When Emilie had concluded her narrative, there was a little hesitation among us, her circle of listeners, as to whether we should have another story, from some other of the party, or whether we should adjourn. My aunt, the Lady Abbess, was decidedly in favor of the latter proceeding. She seemed to think that although the ladies present, nuns, novices and visitors, might be inclined to listen to such stories all the afternoon (for, of course, it was now pretty far advanced), yet, that the health and good looks of the girls under her charge would be better promoted by their retiring, and after their taking a refreshing ablution, amusing themselves by walking in the garden till supper time. For this purpose she not only granted them special privilege, but also requested Adele to convey her commands to her housekeeper, or a lay sister who acted in that capacity, to provide a good supper for the young ladies present, in the sitting room appropriated for the novices and young lady boarders. Then she and my mother withdrew to her chamber; and Father Eustace invited me to follow him to a comfortable room, which he called "a cell" appropriated for his use whenever his duty or his pleasure, or both, required him to take up his residence at the convent. This apartment seemed at the first view very commonly furnished, but a further inspection showed it was only so outwardly. The bed, which was covered with a grass rug, was large, and warm and soft, the elbow chair, which was clumsy and ugly to look at to have been the work of a village apprentice was a very easy one to sit in (or chief purpose in my opinion for which a chair is designed), and though there was no carpet on the floor, a thick soft mat served the purpose as well or even better. On the walls of the room, ostentatiously displayed among pictures of saints and angels, were a coarse hair shirt and a knotted whip, but in a private drawer, which his reverence unlocked for me, was a supple rod of birch twigs, and some straps and buckles lying among a lot of colored pictures of the most licentious and lust-exciting character. I could easily guess that the holy father made much more frequent and agreeable use of his concealed property than that which was openly displayed. There was a portable bath in the room, which he recommended me to use, saying that there was nothing like it for promoting and restoring the powers of the organs of generation.
"Dash plenty of cold water over your rump and private parts, my son," said he, "and the more your cock shrinks up from the chilling treatment, the more ready will it be to stand erect when called upon. And you really have done very good work to-day, as much I think as I could have done in my very best days, and I was very celebrated among my penitents, rather a favorite confessor, I flatter myself. Let me see! You fucked Emilie first thing this morning, then you and she worked on Louise's feelings till she was silly enough to let you take her maiden-head, that makes two; then there was that abominable imposition upon sister Agnes, that was partly my Lady Agatha's doings, if I had thought that was anything of that kind going on in that quarter, I should have been beforehand with you, Master Auguste, for I had intended of having the gratification of taking that young lady's virginity myself; there's a racy and piquant feeling in breaking into the sanctuary of a piously disposed, prudish girl like Agnes. Pray, did she make a good fuck? Did she wriggle her rump well about?"
I explained to him that we were obliged to strap her to the bedpost at first, but that when my ready attendants perceived that she appreciated the amusement they set her legs free, and then she became very active and quite excited.
"Ah! so I should have thought, and she has very fine posteriors too," added he in a musing tone. "You buggered her very nicely this afternoon; I was not so busily engaged serving your magnificent mother with the same sauce, but that I had time to notice it. It was a very creditable performance indeed," continued he, nodding his head with approbation, "particularly in a couple of novices. Well, let me see, that makes three, or rather I should say four, if you count the rump performance, and by the by, I was forgetting, you roguered Adele mare fashion, didn't you? While she was giving her superior satisfaction with a dildo to be sure, well, that makes five. Good enough, young gentleman, for one day; but I suppose what with your ablutions and the beauty of the convent ladies, to say nothing of the good supper which we hope to enjoy presently, you will be making up the even half dozen, but I would not recommend you, my son, to look too much at those charming pictures, you see they are beginning to make your cock stand again, already! Really, you are a very fine boy, and exactly what I liked when at your age."
These remarks were produced by my examining the collection of lascivious pictures, while I was industriously rubbing myself with a coarse towel, and the two stimulants together were certainly producing the effect which my spiritual (and real,) father had noticed. I told him never to mind appearances, that I should be all right after supper, but at the same time asked him if he could not from his secret stores produce some tonic to stimulate the appetite, as I did not feel very strong in that particular. He smilingly replied that he had everything in his cell that could contribute to man's comfort, except a woman; and that he could have that for the asking. So saying he produced a small bottle, and mixing a spoonful of its contents with an equal quantity of wine, bade me drink it. The draught was slightly bitter but not unpalatable, and the effect was undeniable, and perceptible in the short space of ten minutes.
"You are right, my son," remarked the monk in reply to my expressions of approbation, "it is a most valuable restorative, and I have found it most useful as a stimulant. The secret was confided to me by an apothecary to his late Majesty, who found it of great benefit in restoring his worn out energies, and in exciting sensual desires in the minds of virtuous young ladies, for whom he designed the honor of a real fucking. As a page of honor to his majesty I saw a good deal of that kind of thing, and if I had confined myself to merely seeing, I should not now be a monk. But alas! Temptation overcame prudence, and one day I committed myself seriously. I need not tell you, my son, that even the ordinary footmen of ladies of quality see a good deal of the private life of the families with whom they are domesticated; what then must be the opportunities of a favored page of the King's be among the ladies of his majesty's court? Now among the King's favorites there were a great many still untouched, waiting for the happy time to arrive when they would be honored by making the acquaintance of the royal cock. Among these was a certain young lady of high family, Julie St. Roche, whom I could not help imagining often cast a longing eye upon the handsome page, namely, myself and I was speedily convinced of it. It happened thus. The King was giving a court ball at which all the handsome ladies were expected to be present, and he selected among his favorites those servants of high family who would not shock the aristocratic feeling of the nobility who would be present. You will understand that morality, or modesty, or virtue, were trifles of no consequence at all. He selected me to be the bearer of his commands to such of his pets as lived out of Paris at his country seat, his Pare aux Cerfs, as it was called. Among others I carried a message to Mademoiselle St. Roche. Glad of a change of scene, and, moreover, of a ball with all its concomitants of fine dresses, music and voluptuous dances, Julie was in ecstasy; and showed it by kissing me over and over again as the bearer of such good news. There was only one other young lady present. Mademoiselle Fountain; she equally delighted but more prudent, said -
"Mind, what you are doing, Julie; kissing that young fellow! Recollect that he is something more than a boy, as perhaps he will show you if you excite his manly propensities!"
At this Julie only blushed and laughed, and said that her friend was a prude she insisted that I was a boy and only a boy, and so young that I could not possibly do any mischief.
"May be so," said the other young lady, who retired, remarking that she would go to her wardrobe to pick out a suitable ball dress. The moment her back was turned, I considered that I ought in common gratitude to return Julie some of the kisses she had given me, which I did with such head and force, as to inspire her with a greater respect for my manly powers than she professed to have had previously. Then I told her that I believe his Majesty designed for high honor on the coming occasion. On hearing this she colored up, and asked me in the same breath what I meant, and how I knew. I informed her that I had been waiting at table at a private supper which my master had given to old Madame Desart, whom Julie well knew, as she had been the means of introducing her to the king. His Majesty was consulting this elderly procuress as to the different charms and capabilities of the untried ladies of his seraglio, and she had strongly recommended Mademoiselle St. Roche.
"Indeed, sweet lady," said I, "she spoke so rapturously of your various charms, of your beautiful white bosom, of your long, well-shaped legs, of your round white rump and of the virgin treasure you cherish between your milk-white thighs, that she quite raised my curiosity as well as the King's."
"Indeed, Master Eustace," said she, "and pray what do you think the King will do to me?"
"I know," said I.
"You do?" she exclaimed in surprise, "and how?"
"I was on duty in the ante-chamber the first time he had an interview with Mademoiselle La Fontaine, the young lady who has just left the room, and I peeped through the curtain that overhung the door, and I saw "
"What?" eagerly asked my fair companion, "dear Eustace, do tell me!"
"In this wicked world, fair lady," I replied, "one never gives anything for nothing, but I will tell you all about the pretty spectacle I witnessed, if you will permit me to have one peep at those magnificent charms which Madam Desart so enthusiastically described."
"Pages are always saucy," replied the laughing girl, "but you are such a child that I suppose there will be no great harm in your having one peep; but recollect, sir, if you please, that it is only to be peeping, not handling."
"Oh, of course not, beautiful Julie," said I. With that, as she was standing up, I went down on one knee and raising the wide spreading flounces of her dress, began to lift up the undergarments. One of the great charms of my investigation was, that as these treasured ladies were liable at any time to receive his majesty's embraces, they were always dressed to perfection as to their petticoats and chemises. In the present case I first of all viewed a vista of long white silk stocking, leading to a splendid regalia of creamy thighs and rump. I pulled the thighs and cheeks of her posteriors apart, rather roughly I fear, (so much for not handling), and began kissing, licking, and sucking her brown-haired cunt, with all the passionate ardor of seventeen. She liked it I'm sure, for she not only made no resistance, but opening her thighs, she stooped a little so that I had a fair chance to insert my finger into her charming orifice. Of a sudden she exclaimed, "Stop, dear Eustace, I hear somebody coming!" instantly but most unwillingly I emerged from my delightful hiding place, and placed myself in a respectful attitude; while she sat down, looking as innocent as she could. The somebody, whoever it was, walked past the door however, without even looking in, and then we breathed more freely.
"And now, Eustace," said the lovely girl, "since you have had your inspection, (and a taste too, I should think,) you are bound to tell me what you saw his gracious Majesty doing to my friend La Fontaine."
"Certainly, Mademoiselle," I replied. "Only promise not to be vexed with me if, in my description and illustrations, I shock your notions of delicacy."
"Oh, certainly not!" replied she.
"Very well, then," replied I. "The first thing his Majesty did was to demand my assistance in taking down his royal breeches, and bringing to view his sacred tool, thus;" said I, suiting the action to the word and allowing my own garments to disclose to the astonished Julie a very respectfully sized prick for a boy of seventeen, and stiff enough to poke a hole through a deal board.
"Bless me what a pretty thing!" said the innocent girl, taking hold of it. "And has the King got an instrument like this? And what does he do with it?"
"That, Mademoiselle, I am about to explain to you," replied I, with as much gravity as I could command. "When he had thus prepared himself he ordered me to retire and usher in Mademoiselle La Fontaine."
When I introduced the young lady I did not retire far, but drawing the curtains of the anteroom, (where no one but I was allowed to enter,) about one inch apart and watched the whole proceeding. You will be interested to know, Mademoiselle, that your fair friend lay herself on the sofa in very nearly the same attitude in which you are now placed: only that her legs were drawn up a little, and her thighs more spread, something in this manner," said I, putting the young lady's limbs in the posture I described. I wonder her common-sense did not suggest the impropriety of my taking such liberties with her; but the fact of the case is, her animal passions had gained the supremacy over her, and, for the time, she had no common-sense.
"Then, sweet Julie," I continued, "the King lifted her silk robe and her snowy underclothing up to her waist, thus," (suiting the action to the word), "revealing charms as snowy as the garments that veiled them; very lovely I thought the sight then, but it was not nearly so beautiful as the prospect which now fires every drop of blood in my veins."
The only reply that Julie could make to this rhodoment was a long drawn sigh, and perceiving that I was not likely to meet with much resistance, if any, I hastily concluded with, "and then his Majesty did this." As I made this last remark, I pulled open the ruby lips of Julie's delicious cunt, still moist from my licking and sucking, and placing myself on the sofa between her thighs, guided the scarlet oval top of my gallant young prick into the orifice of her lips, and then flinging my weight forward upon her, let him find his own way in, and fight his own battle.
At this forcible illustration of the scene I had witnessed between my royal master and Mademoiselle La Fontaine, Julie gave a slight scream, but she had just sense enough left to know that any exclamation of alarm might bring unwelcome intruders upon the scene; and, moreover, I smothered her face with kisses to such an extent that screaming was not very easy. Previously to this I had rogered two or three chambermaids, (somehow or other it seems to be considered part of the duty of a court page to do so), but I had never before fucked a young lady of rank, or taken a maiden-head. Now I was doing both at once; and, oh, how delicious it was! How I reveled in her delicate charms. How I grieved when my ecstasy came to an end and I emitted into her violated sanctuary all I had to give her. I longed to remain in her, feeling sure that within ten minutes time I should be able to go to work again with fresh vigor; but it was mid-day; the room was liable to be entered at any moment; and for the sake of my fair partner I rose and put my disordered garments straight. But Mademoiselle St. Roche forgot to be equally careful; she lay back exhausted, just as I had left her; with her petticoats up, her thighs open, and the creamy foam over the brown hair and ruby lips of her paging cunt. When lo! Entered Mademoiselle Fontaine!
"Well, I'm sure, Julie," said she, "here is a pretty expose. What are you doing in that horrible indelicate position, with your clothes up? And you, master page, what are you doing here?"
I bowed respectfully, and replied that Mademoiselle St. Roche had been troubled with an abominable flea, and that we had been trying to catch it.
"I fear, Master Page, that you have been searching for fleas in very improper places," she gravely replied. "But pray what induced you to imagine that it was possible for a flea to be up that little orifice, which, by the way looks as if it had been split open?"
From the tone of her conversation, I saw that it was of no use to attempt to deceive her, and was at a loss what to say; when Julie beckoned me to her, and while her friend wondered what she could be saying, whispered to me that she would engage her in conversation and beg her not to disclose what she had just seen at the same time she would carelessly clasp her arms around her neck, and hold her fast in a stooping position. While she was thus situated, it would be easy and pleasant for me to get into her from behind. "And then you know, Eustace dear, she will not be able to tell stories of us!"
I had always heard that women were apt learners in these matters, but I must acknowledge that I was perfectly astonished at the extraordinary diplomatic talent exhibited by the hitherto inexperienced Julie. But I considered he ride a very good one, and without waiting for my assent she proceeded to put it into practice.
"Dear Adelaide, come her, I want to speak to you," said she.
"Well, what is it, you silly, imprudent girl?" replied her friend, approaching her and leaning over her.
This was all that Julie wanted; and she clasped her round white arms around Adelaide's neck, and drawing her face down to hers began to beg of her in an audible whisper not to breathe a word of the suspicious appearance of matters when she so suddenly entered the room.
"Of course I shall not, my pet," replied La Fontaine. "It would only bring scandal upon our little community, and make the King and our abominable old Governance look more sharply after us. But, gracious heavens!" she continued, "what is that impudent page about?"
"You will observe, my son, that as she promised not to reveal her suspicions there was no necessity for me to purchase her secrecy by violating her, and thereby place her on the same footing as Julie; but secrecy or no, my imagine had been stimulated, and as Mademoiselle La Fontaine leaned over her friend, the position raised the skirt of her silken flounces so as to exhibit her legs in the most captivating manner. Her exclamation was caused by my putting my head under her petticoats to obtain a nearer and more extensive view; and when she called out, the only alteration I made in my proceedings was to stand up, raising her petticoats with my head as I did so. My faithful Julie kept tight hold of her at the same time, so she was perfectly harmless as far as any resistance was concerned, and her position stuck her posteriors out in such a way as to render either of the two crevices nestling in the neighborhood an easy prey. I have fucked many and many a pretty girl since, my dear boy, and many a lady of rank has considered herself honored by having accepted my loving embraces; but I shall never forget the day I took a young lady's maiden-head for the first time, or that the first time that the idea struck me that a girl's bottom hole must be a delightful change. At any rate, whether impelled by novelty, or curiosity, or by lust, or Adelaide's tempting position, or all four, I do not know; but I certainly was not disappointed. At first I thought her tightness would baffle me but I supplied the remedy by copiously bedewing the end of my prick with saliva and then I tried again, and I forced the knob in with one vigorous shove. That done, the rest of the performance was easy; the remainder of my weapon followed, and in two lungeous thrusts was buried up to the hilt, thereby meaning my balls. Adelaide did not pretend to any resistance or even expostulation, but simply remarked to her friend, "You have served me a nice trick, you naughty girl! See if I don't pay you off for it? In the meantime you will excuse me remarking that this saucy page of yours is a lascivious and unnaturally lustful young beast."
"Unnatural!" exclaimed Mademoiselle St. Roche, "Why you never mean to you, -
"Yes, I do mean to say," interrupted Adelaide, "and it is just as well that he is quite a youth and has not got to his full size, for if he had a full grown, thick prick, such as I have seen and felt too, I would run some risk of having my bottom hole split. Oh, now I suppose his highness is finished; yes, I thought so, I did not require a clyster but I have got a copious one, and now I suppose I shall have the trouble of retiring to the water closet. Many thanks to you, Monsieur, I am sure for the distinguished honor you have done my posteriors!" said the laughing girl; turning round as I withdrew, myself, for I haven't; and Julie, if you'll take my advice you'll come upstairs with me, while this lovely young gentleman gets into the saddle and back again to Paris; for if this escapade should happen to be noticed, you and I will be disgraced forever; while Master Page here will run a very good chance of being castrated, which I suppose he thinks would be a pity, while my own opinion is that it would save the maidenheads of a number of poor innocent girls."
I saw her advice, though given in a laughing tone, was correct and quite servious. Consequently, kissing both young ladies warmly, I spurred my horse at full gallop on the return to Paris. And it was well I did so, for the King, awfully jealous, as worn-out tyrants usually are, had already noticed that I had been longer on the road than he expected. I averted suspicion from myself by entering into long descriptions of the enthusiasm with which the young ladies had received the invitation to the Royal fete, and the flattering and grateful remarks they had made about his Majesty. I even improvised a sort of half angry, half jealous conversation, which I pretended to have overheard among some of the beauties, contending as to which of them was the most likely to be honored by his Royal embraces. This, which was all fiction, from beginning to end, pleased the King vastly; and I flattered myself that I had reestablished myself in his good graces.
But I reckoned without my host. It seems that the government of the country villa had a nephew, a bastard son, whom she wished to place as a Royal page, and as there was no vacancy, she had to make one. The old harridan had not seen any of my delicious proceedings with my lovely friends, but she knew that they had been with me a considerable time, and taking that fact in connection with the use that both Julie and Adelaide made of a sponge on their reaching their apartment, she made a shrewd guess at the truth. You see that she was pretty well versed in these little matters. The consequences of her suspicions was that she sought an audience with her Royal Master in Paris; and warned him against me as a dangerous youth to be let loose among his favorites. She did not dare to accuse me of any impropriety, as she knew that their influence would outweigh hers; but a page who was present subsequently told me that she asserted that, after delivering the note and the message to any of the young ladies, the private part of my person was always very prominent: in plain language, that whenever I approached any of his Majesty's treasured pets, I was afflicted with a terrible cock stand; and the experienced old lady warned the King that a youth in that predicament does not stop to weigh the consequences, be they ever so dreadful; and she feared that some day my lust would lead me to attempt a rape on one of her charges, or at any rate would probably lead me to take extremely improper liberties.
The King, perfectly horror-stricken at the idea of any ordinary person touching, or thinking of invading the sanctuaries sacred to his Royal prick, summoned me forthwith into his presence, and told me of what I was accused. On any other occasion I should have indignantly protested against any such accusation, and defied the scheming old hag to her face. But as it was, knowing myself to be guilty, I was afraid that any investigation might lead to worse results; the ruin of the ladies, and very possibly death to myself. So I answered respectfully, that, in common with all gallant young gentlemen in his gracious Majesty's service, I liked to look at beautiful young ladies, but I had too much respect for those reserved for his Majesty's pleasure, to presume to let my animal passions get the better of me in regard to them.
To this the King shook his head doubtfully, and replied that I might mean honestly, but that he feared he could not trust me; the temptation was too strong; and that if I desired to have the honor and felicity of continuing in his service, I must submit to be castrated. To this I humbly objected; replying that I was as my maker had been pleased to make me, and much as I coveted and appreciated the honor of continuing in his royal service; I considered that at my age castration might cause death; and, as it certainly would deprive me of my manhood, I would just as well die. On this the King was very angry, and said that he had no doubt the suspicions about me were at any rate founded on fact; and that since I seemed to be unworthy of the honor of continuing in his service, I should be made a monk, and enjoy myself in the seclusion of a monastery of the strictest order. But in some things the cowl is even stronger than the crown, and I had some friends in the church, who interfered, and I was placed in a monastery of exceedingly easy discipline, where there were a considerable number of young monks of good family. From them I learnt that monastic life has its charms and privileges as well as those of any other life, and in fact, that was the way I became a monk." I had been rather curious to know how it was that a fine, handsome, strong man had adopted a line of life for which he was apparently so ill-suited; apparently his proper sphere would have been at the head of a troop of heavy dragoons or a company of mousequetaires. I suggested to him that some of his penitents must have made exceedingly interesting confessions to him, and that some pleasant adventures must have occurred in consequence.
"You are right, my son," he replied, "and according to our strict rule I ought not to divulge any such stories; but the fact is, our rules are growing weaker and weaker day by day, and I shall not be at all surprised to find very soon that there are neither rules or convents, or nuns, or priests in existence and so I shall have no hesitancy in divulging whatever in my experience I have found entertaining; only I think in common fairness to our beautiful and accommodating companions they should hear anything that may interest them good Lord! (he continued in a musing tone), what a budget of adventures that girl Emilie did relate to us! For a girl of her age, what a deal she has seen and experienced! and what a splendid young lady she is. I am glad to hear that she has been thoroughly well rogered both back and front, for, as you may have noticed; my son, I am rather heavily made, and I don't like either hurting my pretty companion, or myself; though I think that silly girl, Adele, could have let me in without much inconvenience."
"Perhaps not, your Reverence," said I. "When I was fucking her mare fashion this morning; of course I took the opportunity of having a good look at everything she had to show, and did not neglect to inspect the orifice you attempted. Though I pulled open the cheeks of her rump, and shoved the end of my finger in, I should decidedly pronounce her small made in that part; not nearly so large as Agnes for instance; Emilie's posteriors I have not seen except when she was suffering penance under your Reverence yesterday."
"Oh, well," replied Father Eustace, "one can't have everything. Adele makes a very tidy fuck, I dare say, and I know she has acquired the art of satisfying the lady Superior, so she pleases somebody at any rate if she is not big enough for me; only, my son, if in the course of your innocent familiarity, you should happen to penetrate the precincts of her rump (here he winked knowingly), just inform your spiritual director, will you?" Here he laughed. "And appropos of that subject, my son," he continued, "whom do you propose to make your partner for the evening, or your bed-fellow for the night, or both: pray what sort of a girl have you a imagine for? You shall have her if she is in the establishment; for my influence here is unlimited. The girls you have seen are all very pretty and sweet; but Agnes and Louise are undoubtedly sore, and will be all the better for solitary repose; and the Lady Abbess will be wanting Adele; Emilie I mean to keep for myself; she has raised my ideas to a very high pitch by her spirited narrative; and I hope to do her business for her in every shape and way, and in such styles as she was never done either by Victor or the Vicomte de Merville, so you need not think about her!"
I replied that if my aunt wanted me again as she had the night before, I was bound in duty and in gratitude for her hospitality to give her the benefit of my humble performances.
But the monk here interrupted me with, "Duty hah! gratitude boosh! her handsome ladyship must not be too greedy: if she is, I will send for my friend, Father Ambrose, from the Franciscan Monastery hard by, and he shall serve her to her heart's content it is not the first time that he has done so."
"No indeed," said I, "I have heard of her first adventure, struggling and straddling between Father Ambrose in front and your Reverence behind!"
"Ah," said he, smacking his lips, "that was nice! How young and active and tight she was. By the by, talking about ladies' adventures, let us try if we cannot induce Madame de Ermonville to relate the story of her disappointment with regard to Monsieur, the useless old fellow, and how she consoled herself under the circumstances."
"Perhaps," I suggested, "she might not like to do so in my presence."
"Why not," he replied, "you are not his son, thank Heaven! He could not beget such a fine young fellow but you have not yet replied to my inquiry of what sort of a bed-fellow you would like, dark or fair, tall or short, quiet or lively?"
I replied, "That I thought I should like a very quiet companion, one that would let me sleep, for I required some rest; but still at the same time would fuck well if called upon."
His Reverence pondered a little and then said: "I think I can just suit you. Do you recollect the little adventure in the garden, which your beautiful mother related as between me and a certain Sister Helene?"
I nodded.
"Well, I believe that that is the only time she has been fucked for many months but who was the father of her child we none of us know or indeed care much; perhaps if she takes a imagine to you, as most of the women here appear to do, she might make you a confidante."
I immediately asked him for a description of the lady, and he informed me that she was rather tall in the style of Agnes, pale and interesting, but more mature; and concluded by saying that he would cause a bed-room to be set apart for my reception, and warn Helene of the duties expected of her. "I will take on myself, Auguste, to tell your lady friends, and your aunt, in particular, that beyond a little romping amusement during supper, or just after it, they must not expect too much from their devoted admirers, you and myself that is to say."
I highly approved of his prudent measures, and he departed on his mission to sister Helene; putting with great foresight a bottle of wine under his girdle, as he said the lady would enjoy some after supper, and we both of us might want it in the night.
On his return, he reported very favorably of his success; that the lady was looking very well, and would be very happy to be my bed-fellow, and then we adjourned to the Lady Superior's private apartments, where supper awaited us.
CHAPTER XIII
AS Father Eustace and I entered the Lady Agatha's apartment, we found the table laid for supper, a very welcome sight to me as I had recovered from my exhaustion and felt a healthy appetite. Scarcely had we entered than Madame de Ermonville and my aunt made their appearance through the opposite door, both looking extremely freshened up and very handsome. To an inquiry on the part of their spiritual director, if we were going to be only a party of four, as on the previous evening, or if any of the younger ladies were to be admitted as guests, the Abbess said that if we wished, she would ask one or two of our favorites to come to supper or afterwards; but here my mother interposed somewhat irascibly, and insisted upon it that we should be better off without any addition to our company, saying that that boy (meaning me), would be making himself ill, and that even Father Eustace would be none the worse from his repose. "And I think, Agatha," continued she, addressing her sister, "that I will sleep with you tonight! I want a night of rest, and not of sensual indulgence and I'm sure you can't want any more just at present!"
"I don't know about that," said the lascivious Superior pouting, "and I dare say that either of these worn out gentlemen, as they call themselves, would be ready enough for a few minutes' work, after supper if they chose; but men are always ungrateful! they have both of them tasted the sweets of my body most thoroughly, and now I suppose they are tired of me at any rate, at the worst, I can have the services of my faithful Adele!"
With one voice Father Eustace and myself assured my lovely relative, that so far from feeling ungrateful, we had the lively sense of the exquisite delight we had experienced in reveling in the charms of her magnificent person; and if inclination permitted her in the course of the evening, I for one would do my best to satisfy her longings.
On this she kissed me warmly, saying that I was a dear, sweet, boy, at the same time passing her hand under my petticoats (for I still retained my female costume for fear of strangers or monks who were not in the secret, visiting the convent; in which case a handsome young man, fashionably dressed might have appeared a little out of place), and my petticoats were occasionally very convenient; a lady's hand finding most ready access to my private parts without having to undergo the tedious operation of a pair of breeches. On the present occasion, the Abbess could hardly hope to find a standing prick, as a reward of her investigation, but it seemed that she was not altogether disappointed, for she said -
"Ah, limp of course, but warm and full blooded! and the balls feel very firm. Ah ha, Master Auguste, with a little excitement and temptation you will be good for something yet! And now let us proceed to supper."
To supper we went accordingly; and enjoyed ourselves upon a most delicious stimulating banquet, as good in every respect as that served on the previous night, with lots of champagne and liquors, and other stimulants. In the midst of our enjoyment, when the ladies' flushed faces and sparkling eyes began to show the effect which the good things had taken upon them, the Holy Father, addressing himself to Madame, my mother, begged of her to recount for our benefit, the history of her engagement and marriage to Mon. de Ermonville, and what could possibly have induced her to unite herself with so useless and disreputable, though wealthy old gentleman.
My mother, after a little hesitation, said that her honored parents (long since dead) had in accordance with Parisian customs, betrothed her in marriage to the richest and most eligible man of their acquaintance, who had seemed to desire the honor of an alliance with their family-and that her wishes on the subject were not consulted in the least.
"And indeed," said my mother, "if I had been consulted, I don't know what selection I should have made, for my notions about men and the nature of their connection with our sex were of the most vague character; and as to what a man's private ornaments were like, I had not the most distant notion, never having seen a cock or balls until my wedding day. But, as I suppose, I must contribute my share towards the amusement of the company, and as we are nothing but a family party here, I don't mind relating the story of my marriage, and what were the results; promising, however, that it will not be half so full of racy adventure as those lascivious stories we have heard from the young ladies this afternoon.
"I will pass over as uninteresting all the particulars of the marriage ceremony, merely remarking that I was elegantly dressed in virgin white; my dear old mother herself superintending the arranging of my underclothing, which, of course was made as tempting and enticing as possible. And permit me to remark here, that there are a good many girls who are ignorant of the peculiar value of paying careful attention to their undergarments a neat, clean petticoat (it need not be too expensive in pattern) short enough to permit a liberal display of a well shaped leg, elegantly clad in white, scarlet, or black silk stockings, will raise a prick stand, which the gaudiest silk or satin robe may vainly strive to do. At any rate, its good effect were perceptible in my case; for my elegant underclothing, together with, I suppose, my virgin charms, absolutely enabled that battered, worn out rake, my husband, to raise an erection."
"The deuce they did!" here exclaimed Lady Agatha in very unsaintly language, but I can't say as much when the old wretch attempted to ravish me (and he was welcome if he could) and got me down on the sofa, he could then only bob his half limp machine about the outside of my cunt and bottom, and could never effect an inch of entrance any way-and I am sure, with all due deference to Helen's charms, that mine were tempting enough so I bade him adieu in disgust."
At this interruption we all laughed and Madame continued -
"After the ceremony was over, and I had been installed in my new home, where I must acknowledge everything was most luxurious, it was only natural in me to rest myself on one of the large couches in my elegant boudoir, and I suppose it was only natural in Monsieur to inspect the piece of goods which had just become his own. I must say I thought he was indelicate, but I had been especially warned by my mother not to show reluctance or even timidity, regarding anything that he chose to do to me. So that when he lifted my white silk robe first, and then began to raise my undergarments one by one, until my legs were exposed, I blushed a good deal but said nothing; finding that there was no hesitation on my part, he became more encroaching, and soon the shape of my thighs was no secret to him; these he rewarded with lascivious kisses. Finally my belly, cunt, and all, were openly displayed, and came in for a share of his sensual caresses. He only desisted to undo his breeches with hasty and tremulous fingers for I had never seen the like before. His priapus was certainly stiff. I am now a judge of such matters: I was not so then, and thought he was the same as other men; now I know that his tool was neither thick, long, or even as stiff as it should have been. What it would have become if he had managed to effect an entrance into my person, it is impossible to tell. Into a well fucked woman he might have worked his way; but I was not only a virgin, but an uncommonly tight one moreover, as I dare say a gentleman present can testify.
Here Father Eustace gave a low chuckle and made a sound like smacking his lips.
"Well, he pulled my thighs wide open, but still was very gentle, and then introduced his fingers into the lips of my maiden orifice, and opened them for his proposed invasion; but alas, it was not to be: he certainly got the end of his overworked and worn out tool within the portals of the sanctuary, but further he could not go. His ramrod was not stiff enough to penetrate further than the muzzle of my piece, nor had he strength of loin to drive it in. But the old boy had some spunk left in him, rather to my discomfort than otherwise, for after laboring away and belaboring my white belly and thighs for some minutes, he actually emitted a feeble injection, which did nothing more than moisten the outside of my cunt, and made me unpleasantly wet about my bottom. He seemed both proud and satisfied; and I do believe he traces the origin of Master Auguste to his attempted fuck of his bride on her wedding day. I need hardly tell you that I was anything but satisfied; and have reason to think differently of Auguste's parentage. It would hardly amuse you, and would only disgust me, to recall the many occasions when my elderly spouse annoyed me by tumbling and rufling my clothes by attempting to do his duty at all times and in all places and all in vain. I thought it my duty as a young wife, to consent to his wishes, and to allow him to do his best; but it was useless, disappointing work. For instance, I had dressed myself for dinner most elaborately on one occasion, but before proceeding to the saloon where our guests were in I glanced in a tall mirror which stood there. I was certainly looking very well and was well satisfied with my appearance; and so also, as ill luck would have it, was my husband, who had noiselessly entered the room, and was gloating over the beautiful piece of property that he called his wife.
I immediately turned from the mirror, and on seeing him suggested the propriety of our descending to the saloon to receive our guests; but no, nothing would serve him but shoving his hands up my petticoats, fingering me in a fierce passionate way that hurt me, and disarraying the elaborate toilet that I had made. Worse still he insisted upon my getting down on my hands and knees, this position I had never been in before, but I suppose it was all right, and I believe if I thought I should be well fucked, I would have submitted to any indignity in the way of position, or to have been tumbled to any extent. For the fact of the case is, that I was beginning to feel an indescribable want of something that I had not yet got. I suppose his proceedings, such as fingering me, opening and sucking my cunt, and rummaging my rump, contributed to this dissatisfied state of feeling; at any rate on the occasion I am describing, I submitted to the posture he required, in the faint hope that perhaps a change of position might bring about the desired result, it is not for me," said Madame laughing, "to judge of any peculiar attractions which I may present when in a crouching position; I suppose every well made woman, with fine large posteriors and round thighs, looks charming when so placed, but my lord and master was evidently delighted; he kissed my rump so voraciously, that I am sure he must have made the cheeks quite red; then he kissed my cunt and inserted his tongue in it, until I wished and hoped more than ever, that he might prove himself worthy the name of a man. Then he, oh! Never mind what he did next; suffice it to say that his satiable desires, not being fulfilled, prompted him with the most bestial ideas, and here forsooth was I, a blooming young bride of seventeen, still retaining my maidenhead, obliged to submit to his lustful tyranny.
