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CHAPTER THREE: THE MAGDALENES

I was taken aback by the enthusiastic and welcoming response after the uncertainty of the long night I had just experienced. We were still gathered outside the open gate of the compound and I spotted a few villagers stop in their early morning routines to watch our gathering at the end of the well-beaten path from the village to the compound. It caused me to blush under the layer of dripping cum but, as the sisters noticed, they giggled at my reaction.

“You’ll get used to exposure, Sister.” This came from an older nun.

The nun I had been interacting with much of the night seemed to feel this was a time for introductions. “Soon, little Sister, we will let you bathe, sleep, and join us for our mid-day meal and prayers. After our prayers I will ask you for your decision.”

“My decision, Sister?”

“Yes. I would like you to join our little Order, but I would like you to be rested and to pray on the decision, first.” I nodded. “Now, for quick introductions since we are all present …” She suggested that I begin:

Sister Sofi. A recently accepted nun in an order in Sao Paulo. I am clearly the youngest at 23 years old. My body is trim and athletic on a 5’ 2” frame of only 100 pounds. My breasts are full but pert matching my frame. I explained the conflicts in my mind given the tight restrictions in the modern world and my confession to the convent priest and his studies, theories, and assistance leading me here.

Mother Maria. The senior sister who provides leadership and direction for the group. She is in her mid-50’s. She is a few inches taller than me and thin. She also performs some missionary duties, which extend beyond the village but confesses it has become harder to sustain the rigors of jungle travel as she has gotten older.

Sister Ana. She is in her upper 50’s. She is about 5’ 6” tall and round. She is the cook and laundry for the sisters. She bakes bread and pastries for the sisters and for trade in the village.

Sister Mariana. She was the oldest in her early 60’s. She is the gardener. She raised vegetables for the sisters and for trade in the village. She also raises some plants and herbs used for medicinal purposes and gathered other native herbs and plants in the vicinity used for cooking and native medicine. She had become the source of medicinal knowledge gathered over the years from the tribes in the region.

I am shocked that their group is now only three and all quite old. But, before I could verbalize anything, Mother Maria was already sending me off with Sister Ana for my bath and a cot inside the structure. The bath was lukewarm water in a crafted tub. A quick conversation with Ana verified what I should have already deduced: reaching the village had taken me well outside of modern conveniences like electricity, gas or oil heating or lamps, or many modern tools or comforts. Beyond the village into the jungle and the tribes there become more primitive still. It also explained why the collection of native herbs and plants for medicines become so important.

I was so exhausted from not having good sleep and the activities of the previous night. I was slightly embarrassed that Ana was bathing me, but was too tired and relieved to do anything about it. I didn’t even remember moving from the bath to the main structure and a cot, when my next awareness was being awakened by Mariana. She was standing next to my cot with my head piece and veil. It had been cleaned while I slept but only partially dried, I noticed as I fixed it to my head and sat upright before her.

She smiled, “Yes, it is still damp. Cloth doesn’t dry very quickly in the jungle. It helps explain why the natives prefer to be naked. And, since they do, we do.” As we approached a large room with a large table and stools around it with the other sisters, “We don’t have an extra pair of sandals for you but there is a craftsman in the village who makes them.”

I touched her shoulder, “Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind, but I have always enjoyed being barefoot when I could. I’ll see if I can manage it here.”

Ana had prepared plates of bread, vegetables, and a bowl of rice with some kind of meat mixed in. I didn’t ask and they didn’t explain. I ate like I hadn’t eaten for days which was the reality. The conversation was casual and light. They engaged in some light teasing about the “new girl” and the donkey. I blushed profusely but I could see it was all in good fun to see how I might fit into the group. I also noticed Mother Maria watching me closely throughout. I felt she was ready to control the flow of the teasing, if necessary.

We all helped Ana in clearing the table and depositing the scraps from our wooden plates in a wood bucket in the kitchen. I would later find that the bucket would be dumped into the pen with hogs.

