8 comments/ 63624 views/ 8 favorites Sister Lauren, Father Riley, and Me By: SuperHeroRalph This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * A husband realizes on Valentine's Day that his nearly Nun of a wife isn't so innocent. It had been a full day of celebrating Valentine's Day, our first as a married couple. Married only eight months, in June of last year, we were still newlyweds. I went all out, restaurant reservations, flowers, candy, and a romantic Valentine's Day card with a hearts and flowers sentiment with room for me to write my own words. I even bought her perfume and a sexy nightgown for the occasion. I wanted our first Valentine's Day to be a special memory. Only we over did it. Between having had worked a full day and celebrating all night drinking champagne, beyond exhausted, it was only Monday and I had to get up for work in just a few hours. I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but I was too tired for sex. "Thank you for a wonderful day, Chad," said my lovely bride Lauren. "You're welcome, baby," I said. Lauren is a pretty woman with a short, Katie Holmes haircut. As tall and as shapely slim, she does look a bit like Tom Cruise's wife. Enjoying the attention when people say that she looks like Katie Holmes, she wants to grow out her hair in the way that Katie Holmes wears her hair longer now. She had to keep her hair short before to wear her wimple. After being single for so long, it was still weird trying to wrap my brain around me being married and her being my wife. A mindset that I needed to have, always only having to think about and take care of myself, now it was us and we, instead of mine and me. All my friends have been married for years and all of them have children. Playing the role of the eternal, eligible bachelor, I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever get married. I just never found the right woman, until I met Lauren. Thirty-five is not that old but, when my parents were married at twenty-two-years-old, they were always pressuring me to find a wife and give them grandchildren. My friends and relatives were always playing the matchmaker by trying to fix me up with someone they knew from work or one of their single or divorced relatives. Now, finally, that's all over. Off the market, I'm finally married. We were comfortably ensconced in bed spooning, already yawning, I was just about to doze off, when I heard her voice in the distance. "Do you want to do it?" Do it? Do I want to do it? Upfront and to the point, I knew what she meant, of course, but she had such an odd way of putting things and, suddenly, being the macho newlywed man that I was, I felt pressured to perform and to do it. Appropriately, my cock reacted to her words with an erection. If not for me, for her, I needed to do it. Especially on of all days, Valentine's Day, what kind of a newlywed husband would I be if I didn't do it? She was the one who issued the challenge and I couldn't ignore her request not to do it. With me still a newlywed, this was Valentine's Day and I was expected to come to the office with bloodshot eyes, tired, and yawning, after having all the sex my co-workers imagined me having. If I couldn't do it for me, if I couldn't do for her, I had to do it for them. Wanting to show her the man that I was by getting up for the task to do it, just do it, only I was too tired to do it. If I was an actor on a set, I'd have a stand-in, a stunt double, ready to do it to my wife for me. Only, I wouldn't want anyone but me to do it with my wife. Suddenly, the image of watching my wife doing it with another man was an exciting one to imagine. Maybe, later, after we've been married for a while, that's a fantasy that we could explore. Only, now, I needed to do it. I was the romantic one in this family. Lauren was an anal accountant, who was nearly a Nun. She left the convent ten years ago, just before taking her final vows. She would have made a good Nun, Sister Lauren, as she's a good person, and she always wears her cross, displays it, actually, outside of her clothes. Only, she's too pretty not to be someone's special lady and I'm glad she's mine. Any man, no matter if he was still a little drunk and/or tired, would never have to be asked twice to do it with her. I met her in the elevator at work. She works on the 47th floor and I work on the 48th floor. As if it was our own private bus stop, with a dozen other elevator cars we could have chosen, it's funny how fate intervenes to make something happen, by having us take the same elevator car at the same exact time, so many times in the course of several months. After a while, I looked forward to seeing her and I was saddened when I didn't. One day, on the way up to our lofty work destinations, after everyone got off the elevator on the lower floors and we were left alone to meet, I summoned the courage to finally introduce myself. "Hi, I'm Chad," I said holding out my hand and smiling. "Lauren," she said looking at me, accepting my handshake, giving me a smile, and then looking away in shyness. Accustomed to women who