The Innocence of Lisa

Sister Antonia was born Lisa. Her parents were dirt poor, her father was unemployed. Mom cuddled with her little one endlessly because she loved her very much. She took the child in her arms and let her suck and lick her nipples to distract the child when Daddy fucked her, and he fucked her day and night because he had nothing else to do. As far back as Lisa could remember, she had been lying on her mother's big breasts when Daddy approached with his big cock to fuck Mom. Her mother had been a lesbian, at least when she was young, and later she often fucked men. That's how Lisa came about and they were a very loving family. As a child, Lisa stared at her Daddy's big cock, the tip of his glans protruding thick and red from under the foreskin, which he rubbed slowly with a grin. Her mother grabbed Lisa and put her to her breast. On the one hand she wanted to distract the child, on the other hand she loved it when Lisa licked and sucked her nipples, that was very hot. Lisa watched, of course, how Daddy's cock disappeared into Mom's big cunthole, and then Daddy pushed in and out of the cunthole really hard and Lisa excitedly sucked and sucked on Mom's teats, because the fucking was very exciting, Mom found it very exciting too and she hugged and kissed the little one in her inner turmoil. Daddy always thrust for a long time in and out, and then very slowly, that was the moment when he squirted inside. Mom gasped a little because she had become horny. She never had an orgasm when he fucked her, but after he had squirted she pressed Lisa tightly to her breasts because she had to masturbate straight after the fucking. Lisa had seen her masturbate many times, Mom's fingers rubbed her big, stiff clit really quickly and Mom pressed her against her breasts when she was soon hit by an orgasm.

Daddy lay happy and relaxed next to them, Mom tickled and cuddled Lisa, because now it was Lisa's turn. She cuddled with Mom because she knew what was coming next. Mom kissed and licked Lisa's pussy and it was wonderful. Lisa felt it rising in her abdomen, she pressed her pussyhole firmly against Mom's lips. Of course, she knew how nice that was for the little one, her tongue licked the little pussy like a little snake. Her lips wrapped around the whole pussy and the tongue snake licked wildly between them. "Now, Mom, now!" gasped Lisa because she couldn't take it anymore. She leaned back because Mom's tongue had finally found her little clit. Lisa opened her thighs wide, she offered her pussy to Mom like an open flower blossom. Mom now licked her clit tirelessly. It was as if a giant was growing in Lisa's body, it got bigger and bigger and burst. Lisa loved it very much, because the orgasm made her tremble and shake for a few moments. Then it was over. Mom licked her clit a little longer until it was completely soft again. Lisa sank into her Mom's arms, she felt soft and safe there. That's why Lisa loved fucking from a young age on.

Her mother was seriously ill with tuberculosis and fucked less and less. Little Lisa took over, she learned to clamp Daddy's cock between her labia and slide back and forth until Daddy squirted. To start with, Mom showed her how to press her labia left and right onto Daddy's stiff cock and slide back and forth firmly. When she leaned forward a little, Mom said, she slid on her clit. She fucked Daddy's cock like that for a long time until he squirted. Sometimes Lisa shuddered and sank forward onto his chest, then Daddy caressed her buttocks, which trembled and shook in a small orgasm. Then Lisa started to fuck Dad's cock again. Mom was very grateful to the little girl for this and licked her clit to orgasm every time the little girl made Daddy squirt. Mom and Dad fucked less and less often, Lisa fucked Daddy often and conscientiously and Mom visibly deteriorated. She made Lisa promise not to really fuck men, to become a spiritual sister and to pray for her poor soul.

