me. Emilio was holding onto my breasts like they were grab bars, holding me in place with his cock buried in me as the other anchor. Anton’s thrusting became wild: deep, powerful, aggressive.
My eyes, I was told, rolled back into my head as another orgasm engulfed me. Somewhere in my subconsciousness I recognized the powerful spurts of cum flooding my pussy but my body shook hard and my mind numbed a tremendous orgasm overpowered everything else. Sandwiched between these two bodies, impaled by both cocks, cum dripping from both holes, I was convinced I was where I was supposed to be. I was convinced I was a vessel of unique purpose.
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Unbeknownst to any of us, 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, 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. It was that experience that drove me to wanting to have anal with Anton. I realized the potential of multiple partners and I wanted to be prepared.
Anton understood my thinking and was more than happy to assist me in anal fucking to be prepared, if necessary. It became a recurring part of our fucking and love-making. An idle confession after one of our anal sessions when I commented that I wondered what it would be like if I were put into the situation of having multiple cocks at the same, showed me the full interest of Anton to support me. I assumed there was no way of knowing until it happened. Afterall, the village containing our compound was not like that. Our nudity was a function of comfort and sharing the way of the villagers, only.
Then, Anton surprised me.
I was assisting Sister Mariana in our garden plot. The fertile ground and growing conditions meant staying on top of the weeds and spread of plants constantly. I noticed the sister sit back on her heels for a moment, then resume her position on hands and knees to pull weeds and turn up the soil. Sister Mariana was in her 60’s and the years of hard work in the jungle had been hard on her as it had for the other sisters of the Order. She wore a very worn cloth around her hips as some of the women of the village did but was otherwise naked but for the short habit veil and cross around her neck. As she resumed her position on her hands and knees, her very sagging breasts flopped and swung beneath her. My pert and young body was a reminder of what was once for all of them but not now, embarrassingly so. Women of the villages also showed the wearing effects of the hard life that existed here. It was more telling for me of what lay ahead of my life in these conditions.
A smile formed on Sister Mariana’s face as she worked, then I discovered why when I felt a hand on my bare butt and a finger slide between my cheeks along my asshole and pussy. I arched my back but didn’t move away from the touch. I merely sighed with familiarity as Sister Mariana giggled. The sisters were used to the very intimate nature of how Anton and I related to each other. They seemed to enjoy the sight of our intimacy as a remembrance of the past and relief that someone could provide support for tribal demands, though I found those demands largely undemanding (except for that one tribe).
I sat back on my heels and shushed the sister for her continued giggling. “Don’t encourage him.”
She glanced to the side at me, then up at him with a wider smile. “As if he needs any encouragement from us and as if your enjoyment of it isn’t encouragement enough.” It was true and we all knew it.
I stood and turned to Anton. I put my hand out and he took it in his, our fingers intertwined. There was something in his face that gave me pause, indicating there was something of importance he wished to convey. I let him lead me out of the garden a short distance until we were far enough away from other ears. An old acquaintance of his has arrived on the river with goods. It generated an idea. After saying that, he became hesitant.
“I know him well. He is a good man. He’s alone so he travels the rivers moving goods and people.” He looked nervously at me. He had started so I encouraged him to tell me. My smile and touch reassured him. “I … I … was thinking … about what you said … what you were wondering … about … you know … a situation like that village … that tribe …”
“Multiple partners?” I asked. He nodded. I teased him, “You want to share me with another man?” He got visibly nervous. I smiled, leaned forward, and gave him a reassuring kiss. “Sorry … teasing you. You’re just following through with what I was fussing about earlier.” He nodded with a sigh of relief.
Later, Anton led me down to the river where the man was finishing unloading his canoe to villagers. Once the villagers had carried away the supplies, Anton approached the man. They hugged, proving the familiarity between them, then fell into discussion. Anton’s hand moved toward her as they talked and the man’s eyes moved toward her several times. I found myself blushing. I knew what Anton was talking to him about and it suddenly left the realm of theoretical to reality. The man wasn’t a stark primitive, he was a man with familiarity of civilization, at least the fringes of civilization. And, he knew what a Catholic nun was. My head piece, veil, and cross were all I wore to signal that, but it was still obvious despite my nudity.
