In 1899, when The Convent was written, stern parents would threaten their wayward children with a stay at a nunnery if they didn't improve their conduct. If Angelica, the author of The Convent, is to be believed, monasteries and nunneries should be the last places in the world where upstanding parents should dispatch their naughty children.
Angelica has been sent to a convent and it is there that she experiences the first thrusts of love and passion. Her unusual education was not derived from visiting male relatives and friends. Angelica learned all she knew from the droll and exploring residents of the convent itself and the monks of a nearby monastery who offered the nuns more than salvation.
PREFACE
Destined from infancy by barbarous parents to take the veil, I was put at the age of twelve into a Convent of the Bernardines, under the care of a relative, a first cousin of my mother's.
This woman, like myself, sacrificed by our family, treated me with so much kindness that I soon forgot my parents' home. During the first two years, I noticed none of the intrigues that were carried on between our nuns and members of the religious orders located near by, and some other persons that came to see us from time to time.
The Abbess, who had passed her sixtieth year was obliged through infirmities to stay in her room, thus allowing the nuns complete liberty to do as they wished, as the Prioress, a woman of about thirty years and of a particularly lewd turn of mind, only insisted on taking such precautions as to avoid scandal, and therefore, their liberty was so great that men were allowed to enter the convent and eat with them, and even sleep with them.
When I entered those sacred precincts, consecrated more to Venus than to Christ, there were ten nuns in the choir, not counting the Abbess and the three novices.
Of the ten, five were still of the sweet and tender age that could worship at the shrine of Venus, of these, four only played the most interesting roles making one of the novices, who was a fine cook and therefore of great service to them, join in their libidinous pursuits.
The fifth, whose name was Susanne and who was as pretty as she could possibly be, was thus not in the swim, though fully aware of what was going on, but in the course of time, thanks to the efforts of Sister Agatha, she too abandoned herself to the embraces of a lover and blossoming out from time to time as one of the most devout worshippers at the shrine of pleasure.
When the passing events had produced their inevitable effect upon me, I was perfectly satisfied with myself and my surroundings, so that as soon as I reached the proper age, I decided to become a nun.
A bright eyed brunette of whose interesting life I will speak later on, took the veil at the same time that I did and when we were both initiated into the society together, we certainly proved ourselves worthy members, I assure you, for if we did not surpass the others, we certainly were close behind.
Many a time have we gathered to the number of eight, each one with a partner and sometimes with two, and following the example of the girls of the town, who by fate are chosen to alleviate the incontinence of the public, we varied our postures in order that we might vary our pleasures and animate our partners to greater efforts to satisfy our lust.
All this shall be related with no order or method, for now I will draw back the curtain and unveil the doings of the supposedly pious.
Part I
The Convent
Nothing about the grounds of the Abbey caused me the slightest horror, on the contrary, everything around me breathed abundance and gayety, and as my relative, whose companion I was, let me have my own way and never crossed me in any of my desires, you can imagine that I found this mode of living entirely to my liking.
Until my first communion the time passed easily and without the slightest care and though I was aware of the fact that the monks from a neighboring Monastery were frequent visitors, I paid but little heed to the comedy that was daily enacted about me.
It is true they tried to keep me in ignorance of what was going on, from motives known to themselves, so that when I saw them caressing each other, I innocently attributed it to mere friendship.
As I often went into the garden with the sisters and their company, I became gradually attached to a young Bernardine monk who had always been kind and agreeable to me and to whom I owed my friendship out of pure gratitude.
In the course of time, changes took place with me, which filled me with mingled wonder and fear, and which my cousin strove to allay. I reached the age of puberty, I noticed with pleasure the appearance of two little alabaster globes, ornaments of which all women are proud, but what interested me more was the fine down that began to show itself at a certain spot on my body, and wishing to know if my cousin had the same on hers, I managed to get a look one night when she was changing her undergarments, I saw then enough to convince me that mine was only a starter.
The next day after dinner we had company and I went with a party of them into the park. Dom Delabrise, the young Bernardine I have spoken of, after being absent for nearly six months, was with us and I confess I was very glad to see him again and he, too, seemed favorably impressed with my appearance.
A strange light glimmered in his eyes as he directed his glances towards me and while telling me all kinds of sweet and tender liberties with my person, but without overstepping the rules of propriety.
When I left him it was with a feeling that I cannot describe, love and regret mingled with one another, a feeling which only those who have themselves experienced it can understand.
I became pensive.
At this time an epidemic of small pox appeared in the neighborhood and I was one of those who first contracted this dread disease and this put for the time being, an end to my awakening love. For three long months I was confined to my bed, during which time I asked my cousin again and again if she thought that I would become pitted, for I was afraid of becoming ugly.
Dom Delabrise came three times to see me during my illness. The little attentions he showed me during this time contributed to increase the tender affection I began to feel for him. I was overjoyed one day when I heard him say that my beauty was not going to be marred in any way by the disease. Though quite young, yet my childhood had passed and my mind became wholly occupied with him, whom I had learned to love.
Whenever I caught sight of him my whole body began to tremble as if it wanted to go to pieces. One day he came and asked me into the parlor and after kissing my hand, he told me that he had come expressly to see me, and as the sisters were busy that afternoon, he would be glad to entertain me alone, if I was willing. I told him that I was delighted and that I would be ready for him by two o'clock. He appeared punctually at the appointed time.
Kissing me tenderly and as I thought, with more passion than usual, his lips were burning, he took hold of my hands and began to pour into my willing ears many warm words of affection.
I was extremely green and answered only in monosyllables, although under the circumstances I was glad to play the listener.
Pretending to examine my collar, he touched my throat and I even scolded him for k. Judging from this that I was not inclined to be severe with him, he returned to the attack and kissed me most passionately, following up his advantages by running his hand up under my clothes.
I made some sort of resistance owing to that innate prudery that is found in every woman. As he did not give up the struggle, however, I let him go ahead and do as he pleased. The touching and tickling of his licentious fingers caused me the most peculiar sensations. Hearing some one coming, he made haste to escape. It proved to be my maid and the prior.
"We must part," he said and his eyes showed his exasperation and disappointment. I myself was vexed for I was just experiencing a certain pleasure that I did not wish to cut short in such an abrupt manner.
It was surprising what ease one could approach without being noticed, especially in a "Paloir grille," as this was. The room was partitioned off by a screen made of lattice work with two wings, which on being opened, formed a little square closet, which was used to satisfy the demands of nature.
The rest of the day I was morose, thinking only of Dom Delabrise. The sisters noticed it and after supper, my maid asked me what was ailing me.
I replied: "'Oh, nothing."
She then replied with a knowing look at the others: "She is only growing and it is making her a little anxious." I laughed the rest, then got up and went to bed. I lost no time in falling asleep but awoke about midnight, after dreaming some of the strangest dreams, hold of a certain thing, which I could not re-
I dreamt that my friend was at my side caressing me and that he had made me take call, having at that time no acquaintance with that part of man's anatomy. I awoke with an agreeable thrill and with my hand on my pussy, which I found to be slightly wet.
But that was not the first time this had happened to me; the difference was that I had not before taken much notice of it. I sighed instinctively as any girl would under the circumstances. I also began to frig myself, confining my attention to a little protuberance which was so sensitive as to put me beside myself with pleasure.
After playing with myself for a few moments I fainted from sheer pleasure and once again the sweet, dewy fluid put me under its balmy influence. Again I feel asleep not to awake until my cousin returned from prayer.
Quite satisfied with my discovery, not a day passed that I did not repeat the operation, always thinking of my lover, whom I would have liked to have with me but he rarely came, as he was too much occupied with his studies.
A week passed during which I was more left alone than usual, my cousin absented herself more frequently, but being used to this I never inquired where she was or what she was doing. But wishing to finish a piece of work, she stayed with me one whole day and it did not displease me at all to have her company for she loved me a great deal, but at the same time it annoyed me, for I had to pretend a certain thing, to get a chance to enjoy with ease the little exercise I made my pussy undergo, and which I practiced in the toilet room.
She suspected something, however, and watched me, taking care though to slip away from her point of observation before I came out again. Having no idea of being watched, I satisfied my lustful desires and frigged my pussy until the desired spasmodic thrill overcame me and then I returned to my work, and on entering, my cousin asked me: Angelica, where have you been?
Why, cousin, I have been to the toilet.
There is more than one thing that takes one to the toilet, I see, my cousin said. I saw everything. Who in the name of mercy taught you to do it? It's nice, I must say.
I was dumb with confusion, I threw myself on her neck and she did not repulse me but merely scolded me a little and left the room.
I suspected that she would go and inform the Prior of what she had seen and I followed her and saw her enter the room, I quickly got up to the door and on her telling about the occurrence, I heard them laugh, I then looked through the keyhole. Rosa was present, too. After indulging for a while in laughter, my cousin said to the other two:
I believe you both would be tickled to death to have yours pulled.
Yes, said the Prior, I would for one; will you join us?
No, she returned, I am not in the humor today, just amuse yourselves while I take a look at this book.
A small vessel was placed over a flame and while Rosa prepared an instrument about as long and thick as three of my fingers, the Prior, who was a fine looking fellow, sat in his easy chair and amused himself in tucking up his robe and rubbing his penis, then he called the other nun and made her kneel in front of him and take his stiff tool in her mouth, on which, to my astonishment, she began to suck just as a babe sucks at his mother's breast; in the meantime Rosa had taken the vessel from the flame and poured its contents, which I now saw consisted of milk, into the instrument; this she fastened round her loins and getting behind my cousin, shoved it up her cunt and began to work it back and forth, after a few thrusts, my sensual cousin closed her eyes, uttered a few sighs and then suddenly cried out: Let it shoot; let it come.
Rosa pressed the bulb and the warm liquid was forced into her at the moment when the final spend or spasm overcame her.
At the same time I saw the Prior stretch his legs and I was surprised to see some white fluid run down the side of my cousin's mouth. Rosa then took my cousin's place and she, too, received the same treatment.
When the erotic excitement gave way to calm and they all began to converse quietly together, I stole away to my room. I began to think over what I had seen and concluded that I had found the road to pleasure and that all I now lacked was acquaintance, and just at the moment that I thought of the warm milk that the sisters had used, my cousin entered.
Well, Angelica, you have become more sensible, I hope.
I did not answer but hung my head and appeared penitent, so she continued: Listen to me, my dear little friend, perhaps you do not know that it is a mortal sin to touch yourself in those parts, therefore you ought to confess and resolve never to do so again. Do not be angry, my dear child, because I tell you this. It may be a joke, but nevertheless, do your duty.
I am not angry, I said, I will go to confession, but not to the Reverend Director.
He was a hypocrite for whom I had acquired a singular aversion, not that he was over stria, for he had been gay enough in his younger days and interfered very little with the sisters and their visitors. I abhorred him, however, so I shall not refer to him again in my story.
Confessions are free, was my cousin's response, Father Anselmo will be here on Monday and you may go to him. I consented to this, though I felt Tery much like laughing in my cousin's face after what I had witnessed but what would have been the use; we take things as we find them, you know. My worthy cousin feared that when I left the convent I might reproach her for not having first put me on my guard against the awakening of my sexual instinct.
I decided what course I would follow and I asked my cousin how I would best put the subject before the Reverend Father.
I awaited his arrival and began mortifying my flesh and only twice did I succumb to the temptation of employing my fingers to satisfy the burning lust of my slit, until the priest arrived.
Monday, I presented myself before the sacred tribunal. I began as others do, saving the most interesting part of my confession until the last. I nearly put my confessor to sleep with a lot of unimportant trifles before I came to the real sin. His eyes began to shoot fire when I commenced to touch on the best part of my confessions:
Ah. Oh! Oh-what is that I hear?
Yes, Father, I have sinned against my own person, both with my eyes and my hands.
And pray, against what pan of your body have you sinned, my child? This he asked in a soothing, fatherly voice.
On that part that distinguishes the sexes! I answered with downcast eyes.
He put several more questions of like nature to me and then having heard enough he said:
Listen, child, I must hear the confessions of five sisters before dinner, I have not the time to hear the rest of your confession now but be in the parlor by one o'clock and we will talk the matter over. He then gave me a light penance and sent me away.
At the appointed time I found him in the parlor, our conversation at the start was trivial enough. It was interesting enough for him, however, for he kept his eyes fixed on me most of the time. After a moment's silence he began:
Now let us speak about those things; I mean about those terrible things of which you accused yourself this morning. Was it not immediately after your interview with the young monk that you began?
Yes, Father.
Not before that?
No, Father.
Did you not feel an itching 'round about that part?
Nothing of the kind, Father.
And you did not touch yourself until-
No, Father, I only rubbed it with my shin.
Be candid, did you not feel pleased with the discovery you had made. Come, now, speak out, don't be afraid of me. I am not a bad fellow, he continued, taking me by the hand.
To tell you frankly what I felt. Oh, I don't know how I could ever do it.
Promise me not to reveal anything and I will tell you things, child, that will set your mind at rest.
I promised secrecy and he commenced thus:
You have not done such terrible things as your little brain has imagined, for when nature makes known its wants, there is no wrong in resorting to those means to calm the violent feelings that overcome us poor mortals. But does it really give you pleasure to manipulate those parts? he asked again, and eyeing me with fixed attention, he put a hand beneath his robe and I saw that he was fingering something.
The fact was that our conversation had excited the reverend father's sensuality.
He put his hand under my chin and kissed me and being too well pleased with his little discourse on ethics, I did not resist, besides he was a fine looking man and still young, not over thirty at the most.
This little favor seemed to set him afire, he kissed me a second time and undoing my neckband in spite of some resistance on my part, he gloated over the beauties hidden beneath, his eyes gleaming with passion.
Oh, what a beautiful child you are. Why should I not be made as happy as that young Bernardino? And coming over to where I was sitting, he grabbed one of my legs and with his knee against the other, he forced my legs apart, and then with his free hand he began to rub and finger my little pussy.
I bent forward, telling him all the time to quit, as somebody might come, but he pleaded with me so earnestly that I finally consented to let him have his way.
After feasting his eyes and fingers, he praised me most lavishly and then taking my hand, he placed it under his surplice. I withdrew hastily thinking I had touched some venomous reptile.
What ails the child? He asked, don't be afraid, come now, I want you to get acquainted with it, touch it, finger it, that's the way, my little sweetheart.
And what is this thing, anyhow, Father Anselmo? I asked, as I began to handle it, my, how hard and warm it is.
He now took it out and showed it to me and my surprise was great to see the difference between him and me. The instrument that I now held in my hand appeared to be about a foot long and as thick as my wrist, below I noticed a wrinkled sack hanging, which seemed to contain two objects that might have been taken for large eggs, for all I know. I noticed also that it was surrounded by a bunch of light brown hair, which made it look like a white and red post sticking out of the tuft of moss.
He held my arm, begging me to have compassion on him and directed the movements of my hand and as he was of a strong and healthy constitution and easily wrought up to the spending point, he asked me to stop and then made me stretch myself at full length on the carpet, like a martyr that was going to be immolated I made no resistance whatever. He admired my naked charms for a moment or two and then with his right arm, he raised his posteriors, he fondled the fleecy covering of my pussy and then rubbing a licentious finger along the lips, back and forth, he tried to sound the depths.
