RSAHNP - A nunnery of sex… (Patreon)

Before you read then please keep in mind that all is written with the intend to entertain and not to insult anyone’s beliefs nor religious views. Nor is it meant to criticize people of the way of their living standards or choices in life.

It’s only written for entertainment purposes and posses no true or real wisdom other than the one the reader is able to find themselves.

With all respect and wellbeing

Yours truly

Hammer

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 Yep.

The car was stuck.

Where in the world did that confounded rain come from?

The weather prognosis had been clear skies and sunshine for the next week.

Ron was so annoyed, when he, once again, put his foot to the pedal and gave gas, but it was no use. The car was helplessly stuck in the mud.

Ron: Oh come on!

Once again, Ron tried, but the car didn’t move an inch. The rain was pounding down like it was trying to wash away everything.

He looked over at the passenger side. There sat his wife Bonnie Stoppable. Yes, Bonnie Stoppable. She had changed her last name after the wedding. Her reasoning was, there was enough Mrs. Rockwaller’s in the world, but not enough Mrs. Stoppable’s.

Bonnie was however looking a little nervous. They were supposed to be in Verona by now, but they had somehow gotten stuck in the terrain of Italy.

They were on their honeymoon and had been away for a little over a week. They still had more than a week to go, and Bonnie had desired to go to Italy, get some delicious food to eat, some sun and romantic scenes with Ron in Rome and then drive to Milano and shop till she dropped. She had packed little else but swimsuits simply because she wanted to stuff their bags.

Verona had been a desired stop on their trip.

But now it seemed, they were not gonna get there tonight.

The rain was landing hard against the car. The sky was nearly black, even though the sun shouldn’t be down yet.

Bonnie: Honey, where are we even?

Ron looked at his new wife. Since she had gotten the ring on she had been almost completely different. Bonnie could still be snarky and snappy, but it was no longer Ron who got the blunt of it. She no longer called him dork, loser or creep.

Now her tone was almost... subservient and... cute?

She called him other things now, she called him; Honey, baby and babe now.

Before they left for their honeymoon, Ron had asked Tonnie why Bonnie had changed so radically.

Tonnie had giggled and simply told Ron that: She is your wife now, Baby. She has always been a bit bratty towards the man she loved and cared for, but now that you are her husband, she is gonna respect you and your words to the end. As long as you always manage to keep her advice in high regard.

Ron had sorta understood, and on their entire trip, Bonnie had been as if transformed. She had always been beautiful in his eyes, but her less than sweet attitude, particularly towards

 him and Kim, had always put a damper on his desire for her... or... had it actually made him more determined to get her as his wife?

But now she was his wife she was almost as sweet as his other wife Tara could be.

Right now however, she was looking rather nervous. Ron had tried to check the map app on his phone but... not only was there no signal, there was no internet either.

A thundering crack had broken out right above them and she hurled herself towards Ron in a scream. Ron pulled his arms around her to comfort her. Bonnie had never liked thunder.

He remembered that from when they were kids. He was thinking.

They were stuck... and the rain seemed relentless. They seemed to have no other options than to stay in the car all night but... it was almost laughable. The car wasn’t horizontal anymore, but tilted to one side. Not enough for it to fall over, but certainly enough to make any attempt at sleep a futile one.

Ron looked around. There was little to see or hear, from anything around them. Nothing but pine forest in the mountain valley they were in. Somewhere in Italy.

Ron was trying to figure out that maybe, if they used some of the blankets they could make a nest in the car and huddle up together, when he heard something.

Ron: What is that?

Diiing... Dooooong... Diiing... Doooong...!

Suddenly it started ringing... and... it was loud... and not from that far away... it was unmistakably the bells of a church... or something similar.

Ron and Bonnie looked around and suddenly they saw, to the right of the road... a small clearing both in the trees and in the sky... it was almost a celestial sign of goodwill from a well meaning deity.

There was a building... a building with a notable size and a tower.

Bonnie: Honey... is that... a church?

Ron: I don’t know what it is... but a church all the way out here? That seems a little redundant. It might be a boarding school or... perhaps a monastery.

Bonnie: Should... should we go there? Ron: I think we could at least try.

Bonnie: But honey, we are Jewish, do you think that we are allowed into a catholic monastery?

Ron: Well, if they keep the word of their god they sorta have to. And also... just don’t mention that we are Jewish babe. Let them think we are just what they want us to be.

 Ron opened the door of the car, and walked around it to help his wife out. Their clothes were not made for this sort of weather and they were soaked in seconds. Bonnie let out little screams as her boots nearly got stuck in the mud. Ron lifted her out easily enough and ushered her towards the monastery.

Up close, it seemed like a big dark mass and it seemed almost intimidating. But they were desperate and Ron found a mantel on the door meant for knocking.

Ron: Hello!

Ron yelled out loud.

Ron: Please! Is anyone home!

Bonnie: Honey, I don’t like it... this place is creepy...

Ron: Don’t worry BonBon, I will keep you safe.

Ron pulled his wife in and tried to shield her from the rain a little and then he knocked again. Ron: Dammit! Open the damn door!

As he said it, he heard the door click and he saw a smaller door in the gate open. A little. There was a light and he could see a face... and to Ron’s surprise... he saw the face of a young woman.

Young woman: What brings you?

Ron blinked. He guessed it was a nunnery. This could be troublesome.

Ron: I am so sorry to disturb you, sister, but my wife and I were caught by the storm and our car is stuck in the mud, just over there. We are lost, and... is there any chance we could stay here for the night?

The face of the young woman blinked again, and then the door closed slowly. They heard a lock and chain be removed and then the door opened again. The young woman smiled at them both. A warm and gentle smile. In her hand she was holding a candle light in a crystal jar.

She smiled at them both: Of course you may. Come inside gentle children.

Ron and Bonnie stepped into the monastery and they were instantly relieved that they were out of the rain.

Ron was right. This was a nunnery. And the woman who stood next to the door... was unmistakably a nun...

 Although... NOT the same type of nuns that they had already seen a lot of when they visited the Vatican in Rome.

In fact...

She was nothing like those very small, rather meek looking women who had walked around in droves, dressed in black and white.

This woman was... Hot!

There was no other word for it.

Not only was her body as carved out of every man's dream, her uniform seemed to be focusing a lot less on emphasizing a modest and conformed lifestyle, and instead it showed off her shoulders and amazing rack. Her tits were amazing. Easily the size of his own wife’s. Her head was covered in a typical nun headdress that hid her hair and neck away.

Her face was oval and her chin was slim and pointy. Her eyes were bright green and in the golden light from the candle, she looked like something out of a... well... one of these movies you see on the internet if you go to the right site.

The young nun presented herself: My name Sister Joanna. I am a resident here at Saint Serena Slutiana’s monastery.

Ron sorta looked around. The place looked like many other catholic buildings they had seen.

Joanna: I am so sorry for the unfortunate weather, but our lord works in mysterious ways. Thank the providence that you found our humble monastery.

Ron smiled at Joanna. Bonnie didn’t like it and she wanted to draw attention to herself again. Bonnie: Urgh, all my clothes are... ruined.

Joanna: Oh dear, do not fret. Tonight you can stay here, and tomorrow when the rain has ended, we can help get your car free. And your wife can have some clothes until you reach your destination.

Ron: I don’t suppose you have a phone here?

Joanna looked at him a little puzzled. She smiled however.

Joanna: Just because we live in seclusion doesn’t mean we are not utilizing technology that helps. We have a landline, but I am afraid the phone line has been damaged by the storm. And as long as the clouds are this heavy, there is no chance for a cell signal.

Bonnie rolled her eyes: Cue the lame horror movie plot. Ron hushed her: So, we have to wait until the morning.

Joanna nodded: Don’t worry. We have room to keep you. Please feel free to stay the night. Our beds are simple but they are comfortable and warm.

 Bonnie: Yeah, no doubt.

Joanna: Let me take you to the mess hall. We are just in the middle of dinner. Please join us. What is ours is yours.

Ron and Bonnie couldn’t deny that they were both very hungry. The mention of food even got Ron’s stomach to rumble.

Joanna let them on and soon they arrived at a hall where about 20 women sat side by side at different tables. At the end of the mess hall there was a single table, with a tall and rather dominant looking nun.

As soon as Joanna entered with Ron and Bonnie in tow, the entire hall stopped eating and chatting. They all looked at them.

The nun at the far off table, who Ron took as the monastery’s abbess, stood up from her chair and marched towards Joanna.

Abbess: Sister Joanna, what is the meaning of this?

The Abbess looked the part of strict and strong disciplinarian. She was a tall, slim and somewhat elderly woman. She had the same outfit as Joanna, but she did stick out from the rest of the nuns in the hall. She was... like Joanna... a sight to behold. Though she was marked by a certain amount of years beyond both Joanna, Ron and Bonnie, she was an incredibly well kept woman. Her body and figure left little over to the imagination, and Ron in the quiet corners of his mind, sorta thought it was a shame that such a marvel of a woman had dedicated so much of her precious life to the love of a god who would never appreciate her like a man, or a woman would.

Joanna: An unfortunate couple, caught by the storm, sister Juliana. They have asked for shelter in this most brutal of weather.

Quite fortunately the sound of a thunder cracked out outside and Bonnie once again clung herself to Ron.

Joanna: I have told them, they are more than welcome to share our food and beds, and in the break of day we will help them on their way.

The abbess looked neither happy nor angry, she just stared coldly at the 3 young people in front of her.

Abbess: Well, our fate is not our own to write. Of course they shall be welcome. They can have the room in the west wing. Sister Serona, Sister Ludmilla.

Two nuns stood up from two different tables and walked over to the abbess. They both looked at Ron and he saw they were both blushing.

 Serona/Ludmilla: Yes, abbess Juliana?

Abbess: I saw that you had finished the meal. Go and prepare the room in the West wing for our unfortunate guest.

