A NUN’S FALL 2

Feature Writer: Scouries /
Feature Title: A Nun’s Fall 2/
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 2

The beach I led Maria to an hour later was famous in South Florida. Just north of Miami Beach, across the causeway from the shops of Bal Harbour, Haulover Beach was clothing optional, a beautiful stretch of sand where nudists ruled. I hadn’t warned Maria in advance, and as we stepped through the dune vegetation and emerged on the beach, I heard a sharp intake of breath from the young lass. “Oh, Mr. B, what is going on?” she finally gasped, “Everybody’s naked. Oh gosh, look at that,” she said pointing at two naked males’, their equipment swinging freely, just yards away.

“Well Maria, you and Sam told me you hadn’t ever really seen any naked men before, any penises, so I figured that it was time you did.” Seeing her start to laugh I asked, “What’s so funny?”

“Wait til Sam hears what she missed. She is going to be major pissed off with you Mr. B.”

After setting up our chairs, towels and umbrella somewhat apart from the main crowd, I stood and quickly stripped. Seeing the color that rose to Maria’s cheeks and her obvious confusion as to where to look, I almost felt sorry for her, and wondered if she’d dare to strip. As I sat down and stretched on my towel, she finally asked, “Do I have to get naked too?”

“No honey, if you’re not comfortable, just leave your suit on. Go for a walk, see what’s out there.”

“I think I’ll sit here for a while sir,” she said grinning. “I got to admit though, you got me today Mr. B, you really got me. I’ll go topless, but I don’t know about my bottoms.” After sitting topless for about twenty minutes, watching the endless parade of swinging pricks, she turned and said, “Gee whiz sir, they come in all sizes, don’t they? How much bigger do they get when they’re hard anyway?”

Knowing that once she started asking questions, I wouldn’t get any rest, I jumped up and drew her down into the warm ocean waters. After frolicking in the waves, I took her hand and walked with her down the beach, giving her a chance to see and be seen by the hundreds of nudists present. When we got back to our towels, she bent and pulled her little bikini bottom off and then quickly flopped down on her stomach. Looking up at me she said, “Mr. B, just don’t say anything, okay?”

As she lay quietly, hardly breathing, I took the tube of lotion and straddling her legs, started kneading the white cream into her smooth back. Trembling under me, she stayed silent as my fingers moved across her back. Her body jumped nearly six inches when my hands first touched her two rear cheeks but still she was mute, but a deep groan escaped her lips as I ran a finger back and forth along her crack and lightly felt her anal opening. As I caressed the lotion into her muscled thighs, she raised her hips off the ground and spread her knees wider, giving me a perfect view of her pink insides. Feeling the rush of blood to my shaft, I moved from her and lay on my stomach, my body, my head just inches from her. After minutes of silence she finally looked at me and asked, “Would you like me to do your back?”

Smiling I said, “I’m about to turn over M-C, could you do my front instead?”

She knew I was teasing and challenging her, but wasn’t about to back down and let an old man get the best of her. “I’d love to Mr. B,” she said and picked up the tube. Tentatively her hands moved over my chest, so lightly that hardly any cream was being spread. As she touched me her confidence grew and her movements became more assured. After finishing my chest and arms and stomach, she moved to my feet and started upwards. Watching her eyes, I could see the doubt and indecision she had about how she was going to take care of my cock and balls. Finally, with her eyes half closed, she lifted my sack and started to massage my balls.

“Gently Maria, very gently, a man’s balls can be very sensitive honey,” I told her as she increased the pressure on my balls, clearly interested in exploring. Then grasping my soft shaft in her small, cream covered palm, she slowly stroked up and down, a grin spreading across her face as I fattened and lengthened.

“Oh wow, that’s neat,” she exclaimed, “He looked so innocent before but gosh, look at him now, all red and big and hard. I think he likes me,” she laughed. Knowing that if I didn’t move out of her reach soon, I’d bath the little tease in a different white cream, one with no UVA protection, I rolled away from her now insistent grasp.

“That’s fine thank you, I think you got me all covered now,” I groaned.

“Do you want to do my front now Daddy B?” she asked, smiling broadly.