I begged of him to stop for it hurt me very much, he would not listen and softly forced his finger in and then worked it in such a manner that procured me more pleasure than I had ever before experienced, and seeing from the way that I was beginning to heave and sigh, that I was about to discharge, he gave me a voluptuous kiss and I lost consciousness in his arms. When I came to again, he was caressing me, fondly congratulating me on the sensuality of my nature.
So it was my turn to amuse myself at his expense. I became familiar with his prick, as he told me to name it; he lay down on the altar, still bearing the traces of my sacrifice to Venus, while I sat down on a stool, placing myself in such a manner that the reverend gentleman could reach my grotto of pleasure with his lips, then I raised his staff and how he enjoyed it. How pleased he was when I began fingering and caressing his proud tool; he cried out with pleasure.
Oh, you dear little sweetheart, kiss me, rub harder, press tighter. I'm coming, I'm coming; and drawing himself up, he finally collapsed in a spasm and sank on the floor.
I felt something warm filling my hand and looking, I saw for the first time that matter from which we spring.
Well, now, you see the shape you have put me in.
He only laughed and began to dry me with his handkerchief. To satisfy my curiosity I plied him with questions which he willingly answered, one and all. I started in as follows:
I assure you, my father, that I was very anxious to know how men were formed and I would have found out long ago if my cousin and the Princess had not come in on us, when myself and Dom Delabrise were together, for he would not have failed to have spread his merchandise out before me.
For all that I knew, the difference between one sex and the other, was that one procures great pleasure from the other when they have connection. Still I did not know as much as I would like to know about it.
Look here, child, here is a specimen that would soon enlighten you on that score and although you are new fit the business, if we were in a more convenient place, I would realize with you what you are looking for.
I understand, father, but I am afraid your attempts on me would be in vain for I cannot believe that my small thing could accommodate such a dagger as yours is, you would split me in two.
It is true I would most likely hurt you at the start but having it once lodged up to the hilt, you would experience a pleasure far superior to any that you have as yet enjoyed.
That means that that part of man is made especially to have connection with ours?
Without a doubt, the great author of Nature has created man and woman of different sexual attributes to that very end.
But what else besides pleasure results from this union of our parts?
Beings like ourselves.
Good, so that is the history of the human fabric. That white juice that I saw coming out of your thing, there, I suppose, is the essence which produces this effect?
Yes, partly, for it takes a woman's seed, too, to complete the work. These two semen coming together produce the foetus which in time develops, takes life and becomes a baby.
I would like very much to have some fun with a man but I would not like to have it go so far as that. I would not like to have a baby, they say it hurts dreadfully.
Depend upon me, I can manage that part of it first rate, for should I ever meet you in some convenient place, you will have nothing to fear on my part. Now, for a little advice; if any one has connection with you, exact a promise that he shall pull his prick out of your cunt when he is about to finish, so that the discharge will fall outside on your belly, and in this way you are certain to avoid babies. But it is not the pain alone that you should consider about bringing babies into the world, it is also the law which brands you as an outcast when you have the misfortune to become a mother.
I maintain, however, that you are entitled to all the joys of concupiscence you can get, provided, of course, that you have some regard for appearances. Those men or women who are forced by circumstances to remain single, whether it be on account of lack of means or cupidity of their parents, who have forced them to adopt a life that condemns them to a state of celibacy, those people, I say, should not be obliged to forego the pleasures of sexual intercourse; nature has supplied them with organs and nature intends that they shall use them. So let me say, once more, one may amuse himself or herself under any conditions, taking only the precautions not to run afoul of our iniquitous laws, which seem to have been formed only to tyrannize the weak.
I will bear in mind what you have told me, but see, it is almost three o'clock. I am afraid my cousin will soon be looking for me.
Don't be uneasy about your cousin, she is very busy and will not bother her head about you for some time yet.
Why, what in the world is she doing?
If you wish to know what she and the Prioress are doing this very minute in the sacristy, go listen at the door, then come back and tell me what you hear.
I have an inkling of what may be going on in there?
You have, how is that?
A few days ago I saw the Mother Superior, my cousin and Rosa amusing themselves with some strange instruments.
I think I know what you mean, it is what is called a dildoe, each one has a good friend who caresses her with it and I am sure you will be shortly initiated into the joys of dildoe fucking. Now, do as I told you and if you cannot see anything, you will doubtless hear something.
I went off and after finding what Father Anselmo had insinuated I would find, I returned and reported to him.
You spoke the truth, Father Anselmo, I recognized the voice of the Parish Priest, and as near as I could judge he was serving my cousin to a good piece, of this I was convinced from the way in which the Mother Superior, addressed Dom Lamotte, the parish priest.
You will fuck me once more, dear father, see the others have had their fill, I can stand a good deal more than they can, so give it to me once more.
Then everything became quiet for several minutes only interrupted by an occasional kiss, then I thought I heard the squeaking of the sofa.
You see, Angelica, I was right, but what ails you now, did it give you a funny feeling? Your cousin won't be back for some time yet, let us make use of the opportunity. Take up your dress and let me see that lovely cunt; how brown you are getting there, now turn around. Oh, what beautiful arse, so white and round; you are sighing. Now hold your legs apart and we will see if we cannot make this mossy love fountain spout forth again.
Oh, Oh, dear father-I cannot-oh, I can not-speak-
Are you enjoying it, sweetheart?
Yes, and I am going to repay you if I can. But first let me look at it, your prick, I mean; is that the right word? It looks like a nutcracker about the head. That makes you laugh, and what are these two things in the pouch; what a lot of hair there is around here.
Those, my dear, are the testicles, or as you should call them, the "balls," all males, men as well as animals, have them and those that have them not are not able to fuck; hold on Angelica, I am coming. Here it comes, kiss me, child.
Did I do it right?
Yes, you bet you did, let us get up.
Now tell me about the dildoes, do they put milk in them, that puzzles me.
I will tell you why. You see women arc not provided with willing servants as the nuns here are, who lack nothing in this respect as you have just seen. They are compelled to find solace with one another, and the hot milk which they inject produces almost the same effect as though they had connected with a man, still there is a big difference, for after all a dildoe is but a lifeless instrument and one can never give as much pleasure as a prick.
Now let me look at it again. My, what a queer looking object it is, now what causes it to undergo such a change as that? Don't laugh, what in the world becomes of all the stiffness? And the head of it that looked so red and inflamed, what made it come down in such a short time; and it has not the same color at all, and the skin that nearly covers it now, I did not notice it at all before.
This change that it seems surprises you so much, is in reality its natural condition. If it were always in that state in which you saw it at first, it would be very inconvenient Only occasionally it takes that form. The sight of a woman or even our imagination will cause it to stiffen and stand up proudly which goes to prove that the man was made for the woman and the woman for the man.
That is strange, see, see, it is getting hard.
It would have to be a stick or a stone if a hand like yours would not bring it to life again, but that is enough, it exhausts a person when carried to excess, and you ought to restrain yourself and only do it when your desires overpower you, for as you are not fully developed yet, excess would do great harm. Do not mention anything of what I have told you or of what has taken place. I will come to see you again and then I will bring you a dildoe proportionate to your age, so that you can amuse yourself. Goodbye, sweetheart.
I will ask the reader not to criticise the poor Franciscan monk too severely; I for my part, bore him no ill will for having taken advantage of my youth and inexperience.
After the Franciscan left me, I retired to my room, very well satisfied indeed; my cousin putting in her appearance shortly after, her face flushed, seemingly suffering from the heart. When did Father Anselmo leave? She asked.
At two o'clock, my cousin.
And what did he say to you when you confessed your little pranks?
He forbid me to do it again.
Very good, but you do not look as if yon had followed his advice.
Why, dear cousin?
Because your eyes pronounce the contrary.
I smiled and threw myself on her neck.
Don't hang on me so, my little friend, for I am terribly warm; let us work together until supper time, she said, giving me a motherly kiss.
Then while we were working she regaled me with an account of the beauties of a religious life, although I had already told her that I would embrace it, if for no other reason than to be always near her. I repeated my promise, taking a most solemn oath to that effect. From that time the most cordial relations, which exist even to the present time, date. Mamma, who came to see me quite often was well pleased with my final resolutions and announced it with greater amiability than usual.
The following day at eleven o'clock in the morning, Dom de la Platier and Panza came to the Abbey. One was the lover of Rosa and the other was Agatha's. As I wished to see them together and judging that they would make use of the same room in which I had seen my cousin, I skirmished around a little and found an old entrance to an unused hallway, which ran along the back part of the building; I examined the wall and discovered that it was broken in a place where I had only to pull aside a piece of tapestry to gain a full view of the room.
My cousin had told me that she would spend the afternoon with the Abbess, so I went and took my place at the peephole in the wall. I was waiting some time, when finally they arrived. Agatha locked the door behind them and put the key into her pocket. Veils and skirts were soon cast aside, instruments of war were displayed and seemed in good condition. All four threw themselves on the bed, where after an exchange of a few sweet phrases, they placed themselves in position for the sacrifice.
I had a full view of the posteriors of the reverend gentlemen, which were going like steam engines, while my ears caught the sounds of disjointed words and exclamations, such as: Fuck-ah-deeper-quicker. I could d-i-e-fuck; keep on, you dear f-u-c-k-e-r.
But then there is a limit to everything and this sport of pleasure is no exception. Don Panza was the first to roll off, exposing as he did so, the cunt, of the slender blonde, and if cunts shed tears, hers certainly was doing so, flowing down the crack of her splendid arse, they formed a pool on the towel they had so thoughtfully placed there. The other two came in a close second.
They were still in the act of drying their parts when my cousin, who I thought was still with the Abbess, happened to pass close by the corridor in which I was stationed, caught sight of me and coming up softly, beckoned me to follow her. My confusion was too great to describe. I ran hurriedly away and was the first to reach our room.
That is very nice, I must say, to play the spy like that! She said in a low tone, if the sister knew that you had spied on them, they would never forgive you.
I must have looked very downcast, for my-cousin came and threw her arms about me and bursting into laughter, she began to reassure me. Come now, Angelica, don't be afraid, she said, truly, I would not have them know it for anything in the world, but tell me how you came to peep at them?
Mustering a little courage I answered:
I was on my way to the park and while passing through the corridor, I heard queer noises to my right, so I looked to see what it was. I hadn't been there more than a second when you came along. She eyed me steadily for a moment and began: What you have seen, prompts me to tell you sooner than I had wanted to of many things that are being done here, of course, you have been kept in ignorance until now, but I must exact a promise from you never to divulge either what you have just seen nor what I am going to tell you now. Since you have made up your mind to stay with us, I will reveal all to you this evening, keeping nothing back.
Oh, cousin, I replied, I shall be very discreet, depend upon it.
Then we embraced each other and went to the apartments of the Abbess. We had supper with her, after which we returned to our apartments and as soon as we were in bed, we resumed the conversation. My cousin, Felicity was her name, began thus:
Because I wished to have you always with me, I induced you to embrace the life of a nun, but I swear that if I had been unhappy, I would have warned you not to take this step But as it is, I consider myself happier here than I could ever hope to be in the world.
Here we have all the enjoyment of life without its inconveniences. Women were made as companions to men, and this maxim is practiced if not openly, preached in this convent, and you have seen how pleasant it is to have one's arms and legs twined about a man capable of satisfying one's wants, you will learn more of this later.
I noticed with pleasure how you were growing and better still, how sensible a mind you had. Onion peddlers know each other even in the dark, so you need not be surprised when I tell you that your little prank with Dom Delabrise did not escape my attention when I surprised you in the parlor together, one look was enough, I knew as well as if you had told me, what had taken place. I am delighted that you have taken a liking to him and far from putting any obstruction in the way of your love making, I will do all I can to bring you two together as often as possible.
Oh, how much I am obliged to you, dear Felicity. Yes, I do love him. I conceived an affection for him even before I knew why, but really I feel a tenderness towards him that I cannot explain. I might say that I love him through some kind of presentment that he can contribute to my happiness and I am never happy when I am not in his company. The day you surprised us in the parlor was a cruel intrusion for me, for I enjoyed myself with him.
Had you already accomplished the act? You know what I mean?
No, but his hands were feeling all over and the sweet kisses he was showering on me gave me so much enjoyment that I have ever since had a longing for his company.
No doubt he did not fail to show you what he had?
No, I am sorry to say, you came in on us too soon but I have been doubly repaid by the splendid view I had of Dom Panza and Dom Platierre.
And what did you think of their tools and the manner in which they used them.
I saw that they were strangely made and of enormous size and capabilities, and I wondered greatly how such big things could disappear in the bushy depths between the sisters' outstretched legs and also at the ever quickening in and out motion and movements of the sisters' arses, who seemed to want to follow the retreating tools, all this seemed to give them general contentment, both to the attacked and the attackers.
And what did you do all this time, Angelica?
I was all on fire and I wished to be treated in the same manner, and this being out of the question I decided that if this could not be a duet then I must content myself with a solo.
Never mind the solos, some day you will play duets and quartettes, too, only do not rush things, just keep cool and wait. Dom Delabrise suits you. He is a handsome young fellow, I congratulate you on the choice, but listen to my advice.
We all make mistakes and you made one when you let him take so many liberties with you on so short acquaintance. You never should throw yourself at a man's feet like that, nor let him notion that you are as passionate or even more so than himself.
It is only after a great deal of attention and perseverance on their part and after giving an undeniable proof of their regard by an assiduous courtship that we should accord them a small favor. This makes them more ardent lovers, more devout worshippers at the shrine of our charms. It is in this way that we must lead them on. Now, take me, for instance, I have a good friend in the parish priest, you must have seen us often together.
Now, do you imagine that I abandoned myself to him all at once. I should say not. Many a time I have heard him plead and sigh, many a time I have seen him on his knees begging me to have pity on him, assuring me with heartrending sighs that he could never live through his martyrdom, so whatever favors he now receives, he paid for dearly.
Ah, here is your friend coming now. I promise he shall be yours on condition that you keep him in suspense for quite awhile before you grant him the last favor.
I understand now, my dear Felicity, I have been so easy.
No doubt you have.
You can leave it to me, I will bear in mind what you have told me, only I think I am taking a great risk. I might lose him because. . . .
Because your sensuous nature torments you, that's it. We all have passed through the same trying process but rather than lay down my arms I'd sooner use a candle. It is always that way with people who do not wish to listen to good advice and let their passions get the best of them, and it usually ends disastrously. I do not feel like saying any more tonight, let us sleep now; some other time, more on the subject.
Before going to sleep, I reflected on what my relative had told me. I was overjoyed at the thought that from now on I could see Dom Delabrise without trouble, and I formed plans how to act when in his company. My little intrigue with Father Anselmo had taught me many things, and he, too, would not meet with the same complaisance on my part as heretofore.
The following day my cousin completed her revelations as to the amorous life the sisters were living and I renewed my promise to take the veil as soon as I was of proper age.
After dinner I took my work and went to the Mother Superior. She received me in a cold, reserved manner. I responded in the same way. I also called on several of the sisters, who received me with more cordiality but the one who pleased me the most was Suzanne, whose acquaintance the reader will make in the course of my history.
