CHAPTER FIVE: ANAL

“Anton … have you ever … I mean, have you … I mean, would you …”

We were on our way back to the compound from a visit to one of the tribes close by to our small village. This village was only a half-day’s journey away and a mild illness was moving through the people. The medicines we had accumulated brought relief to them. Along the way back on the trail, I reached out to stop Anton. The two of us had taken our relationship to a level that caused the other sisters to smile at us as they saw the sly looks between us until Mother Maria finally confronted the two of us and gave her blessing. She explained that nobody knows exactly how the original Magdalenes really acted or behaved and how much their sexual backgrounds played into their mission. And, nobody documented the evolution and movement of the Magdalenes from the earliest times to now. She confided that their small Order had used sexuality as necessary and appropriate for the tribal acceptance they sought. She had tried to scare me away by the demands she made of me at the gate that first night of my arrival. She had been convinced I was the emissary that would shut their small Order down. Events since had shown her that the real significance of the Magdalenes was not merely the allowance of sex in lives but the elimination of restrictive rules, judgments, and doctrines. I was an example of that, she said. The sign shown to us by what happened with the baby we found showed that what was important was doing that which was important to others in order to reach others and receive their acceptance. She had encouraged me to move past the confines of their earlier teachings and controls put on me and to freely accept what came into my life … including Anton. At the same time, she had encouraged Anton to allow me that freedom and not put his own restrictions and jealousies upon me.

That conversation, the visit to that tribe and experiencing the different men, my trial at the gate (even if meant to only scare me away), and the subsequent time Anton and I used to explore a meaningful relationship, all combined to transform my already inquisitive mind toward sex into full-fledged exploration of what’s possible. I sometimes found my mind in a blur of erotic thoughts and considerations of experience. What was possible? What wasn’t? What should I pursue? What shouldn’t I pursue? Just because I had been given permission, did that mean that restrictions shouldn’t still apply? Weren’t perversions merely what someone had decided, what someone had merely applied? Wasn’t intention in the heart really the only element that mattered?

It was within that framework of my mind that I stopped Anton and tried to express a new compelling curiosity. As usual, he was very patient with me.

He smiled as he faced me and pulled me into his embrace. I may have become used to being naked, traveling along the trails without general concern of who I might encounter along the way because almost everyone else in this region would be naked or nearly so. But when I am pulled into Anton’s embrace, it still sends a jolt of awareness as my nakedness would come into contact with his bare upper body and I would feel his massive cock in his worn, faded, and baggy shorts. I often impulsively press my hips into his and would feel his reaction being the same as mine as I feel his impressive cock stir with our contact.

“Say what you mean, Sister Sofi.” He spoke reassuringly into the side of my head covered by the habit veil and head-piece. “You know I am here for you.” He separated us only enough so he could look into my eyes. “Always … whatever is in your mind … you believe that, don’t you?”

I blush as I look deeply into his eyes. He’s right, of course. I know with my being that this man would not judge me. He may not always understand what is going on inside my head, but he is always supportive while still being protective. My mind has taken us into many new experimentations. Missionary position was all he knew. We have since tried as many positions as the imagination could conjure. Some were good … some merely acrobatic for the experience. I found I love sucking his cock … before and after fucking … sometimes just to suck it as we are quiet together. I still can’t believe I can take his 14 inches inside my 5’ 2” body. But it is a simple pleasure for both of us for me to lie with my head on his stomach and to suck and stroke his cock. It almost always leads to fucking, but is not always the reason why I initially start sucking him. It is hard for me to even understand much less explain but he has never questioned, certainly not complained. I have learned to take his cock into my throat but have accepted that I may never achieve taking all 14 inches down it. My time experimenting and practicing is simply his enjoyment. With an open and accepting mind regarding me, he has enjoyed everything.

I take a deep breath and let it out. Still an hour from the compound, I blurt out my latest image of experience. “Have you ever fucked in the asshole?” When I finally blurt it out, I see his eyes widen with surprise. Maybe I have finally imagined too far. But his eyebrows slowly furrow in consideration and a smile begins to curl the corners of his mouth. I blush again as his eyes search my intention. “Is it possible? Is it done?” That should eliminate any question about my intention. “I was thinking … with that tribe … all those men wanting me … could I have taken more if …”

He smiled and kiss me. My Anton. Never any judgment. “Sometimes you had one in your pussy and took another in your mouth. You mean if you were able to take three at the same time?” I nodded shyly. “Interesting. It is certainly a hole that could be penetrated, though I don’t know I have heard of such a thing.” He looked at me, “But why not? I think it is very tight, though. Not like your pussy.” I blushed, again. He was working this out in his mind. He was trying to help me. “I think you would need to be loosened.”

His fingers were unconsciously fondling my breasts and nipples. One hand slid down my body, fingers slipping along my slit and probing my hole. My own had was pressed against the front of his shorts. He felt how wet I was. I felt how hard he was. The idea aroused both of us.

I know my face had reddened. “Yes. And, you are very big.”

He had two fingers inside me. His words came out soft. “Maybe I could use my fingers to open you?”

I smiled. I moaned. His fingers. Our talk. The images in my mind. I shivered, then shook as an orgasm suddenly made my legs weak. I swayed numbly. With fingers still inside me, his other arm encircled my shoulders and held me tightly against his body until I seemed to recover. My arms were wrapped around his neck, the fingers slipped from my dripping pussy, and both his arms held me close. My breathing was erratic, gasping.

“The dog.”

I raised my head. “What?” My eyes searched his face.

“The dog … his is … smaller.”

I was shocked. I thought that was a secret with the sisters. “You … know … about the dog?”

He smiled, kissed me on the lips, and one hand slid down my bare back to rest on my butt. He pulled me into his pelvis. He was very hard. I pressed into him.

“Of course. You were very noisy.” He smiled bigger and kissed my forehead. “And … the donkey.”

“Oh, dear God …” I dropped my face into his shoulder.