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  'Oh, no!' I replied as I laughed at her agitation, 'oh, no, Fanny, on the contrary she's now going to do to you the sweetest, nicest and kindest thing one girl can do to another! Here she comes!'

  I rose as Alice came up full of pleasurable excitement as to what was now going to happen, and slipped my arm lovingly round her waist. She looked eagerly at her now trembling maid, then whispered: 'Is she ready for us again. Jack?'

  'Yes, dear!' I answered softly. 'While you were away taking off your hat, I thought it as well to see in what condition her cunt was after its tickling! I find it very much irritated and badly in want of Nature's soothing essence! You, darling, are also much in the same state, your cunt also wants soothing! So I want you girls to soothe each other! Get onto Fanny, dear, take her in your arms; arrange yourself on her so that your cunt lies on hers! and then gently rub yours against hers! and soon both of you will be tasting the sweetest ecstasy!! In other words, fuck Fanny, dear.'

  Alice looked at me in wondrous admiration! As she began to comprehend my suggestion, her face broke into delightful smiles; and when I stooped to kiss her she exclaimed rapturously: 'Oh, Jack! how sweet!... how delicious!' as she gazed eagerly at Fanny. But the latter seemed horrified at the idea of being submitted thus to her mistress's lustful passion and embraces, and attempted to escape, crying in her dismay: 'No, no, Sir! - oh, no, Miss! - I don't want it, please!...'

  'But I do, Fanny,' cried Alice with sparkling eyes as she gently but firmly pushed her struggling maid onto her back and held her down forcibly, till I had pulled all four straps tight, so that Fanny lay flat with her arms and legs wide apart in Maltese-Cross fashion, a simply entrancing spectacle! Then slipping my hands under her buttocks, I raised her middle till Alice was able to push a hard cushion under her bottom, the effect of which was to make her cunt stand out prominently; then turning to Alice, who had assisted in these preparations with the keenest interest but evident impatience, I said: 'Now dear, there she is! Set to work and violate your maid!'

  In a flash Alice was on the couch and on her knees between Fanny's widely parted legs - excitedly she threw herself on her maid, passed her arms round her and hugged her closely, as she showered kisses on Fanny's still protesting mouth till the girl had to stop for breath. With a few rapid movements she arranged herself on her maid so that the two luscious pairs of breasts were pressing against each other, their stomachs in close contact, and their cunts touching!

  'One moment, Alice!' I exclaimed, just as she was beginning to agitate herself on Fanny, 'Let me see that you are properly placed before you start!'

  Leaning over her bottom, I gently parted her thighs, till between them I saw the cunts of the mistress and the maid resting on each other, slit to slit, clitoris to clitoris, half hidden by the mass of their closely interwoven hairs, the sweetest of sights! Then, after restoring her thighs to their original position closely pressed against each other, I gently thrust my right hand between the girl's navels, and worked it along amidst their bellies till it lay between their cunts! 'Press down a bit, Alice!' I said, patting her bottom with my disengaged hand; promptly she complied with two or three vigorous down-thrusts which forced my palm hard against Fanny's cunt while her own pressed deliciously against the back of my hand. The sensation of thus feeling at the same time these two full fat fleshy warm and throbbing cunts between which my hand lay in sandwich fashion was something exquisite; and it was with the greatest reluctance that I removed it from the sweetest position it is ever likely to be in, but Alice's restless and involuntary movements proclaimed that she was fast yielding to her feverish impatience to fuck Fanny and to taste the rapture of spending on the cunt of her maid the emission provoked by its sweet contact and friction against her own excited organ!

  She still held Fanny closely clasped against her and with head slightly thrown back, she kept her eyes fixed on her maid's terrified averted face with a gloating hungry look, murmuring softly: 'Fanny, you shall now... love me!' Both the girls were quivering, Alice from overwhelming and unsatisfied lust, Fanny from shame and horrible apprehension!