weren't so shy, accustomed to women coming on to me, she intrigued me by her cool disinterest. Such a pretty name for such a pretty woman, a name that evoked the images of a movie star, a runway model, and the name of a famous fashion designer, tall, sultry, and shapely, Lauren fit her. Only, if I had more of my wits about me, if I weren't so tongue tied, I would have said all of that to her, but I didn't. Yet, not wanting to appear like the smooth Casanova that I wasn't, she didn't look as if she was a player either, especially with her religious cross prominently displayed. Glad that I didn't, if I came on too strong, I may have scared her away. Naturally pretty, a rare beauty, with skin as clear as I imagined her innocence, I couldn't help but notice that she wasn't wearing makeup; she never wore makeup. Weird. Every woman in the building wore eyeliner and lipstick, at the very least. Having a bit of the look of a pioneer woman, a Mennonite, an Amish woman from Pennsylvania, in the way that Kelly McGillis looked, when she starred with Harrison Ford in the movie Witness, she looked so plain, yet still so uncommonly pretty. It made sense when she told me later that she was almost a Nun. So pure, so innocent, and so trusting, as if she was a timid fawn that I came across in the forest, while coaxing her to eat out of my hand, it was then that I realized that I'd have to go slow with her to not frighten her. After having courted her and, somehow, managing to get around her committed religious beliefs by not trampling them with my lack of knowledge on the subject, insensitivity of her feelings, and ignorance of religion, sometimes I wonder if I would have been happier marrying a stripper. With my fantasies taking control of my commonsense, suddenly the image of Lauren dressed as a Nun, while dancing around a pole, and stripping off her habit, took hold of my imagination. Just as we don't know what a Scotsman wears or doesn't wear beneath his kilt, finally, I was finally going to see what a Nun wears or doesn't wear beneath her habit. Yet, be it Nun or be it stripper, I had no control over who I'd fall in love with; it just happened. For sure, I never figured I'd marry a woman who nearly made God her husband and Catholicism her lifelong career. A woman who was almost a Nun, an innocent virgin, may be some men's dream in bed, but I feared she may be my worst nightmare. What if she subscribes to the letter of the Catholic rules and only has sex to procreate and not for pleasure? Forget about swallowing, what if she doesn't even do oral sex? Over the years, I've become adept at eating pussy, just as I've grown quite fond, an understatement, of receiving blowjobs. Surely, it'd be one thing if she didn't swallow and was a spitter, but it'd be quite another if she wouldn't even take my cock past her lips, a place where she's accepted the Eucharist, the Holy Communion, the host, the consecration of the bread and the wine that symbolizes the body and the blood of Jesus Christ. My worries were short lived when she not only blew me but swallowed all that I had to give her on our Honeymoon night. Oh, goodie, my almost Nun of a wife, was quite the slut for my cock in bed. "Blow me, Lauren. Suck my cock. Oh, yeah, that's right, baby, suck it. Hallelujah. I'm going to cum," I said. Purposely talking dirty, I needed to know her reaction. Waiting to see what she'd do, if she'd remove me from her mouth or if she'd spit out all that I ejaculated in her mouth, I remained hopeful, while fearing the worst. Instead, she surprised me. Aroused and encouraged by my dirty talk, she sucked me harder, while stroking me faster and I exploded all that I had to give in her mouth. Then, she swallowed. "Oh, my God. That was so hot. I like it when you talk dirty to me. It made me even more aroused" she said. "I can't believe I got you off with my mouth." When she said that I realized that I was the first man she every blew. Not too shabby for a first time blowjob, but it's something that we'll have to practice over and again to perfect. Lucky me. Lost in my thoughts, going back and forth, thinking back to how we met to being in bed with and married to her now, after having celebrated our first Valentine's Day, I realized I hadn't answered her question. Do you want to do it? "I'm really tired, sweetie, and I have to wake up for work in only a few hours. I wish I had the forethought of taking the day off, as you did, but my boss is expecting me to attend a meeting the first thing in the morning." "It's okay," she said. "You're the first man that I celebrated Valentine's Day with and with this our first Valentine's Day as a married couple, I'm still not sure what's expected of me. I'd do it, if you wanted to do it." "Expected of you? Do it? You have a weird way of putting things, Lauren," I said with an uncomfortable laugh. "Just relax and go with the flow. I don't expect anything of you other than for you to love me. And it sounds better, if you said make love, instead of do it." "Sorry," she said. "I do love you, Chad. I love your blonde hair," she said