“Later honey, your Dads going to have a quick dip first,” I answered as I rushed toward the waves, my big shaft swinging wildly as I ran. We spent the rest of the day tanning and swimming and touching, and I was constantly bombarded by questions from the curious Maria Celeste, most of which I tried to deflect, telling her to ask her Mom or Sam.

That evening, when Maria told Sam about our day at the beach, I thought my beautiful daughter was going to have a heart attack. “Why didn’t you wake me,” she wailed, “Can we go tomorrow?”

“I can’t tomorrow, and New Years is Saturday night, so I don’t know, maybe next Tuesday or Wednesday,” I offered.

“But we’re going home Wednesday night Dad. I want to go tomorrow,” she said pouting.

“Why don’t you get your Latino boyfriend to take you, what’s his name, Juan?”

“Daddy! I can’t believe you’d want me to go with a boy my age, it’s indecent, what would Maria’s Mom think if she heard you were encouraging your daughters to go on dates at nude beaches? C’mon Dad, get real!”

New Years Eve the girls insisted I escort them for the evening, insisting they preferred me to the boys in the night clubs. At midnight, all of us having drunk too much, I kissed each of my girls, and unlike the night of their birthday, this time our kisses were long and tongue filled. As we danced they both felt my full hardness, learned how it felt to have a man’s hands on their asses, his body grinding against them. We somehow got home around four in the morning, the more sober girls supporting their staggering old man. I stumbled as we approached my bed and lay half on, half off as the two stared at me. “C’mon M-C, we got to get his clothes off,” sighed Samantha. After undoing first my shirt, then my shoes and socks, the girls finally grabbed my legs and struggling, pulled my slacks down, my shorts coming with them. “Look Maria, he’s still hard.”

“He smells too. We better get him in the shower. C’mon Sam, he’d do the same for us.”

“Okay, okay. We better get naked if we’re going to get in the shower. No point in ruining the dresses.”

Though not sober, I was aware of their young bodies as they washed me, their soapy hands relentlessly moving over me, the three of us squeezed into the small cubicle. As Maria stood behind me, her breasts pressed into my back, she reached a hand around and caressed my chest while the other slid over my ass. Meanwhile, my innocent daughter facing me kissed one of my nipples as her soapy hands stroked my penis eagerly. Seeming unable to stop her hands, it was only Maria’s cry of “Cripes Sam, that’s enough! You’re going to pull it off,” that slowed her down, awakening her from her sexual reverie.

“I was just making sure it was clean Miss Molloy! Lets get him dried and into bed.” After getting me comfortable, I could feel both of them on the bed, watching me, and could sense their excitement, a naked man so close. “I think I better stay Maria, Dad may need me tonight,” Sam began, “Why don’t you go to your room, I’m okay here.”

As I felt Maria’s soft body move in against me, she said, “It’s probably best Sam if one of us is on each side of Daddy, we don’t want him to fall out of bed.” They were both giggling as Samantha took up her place on the other side of me, and my last memory of the night was hearing Sam’s voice whispering to her friend, “It’s so big. Do you think we could ever fit it in? Do you think Dad would mind if we touched it a bit?” I awoke the next morning, surprised to find the two naked teens curled over me, and wondered just what they got up to while I slept.

We went back to Haulover on Monday and it was impossible to control the two girls, Sam watching and commenting on every man that passed. “And you girls complain when men treat you as sex objects,” I complained, but was ignored by my little daughters; they now knew what they wanted in life.

As we ate a late dinner, on the front terrace of one of Collins Avenue’s landmark restaurants, Sam ran on and on about the sights she had seen that day, but then surprised me by saying, “You know Dad, of all the bodies I saw today, all the pricks,” (and each time my daughter said cock or prick that night, I cringed, quickly looking around me to see which of our fellow diners had heard), “you were the main man, you’re pretty good for an old man. Isn’t that right M-C?”

“Big Daddy is certainly big, Sam, as big as I saw,” Maria said laughing, clearly enjoying my embarrassment.

We returned to Cleveland and soon settled back into a more normal life, with the girls spending long hours on their studies and preparations for the S.A.T. exams coming up in early March. Although excellent students and athletes, and already both having received various scholarship offers, they still wanted to excel and they were having a friendly competition to see who would get the highest marks at Miss Priggs. They each dated most weekends in January and February but from my secret spying knew neither had gone much beyond necking and petting. During those weeks they satisfied their sexual hunger in the arms of the other, although I still got my early morning visits peppered with questions about my sex life, an unending source of discussion between the two girls.

