Monasticism began when early Christians went into the desert to escape from worldly involvement. Colonies of hermits grew up and formed the first monastic groups dedicated to renunciation.
Like every other movement monasticism became corrupted with the passage of time. The monastic orders became rich and influential, more and more concerned with worldly affairs. It was the wealth of the monasteries in England that incited Henry VIII to dissolve them, quite apart from his personal quarrel with the Pope.
But monasticism has continued to this day in other parts of the Catholic world: some of it true to its original purpose, some of it falling far short of that purpose, though ostensibly practicing ascetic and other religious disciplines.
There is a monastery in the Langudoc, not far from Besseges, that carries on one of the stranger traditions of monasticism: co-monasticism. Under this Order, that of Saints Virginia and Valerian, a monastery has both an abbot and abbess, monks and nuns. Most of the time the two sexes keep strictly apart and any kind of co-habitation is strictly forbidden. But at religious services and on occasional festivals the monks and nuns are present together, while the general administration of monasteries of the Virvalians is jointly conducted by the abbot and abbess, meeting from time to time.
In most Virvalian monasteries the "rule" works fairly well and the two sexes are, to all intents and purposes, segregated. The advantages are that much of the harder out-door tasks are performed by the men, while sewing and similar tasks are carried out by the women, to the mutual advantage of the two sexes.
It was inevitable, however, that such a monastic rule would be peculiarly susceptible to corruption.
In the Middle Ages it became quite common for the Abbot to take advantage of new female entrants to the Order, and more than one foundation was closed at the express instruction of Rome. But other Virvalian monasteries survived, secretly carrying on their strange rites developed over the centuries, their practices about as close to Christianity as primitive fertility cults.
At the monastery of Besseges these strange rites have been carried on for more than three hundred years; the rules have gradually been altered to suit the epicurean beliefs of successive abbots, and apart from certain Christian symbols used to deceive outsiders and novices, they have little or nothing to do with Christian beliefs.
The present-day "rule" at the monastery was codified at the end of the seventeenth century by a mystical forerunner of the Marquis de Sade. His name was Miquelon. But Miquelon was not simply a sadist: he reveled in the most diverse forms of sadomasochism, indulged in the most bizarre perversions. He saw the Cross as the archetypal symbol of sadomasochism, though, of course, he did not use that term; he saw it as justifying at one and the same time acts of sadism and the undergoing of masochistic pleasure. In allowing Jesus to be crucified God acted as a sadist; in allowing himself to be crucified Jesus himself enjoyed the supreme masochistic pleasure. Indeed it may be said that Miquelon was one of die first people in history to directly and consciously link up sexuality and religion with cruelty and humiliation, certainly the first to promote an actual way of life and a religious order based on these related concepts.
It may be wondered why novices of both sexes continued during Miquelon's time and after to enter the order. The reasons are mainly that very little was and is known to the outside world of the ways and practices of Besseges.
The following story describes the sexual-religious practice currently prevailing at Besseges.
Continental Classics presents the complete and unexpurgated version from the original French. Because of its theme, it is recommended only for the graduate student and mature general reader.
-A.L. Saunders, M.A. New York City May 1969
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PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE
At the time our story begins, several years ago, one such young girl had been 'sold" to the Abbot of Besseges for a considerable sum. The father of the girl, a certain Marquise de Tulle, to meet heavy gambling debts had mortgaged his lands up to the hilt and saw no way out of a rapidly worsening predicament except to get what he could for his daughter.
He had approached the Abbot and shown him photographs of the sixteen-year-old virgin. He had assured the Abbot of the girl's piety and humility and readiness to submit to the rules of the Order, and had then asked a very large price for her. When the Abbot had immediately offered half that figure the Marquis had clinched the deal. The Abbot, his eyes revealing his horny desires as he took another look at the photographs had then paid the Marquis out in gold coins from the cellars of the monastery.
So we enter the Monastery of Besseges at the same time as Celeste de Tulle, and we find ourselves in the Abbess's chamber.
"I shall call you Celeste, my dear, until you actually enter the Order, when you will be Sister Celeste," said the plump fifty-year-old woman who sat on a high chair, surveying the beautiful sixteen-year-old.
"Now Celeste," she went on, "you are a candidate for admission to our order. That is you are about to embark on a phase known as the novitiate. But before you are actually accepted as a candidate there are certain ceremonies you must undergo. They are really sacred rites. Then, at a later stage, towards the end of your novitiate you will undergo further initiatory ceremonies, culminating in your full admission to the Order. Now do you understand?"
"Yes, Mother," whispered the girl, her face pale in the light of approaching dusk.
"Well, at this stage it is not possible-nor would it be desirable-for me to outline the various stages by which you will, in fact, achieve your admission to the order. But I should tell you that the first rule of the novitiate, as well as the Order itself, is strict obedience. Obedience, complete and absolute."
"Yes, Mother."
"And that means obedience first of all to the Abbot and myself, and then to those in the Order. Is that clear?"
"Yes."
"Well, we first of all have to get you to swear that utter obedience. That is the ceremony of acceptance of the first rule. You will go before the Abbot in the abatial chamber and he will order you to do something as a test of your complete willingness to obey. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mother."
'Then I shall now have you conducted to him by one of the Sisters, and after the ceremony you will be taken to your own cell where you will be given details of your daily activities. But first to the Abbot." She pulled at a long silk rope and a bell rang in an adjacent chamber. Two or three minutes later a woman of some thirty years or so, dressed in the garb of the Order-a black cowl and habit-entered the chamber.
"You will take Celeste to the Father, Sister Francoise."
"Yes, Mother." And with that Celeste found herself taken along the main passage connecting the two parts of the monastery and a few minutes later she was alone with Abbot.
He eyed her up and down scrutinizingly and then took a glance at the photographs on his desk. "Yes," he said, his eyes glinting with lustful desire for the lovely sixteen-year-old, "yes, as your father said you are very beautiful." He indicated that she should approach closer to him.
"Now you have been told about the ceremony of obedience, have you not?"
"Yes, Father."
"Good, then we will begin. You will take off all your clothes."
"You mean ,.. but...."
"You will take off your clothes. There is no argument, no discussion. You are now undergoing your first test, child." The man looked at her with a leer in his face.
Very slowly the embarrassed girl began to undress and one by one she removed her garments, placing them on a chair near her side as she did so. When she had taken off all her clothes, except for her panties, she looked up appealingly at the Abbot. "But ... Father, do I have to...?"
He looked back at her, his steel-grey eyes glinting in the candlelight, his sensual mouth pouting. "What have I ordered?" As he spoke his eyes feasted on her prominent breasts and he already had visions of the frigging joys that awaited him with her girl's body.
Now she pushed her panties down her thighs, exposing her nakedness to a man for the first time, and then, hurriedly, bent over and slipped them from her legs.
"You will be given a novitiate's robe before you leave my chamber," said the Abbot, "but before that we have to ensure your total obedience. Do you understand?"
The girl shivered in the cold air and looked shyly at the old man in front of her, barely whispering the word, "Yes."
'Then we shall take out the symbol of union, the human phallus." With those words the Abbot reached into the folds of his habit and pulled from beneath his flaccid prick which he held for the girl to see. Her features at once expressed horror and she turned her face away, covering it with her hands as she did so.
"Now, Celeste, you have seen the symbol of holy union, the symbol of co-monasticism and you will take it in your hands."
"In mm-y h-ands?"
The Abbot looked at the girl, his face hardening. And then he spoke sharply: "Come here at once and take the phallus in your hands! "
The girl, now frightened and shivering from her fear and from the cold, stepped towards the old man and, looking at the still hanging flesh of the man's cock, she bent forward and took hold of it between her thumb and forefinger.
'Take it in your hand!" he commanded her. The girl allowed the heavy soft shaft of his dick to fall into her palm, her thumb uppermost, but she held it slackly almost as if it were some objectionable animal.
"Now grip it in your hand-like this." He took the prick in his hand and gripped it firmly and then pulled back the foreskin. "Pull the skin back like that, and then take it forward." As he demonstrated the action his pecker was already growing slightly larger and firmer and when the girl took it back in her delicate fingers it was beginning to jut from his habit at an angle of almost ninety degrees.
As she pushed the fleshy foreskin back she saw his powerful gleaming cock-head and then, as the skin went right back, a rim of white dried sperm. The man bathed rarely and in any case it delighted him to feel a young girl licking away the smelly deposit from under his dick-head.
He had opened his cassock to expose his pendulous balls and a bush of dark hair which seemed to begin somewhere near his navel and merge with a forest of hair that covered his upper thighs. She trembled at the terrible sight of the man's naked cock and balls and felt almost nauseated as she caught the aroma of his stale urine and the white dried sperm.
"That is better, child. Push the skin right back and then pull it forward-with your hand around my cock as I showed you. Go on doing that and then you will see the holy phallus grow to its full size...."
The Abbot looked at the lovely white body of the girl, less than a foot away from him and he was tempted to frig her there and then. But long experience had taught him, as did the teachings of Miquelon, that more pleasure was to be gained from a young virgin by introducing her to sex gradually. It was necessary to taste each step towards the final frigging that, according to the founder of the Order, should be withheld until the end of the candidate's full admission. On that day she would wear specially made bridal clothes and the ceremony in which she would participate would be symbolic of the monastery's final acceptance of her. Married to the Order, she would virtually become the Abbot's concubine.
The girl, trembling still, worked the thick skin of his foreskin back and forth over the hard rim of the man's dick-head, taking a slight interest in the extraordinary object as she did so, her curiosity beginning to get the better of her.
"Now," said the Abbot, his unusually big prick jutting hard and erect from his body, "now I want you to take hold of the ball-bag underneath. Yes, that's it, take it in your hand and then put the phallus in between your lips."
The girl, who had taken hold of his hairy balls looked up in surprise at the man as she heard the words. "N-no," she began to stammer in protest, "n-not in m-my m-mouth
"Between your lips, I said! "
He pushed her onto a small stool so that she found herself in a sitting position with her face close to his massive prick. The man pressed the back of her head forward and a moment later she found the head of his huge prick against her lovely lips. "In your mouth now," he murmured.
Celeste took the huge cock to her lips, got the smell of the urine and dried scum as she did so, but trying not to breathe in she then took the huge fleshy shaft into her mouth, her lips lightly closing on the hard rim. She kept it there unmoving until she felt the monk's hand pressing her head forward. Then his whole dick-head slid into her mouth.
"That's it child, lick it, suck it, suck the symbol of union and you will be purified! " As he spoke he moved her head forward so that his whole cock entered her mouth, then he pulled her back by holding her hair until her lips moved over the knob again. In a moment or two he had managed to get her to adopt a back-and-forth rhythm that meant that her lips moved stimulatingly over the rim of his dick, licking away the dried sperm as she did so.
Gradually he was forcing her head over his prick with a rapid tempo. She found it difficult to breathe, almost choking at times as his prick went too deep into her mouth. And the Abbot himself began to pant for breath as he urged himself nearer to an orgasm.
At the very brink of his climax he slowed her down, and for some seconds he enjoyed the exquisite pleasure of delaying his orgasm, teetering on the very edge of it Then suddenly he could hold it off no longer and withdrawing his prick he took it in his hand and rapidly jerked himself to a conclusion. His hot, white scum shot over his hand and the folds of his habit as the girl, her hands withdrawn from the man's dick, looked on in astonishment at the strange sight of sexual ejaculation.
'There," the Abbot said in a hoarse voice, "you have given joy to the phallus, and those are the liquid white seeds of creation. It will not be long before I shall give you an opportunity to taste them. When you do that you will symbolize your complete devotion to the Order."
CHAPTER TWO
Celeste was taken to her cell where she was given an outline of the day's routine by one of the Sisters.
The Abbot had been highly stimulated by the girl and after she had gone he was restive and unable to settle down to anything. In his mind's eye he kept seeing the naked body of the young girl, her firm, shapely titties and asscheeks, girlish thighs and legs. He lived again through the moments when he had held her head in his hand and she had taken his prick between her soft, unsullied lips, recapturing something of the excitement he had felt at the time, especially at the first moment of contact.
He would, according to the rule, be able to catch a glimpse of her at matins, but the next stage of her initiation would not take place for at least seven days. She would, meanwhile, learn to wear the clothes of the Order, get into the religious routine of services and private meditation, and receive instruction in the tasks assigned to her. Dictator though he was in one sense, he could not easily break the rules without the Abbess making objections. In any case, he was well versed in the works of Miquelon, who repeatedly stressed that a young virgin gave infinitely more pleasure to the head of a monastic establishment if the various stages of initiation were rigidly adhered to.
Miquelon insisted that after the ceremony of obedience the girl should be left alone for a week or so to get used to her new life and to reflect on the symbol of the phallus. At the next stage she would swallow the creative seeds of the phallus or holy prick and then formally enter on her novitiate. And during her novitiate she would slowly enter into the sexual-religious mysteries that would culminate in actual sexual intercourse with the Abbot. There would be occasions when monks might drink wine from her vagina at, for example, the celebration of the Eucharist, but she would remain a virgin until the final moment of her admission to the order as Sister Celeste.
Pondering these things the Abbot decided that he would have to wait for Celeste. But there was a young girl in the monastery who had almost completed her novitiate, and it might well be possible, after a talk with the Abbess, to bring forward the date of her admission. He would see about her on the following day, and in the meantime he would see if Sister Maria had finished her menstruation.
He sent a written message to the Abbess and about twenty minutes later Sister Maria knocked on the door of his chamber. When she entered it was obvious at once that she knew why she had been called and that she was by no means displeased. She wore the essential garments of the Order, a cowl and cassock, but she had been granted permission by the Abbess, at the request of the Abbot, to wear expensive silk underclothes. Even as she walked across the floor of the room the Abbot caught a glimpse of the elegant stockings she wore under her voluminous skirts. He felt his cock stir with desire for her.
"Ah, Sister, you have come. It is most pleasant to see you again, and if you are willing you would give me infinite pleasure by staying with me until matins."
"It will give me equal pleasure, Father, to spend the night with you," she said, smiling and revealing her splendid teeth.
'Then, Sister, we will retire to my bed-chamber. Let us go." He moved to the far side of the room, followed closely by the young woman, opened the door to an inner room and held it for her as she walked in ahead of him.
The room was small and bare but in the center was a four-poster bed, obviously supplied by one of the best bed makers in Paris. The room was heated by an old-fashioned oil stove, but it was warm and cozy compared with the cells assigned to the novices and even to the less-favored Sisters.
"Well, my dear," began the Abbot, "it is quite a while since you were here." As he spoke he reached out and the strikingly attractive nun moved forward so that he could take her in his arms. Their lips met and for some minutes they indulged together in protracted tongue kissing.
"Ah, you are as exciting as ever," murmured the old man as he felt the warmth of her tits and the softness of her lips. "Just like you were when I gave you your initiation. Do you remember?"
"Yes, Father, I shall never forget. I shall be grateful to you forever for taking my maidenhead and Ming me with your seeds of purification. But I am ashamed to admit that I enjoyed myself, much more than I should, and that, I know, is evil."
"Not always, Sister. Provided your enjoyment is informed by a full awareness of the sacredness and significance of the act of fucking, representing the merging of heaven and earth, symbolizing cosmic renewal, then there is nothing evil in your gaining pleasure from the hump-act. Tonight you will submit your young cunt to me and you may gain pleasure from it, but all the time you will be aware of the significance of the rite, I hope." He smiled cynically at the young girl as he began to fumble with the front of her cassock.
"Yes, Father," she murmured, looking at him with awe in her face. "Yes, I shall do as you say."
"Then let the sacred rite of love-making begin."
The girl was sitting on a chair at the side of the bed, preparing to remove her shoes, when the Abbot pushed back the upper part of her cassock and exposed her shapely breasts. He began to kiss her again as he caressed her titties, rapidly stimulating her nipples until they stood out an inch or more from her soft orbs of white flesh.
"Ah," he murmured.
He released her breast for a moment and parted the lower folds of his gown, bringing out his already erect and pulsating prick. Then he began to part the nun's skirts and had soon pushed them back sufficiently to reveal her naked thighs and stockinged legs.
It was obvious that she had come prepared, for she wore no panties and her stockings, held up by a garter-belt, were of the finest and sheerest silk.
The Abbot looked down at the girl's cunt and he felt a shiver of excitement at the base of his spine. In a few moments he would be fucking her again, putting his cock into her warm and willing cunt. Then he began to fondle her breasts again, drawing closer to her and probing her mouth with his flicking tongue.
He was breathing heavily after a few minutes of exchanging tongue kisses and breast fondling, his big prick now throbbing uncontrollably. He moved closer and put the tip of his prick against the nun's avid hot gash. She at once reached her right hand down to part her hairy cunt lips and a moment later the Abbot's dick slid gently towards her vagina. He pressed close to her, still using his tongue to probe her mouth, still fondling her right breast as his prick now moved into her luscious warm cunt.
"Oh, Sister," he exclaimed, "how pleasant is the sacred balm of your luscious flesh, how right the Almighty was to arrange things in this way." And then, forgetting the language of the sacred books, he gasped, "Oh, God, I've got to fuck you, Maria! "
"Yes, fuck me, Father, fuck me as much as you wish. But I shall soon be wanting some new stockings and I have used all the perfume you gave me."
