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My Sister The Nun ch.2
"How many times did you fuck them?" asked Robert.
"All of them?"
"'Bout fifteen times."
"Each?" asked Robert.
"No ... all together. What do you think I am?"
"A machine?" Jim said from the back seat.
"Jesus Eric, what happened then?"
"I was told that I was very good, and a date was arranged."
"With which one?
"All of them ... next Saturday. They want to have a foursome, whatever that is."
"Can you understand why his nuts hurt Jim?"
"Maybe it's to much weight lifting Bob."
"Yah that's probably it."
They arrived at the house and walked slowly so Eric could keep up with them.
As they entered the house, their mother was laying in wait like a commando ready to strike, and then grabbed each one of them for a hug.
"Is Dad ever able to get out of that chair?" asked Robert.
"Only to pee," said his mother, smiling and a little embarrassed at what she had said. "Boys we have a guest in the backyard."
The boys went out into the backyard. Seated on the swing was Robert's ex girlfriend, Jennifer Conley. She didn't appear much older than when they were dating. If she was three years younger than Robert, which meant she was now twenty-six. Her long silky blond hair was down to the middle of her back. She was wearing a Kelly green top, which set off her striking green eyes, and she had on tight white shorts. She knew Robert had always loved her in white shorts.
"Hi Bobby," she said patting the seat next to her. "Sit down a while and talk to me."
"How is it going Jennifer? You married?"
"Kind of separated right now. What about you?"
"Married? No ... not me."
"Why not Bobby?"
"I never really got over you, I guess." He whispered.
"Well thank you Bobby, but that isn't just a line to get me back into the orchard, is it?"
"No Jennifer ... no line."
"You know that I returned from college ready to fight to the death with my parents over you and I being married, but when I got here you were gone. I wrote to you, three or four letters a week, but you never wrote back. Why Bobby?" she whispered.
"The pain of loosing you was so bad I spent almost the whole first year at the bottom of Jack Daniel's bottles. My gut hurt so much that I went to the doctor thinking I had an ulcer. Then I was on a quest to find, and fuck every girl I could get my hands on. Once I had them, that was it and I dumped them. I now believe I was trying to get back at all women for what I believed you had done to me."
"I'm so sorry Robert. I have never really forgiven my parents for the pain they caused both of us. Were any of those girls ... better than me?"
"Shit ... Are you kidding me? Of course not, Jenn. What about you?"
"Well as I said, when I came back you were gone, and nobody had heard from you in a couple of years. I sent letters to your last known address, but nothing ever came back. Where were you?"
"I think that I was lost ... and looking for myself."
"Did you find yourself Bobby?"
"I guess; here I am," He said with a flourish of his arms.
"After a while my girlfriends said they were going to hold a memorial service for you, so I could get you out of my system and move on. I was working as a night nurse at Cincinnati General and met a doctor; Richard, who seemed to be very nice ... at the time. We dated for almost two years and then he asked me to marry him. As I had no other prospects, it seemed like a good idea, so we got married. The only good thing to come out of our marriage was our two children, Bobby and Shelley. Bobby is five and Shelley is almost three."
"They sound great."
"They are the only things in this universe that keep me on track. I think that without them I would die."
Just then Robert's mother came over to them carrying a large book under her arm.
"Hello children," she said. "The bar-b-que should be ready in about a half hour. Are you hungry?"
"Maybe a little Mrs. English," said Jennifer.
"I could eat too, mom."
Robert's mother sat on a lawn chair, which bent under her weight, and said,
"I brought the boy's photo album out for everybody to see."
"Just great mom." Robert said with a scowl.
Ignoring Robert's obvious irritation, she handed the book to Jennifer and asked,
"Would you like to see Robert's baby photos? He's naked in some of them."
Jennifer took the book and said, "I would love to see Robert naked." And under voice she whispered to Robert, "again".
"Well I'll leave you two to the photos. I have to turn the meat."
"Ooooo, that sounds like fun," said Jennifer smiling looking down at her ex-boyfriend's crotch.
"What dear?" asked Robert's mother.
”Nothing Mrs. English."
