Little Sisters of Chastity : by © Joyce Hamilton   MF FF MM Fdom Mdom

I was sorting through my grandmother's possessions when I came across a padlocked iron-
bound wooden trunk. In the end I smashed the lock with a hammer and chisel and inside 
found a mass of papers, photos, and especially a leather-bound A4 ledger and two bundles of 
handwritten sheets, tied in bundles with  a broad red ribbon. The ledger had a crucifix 
embossed in gold on the red morocco. I knew my grandma had been in a nunnery in her 
youth, but had left the church, married my grandfather in a civil marriage, and been unwilling 
to talk about her 'religious life'. When I was very young, I had heard from somewhere my 
grandfather , too, had been in the Church, perhaps as a Priest. They were a strange household, 
as their housekeeper may have been a nun at some time, and also old Miss Priscilla , who 
died when I was little. I remember hearing her talking to the housekeeper about 'the old days', 
and somehow got the impression that she too had had something to do with a nunnery. But 
neither my grandparents , nor my mother and father would ever refer to any of that .

When grandma died, I was given the job of going north to the big, old house in Penrith, up on 
the moors, to sort out her and grandad's goods; save, sell, or destroy everything. Especially to 
sell the house for the family. I was chosen because I was 'between jobs', 'resting' (I'm an 
actress), or more precisely , unemployed.

Well, there was enough evidence around the house that the couple, their housekeeper , and 
even the silver-haired Miss Priscilla enjoyed a full and varied sex life, and with a huge 
number of different partners. This was not just an 'open marriage', more a continual orgy. But 
that's another story, and I shall probably have to burn all those photographs and address 
books. Some of the uniforms, whips, shackles, dildos etc I'll take back to my flat.....I have a 
lot in common with grandma!  But the ledger and the letters are different. They tell a coherent 
tale, and also explain why the two of them left the Church with their two companions, to the 
benefit of all those sex-partners, male and female. And to my benefit....as I wouldn't be here 
if they had not. I thought it was worth passing their story on, and I hope you will think so too.

I shall take bits from grandma's diary, for that is what the ledger was, and intersperse them 
with the letters between the couple, adding a few other documents. For the most part their 
records speak for themselves and I will not comment any more. 

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Diary entry  Sunday January 2nd 1936  :
It was  Father John's turn  to confess the nuns Saturday , and to take  High Mass on Sunday. 
As usual he was given the guest-suite, and as usual  I waited till the chanting in the chapel 
ceased at midnight  and crept unseen up to his quarters.

He was on good form, and didn't even give me time to remove my nun's habits before he 
bent me over the great arm-chair, lifted my skirts up from behind, gave me a playful spank on 
my naked buttocks, and then the most vigorous fucking, in my cunt from behind. My 
favourite way, as he well knew, though I need my hand underneath, working away on my clit.  
I had been looking forward to this from the Friday, when his short note came, telling me it 
was his turn to take confessions. In the confessional I amused myself by I working myself up 
telling him what I wanted him to do to me.  And as usual he mocked me , telling me I should 
have to do penance by giving him my mouth and arse as well. 'Your confessor has a 
tremendous hard-on the other side of this screen, and can scent you are even worse, you sinful 
girl.' He was right.  I was in a fine, wet, excited state by the end of that confessional, my hand 
up my skirts paddling in the juice. And I stayed like that all day.

So it was over the arm of the chair with me, up with my nun's robes, and straight up into my 
(willing) cunt. He was naked....I love it when he's eager and rough with me like that. And I 
came almost immediately. A good thing, too, as he only needed about thirty seconds before I 
felt his hands grip my naked hips even more firmly, his belly slap-slap even harder against my 
arse, his balls swinging onto my cunt underneath, and finally the slipping-sliding of his cock 
as his spunk was added to my wetness.

We crouched there panting, while cum and my own wetness dribbled down my legs.

'I needed that, Sister Mary. I haven't even wanked for three days.'

'And no novice monks either?'

'Not for weeks, darling.'

'I almost believe you, Father John. You've nearly filled me up. Now chuck me that towel. I 
want to clean up before I undress. Don't want to get spunk stains on my habit.'

'Any new conquests among the nuns?'

'No. In any case you'd know from their confessions!'

I undressed, and hung my black robes beside his . We lay on the bed....me grasping his still-
hard cock, he, as usual, feeling my breasts with cupped hands, and tweaking with fingers and 
thumbs. His cock was sticky, and I licked it till it was slick and shiny.

'Before any more....I got a new commission from Mother Superior today. We've got a novice 
arriving tomorrow, and I'm to be her guardian for the first few months.'

'Moral guardian! That's a laugh. Hope she's pretty, for your sake. That'll be some 
consolation for babysitting her.'

'Here's her photo, look.'

He took the picture from me, and a silent whistle left his lips. 'She's a looker all right. 
Peaches and cream , cute little  blondie. Looks like she's got a nice figure too. But she can't 
be old enough to be a novice. She can't be more than...'

'Fourteen.' I interrupted. 'She's only fourteen, poor little bitch. And the reason's in this letter 
from her step mother. Here, I'll read it to you.....'

                                        ....................................................................

Chalfont Regis, December 27th 1936.
My dear Priscilla, a problem has arisen in our household, and my mind immediately flew to 
you. I hope that the happy memories of our school and college days together will .....

'(I'll miss out all this stuff, Father John)'

'(No, darling. All of it. Remember I'm her confessor. You bet they had happy schooldays 
together, those two. Remind me to tell you about her one day.)'

....  college days together will persuade you to help us.

You will recall that when my husband Cedric died so tragically , blown up by secretly 
smoking a cigar among the chemical fertilizers in his  greenhouse, I married his business 
partner Julius, taking my son Cedric and daughter Lobelia with me. He had an only daughter 
by his first marriage, the same age as Lobelia and one year younger than Cedric.

I regret to tell you that his daughter, Annabelle, has never even attempted to come to terms 
with her new family situation. She is abrupt, even rude with me. Ignores Lobelia altogether, 
and in short makes a decent Christian family life well-nigh impossible.

But there is worse, or I would not trouble you, my dear Priscilla. On Christmas Eve, as usual, 
I crept into the children's rooms to deliver their presents. Cedric's room was empty. Alarmed 
I opened  Annabelle's door. There were two bodies in the bed....hers and Cedric's. They were 
heaving about in a most lascivious way. He was fully clothed, in his heavy pyjamas, but her 
nightgown had been pulled down to her waist, leaving her bosom indecently naked. I sent 
Cedric to his room, and then gave her a strong piece of my mind.

I interviewed Cedric the next morning, and he admitted she had lured him into her bed, and 
that he had had carnal knowledge of her. Not just that night, but often. And not only in 
normal, christian ways........I shall say no more in deference to your religious peace of mind, 
my dear Priscilla. But suffice it to say she has corrupted him, the poor young innocent. He 
begged my forgiveness, and of course I forgave him in a spirit of Christian charity, as I am 
sure you will approve.

Julius and I then interviewed Annabelle. In so far as she was coherent at all, she attempted to 
deny it all....but she was sobbing so much it was difficult to make much sense. Julius seemed 
to be taking her side, but I soon stopped that!

And, in the strictest confidence, that is the second and greatest of my family worries. It seems  
to me Julius is too close to his daughter. There is something wrong, unnatural even, in their 
closeness. To see her hugging him, pressing herself against him, whispering in his ear....well! 
I would have thought little of it. But if she is capable of seducing a fifteen year old, innocent 
boy, well what might she not do with a mature man? I must admit Julius is a man of singular 
potency and passion, as I know to my cost....I feel I may refer to such matters , given our 
former intimacy?.....and I fear he might be unable to resist the temptation of an available, 
nubile girl.

I must get her out of my house, to protect my son and my husband. I am convinced the best 
hope for her would be to be confined as a novice nun, and your convent, being remote from 
her home, and by reputation severe in its regime, would be ideal. A strong dose of Christian 
morality might make her into a decent  person again.

I do hope you will be able to accommodate the needs of your Friend in Christ, Petunia 
McFeeters.

                                           ................................................................

John was giggling as I read, but still feeling me, rubbing my clit oh-so-lightly in a way that 
was close to making me lose concentration. 'Pompous Bitch! Vindictive, too. Let's look at 
that photo again. I can see what she means! Imagine this cute little piece around the house all 
the time. You couldn't blame dad or step-brother for getting the hots. She's given me the hots 
too. What wouldn't she do with a randy fifteen year-old boy?'

'You're incorrigible. I tell you what. I'll put out the light, and you can imagine you're fucking 
little Annabelle while you give me a long slow fuck.'

'Yes, and who will you be imagining, you sexy bit?'

'Why, the lovely new curate who took the service with you this morning. The one with the 
slim hips, black curls, and sexy full lips. What's his name, Father John?'

'Aloysius. Father Aloysius. You have him, and I'll have her. Now the lights!'

In the darkness I lay on my back, legs wide open. I felt his weight on me, the mat of fur on his 
chest pressing on my bosom ,and then his lips on mine. As we kissed he reached between us 
and placed his cock. Still kissing me, a hand on my breast, I felt his cock slide in. He was as 
good as his word, and it was a long, slow fuck, the full length sliding in and out. I grasped 
handfuls of hair on his muscular shoulders, my face smothered in the hair on his barrel chest. 
When I had come for the second time, he increased his tempo, and I found myself imagining 
what it would be like to enjoy the handsome young cleric. So different from my bull-necked 
bear. So slim, so young, almost girlish in his beauty. I found myself murmuring, 'Aloysius', 
and he was whispering endearments to 'sweet Annabelle'. This game went on until he came, 
with me a second or two later.

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Letter from  Sister Mary to Father John.
January 4th Tuesday morning,
My darling Father John......I expect you're fully recovered from your exploits Sunday. Jesus! I 
love our sessions together, and can hardly wait the two weeks till our next. 

I have met young Annabelle, and she is if anything prettier than her photo. I intend to have 
her, and then give her to you to enjoy, my darling. That may be more difficult than I thought. 
As we half suspected, Annabelle is not the sluttish little whore her step-mother described. She 
is sweet, innocent, virginal. I can imagine you licking your lips as you read this! I'll describe 
our first interview....I don't mind if you jerk while you read it, darling. 

I sat at my desk in my black robes and read her step mother's  letter aloud to her. She looked 
so appealing in her thin, white shift and legs bare to mid-thigh. The cloth hid little of her 
breasts and her nipples stood out! As you know, Mother Superior has forbidden all novices to 
wear underwear, and indeed anything other than the white robe and leather sandals. Annabelle 
needed no adornment at all....she was utterly, totally, devastatingly cute. And all the more so 
as tears welled up in her eyes , hearing the accusation that she had seduced her step-brother 
and father.

'It's lies. It's all lies. She hates me because I'm pretty, and her kids are ugly. And I'm clever 
and they're thick. Lobelia is a great lump, and Cedric's a nerd. And it's Cedric who keeps on 
trying to have me. He is always feeling me up when he passes me....my bottom and tits. And I 
have to push him out of my bed nearly every night. I wouldn't have him.....he's a nasty little 
nerd. And there's nothing wrong with me loving my poor daddy.....' She was sobbing by 
now.Tears rolling down her cheeks and wetting her thin shift. You'd have loved the scene, 
Father John, you old sadist.

'So you never had sex with Cedric....or your father?'

'No....nor with anyone at all. I'm a good girl.'

'I'm sure you are....but we need to prove it. You know what a virgin is?'

'A girl who's never....you know.....'

'That's right. And there's a way of proving a girl's a virgin. There's a sort of barrier in there, 
that gets broken with the first man......If it's still there then you must be telling the truth, and 
your step-mother lying.' 

'It must still be there....'

'I need to be sure. Now stop crying and come and sit on my lap.'

'Now, that's nice, isn't it. There, it's nice to cuddle. See, you've stopped crying.  Now, I'll be 
careful not to hurt you, Annabelle, but I'll need to make sure you're telling the truth. We need 
to make sure you're not dry before I try.  Now, open your legs a bit. Do you ever do this? I do. 
I love it. Is that nice, Annabelle?'

'It's nice. But.....'

'But nothing! Just tell me if I'm not doing it right.'

'That's right. It's lovely, but....'

