SOFI – THE NAKED NUN 6: DP EXPERIENCE

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 suggesting 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 time, showed me the full interest of Anton to support me. I assumed there was no way of knowing until it happened. After all, 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 constantly staying on top of the weeds and growth of plants. 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 from 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 me as they talked and the man’s eyes moved toward me 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.