He groaned with satisfaction as his prick moved deep into her cunt and then, taking his mouth from hers and looking into her eyes, he said, "So be it, Sister. You shall have stockings and perfume tomorrow."
He began to lift her towards him and a moment later he carried her to the bed, her legs entwined around him. But he was not able to keep his prick inside her twat as he put her down and got on the bed beside her. She lay back, face upwards while he adjusted his cassock and mounted the bed, parting her thighs as widely as he could before bending between her legs to guide his prick back into her soft, welcoming cunt.
As he began to fuck her, the girl, frustrated from the life of relative celibacy she was leading for one of her passionate feelings and sexuality, asked him if they could undress completely and get into bed.
"I need it so much, Father. Can we get closer together-naked-so that we can really give ourselves to it? I think it would be purer that way." She looked up at him, her eyes a deep luminous brown, waiting hopefully for him to give her permission to remove all her clothes.
The man groaned, almost unable to control his lust. But he certainly would prefer to have the lovely young woman naked, and he lifted himself from her, nodding his approval. A few minutes later they had both removed their clothes and lay side by side in the huge bed, covered by the soft sheets and warm woolen blankets.
"Oh, Maria, my darling," murmured the Abbot, "you are serving the Lord's purposes faithfully." As he spoke he curled around her body, his prick hard against the cleft of her buttocks, his lips on her neck, his hands around her huge knockers.
"Oh, Father, I always do my best! Come you must fuck me now! " As she spoke she turned to face him under the sheets, putting her arms around his neck and pulling him on top of her. She felt his enormous prick pressing against her thighs, his weight on her tits, and then his lips closing on hers. "Oh, ah," she sighed, "oh, it's wonderful to be frigged by you again, Father. Put it in my pussy please."
As she finished speaking she put her right hand down to seek out his prick which she at once placed between her hairy cuntlips, pushing them apart and steering his prick into her cunt-hole.
He began to urge his huge dong into her clinging cunt and he was soon buried in her youthful twat to the very hilt. His lips were now seeking out hers and his tongue soon parting her lips and probing the soft luscious membranes of her mouth and tongue.
"Oh, Father," she sighed and moaned, "oh, my Father, fuck me, fuck me for Christ's sake! "
"Yes, I'll fuck you, my dear," he said, his voice heavy with lust as he felt his prick move in and out of her soft provoking cunt. "Yes, I'll fuck you, my dear."
He gripped her more firmly, and, digging his feet into the bed, he moved himself up so that he was more on top of her and placed in a position to fuck her cunt more effectively and powerfully. Soon the young nun felt his prick probe her very womb as the panting priest rammed it into her with all his lustful power. She lay with her arms and legs apart, completely submissive to the old Abbot's horny desires as he thrust into her time and again, enjoying the feel and sight of her still youthful flesh, carried away by a hopeless lust and uncontrollable desire for fulfillment.
He panted and his breathing became more and more labored as he struggled to get his breath from the demanding exertions of fucking the young woman. Time and time again he called on every reserve of physical energy to ram his big prick into her. He raised his haunches in a powerful but jerky rhythm, trying all the while to increase the tempo of his thrusts.
Breathless, he still continued frigging, his face purple with the effort. And then, suddenly and without warning, he seemed to slump on top of her and for a few seconds the young nun thought that the old man had achieved his objective. It took her nearly a minute to realize that something had happened to him, that, apparently he had fainted or collapsed from the effort of fucking her.
She wriggled and tried to move him from her. His body was dead weight but, making one tremendous effort, she pushed him off her and he rolled to one side his body still limp and unconscious. As soon as she removed his weight she sat up and bent over him. At first she tried to revive him, patting his face and then getting out of the bed to bring a jug of water with which she sprinkled his face and wet his lips. But it was all to no avail.
The naked Sister Maria began to panic; her body trembled with alarm as it slowly dawned on her that the Abbot might be dead.
She suppressed a scream, knowing that it was essential that no one should know that she was with him. Only the Abbess knew of the fact that she was frigging this night with him. But, more important than her immediate fear about being discovered with him, was the growing apprehension in her mind that something terrible would happen to her if the Abbot had died in her arms. She felt that somehow it would have a strange meaning and significance for her and all those around her, that it had been visited on her and the Abbot because of the sin they had committed together.
She got up from the bed and, trying her utmost to keep calm, she replaced her clothes. She took another look at the naked man, tried again to revive him, and then she left the bedroom and made her way to the Abbess.
She tapped on the door and for some time there was no reply. But after a moment or two she heard a voice from the inner room call out, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Sister Maria!" she cried, "I must see you Mother!"
There was a long pause and then Maria heard the Abbess making her way towards the door. She reached it and pulled it open, looking with astonishment at the young nun. "Whatever is it? How can you come here at this hour? Were you not with the Abbot?"
The nun moved into the room, placing her fingers to her lips and signifying that she would like to speak in secret to the Abbess.
The Superior closed the door and then, growing impatient with the girl, said sharply, "Well, what is it?"
"Mother," said the girl, in a frightened whisper, "he is dead-the Abbot is dead! "
"Dead! Impossible! Are you mad? Were you fucking with him?"
"Yes, Mother." She looked down at the floor, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yes, we were ... in his bed. He is lying naked...."
The Abbess crossed herself. "Oh, this is terrible! It is the curse of the Lord on our house! Oh, God help us! Dead! " Then she looked at the girl, making an effort to get to grips with the situation. 'Then if he is dead we must call Brother Angus. He will have to take his place."
She began to pull at the silk cord, ringing for some time before another nun joined them.
"Sister," she said, "I want you to go through to the monastery and bring Brother Angus here. Tell him it is of the utmost urgency."
"Yes, Mother," said the older nun, "I will go and fetch him."
A few minutes later a heavily-built monk, red-faced with a sensual mouth and cunning eyes, came into the cell.
"Well?" he asked the Abbess, "What is the meaning of such a call."
"It is bad news Brother Angus." She looked at the door and then in a low voice said, 'The Abbot was frigging with Sister Maria ... and he has died. He is dead! "
The man's eyes flashed, and an astute observer would have sensed that the news brought him relief rather than disappointment. "I see," he said, "then I must assume his former place. We will go together to make sure that he is really dead, and then we must arrange for his burial. I am afraid that the news that Sister was fucking with him must not be allowed to leak out. Brother Anselm would make the most of it and perhaps start a rebellion in the monastery. You will not speak to anyone, Sister Maria, do you understand?"
"Yes, yes, I see," she said, still sobbing from the shock of the terrible experience.
"You had better come with us," added the new Abbot.
The three of them made their way to the Abbot's chamber and went through to the inner room. There, in the middle of the four-poster bed, lay the naked body of the dead Abbot.
Brother Angus bent over him and soon ascertained that Sister Maria had told the truth. Then he turned to her, a faintly cynical look in his eyes, and said, "And what were you doing when he died?"
She did not look at him, but in an almost inaudible whisper she answered: "He had called me to. spend the night with him and we had ... just begun our holy frigging...."
"I see. Then there will have to be a ceremony of purification. In the words of Miquelon, an act of holy frigging should never be left unfinished. You will have to submit to a purificatory rite in which I, as the new Abbot, will continue the act where he left off."
The Abbess was not happy about the new development, but she knew that it would be wiser to go along with the new Abbot until she knew whether there would be support for another claimant, perhaps Father Anselm. It would be fatal for her to oppose the new Abbot if he ultimately confirmed his position. Not only that, she had always felt antagonistic to Sister Maria, on whom the late Abbot had showered many favors. She would like to see her proud cunt fucked by a man like Angus. It would serve her right.
"Yes, according to Miquelon that is necessary. And such a ceremony should take place without delay, Sister," she said, exchanging glances with the new Abbot. "Now, and in the presence of the dead man!"
Even the Abbot shivered at the thought of it, but he was eager for a taste of things of the flesh that had not come his way for a long time. "Yes, here and now," he said, his eyes on the girl. "Let us place him on the floor."
A few minutes later the dead Abbot lay on the floor covered only by a white sheet and the Abbess had left the girl to the tender mercies of the newly appointed head of the monastery.
"Come, my dear Sister, let us indulge in the purificatory ceremony!"
He reached out and pulled the terrified young woman to him, feasting his lustful eyes on her face and rapidly running his fingers over the habit that hid her voluptuous breasts. "Come, let us undress! "
A moment or two later the naked man, his big prick jutting massively from his hairy body, lifted the naked nun onto the four-poster, and at once knelt between her legs.
"Let us empty our minds of all impure thoughts," he said, "as we give ourselves to the rite of purification."
He bent over, caressed the nun's cuntlips for a minute or so, and then leaned forward to introduce his thick prick into the girl's twat, maneuvering so that it then slipped into her vaginal hole.
As he let the massive prick sink into her lovely cunt-hole he murmured, "in the beginning is the end, in the end is the beginning. Have mercy on us!" And then he clasped the girl under her shoulder blades and began to fuck her with greedy strokes of his lusting prick....
CHAPTER THREE
In a nearby cell a monk was sitting close to the wall with his flaccid prick in his hand. He had just unfastened his habit and begun to fondle his dick. As he did so he listened intently at the wall for sounds from the adjacent cell.
Brother Grotius had discovered some weeks ago that his cell, situated at the end of the passage, was separated only by an internal wall from the last cell on the ground floor of the convent.
At first he had heard sounds of movement, then, later, of a young girl singing. When he had taken up the tune, the girl had stopped, resuming her song when he interrupted his own singing. After a few days they had got into the habit of joining together in sacred arias, but slowly they had turned to songs of love.
The monk had made it his business to find out who the nun was that occupied the end cell and he had discovered that it was a young novice, Miss Jeanette, who was about half-way through her candidacy. He had managed to signal to her at one of the services and she had made a gesture to show that she realized who he was.
There was no chance for them to meet as they had no cause to come into contact through their work, so the monk had begun to tap out messages to her on the wall. The system he adopted was one tap for the first letter of the French alphabet, two for the second and so on. It had taken the girl a day or two to grasp it, but when she did she had started to reply to him and she soon became quite adept, even though the method was a little slow and cumbersome to operate.
As the days went by the monk began to talk about his desire to hump her, and within another week or two they were tapping out messages of a frank and horny kind. The girl lost no opportunity to tell the monk about her feelings, about the tremors of excitement she felt when she saw him, and it was not long before she actually began to refer to parts of her body. They would sit on either side of the wall, talking of each other's cunt and cock while slowly masturbating, the man with his prick in his hand, the girl with two fingers in her cunt.
The girl, denied the natural outlets for her sexual appetite, talked quite outrageously. The monk was soon roused when he heard her tap out such phrases as "ma fente sexudle", or "mon vallon intine" when she referred to her gash, or "mes parties genitales externes" when referring to her cuntlips.
She told him in answer to a question that so far she had not lost her virginity, but that she had undergone various initiation rites with the Abbot that would ultimately culminate in the penetration of this fragile "barriere". She said that she wished that she could give her cherry to him rather than the Abbot.
As they talked, the monk would rapidly move his foreskin back and forth over the rim of his dick, panting for breath, while the girl would use her fingers with great effect on her clitoris, which she call "my little button", or just inside "the crown of my vagina".
The girl used to remove all her clothes and excite the monk by describing her body as she fingered her tits and twat. She told him that she was slim, quite shapely, especially her breasts and buttocks. Her best feature was the wonderful valley of her cunt, she said. On either side were two thick lips almost covered in black hair which ran down her belly from the base of her abdomen and covered her cunt area completely.
"I can imagine your lovely furrow," he would say. "I can see the pink gash between the lips you have described! Oh, howl would like to finger you there...!"
"Finger me!" she would reply, "Oh, I want something more than your fingers there in my pussy, I want your thing-what do you call it, your prick?-in my vagina, my cunt!"
"Would you let me put my prick in your luscious little cunt if we had the opportunity?" he would ask her as he moved to his orgasm.
"Oui, of course, with pleasure," she would say, "I would give my cunt to you gladly, especially my virginity that is reserved for the Abbot."
On the day in question the conversation now took a different turn. She was rubbing her clitoris violently with visions of the monk frigging her, and he was almost on the brink of ejaculation. But he said, "Well, it won't be the same Abbot."
She thought he had made a mistake in tapping out the words.
He explained that the Abbot had died during the night in what he considered rather strange circumstances, and that Brother Angus had appointed himself as his successor. Some of the initiatory ceremonies, he said, would have to be repeated with the person of the new Abbot.
"You mean that Angus will be the one to take my cherry?" he even heard her cry out with dismay at the thought.
"Yes, I am afraid so, I am afraid so." There was a few moments' silence as they returned to their self-abusing activities and it was no more than two or three minutes before the monk was watching his seminal fluid spurt and jerk from his prick over the cell floor and before the girl sighed and moaned with satisfaction as she felt the spasms of her orgasm and the release of her cunt's secretions.
* * *
That night, both the new novice Celeste and the young Jeanette were called to the new Abbot's chambers.
Celeste was called first. She had heard about the death of the Abbot and assumed that the interview would be a short one and of a purely formal character. But when she reached the chamber and entered the first room, it was obvious that the new Abbot had something more in mind for he at once got up and locked the outer door and then led her to his bedroom.
"I hear that you have undergone a very brief initiation."
"I understood that I had been initiated according to the rules of the Order," she said in a low voice as she looked into his lustful eyes and then at his sensual mouth.
"Well, the rules of the Order make a new ceremony of initiation obligatory at the appointment of a new Abbot," he said, smiling at her sardonically. "It would be simpler if you were to undress."
The girl realized that it would be useless to protest and she slowly began to remove the novice's clothes she had been given after the first initiatory ceremony with the Abbot's predecessor. She believed in the importance of the rites and felt secure in that she had faith that the newly-appointed Abbot would do more than the previous head of the monastery.
As soon as she was completely naked the man walked over to her and began to touch her shoulders, adopting a kind of remote, mystical expression and murmuring words that sounded like Latin to Celeste.
His hands then moved to her titties and he was soon freely fingering her nipples. After five or ten minutes of such treatment she began to feel a strange thrill of excitement in her cunt, almost hoping that the man would continue and even touch other parts of her body.
"You like that, I see," he commented.
She looked away from him and then in an almost inaudible voice she whispered, "Yes, yes, Father!"
"It is as it should be," he said. "Your body has been invaded by the Holy Ghost. That is why you feel a sense of pleasure as I touch you. My role is simply as an intermediary," he added as his fingers strayed to his habit and produced an erect and throbbing prick.
The huge pecker jutted from his unhealthy looking flesh and as he fondled it he went on, "You have seen such an organ before? Then," he continued as she nodded, "I want you to come over to the bed and caress it That is the beginning of the ceremony of initiation."
The naked teenager looked with horror at the large male cock, remembering how she had had to suck that of the former Abbot.
"I want you to take it in your hand, like that," he said, gripping the shaft with his right hand and slowly bringing back the foreskin.
She reached out her small delicate hand and gripped his huge dick. And then she did as he had told her, moving the skin back from the knob until the almost purple-colored rim was completely uncovered. The prick throbbed at the girl's touch and if she had looked at his face at that moment she would have seen all the pent-up lust in his bloodshot eyes.
"Ah!" he said, his voice hoarse, "that's the way to hold it, now move the skin backwards and forwards, and put your fingers on the uncovered skin at the top-like this." She did not know which order to follow, pulling back the skin and then letting go to finger his exposed dick-head.
He grunted with satisfaction as her girlish and innocent fingers came into contact with the underpart of the rim, that soft, sensitive skin that is normally covered, in an uncircumcised male, by the foreskin.
"Now in your mouth!" he suddenly urged her, his breathing already labored, his eyes filled with lust. "In your mouth! " She bent down and for the second time in her life she took a man's erect prick between her lovely lips.
"In, further in-he groaned. "Use your tongue, suck it with your tongue." He had given up all pretense that they were indulging in a religious ceremony, calling on her frankly to give him pleasure. "Now move your lips over it, back and forth into your mouth ... that's it."
Soon she was rhythmically moving his large pecker-head back and forth between her luscious lips, sometimes taking an inch or two of his shaft into her mouth as well.
He knew that it would be going too far to send the load of hot sperm shooting into her mouth: he would be able to do that another time, but not just yet. Now he could call on the other girl to come, for she had already had the experience of swallowing semen according to the Abbess who seemed to know everything about the sexual state of the novices. The very thought of another girl taking over excited him, and he was able to resist the temptation to let go and ejaculate there and then.
"That will do," he said suddenly. "Now you will replace your clothes and leave." He was confident that it would not be long before he would enjoy her lovely cunt and body to the full, violating her and possessing her. He had learned enough about his sensual make-up and how to make the most of it to be able to wait and anticipate such an occasion. This was something that most of the men in the Order had gained from their study of Miquelon, their founder.
The girl dressed and on a nod from the Abbot she was on her way to her cell, bewildered, dissatisfied, and unhappy.
Celeste had a sensual nature but she had been brought up to repress it. Now she found herself being roused by the strange practices of the Abbot. She was at once and the same time horrified and intrigued, repelled and fascinated.
* * *
If the Abbot thought that the young novice Jeanette was just innocently waiting in her cell for his call he was sadly mistaken.