"Well, when he had quite finished with my cunt, and posterior orifice, at least as far as his mouth was concerned, he essayed once more to enter my mossy portals, still virgin, though he flattered himself differently. And I believe, he fancied himself in, so he was about an inch, or more, and bursting my maidenhead was quite out of the question. Now all this time my silk robe was gathered into a roll around my waist, and my back hair had tumbled out of its plaits, and so I hoped he would be quick, if only that I might restore my disordered dress before dinner. And, sure enough, when he withdrew his useless old cock from my hungry little unsatisfied orifice, I hoped these absurd performances were over, but no thank you! He, probably, was prompted by nothing more than brutal lust, for he never could have imagined that his half-stiffened machine failed in its attack on its legitimate sphere of action or could be of slightest service in penetrating the mysteries of my rump. But he tried it! And failed of course. His failure was naturally to be expected, but he seemed determined to have satisfaction in some way; for, wondering what he was going to do next, I looked backwards over my shoulder, and behold my Lord was frigging himself! I, imagining that he could do that equally well in his dressing room, proposed to rise up and go away, but he prevented me, observing that the contemplation of my charms was necessary to his performance. In a minute more it seemed as if something more was necessary, for as he manipulated his tool he laid the thing in the slit of my butt. The consequence of this was of course, that when he managed to bring forth a gentle emission, he wet my bottom hole and the adjacent parts most uncomfortably.
I rose up in great disgust and proceeded to my dressing room, where I speedily summoned my female attendants. On their appearance, I briefly ordered one of them to arrange my hair afresh, and the other to wipe my private parts with a dry towel, and then to fetch me another robe. They neither of them expressed the slightest surprise at my demands, indeed, one of them, the elder, remarked that my predicament was nothing but what was to be expected when a beautiful young lady became the bride of such a gallant gentleman as Monsieur de Ermonville. To have maintained my dignity I ought to have held my peace; but I was so much irritated by the nonsensical humiliation to which I had fallen upon my hopes to matrimonial felicity, that I let fall some expression of vexation and disappointment which were quite enough to admit the experienced waiting women of a full knowledge of the case. "If Madame will excuse my saying so, we were tolerably well aware of the fact before Madame honored this establishment with her presence," said one of them.
" 'Madame Eleanor was the last favorite here, and though Monsieur used to make her handsome presents of money and jewelry, all his generosity did not reconcile her to his impotence. Was it not so, Flabelle?' addressing the other girl, 'you ought to know.'
" 'Indeed I ought,' replied the other. 'I have had to whip the dear old gentleman with birch rods many a time in order to give him the required stimulus to rog-er Madame Eleanor, and on my faith she was opened enough long ago, and by able men, if accounts are true. And I should think, Madame,' she continued, 'that Monsieur ever rousing force enough to burst through that young virgin barrier is totally out of the question.'
" 'Do you really think so, Flabelle ? ' said I, half crying.
" 'I do indeed, honored Madame,' she replied. 'Permit me one moment!' so saying, she gently raised my underclothing and chemise and investigated my cunt in what I could feel was a very knowing manner.
"As she drew her head from underneath my garments, she said, 'You are very beautiful, dear Madame, almost perfection, and to a young active gentleman you would be a most luxurious banquet; but your charms are an obstacle to your ever experiencing enjoyment from your present husband. You are small and tight, and your maiden barrier feels very strong; now I am ashamed to say that my virginity disappeared long ago; but yet the other day, about a week ago, on meeting my master in the picture gallery he condescended to kiss me and pass his hands up my secret parts, and subsequently drew me into the curtained recess, (where the indecent piece of statuary is you know, Madame, of Leda with the swan between her thighs) and there he attempted to fuck me upright, but could he do it, no, although I did my best to assist him as in duty bound. No, Madame, he has all the wish to do it; I sincerely believe that even the rustle of a pretty woman's dress will excite him, and that the accidental view of a good leg sets his venerable blood to boiling hot in his veins, but somehow or other the muscular power is wanting; his prick will not stiffen, or if by accident it does so, the erection is only momentary. 'Poor Madame,' continued the sympathizing girl, 'have you not any amiable young chevalier at your invitation.'
"I shook my head negatively.
" 'What sort of a confessor has Madame?' asked the elder of the handmaids.
"I replied that he was a good, elderly, fatherly sort of a man.
" 'Oh, that will never do,' replied the vivacious damsel. 'Madame is fathered quite enough in this house as it is and yet, perhaps it is just as well Madame must provide herself with a young handsome monk to be the repository of her sins; and when he comes to perform his duty, (of course, I mean professional duty) Madame,' said she laughing, 'Monsieur will think it is the elderly party as heretofore."
"At this I laughed, both at the idea, and in the cool impudent way in which the girl proposed it, but she assured me that she was quite in earnest, that she was well acquainted with the Sacristan of the Abbey of Racaulieu; and that on explaining her wishes without mentioning names, she could very soon ascertain if a suitable young monk, a gentleman of good family was among their brotherhood.
"A present of a few gold pieces, nominally to be expended in tapers to burn before the shrine of Saint somebody or other, but in reality to go into the Sacristan's pocket, would place, as she thought, all the eligible young men in the convent at her disposal. She would, of course, promise a further reward if her schemes were duly carried out to fulfillment. I professed to treat her scheme as a joke, but I felt some curiosity nevertheless to see what would be the result; so readily gave her the money she required. Of that I had plenty, it was not that necessary article which was deficient in my list of the requirements for young married ladies comfort.
"Then I descended to the saloon, apologizing to the guests for having detained them, and we proceeded to dinner, amid a few covert sallies from the married ladies about young brides being apt to feel very unwell during the first week of the honeymoon; which, of course, produced a volley of questions from the younger gentlemen as to why they should feel unwell, what their sensations were like? What were the symptoms ? And such like polite badinage, which was met by taps from the ladies fans, and reproofs for their wickedness and so on. The evening passed agreeably enough, and so at the end, for I took care to exclude Monsieur under the pretext that he had harassed me enough during the afternoon. I learnt from Flabelle, while she was assisting me to disrobe myself, that Erminie, my other attendant, had gone out that evening, saying that it was on lady's business, and that she had no doubt but that she had gone to the Abbey.
" 'But it will be very late, Flabelle,' remonstrated I, 'and will it not be very dangerous for her to come such a distance alone in the dark?'
" 'Why yes, Madame, perhaps it would,' she replied, 'but probably Erminie, being on an errand for your ladyship will venture to stay away all night and pass her time in the cell of her friend, the Sacristan, or in that of some other great young monk.'
"I believe I ought to have been angry and very much shocked, but I was neither. The girl had gone on an errand specially for myself, and in my present state of mind I was not inclined to be harsh with any young woman who knew where to go for a down right good fucking, and who put her knowledge to good account. So I went peaceably to bed, waiting to see what the morrow would bring forth. The morrow brought forth Erminie among other things, not very early. Flabelle, who brought me my chocolate, said that she had not yet returned, but towards noon she presented herself and asked me if I wished to rise. I answered in the affirmative, and of course wanted to know all the particulars of her visit to the monastery.
"She replied that she believed she had succeeded tolerably with a young priest whom the Sacristan had recommended.
"She described him as young, manly and very handsome. 'Indeed,' added she, 'I felt confident that Phillippe the Sacristan, would recommend the most eligible young man he knew, both from his love for your ladyship's gold, and your humble servant's charms.'
" 'From this speech I am to conclude, Erminie,' said I smiling, 'that you had no great difficulty in finding shelter for your head last night?'
" 'For my head, Madame, that was right enough; it was my tail or rather my bottom that was in danger. Of course, presuming on my being employed on a secret errand for your ladyship, I had no hesitation in accepting Father Phillippe's extremely pressing invitation to stay to supper and to share his bed. I did not reckon however on his inviting two other friends to supper with him, but they duly made their appearance nevertheless. One of them was introduced to me as Father Eustace, a most remarkably handsome monk; it is he who is to visit you today, my Lady, in the character of your Father Confessor. I advised him to draw his cowl well over his face to hide his youth as much as possible, and to call about half past three. Monsieur is usually out at that hour and it will only require a hint to reach his ears that your Reverend director is going to call at that time to send him out. He was anxious to hear as much as possible about your Ladyship's appearance, person and temper; indeed, he was most minute in his inquiries, and I satisfied him as well as I could.'
" 'You should not have entered into such minute particulars, Erminie,' I interrupted.
" 'Excuse me, my honored Madame, but when the probability is that the Reverend gentleman will be entering into minute particulars, namely, your Ladyship's private parts, I considered that I was not only justifiable, but extremely prudent in informing him that though now married for more than a week, you were still a maid. I will enable him, Madame to make proper precautions, you understand.'
"I didn't; and my mystified face induced Erminie to explain that the young priest, whose visit was expected, was made on a very different model to my worthy husband. She explained that his cock was very large, unusually so indeed; and that if we had any amorous scenes together, and he were to attack me rashly, supposing that from the circumstances of my having been married a week, my beautiful orifice would offer no obstacle to his headlong charge he might hurt me very much; whereas, having been warned, he would proceed gently, and very probably take the precaution of anointing his beautiful weapon with ointment or some other pleasant substitute. Of course this altered the state of things and I told Erminie that I was very much obliged to her for her prudence and precaution.
" 'But pray how, Erminie,' I asked, 'did you happen to see the young monk?'
"'See it, Madame!' she replied. 'I both saw it and felt it. You see, my Lady, that when Reverend sinners like Father Phillippe get a fine young woman into their cells they take care to make good use of the opportunity or body whichever you please to call it. And on this occasion these hospitable entertainers seemed disposed to make the most of the victim they had got into their power; and it is well for me that I am of a very strong constitution and very sensually disposed, or upon my word they would have made me ill. In every possible position that fertile imagination, aided by lasciviousness could suggest, did they revel in my personal charms crouching on all fours, I felt their balls rammed against my buttocks, lying on my back with my legs over the officiating gentleman's shoulders, now standing between two of them who were respectively comparing the merits of my front and rear, or again seating myself in the lap of one of the insatiable fellows, in all these positions, I enjoyed the sensations of being enormously fucked.
'And to which of the three to give the preference, I know not: of course, Phillippe, I knew very well, and the other two were strangers, but when a young woman finds herself in my predicament she has no time for picking and choosing, her one idea is, prick and plenty of it. But now I think I had better assist your ladyship to dress a becoming negligee, I think, would be most becoming and most suitable; silk crushes and rustles so that it betrays both by sight and sound.'
"I let my experienced waiting woman have her own way, and she certainly took great pains with my outward appearance, as well as taking care that the concealed part of my dress was becoming and well arranged.
"I then sent a message to Monsieur de Ermonville to the effect that I felt too unwell to ride out that day-and that moreover I expected a visit from my spiritual director. This, as I had anticipated, sent him out of the house quickly enough. He had a horror of priests, directors and the whole tribe; and I must say that up to this time, my feelings had been much the same. But now they were going to experience an alternation. By Erminie's advice, I fortified myself for the trial before me by a small repast in the shape of a highly spiced ragout, some oysters and champagne. By the time I had finished, one of the attendants announced Father Eustace from the Abbey of St. Beau-lieu, to wait upon Madame. I signed to him to admit his Reverence, and to hand him to a seat near me.
"After a few common-place remarks I requested the monk to remove his hood, which he immediately did and I was very much pleased by his handsome countenance. Apparently he judged from the expression of my countenance that he was not displeasing to me, for he immediately became familiar and led the conversation to disappointments. This subject he at first, by way of supporting his character of priest, treated in a semi-religious manner, but soon adopted a more gallant tone, saying he had reason to believe in the matrimonial alliance arranged by my parents with the best intentions on my behalf, they had subjected me to one of the severest distresses to which a woman can be subjected; the non-fulfillment of the expectations which the married state held out to very young women. At this I blushed, but seeing I was not displeased, he ventured further, and at last put his handsome face close to mine and asked me in a whisper if I were still a maid. I muttered a half-audible assent, at the same time blushing crimson. He then knelt by my side, and talking some nonsense about this being the serious part of his duty, as my confessor, to ascertain that I spoke the truth, opened my light muslin wrapper and unveiled my charms.
"I think I must have been handsome at that time, whether I am now or not; at any rate my Holy Director went into a fit of down right enthusiasm about my elegant person and shape. To hear him rhapsodize you would have thought that he had never seen a handsome woman naked in his life before; not that I was naked, but I often think that a woman's person that is not entirely uncovered if something remains as a veil if only even a chemise, the attraction is even greater.
"But to continue. If I were to relate the number of times he kissed my legs, thighs and belly, and paid his adoration to my small and delicate cunt, would be to take up too much time, and tire you by keeping on talking all night; let it suffice to say that from kisses he proceeded to insert his fingers into my orifice, and then exclaimed, 'Good Heavens, she is still a virgin! It is all true and not the falsification of that waiting woman? Ah, what a delicious banquet I shall have! You never had such a treat in your life my trusty friend, as you are going to have now.'
"This remark, if you please, was addressed to something which he produced from under his robe, and I, looking in that direction to see what he had apostrophized, discovered it was neither more or less than his magnificent cock. But such an instrument! Without exaggeration, I am sure it was twice the size of my husband's machine, and at the first glance I thought it was. impossible that he ever could force it into me.
But he apparently was of a totally different opinion, for he took a small silver box out of his pocket and began daubing the glistening crimson head of his prick until it was well saturated. Then he forced open the lips of my cunt and got upon my body without a word of apology or without any more ado and forthwith began operations. I could not for the life of me repress a light scream as I felt the huge instrument break through the obstacles and force his way upwards into my innermost parts. And I cannot deny that he hurt me dreadfully; I had never played tricks with myself as some girls do, and I was really and not nominally 'virgin,' so that when his highness had finished his share of the business, and sank upon my bosom in a transport of delight, deluging me with hot liquor, I could give him nothing in return but hot blood. However I could not help feeling an inexplicable satisfaction in having had my maiden-head taken, and that I was a finished woman at last. When the Father rose to go, I told him that although he had half killed me, I should be very glad to see him again, and he suggested a visit to the shrine of St. Marguerite, close to his Abbey, which he said was much frequented by ladies who were neglected by their husbands, or barren from other causes. And so terminated our first interview."
CHAPTER XIV
When Madame de Ermonville had reached this important crisis in her history, she leant back in her chair as if wearied and desirous of taking breath, besides which she seemed to be a good deal excited by her own narrative and by pleasant recollections it brought back to her mind. As she did so, Father Eustace rose from his seat, and approached her, knelt down on one knee with one arm clasped round her waist, while with the other, he drew down her beautiful face to his. My aunt and I could hear amid the long luscious kisses such mutterings as, "My own adored Henriette."
"My dear Eustace, my first love."
"My beautiful treasure!" and so on, until both the Lady Superior and I saw that my Lady Mother was going to forget her prudence, and that in relating the loss of her virginity, she had recalled back her youth, and recognized in the powerful full grown man who had gladly surrendered her maiden charms. And as his Reverence passed his hands up her petticoats without the slightest resistance on her part, my aunt coming to me and deliberately sitting upon my knee, remarked:
"Ah! dear Auguste, is it not charming? See how they love each other! What a constant attachment!"
As she said so, she leaned her head affectionately on my shoulder, while I answered her sarcastically, "I wonder what Madame thinks about his fidelity, when she sees him subject Emilie to a penance of ten inches with thickness in proportion; and, ten minutes after fucking her ladyship in the summer house, ramming into the very first nun he finds walking about in the garden in broad day-light, up against a tree, or his attempted invasion of Adele's rump not two hours ago or his unconcealed rapture at the prospect of reveling in all the charms Emilie can boast of, back and front, which is the pleasure which he designs for himself tonight. I wonder what her ladyship thinks of all that sort of work?"
"Oh, my dear boy," replied my aunt, "all those sort of things are merely temporary amusements, just to pass away the time his Reverence cannot be always fucking Henriette, you know. They would be geting tired of each other and you may depend upon it my sister does not object to those little escapades on his part, as long as he comes back to her at last, and shows her the same fond attention which he is now doing."
By this time it was quite evident that my mother and her saintly confessor were going to give us a rep-itition of the scene enacted between them eighteen years ago; the priest laying his fair friend tenderly down upon the sofa, (in the same position, I suppose, as she was on that memorable occasion), and she did her part by throwing her legs open as far as they could possibly extend, and pulling her clothes up to her waist. He, for his part, gloated for one moment over the tempting charms thus liberally displayed to his view; and then, he handling his lordly priapus, went to the charge with all the ardor of a youth of twenty. I don't know how much he enjoyed himself on the first occasion of his acting as confessor to Madame, but it seemed to me as if he were now enjoying himself to the utmost; and as for her ladyship, however she may have writhed when her maiden-head was taken, she never heaved her rump up in any such grand style I am sure, and the way in which she folded her fine long legs over her paramour's back, was worthy of the highest commendation. So at any rate her sister and I seemed to think; her only fear seeming to be that the result of such an affectionate and conjugal sort of a fucking match might terminate in getting Henriette with child. And she was probably right, for although in the case of another man, the tremendous way in which he had been fucking every handsome woman who attacked his attention would have worn him out, yet the vital powers of Father Eustace seemed to be indemonstrable, and I have no doubt he served my beautiful mother as handsomely on the sofa at night, as he had done in the arbor in the morning. At any rate they seemed perfectly satisfied with one another, and lay in each other's arms with their legs and lips pressed together as if they were going to do no more fucking until I went to bed; firstly, that I might not exhaust my strength too rapidly; and, secondly, that I might do full justice to Helene with whom I was to pass the night. But a young man's resolutions are at the best of times very fragile, and where sensual pleasures and the seduction of a pretty woman are concerned, his strength of mind is very apt to yield to force of lust. And so it was my case.
I suppose the Lady Agatha, not finding herself perfectly comfortable on my knee, conceived the idea that if she took up her clothes, and at the same time raised mine, the contact of our bare skins would produce comfort and satisfy both parties. At any rate she proceeded to carry this idea into effect, and I dare say that in spite of my good resolutions the reader will not be surprised to learn that I offered no objection to her little game; no, not even when on raising my petticoats she found my cock standing and gently stimulated it by two or three exciting rubs up and down. Of course all this could end only in one way and I took care when her ladyship reseated herself, that she should do so with her thighs outside mine; then, of course, my tool naturally objected to being kept out in the cold, and commenced an exploring expedition on his own account poking his nose into all the nooks and crannies in the neighborhood for shelter.
Any doubts or preferences by the Abbess, who caught hold of him by the head and guided him easily and pleasantly into the portals of her cunt, which stood open to welcome him. After all it was as easy a way for myself as I could have selected, for my splendid mistress took all the work upon herself, and raised and settled her great full rump with amazing speed, force and regularity. So I had nothing to do but to recline back in my chair and feast my eyes upon the beautiful prospect opened before me. By this time the amorous pair of turtle doves upon the sofa had finished their billing and cooing and my mother recovered herself sufficiently to rise up and take hold of her sister by her shoulders; indeed, had it not been for this I think she would have fallen backwards, for she came to the end of her transports before I did, and emitted her evacuations in a half-fainting state. I, on returning her compliment, was in a very little better predicament; but then I had my chair to recline upon.
As she withdrew from me, Father Eustace remarked jocularly, "So much for keeping to our good resolutions, my son!"
I coolly replied, "that we had both very fair excuses to plead and that our intended bed-fellows would have to do with one fuck less apiece."
He remarked, "That was a very philosophical way of putting it, and proposed that as soon as we had drunk each a glass of champagne, Madame de Ermonville should continue her narrative. This proposal having been duly acted upon, my mother proceeded with her story accordingly.
"I had heard often of the shrine of St. Marguerite, as being a place where some miraculous cures had been made, especially in the case of young married ladies who either from their natural peculiarities or the inefficiency or neglect of their husbands had not been able to present the said husband with a child; and although a family is generally considered rather in the light of a nuisance by high born Parisian dames, yet there are cases where the failure to obtain an heir to the family estate or a successor to a title is considered a bitter disappointment. Consequently St. Marguerite's had with some people a very high reputation. With others indeed her fame did not stand so very high, and there were whispers floating about as to the particular nature of the charm which worshipping at the shrine exercised for the bodies and souls of the pious devotees; but none of these scandals had as yet reached my ears. So the next morning; ordering one of my light carriages to be prepared for my service, and taking with me no one but my faithful attendant Erminie, I started for the shrine in full liberty and trust not so much I fear as to the power of the saint or the virtues of the shrine as to meeting and seeing something of my young confessor there. But I might have been disappointed, if it had not been for the ready wit of my soubrette, who immediately on our being introduced to a great looking elderly man in the room appropriated to lay visitors, attacked him with a story of our having been recommended to visit this celebrated shrine by Father Eustace, whom we expected to meet, and who promised to instruct us as to the best modes of disposing of our offering of which we intended to be liberal. At this I noticed a comfortable looking canoness or prioress, or whatever she might be, prick up her ears, and she forthwith dispatched a message for the young monk who she affirmed was very likely then performing his duties at the shrine, (as indeed I had reason to think subsequently he very likely was,) or if absent at the monastery, he could be summoned in ten minutes. He made his appearance in a very short time, and saluted me respectfully, nobody being able to judge from his manner that there was any undue familiarity between us. There was a sort of mystery in his manner as he conducted us along a gloomy corridor and stopping at the door of a room of a cell, announced that there was a private shrine within fitted for the reception of one or two devotees, who wished to offer up their vows more privately than could be done at the usual public place. I told him that I depended upon him to do exactly what he considered most suitable, and we immediately entered the small room together. It was peculiarly fitted up, at the extreme end of the apartment was a small altar, with an image of St. Marguerite, brilliantly lit up with wax candles. Before this was a large divan furnished with soft cushions and covered with black velvet.
Going upon the instruction of our spiritual adviser I and my attendant knelt down prostrate, with our faces towards the shrine, and began to repeat aves, and credos and prayers especially addressed to St. Marguerite, supposed to be suitable to woman's peculiar requirements. He further informed us that to render our prayers efficacious, the lower part of our persons must be completely exposed, so that if the saint deigned to accept our offerings and returned us a practical answer, there would be no obstacle interposed between our bodies and the heavenly visitation. Innocent as I might be, I fancied I could tell how this worship was likely to terminate; and as for Erminie, she laughed outright as the youth monk kindly turned our petticoats over our heads, and bestowed two or three hearty slaps on her pretty plump posteriors. Then my turn came; he took up my clothes gently so as not to crush them, and then when the desired exposure was effected he covered every inch of the lower part of my person with lustful kisses. He then informed us that he would depart, but that whatever happened to us we were to exhibit no signs of surprise, but were to keep kneeling with our eyes bent on the shrine, repeating our prayers and to gratefully accept any trifling incident that happened to us as a celestial token of approval on the part of the saint. Then he retired.
I was not, I fear, paying so much attention to my prayers as wondering what would happen next. When, by some ingenious contrivance, I suppose, the whole image of the saint appeared to be illuminated, by some ingenious machinery; she was made to bow her head as if an acceptance of our offerings; but to my utmost astonishment, her sweet blue silk robe, all adorned with jewels, the gifts of sundry devotees, slowly raised up and disclosed her beautiful wax work figure, most exquisitely moulded so as to be a facsimile of a fine woman's thighs and secret parts. At the same time a low sweet voice was heard, apparently proceeding from the statue, saying: "Blessed are ye, my daughter, ye shall not be without your reward!" As this was said, I was conscious that there was somebody or something coming into contact with me; but feeling pretty sure who it was likely to be, I was not alarmed, but, as previously directed, held my tongue. Then I felt a warm belly come into contact with my soft buttocks, and the end of an unmistakably fine prick shoved into the mossy orifice of my cunt. It was imagine, of course, but still, though in a different position from that I had been in on the previous day, I thought I recognized the delicious, though cruel thrust of my young confessor's weapon. In, and further in he plunged, till he seemed an immense distance into my body, and his hair tickled my rump-hole, while his hard round balls banged against the lower part of my cunt. I certainly felt that as my maidenhead had only been ravished the previous day, that I should find a little pain from my gentleman's proceedings, but indeed the pain was so very slight that it was hardly worthy of notice. This I attributed to three circumstances firstly, I wanted fucking, and to obtain my desires would gladly overlook a trifling smart; secondly, my adorer, though huge, stiff and hot with lust, had still so much love for me as to enter gently into my cunt, and not rush madly into me as a bull into a young heifer; thirdly and lastly, I thought then and recent experience has confirmed my opinion, that a woman in a crouching position is pierced and fucked with greater ease than in any other posture. Of course, there are other attitudes in which a woman may have as much or even more pleasure, but in the case of a big prick and a maiden-head, or a young tender cunt, I consider the kneeling position the safest and easiest.
On this occasion I gave my loving friend a better return than the blood with which I had stained his prick on the preceding day, and for the first time in my life, except when excited by lascivious dreams, I emitted a copious evacuation of my warm generating fluid. As I did so it was met with a tremendous injection on the part of my male friend, until my crimson-lipped receptacle was so deluged with warm cream that his prick could have swum in it. Of course, the velvet altar on which my sacrifice was offered up, was not much improved by the performance, being both stained and stiffened by the overflow of the rich glutinous matter. When we had arrived at this state of felicity, my violator gently turned me over on my back and pressing his lips to mine murmured:
"My adored Henriette!"
"Oh, is it you, dearest Eustace?" I replied, knowing very well all the time that it could be no one else.
At this moment I heard a loud "Oh!" from Erminie, which, being against the rule, caused me to turn around in some surprise, and then I found that she too was getting the benefit of a monk's lordly tool, but she was being treated much more unceremoniously than her mistress, for a fine looking, middle-aged monk, who I took to be Father Phillippe, was ramming his big cock into her without mercy, as I could see from the way in which her rump and body in general yielded to his lungeous trusts; at one time I thought his weight would force her belly flat down on the cushions and so perhaps it would, had it not been that one of his strong arms was passed under her to give her partial support. I have no doubt that it was all very nice, and that she appreciated a little violence on the part of her admirer; but I must say that I much preferred the tender and affectionate, though at the same time very forcible way in which I had just been fucked by Father Eustace.
No sooner had the Sacristan finished, than he rose and somewhat hastily left the room, and Erminie was about to change her position for a little relief, when Eustace laughingly prevented her, saying, "No, no, my pretty soubrette, you are not going to get off so easily. We don't get such pretty devotees in St. Marguerite's sanctuary every day; a young lady like your mistress is, of course, entitled to some respect, but you will get fucked, and perhaps buggered, enough to last you for a week at least. Ah, here comes an old friend of yours, Father Ambrose. Welcome, Brother Ambrose! If it were not that I am so supremely blessed in the love and the charms of this young lady who is reposing in my arms I should almost envy you her waiting maid. Hasn't she a great fat ass?"
"Yes, indeed," replied her friend. "And round plump thighs and her fine long legs with their scarlet stockings offer a pretty contrast to her creamy skin."
In this way these two licentious monks discussed my pretty Erminie's charms, much in which jockeys would notice the points of a fine horse.
At length Ambrose asked in an indifferent tone, "Did you notice, Eustace, which hole Phillippe got into?"
"Oh, yes," responded my friend, "he got into her cunt, and very roughly too; I am sure you'll find it no smaller since his proceedings."
"Ah, so I see," said the other stooping down and examining her orifice. "Phillippe is always very violent, I wonder if he thinks no one can fuck a girl but himself, but however there is the other hole left for me."
So saying, he proceeded hastily to moisten the girl's smaller orifice with spunk and saliva, and then, kneeling down, applied the end of his machine to the modest-looking spot. Now, if my husband had two days previously tried to serve me in the same way, it was such a total failure with even his paltry tool, that I imagined that Father Ambrose, with his well grown even supposing it to be larger than mine, would be a sheer impossibility. And I whispered my opinion to Eustace, who laughed at the idea, and said there were certainly some young girls whose formation was so small that it would be cruelty to attempt anything to them in the rump line, but that my pretty attendant was not one of that sort, and he was extremely mistaken if Father Ambrose did not investigate every orifice in her tempting body, mouth and all.
"Perhaps you have yourself, sir," I suggested.
"Ah ha," replied he, "I see that Erminie has been telling tales out of school; but you know, adored Henriette, if pretty young women will come to Abbeys to visit the great monks in their cells, they cannot expect to get away without paying their footing."
"Pretty footing, indeed," laughed I but now our attention began to be absorbed by Father Ambrose's proceedings. He effected his entrance very gradually, not making successive lunges, but gave one long gradual shove, increasing in strength as he got further into his heaven of delight. It was a very pretty sight, I assure you, and one that roused the animal passions of both my partner and myself; he whispered in my ears:
"Do you think, love, that you could find room for me in that style?"
"Oh, no, I pray you will not," I answered, "for Heaven's sake, consider my youth and tenderness."
"I will, my beautiful pet," he replied, "I would not hurt you for the world."
I was so pleased to hear him make this declaration, and by the warm way in which he did it, that I gave him a grateful kiss. This he was not slow in returning and somehow or other our bodies seemed disposed to become connected together as well as our mouths, only on this occasion I was laying on my back I gladly allowed him to draw up my clothes, and I showed how familiar I was becoming with his dread instrument, by taking it into my hand half admiringly, half timidly. He seemed pleased by my doing so, and displayed it to the best advantage. However, he could not spare more time for admiration of our mutual charms, but stretched out still further my already well-opened thighs, he got in between, and thrust his prick well into me at the very first push. This is easily accounted for by the fact of my having had no opportunity to sponge myself, so that I was still open and juicy from his last attack. On this occasion I felt a strange transport, which induced me to lift my legs up and heave my bottom to meet his shoves half-way, and when our moment of mutual bliss arrived, and we dissolved away in each others embraces, I felt a dreamy sort of satisfaction which I thought even then was strange, but which I now am aware was very ominous. Indeed, Eustace, seemed to think that there was something suspicious in the peculiarly tender way in which I received his caresses; for he whispered to me, that in the event of anything taking place in nine months from that time, it would be as well to be on the safe side; and that I had better induce Monsieur de Ermonville to roger me and let him imagine that he had got me with child. Now after my experience of a handsome young man's vigorous and beautiful cock, I hated the idea of Monsieur, his feebleness, and his beastly pawings and pulling about, ending in nothing but disappointment. But Eustace comforted me by saying that to enjoy stolen sweets in comfort, we must make a small sacrifice to prudence; and that I might have Erminie present both to stimulate my husband's sensual vigor by a good birch if requisite and to prevent any bestial exhibit on his part which might result in an exhibition of loathing on my part; which he begged of me by all means to avoid if possible.
"Because, my sweet Henriette," said he, "the conceit of these old beaux is so tremendous, that if he perceives you to take a dislike to his person he will consider, not that his body or his feebleness is to blame, but that you have seen some younger man whom you like better. And then if he in a fit of suspicion or jealousy, were to send you off to his chateau in the country, and set spies over you, farewell to the gaieties of Paris, and the opportunities of meeting your devoted lover, my unworthy self, to say nothing of the chance of your having a swelled belly in the course of a few months, my beautiful Henriette; and then if your husband looked coldly on you, the world would be only too ready to pronounce sentence of condemnation not that you had yielded your charms to another man than your husband, but that you exhibited the consequences of having done so. The first amusement is common enough among the Parisian ladies, and is highly approved of, but the results are avoided. So try and encourage your spouse for both our sakes never fear his rubbishing old machine! I will see you in a day or two and take the taste out of your mouth, or rather I should say your cunt."
With this understanding we parted, bidding each other a most affectionate adieu. By this time Erminie had had as much prick as was good for her, or rather as much as Father Ambrose had time or inclination to give her, so she rendered me assistance in repairing the disordered appearance of my apparel and we proceeded home. I told Erminie, on our homeward ride, what Eustace had recommended with reference to Monsieur de Ermonville, on which she nodded her head sagely and said he was quite right, and that if I would go into my dressing room to change my dress, she would set my husband on so that he would seek me there, and then, Madame, what between your charms and my birch rod, the devil in it, if we don't stiffen the dear old gentleman's prick. Besides, Madame, is now open and ready, and Monsieur will not require to exhibit sufficient force for taking a maidenhead.
I acquiesced in this proposal, and went to my room for the purpose of unrobing myself; of the lies Erminie told my husband I know not; most probably she excited his passions by descriptions of my appearance, which she had so many opportunities of seeing, and very likely flattered his vanity by repeating fictitious remarks supposed to have been made by me relating to his good qualities mental and physical. Whatever she said produced the effect of bringing him into my room in a high state of exhilaration: he was followed by Erminie, whom I noticed carried a rod half concealed under her apron.