Prayers were a different experience. At a formal convent in a major city such as where I had come from, prayers were quite structured and Mass was a daily experience. This was much less structured and resembled little of the liturgy I was familiar with. And, there was no priest for mass.

After prayers, I was expecting a moment of commitment to this Order, but Mother Maria asked me to walk with her. She led me outside and out of the compound and down the well-worn path to the village. I hesitated when I realized where we were headed but she merely reiterated that I will get used to being naked. I was beginning to wonder about that, though. It was one thing to be naked in the compound and another thing to be naked in the village where some people wore some kind of clothing, though loin cloth. As we entered the edge of the village, I quickly realized that our nakedness was not something that seemed to impact the people at all. Adults respectfully nodded to the Mother and smiled at me in apparent recognition of being new. Mother introduced me to several people along the way as a new nun, but said it in a way that indicted it was still undecided but the sisters were hopeful. Several c***dren ran excited past us and waved joyfully. One little naked girl stopped and took my hand and followed us for a short while before becoming distracted by something other c***dren were doing.

Mother Maria was trying to have a discussion about duties and the Order, but she was having difficulty with the many interruptions until we reached the river and sat on the edge of the dock. The dock was deserted with no small boats or canoes and, finally, provided a quiet and private opportunity for us. She was established into the role of ‘Mother Superior’ of the Order over a decade ago. The title holds little meaning as the Order has dwindled in size over time. When she came as a young nun from a village along the river, the Order was thriving with over a dozen sisters ministering and serving even into villages along the river doing trade and interaction with the outside world. As always happened in history, though, the Church wanted to control what was working so well, already. The Order was under threat and was pushed further into more remote regions until it came to this location. She touched her own naked body. As they went further into the jungle regions, their practice and customs took on the forms and practices of the peoples. They began not wearing as much coverings until they were naked like the people. They supported more of the practices of the various tribes in order to be accepted by them and to assist them. It isn’t ministering like the Church would have them do with conversion in religious practice and teachings. They don’t try to supplant beliefs but to lay teachings and ideas alongside those of the people and in that way become accepted to help them thrive without interfering.

“It’s a delicate balance of ideals and practice. Many of the tribes out here and beyond are little changed over centuries. Some of the practices, myths, and ceremonies will seem primitive and suspect for a modern, reasoning mind. But we’ve chosen a path of support and service over ideology.” Our eyes met and I nodded my head. I understood the difference between what she was describing and the what my training would otherwise dictate. I was reminded of what the priest had told me, what had fired me up to come out here and attempt to find this Order. What they were doing might be in conflict with preaching the controlling, subjective words ordained by men half way across the globe, but they were instilling the love and care and peaceful attitude at the core of what the original message was.

Our toes dangled in the water like a couple of girls escaped from the real-world. She patted my naked thigh, “I am sorry for putting you through so much so quickly, but … we had to be sure.” I tilted my head at her. Sure of what? “This small group might be all that remains of Magdalenes. We were dying out as an Order but still were of service even if less effectively in spreading the Gospels. The Magdalenes have been pursued and eliminated by incorporation or … otherwise … for two thousand years. If our Order was to die out, we wanted it to be naturally, not forced. As we became old, tired women, there was less and less what our bodies could do even with an undying spirit of will. So, we had to test you severely in a manner that a sister of the Church could not perform in spying. I am sorry for that …”

I put my own hand on her thigh and stroked it. She watched my hand move over her skin and sighed. A small shiver ran through her. She looked into my eyes with softness. I said, “I came looking for you because I wanted to serve in a way that allowed an open expression because I learned something of the Magdalenes were in practice. I didn’t know what I might encounter or be asked to perform in service but I was willing. Your test only reinforced within me how committed I am to that cause.”

She pulled me to her in an explosion of emotion, relief, and gratitude. My thighs and butt moved over the rough wood surface of the dock until our thighs came together. She managed to turn my shoulders as she turned hers so we were in an intense hug. It felt odd to be in such emotional and physical contact with another nun, our breasts in naked contact squashing into each other. I wondered if I should be embarrassed or ashamed that my body reacted with enjoyment and excitement. But I didn’t feel either embarrassed or ashamed. It only felt real and natural.

