forbidden temple. She was accustomed to this, for the dildo burrowed in up to the very hilt, and Martine thus comprehended what was expected of her. Grasping the nun's titties with both hands, and with rhythmic thrusts, she buggered Sister Concepcion vigorously, drawing the dildo back to the very tip, then plunging it back pitilessly, aided by the ardent nun who met these charges by thrusting back her bottom eagerly. To quicken the nun's pleasure, Martin put a hand to the sticky cunny and frigged the hardening clitoris. Thus doubly besieged by carnal bliss, the young nun, in a voice strangled by emotion, poured out a strange litany:
“Ohh… prick full of… mercy… prick divine… cast into the entrails of her who offers herself in holocaust your celestial manna… oh, my God… I feel you in me… you burn me… refresh with your spurt of holy water the burning of hell inside me!” And she spent. By reaching back and squeezing the testicles of this dildo, she caused the jet of water to surge into her bowels, while Martine's fingers drew her to the giving down of her own furiously pent up lovecream. And she called out: “Oh, my God, I've come… may the liqueur drawn from my pussy, as well as that which comes from the divine prick, dispenser of eternal pleasure, be blessed… amen!”
After thus having said grace for her blessings, Sister Concepcion got up and led Mar-tine back to her room.
But if Martine had been initiated at a tender age in the games of love. Sister Marie-Therese could go her one better; she had lost her illusions at an age when one does not even begin to think of such naughty games. Her parents had been very pious and very wealthy and wanted her to become a nun, hoping that one day she might be the Mother Superior of a convent. That did not displease her, as even as a child she had a somewhat mystic temperament, being keenly intelligent and precocious. So her mother arranged with the priest of their parish to teach her rudimentary theology. And it was arranged that Therese go every Thursday afternoon to the priest's quarters for her lessons — I may add that I learned all these events from Martine herself.
On the second Thursday, a very warm day, the priest had removed his cassock, while Therese wore only a little pleated skirt and thin blouse. Tall for her age and well formed, she was seated on his knees listening attentively as the priest asked her: “Have you already seen the little Jesus?”
“Yes, Father, in his cradle.”
“Would you like to see him again?”
“Very much, Father.”
He drew his cock out of his underclothes. “Here, darling, here he is.”
“Oh,” Therese exclaimed, “how handsome he is!”
“Caress him, then, give him your hand.”
Docily, Therese caressed the cock, to find it stiffening at once to her touch.
“He's standing up!” she cried in astonishment.
“Not so loud, little one! Yes, you see he likes that — would you like him to go into your cradle?”
Innocently, Therese responded, “But it's not Christmas, and there isn't any cradle here.”
“No?” Then what is this, my child?” The priest put his hand under the little skirt and touched the girl's enchanting little pussy. Therese began to giggle, let herself be carried to his bed and stretched out on it, then watched him as he took off her drawers and his own shorts. Her eyes grew very big at the sight of his heavy balls. He approached the bed, and Therese took hold of his vigorous shaft, sliding her left hand between his legs to investigate these unfamiliar big hairy sacks. Then, at his instruction, she tickled the huge plumhead of his cock, after which he knelt over her and tickled her little pussy with the inflamed arrow her fingers had so exquisitely attuned.
He played with her a long while, kissing her soft little titties, her sleek belly, her long shapely, slender thighs, and then ran his tongue over her rosebud of a cunny. But he decided not to deflower that rosebud, so instead he turned her over onto her belly and anointed first his cock and then the rosette of her anus with vaseline. He was thirty-five years old, and had performed this ritual with boys as well as girls, but his specialty of sucking off the boys and gamahuching the girls had won their confidence so that they would not dream of telling their parents what he had first done to them.
Therese soon felt a thick hard object invade the dainty crevice of her bottom, thrusting inexorably forward. It was almost more than she could bear, but when he tickled her clitoris with a sage forefinger and drew her to her first girlish spending, her muscles expanded and contracted and thus aided his inroads till at last she felt the hot drench of his gism. He kissed and caressed her, praised her docility; then, washed, her clothes back in place and hair combed, she was sent away, promising to return the next Thursday.