Emilio was brought to me for introductions. He was hesitant and nervous. His eyes tried to stay on the ground between us but kept flicking up my young, exposed body. He wore leather sandals and baggy, dirty shorts like Anton. On top he wore a dirty, sweat-stained tank-top. His hair was long and unkept. His weathered face made it difficult to tell his age with certainty but I guessed him to be 5 or so years older than Anton’s mid-30’s.
Emilio was due to return down river but Anton persisted. They spoke in hushed tones and some of the language they spoke I understood but not much. I felt so wanton. I stood naked in only my habit veil and cross obviously aroused by the flush in my chest, the hardness of my nipples, and the hunger in my eyes. And, I stood in such a state before a man I had just met while Anton talked to convince him that I really did want to have sex with both of them, that it was something I had wanted to experience. He wasn’t going into all the justification reasonings I had used and that may have made it feel even more wanton and crude and slutty. Emilio’s eyes were on my body but I could see the turmoil in them as he balanced Anton’s offer with the image and meaning of the veil and cross. When a rare occasion of his eyes meeting mine, I nodded to him, my face now a reflection of needful expectation.
When the man finally succumbed, Anton clapped him joyfully on his back, a huge smile of accomplishment on his face when he turned his head to me. The irony wasn’t lost on me. After much exchange and deliberation, he had managed to convince the man to participate in the fucking of a nun. I gave my head a slight shake. How much I have changed … how much all this has taken me over.
Anton looked around us. I had the sense he never considered where we might actually do this. It didn’t seem quite appropriate to go back to his hut at the Order’s compound to bang me. Any place in the village would also draw attention. He considered the worn trail leading upriver and pushed his friend in that direction. I followed behind them. I was sure I wasn’t really an afterthought as we proceeded, but it did feel a bit like that as I trailed behind them as they sought a likely spot for them to use me. Use me … I know, it was something I suggested … the circumstance, though, suddenly felt different. I was mindful that I was preparing myself for what might happen in one of the villages, but …
My emotional struggle was ended when I bumped into Emilio. They had stopped in a small clearing above the river. As I bumped into the man, his hands reflexively came up, one landing on my hip and the other on a breast. He quickly removed his hands. His embarrassment and nervousness were apparent. I stood still, a slight separation between us. Anton appeared alongside us and returned his hand to my breast. I glanced at Anton, the hand at my breast, then Emilio. I smiled at him and nodded. He glanced at Anton, then placed his other hand on my other breast, both now kneading and fondling my firm, young breasts. I took his face in my hands and leaned forward to plant a kiss on his lips. I moved one of my hands to cover his hand on my breast to encourage his touch and wrapped my other arm around his neck for a more passionate kissing. I sighed into his mouth and he gasped into mine. His other hand moved from my breast to my hip and pulled me into him. I willingly, expectantly, allowed my body to be pressed into his. As we pressed our groins together, I could feel in cock stiffening inside his baggy shorts.
I felt another hand on my butt behind me. I sighed, knowing Anton was joining in. His hands moved over both cheeks of my ass. One hand moved to pull a cheek to the side as the other slipped into the crack, a finger sliding over the asshole, applying gentle pressure there, reminding me what was to come, why we were here. His finger disappeared but quickly returned. It was now wet, probably his saliva. I moaned into Emilio’s mouth as the finger pressed at the tightly closed hole. Emilio’s hand on my hip moved to my front and slipped between my legs. I had opened my legs a bit for Anton but did so more at Emilio’s exploring touch. With Anton’s finger gently pressing at my asshole, Emilio’s fingers slid over my clit and along my leaking pussy. As his finger parted my lips and entered my hole, Anton’s finger pressed just past my sphincter. My breath caught in my throat and my body stiffened between them and my mouth separated from Emilio’s. Then, my body shivered and my breath released with a loud moan. My head sagged back against Anton who kissed the side of my face. Emilio lowered his face to the breast he fondled and sucked on the nipple. I gasped at the change and turned my head to capture Anton’s lips with mine.
Emilio pressed a second and third finger into my pussy which easily opened for them after becoming used to being opened by Anton’s mighty shaft. Anton’s finger had been pushed all the way into my asshole and was now pulling out for a second finger to be added. My legs were locked but my body seemed to sag with the attention of the two men. I shivered with moans and groans and gasps. Then, like the wanton slut I was feeling like, I orgasmed on their fingers.