And, John, I tell you, that's the last word she uttered for the whole five minutes it took me to 
bring her to her orgasm. You would have loved to have seen her in her thin shift, arms round 
my neck, pressing herself against me as I fondled a breast with one hand and her clit with the 
other. As she sat I couldn't see her cunt....so I'll just have to describe that to you when I finish 
this letter tonight. Because I intend to see it before  then. Oh, yes! But her legs....John, I tell 
you, you never saw such legs. Slim, long, like a race-horse. I love the full, rounded flesh of a 
mature woman, but for sheer excitement, the legs of a teenage girl!

And as she came, panting against my neck, I slipped my finger up into her. She scarcely 
noticed in her passion, but, amazingly, she hadn't lied. John, she is a virgin. Are you drooling, 
John?....She is a virgin!

'There. That was nice wasn't it. Look at my robes....you've made them quite wet where you 
were sitting! No. Never mind, I love that.  And I am so happy that you have proved you were 
telling the truth, and your stepmother and her nasty little son were lying. If we told the Mother 
Superior, then she would let you go back, and she'd give your step-mother a good flea in her  
ear. She does that well!'

'Oh. Please, Sister Mary, not that. I couldn't go back there. Not now. Not after what he 
said...I mean Cedric. Please let me stay!'

'Well, of course. And we'll just have to keep quiet, so you can stay. I'm so pleased . And I 
promise you I'll look after you like a real sister! Now you go and get your things and bring 
them to my rooms. You must stay here with me.'

'I've only got one spare shift and my comb, toothbrush and wash things. They took all the rest 
away.'

'That's our rule for novices, Annabelle. But you'll be all right with me.'

Tuesday evening. I'll finish this letter now, Father John and give it to the laundry woman to 
deliver it to you, as usual. Give her an extra tip this time, as I think there will be more letters 
than usual.

The little darling is lying naked beside me, fast asleep. She's lying on her belly with her cute 
little rump in the air, golden hair spilling down over her shoulders. I know you like your 
nymphs tanned, John. But the golden hair over her milk-white skin is such a delight. And as 
she lays with her legs slightly open, I can just see those plump little, nearly naked cuntlips. 
Just the lightest fuzz of blonde hair. She has her face buried in the pillow and is snoring 
contentedly. I am almost tempted to gently part her buttocks to see again that sweet little pink 
arsehole nestling there and to gently kiss it. But I'll let her sleep on.

And why is she so deeply asleep? Why, John, I'm sure you can guess. We've spent a happy 
ten minutes, playing a nun's favourite game, her learning the very first lesson in the art of 
love.

You may feel I have been unambitious in my first approach to the seduction of this lovely 
young girl. I am, however, confident that I shall enjoy her fullest favours. And , dear Father 
John, that you will too, in your turn.

After supper and chapel, she walked back with me to my rooms.

I closed the outer door behind us, and with great nonchalence kicked off my shoes, and swept 
my black habits up over my head. I did not even catch Annabelle's eye as I walked, stark 
naked, to the cupboard and hung my robes there. I could feel her eyes on my body , though. I 
don't have to tell you, John, that I have the sort of figure you can't keep your eyes off, 
whether you are male or female. I walked round the room fussing, as if it were the most 
natural thing. 'I shall shower first. Won't be long.'

I was, in fact, fairly long, as I decided to shave my cunt very thoroughly. When I emerged, she 
was sitting demurely on the edge of the bed.

'You're turn now , Annabelle. You can use my oils, talc and anything else you want. Here, let 
me hang that up.' I grasped the neckline of her loose shift and pulled it upwards over her 
head. She stood naked in front of me. John....you would have stood to see her there, stood 
rock-hard and ready! Lord Jesus, what tits! Not full, like mine, but round and firm. The size 
and shape of a round champagne glass. Puffy pink nipples. And her waist slim, belly flat, hips 
still boyish, and those long, long legs. But sexiest of all, John, the imploring look in her bright 
blue eyes, her golden hair falling over one shoulder. A picture. 'You're very pretty, 
Annabelle. Now go and have your shower. There's a nice big dry towel, and a shower hat to 
keep your lovely hair dry.'

I deliberately lay on the outside of the bed, so when she returned she had to climb over me. 
Her breast brushed mine quite delightfully as she did so, and as she parted her legs, I caught a 
glimpse of the rosebud of her arsehole, hairless, and the tight-closed lips of her cunt, pink 
under the light blonde fuzz. And her plump little mound, John, white and full under the wispy 
blonde hair. My cunt was on fire, I tell you and I would have given anything for a hard, stiff 
cock at that moment. I could feel my wetness....perhaps even running onto my thighs. Sweet 
Lord, I was excited.

She lay silent beside me, her hands modestly covering her tits. I opened my legs, placed my 
hand there, and squeezed at my clit. She was watching. 'You won't mind if I do this. I always 
do, or I won't sleep soundly.' I was wanking away now, running my fingers round and round 
my clit. 'Do you do this, Annabelle?'

She hesitated. 'Sometimes, Sister Mary...Not always...'

'Why not do it now. And then I'll feel better about.....'

And her legs opened, her hand parted her labia, her index finger sought out the clit, and she 
started. The rest you know, John. I contented myself with watching this first time....but even 
so it was minutes only before I came, though not quite as quickly as her. Oh to have the libido 
of a teenager again!.

I'll seal this letter in a double envelope as usual John, and try to get some sleep. Though the 
sweetie beside me is , I fear, certain to rob me of some hours as I plan her progressive 
seduction. Goodnight, my lover John. May your dreams be as good as mine. Your mistress, 
Mary.

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Letter from Father John to Sister Mary.
January 5th Wednesday evening.
My dear Mary,
So your novice is as innocent and as lovely as we hoped. I enjoyed your description of the 
first steps towards her seduction, and fully expect that in your next letter you will be able to 
tell me of further advances, further lessons in the art of love.

I have news, my darling. I have had Father Aloysius.  More precisely I have enjoyed a mutual 
fellatio with him. I have had him naked, felt and fondled him, and had his penis in my 
my mouth and mine in his.

I must share with you how I brought this about.

I have been quietly watching this young man for some weeks now. I have become sure he's a 
boy with a very strong libido, and more to the point, it is directed at males as well as females. 
I had observed him in the Cathedral, and was not at all surprised to see his eyes following the 
nubile, and it must be said scandalously scantily dressed tourist girls. But, interestingly, his 
eyes followed some of the males as well. So do mine....as you well know, Mary! But whereas 
I get the hots for the more feminine type of male, I noticed his inclination was towards the 
hairy bear. In particular I saw him almost drooling over a hairy German tourist in absurdly 
tight leather shorts. His eyes were continually drawn to those massive , hairy thighs, and the 
suggestion of a mighty weapon bulging under the worn, grey leather.

Father Aloysius is a man of fixed habits. Every afternoon at precisely 3 o'clock he sits on the 
same stone bench in the cloisters and spends half an hour reading his bible. At two minutes to 
three yesterday I left a booklet of photographs and drawings on the bench, and withdrew to 
watch him , hidden in the clerestory. He arrived on time. I saw him sit down, notice the plain- 
brown-wrapper covered magazine, pick it up, open it. It was as if he had been dealt a blow by 
my fist, below the belt, in his stomach. He was winded! But he recovered, looked furtively 
around him, saw no-one, slipped the magazine into his bible, closed the tome, and scuttled off 
in the direction of his cell. I watched the door. He didn't emerge for four hours.....looking 
rather pale when he did!

Well, that was yesterday. At half past three today,  I wandered past the bench, just as he was 
leaving.

'I shall walk with you a moment or two, Father Aloysius, if I may be permitted to interrupt 
your meditations.'

'Of course, Father John. I have finished my meditation , and was returning to my cell.'

'This is rather delicate, Father Aloysius. Yesterday I carelessly left a book on the bench there. 
And I realise you must have found it. Ah! I see from your face that you did, and that you 
opened it. I feel I should explain. I find an aesthetic pleasure in such photography and 
artwork. What is there to compare with the dappling of light and shade on the naked flesh of a 
young male athlete? Or with the contrasts of angularity....as for example in the strong athletic 
shoulders of a young male and the rounded contours of his limbs, or indeed the contrast of the 
whiteness of his buttocks with the angry redness of ....of....well, of a certain other part of the 
male's body? I'm sure you will understand. Ah! Here we are at your cell, Father Aloysius. I 
must enter with you to explore this matter further.'

'What a delightful room! Not at all spartan, Father Aloysius. I see you enjoy your creature 
comforts! And why not? However, back to the point. The particular contrast I most enjoyed in 
the book, was between a  hairy, muscular body and the smooth, slim body of his partner. You 
will recall the striking series of pictures, Father Aloysius? Ah. Yes. I see you do. It occurs to 
me that the muscular figure could even be mine...it is not of course. But you must agree, like, 
very like.' I swept my black robes up over my head and stood in front of him naked, my cock 
at full attention.My body, of course, as hairy and muscular as any boy could wish. I could see 
his cock hard, making a tent under his black robes.

I stepped the yard between us, and grasped his prick , though the heavy cloth. As I held it I 
lifted the hem of his robes, and to my great pleasure found his buttocks were naked. Like me, 
he wore no pants. 'And just as my body is rough and hairy, so I feel, yours is smooth and 
hairless. Let us see further.' I lifted the hem to his shoulders and whipped the whole hassock 
up over his head to join mine on the floor. 'Ah. What a pity your mirror is so small....we 
might be the couple in the photographs.'

'Father John. This is wrong. We shouldn't.....No, really, Father John. I mustn't.......No....'

'But our bodies say otherwise, Father Aloysius. My what a lovely straight, strong cock you 
have. And I was right about the contrast between the angry red...' I grasped his knob...'And 
the delicate white.' I grasped the slender shaft.  I half pushed, half led him to his bed, guiding 
him by his stiff cock, and we fell on it together, in each  others' arms.

Mary, you would be amazed how quickly his reluctance disappeared. He was all over me. 
Had me on my back, his lips on mine, his cock against mine, bucking and rearing. The bed 
rattled and shook as if we were already fucking on it. I suppose a lifetime of abstinence and 
repression had built up a head of steam of such power that it demanded release. His tongue 
was in my mouth, his fists grasping handfuls of the hair on my back and shoulders, his legs 
intertwining with mine as he tried to cum against my body. But, as you will imagine, Mary, 
knowing as you do my passions, I didn't want to waste his virgin cum splattered between us, 
unseen and untasted.

I rolled on my side, he still wriggling and wrestling against me, and broke away from his grip. 
In a moment I had reversed my position on the bed, and lay with my face against his belly. 
And of course my cock pressed across his face. I felt him grasp it, and then the warm wetness 
as he took it into his mouth. Even before I sucked his cock, Mary, he was sucking mine. The 
little saint was seducing me, by God! But only a moment before me, because that straight, 
slim cock was in my mouth, and I kid you not, Mary, he was coming in my mouth almost 
before I could suck on it, great spurts, as if they had been building up in all those solitary 
years. I gobbled and swallowed, caressing his balls as he came, tickling his anus, doing all I 
could to maximise the force and pleasure of his orgasm. 

His cock was still firm, but he reached down, and pulled it from my mouth. Still he sucked on 
mine, and I had to use all my self control not to come. This was too good, and I intended to 
prolong the pleasure. And above all I wanted to enjoy his body. I love these slim, boyish 
priests, with their hairless chests and girlish limbs. I caressed, fondled, felt all over, while he 
sucked and licked, running his hands through the mat of my body hair. I told him he sucked 
well. I caressed his buttocks. I rolled him over again on top of me , so his tight little balls, and 
his still-hard cock pressed across my face, my nostrils full of the scent of him. I was in 
heaven, Mary. How I wish you could have seen us! I was in heaven, but I was finding it more 
and more difficult to hold back the pleasure building in me. Finally, I let it go, and filled his 
mouth with my cum. He gagged, but swallowed and swallowed, finally licking the last drops 
from the shaft and tip.

We have an assignation (that seems the right word somehow) for tomorrow afternoon, in my 
cell this time. I intend to teach him some further techniques....I leave you to guess what I have 
in mind. As for the pretty Father Aloysius, some of the photos in the book (which I left with 
him) will give him an idea of what might happen at a second meeting.

I wait with baited breath your next letter, with your progress with your little project.

