NUNNERY TALES, long suppressed and difficult to obtain, was originally published, according to that indefatigable bibliographer Ashbee, by W. Dugdale in the years 1866, 1867 and 1868. The first edition was done in three volumes, probably one volume each year, and the price was two guineas per volume.
It was described by Dugdale in his catalogue thus: "every stretch of voluptuous imagination is here fully depicted, rogering, ravishing, ramming, one unbounded scene of lust, lechery and licentiousness." Ashbee tends to condemn this book in much the same way he did the famed Bagnio Miscellany, considering it to be unworthy largely, I think, because he did not understand either its purpose or method.
A careful reading in the light of modern knowledge of the working of the human mind will reveal that, while the characters are hardly drawn from life, they are drawn with great exactitude from the revery of Everyman, in which such scenes of voluptuousness are the order of the day. What man does not wish he could fuck continuously? Or that partners were available to allow him to do so without quesion or hesitation? The answers are obvious, and just as obvious is the fact that this story, emerging from the sexual fantasies of its author, touches on some or all of the fantasies shared by many only the many people who are so touched are not usually willing to admit it.
But the psychology of erotic literature is not to the point here, really. There awaits you a fine story, well told and worthy of the time and attention necessary to enjoy it.
-Dale Koby, A.B., M.A. Atlanta, Georgia January, 1968
CHAPTER I
They find my dear Augustus, that your Father has left France in safety," exclaimed my Mother, on receiving the intelligence to that effect from the friend in Dieppe, where my Father had endeavored to escape across the channel, to avoid the inevitable fate, which, as an aristocrat, would be sure to befall him at the hands of the red Republicans, "but until we get news from England to enable us to endeavor to join him there, I really hardly know where to look for refuge, at least as far as I am concerned, I have a temporary home, for my younger sister Agatha is Abbess of the convent of Ste. Claire, but there are two objections to my going there, one is that those ferocious monsters of Sans Culottes, talk of suppressing convents and priests altogether, and the other objection refers to you, my dear boy. I could not think of taking refuge and exposing you to danger; but how to take a youth of seventeen into a convent full of young nuns is a perfect puzzle to me."
"Pooh! Pooh! My dear Mother!" I exclaimed. "Before the convents are suppressed, we shall be in safety in England, and as for getting me snugly into the convent, here we are about the same height and very like, so you must dress me up the best way you can, and introduce me as your sister, or niece, or friend, or something or other."
"You are an impudent for imagining any such idea," replied my mother, laughing, "but you forget one thing, it will be impossible to deceive my sister, Agatha."
"Try, at all events," I said, "and if the worst comes to the worst, we must let her into our secret and trust to her kindness."
"Your plan is a bold one," replied my mother, "if not a rash one; but as I cannot suggest any other at present, we will endeavor to put it into execution let me see," she continued in a musing tone, "you had better be represented as a niece of your father's first wife (my father had been twice married, and was much in advance of my mother in years), and even then Agatha may have her suspicions but n'importe, we will risk it mind you do not look so bold, and stride so wide in your walk as you usually do, and I will dress you suitable tomorrow morning."
"Nay, my dearest mother," I replied, "we know not what may happen this afternoon or tomorrow morning if we are discovered to be any connection of Mon. de'Ermonville, the escaped aristocrat, we shall never see the Convent of Ste. Claire, or any other place of refuge, there is plenty of time yet this day, so while I go and hire a fiacre, do you search and lay out suitable apparel for me, and you shall dress me when I return."
"You are right, Auguste, or rather Augustine, as I must now call you, go and do so quickly."
I lost no time in getting a conveyance, the driver of which I knew I could depend upon, and in twenty minutes with my mother's assistance, I was completely metamorphosed from a handsome youth into a tall, bold looking, but still not ill looking girl, however, as the reader will readily understand, and the sequel will show, I could not be completely metamorphosed into a young lady, and there remained one very important difference, suffice it, in the meantime we packed up my mother's jewelry, and some of our most valuable attire (I had some of both sexes), and prepared for the street. We had previously given my mother's femme de chambre a holiday to visit some fete or procession or other, to make sure that when she returned and found us gone, the clothes, etc., missing, she would take it for granted that we had either attempted to make our escape to join my father, or that we had been arrested and thrown into prison either case would account for the clothes and jewels. We passed the barrier with but little molestation, and before sun-down arrived at the postern gate of the convent of Ste. Claire. We were most cordially welcomed by my aunt, the Lady Abbess of Ste. Claire, who, however, could not help lamenting the necessity which there was for us to take refuge with her, -I noticed that she stared at me with great curiosity and whispered apart to my mother. The answer that she received seemed to be only partly satisfactory as she shrugged her shoulders and slightly smiled as she glanced at me: "I do not doubt your step-daughter's discretion, but I hope that she will recollect, that she is Mademoiselle de Ermonville, and will behave as becomes her rank and sex." This was addressed to me with very pointed emphasis, but all my reply was a low, sweeping curtsey, at which feminine performance my mother could not repress her smiles. "But my dear Henriette," commented the Abbess, "I fear that I must treat you inhospitably, and turn you out of the room in fact, for I am momentarily in expectation of the arrival of Father Eustace."
"Oh, I know him very well indeed," replied my mother, appearing to me rather confused, "and there is no necessity for my leaving the room unless you want a very private interview with him, Agatha."
"None of your badinage," replied the Abbess, tapping her sister's cheek, "the Father is coming here on duty."
"Those handsome young monks are always "on duty,'" muttered my mother, and here we were interrupted by a tap at the door and as the Abbess gave the necessary permission, a tall, handsome young nun entered, first making a lowly obeisance to the Superior, and a slighter recognition of the two ladies unknown (viz, my mother and myself), remarked, "I have come, Holy Mother, to receive my punishment."
"You have done well to keep your time punctually, daughter Emilie," replied the Abbess not unkindly. "It shows some degree of penitence, although the degree of the penance must rest in a great manner with
Father Eustace, yet I think I can promise that you will not be treated very severely, but stripped you will have to be, and I think slightly whipped, so you had better begin to undress yourself at once in order to save time."
"Will these ladies remain to be spectators of the proceedings?" asked Emilie, alluding to my mother and myself.
"Why it is rather unusual to allow strangers to be present," replied the Abbess, "but as these ladies are my sister and niece, I think I may venture to grant them the privilege."
"Certainly, I should like it of all things," replied my mother. "I have a great curiosity to see what penance Father Eustace, whom I know very well, will impose on a fine girl such as sister Emilie. Pray what fault has she been committing?"
"Oh, dear Lady Agatha, pray don't tell your sister," exclaimed Emilie, "I should die of shame."
"Nonsense, my child," replied the Abbess, "proceed with your disrobing yourself, and find a rod, and then go and kneel down upon that buffet in the corner, and repeat one of the penitential psalms to get yourself in the right frame of mind before the arrival of Father Eustace."
(I might mention here parenthetically, that I had on my first entrance into the room remarked this so-called buffet; and wondered what its use was! It was a sort of low divan provided with pillows and cushions, and covered with black velvet at each corner, moreover, it was furnished with leather straps and buckles.)
On this black altar then, which set off the dazzling whiteness of her skin most charmingly, the beautiful Emilie knelt down as the victim for sacrifice, and after depositing the rod between her spread legs, proceeded to her devotions or what were presumed to be such. She was stark naked with the exception of her slippers and stockings, her massive locks of black hair escaped from her cincture, hung down over her snowy shoulders; I was not altogether without experience in women's charms, for instance I was more than intimate with a pretty grisette, a seamstress, who lived in the top floor of the house in the Rue Joubet; she very sweet and loving, and appreciated by fucking her in the most flattering style; also the young house-maid, a particular favorite of my mother's, while making her lady-ship's bed one day was astonished, but not disagreeably I imagine, to find her petticoats thrown up from behind abruptly, and a hot, stiff cock, thrust violently up her cunt between her buttocks. But never in all youthful experience had I seen such a sight as was presented by the young novice, Emilie while I was devouring with my eyes her vivid charms, the swell of her bust, partially concealed by her posture, her long graceful legs, and above all her delicious cunt, looking like a knot of black moss pierced with vermillion and placed between two large cushions of satin texture and snowy whiteness.
"Sure, Father Eustace can never be such a brute as to flog that lovely rump," I thought to myself. As these reflections were passing through my mind, my aunt was informing my mother regarding the fault for which Emilie was to suffer. It appears that, in consequence of the young lady complaining of being poorly, she was allowed an extra quantity of candle in her sleeping apartments, where the Lady Abbess was kind enough to visit her in the middle of the night when lo! to her intense consternation, instead of finding her young patient wrapped in slumber or restless with pain, her young protege was lying partly uncovered with her legs spread lasciviously open as far as they could get, a large candle rammed about nine inches up her cunt, which she was working most furiously, and heaving and wriggling her rump about as if she was possessed of the devil.
Of course, any attempt at concealment or excuse was utterly useless, as Lady Agatha was an eye witness of the transaction; indeed, at the very minute of her entering the apartment, the natural result took place, and Madamoiselle Emilie sank back upon the pillows in a half fainting state leaving her candle to drop out of its moistened sheath at its leisure.
Now, the Abbess was not a severe woman, on the contrary, she was especially indulgent to the young ladies under her charge, but on this occasion she was aggravated into being rather severe, as Emilie on being scolded, retorted on her with some impertinent remarks about handsome young confessors, and the superior's superior privileges, etc., etc.
All this my aunt related to my mother in a half whisper, not altogether unheard however by the beautiful culprit on the cushion whom, as I could perceive as I closely watched her, could hardly restrain her laughter. She is not much afraid of Father Eustace, thought I, and I was right.
In he came at length, but before paying any attention to his penitent, he saluted the Lady Abbess with what I suppose he considered a "holy kiss" and then turned to my mother with delight and surprise, "Good heavens, my dear Madame de Ermonville, what brings you here? But who is this this young lady?"
This he said with some emphasis and I saw in a moment that he had found me out.
But my mother prevented any outbreak at the moment; she drew him to one side and spoke to him in a whisper. This conversation was not long, and ended in his saying, "Then, Henriette, will you promise? If so, I will not only keep the secret, but do my best for you in the bargain!"
This agreement was ratified by half a dozen kisses given and taken, which somehow seemed to me to be very "holy" ones. But I supposed my mother knew best, she remarking, "Now I think, Father Eustace, that poor girl has been on her knees waiting her penance long enough, and in common charity you ought to inflict it, whatever it is, only don't be too severe upon her!"
"If it were only for your sake I would not, lovely Lady Ermonville," replied the monk, whom I perceived was a man of gallantry, "you shall be witness for yourself."
I may say that he was a very good-looking man, but for his unbecoming dress, he would have struck any observer as being downright handsome. But the brown serge gown, open in front, and merely fastened by a girdle, is not a becoming costume, and what seemed strange to me, he had on no breeches or nether garments of any description. But I very soon found that this was intentional, and not negligence. Turning round, and regarding with lustful complacency the lovely posteriors and perfect charms displayed by the kneeling girl, he briefly asked the Abbess if she had confessed her sin and promised repentance. Being answered in the affirmative, he remarked he would not use the rod but would merely administer a few gentle slaps; then whisper forgiveness, pour in a little holy oil, and the younger sister might consider herself absolved and purified. Nothing could be milder in the way of penance than this, and to my astonishment, Emilie absolutely appeared to like the gentle slapping; instead of shrinking from it, she stuck her rump upwards and outwards as if to meet the infliction, he did not long dally over this part of the ceremony, and I could easily perceive the reason why, for as he knelt down to approach his face to the novice's white buttocks, his frock became a little open in front, and the most monstrous standing prick became exposed to view, it was a powerful machine, with a huge purple knob! As it was quite clear to me how all this penance would terminate, I could not help thinking that Mademoiselle Emilie would find it a rather different affair to the tallow candle.
Her whispering forgiveness as he called it, consisted in his putting his tongue up her perfect little treasure, and gently sucking it. When he fancied he had it sufficiently opened and lubricated for his purpose, he proceeded to administer what he denominated his holy oil, that was effected simply by ramming his enormous cock into the orifice from which he had just taken his mouth, or, to make use of a common expression, he began to fuck the girl in dog fashion.
She, on her part, bore it very well, much better than I could have considered it possible; after two or three natural expressions, such as "ah! oh!" brought about by the weapon first forcing an entrance, she seemed to reciprocate his lungeous shoves; and I particularly noticed that she bent down, so that by looking under her belly she could see Father Eustace's entire performance, and the noble tool that he was working with.
His hairy brown belly formed a beautiful contrast as it pumped with a smacking sound against her milk white butt, and indeed it was a very delicious sight altogether.
My mother I dared not look at, but as I stood in one corner with my arms around my aunt's waist, I could not for the life of me help putting my hands up her petticoats, and she never so much as whispered an objection! So she must have been feeling something rather queer. There was a prominence exhibited in the front of my frock, such as no girl could exhibit except indeed she had pocketed a cucumber or a rolling pin.
However, just as I was beginning to consider that I must proceed to extremities with my handsome young aunt, the priest, Father Eustace, brought his delightful occupation to a close.
Our fair penitent was the first to give in, which she showed by sinking down from her sturdy kneeling posture, until she was all but prostrate on her belly; the confessor, of course, stuck to her in this position almost simultaneously with her own transports. In two or three minutes he gently withdrew himself, warmly kissing her plump charms, and assuring her of entire absolution and complete forgiveness.
Then he turned to my mother, and looking towards me in a very expressive way, said that he wished to talk with her on a certain subject privately. My aunt said her room was at her sister's services, and she would stay and help Emilie to dress.
"It is too much honor for me, dear lady," said Emilie, "perhaps this young lady would lend me a little assistance; she looks very good natured, and I should so like a glass of wine, kind lady Agatha, for I feel very much exhausted!"
"Naturally, my child," responded my aunt. "I will give you wine."
So saying she left the room, turning round as she did so with rather a quaint expression on her face, as if she was rather uncertain what the upshot of what my assisting her novice to dress might lead to. I, as may be easily imagined, had no objection to acting as lady's maid to the beautiful young lady and I was so affectionate in my attentions that she quite overlooked my clumsiness.
"Dear Mademoiselle," she remarked, "you are as kind as if you were a young man and not a young lady!"
"Perhaps," said I, in a bantering tone, "you would have no objection if I were a young man?"
"Well," she replied, "I should like such a brother as you, or a cousin -"
"Or a lover?" I hinted.
"After the scene you have just witnessed, it would be useless for me to effect any prudery. Of course it was the duty of the Abbess to be present, but I think it was rather too bad of her to inform you and your mother of my fault and allow you to witness my punishment."
"Don't apologize," I replied, kissing her. "It was a very pretty sight indeed, a most luxurious spectacle. Pray, did the holy father hurt you at all?"
"Why, no," she replied, "as long as the penance lasted I rather enjoyed it, but now I do feel rather inflamed and sore."
"Permit me," I replied, "to wipe your secret charms dry with my cambric handkerchief. I will do it gently and you will find yourself much more comfortable."
Without waiting for her permission, I knelt down before her and took up her underlinen and proceeded to dry the delicate lips of her little moss rose bud and the adjacent parts. As I predicted, she found great comfort from this operation, and was profuse in her gratitude while I on my part, protested that it was a pleasure to do such a delicate service to such a splendid girl as herself.
Now this complimentary remark of mine led to unforeseen results. Emilie immediately replied that such a compliment from me was very valuable inasmuch as I was once of the finest and tallest girls she had ever seen and that she was sure I was well made. So saying she endeavored as lascivious girls will do to feel my person, and as may readily be imagined found something quite unexpected. In fact, as I have before stated, my silk frock stood out in front of me in a most strange way.
"Good heavens! What is this! Have you a dildo strapped on?" she exclaimed in a low tone.
"You had better look and see," I answered laughing.
Without a word more, she, in her turn, went down upon her knees, and to her surprise and delight found situated among the usual correct articles of ladies' underclothing, such as silk stockings, cambric chemise, ornamental petticoats, etc., an article not at all down in the list of a lady's toilet (except indeed when it is artificial). She found a fine prick, with its usual globular appendages in a fiery state of stiffness and thoroughly ready for work. She instantly grasped it with delight, and the consequences would inevitably have been, that she would have found herself on her back on the divan from which she had just arisen from her pleasing penance; but a light footstep was heard in the corridor, and she dropped my petticoats just in time, as my aunt, her Superior, entered the room bringing some wine.
"I have brought you some refreshments, as I promised, my child, but upon my word you don't seem to require it, you have got quite a color in your cheeks, thanks I presume to the kind attentions of my niece Augustine, but mind, my dear niece, I don't approve of even young ladies being too affectionate, it sometimes leads to nonsense, even to mischief."
This was of course meant as a broad hint for me to be careful, but alas the "mischief" was half done already.
"But pray Lady Mother, may I not take Mademoiselle Augustine to some of our sisters to introduce her: they will be glad to see a fresh face and hear some news about society?"
"Hum, Ha!" replied my aunt, apparently not much liking the proposition. "Well! I grant permission of strict conditions that you do not neglect chapel or any of your other duties, and that you bring my niece to my room for vespers, as she must sup with Madame and me."
"Your commands shall be punctually obeyed, Madame," replied Emilie making a low reverence, as taking me by the hand we quitted the room together.
As we went down the corridor she broke into a short laugh and said, "The lady Abbess is quite jealous; she guesses something about you, and if it had not been for my happy idea of introducing you to the other novices, I should have been unable to enjoy the pleasure of your society, certainly not alone, but I will bring you into the company of Louise and Adele, who are pretty playful girls, and almost as lascivious, if they knew how, as the lady Abbess herself, and that is saying a good deal, by the bye, I hope you do not consider it immoral to sleep with your aunt; for she most certainly will make you do so tonight, and she will, if all accounts are true, give you such a specimen of voluptuous and even obscene lust, as you never had any idea of, the scene you lately witnessed in the penance room is nothing to what you will experience. But here we are at one of the young lady's rooms, and here are my young friends.
"Adele and Louise, my dears, here is Mademsoille Augustine de Ermonville, whom the Superior has allowed me to bring here as an addition to our society this afternoon."
Here both the pretty girls who had been sitting at embroidery frames rose from their seats and kissed me warmly.
"We had better make the most of her society, for her aunt, the lady Abbess fancies there is something manly in her appearance. ("So there is," exclaimed the two girls together.) And she intends her to sleep with her tonight, and you know girls what the consequences of that will be; she will be too much exhausted for us to have any fun with her tomorrow."
"Adele knows," said Louise. "It is a pleasure which I have yet to learn."
"Tell us all about it, dear Adele," said I. "It will amuse me greatly."
"Since it is so, I will tell you," said the sweet girl, "though I am rather ashamed. The Lady Superior reported herself ill and nervous, and wished someone to stop in her room all night, and made selection of me. I gladly consented, taking it as a compliment, and repaired to the lady's room where I found her already in bed: she desired me to undress and come to bed, leaving the lamp burning. I had no sooner lay down beside her, than she thrust her hand between my thighs and shoved a couple of fingers into my private parts, and began work on me to my consternation, for I knew nothing about such lustful games; she did not continue this long, before she altered her position, and knelt down, if you can understand my description, with her belly upon my breasts, her fat rump resting upon my face, and the lips of her cunt applied to the lips of my mouth; she then desired me to shove my tongue into her orifice, and work it well in, and I, though more than half smothered, was able to comply and did my best to give her pleasure. I must acknowledge that she did her best to reciprocate, as, according to our relative positions her head naturally fell between my thighs and so put her tongue into me as well as she could: of course she could not do me the justice that I did. her, but she did enough as I very soon found out. As for my holy superior, whether I did my duty by her or not may be judged from the fact that in a few minutes, after some convulsive lifting and wriggling on her part, my mouth was filled, and my face and throat drenched with a warm oily liquor. Then she lazily rolled off of me, and lay for a few moments with her naked legs on the pillow, and her person completely exposed. I, on my part, thought it advisable to get a towel and wipe my face and her rump, when I had done so, she thanked me feebly and desired me to pull down her chemise and put her straight and comfortable in bed. This done, she wanted her medicine, which I found on tasting to be neither more nor less than Curacoa. After this stimulant, she went to sleep, and I hoped for a quiet night's rest; but I was never more mistaken in my life, for about two o'clock in the morning I was awakened by her kissing me, which I was obliged to take as an honor, though I was very sorry to be disturbed.
She then asked me if I was a virgin; on my assuring her of the fact, she proceeded to satisfy herself by thrusting her finger up me as far as it would go. Finding an obstacle, she announced her intention of taking my maiden-head. How she intended to do this I hardly knew, but I was speedily enlightened; for stripping off her only garment, her chemise, she took out of a drawer a curious thing that looked like a thick ivory ruler, about nine inches long, partly covered with red velvet this apparatus had an elastic appendage round shaped like a ball, which she filled from a vial, and the whole machine was promptly strapped round her front by a strong bandage. Desiring me to lay down on my back, with my thighs as wide as they would go, and a bolster under me to elevate my rump, she proceeded to shove this instrument up me, forcing my virgin barrier without mercy or remorse: indeed I am certain that my exclamations of pain and half suppressed cries gave her the utmost delight, unnatural delight it must be surely; though I can understand a man in his lust violating a girl even against her will. However, when she began to find from my movements, an unmistakable sign, that my warm woman's nature was beginning to get the better of my feelings of pain and shame, and that I reciprocated her proceedings, she placed one hand under her buttocks and squeezing the ball before mentioned, spouted a jet of warm milky matter right into me as far as my kidneys, I should think, and the performances were concluded for that time.
"But she was not satisfied even with this, for before I left her in the morning; she desired me to fasten the machine upon myself, and roger her strongly as well as she had done me. I was very clumsy in strapping on the curious instrument, but she assisted me, and I may safely say that she assisted me also in the actual performance, for when I got this thing which she called a 'dildo' fairly rammed into her, I began to push the best way I could, but I might almost have saved myself the trouble, for clasping me round the waist she heaved herself up so vigorously that she more than met me half way. At length giving one powerful wriggle she screamed out, 'milk, Adele, milk!'
"At first I hardly knew what she meant but recalling my presence of mind, I remembered what she had done, and imitating her action as well as I was able, and squeezing the ball injected the precious fluid into her as far as it would go. It certainly must have given her great satisfaction, for when she recovered herself, she kissed and dismissed me with thanks and benedictions. And now that is my story, what do you think of it, dear Louise? You may depend upon it, it is just what you will have to endure. As for you, Mademoiselle de Ermonville, you will catch it this very night."
"Thank you, Mademoiselle Adele," I answered, "but I carry a safeguard about with me that will prevent my 'catching' it; and, if dear Louise here is guided by me, she shall have her sweet little morsel of virginity pierced and forced from her by a hard ivory dildo, wielded by a lustful woman; she shall yield it up gently and lovingly!" Here I appealed to Emilie who was in my secret and answered promptly.
"Certainly dearest Augustine; and I have no doubt that these two young ladies will be only too happy to meet you here tomorrow after our breakfast hour, and receive your instructions and account of last night's transactions."
This with one voice they readily promised to do, and Emilie then reminded me that it was time for me to keep my appointment with my aunt, and that if I did not do so punctually, I should get her into disgrace, and should not probably be allowed to visit any of the fair young sisters any more. This I could easily understand from what I had just heard; guided therefore by my lovely conductress, I reached the Abbess' apartment, where I found a table laid, and my mother and Father Eustace in company with my aunt.
CHAPTER II
WE HAD AN EXTREMELY GOOD SUPPER, AND OUR snug little party of four thoroughly enjoyed it everything that could tempt and pamper the appetite was there; game of various descriptions, and oysters and other shell-fish served in the most recherche style. I could not help thinking that if the ladies in the convent lived on such luxurious and exciting viands, it was no wonder if they found their blood a little hotter and their passions more excitable than was consistent with their conventual vows. And indeed the effects of the highly dressed dishes, and fine wines of which Father Eustace partook largely, and my mother and aunt very liberally, began to make themselves visible. I was indeed inclined to resent the very affectionate manner displayed by the handsome Confessor towards my mother; but the Abbess, perceiving what was passing in my mind, withdrew me into an adjoining room, and there gave me to understand that the reverend gentleman in question was most probably my own father: indeed she was quite sure of it.
"At any rate I can answer for it, my dear Auguste, that Mon. Ermonville is not."
"How do you know that, my dear aunt," I asked.
"Oh, by the simplest way in the world," she laughingly replied.
"Very soon after my sister was married, I went to call upon her, she was out: however, I was informed that Monsieur would be happy to receive me, and so indeed he appeared to be. He paid me the highest compliments about my face and general appearance and I suppose he was right, for I was then a novice and appeared very piquante in my semi-conventual dress; and as it was sixteen years ago I was much younger and handsomer than I am now."
"You are lovely now, my darling aunt!" I exclaimed, kissing her lasciviously and thrusting my hand under her habit, for I had long been boiling over lust.
"Spare me your transport for the present, my dear Auguste," said she, "and let me finish my story. After supper you shall amuse yourself as much as you like."
Seating herself on my knee, and permitting my hand to retain its situation in her mossy nest she continued :
"Your reputed father proceeded from compliments to kissing, and from kissing to feeling and handling my breasts and rump, which for a girl of sixteen were really very well developed. Of course I could have prevented all this if I had liked, but I was very far from being the innocent girl I looked, (my handsome young confessor took care of all that) still I thought it right to make some faint expostulation, but was met by the assertion that it was all in the family and was right and proper. He then lifted my clothes up, and had a close inspection of all I had to show; indeed he had more, for he opened my delicate lips and began to mumble my little treasure with his lips to such an extent that I hoped he was not absolutely powerless; and in order to give him every chance, pretended to sink down on the sofa as if quite helpless, with my thighs falling apart as if naturally. Now was the worthy old nobleman's time. He manfully took down his breeches and out with his tool, but bless you! I saw out of the corner of my half shut eyes that it was of no use, not a bit of it! His cock might have been a good one at some time or another, and it was not so bad in appearance even now only it would not stand! That was a fatal defect. He lay upon me, passed his hand under my bottom, and felt me there; then raised himself and contemplated my wide spread charms afresh, but it all would not do; his prick would not stiffen so at last I got up from the sofa in a state of great disgust and disappointment, and sincere pity for poor Henriette, who however as I subsequently discovered found spiritual and bodily consolation in the ministrations of Father Eustace. So you must never mind his being lovingly attentive to your mother, my dear Auguste. And now," said she kissing me, "if you have quite done rummaging my secret parts, we will return to the supper room."
Very much relieved by this disclosure, I returned to the parlor in high spirits, and found my mother and her confessor laughing merrily at something they had been discussing. Immediately upon our entrance Father Eustace said, "I have been telling your mother in your absence, Mademoiselle, that it is my duty as one of the principal confessors appointed to the Convent of Saint Claire to make proper enquiry as to the morals and habits of all its inmates even when not professed nuns or even novices; and I think your mother and aunt, may rid the proceedings of all impropriety. The Lady Abbess has I doubt not completely satisfied her mind as to your sex and purity," (here Madame laughed and turned very red.) "but I should like to satisfy myself, just for form's sake you know; so Mademoiselle Augustine, I will trouble you to come near to me and take up your petticoats."
At this I hesitated considerably but my mother from the other side of the table nodded and smiled at me, and my aunt whispered, "Go to him, it is only fun!" On this I went round to the side of the table where his reverence was sitting with his arm round my mother's waist, and deliberately lifting up my petticoats displayed to the delight, but not to the surprise, of all present a fine cock and its appurtenances in full force. Indeed I had been more or less prick-stifferous ever since I had entered the convent walls; there had been a temporary lull during supper, but feeling my aunt's cunt and her lascivious story had brought my old complaint on again with increased vigor, and I felt as if I should burst. My mother laughed, Agatha came from her side of the table to have a nearer view, but this reverence, preserving his gravity, laid hold of my priapus as if he was ascertaining the weight and measurement of it. Finally on trying to force it downwards from its upright standard, and failing signally, he turned round to my mother, saying with approval, "He is his father's own son."
"Certainly, dear Eustace," replied Madame, "I am glad that you recall your youth in him again."
"Well," replied the reverend gentleman, "I am not so old but that I can show a stiff prick yet; in spite of all the nuns and novices I have fucked in the course of my duty, I am far from being worn out yet. Look here, young gentleman! You are not full grown yet, and I doubt not will become much larger, but I hardly think you will ever be able to show such a lordly tool as mine."