In mid March I decided to give the girls a glimpse of my sex life and organized a charade that I hoped they would fall for. I arranged for Jill, one of my college lovers to call the house when I was supposedly out, following a script I had given her. “Mr. Burns please,” she started when Sam answered the phone in her room. Hearing I was out, she continued, “Oh, this is Jill, Jill Brown, his friend from the University. I wonder if you could give him a message for me. Could you please let him know I can’t make the appointment tomorrow at 12:30? Tell Mr. B that something has come up that I can’t get out of, but that I’d like to reschedule, either Wednesday or Thursday.”

“Where would you like to meet Mr. Burns?” asked Sam, clearly intrigued by this obviously young girls call.

“Oh, either at my apartment or if he prefers, tell him I can come to his house. I’m free both afternoons.”

“Does he have your number?”

“Yes Miss, he can call or e-mail me. Have you just started working for Mr. B? I don’t recognize your voice, where’s Marg today?”

“I’m just filling in today, Marg’s sick,” lied my devious daughter, “Can you give your e-mail so I’m sure we have it.”

“Sure, its coedjill@–.com, and please make sure he gets back to me today.”

I was hidden watching the girls when the call came and loved seeing the excitement it caused.

“Maria, some young hooker just called Daddy. I think she thought she was calling the office. I’m serious; yes she called to schedule a rendezvous. [email protected], Christ what do you think she is? Turn on your computer, check out her site. She’s trying to set up a date for Wednesday or Thursday.”

As the two poured over the site, finally finding Coed Jill, available for discreet afternoon liaisons, their excitement grew. “I can’t believe your Dad. Why’s he using prostitutes? He’s good looking enough to get a girl without paying. Listen Sam, we’ve got to stay home and watch him.”

That night at dinner Sam casually told me that a Miss Brown called and that she wanted to reschedule. “I think she meant to call the office Dad, it didn’t make much sense.” Trying to heighten their curiosity I acted a little nervous and guilty, then excused myself, saying I had to make a call. I gave them a minute to reach an extension and then dialed Jill, who was waiting for the call.

“Jill, why did you call me at home?” I complained as soon as she answered the phone, “And how come you can’t come tomorrow? God, I haven’t touched your beautiful body in days.”

“Sorry Mr. B., my sociology prof called me to a meeting and I can’t afford to miss it. I’m already having enough trouble in the course. Can’t we spend Wednesday together? I miss your big prick so much. Can I come to your house; I love it when you fuck me in front of those big windows in front of the lake.”

I heard a soft gasp from Sam, who realized Jill was talking about her bed, a bed she had clearly already visited. “Sure honey,” I finished, “I’ll see you Wednesday at noon, make sure you’re well rested, I’m feeling very horny.”

Later I listened to the two as they discussed the call, Sam more upset that a hooker had been frolicking in her bed than the fact that I was using one. “God, M-C, I can’t believe it, he’s been screwing some little slut in our bed,” she ranted, “Wait til I get hold of this bitch.” I watched them testing several locations from which they could see the action, the two finally settling on a large cupboard with louvered doors, just feet from the bed. They even went so far as placing two beanbag chairs behind the doors, Sam saying, “Who knows, they might be at it for hours, we might as well be comfortable.” The next day Sam went to the local spy store and bought a fancy camera, digital and small enough to hide, and spent the evening making sure it worked properly.

“Do you really think we should film your Dad,” asked Maria finally.

“It’s our room and we can do whatever we want,” Sam replied, “Besides, you want to see it as much as me.”

Jill and I put on an inspired performance, the knowledge that the two teens were watching us an added inducement. Over a four hour period I came three times in Jill’s soft pussy, once in her ass, once in her mouth and once over her breasts after tit fucking her. We employed a Kamu Sutra like number of positions, continually commenting aloud, almost giving the girls a running commentary as we fucked.