"Look at this one. Robert's cute little butt, Mmmm, I could just bite it."
"You did." Said Robert.
"Oh yah ... huh? Sweet meat!"
The next page was Robert in various poses. The one that caught Jennifer's eye was Robert totally naked on his back, with his legs spread, and his penis hard as a rock.
"Wow Bobby, even then. No wonder my pussy throbbed for hours after our dates." She whispered again, "I've never met anybody that would fill your ... shoes. Never!"
"So how come the split up?" asked Robert?
Jennifer shrugged and twisted her mouth in an expression of uncertainty. "Don't know. Sometimes married people just get tired of each other; I guess."
They leafed through the book then found a photo in "the religious" section. Robert was wearing a white baptismal dress. A priest was dribbling holy water on his forehead. His mouth was open and his eyes were closed. It looked as though he was yelling to high heaven.
"I'll bet God knew he had a new member that day."
Robert laughed and agreed. His parents had told him on several occasions that his voice rattled the church's stained glass windows. Then he saw the top of a head of somebody standing next to the priest. Turning the page, to the next photo which was taken further back so all of the participants could be in the photo, Robert saw a little girl in the picture; about four or five years old. She had beautiful little face, big wide blue eyes and a terrified expression. She was standing behind the priest, clutching his leg tightly, and sucking on what appeared to be a plastic crucifix.
"I wonder who the little girl is? I don't remember her as being part of our family."
"Maybe she's a cousin Bobby."
"No." he said thoughtfully, "I don't have any girl cousins that I know of."
"Maybe," Jennifer said laughing. "She was the daughter of the priest."
"All that time we went together, and I never knew you had a sense of humor."
"You never gave me a chance to kid around. All you ever wanted to do was fuck me," Jennifer whispered, a smile beginning in the corner of her mouth.
"You always said you liked it."
"I loved it. For a long time there, it was all I lived for. You were great. I'm just saying that I didn't have much time to laugh. Remember when we went to the orchard every night that one summer. My mom couldn't figure why I always wore a dress, instead of shorts or pants.
I didn't have the heart to tell her that it was easier because all you had to do was flip my dress up, pull down my panties, get behind me and do me doggie style. For a long time there I was contemplating, learning how to bark.
Your mom always wondered how someone your age could have so many grass stains on the knees of his jeans. I would have told her, but I didn't want her to stop you from fucking me every night. We were lucky I didn't get pregnant. We did it a whole year until that time I missed my period, then you got some rubbers."
"You think we were lucky, that you didn't get pregnant? I wanted you to get pregnant in the worst way. I wanted to marry you. I was in love with you. I still am in love with you." His voice trailed off.
"I know Robert. Me too." Said Jennifer thoughtfully, looking into his eyes.
"Would you like something to drink?" He asked.
"Maybe a lemonade?"
Robert went over to the table where his mother was cooking. He picked up a lemonade and said,
"Mom I want to ask you about one of my baptism photos."
"Later Robert. I'm right in the middle of dinner."
"I said later Robert," cutting him off. "Later ...ok?"
He took the lemonade back to Jennifer and sat down next to her.
"What happened?" she asked."
Robert didn't say anything. He just looked at the photo and shook his head. Ten minutes later they all stared having dinner. After dinner, Eric suggested a game of horseshoes. He knew it was the only thing that would get his dad away from the TV. Sure enough when the shoes began striking the metal pins, Earl appeared at the back door.
"You guys playin' shoes?"
"Yah dad," said Eric. "Wanna' play?"
"Maybe for a little while."
They played for two hours and everyone was having a good time except Jim, who was sitting at the table talking on his cell phone and cussing out his estranged wife.
"Don't start bitchin' at me Erin. You were fucking that guy at your work, long before I ever started goin' out. Well fuck you too ... bitch."
Jim took the cell phone and jammed it down into the remaining potato salad, then sat there staring at nothing, mumbling under his breath.
"Hey Bro." Said Eric, "that's not good for the salad."
"Don't start with me Eric. Not now."
Jim just nodded his head, tears noticeably welling up in his eyes, a look of frustration on his face. His mother started in his direction when Earl said,
"Leave him alone Marge. He's not eight anymore."
