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.

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