The two nuns made a fine courtesy and walked past them all and out into the hallway.

Abbess: As your bed and room is prepared, you should eat to your content. What is ours is also yours.

Ron and Bonnie were taken to a pair of empty chairs and a set of plates and cutlery was put in front of them, and soon came a nice dish that seemed to be pasta of a sort. Both Ron and Bonnie ate it, as it tasted delicious.

Ron: What in the world... is this? It tastes like heaven.

Joanna who sat next to him informed him that it was a Pasta Salsciccia. A special kind of Italian pork and tomato dish.

Ron couldn’t remember ever tasting anything so delicious, but then again, they were in Italy. France might be renowned for being the country of finer cooking, but Italy was the mother of finer cooking.

Ron looked around. Most of the cutlery and the tableware was... either old or used beyond salvation. Most of the glasses showed pure signs of being second hand and even more was clearly repaired time and time again. Glued together or tied with string.

Ron took a look around the mess hall.

Most monasteries at least had a well kept look to them, but this one... seemed... almost torn by wind and weather... even on the inside.

Time hadn’t been good for the place. And yet, these nuns were so eager and generous to share what little they had, with someone who wasn’t even a part of their... beliefs... Ron felt a pain in his heart for the nuns. He continued to eat his meal... in appreciation.

Bonnie had a little more trouble enjoying the food. Not that it didn’t taste her, but as she kept feeling gazes over her shoulder, she kept catching the long wandering eyes of all the nuns in the entire mess hall. Even the Abbess stared for far too long at her husband.

Bonnie kept nudging closer and closer to Ron. And even nuzzling his neck with her nose, marking her territory for them all to see.

When they were finally done, Joanna let them from the mess hall to the west wing. They were followed by... what seemed to be the entire monastery of nuns. Bonnie walked in front of Ron in the beginning, but she felt how all the nuns stared at his perfect butt.

She then decided to walk behind her man, and block their view.

This was HER honeymoon. She could share Ron with his harem back home, but NOT with a horde of horny nuns who had no right to him at all.

As they walked up a flight of stairs, they came to a door and entered it.

Ron saw that Serona and Ludmilla had just finished making everything ready as they entered.

 They both blushed again as they saw Ron, and quickly made an exit.

Joanna: There. This will be your room. I hope you will have a blessed night. Sleep well.

Ron turned to Joanna as his wife began to undress her wet clothes.

Ron: I am so thankful for this. I can’t imagine what we would have done if it hadn’t been for you. Thank you all.

Joanna blushed and smiled... for the first time, she seemed to be a little... out of her character.

Joanna: What little we have, we gladly share... you are more than welcome...

Joanna had reached out her hand and placed it on Ron’s chest. The part that was only covered with a thin t-shirt. Joana let out a little gasp. She looked up at Ron, smiled and said: Again... good night.

Then she bowed and left them in the room.

Ron looked a little baffled at the closed door. They sure acted strangely.

His wife Bonnie was getting out of her skirt. Because of the water it had shrunk and she was struggling.

Bonnie: Oh no... Urgh! RonRon, I need some help!

Ron immediately came to her help and pulled the wet skirt down over her plump ass and down to her feet. It made her flesh jiggle so wonderfully.

Bonnie: Urgh, my new skirt, ruined!

She kicked it off her feet and stomped.

Bonnie: It was so cute! And you bought it for me in Rome of all places!

Ron looked at his wife. She looked genuinely sad. He smiled at her.

Ron: I promise to buy you ten more skirts in Milano, babe. And just as many tops to go with them.

Ron kissed her buttocks. They were moist and cold, but still as soft as only a Rockwaller ass could be.

Bonnie turned around and faced Ron. He looked up at her. Her face tilted out between her perfect tits.

Bonnie: I also want new boots. And dresses. And lingerie. And bags. And shoes! Lots and lots of Italian shoes!

 Ron once again kissed her body, but this time her thong.

Ron: Of course babe. You will have an entire section in your closet that screams; Italy.

She beamed at him with her perfect white teeth. Her smile was warmer than it had ever been. Usually her grin could resemble that of a shark, or a barracuda. Ominous. But lately the smiles Ron had gotten had been pure, joyful, and his wife was prettier than she had ever been.

Ron stood up and as he did he towered over his wife. She looked up at him, then she tossed her arms around his neck and began to bestow him with kisses.

There they stood.

The married couple. The Stoppables.

Bonnie was so happy that her dream of being Mrs Stoppable had finally come to fruition. She still had to share him with a harem, but she was the first new Mrs Stoppable. And that was good enough for now.

She was sure, somewhere in an alternate universe, another Bonnie, was now the new Mrs Stoppable, and she was not sharing him with anyone. But it was all due to her dedication in this universe.

After a few minutes of kissing, they once again let go of each other.

Ron got out of his clothes as well, and Bonnie turned to remove her boots and socks.

As she did, she thought she heard the sound of someone outside of the door. Since Ron was nearly naked, she decided to go to the door.

As she did she heard a knock.

Bonnie opened and saw a nun, not Joanna, stand there, with a few towels.

Nun: Excuse me, but the Abbess sent us with warm dry towels... she suspected that you were maybe still wet from the rain.

Bonnie looked at the towels. And then she opened the door a little more, so she could take them. Thus allowing the nun to see her husband as he removed his pants.

The nun blushed, Bonnie noticed and rolled her eyes. She smiled her coldest smile, and closed the door.

Ron: Oh, that was quite nice of them.

Ron took a towel from his wife, and began to dry his head and back. Bonnie did the same.

Bonnie: I don’t like this place...

Ron: Why not babe? I mean... sure it’s hardly a 5 star hotel but... I mean, you can see that they try as hard as they can.

Bonnie: It’s not the facilities, but the staff that bothers me.

 Ron: Oh...? I mean... are they...

Bonnie: No they’re not saying it, but it’s more than clear that they are eying you out. I mean... I have never seen more man-hungry gazes in women since you took me to that horrible Pellucidaria place... You know, Hestia’s home. They remind me of my sisters.

Ron: Oh come on, BonBon. I am sure you are just imagining things.

Ron pulled his towel off himself and instead threw it around his wife to really dry off her back. Thus pulling her into a hug.

She had a completely different feeling when she was warm and dry.

He pulled down her thong and she stepped out of it, allowing her husband to dry her well and good between her lush buttocks, and thick thighs.

Ron: Your bush is coming along nicely, babe.

Bonnie: Thanks. You desired me with a beard this season.

Ron smiled and rubbed his face against her fur, and it was just as soft as a kittens. Bonnie gasped and moaned a little.

Bonnie drove her hand through the golden blonde hair of her husband. She hoped... and knew that her sons would look exactly like her husband. She didn’t desire daughters. Sure she would love them if she had them, but deep down in her heart, she knew that she was gonna give birth to only sons.

She was going to spread the Stoppable bloodline to all corners of the world. She knew her boys would be princes in their own right, and spread the seed of their father far and wide. She would be a matriarch and have a horde of grandchildren all bearing the last name Stoppable.

Since she was 7 she had fantasized about being Ron’s wife. When she played with her dolls, her male doll wasn’t named Ken, but Ron, and her brunette Barbie was Bonnie.

Mr and Mrs Stoppable.

It had required a lot of work for her mother, but eventually she had found small boy dolls that fitted into Bonnie’s dreamhouse. 3 boy dolls.

Bonnie wanted more than 3 sons, but when she was a child, it was the picture of family. Her mom had 3 kids as well. And from what Bonnie knew about her mothers mother, she had 3 kids as well... and her two aunts had 3 daughters as well, so she guessed it was a genetic thing.

Ron was eating her pussy. Her husband was eating her pussy. No... her husband was eating - his pussy.

Bonnie was so in love, and she was so happy being finally married, that she gladly would call herself Ron's property. They were meant to be together.

The wedding itself had been grand and extravagant, but Bonnie had honestly cared so little about it. She only cared for one thing, and that was to be married.

 As she stood with spread legs, and her husband on his knees in front of her, she sorta remembered exactly where they were, when she saw the cross on the wall.

Bonnie: Uhhh... RonRon... Should... should we be... I mean...

Ron stopped and looked up at his wife.

Bonnie: We... we are in... a house dedicated to celibacy... should we... be doing it?

Ron looked over his shoulder and smiled at his wife. Ron: Do you want me to stop?

Bonnie grappled his head and pressed it against her cooch. Bonnie: NO!

They continued, and as Ron got her closer and closer to an orgasm, Bonnie couldn’t help but be distracted. She had the weirdest feeling that... she was being watched.

She looked around while Ron’s tongue made wonders with her pussy. She saw a mirror. A rather large mirror... especially for a monastery. She could see herself in full body in it, and she could see Ron, feasting upon her.

She sighed in relief. It had possibly just been her imagination... Mirrors often had the feeling of making her feel watched.

That was why her room back home was covered with mirrors. She was turned on by being watched. And even more... by watching herself.

She once sucked Ron off in over 3 hours, while laying on the bed. Ron on his back, and Bonnie on top of him in the position of 69. Bonnie had sucked him, and watched herself in the mirror for over 3 hours. Ron had cummed several times, but it was nothing next to how many times Bonnie had orgasmed.

She loved watching herself having sex. Which was also why she allowed Ron to make dirty videos with her.

They even had an installment with a camera and a laptop, so Bonnie could watch it when Ron fucked her in the ass.

Bonnie loved anal sex. She loved it more than regular sex. Only downside... she couldn’t see her ass be fucked... so... they had cooked up the little installment to provide her with a full access sight to her own ass while being plowed by her husband - and even recorded them.

They watched them later together, and fucked while watching. Bonnie might love the sight of herself, but that was how she was and she knew Ron loved her for it.

Bonnie: Fuck that’s a good mirror...

 Bonnie was looking at herself. She was so amazingly hot. She was caressing her two perfect tits, and pulling her nipples. She loved the sight of her hot body. She was a dedicated woman and she treated her body like a temple, both through diet, training and treatments. She knew she was hot, and she was determined to stay hot.