His first proceeding was to kiss me amorously, to remark how lovely I was looking, and how he had missed me during my absence. With this he began to feel me in an indelicate manner. While Erminie remarked sarcastically that she believed Monsieur had indeed wanted Madame, for that in our absence he had been constrained to see if Flabelle could be made use of for any good purpose, at least she presumed so from finding Monsieur on his knees and up the soubrette's petticoats.
"Very tidy thighs and cunt I have no doubt, my Lord," she continued, "but no equal to Madame's for all that."
"Stop your badinage, Erminie," exclaimed my husband, "and assist your mistress to take her robes off."
"I shall further any laudable object with pleasure, sir," she replied, stripping my silken robes off at once, and exhibiting me in an embroidered petticoat.
"In what position would Monsieur like his beautiful lady to exhibit herself?" inquired the hand-maiden.
"Permit me to recommend the kneeling posture, it is easier for Madame, and if Monsieur would require any stimulating I can use my humble endeavors upon him with greater facility when in that position."
"I think," responded my honored husband, "that I shall be able to roger Madame in any posture, and that without any stimulating proceedings on your part, Madame Pert, but I am never tired of admiring her lovely milk white bottom, so let it be even as you suggest. Allow me to assist you upon the sofa, my own dear wife."
I partially accepted his assistance for form's sake, but did not lose much time in getting into the desired posture, for I wanted to have the farce over as soon as possible. I soon felt the end of his cock against the lips of my cunt, not with the regular forcible, increasingly heavy pressure with which Eustace forced the gates open two hours previously; but pretty well for my ancient spouse. He really very nearly got into me, and I spread the cheeks of my rump open as wide as possible, so as to give him every chance, but still he did not seem to make much progress, when I heard a swishing sound, followed by, "Ah!" from the victim, this was followed by another cut, and another, and another, but instead of my husband calling out for mercy, or as might have been expected, turning round and confronting his assailant, or sending her out of the room; he held his tongue and redoubled his energies. I was quite astonished at the good effect flagellation had produced upon his enfeebled energies he actually fucked me pretty well and though his own emission was very scanty, and he produced none at all from me, yet I wriggled my rump about as if I were deriving the most exquisite pleasure from his performance; and heaved myself up to meet the heavier thrusts with which he concluded his business in the most natural style. Anything to get the conclusion through, for nothing would serve him then but thrusting one of his fingers up my tiny bottom-hole. I could not help saying, "Oh!" and Erminie, who it appeared had regularly constituted herself mistress of the revels, interposed, saying, authoritatively, that he might amuse himself that way with Flabelle, if he liked, but that her young mistress was too tender and delicate for such rough usage.
"Besides, Monsieur," she remonstrated, "it is a beastly idea!"
I could not help smiling to myself at the gravity with which she said this, recollecting as I did Ambrose's little games with her at the Sanctuary of St. Marguerite's not two hours ago. However, her remonstrances had one good effect; it put an entire stop to proceedings.
My Lord was proud and happy: he had managed to effect a good fuck, and had enjoyed himself thoroughly. Moreover, he flattered himself that he had made me enjoy myself. All these reflections tended to put him into an extraordinary good humor; and Erminie, whom he was going to be very angry with for flogging him, met with commendation instead of rebuke. He acknowledged that she had probably done him good, and that she was right enough about my bottom hole that it would be a pity to spoil it, especially when he could derive such exquisite pleasure from my cunt, viewing my rump at the same time. As a solid proof of his content, he slid a doucer into her hand.
"Thank you, Monsieur," said she. "I will go and beg a flask of champagne from the butler, and Flabelle and I will drink the health of the young heir that is to be." So saying, she dropped a curtsey and departed laughing.
"Well," said my mother. "I have come to the end of my adventures; and I have only to say that Monsieur, believes that young scapegrace there (pointing to me), to be his son, and with that understanding we have lived a tolerably friendly and pleasant life. Whether I ever saw my Confessor, Father Eustace again, he knows as well as I can tell you, and, perhaps you can form your own opinion."
CHAPTER XV
In the conclusion of her story, the fair narrator received our hearty thanks, the Lady Abbess, however, with a sly glance at Father Eustace, remarked that she did not think her sister had been very deeply initiated into the mysteries of St. Marguerite's shrine on which the lady turned an inquiring glance towards her confessor, as if to demand of him why she had not been shown everything there was to see.
"The fact of the case is, my dearest Henriette," said the monk, "that on that memorable day when the shrine was deeply blest by your presence, there was nothing well worth looking at going on only two or three married ladies, who did not get well enough fucked at home, were wriggling their rumps about under the lusty shoves of some of our holy brotherhood that was the reason why the great Sacristan Phillippe made such an abrupt retreat from the plump bottom of your pretty soubrette; he was at that time engaged in doing his best to a married lady of high rank, whose name I need not mention; she indeed had great cause of complaint, her husband had married her for the sake of her money and neglected her shamefully, not through any dislike to her person, but he was so entirely devoted to half a dozen mistresses, chiefly ballet dancers, whom he kept, to say nothing of his making a point of rogering every pretty girl in the house, that he was totally used up as far as fucking his handsome wife was concerned. So of course we gave her enough to last her for a week; she knelt in the same position which you did, beautiful Henriette, and first of all she was fucked by Ambrose then I well it is of no use being mealy-mouthed about the matter, I got into her bottom hole; and then Phillippe rogered her, and she had about a dozen good fucks and buggerings to take home with her. I wonder how her body held all the spunk, I do indeed."
"A nice story, upon my word!" exclaimed Madame. "If I had known, Master Eustace, that your long prick had just come out of another lady's bottom, I don't think it would have found admittance into my cunt."
"Oh yes it would, my love," replied the laughing monk, "you were too anxious for a good rogering to stick at trifles, but really if there had been anything of an extraordinary nature going forward I am not sure that I would have ventured to show it to you: you might have been shocked."
"Nonsense!" exclaimed my mother.
"Oh, but it is not nonsense," was the reply. "I'll appeal to your sister. Don't you recollect Lady Agatha going to the sanctuary in attendance on the Abbess of the convent who was ill of the green sickness or some thing or other, and what happened?"
"I shall never forget it," replied my aunt.
"What was this strange affair, Agatha?" asked my mother.
"Oh," responded the other, "It was only that our Lady Superior was literally unwell for want of a prick, we sucked her, and dildoed her, and bled a turkey's neck, in vain; even her favorite confessor, who could, as a general rule, satisfy all her ordinary requirements in that part, were of no use in this instance. At last, one of them, Father Edouard, a middle-aged monk of great experience, said: "Take her to the Shrine of St. Marguerite's with this note from me: the saint is all powerful in desperate cases of this kind, and the Holy Mother will get such a fucking and make the acquaintance of such a prick as she has never done before."
"And he was right. She selected me for her companion to my great joy; it was a change from the routine of the convent life, and I had some curiosity to see the proceedings that would take place.
"We were received with great respect by the prioress who brought us refreshments; but the Abbess declined, alleging as her reason that she thought she should get her devotions at the shrine fasting; she quite insisted upon her taking some wine and cake, assuring her that it would be absolutely necessary to support her in the penance she would have to undergo. I should have said that the Prioress on reading the note written by Father Edouard, had refolded it and dispatched it somewhere or other by one of the attendant lay sisters.
After we had refreshed ourselves our hostess conducted us through a long winding corridor, to a comfortable but rather big room. It had no aperture but the heavy door through which we had entered, and a side door, and was lighted entirely by lamps. The floor was covered by a thick mat, over which, in some places, felt was laid in addition. There were two or three large, well-cushioned velvet couches; but what attracted my attention most were two strong wooden frames only so tolerably simple, being something in the form of a triangle, furnished with straps and buckles, and having the woodwork in certain situations well padded. This I could very nearly guess the use of; and I was pretty correct in my surmise that it was used for flagellation, fucking or rumping, or perhaps all three. The other was really a complicated piece of machinery, and much stronger. Its use was revealed to me by the way in which it was made applicable to the requirements of my Lady Superior.
With the assistance of the prioress and two attendant monks, she was placed upon a seat about three feet from the floor, very thickly and springily stuffed. This was supported by uprights that had pieces affixed to them at such an angle, that when her legs were pulled apart and raised up, there was a convenient padded resting place for both of them, where they were further secured by a velvet covered strap. Her butt having been purposely placed as near the edge of the seat as it could get with comfort, and her holiness being completely stripped, it followed as a matter of course that her rump, with its two orifices, and the cunt in particular, was actually the most prominent part of her person. Her head and shoulders were placed in a half-reclining posture, and their comfort duly cared for by lots of cushions. She declared herself very comfortable and quite ready.
What next? thought I. The next was that the two monks left the room by the side door, while the Prioress opened the Abbess' cunt still more (I fancied it was opened enough), and rubbed it well with some softening ointment. While she was doing this the side door opened, and the monks re-appeared bringing an assistant with them in the shape of a fine stallion jackass. He was clean, plump, and of a much lighter color than I had hitherto seen, having been, I believe, purposely imported from Jerusalem for religious purposes such as the present. He was evidently used to the little game he was called upon to play, for no sooner was he brought opposite to where the Abbess was perched with her gaping cunt invitingly attracting him, than he gave a snort and a short bray, and attempted to raise himself on his short legs; while his huge cock emerging from its sheath and standing like a bar began to bang against his belly. The attendant monks forthwith adjusted preliminaries; one was to slip a strong cross bar into its place above the Abbess' body, so that there was no danger of her being hurt by its hoofs, over this they passed his legs, by this maneuver his thundering machine was brought within an inch of the lips of her cunt and only required to be guided in. As a preliminary to this, however, they laid a thick coat of some sort of ointment all over his tool up to the very balls, and then, while one held the lady's cunt open as far as it would stretch, the other guided, the animal's tremendous weapon into its receptacle.
Well, thought I, if prick is what her Ladyship requires, she is getting it now, and no mistake; I only hope he will not split her up.
This last remark I muttered audibly, and was answered by one of the monks in attendance, who had kindly passed his hands up my petticoats and was feeling my posteriors, by way of strengthening my nerves, I suppose, to support the trying scene presented to me.
"Fear not, beautiful daughter," said he, giving me two or three lascivious kisses, "the Holy Mother's cunt is very elastic; and I'll warrant it to bear the thickness if she can only find room for the length," added he giving my bottom hole a most searching grope. "He must be nearly up to her throat."
"I must confess, Holy Father," said I, "I am not without fear of his splitting her; just see how her butt is strained! Why her rump is as open as many-a girl's rump is!"
To this he made no verbal response, but began unhooking the back of my gown; that was speedily on the floor; my outer petticoat followed and I believe that I should have been stripped to the skin, only my admirer (or rather I should say admirers, for they both proposed violating my person at the same time), could not wait any longer. Just as the younger one, whose name I discovered was Father Stephen, was dragging me across the room to where the triangle machine stood, with his arm round my waist and his hand between my thighs; we heard a clatter and looking round perceived that Master Donkey had finished his job for the time being, and had descended from his elevation, his huge tool partially stiff, and dripping with the remains of the injection which he had pumped into the Abbess' insides; or womb as I suppose the place or proper receptacle for such evacuations, but where this went to is more than I can tell, but her ladyship, who lay back with her cunt beautifully stretched and dripping cream, neither knew nor cared. The monks, who by this time were busy about my toilet (which means they were tucking my clothes up to my waist, and tying them there with a cord taken from one of their frocks), requested the Prioress to remove the ass; for it appeared that the sensible animal had been so accustomed to fucking handsome women that he cared nothing about his own species, but that his cock stood regularly at the sight of a bare bottom, belly or thighs! And that he even regarded the lifting of a petticoat with an interest that was all but human. Therefore my sanctimonious companions feared that when he saw a lovely girl stripped, he might be wanting to have a share in the little game.
With reference to the wooden framework by which I was then standing I took it for granted that I should be doing right in leaning towards it, and, taking hold of the crossbar for support, placed myself with my posteriors outwards, much as if I were to undergo a whipping. And then I calculated upon being violated by my attendant gentlemen in turns. But I never was more mistaken in my life. For it seemed that they wished me to lean with my back against the framework, and told me when so placed to stretch my legs to each of the two separated posts. One of them indeed proposed to strap me there; but the other said he was sure there was no need, that I would be a good girl and keep my legs well astride and give them no trouble. With that he (Father Stephen), went behind me, and while his holy brother opened my front orifice he was doing the same kind office behind.
As I had been double fucked this way before, I was more pleased than alarmed, partly as the exploits of my Lady Superior with her four footed paramour had raised my lasciviousness not a little. So I did my best to please both my friends, working my rump back-Wards and forwards and wriggling as well as my position would allow. Of course, when my rear lover deluged my posterior orifice I could not reciprocate the compliment; but with my friend in front I could and spunked all over his cock.
I need not tell my Reverend Friend Eustace here how these two licentious brethren reveled in my charms, and enjoyed themselves; comparing notes together as to my merits and certain parts of my person, and conducting themselves generally more like satyrs than saintly inhabitants of a cloister. The Reverend Father knows how these affairs are generally conducted. Here she looked knowingly at Father Eustace, and I recollecting the story she had told me about her double fucking shortly after entering the convent, in which proceeding Father Eustace was a participant, I could not help laughing.
"But, dear Henriette," she continued, addressing her sister, "you, who have been tolerably well fucked, I dare say, and enjoyed it thoroughly, have no idea of the fullness of delight which a strong, loving, lustful woman experiences at receiving the vigorous tribute of a man in both her orifices simultaneously. It really is most delicious; to say nothing of the mental pride of satisfying and causing transporting pleasure to a couple of fine handsome men at the same time; and receiving their united compliments and thanks, as you have just received their united balls, and their all but united pricks (for they nearly touch each other), and their mingled spunk. But you set up for a prude, I suppose, and let no one but Eustace touch you, and only let him do anything irregular in the way of your rump, when you are chivalrously inclined to save a girl from the infliction of his big prick, as in the case of Adele this afternoon."
"Hold your nonsensical tongue," exclaimed my mother, laughing. "I am neither an Abbess or a Nun, and so can't be expected to be so licentious as you and your young ladies here, but seriously speaking, I must say I have a great curiosity to see a girl or a woman rogered by an animal of some kind, if without danger or inconvenience to herself, for the idea of that would take away all my pleasure."
"Well, sister," replied the Abbess, "we may possibly gratify you in a small degree; asses we have none on the premises; but we have a fine he-goat, which though rather disagreeable from his rank odor, is far from being despicable in his performances, and takes to his work as naturally as any Christian or Turk either for that matter, no doubt."
"By all means let us have the goat in," exclaimed Father Eustace, "but whom will you select for his victim not Emilie, I beg to remark."
"Oh, Ah! Reverend Sir, that's the state of the case is it?" replied Lady Agatha, "and I suppose if I were to suggest Agnes or Louise, this youngster here would make an objection, but whether or no I think those young ladies had better have a holiday for the present; but I am really uncertain who had better be exhibited. It must be a pretty girl, or at any rate, a tolerably handsome woman, or you gentlemen will not appreciate the ceremony."
"Why not have in your usual bed-fellow, Agatha," said my mother. "By all accounts she had only a single fucking for ever such a long time, except what she gets from you, and if the performance exhausts her powers I am going to sleep with you tonight, and will do my best to supply her place, that is if you should happen to require anything of the sort."
The Abbess assented to this proposition, remarking that Adele was a willing, good-tempered girl and would do anything that she was told to do to contribute to our gratification. "And she is quite handsome enough," continued my aunt, "to make the sight of her being violated by a goat quite a very exciting one."
To this we cordially agreed: accordingly she rang a silver hand bell, and desired the lay sister who attended the summons to bring Adele to her presence. That young lady speedily made her appearance, looking quite pleased and excited, knowing very well that she would not have been sent for unless there was fun of some sort going forward. On receiving some whispered instructions from her superior, she cheerfully-nodded assent and tripped away smiling. She speedily returned, leading a fine young he goat, who appeared to be quite aware of the treat in store for him as he kept tossing her buttocks up with his nose, apparently anxious to investigate the scents to be found underneath, and attracted doubtless by the subtle perfume which is exhaled by even the sweetest and cleanest women. Then the Lady Abbess requested Adele to strip herself entirely while I took the office of holding the goat and Father Eustace lubricated his stiffened member with sweet oil strongly perfumed. My mother performed the same kind office for Adele's private parts, while her sister piled up two or three cushions for her to kneel on.
"You see, Auguste," said she, "that if a jackass were going to be the operator we should require to do something more than merely to place the lady in a kneeling posture; there would be the bother of a frame to support his weight, or straps, or slings, or something; but the weight of a goat is comparatively speaking, nothing; and any girl can support him."
"True enough," I replied, "but he is getting into such a state, that he requires a great amount of strength to hold him."
By this time the reader may guess that Adele was down on all fours in the most voluptuous position, the cushions on which she was kneeling raising her rump to just the required height; and so master goat appeared to think; for he rushed towards the white-rumped girl and leaped upon her, I doing all I could to mitigate the force of his charge and prevent his actually hurting her. Of this, however, there was not much fear; he exhibited great fury and animal vigor, but in my humble opinion his machine needed both the weight and length which were requisite to make the display a very exciting one. This remark I made in an undertone to Father Eustace, who replied promptly.
"You are perfectly right, my son, and we will make an alteration: this will be a capital opportunity to have the maiden-head of her rump-hole, or the tightness which serves as such done away; and if you will exert your strength and draw the rampant brute out of her, I will change his sphere of action by guiding his weapon into the adjacent hole."
No sooner said than done; and in spite of Adele's objections, she saying that she was just beginning to enjoy herself; and my mother's protestations that it was a shame to deprive the girl of her share of the pleasure, we carried our idea into effect, and slipped the animal's well-greased cock into her bottom hole. There he at any rate seemed to enjoy himself fully; he was a tight fit, but not too tight; merely sraining her parts so as to make an extraordinary display of them; and presently accomplished his object and saturated her butt most thoroughly. All the three ladies joining their voices to scold the monk and me for the trick we had served her, Father Eustace remarking that it was quite evident from the pleasure the girl was beginning to feel that if the animal's spunk had been met by a similar discharge on the part of the young lady, there would have been considerable risk of some half-human kids being the result.
"Moreover," said he, "I have always understood that goat's milk was good for young ladies, and highly recommended by the doctors."
"True enough," laughed the Abbess, "but I never heard of the goat's milk being prescribed, or of its being taken in the form of a clyster. However, you wicked wretch, I expect you wished Adele's rump to be opened, so that the next time when your carnal propensities induce you to violate her, the orifice will be found capable of admitting your great lumbering tool that you are so proud of."
"Upon my word, Lady Agatha," replied he, "I do believe you are jealous because I have not fucked you for such a long time pray do you want any now?"
"Go along with your nonsense," replied the lady. "I dare say Emilie will be quite ready to take all you are able to give her, your capacities ought to be brought within reasonable bounds by this time."
"I know," said Adele, "that Emilie is in very high spirits, for just now when I was bringing the goat in the Southern cloister, she asked me what I was going to do with him; and when I told her, she lifted up her petticoats and displayed her belly, cunt and thighs, to see, as she said, if the sight would raise the animal's tool."
"But I dragged him away, as there was no time for any such nonsense."
"You did quite right, my sweet daughter, as you always do," said the Abbess, kissing her fondly and gazing with the lust of a tribade on her protege's plump naked shape. "My dear Sister, Henriette sleeps in my bed tonight, but you shall be accommodated on the sofa, so as to be ready should either of us happen to want you. And now," said she, pinching the fat cheeks of her rump, "put your clothes on, or else one of those licentious gentlemen will be getting a cock stand, and there has been quite fucking enough for one day, I'm sure. Go along, dear Auguste, Father Eustace will show you your bedroom. Henriette and Adele, pray come this way with me!"
And so, not without sundry huggings, kissings and still warmer caresses, we parted for the night. As the monk and I walked down the corridor he remarked that he was convinced if my passions were roused, she would be quite capable of stimulating me, or meeting me half way.
"As for Emilie," he said, "I have given her a dose of that stimulating tonic, and I expect to find her perfectly ready to appreciate my powers: I think I shall enjoy her very much. By St. Anthony and all his temptations, my cock stands at the very thought of getting between those creamy posteriors of hers. I'll cream them!" As he said this, he took out his great standing prick, and contemplated its proportions with satisfaction. By this time, we had arrived at the door of Emilie's room, which was opened by the lovely girl herself; she looked sparkling with beauty though only arrayed in virgin white that is to say, if having on a pair of white silk stockings and a muslin chemise can be called being "arrayed."
I went on my way to the chamber indicated as mine, pondering as I went as to what sort of a girl, or rather woman, I was likely to find in Helene. I thought over all the delights I had experienced since entering the convent; my kind and affectionate but sensual and lascivious aunt, with spunk and animal powers enough to satisfy half a dozen men; the loving Emilie so delicious and enjoyable in every part. I hoped the monk would not split her with that unwieldy weapon of his then Louise, and the sacrifice of her tender maiden-head, sweet innocent little thing I hoped she was getting over her pain-and then the lovely and sanctimonious Agatha, fucked under false pretenses-it struck me that buggering her, just because I had made her cunt too sore to stand any more fucking, was a peculiarly pretty idea; and I mentally determined to investigate the state of both her holes next day.
And then Adele with her plump posteriors, so inviting, and her bony scarlet legs, I quite envied that goat his duty. What sort of a contrast would Helene' make to these, I wondered. By this time I had arrived at a certain door: I knocked, and a sweet low voice bade me enter. I went in and found a tall, elegant woman of I should say eight and twenty years, sitting by the bedside, reading a book. She rose immediately, saying, "Welcome, Mademoiselle, or rather, as I have been informed to your secret, I should say Monsieur. I am very happy to see you, and shall hold myself at your disposal in any way you think proper."
Here her fine, pure face tinged with blushes, and she continued, "I would have changed my dress, not only in compliment to your visit, but in order to make myself more attractive, but Father Eustace suggested that for some inexplicable reason you would prefer me in this sombre and very nearly strict conventional garb."
I clasped her in my arms and kissed her warmly, and told her that she would be most entrancing in any shape or dress, and that the convent garb or any dark clothing was extremely becoming to tall women; besides I said that I quite agreed with Father Eustace, who was a man of great taste, that long black silk stockings were extremely elegant, and formed an attractive contrast to white thighs.
At this she laughed, and I proceeded to raise her clothing to verify the hint I had received from my mother's story about the three, and the specialties of the lady's dress and person.
It was all true enough long, I should say, remarkably long legs, very elegant person, and a well-formed and (under the circumstances), very tight cunt, veiled with long silky raven hair. I kissed the sweet spot over and over again, before I raised myself, when I did so, she remarked, "I am glad it pleases you Mademoiselle Augustine," (this was said in a bantering tone) "of course there is no harm in one young lady looking up the petticoats of another! Come, let me see what you have got to show."
"Certainly, sweet Helene," I replied, promptly lifting up as I said so the elegant silk robes I was in the habit of wearing, and there stood in all his glory Mon-seigneur Priapus apparently not a bit worse for the amatory conflicts in the course of the last twenty-four hours. That there was a difference in him-though not to outward appearance I was conscious: indeed, it was sufficiently proved in the present instance; for if on the previous day any handsome woman had done to my cock what Helene was doing, that is to say, gently rubbing it up and down, and occasionally sucking the end, I should have spunked in her face in about a minute and a half. Even as it was, I thought I had better reserve my fire, so I hinted to her that she had better undress herself and assist me also to strip, as I was still very awkward at unfastening my robes and petticoats.
As she did so she whispered, "Do you wish me to be your bed-fellow, dearest Auguste?"
"Of course, my dear Helene," replied I, surprised at such a question, "for what other purpose do you suppose I came here?"
"Because," she continued, "Father Eustace informed me that you had a little overworked yourself among our convent beauty, and that a night of perfect repose would be conducive to your health. So if you like (though I must say you do not look overworked), I will put on a dressing wrapper, and sit by your bed side and watch your slumbers."
The simplicity and kindness displayed in this little speech quite charmed me.
"No, no, Helene," I said, "I cannot think of permitting you to do such a thing even if I were worn out, as you seem to be afraid, but I hope to show you differently within five minutes. But if you particularly want to watch over me, I'll tell you how to do it. You can get astride of me, and settle your posteriors down until my cock pierces your mossy cunt; then you can work yourself up and down to me by upward heaves, and with your lovely face close to me, you can watch over me, and when you see by expression of countenance that the spunk is coming, you can time your own moment of transport accordingly. That is the only mode of 'watching over me,' that I shall let you perform. Will it suit your ideas?"
Her answer to this was to glue her lips to mine as we stood close together, assisting each other to undress; and, as being both nearly stripped, our private parts were easy of access, I passed my finger into her cunt. This she reciprocated by catching hold of my prick and guiding it where my hand was, and seemed to urge the propriety of making it a substitute for my finger. When I found that she was really in earnest, I hastened to accommodate myself to her ideas, and catching hold of her round the waist, I yielded my fiery member to her guidance, and plunged into her delicious person. She, being entirely unsupported, except by her own long legs and my arm around her, staggered under the violence of my shoves; but this was remedied by my pressing her backwards against the bed, upon which she leaned comfortably and improved our mutual position by opening her thighs. Moreover I managed to take hold of one of her fine legs, which I considered a still further improvement. What further improvements we might have discovered between us is impossible for me to tell, but we had no more time for any elaborate inventions, for the lovely nun, dragging my face down to hers, covered my mouth with warm kisses, and began to wriggle and heave her buttocks in the most springy and excited manner conceivable. In another moment we were both enjoying the ecstatic crisis, all our energies being reduced to kisses, sighs, murmurings of mutual satisfaction and spunk. This, having taken the fiery edge off our sensual ardor, we next proceeded to complete our preparations for bed, like a couple of rational beings.
Helene began to rally me upon my impetuous performance, saying that if I charged into her in that fiery style at the close of the day, what might I have been able to do twenty hours before. And, oh! Au-guste! Those innocent girls too! How could you have the heart to break through the tender maidenhead of the dear little, innocent girl like Louise? Poor child! Did she bleed very much, or did she scream at all? And the virtuous and saintly Agnes too pray did you prefer her cunt or her bottom hole? for I know you have been into both orifices. You need not attempt to deny it. There is one blessing for me, both Agnes and Louise will be too sore to be fucked tomorrow. Emilie will be little better, if indeed she is not much worse; for though girls can get through the ordeal of Father Eustace's cock in the style that she is catching it tonight, and escape without severe fa-igue, straining and soreness. And so, sir, unless your aunt interferes, you will have to Adele, or your humble servant; and as for her, I heard the monk say something about being disappointed in her in some particular, and being determined to have what he wanted out of her person on the first opportunity. So there'll be a good chance for poor me."
"Of course, there will," said I returning her banter, "unless you happen to take a morning walk in the garden, and meet either Father Eustace, or some other handsome monk, and he, by way of preparing you for the duties of the day, props you up against a tree, drags up your petticoats, and "
"Hold your tongue, sir!" she said playfully, clapping her hand over my mouth, "you know nothing about it. What your handsome mama witnessed in the garden was only part of my duty to my Father Confessor, strictly duty, you understand?"
"Oh! Of course, I understand," said I, "and this I suppose," hugging her, "is love!"
"Certainly," she replied, smiling and kissing me.
We were now comfortably in bed and before going to sleep, I recalled what Father Eustace had said about Helene's seducer being unknown; and prompted moreover by my own curiosity, I asked her to tell me of her early experiences of sensual pleasure, in as cool and easy a tone as I could adopt, for fear of rousing painful recollections. As it was, I could see that she winced a little; but I gave her a reassuring kiss, and promising that she had very little to relate that was amusing, but that I might be interested in her story, she began her narrative.
CHAPTER XVI
The first time then, said Helene, that anything real serious ever took place regarding my virginity, occurred when I was on a visit to my aunt at her Chateau in the country. Eugene not only professed great admiration for me, but carried it to what I considered very improper lengths, kissing me whenever he met me, shoving his hand up my petticoats when I happened to be going up stairs before him; in all of which abominations he was aided and abetted by my brother; who ought to have protected me but who on the contrary seemed to think it good fun. So I was obliged to be on my guard.
One morning my cousin Eugene, who professed great admiration for me, addressing me during breakfast, said with studied politeness: "Dear cousin, would you have a walk in the hay fields today, all the hay-makers are at work and it is a very pretty sight."
I assented, but very coolly; nattering myself that my distance of manner might inspire him and my brother with proper respect. Respect indeed! I might as well expect a young bull with his pizzle out of his sheath to respect a young heifer brought to him for the purpose of being mounted. All the while my aunt urged upon me the fineness of the day and the propriety of my taking a walk to see the hay-making in company with my brother and cousin, those interesting youths were licking their lips secretly in anticipation of the liberties they proposed to take with my undefiled charms.
We started on our walk and speedily arrived at the hay field; there I thought the presence of their young master would have been the signal for increased diligence on the part of those at work there. But no; on contrary, the pretty peasant girls showed their healthy faces, embrowned with exercise and the sun, and smiled at him as he passed, or stopped their work to exchange a little badinage with their young Seignieur; which I considered would have been unwarrantable but for the fact which I deduced from a conversation which I had overheard from behind a curtain, namely that my young gentleman had already fucked the greater part of them all the best looking of them I had no doubt. And with the male peasants it was little better. He addressed one of them thus, "Ah, ha! Master Jean, what is this story I hear of you and Florette in the hay loft?"
The young fellow addressed grinned from ear to ear as he replied, "Well, I don't know how Monsieur came to hear about it, but the fact is somehow or other, Florette and I found ourselves among the hay together in the loft and she looked so very enticing that I could not help fucking her a little."
"Don't believe him, Monsieur!" said a very pretty girl, who had been plying her rake most industriously during the conversation. "How dare you, Jean, tell such a shocking falsehood to Monsieur, and before Mademoiselle, too?"
"It is all true enough," coolly replied Jean. "I did fuck you, and fucked you well too, and it was very nice."
Here the girl was going to break out into an ebullition of great wrath, but my cousin waving his hand with magisterial dignity, remarking that there was a great discrepancy in the different statements and that it was desirable to arrive at the truth. Then, turning to Jean, he said, "Was she a maid? I have not fucked her, but that is no reason why she should not have been rogered by somebody else."
"I think she was, my Lord," replied the young haymaker. At any rate she was very tight, and screamed a little as I was driving into her, and she said I made her very sore."
"Oh, then," exclaimed Eugene, "we can arrive at the truth at once. Florette, lift up your petticoats and let us see what you have got between your thighs."
The girl hesitated and muttered something about being ashamed to do so before Mademoiselle; but by this time a group of hay-makers, both young fellows and girls had gathered around us, foreseeing that there must be some fun wherever their young master was; and one of the latter, noticing Florette's hesitation, officiously raised her clothes and exposed her person, partly to gratify her young master, partly for the fun of the thing, and partly, I think, from the feeling which induces young women who have lost all sense of shame, to bring others down to the same level as themselves. When this exposure was accomplished, and Florette stood before us showing her fine muscular legs and large strong thighs, my cousin stepped forward, (in his character of magistrate, I presume,) and still retaining me on his arm, with the fingers of his right hand proceeded to investigate the state of Florette's cunt. No sooner had he opened the lips than he looked up laughingly into her flushed face, remarking that he feared he must pronounce judgment against her; that there was no doubt that she had a prick into her body that morning or the proceeding day. On which the girl owned that what Jean had stated was true, and that he had got her at a disadvantage in the hay-loft and taken her maiden-head.
"Well, Florette," said Eugene, "Jean ought to marry you, and shall do so if you wish; and as you have confessed, your judgment shall be a light one. Just leave your rake here among the hay, and follow us into the next field, will you? Charles, will you be kind enough to take care of her?"
Having nothing to say to all this, I deemed the wisest plan for me was to say nothing; and, leaning on my cousin's arm, followed him half mechanically while he led the way into a path which led through a large field of standing corn, then beginning to ripen. It did not strike me than that a large corn field, where trespassers are forbidden, is one of the most solitary and secret places in existence. I am quite aware of the fact now. When we had walked together about a couple of hundred yards, we stopped to admire some scarlet poppies growing among the corn; and Eugene proposed to me that we should gather some. I agreed of course, and we, together with Charles and Florette, left the path and went among the corn. As we did so, I noticed that my brother's arm was round the waist of the country girl but this peculiarly was not to be confined to this couple exclusively, for under pretence, I suppose, that I required support among the entanglement of the tall stalks of corn, Eugene passed his arm around my waist, and held me pretty tightly too. So tightly, indeed, that if I had yielded to my first impulses and had tried to run away in shame to avoid seeing what happened, I could not have done so. But, must I confess it, dear Auguste? there was something besides the strength of Eugene's arm that detained me to witness what I am about to describe.