After we finally finished, and I had escorted the obviously sated coed to her car, I threw myself into the hot tub, trying to recover while eagerly anticipating watching the taped reaction of the girls. And I laughed later that night as I heard the girls rave; the performance clearly had amazed the youngsters.

“She took it into her mouth, the whole thing, golly, did you see it Sam,” Maria gasped.

“God, how big do you think it is anyway?”

“Fuck, I could never swallow something that big.”

“I think he came six times, six times!”

“Ugh, she let him put it in her ass, it must have hurt,”

“She seemed to like it Sam. What a slut she was.”

“I think Daddy’s too big for my cunt, but my ass, oh boy, neverrrr.”

“What do you think it tastes like anyway? That little bitch seemed to like it an awful lot.”

“Do you think she was acting, pretending to like Daddy? She’s a pro.”

“Oh she liked it Sam, that slut has a job she definitely likes.”

“Oh fuck, I want a cock in me. If only he wasn’t my Daddy.”

“We should go into his room some morning and give him a blow job,” Maria said giggling.

“I promise you M-C, I’m going to get laid soon. I think its time I slept with Tommy.”

The comments and conversation went on for hours and when I finally went to bed I was happy, knowing that in the coming weeks and months the action from the girl’s room would be interesting. Immediately their reaction to me changed. Although there had been a powerful sexual attraction between the girls and I for the past year, now it was changed as the two unconsciously fought to compete for my attention. Whenever one of them was in my presence, innocently she would touch me or rub against my body, pressing a firm breast into my arm or putting a hand on my arm or thigh to emphasize some point.

It was like being in a room with two cats, purring loudly as they rubbed against your legs, demanding to be caressed. I could see their eyes continually drift downwards to my groin, my big penis they had seen easily master Jill, now a central part of their dream life. Before they had been just curious, now they knew the joy, the ecstasy a cock could deliver. On Saturdays and Sundays when they visited me in bed, I took to leaving my sheet loose, allowing their hungry eyes repeated looks at the sleeping monster, and even from time to time leaving him fat and erect as we talked.

In late April, Maria surprised me, arriving home one night with a present for Sam. “What is it?” she asked, “How come you’re giving me a present now? What’s the occasion?” A girl who loved presents, she attacked the gift wrapping impatiently, and as I watched from my hiding place, was amazed to see her jump back when she saw what it was. “What the heck is… My God M-C,… Oh shit, you are bad sister, very bad, what do you want me to do with this anyway.”

As I watched the two, Sam’s back to me and the present between them, I couldn’t see at first what the commotion was about, but did see Maria bend down and open the box and offer the contents to Sam. “Try it on,” she hissed, “I want to see you in it.” As Sam finally accepted the gift and slipped her feet into it, watching from behind I thought it might be a fancy thong or edible panties but when she turned and faced the mirror, Maria smiling at her side, I gaped, stunned by the sight of a long plastic prick leaping outwards from my daughter’s pussy.

“You slut,” laughed Samantha, “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“I want you to take my virginity; I want you to fuck me with it.”

“What, are you crazy? Why?”

“I’ve decided, I’m going to have sex with Rick soon, maybe next week. I want my first time with a man to be good, not to have to worry about pain. I want you to bust me.”

“But Maria…”

“Please Sam, who else can do it,” she begged and then moved her mouth to Sam’s already hard nipple, knowing how hot her friend would become as her lips pulled insistently on one while her hand stroked the other.

“Oh stop you slut,” wailed Sam as Maria moved her back towards the bed, pulling her reluctant friend down on top of her.

“Fuck me Sam, fuck your little sister, c’mon give me your big prick,” urged Maria, her fingers now clamped painfully to Sam’s breasts.

“Oh, you bitch, that hurts,” Sam cried, ‘And then in anger rammed the penis deep inside her friend, yelling, “So, how do you like this.”

“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh, oh fuck, oooooooohhhhhh God, oh Sam it hurts, stop, oh my God please stop.”

