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 Little Sisters of Chastity : by (C) Joyce Hamilton MF FF MM Fdom Mdom

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   'And no novice monks either?'

   'Not for weeks, darling.'

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

   'Any new conquests among the nuns?'

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

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

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

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

   'Here's her photo, look.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   'It must still be there....'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I must share with you how I brought this about.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   'That tickles.' She giggled.

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

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

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

   'Oh!  Oh!'

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

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

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

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

   'And the other Nuns....?'

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

   'I'll try.'

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

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

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

   XXXX Mary.

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

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

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

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

   One interesting fact about Mother Superior.  Just half an hour ago, I
saw her go into the Lady Chapel in the Cathedral.  Two minutes later, I
peeked round the oak door.....it was empty.  Noone had come out of it! 
Ergo, there is another door in the Lady Chapel.  And if you think about it,
the lady Chapel must be right up against your Nunnery of Little Sisters
just next door.  Interesting?  Now, I couldn't see a door, though the heavy
oak panelling would be excellent to hide one.  It will be worth my while
watching in the Lady Chapel tomorrow....I can hide behind the altar!  And
for you to watch her, especially if she goes towards the north side of your
Nunnery (the library, record room, and old treasury for example.)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   A silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   'Mmmmmmm'

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

   'Mmmmmmm.' His arse wriggled in appreciation.

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

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

   'Yes!  Full!  Lovely!' he replied.

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

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

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

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

   'Can we sleep together tonight, Father John.'

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

   'But I want you!'

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

   'Only with you, Father John.'

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

   'Like you, John.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Now for sweet Annabelle.

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

   'It's bigger than my brother's'

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

   'It looks funny.'

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

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

   'Do me, now, Sister Mary.'

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

   She pouted.'Why not?  Please.'

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

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

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

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

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

   Goodbye for now, John, lover.  xxxxx Mary.

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

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   Diary entry for Friday January 7th

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  
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   Diary entry for Saturday January 8th.

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

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

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

   'Do you like Sister Charity, Annabelle.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   'What's that, Sister Mary?'

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

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

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

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

   'No!'

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

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

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

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

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

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

   'Well!  What do you feel?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   'Mmmmmm.'

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

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

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

   'I'm everso wet!'

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

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

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

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

   'Yes.  Want to try it?'

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   'You have had him?  Sweet Jesus!'

   'And so could you, Vicomte.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

insane risk, but worth it , Sister Mary.

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

   Your lover, Father John.

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

   Diary entry for Sunday January 9th.  Written Monday.

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

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

   This is Annabelle's narrative:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   'You hold it.'

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

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

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

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

   'Was it good .  Your second virginity!'

   'Mmmmm.  Can I keep this?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   'And is she so very lovely, Annabelle?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   It's not long to Thursday, Sylvie.  You can punish me a little for being
unfaithful....I deserve a good spanking!  Your lover, Sister Priscilla. 
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   Letter from Father Aloysius to Father John January 24th

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   We were soon on the bed, still with our nuns' habits on.  As we kissed,
I felt her soft hand running up my thigh, under the thick cloth, and took
this as a prompt for me to do the same.  But before I reached even her
thigh, her lips were off mine, and she was kneeling over me, pulling my
skirts up till my cock was bare....it was incredibly hard!

   Then her mouth on my cock.  No softer than the mouths of my male
lovers....but different.  Less suction, more fluttering of her tongue on
the shaft and knob.  I held her head, her hair still hidden under the
wimple, while she tongued me.  Then, suddenly she was astride me, and I
felt the warm wetness of her cunt around it as she sank onto me.  We were
still fully dressed!  I can't tell you, Father John, how exciting it was to
be fucked by a nun in her full habits.....but I expect you know all about
that yourself!  And how strange it was to be fucked while I was dressed as
a nun!  I must try that with some of my male friends one day.....

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

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

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

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

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

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

   'What are you doing?'

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

   'That's good.'

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

   'That's even nicer!'

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

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

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

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

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

   Finally she collapsed on me.

   She rolled off, and we lay silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   (signed) A wellwisher, and Sister in Christ.

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

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

   Accused of unnatural acts, and acts in breach of their oaths of
abstinence: The Mother
Superior Sister Priscilla, Sister Mary, Sister Charity, the novice

Annabelle of the Little Sisters of Chastity, Father John and Father
Aloysius of the Cathedral of St Dominic..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Sister Charity and myself were not stripped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Lilly Roberts, August 2001.