My brother Charles first commenced kissing the nice, fresh looking country girl; she accepted his amorous caresses as a matter of course, and as a decided compliment. And I began to experience a feeling to which I had hitherto been a stranger, something quite indescribable. I felt a want of something, I felt most charitable, and even kindly inclined towards Eugene, knowing perfectly well at the same time how wicked he was, and what improper intentions he had respecting my person. And I was not half so much shocked as I should have been by the proceedings between Master Charles and his pretty peasant girl. I suppose he had seen her belly during the exposure caused by his cousin's magisterial investigation, he now thought that to see her rump would be a little agreeable change; accordingly, at his wish; Florette went down upon her hands and knees, crushing down the standing com without mercy. But both my brother and my cousin seemed to think that the great question for the time being, was that of standing pricks, not standing corn. I regarded the young rogue's proceedings at first with great interest: and, in fact, the charms of the simple country girl which the young rogue displayed were well worth attention. A fine round rump and nicely shaped thighs, neither one or the other being so white as my own I think, or those of such of my friends and school fellows as I happened to have seen accidentally but that could hardly have been expected and then her nice hairy cunt, much larger than my own I think, but that young sinner, my brother, seemed to think that it was everything that was charming, for hastily letting down his breeches, he exposed his cock, erect in a style that I had never seen in my life before. Into her orifice he plunged the stiff, fiery-ended machine, to her great enjoyment I presume, judging by the way in which she wriggled herself about, and heaved her posteriors up to meet his shoves for her. While this was going on, Eugene whispered in my ear:
"Sweet Helene, is it not nice to see them enjoying themselves? What a pretty sight!"
I could say nothing. Then he passed his hand up my clothes between my thighs and began to finger my virgin cunt. But I was still speechless. Then, covering my mouth with kisses, he began to exert a gentle degree of force, not violence (which is a very different thing indeed), which had a tendency to force me backwards; but still with the support of his left arm. I submitted; for the life of me I could not do otherwise; I do not think I could have resisted, or even screamed out for help if I had wished; but I did not wish. As he bore me backwards, I found the temporary support of his left arm, and then I found that he had been making good use of his disengaged right hand in unbuttoning his breeches and freeing his cock from his trammels. I do not know whether I was pleased or not to notice that it was half as large again as my brother's; I do not know in particular what my sensations were; I had an idea that I was going to have something done to me similar in its nature to what Florette was enduring, and that though rather afraid, I should be very reluctant to miss the opportunity. My reflections were brought to a practical turn by my lover's proceedings, who, flinging himself down upon me as I reclined on the ground, pried open my girlish thighs, and inserting his tongue between the lips of my cunt excited it most pleasurably; and finished this programme to the performance by depositing quite a mouthful of saliva over the entrance to the orifice he was about to invade. This, as I had reason to know, was no ceremony or amorous compliment, for it was calculated to save him trouble and me some degree of pain. He called me all the endearing names he could think of, "His love," "his darling."
"His bride," never had man had such a treat, he declared enthusiastically. It was of no avail for me to protest that he hurt me and beg him to withdraw if he loved me. His only reply was, that if I would stretch my thighs a little wider, I should feel no pain or hardly any. I did as he wished as well as I could. Then he took advantage of my improved position, and with one awful shove carried away my maiden-head. I wept, and begged, and prayed, but all in vain; in, right up to the roots, went his greedy instrument. I found a little temporary relief in the warm injection which I fancied then must have come out of his cock. Then he lay in my arms as if exhausted with his face upon mine muttering how grateful he was for the ecstasy I had afforded him. All this flattery was very pleasing to me: and I rewarded him by returning some of his numerous kisses. His last proceeding was to wipe my cunt carefully but gently; a proceeding which stained his cambric handkerchief with blood. This token of my virginity he swore he would keep in memory of this delightful incident. And this, my dear Auguste," concluded Helene, "is the history of my first fucking match, and the loss of my maiden-head."
CHAPTER XVII
When Helene had concluded her short story I asked her if she felt tired, and did not wish to go to sleep. I suppose she knew what I meant by asking such a question, for she readily replied that she did not feel at all tired, and only hoped that she had interested me by her narrative. On this I told her that I was not only interested, but that I was very much pleased and excited, and in order to prove the latter fact, I grasped her delicate hand and advanced it to my tool. "Ah, my dearest Auguste," she exclaimed, "the trifling history of my late adventures has indeed had a miraculous effect upon you! I did not expect you to stiffen for an hour at least, and perhaps not at all until you had had a little sleep; but your beautiful tool is charmingly erect. Well, my person is not the charming banquet that it was ten years ago, but such as it is, you are perfectly welcome to it, in any shape or form you like, how would you imagine me?" At this time I was feeling her private parts, and I told her that her bottom hole felt very nice and tolerably roomy, and asked her if her cousin had ever investigated that in his late play.
"Oh, dear me, yes!" she replied, "the young sinner found an agreeable change in rumping me I suppose, and a fresh impulse given to his sensuality, and more, one evening, when he caught me in his arms in a dark passage, I'm afraid that somebody else found his way into my back entrance!"
"Whom did you suspect the happy man to be?" I asked.
"Well," said Helene, "I won't say. I don't like to mention whom I suspected; and indeed I have never spoken of these circumstances to anyone but you. It happened this way I was proceeding along the dark passage I have mentioned, leading to my bedroom, though I had the. means of striking a light, I did not carry one with me. As I went along, I felt a pair of strong arms thrown around me, and my cousin's voice exclaimed, "My own sweet Helene, my precious treasure!" and he began kissing me.
"Let me go!" I said "I only want to change my shoes before supper, and I will be back again directly." But I suppose my young gentleman went on the principle that "a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush," for he not only held me tight, but proceeded to take up my clothes. He must have unbuttoned his breeches and taken his prick out when he first heard me coming along, for, on putting my hands in that direction to try and prevent him pulling up my petticoats, I felt, to my surprise, his priapus all exposed, and standing proudly in all his native grandeur. Then I knew that any efforts on my part to prevent his consummating his lust would be utterly useless, so I submitted with as good a grace as I could indeed, if time and place had been more suitable, and I had been in a more comfortable position, I should have encouraged his embraces! As it was I made the best of the matter, and as he desired, gathered my clothes up round my waist, backing as I did against the wall for support. But as I did so, instead of coming against the hard, cold wall, I came in contact with something soft and warm. It certainly was more comfortable for my tender bottom, but it was sufficiently startling to find a man's belly and a hot stiff prick, where I had expected to find nothing but an insensate wall. So surprising was it that I raised a faint scream; but Eugene stopped my mouth by kissing me, and told me not to be afraid. I might have asked him who his accomplice was, for it was quite evident that it was a premeditated deed, but I began to have quite enough to do to attend to my own little matters. In the first place, my cousin lost no time in entering upon his own sphere of duty: and being considerably taller than I was, nearly lifted me off my legs, as he forced his passage into my body.
"And pray, Helene," said I, interrupting her, "what was your other friend doing all this time? Did he propose to make a joint partnership of it, or wait his turn until your cunt had been well lubricated by his friend?"
"Indeed, my dear Auguste, he had no notion of waiting: he began to perform the same tune in the orifice of my soft white bottom, that his friend was executing in front, so that between them I might have been said to have been standing on the tip toe of expectation. And it was an expectation very soon realized Eugene began to cover me with kisses and load me with the most extravagant encomiums: which, combined with his heavy thrusts, warned me of what I had to expect momentarily: during this time the youth behind, following the manner of the philosopher Socrates, wisely held his tongue. Still at the same time his pushes were wonderfully energetic, and I thanked my stars that he had a smaller prick than Eugene, for on a former occasion, when the Lord of the Manor had graciously condescended to bugger his loving cousin (as he pleased to call me), I found his machine very large, and experienced a good deal of straining and a slight sense of pain. The size of my rear-guard's cock reminded me of a tail I had occasionally seen before, and this combined with other slight incidents, led me to a pretty strong conclusion as to who my silent and nameless friend was likely to be, but such an idea would by some people be considered outrageous, perhaps incestuous, and I preferred not to think about the matter at all.
Without mentioning names, you can guess, my dearest Auguste, to whom my imagine pointed. He no doubt defended the proceeding in his own mind by the reflection that as he had not actually fucked me, according to the strict meaning of the word, therefore there could be no incest. I had a great deal of pleasure and satisfaction from Eugene, and an agreeable pleasure and titillation from his friend, and as to their enjoyment, I'll leave you to guess from a remark made by my aunt next morning during breakfast.
"I wish Eugene," said she, "that you would not spit in the corridor leading to the bedrooms."
"Spit, my dear mother!" replied the astonished Eugene. "Yes, spit!" she reiterated, "either you or Charles it must be on the floor of the corridor leading to my bedroom, close to the right along the wall
as I was going to bed last night my foot actually slipped in it, so it could not have been water!"
"Ahem, hem," coughed the culprit, to hide his confusion. "I'll take care and be more careful another time, dear mother."
It was well that Eugene pleaded guilty in this way, as if he had persisted in his denial, there is no saying what his sagacious mother might not have found out. As it was, her discovery seemed to indicate that neither I nor my young ravishers were "dried up sticks!"
I was even more excited by this short narrative of Helene's than by her first narrative; and clasping her in my arms, turned her over in bed, so that she lay nearly flat on her face; then pulling her thighs open, I availed myself of the bright candle light in the apartment to contemplate my graceful companion from this new point of observation. To all my manipulations and investigations, though some of my fingerings were so rough; but my strong impression was then, and has ever been, that she was one of those women who seem to have been created for the express purpose of giving pleasure to our sex in every possible manner, and who consider it their duty to conduct themselves accordingly. From the posture in which I had placed my sweet bedfellow, the reader may easily imagine that I intended to penetrate her rump hole.
This I accordingly did; moistening the rose-like satin knob of my stiffened prick, I shoved him into the orifice as gently as I could, and after injecting my precious fluid into her sweet body, I retained my position, and actually fell asleep in that posture with my cock in its elastic sheath, and my belly reposing upon the soft warm cushions of her posteriors.
When I awoke in the morning, however, I found that my position had been altered to one more suitable for repose in bed. I suppose Helene had grown tired of my weight, at any rate I found myself lying on my side, completely covered up, and my fair friend in a sweet sleep by me. I availed myself of this opportunity of rising and washing my organs of generation and the adjacent parts, and after taking a dose of Father Eustace's medicine, felt myself considerably strengthened and refreshed. So much so that when Helene awoke, although I did not feel very fit for energetic business, I clasped her and kissed her, thanking her for the great pleasure she had afforded me. She replied that I was such a darling boy (I flattered myself that I was something more, but then I was much younger than she was), that she was only too glad to be of service to me, and that she could refuse me nothing. Upon this I said that I had been told by Father Eustace that there was some secret connected with her previous history, and that she was supposed to have had a child. As I said this, I quietly put my right hand below her belly, and insinuating the first fingers well into her cunt, frigged her gently, while I coaxingly begged her to tell me all about it. This was a more difficult task than I had at first supposed, for she really did not like to tell me, saying that she was ashamed of it, and that I should despise her ever afterwards.
I reassured her with kisses and caresses, and at length she began thus:
"You may easily imagine, my dear Auguste, that after the scenes I have described, I was by no means so coy as I had been, the only thing I had any regret about was the conduct of my brother Charles. The naughty boy had, it seems, tasted the sweets of my bottom hole, only to give an appetite for more, and upon remonstrating with him upon his rudeness, and reminding him that I was his sister, the young wretch said that was just the reason, alleging the fact that some of his young companions at the Military Academy had informed him that their elder sisters would permit them to bugger their rump holes when they would not think of allowing them to do more than kiss their cunts. And because of this he asserted his right, and reason was obvious. By this delightful proceeding both parties were gratified without the risk of getting the young lady with child, or even the loss of her maiden-head, so that she could marry any gentleman she or her parents liked at any time, and still be a virgin bride.
"But, my dear Helene," said I, interrupting her, "how about the little orifice in question? Suppose the bride-groom's propensities led him to examine that, might not its strained, over-worked appearance cause him grave suspicion?"
"Why no," replied my companion, "I think not; for in every healthy girl it recovers its original appearance and virgin tightness in twelve hours or less after a good rogering. Of course, there may be exceptions, such as in the case of an extraordinary-sized cock, or two or three men thinking it proper to amuse themselves with a girl in that way one after another. But this last I do not consider fair, and the former will not do any harm except in the case of a sickly girl, if the man will only use some ointment or something of that kind. Think how often I have had to endure my brother and cousin! and you cannot find much fault with the state of my rump hole, can you dear Auguste?" This was said so archly and charmingly that I was almost tempted to give her proof positive to the contrary, then and there; but I thought it wiser to restrain myself for the present. Then she continued:
"It seems to me that this conversation between my brother and myself, instead of curing him had roused his animal propensities (perhaps his recollecting the virtuous precepts and experiences of his companions may have had something to do with it), and taking me in his arms he laid me forcibly down on the parlor sofa, and in spite of my remonstrances about my "aunt coming in," and "broad day-light," gave me a practical illustration of the theories which had been so usefully inculcated upon his youthful mind.
However the time was fast approaching when Charles and I were to return home, and Eugene and I, as you may suppose, were very loath to part. Indeed, far from feeling shocked at the idea of having a liberty taken with me, I used to put myself in the way of being felt, fondled and fucked I must acknowledge that, in walking upstairs to my aunt's apartments, I have walked slowly before him, in order that the dear fellow might have the chance of putting his head up my petticoats and kissing my rump, thighs or cunt, or anything he thought would come handy or convenient. And so you will not wonder that when the time came for parting I felt very sad indeed, and was only consoled by his promise to come and see me in a month at the least; and whispering in my ear that he would bring the proper toys that I found so amusing along with him. Well, we parted, and I found home very dismal, and although Charles tried to comfort me by injecting clysters into me (medicinally I suppose), once or twice every day, they did not strange to say dispel my feelings of loneliness. And at length he too went away.
And now I come to the painful crisis of my story. You must understand, Auguste, that, altogether apart from my feelings of regret for Eugene, I had begun to experience certain interesting longings; down-right animal propensities, arising of course, from the constant routine of voluptuous excitement I had been going through, and its sudden cessation. Therefore I often found myself thrusting a finger or two into my gaping cunt, and withdrew it dissatisfied. Where was the heat, the stiffness, the throbbing, the close pressed belly, the hanging balls which seemed as if they sought entrance, the amorous language, and above all the jets of hot spunk jerked up into my body somewhere or other, to the kidneys I think? I missed all these.
A tallow candle was no better a dildo I had never seen while I was seated one hot day in a Summer house attempting to read with my favorite dog lying at my feet, I thought I perceived something very unusual in his conduct. He was a large, smooth-haired, spotted dog of the Dalmatian breed, and as he lay on his side panting from the heat of the weather, he began making peculiar convulsive movements with his hind leg that lay uppermost. Good heavens! thought I, can he be going to have a fit, can he be going mad?
But as these painful ideas crossed my mind, I saw that my favorite Romeo had method in his madness at any rate. He had been lately debarred from any female of his species, and now was actually attempting to frig himself poor fellow, thought I, he will never manage it, I had better take compassion on him and help him; it will relieve him in this hot weather! I am afraid the compassion was one for him and two for myself! Changing my chair for a low wooden stool I had been using for my feet, I called him to me; and, opening my legs lightly, I placed him partly between them, with his forepaws resting on my knees. In this manner from my low seat, I was able to get at his prick very conveniently, and it was very respectably sized. Now I really cannot tell, when I began this little game, whether I had any ulterior design in doing what I did beyond my own amusement watching how a dog would like it, and so on. But when my handsome favorite began to lick his lips and look up gratefully into my face while his stiff prick glowed in my hand, I began to wonder how he would behave if he had just one smell and a peep at my cunt. So, being pretty certain that no one was near, I drew up the light summer clothes I wore, and exposed my pretty brown-haired cunt, whose slightly parted lips I have no doubt breathed a pretty strong odor. At any rate so Romeo seemed to think, for he instantly began to lick them and shove his tongue into the slit in a way which was perfectly natural in one of his species, and which would have been a credit to any human being.
This brought the matter to a climax; I had an idea of the indelicacy of the act, but no fear, strange to say, of the consequences. So I stretched out my naked thighs, lifted my favorite up by the shoulders, and the gallant brute shoved himself into me quite naturally, and a very long way too. My senses must have deserted me I think, for after he injected his juice into me, and pretty bountifully; I, who perceived that my moment of transport was at hand, did not make him withdraw, but held him close to me, heaving up my butt to meet his shoves until my emission mingled my spunk with his. Now I had often done this with Eugene, and with impunity; but whether it was the novelty of the proceedings, or my long abstinence from what I loved and had been accustomed to, (that privation which makes young widows so desperate, and sometimes so very ill), or perhaps both, certain it is that after sundry other proceedings of a similar kind, I began to feel certain strange sensations. My monthly courses ceased; I fancied my shape was altering; and on consulting an old woman who had formerly been my nurse, my worst suspicions were confirmed. She told me with a knowing wag of the head, that she feared I had been letting my young cousin Eugene make too strong love to me. "But cheer up, Mademoiselle Helene," she continued. "Of course he will marry you, and if he does not, why it is no more than has happened to many a young girl before now!" But alas I knew that it was a worse case than she supposed; and I became so fearfully miserable and ill that my mother noticed it; and beginning at the same time to notice my altering shape, put it down to the same score that my nurse had done, viz: that it was Eugene's doings. How frequently I wished it had been! And that that handsome young gallant had been more successful in his many amorous contests with me. The disgrace would have been absolutely nothing in comparison. But with what little sense there was left me, I perceived that it was absolutely necessary that my mother should be made aware of the real state of the case, and with many sobs and tears, I acknowledged the folly I had been guilty of. My mother was silent for some time, and looked very serious. At last she said: "Well, we must make the best of a bad job, and this is a very bad job; still you are my only daughter, and you need not break your heart about it. I suppose Monsieur Eugene had something to do with it after all; for if you had not been taught the use of your private parts, and longed for something you had to do without, you would not have required to make use of that dumb animal. Well! you are not the first girl who has made a fool of herself.
"I once knew a girl," continued my mother in a musing tone, "who tried experiments with a large baboon, and tried them once too often, whether the animal was, as she said, too strong for her, or whether her lustful propensities betrayed her, and she let him do as he liked, one thing is certain, he fucked her upon my word I believe he nearly fucked her into fits: at any rate she was found in an upstairs room quite faint, with the big ape working hard as if he had only just begun, from what they could judge, and from what the girl said herself he must have been into her off and on for more than an hour. Well, her confinement was not an awkward one; two little half and half monkeys were drowned, and the girl was sent away to a distant province, and to the best of my belief no more was heard of the matter. Yours, Helene, will be a disagreeable and dangerous accouchement, and I think it will be best for me to take you to some distant place in the country, giving out that you are going to begin your novitiate in a convent; and as soon as this disagreeable business is over, you can go there as soon as it is safe to move you; and once there, people's mouths will be stopped because they will find we have told the truth."
And so, dear Auguste, now you know how I come to be here."
"But tell me, Helene," I replied, "how did you get over your troubles?"
"With a great deal of pain and danger," she said. "At one time the doctor said he was afraid he would have to cut away the little monsters in my belly, but a clever old woman suggested that if the author of my trouble was brought into the room, his presence would have the effect of assisting my delivery. Strange to say, this strange suggestion proved efficacious; and I was delivered of three or four little animals which I never saw, so you need not ask me what they were like."
Here she paused a while, and then turning towards me, with her eyes suffused with tears, "And now I suppose you hate me, you ought to I am sure, I deserve it ah, how good you are!" This last remark was in consequence of my kissing her warmly some half a dozen times. "How kind you are."
"Are you really very grateful, Helene?" said I. A kiss was her reply.
"Then, as my fine young cock is rather exhausted by his previous exertions; not entirely in your behalf I must own, but the fact is the same would you be kind enough to take him into your mouth for a minute or two and suck him until he is stiff enough to go into you as he ought?"
"I suppose," she replied, "dear Auguste, this will be the easiest way," so saying, she laid her cunt and butt over my face and with her fair round belly upon my chest bent her face down to my prick conducting it well into her mouth; the judicious sucking and mumbling and playing with my balls produced the expected effect and very rapidly: indeed my lips upon her sweet cunt and little bottom hole to say nothing of her noble round cheeks assisted in restoring to nature her legitimate desires. As soon as she became aware of the state of the case, she withdrew her mouth for a moment and exclaimed: "Now dearest, I think you are quite able to enjoy yourself, and I will save you all the trouble in my power. So saying, she reversed her position, and striding over me, guided my tool into her cunt, which I had taken care to moisten well while she was in her former position. Then, settling herself down upon me, she buried my cock in her body right up to the roots. She was as good as her word and saved me all the trouble she could for she worked away, and all I had to do was to give two or three upward shoves when I felt that my critical time was approaching. Helene's transports came on a few seconds afterwards, when she fairly bathed my cock with her warm liquid salve up to the very roots, sinking with her beautiful pale face pressed to mine in an ecstasy of satisfied pleasure. Poor girl, she little knew how soon her pleasure was going to be terminated; as little did I myself think that a crisis in my life was approaching. As we lay exhausted in each others arms, I heard a tap on the door, and as I was getting up to open it, Father Eustace entered. His face was rather grave as he said, "I am sorry to disturb you so early, Auguste, and I should apologize to you, Helene, for taking your companion from you, but I must speak to him in private for a few minutes, it is necessary for his safety."
"His safety, oh heaven's!" exclaimed the agitated girl, "then, indeed I must not detain him; farewell dear Auguste, for the present, you will see me again, will you not?"
So saying, she flung her naked white arms round my neck and pressed her soft lips to mine. "There now, that'll do," said the monk, who had been observing this operation with some interest. "Take up your women's clothes, your petticoats, chemise, and robes and follow me." So saying, he left the room, followed by me, carrying my female attire. As I walked silently down the corridor, I could not help reflecting upon the nest of pretty girls and beautiful women I had fallen among; not without some inward misgivings that my enjoyment of them was to be very short. I recalled to my mind my aunt, kindhearted and fond, and licentious to a degree, her peculiar imagine, the pretty plump Adele, the voluptuous charms of Emilie, the sweet budding beauties of Louise, the loving embraces of the beautiful Agnes. Nor was my memory ungrateful towards my bed-fellow whom I had just quitted; she had made herself very loving and agreeable, and had given me intense satisfaction. "By the Pope!" thought I, "to do justice to such a beautiful lot of girls a young fellow would require a set of about a dozen cocks and balls of assorted sizes, and an unlimited supply of spunk of extra strength!" Musing after this manner, I found myself in the presence of the good Father Eustace. He told me to dress myself speedily in the plainest and least conspicuous suit that I possessed, and to conceal about my person part of the money and jewels we had secured; astutely suggesting that in case of separation, my mother had better carry some with her. As he talked my mother entered, looking calm and collected enough, but very pale.
"You sent for me, Eustace!" she said. "There must be some important news, either good or bad."
"It is both, dearest Henriette! The Revolutionary feeling is increasing in intensity, and makes it very unsafe for any people of good family to continue their residence in France; but at the same time a dispatch has reached me from my correspondent at Bordeaux, informing me that he had hired a coasting schooner, the master of which he can depend upon. Therefore, I would recommend you and Auguste not to lose one moment of time in embarking at Bordeaux."
"And you, dear Eustace?" said Madame, while large tears moistened her eyes, "will you not accompany us?"
"As far as your point of embarkation, I certainly will do so," he replied, "but no further at present I might not be very well received by Monsieur de Eronville, and moreover I don't like leaving the helpless women of this convent exposed to the storm which I can see must sooner or later break over their heads. I have never troubled myself about a too strict fulfillment of my duties, excepting where confessing and imposing penances upon the pretty nuns was concerned (here I laughed and my mother smiled), but I think it is now most certainly my duty, in the event of conventual orders being abolished to take care that every pretty sister here is bestowed in safety. Master Auguste here looks dismal at the prospect of leaving all his fair friends but cheer up, my son! Perhaps you might induce one of them to accompany you as a page your mother will require an attendant! In the event of such a thing being possible, whom would you select as a companion?"
My mother interposed here, "I should like our young companion, whoever she is, to be a nice girl of good breeding and education. What say you to Louise or Emilie, my son?"
"Louise and Emilie are both young ladies of a very high class," interrupted Father Eustace, "but there is every chance in consequence of this disturbance their families may send to demand them at any moment: and their abduction at the present crisis might cause some scandal. It would never do!"
"In my opinion," said I, "all the young ladies are most delicious; but I agree with the Holy Father, that it would be most undesirable to draw evil eyes upon the convent at present. And moreover, if a young lady can be restored to her own family it would be better for her to return to them than to share our probable dangers."
"Then do you propose to deny yourself the pleasure of a companion, my son?" inquired the monk.
"I'll go and consult Agnes on the subject, Holy Father," I replied demurely.
"Oh! Ha!" laughed the monk, "the youngster beats us in sharpness, Henriette: Agnes of course! I never thought of Agnes why he took her maiden-head yesterday, I do believe a very nice girl she is, and very demure and well behaved she would be a very suitable addition to your party if she would only consent to go."
"Your reverence may safely leave that to me," was my reply, as I rose to leave the room hardly had I left the room, however, when I returned to remark that I should be away ten minutes or a quarter of an hour.
"Plenty of time, my son," answered Father Eustace, who had even in that brief space of time got my mother on his knee with his hands up her thighs which were quite exposed: her arms were round his neck and she was kissing him fondly. This, of course, was only what I expected, so leaving them to their mutual enjoyment which was in all probability the last they would experience for some time to come I hurried away to find Agnes I had a sort of general idea whereabouts her cell was located, and moreover knew that she would likely be in it, as she had special indulgence, while the rest of the sisterhood would be at their duties in the chapel. So after opening the doors of several cells, and finding them empty, I found out the right one at last, and my charming victim there partly dressed, and stooping over a wash-basin bathing her white rump and secret parts. On seeing a young gentleman (for I had resumed my proper garb), in her apartment she gave a slight scream, and starting up in surprise almost upset the basin, but one second sufficed to enable her to recognize me. Then, of course, came a dozen questions, as to what was the matter what had induced me to resume my male attire; and finally what had brought me into her apartment at seven in the morning after I had chosen to pass the night elsewhere.
By this time I had my arms 'round her and was warmly caressing her, this proceeding served instead of a reply to her two last questions, but by way of answer to her inquiries, I briefly went over the information which had been furnished me by Father Eustace relative to the propriety of my departing with my mother and himself. At this she became very pale, and when I hinted at the trifling circumstances connected with our flight, viz: the suggestion of Father Eustace, that perhaps I might take one of the young ladies of the convent with me as a traveling companion, her color changed from white to crimson, and at last she said in a voice suppressed with emotion, "Yes, yes, go I hope you will be happy either Emilie or Louise would only be too glad, I am sure. They have neither of them taken the vow, and I think they both love you very much, though not so dearly as -"
Here a burst of sobs stopped her speech, and when she recovered herself, she tried to rise from my knees and disengage herself from my embrace, murmuring: "Go now, dearest Auguste, go while I have strength to bear it ah! why do you stay? It is cruel!" Then as I strained her to my breast I said:
"Agnes why do you suppose I came to your room this morning?" a tearful shake of the head was the only reply to this "You know," I continued, "that my time is valuable, that every minute is of importance, why then should I have come into your room instead of that of Emilie or Louise?"
Then as the truth began to dawn upon her, she turned an inquiring look upon me; I suppose that what she saw was reassuring, for she flung her arms round my neck and laying her sweet face upon my breast murmured: "Am I indeed so happy? Darling Auguste tell me! Am I so blest as to be chosen as your own from among so many fairer girls?" As her reaction of feeling was such that she showed some signs of becoming hysterical; I thought that something for her to do that would employ both mind and body would be the best preventative of such an inconvenient outbreak. With this view I produced a traveling bag which I had brought from our stock of luggage, and showed Agnes that it contained a plain, but handsome suit which might serve to disguise her either as my brother, or as my mother's page, whichever character might be more suitable to the emergencies of the occasion.
Laughing and blushing, she inspected the different articles of attire, when I impressed upon her that time was precious, and that while I was there I could be of great assistance to her in effecting her disguise. She looked at me archly as much as to say that she suspected I might have another motive beyond the mere rendering her assistance at her toilet, and she was right enough. I knew that her stripping completely was unavoidable, for had she not to put on one of my laced shirts? It would go over her chemise certainly, but I knew there would be a fine exposure. And then in pulling on an elegant pair of breeches! In all these little matters it would be my duty to assist her: and I did so. We managed the shirt part of the business well enough, and very becoming to her it was; but before putting on the breeches there was a slight stoppage. I professed to imagine they were too large round the waist, too small around the bottom, and wished to measure her so that if such proved to be the case I might procure another pair more suitable in style. But she interposed like a sensible girl, saying: "My dear Auguste, the breeches will do very well; I am sure they will fit; never mind measuring me; am I not your own to do with as you like? Therefore dear Monsieur," she continued in a playful tone, "your happy slave is perfectly ready to submit to her Lord's desire in any way; and though she must say she experiences a little soreness from the effects of his gracious condescension bestowed upon her yesterday!" This playful badinage tickled my imagine amazingly and coming from such a staid, demure girl as Agnes it was doubly captivating. I took her at her word, and telling her that I had a right to do as I pleased with my own shirt, raised up that useful garment, at the same time pressing my young mistress backwards against the bed. I have given my readers a great many instances of my delightful experiences with the charming sex, as well as sundry interesting incidents of the same kind related by others, and as the facts in the majority of these cases must resemble each other, I fear that I may possibly have trepassed too long upon the patience of my kind readers aforesaid; but I must still take the privilege of the narrator, and mention a fact connected with this amorous embrace with Agnes which gave me every great satisfaction, and raised the charming girl still higher in my estimation. You will recollect that when I entered her apartment she was washing herself. Now the effect of this must be, as my readers of both sexes well know, to tighten and strengthen the delicate orifices, and the parts adjacent. And I, on my part, neglected to use the ordinary precautions which are so valuable and merciful in the case of a young girl. I refer of course to moistening and unguents. I advanced my cock and shoved it in between the lips of my sweet mistress' cunt without any preparation whatsoever. Now I know I must have hurt her; I was conscious of it myself; for she was so extremely tight that she absolutely hurt me.
What then must have been the effect which I produced upon her? Suffering as she was from the effect of the maiden-head burst through only on the day previous, and her cunt must also have been sore from the abrasion of the pink satin skin of the lining. But as I leant over driving my merciless weapon like a battering ram into her sweet body, I had still consideration enough left in me to say: "I hope darling Agnes, I don't hurt you very much!" To which she replied: "Oh, no indeed, dearest Auguste, hardly at all!"
And only one moment before the sweet girl was biting her lips to prevent herself from giving expression to an exclamation of pain.
This little incident of self-denial raised her in my opinion immensely, and justified me in my own mind as to the choice I had made of a companion. So when I concluded my operation by spunking into her, it was with immense moral as well as physical gratification. Then I finished helping her dress, and am proud to say the result was creditable to my efforts and her figure, and was highly approved both by my mother and her confessor. I was rather puzzled by a remark which my mother made immediately after this, which was to the effect that I should go and make my grateful adieux to my Aunt Agatha; it was due to her hospitable shelter and to her great kindness. Now all this I perfectly acknowledged, indeed I should have been ungrateful not to do so, as she had honored me with her special favor.
But I went towards my aunt's room with considerable misgivings; and when my little amatory conflicts with Helene and Agnes are recollected, the great difficulty I should have in fucking the Lady Agatha may be easily imagined. And I felt pretty certain that her ladyship would require some such exhibition of gratitude from me in either her front or rear, or indeed perhaps, both. But however, by this time I was at the door of her dressing room where I knew I was most likely to find her, and upon entering at her invitation I found my elegant aunt seated in a large easy chair in the most unconventional morning robe sipping chocolate which was administered by her favorite, Adele. After an affectionate greeting she demanded my reason for such an early visit; showing by the twinkle in her eye that she considered I could only come into her dressing room for one purpose. I speedily undeceived her, informing her of our intended departure, and saying that my mother would be in her room immediately to give her other information concerning our plans.
"I have been expecting this, my dear boy, but not so soon," she said. "Indeed I am sorry to part with you so suddenly."
I here said something very clumsily about "hospitality" and "gratitude." This she summarily stopped by taking me in her arms and kissing me, whispering at the same time that if I thought proper to show some gratitude instead of talking about it she would give me a welcome reception. All this I received blushing and stammering, being rather afraid of my inability.
"What are you stuttering and boggling about?" she exclaimed, laughing. "Here, Adele, take his breeches down!"
As she gave this unwelcome order (unwelcome for the first time), she drew her clothes up above her waist, stretched out her great white thighs as far as they would go. Adele gladly and promptly obeyed her instructions, and took down my breeches, when lo! Instead of my ruby-headed prick standing stiffly and savagely as if eager to pierce something, he hung his head down as if ashamed of himself; and looked, as indeed he was, perfectly useless.
"What is the matter with the boy! I never saw you in this condition yet, Auguste; except indeed just after performing business. And I must say it is not very complimentary to my charms, (here she heaved herself up a little), if you cannot raise an immediate prick-stand at the sight of them, however hard you may have been worked during the night."
As I saw my aunt was piqued, there was nothing for it but to make full confession, and trust to her mercy. This I did while on my knees before her, between her thighs, alternately kissing her belly and her cunt. As soon as she heard all I had to say, she said, flattered and pleased at my little attentions.
"Well, dearest Auguste, I wish you every happiness and heartily bid you adieux, as I hope to see you and my dear sister again, very soon."
