Good girls do DP too

The next thing happened when I was 25. At that time I was teaching at a Catholic school; I was a nun. I have long brown hair, and quite slender, and I've been told I have very nice breasts and a perverted ass. I've noticed that many men look at my ass, even when I'm dressed in my nun's habit. I'm also pretty high... 5 feet 10 inches.

On the day of this story, I was escorting a couple of dozen children from my school on a visit to the National Art Gallery in central Washington DC. We were visiting from outside the city, and we had arrived the night before. We arrived early... after waiting for the museum to open, we proceeded to what I have always considered 'the beginning' of art - the exhibition of medieval art, followed by Renaissance art. The portraits of the Virgin, of Christ, and apostles or saints have been my inspiration for childhood.

My attention was diverted for the first time when we arrived at the early Renaissance paintings. Two young men painted on their horses, copying religious art before them. Look, awtrich. They were copying the two most sacred images of the 14th century, but in a completely modern style. When my eyes were moving away from his paintings, I stopped my mediaturation conference. After a long break, I got caught and continued my conference... turning my attention to my young positions. But when I was done, and he ordered the children to proceed to the next room, I walked the two men. I told them how amazing I found their art. We soon had a deep conversation about art and religion. But despite the issues of our conversation, I also felt my nipples hardened, and I felt the excitement of my pussy.

Very soon, our conversation became more personal. They presented themselves as John and Leo - two young people from Mexico City. I'm Lisa. Turns out we all stay at the Dupont Circle Hilton. One of our chaperones soon called me back to my homework - escorting my school kids. Looking back, I realized that John was looking at my breasts, and Leo clearly had difficulty looking at me...

I knew we'd meet again, during our visit to Washington.

Several hours later, our visit to the museum ended, and my charges returned to their rooms at the Hilton, I was walking around the bar... and I saw my two young known artists. They made waves, and I went into the bar and joined them at their table. With them there were four other young Hispanics. We talked about art, about Mexico... but our conversations soon became sexual.

I was invited to his room, and I accepted. I wasn't honest, but I knew the invitation was to join the six men upstairs. When we got to the room, almost immediately, Leo came to me and started kissing me. Pounding his hands on my ass. As John walked behind me and put his arms around me, grabbing my tits, rubbing them firmly... They take out a hand to insert a finger into my ass crack. I headed forward, towards Leo's claws. More firmly he threw my cheeks out of my ass.

They stopped, they took me out of my clothes. I was naked. She was not a virgin, she had sex before she was a nun - but she had never been with six men!

Leo got in bed. They put me on him, and they put me down to his erect dick. He got into my hot pussy. I started to fuck with enthusiasm. However, moments, another young man went to bed behind me, placing his dick at the entrance to my ass.

I spent. He put his hot dick in my ass.

Both men began to fuck my holes vigorously. I thought I had known the solemn passions of my faith. This experience aroused my preconceived ideas of religious ecstasy. I got the orgasm... and more orgasms...

The six men took turns, took my ass, fucked my pussy... always with the two holes full. I came back again and again, while every couple of men fucked my pussy and ass. As the men went from my ass to my mouth, from the wedge to the ass... Taking me anyway a woman can be fucked.

For the last day of my visit to Washington DC, Leo and John asked if they could take me to the Catholic University Cathedral. I was wondering if they were planning to take me sexually in a sacred place in the cathedral. Enough, we did a DP in an enclave right behind the altar. I knew then that, above all, I was a whore... not a woman who took money for sex, but a whore like a woman who yearned for sexual pleasure over all other values.