As soon as the news of the Abbot's death had got around the monastery, a feeling or restlessness had taken possession of the monks.
They had resented for some time the way the former Abbot had cornered all the best cunt for himself, giving them little opportunity for contact with the women in the convent. Though one or two of the monks had been admitted into the inner circle that ran. the two establishments, for the most part the Order only provided its adherents with glimpses of womanly twat, rarely the pussy itself: the shadow rather than the reality.
The news of the Abbot's death led to various secret exchanges among the monks, and two opposition groups gradually crystallized around Brother Anselm, a man who opposed the whole idea of inter-monastic fucking, and Brother Henry who wanted a completely free arrangement whereby the men could fuck the women as and when they required, provided certain minimal religious ceremonies were carried out at the same time. One of his ideas was that men should be rewarded for their good work and piety by being allowed to spend long periods with one of the novices in a kind of temporary fuck arrangement. He wanted co-monasticism and co-living as he once defined it.
While the Abbot was indulging himself he had lost grip of the situation in the monastery. Brother Henry had got about ten of his followers together in his cell and they had decided to overthrow the Abbot at a suitable opportunity.
But for the moment they wanted to celebrate their decision with sexual acts with the nuns and novices.
Brother Henry had chosen the young novice Jeanette for himself and had made his way to her cell, despite protests from the Abbess. She had, however, not gone as far as to warn the Abbot, seeing for herself the possibility of turning to her own advantage a struggle for power in the monastery.
When Henry reached the cell he at once pushed a chair under the knob so that no one could interrupt him.
The lovely eighteen-year-old Jeanette looked at the monk with horror and fear in her eyes. She had never know a monk to enter a nun's or a novice's cell before, and she suspected that something unusual was happening in die monastery.
"Ah, so you are doing your observances," he said as he turned to the girl. "Well, I want you to let me take your observances a stage further-that is, to put into practice some of the ideas of the Order."
"But I don't understand," she said, her face still showing her fear of the man.
"Well," said the monk, eyeing her lovely face and scrutinizing her figure as far as he could with its ungainly clothes hiding all but the shape of her titties and the lower part of her legs. "Well, you will soon understand when I explain. Now I have come to bring the spirit of the new dispensation to you: I come as the vehicle of the Holy Spirit who bums with a new flame at the appointment of every new Abbot. Come let me take you in my arms to symbolize this event"
It seemed to the girl that he was talking nonsense but she did not dare to say so or object. It was just possible that what he was saying was the truth and that such an act was symbolic of the Holy Spirit's renewal.
He went over and pulled the girl to him, holding her breasts firmly against his chest, feeling the soft receptiveness of them even through her clothes and his habit. And then he brought his face close to hers and his lips were only an inch or two from her mouth. "Now let us bring our lips together to signify our acceptance of die new order."
His thick, parched lips fastened on hers and she moved her face in an effort to break away from him. But he put his hands up to her face and held it firmly while he proceeded to rub his lips on hers, wetting them with his tongue.
She felt his hot breath on her face and then felt his tongue begin to probe between her lips. She relaxed her mouth, unable to keep her jaw clenched any longer and the man immediately forced his tongue to the back of her mouth, probing around her palate and then rubbing its tip against her tongue. She tried to move her head again but her efforts were unavailing.
Brother Henry now began to push the girl backwards, and step by step he moved her to the edge of her small bed. When they reached it he pushed her on top of it and a moment later he had thrust a knee between her legs and lay half over her on the bed, clasping her body to his.
"Now," he gasped, "I am going to take your clothes off you." And as he spoke he began to unfasten the buttons of her plain grey frock.
"No, please, please, don't," she appealed to him. But he took no notice and within a few minutes, in spite of her resistance, he had dragged her clothes from her body. She lay naked on the bed.
In the struggle they had got up from the bed and the bald-headed monk, his crucifix dangling from his neck now stood with the girl almost in the middle of the room. Keeping hold of her with his right hand, he fumbled beneath his habit and soon produced his prick, an enormously thick and long cock, the sight of which filled the girl with forebodings.
Now the girl took hold of the dangling crucifix, almost as if she thought it would offer her some kind of protection. But the gesture had the reverse effect: it merely stimulated the monk's lust to feel her holding on to it, pulling the chain tighter around the back of his neck.
As he held her his prick rubbed menacingly against her belly and bush and the girl could not avoid it She began to argue with the monk again, appealing to him to leave her, but his lust fully aroused he smiled back at her with bloodshot eyes, his hands now fingering her asscheeks, his lips moving to hers again.
He soon managed to force her back onto the bed and was just about to complete his fucking of the girl when there was a banging on the door.
"Open the door," a male voice shouted, "open the door!"
Brother Henry recognized the new Abbot's voice at once and he jumped from the bed, pushing his prick into his habit. He looked at the door and saw that it would not be difficult to force if from the outside; resistance was useless. He went to the door and removed the chair, opening it for the Abbot to enter.
"Good God, have mercy! " said the Abbot, seeing the naked cunt of the lovely Jeanette on the bed, "What does this mean, Brother Henry?"
Brother Henry stood his ground and folding his arms addressed the Abbot: "It means that I want her, and that I am going to fuck her! "
"You must be mad, Brother. For this I shall have you put into chains." He turned to a group of monks he had brought with him to the cell, and speaking commandingly he said to their leader, "Put him in the cells!"
The leader and the other monks hesitated for a minute and then slowly advanced on the monk. There was a struggle but the monk was soon overpowered by three of the monks, one of them twisting his arm behind his back.
"Put him in chains and give him twenty lashes!" With that order he turned his back on the group of monks holding Brother Henry and looked at the naked girl. "Ah, I think you have been deceived and mistreated. I think you had better come to my chamber where we shall purify you after such an unclean experience." And then, when the other monks were no longer in earshot he said, "Did he ... did he do it to you?"
The gill, her head bent shyly, as she sat up on the bed and pulled her clothes around her body, quietly said "No, Father, he didn't put his prick in."
CHAPTER FOUR
The new Abbot took the gill to his chamber and then told her that purification was essential. She had, he said, been polluted and she would be eternally damned if full purification did not take place at once.
"We begin with the removal of your clothes! "
The poor girl, having removed her clothes or-rather-having had them removed by Brother Henry, was now having to take them off before the Abbot. One moment she was polluted by her nakedness, now she had to be naked for purification.
She removed the grey dress and stood for a moment in the ugly black bra and panties that had been handed to her on her admission to the convent. She also wore a pair of thick black stockings that were kept up by black garters fixed to her knickers.
The Abbot said, "Stay like that for one moment. I will get the holy water."
He brought a dark-blue bottle from a cupboard and approaching the novice he sprinkled some of the liquid onto his hand, then touched the girl's shoulders with his wet fingers.
His fingers then strayed to her bra and for an instant his finger-tips felt her nipples underneath the material. Then he shook some more of the liquid onto his hand and applied it to the girl's bare stomach. He muttered incantations as he did so, and the girl began to think that perhaps the Abbot was really cleansing her of the "pollution" she had suffered at the hands of Brother Henry.
"Now take off the rest of your garments," he said, his voice almost a chant.
Slowly she removed first her bra to reveal a pair of splendid girlish breasts, not over-large but firm and erect, the nipples almost uptilted. And then, confusion now evident on her face she bent down and pushed off her panties and stockings at the same time.
Strange words came from the Abbot's mouth as he looked at the naked girl, his eyes glinting with excitement. He took the bottle up again and this time stood close to Jeanette and began to sprinkle the water over her neck, shoulders and titties. She shivered as the cold liquid trickled down her body.
The Abbot put down the bottle and then began to rub the water over her, beginning with her neck and shoulders. Slowly his fingers that had been itching to caress her breasts now strayed to the top of her lovely knockers and then began to stroke them, gradually moving to her nipples. He sprinkled some of the water on to his right palm and then cupped the girl's right breast with it, rubbing the water roughly over the nipple and the tit itself. He repeated the action with her other breast.
She felt a strange shudder as he continued to rotate his palms on first one nipple and then the other, and she felt them harden and gradually reach their full, erect size.
To justify his continued rubbing of her breasts he took a sprinkling of the water from the bottle from time to time and continued to murmur incantatory phrases.
Suddenly it was obvious that an idea had struck him.
"You had better lie on my bed in the next room so that I can apply the purificatory ointment," he told her, nodding his head in the direction of the bedroom while he went over to a glass case that appeared to be full of phials and jars.
She had no alternative but to obey him, though she had heard from the nuns that the bedroom usually meant some sort of frigging experiment for anyone who found herself there with the Abbot. But perhaps this Abbot would be different, she tried to convince herself, and would leave her cunt alone.
She entered the room and dutifully lay down on the large four-poster.
A moment later the Abbot returned with a white jar in his hand.
"I am going to rub in the purificatory ointment now to ensure that the pollution is nullified. I would like you to lie still, face upwards on the bed, your legs slightly apart," he instructed her.
She turned face upwards and slowly and very reluctantly parted her legs.
The Abbot looked down with fierce lust in his face at the helpless girl. He knew that he could do what he wished with her now, and he congratulated himself on the fact that he had just stopped her from being raped by Brother Henry. She was a virgin still and he would be the one to destroy her maidenhead.
The ointment was a simple lubricant which he proposed to use on her vagina, partly to stimulate her and partly to ease the way for him when he was ready to fuck her. It was also slightly anesthetic in its effects, very suitable indeed for using on the vaginal passage of a virgin girl.
"Let us have pure thoughts!" he exclaimed as he began to rub the ointment over her stomach and then over her lower abdomen.
"I hope you understand what I am doing for you," he said in an effort to obtain her full co-operation. "Do you?"
"Yes, Father."
That gave him more confidence for he did not want deliberately to fuck her against her will. It would be much more pleasurable if he could get her to go along with him most of the way. He began to move his hands to her thighs and was soon applying the ointment thickly around her groin, the inside of her thighs and down to her knees.
"I shall now administer first the holy water to your sacred parts, and then the purificatory ointment. It will then be necessary for me to insert my phallus into your cunt so that we can cleanse you thoroughly. If you are very good I may grant you the holy seed of renewal!"
She half guessed what he meant and began to feel a strange sense of curiosity. Was he going to put his ... his prick inside her? Was this what he meant by inserting his phallus? Perhaps it was the only way for full purification, but she did not know ... She tried to quieten the doubts in her mind and gradually, as his fingers moved into the angle of her legs and lightly touched her outer cuntlips with the anesthetic ointment, she slowly relaxed.
For a time she felt a sense of strangeness at the feel of his fingers and then, as the ointment took effect, she was hardly aware that he was touching her. She opened her legs wider and the man could now see the red gash of her cunt fully exposed to his gaze and free to his fingers. He dug two fingers into the jar and then applied the ointment to her twat, working it rapidly up and down the slit till finally he began to probe into her vagina, pressing hard against her cherry.
She felt his fingers enter her cunt-hole and for a moment began to think she ought to protest. But the feeling, at first slightly unpleasant, gradually began to please her and lull her sensibilities. It was rather nice, she felt, to have those fingers pushing into her pussy.
He was grunting with the effort to rupture her hymen, and was soon bent right over her and thrusting with all his force into the girl's pussy. Suddenly he seemed to go in deeply, his whole finger-length disappearing inside. At the same time blood trickled over his fingers and hand, but the girl could not see what had happened.
For some time he continued to lubricate and anaesthetize her vagina, working his fingers in ever more easily as time went on. His prick throbbed with desire for her, but he wanted to be quite sure that she could take his cock painlessly before he finally violated her virgin cunt.
He went on for some minutes working his fingers up and down her vagina, sometimes withdrawing them and running them up her slit to caress her clitoris. Despite the anesthetic he noticed that she trembled slightly as he fingered her small engorged bud, and her eyes sometimes closed as she rolled her head slightly from side to side.
He felt sure that she was beginning to react to his stimulus and decided to remove his clothes.
The heavy, thick-set man quickly slipped off his Abbot's robes and then his only other garment, a thick flannel shirt. He stood naked over the girl with his prick, erect and pulsating, jutting with menace from a mat of greying hair at the base of his abdomen. He felt a jerk of pleasure as he looked down to see her still sighing and rolling her head from side to side, not having realized that he had stopped administering the ointment.
He did not speak, but rapidly mounted the bed and knelt between her legs. Then he bent over and placed the knob of his massive prick close against her cuntlips, feeling for her hole with the fingers of his left hand. Putting the tip of his knob just inside the luscious wet folds of her vagina, he then pushed forwards as he lowered himself onto her naked body, her eyes suddenly opening with surprise as he did so.
A second later his big prick slid into the lovely girlish cunt into the innermost recesses of her vagina where no man's prick had ever been before. He heard her sigh with pleasure as it went into the hilt and took her in his arms.
"That's it, my dear," he said as he leaned his head against her hair, "I'm inside you now to fill you with the seeds of renewal. Let your cunny relax to it; it is good for you."
"Oh, Father, I like it in me. I like it. Please keep it there," she murmured, her whole twat now tingling with pleasure.
The Abbot smiled to himself as he looked down at the innocent girl he had tricked out of her virginity. And the smile gave way to an expression of almost sadistic lust as he began to move down her vagina and then up again, ramming his prick as deeply into her lovely cunt as he could.
He began to move up and down with long, thrusting strokes, taking her by the buttocks with his large hands as he did so, and kissing her lips greedily at the same time. He felt her lips open and he at once flicked his tongue into her mouth, withdrew it and then began to flick it in and out in keeping with his fucking movement.
Slowly she began to open like a flower. Her eyes sought and searched his, her hands went up to his neck, and her whole body seemed to move to his, clinging and fastening onto him like a vine.
He would have liked to have taken a long time over this wonderful act of violation, but he was aroused too much to control his lust. He felt the weight of his desire build up in his prick and balls and, suddenly letting himself go, he urged his cock into her cunt with cruel abandon bringing on his orgasm almost at once. Soon she felt the flood of his scum inside her and cried out with the thrill of the hot wet semen spurting against her upper cunt.
"You have been renewed," he whispered as his orgasm was completed and he lay inert on her lovely body.
"Yes, Father," she murmured. "I know, it feels lovely. I have never felt anything so exciting before in my life."
"Then I shall do it again to you soon, my dear. But don't tell the others."
CHAPTER FIVE
The Abbot now knew that he could fuck the girl whenever he wanted her without the elaborate build-up about purification. But he also knew that many of the monks in the monastery were on the brink of rebellion.
He decided that he would appease them one by one by inviting them to share some of his hump-experiences. But he wanted to keep Jeanette for himself, so he decided that Sister Maria might be the most suitable candidate.
The next day he invited Brother Alaric to his chambers. He knew that he had been a supporter of Brother Henry and he felt that if he could win him over to his side, the danger of rebellion would be distinctly lessened.
"I've got Sister Maria coining here for an hour," he told the monk. "I felt you might rather like the idea. Later, I propose to let some of you have the pleasure of one of the virgins. But we must remember Miquelon: don't take all your best physical pleasures first, keep them for later."
When the nun came in and began to remove her garments and revealed the lovely silk underwear she always wore on such occasions, Brother Alaric's eyes widened and his criticisms of the Abbot were stilled. He had had very few fuck-experiences in the time since he joined the Order and had never expected to see a body as luscious as Maria's.
"Well, I want Maria to bend over here," said the Abbot when she had removed even her underwear. "She will suck me while you frig her from behind, Brother. Oh, here is the Abbess."
The Abbess had been invited to the chamber as the Abbot knew of her predilection for watching the hump-act. He smiled at her as she took up her position at the back of the chamber behind Maria to watch the fucking about to take place.
He had also invited two other monks who seemed to be rather dangerous. They would first be titillated by the Abbess herself who enjoyed having her breasts sucked, and then be allowed to fuck Maria.
The two younger monks entered the chamber a moment or two later and all was ready for the orgy-for that was the only word for it.
Maria, eager to have the monk in her, bent over while the man fingered her under her buttocks, feeling for her slit. At the same time the Abbot exposed himself and thrust his prick under Sister Maria's face. She took it with an almost professional touch and began to caress the large prick. The monk, his prick also hard and erect, wasted no time and thrust into the nun from behind, just as she brought her mouth down to the Abbot's prick and began to lick it almost greedily.
The Abbess had indicated her desire to be part of the scene by removing her panties and pulling her gown from her breast. One of the younger monks, highly stimulated by the sight of the older woman's hairy cunt, at once grasped one of her nipples and began to twist it roughly.
Alaric was energetically frigging the naked nun, forcing his prick deep into her cunt with animal-like movements and ruthless thrusts. The more the nun felt the massive prick inside her cunt the more she felt the urge to suck at the Abbot's prick. The stimulus of the one reacted on the other, and soon her whole body was shaking and shuddering with electric-like currents of hump-pleasure.
"Fuck me!" she began to say, "Fuck me, Brother! Don't spare me." Having spoken these few words she went back to sucking the Abbot's prick, drawing it as far into her mouth as she could, sensing that it would only be a minute or two before he would ejaculate and flood her mouth with his hot, creamy scum.
The monk was grunting with excitement as he felt the heaviness in his prick, and he began to ram his dick hard into the nun's flesh, his breathing now hoarse and labored. She wriggled to assist his more effective penetration, avidly sucking at the Abbot's prick as she did so.