So saying he rose up, and unfolding his robe disclosed an enormous brown colored purple topped weapon, that, but for the color, would not have disgraced a stallion donkey; while his appurtenances were more like the balls of a young bull than anything human. But bless your life; the ladies weren't afraid, far from it. On the contrary, they regarded us with looks of admiration and longing -and my aunt passing her arm around my neck whispered, "Your father is larger, dear Auguste, and my sister Henriette is welcome to it: I prefer yours."
Father Eustace closed the exhibition by saying, "I take great interest in you, young gentleman; you are the son of a beautiful lady who is very dear to me; (here Madame turned to him a loving and grateful glance) and, though under other circumstances such a bold experiment as you have ventured upon might have cost you your life: yet on the contrary, I will grant you such privileges as are never accorded except to the legitimate shepherds of the flock, such as priests, monks, confessors, and such like, always in the performance of their duty; he."
Here I fancied he winked at the Lady Superior, and she certainly laughed. However he went on to say that I might have the run of the convent as far as the young ladies were concerned, both nuns and novices; that he was not much afraid of scandal, as evil days were coming and that the Convent of Ste. Claire would be suppressed among others, so that he did not much care if all the pretty young nuns and novices had their maiden-heads taken.
"By the bye, sister Agatha," he continued, "are there any maids in the Convent now, pretty ones I mean?"
"Oh yes," replied my aunt, "a few. There's Louise I know, and sister Agnes of course, she is very strict indeed; and I believe the novice Adele has never had a man between her thighs, though I have reason to think she has lost her maiden-head."
"I suppose she has to thank your ladyship for that," said Father Eustace, smiling. "Certainly," replied my aunt in a business-like way. "I wanted to amuse myself, and thought it would do her good."
"Oh, of course," said he, "you are privileged to do as you like. Well, about this fine lad, let him do as he likes among them, only let him wear this pretty dress still. It will cause less scandal and gain him easier admission, and then you may turn him loose among them like a young stag among a herd of does."
"Not before he spends a night with me," hastily interposed my aunt. "Oh, Agatha, you ought to be ashamed of yourself," exclaimed my mother, while Father Eustace, laughing loudly, remarked that connection between relatives so near of kin was not allowed by the Canons of the church!" (while this was passing, my aunt said, "Do you want me, dearest Auguste? I will grant you every pleasure that you can possibly conceive!" To which I whispered in reply, "Indeed my beautiful aunt, I long to throw you down on the sofa and split you up this very minute!") By this time Father Eustace, who by the bye had drank a good deal of wine, recovered from his fit of laughter and said, "But damn the Canons of the Church! I never cared about them, and if they do away with them and the Church too, I don't much care; I'll get a commission in the army! and so, my dear lad, you may fuck your Aunt Agatha if you have a imagine for it; she is really a very splendid woman and I'll give you a dispensation for poking a Lady Abbess. Mind you do it in style, though, or she will never forgive you. Indeed you had better give her a few inches here in the presence of your beautiful mother and myself; we are both good judges, and I should like to see if you resemble me in other particulars besides mere length of yard."
To this Madame Ermonville objected, and said it was really too indelicate, but nobody minded her, and indeed her confessor began to smother her with such a volley of voluptuous kisses that I could plainly see that Agatha's was not the ony female shrine that was going to be despoiled. Indeed Father Eustace set me the example for he had no trouble as I had of taking up a silk robe and a lot of petticoats, or of fastening them up whereas I had; and although my aunt assisted me, long before we were ready, he had opened his robe in front, breeches he wore none, laid my mother on a couch, and taking her legs upon his arms, proceeded to administer his terrible weapon in a most forcible manner.
Anxious as Agatha and I both were to commence business on our own account, we could not help watching the amorous conflict taking place on the other sofa. At last, impatient to begin, I said, "If you will kneel down, my lovely aunt, in what is called dog fashion, I shall be able to fuck you in most gallant style admire all the regalia you have to display, and at the same time both of us will be able to admire from our posture the delightful spectacle on the other couch." My lust was far too painful to admit of my giving more than one rapid glance at the glories of her great white ramp, and round satin thighs pulling the latter a little more under than she had placed them, I charged in at once and that so vehemently that the lady uttered an involuntary, "Oh!"
"Give it to her, Auguste! give it to her, my son!" said Father Eustace. "Never mind her oh's and ah's."
As he said this he drew out about six inches of his weapon from Madame's orifice, and plunging it in again as far as his appendages would permit it to go, elicited from her also an exclamation and a request to be more gentle. But there was not much gentleness about either father or son; nor, about the ladies either when our noble actions began to produce their proper results, for after a minute or two the Lady of Ermonville began to toss her legs in the air in the style of an acrobat! and the holy lady superior lifted up her rump to meet my heavy thrusts as if she wanted my cock to be twice as long as it was. Well, all pleasures come to an end, and the ecstatic delights of entering the body of a lovely woman are among the briefest of all. The Priest and I, and our lovely friends, all experienced satisfaction at or about the same moment, and there we lay, two pairs, on separate couches tolerably exhausted; and the ladies lay in most lascivious attitudes with perfect carelessness.
"Certainly," I thought, reflecting dreamily, "this is rather a strange predicament for a young man! To find himself in girl's clothes, riding the Lady Superior of a strict Convent, and which Lady is his own aunt! And at the same time witnessing his mother being outrageously fucked in the same room by her father confessor, whom I firmly believe to be my own bodily father! It is rather a strange adventure."
Father Eustace was the first to recover himself and like an old practitioner recommended us to give the partners of our joys a bumper of champagne to restore their animation.
"Not forgetting ourselves, my son," said he. "Here's your health! I'll keep an eye upon you and assist you if ever I have a chance, or you have need of it."
I thanked him and pledged him cordially, after helping my lovely aunt. The last piece of advice Father Eustace gave me on parting for the night was, to take a few more stewed oysters, for, added he, with a sly glance at Agatha, "Her ladyship has only made a beginning, and you'll have a deal to go through before morning: I hope you'll find it pleasant traveling! Good night!"
CHAPTER III
I took Father Eustace's good advice, and shortly afterwards our little party broke up. Madame and his reverence finding, I doubt not, suitable accommodations for themselves, and my handsome hostess took me with her into her own bedroom.
There I found two baths prepared, slightly perfumed! and we both stripped and bathed. From this luxurious operation I experienced most beneficial effects, and so I doubt not did my aunt, indeed as we were wiping ourselves and each other we both became as lively as if the operation we had just performed on the sofa had been a matter of no consequence at all. My Lady Abbess was the first to perceive the effect produced upon me, which was evident enough, for she had asked me to dry her back with a soft towel. Of course I was happy to be of service and I found the duty a very pleasant one; for I continued the operation from her back downwards to her magnificent buttocks which I gently separated paying due attention to the small orifice there located; from thence I passed to the moss covered cell which I had recently occupied. Of course the least I could do was to pay particular attention to this spot, and in the course of handling it, drying it, etc., my prick began to stand as savagely as if I had not seen a pretty woman for six months. As I was stark naked, Madame Agatha was not slow to perceive this interesting fact; and exclaimed:
"Oh, you darling boy, how ready and manful you are! I was afraid that I should have to use the rod to you, or resort to some other of the means by which we restore vitality to the dormant powers of our male friends. But you do not require anything of the kind, and this noble fellow is quite charming! And here she actually knelt down and began handling and kissing my "standard" and "globes" until I began to fear that much precious liquid would be wasted on her face, which ought to be injected elsewhere. On my hinting at this, she left off in some alarm, saying that she would not lose a drop on any account; and begged me to follow her to bed instantly. I wanted to ask her a good many questions, one in particular about the rod, but I saw that talking was perfectly useless until I had satisfied her animal propensities, for she gave me to understand, that, although my performance upon her upturned bottom was very delightful, and had worked her up to a high pitch of excitement, yet it had not allayed that excitement to speak more plainly, although I had the satisfaction of injecting a most copious discharge into her receptacle, she either was not in time or was unable to return the compliment. So she had just got enough to make her want more, and her only fear was that she should have to lose time in working me up to the proper pitch, hence her delight in finding me in tip top working condition.
She even avoided all gentle preliminaries such as I believe women generally like; for no sooner were we in, or rather on the bed (for I lost no time to get under the clothes) than she drew me to her, and grasping my weapon introduced the end of it to her velvet-lined sheath what followed was of brief duration.
Two or three stalwart shoves on my part, followed by ecstatic heavings and boundings on her part, a few rapturous exclamations from both of us, and then, as she sank back on the pillow with a deep drawn sigh, I felt my cock saturated up to the very roots with warm foaming cream. I was not two seconds in following her example, and there we both lay for a minute or two in each other's embrace; she kissing me, and calling me all the endearing names she could think of in gratitude for my successful performance. Being rather practical as far as my own comforts are concerned, I put a stop to this proceeding by suggesting the propriety of covering ourselves somewhat, which was immediately followed by her producing two elegant night dresses, which we put on and got comfortably into bed. Not being very much disposed for sleep however, I asked my lovely bed-fellow to tell me what she meant by her allusion to the "rod" and why she talked of applying it to me.
"To you, dearest Auguste, I can perceive it will be quite an unnecessary instrument," she replied, "but we occasionally have to use it both on the buttocks of our male friends, and the soft white rumps of our young ladies. It is merely a birch rod," said she, opening a drawer near her bed head and producing one, "and these," she continued, throwing on the bed a lot of velvet covered straps and buckles, "are what we sometimes have to confine a novice's arms and legs with, if she proves to be reluctant or refractory. You must know, you innocent boy, that the application of the rod excites the lust of both whippers and the whipped; the latter to a most wonderful extent.
"In the Convent of Sainte Emengarde, where I first professed, I have known our favorite confessor, Father Abelard, requested by our Lady Superior, to favor her with his company at supper, as soon as his duties were concluded. Now you will by this time be aware, dear Auguste, that the 'duties' of a confessor do not always consist in hearing a pretty girl repeat a farrago of nonsense about the peccadilloes she had been guilty of for a week or two past."
"No, indeed," said I, "the glorious scene between Father Eustace and Emilie would satisfy me to the contrary."
"Well," said my fair intructress, "I have known father Abelard fuck three of our finest novices on one afternoon, and then be sent for after all to spend the evening (and night too I suppose) with our Superior. Now you must know, Master Auguste, that the Superior is not necessarily either the ugliest, oldest, or most devout woman in the Convent," ("that I can easily understand," interrupted I) "and our Lady Beatrice was a handsome and a very lascivious woman; on the present occasion father Abelard had not been in her private apartment ten minutes before her bell rang furiously, and I who answered it, was requested to bring the rod forthwith, I may here mention that I had experienced the effect of that weapon, and was regarded, although quite a novice, as one of the initiated. How this happened I will tell you shortly in the meantime to proceed with my story.
"I first of all asked my Abbess if she required my services in the first instance, but she replied, 'most certainly not,' and by the way of showing that she was perfectly ready, placed herself on the edge of the bed, half reclining, half sitting, with legs supported each by a chair and as far apart as they could stretch between those beautiful shafts we placed our overworked stallion, Abelard, leaning over her and kissing her, and sticking out his rump so as to have the full benefit of my ministrations.
"I, who recollected what I had suffered from him two months before, did not spare him! I let him have it handsomely. After a few smart strokes, my superior called out, 'that's right, give it to him well, he is beginning to stand finely!' I repeated my endeavors until slight blood streaks began to show upon the healthy brown skin of his muscular posteriors; and at last having attained the artificial stiffness required, he managed to shove his prick well into the lady's burning parts whose lips had long been gaping open for their mouthful. I hope she got a belly-full as well as a mouthful, at any rate after the termination of their encounter, which I witnessed to the most minute particulars, my Superior expressed herself as greatly obliged to me, and granted me indulgence to remain in bed until breakfast time next morning; this indulgence was much valued by us novices, and I thanked her and retired leaving them to their repose; which I doubt not Father Abelard at least very much needed."
I was exceedingly amused at this story, particularly as I was in total ignorance of any such lascivious performances; but my curiosity was raised, and I begged my instructress to give me an account of the violence to which she had been subjected during her noviciate. To this she at first objected; saying that she hoped I would embrace her a little more before morning came to separate us; and that if I went to sleep I might awake refreshed and strong, on the contrary, I suggested that her giving me an account of what happened to her on the occasion referred to, would certainly excite my lustful feelings to an immense extent; and there was no saying what regard she might have for telling me a nice and piquant story.
With this charming prospect in view she consented and proceeded as follows: "I was just sixteen when I commenced my noviciate; and was, as I told you, dear Auguste, when I related that anecdote of my attempted violation by that old useless gentleman your reputed father, remarkably tall and well made for my age, indeed I have seen many girls of eighteen who could not show such bosoms, bottoms, or legs as I could at sixteen. And I have no doubt too that I was prematurely gifted with woman's passions, for I was frequently troubled with pleasant yet unsatisfied dreams, from which I used to wake to find my private parts and my chemise wet, and yet myself not half-gratified. And, when alone, I used to meditate upon the various young monks who used to visit the Convent, wondering which of them I liked best, and why. Now our Lady Beatrice noticed all this, for she was a woman not only experienced in herself, but very quick to notice any peculiarities in the young ladies under her charge, I suppose some sort of an arrangement is entered into on these occasions between the Lady Abbess and her favorite Confessor or Confessors, as for me, since I have held that responsible position I can safely say that I have never yet 'sold' one of the young ladies under my care; at the most, I may have given a hint to a favorite male friend that such a novice or nun exhibited signs of great heat, and that I should have to administer a dildo; but that if he thought that he could gain her affections and try the effect of his dildo, good and well. But I never yet resorted to the violence to which I was subjected when a girl.
"It occurred thus: I was working at some embroidery one morning in the novice's parlor, when a message came to say that I was wanted in the Superior's private apartments. Of course to hear was to obey, and I presented myself forthwith, dropping a low curtsey, not only to the Lady but to two young monks who were in her apartments. One I knew well as Father Abelard, lady Beatrice's favorite confessor, the other, a much younger man, I only knew slightly by sight; I know him much better now, he was no other than Eustace, who is at this moment either reveling or sleeping in my sister's arms in the adjoining room. By my Superior I was received graciously, but my appearance seemed to revive some dispute between the two monks.
"It is my right and I will maintain it," said Abelard. "You will have many opportunities," retorted Eustace, "and her ladyship here promised me the first. Besides, I have given a thank offering to the shrine of St. Ermengarde."
"Much you care about the shrine," said the other jeeringly, "the shrine you care about is that situated between a pretty novice's plump thighs!"
"Reverend Fathers both," interposed my Abbess, "I beg to remind you that this altercation is most un-seemingly and will produce a bad impression on the mind of my fair young novice here," with this she nodded to them, looking towards me with a strongly marked impression as if recommending prudence.
"Cannot you draw lots," said she, "or stop! I have a better idea still." So saying he said something to them in a low tone which they bending their heads to listen, seemed to be much amused with, and their dispute ended.
"I agree," said Abelard.
"And I also," said Eustace. "Indeed I don't know but what I rather prefer the rear just by way of a change."
"Very well," said the Abbess, "so that you are agreed, that is all right, I suppose she had better be stripped?"
"Oh, certainly, stark naked, all but her stockings and slippers," they both exclaimed, "and she had better be slightly whipped just to tickle and excite her, not to hurt her much. And as you are sure she is a virgin, holy sister, you had better supply us with some cold cream or pomade, or we shall be injecting our cream before we are half way in." And they both laughed as if there was some excellent joke. Now half of this was Greek to me, but I dimly understood that there was something about stripping and whipping, to be followed probably by other proceedings, in which it seemed both the reverend gentlemen proposed to participate. So although I was far from being a prude, it was with some reluctance that I obeyed my Superior's orders to strip myself naked for inspection. But there was no help for it, so I proceeded to unveil my charms, she rendering me some assistance and not unkindly. So that in a minute or two I stood exposed to the admiring but lustful gaze of the two spiritual directors.
They immediately commenced their investigations. "A very fine girl indeed."
"Only sixteen you say, Lady Beatrice."
"Hum! Looks rather older."
"And a virgin, ah? Let us see." These disjointed sentences fell from the lips of both the monks as they felt me and pulled me about, apparently in great delight. At last by way of inspecting my virginity, they both knelt down, one in front, and the other behind me, Abelard opened the lips of my cunt, and inspecting it and inserting his finger, remarked, "I believe you are right, Sister Beatrice, and that she is still in possession of her maiden-head."
"She exhibits no signs of straining here," responded Eustace from the other side, pulling open the cheeks of my rump, and inserting his finger into the orifice, "and what's more, I shall certainly require lots of cold cream or something of that sort, if I am to effect an entrance into that delicate little spot." I felt a little frightened at these proceedings, for I had a good deal of curiosity; and another feeling began to take some hold upon my imagination, as the reverend gentlemen moved round me, knelt down, etc., I could get glimpses of what I had never seen before, namely a man's weapon on the full stand; the sight of these glorious ruby-headed pricks certainly excited a little fear, but more admiration. In short I was rapidly getting ripe, and would have consented willingly to anything in moderation; but moderation was unknown to my intending violators, and as for my own consent they neither asked it or required it.
They asked the Abbess if she thought it would be requisite to strap me, to which my Superior answered: "Oh no! I don't think she will make any resistance, will you, Agatha? It is only an ordeal that all novices have to go through, all the handsome ones at any rate; it won't hurt you very much, if at all."
"Certainly not," chimed in the lustful monks. "We whip the pretty girls very lightly and fuck them very hard; the ugly ones we whip very hard and fuck very little; only just enough to keep them in health."
And they both chuckled over the ludicrous idea. As this was passing, under the direction of the Abbess, I knelt down on a divan somewhat similar to that on which you saw Emilie undergo her punishment. My placing myself in this position called forth renewed encomiums on my beauty in general and the "voluptuous swell of my bottom in particular; but it was quite evident that the holy fathers could not contain themselves much longer; and Abelard, seizing the rod, began to apply it, so gently at first it did little more than tickle me, and I rather liked it; but I suppose he got excited by lust or by my exclamations (I know what the feeling is), that he began to lay the weapon on much harder until I began to call out, and Lady Beatrice interposed, saying that I was a very good girl, and did not require working up and that she was sure I was quite ready to receive all they were able to give me. "Indeed you must stop the rod, brother Abelard," interposed Father Eustace, who right before my eyes had been lubricating the scarlet knob of his lordly machine until it shown again "Indeed you must stop, I won't have that lovely rump sacrificed any more. Recollect that I am going in there. A little tickling and smarting and a few red stripes I don't mind, but I shan't have the little darling's lovely posteriors made bloody, so grease your cock a little, and let us get our beauty between us: it is a long time since we shared a fine girl between us."
"Not since you two nearly knocked my two holes into one, greedy wretches that you were!" laughed the Abbess, and then continued, "Agatha, stand here with your back towards the edge of the bed, so now Eustace you stand half supported by the bed, so: you had better grease her bottom hole as well as your own infernal machine! you, Abelard, get in front of her; and Agatha, open your thighs! the wider you stretch them the less pain you will feel you will very likely be lifted off your legs, but these lascivious gentlemen will manage to hold you up between them, I dare say."
Imagine my position! whipped, naked, with both orifices greased, reclining slightly backwards on father Eustace who on his part was resting against the bed, with the end of his cock already knocking for admittance at my back entrance; while Abelard in front, was pulling open the lips of my cunt. At last the push came, and both got in together, but not far; Eustace finding his channel of operations unexpectedly tight, and Master Abelard being regularly stopped by such a barrier in the shape of a maiden-head, as it had not been his luck to meet with for many a day.
At this picture, the Abbess, who seemed half beside herself with lascivious delight, was of great service to them she told Eustace that he need not be afraid of hurting me, that she had the very best of reasons for knowing that my ramp orifice could contain anything of the gauge of his prick without injury. Then she asked Abelard sarcastically if he had never taken a maiden-head before and what he meant by fumbling there with only three inches of cock stuck into me! "Dear me, reverenced gentlemen (she continued), "what muffs you must be! surely her holes are bigger than a duck's egg! Charge into her like men, until your four balls bang together under her ramp!" Thus incited, they became desperate, Father Abelard lifting up my legs upon his arms while Eustace supported me with his hands under my buttocks. And in half a minute I felt as if my belly and the lower part of my body was completely filled up by two large snakes, who were disporting themselves lustily. Before I had fairly realized this idea, the shoves became so outrageous that I fairly gasped for breath! and I began to fear what my spiritual instructress had said in a joke about her two holes being knocked into one, was going to become in my case fearful, earnest but I was saved from such a catastrophe by such an emission of animal matter simultaneously from my lustful violators that on the withdrawal of their pricks (Eustace, by the bye, sounded like drawing a cork), my bottom hole and cunt absolutely overflowed with foaming cream, in the latter case considerably streaked with blood. Now all this no doubt sounds very shocking to your ears, dear Auguste, but I did not altogether dislike it. No girl despises praise and flattery, and by faith I had enough of it; when they had recovered themselves a little they kissed me rapturously, promised me every indulgence that I liked; and father Abelard even said that if I would take the vows he would use all his influence for my advancement; and as he shortly afterwards became a Cardinal I have no doubt but that he was as good as his word, and that I owe my present position, which is most unusual at my years, almost entirely to his interest and patronage.
"So you see, my darling boy, that some good may even come by a young lady suffering herself to be treated with what at first seems nothing but sheer lustful brutality.
"What do you think of my story, Auguste?"
"I think," said I, "that I should have liked to have been there to see, but as it is I am dreadfully excited, and I should like, if you have no objection -"
"What! you dear greedy boy?" she asked.
"Well," I stammered out, hesitating "what father Eustace did you like it? I think I should I never have done yet you know, may I try?"
"Oh, my bottom hole, you mean!" replied my aunt with great calmness. "Oh certainly, I dare say you'll enjoy it very much, wait a little; I'll turn my rump towards you and stick it well out as I lie on my side; and you can creep in as leisurely and lazily as you like." So saying she placed herself in the posture she described, and I attempted to effect an entrance but found immediately that I should require some lubrication, that being supplied, I slipped in with great ease and satisfaction, she seemed to like it, and there was just enough difference between fucking her rump and fucking her cunt to constitute a new pleasure. Besides a little change is always agreeable! This being concluded to our mutual satisfaction, my beautiful bed-fellow and I fell asleep in each other's arms; early in the morning we were awakened by an elderly lay sister bringing in chocolate and eau de vie. She not being in the secret, regarded me with some curiosity, and supposing that I was an innocent girl who had been unnaturally treated, made some anxious inquiries after my health and officiously proffered her services to help me to dress. I thanked her coldly; and my aunt said that we were neither of us going to rise for an hour, that she would help her niece to dress, and we should require no assistance. "The abominable prying old woman!" exclaimed Agatha, as she retired, "but she has brought us this good chocolate, which, laced with a spoonful of brandy will be an excellent restorative." As we drank it, my aunt revealed to me a plot she proposed with my assistance to carry into execution against one of the nuns, this sister Agnes it appears was not only very devout herself, but unnecessarily rigid in her notions of propriety; correcting the slightest appearance of levity among the novices and the younger sisters; and threatening to inform the visiting monks of the slightest appearance of indecorum, indeed, my aunt discovered that she had really done so; Father Eustace telling her of the matter as a good joke. But she was annoyed at having to punish the novice complained about, and considered that her province as Lady Abbess was being trespassed upon, her design was to get the girl, for she was little more, being barely twenty, into a snare of some sort, so that she could no longer pride herself upon her propriety of conduct, and if she felt herself to be neither better nor worse than the most nightie of the novices, she, the Lady Abbess would be troubled with her prudery, spying, and information no longer. She assured me that there was nothing disagreeable in the part she wanted me to play in the little scheme; for the aforesaid Agnes was really a very fine, tall, dark-haired, slender girl; and that if any ravishing or any less violent form of fucking had to be done, I should find it a very delightful occupation. Her plan was this, to write a confidential note to the sister Agnes, complimenting her on her zeal for the purity of the convent, and the watchful eye she kept upon the younger sisters, mentioning the fact of her niece (meaning me), being fresh from the gaities of Paris life, and expressing her dread lest I should be infecting or even corrupting the novices with descriptions of what I (the said niece) had heard or seen in the wicked world outside the convent walls. She would therefore beg her dear sister Agnes to keep a sharp eye upon me; and if she fancied that I had been too long in the society of any of the young ladies, to enter the room suddenly and as if by accident, and on the slightest appearance of improper familiarity or even romping, to bring me instantly to her (the Superior's) private apartment to be reprimanded. This note was written and sent with an appearance of secrecy to Agnes.
My instructions were to be as familiar as I pleased with Emilie, Adele, or Louise; "Only," said my dear Aunt finally, "do reserve a little of your strength, in case I should require you to humble Agnes' pride."
"How shall I know Agnes when I see her?" asked
I.
"By her demure and sanctified look," was the answer. "Besides, she never indulges in the slightest irregularity in her dress: she is in black, and the only luxury she indulges in is the finest black silk stockings perhaps, dear Auguste, before the day closes you will know more about those stockings than you do now mind you follow her quietly though with apparent reluctance, when she brings you to me, and what between Emilie, Louise and Adele, you will surely manage to give her cause of doing so. So for the present, dearest Auguste, adieu!"
CHAPTER IV
After breakfast my aunt summoned Emilie, and gave me into her charge with as grave an air as if she believed me really to be one of her own sex; telling her to introduce me to the pleasantest and best-looking of the young ladies, and that we might amuse ourselves with embroidery or other fanciful work. And so she dismissed us, to the great delight of Emilie, truth, I was afraid lest my aunt's rest and refreshment might have restored her lust to such an extent as to require further development of my powers; and these I was desirous of nursing for the benefit of the young ladies in whose company I calculated upon finding no slight amusement and gratification. When we were fairly in the corridor Emilie threw her arms round me and kissed me rapturously, saying how glad she was to see me, and looking so strong and well too! exclaimed she, "I hardly expected to see you looking so healthy after passing the night with our Lady Superior. Pray how did you like your bed fellow? Was she very greedy?"
And so she rattled on until she had extracted from me an account of part of the night's amusements by amusements which she seemed much gratified, and against Sister Agnes "Oh," she exclaimed, "that will be really delightful, she is so prudish and scarified and old maidish, (though she is older than I am) that I shall be glad to hear that the pride and formality is taken out of her a little. I'll take very good care that if there is no impropriety going on when she visits our apartment, there very soon shall be, I think I can guess what our Lady Mother intends to do: she will get Agnes safely into her chamber with you under pretense of hearing her complaints and then with your assistance strap her down on the edge of the bed, a leg fastened to each of the foot posts. If she is placed in that convenient position I hope you will split her up handsomely, my dear Monsieur or Mademoiselle. If you don't, I'll never forgive you. And apropos of that, come with me so that I may show you our bedrooms. I suppose there can be no impropriety in one young lady showing another her sleeping apartment; perhaps you'll come and see what a nice little room I have got, it is close at hand." I followed her nothing loath into her snug little chamber, where her first proceeding was to bolt the door, the second was to put her hand up my petticoats and grasp my tool which was already to half cock, while she kissed me and murmured some broken sentences in my ear to the effect that she had been dreaming of me all night and wet her chemise, I suppose, though she did not say so, that she hoped I might have managed to ride her on the day before but circumstances prevented it, and that she, afraid that similar circumstances might prove an obstacle today if I did not seize the present moment, and that she longed for me, in fact she begged and prayed me to fuck her as if it was the greatest boon Heaven or earth could grant her.
