Feature Writer: Scouries /
Feature Title: A Nun’s Fall 1 /
Published: 01.11.2006
Story Codes: MF, FF, fF, NC, Rape, Incest /
Synopsis: This is the story of two teenage girls, best friends. It follows their voyage of sexual discovery through the eyes of one of the girls fathers. Nudism, strapons, virginity lost, incest, rape…sadness, loss…then a final coming together /
A Nun’s Fall
Chapter 1
August 17, 2004 – I stood naked, hidden, watching intently as Maria Celeste Molloy, or Sister Maria as she now preferred to be called, slowly disrobed, unaware of my evil intentions, unaware she would soon be thrashing under my hard unforgiving body, pierced by my throbbing cock.
I had taken the young woman, soon to turn 22 years old, out to dinner in one of the nicer French restaurants in Cleveland and then escorted her back to my home where we had spent the rest of the evening reminiscing as we sipped a fine Californian white wine. At eleven thirty she had decided to turn in and I was now watching her as she prepared for bed.
As she slipped the habit slowly from her shoulders and her white unblemished skin was exposed to my view, I gasped audibly, the blood immediately rushing into my awakening penis. She had always had the power to sexually excite me, ever since she had spent her last year of high school living with our family, my daughter Samantha’s best friend. Turning, she approached the full length wall mirror, behind which I hid unsuspected, and quickly slipped of the virginal white bra and panties she now wore.
Nun’s underwear, I thought to myself smiling, knowing it would always be impossible for her to camouflage her beauty, her incredible allure. Her full breasts still rose proudly from her tall torso, topped by dark aureoles and fat suckable nipples. After lightly brushing her long dark tresses back from her face and over her shoulders, her hands continued downwards, softly caressing her round globes, squeezing them and tweaking each of her nipples before continuing downwards.
Slowly crossing her stomach they separated and moved outwards over her protruding hip bones before slowly coming together again atop her lush, dark bush. With her right hand holding her left wrist, she slid the fingers of her left hand insistently up and down over her now exposed slit. As her middle digit disappeared and was slowly pumped, I laughed, thinking to myself that the little Nun still craves something in her pussy.
As her sighs grew in intensity and pace, she all of a sudden pulled her finger out, saying aloud, “What are you doing Maria, you’re a Nun for gosh sakes,” a girl still unable to take the Lords name in vain. Turning rapidly, she moved to the bathroom, where she entered the shower and let the water course across her taut body. Soaping herself, I could see that she didn’t spend any time at all on her breasts and hairy mound, clearly not wanting to reawaken her lust, that huge hunger that still lay waiting just under her skin. After drying herself she moved to the stool across the room and sat, grabbing the hairbrush she had been using for five years. Watching her brush her hair had been a ritual of mine for the full year the girls had once shared this room.
Her hair was even longer now, the thick, rich, black silky strands now reaching down her back and across her round, firm ass; maybe the nuns didn’t want to spend any money on haircuts, I thought to myself as the brush moved rhythmically. I was momentarily tempted to rush out and take the brush, but quickly held myself back, wanting to wait before violating the young beauty.
Never having liked air-conditioning, Marie had turned on the overhead fan, which rotated quietly while cooling the room and making her soft hair dance in the disturbed air currents. I could see her breasts reflected from the oval mirror she sat facing, her nipples hard, something that had always happened when her hair was brushed. I shook my head sadly, thinking of the past three years she had spent with the nuns, her perfect body never touched by a needy man. Fleetingly, I wondered if the nuns satisfied themselves in Sapphic rituals or if perhaps some horny priest had taken the young Maria, rutting away in her hot channel.
Finally she turned away from the mirror and moved towards the king sized bed set under the large window. At first she stooped to pick up a simple cotton nightgown, but I could see her shake her head and then drop the garment before slipping naked onto the silk sheets. As she stretched languorously atop the soft sheets I guessed she hadn’t slept on a bed like this or between such fine sheets since she had left three years ago.
As she lay stretching, her knees placed wide apart, I could easily see her bright inner pinkness surrounded by her dark pubic hairs. Turning languidly she clicked off the bedside lamp and then lay back sighing. She was still easily visible to me due to the illumination provided by the backyard lighting which softly lit the room. The girls had always wanted a little light when they slept and I knew from watching her over many nights in the past that she would soon be in a deep sleep.
Eventually I left my hiding place cleverly set behind the wall and moved to my area of the large house, wanting to shower and shave before I went to her. As I showered under the hot, beating water my excitement grew, my anticipation of what was to come making my heart race. Proudly naked, my 6’2″, 195 pound muscular body tingling, I moved down the hall and moved confidently into the sweet young nuns room and approached her sleeping form spread on top of the silk sheets.