By the way....I said I would tell you why Mother Superior has ruled novices should be naked 
under their thin, summer shifts. She confesses to me regularly that she has lustful feelings 
towards these young girls, and like you and me appreciates the shape of their tits and standing 
nipples. The cotton shift hides little. And the short skirt gives an occasional glimpse of 
delightful buttocks, even cunts. She is not, I think, wholly lesbian....in her confessions she 
admits to fantasies involving young men. You might feel like trying her...not so much for 
pleasure (though I suspect her body is quite good still) ....more perhaps as insurance if we 
should get caught out. She confesses to a female lover outside the Nunnery....though she can't 
see her often I imagine, given the difficulty of leaving your prison for an hour or two, even for 
her.
I'm to bed now...alone, unlike you!
My love , sweetheart, John

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Letter from Sister Mary to Father John.
January 6th Thursday mid-day.
Dear John,
I'm writing this in the morning. I was just too contentedly exhausted to write after my session 
with Annabelle last night. The laundry-woman is delivering to the Cathedral this afternoon 
and will drop it in your letterbox.

You're teasing me with your description of Father Aloysius. Now, you make sure he doesn't 
get so pleased with the male penis that he won't want to pleasure my cunt when the time 
comes!

So the saintly Mother Superior has a lover does she, and a female at that? I'll watch her, and 
see when she leaves the Nunnery. And if it's regular, you can follow her to find out who she 
is fucking, and where. With all the lovely nuns here, most of them only too willing, she is 
either so discrete she has to have lover outside, or else the lover must be something special. It 
will be interesting to find out. And perhaps useful.

In passing, Sister Charity was a bit jealous that I'm spending so much time with Annabelle 
and none with her. I quickly sucked her off this morning to show I still love her!  Do you get 
these problems with your male lovers, John?

Back  to the important things. Last night I got a lot further with our innocent girl. Give me a 
week, and she'll be ready for any sexual practise....you see.

Back in my rooms, she undressed quite naturally, no embarrassment at her own or my nudity.

'Let's shower together, Annabelle. It'll be nice. And you can scrub my back for me.'

It was a bit crowded in the shower, John, the two of us. But all the sexier for that.

'Soap my back for me, Annabelle. Yes like that, round and round. Almost like a massage. 
Your hands on my hips....I'm ticklish there. Oh yes, on my bottom. No don't stop. Oh, all 
right. Now underneath. Thoroughly, now. That's lovely. And the other hole too. Yes, like 
that. Now my legs and feet. I can feel your breast, your nipple against my thigh. Now, if I turn 
round. My breasts. Round and round. See, mine stand up like yours! And my belly. And 
underneath again, just to be sure. Now I'll soap you.'

You are going to enjoy having her in the shower, John. I soaped those hard little tits and her 
pert little bottom. Her skin is a flawless white, breasts, belly, back and bottom. Her thighs are 
milk-white too. It's only from the knees down she's at all tanned. Well as you can imagine I 
soaped her thoroughly underneath, and in the end masturbating her as we stood under the 
needle shower.

Not protesting at all, she leaned against the tiles. I pulled her gently towards me , so she was 
leaning on me, my fingers still working on her clit. I placed my other arm over her shoulders 
and pulled her onto me, so our naked breasts were pressed together. I stopped masturbating 
her for a moment, and now she did protest. I took her hand in mine, and placed in between my 
legs. 'Do me too, Annabelle, while I do you.' Tentatively she opened my lips, ran her fingers 
up the slit, and found my clit. Of course, she knew what to do! So we stood there, in each 
others' arms, each playing with the other's clit.

I felt her coming, her bosom heaving as she panted. I kissed her for the first time as she came, 
and she reciprocated, kissing me back hard. 

'Let's get dry, and finish on the bed!'

As we dried, and combed out our hair, Annabelle was pensive. 'You have lovely glossy, dark 
hair, Sister Mary. What a pity you have to cover it with a wimple all the time.'

'That's the rule, Annabelle. It's because men....and girls too, like you....are turned on by it. So 
it has to be hidden under the wimple. And that's why we wear habits, so people aren't 
seduced into lusting after our bodies, which they are supposed to hide. '

'Then why not novices. I mean I have mine right down to my shoulders. And I don't think my 
shift covers much of my body. I'm sure people can see my bottom sometimes, and my nipples 
often show through.'

'That's a good question. I think the answer is that a lot of the nuns like to be turned on by 
sweet, young novices. The Order makes the rules for Nuns, but the Mother Superior makes 
the rules for novices. She probably likes looking at beautiful young girls.'

'It's not only us, then....I mean not only you and me who......'

She couldn't say it. 'Not only us who are turned on by other girls, and want to make love with 
them? No, of course not. Most of the Nuns are here mainly because they can get plenty of 
chances to play with other nuns' pretty bodies. Now let's get to bed.'

She was eager this time, and we were immediately in each other's arms, kissing.

'I love it when you suck my nipples. Mmmmmm. Do you think all sisters do this? I mean I 
never had a sister, and Lobelia was so ugly.'

'Suck mine now. I'm sure they do. Though I never had a sister either. I'm your big sister 
now.'

'Mmm. I like my big sister. Suck mine again. That's so exciting. It goes right down to my 
clitty. Feel down there and you'll see.'

'Hard little clit, and so hot and wet! But it does just the same to me. Little sister.'

I gave each pink nipple a specially hard suck, and then traced down her chest with my pointed 
tongue, and then into her lovely, puckered navel. Round and round the navel with my pointed 
tongue.

'That tickles.' She giggled.

With my tongue now, tracing circles on her white, flat belly, ever downwards towards her 
mound. Now the tongue in the light blonde pubic hair, and down again, into her slit. I felt her 
tense under my hands.

'Oh! Oh, Sister Mary. But.....No.....You couldn't....'

But by now I had my lips over her clit and was gently nibbling it.

'Oh! Oh!'

My tongue now, running up and down the length of her slit, between her plumping lips,  
lingering with each pass on her hard little nub. Her hips were rising to meet me as I gripped 
them. I felt her hands in my hair, pulling my head closer into her welcoming crotch. She was 
panting, and making little squeaks of amazement and delight. I released my grip on her hips 
with one hand, and parted her lips with it so my whole mouth could work on her cunt. I 
rubbed her with my fingers now, still sucking on her cunt. I could feel her coming. And I 
could hear her, too. The squeaks gave way to a series of grunts, as her cunt raked up and 
down my face.

When she had done, had her last spasm, I returned to caressing her breast, licking one nipple.

'I never knew.....I never thought it....That was lovely, Sister Mary. I never had one like that. 
Never before.'

'Women do that better than men. Believe me, Annabelle. I know! Though there are some 
things men do better!'

'And the other Nuns....?'

'A lot of them. Though not all. Are you going to do it to me?'

'I'll try.'

I knelt over her face, my hands on her tits, partly for balance, but mostly because they 
demanded touching, feeling. I lowered my cunt onto her, and felt her tongue penetrate. It 
didn't take me long, looking at her lovely belly and cunt, her long, slim legs, and feeling her 
firm little-girl tits. I moved my cunt up and down over her face, stimulating my clit and 
cuntlips against her tongue, nose and chin, until I came. 

I had meant to write to you last night, John. But in the event, we fell asleep in each others' 
arms. I woke up in the middle of the night, and her head was on my bosom. Her golden hair 
shone in the moonlight from the high, arched window, and the glazing bars made shadow 
crucifixes over her back and bottom. I lay a few minutes planning my next steps in her 
seduction, before dozing off again.

I hope you are having as much pleasure with your young priest as I am with my novice. Love 
you, John, and looking forward to my next 'confessional' with you.

XXXX  Mary.

                                                       ......................................................

Letter from Father John to Sister Mary
January 6th Thursday evening

Dear Mary,
Our letters nearly crossed, but luckily the laundry woman can wait ten minutes while I add 
these few lines to the letter I wrote this morning.

Don't worry my dear. I have no intention of reinforcing Father Aloysius' homosexuality to 
the point he forgets that girls, too, have bodies worth fucking. I'm still working on breaking 
down all his inhibitions....but you will have him one day. Promise, darling.

As for me, I can't wait to get my hands on, and my prick in, your lovely 'little sister'.

One interesting fact about Mother Superior. Just half an hour ago, I saw her go into the Lady 
Chapel in the Cathedral. Two minutes later, I peeked round the oak door.....it was empty. No-
one had come out of it! Ergo, there is another door in the Lady Chapel. And if you think about 
it, the lady Chapel must be right up against your Nunnery of Little Sisters just next door. 
Interesting? Now, I couldn't see a door, though the heavy oak panelling would be excellent to 
hide one. It will be worth my while watching in the Lady Chapel tomorrow....I can hide 
behind the altar! And for you to watch her, especially if she goes towards the north side of 
your Nunnery (the library, record room, and old treasury for example.)

My love, Mary. I've given the laundry woman an extra hundred francs, and squeezed her bum 
for her. XXXX John.

Letter from Father John to Sister Mary
January 6th Thursday morning.

My darling, and best fuck, Mary,
No laundry woman this morning...but probably this evening, so I'll tell you how the lovely 
father Aloysius and the ugly Father John......Beauty and the Beast.....got on this afternoon. 
While it's still fresh in my memory.

He was early. And eager. And excited. He had the little book, in its plain brown wrapper, in 
the sleeve of his robes.  He dropped it on my desk. His face was flushed...not its usual pale, 
white complexion. I wasted no time  and as soon as the door was shut and bolted, I took him 
in my arms and kissed him. He had learned fast. His leg was pushing between mine, although 
encumbered by our thick , black skirts, and his tongue was in my mouth. I rumpled his curly, 
black hair as we kissed. He had just washed it, I guess, and it felt fine and silky to my touch. I 
reached down between us and felt his cock, grasping the barrel of his shaft through the thick 
wool. He giggled, and felt down for mine. 

'I've been like this all day, waiting,' he said.

'Me, too. and a lot of last night too. I'm glad you're early. Let's get comfortable....I want to 
see you again, I mean naked.'

'Oh, Father John....and me too. I dreamed about your strong legs and chest. And especially 
this lovely hair....and this..'.He was holding my cock, now naked and standing free of my 
religious dress. 

'And I can't get enough of your soft, smooth, whiteness. And this! So straight and slender, 
with its raging red head....'

We stood there naked, kissing, holding each others' pricks, caressing bottoms...he my broad 
hairy arse, me his slim, smooth buttocks. My finger slipped up into his crack....and then I felt 
his index finger feeling my anus. He was whispering in my ear, as if his words were too secret 
for speaking out aloud. 'Father John....in the book you lent me. The boy, and the big strong 
man....'

'I remember the series...I thought they looked a bit like us....' I pressed my finger firmer into 
the outer muscle of his anus.

'Yes, that one. The man....The man. Well he....he put his ....cock.......in the boy's bottom....' 
He reciprocated, pushing his finger hard onto, but not inside, my anus.

You see, Sister Mary, how easy seduction can be sometimes. Here am I laying awake most of 
the night puzzling over the best way to persuade the young Apollo how to accept my cock in 
his bum....and getting well-steamed up at the same time, I might add.....and here is that 
beautiful young innocent trying to seduce me. I decided to have a bit of fun with him.

'I remember that bit. Exciting!' I was cradling his tight , white scrotum now.

A silence.

Hesitating, he continued. 'I mean they are photos....so it must be possible.....And it looked as 
if the boy was enjoying it....and the man.'

'I'm sure they were, lucky couple.'

'Well, can't we. Couldn't we.......?'

'I'd love that, Father Aloysius. Yes, I'd love that. But who has who first?  I tell you what I'd 
like. I'd like you to have me and then me to have you....'

This may sound a bit selfish, Mary. But if you think about it, once he'd given me a good 
rodgering he could hardly complain if it hurt for a minute or two when I fucked him. I'm a bit 
big for virgins, you know. And I enjoy being fucked more before I've come....that is selfish, I 
know.