And I on my part was by no means indifferent to her entreaties. She evidently was passionately fond of me, and I was not altogether exhausted. On the contrary, I in turn thrust my hand up her petticoats as she had hers up mine and what I felt certainly gave strong expression. For the lips of her cunt were open; the orifice itself was burning hot; and on pushing my finger well into the interior, I felt her clitoris asserting its dignity like a little cock, this fingering procured of course the natural results; my prick stood stiff as a red hot bar, and without more time dragged her clothes up to her arm-pits, pushing her at the same time upon the edge of the bed, that done, I raised my own petticoats (a proceeding which I found much speedier and less troublesome than loosening a lot of braced trouser buttons) and shoved into her at once, right up to the balls the very first thrust this rather outrageous proceeding only produced a single exclamation of "Oh," from the young lady, speedily stopped by my lips being pressed to hers and my tongue rolling into her mouth, three more such pushes did the charming Emilie's business most effectually, and as this happy result was accomplished we hastened to arrange our dresses which were in some disorder, and the prudent girl took the precaution of carefully wiping and drying my besmeared tool for fear of suspicions being excited in the mind of Adele who would know that a dildo should not be wet at this time in the morning at rate. "As for Louise," continued she, "I really think you might manage to fuck her under pretence of its being some innocent little game you were playing with her, for she not only has no experience, but she does not seem to have any ideas on the subject, has no notion to what uses and abuses her cunt is subject to. She is totally ignorant, but I think you may open her eyes."
"By opening her thighs I suppose," was my reply, at which she laughed, and together we entered the morning room appropriated to some of the novices.
There were seated Adele, Louise, and a third party, who seemed to be a lay sister instructing the young ladies in the mysteries of some sort of needle-work. As we entered she rose and retired and I was affectionately received by Adele and Louise. After the usual badinage between a few girls in company, Adele began half in jest, half in earnest to ask more particular questions. (The reader will recollect that Adele was the novice who in the former part of my narrative was described as having had the honor, experience and pleasure of passing the night as the bed fellow of her Lady Abbess.) She wanted to know if Lady Agatha fingered me, if she made me finger her, if she had used a dildo to me, and taken my maiden-head, that is unless I had my maiden-head previously taken and a lot more of similar questions. To all of which I made the best answers I could, having indeed received some hints from my Aunt, and some private instructions from Emilie, I informed the light-hearted girl that although my aunt did some fingering all the dildo work fell to me upon a new principle which my aunt admired very much; indeed that I had it on then. I must here remark that the experienced Emilie had fastened around my waist a belt, which had a hole in the center, through which my masculine appurtenances projected. This belt being buckled behind my rump gave me the appearance of wearing a dildo; a very life-like one it is true, but still a little disguise for what otherwise would have been too apparent. Not that I think Adele would exactly have broken her heart with vexation if I had at once announced myself to be a young man, and proposed to roger her on the spot! But with Louise it was necessary to use a little caution. Of course both girls expressed a curiosity to see my novelty; Adele impudently proposing to take up my petticoats and inspect me at once, and Louise more slyly hinted that if I would be so kind she would like to see what sort of a thing it was. Emilie checked Adele's ardor by telling her that she had been dildoed well; that she herself had been well fucked by Father Eustace in the course of her penance the previous day, (the sly monkey did not say anything of the loving performance which she had shared only half an hour before) and that therefore it was only fair that both she and Adele should give the first chance to Louise who had never had either a real cock or the imitation, and who could not begin her experience under better circumstances. For this Louise thanked her and timidly asked she was expected to do? "First of all, my love," replied Emilie in a dictatorial tone, "you must raise up your frock and your underclothing, so that Mad. Ermonville can make complete investigation of your secret treasures, when he-ahem? she, I mean has done so, it will be easier for her to operate upon you, and you will experience more pleasure than pain; whereas I have known cases where a dildo has been rudely or carelessly inserted, and the girl operated upon (especially if a young maid as in your case) has suffered needless pain, and felt sore for two or three days afterwards."
"Certainly," chimed in Adele, "when Lady Agatha poked me with that machine of hers I was obliged to use milk and water for two days afterwards my poor tender little orifice was quite raw."
"Don't frighten Louise with your nonsense," interrupted Emilie severely. "I will venture to insure her against any such disagreeable consequences from our young friend's instrument It's not like a coarsely made ordinary dildo. Come, child, lift up your petticoats and let Mad. Augustine take your measure." The blushing girl obeyed her and disclosed an alabaster belly and thighs between which nestled her little cunt in all its maiden purity. Upon my gently unfolding the orifice, it resembled to my ideas nothing so much as a rosebud first opening through dark brown moss. Of course this had the effect which that artful girl Emilie had designed, for she of course knew right well that I should require some stimulant; for, after my recent attack upon her, my dildo, as she called it, would not justify the encomiums she had passed upon it. But under the influences of seeing, feeling, and kissing the innocent Louise's sweet cunt, my weapon began to assert his manly strength in an unmistakable manner. Just at this crisis, Adele who was half mad at witnessing performances which she wanted to share in, but could not, began peeping under my petticoats to see if my machine was in good order and well strapped on. This made me rather nervous, as I feared a premature discovery, but glancing at Emilie she nodded to me and smiled, from which I judged that if Adele did guess at the truth it would be no great matter. Our relative positions were thus; Louise stood with her legs apart, with Emilie holding up her clothes, and soothing and caressing her: I, on my knees, was with mouth and fingers preparing the pretty velvety-lined sheath for the reception of my weapon, when Adele in her mischievous pranks crouched down between Louise's legs, and dragging up my petticoats amused herself with inspecting what she no doubt at first supposed to be my dildo. But I do not think she could help but have the truth dawn upon her: in the first place though the strap was there, a close observer could see that the machine was not firmly connected with the strap; in the second place the elasticity, throbbing, and animal heat of the genuine tool are unmistakable, and cannot be counterfeited by any artificial means however ingenous. My ideas on this subject were confirmed by the lascivious girl proceeding from fondling to sucking my noble tool, and that I knew no girl would care about doing with a mere toy, but however pleasing and flattering this performance may have felt, I became conscious that my intention with regard to Louise would be completely frustrated, and that the administration of a dose of warm cream to Adele, would be but a poor apology for not taking her young friend's maidenhead. I accordingly thought it high time to proceed to business; and intimated as much to Emilie, who consulted me as to the position I would like the innocent victim of lust to be placed.
Looking round the room I could see nothing better than a low divan without back or sides, and suggested that if the sweet girl was laid down on that with a pillow under her rump and that if Emilie on one side and Adele on the other would each hold up one of her legs, her position would be most satisfactory; as enabling me to get well into her with as little trouble as possible to herself, and with the utmost amount of gratification to me; also that it would afford the fair spectators a fair and full view of the entire proceedings from beginning to end. This arrangement was entered into by them to be "a labor of love" to lay Louise down on her back, draw her garments up as high as they would go, so that there would be nothing intervening between my belly and hers, and then hold her legs up tolerably high, and as wide apart as a virgin's could well be pulled without hurting her. As I made my own trifling preparations, Emilie whispered to unbuckle and let fall the dildo strap as it was of no further use for purpose of deception, and might encumber me and hurt Louise. I obeyed instantly. "And now," said she, "if you think you have wetted her orifice with your tongue sufficiently, charge into her and good luck to you!" The very first push I made elicited a half scream from Louise, when all the sympathy elicited from her friends was a laughing remark from Adele, who said, "I think we ought to wish good luck to poor Louise instead of this young gentleman, (for I am sure he is one) she'll be dreadfully sore after all this performance; and upon my word Emilie, I think we had better put a pocket-kerchief or two between her rump and the divan. We never thought of that, and it will be all stained with spunk and blood." This they effected, though with some difficulty, for Louise really had not strength enough to raise her rump under my vigorous pushes. I did not mean to give her any unnecessary pain, but anyone who has had the pleasure of snatching the maiden treasure of a fine, well-shaped, vigorous girl, just budding into womanhood, must be quite aware that it is not effected without occasioning some trouble and perhaps a little soreness to the gentlemen, and more or less pain and grief to the victim. In our case this was especially so; for not only was Louise naturally small and tight, but she had never been a play fellow in any of the amusements so much favored by the young ladies of the convent. She had never been dildoed that was quite evident; and I do not think that she had ever been fingered. Moreover, if any of the monks visiting the Convent had cast an eye of lust upon her, and promised himself to revel in her virgin charms on the first opportunity for which he could frame an excuse, why I had anticipated his holy intentions-that's all. I think that it was about the fifth or sixth heavy push I broke down her barrier and got fairly into her body. She faintly screamed and begged of me to have mercy upon her and draw myself out of her. If I loved her, and soon. But as she was uttering those broken exclamations she clasped me tightly round the neck and pressed her lips to mine, I did not think it necessary to comply with her wishes further than to draw out about four inches, plunging in again with renewed vigor up to the hilt of my weapon, and repeating the operation with force and rapidity 'til all the fire and strength of my manly priapus dissolved itself in luscious tears. As I lay prostrate on Louise's body thinking with a sort of languid satisfaction of this sweet girl's being the first maiden-head that I ever had had the pleasure of enjoying, that saucy Adele considered it, I suppose, a capital opportunity to ascertain whether or not her suspicions as to my sex were correct. Accordingly she commenced pulling my rump about in a most indecent manner, and very soon ascertained that my balls at any rate were fixtures. "And I have no doubt," she said, addressing Emilie, "that the prick is equally genuine, as we shall find out when my young gentleman condescends to draw his sword out of the scabbard. Indeed, Emilie, I think we should pull him off that exhausted girl, and get her a glass of wine, both for her sake and ours suppose someone were to come in, indeed I wonder sister Agnes has not been here long ago; she generally manages to intrude herself when any romping or fun is going forwards and either reports us for improper behavior or casts a chill over us by her prudish language and manner."
"Well," replied Emilie, "I not only expect her, but hope she will come in presently, but not just this minute; so I quite agree with you that we had better get our performers into a more decorous position, get their dresses and hair into something like order and give them some refreshment, I dare say the gentleman wants it as well as the lady."
"Pray, Mademoiselle Emilie, when and how did you come to know the sex of this handsome young fellow?" asked Adele, archly. "Was it revealed to you in a dream? a wet dream? or did he himself reveal the fact to you in your waking moments when you had your petticoats up and your legs open? I don't know where of course, but perhaps in the corridor, perchance in the water-closet, perhaps in your own bedroom. There now you're blushing, I declare I thought you had forgotten how to do so." To which Emilie replied, laughing:
"Never you mind, saucy girl, how I acquired my knowledge; but please when Agnes makes her appearance to follow my lead, and back up what you see me and the so-called Mad. Ermonville proposing, talking about, or doing with regard to her, and now let us give these used-up turtle-doves a glass of wine."
While they were conversing together, they had managed to get the dresses of Louise and myself in something like order; and, I doubt not, my pretty friend also, found a glass of wine very refreshing. We had hardly finished our refreshment when Sister Agnes entered and was received by the young ladies politely and kindly if not affectionately I was duly introduced as Mademoiselle Ermonville, and she immediately said, "Oh yes, I know! I had the honor of making the acquaintance of your mother, Mademoiselle. She is walking in the garden with Father Eustace; it shows a blessed disposition on her part to choose the society of the virtuous and good!"
Here Emilie began to cough, and I, to conceal my laughter, began to beg Sister Agnes to join me in taking a glass of wine. She replied that it was not her custom in the forenoon but she would break through her rules in order to welcome a stranger so estimable as Mademoiselle Ermonville all this was very pleasant and decorous and while it passed I had leisure to form my ideas of Sister Agnes as far as her outward appearance went.
She was tall, well-shaped and decidedly good looking, but neither her face or her figure had that healthy plumpness of feature or contour which is one of the most attractive features of girlhood, and she was little more than a girl her face too was pale, though not unhealthily so; and altogether I felt convinced that common report was right, and that Sister Agnes kept the vigils and fasts as prescribed by the church with the greatest strictness, too strictly perhaps for her health and of course the natural result of such asceticism was that her temper was slightly soured, and that she looked with an angry eye on the rompings, playfulness, and other less pardonable amusements occasionally indulged in by the novices and the younger members of the sisterhood. Of this peculiarity the astute Emilie took advantage, as will be shortly narrated, to raise Agnes' anger to the desired point of her conveying both Emilie and myself in the dreaded presence of the Lady Abbess of Ste. Claire.
CHAPTER V
AND PRAY SISTER Emilie, how have you been entertaining our guest?" asked Agnes after a short time. "She has been entertaining us," was Emilie's reply. "She has been telling us about the young ladies, and the handsome men, and the imprisonments, and the executions, and the processions in the streets most extraordinary they must be, with handsome women completely naked, representing goddesses of reason, or something or other and all sorts of wonderful things."
"All most blasphemous and indecent," interposed sister Agnes, angrily.
"I wonder Mademoiselle Ermonville could not find more profitable subjects to talk about "
"Oh, I have to assure you, sister Agnes," said I. "I have been endeavoring to persuade these young ladies that in all my experience of the Court as it used to be, or of the present altered state of society, I have never met three such lovely girls as I have seen since I have visited the convent of Ste. Claire, and now indeed," said I looking at Agnes, "I may say four and not three."
"Your compliments are quite thrown away upon me, Mademoiselle," she gravely replied, "and I think you might be better employed than in turning the heads of these giddy girls with flattery and nonsense -"
"Their heads, my dear Mademoiselle Agnes," I said, "bless your innocence, I've been looking at these legs as well! These three graces had some dispute as to who of the three had the prettiest legs, and I have had some difficulty in deciding; perhaps you will assist me?"
At this indelicate proposal Agnes seemed struck dumb with horror, but on my giving a signal to Emilie and Adele they took the hint immediately and Louise followed their example, though with some hesitation. They each of them placed one of their little feet upon the divan which had just served as the altar for Louise's sacrifice; and drawing up their petticoats displayed their graceful legs. On these proceedings Agnes looked with a tremendous frown.
I suppose she thought that any interference on her part was useless, and was concocting an accusation to lay before the Superior. In the most impudent way I called her attention to the pretty show, remarking: "You see, fair sister, that it is not very easy to form a judgment or to give a preference where all three are so nearly perfect in their own particular way. You see that Emilie's legs are the largest and show the most muscular developemnt, while Louise's are very delicate and graceful. On the other hand Adele, proud of her white thighs, has exhibited very good taste in wearing red silk stockings; the contrast between scarlet and white is very striking, indeed it is a pity that we have not two or three fine young gentlemen here to appreciate it!"
While I was making these impudent remarks I kept handling the limbs submitted for my inspection in the most indecorous way, not merely the legs properly so called, but well up the thick part of the girl's thighs; indeed Adele being the only one of the three whom I had not fucked that morning, curiosity induced me to feel what sort of a treasure she concealed: I did so, and gave her cunt a good rummaging with my forefinger, at which she giggled with delight.
At all this Agnes waxed very wroth; chiefly towards Emilie, who she said had been long enough in the Convent to know that such indecencies were not permitted; and said that she would report us all to the Superior, so that the novices might be severely punished, and I might be sent away to carry my lascivious, worldly practices elsewhere.
All this tended towards the object which Emilie and I had in view; but she, who was a devil for mischief, resolved to bring matters to a climax. "Oh, Sister Agnes," she said, "you can't be so cruel the fact is, Mademoiselle Augustine, she has the best shape of any girl in the Nunnery, and is quite vexed when she hears anyone else praised. You have no idea what fine legs, and thighs she has, and she is as proud of them notwithstanding her prudery as a young married lady is of a big belly. Talk of Adele's scarlet silks indeed! Why Sister Agnes wears the finest silk for the same purpose I suppose, viz: to contrast with the whiteness of her thighs. Nobody ever sees them though, except by accident, but as you are a stranger and ought to see all the curiosities and ornaments of the Convent, I've no doubt but that she will show them to you!"
To this Agnes returned an indignant rejoinder but in spite of her denial and her sanctity, I could not help think that there was something in her manner which betrayed that she was not altogether insensible to Emilie's flattery. That young lady approached Agnes, and saying, "don't be vexed with my nonsense, Sister Agnes, but let Mademoiselle Augustine have one peep at your beautiful limbs!" threw her arms round her (clasping her so tight that Agnes was nearly helpless), and exclaimed, "Now Augustine, if you can't see what you want, you must be a softy!" I took the hint at once, and lifted up Agnes' clothes roughly enough, I dare say, and found everything there just as Emilie had described it.
Now that I have time for reflection, (I had not then) I cannot help thinking what an amount of coquetry may exist under a prudish exterior. If nobody was intended to see Agnes' legs, why did she dress them in the finest silk stockings, handsomely gartered half way up to her thighs? Well, I saw them at any rate, and so did Adele and Louise, who were in raptures at my taking indecent liberties with one whom they had been in the habit of regarding as rather tyrannical in her notions of strictness. These laughing remarks encouraged me to proceed further, and I began to pull her thighs open and kiss her cunt; her fair white bottom also came in for its due share of my lascivious attention; in fact the prudent and sanctified Sister Agnes was in a very fair way of getting fucked, when the door opened, and the lay sister, whom I had found in the room when I had first come into it with Emilie, re-entered to the great annoyance of all of us, except Agnes, who, addressing her as sister Marie, demanded her immediate assistance in conveying Emilie and my self before the Superior to be punished for indecent and improper practices. The elderly sister assented; but I thought it right to stand upon my dignity, and told Agnes that I would be happy to accompany her into the presence of my aunt, but I would dispense with the company of that respectable elderly person; at the same time requesting Marie to leave the apartments, which she, awed I suppose by the magical name of my aunt, forthwith did; I then turned round to Agnes, and remarked with grave politeness, "Now, fair sister, if you have any communications to make to the Lady Superior, and if my presence and that of our friend Emilie can be of service to you, we shall be happy to encounter you." This, as the reader will acknowledge was taking the matter coolly and Agnes stared as if she hardly knew what to make of my assurance. But she had no choice; it was her own proposal to go to my aunt, and she could not shrink from it simply because we consented to accompany her. So she led the way; Emilie and I following, laughing in our sleeves at the notion of the trap she was falling into. We were duly ushered into my aunt's presence who received Sister Agnes very graciously, and Emilie, and myself with, "Well, children, I hope you have been amusing yourselves: I like my young friends to enjoy themselves in any way consistent with propriety."
"I am sorry to have to say, Lady Mother," interrupted Agnes, "that I fear these two young ladies have not been amusing themselves with propriety."
"Indeed," replied Lady Agatha, as if surprised. "What, Sister Emilie and my niece! Explain yourself, my daughter."
"I have merely to say," replied Agnes, "that your niece here was examining the legs of Emilie, Adele and Louise, by way of deciding their rival claims to superiority."
"Well, well," said my aunt. "Well, if that be true, there is no great harm in it! Young girls will be playful."
"Playful, Lady Agatha!" exclaimed Agnes. "Why your niece forgot lady-like propriety so far as to put her hands right up the young ladies' underclothes; and I have no doubt felt the lower part of their bodies, indeed (I am almost ashamed to name such a thing), but from Adele's exclamations and wrigglings about, I have no doubt Mademoiselle had managed to insert her finger in her private parts."
"Shocking! I can hardly believe it," said my aunt.
"Well, my Lady," said Agnes, "I should think that was enough; and I did not wish to mention the indignities offered to myself."
"Proceed with your story, my daughter," said my aunt rather coldly, while I could hardly help laughing; for I could plainly see that she was preparing in her mind to disbelieve the whole accusation.
Sister Agnes continued, "After my remonstrating with them, to which they did not pay any attention, Emilie here was wicked enough to fling her arms round me so as to render me helpless, and then your niece dragged up my clothes in the rudest and most violent manner; proceeding to violate the sanctity of my secret orifices, but cunt and bottom (if your ladyship will excuse my plain speaking), indeed it seems a most extraordinary thing to say, but I felt as I suppose a girl must do when she is being outraged by a young man: I could hardly conceive myself to be under the hands of a young lady!" At this Emilie could not contain herself any longer, and burst into laughter! but was immediately checked by my aunt, who preserved a face of laudable gravity, while she asked: "Did she hurt you, Sister Agnes?"
"Very much indeed," replied she, thinking that her statement was not considered of sufficient importance, and rather disposed to exaggerate her injuries in consequence.
"And what have you to say to this, young ladies?" said my aunt, addressing Emilie and me. Of course I denied the whole affair from beginning to end; and Emilie went further, and asserted that Agnes had asked her to try and inveigle me into her chamber so that we three might have an indecent romp together, and that I was to submit my private charms to investigation. At this brazen assertion Agnes held up her hands, calling upon the Virgin, blessed Ste. Claire and the Lord only knows how many saints and angels to testify to her innocence and the falsehood of Emilie's statement whereupon the Lady Abbess remarked that she had a difficult task to do justice between us, for the asseverations on both sides were so positive and strong.
"However, Agnes," she continued, "there is one thing that can be proved -if you have been hurt as you say, you must exhibit some marks of it: I am quite experienced enough to perceive the slightest irritation on such a tender spot, and you may depend upon it on the slightest proof of the truth of your statement, and the misbehavior and falsehood of these girls, they shall be punished most severely." This my aunt announced with a most austere air; and then desired Agnes to seat herself on the edge of the bed and prepare for a short examination.
Agnes obeyed at once; we were then requested to place ourselves one on each side and hold up her legs, while the Abbess investigated the state of her cunt, by way of ascertaining the truth of her statement. As may have been anticipated, the Abbess could discover no signs whatever of rough usage: indeed there was none; for the kissing and very slight fingering which I had administered to the virtuous Agnes had not disordered her little mossy nest in the slightest degree. And so Lady Agatha after pulling the lips open and peering within, declared her belief that the whole accusation was false, and decreed that Agnes should be punished. So, in spite of her vehement protestations, the lady handed to Emilie and me each a velvet covered strap and buckle, directing us to strap each of us one of the fair saint's legs under the knee to one of the foot bedposts. Then the question arose as to the punishment due to a sister nun, who had maligned two young ladies, and told falsehoods. My aunt pretended to insist upon her being flogged; but I begged for mercy, saying to my aunt that it was a pity such a lovely white rump should be disfigured by the lash, and Emilie also suggested something less severe. At last she seemed to yield to our entreaties, saying that as we were the wronged parties, in being improperly accused, we should deal out the punishment. Whereupon my idea was, that, as Agnes had accused me of fingering her I should take any liberties I liked with her in real earnest; and Emilie by way of furthering my intention, suggested a dildo.
My aunt told us that we might do as we liked with her, while Agnes begged for mercy, I told her in a half whisper that we were not going to flog her, or even to hurt her, and that if she would have a few minutes patience, we would release her legs from their position, if that was painful to her. By this the intelligent reader will easily comprehend that in two minutes, I calculated to be into her nearly as high as her kidneys; and that then I would just as soon have her fine silk-clad legs doubled across my back, as fastened up to the bed-posts; but until then I was not going to forego the great advantage I had in her splendid position. For she lay perfectly helpless, with her bottom well lifted up, and her thighs stretched so far apart, that her cunt was actually forced open.
So all that I needed was a little pomade, with which I moistened her gaping orifice; while my kind aunt did the same good office for my standing cock, and Emilie employed herself in tying my petticoats up to my armpits, with a silken sash. Then I desired my assistants to raise her head, with a pillow; for I like kissing a pretty girl's mouth, particularly during the few last rapturous strokes, which precede the climax of delight and while they were so employed, I introduced my well-worked, but still active priapus into her burning parts.
It was the second maiden-head that lucky redheaded gentleman had visited that same day!
Also, as the position of her posteriors was extremely favorable, I passed one hand under her rump, and by fingering the neighboring orifice obtained a much greater degree of liveliness and elasticity from her elastic bottom, than I otherwise should have enjoyed. It is not always that, because a girl pretends to a sanctimonious demeanor, that therefore she is a virgin; indeed very often when a young lady has allowed her passions to get the better of her, and has parted with her treasure to a forward lover, or has lost it by violence, she sets up for a prude and a puritan, as if by outward show she could make amends for the loss of her property! However, this was not the case with Agnes; and I met with the expected obstruction, yet not nearly so stiff a barrier as I had to overcome with Louise! Why this should have been the case I know not, but so it was, I found my way into Agnes' body after the second or third thrust, and that without eliciting a scream; and to my delight I perceived that whereas dear little Louise felt too much pain to appreciate my raptures, or to reciprocate the warm emulsion which I injected into her, my present victim, on the contrary, was disposed to do both, as I soon perceived from her gaspings, kissings, and wrigglings, that this was likely to be the case, I signed to my attendants to unfasten her legs, which as I anticipated, she immediately folded across my naked loins, lifting her rump clean off the bed, as she did so, and meeting a tremendous shove of my prick, nearly half way.
At length the mutual loving discharge took place:
I deluged the interior of her machinery with warm sperm oil, while she saturated my noble prick even to the very balls, and the curly brown hair, covering his roots.
As we lay quiet face to face, she whispered to me, "Oh! how I love you! You are a young man, are you not?"
I smiled assent, then she continued, "If you love me and have found any pleasure in what you have been doing, or value the virginity you have just robbed me of, pray set me right with your aunt, and do me the justice to say that I am innocent of what you and Emilie have accused me."
This I readily promised to do. All this passed unheard by my Lady Abbess, and sister Emilie, who were amusing themselves by stroking and handling my balls, patting and slapping my buttocks, and cramming their fingers up my rump. In fact although I had done my duty to my aunt nobly the night before; and Emilie's cunt could hardly have been dry since my attack upon her in the morning, yet they both of them seemed as mad with lust, as if they had, neither of them, been fucked for a fortnight! I put a stop to their lascivious liberties with my person, by raising my body and releasing Agnes, who blushed deeply as she rose, and prepared to adjust her disordered dress. "Stop a little," exclaimed Lady Agatha. "Emilie and I will wipe you dry, and make you comfortable."
"Pray how did you like it? Hem! ha! A little blood I see, not much, that was a fine shove which broke through your maiden-head, was it not?"
Thus laughing, and making fun of what to poor Agnes was really a serious transaction, they wiped her violated treasures, and made her as comfortable as she could reasonably expect to be, for the next twenty-four hours at any rate.
But when Agnes began to solemnly protest her innocence, and called upon me to confirm it, my aunt cut her short with, "Bah, we know all about it. It was all a planned thing between me, Emilie, and my nephew here, Monsieur Auguste Ermonville, to whom I beg to introduce you, although I think he has managed to introduce himself already, and that in a very appropriate manner."
And again she laughed merrily, then continued, "Mind, Agnes," she said, "that whatever takes place in this room is as sacredly secret as if it had never been. You must not even reveal it to your Confessor."
This Agnes cheerfully promised.
"And now," said my aunt, "as we have pretty well used up our young gentleman between us, and cannot expect more gratification from him, we will amuse ourselves with a glass of champagne, and some sweetmeats, such as you girls like, and you shall tell us some stories to amuse us." While she was providing the refreshments, I sat down on the sofa, and drew Agnes on my knee; not with a heap of petticoats between her bare skin and mine. No, thank you! but with her bare bottom on my lap.
Thus comfortably situated, I was prepared for anything that was forthcoming, in the way of amusements, of story telling, or any other rational or agreeable amusements, Agnes' situation seemed to provoke the jealousy of both the other ladies; and Emilie said that she thought it was her turn now. My aunt merely said, "Well, Auguste, I suppose your maxim is last come first served, but however, she will not be fit to be fucked again for forty-eight hours, that's one comfort!"
"Nor will Louise, that's another comfort," exclaimed Emilie, in great satisfaction.
"What, two maiden-heads in the course of one morning?" laughed my aunt. "Upon my word, my dear nephew, you are playing the parish bull among my young heifers! Call in Adele and Louise, my dear Emilie the latter must want some refreshment; and if the former wants anything else, I'll call in Father Eustace, or if, as is likely enough, he is worn out with his attentions to my sister, Adele, must be satisfied with a dildo, or a turkey's neck!"
"A turkey's neck, my dear aunt," I exclaimed, in surprise. "What on earth do you mean?"
"Just what I say," replied she coolly. "It sometimes so happens that one of our young ladies falls ill of what is commonly called green sickness but what is in point of fact, that she hungers, and thirsts, with insatiable longing after being well rogered by a good stiff prick. A dildo is the ordinary remedy, that is if we have not got in the house a good looking young monk with no scruples of conscience. But we are not always so fortunate, and a dildo is not always effective. Then, if the young lady is a nice girl and a favorite of mine, I sacrifice a turkey in this manner. I order the cook to select one, fat, and fit for the table, for it is of no use wasting it, you know. Then the bird's legs and wings are tied firmly together; and the neck is shaved from the shoulders to the head, and then well greased. This done, the patient is disrobed and placed in a reclining posture with her thighs wide open, and her cunt of course developed as much as possible. Then, on a signal from me, the bird's head is chopped off, and his headless neck, all greased and bleeding, is thrust into the girl's gaping orifice, the person who operates holding the struggling body firmly, and pushing it backwards and forwards.
