Anonymous: The Nunnery Tales

Anonymous

The Nunnery Tales

“Tell me, sister Emilie, how have you been entertaining our guest?” asked Agnes after a short time.

“She has been entertaining us,” was Emilie's reply. “She has been telling us about the young ladies, and the handsome men, and the imprisonments, and the executions, and the processions in the streets. They must be extraordinary, with handsome women completely naked, representing Goddesses of Reason, or something or other and all sorts of wonderful things.”

“All most blasphemous and indecent,” interposed Sister Agnes angrily. “I wonder that Mademoiselle d'Ermonville could not find more profitable subjects to talk about.”

“Oh, let me assure you sister Agnes,” said I, “I have been endeavoring to persuade these young ladies that in all my experience of the Court as it used to be, or of the present altered state of society, I have never met three such lovely girls as I have seen since I have visited the convent of St. Claire. And now indeed,” said I looking at Agnes, “I may say four and not three.”

“Your compliments are quite thrown away upon me, Mademoiselle,” she gravely replied, “and I think you might be better employed than in turning the heads of these giddy girls with flattery and nonsense.”

“Their heads, my dear Mademoiselle Agnes…” I said, ”…bless your innocence, I've been looking at these legs as well! These three beauties had some dispute as to who of the three had the prettiest legs, and I have had some difficulty in deciding; perhaps you will assist me?”

At this indelicate proposal, Agnes seemed struck dumb with horror, but on my giving a signal to Emilie and Adele, they took the hint immediately and Louise followed their example, though with some hesitation. Each of them placed one of their little feet upon the divan that had just served as the altar for Louise's sacrifice; drawing up their petticoats, they displayed their graceful legs. On these proceedings, Agnes looked with a tremendous frown.

I suppose she thought that any interference on her part was useless, and was concocting an accusation to lay before the Superior. In the most impudent way, I called her attention to the pretty show, remarking, “You see? It is not very easy to form a judgment or to give a preference where all three are so nearly perfect in their own particular way. Emilie's legs are the largest and show the most muscular development, while Louise's are very delicate and graceful. On the other hand, Adele, proud of her white thighs, has exhibited very good taste in wearing red silk stockings. The contrast between scarlet and white is very striking; indeed, it is a pity that we have not two or three fine young gentlemen here to appreciate it!”

While I was making these impudent remarks, I kept handling the limbs submitted for my inspection in the most indecorous way. I didn't merely stroke the legs but proceeded well up the thick part of each girl's thighs. And because Adele was the only one of the three whom I had not fucked that morning, curiosity induced me to feel what sort of furry treasure she concealed. I did so, and gave her cunt a good rummaging with my forefinger, at which she giggled with delight.

At all this, Agnes purpled and became very angry, chiefly towards Emilie, who she said had been long enough in the convent to know that such indecencies were not permitted. She added that she would report us all to the Superior, so that the novices might be severely punished, and I might be sent away to carry my lascivious worldly practices elsewhere.

All this tended towards the object that Emilie and I had in view; but she, who was a devil for mischief, resolved to bring matters to a climax.

“Oh, Sister Agnes,” she said, “you can't be so cruel. The fact is, Mademoiselle Augustine has the best shape of any girl in the nunnery, and is quite vexed when she hears anyone else praised. You have no idea what fine legs and thighs she has, and she is as proud of them notwithstanding her prudery as a young married lady is of a big belly.”

“Talk of Adele's scarlet silks indeed! Why, Sister Agnes wears the finest black silk for the same purpose I suppose… to contrast with the whiteness of her thighs. Nobody ever sees them though, except by accident, but since we have a stranger among us who ought to see all the curiosities and ornaments of the convent, I've no doubt but that she'll show them!”

To this Agnes returned an indignant rejoinder, but in spite of her denial and her sanctity, I could not help think that there was something in her manner which betrayed that she was not altogether insensible to Emilie's flattery.

Emilie approached Agnes, saying, “Don't be vexed with my nonsense, Sister Agnes, but let Mademoiselle Augustine have one peep at your beautiful limbs!” She threw her arms around her (clasping her so tight that Agnes was nearly helpless), and exclaimed, “Now Augustine, if you can't see what you want, you must be a softy!” I took the hint at once and lifted up Agnes' clothes roughly enough, I dare say, and found everything there just as Emilie had described it.

Now that I have time for reflection, I cannot help thinking what an amount of vanity and flirtatiousness may exist under a prudish exterior. If nobody was intended to see Agnes' legs, why did she dress them in the finest silk stockings, handsomely gartered half way up to her thighs?

Well, I saw them at any rate, and so did Adele and Louise, who were in raptures at my taking indecent liberties with one whom they had been in the habit of regarding as rather tyrannical in her notions of strictness. Their laughing remarks encouraged me to proceed further, and I began to pull Agnes' thighs open and kiss her cunt. Her fair white bottom also came in for its due share of my lascivious attention. In fact, the prudent and sanctified Sister Agnes was very near to being fucked, when the door opened. The lay sister, whom I had found in the room when I had first come into it with Emilie, reentered to the great annoyance of all of us, except Agnes, who, addressing her as Sister Marie, demanded her immediate assistance in conveying Emilie and myself before the Superior to be punished for indecent and improper practices. The elderly sister assented, but I thought it right to stand upon my dignity, and told Agnes that I would be happy to accompany her into the presence of my aunt, but I would dispense with the company of the elderly Sister Marie. I requested Marie to leave the apartments, which she, awed I suppose by the magical name of my aunt, forthwith did. I turned around to Agnes and remarked with grave politeness, “Now, fair Sister, if you have any communications to make to the Lady Superior, and if my presence and that of our friend Emilie can be of service to you, we shall be happy to accompany you.” This was taking the matter coolly and Agnes stared as if she hardly knew what to make of my assurance. But she had no choice; it was her own proposal to go to my aunt, and she could not shrink from it simply because we consented to accompany her. So she led the way. Emilie and I followed, laughing in our sleeves at the notion of the trap she was falling into.

We were duly ushered into my aunt's presence. She received all of us very graciously, saying, “Well, children, I hope you have been amusing yourselves. I like my young friends to enjoy themselves in any way consistent with propriety.”

“I am sorry to have to say, Lady Mother,” interrupted Agnes, “that I fear these two young ladies have not been amusing themselves with propriety.”

“Indeed!” replied Lady Agatha, as if surprised. “Not Sister Emilie and my niece! Explain yourself, my daughter.”

“I have merely to say,” replied Agnes, “that your niece was examining the legs of Emilie, Adele and Louise, by way of deciding their rival claims to superiority.”