CHAPTER XVIII
ALTHOUGH MY MOTHER COULD NOT SUPPLY what I had left undone with the Lady Agatha, I have no doubt that she made amends for anything that I had left unsaid, and the result was that we parted most affectionately, promising ourselves the pleasure of meeting again very soon. I must say that notwithstanding my affection for Agnes, I should not have been sorry to have seen Emilie and Louise, before parting with them, and especially the latter. I should have liked to have ascertained the state of her sweet little cunt of which I had so recently rifled the virgin treasure. But here my aunt very prudently interposed, representing that I could not possibly be of any service to either of the young ladies, as I must very well know, and that they might be jealous of my selection of Agnes as my traveling companion; in which case there might happen to be some unpleasantness. This latter I confess I was not afraid of, being quite amused and delighted by the charitable way in which any one of the young ladies would lend her lover to a friend in need, she herself having taken good care to be properly fucked, of course, previously. Still it was wiser to adopt the suggestion of the Lady Abbess; and we lost no time in making our preparations and saying farewell. The Lady Abbess professed her intention of joining our party in England, should circumstances render her position at St. Claire untenable, in which case with the assistance of Father Eustace she would look after the safety of her young charges, and then provide for her own comfort and security.
We effected our journey to Bordeaux with perfect ease, and without any interruption, thanks to the foresight of Father Eustace who accompanied us, and who managed by some means or another to get put in charge of dispatches from one of the Revolutionary cliques to their agents in Bordeaux. Of course, this entailed a complete disguise on his part and a little alteration in our plans. His intention had been to ride outside the caleche, armed to the teeth in the character of courier, but this his disguise would not permit, and I had to occupy the post of honor if not of danger, while he rode inside with my mother and Agnes. I do not think that Madame regretted this new arrangement.
When we arrived at Bordeaux, I was agreeably surprised on seeing the vessel which had been secured for us for the voyage to England. From what Father Eustace had said I imagined that the craft would have been little better than a fishing boat, whereas, she was a fine little schooner, certainly a smuggler, probably a privateer when opportunity offered, and her Captain Dufour, was rather a fine looking gentlemanly scamp. However, in consideration of the handsome pay he had already received and the purpose of a further sum on our being safely landed in England, he had given up the entire cabin (not large to be sure) to our party, and seemed disposed to be very attentive.
So far so good; but then came the parting with the Reverend Father Eustace; I was sorry to part with him, for I knew what relation I stood in towards him and liked him for his jovial, pleasant qualities, but with Madame de Ermonville it was a worse case still. She sobbed bitterly on his shoulder, and as the limited space of the deck of a schooner brought us pretty close together, I could hear her beg of him to use all dispatch on his journey to England, as she was sure their mutual imprudence would have a serious result, and that in the course of nine months or so. And so promising to do his best to meet us soon, my great father, spiritual and temporal, parted from us.
The wind was fair, but very light, and the Captain promised us a pleasant but not very speedy passage. The arrangements for our comfort were, that my mother should have the cabin to herself; and that the adjoining one was to be occupied by me and the delicate youth, my cousin (meaning Agnes of course). Thanks to the fine weather, Agnes was quite ready to reciprocate my ardor on finding herself once more beside me, though I must say that the bunks (as the bed places are called on board a ship) are not the very best contrived places for doing a girl's business as it ought to be done. In the first place, being a very tight fit for one person only, when a gentleman enters it, he has no time to indulge in any kissing of delicate parts, or shoving fingers up delicate orifices, or any of those pleasing dalliances which form such a delightful prelude to downright fucking! And the lady's outside leg is awkwardly placed; she must either let it hang down outside the bed place, which is apt to hurt her, or she must fold it over her lover's back. Agnes chose the latter proceeding, and I think it was pleasanter for both of us. One good thing connected with the bunk was that the strong bulkheads between it and the next cabin made a splendid footboard to shove off from; as no doubt my sweet bed-fellow felt to her cost.
When we lay in each other's arms, the first night, we happened to mention Madame's great grief at parting with Father Eustace, and I alluded to her parting speech about "serious consequences."
"I don't wonder at that, dear Auguste," said Agnes, "my word! If you had only seen how those two did go on inside the caleche together! Why his huge cock was hardly ever out of her! And when it was out his fingers were in, and very often his tongue. And then he was not satisfied without the most open display; for instance, one would have thought that when he had her naked bottom safely on his knee, he could have shoved his prick into her cunt or bottom-hole, whichever he liked, and no one would have known anything about it, if he had allowed her ample robes to fall gracefully about her, but no thank you! Nothing would satisfy his Reverence but seeing everything; watching his own performance: when he was making his heavy pushes he would say, "Henriette darling, are you going to meet me?" and if she murmured, "Not yet," (and indeed on one occasion she said, "you can hardly expect it, dearest Eustace!") then he would retain his injection until he thought her ladyship was going to return the compliment. My share in these performances was to hold Madame's clothes up as high as they would go, and when she sat in his lap to support her head upon my shoulders, so that I saw everything and oh Auguste dearest when he shoved that terrible prick of his into her rump-hole, I thought he would have split her, indeed I did, but Madame only pressed her lips together for one second, and then it seemed to be all right! Only I thought he was going to begin upon me. Madame had fallen asleep; and his Reverence looked at me rather curiously and remarked: "I suppose sweet daughter Agnes, you would rather be outside with Auguste, or that he were here instead of me, but never mind," said he, loosening his breeches, and taking out his enormous weapon, "I'll see if I can't fill his place."
"Fill your place, indeed, my own Auguste, he would have strained it so dreadfully, that I should have been quite ashamed to represent myself to you afterwards. But thank goodness, just as he was proceeding to take my breeches down (for I would not render him the slightest assistance), we arrived at the post-house, and Madame woke up.
"But if I had had only petticoats on, I am sure I would have been fucked, and half split open besides so there is some good in breeches after all. But oh, my dear Auguste! how I have longed for you!" So saying, the sweet girl drew my lips down to hers (for I had been lying upon her all the time), and gave one little upward heave, intimating pretty plainly that she had no objection to renewing the amorous contest. Of course I accepted the challenge, and rogered her to her heart's content, going shortly afterwards to my own bed; the heat precluding the possibility of two persons sleeping together, in one of the confined cribs; whatever else they might do. Now this was all very nice and very pleasant, and as the weather was fine I did not care if the voyage did last, as the Captain foretold, two or three days longer than ordinary; but there were certain occasions when I felt dissatisfied. You will understand, kind reader, that the spirit of lust does not always arise at convenient times and seasons; such as when people are stripped and are snug in their beds; but it will occasionally arise in the daytime, and with as I think, redoubled vigor. For instance, a young man in the daytime with nothing to do sees the object of his affections looking lovely and talking charmingly; and as a matter of course wishes to take her to the nearest sofa, up with her petticoats, spread her thighs open, and go to work and very proper too but this was just what I could not do with Agnes. To take off those confounded breeches of hers would take time, they were buttoned at the end of course, as breeches usually are, and of course she was rather awkward with them. And any one can understand that if they were merely unbuttoned and let fall from her waist, they would hamper her about the knees, and prevent her getting her thighs open in the style I liked and be most abominably in the way. Taking this matter into serious consideration (it certainly was the most serious thing I had to think about), I came to the decision that if I put my disguised beauty down on her hands and knees, I should be able to manage her very comfortably, that position not demanding the same extension of a lady's thighs. I lost no time in communicating my opinion on this point to Agnes, who, I really believe, would have crawled on her hands and knees for a week to give me pleasure; and so on the first opportunity we found, I proceeded to put it into practice. How delightful I found it I need not say; the novelty of taking down a pair of dark velvet breeches and finding ensconced therein, a soft lily white bottom, with orifices corresponding, and a pair of rounded thighs, added quite a novel zest to my previous experience.
And of course as I had got the darling in that position, I made use of all the advantages of the sweet situation, and Agnes! dear loving girl, took it all very kindly, as if she considered every shove I gave into her cunt, or rump-hole, was a proof of renewed love! But I forgot that there are such things on board a ship as sky lights, and possibly cracks in the cabin bulk-head. The consequence of my want of precaution was, that, on the day succeeding the successful fucking operation I have just narrated, Agnes and I had again entered our cabin to endeavor to while away an hour pleasantly, when to our surprise we heard the following conversation in my mother's adjacent cabin. Captain Dufour was speaking, and saying, "I assure you Madame that it is so; I was perfectly astonished when I saw them; two such handsome gentlemanly youths! Disgracing themselves in that way! I assure you Madame that I do not wish to hurt your feelings with any indelicate thing, but they both had their breeches down, and the elder one, your son, was shoving away into the bottom of your nephew, the delicate looking boy, like a perfect Turk. I know they are in their cabin now, and you may find a space for spying in almost all the bulkheads of this old craft, I dare say, yes here is a place that I know of, would Madame please to look," I could hear by Captain Dufour's rummaging what part of the partition he indicated; he even pushed in the point of a knife to enlarge the orifice. When he applied his eye however, he saw, as the reader may guess, nothing. I was changing my coat, and Agnes was sitting on a chair reading a book. "Hum, ha!" said he in a vexed tone, "there is nothing to see now."
"I never thought there would be," replied my mother, rather impudently, for she was irritating the man.
"But by God, Madame, there was yesterday, for I saw it with my own eyes, and passengers or no passengers I'll allow no such proceedings on board my ship," roared the passionate captain. "I'll have those two youngsters on deck, and give them three dozen each to teach them better manners." Now the reader will perhaps be astonished when I tell him that at this time I was not getting out my pistols, of which I had a pair loaded; but the fact is, that thanks to a hint from Agnes, I had a sort of notion how the affair was likely to terminate.
My mother seemed horror-stricken at the idea of our being flogged, and began to expostulate in a high tone that was useless then she took a lower tone, and talked about our position as passengers, and the loss of money that Capt. Dufour would inevitably have to sustain, did any insult or harm befall us on our voyage. Even to this strong argument the high-minded commander seemed deaf and talked about his duty.
But when Madame de Ermonville condescended to entreaty, the tables were very quickly turned, and as he did so, Agnes (who it seemed was quite awake to the matter), whispered to me to put my eye to the crack in the partition, just enlarged by the gallant Captain. We both found room to do so, and then saw the black-whiskered smuggler (good looking man enough though, I must say), seat himself by my mother's side upon the cabin sofa, and commence in an insinuating tone, "Ah Madame, when you turn those lovely blue eyes upon me, and condescend to beseech in this musical tone, what is there I can refuse you?"
"Then of course, you will do nothing against those young gentlemen there is a secret connected with the matter which I do not wish to reveal; but if I did so, it would have the effect of making them less culpable."
"Anything that Madame condescends to say, her humble servant is bound to believe; and the young gentlemen may amuse themselves in any way they like for the remainder of the voyage."
"I am very much obliged to you," replied the lady. "Oh, Madame, are you indeed," said the Captain, putting on a sentimental air, "If so, will you permit me to have proof of it?"
"What proof do you require, sir," said Madame, desirous of conciliating the man who had us so much in his power; and pretty conscious and yet half afraid of what was coming.
"One kiss, beautiful lady," said he, and as he said it, he took without more ado about a dozen, and that so forcibly that my mother, fine woman as she was, could hardly defend herself.
Between you and me, dear reader, I don't think she very much cared to do so.
The natural consequence was that as she yielded her vigorous ravisher pressed forward, and very soon the best cabin of the "Coquinne" schooner, hitherto sacred to Madame de Ermonville, presented the indecorous spectacle of that lady reclining backwards upon the sofa cushions, one delicate silk-stockinged leg held up by Capt. Dufour, while the other was placed partly across that gentleman's back. The lady's silk robes and undergarments being effectually drawn up, we had the opportunity of observing the contrast between the dark Captain's brown belly, and the lady's milk white one, his black hair against her fair hair; and last but not least the contrast between his dark brown prick, which actually bent inwards with lust, and the delicate pink lining of Madame's cunt, which I may here remark opened spontaneously as soon as her body was placed in the proper position. The Captain went right in at once; and actually as it seemed to me, ejected his spunk in three forcible pushes; at least he leaned down very quietly on my mother's breast, kissing her and murmuring something I could not hear, praises of her beauty and charms, no doubt! But deuce a bit did he draw his weapon out of its sheath ah no, there it remained; but to make matters better, the lady who had just tasted enough to make her long for more began to heave up her white muscular rump first slowly, and then more vigorously, and then, putting one hand 'round to the sailor's buttocks, she began to rub his balls with her delicate hand in what must have been a very enticing way, and the good effects soon became apparent. For he raised his head and looked in her fine blue eyes and exclaimed with rapture that he had fucked hundreds of women, and ravished a good many in the course of his eventful career, but anything so bewitchingly delicious he had never felt before. "Why, you must be more than mortal," he exclaimed. "You must be a goddess from heaven! I could die in your arms."
"Always provided your cock was shoved up my cunt, I presume, Captain!" said the lady smiling archly.
The gallant commander replied to this by a shove that made Madame call out: "Oh!" But really I began to think it was time for me to do a little on my own account, and so I dare say did Agnes, for taking down my own breeches I proceeded to do her the same kind office, when I found her cunt was staring open, and no wonder. I lost no time in stopping up the gap, and Agnes did what certainly very few girls in her peculiar position will do, namely, ejected her juice so simultaneously with me, and so forcibly that she sunk down on the floor. Of course I sank with her and there I lay with my prick still buried in its lovely sheath. But we did not lay there long, for we thought it very probable that, after the raptures in the next cabin were over, one or both of the happy couple might be coming in to see what we were doing.
As we buttoned ourselves up, Agnes told me that the way in which she became acquainted with Dufour's intentions (or at least desires) was this. She had noticed him watching my mother from below as she ascended the cabin stair; which was very little more than a steep winding ladder; and afforded an excellent opportunity for a gentleman curious as to the make and shape of a lady's petticoats, or chemises, or legs, or thighs, or butt, or cunt, or indeed anything and everything she had to show. Experienced as she had now become, Agnes perceived that these peeps excited the hot-blooded sailor enormously, "and one day catching him in the act, I looked knowingly at him," said Agnes, "and smiled."
"He very soon took the occasion of accosting me (you see he dare speak more plainly to her ladyship's nephew than to her son), and after congratulating me on the possession of such a lovely lady for an aunt, began to discuss what privileges a handsome young nephew such as I must have! What a treat to be kissed by such a charming woman! Supposed her breath must be like the essence of spring flowers! And then, growing bolder, demanded to know if ladies in Madame de Ermonville's position, who were either widows or separated from their husbands, did not occasionally require the services of a handsome page, or a handsome young relation like myself to perform certain functions for that which nature and good health both imperiously demanded, even in the most noble and prudent of ladies, when so unfortunately placed. I replied demurely that there were some things which honor forbade to be talked about, but that my aunt was a very delicious woman."
"I wish to heaven," said he, "that I could get her to look favorably on me!"
"To do that," said I, "you must do something to deserve it."
"Well, he told me that he could not think of anything to do, as the vessel, so to speak, was almost at her disposal, and I was considerably amused just now when he made that report about us, being sure it was only an artifice to get Madame de Ermonville to sue to him for pardon for us, to enable him to ask a return favor for granting it. I think it did him credit. At any rate, it has succeeded, has it not Agnes? And there is nothing so creditable as success."
CHAPTER XIX
Of course, when Agnes and I next met my mother, it was with the most perfect appearance of unconsciousness of anything that we had heard or witnessed, and Madame, on her part, remarked with the utmost coolness:
"Our Captain seems to be a man of great experience and intelligence, my dear children, and I have asked him to sup with us tonight, and relate some of his adventures. I have no doubt they will be found extremely interesting."
Agnes and I kept our countenances as well as we could, and I replied that I had no doubt the brave Captain's exploits would prove to have done him credit, and that I should be extremely glad to listen to his stories. Accordingly that evening, after an excellent supper, my mother reminded Captain Dufour of his promise, and the worthy sailor being by no means averse to blowing his own trumpet, commenced without much hesitation:
"During the course of my career of thirty years or thereabouts, my dear Madame, I have seen many stirring adventures, but I must confine myself to such subjects as I think may have some interest for my audience. Love and murder are the subjects generally supposed to be amusing to the ladies, and I have certainly had a small taste of both. Let me say, I was about nineteen or twenty when I was first mate of the 'Estelle,' brigantine; we were sometimes in the coasting trade, sometimes in the smuggling line, and occasionally when opportunity offered we did a little privateering, or indeed some malevolent people may call it piracy perhaps," said the Captain with a grin, "it was not far from it. On the occasion I refer to we had no particular object in our cruise, and were looking out for anything that might turn up; we were pretty well to the southward of the Bay of Biscay, when we saw smoke out to seaward: we made immediately for it, and on coming nearer we discovered a fine ship in flames! The forecastle and bowsprit which were yet untouched were clustered somewhere with about twenty people, and our approach was hailed with every appearance of extravagant joy. The ship it appeared, was a Spaniard bound from Cadiz to Havana, and when a week out they had been attacked by Algerian pirates. They had had ten passengers on board, four gentlemen and six ladies. Two of the gentlemen were killed, and the two wounded were taken on board the pirate vessel along with the ladies, and all the specie and movables they could lay their hands on. This news decided us on immediate chase; so learning from the Spaniard the direction in which the Algerine had been seen last, we made all sail in pursuit, making pretty sure that we would be lucky enough to fall in with her in which case we should give a good account of her, particularly with the addition to our crew of nearly twenty Spaniards furious at the treatment they had been subjected to, and the loss of their ship and comrades. We young Frenchmen in the 'Estelle' were of course delighted at the opportunity a fight would give us, and a chance at the booty on board the pirate, to say nothing of the six Spanish ladies, who those rascals undoubtedly intended to violate themselves, or sell into slavery to minister to their master's lust."
"May I ask you, Captain Dufour," said I, interrupting him, "if it is usual in this and similar cases, when they take a ship with women on board to fuck the women at once (my mother will excuse my plain speaking), or to reserve them in the hope of ransom?"
"Well, Monsieur de Ermonville," replied the Captain courteously, "both are common enough; if there does not appear to be any chance of the lady being ransomed, the Captain generally introduces her at once to his cabin, and fucks her then and there; when there are more than one the officers have the first chance, and the men come in for the pickings. And a judicious Captain will manage both ways. I have known Capt. Canot when cruising in the West Indies to manage capitally in that particular. We wanted water, and seeing where a considerable stream fell into the sea, we determined to fill our casks there. Contrary to our usual practice the Captain determined on going ashore in person in a boat, and I, who was then second mate, in the other boat. We had filled our casks and had partially stored them, when Canot, who he could see with his glasses a female sitting under a tamarind tree about half way distant between our watering place and the neighboring residence; and that she seemed to be both young and pretty. He suggested to me to take two of the hands and creep around between her and what was undoubtedly her home, throw a shawl or a jacket over her head, and carry her down to the boats; we might perhaps get a splendid ransom for her. This suited my ideas to a nicety; and selecting two of the most adroit and light footed men for my companions, and loosening my silken sash, we crept gently to a little beyond, where the lady was sitting. It was the work of a minute; I had my sash 'round her mouth and tied it fast while my comrades held her arms; then raising her up in my arms, I carried her with pleasure, not only because she was as light as a feather, but because, as you my dear Madame d' Ermonville, may probably be aware, the West Indian ladies wear little or nothing more than a chemise and a light muslin frock. I could feel her charms nearly as well as if she had been naked."
"And I have no doubt," said my mother, "that you availed yourself of this opportunity, monsieur?"
"I did more, for I managed as if by accident to let my right hand slip up between her legs and thighs, and enjoyed a good feel and fingering in her nice little orifices. Well, we got her safely on board, and into the captain's cabin, for I had unwound my sash, and then I just looked for one minute at the pretty bird we had caught and was discreetly leaving the cabin, when Capt. Canot called me back."
"Stop Dufour," said he. "I want you to manage to produce pen, ink, and paper; Madame Merville is going to write a letter."
The lady's dark eyes flashed as if in defiance, but Canot remarked that she had better hear what was required of her before putting herself into a passion. He then dictated to her in so many words that she was a prisoner on board the "Coquette," that Capt. Canot required $2,000.00 as her ransom, and that if they were paid within fourteen days (mentioning a certain point off which an open boat was to bring the ransom out to the brig), she would be restored to her longing husband as pure and safe as she then was; but if not, then Capt. Canot would decidedly make use of her person to indemnify himself by her charms for the loss of the ransom. And if any attempt at violence was used in the way of rescue, he would fight till the last, and if overpowered he would blow up the brig. As he undoubtedly would have done. Well, of course Madame Merville had no objection to writing such a letter as I have described: and immediately did so much more eloquently and forcibly that I have any opportunity of doing. When written, it was given in charge of the officer of the watch with orders to bear down on the first fishing boat or coaster that we sighted, and bribe her to take it on shore. Then Canot bade me send the cabin boy forward on deck, and keep watch personally against intrusion of the cabin. Next to being in his place, of course this was the very post that I coveted.
"I beg your pardon for interrupting you Captain." said my mother, "but did Capt. Canot deliberately design to to -" ("fuck, madame," suggested the sailor.) "Well then fuck his beautiful prisoner, after the letter he had dictated: I should have considered his word pledged to the contrary!"
"Of course he did, my beautiful lady and you will please to understand that he did not thereby forfeit his word: you know the lady was married and it must be presumed that Monsieur Merville had taken her virginity; a clever man as my commander was, he could not be expected to make her another maiden-head."
I nodded approvingly.
"Very well then, the orifice of her delicate cunt having been already traversed and searched; it could not possibly do any harm if a few additional inches, feet or yards of prick traveled the same road!"
"You are a subtle casuist, Monsieur Dufour," replied my mother.
And we all laughed heartily. He continued:
"I need not tell you that I did not confine my duties to keeping watch: I both listened and peeped I noticed that my astute commander made his first advances through the means of champagne, and though his fair captive was in some doubt at first fearing it should be drugged; her natural liking for the generous beverage combined with her thirst, fever and excitement, overcame her scruples; and she drank about a couple of tumblers. Then Capt. Canot putting his arm 'round her waist commenced to kiss her; she made a faint show of resistance and said: 'Remember your honor is pledged according to that letter!'"
"I do remember it my beautiful angel," said he, "and will fulfill it to the very word; but that is no reason why you should not reward me for my kindness and hospitality in the meantime."
"Rather enforced hospitality, is it not?" said she in a tone of half badinage.
I could see that she evidently had no objection to what was coming. I could hardly hear distinctly what was said next, for Canot was kissing her rather severely as he muttered something about "absurd, old, useless husband!" Which I guess referred to Monsieur Merville; and on the ladies part were some murmurs about "loss of position, loss of property and position in society never do," and so on. But I soon saw what did do the fair captive reclined backwards among the luxurious cushions of the cabin sofa. The
"Coquette" was elegantly fitted up, I wish we had half as good accommodations in the "Coquine" to accommodate still more beautiful guests!
"Your cabins do very well, Capt. Dufour, and your sofas are very comfortable," interrupted my mother.
"Thank you Madame," said the sailor gratefully, while Agnes and I exchanged glances.
"To resume what I was saying as the fair but not at all unwilling captive reclined backwards, her admirer pulled up her clothes and looked long and lovingly upon her charms I am not qualified to speak as to the charms of any lady present (here Agnes smiled and my mother turned red as fire) but I really consider Madame Merville's charms extraordinary though I had felt her thighs, I was by no means prepared for the roundness and whiteness of them her very black haired cunt contrasted admirably with the whiteness of her alabaster belly."
My commander did not take long in letting his loose trousers fall about his heels, you may depend upon it, and giving the lady's thighs a little pull asunder, he was going to enter her lovely body, when she, prompted I suppose by natural curiosity, cast a glance at the stranger, who was about to be introduced to her, or rather I should say into her, and exclaimed, "Oh, Capt. Canot, I really will never be able to bear that monster."
"Oh, my darling," replied the sailor, "I won't hurt you! You are very elastic beautiful women are specially created for the reception of large pricks."
"The lady seemed rather flattered by this novel maxim, and resigned herself with a sigh to what she evidently feared was rather more than she wanted. Then Canot went to work. I was surprised that he did not make use of ointment, for I knew that he had plenty in his stateroom, but I suppose he scorned to use it to a married lady; but a married woman might have a husband with a Lilliputian prick! And, when attacked by a finely made man, may be tight enough with a vengeance.
"And such appeared to be the case with Madame Merville; for hot and impetuous as Ganot certainly was, at first he could only bury the ruby knob of his club; it was only after two or three vigorous lunges on his part, that he brought his balls up against the lady's butt, and you know, Monsieur d'Ermonville, a man cannot go farther than that!"
"I never have, certainly," answered I laughing.
"What a nice story!" exclaimed Agnes who was maneuvering herself on my lap. "I am glad you like it young gentlemen, or rather I should say young lady," said the skipper eyeing Agnes narrowly.
"Never you mind about that, Captain," said I. "Go on with your story, madame, my mother, is quite interested in it."
"Madame is the only one of the company present I am afraid of offending by my description!"
"Offending me, Captain Dufour, and how?"
"Why thus, most beautiful Madame d'Ermonville, in order to make my narrative entertaining, I am compelled to enter into descriptions of a lady's secret charms, and to praise them, and even to be enthusiastic upon the subject, when all the time my heart rebels against it, for I saw such charms, so superior to anything that I could ever have dreamt of or imagined, that it seems to be perfect blasphemy to mention another while my ideas are filled by them."
At this grand eloquent speech, Agnes laughed, my mother blushed and looked down, but could not conceal a smile; and I asked with as grave a face and voice as I could assume: "Pray Gapt. Dufour, under what circumstances did you see these magnificent regalia? And what was it like?"
"It happened in this way monsieur: I was standing at the foot of the companion ladder yesterday, accidentally you know, ("Of course," said I.) as a certain fair lady was ascending. As she was going up, the vessel gave a lurch and I was afraid that she might fall backwards into the cabin; so I stepped closer to there catch hold of her if requisite, when I don't know how it was, but our ladder is an awkward one my head got somehow under her petticoats!"
"Very awkward indeed," said I dryly, "and pray what did you see there?"
"See," said the excited sailor with sparkling eyes. "I saw such thighs, such a rump, such lovely orifices as I never saw before but there don't talk about it, or by the Lord I shall go mad!" At this juncture my mother laid her hand upon his arm, and looking at him tenderly, said sweetly, "Do not excite yourself Capt. Dufour, there is no need for it: finish your story about the beautiful Creole lady and Capt. Canot, and then perhaps -"
"And then what, most beautiful madame?"
"Oh, and then," replied she mischievously, "there is that other story which you had only just begun about the Algerines and the captive Spanish ladies you had better go on with that!" He revenged himself upon her for her badinage, by clasping her 'round the waist and giving her a dozen hot, lascivious kisses, while he nearly squeezed the breath out of her body.
Then he recommenced his story as if anxious to get it done as soon as possible. "Well, Captain Canot, being once fairly in was not likely to remain long inactive, and I was pleased to see that after the first two or three shoves, the lady did not appear indifferent to the performance: on the contrary she not only began to repay him the kisses he showered upon her pale face, but also to return him his pushes, by heaving her lovely bottom as well as she could against his great weight and lungeous force. Of course the affair had the usual termination, and after lying in each other's arms for a few minutes exchanging lazy kisses, the Captain rose, and taking a delicate handkerchief, carefully wiped the open lips of the lady's cunt, and then the dripping end of his own prick. And then, calling to me, he said: "Dufour as long as Madame Merville remains on board, you take care of her, that imp of a cabin boy is not to be trusted, and of course you'll take care no one of the foremast hands impelled by curiosity or any other motive poke their noses into the cabin." Of course I promised, and had not long to perform this part of my duty, for, within the specified fortnight, we saw a flag flying on the headland in the neighborhood of Monsieur Merville's house; and perceiving that the offing was clear of men of war, we stood in, and delivered our captive to a well manned but unarmed boat which came out to meet us Monsieur Merville was pleased, for he had got back his beautiful young wife; Madame Merville was pleased, for she had had what she had never experienced before in her life, twelve days of good steady fucking with a prick something like a man's and very different to the miserable affair of her old dried up husband; and Capt. Canot was pleased, for he had got his $2,000.00 and had besides been reveling for nearly a fortnight in the cunt and bottom hole of the loveliest woman in the islands and so they were all pleased.
"And you, Monsieur?" said my mother, inquiringly, "Me, Madame," replied Dufour in effected surprise. "Why I have finished my story, that is all."
"Oh no, it is not," said she. "Pray did not you say that Gapt. Ganot left the lady in your charge, when he was not present?"
"Well, he most certainly did, madame," said Dufour, hesitatingly, for he guessed what was coming.
"And pray sir, what do you consider to be the duties of a young man left in charge of a lovely woman under those peculiar circumstances? Did you fuck her or did you not?"
"Oh, my dear Madame, I had never seen you then!"
"I don't care sir, whether you had ever seen me or not that's not the question, I want to know if you ever got into Madame Merville's cunt?"
"Well then," said Dufour, driven to desperation, "I did, and a most delicious fuck she was; she asked me to do it one day when Ganot had gone to sleep in his cabin half drunk; she said it was a part of my duty; the fact of the case is that all women like a little change, and I was a handsome lad then, and so when she asked me to look for a flea that had gone between her thighs, I thought perhaps it might have got through the mossy portals of her cunt, so I opened the lips to look, and so then I thought I would feel if the flea was there, and not finding him there, and as the lady kept spreading her thighs rather anxiously I thought I had better shove my cock in, and he met with a very warm reception, I assure you."
"Very well sir, I thought as much," remarked Madame d'Ermonville. "And now in bidding you good night, we will hope to have the remainder of the Algerine story tomorrow and in the meantime I would recommend you when you return to your cabin, to think over the pretty little story that you have just told us, and as your animal passions rise, to speak plainly, when your cock stands, as I feel it is doing now," (she had her hand under the table) "you can relieve yourself with your hand, frig yourself in fact, and recall pleasing reminiscences at the same time!"
On the conclusion of this polite speech on the part of Madame d'Ermonville, Capt. Dufour looked for a moment perfectly aghast, but speedily recovered himself; and I rather think he could perceive a merry twinkle in her ladyship's eye. So as she made for the door, before she had time to open it he seized her round the waist, and exclaimed: "Not so fast fair lady! I am Captain here recollect, and now you shall pay for your sauciness."
As he said this he smothered her with kisses, and then dragging up her clothes without much ceremony, he took her left leg over his right arm, making a grand display of the charms he had a short time before described so enthusiastically. My mother tried to remonstrate, and said that if he must needs invade her person it had better be done in the privacy of her own cabin, and not before these young people, meaning Agnes and myself. But her remonstrances came too late: he had her up against the cabin door; his trousers were down, and as both his hands were fully occupied, he drove his standing prick without any guidance full against her ladyship's belly; but as she found no comfort in this, she withdrew her right hand which was twined around his neck, and taking hold of his burning priapus, gently guided it within the lips of her greedy cunt, which instantly swallowed the choice morsel whole.
Agnes had her breeches down by this time; so, making her stoop over the cabin table with her bottom well stuck out, I got into her under most favorable terms, being able to fuck her while we enjoyed the spectacle which was going forward right under our eyes. It is usually considered that when a man is fired by lust he praises the immediate object of his desire to the exclusion of every other woman; but I sincerely believe on this occasion Dufour was in earnest, when he declared that the enchanting view he had had up my mother's petticoats had set him in a blaze; and that delicious as he had found Madame Merville, her charms were not to be compared with those of Madame d'Ermonville. She, on her part, I doubt not missed the gallant attentions of father Eustace, and had no objections to the handsome features and the stalwart figure of the hot-blooded sailor: and of course her display of the secret charms of her well developed person was not altogether accidental; does the reader suppose that she did not perceive that the Captain was standing purposely at the foot of the stairs? and I have no doubt that the marked contrast in their relative complexions was a great attraction to both parties. At any rate, whatever the cause, I do not think I have ever seen my beautiful mother enjoy herself so much; she writhed and wriggled, and heaved her buttocks up from against the panels, reciprocating the fiery lunges of his fiery brown tool, and mingling her voluptuous kisses with his. All this, of course, added to the enjoyment of my sweet partner and myself; indeed as we consummated our bliss and I was pressing grateful kisses on her cheek as I lay over her on the table, she murmured, "I wonder, darling Auguste if when I get to be as old as your dear mother (not that she really is old) I shall be as lovable and as capable of appreciating love and passionate enjoyment as she seems to be?"
Of course I told her with lover-like ardor that she was my own sweetheart, and that whatever happened she would always be lovable in my eyes. And I meant what I said. By this time our commander had buttoned himself up, and had restored his fair partner's robes to something like a decent state and I was lazily withdrawing my prick out of her satin-lined sheath, when my mother said: "Look here, Hector!" This it appeared was Dufour's name, calling his attention to Agnes' cunt with my prick buried in it.
"Oh yes," said he. "I guessed as much, and very pretty too," continued he, as Madame with her own fair fingers pulled my tool out of Agnes, leaving her sweet little orifice gaping as if it was greedy for more.
"Upon my word, young sir, if I were not so unspeakably happy and favored myself in the enjoyment of the loveliest creature that ever lived, I should feel disposed to envy you!"