"This proceeding, together with the convulsion which the unfortunate turkey exhibits, combine to make the best substitute known for a judiciously administered prick and generally succeeds in producing the results expected from a thoroughly good fucking. You recollect Mademoiselle Celese, don't you, Emilie? A beautiful novice here three years ago? She fell ill; I saw what was the matter with her and administered a turkey so effectually that she experienced great relief and after a second application became perfectly cured. When she left the convent, she married, and is now the Marquise de Belladonna! and every year on the anniversary of her cure, she sends me a turkey stuffed with truffles in commemoration of the event. So now, Auguste, I hope your curiosity is satisfied, and as Adele and Louise have come in, these girls shall cast lots who shall tell us each a story of their experience, and if unfortunately they have had no experiences of their own (which in the case of three of them is likely enough), surely they have heard or seen something, which might serve to amuse us." Upon this the four girls cast lots, and the lot fell upon Louise, the youngest and most inexperienced of the quartette.
She began by saying that she feared that she would be unable to amuse us, that she really was perfectly ignorant of everything, and more to the same purpose. But on being cross-examined by my sagacious aunt, she confessed to having seen something very extraordinary, though she could hardly call it amusing.
"Leave us to judge of that," said the Abbess. "Tell us all about it."
Louise proceeded thus: "About two years ago on the death of my mamma, my father sent me into the country to visit his Mother, a venerable lady who lived in great seclusion. He thought that the change of air and scene would be beneficial to me, and accordingly, accompanied by my own governess, a handsome but very strict middle-aged lady of thirty, I duly made my appearance at the Chateau of Madame de Fleury. I was most kindly received by her, but my pleasure was somewhat damped, when I noticed the number of extraordinary pets that she kept dogs, small and large, three or four birds, and last, but not least, a monkey, at least so it seemed to me, for I had never seen one of anything like the size. She assured me that he was perfectly tame, and quite harmless, and that I must learn to be familiar with him, and to like her pets, as they had been, for many years the only companions and amusements of a lonely old woman. So I did my best to get rid of my fears; indeed the baboon was the only object of which I had any reasonable dread, and that I got over with the assistance of my strong-minded governess, who did not seem to have any dread of him at all, but rather to like him. She was so fond, she said, of studying animated nature.
Now I knew nothing of nature, much less of wickedness, but at last even I in my ignorance, began to think it rather extraordinary that this chimpanzee, as he was called, should follow Madame Herbelot around the house and grounds, instead of remaining with his mistress, as was his former custom.
"At first I fancied that it was only on account of the nuts and biscuits, with which she used to regale him. But I soon observed certain peculiarities. The animal had between his legs something in shape like a candle, but brown and hairy and I noticed" that when my governess, Madame Herebolt came into the room, and particularly if she approached him; this thing stiffened, and showed a red end; not like the magnificent scarlet topped marble pillar with which Master Auguste violated my innocent little sanctuary this morning! (as she said this, she nodded to me, laughing and blushing, by which I guessed that in my absence she had been enlightened by Adele, as to the nature of the performance she had gone through), but a rather pointed machine something like a dog's I saw plenty of them among the great lot my grandmother kept; and was rather amused sometimes by their performances -
"But never mind that! While Madame de Fleury was in the room, my governess pretended never to show any interest in Mr. Baboon whether he exhibited his animal propensities or not. One day only when my grandmother, who was partially blind, could not help noticing the state of lust the poor animal had worked himself into, remarked to my governess: 'It is a pity that I cannot get a female companion for poor Sylvain (this was the beast's name), the dear creature is wearing himself out.' I may remark here that neither my relative or my governess were aware of my presence in the room, for I sat in an embrasure shrouded by the curtain, out of which, as I peeped, I beheld the ugly caricature of a man, grasping what I suppose I must call his cock with one hand while he worked it quickly up and down. At this sight my grandmother looked with something like sorrow and pity, Madame Herbelot with interest and curiosity. 'It's a great pity,' continued my grandmother in a musing tone, as she looked at the beast, which had now concluded his performance, and was apparently spilling some liquid on the floor, 'a very great pity if he goes on frigging himself in this way, he'll kill himself there is a great deal of distress and poverty in the province; I wonder if I could find one of the peasant girls who for a crown or two would let him do what he liked with her.'
" 'Would not that get her large with a monkey or two, my dear Madame de Fleury?' enquired my governess. 'It needn't do anything of the sort,' replied my grandmother dictatorially. 'If such should be the case I should take care of the progeny for my museum, but it need not be so; for if she kneels down on all fours with her rump uppermost, there is no fear of his producing any result upon her; or indeed for the matter of that he might imagine shoving his cock into her rump-hole itself, perhaps better than the other orifice: it would be much the same to her, and anything to please him, poor fellow!' I wondered considerably at the interest exhibited by my aged relative, for this hideous creature; but I suppose people without any family, and rarely seeing their friends or acquaintances, must fix their affections on something. It seems however that my grandma's remarks had made considerable impression upon the mind of my governess. One strange circumstance I must notice: Sylvain was chained at night to prevent his wandering around the house; his apartment, we dared not call it den, was situated close to Madame's sitting room.
Entering early one morning to get a book which I had left there on the previous evening, I heard Sylvain chattering as if much excited; and on my peeping slightly to see what was the matter, I saw my respected governess holding up her petticoats with her left hand, so as to display her thighs, her belly, her cunt, and all in fact, that I had always been taught that a woman should keep concealed, while with her right hand she grasped the baboon's ugly stiff red machine and worked it up and down until I thought the animal would go mad with his un-quenched lust and inability to get at what he wanted, which was of course her private parts displayed purposely to excite him. However, this kind of thing could not last long and in a minute or two some milky fluid jerked out of the animal's cock so far as to fall in some of Madame's slippers as she stood close opposite to him. Then the brute sunk down on the floor; and I made a hasty and noiseless retreat not wishing to disturb my governess in her studies of zoology. But it seemed that two days afterward she was pursuing these studies with unabated vigor, for as I was out in the garden reading in one of the numerous arbors, my femme de chambre Annette, who hated Madame Herbelot, called to me in whisper, 'Hist! Mademoiselle' and beckoned me to follow her. This I did with some curiosity.
"She led the way to a secluded part of the garden where there was also an arbor such as I had left, but overgrown and neglected. Arriving here, Annette put her finger to her lips and peeped through the mass of foliage. I cautiously followed her example, and dame Herbelot, on her hands and knees like some four-footed animal, sticking out her posteriors for the benefit of Monsieur Sylvain, who was certainly availing himself of his position with all the delight and enjoyment which his beastly ingenuity could devise. One thing Annette and I both remarked, that whether it was on account of the conversation which I had overheard between my grandmother and my governess, and that the latter had prudence enough even in the height of her unnatural lust to take some precautions, or whether it was that the baboon himself preferred that mode of operation either are likely at any rate one thing is certain that he got up my governess's rump-hole as far as he could go, and actually repeated his beastly performance twice while we were looking at them. At last he withdrew his dripping cock, and Annette and I retired: she whispering to me, 'She won't be able to walk tomorrow, Miss, but she shall ride, for I'll tell Madame de Fleury and get her sent home.' And to make an end of my long story, so she did."
CHAPTER VI
YOUR STORY, MY DEAR Louise, comes to rather an abrupt termination," remarked the Abbess. "You certainly seem to have had a very remarkable experience for an innocent girl, and have told us a very nice story; but I think you should make a finish to it for instance what reason did Madame de Fleury give for sending your Governess away? And what did the baboon, Sylvain, if that was his name, do without his lady friend? And did your grandmother carry out her intentions of getting a peasant girl into the chateau for his benefit?"
"I was afraid of becoming tedious, dear Lady-mother," replied the pretty novice, "but I can tell you something of what you wish to know, if it will give you any satisfaction. I learned from Annette that there had been quite a scene between Madame Herbelot and the old lady, the former declaring that it was only the account which Madame de Fleury had given her of her favorite's propensities and wants that had induced her to undertake an interest in the animal, and to extend her research into natural history in that direction ("which ended in the baboon extending his researches into her rump," said my aunt,) at which interruption we all laughed, "but," continued Louise, "my grandmother told her that although she herself was extremely practical, and had no objection to her amusing herself in her own way, especially as it gratified dear Sylvain, she considered exclusively to the duties of her position, and not so much to zoological pursuits.
And so they parted; my governess left for the ostensible reason of ill health. This much I was informed by Annette. As far as Monsieur Sylvian's health is concerned, she took care of that and very quickly too. What is more, to my astonishment, she did not get into the Chateau for her unnatural purpose as any mere poor degraded girl.
She got in a fine, well shaped, buxom lass, being really desirious, being secretly informed by new instructress Annette, to find out what the result would be of a thorough copulation between an animal so nearly resembling man as her baboon, and pure healthy girl who naturally wanted fucking; and whom she proposed to excite still more by good food and strong wine. But she was disappointed in her expectations, as you will shortly hear. It was not that the baboon had not every chance; for Marie (that was her name), was well paid, fed and clothed, and was expected to fulfill her part of the contract; and so she did. Indeed my grandmother took care of that, for she very seldom permitted her interesting pair of breeding animals out of her sight. For instance, I might be sitting in her room reading to her, Marie sitting at needle work or knitting at a respectful distance; while the favorite beast was disporting himself in the apartment, cracking nuts or eating cakes, of a sudden Madame would cry, "Marie, my child; prepare yourself. I see my pet is getting excited," which meant that the animal, having fairly been apprenticed in the luxuries of a woman's private parts, began to have constant cock stands. On the first appearance Marie began to show him immediate attention.
Indeed I imagine that the dear old lady though long past that sort of excitement herself, did feel something beyond mere ordinary amusement in witnessing the performances of her favorite and would call out to the poor girl when the beast was preparing for the attack, "Quick, Marie! Take up your clothes and get down on your hands and knees; I think the dear creature will prefer it that way this morning." Or perhaps it would be, "Stand up right before him and let us see him do it that way!" And at other times she would make her rump towards the animal, who to the utmost extent would fuck her as well as his practical lust was capable of effecting.
"Pray," here interrupted the Abbess, "did your grandmother allow you to remain in the room while these strange proceedings were going on."
"She did indeed, Madame," replied Louise, "for she was one of the haughtiest of aristocrats, and regarded her peasantry just as so many animals, and I'm sure that she did not consider Marie, who was a good looking, fat-rumped, plump, white-thighed girl as one bit better than the ugly brute to which she was induced for pay to prostitute her girlish body, and as for my being in the room, she regarded it as a matter of no more concern than if one of her favorite dogs got fast into a pretty bitch in our presence. When this occurred, as it often did, Madame would survey the proceedings through her spectacles, and indulge in prognostications as to what sort of a litter was likely to be the result; just as she used to reflect on what sort of a production Marie would bring into the world, and whether she would bring forth one, two or three. But abominable expectations were not fulfilled, and I was glad of it. The way in which she came to be disappointed was this: connected with the Chateau, Madame de Fleury had a very considerable farm, with of course its usual complement of servants, plowmen, carters, herdsmen, and so on; and when Annette had a more than half liking for a handsome young fellow who was the head over the cattle department. Accordingly one morning we were crossing the yard, when whom should we meet but this very Robert, who was leading by the halter a beautiful white heifer.
"Good morning Miss Annette," said he. "Good morning, Master Impudence!" she replied. "Where are you going to with that pretty creature?"
"She is going to get what would do you a great deal of good, and what I should like to give you," said he.
"Pray what's that?" said Annette." Come and see," was the brief answer.
So, as we had nothing better to do, and as idleness is the mother of all mischief, we followed him to a large stable at the far corner of the yard where I knew, but had not seen, that a large and valuable, but very fierce bull was kept for breeding purposes.
Robert ushered us most civilly into the well-kept stable, telling us not to be afraid, that there was plenty of room j that the bull was always fastened with a ring through his nose, and that he had his young assistant Jean in the stable.
But as we entered we not only saw Jean there, but Marie also. Upon my expressing my surprise she apologized, but said that the stinking brute (this was the disrespectful way in which she spoke of Monsieur Sylvian) was ill, that he had over fucked himself or over drank himself, (they used to give the creature wine) so that she came out to enjoy the fresh air and to see her cousin Jean. I begged of her to stay and not to go away on my account, and Robert said, "Oh! Pray Mademoiselle, permit her to stay for Jean's sake. I will take care of Annette, and I wish there was some handsome young Viscomte here to entertain your ladyship!"
I wondered what on earth he meant; but my attention became speedily absorbed in what he and Jean were doing. The first thing Jean did was to fasten the heifer by the head in one of the large roomy stalls the stable contained, putting two or three strong posts or cross bars from that appropriated to the bull. Next Robert led out the magnificent beast, while Jean shook out two trusses of straw on the floor where he had been standing, muttering something about clean and dry for the ladies to stand on, but I found out afterwards that the straw was to "serve other purposes besides standing on," but I will not anticipate. No sooner was the majestic bull introduced to the young heifer, than Jean fastened down behind them two heavy wooden bars. Thus we were in safety outside, but Robert remained inside with the animal to Annette's great distress, who begged him to come out or the bull would kill him! To this Robert coolly replied that the bull had something else to do at present and that he would come out as soon as he had done his duty, in less than a minute.
By this time I partly guessed what all these proceedings would lead to; and as for Annette I thought she knew from the first.
But I was surprised when I saw the stupendous machine erected by the bull, when he proceeded to mount the heifer. Imagine, young ladies if you can, a large carrot at least a yard long with a huge pair of white dangling balls, each apparently as large as those blown bladders we sometimes see little boys with in the street. It now seemed that it was Robert's business to guide this huge machine to its destination a most unnecessary proceeding it seemed to me, or else how does the animal manage to effect his purpose when in a state of nature.
But after he inserted the end of the bull's machine in the bonny heifer's open cunt, the poor creature absolutely shrinking and cringing under the enormous weight and tremendous shoves of the monstrous brute on top of her, meantime Robert slipped out under the bars and stood contemplating the spectacle with one arm around Annette's waist, while he whispered something to her. She seemed very much excited, and said something about Mademoiselle.
"Oh, you'll excuse us won't you, Mademoiselle de Fleury?" said Robert. "You see young men and young girls too, get excited by such a pretty scene as this, Annette and I are old sweethearts and Jean will take care of Marie." I told them not to mind me, but my remark was unnecessary as far as Jean and Marie were concerned, for that stout youth had already got his cousin's petticoats up and his own breeches down, and with one hand rammed under her cunt, with the other he was forcing her backwards among the clean straw. Annette was treated more delicately indeed, as a young lady's attendant. She was dressed neatly and even elegantly, and had no notion of being thrust backwards, and her neat frock and underclothing disarranged among the straw. Bidding her lover therefore wait a moment, she spread her shawl on the straw to prevent its scratching her fair rump, I suppose, and then neatly and tidily gathering up her clothes, she seated herself with her back and shoulders supported by another truss, and opened her thighs wide and put her knees up. Then with a smile she invited Robert to come on, an invitation which he was by no means slow in accepting. He had been taking his breeches down in the meantime and gathering up his shirt, and his noble cock stood forth in all its naked majesty! Depend upon it, my dear girls, that there is nothing in nature equal to a healthy man's standing prick. There are all shapes and all sizes; some are thick, some are slender, some are short, some are long and thick, but they are all good in their way; there is nothing like the article under the sun. Perhaps it seems somewhat presumptuous in me to talk to you in this way, especially as until this morning, when that naughty boy there (pointing to me), who I don't doubt is now fingering sister Agnes' cunt, robbed me of my maiden-head, hurt me and made me bleed. But still you see, Lady Agatha, I have seen what every girl has not seen.
Now that baboon's machine was an uncommon sharp ended dog-like instrument, and about half the size of
Robert's and although the grand animal beside us showed his magnificent weapon yet its shape was something almost awful in its grandeur, but though Robert's cock, about nine inches long, of a delicate light brown in color, well fringed at the root with dark hair, the end like a scarlet egg, was one of the finest objects I had ever seen, and quite worthy of the honor of admission into my favorite Annette's pretty little cunt, which lay open at its entrance, and was itself an object deserving of admiration, though how the worthy Robert was to shove himself into that little orifice without splitting open and spoiling my waiting maid I could not at first perceive. But it is my private belief, that he had been there before, and knew the way in at any rate if he had not been somebody or something else had, for there was no screaming, no begging for mercy, no bleeding, nothing in fact at all, of what I, inexperienced as I was, could not help expecting. Robert exhibited very great judgment and good taste even in the height of his lascivious delight; for he consulted Annette's feelings by asking her, "Are you nearly ready darling?" The only reply she made was dragging his face down to hers until their mouths seemed glued together, and twining her well shaped legs around his loins as if she meant to break his back. On this Robert began to drive into her with a force and power to which his former efforts were a trifle. There was some convulsive heaving and wriggling of Annette's posteriors, then Robert shoved his weapon in up to the hilt, and sank down quietly, letting it remain there, while the girl gasped for breath.
I had been so anxiously watching the pleasure of my femme de chambre and her lover, that I had not paid much attention to Jean and Marie, who were only a couple of yards off in another part of the stall. But with regard to them, I could easily perceive that Jean had not treated Marie with the same delicacy with which Robert behaved to Annette. On the contrary, he must have charged into her most recklessly, merely consulting his own lust; after satisfying himself, which he apparently managed to do in about a minute, he had recovered himself very quickly, for while Robert and Annette were yet lying languidly in each other's arms, behold, the young lad was turning his cousin over on her hands and knees, proposing to have fuck number two, rump uppermost, by way of a change, I thought. His fucking in the way he pleased, I could not blame at all. It was nothing to the way in which Marie had been compelled to prostitute all of her person to that beastly ape; and as she seemed to like her cousin and enjoy his fucking in the way he pleased, I could not blame him. But their new position produced an effect I did not anticipate, Madame knows very well, and the most innocent of all you young ladies can understand, that the posterior style and posture I have described exposes the whole person of both actor and actress in the plainest manner, exhibits every shove on the part of the youth and every wriggle on the part of the girl's rump. In this instance it was so to the fullest extent.
Robert lay lazily on Annette's plump bosom, and hearing a rustling in the straw raised his head, and seeing what was going on hinted to his sweetheart to draw her attention that way. "He has a very fine cock for a lad of his age," remarked Robert, in a critical sort of way. "Yes," replied Annette, "and she is not a bad sort of a girl for a peasant girl; well shaped buttocks and thighs; and two very nice little holes, considering the beastly work she has had to go through lately I do so hope that Jean will get her with ch-child: it will be be-better than a l-l-litter of m-monkeys, at any r-a-a-t-e." I wondered what on earth made Annette begin to stutter and stammer, and gasp for breath as she was speaking, and turning my gaze from the dog-fucking couple, I perceived that Monsieur Robert, who had had never withdrawn his weapon from its warmly moistened sheath, was beginning to recover himself, and was working in and out slowly, and evidently very effectually.
This couple was so very quiet and exhibited so much propriety that I was not afraid to ask Annette if she liked it, and whether such a great thing shoved into her body did not hurt her. She answered in broken sentences that it was most delicious, and that she felt the end of Robert's prick tickling her kidneys.
Now if you want to know if these proceedings did not excite me, I must candidly reply that they did; though I did not know the meaning of my own emotions I was aware of a strange feeling coming over me, and almost fainting, I leant against one of the posts in the table, for support; standing involuntarily with my legs somewhat apart, and equally involuntarily emitting a small quantity of some liquor or other from my secret parts quite enough to moisten my chemise, spot my stockings in two or three places, and even drop on the ground between my legs.
But I felt much relieved by this evacuation and as Annette had by this time got as much poking as was good for her, we prepared to depart; I assuring the happy couples that I should not betray their secrets, and Robert hoping that some day I might find a handsome young gentleman worthy to give me similar pleasure but I am afraid Lady Mother, that I am making too long a story and will weary you and these girls, permit me therefore to conclude.
Very shortly after the interesting events which I have just related, my father summoned me to return home; and as Annette expressed a wish to remain and marry Robert, I persuaded my father to give them a little money so as to enable them to take a small farm in the neighborhood and it was from Annette, on the occasion of a visit she made to Paris to see her young mistress, as which I witnessed at the Chateau de Fleury. It seems that Marie had the prudence to hoard her disagreeably earned wages, and did so, for my grandmother's mind was set on astonishing the scientific production out of her belly, and she had to undergo every day and sometimes twice and three times the lustful embraces of the filthy baboon; but even there, good came out of evil; for she told Annette, that if it had not been for the brute being equally pleased with her rump hole as with her cunt, she believed he would have fucked her into a decline. As it was she began to throw out a tremendous bay-window, to get very heavy to the great delight of the scientific old lady while Madame was in this temper, Marie by Annette's advice got from her all the money, cast off dresses, and other presents that she could coax or wheedle out of the old lady, her adviser guessing how the affair would terminate, and knowing what a tremendous storm would ensue. Well the girl was duly brought to bed; only, to the wrath, fury and disappointment of Madame de Fleury, and the scientific world, there made its appearance, not a half bred ape, or a litter of nondescripts, but a fine baby boy, as like Jean, (Annette declared), as he could state so out of the house Marie was sent packing; but thanks to her own care and Annette's advice, she had more money and clothes than any peasant girl in the district or indeed most farmer's daughters in the neighborhood. Jean was discharged by his mistress, married Marie, and as man and wife they entered Robert's service as farm servants. Madame de Fleury died; and the brute of an ape was sold to a traveling menagerie, where it is to be hoped his captors make his brown rump sore with the stick, instead of his being allowed to make a poor girl's white rump sore with his abominable prick. So there is an end of my story, and I sincerely hope I have not tired you all by its tedious length.
We all hastened to assure the dear little girl that such was far from being the case, and the Abbess in particular remarked that she felt quite surprised that such an innocent inexperienced girl as Louise should have seen extraordinary incidents and relate such an interesting story.
She then intimated to her that she was at liberty to call upon any one of the rest of the young ladies to contribute their share to the general amusement, after a little consideration Louise selected Emilie; giving it as her reason that as she had been able to tell nothing but what she had seen, she thought Emilie would be the most likely to tell about something that she had felt, to this Emilie laughingly assented, remarking however that it was her own fault, and that she had been deluded into it she commenced her story thus.
Although my mother was left a tolerable fortune on the death of my father, she was by no means what is generally termed rich; still she liked to have everything about her in good style, house, furniture, carriage and servants.
One thing she was very particular about, that the servants, male and female, who were more immediately in close attendance on her person, should be good looking and well dressed: she did not object to giving high wages, a little idleness or carelessness she would overlook, but appearance was everything. Consequently neither I or any one else in the household felt much astonishment when we learned Pierre Morin, the groom of the chambers, who was both stupid and ugly, though honest enough, had received his discharge. Albert, who was head page and her footman, was promoted in his room, and my mother's steward and housekeeper received orders to look out for a suitable ladies' page. In due time a youth made his appearance, highly recommended by the housekeeper, who informed my mother that he had good blood in his veins, which was likely enough on his father's side, but what's more, the housekeeper was likely enough to know all about it, as I afterwards had the strongest reasons for believing him to be her natural son. Be that as it may, the youth was taken into the situation, and speedily became a great favorite with my mother, too much of a favorite I might have fancied had I been older and more experienced. He certainly was uncommonly handsome, and I soon began to feel an interest in him on my own account.
It was Victor's duty, (that was his name), to wait in the ante-room to be ready at my mother's call, but as he was closely on duty all day she never took him out with her at night when she was going to a ball, the theatre, or a masquerade then she had regular carriage attendants. As for me, my mother did not consider me old enough to go into society, and I was left to amuse myself when she was out in the best manner I could. Now, though Master Victor had no business to be lounging about the boudoirs and ante-chambers during my mother's absence, yet he constantly was there, sometimes under pretense of setting things to rights, and sometimes pretending that he was in attendance on me, and I believe that the housekeeper countenanced his proceedings, with sweetmeats for him to bring up to me, to cloak his designs. After a little, when he had got bolder, and I more familiar, he used to tell me stories of the gay world, not always of the most delicate character; for instance how the young Viscomte de P had been found by his mother on the sofa, not merely on, but with his sister's governess between him and the sofa, which was rather an irregular position, and paying a visit to his wife in her bedroom, which report said he did not dominate so often as he ought, and found the Chevalier de Gin his wife's embraces, and so on.
Though I did not altogether understand these stories they were not without effect upon me, and then the young fellow used to show me pictures, which without being absolutely indelicate, had a slight tendency in that direction.
One evening, when my mother had gone to a masquerade and did not intend returning until three or four o'clock in the morning Master Victor had made himself more than usually entertaining; he had shown me plenty of pictures and told me lots of amusing stories, and I'm ashamed to say I was getting rather fond of him. As he was pulling some pictures out of his pockets, there fell on the floor what seemed either a large pocket book or a small portfolio; this I secured and tried to open. He smiled at my efforts and said that that book was not intended to be opened by everybody, that there were secrets in it, and so on. All this raised my girlish curiosity, and I insisted on knowing and seeing the contents of the book. "Very well then, the pictures represent a series of dramatic scenes, enacted by a young lady and gentleman in private; amateur theatricals, with no spectators." I insisted upon seeing the pictures immediately; and he complied sitting himself close beside me on the sofa, and exhibited the pictures one by one. The book opened with a concealed spring, a curious and unnecessary precaution I thought, for there was nothing in the slightest degree improper in the first two or three pictures. Then I speedily altered my opinion: I cannot go over all the pictures one by one, but I might mention that the first represented love making between a young lady and gentlemen; exhibiting them as walking with their arms round, each others' waists in a garden, he kneeling at her feet as she sat in an arbor, kissing very pretty; but when Master Victor, presuming on my indulgence suggested that we should imitate the scenes before us, I only laughed and told him not to be impudent.
This apparently he took for consent, for he knelt by my side and dragged my right arm round his neck and wound his left arm round my waist. This was decidedly improper conduct in a page towards the daughter of the house; but it did not end there; for the next picture represented the young lover in a more forward character; he had got his breeches down and his right hand up the young lady's petticoats, while her person was most indecently exposed. The sight of this picture struck me with shame, and yet somehow or other I could not keep my eyes from it. This I doubt not was perceived by the saucy page, who insinuated his hand up my petticoats and began to finger my cunt. I ought, I suppose to have risen and rang the bell or screamed out for assistance; but for the life of me I could not do either; and he got his forefinger well into me and began to excite me. As I turned over the next leaf of the seductive book, I happened to look down and saw that my young friend had got his prick exposed, stiff and ready, not that my ideas were altogether formed on the subject then, but I was certainly very angry and rather frightened, but his handsome face was turned up to mine with such a passionate and imploring air that I felt softened and irresolute, and to hide my confusion turned my eyes to the picture I had just looked over it was a picture! It represented the lover as having got on so well in his love-making and seductive arts, that he was going in, and the young lady was shown with her legs up his arms, and her thighs wide open, while his red-headed prick was seeking admission at her private entrance. The sight of this pretty picture completed my confusion, and I hardly knew what I was doing. Victor quickly perceived my state, and taking advantage of it, speedily pulled up my silk robe and elegant underclothing and muttering, "Such whiteness and delicacy I never saw in my life before," proceeded to kiss, mumble, and even to insinuate his tongue into my little virgin treasure. This I know now effected a double purpose; it not only excited me but rendered my cunt moist and open, so that his cock might have less difficulty in effecting an entrance.
Very little of this sort of work sufficed to lay me back with my head on a sofa cushion in a half fainting state, and immediately I felt the youth's head, thighs and hips between mine, his head and belly pressed against mine, and his still hotter prick between the lips of my orifice. As yet I was not hurt, but when as I suppose he found himself in the right road and began to force his way, I could not avoid a slight scream, this he immediately stopped, rather cruelly as I thought, by placing one of the sofa cushions over my face and stopping my mouth effectually. Then with three tremendous shoves he effected his purpose, and I was no longer a maid! Then after three more, I felt a warm thick discharge injected into the very innermost sanctuary of my private parts, and my handsome young ravisher sank languidly down on my body, removed the cushion from my face and covered it with kisses instead. Indeed he should have been grateful; for he had all the pleasure and I had all the pain. When he had quite recovered himself he begged my pardon for the slight violence he had been obliged to use, and explained that when a young girl has her virginity taken she could not help in ordinary cases screaming a little, and for fear of anyone hearing me and coming to see what the matter was, he had been obliged to use coercive measures, lest my reputation should be compromised. He then with his pocket-handkerchief wiped my violated cunt, which indeed was requisite as it was all wet with blood and stuff like saliva this done I felt more comfortable, then he said he would go down stairs, giving out that it was my orders that I should be served with some chocolate, some jelly, and a glass of liquor. I expressed myself very thankful at the prospect of this refreshment; on which he further offered to try and get hold of a bottle of champagne; if he could he said he would smuggle it upstairs and it would do us both good.