Lying next to her on the bed I let my fingers rove over her already hot skin. Gently caressing her cheeks, her soft breasts, her firm nipples, nipples that cried to be sucked, and then finally I moved my hand to her moist centre. Lightly running my hand through her thick bush, and then gently probing her pussy, I found her already lubricated, her wetness a testament to her nighttime dreams and desires.
My big shaft quivered as I spread her thighs and placed his fat, bright red head at the mouth of her cunt, ready to drive deeply into the body she had promised to God. For a second I hesitated, wondering why it had come to this, why a rich, successful 40 year old family man, a Christian, was willing to rape a beautiful god fearing nun, a young girl he had promised to protect. As I smashed brutally through her non existent defenses, my hands pinning hers above her head, my thick eight and a half inch penis filling her completely, her first scream of protest rising from her lungs, a burst of reflection exploded through my brain, a memory of how it had all started…
THE PAST – On September 6th, 1995, my daughter Sam arrived home from her first day at her new school, a prestigious private institution, ‘Miss Prigg’s Academy’, the best woman’s high school in Eastern Ohio. Both Sylvia, my wife, and I had been anxiously waiting, worried about how Sam would do in her new school, so we were both happy to see the broad smile lighting up her young face. “Mom, Dad,” she cried, “I’ve found my twin sister; she goes to my new school.” As she pulled another teen into the room she added, “This is Maria Celeste Molloy, and she was born at exactly the same time as I.” It turned out the two girls had been born on September 7th 1982 at 4:32 in the afternoon, in hospital rooms 5 miles apart in Cleveland.
You might say they were fated to be best friends, their birthday just the first of many things that drew the dark haired Maria, a daughter of a Spanish-American mother and an Irish-American father, and the blond, blue-eyed Samantha Eileen Burns, who had a Scandinavian mother and an Irish-American father, together.
At first glance the two seemed quite different; Sam was an outgoing athletic type, a girl whose brain power was easily missed at first, while Maria, or M-C as Sam soon took to calling her, seemed more subdued, studious, her shyness hiding her impishness, her love of fun. After talking to the girls awhile, I drove the two of them to Maria’s house, a large Colonial on an acre of land about two miles from our house. Maria’s Dad, John, was at 44 years old, a senior executive for Cleveland’s biggest multinational, and it was only because he had been transferred back to Cleveland recently that we hadn’t run into each other before.
Sam and I stayed for a few minutes visiting with the Molloys, also a one-child family, before inviting them all over for the following day to celebrate the ‘twins’ birthday. The party was a great success, and the girls became inseparable. Over the following years M-C probably slept over at our house 90 nights a year and Sam spent a good 30 nights a year at the Molloys.
The only reason the two spent more time at our house was because we had an in ground pool in our backyard, a backyard that fronted Lake Ontario, and because Sylvia and I were probably a little laxer in our supervision than the Molloys. Mrs. Molloy, Yvonne, was an incredibly kind and giving person, but also had a deep spirituality, a strong belief and adherence to Catholic dogma, that sometimes made it hard for the two girls to relax when around her. The girls dressed a little more daringly, used more makeup and were much more rambunctious when at the Burns.
And yet I know Sam liked and benefited from her time at the Molloys, a chance to be a part of a second family, a family that had a somewhat different view of the world. Sam’s only worry was for Maria, as Mrs. Malloy often suggested to her daughter that she might want to become a nun some day. It was a soft sell that was often present just under the radar, and although none of us could see Maria ever becoming a nun, the fear of losing her best friend to God was unnerving to a teenage Sam. Our idyllic existence continued through the nineties, my company was prospering and I was wealthy beyond any human desires, Sylvia was teaching at the University, and our two girls (and we truly saw them as our two daughters) seemed to succeed in everything they did, whether at school or play. But it all ended for me on May 27th 1999.
Has anyone ever heard of ‘flesh eating disease’? Does anyone know anyone who ever got this fucking stupid disease? Sylvia Annika Burns, nee Sundstrum, my dear wife, died at thirty-six years of age, the flesh literally stripped from her body, an ugly death for an incredibly good woman. She had been the only woman I had ever dated, the only woman I ever made love to, the only person I needed.
We had met at McKinley High School when we were both fifteen, started dating almost immediately and I had made love to her for the first time on a cold Thanksgiving weekend in her Dad’s boathouse at his property on the lake. As our bodies arched together in ecstasy, her virgin blood tricking down her legs, we both knew we had found all that we would ever need in life. Sam wasn’t conceived that day but within weeks Sylvia was pregnant with our child. Just a month before I turned nineteen I was a father, and we were the proudest parents anyone could imagine.