What I longed for, for a long time, finally arrived in the shape of a letter from Dom Delabrise and it tended to rouse my drooping spirits more than anything else that could have happened; he wrote: Dear Angelica:
I was in hopes of seeing you yesterday but an unhappy chance deprived me of that pleasure. I hope, however, soon to be able to tell you with word of mouth, what my pen cannot explain in a proper manner.
If ever a man fully appreciates his good fortune it is myself, your humble servant, I assure you, your entrance into the convent was the beginning; that you were at that time of an age when you couldn't understand what love is. I was drawn to you by some invisible force. I thank my good fortune that I enjoy seeing the little flower which I might say I planted with my own hands blossoming out into a beautiful rose, which I flatter myself is for me to pluck.
Dear Angelica, twenty times a day, I leave my most serious occupation, just to let my mind dwell on thoughts of you. I can hardly wait for the time when I can tell you how worthy you are of my deep and sincere love; it is my hope that our superiors will not again break up our sweet tete-a-tete.
With a love that cannot be written, I have the honor to be,
Your most humble servant,
DOM DELABRISE.
Showing this letter to my cousin, she made me promise to treat him with more reserve than before, so I answered him in the manner indicated below:
Dear Sir:
Your letter is full of kind expressions, but kindliness on your part is not new to me, so I assure you of my heartfelt gratitude.
I invite you to come whenever you wish, you will always be well received provided you keep yourself well in check and do not become too enterprising.
My cousin, who is a very far sighted person, reproached me severely and you know I had reason to reproach myself. You have lost my esteem but you may regain it again by never placing me in the same embarrassing position, which would force me to withdraw it.
Yours truly,
ANGELICA.
After dinner the same day, the parish priest, Dom Panza and Dom de la Notte, came into the Abbey. Their lady loves joined them after dinner and I went to call on Suzanne. I would have much preferred to spy on the three amorous couples, but it was expressly forbidden and what really prevented my spying the most was that they had chosen a room that was tightly closed.
At night my cousin had as usual her confidential chat. I started in:
I have passed a long and tiresome afternoon, though Suzanne is a charming girl, I was not at ease with her and consequently our conversation was uninteresting.
You know, Angelica, what I told you, don't precipitate anything with the sisters, let them make advances first. None, besides the Prioress know that you are aware of our amours, and Suzanne is not yet one among us. She has been struggling against Dom Bigot for nearly a year and has not surrendered yet, but I think nevertheless she will soon come into our dove cote.
Did you not enjoy yourself very much this afternoon?
My admirer proved his love four times.
And the Prioress?
Just as much, with this difference, that she has not got to adopt the precautions that we do; so there is nothing wanting in her enjoyment which is therefore much greater.
Then she runs no risk of getting knocked up?
She has been going through this performance for ten years and nothing has happened to her yet, there are lots of sterile women and she is one of them. I am not fool enough to take any chances, and I advise you to look out for your own little affair. Now let us sleep, but where are your hands?
My cousin was not mistaken for during our conversation I had been rubbing and fingering myself until I brought on the crisis just when she ended her admonition.
There are on my breast.
Come now, don't do that too often, it is harmful.
The Prioress called on us the next day, bestowing upon me more than the usual attention and consideration.
Now, Angelica, she said, don't fib, why did you not say your devotion today?
I reddened and looked helplessly at my cousin.
Speak up, now, do not be afraid of me, I am one of the girls myself. She gave me a kiss and I returned it warmly and allowed her to examine me very thoroughly.
There is a little down sprouting on it already, she said, addressing my cousin, it is already beginning to darken this fluffy spot here, what do you think Felicity, is she not fit soon to be on the peg.
In return I said many funny things, among others I asked her why moss was growing on such funny things. She answered saying that all she knew about it was that it was natural for one's cunt to wear tresses.
We went for a walk and while passing a small cabinet in the park, I saw Suzanne with a Franciscan monk, who was looking very downcast, I made my thoughts known to my companions, who enlightened me on his history.
The next day the lovesick monk returned to the charge but in vain, he finally decided to let Agatha plead his cause for him. In the following I will endeavor to give part of the conversation that I overheard between Dom Bigot and Suzanne.
Now can you be so severe with me, Suzanne, have compassion on me and reward my faithful love and grant me the favor you crave yourself.
It is of no use; it can never be, why can we not love each other without. . . . No. No. ... It cannot be, I tell you.
You torment me beyond all description, if you were less beautiful, my suffering would be less, pray have pity on me. Why do you wish to avoid me? Gin nothing that I say have any effect upon your obstinate will?
It cannot be. I repeat it, no. Be done with it.
Oh, Suzanne, by all that I hold dear in this world, I promise. . . .
Come, come now, my fine gentleman, so that is what you wish, is it? Well, make your mind easy, no man yet got the best of a woman against her will, you are an ungrateful wretch, now leave me, I never want to see you again.
Our fair one tore herself from his grasp and seemed greatly exasperated.
Agatha, following a sign from Dom Bigot, appeared upon the scene to lend her assistance to overcome the scruples of the fair nun. Addressing Suzanne, she said:
How are you? What on earth ails you, you look so cross. Is it because Dom Bigot is leaving so soon?
Please don't mention his-name in my presence again. I don't like him, and if you have come to talk about him, you will do me a favor to retire.
Calm yourself dear friend, and try to bring back the cheerful smile that is becoming to you; yes, I can speak to you about him, and what is more, I want you to listen. If you had only seen him as he went out, he was not the same man any more, he begged me with tears streaming down his face to set him right with you and I am confident that had I not promised to intercede with you in his behalf, he would be tempted to do something rash. Such love, Suzanne, deserves a better fate.
Actions speak louder than words with me, dear Agatha, when one loves, he conforms to the loved one's wishes. He knows what my thoughts are on certain things and he has promised me a hundred times never to give offense to them, and just as often he has failed to keep his word.
His conduct is a proof of the love he bears you, he has only had eyes and ears for you and no one else but you, now if his love was not sincere, he would have tried to get even by making love to one of us. I give you credit for that but I think it would have done him a better service with you, if he had been less attentive and had made you a little jealous by paying attentions to one of us but he is altogether too honest for that, he never even gave us a pleasant word or a smile; there was no one for him but Suzanne. I for my part, think him a very handsome and attractive young man, and if I did not like you so much, I would set my cap for him.
And what does that signify, have you not one already?
Good. Good. I could just hug you for those words, your heart betrays you. You are being moved to pity, you love him, you cannot deny it. It was not today that I found this out, now, why don't you accord him that supreme happiness.
Since you have discovered my secret, I will make a clean breast of it to you. I have confidence in you and will tell you all, keeping nothing back. I love Dom Bigot as well as he ever loved me and I am sure my pleasure would equal his own if I let him have his way. But the fate of poor Richardierre is still fresh in my memory and I dread to undergo the same terrible ordeal.
When I pulled away so suddenly, it was through fear that I would succumb. I did violence to my own desires in doing so, I assure you. If I pretended to disdain his lance it was not because I feared to have it pierce me, but I kept on repeating all the time to myself: Dom Bigot is a young and vigorous man and as soon as a free passage was offered him, he would stretch and tear me unmercifully, and then he would lose all self-control and my poor body would be the sufferer. This is the reason why I do not give in.
Your fears are ill founded, my dear Suzanne, it is as much to his interest as to yours, that he should spare me, and he would therefore never think of causing you unnecessary pain. He is to return in three days, now tell me what I am going to tell him when he returns?
Oh, you are terrible; unawares you lead me on. He may come, however, he will never dare to make proposals, and you may be sure I will make not make any advances.
Don't trouble yourself on that score, I will give him the necessary hint.
What is it you say? Now don't let him hope for it.
All right, let us go for a walk.
La Richardierre, that Suzanne referred to, was a young woman who had an affair with a rash devil-may-care fellow, who knocked her up. Her worry and remorse were so great that she died before she gave birth to the fruit of her womb.
My cousin told me that Suzanne's affair was as well as settled and she would soon be initiated with all due formalities into the society. My curiosity being aroused, she promised to satisfy it in some other way, arranging it so that I might be a spectator at the ceremony, taking care to place me where my presence would not be known to the priests or nuns.
After dinner Dom Delabrise asked to see me in the parlor. I was a little embarrassed at the meeting but recovered myself, I answered his questions as easily as I could. My answers for a while kept him in respect but soon his passion got the best of him and he became daring, but I soon gave him to understand that if he did not behave, I would leave the room.
How coldly you treat me, he said, my unfortunate absence has worked a great wrong, I see.
There is no coldness on my part, I answered. I am delighted to see you but remember what I told you in my letter.
Only too well for my peace of mind, I greatly fear some one has supplanted me in your affections.
You have a strange opinion of me, Dom Delabrise, I know no other than you. Gratitude or something deeper draws me to you and my ears are forevermore opposed to the pleadings of others. Now, stop, that will do, you are smothering me . . . take your hand away.
Don't run away from me, you wicked girl.
It is time for me to go, I said, as I rose to join the company in the park. He assented and I amused myself, romping with the sisters. Dom Delabrise, however, followed me wherever I went, now and then sighing, which told me he rather wished that we were alone.
I was with him for a few minutes, before he left and allowed him to embrace me but once. My cousin was well pleased with my conduct and she exacted another promise that I would lead him on a little longer.
I will describe here the park, as it will be the scene of a number of actions, which will be described later.
It was rather a spacious park, with a lot of shady trees and bushes, grape arbors and a kitchen garden, so nicely distributed that any fancy would be suited.
Directly behind the vineyard was a pavilion which was called "Clthera Island." It only apartment was one large room which derived its light from two windows and a large double door made the lattice work; for furniture it had two sofas and a few armchairs. The armchairs were so construed that by lowering their backs, they formed two beds of comfortable size, the springs were rather the worse for wear but still they were not so bad, considering the wear they were put to.
At each corner of the room was a small closet and in each closet a cot, strong and durable. The latticed door led to a terrace at each end of which was a pond with fresh, clear water. Trees surrounded this pond completely giving bathers protection from the hot rays of the sun.
Back of the porch was a meadow surrounded by a thick hedge of elm trees. This was the favorite retreat of the loving couples and many were the sacrifices offered to Venus, the insatiable goddess. There was hardly a tree which could not tell of the homages paid to the frail goddesses under its shade.
I for one, was enchanted with this retreat and I explored it over and over. When we were about to leave it, my cousin pointed out to me the place where I was to conceal myself the day on which Suzanne was to be initiated.
Dom Bigot returned the following day and immediately sought Agatha to find out from her how she had succeeded in appeasing the wrath of his beloved.
May I ask what success you had in conducting my case with Suzanne?
I succeeded far beyond my expectations.
What is that you say? Can it be possible that Suzanne will receive me?
She will receive you with pleasure, and you have everything to hope.
Oh, tell me all, I pray of you, do not deceive me.
Directly after your departure, I went to Suzanne and reasoned and pleaded with her. I made her see that her conduct towards you was harsh in the extreme and that any other in your place would have ended it right there. She received my words in a way that surprised me beyond doubt that she loves you, and if she has not yielded to you it is because she fears that you might lose control of yourself and would not be sufficiently able to protect her against conception.
How much I am indebted to you, how can I ever repay you for your kindness. I have a new lease on life.
She will probably enter a few objections but push your cause and she will be yours.
Suzanne will yield. I can no longer contain myself.
Contain yourself nevertheless and do not make any proposals before dinner, you would not have sufficient time and you might hurt your chances. Present yourself to the Abbess and do not let any one see by your actions that you are up to something; after dinner, I will take Suzanne to the room under some pretext and then you may come in and I will retire. It is time for us to pan now, so good bye, I am glad to have been of service to you.
After dinner I did not fail to station myself where I could see and hear everything and shortly after, I was delighted to see Suzanne and Agatha make their appearance.
Why have you brought me here, Agatha, said Suzanne. I did not take notice where you were taking me to, I will not stay here, he can see me in the parlor or the park.
Under the circumstances, when you are to become reconciled, nothing should trouble you.
You are a wicked girl. Well, what did he say? Is his love still so warm?
He accosted me like a man who is swaying between love and despair, but no sooner had I told him that you were willing to see him again, than he became a different man, he could hardly hold himself for joy.
I will meet him with pleasure, he was in my thoughts all night long, and now I have nothing to fear, for here I know I cannot escape him. You make me laugh, with your reasoning.
To speak sincerely, I think I am going to yield and I fear, you know what. I dread fee may be too large for me.
Oh, you simpleton, do you not know that in coition the woman's pan usually assumes a size large enough to take in the man's without any great suffering. I was equally struck with the size of Dom de la Platierre's instrument, but I suffered ever so little when he took my maidenhead and I felt so good when he was pushing it in that I was grieved beyond measure when he took it out again, and the only regret that I have today is that it is not twice its size, for the tighter the fit, the greater the pleasure.
You will tell me all about it; I hear some one coming, dear me, it is him. . . .
Goodbye, I will leave you.
Dom Bigot entered and going up to Suzanne said: Ah, Suzanne, have I the happiness of meeting you again?
Please arise, I do not like to see you this way, kneeling before me.
What do I hear, my pardon is assured. I must kiss those charming lips for it.
I cannot breathe, my, you are terrible.
No, I am not, my angel, I am as gentle as a lamb.
That will do, you crush my skins.
How white and well starched.
Oh, you naughty man, where are you putting your hand now; stop it, I won't have it.
Why not, my dear, why do you oppose our mutual enjoyment? Let go my hand. And with this, he opened his robe and pulled out a very large staff and taking her hand, said: See here, touch this.
No. No. But at the same time he tightly held her hand on his fine prick.
How cruel you are, I am crazy with impatience.
How are you going to. . . .
I will take into consideration, your fears, and you shall not suffer in the least, come- now let me-I cannot wait.
Oh, how hard you throw me on the bed, leave my skirts down, I tell you.
Oh, what thighs, so white and firm. Did mortal ever see such a beautiful cunt. Oh, why have you made me wait so long.
Oh, it is too big. You hurt me, you tear me apart, it will never go in. Oh! Oh! How you hurt-oh!
A little patience, it must go in and it- goes-in-at-last-at l-a-s-t!
Oh, Bigot, my dear friend-I am c-o-m-i-n-g, oh-how nice. Oh, Bigot, I-I-love you.
Oh, Suzanne, kiss me, hold me tight, move your arse faster-faster, oh, ah, ah. . .
Now, look what you have done, I am all wet.
Give me a kiss, Suzanne, dear, you see I have been careful not to deposit my semen where it might cause trouble.
I have been a goose to deprive myself so long of so much pleasure. I will never refuse you any more, but let us rest a while now. Let me look at that queer tool of yours, let me examine how it is made, but do you know that at the start it hurts like fury and only my love for you made me submit to the pain your lance was putting me to.
And afterwards?
Towards the last it gave me a great deal of pleasure, well compensating me for what I had suffered at the start.
Come, lay down again and spread your legs apart, so, that's right. Your cunt is wide open now and from now on, only pleasure will be your share in copulating, otherwise called fucking.
Now, easy-slowly-it hurts, a little when your prick enters, now it is all right.
Ah, dear little Suzanne, your tight little cunt feels heavenly round my prick.
Hold me a minute, Bigot, my leg is cramped-all right, now.