  Caressing Alice's bottom encouragingly, I whispered: 'Go ahead, dear!' In a trice her lips were pressed to Fanny's flushed cheeks on which she rained hot kisses as she slowly began to agitate her cunt against her maid's with voluptuous movements of her beautiful bottom. 'Oh! Miss...' gasped Fanny her eyes betraying the sexual emotion that she felt beginning to overpower her, her colour coming and going! Quicker and more agitated became Alice's movements; soon she was furiously rubbing her cunt against Fanny's with strenuous down-thrusting strokes of her bottom, continuing her fierce kisses on her maid's cheeks as the latter lay helpless with half-closed eyes, tightly clasped in her mistress's arms! Then a hurricane of sexual rage seemed to seize Alice! Her bottom wildly oscillated and gyrated with confused jerks, thrusts, and shoves as she frenziedly pressed her cunt against Fanny's with a rapid jogging motion: suddenly Alice seemed to stiffen and become almost rigid, her arms gripped Fanny more tightly than ever; then her head fell forward on Fanny's shoulder as an indescribable spasm thrilled through her, followed by convulsive vibrations and tremors! Almost simultaneously Fanny's half-closed eyes turned upwards till the whites were showing, her lips parted, she gasped brokenly: 'Oh!... Miss... Alice!... Ah...!' then thrilled convulsively while quiver after quiver shot through her! The blissful crisis had arrived! Mistress and maid were deliriously spending cunt against cunt, Alice in rapturous ecstasy at having so deliciously satisfied her sexual desires by means of her maid's cunt, while forcing the latter to spend in spite of herself, while Fanny was quivering ecstatically under heavenly sensations hitherto unknown to her and now communicated to her wondering senses by her mistress whom she still felt lying on her and in whose arms she was still clasped!

  My Conversion

  Translated from the French by Howard Nelson

  Back in the Babylon which has the most corruption of any city in the world simply because it has the most people, I wore myself out paying calls on every coquette and scoundrel in Paris. For more than two weeks nothing eventful happened. I was bored to tears. I gambled and lost. I saw that my sustenance would be gone if I continued, and so I considered flight to avoid the temptation of the tables. It was a momentous decision which I carefully weighed.

  Already the sun was gilding the crops and the Graces were retreating to the copses. And all the women were flying to the countryside. Their example decided me and I followed them. You can be sure that like a busy bee I sucked only the juiciest blossoms. Nevertheless, it was tedious.

  You know as well as I those enchanted palaces that line the shores of the peaceful Seine. I went there and found nothing.

  Finally, I went to the Marne where rise walls built by our forefathers. Their imposing aspect seems to proclaim that kings reside there. But no. It is merely the abode of the brides of Our Saviour, the convent of ***, whose abbess is the aunt of one of my acquaintances. She has been told that I am likeable and I am welcomed with open arms. You have no idea of the excitement I cause when I arrive. The pretty little nun coquettishly adjusts her wimple when she sees me. All rush to the visiting room.

  When Madame Abbess appears, all vanish out of respect. What a voluptuous figure she has. I could almost eat her.

  She has just reached her fifth lustrum. To the flower of youthfulness is joined the blossom of perfect health. A glittering face with eyes blacker than jet, a rose-bordered mouth, and teeth of ivory that she permits me to admire. There is something of the flirt about her which her garb cannot conceal.

  When she notes the lust in my eyes, she says to me teasingly: 'Are you another Abelard?'

  I don't know what to say. But I know that I am going to fuck my Abbess or know the reason why. The compliments we exchange are prettily turned on her part and gallant on mine. Soon we are chatting as if we had known each other for years. My God! Now I have an erection that is killing me. It is the result of gazing too intently at those seductive breasts.

  I
shall not speak of the parties that were given in my honour or the recitals. There could be heard my sonorous male voice blending with the titters of the timid novices. A satyr is loose among captive nymphs, in effect. In vain do they try to flee, but there is something about me that stops their steps. As they totter, the squeals they emit are not those of fear.

  What a wonderful thing to find yourself in a seraglio of twenty little nuns who vie with one another in loveliness. Their eyes reveal a tender languor. Several of the innocents have twitches they have never before experienced. How sweet they look. Let's fuck. Let's fuck. Oh, my prick, show what you are capable of. Hail Venus! Hail Priapus!

  Contemplating such matters, I toss about in my bed. I am unable to sleep because of my excitement.

  The next day, Madame the Abbess is slightly indisposed and keeps to her bed. I receive permission to pay my respects in her apartment.