But in the event it wasn't much of  a rodgering! I lubricated his cock by the simple but 
pleasant method of bending down over it and giving it a good suck, till it was nice and slick, 
especially the raging-red knob. Then a dollop of spittle in my own arse, and bending over the 
leather armchair. I parted my arsecheeks for him, and felt him place his cock. Now, if he were 
a more experienced fucker, or me a less experienced one, what he did would have been brutal. 
He just shoved it in hard. And came immediately. Not a single push and pull for your John. 
Not even the slightest friction on my arse. Not the feel of his breath on my neck or his hands 
on my buttocks. Nothing! A shove, and a load of spunk. Ah well! He'll learn.

My turn now....and I intended this to last. I knelt him on my bed, pillows under his belly, his 
pretty little bottom arched towards me. I spread those white arse cheeks with both hands, and 
looked at the secret rose, the virgin , priestly rose, soon to be plucked by your Father John. He 
giggled as I kissed it, and slipped the tip of my tongue into him. His bottom arched even 
higher back towards me , and he wriggled his arse as I slipped my tongue further in and 
moved it around in a circle. 'Is that nice, Father Aloysius?'

'Mmmmmmm'

I keep a phial of scented oil by the bed for moments like this. I dribbled a few drops into the 
crease of his buttocks, and worked some into his bottom with my index finger. I slipped it in, 
to the first joint. 'This is holy oil. Blessed by the Bishop. Lovely , sweet holy oil for sinners to 
bugger with. Is it good, Father Aloysius?'

'Mmmmmmm.' His arse wriggled in appreciation.

All the way in now, and then slowly in and out. Two fingers now. Almost as broad as a 
slender cock. Now my thumb, so the palm of my hand could fondle his cock and balls while I 
masturbated him, looking for the holy prostate. He was still hard. He was indeed enjoying 
this.

He was ready. He had enough oil in his anus already....as you know, Mary, I like a tight fuck! 
So I placed my knob, and oh-so-gently penetrated. He gave a start, but then his bum arched 
back towards mine again to get the full length. Which I gave him. I bent over his smooth 
back, my hairy chest against his flawless white skin, and kissed his neck. I was full in him. I 
whispered in his ear. 

'Yes! Full! Lovely!' he replied.

I started to fuck him, slowly, carefully, but very deep in him. He was muttering now, 'Must 
wank. Want to wank. Must wank.' His bottom pushed even higher towards me as he grasped 
his cock. My left hand joined his, and I could feel him hard. I went back to gripping both hips 
as I pushed and withdrew. He was wanking in rhythm with my penetrations. I leaned over his 
back and kissed it. I whispered obscenities to him. I told him this was a sin. A pleasure. The 
greatest sin and the greatest pleasure. Sweet buggery. In the holy arsehole of the priest. With 
the holy cock of the priest. Man-on-man. Priest-on-priest. Priest-in-priest. Sin!

I was worried I might be fucking too hard as I whipped up my own lust for this virgin. But 
however hard and fast I fucked, he demanded more and more. His hand was flying up and 
down his shaft, and I could hear he was close to coming from his panting, and swearing. 
Good. So was I! 

And as he came, spilling his cum on my bed pillow, so I came in him, deep.

We lay there a full five minutes, me lying on top of him, until a spasm of his anus expelled 
my cock.

'Can we sleep together tonight, Father John.'

'Do you know, Father Aloysius. I think it would be better not to. Believe me, I know. It will 
stay good for us for longer if we don't fuck all the time.'

'But I want you!'

'Or the next man you fancy. I know you young lads....and in any case you're twenty years 
younger than me. Your appetite is new and young. Mine is old and jaded. I know. Once 
you've tasted it, you'll want it a ll the time.'

'Only with you, Father John.'

''I'll see if I can find someone to help me with satisfying you. You like them big, strong, 
hairy, don't you?'

'Like you, John.'

My plan, Mary, is to make him wait a bit, till he's good and randy. And then sell his arsehole. 
I intend to prostitute him. More for the pleasure of selling him, than for the money. Though 
that will be useful.

Must send this now via the washerwoman.
Love from your John XXX

                                       ....................................................................

Letter from Sister Mary to Father John
Convent of Little Sisters 
January 7th Friday morning.

You are very artful, John. Almost manipulative? But remember I want a go at him eventually. 
I'm keeping Annabelle virgin for you, so you make sure he isn't completely gay, just 
comfortably bisexual, like us two. Don't spoil him for me, lover.

News! I followed Mother Superior into the library this morning. She pretended to be looking 
for a book, but I could see she was furtively looking round to see no-one was there. I hid! She 
went to the furthest, darkest corner, and seemed to look through a knot-hole on the panelling. 
Then she went to a dismal statue of some dismal saint...Catherine I think....and.....would you 
believe this...? pressed her palm against the left plaster tit. A door opened in the panelling, 
and I could see an altar beyond it. Your Lady Chapel, surely?

Haven't I done well? I looked through the peephole, and you can see the whole of the chapel 
beyond...to find out if it's safe to use the door.

Be in the chapel at six thirty this evening, and I'll try out the door.

Now for sweet Annabelle.

Last night I had her use the strap-on on me. Nothing of great interest to you, I suppose. But it 
shows how far I've come with her in a few days. Our conversation went like this.

'It's bigger than my brother's'

'But only about the same as a man's, after all. Look, I'll fix it for you. This strap round your 
leg here, and this one round the other leg. Like that. And this one round there. Now, you've 
got a cock, and can fuck your big sister with it.'

'It looks funny.'

'I think it looks sexy. Don't make me wait. I'm all hot and wet. On top of me. Yes, like that. 
Now push. Aaah! That's good. Now fuck me in and out while I hold your tits. Oh Sweet 
Jesus. Yes! That's good. In and out. harder. Your tits under my palms, fuck, yes. Lovely tits. 
Golden Hair. Hips. God, yes. I'm coming .Yes.' 

Well, you've heard me come often enough, John. So you can imagine. But this was especially 
good. Her first active fuck!

'Do me, now, Sister Mary.'

'I'll suck you off beautifully, but I won't fuck you. Not yet.'

She pouted.'Why not? Please.'

'Because I don't want you to finish up like one of the sad Nuns with only half a life. I love 
pretty girls and handsome men too. I want you to enjoy boys as well as girls. So I know it's 
best that the first to go up you should be a real, flesh-and-blood cock, not an  imitation. Trust 
me I know.'

'Horrid virginity. I hate it. I'll do it in myself.' She threatened to stick her whole hand up, 
under the strap-on that still wobbled in front of her.

'No, darling. Look, I promise I'll find you a proper man to do it for you. You wait you'll see 
how wonderful it is. Promise...'

She smiled. 'Soon then. Big and strong like my Daddy!'

'Big and strong, like the Daddy who never had you. Now lie down and open your legs like a 
good little sister.'

Goodbye for now, John, lover.
xxxxx Mary.

p.s. Remember. Six Thirty this evening. And see how I've preserved her virginity for 
you.......make sure Father Aloysius doesn't forget about cunts!

                                              ......................................................

Diary entry for Friday January 7th

I couldn't be sure my letter this morning would reach John in time for him to be in the 
Cathedral's  Lady Chapel at six thirty, but I could hope.

There was no-one in the library.....Nuns don't read much! I peeped through the knot-hole, and 
the chapel beyond seemed deserted. I pressed on the plaster tit, and the door opened. I 
hesitated, but walked through. The panelling closed behind me.

I can be daft sometimes. I hadn't thought of that. I didn't know how it opened from this side. 
Stupid. I could have kicked myself. Worse! I could hear echoing footsteps in the gloomy 
nave, coming towards me. I couldn't think of anything else to do. I knelt in front of the altar, 
as if in prayer.Only my back and my wimple could be seen from behind. Perhaps they would 
take me for one of the religious nuts who hang about the Cathedral. Under my black habits, 
my heart was beating , and I was in a sort of terror.

Suddenly hands on my shoulders, and then under me, groping for my tits. As they tweaked 
my nipples, I knew it had to be! It was! Thank God, it was FatherJohn.

He didn't bother to lower his voice, which seemed to fill the Chapel.  'Well, a pretty little 
Little Sister, doubtless praying for forgiveness for her many sins, doubtless chiefly sexual. 
Have you been sucking and dildo-fucking Nuns?' He lifted me up, one hand still grasping my 
breast, the other on my buttocks.

'Sh! John. Someone will hear. And I don't know how to open the door from this side.'

He laughed. His hand was up under my habits this time. I'd got my (Mail-Order) silky 
knickers and stockings on for him, for a change. 'Mmmm satin-clad bum. Too good. No 
problem....Monaco are playing Dynamo Kiev. Big football match. There's no-one about at all. 
And I know how to open the door. I watched your Holy Mother Superior do it ten minutes 
ago....I've been following her all afternoon.'

As he spoke he guided me up the altar steps,  till we were behind it, and forced me onto the 
thick red carpet. He bundled my habits up under my chin, and then pulled his off altogether. 
'Safe here. No-one comes behind the altar. Except if there's a service of course! But don't 
scream as you come, Mary. Because I tell you, you're going to cum, and fiercely. There's 
nothing like a bit of danger to turn you girls on. Lovely lingerie. Specially for me?'

It was for him of course. I know how he loves it, and especially on a Nun.(And, I believe on a 
Monk as well....but that's another story). 

'I wear pretty things for myself. If you like silky panties and lacy suspenderbelts and glossy 
stockings, then all for the better.'

'I do, Sister Mary,I do. Feel that.' I felt his cock, like a crowbar. And I was so wet! We both 
found a bit of danger exciting!'

'This stuffs getting in the way. Help me get it off, John.' We tugged and pulled until the 
habits were clear of my head. I lay there in my sexy underwear, and my pure white wimple, so 
severe and starched.

'Jesus, I like you like this!' He was running one hand up and down my glossy stockings, 
sometimes slipping it into my stocking-top so you could see his great paw through the black 
nylon, gripping the flesh of my thigh. The other was caressing my bottom, sometimes through 
the satin, sometimes under it, on my buttocks. I was moaning with lust, and cradling his huge 
balls with one hand , while wanking him with the other. 

'Suck my tits, John, how I like it. You know!' His mouth on my breast, and the ripple of fire   
ran from my nipple down to my clit. 'Fuck me, John. Do me here, behind the altar.'

Away of the Nunnery for the first time in the three years I'd spent there, my body was afire 
with its new freedom. He lay on top of me. I could feel the thick carpet under my bum, 
prickling even through my knickers. I felt him pull the transparent crotch of my panties aside, 
and enter me. He had his full weight on me, and my body was lost in his as I came, so 
suddenly as to surprise me.

'Kneeling, John. Do me from behind. I want your full length.' As I knelt I felt him roughly 
pull my knickers down till they were at the top of my legs. His great, hairy paws gripped my 
buttocks, and he took me. In the cunt. 

He was whispering to me. 'Shock Horror! Priest shags nun in Cathedral. Read All About it!'
He laughed and I giggled. 

'Harder, John. I'm coming. Yeeees.'

'And now big sister of the Little Sisters, your sweet, tight, religious arsehole. And over the 
altar, whore-nun.'

'No, someone'll......'

'Worth the risk. Yes, like that!' I was frozen with fear that we would be caught. My face 
pressed into the lacy altar cloth, and the smell of incense. And his cock right up me,deep in 
my arse, and his balls swinging against me with every stroke. Luckily he was excited and 
came. This last one did nothing for me! But I was relieved when we got our habits back on 
again, and became two ordinary religious creatures again.

'The door opens here....' He put his hand up under the skirt of another plaster image, male 
this time. Feel....just pull on its plaster cock... good joke , isn't it? The door opened, and a 
second or two later closed by itself.

'I've been following Mother Superior all afternoon. For what its worth, her  lover is a dress-
maker. A tarty blonde bit with long legs and  pointed tits. Forty-ish, but still a looker. Has a 
shop in rue Gautier. They spent about an hour in the room above the shop .Curtains drawn.'

'Can't see where that gets us...'

'Set Annabelle on her. Get her to seduce Mother Superior. Be good for Annabelle's 
education' 

                                ....................................................................................

Letter from the Novice Annabelle to Mother Superior
Saturday January 8th

Dear Mother Superior,
I know you are terribly busy . But I have something I must talk to someone about. And I'm 
too embarrassed to confess it yet. Though I know it's a sin. Please give me a few minutes to 
talk to you.
Always obedient, Annabelle.

                               ......................................................................................

Diary entry for Saturday January 8th.