After the funeral, Lisa asked Papa if he wanted to fuck her the same way as Mom, now that Mom was gone. At 13, she was much too young to fuck, Papa said, she was much too young and it was enough for him if she clamped his cock between her labia and fucked him to squirt. He would deflower her and fuck her when she was old enough, he had promised. Lisa nodded because she understood and fucked him three or four times a day because Papa was getting sicker and sicker too. Lisa sometimes met Jerome in the garden, he was much older than her and when he came he took out his cock, but it was much smaller than Dad's. She was allowed to grab the cock and pull the foreskin back until the tip of the glans came out completely. He always rubbed his cock himself and squirted on the elder bush. Mrs. Weber, who had watched the whole thing from the window, scolded him and called him into the house to fuck her. She was the only one in the house who fucked the mentally retarded boy day in, day out, everyone knew that and found it outrageous. Jerome's mother didn't come home until late in the evening, after dinner she went to bed and let Jerome fuck her indifferently, he had to do it again and again and she was too tired to feel anything.

Lisa never went to school, she cared for Papa lovingly and fucked him more and more often because she missed Mom's clit licking and orgasms so much. She woke up once or twice a night covered in sweat, her clit throbbing like mad and only calmed down when Lisa rubbed her clit quickly to orgasm like Mom had done it daily.

She earned a few coins when she went down to old Odin's bar late at night and fucked the men in her fashion for a few coins. It filled her with a strange pride that all the men admired her beautiful white ass and wet pussy when she fucked a man in the bar. She fucked in such a way that everyone could see it very clearly when her labia slid over the cock. Once a month she had to fuck old one‐eyed Odin, that was the deal, and in return he told her wondrous tall tales. His real name was Odysseus and he was looking for his wife Penelope. For a very long time, said the old man, who looked like he was 100 years old. Lisa liked to hear his stories, even though they were probably all lies. But he could describe everything he had experienced so well, as if he had been there himself. Gods, sorceresses, giants and the immense expanse of the oceans. He also introduced Lisa to Madame Veronique, in whose house she could fuck lots of men in her own fashion and get paid for it. Madame and the men noticed that Lisa didn't want to fuck for real and only wanted to fuck the men in her own fashion, like she did with her Dad. She could do it perfectly and the men liked her fashion and kept coming back. She went to Madame every day and brought the money home. She was 26 when her Daddy died. She was alone.

The monastery welcomed her with open arms. She was only a novice and after taking her vows she was given a new name, Sister Antonia. She was 30 when the war broke out. It was only in the last days of the war that the Russian soldiers discovered the monastery full of women. Nothing and no one could stop them from fucking the women. Only two dared to refuse. Sister Hermengild and Sister Juda fought back with all their might, the Russians simply slit their throats and fucked their still warm pussies. After that, no one resisted. Sister Antonia hid for two days, then she was discovered.

It was a group of 8 men who looked more like Chinese. They called her 'saikhan emegtei'. The leader was a tall man, he took off her habit. She was full naked and today, at the age of 34, she lost her virginity. He had her lean against the wall with her hands, he spread her buttocks and penetrated her from behind. They were Mongolians and they all had very small dicks like Jerome, maybe even smaller. Antonia flinched when her hymen broke, but he didn't wait a moment and continued to fuck her while she was standing. She didn't get sexually aroused in the slightest, the fucking didn't turn her on for a moment. She let herself be fucked completely indifferently, one after the other man fucked her. The men stayed for three days, they fucked Sister Antonia again and again, which she took completely coldly. The emperor had given up and fled into exile in Holland. The war ended, the Russians left. Sister Antonia lived in another monastery, she was a very good and popular nurse and the war had left enough injured men. She cared for the injured and watched them masturbate when she had to. She didn't masturbate any of them, she just showed them her pussy to get them excited when they started to masturbate. Most of the time she would make the guys squirt when she masturbated her clit to orgasm in front of their eyes, she enjoyed doing that and it made her feel good. At 65, she lost her faith and respect for the churchmen. She went to the bishop and left the church and the monastery.

She wandered around aimlessly. Finally, after weeks, she found work as a nurse, which wasn't easy at 65. She went from job to job, and the year went by pretty quickly. Then she was extremely lucky. She was given a permanent job as a nurse for Baron von Wolkenstein, with full board and lodging and a generous pay. The Baron was still a young man, maybe 23 or 24 years old and bedridden. He had been injured in the war and could no longer use his legs. He was a very friendly, serious boy who spent most of his time in bed reading all the newspapers and books.