It was a minor orgasm, at least compared to the orgasms Anton has taken me to, but it set the stage. Before my body fully recovered, I sank to my knees, both sets of fingers pulled from my holes, and my hands furiously opened and lowered Emilio’s shorts. As my hands held the shorts down for him to step out of, my mouth tracked the swinging hard cock in front of me until I captured it in my mouth. It would have been a big cock if not for my experience with Anton’s horse-cock. Emilio gasped as I took his cock quickly down my throat.
At the same time, Anton was stripping from his own shorts. I moved from sitting on my heels to raising my ass when I felt his touch on my butt. I spread my knees wide and gasped around the cock in my mouth as his cock found my hole and pressed smoothly into my dripping pussy. He thrust powerfully into me, his cock soon driving fully into me, the cock head slamming into the top of my pussy. I grunted with the impact while it pushed my mouth and throat further onto the Emilio’s cock.
This didn’t last long, though. Anton seemed as excited to experience double penetration as I was interested. I felt every inch of his cock slowly pulling from my clenching pussy walls until it was gone. I pulled my mouth from Emilio’s cock, panting now with sexual energy and desire. That was just the teaser, getting us ready for the real deal.
Anton took my hand and moved to a grassy, open spot. As he lay down, I positioned myself over him. His eyes were fixed on my pussy, the hole gaping after being filled by his cock. When he was settled, I lowered my own body, took hold of his cock, and prepared to settle down over it.
Anton shook his head. “Not yet, Sister Sofi.” He glanced over my shoulder. I followed his gaze, turned, and found Emilio tentatively behind us. Anton added to him, “My friend, have you ever done this?” Emilio shook his head. Anton and I both smiled back at him. “Neither have we”, he replied. “Her pussy is flooded with her juice from her orgasm. Fuck her there, first. That will act as lubrication for her ass.” He continued to look tentative. Perhaps it was the conflicting sight of my tight asshole and gaping pussy. Anton had begun playing with my nipples. “Don’t worry, friend. I have fucked her there. She will open up for you.” He pinched my nipple, causing me to look back at him. “This nun has a slut’s body.”
I blushed intensely. His fingers were pinching and pulling my nipples. I was rubbing my dripping pussy over the length of his hard cock. And, behind me, a relative stranger was waiting to thrust into my pussy before fucking my ass. My body was not only able to accommodate all that, I was eager and craving for it all to happen. It wasn’t as simple as my body. It was me. A nun by training and intention. A slut in desire and lust. Where else could the two be accepted?
I leaned down to Anton, my breasts pressing into his chest, our mouths coming together with passion. At the same time, I raised my butt in the air and soon felt hands at my hips. A cock was sliding along my wet pussy lips and suddenly sinking into the gaping hole of my pussy left from Anton’s brief fucking. I sighed into Anton’s mouth as Emilio steadily drove his cock into me, the gasps and moans falling over us from behind.
After several minutes of fucking my pussy, Emilio pulls out and I feel his coated cock head press at my asshole. I was expecting to be filled in my pussy, first. But what’s the difference, I’ll be filled beyond belief either way. I groaned as he pressed at my tight hole and I pressed back against him until the cock opened the sphincter and popped in. He thrust several times until his cock was half buried in my ass. I put my hand back against his thigh and he immediately stopped his motion. Awkwardly, with a cock buried in my tight ass, I raised my hips higher, grasped Anton’s monster, and positioned it at my other hole. With the cock positioned at my dripping pussy hole, I looked down at Anton with lust-clouded eyes and gave him a lusty smile.
“I can’t believe I am trying to do this.” He looked at me concerned. “It’s just that … you’re huge and he’s not small. It might hurt.”
“Maybe … some. But worse than the first time I took you there?”
I shook my head. I bit my lower lip with concentration and determination. I released my hand from Emilio’s thigh and used it to brace myself. Then, I pushed back against both cocks. Emilio’s cock sank a bit further up my ass and Anton’s abruptly stretched open my pussy and impossibly filled me.