We were lucky, both sets of our parents were great, and Sylvia and I had great support as we set out on our journey of married life. My Dad, who had started a successful company forty years earlier, insisted that his son and daughter-in-law continue school, wanting me to be the first of the Burns to graduate from university. He loved Sam, being old (mid forties) when I had been born; he had feared he’d never see a grandchild. After graduating I went to work for Dad and we made a great team, the young aggressive buck and the experienced old stag. We were happy, Syl and I, our only sadness due to the fact Syl couldn’t have any more children due to complications during Sam’s birth.
During the weeks following Syl’s death I think I would have killed myself if it hadn’t been for Sam and Maria Celeste. Only thirty-five, I felt my life, my happiness was over and without those two sixteen year olds whose grief was as real as mine and which demanded help that only I could provide, I would have quit. Even though I tried to rally, I know looking back that I was a shitty boss, a poor friend and a lousy Dad for a good year, only brought back to humanness due to two events.
The first grew from Maria’s Dad being transferred to Paris in the summer of 2000, just over a year after Sylvia’s death. The Molloys wanted Maria to finish high school at Miss Prigg’s, not wanting to hurt her academic future by moving her to France. Samantha quickly insisted that M-C, instead of boarding at the school, should stay with us for the year, a proposal I supported and we quickly convinced the Molloys of our idea.
I spent the summer converting our top floor, a previously unused attic space, into a perfect world for two high school seniors. After eighty thousand bucks spent on renovations, the girls had twelve hundred square feet, virtually a separate apartment, complete with modern bathroom (including hot tub and sauna), a small kitchenette for parties etc., mirrors everywhere, two twin size beds, an exercise area, study area, living room etc., all looking out through giant picture windows at the Lake Ontario shoreline.
And I included a secret, something the girls never learned about. I used the most high tech electronics available to wire the area, six cameras and microphones monitoring every move the residents made. I also built in a secret passage, a passage which allowed me to stand just feet from my daughters, able to watch them through specially designed mirrors. Oh, at the time I easily justified it to myself; I was just trying to protect my innocent daughters from the world. I’d have to monitor them to make sure they weren’t doing drugs, or doing things with boys they shouldn’t, etc, etc. Even then I knew my thinking was bullshit; in my deepest recesses I knew what I was doing was wrong, that spying on children wasn’t protecting them.
The room was finished the end of August and the girls moved in on September 5th, the day Maria’s parents left for France and three days before the start of school. The second event that changed me occurred on the girl’s birthdays, two days later on the seventh. I rediscovered my sex drive! I hadn’t fucked a woman since my wife had died; I had gone some sixteen months without putting my penis in a pussy!
Looking back it seems incredible to me that I could have gone so long without it. Syl and I had always been highly sexed, and for the 17 years of our marriage we had made love incessantly, this talk of married couples doing it only once a week had never been a problem of ours. We did it often and we loved experimenting, willing to try anything and everything. And yet for sixteen months I basically had gone without a hard-on, the only evidence of any sex drive the stains I’d find on my sheets two or three mornings a week. And something so innocent woke up this sleeping dragon.
As I was reading the paper by the pool, the two girls playing noisily in the water, I just happened to look up as Maria Celeste’s top was pulled of by Sam during their play. She has breasts, I gasped to myself, when the fuck did they grow? As I surreptitiously watched from behind my sun glasses, I saw both girls glance my way and seeing no life from the old man, they continued their play, Sam’s bra top soon joining M-C’s at the bottom of the pool. Jesus, look at my daughter, I thought, her pointed cones standing proudly, a perfect contrast to Maria’s round, black tipped orbs. My cock leapt in my shorts, finally showing a sign of life, throbbing in its new found eagerness.
How old are these two? Geeze, I wonder if they’ve made love yet? She’s my daughter for Christ’s sake! When did this happen? All these questions sped through my mind as I watched the two play. Finally they rushed up the stairs of the pool, hands barely covering their hard tipped bouncing breasts. As they passed me giggling, I said, my arm held up to slow them, “Hey wait a second you two, just because you’ve turned eighteen today and Maria’s parents are in Europe, doesn’t mean you two can run wild, baring your bodies to anybody in the area.”
As the two stopped in front of me, still giggling, drops of water falling from their nubile young bodies, their breasts still shaking, their hard nipples poking out at me, Sam finally gasped out as Maria stood blushing beside her, “Yeah sure Daddy. This isn’t exactly in public and I seem to remember that you swim naked most mornings.” As they flounced off towards the house, I watched their wiggling rear ends, again surprised that somehow those thin boyish legs and hips had magically been transformed into sexually alluring womanhood. They must have pubic hair, I thought stupidly, my mind slow to accept what had clearly been occurring over the last year or so.