Bonnie came over her husband's face. She was always easy to orgams when she watched herself.

Ron stood up, and they kissed.

Ron: Your turn.

Bonnie giggled and she squatted down.

Her husband's cock was bursting with pleasure, and a thick stream of precum was already dripping out of his cock in anticipation.

She kissed the tip and placed her lips around her tip to suck out the precum. She then used her tongue to tease the hole. She did it so well.

Bonnie was licking and kissing the shaft along its entire length. Bonnie knew only of a few things better, than a full blown face fucking.

When she and her husband had just been casual, she had been an ever tease, and a bitch. Mainly to taunt Ron and to get him to understand how she wanted to be treated as a woman.

Bonnie wanted to be put in her place. She wanted to be told what her place was, and she wanted a man, who wasn’t afraid to show her her place.

She didn’t want a violent, hateful tyrant for a man, no... she wanted a loving and strong tyrant, please. One who would tell her that she was a woman. And not only tell her, but show her that she was a woman. Make her aware of her womanhood. Confirm to her that she was in fact a woman... that she was his woman. Make her happy that she was a woman, and make her enjoy her life as a woman.

She wanted to bear her man’s kids and she wanted to be desired to bear them.

Ron was the perfect man. He was big, without being bulky. He was tall, without being lanky. He was gentle without being a wimp. He was kind, but not a simp. He was strong, but not a bully. He was caring but not overbearing. He was loving without being strangling. He was a hugger, a kisser, an eater and a licker. He was a hot sauce that didn’t burn, he was a cool aide that didn’t make her stomach turn. He was the key to her locket without false promise. He was a shoreline to her ocean, a captain of her ship, he was the rising sun on her horizon. He was her true beginning and he would be there to the end. He would hold back her hair when she was sick, as she would cuddle and cozy him when he was.

A quicky when they were running late, and an all night thing when they weren’t. Be it a blue moon or a low tide, he would always be there, with a stiff cock and lustful eye.

Bonnie had dated other men before Ron, true. Ron had dated other women, true... Ron even had a harem waiting for him back home, but Bonnie knew, in her heart of hearts... that

 the multiverse had a set course for the two of them. Like Spider-Man had his Mary Jane, and Superman had his Lois Lane... Ron always had his Bonnie.

Be it a good one or bad one, Bonnie and Ron would always find each other.

Ron’s hands had found their way to Bonnie’s head. He had gotten her cues, as she knew he would. She hadn’t taken his cock in his mouth yet. She had only licked, kissed and teased. And Ron understood her signals, like only Ron could.

Ron: Mmmh... there is an atmosphere to this monastery babe... I can feel it...

Bonnie felt how her husband's hands dug into her mane, and took control over her body. She was in his might.

A hand flew down to her pussy... she was dripping wet... she began to rub it, like her husband rubbed his cock over her face.

Ron: It’s strange... it’s almost... familiar... as if... as if I have been here before... Heh... I bet you would look so hot, in one of their uniforms... But then again... you would look hot even dressed as a clown.

Bonnie smiled. Her fingers were already deep in her pussy.

Ron: Open up babe...

Ron pressed his cock towards her mouth, but... Bonnie evaded, smiling like a rascal.

Bonne: Mmmmh...

Ron: I said; Open up babe...!

Ron pressed his cock towards her mouth again, and this time she opened her mouth a little, but as he tried to shove it in, she once again turned, and smiled like she was enchanted.

Bonnie: MmmMMMh!

She looked up at him out of the corner of her teal green eyes. She was taunting him. She wanted... a man to fuck her... and show her... that she was a woman...

Ron smiled. They had played this game before. He took a deep breath and let out growl.

Ron: Open you fucking mouth, bitch!

And once again Ron pressed his cock towards his wife’s lips, but this time she opened up her mouth and swallowed her husband. As long as he was. Oh she loved it. She loved it so much when Ron told her what to do. She never wanted him to plead or beg, she wanted him to tell her what to do... and an order like the last one he gave her... would make her do anything for him.

Ron’s cock quickly found it’s way all the way down her throat and she began to file away at her pussy, which already made a ton of slippery sounds. She was already ready for him, but

 she knew how much he loved to fuck her head, so she was patient and waited until her man was done with her stupid face.

Ron: Ohhh fuck year bitch... that’s what your head was meant to do...

Ron leaned a little forward and Bonnie took notice even as she felt how her mind already was going blank from the face fucking.

She raised her ass, for she knew that when her husband leaned forward in this position, it was because he wanted to spank her. And he did.

While fucking her throat without any mercy, she felt a fantastic pain on her left buttock. Ron continuously slapped her ass at the same spot until her tanned skin turned to a lush pink. Then he grabbed her soft meat and dug his strong fingers into her flesh.

She wanted to scream in pleasure, but she was denied use of her own airways.

First when Ron felt she had had enough, did she once again take a deep life giving breath, only for Ron to once again shove his cock into her throat. But this time he did not stand still, but brutally and viciously fucked her face, like she was nothing more than a flesh light.

She was so happy. Bonnie was so unbelievably happy.

Ron: Oooooh fuck BonBon, you have the most amazing throat! I really love to fuck your head and throat!

Bonnie couldn’t answer, but she knew that he knew her answer. She knew that he knew that she also loved it when he used her. It made her feel so hot... like... an instrument. Only Ron could make her sound beautiful. She was the violin, and Ron the musician.

Ron allowed Bonnie to take a deep breath.

Bonnie thought: He is cumming...

And then Ron began to fuck her face even harder than before. Harder, faster and deeper. Ron: Oh fuck BonBon! Fuck you BonBon! FUCK I... I AM FUCKING CUMMING!

And he did.

Ron pulled his cock out for one last breath to Bonnie, and then he sank deep deep, deep into her throat and...

Bonnie sorta fainted. She drifted out of her own mind as she felt overcome with the wonderful orgasmic bliss that her husband's ejaculation gave her. It didn’t matter if it was her mouth, her pussy or her ass. If Ron came inside of her, she got an orgasm. She always had, she always would.

It was again due to Bonnie’s unending devotion to Ron. She felt happy when she was with him, hot when she fucked him, and satisfied, when he used her to his satisfaction.

She sorta had an out of body experience. She could almost see... Ron fucking her as she sat here, squatted down before him. Using her head as his cum toilet. She felt how his

 ejaculation had stopped. He had filled her stomach up so much that she tasted cum in her mouth.

He pulled out so she could breathe... she did per automation, and then he continued, but gently and calmly. He was in and out of her mouth, and she... was still sorta seeing it all... from outside of her own body... Until... things darkened, and she saw nothing...

Bonnie woke up to the sight of Ron’s stomach coming back and forth. She smiled... she could still feel the cock of her husband in her mouth. He was so fantastic. Nothing could stop him.

She felt how her face was pulled off his cock. It stood erect and towering over her. She had gasped and gaped, and tried to get it back down, but Ron kept her away by pulling her by the hair.

Ron: Yeah, you are a hungry bitch, aren’t ya?

Bonnie: Aha!

Ron gave her a kiss.

Ron: But no more... it’s time to fuck that perfect Rockwaller pussy.

Bonnie was pulled over to the bed and she crawled into the bed on all fours.

Bonnie: Stoppable pussy! This pussy is a Stoppable pussy! I am Bonnie Fucking Stoppable now!

She had waved her perfect ass from side to side to taunt her husband. It was true. What she said. Ron had dived in to sorta eat her pussy a little and also have his nose between those fat asscheeks.

Ron: That’s true! You are a Stoppable now! Bonnie fucking Stoppable!

Ron spat on her pussy, and then he stood up. His hands were placed on her buttocks, and he pulled her backwards as he impaled her on his cock.

Ron: Oooooooh shit... fuuuuuuck... how can you still be so tight...

Bonnie smiled her trademark Baracuda smile as she felt the hard and warm man meat penetrate and cleave her soft and tasty woman flesh

As Ron stood balls deep in her pussy, she began to moan and gasp. Bonnie: OH FUCK! YES! FUCK ME!

Ron started to fuck her tight pussy, and he was not at all gentle. Rockwallers were screamers by default, and no matter how much Bonnie proclaimed to be a Stoppable, she was a Rockwaller by blood, and that meant she was loud.

 Especially with her husband's cock balls deep into her pussy.

Back home in the mansion it would not be an issue. The building was built to be pretty much soundproof, but this old monastery. It was built literally for the opposite.

The loving sounds of Mrs Stoppable were cutting through wooden beams and stone walls. The entire monastery heard her... and... they also... saw her.

The room in the west wing was the go to guest room in the monastery. It was not fancier than any other of the rooms, it was... simply decided that should it ever happen that the monastery had guests, then they would be shown to the West Wing room.

Now... the nuns of Saint Serena Slutiana were... not ordinary nuns. They were the hottest nuns in all Italy.

And most were sent to Saint Serena Slutiana’s monastery for a reason. Mainly... because they were insatiable and unable to control their urges.

Saint Serena was one of the few saints who were not celebrated for celibacy and purity. No...

Her history was quite different.

A long long time ago, did a band of raiding Vikings arrive at this very monastery. A young Viking chieftain who’s name is lost to time, came to the monastery with the intention to plunder it for all its treasures. Now... It was one of the outcast centers for the church. Women - or nuns - who were too indecent to take up the vows came to Serena Slutiana to mend their ways.

But in this very hour of darkness, as the Viking scourge came upon their house and home, the women didn’t cry out in despair or horror... no... the long time without a man, made the women swoon over the tall, strong and fierce men of the north.

The young leader of these s walked up to Serena Slutiana - famed for her beauty, she stood as a monument to him.