  What has come over me? She is as lovely as an angel. I forget why I have come. She extends her hand to me as she asks about my health. With passion I kiss that hand. She gives a sigh. Another sigh is my response. We are alone. Her half-closed eyes, her fluttering eyelashes, the distension of her stomach, and the palpitation of an alabaster bosom still covered by an inopportune veil embolden me. 'Julia! Julia!' Such are the first sparks of our fires. I kneel at the side of the bed with my burning lips on the hand that I did not relinquish. She makes no attempt to snatch it away. Heavens! She has fainted. She is dying. I summon her servants with screams of terror. Salts, waters, scents!

  'That's one of Madame's dizzy spells,' cries one of the maids.

  But it is not her final attack. After a quarter of an hour, she returns to her senses, pale as a sheet. Her pallor, however, is that of a woman in love. Several tears have dampened her beseeching eyes. Finally, we are by ourselves again.

  'I apologize for these attacks which nearly kill me. The doctors cannot seem to diagnose them.'

  I note the colour returning to her cheeks. Her pulse becomes normal. My heart is pounding as I approach her. Several disarranged pillows offer me a pretext. As I advance my hand to straighten them and hold her up - oh wonder of wonders! - her opulent bosom is offered to my view. The sight intoxicates me. I press my amorous mouth against her amorous mouth. My tongue gives her quivers of voluptuousness. Gradually, I make my way to the sanctuary. A finger penetrates it. It gives a twitch, one which excites her still more. What ineffable bliss!

  'Sweet Jesus!' she moans. 'I can't stand this wonderful feeling. I think I am expiring.'

  The sensations are too much, too new. Unable to withstand the shock, I sink back in a faint. She is worried to such an extent that she rings for her maid. When I come to, I find myself in their arms. Their efforts to revive me are so successful that the petite maid, on seeing the condition I am in, deems it wise to retire. The Abbess and I reiterate a thousand times our vows to love each other eternally, and after each oath, we seal it with the appropriate ceremony.

  I am nourished with the strongest broths and foods. I spend the day as I did the morning, and the night is just as joyful. The following days, diversions without number are prepared for me - hunting, fishing and games. Such thoughtfulness strengthens my ties to the Abbess even more firmly. She is lascivious without being coarse. She takes my advice and my lessons inflame her. Her lovely svelte and flexible body and her shapely legs enlace me, melt into my body. Only in my arms does she enjoy repose.

  I would have been true to her, but the flesh is weak. Young hearts are pining for me, and should I let them wither and fade away? No, I am too compassionate.

  I establish a schedule - my nights are with the Abbess and my days are occupied otherwise. The dormitories and cells are all open to me, and I take advantage of it. The first one I fuck is discreet.

  Discreet? You must be joking.

  I am not. It is with the maid who restored me. And that's the truth. She was in charge of my meals. One day, I was so excited by the chase that I return late.

  She is not expecting me. I enter her cell. Guess what meets my eyes.

  She is sprawled out in a big armchair with her robe lifted up to her navel and her legs spread wide apart. With a great deal of enthusiasm she is manipulating - a dildo!

  I shut the door quickly. Precipitately, she drops her petticoat and leaves the spear in the wound. With a deep blush, she stands up and starts to walk away - with her thighs squeezed closely together. The devil inspires me. Taking her under the arms, I free Priapus who soon finds refuge deep in the centre of the comfortable chamber. She makes a feeble protest.

  'My dear, I caught you in the act. And I am going to finish what you started. Don't worry. I won't betray you.'

  I lay her on the couch, where I perform the sweet task twice.

  'God bless you,' she sighs when it is over.

  One day, the Abbess beckoned me and led me to a cell. Putting her finger to her lips, she pointed to a peephole and motioned me to have a look through it. I did as I was bid and saw Sister Stephanie in the adjoining cubicle.

  Dear Sister Stephanie - such a romantic name. Young, rosy cheeked and ash blonde, she reminded me of a bouquet of flowers with her gentle charming voice and her veiled look which seemed to conceal so many tender secrets.