How do you like it, now? Do I fuck you right, love?
Yes, dear; but how pressed you must be, you fuck too fast. I cannot keep pace with you-there-you have done already, could you not hold out a little longer?
I did not hurt you very much that time?
No, my pleasure was greater than I ever dreamt it could be, only you left me behind this time, another time try and be slow until you see that it also overcomes me, or better still, let me tell you when to increase the tempo of your strokes, we can make it last longer then, but your prick is shrinking up, hold on; I will stiffen him again.
Oh, you are an adorable girl; how your cunt works that prick of mine, your muscles inside, are just playing with it, it feels as if it feels as if a hand was frigging it, oh, glory, hallelujah, it is stiffening up, do you feel it, dear?
Yes, it is living again, that big snake inside of me, but you lecherous fellow, your hands are roaming everywhere, what do you think of that backside of mine for a pair of cymbals, there is plenty to get hold of, is there not? Oh, you cochon, but it feels fine to have your finger in my arsehole.
You beat Venus as regards the beauty and size of your arse and you certainly will make a worthy priestess of Venus, an expert performer in all the different ways of making love, my pet.
Enough talking, now act, you are in condition again, so let us do it once more and then we will rest.
Dom Bigot, to prolong his own as well as his partner's ecstasy, kept himself well in control, he treated her to long, strong, but slow, pushes and managed to make Suzanne spend several times without losing his own seed, working up the naturally lascivious nature of his partner to an erotic fury which found expression in the wanton movements of her arse and the obscene words she continually uttered to the intense delight of Dom Bigot.
Finally after several spasms of delight, they glued their lips together and now Bigot let go at her with all his might and after a number of very rapid strokes, they both spent and then for a few minutes lay motionless and still, then, after indulging in several glasses of wine, they fell asleep in each other's arms.
This refreshment was of great benefit to them. The attitude they assumed in going to sleep, pleased me greatly. Their legs were entwined, her hand was holding his staff of life, his hand was on her grotto of love, their partly opened mouths were near together, they seemed to breathe but one breath.
Never was a more beautiful pair than Suzanne, who was not yet twenty, and Dom Bigot, who was barely five and twenty.
Watching them, I cursed the lawmakers here below who could so cruelly make laws against a sensible and real pleasure as this was.
I left them sweetly sleeping in each other's arms and started to go into the park, when an unforeseen event made a sudden change in my plan;.
Just at the entrance of the park I heard the sound of voices, I stopped to listen and looking towards the spot whence the voices came from, I saw the Abbess' chambermaid and a strange man-servant. Soon I became aware of what was going to be done. The show had just commenced when I became an interested spectator.
The aforesaid man-servant had his one hand under Rosalie's skirts and with the other hand he was hugging her for further orders. Rosalie was not slow in doing her best to repay the compliment. I heard him ask her to come into the park, it would be better there, he said, they would be more comfortable in one of the shady bowers, there is no convenience here and I do not like to fuck standing up.
Oh, no, said Rosalie, some one might see us; wait, I will get into a position that will enable you to get at me in fine shape. So saying, she put her head against the wall and jutted out her rump in a most advantageous manner.
There was no delay on his part, he quickly divested himself of everything but his white vest and shirt, which he tucked up around his waist, showing the lower part of his body and his battery ready for the attack.
He got at her from behind and soon his rammer was sheathed up to the hilt, after treating her for a few minutes to slow, deliberate strokes his movement began to slacken.
Hold back a little Rosalie, he whispered, let us try to get through together.
He stopped a moment or two but soon began again with redoubled vigor.
I am coming, cried our Rosalie, and here it is from me, cried the footman, as he was getting into the short digs, then a few spasmodic jerks, one long above and all was over.
I could see by the twitching of their thighs and legs that they were enjoying the supreme pleasure and she feeling herself drenched backed up tight against the belly of her stallion.
They rested, letting their instruments of pleasure together soaking in the plentiful spendings of each other. Master Jacques unsheathed his tool covered with spunk. He seemed to have lost confidence in his copulating powers for when Rosalie showed by unmistakable signs, that her appetite was not yet appeased, he cried for quarter, saying:
Wait until evening, I am tired now, tonight in the park, we will be more at our ease. After putting themselves in order they again took a stroll in the park. I did likewise, staying there nearly an hour. Then I went back to take a look at the two lovers.
They were still in nearly the same attitude that I had left them. Agatha entered a few minutes later and slapped Suzanne's arse and pulled the Reverend Father's nose.
It is you, is it? she said, as she awoke, and the amusing part of it was that the fair lady feeling ashamed, hid her face in her hands and at the same time made a grand display of her arse and cunt. Bigot threw his arms around her and embraced her warmly.
What do you say to it now? asked Agatha.
Look, replied Suzanne, what havoc he has caused, but I don't fear him any longer, he can fuck me whenever and as often as he pleases, the more the better.
Ah, how you excite me, put in the brave priest. He began to finger her but soon thinking of something better, he pulled her to the edge of the bed and putting her legs on his shoulders, he took straight aim and drove his dagger home. She withstood the onslaught most admiringly, not in the least abashed by the presence of Agatha, who was applauding and urging him on, with cries like:
That is the way-get there! Lively- harder-fuck that fresh cunt with might, let her have it strong and hard, that's right, drive it into her up to the womb, fuck her, Bigot, you are all right.
And Suzanne, whether it was to please her companion or her salacious self, paid him back tit for tat, move for move, then taking him by the chin, she pulled his face towards her, letting her tongue protrude far between his lips, inviting him to suck it. Both would have liked to prolong the struggle, the crisis came too soon, amidst spasmodic heaves and long drawn sighs.
Agatha, after giving them time to regain their breaths, announced that there was company in the abbey.
Who is there? asked Suzanne.
Mlle. Cimbreau, the canon, and two officers of Dragons. Felicity has made the acquaintance of the canon and the Prioress and Rosa have taken charge of the officers. Last year they were very intimate, so arrange your clothing and come, you will be interested.
As soon as I heard this, I went to see the Prioress and her friends. I was made the recipient of much attention on the part of the three gentlemen, especially was this the case with the canon, whose compliments were profuse.
Agatha and Suzanne, after getting Dom Bigot away, came and joined us. My cousin drew me aside and asked me to get Suzanne to share her bed with me, which she agreed to without hesitation. I knew what this meant.
We all supped together and after supper, we arranged a party for the benefit of the good old lady.
Rose and one of the officers left the room together, it was then about eleven o'clock. I suspected they were up to something, so in an offhand way I told Suzanne that I had something to do and if she would kindly wait for me I would be back shortly.
The chamber that served for these gallant tete-a-tetes was not far off, and although it was now dark, it would serve their purpose better than the park; I was not mistaken and quietly drew near and overheard their conversation.
Do not scold me, sweetheart, said the officer, I did not think it would be so long before I could see you again, I counted the days until the order came for us to return home with our regiment.
You are great rovers, you soldiers, you roam about from place to place, all the time, at least you might let me hear from you, if you cannot come to see me.
What about you, I would also like to hear from you, when I am away, but let us make better use of the time that we can be together, than to reproach each other. I want to gaze on your hidden charms and give the poor thing between my legs a chance to revel in your hermitage, so small and cute. How silky is the moss that grows along these avenues. Oh, how I love to feel the quivering flesh of a woman.
You ought to know my heart, Byron, remember last year when you told me my rump was like the canon of the holy church.
Exactly, you have a beautiful rump and your neck has no equal in form, yes, you were very kind and obliging to me last year, and I hope you enjoyed yourself as well as I did.
I certainly showed by my behavior that I did.
They exchanged a few more kisses and then Rose invited him to take coffee with her next morning in that very room.
I hastened away and rejoined the company.
I slept that night with Suzanne, who was very pleasant company, till we fell asleep. The next morning I went to see how Rose and her soldier were getting along with their coffee. I judged by the state of their clothing that one combat had already been fought. Rose was sitting on the foot of the bed, arms and shoulders were bare, and let the baron drink out of her cup. I noticed that the baron's tool was standing forth in all its glory.
The coffee down, his ever ready hand began to play on her instrument, then he upset the fair nun and examined her to his own as well as her satisfaction, the abode of carnal pleasure.
Then begging her to remain in that position, he rammed his prick into the willing cunt of the salacious nun.
It surprised me with what vigor and abandon they finished the act and I feared the consequences for Rose, but I have found out since that when such love encounters follow themselves in succession, they are entirely harmless for the discharge after the third assault is but thin water, incapable of producing a germ.
These two fortunate lovers did not give up the combat till both had a surfeit of pleasure. I had seen enough. I went in search of my cousin, I found her still in bed and was questioning her how she had spent the previous night when the Prioress entered.
What, still in bed, little woman?
Yes, I am very tired, that horrid canon would not let me close an eye all night. Did you come after me; wait a moment, I will be ready.
Two Franciscans had arrived at the Abbey, Dom de la Platierre and another strange monk. It was a happy event for Agatha. She found occasion to absent herself before dinner and in the afternoon had the complaisance to entertain her lover and his friend, one after the other and then both together, one taking the legitimate road and the other occupying the neighboring premises in her arsehole.
Dom de la Platierre, as a matter of courtesy taking the sodomitic quarters. I devoted a part of the afternoon to answer a letter which I received from Dom Delabrise, his letter follows:
Mademoiselle:
You cannot imagine my feelings since I have last seen you. I do not know what to make or think of it. A thousand different thoughts are crossing my mind, what have I done to be treated thus, everything I said was treated by you as a huge joke; I am suffering.
Now, if you really do not disdain me, why do you do so? I am not entirely ignorant of what has taken place between my confreres and the sisters and I am as interested as they are to keep the secret. I know that they are happy, why should I be the unhappy one?
If you were not going to embrace a religious life, like myself, I would be obliged to take some kind of action. I do not know myself. But we will both soon be members of the same religious order, why not make our hearts one?
When my studies are over I will attach myself to the same monastery where I am now and I will be able to give you frequent proofs of my love and devotion. For heavens sake take pity on me. I am waiting impatiently for your answer and I am and always will be
Your slave,
DOM DELABRISE.
This letter really touched my heart and I answered as follows:
Monsieur:
I cannot persuade myself that you conceived the idea that I ridiculed all those gracious things that you said to me.
Why were you so greedy. If I avoided you, it was because you were arousing in me the same passions that were consuming you and I well know that if I did not flee, I would lose all my self-control. You are welcome to come any time and be convinced.
Adieu, till we meet again,
ANGELICA.
I read my letter over and saw I was giving him a pretty good hold on me, but considering everything, I decided to let it go.
All that I had seen had made such an impression on me that I could not wait. Our guests remained for three days at the Abbey and nothing was spared to make their stay agreeable.
The day of their departure the younger Franciscan handed me a letter and box from Father Anselmo. Quickly withdrawing, I found the very thing he had promised me, a medium sized dildoe covered with skin and mounted with silver, and containing everything for its operation. His letter stated his regret that he was obliged to depart without seeing me once more and his hope to be more fortunate on his return.
Felicity and myself retired to our room as soon as we were seated she asked how I was progressing with my love affair. I showed her the last letter I had received from Dom Delabrise and told her what I had answered.
Yes, my child, it is as I expected, the scenes which you have witnessed in the last few weeks have ripened you and you are longing for the delights of copulation and your health will suffer if the sacrifice of your maidenhead is delayed much longer. And as you seem to have Dom Delabrise well in hand and he is devoted to you, it has been decided by the Prioress and myself that Dom Delabrise, who will be here tomorrow, shall have the pleasure of plucking your maidenhead and introduce you to the joys of being well fucked; does that meet with your approval?
Yes, dear cousin, I cannot wait the time. I have been suffering from the want of consolation a strong man can give a poor woman. I thank you very much for procuring me this bliss so soon.
Good. Then hold yourself in readiness to receive him tomorrow afternoon, but do not think that all will be smooth sailing, you will have to undergo some pain, but, of course, you know that; bear it bravely and joy will soon reward your suffering.
Remember, too, that you must not let him spend inside of you for at least the first three times. I will caution him myself to take care of that.
The following day my cousin pointed out to me that it would be best to rest up well before the final actions were taken and I would experience more satisfaction and be in better condition to undergo the operation without the least trouble.
Finally evening came and with it Dom Delabrise. We greeted each other in a formal way as everybody was watching us, we sat down to supper and after supper we had a stroll in the park, during which he managed to rouse my feelings to the highest pitch of erotic excitement. He led me to a seat and kneeling down in front of me, he put his hand under my clothes, my legs spread to give his fingers room to explore all my hidden charms. Soon he made me take up my dresses. Drawers I had already taken off on the advice of Felicity.
Oh, dear Angelica, he said, you have such a beautiful little cunt, I must kiss it, he said, and I felt his tongue licking and sucking at the top of the love chink. He soon had me afire. I pressed his head with one hand and leaning down tried to find his tool.
He took notice and managed to get it out of his trousers and put it into my eager hand. It felt as big as my arm. I pressed and fingered it and this excited me so that I paid my tribute in a plentiful shower.
After letting me rest for a while, my lover jumped to his feet and said: Come, dear, let us go to your rooms, I must possess you now or I shall waste what by right belongs to you.
I was only too eager and we hastened as fast as we could to reach my room. My cousin greeted us there with a smile and said: I will only help you undress and then I will withdraw until tomorrow morning and I hope by that time you will have been made a woman. She began to undress me and after having stripped me to the skin, she rendered my lover the same service. Going to the wardrobe, she brought out a perfumed bottle of vaseline and taking his tool in her hand, applied a generous dose all over it and then turning to me she greased the holy of holies and with the words: Dom Delabrise, I have done all I could to make your path smooth and slippery, get into her and do not spare her salacious little cunt, she retired.
Hardly had the door closed when my lover placed me in the position he thought best for the work in hand. He laid me across the bed, with my arse on the edge, then he put one pillow under me, spread my legs as far apart as possible and getting between them, he placed his prick at the entrance and tried to force his way in, he got his head in and stuck; he gently moved back and forwards, keeping steadily pressing inwards and gaining ground slowly but surely, while I suffered immense pain under the stretching that my cunt had to undergo, but I suppressed as much as I could all signs of suffering.
Dom Delabrise said: Dear, only a little patience, you will soon feel only pleasure, your pain will vanish. I will draw back a little-now in again. Ah, delicious! I feel your hymen, I must go through that, then you know only pleasure will be your share. I am swelling up more, the thought of taking a maidenhead is too exciting, I must go in now or I will spend before I have ravished you, you little angel, and with this he began to push with all his might and drawing his tool nearly entirely out of me, he returned to the attack with a mighty shove. I felt something tear within me and his big prick was in to the hilt. I fainted and when I came to again, I found Dom Delabrise busy inspecting my lacerated cunt and applying some water to it, washed off the bloody traces of my virginity.
He looked up and seeing me smile, he jumped up and kissing me rapturously and then laying me lengthwise on the bed, he got in beside me and sucked the nipples of my bosoms and soon the amorous desires overcame all fear of pain and getting hold of his ever ready prick I pulled him on top of me.