Coming to her senses, Sam paused, the penis half in, half out of Maria’s now distended lips, blood slowly seeping down Maria’s legs, but then resumed a slow rhythmic stroke. “We have to finish sweetie, I can’t stop now.” Slowly Maria’s groans of pain, her protest, were lost in a new feeling, a tingle of pleasure that started deep inside of her. As Sam recognized the new sounds, the little yips Maria had always made when her clit was sucked and her orgasm approached, she picked up the pace of her penetrations, smashing harder and deeper with each stroke, finally rewarded with Maria’s final surrender, a long primeval scream of pleasure. Resting back against the wall, my huge ejaculation coating the glass in front of me, I watched the two teens on the bed, lying back now, panting, both obviously moved by their illicit, artificial coupling.

“Jesus H. Christ,” finally exploded from the little Catholics mouth, “I just hope Rickie can fuck as good as you sister.”

“Are you OK honey?” Sam asked worriedly.

“Oh shit, I’m sore now. You’re going to have to wait for a few days before you fuck me again Sam,” Maria finished, laughing at her friend.

“Ha, ha, ha. If you keep that up I may make you eat it slut. How would you like to swallow my big cock baby,” she said before the two of them tumbled into each others arms giggling almost maniacally.

In the weeks that followed, the new toy became the center of their games; so much so that I worried they’d never get around to men. First, a couple of days after Maria’s deflowering, Sam lay back and let her friend pierce her, and my daughters screams of passion almost brought the walls down. When I asked the next day what all the noise had been the night before both teens turned crimson and stammered out some lame excuse.

With a book of sexual positions in hand, they continued to explore their sexuality together, even finally working up to anal penetrations and attempts to swallow cock. As they lay in bed one night, exhausted by their play, Sam said, “You know Maria; this thing we’ve been using fills us pretty well, and its seven inches long. How big is Rick anyway, do you know?”

“He’s six and a half inches. I asked him on Saturday. He pulled it out and I played with it for awhile. He’s so horny; he wants it worse than I. He came almost before I touched it. We’re going to do it next Friday night; his parents are going to be away. What about Tommy.”

“I haven’t seen it yet but I’ve touched it through his pants. I think he’s smaller than this, I should be able to get him all inside my mouth,” she finished giggling, and then brought the plastic prick to her open lips. “Maria, can you imagine if it was Daddy who was going to fuck us, with his big prick.”

“I wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. I think he’d split me in two. I still don’t know how that hooker was able to take him all and like it so much.”

“It’d be fun to try though, wouldn’t it?” my sweet little teenage daughter said, a greedy smirk on her face. “In fact I think I’ll go back to your store and get the bigger attachment for this next week,” she finished, her tongue licking her top lip.

“Boy, my Mom would kill me if she knew what we were doing, what a little bitch you were to lead her poor little daughter astray.”

It was Memorial Day Weekend when my two beautiful daughters got fucked for the first time, each succumbing to their boyfriends on the road so to speak, but of course I got a blow by blow description later as the two girls talked. They had been practicing and anticipating the big event so long that the actual lovemaking was somewhat anticlimactic and disappointing. “It was good,” started Sam as she talked to Maria, “but it happened pretty quick, five or six thrusts and he was coming. For all his talk he didn’t really know what he was doing.”

“But he did it more than once didn’t he?”

“Yeah he came three times on Saturday night, but once was when he was in my hand and I was licking him. I wanted to tell him what to do, you know, give him instructions, but he thinks he knows everything. How did it go with you and Ricky?”

“About the same, gosh I loved it when he was in me but he was too excited. Do you think we could send them copies of the movie we made of Dad?”

“I don’t think those two are ever going to match what we saw Dad do. I think though I’ll just stay with Tommy this summer and then when we’re at Stanford next year we can go wild. Just imagine baby, two hot experienced Cleveland babes free in Californiaaa”… The two had both accepted the offers that had come from Stanford the week before, wanting to play in their high level soccer program while going to the best school in the west.

The news had hit me hard and coming on top of their deflowering I was at a loss. While wanting the best for my two loves, I finally had to face the prospect of living alone, the joy these two had given me now gone virtually forever. As the weeks passed and their departure approached, so did my lust for them, an animal desire to have them before they left. All year I had fought the urge, the poisonous hunger they created in me, but had been unwilling to break the promise I had made to Maria’s parents to protect her, or the taboo of incest that my daughter made me wrestle with every day.