Then he took his departure, arranging his breeches and smoothing his hair, and trying to look as if nothing had been taking place. As for me he recommended me to rest myself during the quarter of an hour he would be absent, and look at the remainder of the pictures contained in his wicked and attractive book. There, my dears, in every possible position that a man and the most voluptuous woman could submit to, were the happy lovers represented, with the lady kneeling down, peeping under her belly at her lover's performances, or striding over him taking, the larger share of the work herself, or else, to further excite her favorite I suppose, permitting to shove his prick into what are not usually considered legitimate orifices, such as her rump hole, or her mouth; all very pleasant I dare say, but not very proper. However in this instance, they served Victor's purpose, namely that of exciting me. So that when he returned bringing with him not only the wine, chocolate and jelly, but also the champagne, I felt not only glad of the refreshment, but also of his company; and being further excited by the wine, and his explanations and remarks about the bedroom that night I would grant him every indulgence that lay in a girl's power, and that if not, we might find opportunities either in the garden by day time or in my mother's apartments when her ladyship was out.
CHAPTER VII
AT THIS PERIOD OF EMILIE'S STORY I NOTICED a good deal of agitation among the young ladies of her audience which apparently took a sensual turn. For instance, Adele was kneeling with her head between the Abbess's thighs; what she was doing I could not exactly see. Emilie herself was sitting with her legs open perfectly unconcerned, while the young novice Louise was fumbling about her secret parts. And my aunt very sensibly remarked, "I think Emilie, my love, had better stop a little, for I perceive that narration of your delightful adventures with the handsome young page and the consequent loss of your maiden-head, has produced the usual effect upon the minds and bodies too of the young ladies present." I do not know what effect it was producing upon the minds of the young ladies, but I do know what effect it was producing upon the prick of a young gentleman; for in spite of all my previous exertions, my priapus began to erect his ruby head as if to look about him for some new victim. That, as the reader will recollect I could not find very easily, as I had rogered the Lady Abbess, and every girl in the room excepting Adele; but as Agnes was sitting upon my knee I had not far to search for the requisite accommodation; ah, when a man has youth and health on his side, what a choice of delights he has! How easily he is placed! And how frequently he can repeat his enjoyments, and what with impunity! But a truce to moralizing. As I began in furtherance of my lustful intentions, to shift the position of Agnes' naked rump upon my knees, she blushingly whispered in my ears, "Dearest Auguste, I am so sore; I fear that I cannot bear your loving embraces any more today." To which I replied that I would rather fuck her than anybody else, but that my animal passions had got to such a pitch that I must really quench the heat and fever of my monster of a cock in some girl's warm bath; and that I had fucked every girl there except Adele, and she I had reason to think was kept by my aunt for her own unnatural purpose. This Agnes declared to be nonsense.
In the meantime my aunt, who had been whispering to Adele, called to us and demanded to know what we two young folks were talking about. "Indeed," she said. "Auguste, we are all rather jealous of Agnes, you have been monopolizing her for the last half hour, she has been sitting, as I can see, with her bare bottom on your bare lap, and Ste. Claire only knows what you may have been doing to her before all our faces." This, she said, very good-humoredly, but with a little evident spice of jealousy, notwithstanding, as I could perceive.
I replied that neither she or any of the charming girls around us need be in the least degree jealous, for however good my will might be, my sweet friend (here Agnes kissed me) felt very sore, and I had too much consideration for any charming girl to force my weapon into her tender person when she was sore and bleeding.
I'm afraid, kind reader, that this was not exactly true and that if there had been no other girl or woman in the room but Agnes, she would have had to suffer either in front or behind, sore or not sore.
As it was, my considerate speech was very well received; and Adele especially was very loud in her commendations, and thought I was quite right; and that no young girl ought to be fucked more than once on the first day at any rate.
The sly puss knew that I had passed the night with the Lady Superior that I had fucked Emilie in the morning and subsequently had taken the virginity of Louise and Agnes.
So not unnaturally she thought and hoped that perchance her turn was coming. And I have no doubt but that she expressed herself to this effect in the whispered colloquy which I have alluded to as taking place between my aunt and herself.
For my aunt, raising herself from the sofa, made use of these expressions: "My love, do not distress yourself, you shall have it! I want you to dildo me, it is time for I can trust you from having had a little experience, better than any of the other young ladies; but he shall fuck you at the same time; I know how to arrange it so that his getting into you while you have the instrument in me, will give you additional impetus so that I shall have the benefit of your enjoyment at second hand."
"Oh, that will be delightful," exclaimed Adele, running to fetch the requisite instrument.
Meanwhile my aunt proceeded deliberately to strip off her robe and petticoats, leaving herself in her shift and stockings.
Then she coolly proceeded to examine her cunt; pulling the lips slightly asunder, and inserting her finger. I hope she found everything satisfactory; of one thing I am quite certain; namely that I had not hurt her, whatever I had done to the young ladies. As for me, I was preparing for action by taking off my silk frock: the skirts and flounces all of which I knew would be terribly in the way of my intended operations. In this Agnes kindly assisted my awkwardness; absolutely taking the belt off her waist to fasten up my petticoats. So that when Adele returned to the room stark naked with the dildo strapped round her waist, my aunt was ready to receive her and I to operate upon her.
"Ah, you did right to strip yourself to all but your stockings. They contrast very well with her creamy skin, don't they, Auguste? And I hope you have got the dildo strapped so as not to interfere with his getting into you from behind stoop down with your thighs a little open so that handsome imposter there, (this was me if you please) can see for himself if he considers the passage clear; in the meantime I will get myself into the most suitable position, and you'll take care and do my business effectually that so called young lady with the long legs and standing prick will take care of your share, I'm sure." Taking this hint I knelt down, and putting my face close to Adele's posteriors and pulling open her buttocks, ascertained that, (as anybody might guess) strapping on the dildo for her Superior's gratification she had not neglected her own.
The machine was strapped well on her belly, the road to her cunt was free, and I pulled the lips open. My aunt, in the meantime, had with the assistance of Emilie laid herself down on the table, so that her rump touched the edge; on Adele's approaching her, she threw her legs over the young girl's shoulders, and Adele immediately shoved the ivory velvet-headed tube into its destined receptacle. I, on my part, slightly lubricated with my tongue the sanctuary I was going to violate, and then introducing my fiery knob, found that the position which Adele was occupying relative to my aunt, was an admirable one for my searching the very innermost parts of the fine fat-rumped novice.
Moreover if I had desired additional pleasure I had further gratification in admiring my aunt's legs and bosom, to say nothing of the sensual gratification expressed on her countenance as Adele began to warm into her work, assisted no doubt by the vigorous shoves and plunges with which I was penetrating her person somewhere as high as her waist. I should mention here, that when I made my third drive into her which was a vigorous one, she gave a slight scream; the only sympathy which that elicited from her being, "open your thighs wide, my sweet friend!" and from her Ladyship, "Don't mind her screaming, Auguste! She has got no maiden-head. I took that; go up to her kidneys, the road's clear enough!" I did give her the length of cock to such an extent that a catastrophe had nearly taken place.
Just as Lady Agatha had got worked up to her utmost ecstasy, and required the two or three last heavy digs and the injection of the warm cream; nothing must suit Mademoiselle Adele but being exactly in the same predicament! This I perceived by her beginning to catch her breath quick; to wriggle her butt about violently; to call upon me by name with every term of endearment; and to seem to be entirely forgetful of her Superior's open cunt before her, while she felt the rapturous effects of my glorious prick behind her. All this time my aunt was exclaiming, "Push harder, Adele, harder, you silly girl, and give me milk." But it was too late. I felt Adele sinking down almost helplessly, and it was well for her that I, though on the very verge of spunking into her, still retained my presence of mind.
Already I felt her warm liquor spouting forth and deluging my cock up to the very roots, literally saturating the hair, and saw there was no time to be lost. I caught her firmly in my arms, gave two or three tremendous shoves so as to force her and her appendages into my aunt's belly as far as they would go; and then, applying my hand to the elastic balls of the instrument effected the required ejection to my aunt's great delight; who murmuring, "That's very nice, I feared I was going to miss it!" sank down upon her pillow in a dreamy state of enjoyment.
As for me, I held my fair friend firmly in my arms, and in one second had supplied her with such a liberal allowance of what I may call "essential oil" that in addition to her own evacuations it actually overflowed its receptacle, and trickling down her white thighs showed very conspicuously against her scarlet stockings, to the intense delight of the three girls, Emilie, Agnes, and Louise, who had been by no means unconcerned or even idle spectators of this little drama.
In the very first commencement of proceedings, I had heard Emilie say to Louise, "Go, dear and fetch me a candle, a good large one; the first you can find; never mind whether it is lighted at a shrine or not, bring it here." And away ran Louise.
On her return it was to find Emilie upon the sofa lately occupied by my aunt, her petticoats drawn up, one long leg stuck over the back of the sofa, while the foot of the other rested upon the floor of course the exposure of the person was as complete as any one could desire; and as this was quite in my view, occupied any glances that I could spare from my immediate business.
On Louise's making her appearance with a huge candle, she motioned her to insert it in her gaping orifice, a hint which Louise, with I suppose a due recollection of the baboon's performances, or perhaps inspired by the scene she saw enacted on the table, or a grateful remembrance of my services to her; one or all, was not slow to take, she shoved the candle well into Emilie, so far at any rate she considered safe, and then commenced to work it with the judgment of a practitioner of thirty years standing. "And what was poor Agnes doing all this time?" the reader may ask.
While I rather think that very charming and virtuous young lady was regretting that she had ever pleaded soreness as an excuse for not being fucked; at any rate the devotion she was exhibiting towards my person led me to suppose that she would not have been very sorry to have been in Adele's place, sore cunt and all.
For she knelt down, and not only kissed my buttocks repeatedly, but extended her attentions, to my appendages, not merely kissing them, but lubricating them with her tongue in such a way as would have raised a prick stand in the most useless man that ever lived. Of course Adele had the benefit of the proceedings, and in a degree, that is to say of having a slight sprinkling of warm cream upon her pretty face, can be called benefit.
But at any rate she was the only person among us with any presence of mind or fit to do anything, I sank down in an easy chair, Lady Agatha remained on the table, Adele laid down on an ottoman, (I do not mean Turk,) and Emilie and Louise lay together on the sofa with their arms around each other and their lips pressed together. It was an interesting group certainly; a painter or sculptor might have searched the world over for an exhibition of more splendid limbs, or more graceful shapes; while a libertine would have been driven frantic with the development of secret charms, white rumps, mossy cunts, fat thighs, plump bosoms, all displayed without a pretence of concealment.
And the effect of this display was heightened by the air of voluptuous languor and total abandonment exhibited by the holders of these fascinations. The only exception as I said was Agnes. She evidently thought that something should be done to preserve at any rate a semblance of decency. She first of all turned her attention to me -and I gratefully acknowledged her kindness in wiping my prick carefully and gently with her muslin handkerchief.
Then unloosing the belt which bound my petticoats, she slipped my frock over my head and fastened it loosely. So I was pretty comfortable, especially after I had gone to the buffet and helped myself to a tumbler of champagne.
Agnes then went and pulled Louise off of Emilie and requested her to put a wrapper or loose frock of some kind upon Adele, at the same time drawing down Emilie's petticoats, so that she was pretty decent. Then she turned her attention towards her Lady Superior who, being pretty well accustomed to such attacks, was not in a very deplorable state; but gratefully acknowledging Agnes' kindness in drying her cunt and bringing her a glass of wine, proceeded with her help to robe herself, and managed to my surprise and admiration to appear in a few minutes as if nothing particular had happened.
When order had been thus partially restored, the Lady Superior remarked, "I hope, Emilie, you do not feel too fatigued to continue your story. Ah, you naughty girl," she continued half laughing, "the candle again, I suppose you'll frig yourself to death if you don't take care."
"I beg your pardon Madame," replied Emilie in a languid tone. "On this occasion that sweet girl Louise did my business for me, and very nicely she did it too; when she has a little recovered from her violation I'll do as much for her."
"All very fine," responded Lady Agatha, "but in the meantime as Louise got the candle (which I see is one of the largest and best and it is a mercy it is not broken with your wrigglings and heavings,) she had better go and put it where she took it from, and light it again, and you can go on with your story."
Just, however, as Emilie was about to recommence, the door opened and there entered father Eustace and Madame d'Ermonville, or rather I may as well say my father and mother.
Thanks to Agnes' presence of mind, the room and its occupants were better fitted to receive visitors than they had been ten minutes before, but still there was a certain air of disarrangement about the room and furniture; and most decidedly there was about the appearance of the young ladies. Their dresses, though somewhat arranged, were hardly tidy, as it is called; Agnes and Louise had flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, their desire had not been gratified, while Adele and Emilie were pale, and their eyes heavy, but an air of unmistakable sensuality pervaded the whole four of them. As for me I tried to look as unconcerned as possible; sitting with one arm around Agnes' waist, with her head resting on my shoulder I suppose we presented a picture of two affectionate young ladies. At any rate father Eustace seemed determined to think so, and to carry out the farce approached me, and laying his hand upon my head, remarked, "I rejoice, my daughter, that you have made a choice of one so holy and virtuous as our sister Agnes for your companion! May your friendship be a close and a lasting one." I assured him most conscientiously that I intended it should be a close and intimate one, giving Agnes a squeeze round the waist which she understood very well. Meantime Madame d'Ermonville, after saluting her sister, remarked that she had been taking a walk round the garden with father Eustace, and beginning to feel hungry and tired they had come into lunch. "But I see," said she, "that we are too late as the lunch has been removed from the table to the sideboard." The Abbess was going to remark that the lunch had never been on the table, when she fortunately checked herself on my mother's remarking, "But you should take care, Agatha, not to let careless people spill melted butter on your handsome table cover, look here!" And she pointed to the very spot on the edge of the table where her sister's rump had rested, and which had been plentifully bedewed; and which had been neglected in the general robing and setting to rights. But my aunt took the allusion very coolly; said that it was careless, but that she thought it was milk, requested Adele to wipe it up, (which was her duty,) and invited her sister and father Eustace to take some refreshment. This they gladly accepted, the holy father in particular eating and drinking as if he meant to restore his wasted energies.
As they were eating, Madame asked her sister how they had been amusing themselves, and how I had been behaving myself. To this the Lady Superior replied that I had conducted myself admirably, (she laid great stress on this word), and had inspired her and all the young ladies with the highest opinion of me. As for their amusements, Emilie had been telling them a short story, relating some adventures of hers which though doubtless of the world and worldly, even rather licentious, had doubtless a good moral, as they had conduced to her seeking the shadow of the cloister.
This story she proposed to continue as soon as their honored guests had concluded their lunch. On Emi-lie's expressing her opinion that such a foolish little narrative as hers was hardly fit to entertain such guests as Madame d'Ermonville and father Eustace, the latter promptly replied that he liked to hear all sorts of stories good or bad, pure or impure. In fact, he rather preferred the latter, as it gave him the opportunity of imposing a suitable penance if requisite, (here he glanced at Emilie, who laughed and blushed) or entirely pardoning the offence. "For you must understand, fair daughter," said the handsome monk, turning to me, "that we of the priesthood can do, without sin, whatever we like, provided that our intentions are good." To this I replied that I had no doubt of it; and my mother, turning to my aunt, said, laughing, "I wonder if his intentions were good in the garden just now?"
"Tell us all about it, Henriette," said Lady Agatha. "Well, I am almost ashamed," said Madame, "but this it was: I was taking a solitary walk in the garden this morning, when I was joined by his Reverence, who after a few common-place remarks proposed to me that as I had not confessed to him lately, that the arbour on the south side of the garden would make a very suitable confessional I partly guessed what this meant, and, as I expected, very soon found that the first duty of the confessor appeared to be to shove his hand up the penitent's underclothing, and that of the penitent to stretch her legs open. As I am talking to experienced young ladies, I need not hesitate to say that I received absolution while lying on my back with my thighs wide open, in the shape of a most vigorous fucking, and was favored moreover with a most copious administration of what I suppose was holy oil, indeed my belly was half full before I sat down to lunch, well I did not much mind that, indeed I rather liked it."
"Indeed you did," interrupted father Eustace emphatically. "But as we were subsequently strolling about the garden picking and eating some of the choice fruits, we met a nun, evidently a handsome woman, but pale faced, whom my companion accosted as sister Helen, asking her if she got quite well since her confinement --. "
"No doubt it was Helen," replied my aunt. "She got in the family way, by some means or other; nobody but herself knows or cares, the child was still born and she has got well, and I suppose is ready to be fucked again."
"Ready!" exclaimed my mother. "Listen to me!" After a little agreeable conversation which I joined, for I found sister Helen was a most lady-like person, this reverend gentleman who is drinking champagne out of a tumbler, asked her if she had been purified since her confinement. She in some surprise answered "no" whereupon he said that it was absolutely necessary that she should undergo that rite immediately, as she was not fit for Christian society in her present state. On this she looked at me with great alarm as if she had been polluting me with her company and forthwith consented.
We were then near' the weeping-willow which stands on the lawn, surrounded by laurels, father Eustace requested his victim to walk him under the branches of the former tree, I followed to see what would happen, we were partially, but only partially shrouded by its branches.
Then he desired her to stand with her back against the stem of the tree, and to take her petticoats and chemise up to her waist, which she did without speaking. Then his Reverence knelt down and forcing her thighs apart commenced to mumble her secret treasure with his mouth, then he proceeded to insert his finger and pronounce what he called a blessing and absolution. All I could hear of it was a muttering of "Very tight indeed, quite a maiden-head, four months since she was fucked," and blessings of that sort.
However, proceedings very soon came to an end, for I suppose the Father could not endure his lascivious sensations any longer, indeed I saw his monstrous prick, (you know what a huge tool he carries, don't you Mademoiselle Emilie?) almost bursting through its skin, and then it appeared that to complete the act of the so-called purification, sister Helen was to be fucked with her back against a tree standing upright. Pretty purification thought I, and what's more the gentleman had given me such unmistakable evidence of his power not twenty minutes before, that I should not have supposed him capable of doing another fine woman justice in such a short space of time.
But there is nothing like change and variety I am plump and fair-haired, indeed my secret hair is reddish. Now sister Helen is slender and dark, and her hair, that of her cunt and all is black. Moreover, as to minor difference, I always wear white silk hosiery whereas the handsome nun wears black silk, which is very becoming as I dare say, Mademoiselle Agnes who seems very fond of my daughter right well knows, and a very nice display she makes." This remark was occasioned by Agnes having in the fullness of her love passion forgotten herself a little, and crossed her left leg over my right, thus bringing herself a little upon my knee and making a rear display of her elegant long leg. Agnes blushed, the rest laughed, and my mother went on, "But be this as it may, father Eustace was quite ready to do full justice to his fresh paramour, and certainly as soon as he got fairly into her, which he seemed to have a little difficulty at first in accomplishing, he gave one upward shove which fairly lifted her off of her legs. I must say that she seemed to reciprocate his ardour, but her position was not the best calculated for displaying her activity; nevertheless she did her best and just as he was getting into the last few powerful digs she lifted up her left leg for him to catch hold of, which he did, thus affording me a fair display, and not only me but one of the gardeners who happened to be passing, and who merely giving a glance at the interesting performance said, 'Your blessing, pray holy Father.' 'Bene-dicte, my son,' replied father Eustace, drawing out about three inches of his tool as he spoke, and then went into her and finished her. And finished himself too I should think, for he seemed tolerably subdued as he kissed Helen and gave her his blessing. How long he'll remain in his present quiet condition I can't pretend to guess; not long, I'm afraid, if he has any pretty girls to confess especially after such a good lunch and lots of champagne. And now, young ladies, perhaps Mademoiselle Emilie will excuse this interruption and go on with her story, unless you feel too tired, for I am far too experienced a lady to suppose that any of you have passed the morning in mere conversation. I strongly suspect that there has been a little fucking going on; quite innocently you know, just by way of illustration."
"Pray, my dear Mademoiselle d'Ermonville," exclaimed Emilie, who was the most forward and experienced of the girls, "who is here to fuck any of us."
"Ah you know very well, you saucy girl," replied my mother nodding her head and laughing. "Besides, you, if all accounts are true, can manage on occasion without a man's cock a good sized candle, or even the fingers of one of your pretty companions will give you satisfaction, when nothing better is to be had." This was hitting the right nail on the head and no mistakes and we all laughed so that Emilie vowed vengeance against us, and declared that she would tell Madame and father Eustace all that we had been doing just before they had entered the room. "Tell away my child and welcome," said my aunt, who did not care one farthing who knew, or who saw, for that matter.
Emilie then without hesitation proceeded to describe the whole scene that had passed, expatiating chiefly on her Lady Superior, Adele, and me; but not omitting herself, and slightly exaggerating the parts played by Agnes and Louise, "Ah! how I wish I had been present!" exclaimed Madame d'Ermonville. "It seems to me that the most interesting part of the performance was that between Adele and Auguste here," said father Eustace very gravely. "My Son, (for it is of no use to call you daughter any longer,) what sort of a rump has that fine girl got?" I, of course, was lavish in my encomiums, whereupon he whispered to me, "I suppose you have made Agnes sore; if so recollect that she has two holes, and if you feel disposed to follow my example with regard to Adele Agnes will be only too glad to let you do anything."
I did not quite understand him, but held myself in readiness; for I certainly began to feel rather prick-stiff erous.
"Come hither, fair daughter," said father Eustace to Adele, "and exhibit your posteriors to me; you have never suffered penance from me, I think?"
"Never, your Reverence," said Adele, trembling.
"Don't be frightened," said the monk, "but bend your head down, and open your buttocks; have you any pomade, or florence oil, Sister Agatha."
"There is plenty of florence oil on the side-board; hand it to the Father, Louise," replied my aunt.
"You will never manage it, Eustace," said my mother, who came forward to inspect her confessor's lubricating the novice's rump hole with oil. "She is not very small, certainly, but you are so large."
"I'll manage it, never fear," he said. "You dearest Madame, take Agnes into your arms, and hold her there, while Auguste performs the same operation on her which I shall do upon Adele. He has taken her maiden-head, and she is sore."
"Certainly," replied my mother, very promptly. "Come to my arms, sweet friend," she said, as she seated herself on the sofa and drew Agnes over her.
"Oh, dear Madame," she exclaimed. "I would do anything to please your handsome, dear son."
"Bring the oil, my Auguste," said my mother, "and oil your prick well, as well as her orifice and I dare say you will slip in easily enough." I lifted Agnes' clothes upon her shoulders, and opening her white buttocks, inserted my forefinger saturated with oil, in the hole, I was about to invade. It looked so small that I was at first afraid that I never should manage it; but with a little rubbing backwards and forwards, and gently pulling open, I saw the thing was quite feasible, and was proceeding to oil my standing prick, when a loud exclamation of "Oh!" made me turn round, and I found that what my mother had said was pretty correct. Father Eustace was too large for his intended victim. He could not force his knob into Adele's rump-hole. "Lay your head on the sofa-cushion, dear Agnes," said Madame. "I will prevent that girl from being hurt, at any sacrifice. So saying, she rose and said, "Dear Eustace, you really must not; you must not indeed; I would rather you did anything than that."
"What anything, Henriette?" asked the Father meaningly. "Yes, anything," she replied, blushing, "though I had rather it had not been before these girls."
"Well, I can't wait," replied Eustace, "and you are large enough, that's one comfort." So saying, he dragged up Madame d'Ermonville's robes in the rudest manner, forced her head down upon the sofa cushions where I had already placed Agnes, and shoved his huge cock into her small rump-hole, or at least it seemed small in comparison, with the huge white mounds between which it lay. I am sure that Agnes felt no pain, and if she did not feel pleasure she pretended to do so. My enjoyment was very great indeed, quite ecstatic, and I presume father Eustace felt equal delight. We both of us deluged our fair partners simultaneously with our warm fluid, and withdrew with a noise like pulling a couple of corks.
Then kissing warmly the rounded snowy mountains we had just been pressing, we arranged our partner's attire; father Eustace remarking, that now Emilie was at liberty to continue her story.
CHAPTER VIII
WELL, HOLY FATHER," said Emilie, ad-dressing the monk, "I am perfectly ready to proceed, that is if you are quite sure that you are done with Madame d'Ermonville and the other ladies. One thing I must say, that the company need not expect to hear anything from me so lascivious as that they have just seen in the performance of you and Monsieur Auguste, and your lovely victims, for so I must take the liberty of calling them, considering that their persons are outrageously violated."
"Don't trouble yourself about us, Mademoiselle Emilie," exclaimed my mother. "Agnes and I are none the worse for what we have undergone. Recollect that a rump hole will recover its tightness and elasticity, whereas a maiden-head once burst through is lost forever. And now, please continue your narrative which I have no doubt will prove exciting enough."
"I think," said Emilie, "I left off where I expected the arrival of my mother, I parted with my seducer and promised him admittance to my bed-chamber that night or any night that he pleased. I permitted my maid to arrange my hair and partially to undress me, then I dismissed her, informing her that I proposed to stay up and read for a short time. She obeyed, glad enough to go to bed; and then by way of reading I took from my pocket the small book which Victor had lent me, and which I eagerly consulted. Most of the prints I had seen before he violated me, but I was confused and eager; now I looked at them leisurely, and deliberately; and certainly I must say that every posture which the wantonness of woman or the lust of man could possibly suggest were there delineated. Looking at these beautiful pictures naturally suggested to my mind what posture my handsome young page would choose to place me in when he came to pay me a visit. This question suggested the idea of whether I was fit to receive him. Willing, I most undoubtedly was, for I began, notwithstanding the ruthless bursting of my maiden-head, to feel very inammatory, but the worst of it was that my cunt, like those of our pretty young friends Louise and Agnes, was most undoubtedly sore. And what to do at first I knew not; for I felt sure that if my gallant young page could manage by any means to invade my sleeping chamber, he would have no mercy upon me. Then I recalled that I had some lip salve; this I copiously applied to very different lips from those for which it was intended; but still I flattered myself not without a certain grace and charm notwithstanding. Then wrapping myself up in my quilted dressing-gown, I determined to wait one hour and longer. Before the expiration of that time the house was perfectly quiet, and I had hardly ascertained that fact to my satisfaction, when the room door was opened and Victor entered. His face was a little flushed but he appeared more handsome than ever. I fancied he might have been taking some wine, but I was mistaken he flung himself down on his knees before me, and clasping me to his bosom devoured my lips with passionate kisses. As he did so he thrust his nude hand between my thighs and began to shove his fore-finger up my orifice this I begged him not to do telling him that I was quite ready to yield my charms to him in any way he liked best, but that having his cock rammed into me would be severe enough without having my little treasure irritated by his finger. I then told him what I had done about the lip salve and he told me that I had acted very prudently, for upon my word my beautiful mistress I can hardly contain myself.
"Indeed, Victor," said I laughing. "Your passions are very easily raised, let us see." So saying I put my hand to the waistband of his velvet breeches and he, divining my intention, let slip the buttons; down came the breeches, and lo, there stood his beautiful prick as stiff and furious as if he had not been between a girl's thighs for a month.
He then explained to me that he had been in that fiery state for the last ten minutes and I told him that I supposed that he had been feeling some of the waiting maids on the stairs or in the corridor, and being interrupted by the approach of somebody had been obliged to run off with his lust unappeased. This I said partly in badinage, for I could pretty well guess that when a page has raised his eyes to his mistress and that so effectually as to raise her petticoats, he will not fly his hawk at lower game, at least not for a while. Consequently I was not much surprised by my young gentleman giving my suggestion a most emphatic denial; but I must confess I was a little surprised to hear him declare that it was no other than Madame LaMarquise herself, on her return from the masquerade, had thus excited his sensual passions.
"What!" exclaimed I. "My lady mother!"