"But Earl ..."
"I said leave him alone. He don't need no Goddamn motherin' now,"
"Bobby," said Jennifer. "Would you like to go for a ride?"
"I ... uh ... don't have a car."
"We can take mine. I have a little Nissan Z."
"Sure if you want."
Robert told his mother that he and Jennifer were going out for a ride and he would see them later. They went out to the front and cut across the lawn. Jennifer's sports car was parked in her mother's driveway.
"Where are your mom and dad?"
"They had to go to a business meeting?"
"You know that I hated them when they sent you to Texas."
"Yah, me too. You wanna' drive?"
"Sure why not."
The sports car was a simple four on the floor, but Robert hadn't driven a stick in years. It took a few blocks, but then he was shifting like a Nascar pro. They moved out of the housing tract, then onto the Expressway. The speed limit was seventy but Robert had the little sports car up to eighty-two.
"Little sucker has some nags. What's it got, about two hundred horses?"
"Two-eighty-seven, and 3.5 liters." Said Jennifer. "When I need a quick orgasm I just take it out on the highway and crank it up. It never fails me. Damn my panties are getting damp right now."
When Robert saw a Police car on the other side of the Expressway, he took his foot off the gas and backed down to sixty-five, then headed for the off ramp, in case the Police turned around. When he saw where they were, he realized they were almost twenty miles from their parent's houses.
"Go down this road," said Jennifer smiling.
"Why what's down there?"
Robert drove down the two-lane road and saw some lights up ahead. There was a gas station and a motel.
"Go in there."
"In the motel?" Asked Robert.
"Well not the gas station, I've got almost a full tank."
Robert sat there looking into Jennifer's beautiful green eyes, not sure what to do next.
"Do you have money?" asked Jennifer.
"Well go in and pay the woman for a room."
She had the same smile she had years past when they went to the orchard.
She again smiled, raised her eyebrows, nodding her head.
"Yes a room Bobby. Although I am very horny right now, I'm not going to do it in the car like a couple of teenagers. Go on Bobby hurry up."
He got out of the little car unsure if everything was real. When he looked back at Jennifer, she motioned with her hand, fingers down as a teacher might do instructing a student to move on. As it was a Sunday night and there was only one car in the parking lot, Robert went into the motel office and a little old lady asked,
"Would you like a room young man?"
"Yes for two."
"You and your wife? Is that correct?" She glared at Robert.
"Yes ... my wife ... yes ... my wife and I ... thank you."
"Number six has a King sized bed. Did you want a King sized bed?"
"That would be fine. Thank you." Robert smiled.
"That will be Forty-five dollars and thirty-six cents, including tax. If you need help with your bags, I'll call my son."
"No ... no thanks I can handle them."
Robert handed her a Fifty-dollar bill. She handed him the key and some change. Robert was so excited he didn't even count it. As he got back in the car he said,
Jennifer smiled and hooked her arm in his tightly, which made it a little difficult to shift, so he drove the fifty-foot distance slowly in first gear. He pulled the car up in front of room #6 and got out. Jennifer was already standing in front of the door, her hands clasp in front of her, like a little girl waiting for a treat at Halloween. Robert unlocked the door and Jennifer ran in making a dive and jumping onto the bed.
"Come here good lookin'. I want to play."
"Oh crap," said Robert.
"That's not very romantic, or sexy Robert."
"I didn't know this was going to happen, so I didn't bring any condoms."
"It seems like the guy is always the last to know." Said Jennifer letting out a little sigh. "Robert I'm on the "Super Pill".
"It's the pill you take so when you wake up in the morning, and know that you're not pregnant, you yell "SUPER."
Jennifer was on her knees in her tight little white shorts, bouncing a little on the bed. Her green top clashed with the orange wallpaper, and large blue butterflies.
"You know Robert, this will only be the third time we will have done it in a bed. We did it once in your bed, when I snuck into your room through your window. Remember, your mother kept banging on your door asking, "Robert, what are you doing in there. All you could say was, nothing mom."
