The next morning, the Abbess stopped Abigail as they were both leaving the chapel after Matins. “Thank you, Abigail, for all you have done for Peter,” she said warmly. “You have fully confirmed my faith in you. His recovery would not have been as quick or as complete without your dedicated care. I have just been to see him before he leaves, and he specifically asked to be given the chance to thank you one last time.” Abig...

The next morning, Abigail arrived at the infirmary to find the Abbess already there, examining Peter’s hands. “You have done well, Sister Abigail,” she said with a smile. “The boy’s hands are very nearly healed. I think that he will soon be able to leave us.” Abigail lowered her head. “Thank you, Mother Clare,” she murmured, but in truth she felt tears welling into her eyes. She spoke barely a word as she cleansed Peter’s...

Abigail’s heart was beating as she crossed the courtyard to the infirmary the next morning. She had been unable to banish thoughts of Peter from her mind all night, and during both Prime and Matins she had found it hard to concentrate on her devotions. This upset her very much, for she knew it was important to focus all her thoughts on the words of the liturgy. But now she was looking forward to seeing him, and not just b...

The next morning, neither Abigail nor Peter mentioned the incident, but she couldn’t stop thinking about it during the day, even when she should have been at prayer. She wondered what she would do if Peter asked her to rub his prick again? She repeated to herself that, as his nurse, she ought to do anything to make him feel better, and if helping with his prick was part of that care, then so be it. The thought of asking M...

The following morning, Abigail returned after Prime. Peter was already awake and greeted her with what seemed to be genuine pleasure. She carefully removed the cloths from his hands and was pleased to see that already the flesh seemed to be less raw. Even to her inexperienced eyes, it was apparent that the burns had penetrated less deeply than had at first appeared. “Mother Clare says that your hands need to remain unboun...

Dorcas and Margery were in bed together again. In the darkness, Abigail could hear the regular creak of the rough frame and Margery’s low moans as Dorcas pleasured her with one of the candles she had pilfered from the refectory. For someone who was training to become a nun, Dorcas had an apparently insatiable appetite for lascivious activity, and Margery had shown herself a more than willing partner. Abigail tried not to...

The private strip-show I’d done for Dick had left me with a sore arse but a full purse. That same weekend, I’d agreed to do an extra Sunday afternoon show in the Farringdon Arms to help out one of the other girls and I was a bit worried that my bum might still be bit sore after the bashing it had received on Friday. But I rubbed plenty of cream around it on Saturday, and by the next day, I found I could sit down without w...

“Each time you play a wrong note I will undo a button on your blouse.” This made her nervous, and she was barely onto the second page before her blouse was wide open, her little breasts exposed. As her fingers skittered across the keyboard, he pulled up her skirt, exposing her pale bare thighs above her stockings. She could feel his hardness pressed against her back. His nimble fingers burrowed into the dark nest between...

I had just got back from the shops and was putting the meat for the evening braai in the fridge when I heard a giggle from outside by the cocktail pool. I slid open the doors and stepped out onto the patio, at which point the source of the laughter was immediately revealed. Janet was riding up and down on the dick of someone whose face I couldn’t see, but who was certainly well endowed. The anonymous dick-owner was lying...

The stable was gloomy, and the dense aroma of horses pervaded the air. The groom’s erect member was both long and broad, and Mr Collins found himself gagging as the man thrust it vigorously down his throat. He grasped the other man’s firm thigh to steady himself with one hand, while with the other he rubbed at his own diminutive organ, which hung limply from the front of his breeches. For some reason he always found it ha...

It was around half-past-eleven as Judith left her cottage and set off for the church. The full moon shone brightly in the cloudless sky, and she had no difficulty in finding her way. For reasons no-one could quite remember, the church was situated on a small hill well outside the village itself, and the last part of the journey took her down a narrow lane overshadowed by high hedges of blackthorn. She tried to ignore the...

"Really, Mr Bennet, I do not think I can stand it any longer,” wailed his wife. “I just caught Kitty in the bushes again, this time with two officers. She seemed to have lost most of her clothes again, and whilst one of the officers had his big weapon down her throat, the other one…” “I think I can imagine the scene well enough,” interrupted Mr Bennet hurriedly. “It is most regrettable that Kitty really has no sense of de...

It was during my second year at university that I started earning some extra money by doing a bit of part-time stripping in one of the pubs near my student house. It was Katie, one of the girls in the house next door, who suggested it. She’d done the same thing during her second year, though she’d now had to give it up to concentrate on working for her final-year dissertation and exams. We’d met up in the Union building f...

Jane put down her pen with a sigh of satisfaction. She was pleased with the progress she had been making on her new novel, and she looked forward to reading the chapter she had just completed to her sister after dinner. Cassandra would probably scold her for the incident in which Emma was intolerably rude to Miss Bates, but Jane was confident that in the context of her heroine’s story it was a crucial scene, and she hoped...

“Two 99s please, with raspberry sauce.” I could feel the fresh semen running down my face. A string of it hung off my chin before dripping onto the bikini-clad bulge of my right tit. The ice-cream-van lad’s eyes were on stalks. “Erm, yes, sure, love,” he stammered. He kept looking at me as he prepared the ice-creams. I smiled and stuck out my tongue, catching a dollop of semen as it dangled off the tip of my nose. “I’ve g...