  And the cell. It was a weird world, a bizarre enclosure whose walls were not limed with white but with blue, a sky blue that was almost ethereal. The ceiling, too, was painted with the same azure while the floor was of carefully waxed white planks. The bed looked comfortable.

  What was out of place in the nun's cell was a Christ nailed to an oversized cross bracketed to the wall, but the figure was not that of the emaciated Saviour that is so familiar. He was a robust male with powerful pectoral muscles. Moreover, the body was made of a material with an astonishing resemblance to human flesh. I saw Stephanie touch it and her finger sank in.

  As for the face of the Christ, the expression was one of ecstasy, a profane rapture that had absolutely nothing to do with religious exaltation. It was a handsome face, masculine and virile. The nostrils and lips were sensual, and there was a glitter in the eyes.

  The door opened and in stepped Angela, one of the more delicious of the novices, who was warmly welcomed with a kiss.

  'What lovely hair you have,' Stephanie remarked.

  'And how about yours, Sister Stephanie?'

  'I am rather vain about it.'

  'But I thought when you took your vows, you had to have your head shaved.'

  'Yes, you do. But if you get on the good side of the Mother Superior, she gives you permission to let it grow and fix it any way you like. It goes without saying that you can't let it show. Certain nuns would understand these special marks of favour.'

  'Show me your hair,' Angela demanded.

  Without any hesitation, the woman removed her wimple, and a cascade of tresses tumbled down over her shoulders. Silky curls, elegant waves fell on the white starched collar that formed a part of her costume.

  After a gasp of unfeigned admiration, Angela asked permission to brush it.

  The girl sat down facing the sister and began to brush the hair with measured strokes. Suddenly, Stephanie kissed Angela's lips with her moist mouth. At first, the girl shrank back but then surrendered her lips and tongue. In a trice her body was embraced. I could see that her sex was being ignited. The sensation must have become even more unbearable when Stephanie caressed the yearning breasts through the blouse. Then, baring them, she took the nipples in her mouth and sucked them slowly and avidly.

  'I think I have wet myself,' Angela murmured. Finally, Sister Stephanie disrobed, exhibiting her nude body with arrogance and hauteur. She possessed opulent round breasts, a thick fleece, smooth thighs, and delicious buttocks.

  With deft nimble hands, she quickly divested the girl of her clothing, pushed her back on the bed and began to fondle her ardently.

  I could see that Angela had lost touch with reality and I surmised that this was the first time she was experiencing true voluptuousness. He
r twitches soon became violent convulsions.

  She sank back in a faint from the force of the sensations. But she recovered under the tingling caresses that the sister was bestowing between her open thighs with her agile darting tongue. Then I heard the enamoured sighs, the squeals of joy, and the prolonged moans of pleasure which announced the arrival of the supreme sensation.

  They fell back in exhaustion, but I kept my eye glued to the aperture. After a few moments, Stephanie rose and left the bed. I followed her with my eyes as she went to the Christ, pressed herself to it, embraced his muscular thighs, and licked his face. Now she stepped back and began undoing the loin cloth. When it dropped down to the floor, I observed to my astonishment that crucifixion did not necessarily cause loss of virility. And what virility! It was a long member which swayed and vibrated, a foully attractive object the like of which I had never seen. Although it was monstrous, I found it strangely attractive, and I could recognize that this organ nestled between hairy bloated sacks could promise a woman certain raptures.

  Stunned with amazement, I watched Sister Stephanie slowly impale herself on the colossus. As she let herself slowly down it, she shuddered and gave little groans. Now she slowly jabbed herself with it in a regular cadence. The cheeks of her buttocks were tightly closed to augment the sensation.

  Now the nun began an almost motionless dance which ended with a loud shout followed by a long obscene rattle.

  Let's pass over in silence several rather ordinary incidents. I fucked Sister Lapine, Sister Magdelon, Mother Bonaventure, etc. The dormitory, the garden, the dispensary and the chapel are all the theatres of my exploits. But let's discuss the novices.

  They are five, and among them, Sisters Agatha, Rose and Agnes stand out. They are the most adorable creatures imaginable. The first two are inseparable and play with each other for lack of anything better to do. Agnes is in love with me, but she hides her feelings and weeps to herself. One day, I find the means to share her room with her.