running her fingers through my hair. "You look like a young Robert Redford, when he played The Sundance Kid in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Actually, you remind me of a cherub, my Angel of a husband," she said giggling, while taking my face in her hands and giving me a kiss. "I just wanted to let you know that I'd do it, I mean, make love, if you wanted. I understand you're tired. We'll do it, I mean," she said with a laugh, "make love tomorrow." "Okay, but in the meantime, until we fall asleep, why don't we just cuddle and spoon," I said wrapping my arm around her with my right hand cupping her B cup breast. "I think that's all I have the energy to do. Besides, I love spooning with you, while rubbing my cock against your sweet ass, baby." When I reached my arm around her and cupped her breast, her nipple was already erect. Was she cold? Was she excited? Was she expecting me to do it and to make love to her, even though I told her I was tired and needed to wake up early? Was she horny? Playing everything by ear, I was just as new to this marriage thing, as she was. In all the years I was single, in all the years that I was somewhat of a playboy bachelor, I never had a woman in my bed more than a few days. Never having had a long-term relationship, it was just as awkward for me that my first live-in girlfriend was my wife. Even though we had been married for several months, careful in what I said and did, so as to not hurt her feelings, it was still uncharted territory. Feeling her body pressed against mine, it just felt so good to rub my cock up against her nightgown clad ass, one of my favorite things to do, especially in the way she was pushing her ass against my cock. She was making me horny and I quickly had a fully engorged erection. With the thought of rubbing my naked cock against her soft, warm ass, I pulled off my pajama bottoms and underwear. It felt so much better to free my erection from the binds of my sleepwear. Horny now, albeit very tired, I wanted to do it. She reached her hand around and took me in her hand, while stroking me. She was so gentle with her touch and with her slow and deliberate movements and I was still getting used to the idea that she was a virgin, when I married her. When most women have their first sexual experience in high school or college, Lauren was thirty-two-years-old before she had sex with me on our wedding night. After being with so many different partners in the course of a year, after having sex on a regular basis, the thought of a woman abstaining from sex for so long is just so weird, too weird for me to fully understand. Yet, she's quick to say that she was waiting for the right one. Fortunately for me, for someone who hasn't had sex, she was no prude. "You're so hard, Chad," she said tightening her grip and stroking me faster. "That's because you make me horny, Lauren." "Call me Sister Lauren." What? Is she serious? Call her Sister Lauren? Okay. That's a new wrinkle that I kind of like, albeit a little creepy weird that I don't like at the same time. When I was in parochial school, I always wanted to have sex with a Nun and now to have pillow talk with my almost Nun wife, by calling her Sister Lauren made my cock pulsate at the anticipation of finally fulfilling my sexual Nun fantasy. Still, there were so many connotations surrounding lusting over a Nun that is so wrong on so many different levels and if my parish priest, Father O'Brien, knew I had been lusting over Nuns, when I was younger and masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with them, he'd have me say a thousand Hail Mary's, after spanking me with a switch. For the record, I wouldn't want to have sex with just any Nun. I've seen some Nuns that look like guys and that look mean and angry, as if they are wearing wool underwear beneath their habits. Conversely, there are other Nuns, like the Nun that Ingrid Bergman played, Sister Mary Benedict, in the Bells of Saint Mary opposite Bing Crosby, Father Chuck O'Malley. Man, I'd do her, that's for sure. She was so hot in that movie. Other than my wife Lauren, Sister Lauren, Ingrid Bergman was my idea of a sexy Nun, that's for sure. Man, I wish I had a Nun who looked like her in school. Instead, the Nuns that I had, who were all short, round, had mustaches, and could hit like a linebacker on steroids, weren't my fantasy. It wouldn't surprise me, if in the way so many priests are pedophiles, that there are a closeted convent of lesbian Nuns. Not that there's anything wrong with lesbians, but if they are the wives of God, isn't it considered cheating for them to have sex with other women and with one another? "Okay, Sister Lauren," I said with a chuckle. I like this game. This could be fun. Suddenly, I was more awake. So, my wife wants to be called Sister Lauren. Cool. "Do you want to do it?" I couldn't believe it. For sure, she must want to do it. Yet, again, she asked me the same question using the same exact words. It sounded so odd, mechanical and routine, do it, instead of do you want to make love. In the way she said them, the