August 1982
I was fresh out of the army and found myself walking the streets of St. Petersburg, Florida. I had more than enough money to get me by for a little while because I had no idea what path I want to choose in life.
I was raised in a very religious Methodist household. I very much missed that sense of religious security and contemplated renewing my faith. The main roadblock was that I lived in a beautiful condo on the beach and was battling my demons through meaningless sex with many women. I was sticking my cock in the beautiful bikini-clad young women at the beach bars as well as the older married MILFs that I came across at the grocery store. If the body had a pussy attached to it, I would stick my cock in it. In the three months since my honorable discharge, I racked up a body count of almost forty different women.
Maybe it was a few pregnancy scares, or the half dozen times that I got caught in the act by a husband, but I was looking for a change.
One evening, as I was out on a stroll, I found myself drawn to a Catholic Church. I was not raised Catholic, so I’m not sure why. As I stood on the sidewalk in front of the church on that warm evening, just staring at the building, I heard a soft, “Hello“ from behind me.
I turned around towards the boys and saw a Catholic nun standing there.
“May I help you?” she asked me with a smile on her face.
In front of me stood a very tiny woman about my age, maybe a little older, who was dressed quite modestly and did not have on any makeup. My eyes focused on the cross on our chest.
I did not utter a word.
“I am Sister Susannah and I will be glad to help you in any way I can,” she said.
I felt weak in the knees, and almost like I was going to break down. In just a matter of seconds, I felt like crying and spilling my guts to this stranger.
I sat down on one of the concrete steps leading up to the front door of the church. The Sister sat beside me.
I began rambling on about my time in the military and some of the things that happened to me. I told her that I was confused about life and was not sure where life was taking me.
Honestly, I don’t remember exactly how the conversation went that evening. I remember she gave me some type of advice and asked me to come back for some counseling. She pulled a notepad out of her purse and gave me her contact information. She also took down my contact information.
Before we parted ways, she said a prayer for me.
As I walked home, I did not even remember the contents of our conversation, but I did remember her face and body. Her face was perfect. Her eyes glowed and she had on a smile that could light up the darkest nights. She was easily a foot shorter than me. I’m guessing she was about five feet tall. She was a little bit on the stocky side, almost like a female weightlifter or soccer player. It was hard to tell by the generic clothing she was wearing.
The first thought through my mind was, why she was not wearing the typical penguin outfit that I have always known nuns to wear. Of course, the second thought in my mind was if she had ever had sex before. That thought then led me to wonder what it would be like to fuck her.
I chuckled to myself and said out loud, “You are going to hell.”
A few phone calls over the next couple of days got me into a counseling session with Sister Susannah. We spent about two hours just talking about my background. The follow-up session was a little more detailed about what is currently going on in my life. I ended up admitting to my many sexual encounters with dozens of women. When this was brought up in conversation, I could tell she was a little bit uncomfortable, but I enjoyed seeing her squirm a little when I talked about sex. That made me get a little more graphic. I went into details about married women, sex in the shower and a few other acts of debauchery.
I didn’t want to overload her right out of the chute, so we finished up the session and made a few more appointments.
I left the Church and began walking home. I didn’t feel any better about things and before I got home, I decided to stop attending. All I could think about was fucking her and I knew that was not going to happen.
I purposely missed two appointments over the next week and avoided three phone calls from Sister Susannah.
A few weeks later after finishing some chores, I was sitting on the balcony having a beer. I was wearing nothing but swimming trunks as I planned to go down to the pool soon.
The doorbell rang.
Without looking through the peephole, I opened the door.
To my surprise, there stood Sister Susannah. She gave me a cheery, “Hello” and briefly looked my bare chest. She then looked to the floor and said, “I haven’t heard from you and became worried. I wanted to see if you were ok.”
“Come on in,” I said.
She entered my condo and began looking around. My being in just swim shorts made her quite uncomfortable.
“I appreciate you coming by, but I am doing fine. I just didn’t want to waste your time. Please have a seat,” I said as I motioned toward the couch.