Across the room the Abbess seemed to have lost all control of herself, revealing a repressed desire that had not really been given an outlet for years. She now began to finger her own cunt as the two monks sucked a nipple each and felt behind her, one of them pushing a finger in her anus, the other reaching under the bottom of her slit, his fingers coming into contact with hers as he did so.
It seemed to work out that the young monk reached his climax just as Sister Maria brought the Abbot to his climax and the two other monks the Abbess to hers. There were suddenly cries and grunts of satisfaction as almost simultaneously Alaric sent his sperm shooting into Maria and the Abbot ejaculated his whole load in her mouth.
* * *
The Abbot was really determined to fuck Celeste, but even he hesitated to break the rules to the extent of violating a novice who had only been in the convent about four days.
He decided that he would at least feel things out by inviting her in the dead of night to his chamber. If he found her willing, there was no reason at all why the Abbess or anyone else should hear of it; if she was unwilling he might be able to pin some act of disobedience on her and send her to the woman's punishment cell where another opportunity might present itself to frig her.
The very thought of the lovely Celeste in his arms fired his lust. He at once ordered one of his most trusted monks to bring her to him at midnight.
Celeste awoke from her sleep, alarmed to see a black cowled head looking down at her. "Miss Celeste," the figure said in a deep voice, "you are to come with me to the Abbot."
She trembled with fear as she heard the words. At the best of times she would have been frightened to be called before the new Abbot, but it was terrifying to be awakened at night and suddenly told to go to him. She heard her heart beating loudly, felt her mouth go dry, and she almost fainted.
"Why?" she dared to ask.
"Never mind why. Just do as you are told. I shall wait outside your cell for you."
The monk left the cell and she dressed rapidly, putting on her cloak for added warmth in the chill midnight air.
Five minutes later she entered the darkly lit outer chamber of the Abbot's quarters and he came forward to greet her.
"Ah, Celeste, come this way," he said, indicating the door to his bedroom. "We have to have a little talk."
Shivering with cold and shaking with fear she went ahead of him into his chamber, and felt at once the warmth and comfort of the room. He closed the door after himself and then told her to sit down.
"Now, Celeste, I understand that you went through the first initiation ceremony when you came here last week. Is that so?"
"Yes, Father."
"Well, now we reach a second stage of your novicehood and that is why I called you here at this unusual hour. We have to consecrate the act that has already taken place, that is, we reach a stage at which you now dedicate yourself, your whole life and future to the demands and requirements of the Order."
She did not like the sound of the words "your whole life and future", but she nodded in the Abbot's direction.
"Such ceremonies take place after midnight and before the crowing of the cock. First of all you will take off all your clothes, Celeste, and then we can begin."
She was slowly coming awake and began to recall the excitement she had begun to feel when she had been called to the new Abbot before. Perhaps, after all, it was not going to be so terrifying.
She unfastened the buttons to the long grey frock that was the standard wear for novices, having taken off her cloak on entering the chamber. Then she stepped from the garment to reveal her bra and panties.
Although they were of the standard pattern issued to novices Celeste had been lucky in getting a bra that fitted her to perfection, her big titties filling out the cups so effectively that she looked almost elegant in the thick, heavy garment. Her hips, buttocks and pelvis equally filled out the panties and the Abbot felt an immediate glow of desire when he saw her shapely ass filling out the panties.
She bent down and undid the garters that kept up her stockings, slowly rolling them down her legs. Then she reached around to unclasp the old-fashioned type bra, letting it fall forward to reveal her nakedness. The Abbot feasted his eyes on her lovely, shapely tits and eagerly reached out to touch her nipples.
She put up no resistance and waited while he gently caressed them for a moment or two, muttering something about the need for complete purity. When her nipples had hardened he released her and said: "Continue, my dear, we can only consecrate your body when you are completely naked."
Consecrate her body! That was a new angle, thought Celeste. It would seem that it would give the Abbot plenty of scope for caressing and fondling her. She began to think it might be quite exciting, as already she had felt a small thrill of pleasure at the way he had taken hold of her nipples and made them erect to their full size.
She removed her panties and stood naked in front of the Abbot.
She waited for him to touch her as she knew that he would. He leaned forward and said: "Now let us dedicate you to the Lord's purposes! " He moved his hand over her head, bowed, and then kissed first one breast and then the other, still murmuring words of incantation.
"Now I must purify those parts of your body that may lead you into irreligious passions. I want you to lie on the bed."
She almost knew what was coming, but no longer minded. Her cunt was already trembling with a kind of anticipatory excitement. She could already guess what it would be like when he touched her down there....
She lay down on the bed, her legs close together.
The Abbot brought a small phial across from the glass case that was filled with bottles, jars, and other receptacles of every description.
"This small bottle," he said, "contains water from the River Jordan. I shall pour its contents on to you in a certain part of your body, and you will be ready for utter dedication."
He bent over the lovely teenager and placing his left hand on her right thigh he indicated by pressure from his fingers that he wished her to part her thighs. She was beginning to feel some doubt in her mind now she was lying naked on the bed, and half resisted his pressure.
"Oh, there is no need to fear anything, my child," said the Abbot coaxingly. "Come let me bathe you in the waters of die Jordan."
He spoke reassuringly and she slowly opened her thighs, the Abbot's eyes glinting with lust when he saw her cuntlips and a suggestion of the pink membrane between. His fingers reached for her twat-lips and parted them.
She trembled at die touch of his fingers, but when a moment later he emptied the contents of the phial onto her open gash she shivered almost with shock and had no time to notice that the Abbot at once began to rub her clitoris.
It almost seemed, at first, that he was helping her to overcome the shock of the cold water on her very sensitive cunt, but then she realized that he was effectively working on one small part between her lips, rubbing it vigorously and looking into her face to detect the effect he was having on her.
She wanted to put up some resistance, to push him from her, and get up from the bed. But slowly she began to feel an incredible sense of pleasure that began to spread from that one spot between her cuntlips to her whole body, even somehow communicating with her breasts.
Slowly she began to relax, thinking that, perhaps, it might be pleasant to let the man carry out his religious duties. There could, surely, be nothing wrong in such a thing.
His fingers now began to move up and down her cunny and even momentarily entered the orifice to her vagina, pressing hard against her unruptured hymen.
She knew enough about the physiology of a virgin to be aware that if he ruptured her cherry she would have lost her virginity. She began to wriggle to avoid his fingers, as she had been told on many occasions by her father that she should not let anyone break it until she was married. Was it right for the Abbot to finger her there and risk breaking it? But it was certainly pleasant, the way he caressed her cuntlips, fondled her small, sensitive bud, and ran his finger-tips down either side of her legs.
Perhaps, after all, he would do no harm to her.
But his fingers were now pressing hard into her quivering cunthole, pushing and screwing almost as if he wanted to force them into her. In and out he moved them, pressing against the thick membrane a little harder each time. He seemed to be panting for breath and she could see that he was red-faced and that sweat poured down his cheeks.
He temporarily withdrew his fingers from her hole and began to caress her clitoris again.
Now he was gender, very carefully using a circular motion on the bud, fingering it with great delicacy, and to such effect that she felt new waves of excitement invade her body. She wanted to arch her body up to his fingers so that he would press the bud a little harder, but she did not like to behave immodestly. She lay back waiting for him to increase the pressure on the erotic center, knowing that when he did so she would enjoy an intense feeling of pleasure.
He slowly did increase the pressure, taking the now enlarged clitty between his finger and thumb and twisting it between them. She murmured and moved her body to his actions. He continued to delicately message the bud for another few minutes and then when he saw that she was aroused, judging from her face, the moans that escaped her lips and the way she writhed her body, he released his hand and at once got off the bed and took off his clothes.
"I think the moment has come for this," he said, standing there naked and holding his erect prick in his hand. 'This is the instrument of purification, you understand?"
She only partly understood. She knew that a man possessed something that went into a girl or woman, but she was not altogether clear about it and its connection with virginity.
But now she wanted something. There was something missing, something she wanted to complete the feelings he had aroused in her. She no longer thought or cared about her virginity. Perhaps the Abbot would put that big thing inside her. Ah, yes, she thought she remembered being told about it....
The Abbot desired to fuck the girl with her cherry intact It was not often such a situation came his way. He had been only too eager to fuck Jeanette and to simplify matters and to get her co-operation he had lubricated her vagina and ruptured her cherry first. But here was an even prettier girl and she was his for the taking! And he wanted to have the exquisite pleasure of breaking through the hymen with his prick, forcing it into her, making her suffer and cry out in agony.
He got on the bed, murmured some words of incantation, and then opened her cuntlips with the Angers of his two hands. He looked at her lovely pink gash and felt a spasm of excitement and lust thrill through his body.
He lay on top of her and began to kiss her breasts and touch her exquisitely soft skin. Then, maneuvering himself into an effective position, he pushed his prick hard against her hymen, withdrew a little, thrust again, withdrew, twisted his cock slightly, and then shoved with all his force. She cried out as the membrane began to give and she felt a streak of red pain shoot through her body. But the man took no notice, simply working his hard shaft as hard as he could in the tight passage, thrusting it with all his force against her cherry.
He began to frig her more harshly, beginning to feel indifferent to her cries of pain, thrusting his prick cruelly into her vagina, in and out, in and out, as he gripped her under the shoulders to get the maximum grip on her. Then suddenly he broke through and he felt his dong go half way up her passage, and, at the same time, felt the hot wetness of her broken cherry....
Celeste was no longer a virgin!
CHAPTER SIX
The new Abbott's cunt-appetite was now fully aroused. The very next morning he sent for the Abbess.
"I should like to have a list of novices and of any girls that have just arrived here," he said. She looked at him sharply, at first tempted to lie to him. But she feared the man more than his predecessor and decided that she would have to provide him with the information he requested.
The Abbott took a note of the names and saw with particular satisfaction that a new candidate had arrived at the monastery the day before.
"Alice Lederer? Who is she? English?" he asked the Superior.
"Yes. She's rather an unusual entrant," answered the Superior, who had taken a dislike to the English girl. "She's an unmarried mother and has given her child for adoption. She has completely reformed her ways and the former Abbott decided that she ought to be allowed to try for a novitiate."
"She has given birth to a child? When?" asked the Abbott.
"Only two weeks ago. I think the birth of the child was a shock to her and she asked her parents to find a place in a French convent for her. She was passed to us by Lyons. She's only really just recovered from her confinement."
The Abbott seemed particularly interested in the question of her physical condition, but he did not wish the Abbess to suspect his intentions.
"But is she fit to be here? I mean ... is the girl still giving milk?" He looked down at the floor as he spoke.
"I have not had her examined but I can find out about her. She looks quite well, but I do not really know.
"Well, Mother," said the Abbot, asserting his authority, "No, send her to me. I will find out about her. I think she had better come to me now. But please outline to her the vows she has to take, and stress the need for absolute obedience."
"Yes, Father." And with that the Abbess retired to prepare the girl for the Abbott.
* * *
About an hour later Sister Francoise brought the girl to the Abbot.
She entered the room, her long fair hair flowing behind her, her large breasts almost bursting through her own clothes.
The Abbot spoke to Sister Francoise, telling her to provide a candidate's habit for the girl and then he dismissed her.
"Now, my dear," said the Abbot, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "How do you feel? Have you got over your confinement?"
"Yes, Father." The lovely blue-eyed English girl spoke with an upper class accent but her French grammar was perfect.
"I do not wish to be indelicate, Alice, but I must ask you whether you are still ... how shall I say ... are your mammary glands still working?"
"Yes, Father," said the girl, eyeing him steadily. "I still have milk in my titties and I have to take it away each day, but it is less than it was."
"I see. Well, I think that you had better remove the upper part of your frock so that I can see. It is important that you should be fit enough for the rigors of the Order."
"Yes, Father." The girl at once obeyed his instructions and unfastened three or four buttons at the top of her dress and then pulled it away from her shoulders.
She looked at the Abbot, waiting for him.
"Now I should like you to remove your brassiere, my dear," said the Abbot, a smile on his face, his eyes eager to catch a glimpse of the girl's naked tits.
She reached around and unfastened the clasps at the back of the bra and then she removed the garment.
Her breasts were still those of a nursing mother, enormously large, and heavily weighed down with the milk activity.
The monk's eyes gloated on them and he got up and walked over to the girl.
"You will appreciate," he said, "that I have to be fully apprised of the physical condition of new candidates." With those ominous words he reached out and took one of the large nipples in his fingers and began to squeeze it. Milk at once began to dribble from the breast.
"The milk is still flowing freely," commented the Abbot. "I think it would be wrong to allow your candidacy to begin until the mammary function has subsided."
"But, Father...." The girl looked disappointed. "Well, there is no need to worry. Perhaps we can speed up the process, or, at least, put it to good use." He seemed to hesitate for a moment The girl, he had been told, had reformed. What he was about to propose to her might well distress her.
"You see," he said. "Your milk could be utilized. I er
"By whom?" she asked him innocently.
"Well, by me. You see it would be a symbolic act for a young woman to give her milk to God's representative. It would exonerate you from having to wait to begin your novitiate. It would also help to wipe out the sin you have committed. Do you understand?"
"But I could never do that, Father, never!"
"You will have to do as you are ordered. It is the first rule as Mother has told you."
"It is shameful, Father, and I am horrified. I came here to get away from the sins of the outside world and now I find you making this indecent proposal. No, I shall never agree."
The monk argued, threatened and tried to persuade. But it was to no avail. In another ten minutes he was shouting at the girl, warning her that she would be disciplined by being sent to one of the punishment cells. It had no effect at all on the girl, and a few minutes later the new Abbot had her taken to a small cell and placed in chains.
He informed the Abbess of his decision, telling her that the new entrant had revealed an undisciplined and rebellious nature and that he would have to teach her a lesson. The Abbess was secretly pleased at the Abbot's decision.
* * *
That night the Abbot, unable to get the girl out of his head and filled with an uncontrollable lust for the taste of a woman's milk direct from the titty, made his way to her cell.
When he reached the cell he entered and at once removed his habit. The girl still chained by one arm and one leg looked with horror at the naked monk.
"I am sorry you have had to be sent here," he said. "Now I am going to give you a final chance to absolve your wickedness." As he spoke he advanced on the girl and grasped hold of one of her breasts, taking it greedily in his hands and at once bringing his mouth to her large nipple. The girl tried to elude him, but she was effectively tethered and in a moment he had gripped hold of her free arm so that she had no means of protest open to her. He sucked greedily at the nipple soon drawing milk from the free-flowing titty.
As he sucked the sweet milk his prick hardened and his cock trembled with an urgent desire. He was now entirely unable to resist fucking the girl and, having had his fill of the rich milk, he released the nipple. Moving to the back of the girl, he forced her against the wall in such a way that he could easily possess her cunt.
He was about to insert his avid prick into her twat, when the Abbess entered the cell, bearing a candle. "Ah," she said, "I see that she is being more reasonable."
"Yes, I think she soon will be." But he took little or no notice of the woman as he forced his thick shaft of cock into the lovely girl's vagina and began to work it vigorously up and down her soft warm cunt-hole.
He gripped hold of the girl and began to fuck her with an almost violent passion, ramming his prick deep into her girlish twat as simultaneously he reached for her dripping tits and squeezed the milk from them.
He then felt the girl suddenly relax and in a hoarse whisper he said to her, "Well, do you repent of your disobedience?"
"Yes, yes," she murmured breathlessly. "Yes, fuck me Father, but release my chains."
The man, almost possessed with lust wanted to go on, but the vision of the girl co-operating with him was too much for him. He at once withdrew from her and, turning to the Abbess, he said, "Yes, she has come to her senses, we will release her and let her have her habit. Then I shall take her to my chamber." As he spoke he nodded in the direction of the girl, implying that the Abbess should free her. And the Abbess, reaching for her keys, went over and unlocked the metal clasps that held the girl captive.
"Please supply her with her habit and send her to me." The Abbot at once left the cell.
A few minutes later a chastened young Alice was led into the Abbot's chamber by Sister Francoise. When the latter withdrew, the Abbot said that he was very glad she had come to her senses and told her to go into the adjoining room, undress and get into the bed.
She obeyed him and it was not long before he was wildly fucking her naked body between the warm blankets of the huge four-poster.
* * *
He kept her there all night, drinking the warm milk from her titties at intervals, and fucking her half a dozen times before dawn.
He wanted to keep the girl for himself and when the morning came he ordered her to her cell, telling her to stay there, except for the services. He would arrange for her food to be sent to her. He calculated that she might keep her milk for three or four months if her knockers were suitably stimulated.
That was why she was not present at the tremendous orgy the Abbot arranged for the following evening to celebrate the final assumption of his role as Abbot.
It was a tremendous occasion. The large refectory was heated and lighted with hundreds of candles. An enormous repast was prepared and about half an hour before the celebration was due to begin the word went around that monks and nuns were to mix quite freely at the dinner-celebration.
About a dozen nuns were present and some eighteen monks, including The Abbot Some of the opposition monks declined to attend, but the attractions of food and wine, as well as the presence of the nuns, won two or three of Brother Anselm's supporters over to the new Abbot.