words sounded so empty and devoid of passion and emotion, as if, as a wife, she was expected to do it, just for the sake of her obligation to service me, her lawfully wedded husband, 'till death do we part. Was it because she served the Lord God in a convent the reason why she's so unemotional and so matter of fact? She made me feel, as if I was about to have sex with Spock, the Vulcan, from Star Trek, instead of having sex with my sexy, Katie Holmes look-a-like of a wife. "This is nice what we're doing, Lauren," I said lifting her nightgown up to her waist and moving my cock deeper between her legs, while looking to find that wet and wild playground. "Spank me," she said. "Slap my ass. I like that." What? I was stunned. Spank her? She likes that? Are you kidding me? How does she know she likes that? Suddenly, my almost Nun of a wife doesn't seem so innocent. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of sexual games they played in the convent, after church and before prayer. "Okay. Kinky," I said giving her a love tap on her naked ass. "Harder," she said, as if she was my dominatrix and it was an order. "How's that?" I slapped her harder this time, hard enough to make a loud noise, even beneath the covers. "Harder," she said, "and call me Sister Lauren, before you slap me and tell me that I've been a bad Nun." What the Hell is going on here? A bad Nun? Oxymoronic in its meaning, is there such a thing as a bad Nun? I didn't dare verbalize what I was thinking for fear that she'd think me an idiot, but maybe spanking her is a religious ritual. Are Nuns supposed to suffer pain because Adam took a bite out of Eve's apple? The fool that I was regarding religious rites, I didn't know. Not very religious, suddenly, I was out of my element. Now that I think of it, interestingly enough, the last woman I spanked was wearing a parochial school outfit, when we played our sexy games in the privacy of our hotel room, after a swingers' Halloween costume party. Only, I'd never tell her that I attended such a party nor would I tell her that I was dressed as Satan, a horny devil. If I was excited by the thought of having sex with a woman who was almost a Nun before, still having the image of her dancing around a pole and stripping off her habit, I was now really excited spanking my almost Nun of a new wife now, while calling her Sister Lauren and telling her that she was a bad Nun. Suddenly, I'm seeing Lauren in a whole, new, sexy light. "Okay," I said. "You're a bad Nun, Sister Lauren," I said giving her a really hard wallop with a nervous laugh. When I slapped her so hard, getting a little carried away with my newly rekindled Nun fantasies, I feared I may have hurt her. "Yes, just like that," she said. "I like that. Do it again, only harder." Harder? Is she kidding me? If I slap her any harder, she's going to slide off the bed. My hand was already throbbing from hitting her so hard. She made me wish I had a paddle. "I'm going slap the Jesus out of you, Sister Lauren, for being such a bad Nun," I said slapping her ass again, so hard that my hand hurt. "Sorry about the Jesus remark. It just slipped out and I didn't realize--" "It's okay," she said. "I've gone beyond that. I'm no longer part of that world." Yet, by her wanting to be called Sister Lauren, by her needing to be spanked and punished, she was still part of that world. Only, I didn't know how much a part of that world that she was, but I was about to find out how much part of that world that stayed with her and that she brought to bed with me. Sometimes, I wish I didn't know. "This is nice," I said reaching around to feel her tit, while rubbing my cock deeper in that special place. Between spooning her, rubbing my cock up against her naked ass, feeling her tits and fingering her nipples, and now slapping her ass, while calling her Sister Lauren, a bad Nun, I was having fantasy overload. I was still imagining her being a stripper Nun that looked like Ingrid Bergman, while dancing around a pole and stripping off her habit. I was really horny. Slowly and gently, as if rocking a boat on a serene lake, she moved her hips in and out, while taking my cock deeper inside with each movement of her. For someone who was almost a Nun, a virgin at 32-years-old, when I married her, she was so very sexual and this whole experience was as sexually exciting as if was viscerally surreal. Never have I been as excited with any other woman that I was now with her. "I know you're tired, so just relax and let me do all the work," she said. "Yes, Sister Lauren," I said with a giggle and feeling that I was doing something bad by calling her Sister Lauren, while feeling her tit and rubbing my cock against her ass. Sister Lauren, Father Riley, and Me She made me feel, as if I was a bad boy back in school and I liked the feeling. Imagining that I was having sex with a Nun was so erotically exciting and sexually appealing that I was having sexual overload. Initially, before she asked me if I wanted to do it, since I was just beginning to doze and was still so very tired and a little bit drunk from