The second time was in my bed when my parents went out to an x rated movie, and you had to be twenty-one to get in. They should have just stayed at home and watched us. They could have saved the ten dollars."
She then pulled her top over her head, and pulled her shorts down, tossing them across the room. She was just in her matching yellow bra and panties.
"Do you like my new panties and bra? I got them just for you."
"Yah!" said Robert taking off his shoes. "What do you mean, you got them just for me?"
"Your mom told me two weeks ago that you were coming for a visit. You didn't think that I was at her house for her cooking, did you? I want your cock inside of me again Robert. I want you to lick my pussy, to make me cum like no other man ever has. I want you to fuck me until I bleed. Seduce me Bobby."
"You know say something naughty, like you used to do when we were younger."
"Jennifer I want to suck your breasts, and lick and suck your nipples. I'm going to take your clit in my mouth and..."
"Close enough. Come here. I'm burning up. I want you to fuck me like we used to do in the orchard ... doggie style."
By the time he tore off his shirt, and pulled down his pants, Jennifer was on her knees looking over her shoulder, panting,
"I'm waiting Bobby."
"In a second Jennifer." He said pulling off his jockeys and his socks.
"I can't wait a second. Come on."
Robert got behind her, took hold of her shiny black panties and pulled them down to her knees. Holding her hips tight he pushed forward, his cock sliding in between her slippery pussy lips. She groaned and said,
"I've missed you so much. Fuck me 'baby'."
He knew that he was home again, as "baby" was her pet name for Robert when they had gone together. Robert was feeling good. Better than he had in a long time. He had missed his chance when she went away to college, but now she knew what she wanted, and he wanted her.
Robert's cock was pushing deep into her pussy over and over again. Jennifer tried to talk dirty to him, but most of what she uttered were just moans and groans. He was moving fast, when he reached around and took hold of her boobs, and squeezed them. She let out a muffled scream and climaxed hard bathing his cock and balls in her juice. This was the same Jennifer as the one he had dated when they were younger, a little older maybe, but just the same. He loved her, and he always would.
After the previous night at his brother's apartment, with the college girls, Robert was in no way ready to cum. He was really going to show her what she had missed. He felt a little guilty for the evening before, however that was a different time and a different world.
He was with the love of his life now, and he knew that she loved him. Only about thirty seconds had passed since Jennifer had cum. She was moaning loud and ready again. He wondered how long she had gone without sex. Her vagina emitted a gurgling sound, more juice and then she was crying.
Robert was really getting into it now. He asked,
"Why are you crying honey? Did I hurt you?"
"No, no, no, God it feels so good to have you in me again baby. I love you so much. I'm crying because I love you Bobby and I have missed you. Ooooo, God fuck me harder baby shove your giant cock up my pussy. Make me cum again, and then cum in me. I want to feel your hot cum squirting into my pussy. Please baby fill me up."
Apparently her arms and legs wouldn't hold her up any more and she slowly eased forward onto the bed lying prone on her stomach. Robert was right with her, still fucking her as hard and as fast as he could. He moved forward on her and began fucking her in a downward movement, so his cock would come in contact with her "G" spot. It worked and she came again. Now she was motionless and very quiet so he stopped, his cock still hard. As he slipped out of her she moaned, but said nothing.
Grabbing one of the small motel pillows, Robert bunched it up and pushed it under Jennifer's stomach causing her butt to elevate. He then pushed her knees apart and moved his face down between her butt cheeks.
Jennifer used to love it when he licked her cunt, constantly begging him for more. Her cute little puckered butt hole was right in front of his nose, as his tongue slid into her vagina, licking and tongue fucking her with it. She was beginning to come back to life and felt him draining the juice out of her.
His tongue was now coming in contact with her clitoris. She screamed in to a pillow and began spraying his face. She was in heaven, fucking heaven. Robert slid his arms between her legs and under her thighs almost lifting her off the bed. His strong arms came around, and his hands grabbed her butt.
He thought it almost looked like a couple of naked wrestlers in some kind of a weird hold that hadn't been done before. As his fingers took hold of her cheeks, and he spread her open, he poked his tongue into her butt hole. This was something he had never done, but the way she screamed he was sure she liked it.