The food was served on immense gold plates and the men and women helped themselves liberally from the huge dishes placed in the middle of the long refectory tables. Wine flowed like water and after an hour or so some of the company were hopelessly drunk. Others began to sing ribald songs, while the Abbot and his close associates took up positions close to the girls of their choice.
By ten o'clock two of the nuns had some of their garments removed and there was the sudden call from one of the Abbot's supporters for a dance from one of the novices. Young Jeanette was lifted onto the table and as she began to dance, wine was thrown over her and her clothes were tom from her. Soon she was dancing completely naked on the long table.
Brother Grotius was horrified to see the girl he loved exposing her tits and twat to the drunken assembly and he managed, during a lull in the proceedings, to coax her to his side. He moved his hand to her and for the first time felt her luscious pussy. Half-drunk the lovely girl clung to him and allowed him to finger her cuntlips and kiss her engorged nipples.
Meanwhile Brother Gregorius, one of the new Abbot's most vociferous supporters, began to disrobe and soon held his huge, erect prick in his hand, urging the monks to give way to their frigging desires.
One of them threw a beaker of wine over the erect cock and at once another monk got hold of one of the semi-naked novices, forcing her head down over Brother Gregorius's prick "lick it up!" he shouted at her. The girl, at first afraid, bent over and then took the man's prick in her mouth and within a few moments was avidly sucking on the wine-tasting dick as Brother Gregorius forced it as deep into her mouth as he could.
Another novice, her clothes tom from her by two younger monks, was lifted onto the table, placed in a sitting position so that her cunt was close to the mouth of a third member of the group, a red-haired monk from Tuscany. He at once began to suck at the exposed pink gash of the girl, pulling her towards him so that his mouth could closely engage with her prominent cuntlips.
At the far end of the table there was a commotion when, in front of die Abbess, a young nun was stripped and laid out, two monks jumping on top of her. For some reason the Abbess objected and a moment later the girl was dragged under the table to be raped by one after another of the group of older monks.
The orgy gradually got out of control.
The girl who was sitting over the edge of the table began to move her cuntlips against the monk's face, pressing her sensitive clitoris against his teeth until she felt her twat-juices flooding from her. The monk drank greedily at her cunt-juices as they dribbled from her, while another young novice, now completely carried away by the scenes around her, reached out to take the man's prick in her mouth, bringing him to an almost immediate orgasm.
The girl under the table was being raped by one after another of the monks. Her cunt was covered with semen and saliva, but she continued to receive the men's cocks and, despite the fact that she had fought against her violation at the beginning, now arched her back and moved her ass and cunt to each man's thrusts.
Brother Grotius had finally got Jeanette to remove her clothes and he had pulled out his massive prick and inserted it in her luscious mouth. He pushed her back on the long bench and, getting astride her, he stimulated himself for a while by moving his prick against her sensual lips. It was not long before the lovely young novitiate took hold of his huge shaft of dick and began to rub it against her lips, finally taking it into her mouth and sucking the uncovered knob frantically. Fully aroused, Brother Grotius then slid down her body and began to fuck the girl lustfully.
The Abbess herself had her breasts uncovered and two older monks had taken a nipple and breast each, fondling her tits eagerly with their fingers as they sucked at her wrinkled old nipples.
From every part of the room came moans of delights, and grunts of satisfaction, with occasional loud cries of protest as a monk took an unusual cunt-liberty with one of the nuns not so ready to participate in the orgy. But as the drink took effect and the sight around them entered their spirit, the nuns who had at first resisted any advances began to give themselves to the orgy with abandon, tearing off their habits and exposing their cunts to the nearest monk's erect cock.
Celeste who had only slowly let herself enter into the spirit and excitement of the orgy, allowed herself to be fucked by the Abbot, removing her clothes and then pouring wine into her cunt-hole, inviting the man to suck it from her luscious gash. Other men crowded around the lovely girl, but the Abbot ordered them away, taking and possessing the beautiful cunt of the sixteen-year-old selfishly and greedily.
Other nuns jumped on the table, danced a few steps before being seized by one of the monks, and then lifted down to be violated. Others sat on the table to let the monks suck their breasts or cunts, while others bent down to receive the massive monkish phalluses into their mouths.
Soon the whole room was filled with cries and grunts of satisfaction and lustful fulfillment, as one after another the monks got what they wanted and began to tire of the unlimited screwing....
CHAPTER SEVEN
Things had got out of control in the monastery, the two contending groups for the Abbotship, settling into different wings.
But the Abbot still held sway over the main entrance, and was still influential with the Abbess. It was really only a matter of time before the opposition would be defeated, thought the Abbess, and it would therefore be wiser not to transfer her allegiance. In any case the Abbot had shown that he accepted her position completely, even pandering it to the extent of sending virile young monks to her chambers at night.
The Abbess was at that very moment planning to hold a session of what she chose to call re-dedication in her own chamber.
She had asked four of the younger monks and one of the novices to her chamber for the evening. Her prick appetites were growing so insatiable that she regarded the presence of two men at a time essential if she were going to get real cunt-fulfillment and she had thoughtfully brought in two other monks to have the use of the novice.
They assembled in her chamber after dusk and when the door was locked the Abbess gave the signal to the novice to remove her clothes.
The girl had arrived at the monastery two days previously, but had not yet received any kind of initiation in view of the turmoil created by the antagonism between the Abbot and the opposition.
The Abbess saw no reason why all the new girls should be handed over to the Abbot, and she had, indeed, carefully kept back news of the gill's arrival.
The girl looked astonished at the Abbess and the four monks when she was asked to undress.
"Undress?" she said.
"Yes, you are to undress. You must be aware already that obedience is your first vow! "
"But I cannot undress before these ... these men."
"I order you to undress," said the Abbess, sharply.
The girl, still wearing her civilian clothes, slowly began to remove her frock. Soon she stood in an elegant silk bra and panties, hesitating before going any further.
"Continue," ordered the Abbess sternly.
As she took off her bra and showed her lovely tits, the monks exchanged glances with the Abbess. It was obvious that all five of them were aroused at the sight of her lovely white knockers.
"Now your panties," the Abbess almost barked, her eyes glinting with excitement.
The girl, who had been wearing no stockings, took off her panties and stood naked before the ten eager eyes. They could see at once that she was very shapely indeed, having prominent breasts and asscheeks, fine, powerful thighs and slender legs. Her fair hair reached down to the top of her buttocks.
It was then that the girl had the surprise of her life, for the Abbess now began to take off her robes and underclothes and a few moments later stood naked herself between the four monks.
"We are going to have a purificatory ceremony," she said. "These two men," she nodded to the two younger monks, "will act as instruments of such purification in my case, and those two," she nodded towards the rather older men, "in your case."
The girl looked at the two men in bewilderment. "But-?" she began but was interrupted by the two men coming and taking hold of her.
"I want you to bend over towards my friend," said one of the monks. "He will then show you what you are to do. Bend over so." He indicated that she should lean over towards the other monk.
She looked in utter astonishment across the room for the other two monks had parted their habits and were handling their enormous cocks.
The girl knew quite a lot about such things, having had many a necking session with the boys on the farm where she had been brought up. But her experiences had never gone beyond necking and caressing and she had certainly never seen two men pull out their genital organs in such an obscene way. She knew that the boys called them "pricks".
She began to protest, but the monk behind her now pressed her forward so that her head was against the stomach of the second monk, and before she knew what was happening she found a large prick pushed against her face.
She tried to avoid the man's grasp but he gripped her by the hair and forced her mouth towards the massive dick-head. "You'll suck, you see," he said in crude dialectical French.
She tried to move her mouth from the putrid smelling prick but the man pushed the head to her lips, telling her to take it between her lips or it would, he said, be die worse for her. And as her lips came into contact with the dreaded object she felt the contact of the other monk's flesh against her ass. A stiff fleshy pole, which she knew to be his prick was thrusting its way between her thighs, and the man's Angers felt for her vagina.
In a moment or two, her head pushed down on the first monk's prick, the other monk's prick hard between her legs, the girl began to feel a sense of complete resignation. She could see that there would be no support for her from the Abbess who, to the gill's utter disgust, was standing looking frenziedly at the erect cocks of the two other monks, and seemed to he about to take one against her body.
There was nothing she could do about it, she realized, and she relaxed her legs to the second monk's probing.
The girl felt the prick enter her cunt. She was a virgin but unlike many other French girls she had been very active in sports at school and had long ago ruptured her hymen. Perhaps it was just as well for die scarcely felt any pain as the massive shaft invaded her girlish cunt from behind and began to move swiftly up and down in her tight pussy.
The other man was urging her with words as well as with pressure on her head to lick and suck his prick, and very slowly as the unpleasant taste disappeared she began to give the man an almost professional cocksucking job.
Her lips were thick and sensual and she was just fitted right for licking a dick. Soon die went to the job with a certain enthusiasm, especially as she felt her cunt begin to tremble with a kind of new pleasure as the thick prick went on moving up and down her from behind.
Suddenly the two monks spoke to each other and then the first one moved her head rapidly up and down on his prick, while the second seemed to redouble his thrusts, as well as their power, in her vagina. And then, amid grunts of satisfaction and uttered obscenities the girl felt her mouth and body filled with hot creamy sperm, that in her mouth almost choking her and filling her with nausea.
* * *
That night the new Abbot received a deputation from the opposition. They asked for certain concessions in return for which they guaranteed their loyalty and allegiance to the new head of the monastery.
The Abbot at once agreed to them and peace once more reigned in the monastery.
It is some time since news of the monastery has leaked out into the world, but a year or two after the period this story describes, the old Abbess died and she was replaced by Sister Maria.
Celeste, having fully adopted the ways of the monastery, has risen high in the sisterly hierarchy and finds plenty of opportunities to indulge in the passions she expressed for so long.
Indeed so lax has the rule in the monastery become that there are virtually nightly hump-orgies in one of the small chapels. Celeste and the Abbess are two of the keenest participants and it is now almost a case of the women of the convent fucking the new young monks rather than the other way around.
Certainly Sister Maria can strike a hard bargain with old Brother Angus, still the Abbot: she will never send a virgin to him unless she and Celeste receive a suitable virile cock from a fresh young male....
* * *
PART TWO
CHAPTER ONE
As our regular readers know "Sex Correspondence Magazine" has been produced by different people over many years. They have all been devotees of sexual liberty, or the freedom to frig when you like. New members have come in from time to time and others have dropped out.
John, who was one of the most highly sexed men that ever lived, with Grace, a juvenile delinquent, if ever there was one, started the magazine about five years ago. It has flourished ever since within its limited circulation.
At present it is edited jointly by three young couples.
We are all in the game of sex. Although legally married we free love as we like. The three girls like to shift around as the opportunity presents itself. The men do the same. The first great advantage is that no one need be unsatisfied at any time. For the girls the second advantage is that when one of them has really got the urge to hump all three of the fellows fuck her and the other two girls do not mind. At the moment, for instance, Beryl is the one who wants to get laid. She is Tom's wife, but the other two of us have gone around the last few nights to their flat and Beryl has had six hard fucks a night, two from each man. Twice the other two girls were there to watch, but on the other evenings they were out, having their kicks elsewhere.
The third advantage of our arrangement is that we can help each other. When one of the wives wants to screw a new man or several men it is easy for her husband to get it organized. Last month Kitty was twenty-two and on her birthday we arranged a special party. She was, of course, the guest of honor, but was immensely surprised not to find any other girl present. We had arranged for ten men only. They crowded around Kitty, gave her drinks and they then asked her if she would like to play the principal part in a gamble.
The gamble for which each of the ten men put in one hundred dollars was one half to the winner and one half to Kitty. Fifty dollars a piece.
The winner was to be the man who could fuck and shoot his load the most times within the five hours from ten o'clock. The ten entrants would cut cards for their hump sequence. Anyone failing would be disqualified.
Kitty shrieked with laughter. Oh boy, was she game! The whole lot of us to fuck her through one night and to go on fucking in turn until spent. This was Kitty's dream birthday!
But it is not only to satisfy the girls that we help each other. The girls help the men. They introduce youngsters ready to become horny and they watch out for other girls who the men may like. Harriet, when shopping in Bond Street, saw a very tall blonde, short-skirted, black-booted, big-breasted, long-haired. She thought, "Just Jimmy's type! "
The blonde went into a hairdresser's. Harriet followed her. Neither had made appointments. They had to wait. Harriet made certain that they got conversing. Before they left the blonde was invited to visit. The first time she came to the Knightsbridge flat was a great success. Jimmy was all for it. The second visit he was all prepared. A telephone call came through which Harriet said made it absolutely necessary for her to leave them for a couple of hours.
Of course the inevitable happened. Soon Jimmy and the blonde were on the bed, enjoying themselves, she well-content to make sure they only had one hour out of the two. He fully aware of the plot with Harriet, his lovely, horny wife. Within half an hour she very quietly slipped her key into the lock. She stood in the hall and listened to the panting and groaning and obscene whispering in the bedroom as Jimmy was fucking the blonde.
She walked in, just as Jim was at his fiercest cock-thrusts into the blonde's cunt. What fun they had! First of all the appearance of recriminations-then Harriet's insistence on being fucked herself.
Then her forgiveness.
Then they fucked all together!
Well, now you know something about "Sex Correspondence Magazine"-and something about the people who compile it.
Whatever your desires we will try to satisfy them. Just write and tell us the type your really like to fuck with....
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PART THREE
CHAPTER ONE
It had been a splendid year in business for Douglas and then the big deal had come off. In the post that morning was the five figure check. He took it around to the bank, drew a nice sum in cash and decided he needed a drink. As he strolled westward he turned into the Piccadilly entrance of the Ritz, bearing right he descended the carpeted stairs to the downstairs bar. It was only just eleven o'clock, but the trim figure of a shapely female preceded him.
She was a young woman, he judged in her thirties, with a magnificent figure, set off by a lovely pair of tits and a voluptuous ass. Her clothes were very smart, but his shrewd eyes detected that they were not new. They had been very good but they had been worn many times. Not that they were crumpled, the very reverse, they showed that they had had repeated pressings.
She went to the bar. Her slightly husky voice was low-"Large scotch and dry ginger, Joe, please."
She opened her bag, fumbling inside it Joe paused. Douglas was standing nearby. "Put it down, will you, Joe."
"I'm sorry, madame, your account is too much already." He spoke very politely, only whispering, but he was quite firm. He half-turned to Douglas, who re-acted quickly.
'Two large scotches and dry ginger, please."
He pushed over a fiver. He smiled at her and moved one of the glasses towards her and took the bottle of dry ginger.
"Say when?"
"When!" she declared, smiling, "and thank you." He noticed that her hand trembled a little as she raised the glass.
They chatted. She admitted freely, "I've pushed my tab too high with Joe, but I do need my morning drink."
"Why? Are finances a bit difficult?" asked Douglas.
"Not really, I do quite well, but I've just had to pay out school fees for my two girls and that's put me down heavily. Besides they are due back for the summer vacation this week and I wanted to take them away abroad."
"What? You with two girls at school! You can't be old enough! "
Penelope, (Penny as Douglas called her later) laughed.
"It's a bit of a confession but I had Celia when I was sixteen and Daphne the year after. They are now 15 and 14, so you can calculate my age."
Douglas did a quick of arithmetic and realized the attractive girl he was chatting with was only 31 or 32.
But her other remarks had made him think. He had their glasses refilled. They talked of the world, of experiences, of travels and of men and women. They were of equal sophistication, although Douglas was more widely travelled.
To establish Penelope's interests he changed another fiver at the bar, leaving the change until they had agreed to go for a bit of lunch together. He pushed the money over, saying, "Don't forget your change, my dear." She was beginning to weigh him up and with half closed eyes she glanced seductively at him. Men who are prepared to spend money, but yet conceal any sign of a gift were few and far between.
With a look that told him that she appreciated all his motives she slipped the money into her handbag.
The lunch was much more exciting. Penelope sat low down with arms and muscles pressing her lovely big tits upwards. Their knees under the table made contact, their conversation became more confidential and more sexually perverted in its implications.
Douglas mentioned that he must look back into his office but invited her to meet him later. She responded by the innocent, or suggestive, words:
"Love to, you nice man, but I have one very special regular visitor I must see until seven o'clock. Would some time after that suit you?"
"Yes, of course, as early or as late as you like. Let's go out to the Hot-Spot club. We can get some food and watch the show."
So it was agreed with details of meeting. Douglas got through at his office quickly and was back in his flat for a bath, shave and change in good time for his appointment. Penelope had less time. Her visitor was a client who required a good whipping before he gave her a generous present. Then she too bathed, perfumed herself and slipped into a little tight fitting frock that displayed her figure as boldly as if naked. She loved showing off her body because she loved men being horny with her and she had a considerable element of the cock-teaser in her. Although she was quite willing to satisfy men as they wished, she obtained the greatest fun herself from tantalizing them and in finding out their deepest desires.
Her plan was to do just this with Douglas-but she little knew how knowledgeable his fuck-experiences had made him.
He picked her up at nine o'clock as they had arranged. She invited him in for (me quick drink which allowed him to see her luxurious two room apartment and to appreciate its smallness nevertheless.