Now the texts of the Roman church scholars tell that the saint stood tall and stared down the invader and with her strong sense of justice and her connection to the Holy Spirit, she made the Viking kneel and repent his ways. As he once again took up his sword, he swore to be the guardian of this place for all time, and convert to the Holy Spirit of Saint Serena...

Well...

We all know that they are a bunch of liars who wanted to sugarcoat what truly happened.

What was true of the story was that the Vikings arrived at the monastery. What was also true, was the nuns fawned over the brutes.

- For as the English scholar once wrote - Never before have I seen a physique so complete and divine as those of the Danes that pillage and plunder our lands. (What a load of rubbish…)

 The true tale is that the young Viking leader walked up to Serena, and told her straight to her face that never had he seen a more beautiful woman in his life. Saint Serena was renowned for her beauty, so true was his words.

He then proclaimed that she was to be his new wife. That he would guard and protect her, and bring her home to his lands, and make her his Queen.

Serena had looked at the young and handsome Viking, and the secretly guarded sources said that her undergarments hit the floor harder than a ton of bricks.

She laid down and spread her legs for the Viking to brutally ravage her and claim her as his wife.

The halls of the monastery had been ringing with the sounds of moaning nuns, as all of them were claimed through a trial by flesh to be the wives of the raiding Vikings.

When the carnal orgy was done, the Vikings each claimed a nun as their own. Some claimed two and brought them out to their horses.

The young Viking chief had been infatuated with the abbess, Serena and had proclaimed true and undying love for her.

She demanded he spent his entire life proving it to her.

He vowed to prove it to her, daily, hourly if need be. She said that would do, and they came to their feet.

She was then carried out to their horses in true fashion, as if a Viking can’t carry his wife, she is not his wife at all, and brought her back home to the lands of the s.

The Viking Chief remains nameless, but the tale about the love he held for Serena was true. Through the centuries it has been confirmed that they had children numbering in the dozens. That they lived to an unusually high age, and that the young became a king of one of the Scandinavian countries.

This was the true story of Saint Serena Slutiana. Or at least... that’s what the tale being told in the monastery was.

But it was true that Saint Serena’s nuns were not like other nuns...

The room in the West Wing was wired. There were about a dozen different cameras all over the place to catch what was being done in the room. Including microphones so no one missed a beat.

And those cameras and microphones broadcasted everything in the room to all the other residents of the monastery.

And boy were they enjoying the show.

Joanna, the sweet and beautiful nun that had greeted them, was in her own room, on her own bed, and damn was she giving her favorite dildo a good time.

She was closely watching her own little tv monitor that was focused completely on the face of Mrs Stoppable.

 It was so hot to see the face of the woman, when she was being fucked hard from behind by her absolutely gorgeous man.

Joanna was moaning and gasping for air as she used all her powers of imagination to remove Mrs Stoppable and instead insert herself in her place.

When she had opened the door and taken a closer look at Mr Ron Stoppable, it had taken everything in her NOT to jump him and fuck him on the spot. He was so unbelievably hot! And she hadn’t had a man between her legs in so long! She was almost dying with lust for a man. And Mr Stoppable was everything she ever wanted in a man. Tall, handsome, sweet and gentle looking, and seemingly packing a beast of a manhood between his legs.

Oooh hoho, she would forsake all vows and promises on the spot if he had just asked her to be his bitch!

Joanna: Ooooohhh fuck! Oooh yes! Fuck that bitch Mr Stoppable! Fuck her good! Fuck her pussy!

Joanna was using one hand to push her dildo in and out of her pussy, and with her other hand, the one she had only recently had a few fingers of hers in her mouth, she now pushed two of those into her beautiful ass to stimulate herself even more.

Joanna: Ohh fuck, if he fucks her in the ass I am most definitely gonna stick this dildo up there as well... oh fuck I love to fucked in my ass!

Joanna wasn’t the only one to enjoy the show. Frankly, the entire monastery enjoyed it. All the other nuns were now pleasuring themselves with their favorite toy. Some nuns had even gotten together in pairs, and with special dildos that could pleasure them both, they were now mimicking the positions of their guests, while their eyes were glued to their screens.

The abbess herself was in on the luring business, but she herself had front row seats... literally.

The huge mirror in the room was no ordinary mirror.

It was a special made two way mirror that had a secret room behind it. And in that room was a chair. And when a person sat in that chair, one could see EVERYTHING that went on inside it.

And the Abbess, she was watching closely, as it had also been years since she had had a good piece of man meat penetrate her womanly flesh and use it as he saw fit.

The room was soundproof. The glass of the mirror was no ordinary glass. The abbess could scream out to her heart's content and none would hear it. Not even Ron and Bonnie.

And she made good use of that feature.

The Abbess herself, still clothed in her outfit, was using her favorite dildo to stimulate herself to the show before her.

 She had just enjoyed the sight of Mrs Stoppable sucking off her husband with some skills she had never ever in her life thought possible.

She had ejaculated two times just by watching how hot the woman looked with her man's cock down her throat.

She hadn’t needed to move over her dildo on the chair, she just needed to finger herself and then she sprayed out her womanly juices in pure pleasure.

She had gotten back to herself when she saw the man fuck his woman from behind on the bed.

The Abbess had returned to reality and she continued to pleasure herself. The sight of the man's strong muscular back was something to behold. And that tush... oh by her god, she wanted to bite it so badly. She was moaning and gasping as she felt another climax to approach. She once again lifted her leg over the armrest of the chair to better finger herself, while the vibrating dildo did its thing. She was very loud.

But at the moment, Ron and Bonnie didn’t seem to hear anything but their own and each other's moans.

Ron had pulled his wife up by her hair so she could get herself a kiss. She obeyed him willingly. She was a good wife, a dutiful wife, and if there was a thing she loved more than sex, it was the kisses of her husband.

Ron broke the kiss and watched his wife’s tongue long for more.

Ron: Ready for me BonBon?

Bonnie: Fuck me up, RonRon!

Ron smiled. He tossed Bonnie down and grabbed hold of her legs and lifted her up while impaling her on his big ass cock.

He spun around so they could once again enjoy the sight of themselves in the mirror.

Bonnie held on for dear life as her husband impaled her pussy on his massive junk. She was already in a state of orgasmic border country. The wonderfully frustrating place, just before you pass on into the kingdom of heaven.

Bonnie was moaning and gasping as she clung on to her senses, but her husband was relentless. He fucked her mercilessly as he knew she preferred it.

And then, with the roaring thundering tide of the Pacific Ocean, he felt the burning urge that arises in his gender when the time is right.

Ron: OOOH FUCK BONBON! I AM GONNA CUM!

Bonnie couldn’t answer in any other way, than with a loud inhale... and then...

 Ron sank her pussy down over his cock to its very base, and Bonnie let out an ear shattering scream of pure bliss. She felt it. She felt the boiling warm sperm of her husband pump into her womb and pussy and she for the moment... lost her mind.

Behind the mirror... another woman had lost her mind. The abbess had seen it all... it had taken place right in front of her. She had jumped down from the chair to be on her knees. She had licked the glass, in the moment of madness right before the man's ejaculation. She had seen the balls cramp together as they obeyed their nature and attempted to impregnate the woman in her man's arms.

She too had obeyed an instinct, a deep and ever wanting desire to feel the movement of the balls in her mouth as she knew the seed of life was being pumped into the vessel... the vessel that should carry this godly man’s progeny to this world. Her only envy... that it wasn’t her unworthy vessel that should carry them...

The abbess sunk together on the floor... overcome with pleasure and bliss. —————————————————————————————————————

Bonnie: URGH FUUUUUCK! OOOOH SHIT!

Ronnie: Careful BonBon, this is the house of the lord... Bonnie: FUCK THAT!! MY PUSSY IS BOILING OVER!

Ron gently carried his wife over to the bed and hoped that they hadn’t disturbed too many of the nuns in their sleep. He gently placed his wife on the bed so that she didn’t drip all over the sheets.

Bonnie lifted up her ass in an almost instinctive move... Ron smiled. She raised her ass in typical Rockwaller fashion in order... as Tonnie had explained it... to minimize the loss of sperm.

Ron remembered when he had mentioned this to Bonnie’s mother, Tonnie.

Tonnie: Oh dear, that is so embarrassing. It only happens when we get really, really satisfied and we are literally filled up with cum.

Ron: But what is it? You do it all 4 of you.

Tonnie: Well... it’s a thing from our nature. When we really like the man who has just pumped us full, we... sorta do it out of instinct. We raise our butts, so we don’t spill the seed, and it gets a better chance to impregnate us. It’s really embarrassing. Hence the reason I always, ALWAYS insist on my girls to be on the pill, or at least always have condoms in the house... I do want grandkids... but when I chose to have them!

Ron massaged the buttocks of his wife and he heard her purr like a kitten. She was back from heaven, or at least, there was now contact.

Bonnie: Are you gonna fuck my ass in this; house of the lord, my beloved hubby?

 Ron looked at her face. She was smiling at him. Taunting and teasing him.

Ron: I don’t think they have lubricant in this place, BonBon.

Bonnie: Hehe, like that ever stopped you before... Hmm... but alas, it’s part of my duties...

Bonnie rolled over and moved down from the bed so her head was on level with Ron’s cock. Ron turned towards her, and she began to suck and gulp him down. But her movements were less about stimulating him, and more about coating him in saliva. Ron smiled, as he knew his wife.

Bonnie loved anal sex.

Ron suspected she might love it more than regular sex. He was not one to judge. Nope. Because Bonnie had arguably the hottest ass in his entire harem. He had craved it for years, and now it was actually the ass of his wife.

She looked up at him with her teal green eyes. There was a taunt in them. A provocation unspoken.

She and Ron had been at odds for so many years, and now she was literally on her knees with his cock in her mouth. And in a very few moments he would impale her perfect ass as he had done so many times before, but still... no matter how often he fucked her ass... He loved it.

Soon, his cock was coated in a thick layer of his wife’s spit. She pulled it from her mouth and got back on the bed.

