A Nun Falls

"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 three quarters of an 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. I mean he's 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, we but 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.