Sister Charity sat beside me in the Cloisters after matins today. She was flustered and upset. 
She is jealous; jealous of Annabelle because she is sure that I'm making love to her all the 
time. And jealous of me, because Annabelle is such a delight. She'd like to have a piece of 
that, too.

I decided I'd better  do something to improve her temper. In any case, she's a pretty little 
thing herself, and it would be good for Annabelle to learn about her particular sexual 
preference. I told her I still loved her, and wanted her, and in fact was wet and randy for her 
even as we were talking. She brightened up immediately. And when I suggested that 
Annabelle could come along too, well Sister Charity was positively radiant. I told her to be 
patient for a few minutes .

Annabelle was sitting on a stone bench opposite. I expect the cold stone through her thin, 
knickerless shift was pleasant to her hot little arse! Anyway, she looked a picture with her 
jutting breasts, long legs and golden hair. She was reading....I suspect pretending to read....a 
missal.

'Do you like Sister Charity, Annabelle.'

'I think she's nice. And very pretty, too.'

'Good. Because before we started playing together just last week, I used to do the same things 
with her. And now she's missing them.'

'I can understand. I'm sure I'd miss them now. But why don't you......? I won't be jealous, 
dear Sister Mary.'

'You're a good, generous girl, Annabelle. Look, why not join us. Three together would be 
such fun. Come along.'

Sister Charity had been watching us across the Cloisters, and when she saw Annabelle get up 
and walk with me towards her she leapt up eagerly and met us half-way. 'My cell! I've got all 
we need. How nice of you....and how lovely you look, Annabelle.'

The heavy door bolted behind us, we were all three naked in seconds. Sister Charity is smaller 
and slighter than either me or Annabelle, but very pretty in an elfin sort of way. With her 
wimple off, her hair is short-cropped, gamin-style. She hasn't an ounce of fat on her...but isn't 
really thin. 'Slight' is the best word. Nice tits, though, small and firm, with dark brown 
nipples. The first thing you'd notice when she's stripped is her pubic hair. A thatch of fine 
black hair reaching half-way up her belly . I've seen a lot of girls....nearly all of them 
nuns.....but never as much hair as this. Twice as deep and long as mine would be if I didn't 
keep myself clean-shaven.

She was first undressed...eager I guess!  Annabelle was slipping her open sandals off and I 
was still fumbling with the pins on my wimple  when she was laying, legs open and 
welcoming on the bed. I could see Annabelle about to get onto the bed with her.

'Not yet. You're too eager. First these.'  

'What's that, Sister Mary?'

'It's called a ball-gag. You'll soon see what it's for. Open your mouth , you.' I pressed the 
bright red rubber ball between Sister Charity's lips. 'Lift her head up!' The back strap passed 
behind her head, and I buckled it. 'Now she can't complain. Stop feeling her tits, and turn her 
over. That's right. we need her arse first.'

I strapped her hands together and then passed a rope through the straps, and tied it to the 
bedhead. Annabelle had got the idea, and was fixing one black leather cuff to each ankle. 
'Now stretch her, and clip each ankle to the bed-posts. There, she's ready to start.'

I picked up the stubby cat-of-nine-tails, a braided leather handle, with six or so black leather 
lashes. Annabelle winced as I brought it down hard on the waiting buttocks.

'No!' Annabelle was appalled as red weals rose on the white flesh. But I slashed again. 

'No!'

'She loves it. I'll tell you the story. When she was a novice, like you, she was in another 
Nunnery. Not so easy-going as this one. The Convent of Sisters of Charity. That's why she's 
called Sister Charity now, by the way. Well, they caught her with a candle up her cunt, doing 
what we all do. The bunch of hypocrites that ran the place decided to make an example of her. 
In the Chapel, in front of all the Nuns, they had her stripped naked, and made her lay on the 
marble floor. Then they whipped her, first her bottom, and then her tits. As she lay there, she 
found she was getting more and more excited with each blow. The cold floor, her nakedness 
in front of the Nuns, the humiliation of being whipped...' I paused a moment, to slash at her 
slim, rounded buttocks again.... 'All that was making her excited, and finally she came. A 
much bigger orgasm than she had ever managed with the holy candle! So there you are, 
Annabelle, since then she's wanted to be tied up and whipped. At first it had to be by a nun in 
full habits...wimple and all. Now, it's always her nun friends....but she likes them 
naked...ready for later! As you'll see. Now, you have a go!'

'Oh, I couldn't......'

'Try it! She loves it. And you'll be surprised. Oh, come on, little sister, try it just once.'

Annabelle took the whip, and swished it twice through the empty air. Then, fairly gently, she 
swished the waiting bottom.

'Harder. She wants it hard. Come on!'

This time it was a proper stroke, then another, and immediately another. She was getting red 
in the face, and I don't think it was with the effort.'

'Well! What do you feel?'

'All tingly, as if....well....as if you were touching me.'

'See, I told you it's good. It makes me really excited....and watching you too. Go on , whip 
her some more.'

Sister Charity didn't move, not even to wriggle, as the blows rained down.

Finally, I held Annabelle's arm. 'That's enough, I think. Let me feel.' I passed my hand 
between the novice's legs, and could feel her clit hard, and her lips moist. She did the same to 
me. She was giggling. 'I wonder if she...' She leaned over, and felt Sister Charity between her 
legs. 'She's even worse. So wet! Oh, her poor, sweet bottom. I'll kiss it better.'  She had been 
gently caressing the pinkened flesh, and now she licked and kissed the soreness.

'Well, you wait till you see what's next. Unstrap her legs and we'll turn her over.'

Her eyes were closed, but she opened them. In the black pools was a look partly of fear, and 
partly of desire. She seemed to be imploring us....to whip her some more? Annabelle licked 
each erect nipple, and fondled one breast with both hands.

'Time for that later, Annabelle. Now, fasten her legs like before. That's it. Now, in among 
that thatch she's got you should find a small steel ring.'

'Oh look. It goes right through  the lips.'

'That's right. Now clip this chain onto the ring. Yes. Now I'll pass it under her arse, and pull 
it tight. Can you see how it's opening her up? Now , find the other ring. It's in that hair 
somewhere. That's it. Now pull the ring, and clip the other end of the chain to it. Now, look 
how wide open she is. I had her pierced because she wouldn't shave her cunt, or even have 
the hair trimmed.'

'Look how red it is, against the black hair. And her clit is standing up. Look! Can I have a 
little kiss, please?'

'Just a little one. We haven't finished with her yet.'

'Mmmmmm.'

'Now, did you notice her nipples are pierced too, when you were sucking them.'

'Are they? Oh yes...if I squeeze them I can see the tiny holes.'

'These split rings....that's right. And now the other one. And now this thin , silver chain. 
fasten those wrist cuffs, and now the ends of the chains to the cuffs. And now fix that wrist to 
the bed-knob......and now the other one. See how it pulls her tits up and outwards when she's 
tied. And everytime she moves an inch, her tits are tweaked.'

'I'm everso wet!'

'You're like me, Annabelle. A bit of a sadist! Lovely, isn't it?' 

'Now we're ready. What I want you to do is to kneel over her face, just above her. So she can 
nearly but not quite touch you with her nose. Look at her straining up to get her face between 
your legs. That's right. Tease her. And pull your cuntlips apart, and play with your clit'

I grabbed the whip and gave the victim a slash across the top of her thighs. One strand of the 
cat furled round her thigh, and caught her wide-open cunt. She flinched, and the nipple rings
tweaked her tits charmingly.I think she would have screamed if not for the ballgag, but I 
could also see her labia swelling and her clit hardening even more. It was worth another 
swish, and I gave it to her on the top of her thighs. Annabelle allowed herself the luxury of 
scraping her cunt across Sister Chastity's face, leaving it gleaming. I sat on her belly, astride 
her, and fondled Annabelle's lovely breasts, leaning forward and kissing her. Sister Chastity 
wriggled as the cunt lowered onto her face threatened to smother her. The nipple rings   
stretched her breasts as she did so.

'Is that a strap-on? Over There?'

'Yes. Want to try it?'

Annabelle, skilled now, strapped it to her thighs and buttocks, and was on top of our willing 
victim in seconds. I lay there pressing and pulling at my clit while I watched her fuck.....the 
ripple of muscles in her tight little bottom was entrancing, as was the glimpse of her 
twinkling arsehole. 

'Look at her face!' Annabelle panted the words out. 'Look at her face!'

Indeed, she had gone red in the face, and was biting into the rubber ball-gag. 'She's coming, 
Annabelle. Pull her tits, and she'll go over the top.' I was close to coming too, but decided to 
wait for Annabelle.

'My turn, now, Annabelle. Fuck me. And hard!'

                                         ...........................................................

Letter from Father John to Sister Mary
January 8th, Saturday afternoon.

My sweetest Sister Mary,
You'll be astounded and delighted to hear that I have sold Father Aloysius' arsehole! Yes he's 
a prostitute now, and me his pimp! What fun!

The Vicomte de Goth was kneeling beside me in the Cathedral pews Friday morning, at the 
Commemorative Service for that wicked old bastard General Vigny. Father Aloysius was 
officiating. I noticed the Vicomte was taking more notice of the ceremony than one would 
expect, and guessed the reason.

'What grace and delicacy, my dear Vicomte. What fineness of form and gesture the young 
priest exhibits.'

'I can only agree, my dear Father John. The poise and presence of a ballet dancer.'

Mary, I don't usually envy the courtiers their formal robes.....especially in summer. But I 
could see  the clear outline of his erect penis under the white silk stockings that, amaxingly in 
our modern times, still form part of court dress. I have long known his penchant for pretty 
young men (I am after all his confessor), but even at thirty yards, our slender beauty had 
worked his magic.

'And, my dear Vicomte, I can ensure you that under those robes there is a body as slender, but 
as finely chiselled as any ballet dancer. And a skin as clear as a young girl's. And a body 
nearly hairless.'

A pause as we both mentally stripped the priest. I could see his prick twitch, beneath the thin 
hose.

'I must confess, my dear Vicomte, that I have had him. And a remarkable delicacy he is....'

'You have had him? Sweet Jesus!'

'And so could you, Vicomte.'

'How? Tell me , in the name of God, tell me how.'

'Transfer ten thousand francs to my account with Societe Huysmans this morning, and he is 
yours, in my bed, this very afternoon.'

'To the Bank, then.' He grabbed my arm, and we disturbed the whole row in our pew to make 
our exit. 

He's not my type, as you know , Mary. But you'd have enjoyed watching him .Father 
Aloysius was naked when we arrived, and my client had him kneeling immediately, rimming 
his pretty little arsehole, burying his florid face between the white buttocks, and his tongue as 
deep as he could get. I waited till de Goth was up him......his trousers still round his knees, 
and his thighs crashing into priest's buttocks. He couldn't even wait to strip.  I waited till I 
was certain he was getting his money's worth, and just as important, Father Aloysius was 
having the time of his life as well. I needed him to enjoy this session.....I intend over the next 
few weeks to sell him to all the great and the good of the city, and want his eager compliance.

Le Vicomte emerged two hours later. He shook my hand, and thanked me. Apparantly he had 
him twice in his arse and once in his mouth. The boy came each time! He intends, he said, to 
tell his good friend the Comte de Montcour, who will certainly want to be fucked by the 
young cleric. Do you know de Montcour, Sister Mary? Now, he's much more to my taste, 
whether naked, or even better when he dresses as 'Madame de Montcour' in one of our 
discrete little clubs. You must watch me fuck him one day.  He will also be a useful half-way 
house in the seduction of Father Aloysius. A woman's body and adornments, but an arsehole 
and a cock.

I made sure the Vicomte de Goth tells de Moncour that the price is ten thousand francs to my 
account! 

No letter from you this morning, darling. I assume you've been busy with young Annabelle?
Don't bother to write, as I will be in the Nunnery tomorrow. Father Anselm will be doing the 
confessions this afternoon (don't you and Annabelle go stirring him up with tales of your 
naughtiness. It's not good for the heart at his age.) While all the nuns are in the chapel for his 
Mass, I'll creep in the secret door, and be waiting in your rooms. We'll have all afternoon and 
evening. I'll sneak out again when you're all in evensong. 