This little liaison lasted several years without her parents or friends suspecting. Moreover, quite apart from theology, Therese had learned many things from these singular lessons and she was always to cherish her memories and knowledge. At boarding school, she learned of games with her own sex, and when she finally entered the convent, she did not forget the joys which the priest had dispensed, for she acquired a superb dildo, realizing that in the convent there would be no men like him to satisfy her needs. She initiated several sisters, so that she might always calm the fiery urges of her passionate nature. Sent to Fort-Lamy to this sanitarium, she brought her dildo with her. I can well imagine what the customs officer must have thought when, searching her luggage, he came upon that simulacrum, but of course, since it was not prohibited, he simply closed the suitcase and wished her happiness in her new home.
However, since she was the only nurse in the ward to which she was assigned, she was reduced to satisfying herself or, on rare occasions, with a patient who was not too ill, such as Martine. And in two all too short weeks Martine was pronounced cured, greatly to the despair of not only Therese but also Conception.
Our little household joyously welcomed her return, especially my master Prosper who had believed her lost forever. During her stay at the sanitarium, he had given up his passion for stamps so as to devote himself entirely to this plantation and to his niece who had revealed to him the divine joys of the flesh.
To celebrate Martine's return, I organized a little party, aided by Marivol and Bouzian, who suggested that we invite Lakian as well as the charming Creole and his mistress, Blanchette. Martine clapped her hands with joy at the idea, and Marivol surpassed herself in the kitchen. After a wealth of appetizers, she offered us delicious couscous in which curry, red pepper, and cinnamon were blended to produce an aphrodisiacal effect.
The meal over, Marivol rose and exclaimed, “It's too hot in here. I'm going to go naked for comfort.” Blanchette followed her example, and the coffee-colored skin of her svelte body excited me enormously. Martine gleefully ordered all of us to be naked, as she pranced about the room, casting her garments hither and yon. It was the signal for action.
Bouzian seized Blanchette whom he had long coveted, stretched her out on a mat, and began at once to fuck her. She spread her thighs eagerly, seized the rigid weapon he presented her and directed it towards her rosy slit. Her legs wound round his buttocks as she adapted herself to his vigorous ploughing rhythm. Marivol pushed my master back onto his cushion, saying, “Marivol, she always want to be fucked by you. I very hot today, you take care of me, master.” He was the only man who had not made love to her, but on this day she had vowed to enjoy him, and had plotted with Bouzian to win him, for in the past he seemed always to spurn her.
Her mouth fused with his; seizing with one hand his swollen ramrod, she thrust it home into her fiery cunt, and then, clasping her arms round him, began the frenetic cadence to which he was constrained to follow. After the first shock of her aggressiveness, I will say that my master joined forces with her in a manner that utterly contented her furious desires.
As for Lakian, he wanted to enjoy Martine, and stretched her out on the table. Kneeling, he bowed his head to her furry oasis and began to lick it. His thick, raspy tongue furled down along the delicate, sensitive passage connecting her two orifices of pleasure, back and forth, probing just inside the rosebud of her bottomhole, thence back to her pussy, whose stiffening lovebutton he found and saluted. Pamela — for she was thus once again — uttered a cry of bliss and wrapped her nervously flexing thighs round his neck, groaning: “Lick, Lakian — oooh, it's so good — ahh, you're making me cream — ooooh, bury your tongue deeper into me, ohhhh!”
Her belly frantically weaved and writhed till at last she gave down her lovedew, and Lakian's expert tongue devoured every drop. Pamela fell back, assuaged. But he didn't want to stop there. Taking advantage of her abandoned pose, he pressed the head of his prodigious cock between the palpitating pink lips of her cunny. Pamela, opening her eyes, tried to evade this act, but he held her tightly, growling, “Me lick your bung good, now me fuck you too, otherwise me bugger you good and hard!” Realizing the futility of resistance, Pamela did her best to aid his entry into her tight sheath. Stoically, she let it be shoved into her, trying to facilitate the difficult passage by wriggling her abdomen. But soon the burning sensations evoked by that prodigious battering-ram of flesh and gristle rekindled the flame of lust which ceaselessly burned deep within her. Stretched though her cunny- was by his