She rose to her feet and I followed her lead, as I was determined to do without hesitation from this moment on. She surprised me, again, pulling me into another deep hug, her hand on my lower back and holding me tightly. She pulled back slightly and looked into my eyes with a big smile, “The sisters are very excited to have you here.” I furrowed my brows in question. “To have such a young and obviously lusty body here, again. It has been a long time for us, dear.” She leaned in as if anyone might be around to overhear, “Our bodies have become old. We might have the will but …” She paused as if running a list of something through her mind. Then, excitement seemed to take over her face, too. “There are many things we have neglected in the past years. The tribes will be excited, too. Oh … this is wonderful, Sofi.”

That was all she would say about it. I puzzled over what she had left unsaid, which seemed like a lot, and I asked questions, but they all seemed united in the belief that it was better for me to discover for myself what might be expected as I made the encounters. They confided that there would be challenges but for me to remember why I was sent to them, as they now firmly believed that was what had happened … I was sent to them to re-energize their little Order in service to the tribes.

For several days after my arrival, passing their admittedly extreme tests, and acceptance into the Order, I was eased into the village routine. I was introduced to people, learned the ordinary activities of caring and teaching and supporting. I found there was little actual preaching and doctrine teaching. The sisters merely supported and gave care to anyone needing it. What doctrine was taught was simply to live in peace and acceptance of one another.

I was always exhausted at night when I finally settled onto my cot for sleep. My body adjusting to the heat and humidity, the seemingly constant activity in the village and efforts of maintaining the compound with cleaning, feeding the various a****ls, and assisting in tending to the growing of food items. The difference between what I was now experiencing in service and what I had been exposed to at the convent were stark. Obviously, my dress … or lack of dress. But more was the unrestricted gift of caring and giving. It didn’t come with the price tag of conversion or commitment to the Church’s doctrine and requirements of living and thinking and believing. What we had and what we gave were free without any strings or requirements attached. The simple teaching of peace and acceptance weren’t even pushed. It was as though by osmosis our attitudes would be transmitted to them. And, it seemed to work. In the quiet moments before sleep took hold of me, it was reinforced that they were the real message initially given to the followers from the beginning.

Clearly, though, the sisters were all easing me into the life and expectations. Their older bodies had been through so much. The life in the jungle was hard and taxing on anyone and these women had given so much. There are hundreds of things in the jungle that can attack the body. Large a****ls, certainly, but eating and touching the wrong plants, snakes and insects, even touching the wrong frog. Many have died or given up and it had been many years since a new member arrived before me. The reason for the sisters’ excitement of my arrival was partially sexual: their vaginas had dried up. They sometimes were able to use lubricants produced from plants but … their ability to support the more unique rituals of the tribes had been long lost. Their insistence that I discover them for myself caused some concern to me. I was committing myself, however, so whatever I could do to re-energize the Order and the regional tribes, I would do.

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I had seen a man working in the compound but he kept to himself. He quietly went about his business of repairing the many things the jungle environment seemed intent on weathering apart. He also gave regular assistance to Sister Mariana with hoeing and the heavier work in the gardens and with the a****ls. I was gaining some comfort after some days in the compound and was watching the man go about his work with repeated glances to me. I, like the other sisters, was naked. He wore old shorts that showed many washings that didn’t quite get all the dirt and grime out. Most of the men in the village near the compound might wear a wrap or piece of cloth tied over their front, but the wearing of actual clothing was rare. I was pondering the fact he was wearing clothes as much as anything.

I was startled when Mother Maria commented, “Anton.” I hadn’t heard her come up alongside me. “His name is Anton. He operated a canoe up and down this stretch of river but it was damaged in some rapids upriver. He was stranded here and we gave him some jobs while he decided what he would do. He’s been here ever since.”

