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A light snow was falling, and the little girl with the tattered shawl had not sold a violet all day. She was sitting on a low garden wall, by a makeshift shop she had made out of a few sticks and cardboard boxes, playing shop and selling whatever she had found in the garden earlier. The violets were pretty, and she wasn’t at all sad not having sold any, as she really wanted to keep them for herself.
Suddenly, a pirate ship appeared on the horizon! The little girl was a young woman now, leading a crew of raggedy pirates across the Caribbean in a quest for gold, fame and glory, and all the wenches she could get in between. As exciting as it was, feeling the salty breeze on her face and breasts, the wind in her hair and hearing the shouts of the men on the deck below, something in the back of her mind began to stir and grow louder.
At that very moment, a young intern at City Hospital was making an important discovery. The mysterious patient in Room 213 had finally awakened. She moaned softly. The girl and pirate queen were jumbled together in a tumble of images, thoughts and emotions. Could it be that she was the sister of the boy in Kansas who loved the girl with the tattered shawl who was the daughter of the maid who had escaped from the pirates?
The intern frowned. Putting his papers aside, he rushed out of the room to get the doctor before the mysterious woman became fully conscious, hoping they could figure out what to do with her.
I know all this, because the patient in room 213 was me.
How I had gotten there is all a bit fuzzy, and I had only pieced it together with the things I had been told afterwards. I remember our group arriving in Brixen after we fled the zombies in the abbey, bringing with us two of the sisters, Adele and Marilena, who had not been infected, all of us cramped together in the station wagon. Coming off the mountain path, we almost immediately got into a jam, as most of the roads through and around the city were crowded with bursa escort cars and zombies.
I stopped the car a little out of sight of the few zombies that were crawling over and around the lines of cars, trying to get a better view of the situation. Bekah stepped beside me as I stared down into the city, watching the river Eisack shimmer in the distance beyond streets and houses, all filled with hordes of infected mutants, no doubt.
“So, what now?” Rebekka asked after minutes of silence.
I shrugged and grinned sheepishly. “Somehow we’ll have to get to the water,” I said, just trying to get my thoughts in order and not having any plan yet. “Preferably with the boat.” I turned around and looked at the trailer we’ve been pulling all across the mountain, while the two nuns and Antonia were getting out of the car to stretch their limbs.
“I guess someone needs to go down into town to scout out the situation,” I sighed.
My slave ran her fingers through her short hair, eyeing the group sceptically. “Yeah, well,” she said, “I guess we both know that someone won’t be them.”
I put my hand on her shoulder and kissed her gently, then walked back to the group. “Okay,” I said loud, addressing all of them, “we’ve got a problem now. We’re not too far from a river that will hopefully carry our boat, and all of us on it, downstream. But in between us and the water are a few streets full of zombies and cars, and I don’t know yet how to get down there. So for now, we’ll set up camp here, and in the morning Rebekka and me will sneak into town to look for a safe route.”
We ate silently, everyone following their own thoughts as we chewed on a few carrots, trying to get some nourishment out of them. I wasn’t particularly hungry to begin with, and so I just sat by the side of the road, watching the sun go down on the town below.
“Again, sister?” I heard the older nun, Marilena, whisper behind me. I turned and saw how Adele, her fellow congregate, sat a little aside, bursa escort bayan both hands in her crotch, rubbing herself in an obvious manner.
“It helps me relax,” Adele replied, seemingly no longer willing to put up with the restrictions of the abbey and somewhat happy to finally be able to play with herself. She reached for one particularly thick and long carrot, turning it in her hands. “And I’ve always wanted to do this,” she said, parting her robe and running the vegetable through her brunette pubes.
Marilena sighed, looking at Toni, who tried hard not to stare and remain decent. “Well, we’ve all had sex with one another at one point,” I shrugged, “so there’s no sense in false modesty.” I got up and stretched as the older nun crawled over between Antonia’s legs. “Slave, lick my ass,” I said, looking sideways at Rebekka.
Quickly, I felt her nose nudging at my exposed white buttocks, soon followed by her tongue slipping in between, just running slowly all up and down my crack. I groaned at the sensation, and, more than that, at the thought of her obeying my every wish without question or complaint. I couldn’t have asked for a better servant.
As she licked me, I watched Adele press the thick carrot against her clit, closing her eyes and shuddering softly from excitement. “Mmh, it’s still dirty from the soil,” I said to her, “so you better wash that off before you stuff it inside you.” She blushed, looking back at me, but then a little yellow fountain began trickling out of her big labia and ran across the orange veggie as she pissed the dirt off.
To her left, Marilena made loud slurping noises as she sucked Antonia’s cock deep into her mouth, the transvestite gasping for air at the assault. “Mmmmmhpfffh,” the nun gagged, drooling some sticky cum as her mouth quickly got flooded by Toni’s sperm. They both must’ve been exploding from pent up sexual pressure.
Rebekka’s fingers began pushing into my hot, hungry asshole, fucking me fast and deep, escort bursa just as I like it, made slick from her spit as she ran between my legs with her other hand, rubbing all across my labia and clit. I struggled to stay standing, holding onto the side of the car to stabilize myself.
The nuns kissed, Marilena spitting a white gooey ball of sperm into Adele’s mouth before hurrying over to the car, pulling Toni with her. The young nun finally thrusted the carrot deep and hard up her big cunt, then came crawling over to us, kneeling between my legs with an orange stub sticking out between her bush. Gently, she lapped at my labia.
Her sister in faith pulled herself up on the hood of the car, spreading her legs wide towards Toni with her robe parted. It didn’t take long for the trans-woman to get hard again, shoving her hard, shaved cock up her lover’s hairy snatch for the first time.
Marilena bucked and yelled. “Fuck you asslick,” she hissed, out of herself from horniness. “You want to fuck my old celibate nun-hole, yes? You want to dump your fucking cum inside me like I’m just a worthless piece of ass? Bring it on!” Instead of an answer, Toni pushed her down flat on her back and began pounding her deep and hard. The nun reached up and pulled at the trannie’s top, freeing her large, firm tits that swung wildly at every thrust.
Beneath me, Adele and Bekah kissed, both getting a taste of the residual cum, then decided at the same time to fuck me hard up both of my holes. Each of them pushed four fingers hard inside of me, thrusting them up fast and deep into my chubby big fuckholes.
I started leaking immediately, my piss-cum spraying all around Adele’s hand. She lapped it up eagerly, not letting on with her thrusts until I screamed and collapsed, my legs giving in underneath me. They pulled out and I gushed hard on the nun’s clothes as she tried to catch it with her mouth, slurping at my cunt and sharing my cum with Rebekka.
Above me, I could see Toni’s balls contract as she dumped another load into Mari, sticky cream leaking out around the sides of her pussy.
We finally fell asleep with Adele keeping first watch, still playing and nibbling on the carrot.
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