This all fitted into a pattern which was beginning to form in his mind. Douglas did not fail to notice and to pass compliments on her turnout and appearance. She was a fine piece, slim of thigh although well-rounded of ass, long and svelte legs, almost tiny waist but then jutting out with the two most enormous tits. Her little light black frock reaching to two inches above her knees and encasing her whole body like a glove, accentuated the prominence of her breasts, while the globes and nipples revealed the deep valley between the constricted knockers.
They drank to each other. "Feeling better than this morning?" he questioned.
"Certainly, thanks to you, plus some excitement in between our meetings."
Her eyes glittered. She had had a successful session with her masochistic friend, or client, as she sometimes called them to herself. He had been completely subservient and the punishment he had accepted and which she had inflicted had armed her passions as well as gratifying him in his strong erotic pleasures.
Penelope was in a high mood of excitement. At every step she could feel each thigh rub over the other, she could tighten the muscles of her upper legs to bring pressure onto her most cunty region. She was in that excited twat-state which only a woman knows, of remaining constantly on the verge of an orgasm without quite loosing her control. Douglas was, of course, her present desire as far as cock went, but she was far too much a woman of the world not to know that half the savor of frigging pleasure was in the preliminaries.
On the way from Kensington by taxi, they stopped off a couple of times, keeping the cabby waiting. As they got into Knightsbridge, Douglas bent forward and gave the driver an address.
"Forgive me, my dear, I've just remembered something I ought to pick up from my place. Come in for a moment. Well keep the cab and have one further quick drink before we go on."
Penelope agreed readily. She appreciated that the small town house she entered was very different from her own flat, luxurious as the latter was. This was the essence of taste and, incidentally, of money.
Douglas led her through to a living-room. He poured drinks and took something from his desk and slipped it into his hip pocket.
"You know, my dear, the pleasure of an evening between two people is very much enhanced if they have some little intimate secret between them, something they can chuckle about, while behaving very decorously in front of others. Don't you agree?"
"Yes, I do, but of course it depends on what the intimate secret is. What do you call the most intimate thing?"
"Surely there is no doubt. Every man knows what he considers a woman's most intimate secret, but what matters is how he pays appreciation to it. Now if you would allow me to demonstrate my regard I do not think you would regret it."
Penelope was lounging in a deep chair, sipping her drink and drawing on a cigarette. Douglas stood before her, his hard lean figure in simple, well-cut, dinner clothes only a little disarranged due to the protuberance of his bulging cock in his trousers.
She said, "I'm sure you wouldn't misbehave yourself and if you can please me I shall be delighted to remind you later in the evening of any indiscretion committed now."
She wanted, and Douglas wanted, to be in that lovely embrace of a woman's legs about a man's head; of his mouth and tongue kissing and licking at her hot eager cuntlips; his passion sucking her cunt-juice from her.
He knelt, and she parted her thighs, he kissed the inside of her legs and pressed upwards, between her widening reception of his face into her crotch. He kissed the flimsy fold of her panties, he recognized how horny she already was by the perfume of her cunt and the wetness of her cunt-hole. His lips closed over her more precious cuntlips, his tongue delved into the mouth of her pussy. It found her own little clitoris-tongue, rampant and sensitive, it licked it, sucked it and felt the woman's twat-lips shiver with delight. Twice she shuddered in delirious enjoyment and then came convulsively. Twice he sucked in all he could gain of her freely flowing cunt-juice. Gently he eased the pressure and withdrew his tongue to lick, caress and clean up her outer lips.
Penelope sighed deeply. Rarely had she been so aroused. Douglas left her to return with a warm sponge to soothe her pussy, then a soft towel, then a perfume spray and finally powder.
All this while she lay there with her cunt exposed, wide-legged and vulnerable. But Douglas was an artist at the game of lovemaking-'Give satisfaction to a woman but hold your own' was one of his basic principles of screwing.
"You lovely darling," he laughed as he finished powdering her between her legs, up over her mount of Venus and deep down to her asshole. "Your taste is better than the loveliest cocktail," and he went to the sideboard to mix drinks.
She looked at him and murmured, "Maybe better than a cocktail, but how do you know I wouldn't prefer the 'cock' without the 'tail'?"
"You shall have it later, my dear, if you want it up that lovely pussy of yours! Meanwhile let's go and hit the town. I want to savor the lovely sweets I have already enjoyed."
They descended to the waiting cab. It was nearing midnight and Douglas knew that by that time the Hot Spot Club began to warm up. His welcome was assured, not only by the management but by a number of young lovelies whose wink of recognition Penelope did not fail to notice. What neutralized any feeling of jealousy on her part was that from three tables men got up to come and greet her. They had all been her former fuckers, so she could hardly object to Douglas having plenty of girl friends. But she had a good look at these girls, nevertheless. They were all young, all big titted and all cunty looking. She began to understand the man whom she had only met that morning who had rescued her from a fit of depression and a disquieting lack of ready cash. "What woman's heart can gold despise, What cat's averse to fish," as the old saying goes.
One long side of the Hot Spot Club's main room was a glass-fronted bar with high stools. The other three sides were taken up with low tables and even lower bench seats, facing inwards. Many of the men chose the tables and seats on the opposite side of the bar since its mirrored surface reflected up the legs of the young girls drinking with their partners. Most of them knew this and delighted in crossing and recrossing their legs, opening their thighs and generally displaying either their pussies or their panties, as the case might be.
Douglas and Penelope dined on that side of the room. The wine waiter looked after them well. The young gigolo waiters hovered at the woman's slightest wish. The Bunny girls flounced their asses and tits in front of the man's eyes. They enjoyed it all but were not unduly disturbed by it. They were more interested in the horny reactions of other visitors-the obvious hand of an old man up the clothes of a young teenager-the furtive fumbling of a more mature woman in the trouser front of her younger partner. All this fuck-play compressed in one room was crowned by the floor show which came on at half-past twelve.
It was four in the morning when they left the Hot Spot. Douglas's house seemed the obvious place to go. Douglas ushered Penny into a bedroom, with a bathroom leading off it.
"I'll only be a couple of minutes, but do as you like until I'm ready," he said.
She stripped, threw her little flimsy panties over a chair but put away her other things. A bottle of perfume was on the dressing table. She sprayed it over her body, massaging the stinging liquid into her skin to excite herself. Her cunt tingled, her breasts were flamboyant in their firmness and her nipples jutted in firm erection with her thoughts, wishes and anticipations.
Penelope flung herself on the bed, naked, her thighs parted, her hands searching for her cunt and she began to frig herself as she had done from childhood, softly and gently playing with her inner twat, pressing, rubbing, working herself up. Douglas came in and watched her. He also had stripped completely. He stood erect, the muscles of his body showing off his lean hard figure.
But as Penny opened her eyes, it was to his cock and balls that she looked. His prick was not enormously long but it was exceptionally thick, a great shaft of cock that was now jutting hard upwards, revealing his two big balls. She gasped and reached towards them. She clasped his bollocks and drew him to her. She pressed her face between her hands which were manipulating his balls. She kissed and licked along his rigid shaft until she managed to get the great knob of his prick into her wide open mouth. He leaned over her and played with her tits, well satisfied for the moment for this lovely woman to indulge herself with his red-hot cock and excited balls.
He saved his sperm and eased away from her. Then he jumped onto the bed.
"You can have my big dick now, darling, as you want it. You're going to be fucked and fucked, you're going to be fucked right in that sweet cunt of yours! " Roughly he stretched her thighs wider apart, gently he inserted his fingers into her cunt holding her cuntlips wide. He thrust his red swollen dick-head between her pink cunt and moved forwards. As soon as it was lodged, his hands went around her asscheeks and he pulled her upwards towards him while thrusting upwards into her cunt-hole. He started fucking her a long steady stroke.
Penny was in such an erotic state already that she had an orgasm almost immediately. Her lovely cunt was deluged with her own come and cunt-juice. Doug continued his motions, slowing first and then speeding up, giving a few gentle thrusts and then a dozen battering-ram blows up her cunt. Penny heaved. She exerted all the gripping force of her inner twat-muscles on his cock. She was not beaten, she was taking charge and Douglas was her prick-machine, pumping into her. She squeezed again. His movements became a frantic piston action and he began to spout his hot scum.
"Fuck me, fuck me, you lovely fucker-fuck my cunt, shoot, you horny, fucking fucker!!!" Penny was beside herself but so was Douglas. He ground himself down on the girl, hitting the inside of her thighs with hammer blows from his loins and with jumping prick up her cunt. Penny was coming the whole time. She had experienced almost all thrills before, but this was a rhapsody in hump-lust. Doug reached his climax and fucked like a stallion in the fiercest heat. Spurt after spurt of scum leaped from his cock. Their first fuck together was completed. Wedged together they groaned their mutual delight.
For ten minutes or a quarter of an hour they lay locked together, his cock in her cunt. Douglas' prick was not as hard as it had been but it was equally as swollen. Penny felt it begin to stir and harden again. He gave four or five convulsive motions, he stiffened hard, then gently withdrew. With sperm-drenched distended cock he got up from the bed, lit two cigarettes, one of which he handed to Penny, and then strolled into the living-room, returning with two drinks.
While Penny sipped hers he set his down and fetched three cushions. He piled them on top of each other half way up the sumptuous divan-bed and invited Penny to sit on them. They were laughing at their games. Half the fun of fucking is the juncture of minds as well as of bodies. They knew each other now, all reserves had been broken. Cock and cunt could still be gratified, but meanwhile as they frigged they talked of day to day affairs. Penelope suddenly remembered-
"Do you realize it is only the day after tomorrow that Pamela and Daphne will be back from school. Then I shall have to become 'mummy' again."
"Well, why no? You're a lovely 'Mummy' and there is no need for you to change your ways. After all the girls are going to learn soon enough about their own cunt-pleasures. Why shouldn't you introduce them to life? It would be worth a mint of money for you and a great deal of sheer pleasure for them."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, if you were to teach them the sort of fun that we have been having and if I was to assist you, it would mean that vacations and school fees and other necessities of existence could be forgotten. If you like to work it out there's two-hundred dollars a week for you, apart from presents to you and the girls."
Penny gasped. First she was bewildered by the good fortune offered. Then she was suddenly overcome by a different form of lust than she had ever known before. Supposing she were to debauch her two young daughters, supposing she were to let this man do as he liked frigging with them. It would be better for them to learn all about fucking this way than to do as she had done as a young girl-listened to the furtive talk with other girls-the clandestine fumbling with boys-the first rather uncomfortable and certainly unsatisfactory fuck with a clumsy young prick-pusher as inexperienced as herself. Better by far to be trained and instructed to understand the advantages of one's own body and to enjoy the early experiences with people who knew all of the delights of frigging vice and perversion.
Her thoughts, let alone her body, made her madly horny again. She drained her glass, stubbed out her cigarette and flung herself back. Her hips and asscheeks were thrust upwards by the three cushions, her head and shoulders hung downwards as did her legs, except that she raised her knees in opening her thighs. Douglas was on her again. This time he lifted her legs over his shoulders. She beat a tattoo with her heels on his back while he thrust his big dick into her cunt.
The rest of the night was spent in these contortions, fucking in every posture, mouthing and sucking each other's cock and cunt, swallowing each other's come-juices. The horny man and woman were beside themselves with lust, lust induced by their lecherous minds by the suggestion which, in between fucking, they discussed. How would Pamela and Daphne react? That was the question. What hump experiences had they had up to date. Perhaps none, perhaps their cunts were entirely virginal. But if the average girl was anything to go by, probably not The very thought of their decided future made them excited and they fucked away until it was dawn before they relaxed and finally slept, having made many plans.
Douglas woke first and made coffee and laced it with a good cognac. He returned to find Penny yawning. "Drink this, my dear, then go to sleep again and rest today. I've got some things to do and will be back later. Is there anything you want from your flat?" Penny told him what she needed and gave him the key. "You'll find my suitcases in the hall cupboard."
After her warming drink and a trip to the toilet to take a long-needed piss, she relaxed on the bed and was soon fast asleep again. Douglas made some purchases and then went to her apartment to collect the clothing and cosmetics for which she had asked. The living-room was tidy, comfortable, flower-bedecked and with magazines lying about, the kitchen was spotless. The bathroom was luxurious and clean but hung with her intimate garments, panties, bras and stockings. The bedroom was obviously the most lived-in room. All her more personal things were there. Douglas collected a suitcase and packed the things required. In doing so he went to every drawer and cupboard, chuckling at some things that he found. For instance a white oak chest of drawers containing linen etc., also had a drawer full of photographs and illustrations of very conceivable sexual depravity. In another drawer were the instruments for indulgence-whips, birdies, leather thongs and belts. But what interested him most was a big collection of dildoes, rubber and leather, some just the imitation cock, others having imitation balls also.
He thought: 'Penny obviously enjoys herself by fucking. It's a good thing I gave her what she wanted last night. I wonder what those two young kids of hers are like and whether they take after their mother. They may have started frigging games already, but in any case we can teach them. It'll be the thrill of my life! '
Douglas had travelled almost all over the world and had fucked with girls of almost all nationalities if you exclude Eskimos and South East Asian Aborigines! The more sophisticated delights of cocksucking and cunt-lapping now gave him more pleasure than straight fucking. His eroticism was as much of the mind as of the body.
Penny was up and about by the time he returned. She had had a good sleep and then bathed and begun to dress. Like Douglas in her apartment, she was fascinated to find some of his private possessions. Particularly she had scanned his library of pornographic books and pictures. She promised herself a closer study of this later with Douglas' permission.
They now planned in detail the following day. The girls were due to arrive at Victoria Station at 11 a.m. Penelope would meet them on her own, but at an agreed point outside Douglas would intercept them by car as if by chance and drive them back to Penelope's apartment.
So it turned out. The four of them got into the car to go to Kensington, Penelope sitting by Douglas and the two girls in the back. "How marvellous seeing you, Douglas, my dear," said Penny. "You must get to know Pamela and Daphne. They are back for the long summer holiday and hope to go abroad with me to the south of France."
She laid her hand on the front of Douglas' quite casually, but fairly certain that the girls would notice. Meanwhile Douglas replied: "Are you fixed up in France yet? Because I've rented a bungalow at Heyere from next week. Why not let's all go down together."
They all talked about this excitedly. "First of all," said Douglas, "well have to get the girls some clothes. You three decide on what you want this afternoon."
Back at the flat Douglas continued the idea, "Penny, tell me the things you want and give me your measurements and the same for the girls."
"Well the first thing is swim suits," she said, "a nice one-piece suit for swimming, a bikini for sunbathing and trunks and a bra for all purposes."
"O.K. Measurements please," said Douglas, paper and pencil in hand. Penny peeled off her frock, displaying herself not only in front of him but also to her two daughters. Her brief panties did not conceal the lovely bush of her Mons Veneris, nor her swelling asscheeks. Her uplift bra only emphasized her big luscious tits. The girls whispered comments indicated that they realized the suggestiveness of the scene. But they were to go through the same process of examination and measurement. Since their mother had done so, there was no reason for them to object.
"Now Pamela darling, slip off your school uniform so that we can see just what you require." Gingerly the girl did as she was bid. Up came her skirt and she pulled her gym frock over her head revealing her stockinged legs up to garters that bit into the flesh of her thighs, then the naked bareness of her young body up to her light blue elastic-legged panties. Both Penny and Doug noticed that the blue silk material of the panties was of a slightly darker blue between the girls' crotch than elsewhere. It might have been the draining of a little piss or it might have been caused by their more feminine cunt-emissions. Pamela did not wear a brassiere but her short slip showed that her breasts were swelling into delightful curves.
All her measurements were taken and while Penny did the major part, Douglas frequently intervened with the tape measure, his hands touching her inner thighs, rounded asscheeks and young breasts. He insisted on measurements under her panties to get exact lengths.
But they did not allow all this to become too onerous a duty. While the measuring was going on a large box of chocolates was produced for the girls and conversation was of their impending vacation. Both Pamela and Daphne were delighted at the prospect and were giggling at being measured, with many soft touches, for clothes that they desired. Doug kept asking them what sort of panties they liked, whether they wanted brassieres to cut their breasts, would they like belts to draw in their narrow waists, how short did they like their shorts, why not have very tight garter-belts, and if so did they prefer dark or flesh colored stockings. He constantly referred to their attraction to men.
"Remember, my dears, it is just as easy for you to show off your legs in a tight skirt as it is in a full one. You can have both, but with a tight outline you can let the underside of your thighs show without revealing yourself ... here." With the lightest of touch he ran his hand between young Daphne's legs. Neither of them asked why they should wish to show their legs, which told their mother and Doug that they were not as innocent as they pretended!
He encouraged the girls to choose anything they wanted. After visiting two of the larger stores, Douglas took them to what looked like a smaller shop, just off Shaftesbury Avenue. The windows displayed ladies' lingerie. Inside was the usual counter, but in addition there were several fitting cubicles. Doug knew the proprietress and she knew him from the many girls he had brought to her establishment. She was eager to serve, and first with Pamela and then with Daphne took them off to a fitting cubicle to see that they were satisfied with their purchases. A comfortable chair allowed the girls to sit down to adjust their stockings. The mirrored walls reflected their legs at all angles. They could stand up and fit the brief pairs of panties before deciding which to have.