Before she could reply, I jokingly offered her a glass of wine. To my extreme surprise, she accepted.
I poured and gave her the wine, sitting beside her.
She would glance a few times at my bare chest but would turn red and quickly look away.
“I thought we were on the road to progress and then you just disappeared,” Sister Susannah stated.
Our conversation continued back and forth for over two hours. She then had to excuse herself to leave for a previous commitment. She said that if I was more comfortable “on my turf”, she would make an exception and come back for another session just so they could continue. I agreed. The next session was in four days.
Sister Susannah arrived on time for our next session. She was dressed in a boring navy-blue long skirt and blazer with a white silk shirt underneath. She sat on the couch, and I gave her a glass of wine.
We began talking about a few things. Two hours and three glasses of wine into it, she asked me if I felt remorse for the sexual encounters we spoke about in our second session. I told her that sex was the only real pleasure I was getting nowadays. I then admitted to masturbating to the thought of her. She turned red and immediately looked away from me.
She began crying.
She started to get up from the couch and I stopped her. She looked at me with innocent eyes filled with fear and disappointment. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.
“No, I can’t do this! It is wrong!” she blurted.
I then went into a long (bullshit) dissertation about me being a man with needs and despite her religious beliefs, she is a woman with needs and desires.
(All I wanted was to somehow do the impossible and stick my cock in her.)
Her tears turned into sobbing. I reached under her chin and lifted it. I gently kissed her lips again.
She didn’t pull away.
I felt her relax and even part her mouth in acceptance. I pulled her close to me. We were now in full, “make out” mode.
Under my shorts, my cock was fully erect and ready for anything.
While engaged in kissing, I pulled her hand over and placed it on my crotch. It took a bit but when she realized what took place, she jumped back and again said “No, I can’t do this.”
I reached into my bag of tricks and said that we could start very slow with just “a little oral” to see if she likes it.
“I don’t know how. Have you forgotten who I am?” she said.
I hugged her and gave her a quick kiss. “I will help you along sweetie.”
She looked away from me and I casually slid off my shorts and underwear. I then pulled her face to mine, kissing her.
As tears streamed down her cheeks, I said, “Just start by kissing the tip, ok?”
I placed my right hand behind her head and lowered her it to my crotch. She closed her eyes and gave the tip of my cock a quick kiss. She jumped back when some pre-cum stuck to her lip.
“It’s ok. That’s normal,” I said.
I then pushed her head back down while saying, “Just put the top in your mouth and suck a little”.
Sister Susannah did as I suggested but she didn’t move an inch.
With my left hand, I grabbed the base and shaft of my penis and began stroking a little. She still did not move.
I pulled her head up and began kissing her while I stroked my cock.
When I felt my balls begin to tingle, I pushed her head back down and said, “It will be ok. You are doing great. All you have to do is swallow what comes out, ok?”
My cockhead was in her mouth now and she mumbled ok.
My heart was beating through my chest, and I knew it was time. I lifted my hips slightly to make a little movement of my cock in her mouth. That was all it took.
I grunted and began unleashing several streams of semen into her mouth. I heard her gag and then gulp two or three times. She quickly jumped up and ran down the hall to the bathroom. She no sooner got inside the bathroom when she began vomiting.
I quickly ran to her and got a warm washcloth. When she was done heaving, I washed her face off gently. I lied to her and said that she did great. Still kneeling in front of the toilet, she looked up at me with those (now bloodshot) puppy dog eyes and said, “Really?”
After she left that evening, I sat alone and thought about the events that transpired.
The next session, hell, let’s just call it a date, was four days later.
She arrived and again was dressed to kill an erection.
I made a nice supper for us, and we sat on the balcony with wine. I told her she was beautiful and that I appreciated the trust she gave me the last time.
“I made a terrible fool of myself,” she said.
I smiled and held her hand.
“Practice makes perfect. Can we try again?” I asked.