He was soon in me and treated me at first to slow, then ever quickening movements, which soon brought on a plentiful spend of my love juice; he followed suit, but when he felt it coming, he pulled out his prick and spurted it all over me from my cunt to my neck, but as soon as the last drop was out, he drove the still stiff prick in again, so as to get the cunt used to its visitor, as he expressed himself. He repeated the same action twice more in succession and finally overpowered from sheer exhaustion, we both fell asleep.
In the morning, I was all ready for poking again and my lover set to work with a vim that made me sigh with pleasure. This time we, at least I, really enjoyed to the full the delightful actions and experienced an entire feeling of satisfaction and contentment.
I was plied with all kinds of questions and every one wanted to hear a complete account of my defloration.
Sunday evening we all prepared to the pavilion to prepare for the formal initiation of Suzanne. The actors to the number of six, met in the parlor at seven o'clock, they were soon joined by their mistresses. The door was locked and bolted and after embracing one another, we drank some spiced chocolate. We were ordered to disrobe and were soon in a state of complete nakedness during which we all regarded each other.
Suzanne was led in. The two little mounds of her breasts were firm as ivory and white as alabaster, and the two crimson buttons a feast for the eyes.
We were all sworn to the rules of the order; never to divulge anything we may see, hear or do in the meetings.
A bed was then brought forth and Suzanne was placed on it. Then we were each instructed to take a partner and arrange ourselves on cots close by and await the word of the Prioress.
This soon came. Get ready, Dom Bigot and do your duty by Suzanne and we will follow suit. No sooner said than done and Suzanne suffered the introduction of the big prick of her lover, without a murmur and soon the rocking and poking became general.
Suzanne and Dom Bigot got out of their bed and received the congratulations of their confreres.
After a little rest, each chose a partner for the second act of this lustful drama. They wished to offer, all at the same time, their noble sacrifice to the goddess who presided over all their pleasures and they finally drowned their instruments in streams of spunk.
The Prioress while being fucked, amused herself by handling the two pricks of two fathers standing on each side of her, to give more ardor to the champion screwers, each held across his lap one of the nuns, as one would hold a child about to be chastised.
Suzanne was stationed between these two batteries, belly to the front, thighs apart, two fingers holding open her pretty little snatch. Agnes with the parish priest were doing it dog fashion.
The Prioress was far from satiated, for she called de la Platierre to lie on his back, she mounted him and then called to de la Motte offering him her arsehole to bugger, and calling the Franciscan she made him stand in front of her while she licked and sucked his prick.
After this sweet enjoyment, at which I had shed my love juice times without number, we all retired to our rooms for much needed rest.
End of Part I
Part II
I leave you to imagine what must hare been my feelings after witnessing the scenes before described, being very young and possessing strong sexual passions.
Reaching my room, I threw myself on the bed and fell asleep. I cannot say how many stiff pricks I saw in my dreams, they were of all sizes and shapes and they made such an impression upon me that I awoke with a start, burning with sexual desire and involuntarily began to rub and press and finger my itching cunt, until a beneficent discharge brought relief.
Then getting up, I partook of some light refreshments and went to the park again. It was about six o'clock. I saw the society approaching and went to meet them; the ladies smiled pleasantly and the gentlemen passed some complimentary remarks.
I asked my cousin to tell the professor that I wished to speak to him and he hastened to my side. We entered one of the stalls and he asked me kindly what he could do for me. I asked him as a favor to let Dom Delabrise come over on the following Wednesday.
With all my heart, my dear girl, he replied, your wish will be granted, who on earth could refuse anything to such a charming girl, you have the privilege of seeing him as often as you wish, but for the sake of appearance you must be cautious, however, you won't have to reproach me on that score.
And will you promise me something in return? That you will meet me in some quiet corner and I will come expressly to see you, try and have the key to the pavilion and I will write and let you know on what day I can be at your service, now be sure and don't disappoint me.
He embraced me again and then hearing the bell calling to supper we went in. All our guests had departed save Dom de la Platierre.
We remained at table much longer than usual in order to amuse the Abbess but as the conversation ran along very dull subjects, everybody was glad to retire when the sign was given.
On finding ourselves alone in our room, my cousin asked me if I had seen everything that had taken place.
I told her that I did not, for I had left about the time that Dom Bigot had finished. Then you missed the best part of it, she said.
What in the name of God could you have done any more? I asked.
She described other parts of the ceremony of taking the vows of chastity with which I was about to become acquainted at my own initiation and which I will describe then.
Until the arrival of my lover, I passed most of the time in the company of the ladies who now gave me their full confidence. At last the long looked for day arrived.
Dom Delabrise came straight to my room, very little time was lost in cooing and loving, he upset me and had my skirts up in less time than it takes to describe it. He pushed his noble prick with one shove up to the hilt and fucked me beautifully twice in succession.
The night passed in a way you may imagine and we did not leave the bed until late the next day.
At about three o'clock in the afternoon we repaired to the garden, I having possessed myself of a key.
The day being very warm, we made our way to the fountain, which seemed so cool and nice that we soon divested ourselves of our clothing and proceeded to take a bath. After the bath we concluded that an offering to the god of love would be just the thing.
I had told him of the various postures that the ladies had assumed at the reception given to Suzanne and we tried a few, for instance, I made him fuck me dog fashion, which I enjoyed very much as it seemed to me that his prick was penetrating me further than ever before; then we tried a St. George and finally the wheelbarrow act was given a trial.
However, as pain follows pleasure we finally were forced to part. A messenger came to inform me that I was wanted in the parlor, so kissing my lover, I hurried off to see what was wanted of me. On reaching the parlor, a woman handed me a letter, I broke seal and read as follows:
Sweetheart:
I will meet you in the pavilion this evening at nine o'clock, try to bring Suzanne with you. The strange Bernardino is very much in love with her and cannot make up his mind to leave without seeing her once more. I know she will come when she knows who is there. Take care to conceal this from everybody else. In pleasant anticipation, I am,
Your humble servant.....
P--
I showed the letter to Suzanne and she seemed quite surprised, then recovering herself and she whispered:
Ah, Father Grignolet, just what I want. You shall fuck me to your heart's content. He has such a fearful big tool, I was already longing to have it shoved into me at the reception.
We agreed to meet then at the appointed place. I then took my cousin into the secret, as I kept nothing from her.
After throwing on a few light wraps we went to the place. Hearing a rap, I motioned to Suzanne to conceal herself, just to make the other gentleman a little anxious, then f went and opened the door. They entered eagerly and Dom Grignolet casting an eager glance, around the room and not seeing Suzanne, asked with every sign of disappointment:
Where is she?
She could not come. I answered, but Suzanne burst out laughing and was soon discovered.
So this is the way you two tease people! he cried, as he gave her a warm hug.
It was a lovely night so we went and sat down on the edge of the meadow, I soon held the royal baton in my hand but I raised some objection to submitting to the principal object of our meeting, so he proceeded to calm my fears by kissing me and assuring me that it was not so monstrous after all.
See, said he, I will go nice and easy and it will not hurt you a bit.
With a few words of encouragement from Suzanne, I let him have his way. He began by pushing lightly at the entrance, which invisibly opened, letting it slip in clear to the hilt, then making no further effort to control himself, he gave himself up to the fullest enjoyment of a passionate fucking, his movements becoming faster and faster, were nearly equaled by my own and the supreme crisis came to us at nearly the same moment.
See, he said, as he treated my cunt to another vigorous lunge, I got through in great shape and she also, little one that you know how to wriggle your arse to get there. Ah, that's the way. Squeeze tight. Oh, that's nice. I'm stuck on that juicy cunt of yours.
Grignolet and his companion was not so quick as we were, and they were making desperate efforts to catch up.
Look, I said to the professor, see the full moon bobbing up and down, referring, of course to the big white arse of Grignolet, which trembled with suppressed emotion, so to speak.
Catching sight of an apple lying in the grass I made a dive for it, and taking straight aim, I hit the bull's eye between the two fat cheeks of Grignolet's arse. This made us laugh but he, without stopping or losing a stroke, cried: Stop your nonsense.
After a few more strokes they came to a finish. Hours are but minutes when one is making love of this sort, and midnight was upon us before we knew it. So we proposed to the two gentlemen to make use of the two beds that were in the pavilion and that we would keep them company until morning.
They readily agreed to this and the night being warm, we stripped and as the professor showed inclinations to take another turn, I took a kneeling position on the bed and he understanding what was wanted, mounted me and drove his long prick into my hungry cunt from behind. I felt it pushing against my womb and this was decidedly the best fuck yet, though it tired me, and as soon as we both had spent, we fell asleep with the agreement of repeating the same performance in the morning.
The sun was already high when we awoke and the first thing that we did was to make an all around examination of our genitals, which naturally fired us to a repetition of our last night's deeds, and while the professor was engaged in doing it to me in the same fashion as the night before, Grignolet entered the room and said:
Ah, my brother, you seem to be very well served by this young girl.
Yes, indeed, and how is it with your partner?
Fine, very fine, it could not be better. They say that enjoyment kills desire but with me it seems to be born over again right away. I have no doubt that you are in accord with me, for your sweetheart is also most charming and now that I think of it, I must make her pay for that prank of throwing the apple at my arsehole. I am sure I have another charge left, and as the professor just then ejected his seed all over my buttocks and withdrew, he quickly took his place and treated me to a vigorous fucking, which I enjoyed to the utmost.
But I called to the professor and Suzanne to come to my assistance and slap this impudent arse while he was fucking me, which they did, thereby increasing the force of his strokes, which formed a delightful diversion for the onlookers. This ended, we sent our friends away well satisfied.
The following Monday the Society gave another reception. I remained in my room and put Dom Delabrise through his paces. A few days later the young Franciscan kept his word with Agatha. His return was the signal for launching into some new and varied amusements. She kept him in her own room during the first day of his arrival, in order that her companions might not see him and also that she might carry out the scheme that she had planned for just such an occasion.
The next day she sought me and said:
Listen, Angelica, you must help me to disguise my young Franciscan, the one who gave you a letter for me about a month ago. You remember? He is in my room now and I want to pass him off for my niece and I will bet anything the ladies will not know the difference. Oh, what a lot of fun we will have.
He is just light and nice enough to pass for a cute young miss or eighteen or twenty. Your clothes will just about fit him and everything will pass off all right, if you will only promise to hold your tongue.
Don't worry about me, I will play my part all right. I think my cousin is not there now so I will run down to my room and bring up the dresses, just wait a moment for me.
I soon returned, loaded down with petticoats, waists, skirts and chemises, drawers; everything, even shoes and stockings. The young Franciscan was there and hurried to relieve me of my burden, thanking me at the same time most graciously.
I know I shall do something that will betray me, he said.
Do exactly as we tell you, said Agatha, and there will be no chance for it; your voice is soft and sweet and there is not a sign of hair on your face, so I do not see why. . . . I won't be able to keep from laughing and admiring at the same time.
I pretended to leave but Agatha told me to come back as she would have need of my assistance, so I left the room, noiselessly retraced my steps, stopping down in front of the door, and listening to what was going on between the two.
First I heard the voice of Agatha saying: Take off everything, why don't you? What! My shirt, too? Why certainly, here is one for you to put on. Oh, the poor dear, how odd he looks, it is just too comical, oh, my-oh, my-!
What do you mean, me or John Thomas? If you mean the latter all I have to say is, he is quiet now but it will not do to arouse him. I will not answer for anything he does then, for he has a head of his own.
Never mind that, I have had my fill. Well, how awkward you are, here, not that way- there, that is better-hold on-straighten the skirt a little, now the sleeve, so. Your breast is too flat, we will have to puff it out that way. Now for the hair, I wish Angelica were here to help me.
So her name is Angelica. She seemed to be a very nice, sociable young lady.
You seem to take to her.
Your kind favors are quite enough for me as long as you condescend to bestow them upon me, there is small chance of my looking elsewhere for them. Does she intend to become a nun?
Yes, and that before very long, too. Well, the devil take the bonnet, I cannot manage it. Ah, there you are, Angelica, just in time, I cannot manage this young lady's hair, a little more and I would be tempted to swear.
My clothes fit him to perfection, give me that switch. Ah, there, that is it. Just too sweet for anything. How pretty you look, to be sure.
Hold on a minute.
What is the matter? Have you the colic?
No, but I have the cramps.
Oh, I see, you are not used to having such a pretty maid to dress you, it seems to upset you somewhat.
Well, Agatha, you had better treat him for the cramps. I will be back presently. And with that I went out, running in again in about half an hour.
Well, how is our young miss feeling now? From the condition of your clothing, you two must have been working with might and main to effect a cure for the cramps. Assisting them again to put themselves into a presentable shape.
A quarter of an hour afterwards the Prioress entered with my cousin. Our strange young lady returned their salutations with the best of grace.
Tell her to be seated, said the Prioress, addressing Agatha, your niece seems to have caught a cold, how or when did she come? You have not told me that you expected her. A question like this would have embarrassed an ordinary person, but not one with such ready wit as Agatha, and the Franciscan supported her nicely in everything she said.
I did not expect the dear, said Agatha, she was in deep trouble and I being her nearest relative, she came here for consolation and I am delighted that she did, even if she dropped in on me so suddenly and unannounced she got here this morning.
While Agatha was thus pulling the wool over the eyes of her companions, the Franciscan-cast down his eyes and assumed an air of deep distress and even went so far as to shed a few crocodile tears.
I had to turn my head to keep from laughing outright while the Prioress consoled to the best of her ability, putting a multitude of questions to him all of which he answered in a way that would be creditable to the most accomplished liar.
Do not grieve so, sweetheart, I know your mother will be very anxious about your sudden departure but she will feel better when she hears that you have come to this place. Tell me without concealing anything, what caused your sudden flight. I am a friend and adviser of your aunt, and will be the same to you, if you will let me. All I can do shall be done to make life pleasant for you, while you remain here, so unburden yourself with the fullest confidence.
Just because a young officer called on me several times, my mother imagined. . . .
Ah, your mother imagined that all was not right between you two?
Yes, and she forbid him to enter the house.
And that grieved you sorely?
Words cannot express my emotion, I cannot give you any idea of the extent of my suffering.
But your mother did not raise any objection until you had done something to rouse her suspicion, perhaps he acted somewhat familiarly without meaning any harm. You know mothers are very jealous of the virtue of their daughters, so perhaps she was justified in acting as she did.
Yes, it is true, she caught him as he was about to kiss my hand after he had whispered a lot of sweet words in my ears.
Yes, yes, my suspicions were true, and when he was gone, she scolded you, I suppose.
Yes, a great deal; from that time on my life was made a burden to me. It nearly drove me insane when I could no longer see him, his absence was insupportable. He was ever uppermost in my mind, his many acts of kindness, his pleasant and entertaining little stories. . . .
And I suppose you devised a way of seeing him secretly?
Yes, that is true, although my mother was very strict, she was not however so blind to her own pleasures that she did not leave me alone occasionally; times which I took occasion of to smuggle him into the house. I took one of the maids into the secret and was thus able to carry on our meetings for quite a while without being discovered.
One day we were thinking her at devotions, when she came upon us, I concealed him as best I could but there was always gossipers about and the report soon spread that he was seen to issue from our garden at eight o'clock in the morning.
I suppose that it was in your bedroom that you used to hide him from prying eyes?