For their birthdays, I had promised to take the girls to ‘Le Circle’, Cleveland’s number one bistro/restaurant, and when they appeared dressed two hours later I knew I would never look at my two daughters as little girls again. Both had their hair up in styles I had never seen them in before, eyes and lips and cheeks made up exquisitely, a subtle, sexy perfume luring my olfactory senses, their bodies draped in lovely silk dresses, their cut revealing a eye attracting cleavage, a hint of thigh exposed through artfully placed slits. “What happened to you two?” I muttered, as the two sashayed towards me. God, they don’t have bras on, I noticed, completely astounded and overwhelmed by what faced me.
“Thanks for the compliment Dad!” she said sarcastically, “Not ‘you ladies look beautiful tonight, it’s going to be a pleasure to escort Cleveland’s most eligible young debutantes this evening.’ No, ‘what happened to you two’ is your idea of a compliment,” Sam carped, clearly enjoying my surprise and bewilderment. She then leaned over and kissed me on my cheek, her perfume further befuddling me.
“You look very handsome tonight Mr. Burns, that’s a lovely suit you’re wearing,” sang Maria, also kissing me on the cheek.
“Oh God no,” I protested. “Please don’t tell me you two are going to start dating, going out with boys, dressing up, using perfume, parties, dancing, sex and drugs. I don’t think I’m ready for it,” I said half joking. “No wonder you’re parents went to Paris. Are you sure you don’t want to put on some more clothes, some underwear for example.”
“Daddy!” Sam hissed as the two grabbed my arms and led me out.
And we had a great night! We ate and drank and talked and danced and I found I had two interesting, fun, intelligent, beautiful women living with me and knew the next year would probably be the most interesting of my life. And I was stunned to realize I wanted to make love to both of them. As I danced with each in turn, their hard tipped breasts pushing insistently into my chest, I had to fight to keep my hands from caressing their firm rear ends, to keep my hardness from their innocent thighs, my lips, my tongue from their painted mouths.
As we sat and the two moved and leaned across the table, continual flashes of full breasts greeted my eyes, the excitement their hard nipples demonstrated a compliment to an older man. We arrived home after two in the morning, all of us a bit giddy on the wine and excitement. Before leaving me for their attic penthouse, they each turned and gave me a hug and kiss, kisses full on my lips, a fleeting touch of tongue probing quickly through my lips.
Stripping rapidly in my room, I showered, stroking my throbbing shaft, but then sped out, knowing I had to watch the two girls before I slept. Slipping quietly into my secret nook I immediately spied young Maria, her dress already off, just a small, lacy, black thong covering her lush body. I watched rapt as she lowered the zipper on Sam’s dress, and as the silk slipped over my daughter’s breasts and then her golden bush I stroked my now rampant penis, the first stream of sperm itching to start its explosive voyage.
“Sam, you slut,” cried Maria, “You didn’t wear any panties!”
“Well excuse me,” said Sam laughing, “like you’re wearing a lot of clothes.” As the two giggled, Sam stripped the silk thong from Maria’s thighs, exposing a luxuriant, long black bush, a pubic covering thicker than I had ever imagined existed. “God, you’re hairy M-C. Look at my little blond bush; you can see my pink lips, my clit through its light hair.”
“That’s because you’re clits so long, you slut, I think you must have the longest nipples, the longest clit of any girl alive,” exclaimed Maria, now giggling harder than ever. And as I watched, I couldn’t help but notice how my daughter’s nipples stood out. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they were good sized, cone shaped and standing proudly out, her areoles small, almost boylike, her nipples thin but a good half inch long, little erections waving in the wind, ready to lure in any passing male.
“Will you suck them,” Sam begged, drawing Maria toward the bed. “It makes me so hot when you touch them, kiss them. Oh fuck, I’m so horny.”
“Me to,” whispered Maria. “I loved it tonight, all the men looking at us. I could see they all wanted me, to put their fat cocks in my little pussy. Oh and when your Dad danced with me, I felt his penis against me, he was hard, he tried to hide it but I felt it three or four times. He’s sexy and I think your Daddies got a big one Sam. I’d like to see it some day.”
“You liked Daddy? I’ve seen it you know. He swims sometimes early in the morning naked and I’ve seen it a couple of times. It wasn’t hard though, it didn’t look that big. But how would we know, neither of us have ever seen a hard cock. We’re both going to have to find boyfriends this year sis.”
