From Thug To Pornstar: I Reincarnated As Jonny Sins, So What!
Chapter 91: Nun 2

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Nun 2

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 animals, 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 animals. I was gaining some comfort after some time in the compound and was watching the man go about his work who gave 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 unconscious 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 the 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 the feeling of failure 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, animals 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 physical 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 if I can 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 ..."