"Even so, Mademoiselle," replied Victor, in no way abashed. "You know the splendid costume in which she was attired, in that of a page of the reign of Henry the fourth well, that costume is all very well as long as the cloak and doublet are worn, but when they are taken off, the costume of the lady becomes more enticing and delicate."
He then proceeded to explain that my mother immediately on her reaching her own room complained of the heat, and in the presence of her favorite waiting maid and himself had divested herself of her outward clothing, and exhibited herself in a pair of long silk stockings. "And considering, Mademoiselle," he continued, "that she had very little else on but a velvet cap with a drooping white feather, there is no wonder that my manly passions were excited by her voluptuous form in a most uncommon degree." To this I replied in effected anger, that if my mother's more matured charms (the beauty of which I fully acknowledged) had excited his lust, he had better go into her room and tell her so, and see what sort of an answer he would receive. To which he made no direct reply, but begged of me to take my delicate hand off his prick, or he might make a mistake and waste his precious juice upon my silk dressing gown. On this I immediately desisted, and he reflected a moment on the position in which he could fuck me with ease and comfort to me, and I presume to satisfy himself. Finally he decided upon what he called the "flying position," and upon my asking him what was the peculiarity of that position, he turned over the leaves of the precious volume and showed me the picture of a Turk and a beautiful Circassian. The lovely slave was represented as lying on the edge of the bed, on her belly, while her lustful master was holding her by the thighs, one on each arm, so that as he shoved his prick into her, the weight of her rump and body generally forced her down upon him and him into her this he proposed to do to me, and lost no time in stripping me of my robe and congratulating himself upon my being such a light weight, placed me in the required position I must here remark in parenthesis, that at this period of Emilie's story, I was so much enchanted by the description of this fashion of rogering, that I mentally determined to try the effect upon Louise, who was as light as a fairy, or Agnes, or both. Emilie proceeded.
When he had got the lower part of my person rump-uppermost, located on the edge of the bed, and my thighs resting on the hollow of each of his arms, he went to work most vigorously; and such was the size, heat, and stiffness of his weapon, that notwithstanding my prudent application of lip salve I could not forebear a low cry or two what I should have done without the lip salve I don't know. I wonder if ever a young fellow with his cock well into a girl did pay any attention to her "Ohs and Ahs." At any rate my handsome lover did not; but there was one good thing about him, which was that thanks to his lust and the display of my charms, he expended his fury and spunk in about five pushes; so that my pain, such as it was, was over in a minute then covering my bottom with grateful and admiring, but very sensual kisses, he assisted me into bed, and stripping himself prepared to follow me. He bolted the door, and proposed to leave the lamp burning for the purpose, he said, of seeing by timepiece when the proper time would arrive for him to leave the room; and also I strongly suspect that he might see, as well as feel, the enjoyment of his intended vagaries. As for myself I felt well inclined for sleep, and when he got into my bed and clasped me in his arms, I laid my hand upon his breast, intending to get some repose if I could.
And after being most awfully kissed, I dropped off into a short slumber, but a moment's reflection would have convinced me that short indeed was the slumber that I had any right to expect, for if Master Victor had come to bed only to go to sleep, he might just as well have remained in his own apartment but at any rate to sleep I went and I recollect dreaming that I was a little girl again, playing in the hay field with my little cousins, and that I was being rolled over in the hay while one of my naughty little friends was feeling what he used to call his cousin Emilie's pretty bottom. I strove to call out that he was rude and that I would tell Mama; and then my dream altered; and I fancied that I had committed some great crime and was to suffer death by impalement; only that the stake was to be thrust through my posteriors and not my belly my dream was so vivid and real as to this last incident, that in striving to cry out for mercy I awoke and found myself lying very nearly on my belly with my face sideways on the pillow, and that my voluptuous tyrant had quietly oiled both my rump and his machine, and had actually begun his entrance while I was asleep. No wonder I dreamt that my posteriors were being impaled.
And it was of no use attempting to stop his proceedings there for he had partially effected an entrance; his knob was in, and I knew it was of no use to desire him to draw it out (I might as well have politely requested a tiger to let go a lamb he had captured), so by way of making the best of the matter I begged him to be very gentle, as I felt him awfully large and stiff for this feshly opened orifice to do him justice he obeyed me very carefully, and made his shoves very gently and easily until, as I felt, he had got his whole length in, up to the balls.
And then I presume he had the reward of his gentleness, for he gave three or four short rapid pushes, accompanied by the maddest, wildest expressions of delight that I could ever have imagined possible. Praises of my loveliness, the beauty of my shape, the grace and length of my legs, the plumpness of my thighs, the whiteness and softness of my cunt (which he was ramming his fingers into), and finally the peculiar delight and the charms of the hole in which in the middle of his ecstasies he injected a jet of warm thick liquid giving me a perfect cluster of spunk.
As he sunk down on my body, he burst out into an encomium of my kindness, amiability and general loveliness of mind as well as of body. Now all this was no doubt very flattering to my vanity, but of course I had sense enough to know that if I had not been a handsome girl I should have heard nothing of my grace of mind or disposition; and when my handsome friend had withdrawn his stake, and released my tender body from impalement, I told him as much, venturing at the same time a gentle remonstrance upon what I could not but consider an improper and lascivious use that he had (taking advantage of my being asleep) made of my person.
To this he replied that no words were strong enough to express the love and admiration which he felt for me: and as for his little proceedings, so far from meaning any disrespect for me by invading the sanctity of my lovely rump, he had meant it as the greatest kindness; for he felt sure that if I had to undergo much more regular fucking I should not be able to walk; and besides, you know, my sweet mademoiselle (or rather you should know), he continued, that such performances are by no means uncommon; as for instance when a young lady has her monthly courses and is unfitted to receive her lover in the regular way; or when she is afraid of being got with child; or when she is heavy with child and approaching confinement, she is afraid of being injured by a cock being rammed up her cunt; then sometimes a lady is impelled by curiosity to feel what the new sensation is like, and a young gentleman sometimes wants a change, or his lust takes the particular direction: indeed, my sweet mistress, there are a dozen excuses to be made for the rump hole performance.
"So it appears," said I. "Pray are there any pictures in that pretty book of yours which illustrate this chaste performance?" This I said curiously as if indifferent, but in fact I very much liked to look at the indelicate pictures, particularly when he explained them in his lascivious way. He at once replied that there were several, and that no book of licentious engravings would be complete without them.
The book lay on a table beside the lamp by the bedside, so he had nothing to do but stretch out his hand for it at the same time he consulted the timepiece, and announcing that it was half past three o'clock, said that although from the late hours of the household, there was no absolute necessity for him to rise before six, he thought he had better tear himself away from Paradise at five o'clock, so there would be no risk of his being seen, and consequently no suspicion of my character.
I was very pleased to hear him make this announcement, both on account of my own comfort, as I strongly suspected I had as much fucking and rumping as was good for me for the next twenty-four hours at any rate. Having expressed as much we then proceeded to enlighten our understandings with the pictures.
You young ladies who understand the subject so well, either from sight of the performance or from actual experience, will probably not be interested in my description of the pictures. Here she was interrupted by a general chorus of her audience begging her not to omit her story, or any part of it, father Eustace in particular telling her to continue, affirming that her narrative was extremely instructive. At the same time I noticed a lecherous twinkle in his eye, as he glanced at the fair story-teller, which, taken in connection with the nature of the anecdotes she was telling, and his recent disappointment with regard to Adele, seemed to promise that Emilie would not sleep by herself that night, if indeed she slept at all.
She continued: "The first picture shown me was something like the one of the Turk and the Circassian, I had already seen, only in this one the beautiful woman was forcibly held by a eunuch and a harem attendant in a stooping posture, while her sensual master, Aga or Pasha, but whatever he might be, was effecting a forcible entrance between the snow white cheeks of rump this was really a pretty picture but nothing compared to the next he showed as far as brutal lust was concerned. It represented three Indians who had made captive a young Mexican girl and were dividing her amongst them. I don't mean chopping her in three pieces, but dividing the available parts of her person. Thus she was represented as lying on her back on the top of one savage so that his prick was thrust up her butt-hole; another was kneeling over her face with his tool rammed into her mouth and holding up her legs at the same time, while the third was preparing to fuck her cunt, thus openly displayed.
The contrast between the hideousness of the brutal savages, and the beauty of their victim, and between their brown skins and monstrous cocks, and her whiteness and delicate parts, was cleverly portrayed; although the picture was hideously licentious, it possessed an indescribable fascination for me.
I'm afraid that I was beginning to be very sensual, and certainly my male companion did not let my propensities sleep.
Of course, I did not outwardly show the effect the pictures and commentary had upon me; but as we lay on account of the warmth of the night and the natural heat of our bodies, without bed covering, the effect upon him was remarkably evident his shirt in the centre of his body stuck up in a sharp pinnacle; and when I playfully removed the covering, there was Monsieur Priapus stiff as if he had not done any work or play at all I began gently rubbing it up and down, while I asked Victor what limit he proposed to put to his animal desires. To this he replied that although he had too much consideration for me to propose getting into my body any more for the present either in front or behind, yet there was one way of doing the business which would certainly result in our mutual delight and satisfaction if I would condescend to do exactly as he told me.
I had got into that state of mind and body that I was ready to promise anything which would assuage my animal propensities without hurting me; accordingly in obedience to Victor's directions I straddled over his face presenting the lips of my burning cunt right over the lips of his mouth. This posture you will perceive at once, my dear girls, brought my face down upon his secret parts. Hardly had I got astride upon his face than he pushed his tongue into my open orifice with a soothing delicious effect as he shoved it in and rolled it about which is something more than I can describe. I grasped his cock in ecstasy when, withdrawing his tongue for one moment, he exclaimed: "Into your mouth, my sweet mistress! Into your mouth if you love me!"
Now if any one had suggested to me twelve hours previously the idea of taking a young man's prick into my mouth, I should have scorned the idea as indelicate and impossible.
But now, with my passions inflamed to the utmost, and with my lover doing precisely the same thing in his way that I was expected to do in my way, I hardly hesitated a moment, but took his magnificent standard into my mouth and commenced sucking it.
Yes, you girls may laugh, but I assure you in its warm silkiness it was very nice, particularly when combined with the little game he was carrying on between my outspread thighs. He heaved his buttocks up to meet my mouth, and I on my part endeavored with an up and down movement to assist the operation of his tongue. That this gave me more delight than anything else that I had yet experienced, I have not the least hesitation in declaring.
You see his tool was too large for either of the two holes in the lower part of my body to give me pleasure; or if it did, it was so mingled with pain and so if his tongue was not too large for my cunt and his cock was not too large for my mouth where was the harm of our mutually enjoying ourselves in this somewhat extraordinary fashion? Enjoy ourselves at any rate we did; for just as the ecstatic feeling came over me and I felt that nature could no longer be restrained, and that I must let the fountain burst forth, be the consequences to master Victor's face and mouth what they might. He also began to heave his rump up in the most furious way, and while with both hands he pressed my bottom down upon his face he passed one of his muscular legs over my neck so as to force my face more over him if possible than it was.
Just then I deluged his mouth and face but he did not seem to mind it: on the contrary he continued his sucking and lunging with his tongue, until the same thing happened to me that had already happened to him, and I found my mouth full of a thick warm, sweet-tasting liquor.
Then I got off of him for I was afraid I was half smothering him, and we lay for half an hour in each other's arms sleepily kissing and hugging.
Then Victor prudently declared that he must go to his room, as he would certainly fall asleep if he remained longer in my bed, and that it would be better and safer for us both for him to sleep in his own bed besides he said three or four hours sleep would be of great service to him.
Acquiescing in the truth of this, I let him partially dress himself and depart, feeling sure of the power of my charms to call him to my side whenever I might desire the pleasure of his company. The only thing was to find the opportunity. Reflecting upon this I fell asleep, and did not awake until my maid, Pauline, entered the room about ten o'clock, and desired to know if it was my pleasure to rise. Though usually very respectful, my attendant could not help noticing my pale cheeks, darkened eyes and general languid appearance.
All this I attributed to my monthly courses having come on irregularly, which I also hoped would account for any casual blood stains my soubrette might find on my chemise or bed gown.
But, as the sequel will show, she was not such a fool as to be taken in that way.
However, in the meantime she gave me some chocolate, which revived me, and then I went downstairs to my mother's boudoir to breakfast with her and to hear her account of the gaieties of the previous night.
By this time it was eleven o'clock, and I found my mother risen indeed but not dressed.
She seemed not only tired, but uneasy and vexed; not with me though as I was happy to find out. It seemed that my mother had conceived an attachment for Monsieur Le Viconte de Merville, and as all her attractions (and they were many) mailed to bring this gentleman to her feet, she attempted a bold stroke at this masquerade. The Vicomte had often admired a valuable ring of brilliants belonging to my mother; this it appears my mother had put in a small case and deposited in the right hand pocket of her breeches.
When at the masquerade she conveyed a small billet into Monsieur de Merville's hand, intimating that the crime of picking a pocket might sometimes be forgiven and lead to happiness.
And she was sure that notwithstanding her mask he knew her "And you'll hardly believe me, my dear Emilie, that when the passionless wretch took advantage of my hint and did pick my pockets, though he did it in the grossest way, going behind me in the very thick of the crowd and pressing the front part of his person against the back part of mine, and absolutely rammed both hands into the very bottom of my pockets, he never took the trouble to feel my secret parts, no, not though the ring in its case lay right against them, the ring he took of course, but I'll never forgive him, no, never," exclaimed my mother, half sobbing with vexation to give a man such a fair opportunity, and to have it neglected. "I expected at least that he would have taken one good searching feel, and requested in my ear a whispered question for something more."
"Perhaps, dearest mother, he did not know you," said I. '. 'Then he ought to have done," replied my mother with some asperity.
"Oblige me by requesting the page Victor to take away these breakfast things, and then you and Fanchette come help me to dress."
On Victor entering the room, my mother seemed struck with his appearance: he always looked very handsome, but this morning there was a pallor and a delicacy about his general appearance which was very captivating.
Perhaps the effects of his interview with his young mistress and his consciousness of it, may have had some share in producing these results.
At any rate my mother, having looked at him for a minute or two, said, "Victor, go into my dressing-room and on the floor near the table you will find my garters lying just bring them here, will you?" Victor obeyed, speedily returning with the small scarlet silk bands in his hands.
"Now," said my lady, "kneel down and put them on for me."
"Oh, Mama," I exclaimed, "can't I do that for you?" (you see I recollected what Victor had told me in the night, and the impression made upon him by my mother's charming person, and I felt rather jealous, for I knew that my mother gartered above the knee, and I dreaded the result.) "Certainly not, child," replied my mother. "It is the duty of a page to wait upon his mistress." So saying, as she lay upon the sofa she deliberately lifted up one leg and drew her silk stocking up to the required height, so that as Victor knelt down to fit on the golden buckled cincture, he could not help seeing everything she had to show.
As he went through the same performance with the other leg, my mother suddenly called out, "Oh! the wretched flea! Catch it if you can Victor! And you, my child, may leave the room if you like, or stay if you like it better."
"Take down your breeches Victor; the flea is between my thighs and no one can catch a lady's flea in those regions with his breeches buttoned." Victor immediately obeyed, casting as he did so a deprecating look at me, as much as to say that he could not help it. I need not say that as soon as his stiff standing prick was set free from the encumbrance of his breeches, all my lady's anxiety about the flea disappeared; and laying one leg over the back of the sofa on which she was reclining, she beckoned him to come on.
This he was not slow in doing, taking the precaution however of laying one of the spare sofa cushions under my mother's rump. As he did so I was perfectly astonished at the extent of the charms she displayed; such a capacious slit in the midst of such an extensive black forest! And then her bottom orifice, which was also displayed by her elevation on the cushion, why it was as large as my cunt! But I had not much time for observation, for the obedient page, always dutiful to his mistress' commands, stopped up the first named orifice, sheathing his weapon up to the hilt in two strokes; and I have no doubt giving my mother perfect satisfaction, for though she kept saying that she did not undergo this operation from any lascivious feelings, but merely as a medicine, and to take the bile off her stomach; yet the broken stammering manner in which she spoke, and the way in which she crammed her fingers into Victor's rump, and put one leg after the other over his back, revealed to my ideas something very different from undergoing medical treatment.
He finished her at last, then withdrew his sword from its moistened sheath, and commenced buttoning up, while Mama languidly cried, "Emilie, my child, wipe me dry, and pull down my robes." I dutifully obeyed but had hardly finished when we heard a carriage drive up to the door, and a loud ring at the porter's bell.
"Monsieur de Merville desires the honor of waiting upon your ladyship," announced one of the footmen entering the room.
"Show him into the drawing room, and say that I shall have the pleasure of meeting him there," said my mother. "Emilie, my child, you summon Fan-chette, and accompany me to my bedroom, both of you."
No sooner had we arrived in that sanctuary than her ladyship, without assistance, stripped herself completely while we dampened her over with a sponge saturated with perfumed water.
The next proceeding was a very important one, it was nothing less than washing mother's private parts with a solution of alum.
This was to create a fictitious tightness, in the event I suppose, of the gallant Vicomte feeling those interesting parts either with his finger or his still more noble member.
And indeed after Victor's performance, something of the sort was absolutely necessary, for both her ladyship's orifices were open, slack and moist.
After this proceeding we began to dress her ladyship in her most delicate underclothing; then while Fanchette hastily put her hair into something like order, I selected a dark silk morning wrapper, which I considered would become her very well.
As I was doing so the drawing room bell rang, and I heard the Vicomte ask the footman who appeared if Madame de Fleury had received his message.
On my reporting this my mother exclaimed: "Go to him, my dear child, and keep him quiet and say that I am coming instantly."
So I hastened away, and in the drawing-room found a fine, tall gentleman superbly attired, who addressed me as Mademoiselle de Fleury, introduced himself as the Vicomte de Merville, and begged to know if charming Mama would honor him with her presence, I assured him that my lady mother would see him immediately; on which he politely remarked that the delay seemed less irksome now that he had a fair companion. Then he made complimentary allusion to my great beauty, and likeness to my mother. And then he asked for the honor of saluting my maiden cheek, at this I blushed and curtsied and tendered my cheek in courtly fashion as I had been instructed. But the cheek did not suit him; he proceeded to the lips, and after fairly devouring them and rolling his tongue round my mouth, he commenced feeling my person, outside my clothes it is true, but still very effectually. "Pray keep all this for my mother," I managed to say. "Don't be alarmed, my sweet young friend," he replied. "I do not intend any violence on your delicate girlish body, but I am really anxious to see what sort of a daughter your beautiful Mama has got." So saying he lifted my frock and underclothing and deliberately inspected my legs, thighs, belly, bottom and private orifices. "Ah, ah!" he said, as he thrust his finger into my recently violated cunt. "I have found out a secret, eh! No maid as I live! And so young too! Never mind, I won't tell Mama; it shall be a secret between us, but we'll talk about it some other day."
I was ready to cry with shame and vexation at having been so soon found out; but he kissed me and soothed me, and I felt somewhat reconciled just then my quick ear caught my mother's step, and he had just time to withdraw his hand from my thighs, and I to drop and arrange my clothes; and both of us to get a little further apart from each other, when my mother entered the room, and very stately, graceful and queen-like she looked Monsieur Le Vicomte said so in very warm language! And then holding out the ring he had taken out of her ladyship's pocket the night before, he said, "I found this beautiful trinket last night: it was most delightfully situated pray have I your ladyship's permission to keep it, or must I put it back where I found it?"
"Pray keep it, dear Henri, as a token of my regard," said my mother. "You can't very well put it back where you found it; you see I have no breeches on!"
"Pardon me, your ladyship, I do not see anything at all," he replied laughing. "At any rate, breeches or no breeches, the delightful neighborhood is there in all its glorious charms."
"Ah! Dear Henri, you flatter me!" said my mother smiling and sighing.
As for me, I began to think it was time for me to leave the room.
CHAPTER IX
HOW IF I HAD WITNESSED THE FAMILIARITIES BETWEEN my handsome Mama and the Viscomte de Merville a week previously, my natural timidity or modesty would have induced me to leave the room, but I had plucked the apple from the tree of knowledge, and although I had been rather overdone by Victor's amatory proceedings of the previous night, yet being naturally of a strong constitution, and as rather suspected of a very lascivious temperament, I resolved to stay in the room and witness this new performance; wondering internally if her ladyship would do her share of the business to the gentleman's satisfaction, after the short, but very sharp and decisive fucking she had just subjected herself to from Victor. Moreover I was by no means free from that feminine vice or virtue, whichever you please, called curiosity. So although the Marchioness hinted, "Dearest Henri, that child is in the room!" neither he nor I paid the least attention to the remark. I quietly ensconced myself in a lounging chair, wondering what shape the Viscomte's aristocratic lasciviousness would take; and he on his part was kissing my mother, and rolling his tongue round her mouth, while at the same time unbuttoning his breeches. When he had accomplished this preliminary, and also raised his shirt, I was perfectly surprised at the appearance of his cock. Victor's was the only machine I had hitherto seen, and I thought his was beautiful, and all that a girl could desire; it was simply a light, healthy flesh and blood color. But this young nobleman's was literally milk white; something like a marble column with a ruby head. I, in my innocence, thought such a pure looking tool was a proof of his lordship's aristocratic breeding but I subsequently found that it was in consequence of his washing it, or having it washed for him, with milk of roses. However there it stood, which was more at any rate than he did, for the Marchioness playfully pushed him backward on the sofa and began to amuse herself by handling and fondling his beautiful prick and its appendages.
"Do be quiet, my lovely angel," said the prostrate gentleman, "and if you are going to ride over me triumphantly, lose no time in gathering your robes up, and setting your magnificent rump upon me, for I cannot contain myself much longer."
On this my mother called out, "Emilie, my child, since you are in the room, you must assist me; gather my robes and underlinen well up to my shoulders, and then as I settle my buttocks down upon Henri, guide his murderous weapon into the open sheath prepared to receive it."
I obeyed this order with pleasure, and as her ladyship straddled over her handsome friend, I arranged her petticoats and chemise so that she was naked from above the waist; then as she began to rest her weight upon him, I guided the shining satin knob between the black haired lips, and it immediately disappeared from view, being swallowed up right to the balls. These I felt, they were hot and as hard as horn. Judging from what little I knew from my own experience, I foretold that the gentleman's enjoyment, or at least the first outburst of it, would be over in less than a minute. His hand was free, for he did not need it to press my mother's face to his she took care of that, and I only wonder she did not smother him with her passionate kisses and caresses so he could employ them as he pleased, felling the lady's thighs, and the disengaged part of her cunt, and cramming his fingers into her rump-hole. This I did not consider very aristocratic, but a moment's reflection convinced me that when a man or a woman either, is in an overpowering state of sensual lust, nothing is too strong, nothing is too gross to be either imagined or executed in the way of gratifying it.
All this that I am taking so long to relate, took only a minute or two to execute. The gentleman's convulsive heavings to meet the lady's heavy downward pressure became more ecstatic, and then ceased almost suddenly, simultaneously with a long drawn gasp of pleasure.
I watched the proceedings narrowly and could perceive that his splendid companion had not quite finished (her previous exertions with Victor had produced a certain effect), but as Monsieur's stiffness had not altogether evaporated, she managed by a little judicious rise and fall of her lovely rump to produce the desired effect for herself as well as for her lover! And oh! what a mess they made between them on the blue velvet sofa cover. I was quite anxious for them to recover themselves, so that I might wipe away some at least of the slimy deposit. This was shortly afterwards managed pretty well, and while the enamored pair were putting their dresses into something like order, my mother remarked, "Well, child, you have seen a very pretty exhibition. I hope it will not put improper ideas into your head."
"I should think not," interrupted Monsieur de Mer-ville, "for Mademoiselle seems the very height of prudence and modesty."
As I listened to this and recollected that only fifteen minutes before, the speaker had shoved his fingers up my cunt and discovered no maiden-head: I gave him more credit for his gallantry and politeness than his truthfulness. Moreover, to tell the truth, I began to feel rather ticklish and excitable, and no wonder. But my mother did not notice any change in my demeanor; she was rallying the Viscomte about a bevy of pretty girls, which report said he kept about him, both in Paris and in the country at the Chateau de Merville. A regular sort of harem it appeared to be from her remarks. He took her inquiries, which were half jocular, half jealous, very coolly, and informed us that he always liked pretty girls about him: and that his housekeepers, both in Paris and in the country, had orders to have always about half a dozen of handsome girls on hand, doing easy work, and always at his lordship's beck and call.
"Pray, Henri," asked my mother, "have these young girls, when they enter your service, any idea of the peculiar nature of the services required of them?"
"Well, dearest," he replied, as he lazily reclined on the sofa sipping a glass of Curacoa, "I think it is very probable that they may make a shrewd guess at the truth; for whenever my housekeeper in Paris, for instance, has found a girl that she considers handsome and well-made, she is brought to me for approbation dressed in a short skirt and very little else. I find that I have very little difficulty with the Parisian grisettes who are very clever, naturally, and licentiously disposed; and on one of them being brought into my private room, I naturally proceed at once to examine her legs, thighs and private parts. It is my housekeeper's duty, of course, to ascertain that, if not exactly a maid, the girl is clean and pure and has not been too hard worked. Such a girl as this generally received my poking and fingers with gratified smiles, and tries to display herself to the best advantage; and if I approve of her I signify as much to my attendant, who takes special care of her, or indeed, if the girl appears very fascinating, I sample her on the spot, making her go upon her hands and knees, or perhaps, if I am lazy, settle her rump upon my lap, and do the greater part of the work herself. If one of the Parisian girls gets with child by me, she is in due time sent off to the Chateau de Merville, where he is delivered, nursed, and the child taken care of. In this way ,you perceive, Madame," continued the Viscomte, turning to my mother, "I keep up a very fine breed of peasantry upon my estate, to say nothing of those strictly speaking belonging to the soil. For though the peasant girls about my country house are more modest generally speaking, than the city grisettes, the honor of being fucked by the Seigneur is considered so great, that if they did not appreciate it themselves, their parents would take care that if sufficiently handsome they should have the honor of my embraces. And I can say what every Seigneur cannot, and that is that I have never had occasion to force a girl in my life."
A most amusing incident once occurred. Of course, as everybody knows, the lord of the chateau has a right to the first night with every bride that is married, but this right I did not always care to exercise, for what with charming ladies of my acquaintance and pretty girls in my service, I have generally as much fucking as I can well manage to do without injuring my constitution. But the incident was this: a young blacksmith, Pierre Rozeay by name, was about to marry a girl called Ninon Barbotte; my valet had hinted to me that the girl was rather good-looking but I had at that time some very good-looking girls about me and felt rather lazy besides, so beyond sending them a few pieces of gold to promote their wedding festivities, I troubled myself no more about the matter. But, lo! When I was sitting by myself in the cool of the evening, half musing, half dreaming, with a flask of Burgundy by my side, one of my attendants announced that the bridegroom and bride desired to have the honor of speaking to me. I ordered them to be ushered in, imagining that they had come to make their acknowledgments for the trifling present I had given them. They entered, and Pierre, who was usually a very bashful youth, explained his purpose in calling upon me very distinctly and plainly. The fact is, he had taken a few glasses of Eau-de-vie, which had given him courage."
"He called my attention to his wife, who was a much handsomer girl than I had been led to expect, and looked particularly well in a white skirt, a wreath of roses round her pretty head, and scarlet stockings (peasant like) displaying her fine muscular legs. Pierre's speech was to the effect that when Jules the woodman, and Antoine the under-gamekeeper were married, Monseigneur was pleased to honor the ceremony by embracing the brides and taking their virginity. Not only so, but my lordship was pleased to express his approbation of the satisfaction he had derived from the young women's personal charms by making each a handsome present on which to commence housekeeping; and when the first child was born my honor said that I would be at the cost of providing for it to a reasonable extent. And Pierre respectfully submitted to my honor's consideration whether he and his bride were not equally worthy of my lordship's attentions as Jules and Antoine on their marriage. He said that as far as money was concerned I had behaved very liberally, but that both he and his bride would consider it an honor if I would take her virginity and lay the foundation for a fine child, which would in name be Pierre's, but would in fact by my lordship's and would doubtless be provided for accordingly. All this tickled my imagine amazingly, especially when Pierre, leading his young wife forward, demanded to know if I did not think her very pretty. Certainly she looked so, and blushed very becomingly. But her husband was apparently determined to bring matters to a crisis; for as he stood before me, he grasped her clothes, and lifting them all completely up at one sweep, displayed her naked charms in all their glory. The young rogue calculated well and called my attention to the roundness of her thighs, the length of her legs, the whiteness of her belly, the plumpness of her buttocks, and finally to her mossy orifice. Ninon took this exhibition all in good part, being apparently desirous of not only obtaining the approbation of her young husband but of me, her lord and master. "That's right, my Lord," he exclaimed, as he saw me beginning to unbutton my breeches. "You never stuck your knife into a nicer young lamb in your life, I am sure-how will you have her?"
