Lying in her bed in the darkness, she tossed and turned, finding it impossible to get to sleep. Suddenly, hearing the door handle turning, she froze. This big, old house was always spooky in the dead of night, so she thought she might have imagined the noise. But then, the door creaked open and a dark figure entered the room.

"Who's that?" Colleen whimpered.

"It's only me," came the soft reply. "Don't be scared."

"What are you doing here at this time of night?" Colleen demanded.

Janice shut the door and tiptoed towards the bed.

"I couldn't sleep," she whispered. "It seems neither could you. Move over."

As Colleen shifted to the far side of the bed, Janice eased her nightdress down over her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor. Colleen could barely see her, but she knew she was naked. She didn't move, as Janice drew down the bedcovers and slid in beside her.

"We mustn't make any noise," the English girl said. "It would never do to wake Miss Ross."

Colleen didn't answer. She smelled Janice's shampoo, felt a strand of her hair brushing against her face, then her lips touching hers again. On this occasion, Colleen made no effort to resist. She welcomed the closeness of the other girl and found herself instinctively returning her kiss. Janice's hand caressed her breasts through her nightdress and Colleen's fever reached a new level of intensity.

The pair continued to kiss passionately, as Janice's hand crept slowly downwards. Colleen was only dimly aware of her nightdress being tugged up over her hips, before she felt her soft fingers touching her cunt. The erotic response of her own body was so unexpected that Colleen threw back her head and uttered a sharp cry.

Janice clamped her free hand over her mouth.

"Not so loud," she whispered.

Colleen felt like screaming, not from fear or pain, but with pure, joyous exuberance. Janice kissed her again. When her tongue touched her lips and then entered her mouth, Colleen was a little startled. But it felt nice, though nowhere as nice as what the English girl's fingers were doing between her legs.

Janice took Colleen's right hand and guided it to her own cunt. The slit felt warm and incredibly wet against Colleen's fingers. Even the silky hair that surrounded it was damp. The maid had never before even touched herself in this way, but she worked her fingers in the same fashion as those of the other girl. Janice kissed her with increasing hunger, her body trembling against her. A few moments later, a breathtaking sensation convulsed Colleen. She felt as though her entire body were melting, in the most wonderful manner imaginable. When she asked her about this later, Janice would explain that Colleen had experienced her first orgasm.

It was almost dawn, when the English girl finally left her bed and crept back to her own room. Lying naked and blissfully exhausted on the crumpled sheets of her bed, Colleen suspected she had committed some unspeakable sin with Janice. At that point, she didn't care.

When Janice revisited her room, the following night, she found Colleen already naked and eagerly awaiting her. She hadn't extinguished the oil lamp.

"I want to look at your body," she whispered.

The blonde girl slid out of her nightdress as she approached the bed. Colleen was already trembling with desire.

On their third night together, Janice shocked her with a new act of love. Colleen loved it when she kissed her breasts and sucked her stiff nipples, especially when her fingers were also rubbing her slit. Tonight, Janice's lips travelled further, kissing their way slowly down over Colleen's smooth stomach. She nuzzled her belly button with the tip of her tongue, before continuing her journey. She nudged Colleen's thighs wider apart and kissed her wet, puckering labia. The maid raised herself onto her elbows, in order to see what Janice was doing. When she eased her tongue into her cunt, Colleen bit her bottom lip, to prevent herself from crying out. Even by the standards of what they had already done together, this was depraved. Colleen knew she should make her stop, if only for the good of their immortal souls, but her body was already responding. She pushed against Janice's face, urging her tongue deeper inside her, as she felt that joyous feeling of orgasm once again approaching.

 

That Friday afternoon, Father O'Kelly paid an unexpected visit. Colleen paled at the sight of the tall, stern faced priest standing on the doorstep. Her first thought was that he had somehow discovered what she had been doing with Janice and now she was about to feel the wrath of God.

"You look unwell, girl," the priest commented, as he pushed past her and entered the hallway. "Is Miss Ross at home?"

"Yes, Father," Colleen blurted. "Yes, she is at home. Have you come to see her."

"I would hardly be wasting my valuable time coming to see her maid, now would I?" he replied, with a sneer. "Kindly show me in."

Colleen felt somewhat relieved, though she was still sweating with anxiety. Father O'Kelly was always an intimidating presence. On this occasion, he took an even more sinister shape.

"Miss Ross, Father O'Kelly is here to see you," Colleen announced.

Her employer rose from her seat in the parlour and extended her right hand.

"Father O'Kelly, this is a pleasant surprise," she said, with a smile.

"Good afternoon, Miss Ross," the priest responded. "God bless this house."

"Please sit down," she invited. "Will you have tea? Or perhaps something stronger?"

He removed his hat and eased his bulk into an armchair, before declaring that he would prefer a brandy.

"A large brandy for Father O'Kelly," Miss Ross ordered. "And I shall have a glass of sherry."