It hurt. “OHHHH … FUCCKKK!” I gasped and panted and moaned, my body rigid, immobile. “Wait … please … just … wait.” It felt like something split open down there. I wasn’t sure which hole it felt like. The whole region was searing, stretched impossibly. He was wrong! This was worse than the first time he took my asshole. Breathing seemed impossible. My mouth open, I pulled in breath but nothing happened. It was as if the tightness at my pussy and ass, the clamping of the muscles to reject any further movement had engulfed my entire body including my ability to breath. It was as if the mere act of breathing might somehow induce more pain.
Then … something happened. I was poised rigidly between them, unmoving, unthinking. But something was invading the overwhelming feeling from my ass. Slowly, I recognized it as my nipples. I dared to lower my head to peek at my breasts. Anton. Anton’s thumb and forefinger … they were pulling and twisting my rigid nipples. My breathing came back with a huge, audible gasp. My body shook as if it were releasing the tension built-up within me. He had a sly smile on his face. How could he have known that would work? Did he know? Or, was he simply desperate to help me?
I leaned down to kiss him. Regardless, it worked. But as I leaned down, both cocks moved inside me and I moaned and shivered, again. My God, what a feeling! When Anton had first fucked me, I thought I was impossibly filled and stretched. Then, when he first fucked my ass, I had the same feeling but in the other hole. Now … now, the same feeling but in both holes at once.
I kissed Anton and let the shivers wash over me and each wave released tension within me. And still, both men held themselves quiet. I moved my ass a fraction of an inch in experimentation. Then, more. And, more. My holes relaxed, both cocks moved within me. It was impossible to describe the feeling of being so stuffed with cock so I shut down thought and pressed back fully, driving both deeper.
“Fuck me! Make me scream!”
And, they did.
Anton below was less capable of effective thrusts but Emilio behind compensated with strong thrusts while Anton managed to hold himself deep so his movements filled me and bumped into the top of my pussy. The pressure from behind and above pressed the three of us together, my clit often being ground into Anton’s pelvis. I was panting and grunting under the assault and my body was super-charged with erotic impulses firing through my body. Two cocks moving inside me, inside two chambers side-by-side, fired nerve endings wildly. The thin membrane between pussy and anal seemed was stimulated on both sides, the erotic impulse firing and building back and forth and combined.
I had a shuddering orgasm and they kept right on fucking me without pause. As my senses returned and my body slowed it shaking, I felt Emilio’s cock in my ass swell and stiffen even more. I felt it pulse through my tight anal clamping around it. It seemed impossible for there to be any room for anything more in the tightness of my ass with Anton’s cock in my pussy squeezing any normal room. But the spewing cum shot into my ass and Emilio grunted and gasped loudly as he released into me.
Anton was holding me tight. Emilio was making small movements as he recovered. I heard soft words but they didn’t register. Then, I felt us moving, the soft words exchanged an apparent coordination of intent. Emilio was pressed into my back and me into Anton as the three of us rolled to the side and, with some effort from Anton, the positioning was reversed with him on top looking down into my face with a lusty but caring look. Emilio’s cock was still embedded in my ass and still hard. I suspected the tightness and stimulation it received from Anton’s cock in my pussy kept it in that condition.
Anton shifted his knees outside Emilio’s legs and his hands pressed my knees and thighs up against my body. With his eyes holding mine, he began aggressively thrusting into me. Emilio might have been forgotten as Anton fucked me except for the fullness of the cock in my ass and the body my back was pressed into. Anton began using long and powerful strokes. His cock pulling nearly out of me before thrusting smoothly all 14 inches back into me. Emilio was holding onto my breasts like they were grab bars, holding me in place with his cock buried in me as the other anchor. Anton’s thrusting became wild: deep, powerful, aggressive.
My eyes, I was told, rolled back into my head as another orgasm engulfed me. Somewhere in my subconsciousness I recognized the powerful spurts of cum flooding my pussy but my body shook hard and my mind numbed a tremendous orgasm overpowered everything else. Sandwiched between these two bodies, impaled by both cocks, cum dripping from both holes, I was convinced I was where I was supposed to be. I was convinced I was a vessel of unique purpose.
* * * Chapter Seven will follow * * * Thanks for reading
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