“I know my beautiful sister. But for tonight let’s just sleep together in one bed and suck each others nipples.”
I watched them for an hour, their hands, their mouths bringing little yips of pleasure from the other, the joy these teenagers felt bringing two explosions of sperm from my heavy shaft. As I lay in bed that night, still wondering how I had missed their passage into womanhood, I was secretly pleased that so far they hadn’t lost their virginity. I knew my spying, sick or perverted as it may be, would allow me to follow their sexual journey, an adventure I knew I would revel in watching.
My days that fall were full, and I ended up constantly rushing from one thing to the next, my busyness allowing me to face life happily for the first time since Sybil’s death. Working hard at the office, I was no longer the grouchy boss; I was again the respected leader.
The sex drive I had rediscovered I satisfied by using the young bodies of two college girls I had found selling their bodies over the internet. Jill and Sue shared an apartment on the edge of campus, just a half mile (an easy walk) from my office, and I made an exclusive arrangement with them to service me during the weekday afternoons. Big sexy girls who loved fucking, they were perfect for me, happily doing whatever I wanted and enjoying it while getting paid.
My evenings I spent with my daughters, trying to get home every night to have dinner with them. And then late at night, watching them secretly, either in my hidden niche or in my private study equipped with screens that could display images from all six cameras while my sound system delivered every sound in stereo.
And what I saw and heard! Yes I know it was wrong, even perverted, but any one who has slipped into a voyeuristic situation understands the lure, the addiction I fell into. While days earlier I had been stunned to realize how mature, how sexy the two had become, soon I realized how backwards they were for girls of their age and time. They were eighteen year old seniors in the internet era and yet were surprisingly naïve, still unkissed let alone made love to.
I finally realized that the two girls, with no siblings and who spent hours each day studying and playing sports while going to an all-girls school just hadn’t had any time or opportunity before for boys. But they had finally woken up to their bodies and now spent much of their hours before bed discussing sex and boys, and how to get some. That fall they started to attend the monthly dances ‘Miss Prigg’s’ held in conjunction with some of the private boys prep schools in the area.
Watching their nightly rituals was a dirty old mans dream. All through September and October they only had each other to satisfy their hunger and so I spent hours watching them thrashing together in bed. Samantha was a screamer; just a few licks of Maria’s tongue on her long nipples would set her off, the room shaking with her yells. I laughed contemplating the first boy who got her in bed; her shrieks might give him a heart attack.
The two would spend minute after minute on the others breasts before finally curling into a soixante-neuf, burying their dancing tongues deep in burning, pink pussies, their hands firmly holding the others ass even harder as they rolled over and over in ecstasy. As the weeks passed their knowledge grew as they clearly were asking girlfriends for information as well as surfing the net. I had to laugh as they moved through screens showing sex in all its forms, read stories of every sexual desire. Always one of them would ask the other, ‘is it possible?’ or ‘do you think that’s really true?’ or ‘should we try that?’
Being the only male on the premises, almost the only male they knew, I often became the center of their talks, their speculation, even their interest. They wanted to see me naked and especially hard and naked, and they also wanted to know about my sex life. One night as I sat watching, Maria asked Sam, “Do you think your Dad’s got a girlfriend, I mean he must go out with someone. He is still pretty sexy for an old guy.”
“He doesn’t seem to ever date, he’s almost always home at night. Unless he’s doing it during the day I don’t know what he’s doing. Maybe he’s got a problem, needs Viagra or something.”
“I think we should spy on him,” Maria finished, as I wondered what her reaction to my spying would be.
The two also started visiting me on Saturday and Sunday mornings, days I liked to sleep in on. A least one day a weekend and often both, they would both appear at my bedside before nine a.m., dressed in little, thin nighties, nighties that showed off their charms very well but were just acceptable to wear in front of me. Often carrying a tray of coffee, toast and orange juice they would wake me while dropping onto the king size bed next to me. I quickly understood these trips were for three reasons, one, to display their bodies to a man; two, to see as much of a man’s body as they could; and three, to ask me questions about sex while I was still dozy. Being able to hear their analysis of their trips to my room through my spying I was easily able to anticipate them and their desires.
I always slept naked and one of Sam’s questions to me the first morning had been, “Daddy, do you sleep naked or do you have pajama bottoms on?”
My sheet, already lowered to mid stomach, my chest bare, hid little, but I quickly lifted it five or six inches and peering down told them, “I always sleep naked sweetie, how about you two?” Looking up I could see both their gazes centered on the edge of the sheet, now just above my pubic hair.