She gave me a smile that was not very receptive but within a few minutes, I was sitting on the couch. She was on her knees licking my cock. I must admit, even though this was the second worst blowjob I have ever had, she did better. There was a little more enthusiasm there, and I mean a LITTLE. After I popped in her mouth, she let it spill out. She then ran to the bathroom to rinse out her mouth.
Sister Susannah returned and I said, “Now it’s your turn.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
I smiled at her and said, “I think you know what I mean. Why don’t you just sit right there in the chair and relax. I will take care of everything.”
I sat her on the chair and got on my knees. She closed her eyes as if going on a roller coaster for the first time.
Very slowly, I hiked her skirt up to her hips. She lifted her ass a little to help me. Like it or not, she knew what I was going to do. I could not help but notice her thighs were thick. She was not flabby but muscular.
I reached to the hips of her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs. I noticed her eyes were still closed and her breathing was getting heavier. I saw her pussy. It was quite hairy
I put my hands on her knees and, after a little persuasion, got her to relax enough to spread her legs. I placed each leg over my shoulders and lowered my face to her pussy. She jumped as soon as my face touched her. I whispered, “It will be ok, just relax.”
After a few jabs with my tongue, I licked her pussy lips very slowly and gently. She seemed receptive.
I buried my face in her, spreading her pussy lips with my tongue and face. As soon as I had my tongue on her clit, she moaned.
“That’s it, just relax and enjoy,” I said.
In under five minutes, she had an orgasm. The second, third, and fourth all came in under two minutes. Her body was quivering uncontrollably, and she was panting. My chin was soaking wet from her juices.
I wiped my mouth with my arm as best as I could and moved forward to kiss her. We kissed briefly and I decided to go for it!
I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, laying her on the bed. I carefully removed all of her clothes and looked over my accomplishment. Her tits were a c-cup I guess, topped with puffy nipples. Her hairy bush was in full view. Her eyes were closed and she was probably trying to think of an escape plan. I quickly grabbed a camera and took a photo of her. The camera noise brought her to reality, but she didn’t say anything.
Before she could mutter a word, I crawled onto the bed and positioned myself in between her knees. I then leaned forward and laid on her body intertwining our tongues again. I pulled back from kissing her and stared deep into her eyes.
She looked and me and slowly lifted her knees, almost as a quiet acceptance of what was about to take place.
Our lips met again, but this time like two animals in heat. I pushed forward until my cockhead was pressing against her hairy mound. There was no physical resistance on her part, so I knew it was game time!
My penis navigated through the pussy hair and my cock head was now in between her pussy lips. I pushed forward a little more causing her to moan and tense up. After pausing a few seconds, I pushed a little further. My cock head was now inside her warm body. She was so tight but because of her wetness, it was not too difficult to proceed.
As I pushed further, her body started to shake and quiver. She then let out a moan and I knew she having another orgasm. I pushed forward to the point where I couldn’t go any deeper. I held still taking the moment in. A few tears rolled down her cheeks and wrapped her legs around my waist.
I began fucking her slowly and gently. She moaned with every thrust.
Susannah then began meeting my thrusts with gentle pushes back. We got into a very nice rhythm.
“Oh my God,” Susannah said with a heavy gasp.
She began a scream like a fire siren. It started quietly but gradually became louder.
I couldn’t take it.
Just as she got to her peak decibels, her body began to tremble in another orgasm. I pushed into her hard and deep, holding myself in place.
We were both making alien noises now. I unleashed a torrent of fertile semen deep in her womb. Spurt after spurt splashed her insides.
I collapsed on her.
She went into the bathroom and cleaned up alone, leaving shortly thereafter. I was worried at first but when she kissed me, I knew we were ok.
It was that day that I knew I wanted to marry her.
Over the next few months, we “dated” three to four times a week. We sucked and fucked every single time. She was hesitant to leave the Church but did. We married two weeks after she made her exit from the convent
My sex drive never slowed down. If she had a crystal ball back then, I wonder if she would have become involved with me knowing that she was about to become a “shared wife”. While she is far from perfect, I find her beautiful even to this day. She still maintains a hint of innocence. I just love seeing other men use her as a fuck toy.