Lisa had to wash him from head to toe in bed every morning, which she did with pleasure and thoroughly. He looked good, his body was beautiful and flawless. She only paused briefly before washing his cock for the first time. "What a beautiful and magnificent cock, sir," she exclaimed in surprise, as she grabbed his cock. "I have seen a thousand cocks in my life, but never a beautiful, strong and a big one as yours! If I wash it, it will definitely get hard and start dripping or squirting, I know that!" He nodded and said that she could rub it too and, as Lisa shook her head firmly that she had never done that before, that she really had to wash the cock properly! Lisa nodded and washed the cock with the foaming sponge. Of course it got even stiffer and she pulled the foreskin back firmly, several times back and forth, with the foaming sponge. She pulled the foreskin back firmly when the young man squirted in rich, fat jets. They didn't actually talk about it directly, but she washed his cock four or five times a day with the foaming sponge so that the boy could squirt a lot.

He wanted to write down her life story and she stayed sitting on his bed and caressed the magnificent, large cock absentmindedly, while she told him everything and answered his questions openly and honestly as he wrote. How she licked and sucked excitedly on her mother's nipples, her stiff teats, when Dad fucked Mom. How Mom cuddled with her, wrestled with her for fun, making the child hot and hotter and finally licked the clit of her child to orgasm. Her mother was very good at it and she licked her at least once a day. No, she had never masturbated as a little girl, Lisa answered.

The Baron wrote everything down. How, when she was 8, Mom showed her how to pinch Dad's cock between her little labia and slide up and down until Dad squirted. She called it 'fucking Dad', even though she had never really fucked Dad, never! The Baron nodded, he believed her. She had fucked Dad like that at least once a day until she was 26, when Dad died.

Lisa found it difficult to talk about the other men, but the Baron was very understanding. She had to earn a little money somehow so that they could afford meat, rice pudding was not a good long‐term diet. But they were dirt poor. The Baron nodded, he knew about it, because he paid for the food of an orphanage. Lisa let herself out a little, talking about the public fucking in Odin's bar. How it turned her on to show the guests her pussyhole fucking shamelessly and exhibitionistically. She didn't know the word, but the Baron explained it to her, laughing friendly. She also told him about the agreement to fuck Old Odin once a month and listen to his tall tales. The Baron smiled after listening to one of the tall tales. "Odysseus and his quest actually existed 3,000 years ago, I have a book about it, the Odyssey. I can read it to you sometime, dear Lisa!" he said, knowing that she couldn't read.

Lisa breathed a sigh of relief, the gentleman was very understanding. She also told him about the years when she was allowed to fuck in Madame Veronique's house for good money. She wasn't sure whether she hadn't actually been a whore, but the gentleman waved her off, saying that it wasn't important. She then told him about the 30 years in the monastery and in the monastery hospital, where she had learned all that, the nursing job. No, those were 30 years of real chastity, no fucking, nothing at all. She spread her legs when she watched someone starting to masturbate, but she didn't touch a single cock and didn't let anyone touch her pussy either. She cleaned the cocks after they had ejaculated and made him continue ejaculating with her fist if he hadn't finished. And she only masturbated herself when she woke up at night with a stiff clit. That happened again and again, night for night and she had gotten used to it. The Baron wanted to know exactly how this nightly masturbation went in detail, he was extremely interested. She understood why he was interested and described in great detail how she woke up from a filthy dream and masturbated her stiff, hard clit until she fell asleep again after the orgasm. His pencil raced across the writing pad and his cock became rock hard in her hand.