As Robert was holding her up, almost upside down, his lips took hold of her swollen engorged clitoris. He sucked on "the little man in the boat" as though it was a small penis. Her vagina began pumping, opening and closing as though it was groping for his cock. Moving his legs out from under her he laid on his back not letting her go, still sucking on her clit and pussy lips.
Jennifer was lost in the fantastic lust he was providing. She had never had sex like this before, even with Robert. She was laying flat on his stomach, and she saw that his cock was pointing toward the ceiling. Jennifer slowly took hold of it with both hands. Pulling it Robert thought she was going to jack him off, however she did something she had never done in the past. She slipped the head of his cock into her mouth and began sucking lightly.
"Honey you don't have to do that. You never wanted too before."
Removing her mouth for a few seconds, she licked up and down the engorged shaft, causing Robert to groan. She said,
"Baby, if you love me enough to stick your tongue in my butt, I can suck your cock; besides I really like the way it feels in my mouth."
Jennifer licked it again, this time from his balls to the end of his cock.
"Damn," she said. "Why didn't I do this when we were going together?"
"You thought it was gross."
"I was young and dumb. I'm sorry baby."
His cock again disappeared into her mouth and she sucked harder, as Robert slid his tongue into her bright red pussy. He was fascinated as her vagina was making involuntary contractions apparently attempting to suck his tongue into its depths.
Her vagina was doing the same thing to Robert's tongue that her mouth was doing to his cock. All he really had to do was just relax, as if any guy could relax with a beautiful girl who had her mouth on his penis. He was beginning to get that devastating feeling again, the one he had experienced so many times in the orchard.
He felt it his back, a slight pain but a good pain. He then felt a tightening in his balls. She was going to make him cum in her mouth. He couldn't believe it. When they were younger he would have never have suggested it. Suddenly she stopped, raised her head and moaned loudly. Her sweet delectable juices began dribbling out of her pussy. He sucked them up and moved his mouth all around her saturated slippery pussy lips, causing her to be at the height of her pleasure. She groaned again and more liquid came dribbling out.
"Wait ... wait ... Jesus Bobby!"
Now it was like she was frozen in time, not moving, her discharge oozing down from her pink pussy on to his mouth and chin. He hesitated, knowing he had pushed her over some sexual precipice, and she didn't want to move for the fear of what was yet to come. He pulled one arm free and very slowly, pushed a finger into her swollen vagina, saturating it.
"God no baby ... wait."
Pulling his finger free, Robert slowly entered her sphincter to his second knuckle, and then began to finger fuck her ass.
"Aaaaaaaaa." She cried in a high-pitched voice. That had done it. It had been like opening floodgates on a dam. He thought for just a second she was peeing, but the unmistakable viscosity and the taste of her delightful juice, couldn't be urine. She was climaxing like he had never witnessed before.
Her orgasm could go into the "Gunnies World Book" thought Robert. He now knew that his little girl was a complete woman. She slumped forward, not letting go of his swollen penis. She had wanted to complete what she had been doing to him, but he couldn't have incapacitated her more if he had struck her on her chin and knocked her out.
It was fine. His selfishness had paid off. More than anything in the world he had wanted to pleasure her, and he had done it. No matter what occurred from that time on, Robert knew sex would never be the same for his little girl. He had pushed all of her love buttons, and she was out.
After ten minutes her juice had slowed down to an occasional drip. She had not moved however, so he knew that he had too make the effort. Although he was enjoying the little sucking pulsating show her vagina was performing for him, he knew they couldn't spend the next several hours in this position.
First he slowly moved her sculptured legs to the left, and eased out from under her a little. He stopped for a few seconds as not to startle her. Then he very slowly pulled his legs free and moved away from her on the bed.
As Robert lay next to her, staring at her, he thought she looked like a Renoir painting, only a little thinner. He smiled as he felt Renoir would have given his left nut to paint such a lovely sight. Her ass was gorgeous. At least as nice as any he had ever seen in playboy. He loved her beautiful ass.
To Be Continued ...
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