How queer you are! interposed my cousin, asking such strange questions, it does not concern us where she hid him, just let her tell us what her mother said.
She paid me a visit while I was still in bed and pounced upon me like a tigress. I thought she was going to tear my limbs from my body. She threatened me with placing me in a neighboring convent of which it was known that the inmates were treated in a very severe manner.
I got up and dressed myself, I took only the clothes that I have on my back, I made my way to the hut of one of our tenants which was not very distant. I remained there for the rest of the day and then made my way here to my aunt. So that is why I am here, enjoying the good fortune of your acquaintance and hospitality.
I now had to leave the room in order to relieve my pent up mirth, which done, I returned to help along the comedy.
You must take your niece to pay her respects to the Abbess, the Prioress advised Agatha.
Not yet, I want first to write to my sister and I think it best to wait till I receive her answer.
Well, as you think best; we must take her, however, to see the house and the garden after dinner, and make the acquaintance of our friends. And you, my dear child, she added, turning to the Franciscan, be at you; ease and everything will come out all right.
My cousin heartily approved, only adding that she would be pleased to have me act as companion to the newcomer, then bidding us adieu, they retired.
No sooner were their backs turned than we had to burst into a violent fit of laughter. Agatha congratulated the Franciscan on the excellence of his acting and the better to show her appreciation, she gave him several impulsive hugs. I felt like doing likewise but he saved me the trouble and gave me a few hearty kisses, which I most graciously accepted. Then we went to dinner, bidding him come along and make himself at home.
As there were no other visitors at the Abbey this afternoon, all the ladies came to visit us, as much out of curiosity to see the niece, so called of Agatha, as to pass the time away.
The Franciscan had to answer a thousand questions, which he did in such a clever manner that none suspected his sex. The reader will wonder at this, so would I, had I not been present to see it.
After vespers we went for a stroll in the park and bye and bye we found ourselves in the pavilion. The Franciscan was greatly pleased with it. Then all proceeded to go in bathing, a proposition which greatly embarrassed the Franciscan but he got out of it by pleading sickness, saying he feared taking more cold.
Let them bathe without you, said the Prioress, come over here and sit by my side to keep me company.
We retained our chemises in order to not scandalize the pretended young miss and I noticed that in disrobing his gaze was principally fixed on Suzanne and myself. I was giving full play to the round globes of my posterior so that he could observe them at his ease and out of pure vanity, on entering the water, I raised my linen so that he could see that what I had concealed there was not to be sneezed at either.
The others who entered the water showed nearly as much as I did. He was evidently not used to such sights for they soon had their effect on his masculine nature.
Agatha perceived this and whispered in my ear: We shall at least have put drawers on him. I am sure he cannot help betraying himself, and sure enough the Prioress, seeing how uneasy he acted, asked him if he still felt indisposed and turning, he answered: No, but the one thin skirt was ill suited to hide the cause of his uneasiness and the Prioress accidentally putting her hand down, felt something thick and rigid.
Ah, what is this, she exclaimed. I believe if I am not mistaken, that . . . here and see what a comical young lady we have here.
He made a comical effort to rise but she held him fast. Oh, oh, girls, come here and see what a comical young lady we have here.
Three of them ran to see, their wet chemises drawn tight about their rumps. Agatha and I remained where we were, writhing in veritable spasms of mirth.
Well, if this is not a nice how do you do, no wonder they were so careful of him.
My cousin came and asked me who he was and went back to tell the others.
Ah, ah, my gay rooster. That is how you disguise yourself, so to pursue our young pullets, we will have to cut your "Corpus Delicit."
Pardon him, said Rosa, I pray thee, it would be too bad to deprive him of his cordon.
Let me catch my breath, ladies, and I will perform any penance you may impose on me.
Well, really, said Suzanne, did you have to perform such very disagreeable ones during your apprenticeship, whenever you made some slight infractions on your saintly obligations?
I object to further questioning, I saw him first, so he belongs to me, said Agatha.
You have no longer any claim on him, cried my cousin, you ought to be satisfied with the slick game you put up on us, and take it in your turn, the same as the rest of us.
For your sake, ladies, I wish that he was supplied with half a dozen good stiff ones, was the comment I had to make.
See, see you were in the plot, too, my pretty miss, and I have a mind to make you pay for it all. The more I think of it, the more it surprises me, and still, who wouldn't be deceived by that sweet countenance, those childish airs and those large, innocent blue eyes, and to better deceive us he made up a well constructed story of a supposed love affair, told with such an air of remorse and shame, I will never wonder at anything again.
Embrace me, my friend; oh, what a white skin he has and this that I hold in my hand is no trifle, either, believe me, Agatha, I see here a choice morsel for you which I know you will certainly appreciate.
Take some of it yourself while you are dressing, just to satisfy yourself of what he can do in that line.
That is all very well, said Suzanne, but are you not afraid that it will tax his strength too much, he does not look rugged, so you ought to be as sparing with him as possible.
True, but the young should work, it does them good. See, what the motion of his hind quarters, isn't it just splendid. Why, both of them are dying with rapture, you.
Yes, but not in the same condition in which you took him. It will be some time before I furnish another bird for that bush of yours, seeing how you have treated this one.
Just then Rose called: I hear some noise in the pavilion, see, there is Dom Bigot, the Vicar and Dom de la Platierre.
Angelica, hurry quick into the shade of the elms with our young friend here and when you have rearranged his clothes come back here again, both of you. . . . Good evening, gentlemen, you are welcome, have you just arrived?
I should say not, we have been rapping on all the doors for the past hour without a response. We began to believe you were not here. And how are you Suzanne, you have just bathed, I presume.
Yes, their skins look fresh and rosy.
Pray be on your good behavior, for we have with us a young lady who would be greatly shocked at the least show of impropriety.
Who is she?
She is Agatha's niece, see here she comes with Angelica.
She is a beauty, no doubt about it, I would rather have her tumble into my bed than many other things that I can mention.
You talk as if everything was made for your especial benefit. You rascal, you cannot see a girl but what you want to get between her legs then and there.
The two monks greeted the Franciscan most cordially and made desperate attempts at gallantry, mistaking him all the while for a pretty young maid yet in her teens, and he acted the part to perfection.
The monks and most of the ladies finally departed, the Prioress and Agatha remaining behind for a moment to bid me take good care of him, and to have him sleep in my cousin's room. My cousin being aware of this arrangement slept elsewhere in order, as she said, not to discommode me and spoil our fun.
She also thoughtfully asked Agnes to bring our supper. I then returned to my young man, who said, as he greeted me with a kiss:
I am to sleep with you.
Oh, no, I said, you are to sleep in my cousin's room. I will have some clean linen put on her bed so that you may sleep comfortably.
Oh, then, I am to sleep without you?
After all that you have been through today, and what the other ladies have accorded you, I do not wish to be too exacting. I can wait for some other time, you must be in need of a good rest.
I am not so tired but that I can fire a few more shots, you do not know the prowess of a votary of St. Francis.
Well, I do not think you have any strength left, for you had to meet a woman today who well knows how to take the starch out of a thing like that, but if you insist, you rogue, let me see if there is any life in it.
Yes, if you let me see that little cunt of yours, I had only a glimpse of it today as you were entering the water. My, but this is a dandy one.
That will do, some one is coming. Oh, it is Sister Agnes.
Here, I have brought you some supper, ah. What a pretty companion you have Angelica, and if I am not mistaken she is concealing something about her person that is against the rules to enter here.
Ah, I see my cousin has let you into the secret, now tell me, wouldn't you wish to have a niece like that?
You certainly have made a nice catch, but I do not envy you your good fortune. I wish you every enjoyment. Here, this is to restore your failing energies, so excuse me. I must be off, goodbye.
That sister is a nice girl, to be sure.
Sit over there and let us begin our supper.
No, let us sit close together but first let me take off this kerchief, you will be more comfortable and let me uncover those beautiful titties, tell me all about them. Oh, how I long to kiss the dear little treasures.
I made him eat a great deal of celery roots, cooked in the broth of tender spring chickens and many other delicacies.
After supper we took a stroll in the park to aid digestion. During our walk he kept up his foolishness and I did not have the heart to enter any objection. We saw the two monks and some of the sisters approaching, so we turned and went inside. We sat up a little while and then went to bed. I pretended that I did not want to sleep with him and said:
Listen, I am as fond of this pleasure as you are, but I know that men tire themselves sooner than we do, so do not tease me, I will give you all you want in the morning.
Well, I am here, now, so let us talk, laugh and enjoy ourselves. Since I came stark naked into this world, I have been blessed with a goodly share of personal charms.
Yes, your skin is white and very soft for a boy.
Perhaps it is because I am so young yet and like yourself, the only hair I have is on the top of my head or below on my belly, or maybe like a cat's a little round the tail, but as to tails, I have one of the nicest that you ever laid eyes on.
Yes, but I do not want to see anything so nice. Hug me again and you can feel and play with what you think will amuse you the most. I won't object but let me sleep now and I will promise you all you want tomorrow morning.
So we fell asleep and did not awake until ten o'clock the next morning. He was refreshed and was giving me a proof of it, when my cousin, the Prioress and Agatha came in.
Good morning, children, just look at that young rogue, say, doesn't he seem to enjoy himself.
You ought to be grateful to us for getting you this lovely maid.
I appreciate my happiness and your kindness as also that of the other ladies here, which calls for the most sincere gratitude and my satisfaction can but change to deep sorrow when a cruel fate compels me to part from so charming a place and from such friends.
You are a good young man and we thank you, but listen, pet, remember it is because you are in holy orders and your companionship is agreeable, that he have accorded you this little diversion, but no indiscretions, you understand.
Your words do not please me, I am young, that is true but I know when to hold my tongue. And besides I am an interested party and I think you are right in not denying yourself the pleasures so dear to all the world, so have no fear of what I may say or do.
We can well say that such and such has smothered all those desires that nature has given him, I have my own opinions about the matter and I am not simpleton enough to follow their lead. If I had embraced this calling, I have done what many others have done before me. One must hitch on to something or other, if he doesn't know how to make the most of it, that is his fault, therefore, ladies, I hope to be able to give you now and then a proof of my gratitude.
You have spoken so nicely that I am tempted to embrace you myself, you must come and see us often, you will always be welcome. Now, don't you think it is time to get up?
I expect the reader to form anything but a good opinion of me for being unfaithful to Dom Delabrise so soon. And scanning over my conduct I must admit there is sufficient grounds for it. But I plead my youth for an excuse; I saw Dom Delabrise but once a week, so my passions fanned by example got the best of me.
That does not mean that the sentiments he had inspired in me have grown the least colder. If chance had thrown other lovers in my way, he remained always the most dearly beloved as the continuation of this story will prove:
The young Franciscan stayed four days longer and performed his penance to our entire satisfaction, promising before he left, to return as soon as possible to what he termed an enchanting island. The ladies spoke frequently of him but other objects came to claim their attention, so they gradually began to forget him.
The following day I received a letter from my true love, which ran as follows: Dearest Angelica:
We must depart tomorrow to our orders, and I cannot have the supreme pleasure of seeing you this week. It is useless to describe the pain it gives me to leave thus without seeing you, for you well know what the state of my feelings must be.
One thing consoles me, however, I will only be absent for seven or eight days at the most and then I will repay myself for what I have missed this while.
The Prior promised us a vacation of three days and you can imagine with whom I will spend them, but there is a string tied to it. Although every one is to have a vacation, we will not all have it at the same time, we ate to take it by twos and one of my friends named Vernier has asked leave to accompany me and I didn't have the heart to refuse him.
It is the same Vernier that you met last year, Rose knows him well. He, and he only, knows what has been going on at the convent, the rest know absolutely nothing about it and the Prior not having granted them permission to visit it. His coming need not worry us in the least, he can amuse himself to his heart's content, as for us, we can take care of that little matter to the king's taste.
So until we meet again, take good care of your health and I will husband my forces so that when we meet, our mutual pleasure shall be greater than ever.
Goodbye, my queen, a thousand kisses for you.
Your ever faithful and sincere friend,
DOM DELABRISE.
I was glad to hear from him but I thought it most untimely and was therefore somewhat vexed, somehow I felt that he could never be the same to me. To draw my mind from these thoughts, I went in search of Suzanne, whom I found alone.
This was a surprise to her as she believed I was yet with my new lover; I stated the object of my visit and she asked me to take a seat and help her with some embroidery she was engaged upon, so we could talk at our leisure.
Well, Suzanne, what is your opinion of that young Franciscan?
He is perfectly charming, we passed two hours together and I was delighted.
He is the innocent cause of much sorrow for me tonight.
And how so?
I dreamt of Dom Delabrise the other night and he reproached me most bitterly for bestowing my affections upon another, and the truth is, I have come to blame myself for my conduct.
Never mind what I tell you, you ought to hold Dom Delabrise dearer than any other man in the whole world but that does not mean that he could have a monopoly.
Take me and Dom Bigot, for instance, I love him dearly but I do not pass my pleasure on account of him, no, whenever the opportunity presents itself of getting some extra fucks I take it, as I am sure he does, too, with other women. Liberty is a beautiful thing in itself and besides, variety is the spice of life. There are pleasures that I derive from Dom Bigot that I never would from another, because I really love him.
Bye and bye you will experience the same feeling with Dom Delabrise, but that should not prevent us from taking another prick into our cunts once in a while. If it does not give entire satisfaction, it always, at least for the time the heat of our burning slits. Besides, situated as we are, we could hardly do otherwise. It would not be policy for us to give ourselves up entirely to one man and run the risk of jealousy. When you swear fidelity, you put shackles on your conduce.
Your advice is most sensible and has quieted my scruples with regard to Dom Delabrise, but he shall always have the warmest place in my heart just the same.
And I suppose you are not so awfully sorry that he has not come today after all.
Don't let us speak about it any longer, I feel as if I were going to. . . .
Tut-tut-it is always best to talk about what we love most, but when we have finished this string, we will quit and do what we can to console each other.
She then came over and sat near me, and throwing her arms around me, she gave me an impetuous hug, then taking my face between her hands she kissed me several times, then drawing my hand over her shoulders she began to work her nimble fingers through my waist until they reached my titties, an operation that sent a thrill of pleasure through my whole body.
She lingered, fondling first one nipple and then the other. I could feel her knees shaking from excitement, as she tried to force her hand down on my belly, but a tight waistband prevented her from going that far, suddenly as if beside herself with desire, she pulled me down till I lay almost across her lap and before I knew what she wanted, I felt her hand beneath my skirts and another spasm of delight overcame me.
Her magnetic fingers were soon playing up and down, to and fro around my secret parts, now and then finding their way along the crack that divided my arse.
I became weak from sheer pleasure and rolled off her lap onto the floor, she falling on top of me; my skirts were clear up to my waist and the sight of my limbs seemed to excite her still more, if such a thing was possible.
She almost sank her teeth into the flesh of my legs and body. I rolled over on my stomach to avoid her bites, and she dove her face between the cheeks of my arse and I could feel her tongue forcing its way into my enchanted little arsehole.
I had caught the fever from her and was now subjecting her person to the same treatment.
We had wriggled into the position that knowing ones well call "69"-that is, our heads were buried between each other's thighs and we were licking and sucking each other's cunts so that soon the supreme spasm of spending overcame us.
