Sister Susannah Grace

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August 1982I 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 bursa escort 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, bursa escort bayan 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 escort bursa 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.

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