“We both sleep in nighties, Mr. Burns, ones like these ones,” Maria finally answered, leaning over so that most of her breasts were visible to me. “But we’d like to sleep naked, the sheets are so soft, but we don’t know if its okay, what others would think.” Silently laughing to myself, knowing they spent most nights naked in each others arms, I told the two that most people enjoyed sleeping naked and they should do what they liked.
One Sunday in late October as the two lounged on my bed, continually giving me glimpses of their bodies, Maria said, “You’re lucky Mr. Burns, this bed is so big and comfortable. It’s much larger than our twins.” Lying back, stretching languorously, her nightie taut against her round breasts, she spread her knees widely before quickly clamping them shut, leaving an image of her black bush burned into the back of my eyes.
Having heard their plan the night before, I played along. “Oh if you girls want King Size beds I’ll get Marg (my secretary) to order them this week.”
“I don’t think we’d have room for two,” Sam quickly interposed, “But maybe one would be nice. We could share it, what do you think Maria?”
“But you girls wouldn’t want to share a bed?”
Lying next to Maria, Sam stretched and said, “There’s lots of room, can we try it Dad?”
After arguing the merits of having just one bed, I agreed, and ordered their new bed that same day, eager to see them naked in their big King Size bed.
A Saturday morning in mid November I awoke to a question from Sam, who couldn’t help blushing as she asked, “Daddy, do you have a girlfriend? I never see you with a woman; I hope you’re not worried about what I’d think. I just want to let you know I have no problem with you having sex at your age.”
Fighting to keep a straight face, and while nodding my head slowly, I answered gravely, “Thank you Sam, but don’t worry, your Dads been keeping pretty busy in that area.”
“You have?” the two both almost shouted in unison.
“Yes thanks. And what about you two? I haven’t seen many boys around the house. I want you both to know that if you have anything you want to tell me about your orientation I’ll be here, I’ll always love you no matter what your inclinations.”
Later that night I heard their complaints, each one grousing. “He thinks we’re lesbians, for gosh sake,” cried Maria. “We want to see his dick and he thinks we’re dikes. It’s probably because he knows we’re sharing a bed.”
“Yeah, but who is he sleeping with?” asked Sam, “I can’t believe it. I’m going to go in tomorrow and get some details, I promise you that.”
The next morning I rose early and watched them as they prepared for their visit. I could see Sam insisting to Maria that they both wear their sexiest nightgowns, thin ivory colored silk jobs, low cut over their breasts and riding high on their thighs, their areoles, nipples and pubic bushes easily visible through the thin fabric. I lay on my back, feigning sleep, the sheet thrown to the side, my penis rising proudly from the dark hairs at its base, hard and pulsing in the air. The girls entered, Maria leading, carrying a tray with three large OJ’s, followed closely by Sam. She was almost at my bedside before she saw my big erection, seeing it she screamed and came to an immediate stop, and as Sam banged into her back, the tray flew upwards, the orange juice splashing over me, Maria and the bed. Rising up, now truly surprised, I yelped, “What the fuck is going on?”
“Oh, Mr. Burns, I’m so sorry, oh gosh, please forgive me,” Maria pled, as she grabbed the edge of the sheet and started to daub it over my penis, apparently trying to dry it.
“What are you doing Maria?” I thundered, my glee hidden behind a stern countenance. Mumbling and sputtering she rapidly backed away and out of the room, followed by Sam after she had taken a good look at my organ.
I immediately turned the camera monitors on, not wanting to miss a second of their conversation, the first words that came through were Sam’s, “What did you do to Dad, you birdbrain?”
“He was asleep when I went in, no sheet, his penis up, hard, oh you know, erect… crikey, did you see it? It was bloody huge! Fuck! He’s going to think I’m an idiot.”
“What did you do with the sheet?”
“Oh darn, I was going to dry him off. I didn’t even think, I just started rubbing it.”
“You rubbed his penis? What do you have for a brain girl?” Sam ended, and then started to laugh wildly.
“What’s so darn funny?” Maria asked. Sam answered by turning her friend so she faced the wall length mirror and seeing herself covered in orange, her sexiest nightie ruined, Maria couldn’t help but join her. Sam then led her friend to the shower, and after stripping the clothes from Maria’s body, slowly washed her, lathering every inch of the beautiful girl. The wash soon turned to caresses and kisses and I watched entranced for the next hour as the girls pleasured each other.
At their next school dance, the girls finally met some boys they liked and who liked them. At the dance there was a group of boys from St. Peter’s, a local prep school, and after the party a group of the kids ended up at one of Sam’s classmate’s house. Tom and Rick, two jocks from St. Peter’s, became the objects of the girls first crush, and for a couple of weeks the boys were all they talked about. With Christmas approaching, the girls only had a chance for one date with the boys before everyone went their separate ways for the holidays. However, that one date was enough, for in the following nights watching them through the mirror I heard endless rehashes of their first kisses with a member of the opposite sex.