Her perfect round ass made an intriguing sight as she opened up her buttock and relaxed her whole. Ron wasted no time. He lifted up a leg onto the bed and with formidable ease... He rammed his cock into the tight soft flesh of Bonnie Stoppable.

Bonnie clenched her teeth as she dug her nails into the bed and then she pushed her face into the mattress. Her scream was muffled by it, but it was still loud enough to be heard in the room.

Bonnie: OOOH FUCK ME YOU FUCKING BASTARD! YOU ARE SO FUCKING BIG YOU FUCKING...!

Another scream into the mattress and then she lifted her head as the intruding pain turned into the foreseeable pleasure that she knew it would be.

Bonnie: Ooooh fuuuuuuuuuuck...

Bonnie was once again purring like a kitten.

She released the bed with one of her hands and moved it between her legs, so she could finger her pussy, while her husband fucked her ass.

 It was so wonderful. She loved it. She had always loved it. Ron wasn’t the first man in her ass, but he was by far the best of them all.

She had kept her pussy for Ron, and only played around with Brick (that lousy pencil dick) in her ass. Even Josh had a go in her ass, and boy was he bad... even worse than Brick. But Ron... ohhhhh, her RonRon was the best.

She had always known he was the one to be her man. And she had always known he packed the woman pleaser in his pants. She cared so little that Ron had a seemingly endless harem of women back home. As long as she was Mrs Stoppable, Ron could have as many women as he could afford.

She only cared for one thing, that he loved her, and that her kids would come from his massive dick...

Bonnie smiled into the mattress as she heard her husband grunt and felt a lovely pain on her buttocks.

He had spanked her ass. Several times in a row. He was enjoying himself. Hehehe... as was she.

Bonnie: Oh yeah... you like my fat ass, don’t you RonRon?

Ron: I fucking LOVE your fat ass BonBon! Oooh fuck it sucks me like a freaking vacuum!

Bonnie smiled. She loved the feeling of being impaled. The feeling of being split in half... almost like a pig on a roasting fire... she felt... so happy... being used... like a woman... she felt truly like a woman at this very moment.

In her mind, she felt truly pitiful for the poor nuns at this place. That they would never ever feel this pleasure... of being a woman, with her man... —————————————————————————————————————

Joanna had found another dildo in the drawer and she was now pushing both of them into both of her holes as she looked with pure happiness at the monitor. She saw a shifting image of Mrs Stoppable’s blissful face, and the magnificent ass being impaled by Mr Stoppable’s cock.

Joanna hadn’t been able to count the amount of times that she had orgasmed... when she saw Mrs Stoppable hide her face in the mattress and scream she had sorta understood the pain, as she had pushed her dildo into her own ass at that exact moment... but just like Mrs Stoppable, she had felt the pain turn into pleasure within a few heartbeats.

And now, she was being fucking in both her holes... by her... substitution for men... She felt a sting in her heart...

But she kept going, as she saw the loving pair on the screen. —————————————————————————————————————

Ron and Bonnie kept at it as long as they could... but even they had to succumb to the need for rest.

 They fell asleep on top of each other... still with Ron’s cock deep in Bonnie’s pussy, and still with Bonnie’s legs around his flanks.

As the dawn broke, the happy couple stirred... Ron was still on Bonnie, and she had perhaps relaxed her legs down, but she was still with her man's cock in her pussy. She had slept like a rock, and Ron too had slept through the night with no issues.

As they stirred Bonnie and Ron shifted positions, and Bonnie got on top.

She kissed her man on the mouth... some would suspect in her sleep, but as she did, she continued down his neck, to his chest, over his six pack, to his groin, to the shaft of his cock, and as it stood at attention she took it in her mouth and began to suck him off.

It tasted like pussy and cum but she loved that taste more than anything. Especially when it was the taste of her own pussy.

Ron grunted, seemingly in his sleep. An entire night inside Bonnie’s pussy, but outside of the control of his own doings had made him long for the chance to cum. Bonnie didn’t need to suck him for long, and yes, there it was. The first cum of the day...

Bonnie swallowed the entire cock and allowed Ron to shoot it down her throat. She knew that was his preference.

She did spoil herself though... Before he was done she let her head go up so he would shoot some mouthfuls into her mouth, for her to taste and enjoy before she swallowed it.

She smiled as she opened her eyes and looked at her sleeping husband.

He looked so peaceful in his sleep, especially now that he was drained from the most pressuring nut of the day.

She still, however, knew him, and she knew he wanted more. So she kept sucking him.

It had been so different ever since the wedding. Doing this every single morning, during their Honeymoon had been almost... therapeutic for her. She did it, both because she wanted to, but also because... she felt it was her duty. That it not only kept Ron satiated and happy, but it was good for both of them. Even her.

She had already promised herself that she would suck off Ron at least once a day for the rest of their lives.

Also... beginning the day on Ron’s sperm was actually more fulfilling than coffee. And it tasted better.

As Bonnie positioned herself to better suck him off in the long run (The 69 position was always something of a sight to wake up to)... she heard a knock on the door... and then she remembered, they weren’t at a hotel.

Bonnie removed her head from her husband's cock. Bonnie: Enter!

And then she sunk over the cock again and continued.

 A nun entered the room. She held something in her hands that looked like clothes. Bonnie didn’t look too closely, she was busy sucking her husband.

Joanna: Good Morning Mr and Mrs Stoppable, I hope you had a... oh my goodness...!

It was Joanna, the beautiful nun whom they had greeted at the door the night before.

Bonnie was so endlessly careless who it was. She kept sucking her man, and she didn’t care who saw it.

Joanna: Oh my... Wh... why did you say enter Mrs. Stoppable? You... you and your husband...

Bonnie: Are doing what a wife and a husband is supposed to do, Sister Joanna... What's all the fuss? Heck your own mom probably did this with your father a lot.

Joanna flustered and blushed: That... That’s... I mean... How... how would you even know that?

Bonnie removed her head from Ron’s cock as she guessed a longer discussion was coming up.

Bonnie: Does your mom look like you?

Joanna blinked then... after a short break: I think... I think it’s more correct that I look like her...

Bonnie rolled her eyes: Then trust me... she did this with your father a lot. A body like that was meant to be mounted by a man... a shame you don’t see it.

Bonnie gently kissed the tip of her man’s cock. Something about Joanna was somehow... wrong for this place. It was as if she... She was somehow... not really a nun... or at least how Bonnie thought Nuns were.

She stood and watched both Bonnie and Ron, like they were just a pair of harmless zoo animals... or some pets that were trying to make a litter of cubs.

Joanna was all red in the face. Bonnie knew that look in her eyes. She knew it so well after having lived years in Ron’s harem. This girl... was interested. Interested in her man...

And as Bonnie might have predicted, Joanna placed the clothes in her arms on the small table by the mirror. She then removed the crucifix from her chest and walked over to the bed. Here she knelt down and looked at Bonnie and Ron. Bonnie was used to others looking at her and Ron by now, so it didn’t disturb her in sucking Ron’s cock.

Joanna: My mother... was a decent woman, Mrs Stoppable. She would never stoop as low as this.

Bonnie smiled: Really...?

 Joanna: For sure...

Bonnie looked at her with her barracuda smile: How many siblings do you have?

Joanna blushed again. Bonnie knew it. She had hit the nail on the head.

Bonnie: That many huh... 4... 5... 6...

Joanna blushed deeper than a sunset: 9... 8 sisters... My youngest sibling is a boy...

Bonnie licked her husband's cock with the tip of her tongue, as if she was just playing around.

Joanna: But... but that only shows that my mother and father loved each other... Bonnie: Mmmh Mmmh... and that they loved the baby making process.

Joanna knew she couldn’t win this argument.

Bonnie: But you... you chose to love a god... forgive me sister, but that sounds like a boring, one sided romance. Last time your god did anything with a woman was like thousands of years ago...

Joanna: I am a woman of the cloth... I am forsworn to resist the urge and temptation of men... and all... all... their... wonders...

Her eyes were filled with a gleaming lust as she saw Bonnie once again take her man’s meat to the root.

Joanna blinked, and Bonnie saw her lick her lips. She was gearing up to it.

Bonnie: Well... to each their own I guess... I for one... love to worship my husband... He is the only god that I need... he makes a woman out of me. He shall make me a holy mother to our babies, and loving him, is like being in heaven 24/7.

Joanna seemed to hear her words. The nun had crawled closer and closer to Ron’s cock. The mischievous side of Bonnie came up in her again, and she moved ever so much as Joanna came closer.

Joanna: I bet... I bet he... he feels like... no other man... in the world... whenever he enters your womanly flesh...

Bonnie: He sure does...

Bonnie got herself into a good position.

Joanna: And... I am sure that he tastes just as good... as he looks...

 Joanna’s tongue was out of her mouth and her mouth was gaping more and more. Her head was now right above Ron’s cock...

Bonnie: Why don't you taste it for yourself?

And with that, Bonnie grabbed the nuns head and shoved it down over her husband's cock.

Sister Joanna must have felt like a salami had just been shoved down her throat... She tried to fight back but... not for long... one; it was... probably futile... and two;... she... she felt amazing and... she wanted it to continue.

Joanna had been without a man longer than she dared remember... this... this was truly paradise...

Every time she lifted her head upwards, Mrs Stoppable would push her down over her husband's cock again. Making it go deep, deep, deep into her throat while throbbing and pulsating.

In the end, she gave herself over to the higher power... Mrs Stoppable above her who pushed and pulled her head down over her husband's cock.

It was so fantastic... she felt like she truly was one with the all mighty...

Mrs Stoppable kept pushing her head up and down over her husband's cock. It was magnificent!

Joanna had never felt anything quite like it, and she loved it.

She loved the feeling of strangulation, followed by relief and then it started again.

Mr Stoppable’s cock was so warm. It was like a fire rod. And it was so hard. The hardest manflesh...