our night of celebrating Valentine's Day, that was fine with me that she volunteered to do all the work. It felt so good what she was doing. In one swipe, she pulled off her nightgown giving me easy access to her tits. I love her tits. Firm and shapely, she has beautiful breasts. It was exciting for me to think of her wearing a Nun's habit, while I pretended to fuck Sister Lauren up the ass. Never have I had anal sex in my life, but the fantasy of having it now, taking her in that way, made me hot. I couldn't help but think of that Clint Eastwood movie he made with Shirley MacLaine, Two Mules For Sister Sarah, when she was a prostitute dressed as and pretending to be a Nun. That was erotic and I imagined having sex now with Shirley MacLaine dressed as a Nun then. To be honest, I never wanted to have anal sex; it never appealed to me in the way that it did now. Just thinking about Lauren wearing a Nun's habit and bending her over a Church pew in church, lifting the hem of her robe, pulling down her panties, and taking her anally in a church full of shocked and staring parishioners was a reoccurring fantasy I had. When she told me that she was almost a Nun, instead of being filled with religion, I was filled with lust. Lauren reached for the gel. I had never used gel before and I didn't understand why she needed to use gel now, as she was always so very wet. Maybe it had something to do with her being a virgin, her being so tight and with me being so big, at least I liked to think that I was so big. It made me feel good that she needed the gel not because she was so tight but because I was so big. I could feel the tip of my cock enter her. She was wet, slipperier and colder than I ever remembered her being, probably because of the gel. With a little hump and with the help of her great muscle control, my cock just slid inside her. This was nice, real nice. She was so tight, tighter than I ever remembered her being. I felt more constriction on my cock, as if she was squeezing me with her hand and it felt good, real good. Moreover, she was doing all the work. She was humping and fucking me. I never had intercourse with her like this before, doing it from behind, while in bed. Always it was me in the missionary position or with her sitting on top of me. Once we did it doggie style and she really seemed to enjoy doing it that way, but I preferred having sex face to face and in the bed, instead of standing and bending her over. My big thing is kissing. I need to kiss her, while fucking her and it's impossible to kiss, when doing it doggie style. "Fuck me, Chad." Whoa! Oh, my God! What is happening? That was a first. In the two years I've known Lauren, I never heard her say the F word. In the way that she said fuck, the word didn't sound vulgar. It still shocked me to hear her say it. In the sexy accent that she had, I imagined Ingrid Bergman asking me to fuck her. Now thinking of fucking Ingrid Bergman, as Sister Mary Benedict, after Lauren asked me to fuck her, she really made me want to fuck her, to make love to her, and to do it. Suddenly, I didn't give a care about having to get up for an early meeting. I was more interested in having sexual intercourse with my wife, Sister Lauren, aka Ingrid Bergman, aka Sister Mary Benedict. No longer tired, no longer sleepy, the sound of her saying fuck invigorated me and suddenly, I wanted to do it. "Happy Valentine's Day, Lauren. I love you," I said, while softly and slowly humping her. "I love you, too, Chad. Happy Valentine's Day. Now fuck me, Chad. Fuck me harder. Really fuck me. Fuck me up the ass." What? What did she just say? Did she just say what I think she said? Fuck her up the ass? It was as if she threw a glass of cold water in my face. Beginning to doze off before, suddenly, I was wide awake now. Is that what I was doing? Is that what she meant by asking me if I wanted to do it, instead of asking me if I wanted to make love? Was I fucking my new, virginal bride up the ass? I thought my cock was in her pussy. I thought the reason for the gel was because my cock was so big and she was so virginally tight. I didn't know my cock was in her ass. I couldn't tell. I was still a little drunk and half asleep, when she asked me if I wanted to do it. If I knew that doing it meant anal sex, I would have said no. Sorry, but I don't want to do it. I don't do anal. That exit ramp, off the main love highway, is closed to Chad. Then, I wondered, is this how Nun's keep their virginal status by having sex with other Nuns and/or by taking a cock up her ass? I couldn't help but wonder if her ass was as virginal as was her pussy. I couldn't help but wonder if my not so innocent wife had anal sex before. In the way that she was acting, wanting to be called Sister Lauren, wanting to be called a bad Nun, while I slapped her ass really hard, while calling her Sister Lauren, and now wanting to be fucked up the ass, I didn't know what to think. All that I knew was that my cock was buried deep in my wife's ass and that I was doing it. Certainly, without doubt, her ass felt tighter than her pussy. Yet, is