Yesterday was a first for me, to bugger a young nun on the altar....even if it was only in a 
side-chapel. Not the first nun I've buggered, of course: but over the altar! A wonderfully 
symbolic act....as well as being an immense pleasure of course. An insane risk, but worth it , 
Sister Mary. 

Prepare Annabelle for me tomorrow. It's time she lost her virginity. Both viginities, the 
female and the male!

Your lover, Father John.

                                          ...................................................................

Diary entry for Sunday January 9th.
Written Monday. 

Annabelle was 'all of a flutter' when I told her the virile and handsome Father John would be 
paying her a visit. She begged me to lend her my flimsy , black lingerie. But I assured her he 
would much rather have her naked....or perhaps dressed as a nun. Best to just go into him 
wearing her simple novice's dress. Men love that virginal innocence, I told her. They get so 
much more of the mature, sensual, even kinky, than they do the sweet innocence.

I left  her at the heavy door to my rooms and  went over to Sister Veronica's cell to spend a 
happy few hours in girlish fun with her for a change. I asked Annabelle to remember carefully 
what she felt, and what he did, and to write a few paragraphs in my journal.

This is Annabelle's narrative:

He looked so strong and handsome, and calm, and assured, in his black clerical garb. I stood, 
silent in front of him, my hands clasped behind my back, and my eyes lowered trying to look 
innocent though my heart was beating with excitement. I made sure my breasts were thrust 
forward, just a little bit. I knew from Sister Mary's journal....which I must admit to peeking at 
once....that he sometimes just bent her over the chair, pulled up her habits and fucked her. I 
half-hoped, half-feared he would do that to me this first time. He was so strong, manly, 
dominating.

But he didn't. He took me in his arms, and kissed me, before whispering flattering 
endearments in my ear. I shivered as his tongue entered my ear and circled it. I had no idea 
this could be erotic, and I could feel my cunt awake. He took my hand and gently bit the 
fleshy part of my palm. I shivered again. And again, as he took my index finger into his 
mouth and sucked it. He had one arm round my waist, but his other hand rested on my 
bottom, caressing me through my cotton robe. As he kissed me, I felt his hand lifting my shift 
at the back, and feeling my naked buttocks, squeezing and pressing them. Now his hand 
between my legs. I was wriggling against him. Even through his heavy black skirts I could 
feel his hardness. I was sure he would be immense, in proportion to his barrel chest, and 
broad shoulders. How I hoped he would be. I could feel my wetness running onto my thighs, 
even before his fingers moved from caressing my bottom-hole, further under, and into my 
cunt. I kissed him even harder, and my hands weren't only pulling his body into mine, I was 
also caressing his muscular buttocks.

He was whispering in my ear again. And like him, I wanted us naked. It took me only seconds 
to pull my shift up over my head and drop it to the polished wood-block floor. He took 
longer, but his black clerical robes fell to the floor, covering mine. He was big....he was as big 
as my Daddy. With the same mat of thick black hair all over his chest and belly, and right up 
to his shoulders. And his cock stood proud, sticking out like a crow-bar. I'd never seen 
Daddy's like that.....Oh how I would have loved to! He was much, much bigger than I 
imagined it would be. I felt a tightness across my breasts, and my heart beat, and my cunt 
tingled. 

He lifted me up....as if I was as light as a child....and carried me to the bed, still whispering 
how much he wanted me. I was responding, telling him I wanted him, urgently. I thought he 
would take me immediately, but he lay me on the bed and fixed his mouth to my cunt, just as 
you do, my sweet Sister Mary. Was he as good at it as you? I don't know, but it was exciting 
to feel the hair on his shoulders under my palms as I pressed him into me, sucking and 
licking. He knew I was close to coming, I think, but I was telling him 'Now! Now! Do me 
now! I want it so much!'

And he did! He lifted my legs up, holding an ankle in each hand, and bent me nearly double, 
my legs over my head. His cock was resting nearly there now, knocking at the door. Still not 
touching his cock or my cunt, he slipped it in an inch, so the rim of his knob was inside me. It 
was lovely. I'd had my eyes closed, but I opened them to see the wild look in his eyes, and to 
see my hands pulling at his nipples through the thick , curly black hair. He pressed in, and I 
felt it stretching my cunt, as it went in another inch. I was so excited, Sister Mary. Then he 
pushed even harder, and I felt the pain you warned me about. But you were right, it only 
lasted an instant, and I felt my pleasure soaring again, higher and higher, as he moved it in 
and out of me. He dropped my legs, and was kneading my tits with both hands. I linked my 
legs behind his bottom, and could feel his full weight on me, crushing me into the bed as he 
fucked me harder and faster. I was really soaring now, and panted out , encouraging him to do 
me even harder and faster. I felt myself coming......and told him. I was crying out 'Daddy. 
Daddy. Daddy.' I shut my eyes, and I came as he fucked me. He was still fucking me when I 
opened them again, and asked him if he'd come.

He hadn't come. And he didn't stop. I was building up again. He whispered to me to turn 
over, and kneel. I felt his hands on my hips, and then the sharpness of his beard on the soft 
skin between my thighs. And then, his tongue round and round my anus. And then his tongue 
slipping into my arsehole. It slipped in and out, in and out, as if I tiny cock was fucking me 
there.

'That tickles....but it's nice, though.'

He stopped a moment and got up. He fumbled among his heap of black robes on the floor, 
and came up with a black, torpedoe shaped object. It started to hum, as if it had a motor in it. 
'This is a dildo, Annabelle. I want you to use it like you use your fingers. Just here.' 

He was kneeling behind me again, and with his hand under me, he pressed the dildo to my clit 
and open cunt. I'd never felt anything like it before. It was lovely , Sister Mary.

'You hold it.'

As I passed it up and down, I felt his finger enter my bottom. He must have oiled it with 
something, because after the first, tight seconds, it slipped in and out easily. I experimented, 
slipping the black torpedo into my cunt. I let it buzz in there before I wanted it on my clit 
again. I was everso excited, Sister Mary. Then, it was his cock. I felt it shove against my 
secret place. It would be too big, I thought, in a sudden panic. But the vibration was so good I 
didn't say anything. Suddenly I was stretched and felt almost a pain. I started, but it passed, 
and I felt him pushing further and further in. I was incredibly full with him, Sister Mary, and 
it slowed me down. I had nearly come, but was back several minutes again, though it was still 
very exciting. Now I could feel his hairy thighs against my smooth bottom, and I knew he 
must have pushed in all the way.

He was gentle at first, but after a few moments I didn't want him to be. I had the dildo right 
up in my cunt, and was doing my clit with my other hand. I made him fuck me faster and 
harder. He must have been waiting for me, because the moment I started to come, he was 
coming, each push deep up my little bottom producing a gush of cum.

After, we fell over sideways. I pulled the dildo out of me, and it buzzed away beside us. But 
his cock was still in me.

'I never knew about that....I thought only boys did it!'

'Was it good . Your second virginity!'

'Mmmmm. Can I keep this?'

'Of course, my sweet. It switches off at the end. Of course you can!'

He has promised to have me again on his next visit....Saturday. And he wants Sister Mary to 
be there as well. Now that will be fun! 

                                                ...........................................................


Letter from Sister Priscilla to Madame Delaconne, rue Gautier
Sunday January 16th

My sweet Sylvie,
How I enjoyed our stolen hours together last Thursday! I live for our weekly rendezvous.

I have a confession to make. You know, since I became Mother Superior I have deemed it 
prudent not to have any 'affaires' with the other Nuns. At first it was difficult to resist their 
lovely young bodies, but I have become used to admiring them from afar.

However, I have been unfaithful to you with a novice called Annabelle. All I can say in my 
defence is that she was so virginally innocent and beautiful....and so available, that I could not 
resist her.

It was Friday afternoon. She had written to me a week before, with a 'problem'.

You know, Sylvie, that I have designed a special dress for the novices. Unlike the Nun's 
heavy and severe black habits, as required by The Holy Church, I have them wear flimsy, 
white cotton shifts.....scarcely reaching the knee, and tight over their breasts. And nothing else 
at all. This is my only concession nowadays to my lust (yes, Sylvie, that's the right word!) for 
these young girls. Any way, Annabelle was the very picture of girlish beauty in her short , 
white shift. She stood there in front of my desk, her back to the sunlight streaming in from my 
high, arched windows. The form of her body was outlined by the sun , as if she was naked. I 
could feel my cunt warming......as you know well, my sweet Sylvie.

So there she stands, demure, her hands clasped behind her back. Nipples standing! Belly 
pushed slightly forward against the thin cloth. Long golden hair over her shoulders. And long, 
slender legs. Her face was set and serious. She was quite entrancing.

I got up and moved to my chair. I gestured for her to sit opposite me....and caught a fleeting 
glance of her thighs, and just the suggestion of the shadow of her crotch as she sat.

'Now, my dear. You have a problem. Tell me. I'm not an ogress, you know.'

'It's so difficult, Mother Superior.' She blushed quite charmingly. I remained silent, smiling 
and nodding in encouragement.

'It's Sister Mary. No. It's not her fault. It's me. I......I....Well I feel.....sinful thoughts when .....
She makes me....Oh, Mother Superior, I can't.....'

'Let me help you, then, Annabelle. When you're with Sister Mary you feel all hot and weak?'

'Oh, yes, Mother Superior. And tight here.' She passed her hand over those swelling breasts.
'And every night I dream about her.....naked. Because she always undresses when I'm there, 
and that makes it worse.'

'And is she so very lovely, Annabelle?'

'Oh yes, Mother Superior. She is lovely.....so lovely.....'

'Come here, little one, and I'll tell you something.' She sat on my lap, my arms around her. 
'I'll whisper, because it's a great secret. When I was very much younger....twenty five years 
ago...I'd just taken my vows. I thought my Mother Superior was a wonderful person, as 
indeed she was. And she was very beautiful too. And I felt the same excitement and pain 
every time I was near her , just as you do with Sister Mary.... I can feel your heart beating, 
Annabelle.'

'Don't take your hand away, Mother Superior. I like it there. On...On...On my breast.'

'Well, my Mother Superior told me what my problem was. It was love, my dear. Just love, 
pure and simple. And she showed me what I needed  to cure the pain.... What lovely firm 
breasts you have, Annabelle, and smooth thighs!'

'Show me. Show me how to cure the pain of love. Please, Mother Superior.'

'Well first we need to get rid of these.' I stood her beside me, and pulled her shift up over her 
head. Her body is everything you could desire, Sylvie. Please don't be jealous. I intend to 
bring her to you, and watch you have the pleasure of her. You know, sweet Sylvie, that I'll do 
anything for your pleasure, Sylvie. Yes  ANYTHING....anything at all, however strange.
However, back to my story!

Let me describe her to you as she stood there naked in front of me. She had her hands clasped 
in front of her as if to modestly hide her cunt from my view. But I could see her lips, 
plumping, and her mound , with it's light fuzz of blonde curls. I've told you her legs are long 
and slim, and her belly almost flat, with just the slightest, feminine curve. But her breasts. 
You wait till you see her breasts. You will drool, Sylvie....at both ends. Perfect!

I pulled my habits off, and stood there in my ugly white knickers, and what you call my 
'straightjacket'. I turned round, and she helped me to unclasp the hooks down the back, till it 
fell to the floor. My back still to her, I pulled my knickers down and stepped out of them. I 
turned round, and before she could say anything, stopped her mouth with a kiss.

Which of us came up for air first? I cannot say, but as we breathed, she giggled. 'That was 
nice!'

I led her to the bed, and we lay side-by-side, immediately kissing again. 'Show me what to 
do, Mother Superior. I do so want to know.'

'My little blonde angel, we all like this! ' I lowered my face to her breasts, and sucked her 
nipple. Then I nibbled the other. My hands were on her belly, playing in the light fuzz of her 
mound, combing it between my fingers. Hers were kneading my buttocks. As I sucked and 
licked the erect nipples, she sighed and wriggled. 

'Let me now!' And her mouth was on my breast. I could feel my juices running! You would 
have loved to dildo-fuck me, Sylvie. I know how you love it when I'm wet.

I reached down between her legs, and ran the side of my hand up between her lips. Her 
arousal was obvious, and I teased her hard little nub between my finger and thumb. 'Oh, I did 
hope you'd do that Mother Superior. I was sure that was what you meant. Oh, don't stop. 
That's lovely. Here, let me too, for you.'