He certainly was... the most magnificent of all men...

Bonnie: My hubby is gonna cum... take a good long breath sister!

Joanna obeyed the higher power that commanded her, and filled her lungs with air, and then... she was shoved deep deep deep over the cock again... She thought she was gonna faint out, because she simply couldn’t stop cumming.

But then she felt it...

An explosion-like feeling, a roaring melting heat in her stomach and the sense of a bulging cock that kept sending load after load of warm melting sperm into her throat.

Joanna struggled for a little, but Mrs Stoppable kept her in place. She was grateful that she did...

A man’s seed should never be spilled... Joanna realized it was a holy duty to ensure that this man’s seed never got spilled anywhere. It was not only her duty as a woman, it was her holy duty.

 Bonnie: There... that wasn’t so bad now, was it sister?

Joanna couldn’t argue... her mouth was still gaped open over Mr Stoppable’s cock.

She could feel how she was passing out from lack of air. Everything was turning dark, but just as she felt the Holy Spirit grasp her soul, she felt how it rushed back into her body with the air of her god.

Joanna was gasping and coughing... She wasn’t used to such endeavors.

But her instincts had kicked in, and she had sought out Mr Stoppable’s cock in order to please him again.

She sucked the tip and as deep as her mouth alone would allow it to enter.

Mrs Stoppable was doing something with her robe. What she did she cared not for.

Bonnie was removing the rope from Sister Joanna’s big butt, and when she did, she saw a round, plump and gorgeous ass shine at her.

Bonnie: Wow, sister... nice ass... and nice granny pants...

Joanna was wearing a set of modest undergarments. Those that cover more of the bun.

Bonnie grabbed the granny pants in one hand, as if to remove it from her buttocks without pulling them off.

She made them sorta look like an impromptu g-string.

Bonnie: There we go!

Bonnie gave the nuns ass a good spank.

Bonnie: Honestly sister, such an ass shouldn’t be hidden away. If you walked down the beach in a thong bikini you would be the star of the show... even with that headdress...

Bonnie looked at the nun who was still sucking her husband. Bonnie: Especially with that headdress.

Joanna didn’t listen. She was deeply entranced in performing her womanly duties. She knew what her oath demanded of her, but she also knew... it was flawed... there was no way that this man was not divine... she could feel it in her heart and soul.

Bonnie removed the granny pants from Joanna’s ass and began to investigate the goods. Bonnie: Mmmh... clean... that’s good.

She had sniffed the area closely.

 Bonnie: Bush... but not really maintained... Wow... not maintained at all... girl, when was the last time you got a wax?

Joanna didn’t answer her.

Bonnie: Whatever... Ron is into bushes at the moment so, you’re golden.

Bonnie licked her right middle finger and teased it around Joanna’s butthole... Then, after a few encirclements around the pinkish flesh... she nudged her finger into the nuns ass as long as it was.

Joanna: Gya! Mrs Stoppable, what are you doing?

Joanna looked a little confused at Bonnie. Bonnie just smiled back at her.

Bonnie: I am preparing you girl. You can’t take my man up in an unprepared hole. Although... it seems very... relaxed...

Bonnie had no problems sticking her finger in and out of the hole. She then tried putting in 3 fingers, and still they were going strong.

Bonnie: Wow, girl... your ass is either meant to be fucked, or you are doing something on the side...

Joanna seemed to get a grip on reality again, and she gently nudged Mrs Stoppable off her ass and gently rolled out of bed. She got her robe straight and she herself looked a little indignant.

Joanna: Breakfast is soon served... Hope you will join us. She didn’t say anything else, and left the room.

Bonnie shrugged her shoulders and prepared to get up. Bonnie: Stuck up bitch...

She turned around and kissed her husband... Bonnie: RonRon... There is breakfast.

Ron woke up like a flash.

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The breakfast meal was just as tasty and delicious as the dinner had been. Ron and Bonnie were sitting at the same place like last night and they were enjoying their meal. But oddly, they seemed to be the only ones who did so.

 Ron noticed how all the nuns were sitting down and looked very... embarrassed for some reason.

A stark contrast to how they had behaved last evening. Back then they had been curious, gossiping and even... giggling...

Now they seemed a little more timid and even a little... ashamed?

Ron however was so hungry he took twice from the buffet, and Bonnie was proud to see him do so. She knew her man craved nourishment. She did catch all the nuns looking at him... and his ass...

It didn’t annoy Bonnie as much today, because she had just spent half the night marking her territory. Normally she was loud. But when she had to prove a point... either when she knew her sisters were listening, or her mom was, she moaned extra loudly, and screamed even harder.

The little thing with Joanna was another way to set her dominance in the building.

Ron was top, and she was right under him. And all others, just had to fall in line... her line... How it should be - in her book.

The abbess came over to their table to talk about the things last evening.

Abbess: I trust that you had a pleasant enough night?

Bonnie and Ron smiled at her.

Ron: Yes, thank you Abbess, we... We had a great night. Again, thank you so much for allowing us to take refuge here for the night.

Abbess: It was our pleasure. Now, I take it that you will continue your travels. Ron: Sure, if... if the car of course allows it.

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Ron: Aww man... the axle is broken...

Ron came out from under the side of the car, and the six nuns who had helped lift the car in one side, could finally let go and take a breather.

Bonnie growled and rolled her eyes. She walked over to the trunk of the small car and looked into it. There was only a duffel bag with just the bare necessities. Their toothbrushes, some toilet equipment, some perfumes and one change of socks and underwear for each. They had had their luggage sent forward to the next city, because they had wanted to take the scenic route.

Bonnie: URgH!

Ron came over to his wife.

 Ron: Found something?

Bonnie: Yeah, that we have no spare clothes. None at all... and who knows how long we will be stuck here?

The Abbess came over.

Abbess: Do not worry, I sent two of our sisters to call the nearest town to send a mechanic. He will be here either tonight or tomorrow. Until then, you are more than welcome to remain with us until your other vehicle from the rental company can take you further.

Bonnie sighed: Not exactly how I planned to spend my honeymoon.

Ron: Don’t worry, BonBon. I will contact the hotel and ask them to rearrange our booking. It’s no sweat. We will get the days together we deserve. That I promise you.

Bonnie gave her husband a kiss.

Bonnie: Alas babe, I am still out of clothes to wear. Normally, you know me, I wouldn’t mind that at all, but since we are now the unexpected guests of these kind sisters, I don’t think they would appreciate my Eve Costume... Especially not without the Adam costume to go...

The nuns who stood around her all blushed and some hid their gazes from Ron.

Abbess: Well, we don’t have anything as fancy as the clothes you wear, dear Mrs Stoppable, but we do have some clothes that should fit you nicely.

Bonnie lifted an eyebrow.

Bonnie: Well... I guess you don’t walk around looking like penguins all the time.

She laughed a little of her own joke, but the Abbess just rolled her eyes.

Abbess: As for you Mr. Stoppable, we might have to look a little deep into our closets, but I am sure we might have something suitable for you to wear.

Ron: No sweat dear Abbess, I am just happy that the situation is taken well care of. Thanks again for your and your sisters' hospitality.

The Abbess nodded in appreciation of his gratitude. —————————————————————————————————————

A little later, Ron and Bonnie were in their room again, naked and on the bed. Bonnie was sucking away at her husband's cock.

She was agitated. Ron knew his wife well enough to know the difference between her blowjobs.

 Ron was looking at his phone. No signal.

Ron: Well... this place sure has a crappy reception. Can’t even tell the weather forecast. I can’t get hold of the hotel.

Ron remembered the abbess talked about calling someone. He thought, maybe they had a landline here...

Ron sat up on the bed, and gently, but firmly pushed his wife off his cock. Bonnie let out a gasp and an annoyed moan.

She rolled into the bed and viciously began to file away at her pussy. Bonnie: I hate it here... I wanna go... now...

Ron: Sorry babe, we have to stay for the moment.

Bonnie: At least come back to bed and fuck me until the new car comes... Ron: Sorry again babe, I have to make a call.

Ron got into his pants and his shirt. Then he jumped into his shoes.

Bonnie: What am I to do then? There’s literally NOTHING to do here...

Ron: I will be back in a jiffy, BonBon.

Ron walked over to the bed, where his wife was now on her stomach. He gave her a kiss.

Ron: Go and talk to the nuns, they said something about having some clothes that you could borrow.

With that Ron left the room and walked out into the halls.

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It took a while to find the office of the Abbess.

And some asking around.

All the nuns seemed to have a hard time meeting his eyes without blushing like sunsets. It was a little unusual. One would think that of all women, nuns would be immune to his charms...

Finally he was at the door of the Abbess’ office and he knocked on the door. Abbess: Yes?

Ron carefully opened the door and entered.

 The room was small, and rather cramped with shelves and cabinets with drawers. She had a desk, and that desk even had a computer... though... by today's standards it would be an antique.

The abbess looked up at Ron as she removed her glasses.

Abbess: Ah, Mr Stoppable... What can I help you with?

She stood up from her table to greet him.

Ron: Excuse me, dear Abbess, I don’t wanna intrude, but...

Abbess: Oh no, just menial duties that follow with my position. We... I mean our order is... not a very well funded part of the church. So... we have to make do with what we can get.

Ron nodded. Everything in here seemed clean, but second handed. Like stuff you find at a pawnshop.

Ron: Uhm... Abbess, is it possible, that I might borrow your phone? I mean... I want to make a call to the hotel, just in case we don’t miss our reservation.

The abbess blinked and then she smiled.

Abbess: Of course... by all means.

She pointed at a pile of papers.

Abbess: Oh sorry... let me... get those out of the way... Oh no! Ron saw several papers fly around and down to the floor.

Ron: Let me help you with those.

Abbess: Oh no, don’t bother Mr. Stoppable... It’s too much...

Ron knelt down and began to pick up some of her load.

Ron: Oh no, please let me. You and your sisters have already done so much.