For Christmas, Maria was going to Paris to be with her parents, leaving the 16th and staying until the 26th before flying direct to Miami to join Sam and I at my condo on South Beach. The girls had been looking forward to the ten days we were going to be staying in the sun; they loved swimming in the ocean and were also hopeful that they would be able to party in the famous South Florida hotspots.
As we set up on the beach the first day the girls were amazed at how many women were topless, and finally Sam turned to me and asked, “Daddy, what’s going on? Isn’t it against the law to bare your breasts like that? This is America isn’t it?”
“This isn’t Cleveland sweetie. A lot of these girls are European, it’s normal for them.”
“Is it OK for me to go topless?”
“Are you old enough to vote?” Seeing her quizzical look, I added, “If you’re old enough to vote Sam, you’re old enough to go topless.”
“Yeah but I’m not old enough to have a drink in this country though,” she finished, and then defiantly undid and threw off her bra top, her breasts proudly popping into view. A minute later, Maria shyly followed suit after asking me again if it was okay.
“Thank you girls,” I laughed, “you’ve made my day.”
“Please Mr. Burns, I’m nervous enough, don’t make fun of us.”
Lying between them, two perfect sets of tits glowing in the sun, erect nipples demonstrating their obvious excitement at this daring deed, I felt my penis start to stretch, and knew his impatience to take part. Both Sam and M-C knew I was watching them and were both proud of their sex appeal but unsure in my presence. Finally, I grabbed a tube of sun tan lotion and said, “Listen girls, I just have to warn you, I’ve been told by more than one girl that there’s nothing worse than sunburned tits.”
“Daddy!” Sam shrieked, as I squeezed a large gob of lotion from the tube and let it fall onto her left breast. Slowly I spread the white cream, rhythmically moving my fingers in a circular motion, cupping and squeezing, then pulling her incredible long nipple to its full length. Finishing the left, I moved my hand to her right, Sam hardly breathing as she watched my fingers move. But as I moved to her second long nipple and stretched it, I heard a loud involuntary gasp. Finishing I pretended to have not noticed her hunger but as I lay back I couldn’t help saying, “Sammy, I’ve seen a lot of breasts in my life but I’ve never seen nipples like yours.” Blushing a deep red, Sam rose and ran into the water, leaving Maria and I giggling at her discomfort. Then, with the tube of lotion still in hand, I turned to Maria and said, “You too lovely, we don’t want those beauties burned.”
“No, No, Mr. Burns, I can do it myself,” she protested, reaching to take the tube from my hands, but I could sense her eagerness to feel a man touch her and so I squeezed a large dollop into my hand. Seeing it drop she lay back, her hands placed over her head, not only accepting me but showing me she was defenseless, that I could do as I wished. After looking and locating Sam, and seeing that she was well down the shoreline, I turned back to Maria, now eager for her to feel a real man’s hands and fingers on her young body. She trembled at my first touch, her dark nipples seeming to double in thickness as my thumb and finger took the fat nub and squeezed and pulled. For minutes I worked her full breasts, and as my fingers moved we watched each other, our eyes locked together. Finally I moved my hands away and fell back, and as I did I heard a deep, guttural moan escape from her lips, and knew without looking that her bikini bottom now sported a large wet spot.
“You’re the first Mr. Burns, the first man ever to touch my breasts. Gee, it’s different than I thought, better than I imagined. Gosh, what’s sex going to be like?”
“You know Maria Celeste; I think you’re going to like it. You’re going to find some nice prep school boy who’ll make you very happy. Now, one other thing.”
“Yes Mr. Burns?”
“Now that you’ve spilled orange juice all over my naked body and I’ve touched your lovely tits, isn’t it time you stopped calling me Mr. Burns. How about Daddy or Handsome or Joe or Old Man, just no more Mr. Burns, okay sweetie?”
“Yes Mr. Bu… , sorry, gee, I don’t know what else to call you. Hey Sam,” she called, seeing Sam coming towards us, “What can I call your Dad, he says he’s tired of Mr. Burns.”
“If he keeps kidding me I’m going to find you a new name for him all right, like assho…”
“Samantha!! Look I’m sorry honey,” I said, standing and giving her a hug. “You know I love you sweetie, you and Maria are the two loveliest girls on this beach, and your nipples are perfect. Now if you promise to obey my rules I’ve got a present for you guys.”