"Don't talk such nonsense, Hector," said her ladyship, amazingly pleased and charmed however as she playfully laid her fair hand upon his lips. This he seized and devoured with kisses, while she continued:
"Nay, but do look how very well formed she is for so young a girl, what a profusion of dark mossy hair!" ("I prefer light hair," interrupted he.) "And look at her little bottom-hole more like an unopened rosebud than anything else; and I'll wager master Auguste here has been into it twenty times-have you not Auguste?"
To which I replied that I had, of course, and hoped to do so many a hundred times again and further that I should like to know what a girl's bottom hole was made for!
At this both the Captain and madame laughed; and he whispered to her something about: "You'll permit me and tonight?" To which her whispered response sounded like:
"Very well, but you must be careful and gentle, not so lungeous and violent as you were just now!"
This bargain, whatever it was, having been sealed by a kiss Agnes began to think it was time for her to say something. She accordingly remarked demurely:
"Well, my dear friends, if you have quite done looking at my interesting bottom, and its orifices which I am glad to find meets with your approbation, I shall, with your permission, button my breeches up."
"Do so, my dear mademoiselle," replied the gallant Captain. "And, if you have no other reason for concealment of your sex, I assure you that there is no cause for your putting yourself to the inconvenience of wearing a disguise on board my ship. No harm shall happen to you here, indeed I feel personally obliged to you for one or two hints which have led me to such great happiness and you may put your petticoats on as soon as ever you like."
"If I do, Capt. Dufour, when I go up the companion stairs, shall take care who is standing below."
"Hold your tongue, you saucy girl," said my mother.
"Though to be sure," continued Agnes, "after what he has seen, our gallant commander would hardly think it worth his while to strain his neck to peep up my petticoats!"
"You are so merry and lively," retorted the Captain, "that it is quite evident that fucking agrees with you, but now I suppose I must go on deck for a few hours, so good night, young people! To you, adored madame, I shall not bid adieux, but live in hopes of seeing you again!"
"Do you mean seeing me, or feeling me, Captain Dufour?" inquired she as she left the room. And so we parted for the night.
The next evening after supper my mother reminded Dufour of his promise to continue the story of the Al-gerines, and he readily consented, seating my mother on his knee, however, as a sort of preliminary proceeding. As Agnes had petticoats on, I followed his example, with regard to her: the convenience of this plan is obvious, as in the event of the Captain's story being at all exciting, and making our pricks stand, we could fuck our charmers without removing them from our knees or disturbing our arrangements in any way.
"It would not amuse you to detail all that took place in our search for the pirate vessel: the course indicated by the Spaniards was the one which naturally such a vessel would take if bound for Tangiers or Or: an and for twelve hours we pursued them, and then came in sight of her. She was a vessel of quite our own size, and mounting more guns, but for that we cared very little. We were determined to come to close quarters. This, she on her part, seemed determined to avoid; as was natural; though with considerable booty on board, to say nothing of the ladies, it was desirable for them to put into their own port of destination. But we settled the question by carrying away the head of their main-mast by a lucky shot from our long gun. And then we were speedily alongside of her. They fought like devils, as well they might, for we gave no quarter; but thanks to the twenty Spaniards we had rescued, we were the stronger, and in a quarter of an hour from our laying aboard, the Moors were either driven overboard or killed. We lost no time in transferring all the specie and other treasure together with the prisoners on board the "Estelle" and proposed that the twenty Spaniards should take possession of the prize and sail her into Cadiz where we could have her value adjudicated upon; indeed one of the two gentlemen we had rescued declared that he would himself become the purchaser. He told us that among the ladies were his wife and her sister, that there were also the wife and two daughters of a gentleman who was killed; and that the remaining lady, a very handsome young woman, was niece or mistress, or something of the kind, to the other surviving passenger. He thought our plan a very good one, and it was cordially agreed to by the rescued men, who, of course, as sharing in the capture, would claim a share in the prize when sold.
Our captain would have put me or the second officer on board the prize in command; but we neither of us wanted to go, for reasons of course best known to ourselves, and as she was to keep in sight and within hail of the "Estelle" no navigation was required and one of their own petty officers took command. The gentleman, whose name appeared was Don Alonzo, begged to introduce us to the ladies.
"I am aware " said he to me and the captain, "that you both in your position of captors of the vessel we were found upon, and also in the still more noble point of view of our deliverers, have a right to the extreme gratitude of the ladies and could dispense with the ceremony of an introduction; but still I think the ladies will be pleased, and, what's more, I can tell you something short as the time has been the greater part of the ladies have been already violated. I mention this in order that you may understand that there will be less hesitation in any way of the ladies exhibiting their gratitude in the way you gallant gentlemen may like, than if they were in different circumstances.
The captain and I understood this at once and were grateful for the hint and going down below we found the other gentleman and the six ladies seated in the main cabin. It is only the truth to say that we were most rapturously welcomed: as indeed we deserved to be for we had rescued them from a most horrible fate. The ladies kissed us, and hugged us, and talked about eternal gratitude and all that kind of thing at a deuce of a rate. When we had all got a little more tranquil; the captain proposed that he and I and the second officer should give up our private cabins to the ladies, and that we and the remaining gentleman should manage in the main cabin as well as we could. This, of course, I cordially agreed to, and requested Don Alon to follow me and bring his wife and her sister, introduced them to my small but comfortable sitting room, begging them to consider it as their own for the remainder of the voyage.
"And what will you do yourself, Monsiuer?" asked Isidora, the sister. "Oh, I will ask permission to come in occasionally for my books and nautical instruments if you will not consider that I am trespassing upon your privacy."
"You are mocking us, Sir!" exclaimed Donna Isabella, the elder sister. "We are not so heartless and ungrateful as you appear to think; words can hardly express our gratitude accept this kiss from me." So saying, in her husband's presence, the fiery blooded woman glued her lips to mine, and gave me two or three of the most lascivious kisses I ever had in my life."
"Now Isidora shall kiss you, and you'll like that better."
Now I have no doubt, if I had found these ladies at home, they would have been finished coquettes, receiving a man courteously, encouraging him until he became warm, and then coldly sending him to the right about, astonished at his presumption. But in this case, the fright and the indignities they had undergone had dispelled all such nonsense, and when Donna Isidora kissed me and allowed me to fondle her beautiful neck and to clasp her waist, I felt that her gratitude was genuine, and ventured to express the hope half audibly, that such a fair young creature had been spared by the barbarians: "Indeed she has not," emphatically exclaimed Donna Isabella: "They violated her before my very eyes, and indeed I might say that saved me; for it required one of the villains to hold her while the other ravished her: and if they had not been summoned on deck I suppose my turn would have come next, as it was, I escaped."
"Do you really mean to tell me Isabella, that you have been so fortunate as to escape pollution, I should be glad to think that."
"Feel for yourself my dear husband," said she. "Married woman as I am, you will find a very great difference between the state of my cunt and that of Isidora." As she said this, she turned to her husband who was sitting on the sofa, and in the most matter-of-fact way, drew her black silk dress up to her waist, and, slightly opening her thighs exposed her cunt for her husband's inspection. "Oh, yes, all right. I find, upon my word, you have been lucky, and we should all thank the saints. Poor Isidora, has she suffered much?"
"Not so very much," answered Isidora, with her face painfully suffused with blushes. "It was the disgrace of being ravished and having my virginty taken from me by force. No girl should allow such a thing before marriage, but if ever such a transgression of the laws of propriety could be excused, it would be when a girl, with her heart warmed by love and gratitude, surrenders her virgin treasure to a young man as the only payment she can give him for his priceless services and now alas! I have no treasure to bestow."
And here she began to weep. I kissed her and soothed her in the best way I could, and told her that she was very beautiful, and I doubted not very charming, that it was no fault of hers that she had lost her maiden-head, and that I had no doubt that she was tight enough to satisfy any reasonable gentleman. At this juncture Donna Isabella, who seemed really to be in a fair way of getting herself fucked, exclaimed: "Feel her as my husband has just done me, and satisfy yourself Monsieur Dufour! Take up your clothes Isidora! The silly girl is prudish just imagine such a thing after the treatment she has been subjected to." This remark produced its effect; slowly and with some hesitation, Isidora, drew up her short frock and petticoats she was dressed, quite in the Spanish style, with her skirts short enough to display her beautiful ankles, and indeed a little higher. Also in Spanish fashion she wore black silk stockings not at all in accordance with our French ideas, I must say, but still in a fashion with its own peculiar elegance. For instance, nothing shows off the shape of a leg better, if so well; and when the stocking is carried up well above the knee, the contrast between its line and the creamy thigh is charming. But I am digressing. When her belly and cunt came into view, I lost no time in paying my respects to them by a few amorous kisses, while Isidora murmured: "Oh, Monsieur Dufour, how can you touch with your mouth the place polluted as my orifice has been?"
"Nonsense, beautiful Donna Isidora," said I, continuing my investigation I opened her lips with my fingers, and saw that she was certainly a little sore, but not so sore as might have been expected; her clitoris was inflamed, but then that would cause excitement, and was rather a favorable feature in my case, as I was feeling and examining her, a gasping choking sound made us both look around; and there was Donna Isabella on the sofa, with her legs over her husband's shoulders, heaving up her magnificent rump to meet his shoves: "If she o-b-jects to your finger, Monsieur Dufour shove your prick into her she'll like that much better it will take the taste of that beastly Algerine out of her -mouth! Out of her cunt, I mean!"
"You hear what your sister says, beautiful Isidora," said I. "What is your opinion about it?"
"You are welcome to my poor polluted person if you think it worth having," she replied, "but I fear you are only asking me out of compliment, and for fear I should feel myself neglected while Isidora is enjoying her husband's attentions."
"Nonsense, my lovely angel," said I, as I drew out my standing prick, which had for the last five minutes been vainly striving to burst my breeches, and entering it between the lips of her cunt, scarlet with inflammation, pushed it gently in, while grasping her in my arms I forced her back upon one of the sofas. I was as gentle as I could possibly be, but I hurt her a good deal, notwithstanding, and she could not suppress certain, "Ohs, and Ahs!"
"I am sorry I hurt you my darling," said I "but indeed I am trying to be as gentle as I can be!"
"I know you are, you dear, kind, young fellow," she replied, "and indeed I like you very much!"
"Do you feel any pleasant sensations, Isidora? Tell me when you do." This remark of mine was caused by sundry upheavings and involuntary wrigglings on the young lady's part, which led me to believe that if I could only restrain my emission, we should share our transports together. But it was not to be not at first at any rate. With the fondling, and feeling, and kissing, I had got into such a state that my liquor was ready to spout out almost at the touch, and it had been under great restrain that I had waited so long. Now I could hold out no longer, and gave her the benefit of a belly full of warm animal oil; then I sunk exhausted. She was evidently disappointed, though she said nothing, but there was a quiet heaving of her buttocks occasionally, which evinced that the hidden fire was smoldering there: and I wished heartily that I could show her some more attention.
Donna Isabella accidentally came to the rescue:
"You do very well, Monsieur Dufour but it is almost a pity you cannot do some more, for I see that my prudish sister would appreciate it if you could. They spared your bottom-hole, didn't they Isidora?" continued she. "They did," replied my sweet companion, "for the very reason that they spared your person; they were called on deck to duty; I know the villains shoved their fingers up it, and looked at it and laughed, and I think there is no doubt but that their beastly intentions respecting it were frustrated, as they had not a moment's leisure."
"Oh well, there is one maiden-head for you, at any rate, Dufour," laughed Donna Isabella, "and upon my word I believe it is the only maiden orifice upon the ship. I saw with my own eyes Donna Francisca, within an hour after being made a widow, with her beautiful daughters Leonora and Elvira, most shamefully treated in the main cabin. The captain and three of his officers, all who could be spared from duty, praised be the Saints, came down below and found there the widowed mother, a most charming person I assure you, with her two lovely daughters in her arms, bewailing their unhappy fate. There was little ceremony used. In two minutes all three had their clothes tightly tied up under their armpits with small cords, so that as far as revealing their secret charms were concerned they might just as well have been naked. How the poor girls screamed when the ruthless villains plunged their red hot pricks into their virgin orifices, without any preparation or pretense of saving pain!"
"Just as they did to me!" interrupted Isidora. "The first young fellow that violated me seemed to think that his instrument would find its way in from its own sheer stiffness, and only required shoving, and crushed through my virgin barrier as if I had been silk paper! very different to -" and here an affectionate kiss on my lips indicated whom she meant "Oh, ha, Isidora," exclaimed her sister. "You are beginning to feel very grateful, are you? We all know what those grateful feelings lead to! Pull your cock out of her Dufour and I'll frig it gently for you; what with that and my story together you'll manage to get stiff enough to fuck Isidora's cunt before it is time for you to go on deck. You needn't look at my husband! Bless you he doesn't mind at all!" So saying, the lascivious Spaniard placed herself at my side as I sat between Isidora's thighs so that the young lady's left leg came across both our knees, and commenced frigging me very cleverly, as she went on with her account.
"The man who fucked Donna Francisca, of course met with no such obstacle, he was a very large man, the captain, I think; with a tool like a donkey's; he held the lady upright; the remaining pirate, a young man who was apparently hoping to get in reach of a cunt for himself, when Donna Francisca's position seemed to strike him with a bright idea He took out his stiff prick and approached her from behind, said something to the captain, which that worthy seemed highly to approve of. Between them they made the lady stand with her legs wider apart and then the young scamp charged right into her bottom hole. And there she was between them, with a couple of pricks into her, trying to see so to speak which could force his way farthest in. A nice sight for her daughters! And a nice sight they must have been for her to see! Stretched thighs, bleeding cunts, and tangled hair -
Leonora seemed to feel it most, Elvira who is younger took it much more easily than her sister."
'Tray, Isabella, did Donna Francisca scream when that ruffian got into her bottom hole? Does it hurt a girl very much?"
"She did give one little scream," was the reply. "As for hurting her, why perhaps you'll find that out yourself before we reach Cadiz!"
At this allusion Isidora blushed, and I bent over and whispered, as I kissed her, that I would try again if she liked. To which she replied that I was so gentle and loving that slightly sore as she was, she would be glad to have me in her,i until my duties called me on deck. At this frank confession her sister laughed and said that Isidora was coming up and getting to be quite clever and a good judge of what was nice.
"And I think now, Monsieur, I may venture to trust your prick to himself, he stands very fairly, not so stiff as was at first certainly, for then he stood up belly, but stiff enough to walk into an open cunt. And I think," continued she, "that my sister will regard your exertions this time ah yes, her clitoris is as stiff as a small cock look here!"
"Don't Isabella!" exclaimed Isidora, half vexed and half laughing, as I gently thrust her sister to one side, and entered on my sphere of duty. You my beautiful hearers will be glad to know that this time it was a complete satisfactory proceeding; the young lady declared that she did not know that there was anything so delicious in the world; and as she bathed my prick in her creamy essence, told me that five such minutes in my arms amply repaid her for the indignities she had suffered at the hands of the brutal pirates.
CHAPTER XX
When Captain Dufour arrived at this part of his narrative, our beautiful companions began to exhibit a considerable amount of agitation.
Madame clasped her arms around her supporter's neck, and wriggled herself about as she sat upon his knee, exclaiming as she did so:
"Dearest Hector, was Isidora so very charming? Her cunt was darker than mine of course! But you told me that you prefer fair hair to dark. Pray did you fulfill your intention of getting into her bottom-hole? Tell me all about it while you fuck me!"
As she said this she partly raised herself from the captain's knee, drawing up her clothes in the act of doing so, and exposing the posteriors of her magnificent person. I suppose the suggestion of Isidora's petticoats instigated Dufour to act as he did, for as madame was settling her open cunt down upon his standing prick he pulled her about three inches lower down his person, and rammed his huge machine up her butt. A slight exclamation as he forced his way in was the only token of her ladyship's appreciation of the entry, and presently, as she began to feel him enjoy herself, she said:
"I hope, Hector, you consider it as nice as Isidora's. I'm afraid you must have hurt a young girl such as you describe her very much. What position did you place her in?"
"Well, dearest Henriette," replied the gallant skipper, "I was going to turn her rump uppermost, on all fours, for I knew that that position is the easiest way in which to take a maiden-head and so I thought it would be the best way to rape the virginity of her bottom, but her sister, Isabella, strongly advised me to lay her upon her back, taking her legs over my shoulders."
"Then please draw your weapon Hector," said her ladyship, "and place me in that position and then I shall be able to realize what you did to the pretty young Spaniard!"
No sooner said than done. During all this time Agnes and I had been watching our companions' proceedings, and now we had the pleasure of observing Madame d'Ermonville's long finely shaped legs, placed over Captain Dufour's shoulders, ay and twined 'round his neck too, while her lovely plump bottom was pierced by his noble priapus. As he did so he continued to describe his proceedings with the Spanish ladies during his voyage to Cadiz; in the meantime, however, I was at fault, for from my previous exertions with Agnes I really felt unable to roger her any more. The sweet girl, however, seemed perfectly contented with all my proceedings; whether I was staining her with blood in bursting through her maidenhead, or whether I was (as on the present occasion) merely supporting her on my knee with my cheek laid on hers, whatever I did was right. In my experience, short as it was, I had, as the reader is well aware, done justice to many charming and lascivious girls; but my chosen companion was the sweetest tempered creature I ever met, and that without insipidity. Now if my partner had been the Lady Abbess or Emilie, these ladies on becoming excited by such a spectacle as the gallant captain ramming his enormous weapon up madame's posterior orifice, in a way that seemed as if he considered it advisable that her two holes should be knocked into one either of those two ladies I say, would have endeavored by every means in their power, by the exhibition of their lovely bodies, by frigging or by sucking me, to raise my drooping member to a posture sufficiently erect to penetrate them somewhere or other; and failing in this would have been very cross and sulky. This is a digression, but it is a tribute due to Agnes' merit.
The captain continued, as he drew his slimy tool out of his ladyship's butt with a clooping noise like drawing a cork.
"I need not tell you my dear friends, that the first mate of a privateer has something else to do than spend his time in one of the ship's cabins all day, however tempting may be the society herein and of this I was rather disagreeably reminded, by a stern voice shouting down the skylight, demanding to know if I meant to stop there all day, and requiring me instantly to bear, a hand up on deck and take charge of the deck. Such a summons from my captain required instant obedience, and so putting my trousers into something like a state of decency, and kissing both Isidora and Isabella most gratefully, I went on deck forthwith, reflecting as I did so that it was quite as well for me that I had been called away, as I should most probably have overtaxed my physical powers: I should certainly have been called upon to do so: as I could see that Donna Isabella was not going to let her unmarried sister have all the fucking; and as she lay with her clothes up in the most lascivious postures, and as her husband was asleep (not that it would have mattered much if he had been awake) my services would have been required by her if they had not been required on deck. When I made my appearance my commander remarked: 'Pray Mr. Dufour, do you think that nobody can fuck a lady but yourself? Here I have been unable to leave the deck, just because you have been burying yourself alive under the petticoats of Don Alonzo's ladies. Why you must have had half a dozen rogers at least!' At this I only laughed and thought it safer to say as little about my proceedings as possible, and my superior continued: 'Well now that you've condescended to come on deck, you'll look after the ship, while I, in the performance of my duty will go and administer consolation to the widow Francisca; those pretty girls, her daughters too, they must have had their feelings severely hurt by the brutal proceedings of those rascally pirates.' "
"They have had something more than their feelings hurt, if what I hear is true," I replied.
"Indeed," said he. "Was much violence used."
"That just depends upon what you consider 'much violence,' " was my reply.
"The mother was rogered, of course, in front and rear; but as she was tolerably well used to it there was no great harm done, but the two young ladies, Leonora in particular, complained of dreadful pain Elvira was not so bad. It is as well that you should know this sir," said I respectfully, "as it will be a guide to you in your proceedings."
"You are quite right, Dufour," he replied, "and I am obliged to you. By the bye, I have already mentioned to Sears (this was our second mate) that I shall not allow that black girl to be poked more than six times a day, and that at intervals of two hours or so between each performance."
"What black girl do you allude to, sir?" said I in some surprise.
"Oh, didn't you know," he replied. "She is a fine strapping girl, a slave of the Lady Isabella's, and as our men have behaved well and fought hard, they think indeed that they have the right to a little bit of cunt as well as their officers, so I asked the permission of Donna Isabella to introduce her to our gallant fellows in the forecastle, promising that they should not abuse her. She seemed not to dislike the idea, and as she is a fine powerful girl, I dare say she will be able to satisfy our boys very well."
Of course I had nothing to say against this arrangement, and duly promised that Sears and I would see that the girl did not get more than she could bear. And then my commander left to attend to his "duties" in the ladies' cabin. He had not been gone very long when curiosity prompted me to walk forward, leaving Sears aft on the quarter deck. Our square fore-sail and spencer being set made a sort of screen, and our men taking advantage of that had avoided the forecastle, properly so called, which was hot, dark, and were amusing themselves on the deck. I have said that they were partially screened; but, bless your souls, sailors are not particular. You should see the proceedings that take place when a lot of South Sea
Island girls swim off in a shoal, to a ship visiting those parts. Down on the deck they go in all directions, beautiful copper skinned girls, getting fucked by all the hands, or at least by as many as can find room at a time. But our men seemed bent on carrying out this sport, and were certainly making the most of the girl and the time allowed them. By the Lord, madame!" continued the Captain emphatically. "I'll be hanged if there were not three of them at her at the same time!"
"Dear me!" exclaimed my mother, "that must have been very interesting! But how did they manage it?"
"I can hardly imagine such a thing possible," said Agnes.
"Oh, it is quite easily done," replied Dufour. "One of the men lay flat upon the deck, and she lay upon him in such a way that her enormous black shining rump (heavens what a rump it was!) came in contact with his standing prick, in such a way as to permit of its entering her posterior orifice. Another sweet youth knelt over her face, and, while he shoved his prick into her mouth held her brawny legs up, so that a third party had every facility for getting into her cunt, which as you may easily guess was staring wide open by this time; the scarlet lining of the interior forming a remarkable contrast with her black wool, and glossy black skin. As a fine animal she was not' to be despised; and as such well suited to the tastes and requirements of our foremast men, who wanted as much as they could get out of one woman, but my tastes, thank heaven, are rather more refined; of course I like my chere amie to be a fine woman, a splendid woman, but I admire a milky skin and fine hair, blue eyes and sweet breath."
"Oh Hector you are a flatterer," exclaimed the lady rewarding him for his compliments with a loving kiss.
He, of course, disclaimed any idea of flattery and continued his narrative.
"I say my lads, mind you do not injure that girl!"
"No fear of that sir," exclaimed one of the men. "She likes it!"
And indeed this was confirmed by the girl herself in broken Sapanish; and as there was really every appearance of her doing so, I thought I had better leave them to their own virtuous amusement and return aft, merely cautioning them to the effect that if the girl did like the game now she might not like it in an hour hence, and the captain would be very angry if she was hurt in any way.
When I got to my own post, I sat down upon the after cabin skylight and heard the following lovely conversation between the captain and his guests.
"Indeed Captain," said the girls' mother, "we are very much obliged to you for your kindness and your attempts at consolation; your offer to find us a ship upon our arrival at Cadiz to pursue our voyage to Cuba, is very thoughtful."
"Well Mama," said the laughing voice of the younger girl, Elvira, "I don't think that Capt. Rohan is behaving much better than the Algerine pirates!"
I guessed what this meant, and chuckled to myself at the girl's sharpness, for indeed barring the murdering and the selling into slavery there was very little difference.
"For shame, Elvira," exclaimed her mother. "Your speech is an insult to our gallant protector."
"But Mama," remonstrated the young lady, "he is getting his hand up my bottom and is fingering me desperately."
I took a slight peep, and there sure enough was the "ladies' protector" with Elvira on his knee with her clothes up, and from the position of his hand relative to her posteriors, I had no doubt he had two or three fingers engulfed.
"Well my dear, it does not much matter if he has, you and Leonora will never grow your maiden-heads again, I can tell you that, so a little fingering or fucking more or less does not matter, and surely there is a difference in being violated by a lot of barbarians who killed your father, and in granting the pleasure of your body as far as it will admit to the gallant gentleman who was enabled to avenge his death!"
This last speech Donna Francisca made with considerable emphasis; and it produced an immediate effect upon Elvira who turned partly around on the Captain's knee, and as she brought her face in contact with his, remarked with a blush and a rich smile:
"Well, Captain Rohan, I suppose I must obey my mother's behests!"
You may depend he was not very long in acting upon her hint, but laid her down on the cabin table, with her thighs wide apart, and her legs slightly raised at the knees. But this was not all, for the greedy fellow begged Leonora to take up her clothes and place herself in a kneeling position over her sister's face so that when he took up his delightful abode in the nest of Elvira, he could kiss and suck Leonora, and so give pleasure to both at the same time. Leonora recollecting what her mother had just said, and feeling also I dare say a little jealous that her sister should partake of a pleasure that she was debarred from, consented with apparent readiness, and the three were presently in position. Donna Francisca looked on and highly approved of the whole proceeding.
"Upon my word," she said, "Capt. Rohan, you have a very handsome cock a most formidable weapon upon my word! And it must be a great gratification to Elvira to have the splendid tool up her inside I suppose you are nearly up to her kidneys. But it was very kind and thoughtful of you to kiss and suck Leonora; the poor girl might otherwise have fancied herself neglected: mind you manage well and spunk the three simultaneously: Leonora ought by rights to eject her juice over her sister's face. I suppose I'm too old to be an attraction for a fine man like you! I'm only thirty-seven, and if you would condescend to fuck me I know I could return you the pleasure you would give me."
In reply to this, Capt. Rohan gallantly remarked that he was bound in honor to do what he could for all his fair guests, and that he would have pleasure in rogering Donna Francisca whenever she was ready to accommodate him. This speech he made, not as I deliver it, but in broken gasps and short sentences. In point of fact the gallant sailor was finishing off Elvira, and at the same time his mouth, or at least part of it was crammed into Leonora's cunt. The result of this last exertion was that as he injected his juice into Elvira, and met with a corresponding return from her which deluged the root of his cock, Leonora also flooded his mouth, emitting a very fair allowance of spunk, not only in his mouth but also over her sister's face. This charmed Donna Francisca extremely. She patted Capt. Rohan's muscular buttocks, saying that he was a dear fellow, and had done his business charmingly. It was a pleasure, she said, to see two young ladies fucked at once, or at least one almost as good as fucked.
The young ladies also seemed very well satisfied. Elvira on getting up made the captain a saucy curtsey as she said, "Well sir, you will have succeeded in pleasing my mother, if you have pleased nobody else. I presume that you have satisfied yourself at least if I may judge from the deluged state of my poor little outraged slit!"
Whereupon the captain caught her in his arms, exclaiming that he would make her pay for her sauciness; I have no doubt he did so, at least, if by making her pay meant putting her up against the cabin bulkhead, and getting into her tight bottom-hole in such style that he made her gasp for breath, and the bulkhead to creak but suppose, my sweet Henriette, that we try over that little scene that I have just described, with the two young ladies; I can fuck you, and suck Agnes; for I am sure that your handsome son here, Monsieur Auguste, will excuse the latter proceedings; as I have perceived for sometime that he is not quite capable of doing the young lady justice with comfort to himself. I can only say, that the result was to get Agnes a double allowance as the sight of the interesting proceeding made my cock stand furiously, and when Capt. Dufour had finished sucking her, I completed the job by fucking her.
CHAPTER XXI
AS WE MAY DAILY BE EXPECTING TO reach an English port," remarked Cap-tain Dufour on the next evening, when we were together, "I must hasten my account of our proceedings respecting our beautiful companions on board the "Estelle." Perhaps indeed you, my darling madame, are tired enough already of my stories." On his being assured most positively to the contrary, not only by my mother, but also by Agnes and myself, the gallant Captain proceeded:
"As a matter of course, Captain Rohan could no more afford to waste his time in the cabin in ladies' society than I and his mate could; and accordingly he very soon after the pretty scenes which I have just described made his appearance on deck; indeed, as we were in expectation of sighting the Spanish land, he was too careful a sailor to remain long below. Nor did I go below, but as the day was fine the ladies, Isabella and Isidora came on deck, where I took an early opportunity of informing them that it would be my watch below, that is to say the time allowed me for sleep, from eight o'clock 'til twelve that night, but that if they would allow me to join them in the cabin, I would not devote the time so allowed for sleep.
To this they most cheerfully assented, assuring me in a most unmistakable way that they would be glad to see me. Donna Isabella then whispered to me that I had missed a most beautiful sight. I knew what she meant of course, but pretending ignorance, asked what it was whereupon she described Captain Rohan's proceedings with Leonora and Elvira, with such minuteness, that she showed herself to be a most careful observer; and she gloated over the description too in a way which showed what charms the voluptuous scene must have had for her. I hinted as much; upon which her sister Isidora laughed, and said, "Yes, indeed, that Isabella was so excited that she took up her petticoats and inserted a couple of fingers into her cunt, and it is my private opinion," continued she, "that she would have completely frigged herself, if I had not represented to her the shocking waste of valuable spunk that it would be. You see how prudent I am!"
"Yes, very prudent indeed," replied the married sister sarcastically. "You must know Monsieur Dufour, that I went in a hurry to the water-closet attached to our house in the suburbs of Cadiz; and found it already occupied by this prudent sister of mine, who was leaning back, half fainting on the seat, with her clothes up, her thighs open, the whole of her person exposed, a large thick candle rammed about six inches up her cunt, the mossy hair of which was completely covered with frothy slime, the result of the tremendous frigging she had been giving herself. And not once only, but twice or three times she must have performed the operation to judge from the exhausted state in which I found her."
At this, Isidora colored up and pouted; and said that it was a shame for her sister to tell such stories about her: while I whispered comfort, and assured her that as long as I was on board the ship neither she nor her sister would have any need to operate upon themselves with their fingers. I then asked where Don Alonzo was likely to be during the hours I named; upon which his wife answered carelessly that he would be on deck very likely; or very likely passing an hour or two with his friend Don Pedro Gonzales, the gentleman who is uncle or protector at any rate, of that beautiful "Creole girl, Cora," whom I suppose Sir, you have seen.
I answered that she was one of our guests whom I had not seen; whereupon she promptly answered that it was just as well then that I should not see her as if I did she and Isidora would get very little good out of me for that night. Upon this I laughed, mentally determining however to see if I could not have an interview with the charming Creole before she left our ship. I was not destined to have one that day however, for upon the young lady making her appearance on deck with her protector, Isabella went up to her with a most cordial air, and though I could not hear what she said, she appeared to be scolding her in a playful way, while Cora, on her part, seemed to protest against some imputation, but seemed pleased notwithstanding. This sort of thing is so common among ladies, particularly ladies who are disposed to be liberal and kind-hearted in love matters, that I should have thought very little about it, if I had not seen the lady attack her husband, Don Alonzo, during the afternoon in the very same way! This did puzzle me, but I learnt the riddle in the course of the evening; it was briefly this, that Isabella, by way of making sure against interruption on that evening, had insinuated to Cora that she had stolen her husband's affections; while to her husband she playfully reported that Cora had confessed to a penchant for him! The result of this diplomatic proceeding may be easily guessed. Don Alonzo did not come into his wife's cabin that night; but at the appointed hour I did; and was received by the ladies literally with open arms. After a few preliminary kissings and feelings, Donna Isabella remarked, "Now you know, Isidora, it is my turn, particularly while my husband is absent; you have had Dufour already, and you can have him again, as often as you please, besides your cunt is sore."
"But my bottom-hole is not!" pleaded the young lady.
"Well never mind," replied her sister. "He is going to fuck me now, and if you are a good girl, we will see about your bottom-hole afterwards, help me to tuck my clothes well up to my arm pits, and then when our young gallant takes his trousers down, grasp his prick firmly, move it gently twice, or three times up and down, and then when it bends back so as to touch his belly guide it into me! You need not be very gentle, dear Dufour," she said addressing me. "I am a married woman, you know, and you can charge in boldly at once; I rather like being violently driven at." So saying, she reclined backwards, and opening her massive thighs, separated the lips of her black haired cunt; while Isidora performed her part of the duty with her soft hands so judiciously, that I was almost tempted to let the crisis arrive under her gentle manipulation; in which case, in the position in which we stood, my ejection would have bespattered her right knee, or thighs; but no, thank you! Donna Isabella had too sharp an eye, to her own interest; and she perceived by the involuntary motions made by me, as well as by Isidora's more rapid action which became absolutely frigging what would take place in a minute or so. "He will do very well, Isidora ! You wicked girl, I think you want to rob me of my rights; just guide the grand youth into me if you please, without any more nonsense." I did not need much guiding; my animal passions were fairly excited and my prick was red hot, literally so: the scarlet knob almost bursting the satin skin, so that if instead of requesting me to be lungeous, she had requested me to be gentle she would have run a poor chance of being obeyed. At the very first shove I brought my balls up against her butt, and in four more, injected into her body a very fair allowance of animal oil. Heated and lascivious as she was, she was not prepared for this, and was not ready for me! And the consequence was, that she heaved her bottom up, kissed me voluptuously, and calling me all the endearing names in the world, begged me to continue --and I tried hard, but nature was too much for me. Then she called upon Isidora to smack my buttocks, and rub my balls, and the root of my cock, as well as she could get at it from behind; which duties that young lady entered upon with considerable vigor, but with no effective result. If Donna Isabella had given me a quarter of an hour, or even ten minutes, I might with a little petting and coaxing, with some gentle manipulation, have recovered myself; indeed I am certain I should, but you see, my friends, she was in such a devil of a hurry, she wanted stiff prick up her there and then, and as my efforts were evidently fruitless, she uttered something very much like two or three mild Spanish oaths! I could not help reminding her gently so as not to further enrage her, that it was partly her own fault, and that if she had not made her sister frig me previously, I should not have been so hasty.