He appeared to be in his early 30’s, though I had already found that age distinction wasn’t something that was referenced here. He seemed only slightly taller than my 5’ 2” frame and he was wiry strong. She went on to explain that besides work around the compound, he assists the sisters helping in the village and has been their guide into the jungle to the tribes, though the rigor of jungle travel has limited their trips the past years.

Mother Maria took my hand and led me to the man. On hearing our approach, he turned and stood straighter as I was introduced to him. He reached out his hand, his head nodding like a bobble-head as she described his duties and reinforced his impression that I was new and would be remaining. Though he was attentive to Maria and respectful, his eyes made frequent glances at her body and mine. His glances seemed to embarrass him but he seemed unable to stop. Clearly, he was making u*********s comparisons: Mother Maria’s older, tired, sagging body and my youthful, supple, firm body.

As we turned to move away, I whisper the question that remained. “I haven’t noticed actual clothing being worn even by other men, why ….?”

She stopped, glanced back at him. I followed her glance with my own eyes. He was watching us but turned his gaze down to something on the ground when he was caught. She smiled, then surprised me. She put her hands on my upper arms, turning me to directly face her. “Little Sister, perhaps it is time …” I looked at her puzzled, again. “Anton has a hut in the corner of the compound. Anton has devoted himself to us ever since and we have little to give him in return but to take care of him.” She looked at him, then back to me. “It has become difficult for us old women.” She chuckled. “You are young and … the way you handled to dog … and donkey …” I think she was blushing now. “… would you mind tending to him?”

I was initially confused. At least, uncertain. Then, as if addressing the uncertainty in my mind, her fingertips touched my stomach and slid down my abdomen to my mound. “He is quite …”, she smiled as if memories flooded her mind, “… he is very large.”

I looked at the man who was barely taller than me and wondered how that could be. I then wondered if that was why he wore the faded, discolored shorts that seemed too baggy on him. I looked back at Mother Maria. Her gaze was calm and natural. This was so weird. I know what I did as a test to be accepted, but this all still felt so strange. She and I were standing naked near this man she was telling me to fuck in thanks and gratitude for his hard work and efforts. But feeling strange about it all, there was more happening. I was unmistakably aroused, too. My nipples hardened and I felt my pussy lubricating in preparation even before my consciousness had accepted that I would do it. Mother Maria pinched my erect nipple, turned me to face Anton, and gave my bare butt a light smack. She was sending me on my way to ‘thank’ him.

Anton glanced at me as I approached and closed the distance between us. He took the hat off his head and leaned on the wood rake he had been using and turned to me. His head nodded as his face reflected a welcoming greeting. We talked for a few moments about what he was doing. It was idle chatter. I was gaining comfort with the idea of flirting with him, of enticing him to … to have sex. The ideas and feeling of sex remained in my mind but flirting and enticing were things I was out of practice with. He glanced over my shoulder and I resisted the impulse to look, too. Instead, I told him I wished to thank him for everything he does for us and looked instead at his hut in the corner. His eyes followed mine and, when his gaze returned to me, he gave a shy smile.

Inside his little hut was a narrow cot and small table and one stool. There was little else. He lived as spartan a life as we did. I turned to him once inside to find him fidgeting, his feet shuffling, and his hands blocking my view of his crotch. I stepped up to him, took his hands away from his crotch and placed them on my breasts. His eyes followed the movement of his hands to my breasts but my eyes became riveted on his shorts as I recognized what he was attempting to hide. Even inside the baggy shorts, his erection was evident. All tentativeness I might have felt disappeared. With some difficulty, I pulled my eyes from his crotch to give him a light kiss on the lips. Being accepted, I pressed my bare body into his as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him with more intention. At the same time, I pressed my pelvis into him. His erection was unmistakable … and huge. It was all I could do to slow my response and desire. I moved my lips from his mouth to his neck. I sagged slightly and kissed his chest and down to his stomach. I sank to my knees before him and heard him gasp and sigh as my kisses moved down his dark, sun-beaten, tight body. When my lips reached the top of his shorts, I heard him suck in a deep breath and it didn’t release. My fingers were working the rope tied around the waist before my mind caught up with them. I continued to lay kisses on his abdomen as I opened his shorts, my kisses moving down as I revealed new flesh.

