A Nun Falls

"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 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 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 little time, Chicago's quite a ways away, do you think you'll be able,"...... and moved her fingers to my already eager cock. I t 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 setting 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, "Who 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, just you and me Daddy."