To this I replied that my imagine was that the kneeling posture would suit her best; and that if she was still a maid (which I somewhat doubted), it was the best and easiest way for me to break through her virgin barrier. No sooner said than done. Two or three sofa cushions flung on the carpet were all that were required to make a luxurious couch; and the young bride, without any hesitation, at once put herself in the required attitude, to the great delight of her pleased and gratified husband and also to my satisfaction. Her fair white rump was a very fine cushion for my belly to butt against, I assure you; and whether she was a maid or not I neither knew nor cared; she was certainly very tight, but I managed to get in right up to the balls the very second thrust I made. She not only made no signs of suffering any pain, but from the way in which she wriggled her great plump, firm butt about, exhibited most decided pleasure; and our mutual joy was consummated after a very brief interchange of shoves and heavings. Pierre, who had watched the whole proceeding with proud attention, remarked at the termination that he could not have fucked her better himself, if so well; and thought that my lordship had certainly got her with child. I disabused his mind of this idea; for, be it known unto you, ladies both, that the position that I had adopted with the young bride is not a favorable one for inducing a girl to breed; nor indeed, according to my humble experience, is any position in which the lady's posteriors are presented uppermost. "You, my dear mademoiselle," continued the Viscomte, addressing himself to me, "know nothing, of course, about these matters, but it is as well that you should be aware of them, lest in some unguarded moment when you yield up your youthful charms to some forward and favored lover, you should find disagreeable consequences in nine months time in the shape of a swelled belly."
"Hush, Henri," exclaimed my mother. "Emilie is far too young to think of such things at present; there will be plenty of time when she is two or three years older, and betrothed in marriage."
"Oh, certainly," replied de Merville, with a glance out of the corner of his eye at me. "Well, to conclude my story, I assured Pierre that whoever was father of their first child, I would be God-father to it: on which Ninon curtsied. I kissed her, and slipping a few Louis-d'ors into Pierre's hands gave them permission to depart, a happy and grateful couple."
"I could relate a score of such anecdotes," continued the Viscomte, "such as being overtaken with a storm one day while on a shooting excursion, and seeking shelter in a farm house, where were three very handsome specimens of our country girls, the good dame, their mother, offered me my choice of the three to amuse myself with while I stayed, and refreshed myself! Very hospitable, wasn't it? Of course I did not refuse such a kind offer, and as they were equally handsome, I chose the eldest, and requested her to show me a bed immediately. The girl, gratified by being selected in preference to her younger sisters, immediately led the way up a steep and narrow stair more like a ladder indeed that led to the best chamber in the house. As I followed her I ascertained that she had a fine figure, rather coarse and muscular perhaps, though out of hard labor and exercise; but evidently possessed of the power of satiating the most lustful voluptuary that ever suffered from an unendurable prick-stand. You may depend upon it I did not go upstairs with my fine farmer's daughter for nothing. From setting her on the edge of the bed, with her heavy legs over my shoulders and my cock vomiting his juice into her belly, to laying her flat on her face in the centre of the bed and ramming into her rump, every mode I tried upon her to my own satisfaction, and I hope and believe to hers also."
"The fun was when Marie and I came into the kitchen again: she looked rather conscious, but proud, and I totally unconcerned. Her sisters immediately attacked her with their badinage, such as:
" 'Well, Marie, how did you like it?' 'What did his Lordship do to you?' 'Are you sore?' 'Let us look,' and so on."
To which the worthy dame replied: "For shame, Jeanette and Susette! Leave Marie alone (for the naughty girls were pulling up her petticoats, and examining her inflamed secret orifices to see if there was any blood, I suppose). Marie, my child, sit down and rest yourself, and take a cup of cider." Then turning to me, she said: "I hope you enjoyed yourself, my lord, my daughters are very fine girls and I am proud of them, but nothing is too good for your lordship; and I hope that Marie gave you satisfaction."
To this flattering speech, I replied, that I had been pleased beyond measure, and the powers of her daughter were so extraordinary, that she had fairly forced all my vitality out of me, and that I very much doubted if I should be able to raise a real honest cock-stand for a week to come. As I said this, I exhibited my aristocratic priapus, looking very nice and white certainly, but dispirited and flabby; he seemed ashamed of what he had been doing, and could not hold up his head. At my speech and exhibition, the good dame burst out laughing, saying that she had not been married for five and twenty years for nothing, and that she could soon put life into me. "Indeed, my honored Seigneur," said she, "since it is partly my fault that you are reduced to this innocent state, I must apply the remedy inwardly, and this saucy girl Susette shall administer the outward application. Susette take your hand from under your sister's petticoats."
"But, Mama, Jeanette likes it," was the reply.
"Never mind, whether she likes it or not," was the reply. "Just you kneel down before Monsieur the Viscomte, and take his beautiful machine into your mouth as far as it will go and suck it nicely. And now, my lord, drink this," she continued, producing a dusty bottle from the recesses of a dark closet and filling a large wineglass. What the liquor was I know not, it was very fiery, but not unpleasant.
The effects, however, were most extraordinary, and almost instantaneous. In two minutes I began to feel my blood hot in my veins, in five minutes it was at the boiling point, and in ten minutes was in such a state, that Susette proud of what she considered entirely due to her own exertions, withdrew the beautiful red and white weapon from her mouth, exclaiming, as she took hold of it, "See, mother dear, what I have done! Have not I managed it well?"
"Excellently, my sweet Susette," I interrupted, "and now it becomes your duty to take away the delicious stiffness which you have so cleverly created. Suppose you lie down on the table with your legs hanging over the edge."
"Certainly, Monseigenur," replied the obedient girl smiling, placing herself in the required position.
"I know what you require my lord, and Jeanette and I will assist you as grooms do with a stallion serving a mare; pull up Susette's petticoats," continued the old lady. "Now open the lips of her cunt, now put one of her legs over each of his lordship's shoulders. Now, my lord, gently at first, she's a maid, I really believe." As the good dame said this, she guided my regenerated instrument between the mossy crimson portals of her daughter's maiden treasure. And indeed, strange to say for a girl of eighteen, it was a maiden cunt.
My first lunge produced the exclamation of "Ah! monsieur, how terribly large! Oh, Mama, I cannot bear it!" I tried to stop her mouth with kisses, but as I burst through her obstacle I could not restrain her cries, "Oh, Mama, he has broken through something inside me; his long thing is forcing its way up inside!" Then with some gasping and sobbing she was a finished woman: her mother standing by gravely approving and pronouncing that my performance was very clever and business-like.
"I have known and seen the thing bungled many times," she said. "I have known a man to spunk between the girl's lips and all over her butt, before taking her maiden-head. I've even known a man fool enough to draw his prick out when the girl began to sob and scream; he loses all his gratification, and the young woman does not thank him for the self-denial. She wants to know the secret of the proceeding: she knows other girls like it, and she knows she will have to bear it sooner or later. Depend upon it my lord, there is nothing like a little gentle violence, not that all maiden-heads are equally difficult to burst through."
"No, indeed," I replied. "I have taken at least a hundred, but your daughter's was remarkably tough, the strongest resistance I ever met with; I'm afraid she'll be very sore tomorrow."
"Never mind, my lord," said she. "I will wash her with milk and water, and she shall keep quiet. Bless you, sir, she'll be fit for fucking again in forty-eight hours!"
At this I laughed and said that I should be happy to see either of the fine girls whose embraces I had just reveled in, or their sister Jeanette, whose person I had not enjoyed, any day they choose to pay me a visit at the chateau.
"But I weary you, my dear madame, and your fair daughter with the history of my rural adventures, and indeed, it is high time for me to take my departure.
At what time tomorrow may I have the honor and pleasure of calling?"
My mother assured him that she would be delighted to see him at any time after noon, and he bade us adieu, kissing my mother in a most lover-like manner, and respectfully saluting my hand: I could not help thinking as he did so, however, that there was a wicked glance in his eye, and that he meant more than he dared to show.
After he had departed, my mother said, "Emilie, my child, as you perceive, I am no prude, nor do I wish to bring up my daughter as a prude. I certainly should not wish you to have a child before marriage; or to compromise yourself grossly in any way, but a little loving enjoyment with a young gentleman of good family, or even tasting the joys of passion in the embraces of a married gentleman who is honorable and knows how to hold his tongue anything of this sort, prudently and moderately enjoyed, I will not object to. But I warn you that I will not have you interfering between me and my lovers! All men like change, I know them well; and some men have a particular penchant for very youthful girls; I myself was ravished by violence in a summer-house in a garden before I was fourteen years old, and before I had anything but a little mossy down on my private parts. My violator was a nobleman who had one of the handsomest wives in Paris and she certainly ought to have satisfied him; but he explained to me as a sort of apology for his dreadful crime, (I'm sure I thought I was fairly split, and that my cunt would never come into shape again), that he had an inexpressible craving for a very young girl, and that he felt he must gratify his longing at any risk or cost. I only tell you this to show that you may not only be sought, but well fucked too; and I warn you that if you admit Henri's beautiful cock between your thighs, or take any of my other particular friends into your arms, I will send you away, to a convent most likely."
"Of course I promised my mother most faithfully, and certainly meant to keep my promise. Whether I was able to do so or not, you my dear friends," continued Emilie, looking round to us, her circle of attentive listeners, "will be able to guess, judging from my presence here among you. The crisis of my fate was soon to arrive. On the very next day, about mid-day, a message arrived for my mother, to the effect that her aunt, a very rich old lady who lived about six miles from Paris, was dying, and her presence was urgently requested. Now my mother had great expectations from her aged relative, so although greatly disliking leaving Paris at any time, and particularly after making engagement with Henri de Merville, she most reluctantly but speedily made her arrangements for departure. She wrote a note for Henri, informing him of the necessity for breaking his appointment, and begging him to see her next day I, of course, was not supposed to be at home. And away she went. She had not been gone five minutes before I saw the Viscomte's carriage drive up to our entrance, and listening, I could hear Henri expressing disappointment at madame's absence, but instead of going away he announced his intention of stepping upstairs to write a note. To this, of course, the porter could make no objection, as he was well known as a favored guest, so one of the footmen ushered his lordship upstairs, supplied him with writing materials and wine and left the room. Now I had just left this very room, being under orders to keep out of the way of my mama's pet; but finding that the coast was clear, and not hearing any one about who would be likely to intrude, feminine curiosity, and indeed, perhaps, a stronger feeling, induced me to trespass into my mother's sitting room under pretense of looking for a book. Of course I was quite surprised to find the Viscomte there and prepared to withdraw, feigning great modesty, and regretting my mama's unavoidable absence."
"Oh, I know all about that, you know," said the Viscomte, very coolly. "I dressed up a servant of mine in your aunt's livery, and sent him here with a ficticious message, in order to get your beautiful mother out of the way. Kind and yielding as she is, I know she would half kill us both if she caught us in each others' arms."
"Well, I knew pretty well what all this meant, so obviously the first thing to do was to lock the door to prevent intrusion at any rate, if not listening. Of the latter we should have to take our chance. Any hesitation I might have had about my next proceeding was obviated by the handsome young nobleman catching me to the sofa, where he perched me upon his knee, first of all taking the precaution of lifting up my petticoats so that I sat with my posteriors and thighs naked. When he got me thus he covered my lips with amorous kisses; and then proceeded to say that he knew I was no virgin; and as he said so his inquisitive fingers at once penetrated my secret recesses; that he did not care how it had happened, whether I had done it myself or whether I had it done for me, but at any rate he hoped I would not refuse him the pleasure of reveling in my budding charms.
Now I had not been fucked for thirty-six hours, and what with witnessing my mother's performances, and listening to her lover's lascivious stories, I had got myself into considerable state of heat and excitement. So that the only reply that I made, and I suppose it was the best that could be made under the circumstances, was to clasp him tenderly round the neck and press my hot lips to his. Upon this he gently laid me down upon the sofa, previously placing a sofa cushion for my soft posteriors to rest upon, then separating my thighs, he began first to kiss my cunt and then to lick it and mumble it until I thought he would end by eating it altogether. He abstained, however, from that demonstration of his passion, and apparently unable to wait any longer, dropped his breeches and got upon me, lifting my legs out of his way as best he could. He began his work very slowly indeed, but it was very delicious. He was large and strong, but very gentle; and on one occasion after giving an extra shove he hoped he had not hurt me, and that I liked it. Didn't I, that's all! I raised my legs and crossed them over his back and heaved myself up more vigorously, I thought, than he shoved into me. At last it came, the delicious natural emission, drowning his cock and wetting both him and my bottom. And now I perceived that he had an object in not finishing at the same time that I did, for as I lay half fainting, he whispered, 'Sweetest Emilie, if I had yielded to the dictates of nature at the same time as yourself, the effects to you would probably have been most disastrous, but I have controlled my longing desires in this tender little orifice, by which proceeding you will ran no risk of a swelled belly.' As he said this he proceeded to moisten my ramp-hole with the milky emission that he had sufficiently moistened from the former orifice and enlarged it with his finger, he rolled me over on the sofa and lay over me again, this time, however, on my bottom and not on my belly. I made no objection to his proceedings, feeling it only just that as I had all the pleasure hitherto, he should have his share also; moreover as Master Victor had traveled the road Monsiegneur proposed to travel, I did not feel much alarm as to the consequences. He was larger, however, than Victor, but decidedly more gentle, and as he had been restraining himself for the last three minutes, it naturally followed that when he gave the rein to his passions, his proceedings were not very lengthy of course I did not count his pushes but I should think his performance did not last much over a minute, and then he deluged me. How long he would have lain upon me, enjoying the soft cushion my buttocks afforded him, I know not, but I ventured to remind him that his carriage and horses had stood at the door for half an hour, and that writing a note would hardly account for his passing such a long time in the house, and that my mother's jealousy would most undoubtedly be roused. He acknowledged the justice of my remarks and kissed me passionately, swearing that he would find means to meet me again. Then I slipped out of the room, preparatory to his ringing the bell and ordering the note he had written to be delivered to madame immediately upon her return."
CHAPTER X
IMMEDIATELY UPON LEAVING THE VISCOMTE de Merville in my mother's apartments, I proceeded to my own room wishing to refresh myself with sponging, and also to change my dress. In passing through a narrow corridor which connected my mother's suite of rooms with those appropriated to my own use, I met my handsome friend, the page Victor. Now it must not be supposed that my admiration for my new aristocratic lover had altogether obliterated the regard I felt for Victor. On the contrary, I felt very warmly and passionately toward him as I believe every girl must feel towards the man who has first invaded the sanctity of her virgin precincts.
"There are more experienced ladies here than I am," said Emilie, addressing herself to the Lady Superior and Madame d'Ermonvile, "and I will appeal to them whether there is not a certain feeling of affection when an amount of force, (of course, I do not mean brutality), has been used." Both ladies thus appealed to, confirmed Emilie's opinion, and begged her to continue her interesting story. "When I met Victor he gave one glance round and covered my cheeks and mouth with amorous kisses. From so doing he was about to proceed to take further liberties; indeed, he had already grasped the front of my dress, but I had no notion of allowing him to get his hand between my thighs just then. In the first place, my passions had just been completely satiated; in the second place, I felt a little sore; and in the third place, both my orifices were wet and slimy, as indeed was also my chemise. And of course, the handsome youth was quite clever enough to know what was meant by those signs and tokens, and I had no notion of his making any such discovery. So I whispered to him that I felt sore, and unwell and sickly; and as this assertion was corroborated no doubt by my pale and languid appearance, he had the good taste to desist immediately.
"But, my sweet Mademoiselle," he began plaintively. "What can I do? Look here!" So saying he pointed to the center of his velvet breeches, into which it seemed as if somebody had stuck a fair-sized cucumber or a rolling-pin; indeed, it seemed greatly to the credit of the tailor that the elegant nether garments held together at all. I laughed and told him that he ought not to have given way to his lascivious ideas; and that there was no reason at all why a young page's prick should stand in such a terrible way merely because he met his young mistress in a narrow passage. But as his state of mind and body seemed to be beyond a joke, I suggested to him that there were plenty of young girls in the house; that there was Fanchette, my own maid, and Sophie, my mother's femme de chamber, either of whom would be happy to receive his embraces. And this I said, not because these girls conducted themselves at all improperly, but because I knew it was the nature of all young Parisian girls in their positions to yield possession of their persons cheerfully to any handsome young fellow who would exhibit a little passionate admiration towards them; especially in the case of a youth like Victor, who was not extremely elegant in his appearance but was more than suspected of having a nobleman for his father. Victor grumbled a little at the suggestive voluptuousness of his honored lady, and the virgin charms of her lovely daughter had quite soiled his appetite for any common meat. But I stopped his nonsense by assuring him that as far as my attendant Fanchette was concerned, she was as sweet a girl as ever lived, and that her young charms were a banquet fit for any Duke or Marquis in France; that I had seen her stripped, and that her thighs, posteriors, and belly, and shape generally, were very nearly perfect that if he did not like her he might let her alone; but that I was going to ring my dressing-room bell for her to bring me up some warm water, and that if he chose he might go in instead and tell her what I wanted. This I said somewhat indignantly; but he thanked me cordially, and proceeded on his errand.
"Tell her to take it into the bed-room, Victor," I said. "I shan't intrude upon you for ten minutes; and mind you don't thrust your hand up her petticoats as she comes upstairs, or perhaps she will spill the hot water."
"I intend to make her spill something better than warm water, my dear Mademoiselle!" said he, laughing, and away he went.
While he was gone I partially opened the door of communication between my bed-room and dressing-room, and by shooting the bolt, prevented anyone from closing it completely, if even they had been so disposed. Then seating myself in an easy chair so as to command a view through the aperture thus left, I awaited the drawing up of the curtain, (meaning Fanchette's petticoats), and the opening of the play, (which may mean the opening of her thighs and cunt) I had not long to wait.
Enter Fanchette, bearing a large jug and with Victor's arm round her dainty waist. She was half laughing, half indignant "Do be quiet, Victor!" she said. "Really you are quite indelicate; if my young mistress knew, we should both be turned out of the house, at least poor I should. As for you, you impudent fellow, handsome pages are always appreciated, and perhaps you might retain your place. Do be quiet, you saucy boy!"
This was said as Victor thrust his hand up the front of her petticoats, feeling her cunt, I presume; at any rate making a fine exhibition of her legs and thighs. His proceedings were making a favorable impression upon her as I could perceive, and when he told her that her mistress was not coming into the room for ten minutes, she turned a languishing look towards him, laid the jug down, and sighed. By this time he had her clothes up all round her to her waist, and was on his knees feeling and kissing her rump, thighs, and belly, and the little orifices secreted in the neighborhood thereof. As he did so, with his left hand he was clumsily and fumblingly unbuttoning his breeches; at last this was accomplished, and he rose from his knees, as his cock, freed from its confinement, arose, also, in its full grandeur and ready for work. Then grasping my pretty attendant round the waist he half led her, half carried her to my bed, where he perched her on the edge, and dragging a pillow out of its place, thrust it under her head; and then grasping a leg in each hand, proceeded to work without further ceremony. But he reckoned without his host; for Fanchette proved to be, if not quite a maid, at any rate very close and small; moreover the lips of her cunt lapped over each other more than is usually the case. The result of this was that Master Victor made one or two very earnest shoves without effecting an entrance; if I may make use of the expression, he was doing nothing more than knocking at the door for admission. At last, in the agony of his unavailing pushes, he murmured, "Put your hand to my prick, my sweet little friend, and guide me into the heaven of bliss, or else I shall spunk all over your belly, and you will have no satisfaction at all, and I very little."
Fanchette, who had been giggling at his unavailing attempts, now saw that the matter was becoming serious, and perceived that from having an arm under each of her legs, his hands were not at liberty to help him. She put forth her delicate little right hand and guided his greedy monster of a prick into her mossy cushion. By way of rewarding her pains, he shoved the entire length of his tool (near nine inches I should think), right into her the very first thrust and very reckless and cruel I thought him. Poor Fanchette screamed out, "Ah, Victor, have mercy! I cannot bear this dreadful machine tearing up my inside. Ah! do not, I pray you! Oh dear, dearest Victor! Ah me!" And here, as he sunk gently down upon her bosom, covering her face and white bosom with kisses, she gave vent to a long drawn sigh, and I could see that the page had managed to effect her pleasure at the same time that he consummated his own.
You will notice, my kind hearers, ladies and gentlemen, all, that my pretty attendant's note altered considerably from the sharp pain she suffered from the first shove, to the deep sigh of gratified sensuality which marked the termination of the youth's labors. And I think it should be so in every case where a girl is judiciously fucked, however tight she may be, or however hugely proportioned her male friend may happen to be. A man who thinks of nothing but shoving his standing cock up a girl's cunt, and spunking into her as soon as he can without any reference to her gratification, is, I hold, little better than one of the lower order of animals.
This remark of Emilie's excited universal approbation among the assembled circle; even dear little Louise, who I am sure had not been particularly well used by me, murmured her assent to the principle laid down by her more experienced friend. Good Lord, I thought. I wonder what a girl or a woman will not put up with from a man when once her desires are stimulated, and nothing short of a man's strong embraces or in plain language, a downright good fucking will satisfy her sensual longings.
Then Emilie continued, "By this time I thought I might announce my presence, so getting up from my seat, I went to the outer door, which I opened and shut as if I had just entered my dressing-room. This had the desired effect: I could hear Victor get up and beat a hasty retreat. I presume he must have buttoned himself up outside the bed-room door. At any rate when I entered I found Fanchette alone, hastily replacing the pillow and putting the bed into something like order. I desired her to get me a clean chemise, and meanwhile I stripped myself and then desired her to sponge my private parts. The astonished look which Fanchette put on when receiving these is hardly describable. She stared at me as if she thought her young mistress was either out of her mind, or what was more likely, had strongly forgotten herself with the last hour. I only laughed at her, and said, "Never mind, Fanchette, it is what all pretty girls must submit to sooner or later." This I said as Fanchette was carefully sponging and drying me; presently she said that she had no right to ask who had the presumption to violate Mademoiselle's person, but she feared that whoever it was had not been satisfied with what was usual in such cases, but had been guilty of double rudeness. From what she said, I suppose she detected that the Viscomte had been amusing himself with my rump as well as my cunt, but I treated the matter with indifference, and requested her to assist me to dress. As she was doing so, I said, "Don't you think, Fanchette, that a little washing and bathing would do your secret parts good?" My faith, how she colored up! Her face became the color of scarlet in one moment.
"Why, does Mademoiselle imagine --? " she began.
When I stopped her by telling her I had just seen her and the page Victor amusing themselves on the edge of my bed, she with tears begged of me to excuse the liberty she had taken with my bed-room, "But indeed, Mademoiselle, that saucy young fellow was so loving and looked so very handsome that an indescribable sort of feeling got over me, and I let him do what Mademoiselle saw, so I need not describe it."
At this juncture I heard a carriage drive up, and the porter's bell ring; so, rightly conjecturing that my mother had returned, I hastily assured Fanchette of my sympathy and good will, and felt sure that the gratitude which she exhibited and evidently felt, would be a safeguard against her tattling or telling tales about my requiring sponging and a clean chemise.
I met my lady mother as unconcernedly as I could, but she was in a high state of indignation on finding out that she had been duped. Her aunt was as well as she herself was; and, what was worse, seemed likely to remain so. The note requesting her to visit the old lady was a forgery; and my lady, perceiving at once that it was a plot laid to get her out of her own house, either to take advantage of her absence from home in some way, or to rob her on her journey, finding that the latter proceeding was not attempted jealousy, came very near guessing the truth. I could see that her suspicions were aroused by the strict way in which she cross-questioned me about the visit of the Viscomte; I brazenly described that I heard he had called but I had not seen him. In making this assertion I think I went too far, as some of the domestics must have surmised that I was in the saloon when he called and, without meaning any harm to me, would have no hesitation in admitting the fact. Whereas, if I had stated that I had seen him for a few minutes, and that he had written a note to be delivered to her ladyship, no one could have actually proved that we had any amorous intercourse together. In either case I should have told a falsehood, but as it happened, the lie I told was almost more than my mother could swallow, and I very soon found out the consequences. In the meantime, however, my mother pretended to believe me, and I nattered myself that I had deceived her, but I very soon found out that I was mistaken. That night I retired to rest hoping that the next day I might have the pleasure of seeing the Viscomte, and if the fates forbade our having any rapturous enjoyment together I might at any rate console myself with Victor; but I was doomed to disappointment in the first instance, and very nearly in the second al-,so. For, when I descended to the saloon about midday, having breakfast in my own apartments, I was informed to my great surprise that my mother had already dined and hurriedly left the house about an hour or so ago. And this in one of my mother's late habits was very remarkable and set me wondering where on earth she could possibly have gone. It was quite three o'clock before she returned; when she did I was summoned to her presence and I saw at once that her stern aspect boded me no good.
"Emilie, my daughter," she began, "you told me a gross falsehood yesterday; you said that you had never seen the Viscomte de Merville. Now I have seen him today, and he admits having seen you but only during five minutes brief conversation. But his confused manner, joined to the downright lie you told me, have raised in my mind the very worst suspicions, and in defiance of my warnings to you, I feel quite sure that you have taken my favored lover into your embraces; to speak plainly, you have let him fuck you. I dare say it was more his fault than yours, but that is no safeguard for the future; for when the girl has once tasted the sweets of being well roguered by a handsome young man, she will not rest satisfied until she has it again."
Here I began to stammer out a denial but this was speedily cut short with, "Take up your frock and under linen if you please, Mademoiselle." There was nothing for me but to obey, and now I knew that my detection was sure. As I displayed my naked form, my mother muttered, "Ha, very full shaped for a young girl! Fine thighs and buttocks indeed, not so magnificent as my own, but very attractive. I doubt not everything very nice and clean, but rather an appearance of irritation too open your thighs!"
As I did so my lady inserted her forefinger into my cunt as far as it would go, and then nodding her head knowingly, exclaimed, "Just as I expected, no maidenhead! Thoroughly well fucked of course, and as Henri does not stick at trifles, the rump-hole broken into also most likely. Well, Mademoiselle, I have only just this to say, that feeling perfectly confident of discovering what I have just found out, that on my way back from Monseiguer de Merville's I have called on a friend of mine who has interest with the Superior of the Convent of Sainte Claire, and she has written a letter of introduction which will procure you admittance, not as a nun but as a guest in retreat as it is called. And there you will have leisure to calm down those sensual desires such a child as you has no business with. And until you leave my house, I shall keep a watchful eye over you."
I was very much grieved to hear this; but being still more vexed, and having high spirit, I determined not to show my annoyance and consented calmly, merely saying that I should like Fanchette to assist me in packing up my clothes and trinkets.
My mother assented gladly, for she was pleased to see how cheerfully I received her sentence of banishment, saying however, that I would have very little use for my trinkets. These, however, I was determined to take, as valuable property is always useful to carry about with one. Then I left her to seek Fanchette. As I passed along on my way to my apartment, by fortunate chance I met Victor on my way. I hurriedly whispered to him to secret himself in the water-closet adjoining my dressing-room; and that I would join him there presently. He nodded assent with a beaming face, and I passed on feeling that there at least we should be safe from intrusion, that sanctuary being reserved for my especial use; while if I had made an assignation with him in my bedroom, there would, of course, be Fanchette, not that I cared much for her presence, but my gracious mother might step in to see how my packing up was going on. Entering the room I then rung my bell, and on Fanchette's appearing directed her to set to work at once, and told her to make a considerable selection of some of the best and most valuable of my dresses. The affectionate girl burst into tears when she learnt what these preparations were designed for; but I had not much time for comforting her, as I knew Victor would be getting impatient, and, what was more, might be missed by someone that wanted him.