I hadn’t realized I was holding my own breath until I lowered his shorts further and his erection sprang out before me, nearly bumping me in the face. My mouth opened to gasp but there was no room in my lungs. I exhaled as I let his shorts drop and looked up along his body. His eyes were closed and his mouth open. He wasn’t breathing, though. His whole body seemed tensed, slight tremors rippling over his taunt body.

I took hold of his cock with both hands and marveled. I released it and lay a hand out, my fingertips at the front of his scrotum palm up. His hard cock lay on my arm. It was well past the middle of my forearm. It could have been 14 inches long. It might not have been quite as long as the donkey’s but almost. And … it was thicker. It wasn’t as thick as the knot on the dog, though … thank goodness. My lips found the head of his cock. Both my hands were around the cock and there was plenty of room for my lips and mouth. I didn’t look back up at Anton until my mouth was over his cock and pushing more inside. Only then did I turn my head to look up at him.

What must that have looked like to him? This naked, young woman on her knees at his feet with his hard cock in her mouth, her eyes blazing with newly realized lust, a cross hanging from her neck and swinging between her breasts, and a nun’s headpiece and veil on her head. He may have been used to this by now if the other nuns had been so eager but the image in my head of what I was doing … and so eagerly … was very new and exciting.

Even in convents there is talk of what happens in the world … things classified as sinful, perhaps, but still they are known. Things that sluts and whores of the world do. They were whispered about as understanding of ‘the outside world’, but I often wondered if the talk was really just to claim to not being naïve about the world. Or, was there more hidden fascination about it than just that?

Of course, in my case, my fascination was much more and that fascination led me to where I was right now. And, my head spun with the realization of where I was right now. After all that internalized battle, after all that anguish and turmoil, after all the travel and searching, and determined to accept being tested by this Order, did I really imagine what I would find? Mated to a mongrel dog like its bitch. Sucking off a donkey. Both outside. Both next to the path leading back into the village. Now … with minor encouragement from the Mother offering my body to the handy man, Anton, for thanks for his work. But it was more … more than accepting the duty, the job, the task, the chore to ‘thank’ him … I am lusting after him. His cock … his massive, hard, throbbing cock … has me in a state of lustful excitement. My entire body in tingling. My pussy is not just lubricating but dripping in anticipation of feeling this cock inside my body. My lips, tongue, and mouth are working over as much of the cock as can fit inside it. I try to force more of it in. I, more than other nuns of that convent, had heard more about the lust of the body. I had heard about other forms of lustful expression. I heard about deepthroating, take a cock into the throat. But when I try, I merely gag, cough and sputter. I turn bright red at my failure but Anton’s fingers caressing my cheek and I ignore that feeling and continue.

I pull my mouth back and look up at him. I am curious to taste him but want to please him and his wants. I ask him how he wants me. His hands lightly grasp my upper arms and guides me up and to his cot where he lays me onto my back. The cot is pressed against a corner of the small hut. I lay on top of the old, ragged blanket spread upon it. I open myself to him. One leg is bent, the knee pressed against the thatch wall at the window opening, the other leg is splayed off the cot, my foot on the dirt floor. I feel a gentle breeze on my knee at the window. I hear the sounds of the compound outside the hut … one of the sisters humming in the garden nearby, a****ls moving in the pens, birds in the trees overhead. What I am about to do will be heard but somehow I am not self-conscious of that.

Anton’s hands glide over the insides of my bare thighs, glancing over my drooling pussy, and up my body as he kneels on the cot between my thighs. His hands, rough and callused from a lifetime of work, squeeze my firm breasts before his leans over me.