It was a very merry and exciting afternoon. When they had satisfied all the girls needs, including cosmetics and other luxuries for which Douglas willingly paid, he turned to Penelope and said: "Look, you three are going to be rather cramped in your flat Why not come around to mine, where there is plenty of room. Besides we can talk about the vacation and make arrangements." So it was decided. Back they went. Penny flung off her little jacket, revealing her great jutting breasts under her neat white blouse. She stood close to Douglas.
"Thank you ever so much for all the presents to me and the girls. I'm sure they are tremendously grateful and I know we'll look terrific in all these new things." They kissed, tongues, probing in each other's mouths. Her hands wandered to the front of his trousers, his slid up her skirts. They laughed and broke apart, then he went off to get drinks.
"You mustn't mind seeing naughty things. It's lovely feeling a man, and it's a way of showing being grateful. They love you feeling them and its ever so nice for us when they play about with us between our legs. You can try it with Douglas if you want to," Penny told her daughters.
He came back with drinks, including the girls'. He had decided to open a couple of bottles of champagne as being the most suitable for the palates of the two teenagers and the most exciting for them all. After two or three drinks and some lively conversation about the holiday, Penny whispered to Pamela-"Don't forget to thank Douglas for his presents. You'll get more out of him if you do it nicely."
Pamela waited a few minutes, then, being beside Doug she smiled and said-'I'm terribly thrilled at all the nice things you bought me today. Thank you ever so much." She moved close to him. He put his arms around her and cupped her young breasts.
"I shall love to see you in those frilly panties you chose, although these schoolgirl ones are very nice," and his hand slid down to her hips and under her skirt, fumbling up between her thighs. He slipped his fingers into the elastic sides of her panties and reached her cute pussy, gently he played along its delicate slit. The girl reacted with pressure forward against his fingers. She was horny, as horny as she had ever been. Later she admitted to Doug that she had learned to play with her own pussy and that at school several of the girls played with each other. She also knew that when frigging about with boys they always seemed to try to touch her between her legs and that she got a thrill when they did get their fingers up her pussy.
Doug whispered to her: "Go through to the bathroom to take a pee but leave the door open and I'll be with you in a moment."
Pamela complied readily. She went in, without locking the door, lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties to piss, which she badly needed. She was just about to start when Doug came into the tile-floored bathroom toilet. "No don't start-it's far to precious to waste! Don't tell anyone and let's be really naughty, eh? Kneel over me...." and he lay down on the floor and put his head between her legs. She squatted down, her soft cunny only a few inches above his face. "You darling girl-now piss dear, let me have all your lovely piss."
The horny man welcomed the warm stream of golden fluid which flooded over his face from the girl's cunt. This was a perversion in which he delighted. He mouthed and swallowed her piss as it streamed over his head. With the last dribbling drops he pulled her down to his mouth and licked at her cunt, sucking her cuntlips into his mouth and squeezing at the tender flesh. He loved the taste of a young girl's twat and Pamela had already discovered how she reacted to friction between her legs. She had by nature and by talking with other girls learned to frig herself, which she did in bed every night and sometimes again in the morning. She was by no means averse to this new adventure and pressed down with her cunt fully on the face of the man, wriggling it about to heighten her own feelings.
The thing that fascinated her was the fact that she had thought that only she and her girl friends and some of the young boys were only interested in "dirty" things. It gave her a terrific thrill to find that a grown man was equally delighted in what her friends called "horny frigging".
Douglas felt her twat wriggling and pulled her tighter against his face and thrust his tongue into her now open cunt-orifice. Her piss was all licked away. The moisture was now the feminine lubricating juices. He savored this and sucked the harder. He brought the girl on and in a few minutes she came, pressing the full weight of her convulsing cunt down on his face. Although nearly suffocated, Douglas was at a high pitch of enjoyment. The young fresh cunt covering his mouth was trickling with girlish pussy-juice and he lapped it up avidly. When she was completely spent they got up. Douglas bathed her crotch and cunt, powdered it and helped her to readjust her panties.
"When I said 'don't tell anyone' I mean, of course, outside people. You can do as you like with your sister and your mother. Of course your mother will understand, you can always talk to her about naughty and frigging things."
Pam looking quite prim again said, "You are a bad man, you're terribly naughty," then smiling, "But I like you being naughty and frigging around with me! "
The rearranged themselves, Douglas towelling off the dripping face and not worrying about his soaked collar and shirt. Pam watched him, grinning, thinking of future hump-fun. She and Daphne often cuddled up together in bed and although they had not yet done anything very much they had learned to make each other happy by pressing and stroking the wet pussies between each other's thighs. Curiously enough it was Daphne who usually started in the morning when she thought Pamela was asleep. She would roll on to her back, part her thighs, put the fingers of her right hand between her legs, forcing her ass up with her left hand and then stroke away at herself. She was usually in a half-dream and had often continued until Pam was wide awake and aware of what was going on.
In rather hesitant phrases, Pam tried to tell this nice man all about their girlish frigging play, thinking that he being a man and therefore differently made he would not understand what she was talking about. But of course he understood only too well, and was very pleased to discover he had two such delightful "nieces"-for that is how he now thought of them. He whispered to her before they returned to the lounge: "If you want to please me, be as naughty as you like and your sister too. Mummy won't mind, I know that."
As soon as possible he drew Penny to one side and related the first little episode that had occurred. She laughed-"You dirty cunt-lapper but I'm glad they've started. We needn't bother now. Tell you what, well get them to try on some of their new things. Then when they have finished or whatever happens, you and I can have some fun while the girls go to bed and if they like to listen in they can do so."
Douglas was quick to take to the idea. He went through to the bedroom in which the parcels had been dumped and bringing them into the lounge heard Penelope saying:
"Darlings, wouldn't you like to try on your new grown-up clothes. Slip those schoolgirl things off and see what nice things can make of you. We've got to wear them soon so we ought to get used to them and see if you girls can carry them off properly."
As Doug put their presents down Pam was pulling up her skirt with its shoulder straps and slid it over her head. Her long hair stretched upwards and then fell over her shoulders. She stood in stockinged, gatered legs with neat brief blue panties clinging to her crotch and with a slip only just covering her girlishly erect titties, as yet showing only small protruding nipples.
Daphne looked at her sister and giggled, but she did likewise. She was obviously the one that was going to be the more fully-formed. Her waist was tiny and her hips were nice, but her ass was plump and round. Her breasts were already well-formed and promised to be of classically well-developed formation. Her panties were tighter than her sister's and drawn more firmly into the divide of her legs. She was less inhibited, in fact she was already a bit of a 'show off' as she posed, thrusting her hips and pussy forward.
Doug's eyes glinted and took in all, but he was going to keep control, not only of these girls but also of himself. "Come on Penny. Let's go and fix ourselves a drink in the kitchen while Pam and Daphne have a chance of choosing what they want to wear and how they propose to show it to us." As they left, his arm around her, cupping one of her luscious tits and her hand down to his trousers, he murmured-"They're O.K.-let them work it out themselves. We can always get them frigging later, if they should be a little shy to start with, but I don't think they will be."
They poured out two large drinks in the kitchen, glasses raised, their bodies came together. They drank, they kissed, deep open-mouthed, tongue-probing kisses, hips tight together, bodies strained back, lecherous and loving. "Don't rush the girls. We can enjoy fucking each other. We'll take them over to Paris for a couple of days, where I have some plans. Then we can drive down to Heyere, to a bungalow and there's loads of fun in Toulon or Marseilles, or we can go eastwards to Juan, or on to Monte and Cap d'Antibes. Look Penny, darting, you've come up trumps both with yourself and your two kids. I've been keeping a small present for you."
He slipped a narrow necklace of perfectly graded emeralds from his. pocket. The glint and sheen of their luster showed their great value. She gasped. He linked them around her throat. Here was a man, a man she knew was not going to be held by the ordinary crafts of a whore but with the subtle provision of all the delicacies of vice, and the first of these that she knew in him was his delight in juvenile delinquency. So be it. The girls must be encouraged to satisfy all the perverted whims of her lover. But deep within her was a most foul desire to debauch her own young daughters. She had been fucked as a girl. Of course she had enjoyed it, but she had been left to fend for herself with two young children. Now was the time to reap the benefit and at the same time have a return to all the forbidden frigging delights of her own early girlhood.
They pressed their cock and cunt together, but with a laugh Penny drew away. "Let's see what the girls are up to." Her dress was dishevelled, his trousers were in disarray and prominently showing his hominess, but they rejoined the girls who were in fits of delight. All the presents and clothes were strewn about the room, on the chairs, the divan and on the floor. They had chosen the sauciest of items. So far each was clad in the briefest of bikini-like panties, nipping in between their ass-cracks and only just covering their little cunts. Doug recognized them as the ones he had got from a rubber shop. They were no thicker in texture than a condom, just a sheath of rubber. The girls had chosen the highest-heeled shoes he had bought for them, into which their newly nylon-clad legs were thrust. So far their redressing had only got to the stage of their breasts and it was obvious that their choice had been for the most revealing and exaggerated form of bra. Their young, pert titties were doubly enhanced by the curving silk which thrust them upwards.
As Penny and Doug joined them, they were easing their young bodies into two tight little gowns. They had them only over their heads, so that all their bodies were displayed, wriggling to get the tight garments on. Doug sat down in an armchair, happy to watch the scene. Penny joined them: "Let me help you, darlings."
She pulled their chosen dresses down over their heads, smoothed them over their breasts, pulled them down over their asscheeks and straightened the hem lines which were some four inches above the knee.
"Oh you look gorgeous-don't they Doug?"
"They certainly do. Nearly as good as you!" Doug raised himself from his chair and fondled Penny, his hand up her skirts-"If they're not careful, they will be making me as horny for them as I am for you!" Penny laughed.
The girls cried out: "Why not, naughty man! We know what you do and you're nice," Daphne walked forward. "Can I come and sit on your knees, while I comb my hair, because I must look nice after all the things you have got for us." He gave a last little "feel" to Penny's cunt and sat down again. Daphne planted herself on him and with arms raised and armpits showing, began to comb her long girlish hair. His cock thrust up against her ass. His hand slid around to the front of the girl's knees, then legs, then thighs, quietly working upwards. She made no movement to stop him, but she kept shifting her ass against his rampant prick. He realized that she must be feeling the protuberance of his stiff dick.
He decided, or his hump-lust decided for him, that this was one of those occasions to let himself go. He thrust his hands around to the old girl's cute slit, pressed the tips of his fingers against each side, pulled her ass down on his rampant prick and jerked himself upwards against and between the rounded young flesh. His finger tips had opened her young cunny. He did not penetrate too far but played with her cuntlips. He felt her respond and he gave her all the frigging she wanted. It was a thousand times more gratifying to Daphne than her own self-dalliance. She felt the flooding of her immature cunt with a delight induced by male contact. She bounced up and down to the twitching of the man's fingers but likewise her ass was bouncing on his male pecker. Doug was by no means inactive. He followed the rhythm of the girl's reactions but in more forceful form. He pumped his prick against her soft ass, working it between her two luscious cheeks of juvenile ass. He was going to enjoy this frigging to the full. His fingers went tighter into her crotch. He heaved up more rampantly from the chair. He sensed and heard her groan as she began to "come". She was now fucking herself against his fingers, forcing herself backwards and forwards abandoning herself to delights which she did not fully understand, but desirous only of satisfying her own nature.
Doug had got his cock sticking directly upwards but with the huge stiff shaft between the two cheeks of her ass. He began to spout hot sperm, nothing could prevent it. He knew that he would drench the crack of her ass but it did not matter where his semen fell, so long as it was on or over or in-Daphne. Doug had a great last heave and his final spurt of semen exploded from his body. They sank back and cuddled. He was very tender. The aroma of the perfume he had bought her and she had so liberally used, coupled with the lovely odor of the girl's wet cunt and a man's spermy prick kept their perverted desires alive. He wanted to do more but decided on a more sophisticated approach to the final and complete debauching of this young piece of ass.
"Make yourself look as if we have not had any frigging together and I'll do the same." He adjusted his trousers, combed his hair, straightened his tie and brushed himself down. She likewise pulled her skirt down, buttoned up the top of her dress and quirked her hair backwards, her face assuming an innocent fourteen-year old schoolgirl's expression meanwhile. When they rejoined the others, it was to find Penny giving Pam a lesson in make-up.
"Of course you do not need any artificial aids, but as you are so young you may wish to look a little more used to the world as it is and I can assure you that from a girl's point of view, that means being sexy. The sexier you show or suggest yourself to be the better you will be able to be prosperous." So she was teaching the elder of her two daughters and the adults had no doubt that the idea would be passed on. How many thousands of youngsters do learn by the experience and exhibitions of their elders! But Penelope was speaking as she saw the others rejoin them.
"Now you girls, it's time you went to bed. What ever you have been doing you can always look after each other and keep your own confidences. Now off you go. The room your things are in has a comfortable sofa. Leave the door open and throw any of your undies or clothes on one side. We can look after those in the morning."
Penny and Doug were left together. Now it was the turn of Penny to be madly horny. "Oh Darling, I know what you've been up to with Pam and with Daphne, my two lovely little bitches. I'm really anxious to teach them all we know. I've got a real ambition to make them a hundred-per-cent whores. They have the nature from me and if you and I give them the chance they'll take it. Let's teach them early. Come on, before they go to sleep or frig themselves off too much to be interested." They walked, cuddling, to the room adjoining that of the girls. Both doors were open.
Penny spoke loudly so that the girls could hear. She slipped up her frock and flung it off: "There, Doug, do you like my new panties covering 'your' cunt?" she put her arms behind her back to release the catch on her bra.
"And what about these-'your' great big titties. Come on boy, do what you like with them! "
Doug realized that all this could be heard quite clearly by the two young girls, and he co-operated wholeheartedly. "You lovely darling! First I want your panties all drenched in your cunt-juice." She lay back and he pulled her panties off and as he did so was aware that two figures were standing each side of the door watching them. But he took no notice, nor did Penelope, except for half-closed eyes and a wink to Doug. He raised her panties to his face and wrapped them around his nose and mouth-"Lovely! "
Now the real thing. He dived between her thighs, his mouth, on her cunt, his hands stretching upwards as she released her tits from any enclosure. He moulded them while burying his lapping tongue into her cunt. Then he came up to breathe.
"Oh your lovely cunt! It's beautiful. It's as fresh as your two darling daughters', but ever so much more horny." He said this quite loudly, so that the watching girls would be sure to hear. "But your beautiful great titties are far better than theirs. They won't be able to get wonderful tits like yours until they have been fucked many times or have played with them a lot."
"Make me come first," she said. He sucked with his lips, probing with his tongue and bit with his teeth. Penny writhed in ecstasy. She almost forgot that her two daughters were watching her but when she remembered it gave her a great spasm of lust and she deluged Doug's mouth with her cunt-juice and come. But Penny was by nature an inexhaustible sexual performer and tonight her passions were vastly excited by exhibiting herself as she was. "Come on," she urged, "before you fuck me let me have your cock between my tits." She stretched them wide with her hands, moulding them voluptuously.
Doug, equally aware that the girls were watching and listening, stripped himself bare. His athletic body was accentuated by the erection of his prick and by his distended balls. His big, stiff prick like a stallion's ready for a mare on heat. He jumped over her body and presented his cock to her breasts. She closed them over his dong, squeezing them tight together engulfing his cock and balls within the folds. "Fuck my tits-shoot over my breasts-I want to have your scum, rub it into my tits when you come...." Doug worked away at her tits and she pressed her rounded knockers tighter still over his cock. The sofa was sideways to the door and while the sexual performers pretended not to notice, they knew that the two young girls had a front view of their perverted frigging activities.
"Come on-you tit-fucker, spunk over my titties, let me have all your fucking scum...." Doug started to come. Penny released him from the enclosure of her tits. He lay over them, his cock jerking, his sperm spurting over her rounded tits. She put up her hands and directed his prick from one tit to the other and between the valley they formed. As the sperm spurted she massaged it into her titties sighing with gratification. Doug lay inert for a few moments his prick wet with scum, then he slid down her body and helped her to rub his creamy semen over and around and into her breasts.
"Let's pretend to catch the kids watching," he whispered. "O.K. Go on petting my tits and then unexpectedly jump up and turn to them," she replied pretending to kiss him.
Doug's quick movement looked quite spontaneous. He was a few feet from the open door before he pretended to be aware that Pam and Daphne were each side of it looking in.
"Oh!! So you've been watching us-you naughty girls! You'd better come in. As you've seen so much you might as well see all!" He led them back into the room. "Now Pam, I want you to be very nice to your mummy, kiss and suck her titties for her and at the same time you will be having some of my hot scum. As for you Daphne, come with me, I must take a piss and you can hold my cock while I do."
CHAPTER TWO
The four of them went over to Paris by the day ferry, Newhaven-Dieppe. Douglas had arranged to take his big Bentley to be comfortable for them all and to have room for luggage. The weather in early July was wonderful but in case of a change they had warm clothes with them. They wore the lightest of clothes. For the girls this meant a lot of revealing figure showing-arid for Douglas it meant a revealing of his feelings. They all loved to see his tropical weight trousers stick out in front as his big cock erected, knowing thereby how he was interested in their display of tits and long legs, short-skirted and tight-fitted to show off their hip lines and rounded asses.