We lay there masturbating each other, kissing, hugging, whispering her pleasure. I started to 
make figure of eights with my tongue, round and round her bosom. Then my tongue 
wandered down her chest to her navel. and round and round that. I was still gently stimulating 
her clit, but was too far down her body for her to reach mine now. Never mind....plenty of 
time for that. In the meantime, she was laying, eyes closed, face flushed, panting, while I felt 
her tits and tongued her navel. Tongue now down over her belly to her open legs. I tasted the 
salty flesh at the top of each soft thigh before plunging into her open cunt. As I licked her, her 
hips rose to meet my tongue. 'Please....' she was muttering, almost incoherent as I sucked and 
nibbled her clit, holding her lovely lips open, one with each hand.

Sylvie, you know how I love a golden-haired cunt! But these plumping lips and pink flesh, 
this proud little nub, it was all heavenly. I can't wait, my sweet Sylvie , to see you dildo-fuck 
her. Because I intend to smuggle her to you. And her tits so firm....her nipples erect and hard 
and as pink  as her clit. I can't wait to see you bring yourself off, Sylvie, your cunt rubbing on 
her firm breasts and hard nipples.

Ah, Sylvie, I have just had to stop writing for a few seconds, my hand up under my habits and 
inside my knickers....doing you know what. I'm calmer now and can continue. But I meant all 
I just wrote when I was anything but calm!

She came, of course, grunting and panting, her belly heaving under my caresses. We lay there, 
silent my arms around her, her cheek against my breasts.

'Let me now.' As she climbed on top of me, her head between my legs, I suddenly realised it 
was all a sham. I had not seduced her. The young 'innocent' had seduced me. I laughed aloud 
at the thought. Further, her 'problem' with Sister Mary was all a farce as well. The skilled and 
thorough way she was sucking and licking me, one finger in my cunt and one in my arse, 
showed she was not a novice in girly-games....despite her white shift. No, she must have had 
sex either with Sister Mary or with some other willing female partner. All this went through 
my head as she worked me up. 

I could feel her breasts hard against my body. I grasped her hips and pulled her down onto me 
so I could reach her cunt with my mouth. In a classic sixty nine, we came together, or almost 
together. She is very talented, Sylvie. You'll love her!

Later, as we lay whispering together I told her what I guessed.

'You little minx. You came here to have me, didn't you? You thought you'd seduce the 
severe Mother Superior, didn't you? What a feather in your cap to have the saintly Sister 
Priscilla! Admit it!' I lightly slapped her bottom.

'Oh, that's nice. Do it again. You won't be angry!' I shook my head, smiling. 'I hoped you 
would let me. And it's not true about Sister Mary either. It is true I wanted her.....but we often 
do it together. You sure you're not angry.'

'No little one.....but I think I'll spank you a bit more!'

'That's lovely! And can I see you again? It was so good.'

'Of course. Tell the other nuns you are having regular scripture lessons. Every Monday and 
Saturday afternoons. And, Annabelle, no confessions! You can confess to me and not to 
Father Anselm or any of the others. Now come here again.'

It's not long to Thursday, Sylvie. You can punish me a little for being unfaithful....I deserve a 
good spanking! Your lover, Sister Priscilla. xxxxxxxx
 

                                       .................................................................


Letter from Father Aloysius to Father John
January 24th

My dear brother,
When you sent de Montcour to me, I thought I was in heaven. Fine silks and satins....AND 
that organ both of us find so exciting. I refer of course to his cock. Yes, I thought the 
combination of smooth, feminine contours and fine lingerie, with the hard cock must be the 
ideal. What a time we had.

But now I've had my first woman, I'm not so sure. I think they are all quite delightful....the 
masculine, the feminine, and the mixture of both. But perhaps that's what you wanted when 
you sent me in to Sister Mary? You see, brother, I'm not so simple as I sometimes seem!

Anyway, I must thank you for lending her to me. And as a reward for your generosity, I'll 
send you this account.

Your way of solving the problem, how to get me from our guest room to Sister Mary's cell 
was amusing. And I did enjoy having you dress me up in Nun's habits, with a wimple 
covering my haircut! I think I made quite a passable young nun....in any case , none of the 
nuns I passed in the corridors gave me a second glance. The danger....and the female clothes I 
guess...gave me quite a hard on, and I had to walk stooped to hide it.  Next time...you must 
dress me in black lingerie, lift up my habits, and give me one in the bum while I'm excited!

You had told me not to knock, so I pushed at the heavy oak door, with its iron studs. It swung 
open, and she was waiting for me....fully dressed in her nun's habits. I shut the door behind 
me, and , at her prompting,  bolted it.

She was giggling. 'You look very pretty, Father Aloysius. Did Father John tell you I mostly 
have other nuns.....and you should dress up ....not to shock me as it were.'

'It was just so no-one would notice me between the guest rooms and here!'

'Oh. Pity! But I'm going to make the best of it all the same. You really are very pretty, you 
know, with your cherry red lips, and virginal white wimple. Come here.'

We were soon on the bed, still with our nuns' habits on. As we kissed, I felt her soft hand 
running up my thigh, under the thick cloth, and took this as a prompt for me to do the same. 
But before I reached even her thigh, her lips were off mine, and she was kneeling over me, 
pulling my skirts up till my cock was bare....it was incredibly hard!
 
Then her mouth on my cock. No softer than the mouths of my male lovers....but different. 
Less suction, more fluttering of her tongue on the shaft and knob. I held her head, her hair 
still  hidden under the wimple, while she tongued me. Then, suddenly she was astride me, and 
I felt the warm wetness of her cunt around it as she sank onto me. We were still fully dressed! 
I can't tell you, Father John, how exciting it was to be fucked by a nun in her full habits.....but 
I expect you know all about that yourself! And how strange it was to be fucked while I was 
dressed as a nun! I must try that with some of my male friends one day.....

She collapsed onto me, and her tongue was in my mouth. She had stopped bouncing up and 
down, and was instead grinding her clit and cuntlips against the root of my cock, so very deep 
inside her. I could feel her gripping it, and then it went even tighter. I could feel her coming, 
her mouth almost painfully crushed against mine. Her hips pressed down harder, and her cunt 
gripped tighter, milking me....and I came too. My first with a woman, Father John.

We lay there....but I was feeling uncomfortably hot with the robes, and her weight inert on 
me. I whispered that I would like her naked.

'Have you ever fucked a Nun before? You must get plenty of chances....'

'I've never even had a woman before....'

'But plenty of boys, eh? I know you priests. The Nuns are the same. After the girls mostly. 
Hey, you look even better stripped. Not as pretty! But sexy all right. Come here! I'll show you 
something.'

She had me lay on my back with my bottom on two pillows. She knelt between my legs. Seen 
from underneath, as it were, her tits were really beautiful and I reached up for them. 'No, just 
lay there and enjoy this,' she said. She was pressing with her fingers on the hard bit between 
my balls and my arsehole, pressing it and moving her fingers in a circular motion. It was very 
sexy. But not as sexy as what she did next. She dipped her fingers in some oil, in a little pot 
by the bed, and passed them over my arsehole. 'Consecrated oil,' she said. 'Blessed by his 
Holiness. I know when you're ready, because your anus twitches when I touch it. Yes, just 
like that. Lovely little bottom....I love them young , smooth, and muscular.' Her finger was 
inside me now. As usual, my arse gripped it tight for a few seconds, but the muscular spasm 
passed and she was moving her finger. I'd never felt anything quite like this.

'What are you doing?'

'You want a commentary? Ok. Well, I've found your prostate and I'm giving it a massage. 
You tell me if it's good.'

'That's good.'

'I can see it is....your cock's twitching up and down. I'm just tip-tapping it with my finger, 
sort of vibrating it.'

'That's even nicer!'

'Good. Now I'm pressing it harder, and massaging it round and round. Now just lay back and 
enjoy, while I milk you.'

Her finger worked away in my rectum, while her free hand felt me, tweaking my nipples, and 
rubbing my belly and shoulders. She didn't touch my cock. I listened while she praised my 
hairless body. My cock was ready to explode, and suddenly it did. I opened my eyes, and saw 
the first spurt of thick white cum stream up and splash over her face. Still she massaged my 
prostate, but she, laughing, leaned over me, took my cock in her mouth, and sucked as I came, 
swallowing hard.

Now you know why you like it in the arse, you men. You've got a prostate....we women 
haven't. Next time you have a boy, massage him....it at the front, about two inches in. He'll 
never forget it.'

'I won't. That's true. I came without you even touching my prick....'

'Now something for me!' She knelt over my face, her cunt over my mouth....and her arsehole 
exactly where my nose would rub it. I stuck my tongue out, but hardly had to move at all as 
she rubbed her slit up and down my face, grinding her clit against my chin, tongue and lips, 
my nose. I held her round buttocks, one hand on each hip, and spread her even wider as she 
raped my face. I managed to move an inch, so my tongue licked her anus too, with each 
down-stroke. She moved slower when I managed this, and my tongue was able to slip into her 
bottom with each thrust, and then into her cunt. Still , I knew it was her clit she really wanted 
to be pleasured, and concentrated on that. She was feeling me all over, and especially 
gripping my cock, which had gone hard again. She started to beat my chest with clenched 
fists, and was riding me harder and faster. I knew she was coming, and held her down harder 
onto my face.

Finally she collapsed on me. 

She rolled off, and we lay silent.

'Now fuck me. Do me like a good Catholic! On top. And from the front.'

It was my first fuck on top, as it were. My first when I was in control. I took a pride in 
bringing her to orgasm, heightening it by sucking on her tits as she came. And then again, and 
finally coming myself with her last spasms.

It was fun, dressing me in my Nun's habits again to be smuggled back to my guest room. She 
put a hand on each of my shoulders, and looked me in the eye. 'Your wimple's not straight, 
Sister Aloysius.' She fussed with it till she was satisfied. 'That's better. Now you really are a 
trim little, pretty little Little Sister of Chastity. All the nuns will want you. You're going to 
break a lot of hearts, you naughty little girl.' Laughing she kissed me. Then she whispered in 
my ear, 'And if you wanted to wear some pretty, naughty lingerie under these sombre 
habits....who would know except me. And I'd love it! Now. On your way .....'

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Letter to Bishop Sescapa Lamucca, from a wellwisher.
February 17th.

My Lord Bishop,
I write to you with great reluctance, but my conscience does not permit me to be silent any 
longer. I write to tell you that the Convent of Little Sisters has fallen prey to the grossest of 
sins, and that the evil permeates to the very highest offices within the Nunnery.
It is notorious that Mother Superior has a lover in rue Gautier. Your police agents will tell 
who who that lover is, and the obscenities they practice upon each other, against all religion, 
and against nature.For her lover is a married woman.
She also encourages the novices to dress in the flimsiest of garbs, that scarcely hide their 
modesty.  Their breasts, their buttocks, their limbs, yes, and more , may be seen to the 
temptation of all within the community. She is, almost openly, corrupting the novice 
Annabelle, a girl of tender years, with her Sapphic perversions.
Several of the Nuns, and most scandalously Sister Mary and Sister Charity, also share 
together a bed of iniquity. Noises from Sister Charity's cell betray her perverted delight in 
being whipped, as if her sins with Mary and Annabelle were not sufficient grounds for her 
damnation.
Father John, of the Cathedral, visits Sister Mary and  the novice Annabelle, and spends the 
day in their cell. Sometimes Father Aloysius will be with them.
When he and Father Aloysius officiate within the Nunnery, and share the guest room, the 
state of the beds in the morning shows clearly their sodomitic practises. I cannot bring myself 
to describe the evidence, but assure your lordship that it is beyond doubt they are 
sodomites.There are whispers in the town that Father Aloysius entertains degenerate men in 
his rooms, while it is notorious that Father John fawns on the transvestite de Montcourt, and 
many others of his sort in smoke-filled dens of iniquity.
Men, including the greatest in the city, have been seen entering and leaving the rooms shared 
by Sister Mary and Annabelle.

The scandal is developing and spreading, as more and more people, within and outside the 
Nunnery, become aware of all or parts of this evil situation. The Holy Church will suffer if 
the evil is not lanced, and speedily too.

(signed) A wellwisher, and Sister in Christ.