Colleen dispensed the drinks, fighting to control her nerves. Miss Ross told her to draw the curtains, before dismissing her.

"How is the maid doing?" the priest asked, once they were alone.

"She's proving quite satisfactory," Miss Ross replied. "She's a hard worker and seems far more intelligent than you would have had me believe. My niece seems quite taken with her. They've become very good friends."

Father O'Kelly took a gulp of brandy.

"I wouldn't encourage such a friendship," he said. "That maid of yours comes from a simple background. She can learn nothing worthwhile from your niece."

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Colleen was trembling in the arms of her lover.

"He knows what we've been doing," she said quietly.

"How could he possibly know?" Janice demanded. "He's here to see my aunt. They're friends. That's how you got this job. Stop being so silly."

"What we're doing is a sin," Colleen protested. "You should have see the way he looked at me. He knows."

Janice sighed patiently.

"There's only one way to find out for sure. We have to listen outside the door."

"No, there's a better way," Colleen said. "Miss Ross made me draw the curtains, but the window is still open."

"Even better," Janice smiled, grabbing her hand.

The pair hurried out through the back door and crept around to the large parlour window. From where they crouched, they could not only hear the voices from inside the room. Janice nudged a curtain aside, just enough for them to see.

Miss Ross was pouring another brandy for the priest.

"I think you're quite wrong about Colleen being an innocent Catholic girl and my niece being a silly, spoiled brat," she said. "Did you know I was fifty-five last Sunday?"

"Congratulations," the priest grunted.

"Thank you, Father. Had there been any benefit to you, I'm sure you would have remembered. My niece drew a very nice portrait for me. Would you like to see it?"

Colleen would have cried out, had Janice not clamped a hand over her mouth. With the exception of members of her family, Father O'Kelly was the last person in the world she would want seeing that obscene drawing. When she had been presented with it, Miss Ross had been surprisingly appreciative and had even allowed the artist and model to enjoy a glass of sherry, while she studied the drawing.

"What an obscenity!" the priest boomed.

"Indeed," said Miss Ross. "There's your innocent Catholic girl."

"Corrupted by your whore of a niece."

"My very talented whore of a niece. Wouldn't you just love to fuck her?"

"I would indeed love to fuck your niece. I'd take that dirty English cunt by force, if necessary. Don't think I haven't contemplated it. But I couldn't trust her to keep her mouth shut, once she returned to England."

"I was referring to Colleen," Miss Ross said. "Wouldn't you like to stick your prick into that virgin cunt?"

"I'd much prefer to thrash her until her arse bled and then deliver her to the convent," the priest replied. "She's a disgrace to her family. Her mother said there was something odd about her and she was right. Why else would she allow her to work in a Protestant house?"

He drained his glass. Miss Ross immediately refilled it.

"So, you don't want to fuck my maid or my niece. That leaves only me. It's Friday and you've been hearing Confessions at the Convent. One of those sexually frustrated bitches must have told you something very interesting, if it caused you to make for my den of depravity."

"Sister Paul has fallen in love with a novice," said Father O'Kelly. "She's been performing sexual acts with her."

"Sister Paul is the buck-toothed nun, who walks with a limp?"

The priest nodded. "She just can't restrain herself. The novice told me that her only sin was taking the Lord's name in vain, on one occasion. All the while, she had been licking the cunt of that dirty, depraved bitch."

"How did you punish these two dirty bitches?" asked Miss Ross.

:"I gave them penance, along with a good thrashing with my belt. Sister Paul enjoyed her punishment, of course. She has a big arse and she enjoys having it flogged."

Miss Ross dropped to her knees and unzipped his trousers.

"It must be hard dealing with all those confessions," she said. "All those Catholic cunts yearning to be fucked and you can't have a single one. You have to come to me. And you don't even want to fuck my cunt."

She wrapped her lips around his throbbing erection.

"What's she doing?" Colleen whispered.

"It looks like she's sucking his prick," Janice replied.

The priest continued to reveal secrets of the Confessional, as Miss Ross's head bobbed up and down between his thighs. He grabbed the brandy decanter and took a swig.

"Stop doing that and turn around," he barked.

"Are you in the mood to bugger a Protestant, Father?' she demanded.

The priest lubricated his prick with a globule of saliva and pre-come, while Miss Ross hiked up her dress and pulled down her cream coloured panties. She then bent over and spread her buttocks with both hands.

"You would tempt Jesus himself, woman," he said.

"I'd take his prick up my arse too," she replied. "Though I think he preferred men."

Father O'Kelly smacked her buttocks.

"You filthy bitch," he grunted.

"Amen to that, Father," Miss Ross replied, as he entered her.

Colleen and Janice held each other tightly, as they watched the priest fucking Miss Ross. The maid felt as though her entire world was being turned upside-down. Father O'Kelly was fornicating with her employer and committing sins more vile than anything she could have imagined.