her ass feeling tight any indication that she's never had a cock or a dildo up her ass before? How could I tell? Never having had anal sex before. I couldn't tell. I was the virgin now, the anal virgin. Her ass didn't bleed in the way her pussy bled, when I broke her hymen. Maybe asses don't bleed in the way that virgin pussies bleed. With my cock up her ass, definitely she had more control over my cock, as if she was...shit, making a bowel movement. It was then that I realized, I was really fucking Lauren's ass. I couldn't believe I was having anal sex with my wife and didn't even know it. How could I not know it? I mean, both openings are relatively close, I really thought I was fucking her pussy and not her ass. It's an easy mistake to make, when you're half drunk and half asleep. With my cock buried deep in her ass, the thought of fucking Lauren anally suddenly made me a wild man. A new and uncharted place to fuck my wife, besides her pussy and her mouth, my cock was the hardest its ever been. I started humping her, really banging her, really fucking her hard, just as she told me to do, until I was slamming my hips against her sweet, round, firm ass and holding on to her tits. The sound of our sweaty, naked bodies made a loud, rhythmic slapping sound, as if I had her across my knee and was spanking her pink, round ass with my big, hard hand over and again for being a bad Nun, I was really fucking Sister Lauren now. "Oh, my God, Lauren." "Please Chad, please, call me Sister Lauren." "Oh, my God, Sister Lauren, fucking you up the ass is the best sex I've ever had." "Yes, that's it, talk dirty to me, Chad. Tell me I've been a bad Nun. Tell me this is my punishment for me to be a better Nun. Tell me that you must stick your big, hard cock up my ass to make me a better Nun." "You're a bad Nun, Sister Lauren and because you've been so bad, I've taken my big, hard cock and stuck it up your pink ass. I'm going to give you the best ass fucking of your life, Sister Lauren, for being so bad and for being such a bad Nun, Sister Lauren. You're a bad Nun, bad, so very bad," I said moving my hand back and walloping her ass again. "Bad Sister Lauren, bad, so very bad." "Yes, yes, oh, God, yes, Chad. Fuck my ass, while spanking me. Fuck me up the ass. Ram that big cock up Sister Lauren's ass. Fuck Sister Lauren. Fuck me, Chad. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" When she suddenly had an orgasm, it didn't take me long to explode and fill her rectum with a load of cum. Oh, my God! I just had anal sex for the first time. I just had anal sex with my wife. While fantasizing about Ingrid Bergman, when she played Sister Benedict. I just fucked my wife, Sister Lauren, up the ass, while imagining her dancing around a pole and stripping off her Nun's habit. This was the wildest sexual night I ever had in my life. If I wasn't so sexually aroused and wide awake, I'd think I was dreaming. I've been having sex with my wife for eight months, but never like this, not ever like this. With all the women I had sex with, never have I had sex like this. If I knew anal sex was anything like this, I would have had anal sex years ago. When I thought about it now, there were a dozen women, I would have loved to fuck up the ass and, no doubt, who would have loved me to fuck them up the ass. Only, anal sex is not a typical sexual position broached, when having sex with someone for the first time. Just as there's no way that I'd solicit a woman in a club by being so vulgar to ask her if she wanted to come to my place to fuck, I'd never ask a woman to take me home, so that I could fuck her up the ass. "Lauren, what just happened?" "Sorry, I should have told you." "Told me? Told me what?" "I was afraid you wouldn't understand. I was afraid you'd reject me and think less of me." "Reject you? I'd never reject you, just as there's no way that I'd ever think less of you." I turned her to face me. I wanted to look in my baby's pretty, blue eyes. "Understand what? What do you need for me to understand, sweetie. Tell me. C'mon, we're married now. No secrets and no lies." "I have a thing for anal sex. Actually, I prefer anal sex to vaginal sex." Huh? When the Hell did Sister Lauren have time to get a sexual preference and a spanking fetish. She's been locked away in a convent for four frigging years. "I don't understand. What do you mean, you have a thing for anal sex? With you, almost a Nun, I thought you were a virgin." "I was a virgin. Other than when I was just about to give my body, mind, and soul to Jesus Christ spiritually, you were the first and only man who I had physically. You were the first man that I had sexually intercourse with but--" "But? But what?" Suddenly, I imagined my wife wild in a convent of lesbian women with them all fucking one another in the ass with giant dildos in the shape of a cross. Forgive me God. "When I was in the convent, Father Riley would discipline me." "Father Riley? Discipline you? What do you mean discipline you? Why? How?" "I was so young. I didn't know any better. Father took a special interest in me, maybe