Abbess: Ah, nothing our lord and savior wouldn’t have done had he been in our shoes. We are happy to be of use for once.

She herself had dived under the table to do the same, and... like something out of a goofy movie, their hands met when they both reached for the same paper. Hers on top of Ron’s.

They looked up, and Ron looked into the Abbess eyes.

 Though she was a woman of a certain age, there was no doubt she was a true beauty.

Her eyebrows made a witness of her possible hair color. She was either a jet black maned woman like Hope, Shego and Belladonna, or... she had a very deep brown coated color that surely would enchant the eyes of all who saw it.

Her nose had a solid ridge that made her look very Roman or even Greek. But it wasn’t large or anything, just an outspoken feature of her already perfect face. A few wrinkles had begun to show on her face, but they seemed to be caused more by stress and lack of sleep, than by old age.

Her skin had an olive-like tan. Not like Lonnie’s or Camille’s - caressed by the sun, but touched, gently and infrequently- possibly due to working inside and dressed heavily from top to toe.

Her eyes had that golden green tone that would make night looking into them the perfect lullaby before sleep.

Ron got a flash image of how she would look, not dressed in the cloth of the church, but instead in a Ferrari red dress, and with her hair flowing down over her back.

Ron would imagine that she would be a belle of the south. A true Italian goddess. Ron could see her full lush lips... her pink tongue ran over them to wetten them and make them more tender...

Ron did the same...

Ron shortly wondered... had those lips ever tasted another person's lips? Has she ever felt the softness of a tongue? Had she felt another person breathe into her mouth with wild vigor and endless lust in the fires of passion?

Ron had little time to react.

In the matter of a split second, had they thrown themselves at each other under her desk. The abbess... Juliana had thrown her arms around Ron’s neck and he had lunged his arms around her thin waist and pulled her to him.

They sat on their knees at first... kissing each other... like wild and untamable beasts. Ever seen a pair of Komodo Dragons fight...?

They rise on their hind limbs and clash against each other and try to topple one over... that is what they looked like.

Ron finally got the abbess down on the floor resting her on her back.

She spread her legs, and as he undid her tunic and removed her undergarments she undid his belt and pants. They kept kissing and they kept breathing like wild horses running a stampede.

Finally, Ron was free, and the line was open for her innermost parts.

 While they both kissed like possessed, Ron aligned his cock with her pussy, and then he pushed it inside of her.

She was tight... ooooh she was soooo tight that it nearly made him nut inside of her. But he maintained it.

The abbess... Juliana... dug her nails into his shirt and her legs locked behind his back and she opened her mouth to breathe. Ron looked at her face. Her eyes rolled and she was chanting something in either Latin or raging Italian.

Whatever she said it ended with her once again opening her mouth in a huge ‘O’ and with eyes that rolled even worse than before.

Ron began to move. He was certain that he was gonna be the leading participant in this escapade.

Juliana’s pussy was a marvel. Tight as the tightest knot and as wet as Niagara Falls.

Ron managed to unleash her breasts. Though not as big as neither Bonnie’s nor sister Joanna’s they were sizable and he began to feast on her lush womanly fruits.

As she began to moan a little more regularly and more naturally, Ron ceased with the feast on her tits, and instead focused back on her mouth. Kissing her once again.

She was eager to kiss him back.

Ron got her into another position. It was a little difficult. She was neither as experienced nor as nimble as his wife Bonnie. She knew not what his cues or tugs and pulls meant, but eventually, he got her the way he wanted her.

He moved her so she would stand on all fours, and he was behind her.

He removed her tunic so her ass was exposed. It was a beauty. Round and plumb. He gave both checks a good slap. It made her squeal. But then he started pounding her. It was a wonderful ride. Her already tight pussy was even tighter in this position. Ron could hardly pull his cock out of her... but as shoved it back in again it was clear to him that she enjoyed this...

Her pussy was literally milking him for all he was worth.

Ron: Damn... Abbess... you have one fantastic pussy...

Juliana couldn’t answer him. She was busy gasping for air and moaning.

Ron kept fucking her. And he kept slapping her ass. Whenever he did, she whined a little. It only encouraged him to slap her ass more.

 She had good love-handles and he used them to get an extra sound whenever he slammed his cock into her. This extra force made her gasp and moan extra loud and she was completely gone in her ecstasy.

Ron wasn’t sure if this was her first fuck ever... it felt completely lunatic that such a gorgeous woman shouldn’t have felt a man at least once before in her life.

Because of her vail he wasn’t able to grab her hair, so he had to make do with her neck. Ron: FUUUCK BITCH! Your pussy is tighter than a vice grip! I am gonna cum in you!

Juliana didn’t respond, but she did feel that he quickened his pace and increased his force, and this made her moan and howl even louder than before.

Ron slapped her butt with his free hand a myriad of times, and then... when he finally came, he gave her ass three really hard slaps and grabbed her buttock and held on as he pumped her full of his sperm.

Ron: Oh holy shit!

Ron felt how he filled her up with semen. He was in constant production and she was quickly full.

But... instead of this being the end of the adventure... It was only the beginning. Ron let go of Juliana’s neck, gave her ass a good slap and grabbed hold of her ass again, and continued to fuck her.

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Some moments later, Ron sat in the chair of the abbess and typed in the number for the hotel on her landline phone.

The call went through, but there was a waiting line.

Ron leaned back in the chair with the phone to his ear.

He took a deep breath and exhaled.

Ron: At least your chair is nice enough, Abbess...

Ron looked down between his legs.

There, under the table, and on all fours was the abbess, between Ron’s legs and with his cock in her mouth.

She was sucking his cock with great enthusiasm. The look in her eyes was so well known to him. She was beyond happy.

She did her best sucking his cock, and do not be mistaken, she would make him cum... eventually, but she certainly was no Rockwaller. Hehehe.

 But that was simply due to a lack of knowledge and experience.

Ron didn’t tell her this, but simply enjoyed what he got. Her pussy had been so tight that it had been an adventure. And you can’t expect all women to be equally good at everything. Especially not a recently deflowered nun.

Finally Ron got hold of the hotel and he explained to them the situation. That they had been met with an accident and that they were delayed at least a few days.

The Hotel clerk was very kind and explained that it was all in order, and that they would just prolong the reservation for a few days. But they could not prolong the agreed stay over the phone. That had to be done in person.

But they had received their luggage and just kept it stored in their safe room.

Ron thanked them profusely and hung up as the matter was resolved.

He placed the phone back on its place and looked at Juliana who was still sucking him off.

But not for long.

Ron moved them so he would once again be standing. He pulled Juliana to his feet and spun her around. He then pushed her over so she would lean on her arms and legs.

With her ass raised high, Ron gave it a few smacks and then aligned his wet cock with her pussies lips and shoved it inside of her again.

She was still tight as hell and he grunted a greatly appreciative grunt.

Ron: Ooooh fuck, you are tight!

Juliana couldn’t answer. She was too busy moaning.

And then, Ron began to fuck the hot as hell nun in her own office, once again. ————————————————-

An hour or so later, Ron emerged from the office, looking slightly ruffled in his clothes. Following him was Juliana... looking even more out of place than Ron.

Juliana: Oh by my lord and savior... I am a complete mess...

Ron: It suits you, if I may be so bold.

Juliana looked at Ron. Her gaze said everything and nothing. Ron just smiled for her.

She hurled herself at him and he caught her in his arms. They kissed just as wildly as they had done before.

When they finally broke it off, Juliana looked seriously at Ron.

 Juliana: I hope you understand that you have made me break all vows I have ever made...

Ron still smiled a careful smile.

Ron: I can only hope that it was worth it... because... it was to me...

Juliana blinked a few times. And then kissed him even more passionately. Ron’s hands found their way to her gorgeous ass.

Juliana: It was... it was worth it...

She spoke through her breath as she still kissed him.

Around the corner... they had no idea that they were being observed... by a Joana’s blushing and blinking eyes.

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Ron went back to his room, in the hope to find his wife. He wanted to tell her that the situation was somewhat under control, and as soon as they got the new car they would be on their way.

But as he walked inside, he saw that the room was empty.

Which was odd. He went to the bed and pulled out his phone, but... still no reception. Ron: Dammit...

Ron instead began to look at the pictures he had taken of his wife on the trip.

There were a lot of naked pictures and videos from their hot nights on their honeymoon, but then there were also pictures of his wife in bikinis and in summer dresses looking gorgeous on the beach or in the streets of Rome.

They hadn’t been able to enter one church because Bonnie’s outfit had been too revealing. But no matter, Ron instead took her shopping.

Ron had promised Bonnie a whole Italian wardrobe as a wedding present, and she was well on her way to be fully equipped.

She just lacked some to make it an all year around wardrobe.

Ron smiled as he looked over an image of her in her new black dress. That one had made the Italian men at the restaurant look at her with side glances. And you could see it in the picture.

Ron: Well... she always did look good in black... But then again... Ron found a picture of her in her wedding dress.

 Ron: She also looked amazing in white...

The door was open and Ron looked up from his phone. At first he thought one of the nuns had come to ask him something, but the way she walked gave him the clear sign that this was not a nun... this was...

Ron: Bonnie?

Bonnie: RonRon... don’t you dare take a picture. I MEAN IT!

Bonnie turned around and looked at him.

Ron was about to laugh. She looked so strange.

Bonnie: And if you dare laugh, then you will only get one blowjob tonight.

Ron bit his lower lip. And that prevented him from bursting out.

Ron: But... I... I don’t understand... didn’t they say they had some clothes that you could wear?

Bonnie lifted her arms.

Bonnie: What do you think I am wearing?

Ron giggled: Oh dear... How could they even...?

Bonnie: Apparently they just had a member run away from the order with one of the boys in the nearest city. She left all her clothes behind... but that girl had even poorer taste than Kim... And I was NOT gonna wear that... especially NOT at my honeymoon.