I look up into his eyes. “Will you be gentle with me at first?” He hesitates and concern shows on his face. I smile wide, “No … I want you … you are so valuable and important to us. I am new here but I know, I already see how important you are … how valuable and respected you are.” I glance down between our naked bodies. His hard cock looking like a blunt log between us, gently bobbing up and down with his breathing and the twitching muscles of his excitement and need. “You are so big … long and thick …” I look back into his eyes. I nod to him and reach up to kiss his lips. “I want you … all of you … but … but I am not sure I take all of you … yet.” I smile shyly, then. I blush as the words form in my head and flow through my mouth. “But I will … with time … I will take all of you.”

His mouth opens. He stammers a response that doesn’t form into real words. With one hand I touch two fingers to his lips. I utter the sound, “Shhhhh …” My other hand is reaching between our bodies. It takes his hard cock and aligns it to my pussy. He shifts slightly. I move the head over my slit. I look down and see the head shining with my wetness. It grazes over my already throbbing clit and I gasp at the touch. I move the head down and find my hole. I sigh and gasp as I feel it part my lips at the opening. My eyes close as I feel it move slightly, parting my lips and opening further. My mouth falls open as he shifts slightly, his cock opening me and pressing inside. I can’t breathe. His cock stretches me wide. I press my hands on his sinewy chest to hold him and he stops immediately. I feel stuffed with only a few inches of it inside.

“Slow … please …” It is all I can manage to get those two words out between gasps. The dog’s knot probably felt like this but this time there is no relief. Every inch of his cock stretches and fills me. My pussy muscles feel stretched to the point of tearing but soon they pulse, flexing around the massive intruder and I know it is time. I open my eyes and find his fixed on my face. I give him a weak smile and pull his face down to kiss it. Between kisses, I mutter, “Slowly fill me with your cock, Anton. Oh … God … yes … mmmmmmmm … and fuck me …”

He gives me a smile and whispers, “Yes, Sister Sofi.” He inches his cock deeper into me. He pulls out an inch and presses several more inside my wet, clasping sleeve. His sighs and gasps and grunts combine with mine. “You’re … so … tight … and … warm and … ooooooo … Yes, Sister …”

He is very gentle while I have abandoned myself to him. I lay underneath him, my legs splayed widely to the sides as he works his shaft in. I feel the head bump into the top of my pussy. He pulls out until most of it has retreated and presses more firmly back in. I cry out at the sensation it creates and it bumps into the top, again. I raise my head and look between our bodies at his dark brown cock sliding into my lighter brown body. When it bumps into the top of me, again, there is still many inches remaining outside.

I drop my head back onto the cot with frustration, “I want all of you, Anton.”

He is pumping into me harder. Long, strong strokes. His cock is glistening with my juice as he pulls out. Each thrust back in bumps into the top. I start shivering and quaking. I am a limp rag doll underneath him. Light and shadow pass over my shut eyes and, when I slit them, I find it is my head turning side to side as the rest of my body trembles with impending orgasm. When the orgasm crashes over me it is more like it is exploding from my pussy and coursing through the rest of my body. My toes curl, my body tenses, my clit and nipples ache they are so rigid, my fingers dig into the old blanket under me. My ears hear wailing and shrieking from far away, but it isn’t far away … it is from me. But I don’t care. It is the most intense and wonderful experience and my legs involuntarily rise to wrap around his flexing, driving hips. My arms rise to encircle his neck, my mouth engulfing his, and finally muffling my groans and cries.

His pumping into me become more furious. Each stroke presses and bumps into the top of my pussy and I hold onto him as if I am afraid of coming apart if I don’t. My own orgasm begins to subside when I sense something different … inside … his cock swelling larger … and pulsing. I feel him stiffen and his strokes become abrupt and more forceful, holding himself deep inside. When his cock jerks and spews its cum, it is impossible to believe there is any room left. Spurt after spurt of his cum fills me even more. He pulls out and thrusts back in with each spurt and I feel our cum leaking from my pussy over my ass crack. It sends me into another amazing orgasm.