because I was prettier than the other women and had a better body. He said I was special. He volunteered to help guide me down a righteous path by taking me over his knee, lifting my gown, pulling down my panty, and spanking my naked bottom." Guide her down a righteous path? That fucking perverted priest, wait until I get my hands around his scrawny, little neck. "Lauren, I had no idea. I'm so sorry that happened to you." My wife had been sexually abused by a perverted priest, of all men. "The first time he spanked me, I was so horribly embarrassed, mortified, but as he kept slapping my naked ass, instead of feeling pain, I became sexually aroused and the pain turned into pleasure. Too busy thinking about the sexuality of what just happened, too preoccupied with masturbating over what just happened later, I never questioned him doing that nor did I ever mention what he did to any of the other Nuns. Too busy praying for God to make me a better Nun and thankful to have Father Riley to help make me a better Nun, I figured this is what the priest did to the Nuns. I was just so sorry that I had done something wrong enough for him to feel the need to spank me." "That dirty bastard. That son of a bitch, no good, asshole of a perverted priest. I wish I could get my hands on him. I'd beat the crap out of him." "It wasn't just him." "You mean there were other priests? You were gangbanged?" All I could imagine was one priest fucking her up the ass, while she blew another. "No, Father Riley was the only priest. Sometimes Mother Margaret was in the room with us supervising the spanking and, if I was really bad, her way of injecting me with the Holy Father, she'd penetrate me with the bottom of her cross." Oh, my God! I was enraged. If those two were in front of me now, I'd beat the shit out of them, before fucking them both up the ass with the end of my hammer, only they'd probably enjoy it. "Are you serious? Are you kidding? What a couple of psychos?" I couldn't believe some lesbian Nun fucked my baby up the ass with a religious symbol, while a perverted priest pulled up her robe, pulled down her panty, and spanked her. How fucked up is that? "Then, after they transferred Mother Margaret, Father Riley discontinued the over the knee spankings. Instead, he ordered me to turn my back to him. Then, he'd lift up my robe, pull down my panty, and bend me over the arm of the couch in the rectory." Obviously, by her confession, she's been violated before, anally raped by a priest of all people. "Father Riley had anal sex with you?" "Lots of times, so many times that, after a while, I looked forward to having anal sex with him. Only, he never referred to it as sex, but as my penance that I must pay for all my sins against God. The first few times it hurt, until I started having an orgasm from it, after he started calling me a bad Nun, while spanking me and addressing me as Sister Lauren. The spanking and anal sex went on for a year, before I realized what we were doing, especially what he was doing, was wrong." "I can't believe that bastard raped you, Lauren. How did you ever deal with that?" "I justified it in my mind that he was the priest when I was just a Postulant and, later, he was my superior, when I was just a Novice, before taking my vow as a Nun, which I never took. I made myself believe that he was making me a better Nun by choosing me to have anal sex, while spanking me or, in the way he put it, by him giving me my penance. I left the convent before taking my vow." "He did this to all the Nuns in the convent?" "No, he picked on the young, the vulnerable, and the innocent. He picked on the pretty ones. He'd never get away with such behavior with a Nun. With him being a priest, I just assumed that he wouldn't do anything that was wrong. I didn't know any better. I was such a fool, but I was so young and so innocent. I never even kissed a man, until I kissed you." "Did he make you blow him? Did you suck Father Riley's cock." "No, never. It was just anal sex that he had with me. He said by injecting me with his holy spirit, I'd be a better Nun. I found out later that he had been doing this to a few of the Postulants and Novices for years." It took me some doing to find where they placed Father Riley, but I found him. It took a concerted effort to get him alone in the rectory for guidance, but I did, when I showed him a photo of a beautiful, young girl, a photo I copied from the Internet. I told him that she wanted to become a Nun and I asked if he'd speak to her in private. Ala The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, I tied him up, gagged him, and tattooed his forehead with the words Nun Rapist. Never into anal sex before, a new convert, I was into it now. Certainly, it helped that my wife was more than a willing partner, admitting that she prefers anal sex over intercourse. Now, after her confession, with more variety to our love making, this was the best Valentine's Day I ever had. * Please don't forget to vote, make a comment, and/or add me and this story to your favorite lists. Thank you for reading my story.