Ron: So... you went with her uniform instead?

Bonnie: Well...?

Bonnie lifted her outfit a little in the sides and spun around

Bonnie: How do I look?

She looked a little careful at Ron.

Ron smiled: You look fantastic.

Bonnie: Really? I had no idea the penguin would look good on me.

She stuck her arms backwards and stiffened them like a penguin’s wings, and then she wobbled around a few stiff steps imitating a penguin's sounds.

 Ron laughed, and shortly after Bonnie laughed as well.

They threw themselves at each other, and then they began to kiss.

Bonnie: You might laugh now RonRon, but just wait until you see the outfit they have found for you?

Ron: What?

Bonnie: Yeah... they told me that until a few years ago, they had a pastor at the nunnery.

Ron: For real?

Bonnie: Yeah, but the higher ups at the church removed the position, and thus a lot of the funding from the nunnery because of it.

Ron: Why?

Bonnie: Too many pregnancies.

Silence. Then they began to laugh out loud.

Ron: Oh man... stick a single man with all these nuns and of course there are gonna be some... issues... But... what does that have to do with...

Ron looked at her outfit, and then the look on his wife’s face. Her barracuda smile was back. Ron: Ooooh no...

Bonnie: Oooooh yes!

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Ron and Bonnie appeared at the hall for dinner. Bonnie dressed as one of the fellow nuns, and Ron as a pastor of the church.

Bonnie: You look so hot in that suit, RonRon.

Ron smiled awkwardly. He had never enjoyed wearing a suit. But to the former Pastor's credit, it was tailored, and it felt like Italian fabrics. So it wasn’t uncomfortable.

Bonnie: He must have been rich. I looked at the collar. It’s a custom Armani. Ron: Sure... now we look like a pair of emperor penguins.

Bonnie giggled. They entered the hall and immediately there was a gasp and a silence as they entered. Ron and Bonnie smiled and looked at them. It might have been the sight of a Pastor arriving arm in arm with a nun, like a married couple that threw them all off.

 Ron and Bonnie sat down next to Juliana and Joana at their spots, and began to eat their dinner.

By the desert Ron was approached by Joana.

Joana: Mr. Stoppable... you... uhm... you look mighty handsome, as one of our pastors, if you don’t mind...

Ron didn’t mind at all. He nodded at her comment.

Ron: I am not good at wearing suits. Especially buttoned up like this. But I thought it couldn’t hurt for a single night.

Joana smiled.

She truly was beautiful. Juliana sat next to her, and she made a little cough, and Joana sat up straight.

Juliana: Mr. Stoppable... I have gotten a call from the Mechanic in town. He is bringing both the new car from the rental company tomorrow, and a truck to bring back the old one. The company only asks that when you arrive in Milano that you contact them and inform them about the circumstances.

Ron nodded: I shall... once again, thank you for everything... Juliana. Juliana blushed and her otherwise stiff gaze became far more soft and kind.

The dinner was swiftly over, and Ron and Bonnie made their way to their rooms. —————————————————

Mr and Mrs Stoppable was once again in bed, and once again they were naked, and that meant they were kissing like crazy and fucking like wild animals. Bonnie on her back and Ron on top of her.

They were extra wild and extra vigorous tonight.

They had a feeling that they were being watched by all sides, and that turned them on.

Bonnie had always been slightly exibitionistic. She didn’t mind people watching her body or even her having sex. In fact she was pretty down with it.

She knew how hot she was. She could only imagine how hot it must be to watch her have sex.

She was also raised in a household where they had practiced nudism as a casual thing. So she was not at all shy.

Ron remembered Kim telling him back when they were in their sophomore year of High School that Bonnie had a thing for him.

 Ron didn’t understand what she meant, but apparently she had known it when Kim and he for a short while had exchanged brains so they each tried to live a few days in the other's shoes.

Kim had been tossed into the dressing room of the cheerleaders, and there she had come face to face with Bonnie.

Bonnie had gone ballistic and given Ron or rather Kim a smack on the side of the head before shoving him out.

Ron did notice that Bonnie had been extra harsh on him the following days and also blushed a little when she looked at him.

Ron had turned to Kim and asked what that was all about.

Kim had looked a little uncomfortable and she had admitted that they had had a run in and that she had sorta... seen Bonnie naked in the changing room... Which wasn’t a new thing for her... but as she had been in Ron’s body... it had been a new thing for Bonnie.

Ron had since taken revanche, and now he looked at his now wife’s body every chance he could, and Bonnie loved him for it.

AS IF... they had just shared the same memory, Bonnie broke his kiss and looked up at him with a look of amazement and happiness.

Bonnie: To think... that I truly would become Mrs. Ron Stoppable... Dreams do come true... even though you had a period of a peeper in High School, my slap seemed to really put your head on straight...

Ron smiled awkwardly. He knew what she meant... although it technically hadn’t been him, nor his fault.

Bonnie rolled them both over, and now she was on top.

Bonnie: And now... you can look all you want... my dear darling husband. She kissed him as she rode him.

Ron grabbed her butt and helped her with her pace.

Bonnie adjusted her position so she could bend her legs and thereby make greater movements. It helped and she soon screamed at the ceiling with Ron’s cock deep inside her pussy.

Ron grabbed hold of her perfect breasts and squished the soft flesh in his fingers.

 The Stoppable’s fucked all night... as they always did... even when they slept... they didn’t stop.

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The mechanic from the town arrived early the next morning.

The new car was placed on the road in front of the nunnery, and then he fetched the old broken car. And then he was on his merry way.

Ron only had to sign a document and then it was all good. The mechanic showed him deep respect and even bowed before him. Ron looked a little confused and a look at Joana told him to put his hand on the Mechanics head.

Ron did so and after a few seconds he removed the hand and the mechanic smiled at him and kissed his hand before leaving.

Ron: Wow... the customs of the locals sure are... interesting. Bonnie giggled. She was wearing her new nun outfit as well. The new car was a nice model of a BMW.

Juliana: I told the Mechanic that it was a pastor who needed the new car. He was very reluctant to get up here and get the old car and replace it with a new one. But as soon as he heard it was a Pastor on his way to Milano, he was eager to help.

Ron looked at Juliana: Isn’t it forbidden to lie according to your teachings?

Juliana: Maybe... but our holy mother’s life taught us to help our fellow travelers. A little white lie is hardly a sin if it helps those in need.

Ron smiled at her. It was an interesting look at how the lie and the truth were not always black and white, nor were they always good and bad.

Juliana and Joana came over to Ron and Bonnie. Joana was carrying the clothes they had worn when they arrived. They had packed them into a little basket. Juliana held another basket. Hers contained a meal for them both, and a few bottles of fresh water.

Joana: Just until you get to Milano... it’s a good drive from here.

Bonnie smiled and gave her a big hug: Thank you... thank you all. You have truly been the kindest and most wonderful of hosts.

Ron hugged her as well.

He also hugged Juliana.

Ron looked up at the nunnery.

 Ron: It’s so strange... ever since I came here, I have the strangest feeling that I have been here before...

Juliana looked at the old run down abbey.

Juliana: Well... it certainly has a history... But... if I have to be honest... the place is a ruin...

Ron: On that we agree...

Juliana: But... this is what the fathers of the church have deemed us worth so... we have to make do... And as the saying goes. Home is where the heart is.

Bonnie had gone over to the car to place the baskets in the trunk.

Ron: Juliana... I own a big piece of land just outside of my hometown in America. May I suggest that you move your chapter of your church to those parts. As an invitation from me?

Juliana looked at Ron.

Ron: I am not saying: Come and build a church on my grounds... but build a home if you need one.

Juliana and Joana looked at each other.

Juliana: That is very kind of you Ron Stoppable but... we have so few funds and...

Ron: Money is not a problem. Let me repay your kindness to me and my wife in our hour of need.

Juliana and Joana nodded and both smiled.

Joana: We... we are not allowed to take handouts from strangers... but such a generous offer... that sounds less like a handout and more like an invitation...

Juliana: Well... we could at least think it over... but... we promise to keep in contact Mr. Stoppable...

Ron handed her a card with his number. The very special number that Vivian had constructed so he could only be contacted by those who knew it.

Ron: Just call when you reach a decision.

They took the card and Ron gave them a last hug as a farewell.

Then he held the door for his wife, and then he sat himself into the driver's seat.

Bonnie: Such nice people. They really pulled through. We should do something nice for them.

 The entire collection had stood up to say their farewell. All 30 nuns of the nunnery.

Bonnie: Did you talk about helping them back? RonRon, I hope you don’t plan on donating money to that old place... one bad day and it’s gonna collapse... It wasn't so bad looking in the storm but in the light of day... it’s really falling down...

Ron: Don’t worry Bonnie... let fall what can’t stand, but I might be able to help them in another way...

Ron started the car, and while they drove down the road, they waved out the window. Juliana and Joana waved at the car until it was out of sight.

Then they looked sad.

Joana: Well... now they are off...

Juliana: Yes... nothing lasts forever...

Just as she said it... they heard a cracking sound and a loud noise from the collective room.

Joana sighed: And that... was the carrying beam... and that...

Another loud sound of collapse...

Joana: That... was the roof coming down...

All the nuns screamed and turned around as they saw half their building... their home was gone in an instant.

Juliana looked to the sky.

Juliana: Our lord has given us a sign, Joana...

Joana looked at Juliana, unable to face the chaos at their backs.

Juliana: Had we not sheltered Mr and Mrs Stoppable... we would all have perished under the roofs of our home...

Joana agreed. Had they not all been outside to say goodbye to the Stoppable’s... they would have been inside... and all likely have died under the rubbles.

Juliana: We owe our lives to Ron Stoppable... he saved us... with nothing but his presence... and now... he has granted us salvation...

She looked at the card in her hands.

 Juliana: Come... let’s walk to the town... we need to make a phone call. —————————————————————————————————————

To be continued.