Douglas drove them to the Georges Cinq Hotel in Paris, where he had booked a suite. This was a very respectable hotel, but what they did in private was their own affair. The first evening they all bathed, Douglas last The girls left their bath water for the next one to add further heat, but Penny had explained an idea to her daughters. They each of them waited until the hot water encircled their hips and then lay back in the steam, legs opened, and let their piss run from their cunts. Penny was first, then Pam and afterwards Daphne. Each bathed in the almost scalding water but added to it with their own piss. At last the bathroom was free for Douglas. While the girls dressed and did their hair and faces he wallowed in their lovely urinations. He soaped and washed himself, handling his balls and prick so that when he left the bathroom, clean and tidy, he rejoined the half-dressed guts, himself stark naked and with jutting prick. Daphne, the youngest, leaped at him. She went down on her knees and kissed his rampant cock and was about to take his dick-head into her mouth when her mother stopped her. "Wait a bit darling. We want Doug hot and horny all the evening. You can suck him off later if you want to, but leave his scum in him for the time being."
The girl immediately obeyed her for they were all hilariously happy and all horny. Douglas quickly dressed in a staid dinner jacket while the girls completed their attire in short cocktail dresses. Pam laughed: "I know why they call these clothes 'cocktail'-they're cock teasers!" and she flaunted her young tits and cute rounded ass.
They went out to the night spots and about midnight after fun in cafes and theaters, landed up at a spicy film club which Douglas knew. The entrance was quite innocent looking, no limiting and no indication that the building was not a quiet residential house. But three knocks on the door and it was opened by an enormous negro who smiled welcome but was obviously equally capable of excluding anyone not wanted. He grinned at Douglas, "Good evening, sah! You have three pretty ladies with you?"
"Yes Sam, they are all good sports. What's the show like tonight?"
"It's very good, sah. It starts in about a quarter of an hour. You will enjoy it but it's really designed for the ladies," and he leered at the three women, not realizing that they were mother and daughters. They all went into the lobby where a hat check girl was in attendance. Her blonde hair was combed straight back and reached her naked waist. Her face was made up in a glittering mask with high penciled eyebrows, half-inch long lashes a scarlet pouting mouth and a touch of lipstick in each nostril, setting off a dead-white, high-cheek boned face. She wore a black skirt reaching from narrow waist over her tight rounded ass to about four inches above her knees. Below, her long legs were clad in fine flesh colored nylon and on her feet were the most ridiculously high heeled black ankle strap shoes, which made her every movement to walk nearly a totter and accentuating the movement of her asscheeks.
Above the waist she was stark naked, except for two little heart shaped patches of gold covering her nipples. Her enormous breasts thrust out and upwards. Some chicken! Some tits!
It was not only Douglas who gave her a second glance. Penelope handed her a generous tip and at the same time made a quick motion of handling her breasts. The girl responded-"Any time you like, Madame, anything you like. You can telephone Centrale 27621, Marie is the name" in an undertone. She smiled the inscrutable lesbian smile. Penelope made a discreet note of the telephone number. That might be fun for a change, she thought.
They all went into the first room which was a bar. It was fairly crowded, men middle-aged, old and young, girls from the youngest teenage up to bosomy women of middle age. It was apparent that the older women all had either young men or young girls in tow. One shapely woman of some 40 years of age was perched on a stool at the end of the bar. She had a boy who could not have been more than fifteen standing beside her and in between sips at her drink she fondled his good-sized prick and balls which were exposed from his trousers. At her feet, on the floor, sat another boy, looking straight up her skirts. He had obviously been jerked off previously and was now being aroused to fresh hominess by gazing up his mistress's legs at her cunt.
Another fine-looking woman had three very young girls with her. They obviously did exactly as she wished. Douglas later found out about this woman, Yvette. She was an advanced Lesbian who kept half a dozen waifs and stray girls for her own pleasure. Penelope had her eyes on a strapping young man, standing alone to one side. She went over to him. "Waiting for the film show?" she inquired. "Yes," he said, "I come for every new film. It's the best place in Paris."
"Do you like a partner?" asked Penelope. "Sometimes," he said, looking at her provocatively.
"Excuse me," she said, "I'll be back."
She made her way towards the others again and made a suggestion as they sipped their drinks which had just arrived. "Let's not stay together. Why not get off, each of us, with someone else. Then later on we can tell each other how the evening went."
"Grand idea," said Douglas. "What do you think?" turning to Pam and Daphne. "Suits us," they both chorused. There were quite a number of surplus men about and the girls began to look around. Douglas gave them a word of advice. They giggled and drifted off together to the other end of the bar.
Penelope returned to the interesting young man. "Don't you always have a partner?" she asked. "Well, it is not necessary and its only desirable if he or she is of the same inclination as myself."
"How do you mean 'he or she? Are you a bit queer? I like queers actually, they understand feminine nature so well," she smiled. "No, I'm not queer. But I come here to satisfy my best form of pleasure. I'm a regular and ardent masturbator. Usually I keep to myself and jerk myself off while watching the films but if anyone, boy or woman, likes to join me in doing the same to themselves I'm only to glad."
"How fascinating!" said Penny. "I'd love to watch the films with you and we can jerk ourselves off together. I do it very often. Tell me when did you start and how often do you do it?" The strapping young man, whose name turned out to be Neville, was well pleased at his new acquaintance. "Well as a matter-of-fact I suppose I started when I was about ten years old. Although I'd jerked myself off before that and always used to sleep with my hands between my legs. It was about ten that I learned to jerk myself off properly. At first it was only occasionally. Then I began doing it every night before going to sleep. By the time I was fourteen I did it in the morning as well as at night. I particularly like the morning. I wake with a cock erection and start sleepily to jerk myself off. I can keep it going for a long time before shooting my load. Then I have a rest and get up. Do you think I'm disgusting?"
"Not a bit, you lovely man! Why shouldn't you enjoy yourself? Remember that almost all girls do it, even the most high-flown girls who wouldn't let you put your hands up their clothes or touch them. They go home and revel in frigging themselves in the privacy of their own rooms. I was taught at school. All the older girls played with their cunts and they got us juniors to do it with them. There wasn't much need for instruction in my case, though, I took to it at once! "
They smiled at each other, having understood that they were very much alike. Meanwhile Douglas had spotted a group of four young girls, giggling together in a comer. He strolled over. Within earshot he stopped and listened to their girlish conversation, which was punctured by shouts of laughter.
"He wanted a fuck, but I wasn't sure of him, so I got his prick out and before he had a chance to fuck me I'd gotten him to shoot his wad! "
"You're fucking right, darling, they're just as satisfied whichever way you make 'em come! My boy friend and I fuck like rabbits but I very rarely have it with anyone else. Haying about and jerking fellows off is much easier and safer!"
They all laughed. One of the girls replied:
"Oh, I don't know, there's not so much fun in just mucking about. I like having a good dick well up inside my cunt I don't get the real thrill without it. My motto is 'fuck and the more fucking, the better'!"
Again this was greeted with laughter. Yet a third girl chipped in. "I agree, you've got to be fucked to enjoy yourself but I'm so cock hungry that I love sucking fellows off nearly as much. When you feel them shooting in your mouth it's grand. Until I was fourteen and used to cocksuck my brother I spat his sperm out, but then I met Ted. He asked me to take it down and once I'd done so I realized what I'd been missing! I can swallow any amount of scum now."
The fourth girl in the party had said nothing, but was smiling quietly. Softly she said: "Well, you know my opinion is of no account. You know my preference."
They all turned to her. "Of course we do darling. You're our dearest Lessy and we wouldn't have you another way!"
Douglas decided, in his perverted way, to get the young Lesbian girl in to see the films with him and with his usual direct approach he joined the four of them. "Seeing the films tonight?"
"Well, yes, if we can afford it."
"You can afford it-I'll stand treat plus a present to each of you, but lets make it a special present for you...." and he turned to the young Lesbian whose name he discovered was Yvette.
Just then a girl, carrying a tray, came into the bar. Her big bare tits overlapped the tray beneath which she was completely naked except for a narrow black garter-belt, dark gun-metal stockings and high-heeled patent leather shoes. Her crotch was a dense mass of crisp curls, freely displayed and almost hiding the fascinating crease of her cunt She murmured in a sing-song husky voice. "Films about to start. Pay now, enjoy yourselves later." Douglas looked around and pointed to Penelope, Pam and Daphne. "These three," he said, "and myself and these four girls." He paid accordingly and another young lady came forward as an usherette. She was stark naked except for shoes. Her glorious tits were so heavy that they swayed with every motion of her body. Her cunt-mound was very swollen and prominent, encrusted with golden bush-curls matching her blonde head. All eyes in the bar were on her as she led them through to the theater and picked out suitable seats according to the numbers and wishes of the various customers.
A wide-angle film screen covered one side of the theater. The side walls were mirrored. The auditorium consisted of four tiers of seats, each stepped up by a foot or more. They were lounge seats in a continuous half circle so that the audience could arrange themselves as they liked. Douglas realized that the front row would not only give the best view of the films but also allow him to look around the entire audience in the succeeding rows behind. He took young Yvette with him, escorted by the nude usherette and followed by her three friends.
"Give her a little feel!" he whispered to Yvette, pointing to the usherette. She giggled and as they got to the front row she put her hand down to the girl's legs, playing with her fingers along the lips of her cunt. Not in the least concerned the girl thrust her hips forward welcoming the cunt-caress. "See you later," she said, "when I've got everyone settled."
CHAPTER THREE
On an earlier page reference was made to the floor show at the "Hot Spot". It was something really special. It would be more accurate to describe it in the continental way as 'un exhibition'.
Around one o'clock, the owner and manager of the Hot Spot might be seen circulating around the tables and greeting friends at the bar. He was not only being sociable, he was making sure that everyone was known to him. If in any doubt, he had the guest or member into his private office. Only when absolutely certain of all was a little notice displayed on the bar and circulated to all the tables.
It read: "Club locking up: if anyone wishes to leave before 3 a.m. please will they do so. From then on we shall be in private session."
To make doubly sure, the waiters and the Bunny girls circulated collecting a tenner from every man present From then on drinks were on the house, so that there might be no arguments. The doors were locked. Those within the club were safe from discovery. Anyone outside had no access except in time to allow everything to be set in good order. Then the show went on.
Dining and drinking continued. First the negro band went into a faster tempo. White teeth flashed in dark faces as from the little platform they began the music that was to accompany the scenes which delighted their own blood. White men and women behaving as they did in their own kraal and kampong. Out from a door pranced a chorus of four girls, dressed in the traditional costume of the can-can. But as their leg? were flung higher in the gay dance there was a difference. Their petticoats were as elaborate as ever, the skirts as wide, the folds as many, their gartered legs were flashing shafts of nylon, the pink flesh of their thighs banded by the black rims at their stocking tops, and the black suspenders running upwards caught the eye as ever. The difference was that they wore no panties!
At every high kick the entrancing bush-curls between their thighs were plain to see, jet black, auburn, blonde, sleek or crisp, hiding or revealing their girlish cunts according to the differences in conformation of their female bodies. They pranced and swung-higher went their legs, more revealing became their cunts. They turned and wheeled from one side of the room to another. Their skirts, flung up, revealed their naked asses to one side of the room and a second later their widely kicking legs gave full vision to the other side.
They danced in the center of the floor, then approached table after table so that the diners could have the most intimate view of their cute pussies and their plump bare asses. There cannot have been a man watching who was not given a stiff hardon by this lovely display, but their partners did not mind. They knew that the homier their menfolk felt the better it was for them. Some were out for money, most of them for their own sexual pleasure. For both, the homier men were the better. They did all they could to encourage the mounting lust of the evening. By their own display of their legs and tits, by their lewd and suggestive language, by their fondling and groping at tits and cunts, they heightened the passions both of their partners and of other spectators.
Several men sat at the bar, unaccompanied. They were quite willing to wait their opportunity for whatever was their particular lust. In one withdrawn comer of the bar there was a young, impeccably dressed man, quietly sipping his drink. While his left hand alternated between his glass and his cigarette, his right was inside his trousers and without any concern for others was playing with his own prick as he watched the show.
Penny watched him, fascinated, she had seen him shudder once, which was obviously an orgasm, but he still went on, gazing at the young dancers cunts and working at his own prick. Turning to Douglas she inquired:
"Who's that boy in the comer," and she nodded her head to indicate. "Oh him, I don't know his name, but he's supposed to be very well-connected. We call him The Jerker'. He doesn't mind. He always stands his drinks and pays well. He comes in here almost every night and plays with himself until about 3 o'clock, then goes quietly off. He gives good presents to the girls that please him, but so far as I know never touches them. The girls all love him. You'll see later on how they try to encourage his hominess. Penny was interested. "But isn't it true that whereas young boys jerk themselves off more than young girls do, it becomes different later on and that women frig themselves far more frequently than men do?"
"Yes, I think it is. You see, with boys its the first natural thing to do to play about with themselves, and so get a cock thrill. Then they began chasing girls and even if they are not always successful in getting what they want, they nearly always shoot a load or two. So they don't need any more. But with girls as they grow up into women, the urge becomes greater and the opportunity for satisfaction is not always safe, so they give themselves up to masturbation. I've know several women getting on towards middle age who find they have to frig themselves off three or four times a day."
Penny felt a great sense of satisfaction at hearing this opinion. Although she had indulged herself with many men and also with a few other women, she had never given up her habit, learned as a schoolgirl of frigging herself off. If she was sleeping alone she normally did this to send her off to sleep and again in the morning, waking up with that lovely horny feeling, induced by the warmth of her bed and the tickling of her cunt.
But the show went on and interrupted their conversation. A gorgeously clad girl with a surpassing figure strolled casually onto die floor. She walked with a strutting gait, her hips swinging forward at each step on her extremely high-heeled boots. Her long smooth blonde hair was combed back flat over her shoulder blades revealing the nakedness of her back, waist and ass, underneath the cheeks of which, as her first covering, a tightly bound band of leather connected by garters to her flesh-colored nylon stockings. In front, the dress, which had no back, displayed in their covered enormity her two great tits, narrowed in to her tiny waist and swelled out again over her belly, mount of venus and rounded thighs.
She was a magnificent example of rampant female cunt! In a husky crooning voice she sang to muted strings. Her shoulders remained still, her body erect, her legs slightly parted, her knees slightly bent, only her hips moved, and they moved backwards and forwards in time to her song, her ass jutting, then jerking forward, in the simulated motion of fucking....
"Oh, men they 'come', And let them 'come', Make them 'come'.
Women in the bunk, Will take their spunk;
The hard cock goes In the cunt that knows How to fuck, And the mouth that knows How to suck.
Horny men 'come', And spunk....
And fuck...."
As she gave emphasis to each line of the song she jerked her hips forward as if receiving the hard thrusts of a man's frigging prick deep inside her hungry cunt.
Her eyes flashed as she looked around the room. It was not the men who were gasping so much as the girls. Their long stretched legs were crossed, they squeezed their thighs over their own cunts as the obscene words of the ditty were repeated.
Many pairs of panties were wetted by the freely-flowing juices from the cunts they contained!
The blonde was still singing when four young and extremely athletic-looking men marched in orderly file onto the floor. They ranged themselves in four comers, facing outwards. They bent their knees and went down on their backs with heads together and legs pointing outwards. The singer, whose name on the cabaret list was simply given as 'La Sexuelle', finished her song, reached under her diminutive dress and pulled down a tiny pair of panties.
She looked around.
"These are for auction-very pretty, very expensive, and (she held them up)-very wet Who wants?" Just for the fun of it men began bidding and the panties were sold to an oldish man sitting at a table with a girl who obviously had several years to go before getting out of her teens. He was evidently pleased to have the trophy. He put the panties to his face and kissed and smelled the crotch while waving to 'La Sexuelle'. She grinned her pleasure at his appreciation (not forgetting the cash!).
But now it came to her turn for her own pleasure. Stepping daintily in her high-heeled boots she walked over and around the four young men on the floor. As she stepped over each head the audience knew that the lusty young man was gazing up her silk clad thighs to her naked cunt. She strutted in arrogance, thighs well parted.
On the second circuit, she ordered each boy in turn:
"Take off your shirt."
She walked around yet again.
"Take off your shorts."
It had already become evident in what position the young men found themselves. Their small athletic shorts were jutting out like miniature tents. Now they were bereft of these. As they lay down below 'La Sexuelle', clad only in ankle socks and rubber shoes, their cocks stood up like masts to testify to the sexual stimulation of their classic view up the columns of the legs of a very beautiful woman.
The boys had been chosen for the variation in size of their erect pricks. This was to please the women guests and members of the Club.
One was prematurely long, another on the short side, but vastly thick, a third was long and thin and the last was curved in the erect state, it bent below the head and was probably the most devastating type of dick to force itself against a woman's clitoris.
'La Sexuelle' stood over the first boy's head, legs widely astride. Slowly she let herself down, bending her knees.
"Suck my cunt and kiss it, you horny young man. Make my juices ran! Suck me off-if you can! You will only have a few minutes of bliss."
The boy sucked avidly at her freely given cunt. She forced herself harder down upon his face. His cock twitched, his sperm shot up into the air and cascaded down his belly.
She laughed and raised herself from his gasping mouth ... and went on, and on until all the boys were 'shot". And that was only the beginning of the show....