Lisa massaged him every morning and afternoon, all over his body with a scented oil. After massaging, she got the sponge and foamed him with the fist until he ejaculated. She also told him how the Russians attacked the monastery and fucked all the novices and sisters for days. How she was deflowered and powerfully fucked by all the men for three days, the first and only time, because she never fucked again in the following 30 years. She was very sad when she told him this and she cried a little, but she bravely told him in great detail how she was deflowered and how the men fucked her for three days. She had only been able to sleep for a short time between sex sessions before the next man came along with his small, stiff cock. The Baron asked his questions carefully because he wanted to describe everything as realistically as possible.

He asked her directly if she would fuck him the way the Russians had fucked her, but Lisa shook her head firmly, No, never! He let a few days pass before he asked her again, fuck the other way, like her Dad? She shook her head again, but she was unsure. She had been with the Baron for a year, she had let him squirt in the sponge with her fist several times a day and she had told him everything about her sex life. He pestered her every day, he didn't give up, in fact she gave up. But she was an old, wrinkled woman of 70, not a pretty young thing. But he just laughed, he wasn't athletic enough for the pretty young things, was he!? So one day she gave in.

She took off her clothes and he looked at her curiously. She was small and really very fat. She had a bright, friendly face, but otherwise she was unattractive. Her large breasts hung down heavily and softly to her thick hips, her armpits‐ and pubic hair had fallen out. He spread her reddened labia with his fingers and exclaimed, "Oh God, your clit is so sore!" Lisa nodded, a bit ashamed. "I keep dreaming about your cock, sir," she admitted quietly, "I have really horny dreams about you squirting! And then I wake up two or three times a night and have to masturbate, usually twice in a row. That's why!"

The young Baron smiled. "It's nice that your clit is so horny and insists on its rights!" She didn't really understand it, so she climbed into his bed for the first time. For the first time in years, she masturbated his cock with her naked fist to make it stiff. For the first time in 40 or 45 years, her labia wrapped around the long shaft, she supported herself with both hands on his chest and slid back and forth. A shiver ran down her spine, the old feeling awoke again. She slid back and forth for half an hour and reliably made him squirt.

She stayed lying next to him, they had become intimate. He said he hadn't fucked since he was wounded. Before that he had only fucked one woman. His mother, the old baroness, had taken him to her bed when he was 11 because his father had never returned from Africa. The boy watched masturbate the 65 years old Mom every morning, she let him watch, dirty smiling. When he could squirt, she fucked him, every day and every night, he usually had to fuck five times a day, his drive was very strong at the time. She showed him how she liked it best. She started to masturbate and his cock grew just by watching her. When she orgasmed, he was allowed to fuck her hard and brutally during her orgasm and squirt quickly inside her when her orgasm subsided. He was very sad when he returned home from the war badly injured and found his dear mother dying. He lay next to her, sad and desperate, until she died in his arms days later.

From then on, Lisa lay down next to him and fucked him two or three times a day. He was very happy, it was much nicer than squirting in the bath sponge. She fucked him for a whole year and one day she decided to fuck him "like the Russians," she said to him. "Like the Russians?" he asked doubtfully. Smiling, she rubbed his cock with her fist until it was stiff and stuffed his cock decidedly into her pleasure hole. It was the first time in 40 years. She rode him, but again she felt sexually nothing. After squirting, she lay down next to him and opened her heart to him. He laughed dryly. "Dear Lisa, think of something hot while you fuck me and masturbate your clit while you do it. That will turn you on!" She smiled, but she did it the next time. It worked. From then on, she fucked him and made herself an orgasm, when she wanted it. The Baron must also have liked watching her clitrubbing, she could feel that very clearly on his cock. She took her time to rub her clit, as the old woman had to fight for a long time, until the orgasm made her fall and collapse over his loins, long after the young man had already squirted.

The Baron was dismayed when Hitler became Chancellor. He became more and more desperate as the Reich was heading towards the next war at the speed of an express train. There was nothing anyone could do about it, that was just the way it was. The only way to stop the disaster was with a bullet. He laughed hysterically, he couldn't even leave his room. A bullet! He laughed until he cried.

On September 1st, Hitler invaded Poland.

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