The third week of August, just ten days before the girls were to leave, we left Maria at home and Sam and I flew to New York for a last chance weekend shopping spree. It was only as we flew back towards Cleveland that I decided, I was going to have these two before they left, no matter the consequences. I was smiling as our taxi pulled up in front of the house, knowing I’d ride the nubile bodies of my two loves that night, having somehow overcome my unease at the enormity of the act.

As my sweet Sam and I skipped up the front steps, neither of us knew it would be one of the last happy moments we would have for years. Just two envelopes, one addressed to ‘Daddy’, the other to ‘Sam’, but the contents devastating to us both. “I’m sorry but I can’t go to Stanford with you my lovely, dear sister,” started Sam’s, “I can’t explain why to you easily, but I’ve decided to become a nun and am leaving today for the Motherhouse. I’ll write more later, please forgive me, I love you so, Maria Celeste.”

We of course immediately tried to find her, to contact her, but had no luck, and her Mother refused to tell us exactly where she was, only telling us that Maria couldn’t talk to anyone for the first year of her studies, but that she had promised to send Sam a longer letter by Christmas. Sam finally agreed to go to school but I knew her heart wasn’t in it, devastated as she was by the loss of her only friend.

Sam got a longer letter just before Christmas but it really didn’t add anything and we both moved through a now dull world, a world devoid of light. It was two years before she agreed to see us again, during a three day trip home to see her Mom, herself back in Cleveland for a quick visit. She saw Sam a couple of times and then came over to visit me for an hour on the last day before her departure. She was still beautiful, her long black hair cascading over her habit, but their was a sadness, a refusal to fully interact with us that was gut wrenching. After she left, Sam lay sobbing on my shoulder, her simple words, “Why Daddy, why is she so unhappy? She knows we love her so much.”

And then this summer, just arranged weeks ago, an agreement to visit us for a week, and we hoped that perhaps this time we could somehow reach her. She had arrived last Saturday, the 12th and Sam and M-C had spent the following five days together, trying to rekindle their feelings for each other. Sam had been interning that summer for a big bank in Chicago, a company she hoped to work for after graduation, so when she was called on Thursday morning and requested to get back to Chicago a.s.a.p., she felt she had to go.

After quickly explaining and apologizing to Maria, she packed but as I drove her to the airport, Sam talked, “Oh fuck, Daddy. Why won’t she talk to me, Christ she refuses to explain, I know she wants to but she just won’t. I know she likes sex, men, we’ve talked about it for years. Now she wears those stupid black things and prays. Shit, she could do so much with her life; she’d make a great mother.”

When we got to her terminal and just before jumping out of the car, she turned to me, gave me a quick kiss, told me she loved me and then added, “You know Dad, if I was a man, I’d tie her to the bed and fuck her until she begged for it, begged to be taken back into our family, begged to be my wife, god I love her so much, miss her so much.” And as Sam walked from the car sobbing I decided that was just what I was going to do…

… “Noooooooooooooo, oh God, no, please not again, ooooooohhhhhh noooooo,” exploded from Maria Celeste’s lips as I rammed into her burning sheath, my cock a sword knifing into her centre. Hers cries, her sobs, her wails of desperation didn’t break my resolve; I knew I had to finish this. Finally recognizing me she redoubled her efforts to break free, thrashing wildly, even manically to escape my thrusts. “Mr. B., I’m promised to God, don’t do this, oh please stop, stop now, don’t defile me, oh please.”

Relentlessly I worked her, intent on breaking her will, on making her body awaken to its true hunger. And of course her body did start to respond, her hips unbidden rose to meet my hard thrusts while her sweet cunt clamped on to me, unwilling to free me until I had spilled my seed, let her reach her orgasmic release. I lay on top of her, my cock still hard and embedded in her, and softly caressed her wet cheeks, wanting somehow to express my true love to her. “Get off, you bastard,” she hissed, “you’ve had your fun, now get the fuck out of here, God, I hate you.”

“Fuck you too, Maria, you don’t think one quick fuck and off you go back to the fucking Motherhouse do you? You’re not that bloody stupid. You’re not leaving this bed until you talk to me, until you tell me why you decided one day to destroy Sam’s life, my life. Oh, you’re a fucking perfect little nun in your penguin suit, aren’t you, bringing goodness to everyone in the world except the people who love you. Well honey, do you feel me, do you feel my big cock,” I yelled, “You always wanted it, do you remember when you lay on my bed hoping to get a peek, or when you held it on the beach, your body trembling in desire.”