I felt it flowing from me at the moment when Suzanne's slit squirted a shower of whitish liquid all over my face. The reaction now came, our muscles relaxed, our heads dropped and we held each other for a while in a limp embrace.
Then I made my cousin acquainted with the contents of the letter from Dom Delabrise, she did not seem to be much put out about the fact of Vernier coming. She on the contrary seemed highly pleased.
One day while rummaging in her bureau, I came across a small article of a peculiar shape, covered with fine hair, the same as that which ornamented my dildoe.
Say Cousin what is this?
What is what, my dear?
This, what is it used for?
Oh that is what men use when they have connection with women, to guard against children.
How is it that our friends never make use of them?
I'll tell you why. They do use them but only when they have had no fucking for some time and they fear that they cannot control themselves at the moment of spending and to prevent any serious consequences, they put on these preservatives.
Has it ever been used in you?
Yes, but I don't mind.
I will put it into my pocket, to satisfy my curiosity.
It serves also another purpose, you know there are women called whores, who sell their charms to the first comer. Well, the most prudent of these make use of it to guard against contagion of some sexual disease which men are sometimes afflicted with.
As I see, the one wears it to prevent getting knocked-up and the other to ward off disease.
Precisely!!
Until the arrival of Dom Delabrise I did the best I knew how under the circumstances. Rose, Suzanne and myself were strolling in the park when he and his friend arrived at the convent. They immediately came out in search of us not even taking off their travelling boats.
The preliminary civilities were hardly over, when Suzanne under some pretext hurried off in spite of our entreaties to make her stay. Rose took charge of Vernier.
Well, Blondy, it is a rare treat to see you! she said, addressing him in the most familiar way. Don't be such a stranger after this, you must accompany your friend every time he comes.
We paid very little attention to their love making and cooing, we were too busy with our own, but when they entered one of the rooms in the pavilion, I called my lover's attention to it.
He immediately expressed a desire to do likewise, so we lost no time in getting inside. As we entered we heard the other two talking and according to what we heard, they were just then busily engaged in inspecting each other's secret charms. Rose was saying:
I like your prick, because your hair and mine are of the same color, see there is no difference between them.
We did not take time to amuse ourselves in the same manner. Dom Delabrise was in too much of a hurry. I had his long, stiff dart in my hands and my burning cunt was consumed with a desire to sheath it.
He made me kneel down on the bed and at once shoved his prick from behind into my hot cunt, he worked slowly and succeeded in making me come three times before he pulled out to squirt his spunk all over my arse.
I was delighted with this new way of fucking, for I felt his dear prick go in much further than before and I made up my mind that in the future I would practice this mode oftener and I told my lover so, who informed me that there were many more ways of making love, which in time he would teach me.
It being near supper time, there was just time enough for the two monks to put themselves into a respectable state to go and make their bow to the Lady Superior.
After supper I brought forth the little object of-which I have spoken, wishing to try it and satisfy my curiosity, it did not take me long, to make up my mind that it was of little value. I felt no agreeable sensations of it working in and out..
I managed to have Dom Delabrise with me that night and made him fuck me six times before he went to sleep. I awoke first in the morning, ready for more deeds of love and I therefore lost no time in uncovering my lover and inspecting his sweet prick, I began to finger it and had the satisfaction of getting it into working condition, when my lover awoke; turned and offered him my altar from behind, he understood and gave me another dose, dog fashion as he called it.
Just then my lover's chum entered and seeing how we were employed, wanted to retire, but my lover as well as myself, as if calling from one mouth, called to him to stay.
Don't be bashful, said Don Delabrise. You will enjoy this picture, Angelica dear, frig his prick while I keep on fucking you and then you may have him in your cunt after I am done.
i nothing loath, pulled the prick of Vernier out of his trousers. I found it already stiff and the sight excited me to the highest pitch of lasciviousness. I felt myself coming but instead of causing my excitement to abate, the lewd proceedings kept me in fighting trim and Delabrise shooting his spunk all over my arms, made room for his friend, who entered me in the same position and managed to make me come twice before he let his roe fly. I in the meantime fingering my lover's prick and stiffening it up again.
I treated him to a furious frigging which caused him to spend all over my hand and face, then we got up, satisfied for the time and went to recover myself with a rich breakfast.
My cousin received company in the parlor that day and I had therefore the room all to myself and was enabled to make my lover's stay a continued round of pleasure.
I had Suzanne in with me and Vernier was also of the party, and between myself and Suzanne, we succeeded in keeping the two monks in continuous excitement. We made them perform wonders of fucking and when they had finally to leave us, they did so with the knowledge that they had spent a delightful vacation, even though we had completely drained them.
The following Thursday Don Delabrise returned and it was, as far as I was concerned, the worse possible time he could have chosen for I was very much indisposed, as my monthly period had just some around.
I informed him of the matter, which ill fitted to the special purpose he had come for. He was very much put out by this mischance. No sooner were we in our bedroom than he renewed his lamentations. I tried to reason with him but it was of no avail, he went even so far as to try to take the fortress by storm and did not desist until I had promised to do my best to quench his passions in some other way.
Ah, my poor man, how you must suffer, let me put my hand into your trousers and see what is the matter-hm-but it is hard. I think I know a cure for it though. Lie on the bed, that's it, you know that I do not mean to be unkind. There how do you like this? Does my tongue tickle it nicely, and now I will take it into my mouth and suck it like a baby sucks the mother's breast. Tell me pet, does it make you feel good?
Yes, yes, darling keep on, don't stop, dear. You were always kind to me, I love you more than ever, you sweet little sucker -keep on-keep on-let me move it in your sweet mouth-ah! that is nice-a little more-oh! oh! oh! I am c-o-m-i-ng.
I swallowed the cream and found it delicious. Then I made him button up. As I expected my cousin to enter any moment.
We had supper and then I proposed to share my bed with him. He was still thanking me for the pleasure I had given him, when my cousin entered and I told her in whispers about my indisposition and that he would like to have her in my stead, but didn't dare to ask her.
Willingly. Did he think I would refuse? I would indeed be hard to please if I did not accept an offer like this.
She ate supper with a particular relish that evening. I left them to themselves, finally they stripped and went to bed. I bid them good night and wished them all kinds of pleasure as I felt tired, I went to bed.
I prepared breakfast and served it to them while yet in bed, during the afternoon we found ourselves entirely alone. I suggested that Don Delabrise should tell us how old he was and under what circumstances he had had his first connection with a woman.
I was seventeen and had already entered our order, when I gave up my maidenhead to a girl of fourteen and she made me a present of hers, and it happened in this way:
The young girl was my cousin, she was left an orphan while still very young. My mother took and raised her with us. I left home at the age of twelve to enter the order of White Monks, while there, I learned many things from my young companions and among other things was a knowledge of the relation of the sexes, so that in case a girl fell into my power, I could fuck her without further instructions, even with as much skill as Brother Luce performed on Sister Agnes.
After being formally enrolled they permitted me to pay a visit to my home. My brother was away studying and my sister was married, so I found nobody at home but my parents and my cousin.
I hardly knew her, so much had she changed, but it was a change decidedly to her advantage. I noticed from the fullness of her bust that she was no longer a child and I resolved then and there that I would deflower her.
My mother furnished me the chance I was looking for by giving me a bed room which opened into the one occupied by my young cousin. I did not dare pay her a visit the first night. I wished to feel my way first and see how she would take my advances. She had given me a friendly embrace on my arrival, but that was not enough to encourage me to take any more serious liberties with her.
In the morning I rose before she did; it was already broad daylight, I softly opened the door and peeped in, she was still asleep but her bust was entirely bare.
I tiptoed nearer to see if I could catch a glimpse of her sweet grotto of love and succeeded in seeing the whole of her fine little cunt as she just then made a movement, giving me a full exhibition of the works I was determined to penetrate before night had passed.
I tumbled back into bed again and jerked myself off. Chance brought us together a short while before dinner and I took occasion to compliment her upon her appearance and she returned the compliment.
But I have not got such pretty things as you have on your breast.
There is nothing strange about that, you would have it if you were a girl.
Then I wish I were on. I have never seen anything nicer.
Hush, aunt is coming, she will scold us, besides, you who are ordained, should not talk like this.
There is nothing in my vows that pre-Tents me admiring anything beautiful especially for the gratification of his chosen servants, like myself, and there is nothing sinful for me to admire his creations in any form in which I may find them.
Oh my God! If my aunt heard you. She who has thanked the Lord for having a saint in the family.
We were still talking when a servant entered, she immediately changed the subject of our conversation and a stray smile that I observed, gave me an idea that I would be successful. Girls mature early, you know that Angelica, and they could give us men pointers on such matters.
The men have always those opinions of us and they are the very ones to start and awaken our early maturity. I suppose you found occasion to have another little private talk with her.
Yes, that very afternoon about four o'clock we went together to visit some relatives of ours living a little distance out of the city. We did not stay very long and returning, took our way thru the woods skirting the banks of the river.
As a boy, I had known there, a hidden place and I intended to take my cousin there to continue the conversation we had had in the morning. I found the place and saying that it was too early yet to return home, I prepared to sit down in this secluded spot and have a chat.
She blushed and trembled but without hesitation, she agreed. We sat down and coming close up to her, I put my arm about her waist and started to unbutton her dress, saying:
Cousin dear, do you know what we are talking about this morning, you know it is no sin to admire the work of God, so let me see your titties; instead of sinning, you will be doing a very commendable thing by allowing one of his servants to admire the beauties given you by him.
Oh cousin dear, do not deceive me, it is surely not wrong to expose myself thus?
Oh, you innocent, if you feel pleasure in showing me that which no one else has yet seen, it must be a good work, you are performing, for otherwise God would prevent you from feeling pleasure.
Yes, I think you are right. It gives me pleasure, especially when you are handling them as you are doing now. I have a feeling creeping over me, the like of which I have never felt before.
Do you like that feeling? I asked her, while I pressed hot kisses on her titties and taking the nipples between my lips I began to tickle them with the tip of my tongue.
I produced the effect I intended, her hand stole down and pressed the point above the junction of her thighs.
Cousin dear, said I, if you feel pleasure where your hand is now, I must see that place too, you will do me a great favor and by doing me this favor, you will be doing something very laudable, and with this, I put my hand beneath her skirts and began to feel for her little cunt, which was quivering with excitement under my lewd touches, she let me do as I liked and pushing up feasted my eyes on her treasures.
My hands wandered all over her mound, which was just beginning to show a little fine fleece. I pushed my finger between the half open lips but soon her hymen hindered my getting deeper into her and to make her still more willing. I knelt down in front of her and began to kiss and suck her clitoris; her naturally lascivious temper now began to assert itself, her arse began to move under my proceedings, sighs of pleasure escaped her, she was ready to receive the final lesson in venery and getting up, I released my now impatient prick, which longed to make the acquaintance of the fine little temple of love, which I continued to finger.
Look here, cousin, you may as well admire my hidden beauties and caress them too, if you wish, and with this, I felt her little hand already feeling my delighted prick; I showed her how to pull the skin back and expose the purple head, which evidently pleased her very much.
What do you call this, she asked.
This is my prick and what I am feeling, is called a cunt; and these two parts are made for each other and there is no greater pleasure in this world for man and woman, then putting the prick into the cunt, and this action is called fucking, and if you will let me, I will fuck you for our mutual pleasure.
But cousin is that not sinful? But no, it cannot be, for I know that it would give me pleasure to feel this beautiful thing in here, in what you call my cunt.
Now it is no sin if you do it with me, at least, but if it should be I can absolve you, but as you have remarked, it can be no sin as those parts have been made for that purpose, only we must keep this a secret between us, as there are always people who are envious of being not able to obtain any heavenly enjoyments and twist things in such a manner as to make it appear that the most innocent pleasures are sins.
That is all right cousin, as long as you and I know we are doing nothing wrong, it is nobody else's business, and as I am sure that you only want to teach me laudable and commendable things, you may instruct me how to fuck. I am longing for that enlightenment, just tell me what to do and I am sure that I will prove an apt scholar.
No doubt, my dear, I will instruct you in this right off, but before proceeding I must tell you that you will experience at first intense pain, until your little cunt has been stretched sufficiently to accommodate my prick, but this will be immediately followed by the most exquisite pleasures, so if you are willing to bear those pains, say so, and I will offer my prick to celebrate the first fuck in your narrow slit.
Well, I am ready, so do not lose any more time, but fuck me.
Lay back-take off your drawers-good -now spread your legs as much as you can. I then topped her, put my prick to the exceedingly small opening and began a steady pressure, after quite a while I succeeded in lodging the head between the lips, the little one cried out with pain, but this instead of making me more tender, only increased my passion, and keeping up a steady pressure I was buried in her half way, then pulling back again I asked her to buck up against me, she did so, and putting my whole force to it, I pushed at the same time, and while she cried aloud I felt my prick breaking down all obstacles and sinking into her way up to the roots.
The long sustained excitement caused me to spend now and my spunk ran in a stream from me, oiling her splendidly and soothing the torn and lacerated parts of my young relative.
My prick never lost any of its stiffness and I remained lodged in the sweet cunt, motionless until my little girl came to again, when she pressed me with all her might, saying:
You have hurt me fearfully but it now begins to feel good.
Well shall I begin to move again?
Yes, but slowly at first-that is nice. Now a little faster-tell me what to do, shall I move up as before-yes, that is nice- faster now-faster-oh! this is the best ever, I thank you for having taught me this, ah I must cross my legs over your back, oh now, it is going in deeper. Ah I feel something flowing from me - do not - pull out - leave it-where it is.
She had spent for the first time but her desires were not satisfied yet for she treated my prick to a series of pressures, making me feel that I did not want to leave this enchanted place, so I took another turn out of her, then we got up and hurried home. On the way thither I told her that I intended to sleep with her the coming night and she was delighted with it.
So when I retired I went direct to her room and found my cousin already in bed, waiting for me and during that night and all the following ones of my stay, I gave her instructions in the art of fucking and she certainly proved an apt scholar. She was, and is today, one of the hottest pieces of cunt that I ever met with, excepting you, my dear Angelica, and this is the story of the loss of my maidenhead.
What became of your cousin?
She is today my sister in law and as I return every year for a few weeks at the old home, we repeat the lessons, and if I had to embrace the priesthood to please my mother for the purpose of leaving most of the estate to my older brother, I have taken the task upon myself to make the children for him and as I am a good deal better furnished than he is, my sister in law is delighted to help me all she can and out of four that she bore him, I can with right claim to be the father of three of them, among whom was the first born.
I fucked her the night before the wedding continuously from ten in the evening till six in the morning, she tried to outdo me and succeeded in stiffening my prick nine times before I would cry for quarter.
Before the ceremony I had to hear her confession in the sacristy and instead of doing this, I fingered her cunt and she my prick, till she had me stiff again, then kneeling down on the floor, she made me fuck her dogfashion twice, oh she is certainly a hot piece, for she asked me to get the chaplain to look after her ailings in my absence, and he being a friend of mine, is helping her out with his prick.
This story had made my cousin so hot that she asked Dom Delabrise if he could not quench the fire he had kindled. I took pity on Felicity, made her kneel where she was, uncovered her from behind and made Delabrise mount and give her a good poking.