"Well, that's true enough," she exclaimed, "and I will take care how I ever have that done with a hot blooded young man again! But you must make one frig atone for the other, and shove a couple of fingers into me; mind you tickle my clitoris; it is prominent enough and do not neglect the Mount of Venus!"
Of course, the least that I could do was to comply with her request; and not being totally inexperienced in putting my fingers into ladies' cunts, made such a satisfactory impression upon her, that she speedily began to wriggle her rump about, furiously accompanied by sundry ecstatic "Ohs," and "ahs," and as she drew down my face to hers to kiss me, or rather I should say to suck my mouth and tongue, she gave one grand upward heave, and I felt by the warm moisture which covered not only my fingers, but my hand that I had done her ladyship's business satisfactorily."
"That is all very well, Hector," interrupted Madame d'Ermonville, "but after all there is nothing so satisfactory as the prick, a great hot steaming prick may be, it has not got the same tendency to enlarge and harden the woman's cunt as the application even of fingers, to say nothing of carrots and dildoes."
"True, beautiful Henriette!" replied our gallant captain. "But where the prick cannot satisfy a lady, what is to be done? Besides there are other matters to be taken into consideration! For instance, in the present case, I have no hesitation in saying that if Donna Isabella's ejection had met my injection, and Our strong animal juices had mingled, a swelled belly for the lady must have been the inevitable result. Now in her case this would not have mattered, as of course she would have said that the child was her lord and master's, and he would have been only too glad to accept the paternity: but suppose the case of a young unmarried lady of good family! Even such circumstances are to be got over I know, but the risk is great."
"Your remarks are very sensible, and prudent, my dear Hector," replied the lady. "I wish all your sex had your consideration, pray proceed."
This important business being over, Isidora kindly wiped her sister's well moistened parts; and then timidly approaching me, and with a glance into my face, as if for permission, she applied her fine white handkerchief to my hitherto neglected cock. I thanked her for this delicate attention with a grateful kiss, and then I thought it high time that we should have some wine; and I accordingly produced some of very fine quality, which I had had the presence of mind to procure from the purser, and bring with me, as a present to the ladies. This revived Isabella and myself considerably, and she remarked: "I wonder how Cora, and my husband, to say nothing of the share her own protector may have in the business, are getting on by this time! You may depend upon it she is undergoing pretty severe treatment although of a pleasing kind and she may thank me for it." And then she laughingly related the little ruse she had made use of to secure us uninterrupted possession of the cabin; which I have noticed before. Upon this Isidora remarked:
"Oh do not mind Cora, Isabella! She is comfortable enough I dare say, and I am sure Monsieur Dufour does not care anything about her or what is happening to her." Then, addressing me, she said with a loving look: "You are happy and contented enough here, are you not?"
My reply to this was to pull her on my knee, and kiss her warmly. The dear girl evidently considered that it was "her turn," as the saying is, and as it was now quite half an hour since I had performed upon her sister, and as I had warmed myself up with some good sound wine of Xerxes, I began to consider that performances in some way or the other, with the young lady, were both feasible, and desirable. Donna Isabella perceived what was passing in my mind, and said in a half joking way: "If you intend to go into that young lady, monsieur, you will require very different 'sailing directions,' to those you received with regard to myself. I requested you to be as lungeous as possible; and in her case you must be as gentle as possible, whether you get into her front or back, for your information, I can tell you that her cunt is sore, and her bottom-hole is small; and I'm sure that in the very height of your manly lust, and vigor, you would not wish to hurt a young girl!"
"Oh, I will trust Monsieur Dufour for that," exclaimed Isidora, with great animation.
"Yes, it is all very well," replied her sister. "You are like the rest of your sex, always ready to risk anything for the sake of a prick, but still I recommend you to rub a little sweet oil or pomatum on that little ass-hole of yours, because I can tell you that his big cock will be a tighter fit than you imagine."
This advice was too good and sensible to be neglected, the only difference being that I performed the kindly office for the ass-hole of the lovely Isidora, instead of the young lady doing it for herself. This, of course, was easier for her, more exciting for me, and gave me the advantage of pulling her posterior orifice gently open so as to facilitate my entrance. This done, the young lady was placed in a stooping posture close to where her sister was reclining. And then I took the precaution to grease my machine liberally, as I could perceive that my friend's rear was virgin, whatever her front might have been. It was well that I was so thoughtful, for I had hardly engulfed his lordship's ruby head, when Isidora uttered a pretty loud exclamation of "oh-h-h!" followed by an appeal to her sister, "Oh, Isabella, make him take it out! He is getting his great stiff thing into my bowels, and I cannot bear it ah!"
This last exclamation was produced by my getting in as far as I could get, and reveling in her tight elastic hole, and enjoying the contact of my hairy belly, with the two great white soft cheeks of her butt. Then I spunked right into her bowels, and lay for a minute or two upon my soft satin pillows. By this time my young lady had become partially reconciled to the operation, and merely remarked to her sister:
"What a strange sensation it is, Isabella! I suppose, like being fucked the first time, it is not so pleasant as it is afterwards, but still the first time is not so unbearable as at the first thrust, I supposed it would be."
"Well, my dear," said her more experienced sister, "entering an orifice for the first time is of course more difficult than it is afterwards, but in this proceeding you have this consolation that you have lost no maiden-head, and cannot be got with child, your hole will recover its minute appearance before this time tomorrow! And if you had not been fucked by Algerine, and by this young gentleman subsequently, you might be buggered a hundred times, and produce yourself as a perfect virgin to your husband, on your wedding day."
"Well, that is a comfort, at any rate," remarked Isidora. "And there is another comfort that I should like, and that is, for this young gentleman to withdraw his weapon from its sheath in the first place, and in the second to show me what accommodation his ship has in the way of a water-closet!"
This of course I readily promised to do, and at once escorted her thither, as of course her necessity was very natural I dismissed her with a loving kiss at the door of the temple of ease, and then returning to the cabin, paid my respect and adieux to Donna Isabella in a similar fashion. She saw that I had done duty enough, and did not attempt to detain me; so I sought my own cabin, with the intention of obtaining an hour's sleep or thereabouts before being called upon deck.
Now this part of the cabin was somewhat different to that part which the ladies occupied, which, as you will recollect, I had told you had separate staterooms given up by the captain and myself, for the use of the ladies. Where I had established myself temporarily the berths were inferior, not nearly so complete, and partly divided by bulkheads, and partly by curtains. This will account for the distinct way in which I heard the voice of Cora in the next berth raised in a tone of indignant remonstrance, saying:
"Indeed, Don Pedro, I will do no such thing. I should consider myself lowered extremely."
"Only your head lowered, my beauty," said he in a jeering tone. "Your bottom shall be high enough, and besides it will oblige my friend Don Alonzo."
"That makes the matter worse," replied the handsome Creole, "for you to do it is bad enough, but in the presence of another party, who pretends to have some regard for me, it would be a most disgraceful attitude for me to be placed in! You should respect me a little, if I am only your mistress."
"Hello!" thought I. "Here is the only girl or woman on the ship who is objecting to prick in some shape or form, and she, strange to say, is considered, as a kept mistress to be in rather a less respectable position than the others I must look after this!"
With these ideas, I easily managed from the construction of the cabins to get a full view of what was passing in the adjoining one, and with all my experience as to the different methods of enjoying a lovely woman, I must say, that I was rather astonished at the proceeding I witnessed.
It seemed that the lustful Pedro and Alonzo, irritated at Cora's resistance, and not disposed to wait any longer, determined to put her in the position they wanted and that by force they laid her down upon her face, or rather her side face, on the settee with a bed-pillow on it; and then with her buttocks uppermost, one took hold of one leg and one of the other; these legs, pulled moderately apart they fastened with their silk handkerchiefs each to a staple, which staples having been used for slinging a cot were admirably adapted for the purpose intended. Indeed Don Pedro, who seemed piously disposed, regarded their presence there as "providential," and said as much. You will therefore, my dear Madame d'Ermonville, understand Cora's position. Her head and breast supported in part by her elbows were on a pillow on a settee, her lovely buttocks were higher than her shoulders, and her legs and feet again higher than her buttocks. As she lay in this enticing position, with the one cheek that I could see blushing with shame and indignation, her two violators actually tossed up who should first enjoy her lovely person. Don Alonzo won the toss and getting in between her thighs with his virile member stiff enough, but still not a very large machine (at least not so fine as mine or Captain Rohan's) he pulled open the lips of her dark haired cunt, and went into her at once. He certainly had the consideration to hold up her thighs one on each arm, as he was doing his business, but as this was a convenience, and a luxury to him I did give him much credit for supporting the lady. As for Don Pedro he had no consideration at all; he rammed his finger into his mistress's rump, he smacked his friend's buttocks, encouraging him by the most licentious language to do his work manfully, and get finished and let him have his turn. This was speedily effected as far as Don Alonzo was concerned, but not the smallest effect was produced upon Cora, except disgust, and an opened cunt. Don Pedro succeeded even worse; for as he was poking away at her in this novel position, his lady did nothing but reproach him, not only for his vile treatment, but his impotency and general inability. When I heard this, a bright idea struck me, and going to the captain I put it into practice. He laughed at first, but as I was a great favorite of his, promised to accede to my request. What that was you will presently see.
I made my appearance at the door of Don Pedro's cabin, and said: "Gentlemen, gentlemen, for Heaven's sake! the captain demands your instant presence on deck!" then whispering in a low tone, "it is a fire, but don't alarm the ladies!" No fear of alarming the ladies. Don Alonzo bolted at once, Don Pedro lost no time in drawing his worthless prick out of its beautiful sheath, and following his friend's example, leaving Cora tied up by her legs. She raised her head, as if in great alarm: but I hastened to reassure her, by telling her that I had witnessed the brutality that she had experienced, and that I had the captain's permission to raise a false alarm of fire in order to get Don Alonzo and Don Pedro away from her, that there was no fear of their returning for some time, as the captain taking advantage of their being the only male passengers aboard, would take them here, there and everywhere to try and discover the locality of the fire. In the meantime I proposed she should accompany me into my cabin, where she would be free from all intrusion, and insult.
She expressed herself so extremely earnest that I felt rather disposed to at any rate I asked her if her position hurt her very much. She replied that it did not, it was more the disgrace of having to submit to the lust of those two brutes; still it was rather tiresome, and she would be very glad to accompany me to the shelter of my cabin. I then bent my face down to hers, and whispered to her that in all my experience I had never seen a beautiful girl in the position I found her in, and that I should if she would permit me, take advantage of her delightful situation. To which she replied that it was very kind and polite of me to ask her permission, as she was quite in my power: that she would endeavor to give me that pleasure from gratitude, which she refused to yield to force, and finally, that as she was the only girl on board not violated by the Algerines, she might be worth my fucking, "almost as well worth, as the lady Isidora," she added with a sly smile, which showed pretty well that she knew what little games I had been up to. And certainly whether it was the novelty of her position, which is certainly a very charming one, or the peculiarity of the circumstances altogether, the very fact of getting those two useless scamps out of the cabin before they had time to do anything, or all these causes combined; certainly my imagine was tickled, and my passions excited to the highest degree. Had they not been so, after my performances in Lady Isabella's cabin, I should never have been able to do what I did; and that was to reward Cora's exertions for my pleasure, which were extraordinary, her great soft bottom heaving up and down in the most delicious way; while she murmured about kind preserver! dear handsome young fellow, how nice and big he is! and so on.
The result of this was, and you can readily understand, dearest Madame, if I have correctly described Cora's position that when the moment of transport did take place, the result was as if some careless person had upset two or three tablespoonfuls of cream upon the floor of Don Pedro's cabin. Then I untied Cora, taking her and all her movable property, into my own cabin; leaving the two handkerchiefs hanging there for their respective (not respected) proprietors to hand themselves with, if they thought proper."
CHAPTER XXII
When I came on deck the captain asked me with a roguish leer in his eye how I succeeded with the young lady, and I frankly told him; exhibiting at the same time some anxiety to know what had become of Don Pedro. He assured me that he had provided for the comfort and safe-keeping of that gentleman and Don Alonzo. For, after thanking them for their prompt attention to come to the rescue in order to extinguish the fire, he invited them both to his own private cabin. "And there they are at present, my dear boy, in company with Mr. Sears, and an immense bowl of strong rum punch, and by the time they have done they will hardly know where they are! Moreover," he continued, "if you, Dufour, really like this girl you shall have her and keep her; as for Don Alonzo, I shall set his wife at him, and settle him that way; as to Don Pedro, I should like to see him or Don anybody else interfere with me, while I command my own ship. As for me I don't wish for anything better than Leonora and Elvira: two such fine girls, with the occasional duty of keeping that fine lady, their mother, in good order, are quite enough for any moderate man."
"I should think so," said I laughing.
"And as for Donna Isabella, my boy," said he, "a little amusement may be all very well, but for the young ladies' sake you had better not continue the acquaintance after our arrival at Cadiz; you might ruin her character and prospects in life there is no harm so far, all is fair upon blue water, and nobody is likely to repeat on shore what has happened on board the ship; as for Cora, that is different, and I should think she would be very glad to cast in her lot with yours, particularly as with your share of the salvage, and the influence of your friends, you may be able to get a ship of your own."
His advice seemed so good, and moreover so palatable, that I determined to follow it, and consulted Cora upon it without delay; she, as I expected, readily and gladly agreed to stay on board the ship with me when Don Pedro went ashore, and to make a long story short, my dear madame, Cora is at present living at my house in Bordeaux as my housekeeper, and a very faithful housekeeper she makes, and is still very handsome I have never regretted taking her from that worn out disreputable old Spaniard."
"And very pleasant and satisfactory I'm sure, Capt. Dufour," remarked my mother smiling. "And pray how did Donna Isabella like the change? What had she to say about the matter?"
"That is the very thing that Cora suggested, my dear madame," replied he, "or at least she said that she feared my fair friends in the other cabin would be dreadfully jealous. To which I replied that we were now within sight of land, and that Isabella must preserve some appearance of propriety for her own sake, and that I had better intimate as much to her gently and kindly."
"Yes, and stop with her about half an hour while you do so," said Cora pouting, "and do her business for her and perhaps fuck Donna Isabella too, and then come back to poor me in such a state that I shan't be able to have any enjoyment from you for the rest of the day."
"Please to recollect, Cora," said I, "that I knew these ladies and that they granted me their most intimate favors, the full enjoyment of their beautiful persons in fact, almost before I knew you were on board the ship, and considering that I have selected you for my mistress and not one from their party, I don't think you should grumble at such a trifling act of civility as my informing them that we are close to our destination, and taking a rather more cordial farewell than I should be able to do upon the crowded wharf, where moreover I shall have my duties to attend to."
On my putting the case this way, Cora kissed me and said that I was quite right, and that she had no business to be jealous. She looked so pretty as she said this, and had such tender loving ways with her that I could not resist putting my hand up her petticoats, and having a good feel, this proceeding brought on the natural consequences; and I was laying her backward upon my sofa bed, when she resisted; say-in that I must keep my stiffness for Isidora and perhaps also her sister, I should require it all, for she knew very well that those ladies would consider my farewell neither kind nor cordial, if I confined myself to words merely, whereas if I rogered them well they would take everything very kindly and not feel so hurt and jealous. "Take you a woman's word for it, that there is nothing like a good fucking judiciously applied to dispel all the evil humor of a woman both in body and mind." Of this I was well aware, but I was quite astonished at Cora's judgment, good temper and self-denial. So I made the best of my way to the other cabin, and was fortunate enough to find both ladies there Don Alonzo was with his friend Don Pedro sleeping off the effects of the rum punch (which may very likely have been drugged) in the captain's cabin.
"How extremely gracious, you are, Monsieur Dufour," exclaimed Isidora, with mock humility, and making me a sweeping curtsey. "So his highness really condescends to visit his slaves once more!"
I stopped her saucy mouth with half a dozen kisses, remarking that I had been away from them nearly fifteen hours, and that I really had a good deal to do in the way of attending to my duties on board the ship.
"And pray may I ask," continued Isidora, "if you consider it part of your duty to have a girl up by the legs bottom upwards, and shove that abominable cock of yours into her while in that position?"
"Oh certainly," replied I with becoming gravity. "It is invariably my duty to do so, providing that the young lady does not object to it. If she should, then it becomes my duty to accommodate her in some other way. Pray how will you have it this morning?"
"No way at all sir," was the brief reply.
"I'm sorry for that," was my response, "for I came here to say a kind of loving good-bye; for of course our farewells on the wharf at Cadiz we are rapidly approaching, must be nothing more than mere politeness, and I shall have my duties to attend to besides. But if you do not desire my company, I can bid you adieu now with many thanks to you and Donna Isabella for your great kindness, which shall never hereafter be spoken about by me. You may depend on my honor." And with this I was moving away, when Isabella exclaimed:
"Don't mind her nonsense, Dufour; she is a little goose, and as jealous as possible; for being at the closet yesterday, she saw you get into that pretty Creole girl in some extraordinary position; and after witnessing the whole proceeding from beginning to end, she came back here half mad with lust and jealousy. But if she does not want you, I do! And she can please herself if I have had the first skimming of the cream; let us see what sort of order you are in." So saying, the licentious lady pulled down my trousers without much ceremony, and discovered my lordly tool, hot and fiery.
"The dear fellow!" she exclaimed, stooping down and kissing it. "I think I will get down on my hands and knees Dufour and then you can take your choice where to get in who knows, perhaps you will be so charmed by the sight of my broad white buttocks as to give it to me both ways one after the other. I have had that flattering circumstance happen to me, I assure you I took it as a very high compliment!"
As she made this remark, she made preparation by taking off the black silk robe entirely, and tucking up her undergarments while Isidora remarked: "Don't be so greedy, Isabella, I'm sure after our friend rogers you once, and you get, as you say, his first cream, that ought to satisfy you I think I ought to have the second turn, don't you think so, dear Dufour? I'm sorry I spoke to you as I did just now, but indeed I did not mean it, it was only sauciness; you will fuck me or do what you like to me after you have done something to her, won't you darling?"
So saying she put her arm 'round my neck, kissing me and caressing me. I hastily whispered that I would; but I had no time to lose for Isabella was already in attitude and was wriggling her rump about impatiently.
"Never mind that absurd girl!" she exclaimed. "But come on! My spunk is almost flowing as it is; and the insertion of your spigot into the cask will make the liquor spout out."
She never said a truer word in her life she was so very ripe and ready and such a full-blooded, powerful voluptuous woman, that I had scarcely driven three times into her before I could perceive by the upheaving of her magnificent butt that my tool had reached the right spot and was producing the due effect. And then as her liquor burst forth, saturating my machine with its precious slime, and her rump, instead of upheaving, began to yield and cringe to every stroke of the battering ram so that I had to hold her up with my arm under her belly.
But as I, on my part administered the injection of animal oil, I released her from her constrained position, and she sank down quietly with her belly on the sofa, taking me of course, down with her. As I lay half exhausted on her bottom, my fatigued priapus still reposing in her warm bath, Isidora took charge of my released staff and examined and handled my balls, and to feel and pat my bottom then she gave a look at her person to see that she was all right when her turn came; she pulled her black silk stockings half way up her thighs; she divided the lips of her cunt and wiped it dry with her pocket handkerchief; and then, bending her sweet face down to mine she said in a low tone:
"Had you better not come out of her, dearest? You will recover far sooner if you do!"
This I was very well aware of, but I did not want to part on bad terms with Isabella either, for really she had been very kind and had done the best she could for me in every way; and if she was a voluptuous and licentious woman, that was all the better for me; it certainly was not for me to find fault with such a trait in her character as that. So as she turned her sweet face on the cushion, I kissed her and pressed her, and complimented her on the size and beauty of her rump, and the delightful way in which she had worked it as soon as she felt my prick fairly into her cunt. She merely murmured in reply that she thought I would have preferred the smaller orifice, as it was so temptingly displayed, but that perhaps I would see what I could do for her after giving her sister a turn; she was not so heartless and selfish she said as to wish to deprive her sister of her fair share of pleasure. Highly approving of this Christian frame of mind, I drew myself out of her, and she lazily turned 'round upon the sofa fanning herself, as she lay with her thighs extended which was a luxurious posture enough. The weather being warm Donna Isidora did not seem inclined to give me much respite, for I had hardly seated myself, when she whispered to me, "Would you like to fuck me in the style you were doing that pretty girl last night? I will submit to anything you like."
I told her yes, certainly that I should if she thought she could bear it, whereupon she laughed and said the sooner the better, and getting down on her knees began to suck my prick in order to bring me into an efficient state as soon as possible. A man must be very far gone indeed when his cock fails to stand on being inserted into a beautiful woman's mouth, and I was pretty strong and voluptuous in those days, whatever I may be now."
"Indeed my dear Hector," exclaimed Madame d'Ermonville. "I think you are pretty lusty, not to say lustful now; quite enough for any reasonable woman I assure you!"
At this we all laughed and he continued:
"Well on the occasion I refer to, my gentleman was not long in asserting his dignity I assure you: to my satisfaction and the delight of Isidora. By way of overture to the business I asked her to let me do as I pleased, and on her assenting, I took up her petticoats and gently slapped her buttocks, as she selected the nicest cushions and pillows to lie her head upon that her sister had left at her disposal. But Isabella behaved most unexpectedly well; for recovering from her laziness and exhaustion she got up and without making any fuss quietly arranged the pillows in the way that was most suitable for her sister's head, then saying that she knew how a fuck of this kind ought to be managed. She came on my left hand side as I sat between Isidora's legs, and told me that one leg would be almost as much as I could manage; she would lift the other. I was very much obliged to her for her assistance, for Isidora was a much heavier girl than Cora. Besides the latter had her legs suspended. In this case I took Isidora's right leg over my right shoulder while her sister held up her left with both her hands as high as she could and drew it apart so as to cause the greatest possible display of her thighs and the cheeks of her butt. If my cock had not been standing before you may be sure it would have done so now, indeed it did acquire a certain additional rigidity, not outwardly visible perhaps, but quite perceptible to my own sensations.
Now my readers will recollect that I had not fucked Isidora that day before; I had merely entered the supplementary orifice, and the result was that I suppose my young lady had been tightening up. Whether on that account, or the extraordinary stiffness of my swollen cock, or from her peculiar position, or perhaps from all three reasons, I had no sooner plunged my weapon into her elastic sheath when my pretty victim exclaimed: "Oh my good heavens!"
I hope ladies I will not suffer in your good opinion, or make myself liable to the accusation of cruelty, when I say that this exclamation, not being of absolute pain, rather excited me than discouraged me, and absolutely made me repeat the thrust still more forcibly to the intense delight of Donna Isabella, who coolly remarked with regard to our relative positions, that with such a cock as mine I ought to be able to rub the thing against her sister's back bone.
"Do you feel it nice, Isidora?" she continued.
"Oh yes, yes, now it is!" exclaimed the sweet girl, working her slender waist up and down as I repeated my thrusts with increased vigor; and then of course it was the old story; mutual praises, caresses and transports; only in this case we injected our juices both at precisely the same moment, and so palpably and forcibly was this done, that Donna Isabella addressing her sister said in a somewhat grave tone: "I'll tell you young lady, that is very well for you that you have been done in this upside down fashion, or you would have been got in the family way as sure as your name is Isidora! You would look well with a great bay window sticking out in front of you before you have been married!"
"But you think in this case Donna Isabella, there is no fear whatever," said I.
"No Monsieur, I think not," she replied. "A girl might possibly be got with child when she presents herself with her rump up, but it is highly improbable, indeed I for one don't believe it. If a girl lays on her back, or sits on a chair facing her lover, or reclines on the edge of a bed, or even stands upright facing him, she must look out for the consequences, but kneeling down as I did to you just now, or placing herself something in the fashion of a wheel-barrow, as this modest young lady has just done, sitting on her lover's lap with her thighs and something else open, in none of these fashions do I consider she runs the slightest chance."
"But pray Isabella," I answered, "what is your opinion of that beautiful posture where the lady rides triumphantly over the gentleman, undertaking the greater share of the work?"
"Well," she replied, "I can hardly decide, I should say it was an even chance; you see the loving couple are face to face, and so far their mutual transports are likely to take effect, but then from the lady's position she is uncommonly likely to spill her own precious fluid, and her lover's also. And of course it would be better for both parties if she did so: but if she should conclude her share of the game quietly, gently and lovingly; receiving her friend's prick into her innermost recesses without much ecstatic motion and then and there reciprocated his emission: I should say that disagreeable consequences would ensue: and to speak plainly, disagreeable or no, she would have a child."
"Bless us, Isabella, how learned we are!" exclaimed Isidora, half laughing.
"It is well that there should be some one who knows something about hot-blooded, silly girls like you," replied her sister, "or else Cadiz would be half full of unmarried girls walking about with swelled bellies."
"But then in the case of the Algerine pirates, you know sister," replied Isidora demurely, "it is not a girl's own fault!"
"Algerine pirates indeed!" laughed Isabella, "is that the story you have made up your mind to tell?"
"Excuse my interrupting you, sweet ladies," said I, "but I wish to remark that there will be no necessity for any explanation or excuses whatever. Nothing will be said about our lovely passengers, by any man on board this ship, we officers hope that we have too much of the nature of gentlemen to commit such a dirty trick as boasting of our happiness, and the men neither will not dare talk. The only man I'm afraid of is that animal Pedro Gonzales, and the captain has given him such an enormous quantity of strong punch that he will have no memory left for anything that has happened on board this ship. So dear ladies, have no fear that your reputations will be at all injured by the fact that you have graced the Estelle with your presence."
So saying I kissed them both warmly, and I say it without boasting, that they felt very sad at saying farewell.
"What I had been saying to Isabella and her sister, Captain Rohan had been saying to Donna Francisca and her two lovely daughters; and gave them similar assurances; and I consider," continued Capt. Dufour rising from his seat, "that as we are now concluding our voyage, I can at the same time conclude my story no better than by making similar assurance to my fair passengers."
Here with one voice we told him that it was quite unnecessary and he bowed politely.
"We sighted the Bill of Portland at sunset," he said, "and I shall lie to until daybreak, when a pilot boat or a fishing smack may offer you the opportunity of getting ashore. But should none such occur, I will risk it, although from certain escapades of mine I had rather not fall 'in with any of the British revenue cruisers."
"Pray don't run any risk on our account, Capt. Dufour."
"Ah, Madame this is the last happy night I shall spend -"
"Until you get back to Cora," interrupted my mother.
"Now Madame, you shall pay me for your piquant sauciness!" exclaimed Dufour.
And after a few glasses of champagne our little party broke up.
CHAPTER XXIII
What happened between madame and
Captain Dufour after our party separated for the night, as noticed in my last chapter, I don't know, or at least I don't say, I only heard her one remark, just before I had stripped myself, and that was: "You have hurt me for the first time, Hector, since I have been on board your ship: you have never hurt my rump hole, when you thought proper to enter it, narrow as it may be, nor did I ever find any position you liked to place me in painful, but really, this position of standing upon one's head does not suit a full grown woman of middle age like myself. It might suit Auguste and Agnes, but really I am too heavy to be played such tricks ah well it is all very fine to beg pardon, and I suppose as this is the last night I must be indulgent; so if you will kneel humbly, and kiss and suck the aggrieved part a little, I may perhaps permit you to enjoy yourself a little more."
Of course I had no doubt of the results; the only thing I was afraid of was that my mother might not be able to move about in the morning, and that the gallant Hector Dufour might prefer lying in his bed to taking care of his ship. But I turned to my sweet Agnes, who had by this time stripped to her chemise and stockings, and was in the act of taking off her slippers, and asked her what she thought of Madame's remarks.
"I dare say, dearest Auguste," she replied, "that she is very heavy, and perhaps the Captain is very violent, but if you meant to ask me if I'm afraid of you: in the first place I don't think you would hurt me; and if you thought proper to do so willfully, I would try and think that you did not mean it, and that you were only recklessly and thoughtlessly enjoying yourself; and that the comfort of your poor little, loving Agnes had escaped your mind, during the lustful feeling of the moment."
Now I must acknowledge that I was going to try and commit some vagaries with Agnes; I was excited with the stories that Dufour had been telling us, and quite intended to put my sweet friend into some outrageous postures! But really, when I heard such a loving, trustworthy speech as the above, I had no time for any nonsensical preliminaries, nor did I need any extraordinary exhibitions to excite me unnaturally. I clasped her in my arms, calling her all the sweet, loving names I could think of; and saying, naturally enough, nothing about my intentions, while she naturally enough, put her hand down to where my greedy monster of a cock was standing and guided it towards her dear little cunt as she had only her chemise on, and I was stripped to my shirt, there was very little difficulty in this proceeding; and as I got into her, I kept forcing her backwards, until I got her fairly down on the sofa bed of the after cabin and really between sleeping and waking, I can't tell how many times I fucked her, when we were called in the morning I fancied I had been soaking in her all night; and the darling herself looked very much exhausted, but, like herself, declared that she felt quite well and not at all tired. When we came on deck, we were warned by our friendly Captain to prepare for immediate departure, he had hailed an English fishing boat which for a trifling sum agreed to put us ashore on the Isle of Wight, whence we could easily get across to Portsmouth, and thence procure a conveyance to London. As we did not wish Dufour and his semi-reputable craft to get into trouble, we agreed at once to this line of proceeding, and my mother having placed in his hands a letter for Father Eustace, as a certificate of our safe arrival, and a guarantee that Dufour's fidelity would be all right in similar cases, I squared accounts with the jovial commander, made a present to the crew, and we stepped on board the fishing smack which ran us into the small harbor of Ryde in a very short space of time. The men were civil; my mother spoke English very tolerably, so that we were soon made acquainted with a decent inn, and also with particulars of crossing between Ryde and Portsmouth.
Indeed the people whom we came across seemed all disposed to be attentive, partly from a feeling entertained by the English at that time, that all foreigners were benighted unfortunates, and as helpless as children, and partly, I have no doubt, from the evident fact that our small party was by no means deficient in money. Be that as it may, we got across to Portsmouth in comfort, and thence we took post-chaise to London. Now I am bound to admit, that a post-chaise is a vehicle by no means adapted for three people, especially when one of the three is a fine woman like my mother, with plenty of flounces, but we managed very well, excellently well indeed. Agnes chiefly sat on my lap, and indeed more than once, we did not confine ourselves to that quiescent state; for Madame graciously requested us not to mind her and we didn't; and I fucked Agnes delightfully with her bottom upon my lap, while Madame lifted up her clothes and watched the whole proceeding with great interest not to say envy. When we arrived in London, we drove to Gerard St., Soho.
It seems that on his first arrival in London, my father, as I suppose I must call Monsieur d'Ermonville, had taken lodgings; but after a short time determined on taking a house for himself, and why not? He was rich, comparatively, we were bringing over some more money and valuables: his having a house of his own would enable him to maintain a position, and be of service in the way of hospitality, and otherwise to his poorer fellow emigrants. So when we were received at Gerard St., we were agreeably surprised to find the house furnished rather in an odds and ends style, but comfortable enough, a French man cook and two pretty servant women; one of whom, Harriette, seemed to have some experience, while the other, Lucy, was almost a girl, and seemed innocent enough. The old gentleman seemed unfeignedly glad to see us; indeed he seemed so fond of his wife, and so amorously inclined, that I quite pitied the old boy, and regretted that he was not able to raise a prick stand.
You see, dear reader, that a fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind; and when I saw the worthy old fellow kissing my mother, and groping with his hands up her fat thighs, I resolved although it was no business of mine, that if any of my little arts or experience could enable him to perform duty, they should not be wanting. My mother formally introduced Agnes to him as Mademoiselle Latour, a young lady who had been compelled to make her escape from the convent, and whom she had taken under her protection. Now the old gentleman was too old a stager to be taken in by this altogether. He looked at Agnes critically, then at me; then taking several consecutive pinches of snuff, finally remarked: "Come and kiss me my dear, you are a very sweet girl! I don't think Auguste could have done better!" Then turning around again to me, shaking his fist and saying: "You young dog! Would nothing less serve you than dragging a novice out of a convent? Pretty work! But I suppose as long as you thought of your own comfort you did not care."
"You have been taking care of your own comfort, Monsieur, and exhibiting your taste in the selection of two such very pretty waiting maids," remarked Madame d'Ermonville, laughingly.
"Oh yes," replied he, somewhat confused, "I always like to have about me what is pretty and good now my cook is good, as you will say when you have supper; it ought to be ready now, so come along."
And a capital supper we had. That night there was great distress in the snug room appropriated to Agnes and myself: before going to sleep I was about to enjoy the sweet girl's charms as usual, when she burst into tears and said I must not touch her; I was about to be rather angry at first, but a few words of explanation coupled with the recollection that it was not quite a month since I had known her, soon revealed the fact that she was laboring under her monthly complaint.