I covered her mouth with mine, her protests trapped, and slowly made love to her, making every pore on her body tingle, her body thrashing now in desire as we both came. And then I started again and this time her body was arched a foot off the bed when my sperm flooded into her.

As we lay panting, our bodies bathed in sweat, she started, her voice sad and hollow, “I left because I loved you and Sam, oh, I loved you both so much. I lay hurt and dirty, soiled in my very soul and thought of all the things I could do. I knew the nuns would help me, protect me, accept me… I just felt so dirty, so lost… No, don’t say anything Mr. B., let me talk, just let me talk. The night you and Sam left for New York I went out with Rick, good old Rick… God, I don’t want to cry when I tell this, I’ve cried enough already. We were in his basement, watching TV, Tom and two others came over… we had a couple of beers and then… the four of them raped me and beat the shit out of me…”

“I’ll kill the bastards, I’ll fucking kill them,” a ferocious hate instantaneously born deep within me.

“That’s why I left Mr. B., I knew you and Sam would actually kill them. If I stayed I knew I’d have to tell you, and I knew what you’d do. I hated them so much I would’ve helped. As much as I hated them, I couldn’t take four lives, ruin your life.”

“Oh sweetie, we could have helped you, we love you so much.” We talked for hours, softly whispering, her tearful cheek lying on my chest, her body hugging mine. As dawn arrived I woke her with my lips, playfully sucking her dark, fat nipples.

“Oh you evil man,” she said grinning while she stretched languorously, “I’d have thought an old man like you would only be able to do it once a week.”

“Ha, ha, ha. You should know better. Don’t you remember sitting for hours in that cupboard watching me, and then telling my lovely daughter, ‘Oh Sam he’s so big, he’s so sexy, I could never take your Daddy, he’d split me in two’. How often did you and my daughter watch that film anyway?”

“You knew? You bastard, you set us up,” she yelled and then pounded on my chest. Grabbing her hands and rolling her over I laughed and entered her, pinning her to the bed. “Gosh you fill me Sir, I never knew… You’re big… I feel you everywhere… so fucking tight.”

Smiling, happy at last, I fondled her hard clit as I pumped, knowing from a year of watching that her rising chorus of yips was a prelude to her orgasm. After withdrawing, I held my semi hard dripping cock and offered it to her, “Come here my little nun, taste me, suck your Daddy’s fat prick, taste his spunk, swallow his seed.”

Giggling, she licked him from stem to tip, savoring each white drop she found, and then popped his head in her mouth. As she licked and sucked I hardened, growing big against her tongue. Spitting him out for a second, she mumbled, “He’s too big,” and then took his head back in as her hand stroked the shaft insistently. She continued to milk me after I came, swallowing every drop. “Jesus, how did that slut, coed, whatever her name was hooker ever get that whole thing in her mouth? I think I’m going to have to watch that movie again…”

“Then there’s also your tight little bum my hot little nun,” I said laughing.

“No way, no fucking way Daddy.” Hours later as she lay in my arms she asked tentatively, even nervously, “What are we going to do, I mean the future, you know?”

“You mean after you quit the nuns. Or after you marry me. Or after you have my children. Or do you really mean when am I going to go get Sam, bring her back and both of us make wild love with her.”

As a radiant smile broke out on her face, she shrieked “Oh Mr. B., you mean it! The three of us together! Oh, I love you. Have you ever slept with Sam,” she asked, now clearly ecstatic.

“We’ve been waiting for you. Now pick up the phone and tell Sam you’re leaving the nuns and moving in with me and then hang up. How long do you think it will take her to get back here anyway?”

Laughing she dialed, spoke rapidly and dropped the phone back in the cradle. “OK Mr. B, I think we have a little time, Chicago’s quite a ways away, do you think you’ll be able,”… and moved her fingers to my already eager cock.

It had been six in the afternoon when we had called Sam and we figured she’d be in her car in fifteen minutes and in Cleveland by midnight at the latest. Wanting to be ready for Sam, I slept and woke refreshed at eleven, and then after putting clean silk sheets on her bed, I showered and shaved.