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Minutes of the Ecclesiastical Court.
Exceptional closed session March 1st.

Before Bishop Lamucca, Monsignor Vergelongue,   Cathedral Dean Fido Canis.

Accused of unnatural acts, and acts in breach of their oaths of abstinence: The Mother 
Superior Sister Priscilla, Sister Mary, Sister Charity, the novice Annabelle of the Little Sisters 
of Chastity, Father John and Father Aloysius of the Cathedral of St Dominic..

All the accused freely admitted to unnatural acts with their own sex and were found guilty. 
Sister Priscilla and Sister Charity denied and  were found not guilty of sexual acts with the 
opposite sex. Sister Mary, Novice Annabelle, Father John and Father Aloysius admitted to 
and were found guilty of sexual acts in breach of their oaths, including forbidden acts of 
fellation and sodomy.

The sentence of whipping was carried out by the court, and the guilty were defrocked, the 
Bishop reading a sentence of excommunication.

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Diary entry March 2nd.
(editorial note: there are two hands in the diary, suggesting Sister Mary and Father John both 
recorded the trial).

We had all decided there was little point in denying  the charges. Best to get the matter over 
quickly. The worst they could do would be to throw us out....and over the months Aloysius 
and Annabelle had earned us a considerable fortune....all safely banked by Father John.

The trial was over in minutes. We had not reckoned on the degenerate hypocrisy of those 
three old men.

The Bishop clapped his hands, and ten of his police...really a private army of spies and 
thugs....burst in and seized us. He read the sentence.....we had not expected whipping! And 
the de-frocking was done literally. While each of us was held from behind , one of the 
Bishop's thugs unsheathed his long stiletto knife. He stood in front of Mother Superior first, 
and ripped her black robes down the front, from her neckline to her waist. She was wearing a 
strange, old-fashioned sort of corset....white cotton, with hooks up the back. He slipped the 
knife into it, and slit it from the bottom, to the top. It fell off her to show really very firm and 
shapely tits. I was not surprised. After all, I had told Sister Mary that she would be a good 
squeeze. He re-sheathed the knife, and tugged the heavy  black cloth down from her waist. 
The knife now to the waist of her rather severe white knickers....and she stood  there naked, 
except for the starched white wimple.

A rope was thrown up over the long oak beam, and looped round her wrists, tightened, and 
she was stretched upwards till the tips of her toes were all that took the weight off her arms.

Annabelle was next. As she was stripped, her thin dress lying at her feet, and strung up, I felt 
my cock stiffening, despite our sad situation. Her pert little tits were so lovely as she was 
stretched upwards. And her golden hair hanging to her shoulders.

And Sister Mary. There was a gasp of horror from the three old men as they saw the lacy 
lingerie she had , defiantly I suppose, decided to wear under her robes. The Bishop called out, 
'Only the knickers. Only her knickers. Leave the rest. Leave her belt and stockings.' The 
knife slit the crotch and then the waistband of the flimsy silk, which fell to her ankles, on top 
of the heap of ripped, black cotton. The three 'judges' leaned forward as she was strung up. 
The bishop had beads of sweat on his forehead. The Dean was actually licking his lips.

Now Aloysius! What a pity I hadn't introduced him to the pleasures of bondage, and 
submission to the whip. They ripped his robes, and strung him up. His cock was a graceful 
arc in front of his flat, white belly......only half-erect in the presence of his former sexual 
partners.

Sister Charity and myself were not stripped.

In my case, I assume none of the 'judges' was into hairy-bears. And Monsignor explained 
Sister Charity would not be whipped, as it was admitted she took a perverse pleasure in such 
treatment. It would not be a punishment.

Myself, and Sister Charity were to administer the whippings. Making the guilty party the 
executioner! Also, I suspect the three old men enjoyed the idea of watching naked men and 
women being whipped by a Nun and a Priest, in their full robes.

Some of the guards dismissed from the room, leaving four. One for each of the bound 
prisoners. Father Aloysius and Sister Priscilla had, modestly one assumes, turned their backs 
to the judges. Two of the guards, none too gently, turned Annabelle and Sister Mary round, 
pivoting them by their bound wrists, till their arses, too, faced the Bench. They then stood, 
one behind each prisoner, grasping each by the arms, and pressing their leather-clad bodies 
against the naked flesh. They seemed  to be enjoying their duties.

The whips, two black-handled weapons with braided leather thongs...perhaps half a dozen 
strands each.....lay on the Bench  in front of the judges. Sister Charity and myself were to 
have two each to whip....she Annabelle and Sister Mary, me Father Aloysius and Sister 
Priscilla. The guards were to hold them steady for us.

Bishop Sescapa Lamucca spoke. 'Six lashes each. On the buttocks. Hard.....any leniency, and 
the punishment will be repeated.' He leaned back, his legs outstretched, his right hand now 
resting on what was probably a hard cock under his purple robes.

I lashed first father Aloysius, one across the buttocks, and then the Mother Superior. I enjoyed 
seeing them each flinch, their naked bodies wriggling against the muscular guards. Out of the 
side of my eye I could see Sister Charity giving her six to Sister Mary, all at one go. There 
was a smile on her lips, and she was clearly enjoying it. By now I was on number four for 
each of my criminals. Father Aloysius had a diffused red glow over his slim buttocks. Sister 
Priscilla had four distinct stripes across her rounded, equally white bum. Annabelle certainly 
wasn't enjoying her six. I could hear her sobbing as her erstwhile victim laid into her. 

My cock was really hard now, as I gave each of mine their last two. And each of the judges 
was , mostly hidden behind the bench, secretly rubbing his erect cock.

'Turn them!' Monsignor's reedy voice had deepened a tone , with lust at the sight of these 
helpless, so-desirable bodies.

All three women had firm, upstanding tits. He had a firm, upstanding cock. All had smooth, 
almost hairless bodies, firm and desirable. All would be whipped on the tender  fronts of 
those bodies.

'Six more each.' The thin, high-pitched voice of Monsignor Vergelongue had an unpleasant, 
gloating timbre. 'Make them suffer in the parts they have sinned with. Whip the women on 
their pudenda. Whip the priest on his penis. Whip their shame from them.'

Tears rolled down Annabelle's face. 'Please sir. Please. We'll do anything.'

Sister Charity, still fully-clothed of course, knelt in front of the Bench her arms raised in 
supplication. 'Please , sir. Mercy. We'll do anything. But do not make me whip them there. 
Not there, sir.'

'I turned to the Bench, and put my whip down where I had found it. 'Monsignor,   Dean, My 
Lord Bishop. You have heard them. Anything! They will do anything. Submit to anything 
from you......' Bishop Lamucca and the Dean were sweating, flushed. Monsignor had a glint 
in his eyes. 'You can think of suitable punishments other than beating. Ask your own bodies , 
my lords. Anything! Anything......'

The three caught each others' eyes. There were imperceptible nods. 'Guards, clear the room.' 
At Monsignor's command they left....only us criminals and the three judges.

'I shall have the Nun. Sister Charity. In her robes.'This from the Bishop, the most senior.

'And I the novice. The blonde, so seeming-innocent novice.'

'And I the young priest.' This from Monsignor.

I watched as Bishop Lamucca rose from the Bench, seized Sister Charity partly by the hair 
and partly by the wimple. He forced her to her knees, and with his free hand lifted his purple 
velvet robes. His stiff cock had a battered, worn appearance. But it was large, and hard, and 
an angry red. She held her head in both hands, her forehead pressed into the worn carpet. He 
lifted her black habit, and threw it up over her back so it covered her head entirely, holding 
her cunt open with one hand. His cock in his hand, he placed it between her legs and shoved. 
He spread her buttocks, and spat into his hand. He moistened his shaft with the spit, wiped it 
up and down the slit, parting the luxuriant black curls with his knob, and finally shoved it 
brutally in.

Muffled by her robes, she screamed. But he took no notice, and gripped her hips as he thrust 
in and out.  The Bishop slapped her buttocks with each hand alternately. One spank for each 
shove. The Nun was not protesting now....indeed, she seemed to be leaning back into him, to 
get the full length. The other two judges watched, enthralled. I guessed that the rape of a nun 
had been one of the more potent of their masterbatory fantasies, judging by the glazed look in 
their eyes.

All too soon for me, it was over. He stood up, wiped his cock on her black robes, and 
returned to his seat of justice.

Monsignor now. He had hitched his skirts up into the rope belt around his waist, and his long, 
thin cock waved in front of him as he went down to his choice.. He released the rope, and 
gratefully, Father Aloysius stood with his full weight on both feet. His hands were still tied, 
however, and when the thin cleric pushed at his legs, he fell over onto the carpet. 'On your 
side , boy!' The pretty young man lay curled up in a foetal position, which nearly hid the fact 
that he was still erect.

Monsignor lay against him, his thin arms round him. Again the spit on the cock. Placed. 
Pushed. And then a loud curse. Desperate fumbling as he tried to get his cock into that pretty, 
and not at all unwilling bottom. But in vain. He was coming, and outside that so-desired anus. 
He lay there, despair written on his face. Father Aloysius turned over and kissed him....almost 
beyond the call of duty, that. The whisper was audible to all of us. 'Tonight, Monsignor. 
Gather your forces, and have me tonight. In my room, tonight.'

While this drama was being acted out, the Dean was groping our blonde novice, feeling her 
tits, caressing her cunt. She was on tip-toes, stretched. 'I shall be more careful, my dear. I 
intend to have this,'...his finger slipped into her cunt, through the light, blonde curls....'and 
this...' his finger, now slippery slipped into her anus. And I promise you I shall not have the 
impetuosity of our good Monsignor'.

He raised one of her long, slim legs, and trapped it under his arm. I wondered if he had done 
this before, as he seemed to know what he was doing. Her cunt stretched open, he pulled up 
the skirts of his hassock and he slipped his cock into her as she hung there. He scarcely 
moved, but by pushing her backwards, and pulling her forwards, using the bound wrists high 
over her head as a pivot, he could move her cunt over his cock. His free hand was gripping 
and releasing her right breast as she swung to and fro. Sweat broke out on his face and chest.

'I shall come in your arse, my sweet. No-one shall say any bastard of yours is mine!' He let go 
her leg, and turned her round, her bottom now against his cock. He , skillfully I thought, 
arched himself so his cock was placed, and forced it upwards and in. Annabelle was, of 
course, not such a stranger to buggery as he might have thought,  but she nonetheless gave a 
little squeak. That was all. No virginal protests. And she had the cheek to thank him after he 
came. 'Thankyou, Monsignor. That was lovely. You really filled me. ' He laughed, wiped his 
cock on her thigh, and allowed his robes to drop back in place.

'We shall not punish you further, Father John, beyond the defrocking and excommunication. 
But you will leave this city, and take Annabelle and Sister Mary  with you. And Sister 
Priscilla if she wishes. Father Aloysius, you will stay : and you will become Monsignor 
Vergelongue's Private Secretary.......you have certain atributes and skills that will be useful to 
him in that role.  Sister Charity...there is a vacancy for Housekeeper in My Palace. Would you 
wish to fill that, housekeeper to Bishop  Lamucca? The duties are not, shall we say onerous, 
and very largely take place at night. Good. That's all settled. Guards! Get some clothes for 
these , and escort those three to the city gates.'

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Letter From Grabbitt & Runne, solicitors. 
To Mr John Murphy, Mrs Mary Murphy, Miss Priscilla Protheroe and Miss Annabelle 
Higgins. June 17th.

I am happy to enclose the title deeds to Hatherwood Grange. The purchase is complete and 
the property is registered in your four joint names.

If I may be of any further assistance please do not hesitate to contact me.
Yours faithfully, Joshua Grabbitt.

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Editor's note. I wish time had permitted to give more exerpts from especially my grandma's 
diaries. They are fascinating....and in places very erotic. My grandfather continued to enjoy all 
three of his companions, Priscilla pre-deceasing him. Sister Mary out-lived them all, and had 
a colourful and varied sexlife with many partners of all sexes right up to her own death.
I have decided not, after all, to destroy the accumulation of letters, photographs and 
equipment etc. which I feel should be kept together as a valuable insight into a sexually 
liberated milieu.  They may be inspected , under supervision(!), at the library of a well-known 
American university.

Lilly Roberts, August 2001.











                                   
