What follows happened when I was 25. At the time I taught in a Catholic school; I was a nun. I have long brown hair, and quite slender, and I was told that I have very beautiful breasts and a perky ass. I’ve noticed many men staring at my butt, even when I’m dressed in my nun’s habit. I’m also pretty tall. 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 Gallery of Art in downtown Washington DC. We were visiting from outside the city, and it was the night before. We arrived early… After waiting for the museum to open, we proceeded to what I always considered ’the beginning’ of art - the exhibition of medieval art, followed by Renaissance art. The portraits of Our Lady, of Christ, and apostles or saints were my inspiration for childhood.

My attention was deviated for the first time when we reached the paintings of the early Renaissance. Two young men were painting to their easels, copying religious art in front of them. I looked, awestruck. They copy the two most sacred images of the 14th century, but in a completely modern style. When my eyes moved away from their paintings, I interrupted my lesson halfway. After a long break, I took and continued my lesson, rekindling my attention to my young accusations. But when I was done, and I ordered the children to proceed to the next room, I went up to the two men. I told them how much I found their art. We were soon profound in the conversation about art and religion. But despite the subjects of our conversation, I also heard my nipples harden, and I felt the excitement of my vagina.

Too soon, our conversation has become more personal. They presented themselves as Juan and Leo - two young people from Mexico City. I’m Lisa. Turns out we’re all staying at Dupont Circle Hilton. One of our escorts called me back to my job, escorting the kids from my school. Looking back, I realized Juan was staring at my breasts, and Leo clearly had a hard time looking at me. . .

I knew we’d meet during our visit to Washington.

Several hours later, our visit to the museum was completed, and my accusations returned to their Hilton rooms, I was walking past the bar… and I saw my two young acquaintances of the artist. They said goodbye and I went into the bar and joined them at their table. With them were four other Hispanic young men. We talked about art, Mexico… but our conversations soon turned sexual.

They invited me to their room and agreed. It was unbearable, but I knew the invitation was for me to join all SIX upstairs. When we got to the room, almost immediately, Leo approached me and started kissing me. He screwed my hands on my ass. While Juan puts himself behind me and puts my arms around, seizing his tits, rubbing them firmly… They’re picking up a hand to put a finger in my ass. I lent on, in Leo’s clutches. The more she pulled my cheeks off.

They stopped me. They pulled me out of my clothes. I was naked. I wasn’t a virgin, I knew sex before I became a nun, but I had never been with six men!! !

Leo laid on the bed. I was put on top of him, and lowered to his upright cock. He went into my horny pussy. I started fucking him anxiously. The moments, however, another young man climbed the bed behind me, putting his dick at the entrance of my ass.

I gased. He pressed his hot dick in my asshole.

Both men started to fuck my holes. I thought I knew the solemn passions of my faith. This experience has wiped out my preconceived ideas on religious ecstasy. I reached orgasm. and other orgasms.. .

All six men turned around, fucked my ass, fucked my ass… always with both holes full. I came back and again, like every couple of men fucked my pussy and ass. As men passed from my ass to my mouth, from pussy to ass… Take me every way a woman can get fucked.

For the last day of my visit to Washington DC, Leo and Juan asked if they could take me to the cathedral of the Catholic University. I was wondering if they would take me sexually to a sacred place in the cathedral. Sure, we did a DP in an enclave right behind the altar. I knew then that, especially, I was a whore… not a woman who took money for sex, but rather a whore like a woman who wanted sexual pleasure especially other values.