In the quiet after, as he rests on top of me, as we gasp for control of our heart beats and breath, the sounds from outside seep back in as if washing over us with the certainty of the world and life just outside the window opening and through the thatch of the walls and roof. I clutch him to me, unwilling to release the feeling of his heart beating against mine, our ragged breath into each other’s neck and shoulder. All is very quiet outside the hut until murmurs from the sisters begin outside. Yes … they were very aware of us.

I hold the sides of his face in my hands and kiss his lips softly. I look into his eyes, “You are still hard.”

Under his darker skin I see his blush. “I don’t understand it. Maybe because you are so tight. Even now you pulse around me.”

Now I blush. “I want to take all of you and I don’t think I did.” He raises up onto his arms and presses into the cot with his knees, raising his body up. I feel his cock inside shift and I sigh at the feeling. We both peer down between us. “No … see, I didn’t.” There are still several inches of his cock not glistening with our spent juices. I look back into his eyes. “I want to, Anton. I want to be able for you to fully have me.”

His eyes considered mine, my face. He was thinking. “You might be too small, Sister Sofi.” He blushed, again. Then, he whispered to share something privately. “Even the other sisters, when they used to be with me, they couldn’t take all of it, either. It’s okay. I am grateful for this.” It isn’t lost on me. He is expressing his gratitude for a nun satisfying him sexually. It is also not lost on me that the other sisters have not been ‘with him’ for some time.

I wiggle my hips under him and feel his still hard cock moving. I kiss him on the lips, again. “I will take all of you. And …” I gazed into his eyes, “… and, you will not be without, anymore.”

I watched his reaction. He started to protest but I stopped him with another soft kiss. He finally smiled, sighed, and flexed his hips, moving his cock inside me. He began a slow movement, moving only inches. “Then, Sister, it might take some practice.”

I smile widely, “If that’s what it takes.” We laugh together only I gasp at the feel of him moving inside me. I look at him intently. He gives me a puzzled look back. “Can you roll us over? I want to be on top.” He is uncertain. The cot is narrow but he moves to the side, his back touching the thatch wall. Awkwardly, he shimmies and jerks our bodies, his cock jabbing into me, again bumping into the top of my pussy. Finally, breathing heavy, he is on his back and I am straddled over his hips. I move my hips and my pussy slides up and down over his cock. I press with my hands against his chest and sit upright, my thighs flexed as I sit on his cock pressing against the top of my pussy. I look to the side and see out the window opening. I move my eyes down to him. I am gasping, moaning, and groaning, again. “How … are you … still … hard? Do you … always … do this?”

His hands come up to grasp my jiggling breasts. He squeezes and fondles them. Then, his response comes as if he gave it considerable thought. “No … no, I think it … it is you.” He pinches a nipple and watches my reaction. When I smile and nod, he sees it as encouragement and it is. He takes both nipples between thumb and index finger. He twists and pulls them. I gasp and moan. “I think it is you, Sister Sofi. You are so tight and energetic. I feel consumed by you.”

My eyes are shut as I enjoy all the sensations but words still spill from my mouth. “The other sisters …”

“I was always grateful. They relieved me but …”

I bent down and covered his mouth. I didn’t need to hear anything more. I didn’t want to merely ‘relieve’ him. He was right, I wanted to consume him and be consumed by him.

I sat upright, again. When I looked down at him, my vision was hazed by the lust burning within me. I rose up his cock and pressed back down. Up and down, up and down. I grunted with each downward pressing as each time his cock head jammed into the top of my pussy. But, each time as it did, I wiggled on top of him as I continued to press. I felt fuller and fuller. It felt like his cock was inside my stomach. I raised up and looked. More of his cock was covered with the juice of my pussy. Not all but more. My hands clutched his hands on my breasts as I rose and fell. Yes … it might take some time to achieve … but I will.

We both orgasmed, again!

* * * Chapter Four will follow * * * Thanks for reading