I was standing on the second floor landing when I saw the car lights slide across the front of the house, a towel around my waist, droplets of water still beaded on my body. She came in, disheveled, her hair uncombed, dressed just in t-shirt and jeans. Seeing me at the top of the stairs, she asked, the plea, the hope clear in her voice, “Is it true Daddy? Is she still here?”

As she talked I let the towel fall and opened my arms. “Daddy, oh Daddy”, she cried, and then kicked her sandals off, pulled her shirt over her head and started up towards me, working the zipper of her jeans as she came. Halfway up she impatiently stopped, kicked off her pants, and then rushed toward me, leaping the last four feet into my arms. “Where is she Daddy?”

“Later Sam, first it’s just you and I,” I said joyously, lifting her easily into my arms and carrying her toward her bed.

“You really want me Daddy?… I’ve always wanted you… Since Mommy died I wanted to come to you… I wanted to make love with you so bad… I wanted to be your wife… your little slut… God when I saw you naked I yearned for you in me… You’re so handso…

“Shhhh, sweetie, my little love,” I whispered as I set her gently on the bed, my hand cradling her head, our cheeks curling together. “Oh Sam, I love you so much, God I’ve loved you from the first second I saw you.” The gentle meeting of our lips soon gave way to unashamed hunger, our tongues penetrating the other, interlocking in a dance of lust. Our hands moved easily, feeling, exploring, caressing, reading the body of the other, anticipating the others need.

In just minutes Samantha was writhing, the smell of her sex almost overpowering in the room, and finally pled, “Daddy please, pleassssssssse, I need you in me, now Daddy, now, oh Daddy fuck your daughter, make me your woman, your wife, your lover, put it in, I want to be filled…

Kneeling between her legs I grabbed her smooth ass in my hands, and lifting her up as I plunged into her, I immediately felt her lubricated pussy welcoming me deep, stretching to accommodate my length, my thickness.

“Oooooooooohhhh God yessssssssss,” she yelled, just the beginning of a chorus of howls and screams and moans that rent the air as I moved to please her, to prove my manhood, to claim her love. Our first coupling was short, quickly consummated, but as we lay apart after, panting, our orgasmic juices dripping, we were both smiling idiotically, replete, completely satisfied. A second time I made love to her, this time slower, our orgasms coming slower, every nerve ending in my prick, her cunt tingling as we finally came.

Later, as we lay cuddling, whispering, joking, I lifted my fat prick, and asked, “Would you like to suck me honey, lick me?”

“No he’s too big; I want you to fuck me again Daddy.”

“Marie Celeste was able to swallow him honey, oh, she has wonderful lips.”

“That slut nun! Where is she any way? M-C, M-C get in here you little bitch.”

Quickly Maria appeared; sliding out from the secret passage she had been watching us from, naked and laughing. Leaping on top of her sister, she grabbed her head and French kissed her, then sat back and grinning said, “You’re calling me a slut and you’re fucking your Daddy, my future husband? And your Daddy does taste yummy,” she laughed as she grabbed me and popped me in her mouth. For the next ten minutes two little tongues, two sets of lips fought over my prick and balls, but when my sperm flooded out, they shared, and ended with their mouths locked together, white cream sliding down both their cheeks.

For hours we lay together, talking and laughing and loving, telling stories and secrets to each other, baring all our hopes and desires. Watching the two of them together in my bed, and knowing they would be my partners forever, it was a relief to know I’d never have to go looking for another woman, and that I’d only be sleeping with people I truly loved, who truly loved me. I looked forward to taking their virgin butts. I could hardly wait for my babies these two would produce, children we’d nurture together. I looked forward to my sweet Sam’s long nipples in my mouth, engorged and full of milk for her baby and Daddy. In other words I welcomed the future… but

… but there was something I knew I’d have to do, something I knew Sam would help me with, for after Maria Celeste had fallen asleep, Sam, curled in my arms, had whispered as she fell asleep, “Daddy, we’re going to have to do something about those fucking rapists, aren’t we?”

“Yes Sam, we’ll definitely have to do something to those four,” I promised.

THE END OF CHAPTER 2