Blushing at my compliment she asked, “What rules? What present?”
“Promise?”
Finally Maria said, “Okay, okay Mr. B, we promise, I’ll vouch for Samantha.”
“Okay, the rules are simple. One, you look out for each other; two, no drugs; three, no driving with anyone who’s being drinking; four, you’ve got cells, let me know if you’re going to be late or going somewhere different; five, use your heads; six, stay together. Here,” I finished, tossing each of them a plastic card.
“What is it? Oh God Daddy, where’d you get these? Are they legit?” she said, a huge grin covering her face.
“You didn’t think I was going to spend all my vacation trying to amuse young girls did you? I have a social life you know,” I said laughing, knowing that armed with ID’s that showed them as 22 year olds they’d be able to party in the famous South Beach nightclubs. “Just don’t take advantage of too many of these Latino boys.”
The next day I had had a large breakfast, read the paper, called the office and spent an hour and a half on the beach before the two girls straggled down to join me around noon. Laughing at their appearance, I started to tease them, “Gee I thought you sophisticated Cleveland belles would be able to party all night, play all day. One night on South Beach and you look like death.”
“Please Daddy, not today, oh am I tired, gosh my head hurts.”
“Fun?”
“It was… Oh… just perfect… just a little better than my best dream. Oh, the sexy boys, gosh tell him M-C.”
“It definitely wasn’t Cleveland Mr. B.”
We spent the afternoon sunning and swimming, the girls clearly trying to rest up for that night’s party. But as we lounged, I felt I had to ask them some questions. “Girls, you do understand about safe sex don’t you? What condoms are all about?”
“Daddy!” “Mr. B!”
“I’m sorry girls; I just want to make sure ‘Miss Priggs Academy’ had a sex education course. You’ve heard about AIDS, you do know where babies come from?”
They quickly marched off, not willing to be further embarrassed by their Daddy and I was relieved, not having relished the idea of discussing the ABC’s of sex with the two. However, before they left for the bars that night, I slipped a six pack of condoms in each of their purses, knowing they would discover them sometime during the evening. Better safe than sorry, I thought.
Horny as hell, I went out around ten and after a drink picked up a Latina hooker in the bar. She took me to her apartment and quickly relieved me of 600 bucks and about a pint of sperm, easing the pressure my two topless teens had been building in me for three days.
As I entered the lobby of the condo at 1:25 am that morning I saw Maria sitting alone on a sofa, her cell phone at her ear. “What’s up Maria? Where’s Sam? You’re home early.”
“Oh gosh, its you Mr. B.” After watching the clearly anxious girl for thirty seconds, she finally added, “I’m sorry sir, we got separated, I don’t know where Sam is. Gee, you told us to stay together, what if Sam gets into trouble?” I quickly questioned the nervous teen, and after ascertaining Sam had been with a group of fairly respectable American university students, I led her upstairs telling her not to worry. “I’ll stay up, Mr. B., I feel responsible for her.”
“I’ll stay up Maria, you need some sleep, get to bed now.”
She disappeared into her room but five minutes later I heard her call. Entering her dimly lit room I asked if she had called. “Yes sir, I wonder, would you tuck me in?”
“Of course sweetie,” I said and sat down next to her on the bed. I saw she was naked, her sheet just covering her legs and stomach, her lovely breasts proudly in view. Lifting the sheet gently, covering her to her neck, I tucked it in around her and then said, “Can I tell you something?” and seeing her nod continued, “You are a beautiful girl Marie Celeste, and I’m so happy you’re in Sam’s and my life and I love you as much as anyone in the world.” Kissing her tenderly on her cheeks and then lips, I stood and said, “Now get some sleep, I’m waking you early tomorrow to take you to the beach, I know we can’t count on Sam.”
“Yes sir.”
I entered Maria’s room at nine thirty the next morning and found her sprawled face down and naked atop the sheets, her firm butt jutting up in invitation. “Wake up, sleepy head,” I whispered in her ear, while giving her a gentle slap on her bum.
Slowly rousing, she finally saw me sitting next to her, but it took her seconds before she realized she was lying naked and that I had touched her ass. “Mr. Burns! What are you doing! I’m naked,” she shrieked, moving away and curling into a ball.
“If you want to come to the beach with me you’ve got to get up now. Breakfast will be served in ten, so get your little butt into the shower,” I said laughing. “We’re going to a beach up the coast, about a half hour drive, so bring everything you need.”
“What about Sam? When did she get in last night anyway?” she asked. As we both looked over at my sweet daughter sprawled across her bed, we knew she wouldn’t be going anywhere for hours.
THE END OF CHAPTER ONE