The time had now come for Delabrise to leave and after taking me in his arms he expressed the hope of meeting me well the next time, and ready to receive embraces, then he left.
A few days after this I received word that I would be permitted to take the black veil and that in consideration therefore, I should employ the intervening time in visiting my people and in consequence my mother called at the convent to take me home.
My companions exacted a promise from me that I would write frequently and let them know how I was getting along. How I kept my promise may be seen from the following letters:
My dear Felicity:
I arrived Thursday at my parents' home; no one could have had a grander reception. One glance told me that many changes had taken place since I had left. I understand that the Bishop of .... is responsible for most of these changes and that he has furnished the funds to fit out the house in its present luxurious style.
I have not had the pleasure of making his acquaintance but we expect him in a few days and then I shall be able to tell you what he looks like. My sister treats me with genuine sisterly affection.
One afternoon while we were together doing some work, she told me the life in the convent was the best that a woman could adopt and she said that she would one day most likely follow my example.
Now knowing that her cunt had earned all the wealth surrounding me, I had a time to suppress my mirth at this hypocritical talk. I pretended to be very innocent but I had to bite my lips more than once to keep from bursting out.
I expect to keep on playing the guileless innocent until I have succeeded in getting behind the secret of this little whore, my sister, and the Bishop.
I am desirous of seeing you and my lover again, remember me to him and to the ladies whom we consider our intimate friends. I am your loving cousin,
ANGELICA.
Dear Felicity:
I cried with joy on reading your letter, I have had the pleasure of meeting the Bishop and of dining with him. He is a handsome man and was politeness personified. He even offered me his services should I have need of them. I do not doubt but he would be willing to contribute to an increase of my income.
He has for a servant a young lackey, quite good looking, who, if I am not mistaken, takes more than an ordinary interest in my sister's maid, to which she is not at all indifferent. His excellency acted with the utmost reserve towards his lady love while I was present, but in spite of all their precautions I noticed that their eyes, whenever they met, talked most eloquently the language of love and I believe that they repaid themselves for their compulsory restraint the very next night, for they slept together.
This is all the information I can give you this time, but I have devised a plan whereby I can spy on them without being seen and in my next letter, I may be able to give some interesting news.
I have not yet made the acquaintance of the Bishop's nephew, but if he tries to make love to me, he will receive a cold reception, for if he is as handsome as Adonis, I will not love him.
Preserve your strength, so that when I return, I may show you that I am as ever, Your most affectionate cousin,
ANGELICA.
Dear Angelica:
I enclose a letter from Dom Delabrise, he begged me to explain to you how it came about that this letter was so long delayed, and I assured him that you would not be angry with him. We talked about you a great deal and knowing that you would be thankful for any thing that would console him, I took your place and had him fuck me four times, so that he could enjoy your embrace by proxy, so to speak. Adieu, pet. Yours,
FELICITY.
Dear Felicity:
I am delighted to hear that you saw fit to console my poor Delabrise, with your own charms and when you see him again, tell him that I am longing to be with him again.
I have finally caught our lovers at some of their amatory combats and will tell you how I managed it.
Having examined the garret directly over my sister's room, I employed the better part of three days that my sister was away from home to make an opening in the floor of the garret so that I could get a good view of her room, taking care to make it so that nothing could be seen in the ceiling.
On the same day that my sister returned home, the Bishop called to see her. That was about four o'clock in the afternoon. After supper I took leave of the company, saying that I wished to retire. So I went to bed early and was up again at five in the morning, ready for all emergencies.
I dressed myself immediately and stole softly to the garret, leaving my shoes at the door which I closed after me. On tip toes, I slipped over to the hole in the floor and put my eye to it, stretching myself at full length on the floor, this gave me an easy and comfortable position and I could observe all that took place in the room below, which I believed was the temple where my sister sacrificed to Venus.
It was already broad daylight, the blinds and curtains were thrown back, the lovers still asleep, were partly uncovered. My mouth watered at the sight of the long and big prick, lying so nicely between the Bishop's thighs. I had held my post nearly an hour before they began to stir and finally they woke up.
The first move my sister made was to put her hand on the still limber prick. She evidently was experienced in handling this man. She began with shoving the skin back and forth, uncovering the head and then pulling the skin over it again, while with the other hand she played with the bag underneath, then she took the prick between her two hands, rolling it between and seeing that her work was about to be crowned with success, she got up and knelt well over the Bishop in such a manner that her cunt was just above his face and her face above his prick. No sooner was she in this position than the Bishop began to kiss her cunt and suck it, while she reciprocated in the same manner on his prick; no sooner had she succeeded in getting it entirely stiff then she jumped up and bringing her gaping bijou over his prick, she let herself slowly down upon it, burying it to the root in her happy cunt.
I could see that she was well educated in all the refined ways of making love, for she rode her lover with consummate skill. He must have been on the verge of spending when I heard him mutter the word "arse-hole" and my sister understanding his wishes allowed the stately prick to slip out of her cunt and taking hold of it she lodged it in the neighboring hole and had made it disappear between the big cheeks; the Bishop grunted with satisfaction and reaching under the pillow he handed a big dildoe to my sister, she quickly inserted it in her cunt and kept working it there, while she at the same time flew up and down on the Bishop's prick, who shouted:
Ah, my dear, you kill me with pleasure! You are the best little whore I ever had the luck to possess, you never leave anything to wish for, you always know how to please my most lascivious ideas, I do not think that there is anything for you to learn in the way of whoring!
Oh yes, I think there is, but I have learned all that I know from you, you have been fingering my cunt since I was barely nine years old and at that time you made me suck your prick and a year later you buggered me, and when I succeed in giving you satisfaction now, it is because you taught me and I know what your wishes are and try to anticipate them because I am grateful for all that you have taught me and because I love you for that.
But I really think there is yet more to learn in the way of lechery and I know where I could learn some new ideas, that is, in the fine brothels of Paris, and understand me well, for your sake, I would stay in one of them for a few weeks only, to be still better able to satisfy your licentious cravings.
You are a jewel to propose what I had not dared to propose to you, fearing you might be offended, but now as you have proposed it, you will do as you said. I will foot the bill and to show my gratitude I will buy a country estate for you and settle enough on you to make you independent should I die suddenly; but enough of that now, I am coming-do you feel it squirting into you, pet?
Yes, your hot spunk fills my whole entrails, but finish me off, please, work the dildoe for me. That is right! Shove is up as far as it goes, ah, I am spending!
She got up now and went to the bidet to cleanse herself, then returning to the bed, she performed the same operation to the prick of her lover.
I had seen enough and heard enough, so I left my place of concealment, went to my room and had to take my finger to quiet my lewd feelings caused by the spectacle which I had witnessed. In the afternoon the Bishop's nephew called. I had very little conversation with him. I could see by the way he eyed me that I would suit his lustful purpose very well, but he displeased me and I will give him such a sendoff the first time that he speaks of love that he will lose all hope of ever possessing me then and there.
Please hand the enclosed letter to Dom Delabrise, it may draw him out of the deep gloom. Let me hear from you often and rest assured that I am,
Your affectionate cousin,
ANGELICA.
Dear Felicity,
I am glad to know that I will find a new companion when I return to you. I have been treated to another view of two lovers, but before I begin to tell you what I saw, I must tell you about myself and how I was treated by my brother and the Bishop's nephew.
Sunday afternoon I was sitting in my room, writing to Dom Delabrise, when my brother entered and signified a desire to speak to me privately. I hastily covered the letter I was writing and invited him to take a seat near me.
He was quite agitated, his face was paler than usual and I thought I could detect the odor of liquor on his breath. He began by telling me his troubles and his ambitions, how he would like to be a lieutenant in the army and that the Bishop's nephew was the one to procure the appointment for him, and how he was deeply in debt and that the Bishop's nephew held nearly all his notes and that would surely be ruined if the aforesaid nephew was not appeased.
I listened till he had finished and then I told him how I felt about the matter. My life was devoted to the Church and God, I would do all I possibly could for him, even go to the Bishop in his behalf, but as for the nephew, he was out of the question.
I tried in every way to calm him, but all my efforts had directly the opposite effect, he was becoming more and more excited, he pleaded and threatened in turn. I was becoming alarmed and made a movement to leave the room. My crazy brother got between me and the door and would not let me pass.
No, you can't leave here, he said between his teeth, till you listen to reason, my future depends upon it.
The Bishop's nephew then came in and added his entreaties to those of my brother. I was now thoroughly aroused. I flew at him like a tigress and commended them to let me pass. I rushed at my brother and tried to push him aside. He grabbed me roughly round the waist and held me. I attempted to scream, but he placed his hand over my mouth and would not let me.
He made some motion with his head to the Bishop's nephew and as if prearranged, the latter bolted and shut the door from the inside and then drew the blinds.
I was struggling all the time to free myself and in the scuffle was thrown to the floor. The Bishop's nephew now knelt down and tried to turn my head so that he could kiss me. I scratched his hands and spit in his face, but in spite of all that I could do, he managed to put his mouth to mine, then he began to fumble under my skirts.
I did my best to kick him, but he caught me by the ankles and raised my legs up so that my petticoats fell down off them and my whole lower parts were exposed to the lascivious glances of the cur. I could struggle no longer. I was completely exhausted. My brother saw that and let go of my head.
The nephew then threw himself full length upon me and forced my legs with his knees. By wriggling my hips first one way, then another, I kept him from getting his prick into me for some time, but at last I felt it slip in.
The excitement of the struggle had nearly done the work for him, for he had not given half a dozen passionate shoves before he finished. X could feel that he had a much larger and thicker prick than my cunt had ever felt before and I was beginning to feel good when he stopped. He then rolled off and held me while my brother took his place.
After a few moments the pleasure became too much for me, I could not contain myself any longer. I threw my legs over my brother's back in the heat of passion and glued my lips to his, while I shoved my arse to meet him half way, to heighten the pleasure. The Bishop's nephew was frigging my arsehole and my fully aroused clitoris.
I have found pleasure with Dom Delabrise, I have found pleasure with the Franciscan and with one of my own sex, but the pleasure I experienced now was never equaled before, the most exquisite of delights, rape!
My brother finished and got off me, but the Bishop's nephew was not yet satisfied, so he mounted me again. This time he treated me to slow and deliberate shoves. At first I made some pretence of repelling him, but his shaft had not worked out and in a dozen times, when I surrendered unconditionally and when he asked me if I would like a change of positions, I was more than willing.
He got up, made my brother lie down on his back. I had to kneel over my brother, one knee on each side of his head, then the Bishop's nephew mounted me from behind, driving his stallion's prick into me with one mighty shove. I felt it touch way up at the entrance to my womb, at the same time I felt my brother's tongue tickling my clitoris and with one finger he was buried in my arsehole. It was more pleasure than I had ever had before.
I bent over and took the now still prick of my brother into my mouth and paid back his efforts in my behalf. Before long the sexual spasm overcame me and the Bishop's nephew, but he was a prudent man, so pulling out, he forced the entrance next and deposited there his burning spunk.
We now repeated this performance, only the men changed places. Both now had all they wanted for a little while at least, so they assisted me to rise and allowed me to sit on a chair.
They both asked my forgiveness for what they had done to me and as I was not hurt, it was easy to forgive, after the intense delight they had given me. They next brought out some wine and plied me with it and I soon became half drunk.
I got frolicsome, talked and laughed; they exchanged lewd glances and I didn't resist in the least when they began to put me into a complete state of nakedness.
I was fast getting drunk and I only dimly remember that the two men, one on the front and the other behind, violated me from both sides at the same time. I know I felt a sharp pain in my rectum and I heard a voice give an exclamation of satisfaction and that is all I remember till I awoke some three hours later, none the worse for my experience.
My brother got his commission in the Army and his debts were paid and to compensate myself in a measure, I made my brother sleep with me for the few nights he is to stay at home and he has taught me a few new tricks in the way of procuring sexual pleasure.
A few nights ago he told me that if I would consent to meet him and the Bishop's nephew in my bedroom and submit to their assaults, the Bishop's nephew would settle two thousand livres a year on me and as I have noticed that the political situation is such a one that it is quite possible that all the convents will be suppressed, I have consented as well for your, Dom Delabrise and my own sake, for that will give us the means to stay together even if such calamities should happen to religious orders.
Last night, I being alone at home with my brother, the Bishop's nephew took me to my sister's room, where they both seemed to be well acquainted; for they got out of the hidden drawers all sorts of contrivances to be used to commit various kinds of sexual excesses; dildoes of all kinds and sizes, switches, whip books and lewd scenes.
In the course of the night all these things came into use and I must say that what those two devils do not know about increasing the delights of love is not worth knowing; they used or rather misused me in every possible way, but I could not expect to get off so easy when such a price had been given me and really I was thankful for the experience. Besides I found out that my sister deceives the Bishop and that his nephew as well as my brother come in for a share of her favors.
To return to the Bishop, he spent a week in the country with my sister, who returned alone, saying that the Bishop would follow her in a few days. On the eve of her return I heard my sister give some rather strange instructions to her maid: to wake her at a very early hour the next morning, as she wished to be ready by eight o'clock.
I determined to be up as early as she. I hurried to take up my station at the peephole, but what was my astonishment to see my sister already up, standing there stark naked, the hair of her grotto of love all done up in curl papers and her maid kneeling before her comb in hand. I had to push my handkerchief into my mouth to keep from laughing right out.
My sister then sat down and spread her legs apart, then the maid proceeded to take the papers out, leaving a nice little curl where the papers had been; then some dark brown powder was thrown on the curls to make the surrounding flesh look whiter and then they were trimmed so that not a single hair stood out further than its neighbor.
The maid now rubbed her body with essences, after which she threw on a light wrapper, neatly made.
A delicate pink shirt with delicate embroidery, a skirt of the same which covered only half of one leg, completed her apparel, while my sister thus dressed stretched herself unconcernedly on the sofa, awaiting the arrival of the Bishop. The maid, also stark naked, stood in a position that exposed her cunt to advantage.
The Bishop entered. He wore a long trailing robe, whose train was carried by his lackey for all the world like the Great Mogul entering the harem.
He stood for a moment admiring the two Venus', he praised the maid for the taste she showed in dressing cunts and the maid fell on her knees before him and taking the exposed prick into her mouth, gave it a hearty suck, this being done in place of the customary kiss on the hand.
He now gave free reign to his passions. He swooped down upon my sister and attacked her with passionate vigor. As for me I pushed a dildoe into my burning cunt and soon brought down a plentiful spend.
After relieving myself I went back to my post and saw my sister being fucked in the front by the lackey and in the rear by the Bishop, while the maid was licking the latter's arsehole and working an enormous dildoe in and out of her cunt. They finally finished, all four at the one time.
There, my dear cousin, is what I was. Next week I will return and then we will try to imitate some of these actions with the aid of some of our gentlemen friends. In the meantime I am
Affectionately yours,
ANGELICA.
Angelica returned to the Abbey and took the veil, but a few weeks afterwards the Government confiscated the property of the convents and then Angelica, Felicity and Suzanne and some others emigrated together with their lovers to America, where they married and founded a little colony and prospered and continued at their old games.