Now I am sure that the little enforced abstinence produced by this must have a good effect upon a young man; but then the devil of it is that a youth of my years does not think so, and for want of my usual allowance of comfort I turned and tumbled about the bed all night; only abstaining from getting into Agnes' rump from her assurance that it was in such a dreadful mess that that little spot was equally unapproachable with her cunt. The poor girl saw that I was vexed, and wanted to frig me, by way of appeasing my appetite, but I would not let her, and avowing my determination to fuck one of the handsome servant girls the next morning, by way of satisfaction, I at length fell asleep.
The next morning I was awakened by Agnes kissing me, and as soon as I opened my eyes, she expressed her hope that I was not angry with her; to which I of course replied very properly that I was not so in the least; that the predicament she was in was no fault of hers; and that I should be a brute to blame her for it. Only, I exclaimed, that I had been used during the last fortnight or more to such luxurious fucking that it gave me a sudden shock to be so suddenly and unexpectedly deprived of it so saying I kissed, comforted and caressed her; while she on her part declared that I was her own dear, good boy, and that I should not go very long without a cunt, or a bottom, or something comfortable if she could possibly manage it. And with that I was obliged to be content.
After I rose I went as in duty bound to the bed-side of my reputed father, to pay my respects to him and ask him how he passed the night. I found him in rather low spirits: he it seems had been disappointed as well as myself but from a different cause.
"I am sorry to say, my dear son," he remarked, "that I was quite deceived in my powers last night and altogether failed in producing the desired effect upon the secret charms of your mother, my beautiful Henrietta: do what I would in the way of exciting myself, my virile member would not do his duty properly; and it was the more vexatious as I am sure she wanted it: indeed after such a long abstinence she must be sure to want it."
"Certainly, sir," replied I, maintaining a countenance of admirable gravity, "do you think that a course of strong tonics, together with regular cold water ablutions might produce the desired effect?"
"Why they might do so, my boy," he replied, "but I will consult a celebrated apothecary this very day upon the subject. But an idea strikes me in the meantime. I think if you were to roger your lovely friend Mademoiselle Latour, in my presence, that the sight of two handsome young people enjoying themselves would do more for me than all the apothecaries' stimulants in London."
"I should be very happy to oblige you sir, I'm sure," I replied, "and so would Agnes, but the fact is I am also disappointed." And here I related to him the unfortunate contretemps with regard to Agnes' situation.
"Good Lord! How unfortunate!" he said. "What is to be done now?"
"Perhaps one of your pretty servant girls, Harriette or Lucy," I hinted.
"The very thing," he exclaimed. "They would either of them be only too proud; but we'll have up Lucy; it will be a capable introduction for her to a prick."
"So she is a virgin then?" I asked.
"Why no, you can hardly call her so, for what with tallow candles, and carrots, and Harriette's fingers, and my fingers, to say nothing of her own, I don't suppose you'll find much of an obstacle in the shape of a maiden-head; but she says she has never had a prick, and Harriette confirms it, and I believe them. You see Harriette is partly a French girl, and is a niece to my cook, and I can trust her."
"Certainly sir," I replied, "then suppose we have Lucy up; and if Madame d'Ermonville makes herself attractive to you during the proceeding, you may very probably be able to do her business for her."
"By all means," said the old sinner, chuckling as he proceeded in his night gown and slippers into Madame's dressing room, to inform her of the catastrophe that had happened to Agnes, and of our intended plot.
I knew my mother would make no objection; for she liked to see a bit of good, staunch, lusty fucking as well as anybody. Accordingly she came into the room quite cheerfully, and only wanted to know what position I proposed to place Lucy in, so as to give the finest possible view. I thought more could be seen ofl her, and the working of my tool into her, if she was placed on all fours upon the bed, and I got into her that way; that position producing such a development of the butt and cunt, that every shove and its effects are plainly visible.
"True," said Madame thoughtfully, "but what posture shall we assume?"
"Why I thought," I replied, "that if you leant back upon the bed with your rump upon the edge, each leg supported upon a chair, and your head upon a pillow -"
"Then I should see nothing, you silly boy! No, no, I'll lean over the bed and welcome, but it must be with my bottom towards Monsieur; he will like that just as well or better; I can elevate one of my legs on a chair, so as to divide my buttocks quite widely enough for any reasonable purpose, and then we shall both be able to see your interesting performance. I only wish the dear old soul would raise a good prick stand, for to tell you the truth I rather feel the want of it! Just feel here; there is no impropriety in your feeling."
I am sure if she had no objection, I had none, so I at once passed my hand up her petticoats and into her cunt, which I found quite open and at fever heat, with the clitoris protruding. Upon my word I felt sorry for her, and that she should be mated to such a physically worthless old man; but I told her that I sincerely hoped that after seeing the performance we could get his cock stiffened up, he would be able to make her spunk, even if he were unable to perform that interesting feat upon his own account. At this juncture Lucy made her appearance, looking very fresh and pretty in her neat cotton gown, little net cap, and clean cotton stockings. My mother immediately addressed her in English, for Lucy knew very little French, telling her what she was wanted for; and Lucy who first was confused and hesitated, finally smiled, and said, that to oblige Madame and her young Master who looked so handsome and good natured, she would do the best she could.
As nothing could be more agreeable than this, I gave her two or three very warm kisses which she really seemed to like the flavor of, for she returned me them with interest.
Then my mother explained to her the position which she considered it desirable that she should occupy; this seemed at first rather to surprise her, until she was informed that the posture was selected in order that she might make the greatest possible exhibition of herself. On this she laughed and blushed again, and slowly mounted upon the bed; I, as she did so, having a full view of her pretty white posteriors, and kissing, and feeling her cunt, bottom hole and highs. Before mounting upon the bed and upon Lucy, at the request of Madame, I placed her in an attitude, with her clothes properly drawn up, and her right leg supported upon a chair. As she leaned forward, her face came very near Lucy's rump, which was just the very thing that she desired. Then it was time to summon Monsieur, who had been in his dressing room, rubbing his prick with some stimulating ointment. As he came out of his dressing room, I got upon the bed, and gently opened with my tongue the cunt of the trembling Lucy; I then knelt down and handling my lordly priapus, introduced him to fresh quarters. Lucy was very tight, notwithstanding the baneful effects of such mancines as carrots and candles. And her surprise seemed so genuine when after two thrusts I got my whole length into her, that I believe it to be perfectly true that she had never had a prick into her before; and although she did not scream, she gave vent to sundry exclamations.
"Oh Madame, how hot and stiff it is! Why I feel as if he would burst me open! He is half way up my belly!" and so on.
I was by no means hurrying myself as I wanted poor Monsieur d'Ermonville to have the full benefit of my proceedings. Indeed I addressed him with, "Can you see everything sir, fine rump has she not?"
"I have got a fine rump here, my son, and am well into the cunt, but I fear that I shall never produce the effects that you are producing, it is all very pleasant as long as it lasts, but I fear I shall not be able to spunk, or make your mother spunk either."
On this I looked enquiringly at Madame, who slightly shook her head, remarking: "I fear, indeed, Auguste, he will not, he is doing his best and is tolerably stiff but he has neither length or thickness, and I require both; I don't know what I shall do, indeed I don't, I do want it so; but don't wait for us, enjoy yourself with Lucy, as I can see that the happy moment is arriving."
This was easily perceptible, as the pretty waiting maid was beginning to wriggle and heave her rump about in the most ecstatic manner. But I have described fucking scenes and of the most exciting character so often that I should hardly be excused in transcribing the particulars of this one, were it not that the situation of Monsieur and Madame, on the edge of the bed, and Lucy's freshness and innocence gave it a peculiarity. As soon as I had quite finished with the latter, I turned her over and kissed her, while she thanked me unaffectedly, for the great pleasure I had given her, and handling my prick, still moist with slime, with some curiosity, remarked that she had no idea before what a nice thing it was, and how much pleasure it was capable of affording. Then she innocently asked when it would stand stiff again. At which question, Madame, notwithstanding her vexation and disappointment, laughed outright. At this juncture I took a peep at our elders' proceedings. He was still stiff, but not only wanted length and thickness, but also strength of loins to enable him to shove it in properly: and I noticed that as he stood his knees trembled under him. Certainly in that respect it was rather a trying position for the elderly gentleman.
Madame on her part was wriggling her bottom about in the most delightful style, and the red lips of her beautiful fair-haired cunt gaped as if they wanted a more satisfying banquet than the half rations they were receiving. But it was all of no use, Monsieur's prick became limp and fell out of its receptacle; Madame put her petticoats down with a sigh, and, "Well, you have done your best, I suppose," and it was all over.
As we separated, I kissed Lucy as she went about her household duties, and went to seek Agnes; when I found her she was in the saloon superintending the breakfast table, and relating to her what had passed I made her aware that we were not the only disappointed couple in the house.
CHAPTER XXIV
AGNES APPEARED TO SYMPATHIZE DEEPLY IN my mother's disappointment, and lamented that her husband should be so incompetent; but the saucy girl would not give me a share of her sympathy.
"No, no sir," she said, "I was sorry for you last night, and early this morning, but since then you have taken care to make yourself comfortable, and are not to be pitied in the least. Pray did Lucy make a good bed-fellow? I hope she appreciated the magnificence of your highness" machine: and enjoyed herself pretty well, considering that she has hitherto been quite innocent of a man's cock, whatever other imprudences she may have been guilty of oh you needn't stare! I have heard all about it from Harriett, who is more than half a French woman, and has had a good deal of experience besides she has been talking to me without the slightest hesitation, and has even had the impudence to say that during my holiday, as she calls it, she would feel very much obliged by my permitting you to roger her."
"Well, by the Lord," exclaimed I, "that is cool at any rate; borrowing me from you as if I were a stallion cart horse! But however I am naturally humane and tender hearted, and sooner than the young woman should pine and languish, I'll split her up!"
"Very kind and accommodating of you, I'm sure," said Agnes, laughing.
At this juncture who should enter with some of the breakfast dishes, but the very Harriette in question, a handsome bold-faced girl with hazel eyes and brown hair, whose figure gave promise of very full development, as to her thighs and posteriors. She was dressed in a morning gown with a broad lilac stripe. The reader will find out subsequently why I have been so particular in mentioning these apparently trifling matters. Though I was aware she regarded me with some curiosity, she did not betray in her manner the slightest tendency to freedom either in speech or action. On the contrary, she was extraordinarily respectful to Monsieur and Madame de Ermonville, and hardly less so to Agnes and myself.
The day passed quietly and lazily enough, we who had been travelers, felt decidedly indisposed to move, and then after dinner Monsieur announced his intention of going out for a few hours to visit some friends and to spread the news of our happy arrival, I begged to decline to accompany him, and preferred one of the drawing room sofas and a book, over which I presently fell asleep. And now occurred one of the strangest circumstances which ever happened to me; indeed I am quite uncertain about the matter now. There was a boudoir opening out of the drawing room; and in this boudoir I either heard in a half waking state, or dreamt that I heard, the voices of Madame de Ermonville and Agnes talking. The conversation ran somewhat after this fashion.
"I suppose my pet, that it is because I have so lately enjoyed such a very great attention from Eustace and from Capt. Dufour, that I miss it very much; and poor Monsieur is absolutely worse than useless! He can manage to stiffen enough to make me want it, and to irritate me, and that is all."
"Indeed, my own sweet, kind Madame, I deeply sympathize with you, but what is to be done? Shall I put my hand up your thighs; the insertion of two or three fingers may perhaps have a relieving tendency!"
"Well, Agnes dear, if the worst comes to the worst," sighed the elderly lady, "I must accept your delicate young attention, but kind as you may be, your little fingers are but a poor apology for a great stiff, standing, throbbing, red-hot prick!" And here she sighed again.
"Suppose my lady that it could be contrived that -" and here she spoke so low that she was partly inaudible.
"Quite impossible, my dear Agnes," was the reply. "That would be a very outrageous, and most unusual and improper a proceeding."
"Oh, your ladyship does not quite understand me," was the laughing reply. "Surely there is no harm in his fucking Harriette as he has done Lucy, only Harriette bargains to have her face concealed: she can lean on the edge of the bed clothes you know, in a ducky room; and who knows dear Madame, but that, if you were to place yourself in a similar position, Monsieur might find himself much invigorated with his evening's walk and a glass or two of wine so that he might give Madame a sudden and quite unexpected pleasure."
"How clever you are, Agnes! I think I understand you! Who could ever have thought that a young girl such as you -could have so much ingenuity?"
And then there appeared to be some laughing and kissing going on, and I suppose I must have dozed off again (that is if I had been awake at all, or had been dreaming throughout) for the next thing that I remember was being gently shaken by the shoulder, and finding Agnes standing by my sofa, with a glass of liquor in her hand.
"Come sir," said she, "rouse up, I have good news for you!"
"I do not expect anything else from you, my darling," said I laughingly.
"Oh yes, that is all very fine," was the reply, "but as I don't want a cross, disappointed boy by my side in bed tonight, I have persuaded that fine girl Har-riette to permit you to gratify your ungovernable carnal lusts upon her person; so that there will be some chance of having peace and quietness in bed tonight. Here, drink this, it will rouse you, you are not half awake yet."
I kissed my sweet companion, and put my hand up her petticoats patting her thighs (I dare not go higher) in token of my gratification. Then as I drank my liquor, she proceeded to explain to me that for some unaccountable whim Harriette declined to have her face seen, and that I was to fuck her with her butt up as she leaned over the edge of the bed.
"But I wonder if you are all right, sir, after this morning's exertions," continued the playful girl, unbuttoning my trousers and gently chafing with her delicate hand the instrument which I believe she considered as much hers as mine; my prick namely, now just beginning to stiffen effectively.
Sure enough when we got into the apartment which had been assigned to us, there was Harriette's finely developed figure, or at least the posterior part of it visible in the twilight leaning over the edge of the bed. A scarf had been thrown over her head and shoulders; but this circumstance I did not regret in the least, when Agnes advancing drew up the lilac striped frock I have mentioned and displayed her legs, thighs and buttocks.
Now I have previously said that I was pleased to find Harriette a very fine girl and largely developed; and moreover I was aware that young women, ladies or waiting maids, who have once tasted the delights of a prick, and wish to enjoy them again, are always more than careful about their hose and under linen; through trying to be attractive. But I was not prepared for such a display as we exhibited to my enraptured view; the size and whiteness of the thighs and bottom cheeks, and the taking delicacy of the handmaid's undergarments and long silk stockings were so many unexpected stimulants to my lustful enjoyment.
As I cast loose the fastenings of my breeches, and threw off my coat, I stooped down to view the approach that my battering ram was to enter, it was fine and open, betokening a very amorous disposition, as I thought, on the part of Harriette. Then I lost no time, but pulling her thighs a little more apart and kissing them as I did so, I inserted my red hot knob, glowing like a Roman Emperor in Royal Purple, and went right in up to the balls on the very first shove.
No exclamation of distress was there! No caution to be careful, not a bit of it! On the contrary my fair friend managed to thrust out her bottom towards me in a way that showed as if it had been possible she would like to have engulfed balls and all in her glowing receptacle! And this muscular exertion she carried on, reciprocating every poke I gave her. Of course a fucking match thus vigorously carried on, cannot last very long; and I speedily gave up the ghost, but not I am happy to say before I produced a similar result with regard to my splendid paramour. I was glad of this for she evidently wanted it so much that it would have been a great pity to disappoint her, but I was rather surprised, when, as I was wiping myself dry with a towel, Agnes, who had been standing on the opposite side of the bed during the performance, bending over Harriette's head and occasionally whispering to her, came to me and said:
"Auguste dearest, do you think if you were to sit quietly for five minutes, contemplating those charms, you could repeat that process? I take such an interest in her, and she seems to consider you such a treat, poor girl! That it would be quite a charity I will frig you if you like, oh, so nicely!"
I laughed at her earnestness, but suggested that Harriette would get tired standing in one position for such a length of time. This Agnes said, the girl had just informed her would not be the case; and then without further ado she knelt down by my side, and throwing her left arm around my waist, she began to manipulate my drooping prick in her hands in a very nice and delicate manner. But it was not altogether so effective as I could wish, indeed the five minutes were rapidly passing over, and I was sure the victim on the edge of the bed who remained as motionless as a piece of statuary, must find her attitude very fatiguing.
So I suggested to Agnes that I was sure if she would take my cock into her mouth and suck it gently, that a beneficial result in the shape of a stand must immediately ensue. To this she consented, merely remarking that she trusted to my honor not to spunk in her mouth, but to keep that precious fluid for the dear creature who was so anxiously waiting for it, and in whom she seemed to take an unaccountable interest. Then as I promised, she knelt before me, and, taking my sleeping priapus into her beautiful mouth, she worked me with her lips and her tongue, so that before one minute was over, he began to lift his head in grateful acknowledgment of her attention. She then withdrew her face, saying:
"Now darling Auguste, you are not quite stiff enough perhaps to take a maiden-head, but you stand quite sufficiently to get into that lovely wide-lipped cunt that you have just been opening! And you will get stiffer as soon as you get fairly into her."
This was true enough, and I got in at once; the very fact of shoving in aided by Harriette's evident enjoyment, causing a most complete renovation of my powers. Not so complete however, but what my voluptuous friend was ready before me, and deluged my cock just when I was becoming conscious of my gradual approach to my second fit of ecstasy. "Good heavens!" thought I, "what a lubricious woman she must be!" and then a bright idea struck me. As she had quite done with my cock in her cunt for the present, why not shove it up her bottom hole? It was all over slime, and a little of her own spunk applied to the smaller orifice, which looked a very fine one, would make the entrance easy and pleasant. With this idea in my head, I collected some of her liquor from her dripping cunt, and rubbed it well into her butt, withdrew my tool from his slimy sheath, introducing him into new lodgings. My pretty hand-maid gave just one long breath as I got fairly in, and then I am bound to say that peculiar binding way in which the india rubber-like hand of her posterior orifice grasped the head upon me. I was enjoying myself so much that I wished to take my time, and prolong the delicious sensation, but nature was rampant, and would have its fling, the consequence being that after half a dozen rapturous shoves, I injected my precious fluid into some part of her bowels, she best knew where; I only know that I hope it gave her half as much pleasure as it gave me.
Then in obedience to a hint from Agnes, that I had better be off, I had done very well, I kissed the white altar of my worship affectionately (I respected her prejudices, so did not attempt to kiss her face) and withdrew to my book and sofa again.
I had not rested very long before I was rejoined by Agnes, who reported to me that Harriette had enjoyed herself extremely, and was very much obliged to me. I replied that I was very much gratified, that a more lascivious woman, or one more in want of a man's member I had never seen; and that I should always be happy to accommodate her. "That is, when you my sweet Agnes," I said, "are not able to accommodate me." Of course I got well kissed for this kind speech, as Agnes called it, and we were still fondling each other, when my mother came in, and remarked, "What, kissing again! and Auguste's hand where it usually is, up Agnes' petticoats!"
"No, not where it usually is, dear Madame," I interrupted.
"Well, very near the spot then; I should think that your exertions with Harriette, which I have just heard about, would have been sufficient to have kept you good for the remainder of the day. Did she make a fine fuck, and did you enjoy it? middling I suppose?"
With my arm still around Agnes' waist, I declared that Harriette had delighted me extremely, that of course I expected the present company her Agnes smiled at my mother in a knowing way but I was quite proud to have been the means of giving such pleasure to a young woman who wanted poking so much, and appreciated it so thoroughly. At this speech my mother, and Agnes laughed outright, and the former said: "Well, sir, during Agnes' illness, you may probably have another opportunity of enjoying yourself in a more aristocratic manner Monsieur, who has just come in, informs me that my young friend and school-fellow, Diana, the Countess de Beaucour was overjoyed when she heard of my escape, and proposes to visit me immediately. Now she hates her husband like poison, and pretends to extend her dislike to all other men, but I know better, and I have seen her eyes glisten, and her cheeks flush when she has been in company with handsome young men, in a very tell tale way. Only you must not pay too much court to her at first; be rather cool and disdainful if possible; but when once you have managed to get one hand up her petticoats, I should say the victory was won."
"Upon my word, dear Madame," said Agnes rather piqued, "I am very much obliged to you for instructing Auguste in the art of becoming unfaithful to me, I think I did pretty well this afternoon, in assisting him to fuck Harriette, and I would not have done that only that she wanted it so much, and now you are proposing another change to him. I must say I don't take it very kind."
"Now Agnes, my little pet, do be reasonable," said Madame, "How long do you suppose you will be poorly and unfit for rogering purposes a week? Very well! Very well! Is it not better then to keep this young gentleman with us during that period, and give him home comforts, than to let him ramble abroad, and find out another mistress, or perhaps two or three, for that matter, for I can tell you the London ladies are desperately and fascinating! and what with the charms of my friend Diana de Beaucour, and the attractions of Lucy and Harriette, whom he appears to admire extremely; to say nothing of occasional little fondlings on your part, the chances are that, we shall keep the power at home, all ready for you dear, by the time you are pure and clean; and I can tell you Agnes," she continued turning to her, "you'll find it like taking a second maiden-head!"
"Good gracious, I hope not!" exclaimed Agnes, at which naive speech we both burst out laughing.
However she was quite reconciled to my mother's plan, of which she saw the good sense. She would have me always with her at any rate, instead of my going gallivanting around London, and a week was not a long time to look forward to after all. I don't think she much admired the proceedings which came to pass next day, however. Shortly after noon a tolerably handsome carriage drove up and Madame, the Countess de Beaucour was announced. Immediately upon her being introduced, she and my mother flew into each other's arms, and there was an enormous quantity of kissing and hugging gone through. Then there were such a lot of questions to be asked about old times, old school-fellows, what each lady had managed to save from the wreck of her fortune, and a lot more of the same kind, that it was some time before Agnes or myself attracted the Countess' attention. In the meantime I had leisure to look at her Ladyship. She was tall and very slender, more so than Agnes. She had dark brown hair, which she wore in blonde curls and without powder. She gave me the idea of being very long limbed, and indeed the very first glimpse I had of her, suggested this idea, for as she descended the high steps of the carriage with no other assistant than that of the clumsy coachman, she showed the most ravishing length of leg, not very thick or muscular certainly, but well turned and graceful. She was the less reluctant to make this exhibition, I presume, from the fact that she was elegantly attired in white kid boots, and white silk stockings. This was not a very usual morning attire, and I presume her ladyship thought it a pity that her taste should not be seen and admired. Still I could not help thinking, that, as a "man hater," she was making herself tantalizingly attractive. She was very fascinating in her manner, and kissed Agnes kindly on my mother presenting her, as her adopted daughter, and a very sweet daughter too, she said (turning towards me) "Don't you think that when one has a a hem tolerably good looking son, that the system of adopting daughters becomes rather dangerous?"
"Oh, Auguste and Agnes may please themselves," said my mother. "The deuce they may," answered her friend. "Then no doubt they do so."
"Don't you think Auguste handsome?" asked my mother.
"Well, you know dear, that I detest all men so much, that I never like to acknowledge even to myself that any of them are decent looking, but as he is very like you, I suppose I must acknowledge that he is very handsome but he is only a boy so it does not matter.
"He would make a nice lady's page would not he, Diana?"
"Yes," said the younger lady hesitatingly, "one might do worse."
I was rather piqued by this cool dissertation upon my appearance, and replied pretty promptly, that if ever I should have the incomparable happiness of serving such a lovely mistress as the Countess de Beaucour, I should consider it my duty if I saw my lady's stocking dragging down in a slovenly wrinkle, to inform her of the fact, and beg her permission to amend it. As I said this meaningly, Diana cast her eyes down to her pretty foot, and then pulling up her silken robe disclosed what I, in my sharpness, had perceived before, namely, that one of her stockings had slipped a little from the garter, and was a little wrinkled, nothing very noticeable, but still annoying to a lady who prided herself upon her feet and legs as among her leading attractions.
"Pray Henriette, request these young people to retire into the next room, while I rectify this little matter!"
"Not I indeed," said my mother. "What harm can they do you? Indeed, I think after Auguste having made the discovery, and your acknowledging that he is only a boy, the least you can do is to allow him to put your stocking straight, unless indeed you are afraid of him."
"I afraid of him!" exclaimed the indignant Countess. "I am not afraid of a man, to say nothing of a boy! Here, young gentleman," she continued, with a defiant air, as she planted one foot upon a chair. "I suppose you'll have to begin your amateur page's duties by unfastening my garter and putting it on again when you have drawn the stocking tightly up. Now let me see how dexterously and nicely you can do it; but remember, no indelicacy! You may feel tempted or you may not; but if you are, you must bear the whole pain and punishment of looking up a pretty woman's petticoats."
"How cruel you are, Diana," exclaimed my mother, as I went down on one knee and began to investigate the delicious sphere of action in which I was going to operate. To my great delight her ladyship gartered above the knee, and as the silk stockings came half way up the thigh, I had a glorious opportunity. Of course I kissed her white satin thighs; I should have been an abject fool if I had not done so; it was a bolder stroke for me to kiss her cunt, but after replacing her stocking and tightening her garter, I did so and almost fancied that the sweet orifice opened to, and reciprocated, my caress. But all that the man-hating Countess said, was, "Mind, Henriette, I warn this young fellow who is taking liberties with my person, and who of course, is getting into a fearful state of what beastly men call prick stand, that I shall not allow him to consumate his wishes no, not if he is ready to burst! He may go to your adopted daughter there, who is one of the loveliest girls I ever saw, and assuage his brutal lust upon her sweet person; but me he shall not touch."
"Agnes is poorly," explained my mother, in a remonstrating tone. "I am sorry for it," was the cool reply, "for I am sure your young gentleman must be very rampant by this time, and I should liked to have seen him split up a beautiful girl!"
"Thank you, Madame la Countess," said Agnes making her a demure curtsey.
"Well," my mother remarked, "I think, Diana, you are grown very selfish and hard-hearted; and if you don't know what is good for you, you ought to be taught it; how long is it since you had a man's prick up you?"
"Quite three months," was the reply. "I encouraged a gentleman to amuse myself and give him pain by finally refusing him, and turning him out of the house disdainfully; but he was too many for me, and had me down on the sofa with his cock up to my kidneys and his balls hanging against my rump-hole, before I could either ring the bell or call for assistance."
"A capital hint," said my mother. "Agnes, if you will take firm hold of her right arm, I will grasp her left, Auguste will take care of her legs, which I think will do very well as they are at present, with one foot supported on a chair, we will hold her up among us, and Auguste shall fuck her until she acknowledges that she likes it."
"Ah, ha! Madame la Countess," said Agnes, "how will you like being split up, instead of poor little me?"
Now I never really did see an actual rape committed, the nearest approach to it being the scene when
Agnes herself was strapped to the bed for me to take her virginity, so I do not know how hard a woman can struggle when she is determined not to have a cock. But I think I know how hard a lady can struggle when she is a professed man-hater, against all men in general, and against admitting them into her person in particular, and her inclinations have all the time a secret tendency towards what she outwardly despises. In such a case the victim does not fight very hard. Certainly Diana de Beaucour did not make much of a struggle; she reproached my mother and Agnes with disgracing her, and "polluting" her (I had got my tongue into her cunt) and was taking my breeches down, and as I rose up, bringing up with me her robes and under-linen, and displaying her tall and aristocratic, but slender person to advantage, my mother exclaimed, "Now Auguste, if you cannot fuck her well with her in this position, and fuck her very well, too! you are not the youngster I take you for! Mind you make her spunk! We'll hold her clothes up, so that you can do what you like with your hands."
After all, change is a great thing; and in this case there was novelty in the whole circumstances of the case. The haughty Countess, a professional, man-hater, extraordinarily decked, so as to make her secret charms attractive to the men she effected to despise her peculiar position, upright, and unsupported, except by my mother and Agnes her reluctance real or feigned her partial struggles and above all the beautiful view I had of her, and the caresses I had been bestowing upon her secret charms, all these combined to set me on fire in a very uncommon way, even for me; so that when I fairly introduced the glowing end of my cock into her person all feelings of delicacy were cast to the winds, and I rammed into her like a young bull.
At first she exclaimed, "Mon. de Ermonville, this is an insult which I shall never forgive!" Here I kissed her beautiful mouth. "You hurt me, sir!" here I gave a harder shove; and as I went on she exclaimed in broken tones, "You might at least have put me upon a sofa! Oh my, oh, dear, dear, dear Auguste! Ah, shove it up higher, I am beginning to feel so strange!" And then, to the intense delight of my mother and Agnes, she began to wriggle and shove her bottom to meet my pushes half way; clasping me to her breast (for Agnes had judiciously let go her right arm and merely supported her by her shoulders) and rolling her tongue around mine as we mingled our lascivious kisses. At last we ejected simultaneously and copiously; she sinking almost lifeless in my arms; and I, in hardly a better predicament supporting her and letting her down upon the sofa, while my fair assistants prepared soft cushions to make the head and shoulders comfortable.
Then, as I knelt down beside her with my head between her beautiful thighs; she murmured to my mother, who was caressing her, while Agnes went for some wine. "This is all very fine and delicious as long as it lasts, you know Henriette, but I strongly fear that this, dear, naughty ravisher," stroking my head and patting my cheeks as she said so, "has got me with child!"
"Well, dearest Diana, never mind if he has, it will do you good it will fill your figure out."
"Fill my belly out you mean, I suppose," answered the Countess, "but I suppose I must take my chances, but I must confess that I should like to have some more, for I never enjoyed fucking so much in my life; he did shove it up for me most deliciously."
"Your charms inspired him, dear Diana," was the reply. "Ah, sighed the beautiful Countess, "I was caught in my own trap! You see I like to dress my legs and feet in this attractive way, and show them too, whenever I can get a favorable opportunity; and then men begin to imagine the charms that they don't see; and then their cocks begin to stand, and they long for something that they cannot get, and are almost mad for want of it, which is precisely the object which I usually have in view; but in this case I have been snared by my own weakness and my own passions!"
"Do you regret it, lovely Diana?" I asked, as I pressed my hot lips upon her white thighs. "Well, I suppose that I should say that I do; but in truth I do not; oh, dear Henriette, as this is partly your doings, and as you, Mademoiselle Latour (here Agnes came in with some wine) have assisted in the conspiracy I think you might spare me this dear young fellow a while; let me have him during the week that you are poorly, Agnes?"
"Dear Madame de Beaucour," replied my sweet companion, while her cheeks were suffused with blushes, and her eyes were moistened with something very like tears, "do not rob me of Auguste; he is all I have in the world, his love is everything to me; he has tasted the sweets, as he is pleased to call them, of my virgin body; and no one but he has ever penetrated my secret treasures. And I love him so! And I fear that your superior charms and other attractions will draw him away from me. Nay, do not mistake me," she continued, perceiving that both the elder ladies were going to begin to remonstrate, "I am not selfish, I am no dog in the manger, but while I am poorly I am sure I should like Auguste to be consoled by such a beautiful and accomplished lady as the Countess de Beaucour, but, with Madame de Ermonville's permission, I should like the consoling process to go on here."
At this speech we all laughed; but my mother said: "Seriously Diana, she is right! That jealous disagreeable husband of yours would be sure to hear of Auguste being in your house; and then there would be high words and perhaps worse; whereas here you can enjoy yourselves in peace and tranquility, without scandal, and to the satisfaction of our sweet young friend here, who I think has yielded up her rights very gracefully."
"I quite agree to the truth of what you say Henriette, and will if you please, come here daily for a week, or until Auguste is tired of me, or Agnes turns me out. My sweet Agnes, to show you that I am not ungrateful, permit me to ask if in your hurried flight you brought away any great stock of millinery?"
"Indeed I did not, Madame," replied Agnes.
"Then I am very glad to hear it," said the Countess, "for you shall come with me to my milliners this very afternoon; and in a day or two you shall be decked out so that this young gentleman here, who seems to be mistaking my thighs for something to eat, will think you handsomer than ever. Do you like this style of thing, my dear?" she continued, raising one of her legs in the air for Agnes' inspection. Agnes replied that she thought it was charming, and I said it was superb.
"Oh, very well," said she, "if you both like this way of dressing feet and legs, on the very morning when
Agnes is better and is able to sustain your attack, she shall be decorated in exactly a similar way; she shall wear a white silk dress too, like a bride, indeed you will feel pretty much the same I can tell you; such a young girl as you are closes up very tight after a week's respite."
"So I have been telling her, my dear Countess," said my mother, "and she seemed to get frightened!"
"Oh, nonsense, frightened!" said the countess. "I shall be here myself, and see how the dress fits, and how the pretty white boots look when they are raised in the air, and crossed over Master Auguste's back!"
"How kind you are, dear Madame de Beaucour," said I taking one of her hands and kissing it.
"Am I?" asked she emphatically, "then perhaps sir, you'll show your gratitude; and instead of kissing and talking nonsense about the mossy orifice of mine, you will put something into it, for the poor little thing gapes as if it was hungry!" And so I did, not only then but every day for a week until Agnes announced that she was recovered and was again desirous of my company. What befell upon this, my kind readers, may soon learn, in the meantime, my story for the time at least, concludes.