So I sought the small chamber set apart for my convenience, and on opening the door found my handsome page sitting down on the closed seat with his breeches down, and in a tremendous state of expectation and cock-stand. No words passed between us; I bolted the door and he rose from the seat, at the same time gently pressing my head and shoulders forward, so that I was in a stooping position with my posteriors well stuck out. When he had me placed to his liking, he turned my clothes up over my shoulders and immediately began kissing my well developed cheeks the cheeks of my rump I mean, of course. And then he set to work. The position which I believe is called horse and mare fashion is a very favorable one as long as the girl has anything to rest her arms upon, and the circumstance of my one leg upon the seat must have given him a good view of my cunt, and enabled him to charge in at once without any fumbling or boggling. And I, thanks to my dearly bought experience with the Viscomte, and my subsequent rest and washing, felt no pain, nothing but pleasure. And when the ecstatic moments arrived and I felt Victor's noble prick advance an inch further up my inside, (if such a thing were possible), and emit there a copious injection of warm animal fluid, I returned him most generously an equal amount and we were both very happy and pleased with each other.
Of course we could only speak in a whisper, but Victor managed to make me understand that he would move heaven and earth to get leave to accompany me as one of my attendants on the following day, and that he thought he knew how he could manage it. I was curious to know how, but there was no time for talking, so I went to my bedroom leaving my friend to slip away quietly and at his leisure, which I suppose he managed adroitly enough.
That evening I received an invitation to join my mother's supper-table. This was an unusual favor, for in the first place she seldom supped at home, and when she did her companions were generally gay gentlemen and ladies of the court, of whose manners and customs she did not wish me to be a spectator. But this evening, in honor of my departure, I suppose, she was pleased to invite me to a tete-a-tete repast a very good supper it was, and very pleasant she made herself. The only break was an expression of disgust on her part at that lad Victor, (as she called him) sending in a request by the major domo or steward, that he might be allowed to form part of my escort tomorrow as one of the attendant footmen. Now my mother proposed to send with me three armed foot-men; these with the coachman, she considered sufficient protection. For my convenience, my maid Fanchette was to ride with me inside the carriage, leaving me and my boxes in the convent, and returning by herself.
"Bye and bye," said my mother in a musing tone, "those rascals of footmen will be fucking the girl into fits on the journey home, knocking her two holes into one, or something of that sort; but it can't be helped, and I dare say she is used to it. But as for that lad Victor pretending that a little country air would do him good, it is all nonsense!" Then, ringing the bell, she desired the footman in attendance to leave and send Victor in his place as she wanted to speak to him.
"Pray Victor," she said, on his entering, "how long have you been ill, and what is the matter with you?"
"Not ill at all my gracious Lady," he replied, "only weak, languid and sickly."
"Weak and languid! Stuff!" exclaimed Madame. "Here sir, unlace my boots and then bring me those embroidered slippers." So saying she stuck up one of her dainty feet, very small, indeed, they were for so large a woman, so that Victor, as he stooped down to unlace her boots, could not avoid seeing up her petticoats. I could not help smiling inwardly at this test for proving the truth of the young fellow's assertion of "weakness and languor," and fervently hoped that her ladyship would find herself disappointed; indeed when I recollected the noble way in which Victor had done my business in the water-closet a few hours previously, I entertained some hope he might manage to dupe her. And so it was. Notwithstanding that madame elevated first one leg and then another, so that the whole extent of her white silk stockings, and even part of her bare thigh was visible to me, what then must Victor have seen? Notwithstanding this, I say, when by finale his mistress bade him take down his breeches, there was Master Priapus, sleepy, stupid, and limp, hanging down his head.
"Well, upon my word," exclaimed my mother. "The poor dear boy must be unwell! I never exhibited my charms without effect in all my life before, but it is quite evident that you are no use in this house just at present, so Victor if you think that a little change of air riding behind a carriage for a couple of days will do you good, you have my permission to form one of mademoiselle's party tomorrow."
"Thanks, gracious madame," said the page, kneeling and kissing her hand.
Our journey next morning commenced as arranged by my mother. Fanchette was with me inside one of our carriages which was big enough to hold six people with ease. One armed footman rode on the driving seat with the coachman, and Victor and another, also well armed, occupied the rumble. We were to reach the convent that night, when the men and horses were to rest at a neighboring village, and return the next day to Paris. Part of the road laying through a forest was the reason for our requiring armed men. The only incident which occurred during our journey through the forest was this. It seems that Victor's penchant for my pretty maid Fanchette was well known, and that he was joked about it in the house; and it was supposed that he had managed to get himself appointed one of my domestics for the sake, if oppoH ity offered, of fucking Fanchette. This was exp! to me afterwards by Victor. While we were through the forest very slowly, the road being bad. overtook a peasant girl of rather the better class rising to or from market on her donkey. As we passed I merely remarked that she was a fine girl with a sunburnt face, and that as she was astride of her donkey, the panniers caused her to straddle to an alarming, and I should have thought an uncomfortable extent, besides exhibiting muscular red stockinged legs well up to the knee. However, we passed her, and I thought no more about it when suddenly the carriage stopped, and Victor came to the window to announce that one of the horses had cast a shoe, and that we must be detained ten minutes.
"The fact is, Mademoiselle," he whispered, "that Robert and Phillippe mean to fuck that fine country girl we passed just now, up against a tree or some other way; they have persuaded old Jacques, the coachman, to pretend a horse has cast a shoe, and I have given them a gold piece each, and a bottle of eau-de-vie, besides consenting to this freak, on condition of their saying nothing about or against my riding inside for the remainder of the journey."
I laughingly told him that he was a capable manager and that Fanchette and I would be very glad to have him inside. I did not say inside our persons, but I have no doubt from his subsequent proceedings that he understood it so. Moreover I expressed the wish to fair play. Accordingly, when she came past the carriage the two footmen placed themselves, one on one side of her, the other on the other side, and while Robert was kissing her handsome, healthy face, Phillippe had his hand between her butt and the saddle. She began to struggle and expostulate, but I told Victor to give her a crown, and to tell her submit with a good grace, that I wanted to see her well roguered and my time was precious. On this she altered her tone considerably, merely saying that two such fine big men, one after another was too much for a poor girl to bear. Phillippe laughingly replied that this objection could be easily disposed of, and the whole party of us marched to where some bushy trees made a thick screen from the highway. Robert and Phillippe began to unbutton their breeches as they walked along.
Arrived at their destination, the first thing they did was to take a cord from one of her panniers and tie up her clothes to her arm pits so that the whole of her vigorous healthy person was displayed in the most bare-rumped (not bare faced) manner. Then pulling her thighs apart so that she stood somewhat astride, Robert applied himself to her front and Phillippe to her back settlements, lifting her quite up to her tiptoes, and almost off her legs by their lunging shoves. Phillippe saying as well as he could for pushes: "You see my rural beauty that we are rather pressed for time and as you seemed to object to us one after another we have consulted your convenience and our own too by fucking you both together. How do you like four balls hanging against your butt, all at the same time, eh? Nice tight rump-hole you've got! How are you coming on, Robert?"
"Oh, I'm up to her kidneys," was that worthy's reply. "She's spouting so that she's nearly drowned my poor cock, oh, that's it!"
As he said this he perceived that he was giving up the ghost, both drew their weapons from their respective sheaths and the girl began to wipe herself and to put down her petticoats. This done she dropped me a demure curtsey, and hoped that Mademoiselle had been amused. I gave her another crown and bid her adieu. Then, turning to Victor, I requested him to give Robert a bottle of eau-de-vie, and tell him to ride behind in Victor's place, and share it with Phillippe. As to Victor himself, I ordered him to come inside, as I had some messages to give him for my mother. As may be expected, all orders were cheerfully obeyed.
CHAPTER XI
IT IS TO BE PRESUMED THAT MESSRS. ROBERT and Phillippe enjoyed their eau-de-vie in the rumble outside; if they did, my arrangement was most satisfactory to all parties. As for Victor, he seemed perfectly wild for joy at finding himself inside the carriage with me and Fanchette; and I was not much less pleased, for my sensual feelings had been considerably excited by the little double game we had just witnessed, and my pretty Fanchette moved uneasily in her seat as if something had tickled her. I dare say she felt as if a strong pin driven into her would bolt her into her place comfortably enough.
"I wonder how that poor girl feels by this time, Victor?" said I.
"Rather moist but happy enough I dare say, my dear Mademoiselle," he replied. "She has more money in her pocket than she ever had at one time before, and she has been right well roguered. A great, muscular but rather coarse, though undoubtedly handsome girl suits such unrefined fellows as Robert and Phillippe exactly a rough, hairy cunt, a huge fat rump, with a hole big enough to be made use of in case of necessity or imagine, and a good wriggler with lots of spunk, that is all they require."
"And pray, sir, what more do you require, and what is the difference between you and them?" said I playfully.
"I'll tell you mademoiselle," he replied. "I admire a graceful, high-born girl, with a beautiful face and ruby lips (here he kissed the features he named), with a bosom like snow (here were more kisses), and long graceful legs (here he knelt down and began unveiling and kissing the limbs referred to), and milk white thighs." By this time I was naked up to my belly, and my elegant young page was busily engaged with his face between my thighs sucking and kissing my cunt. What Fanchette thought of all this, I don't know; but she had sense enough to perceive that it was not the first time the handsome page and I had had familiar intercourse together, and that whether or not the mistress would be served before the maid. So she kept a discreet silence, with a good humored smile on her face.
I was pleased with her cheerfulness, and said: "Never mind, Fanchette, you will have him to yourself all the way home again. Let me enjoy him while I can."
"Can I be of any assistance, my dear Mistress?" she asked.
"I don't know, indeed, Fanchette," I replied. "It all depends upon the style in which this young gentleman, who seems to have mistaken my cunt for a box of bon-bons, proposes to honor his young mistress by fucking her."
"For shame, Victor," said Fanchette. "Get up from your knees, sir, don't you see that mademoiselle Emilie is beginning to want something better than that stupid head of yours between her thighs?"
"Well," said the page, withdrawing his face. "If my beautiful mistress does not care about my head, she may about my tail; and it is heartily at her service perhaps, dear mademoiselle, if Fanchette were to hold your dress completely up, and you would condescend to seat yourself in my lap, you would find it an agreeable way of being fucked, especially in a carriage."
This was a novelty to me, although I thought that between Victor and Monsieur de Merville, I had had a pretty considerable experience of the different modes, And so I had. So I gladly consented, indeed, I would then have consented to almost anything in the shape of a good hearty fucking. I felt so thoroughly ripe for it. With Fanchette's assistance I raised my clothes, and while she raised them up, I partly supported myself on her shoulders, straddling over the page's thighs, and settled my opened buttocks on his lap.
At this juncture Fanchette's assistance was invaluable; seated in front of me she could witness the whole proceeding, and still keeping hold of my clothes with her left hand, with her right hand she guided the page's weapon into my burning parts. And oh! What a delightful relief it was to the burning, gnawing lust I felt to have his great, stiff, slimy prick searching my inward parts! I settled myself down upon him heavily; and though our motions were irregular, partly through my inexperience of the situation, and partly through the jolting motion of the carriage (though old Jacques, the coachman, who had a shrewd notion of what was going on inside, drove very slowly), the sensation to me was most delightful; and indeed I proved it by deluging Victor's cock and balls, and soaking his hair with an emollient oil which ought to have materially assisted its growth. As I sank forward on dear Fanchette's neck, I felt my partner give vigorous forward shoves, and then he too sank back against the cushions in a speechless state of exhausted transport. When we separated, my kind assistant first of all wiped my dripping orifice, and then began to do the same to the carriage cushions, which she feared would tell a tale.
"Never mind the cushions, Fanchette!" exclaimed Victor. "If Madame notices the stain, she will only think it is in consequence of what will certainly happen to you on your journey homewards; please to wipe me dry instead."
"Indeed, Master Impudence, I shall do no such thing," was her reply; notwithstanding which, I noticed that she did so, and very delicately and carefully too; handling his tool as if it was something very precious, as indeed, poor girl, she considered it was.
This being finished, she turned to me and blushing prettily said, "Dear Mademoiselle Emilie, if you would condescend to look out of the window for a few minutes, and if that proud and happy looking sinner will shut his eyes, I should like to do something to myself, for indeed the delightful transports I have just witnessed have put me into such a state of mind and body that I must have some relief; if I had had any forethought I would have brought a tallow candle with me, but my fingers will be better than nothing. It is what many a poor neglected girl has to resort to. I cannot presume to ask such a favor as that young fellow roguering me in his mistress's presence, and besides I should think it would be half an hour, at the very least, before he was ready."
I laughingly said that I could promise for myself, but could not answer for my page. He also promised as a matter of course, to be blind to her proceedings; without having, as I could plainly see, the most distant intention of keeping his word. Then Fanchette as I could see (for I did not even pretend to look out of the window), leaned back in the corner of the carriage, with her left foot placed upon the seat, and her right upon the floor. This position, when she had gathered up her clothes, made a nice open exposure, and afforded a full view of her proceedings, or rather I should say her attempted proceedings, for she could not manage to effect her purposes at all. First she crammed her finger in her cunt, but the little useless thing produced irritation without satisfaction; then she tried her middle finger without much better result; then she tried both together, and crammed them both in with all her might, wriggling and shifting her bottom about on the cushions in the most uneasy and dissatisfied manner. At last she fairly burst out into tears of vexation and disappointment.
The kindhearted Victor could not bear to see a pretty girl in tears when he thought it possible to alleviate her distress; and whispered to me if I would permit such a liberty in my presence and would not consider it a cause for jealousy, he thought he could give Fanchette some satisfaction better than the useless child's play performance she was attempting: though, he added, he was too thoroughly exhausted himself to have any great pleasure himself.
I replied out loud that I was no dog in the manger, that I myself had plenty to last me for another hour at least, and I should be very glad indeed if he could give my little favorite some pleasure. She deserved it, I thought, for the cheerful way in which she had assisted us in our amorous performance and for her general good temper.
"Then mademoiselle," said Victor, "if Fanchette will kneel down before me and handle my tool, or even perhaps, if requisite, suck it a little, I think, in fact I have no doubt that under such delicate treatment he will be induced to hold up his head like a man and stiffen sufficiently to reward her liberally for the service she does me."
"What do you say, Fanchette?" said I to her.
"Anything, my dear mistress, that will relieve the craving I feel in my secret parts, and I fear nothing but a cock will be of any service."
So saying, the excited girl flung herself on her knees before Victor, and began pulling his breeches down with very little ceremony. That done, she drew forth his prick and its globular attendants, but with rather more care. It is worthy of remark that though Victor could not manage to effect a stand when first her hand touched him, his prick presented a swollen appearance; much larger than it would have been in a state of absolute quiescence, or about two-thirds the size it would be on full stand. I have reason to believe that this is a sign that the sensual desire exists, and that the animal vitality is in full force, though latent; although the erective muscles have not attained force enough to cause the required rigidity. "If I am wrong," continued Emilie, "I appeal to such experienced gentlemen as father Eustace and monsieur Auguste, to correct me, especially the former."
"I beg to say," said the holy father, "that Emilie has made a very proper remark, an experienced surgeon could not have expressed himself better; and I shall be happy to show her how correct she is at any time she likes."
"I thank your Reverence," replied Emilie, very demurely, and continued Grasping Victor's tool in her right hand, Fanchette began to move her hand up and down, frigging him gently; and it is my belief that if she had continued this patiently for five minutes she would have attained the desired stiffness without further trouble. But poor girl, she had not patience. I heard her whisper, "Darling Victor, how shall I present myself to you? And how soon will you be ready?" He replied that he thought if she would only go down on all fours on the floor of the carriage, it would be a nice easy position for her. "And besides you must know Fanchette," he added, "that the sight of a girl's wriggling posteriors, and the full prospect which the posture affords the man of seeing his prick doing its duty in its allotted apartment, produces a peculiar sensuality very exciting to a half worn out youth and I think I shall be ready in three minutes."
"Three minutes," exclaimed the girl. "Why it is an age."
"Perhaps, if you suck me, it will hasten proceedings," suggested Victor.
The only answer Fanchette made to this was to instantly take his prick into her mouth, and as it seemed to me to half swallow it. The good effects of this fresh proceeding were immediately apparent: Victor began to heave on his side, and I, who narrowly and perhaps rather jealously watched the proceedings, noticed that his eyes began to sparkle, and presently he said, "Now, my sweet girl, on your hands as quickly as you like."
Fanchette immediately adopted the required posture, and I, willing to assist her as she had assisted me, striding over her shoulders pulled her clothes towards me so as to bare the lower part of her body up to the waist. Then putting my hands to her buttocks, I pulled open both her orifices so that Victor might have his choice; he chose cunt, decidedly what I consider the proper place, though of course, circumstances may alter cases. However he probably did not consider that he had the force and stiffness requisite, for the smaller hole. He effected a beautiful entrance, gentle and sliding, partly I dare say to be attributed to the workmanlike way in which I had held the lips open for him. At first I thought he did not intend to do more than give my pretty attendant pleasure, but reserve his ficticiously raised powers of generation for me perhaps; or at any rate for some other occasion. But his lust seemed to increase with every additional shove; and I, though lessly and I am sure against my own interests, stimulated it by such remarks as, "Well done, Victor t What a nice springy rump she has, has she not? What nice round thighs! What a great little ass-hole! That's right. Shove in up to the balls!" And I only perceived my imprudence when Fanchette having completely finished and performed her gentle evacuation, I thought Victor would withdraw and reserve himself for him young mistress. But no, thank you! He was getting warm into his work, and was commencing the half lingering pushes. Fanchette now actually threw one of her arms round my left leg for support; to prevent herself being shoved head first through the carriage door I suppose. At length the page concluded his lascivious exercises, giving one heavy thrust and remaining in, while he leant so heavily upon his pretty companion, that she could hardly support his weight. When he condescended to withdraw his weapon and rise, before even buttoning himself, he suggested the propriety of his young mistress and her pretty maid refreshing themselves with a flask of champagne which he took from a basket dragged from under the carriage seat. This we gratefully accepted, and I praised his forethought, and I asked him if he would not take some himself. He replied in the negative, saying he would take some brandy with old Jacques, the coachman. It would serve to put the old fellow in good humor, and also would have a better appearance, for we were approaching the village where we were to dine, and it would look unbecoming for him to be found riding inside with his young mistress, though even by her own express orders. This was so prudent and thoughtful that I had nothing to say against it, and approved of his doing as he proposed. Very shortly afterwards we reached the village inn, where I was received by the host with all the deference due to a young lady of high family, traveling in her own carriage, with her own attendants. Moreover I was greatly pleased to find that madame, my mother, had sent forward a courier on horseback to order dinner to be ready for our party on arrival.
This was more than I expected from her, and the result was that we were served with speed and comfort. I, of course, had my family attendant to dine with me, and Victor attended upon us. When I had nearly finished my repast I heard a considerable disturbance, which seemed to proceed from the inn kitchen. I was thinking of requesting Victor to ascertain the meaning of it, when in rushed the landlady in a high state of terror and indignation:
"Ah, Mademoiselle," she exclaimed. "Those footmen of yours are devils! Real devils incarnate! They are taking indecent liberties with my chamber-maid and my kitchen-maid, who are two good girls quite innocent with regard to such romps; and one of them kissed my daughter Rosalie and swore she was a very pretty girl, and had the impudence to ask her if her lips between her thighs were as sweet as those of her face!"
"Why does not your husband interfere, my good woman?" said I. "And what can a weak girl as I am do among two or three lustful men?"
"My husband!" exclaimed the hostess in shrill and indignant tones. "Confound him! he has been drinking strong cider with the courier all the morning till he was more than half fuddled; and now, some eau-de-vie, which those wretches have given him has made him helplessly drunk, and he thinks these horrible proceedings are all fun and romping, and he sits and laughs like an imbecile."
"Mademoiselle's old coachman sits by the fireside smoking his pipe, to all appearances indifferent if half the province fucked the other half. But if mademoiselle would descend into the kitchen and interfere by interposing her authority and order the abominable ravishers out of the house into the stable, then decency might be preserved."
To keep up appearances I prepared to descend, knowing perfectly well from what I had heard about Parisian footmen, and what I had myself seen of the behavior of Robert and Phillippe as we passed through the forest, my remonstrance ( for I was not in a position to give commands), stood a very small chance of being listened to, especially if their lusts were seriously excited. A little rough play no good girl would mind, and of course I could not object to it. Moreover I hoped that as the noise had almost if not altogether ceased, we should not find matters in the kitchen quite so bad as the landlady had reported. So desiring Fanchette to retire into my bedroom and to tell Victor to follow me, I marched downstairs looking as authoritative and majestic as I could. But, alas! When I arrived at the kitchen door I found all my majestic airs thrown away, and I might save my threats and remonstrances for some other occasion. The noise of struggling, and squealing, and romping had ceased, sure enough, for the minute the old lady turned her back those clever rascals, Robert and Phillippe, saw that they had the opportunity offered to them that it would be a sin to throw away. So proceeding to execution at once, Antoine the courier, who had been making hot love to Rosalie, the landlady's daughter, ever since his arrival, persuaded her that now or never was the time to make him happy with her love; and the consequence of this was that when I swept majestically into the kitchen and was just beginning, "Robert and Phillippe! what do you mean?" when all of a sudden I stopped as if paralyzed by what I saw. A plump rosy-faced girl was on her hands and knees on the dresser, and Robert was fucking her as if his salvation depended upon his banging her rump black and blue within a given time. Phillippe had got a tall, gypsy looking girl (the chambermaid I suppose), leaning with her face against the pantry door, with her buttocks stuck out! He was roguering her mare fashion, but whether he was confining himself to legitimate fucking I could not tell, and most certainly did not ask. My opinion is he was getting in anywhere he could find a hole. But worst of all, and a sight most shocking to the motherly eyes of my landlady, there on a large table in the centre of the kitchen, was her Rosalie, really a very handsome girl with pretensions to lady-like manners there she was with her long well-dressed legs, contentedly crossed over the back of Antoine, our courier a good looking, shrewd young fellow, and with as bad a character as any young man need have. He was comfortable enough on the present occasion, and was fucking Rosalie as contentedly and heartily as if they had just been married and had retired to their bridal couch with the blessings of their parents and relatives! In place of which he was violating a young girl whom he had never seen before, on a table in the middle of the kitchen, in broad-daylight, under the nose of her father and mother and a dozen other people besides! Here was a pretty state of things!
The old lady gave one shriek of rage and horror, and seizing a broom-stick was doubtless going to annihilate everything and everybody, beginning with her husband, who was staggering forward to depreciate her wrath, by explaining, I presume, that the young folks were only amusing each other. He would have had his skull cracked I doubt not; only just as the blow was about to descend, old Jacques gave him an adroit shove, and toppled him over on his hands and knees right in front of his wife who in her turn fell over him with tremendous violence, the blow he was delivering giving impetus to her fall. She screamed out for help, and as Jacques stepped forward I thought he was going to help her up; which I considered as a pity, as she would only cause more violence and confusion, and could not possibly mend matters, much less maiden-heads. But I did my worthy old coachman injustice; instead of helping her up, he deliberately seated himself upon her, and while his solid weight kept the half stunned old woman from rising, he calmly smoked his pipe, and looked benignly round him as if he were a benefactor to his species. Upon my word the mere recollection of this absurd climax to this indecent scene makes me laugh.
When Victor perceived the master-stroke of policy performed by old Jacques, he called out to the other young fellows, "Make haste now, you abominable ravishers, and put your fair friends out of their pain. You are a lucky fellow Antoine to make good with such a pretty lady-like girl to fuck, but if you do not look sharp and get on your saddle, you will find yourself very unlucky, for old Jacques cannot sit on the old woman all day, and when she gets up she will most assuredly avenge her daughter's lost maiden-head by giving you a broken head with that broom, or a poker, or some other cheerful instrument. The other girls don't so much matter."
On hearing this Antoine, who had finished Rosalie, and was only luxuriously resting on her belly, while his prick lay soaking in its pretty sheath, at once arose, and hurried out to the stables, buttoning himself up as he went. As Rosalie lay back exhausted with her clothes still up, and her cunt wide open, I took compassion on her helplessness, and assisted her off the table, telling her to go up to my room, which of course she knew and tell my maid to wash her and assist her in arranging her dress. There I promised to join her directly. I hinted to Victor and Jacques that they should join me in asserting that her daughter Rosalie had been sitting with my waiting maid in my chamber during the last half hour, and that Antoine set out for Paris as soon as ever he had had his dinner. The idea of bullying the old lady out of the evidence of her own eyes tickled them amazingly, and they readily adopted the idea, promising to communicate with Robert and Phillipe.
These worthies it appeared, had not been satisfied with one fuck each, but when they had concluded the first round, they agreed to change partners, Phillipe taking the girl which Robert had just finished, and laying her down flat on her face on the dresser, went into her fat rump in his usual beastly style; while Robert keeping Phillipe's chamber-maid pinned up against the door did not behave much better.
But all fucking, even of the most varied character, must come to an end; and both these rogues seemed fairly exhausted when they drew their pricks out of their respective sheaths. As they buttoned up and applied themselves to the brandy bottle, I told them to give the poor girls some, and left them with Victor and Jacques to stupefy the half stunned landlady. I proceeded upstairs to my chamber and found Rosalie looking very much refreshed; a glass of champagne completed her restoration, and when I told her of the story I had ordered my men to palm off upon her mother, she was exceedingly grateful, and exclaimed that I was an angel of mercy.
It was now near time for our departure, and I summoned Victor to direct him to have the horses put to the carriage, and everything ready for our departure. He came up and said that he had already taken it upon himself to do so, as he feared that if Robert and Phillipe drank any more brandy they would become drunk and useless. He moreover reported that, as to the family servants, the worthy hostess did not seem to care if they had been fucked till their two holes were knocked into one, but she was very indignant about her daughter Rosalie, and did not half believe her story about her absence upstairs, evidently being under the impression that she had run off with that villain of a debauched Parisian courier, as she called Antoine, and the old lady was not very far wrong.
On this a pretty idea struck me about, "killing two birds with one stone," as the saying is. "Fanchette," said I, "take Rosalie downstairs with you and assure the hostess of the truth of the statement that she has been here half an hour or so, and that Antoine has been gone any time you like to mention. Take my purse with you, and settle the account liberally; that will put her in a good humor. And give those two severely fucked girls a small present."
Do you see my friends how cleverly I managed to clear the room of the two girls, aye, and keep my maid some short time downstairs too? Of course, Master Victor did not hurry himself to leave the room, on the contrary, when he had seen the two girls fairly out, he shut and bolted the door. I, knowing that there was no time for any nonsense, had already taken up my clothes and laid myself on my back on the outside of the bed with my knees up and my thighs wide open!
"Oh, when shall I ever see such charms again!" exclaimed the enraptured page, as he pressed his lips alternately to my lips, my bosom, my limbs, and secret parts: "So white, so delicate, and yet so agile; and so passionately warm!" So saying he leaped on the bed, and got between my thighs, and viewed with delight the mossy orifice he designed to enter; then gently placing the shining knob between the lips, he threw forward the whole weight of his body, and I felt his balls right up against my bottom at the very first shove. Whether the dear fellow thought that it was the last fuck or not that he was going to get out of me, I don't know; but he seemed determined that it should be a good one. Twice I thought he was going to finish me, when he restrained himself, resting as it were, and only giving slight and gentle pushes; then collecting himself for a final effort he seemed to inject his very life and soul into me in the shape of warm cream. Then before we parted he vowed and declared that he loved me better than his life, and that, whether he remained at my mother's house or not, he would find means to hear if I left the convent. Then we prudently resolved to have no more communication with each other until I arrived at the convent, and this resolution we strictly adhered to with the exception of a warm pressure of the hand which I received as he assisted me to leave the carriage at the gates. The remainder of my story since entering your house (addressing the Superior), you, my honored lady, know as well as I can tell you suffice it to say in concluding my long and tedious story, that I have been much happier here than ever I expected to be and have infinitely more pleasure than I could ever have dreamed of.
We all of us joined in thanking Emilie for her story, which we all pronounced delightfully amusing; father Eustace went so far as to say that it was "morally instructive," though what the "morality" and the "instruction" were, hang me if I could find out.
