Anonymous - The Nunnery Tales

“Of course I promised my mother most faithfully, and certainly meant to keep my promise. Whether I was able to do so or not, my dear friends,” continued Emilie, looking around to us, her circle of attentive listeners, “You will be able to guess, judging from my presence here among you. The crisis of my fate was soon to arrive. On the very next day, about noon, a message arrived for my mother. It said that her aunt, a very rich old lady who lived about six miles from Paris, was dying, and her presence was urgently requested. Now my mother had great expectations from her aged relative, so although she greatly disliked leaving Paris at any time, and particularly after making engagement with Henri de Merville, she most reluctantly but speedily made her arrangements for departure. She wrote a note for Henri, informing him of the necessity for breaking their appointment. She begged him to see her the next day. I, of course, was not supposed to be at home. And away she went. She had not been gone five minutes before I saw the Vicomte's carriage drive up to our entrance, and listening, I could hear Henri expressing disappointment at Madame's absence. But, instead of going away, he announced his intention of stepping upstairs to write a note. To this, of course, the porter could make no objection, as he was well known as a favored guest. So one of the footmen ushered his Lordship upstairs, supplied him with writing materials and wine and left the room. Now I had just left this very room, being under orders to keep out of the way of my Mamma's pet; but finding that the coast was clear, and not hearing anyone about that would be likely to intrude; feminine curiosity, and indeed, perhaps a stronger feeling, induced me to trespass into my mother's sitting room under pretense of looking for a book. Of course, I acted quite surprised to find the Vicomte there and prepared to withdraw, feigning great modesty and regretting my Mamma's unavoidable absence.

“'Oh, I know all about that, you know,' said the Vicomte, very coolly. 'I dressed up a servant of mine in your aunt's livery, and sent him here with a fictitious message in order to get your beautiful mother out of the way. Kind and yielding as she is, I know she would half kill us both if she caught us in each other's arms.'

“Well, I knew pretty well what all this meant, so obviously the first thing to do was to lock the door to prevent intrusion, if not listening. Of the latter, we would have to take our chances. Any hesitation I might have had about my next proceeding was obviated by the handsome young nobleman catching me on the sofa, where he perched me upon his knee, first of all lifting up my petticoats so that I sat with my posteriors and thighs naked. When he got me thus, he covered my lips with amorous kisses, and then proceeded to say that he knew I was no virgin; and as he said so, his inquisitive fingers at once penetrated my secret recesses. He did not care how it had happened, whether I had done it myself or whether I had it done for me, but at any rate, he hoped I would not refuse him the pleasure of reveling in my budding charms. Now I had not been fucked for thirty-six hours, and what with witnessing my mother's performances, and listening to her lover's lascivious stories, I had got myself into a considerable state of heat and excitement. So that the only reply I made, and I suppose it was the best that could be made under the circumstances, was to clasp him tenderly around the neck and press my hot lips to his. Upon this, he gently laid me down upon the sofa, previously placing a sofa cushion for my soft posteriors to rest upon. Then, separating my thighs, he began first to kiss my cunt, and then to lick it, until I thought he would end by eating it altogether. He abstained, however, from that demonstration of his passion, and apparently unable to wait any longer, dropped his breeches and got upon me, lifting my legs out of his way as best he could.

“He began his work very slowly indeed, but it was very delicious. He was large and strong, but very gentle. On one occasion, after giving an extra shove, he hoped he had not hurt me, and that I liked it. Didn't I! I raised my legs and crossed them over his back and heaved myself up more vigorously, I thought, than he shoved into me. He thrust hard into the rearmost portions of my cavern, drawing himself out nearly to the head only to plunge fully within once more. He did this more and more quickly until our common notion became frantic and bestial. At last it came, the delicious natural emission, drowning his cock and wetting both him and my bottom. And now I perceived that he had an object of not finishing at the same time that I did, for as I lay half fainting, he whispered, 'Sweetest Emilie, if I had yielded to the dictates of nature at the same time as yourself, the effects to you would probably have been most disastrous. But I have controlled my longing desires in this tender little orifice, by which proceeding you will run no risk of a swelled belly.' As he said this, he proceeded to moisten my rumphole with the milky emission that he had sufficiently moistened from the former orifice and enlarged it with his finger. He rolled me over on the sofa and lay over me again, this time, however, on my bottom and not on my belly. I made no objection to his proceedings, feeling it only just that as I had all the pleasure to this point, he should have his share also. Moreover, as Master Victor had traveled the road Monseigneur proposed to travel, I did not feel much alarm as to the consequences. He was larger, however, than Victor, but decidedly more gentle, and as he had been restraining himself for the last three minutes, it naturally followed that when he gave the rein to his passions, his proceedings were not very lengthy. He inserted the slippery end of his cock into my endhole and gently eased the shaft within. I felt pleasantly full of his prick and pushed back against him. Of course, I did not count his pushes, but I should think his performance did not last much over a minute. Then he deluged me.

How long he would have lain upon me, enjoying the soft cushion my buttocks afforded him, I know not, but I ventured to remind him that his carriage and horses had stood at the door for half an hour. Writing a note would hardly account for his passing such a long time in the house, and my mother's jealously would most undoubtedly be roused. He acknowledged the truth of my remarks and kissed me passionately, swearing that he would find means to meet me again. Then I slipped out of the room, preparatory to his ringing the bell and ordering the note he had written to be delivered to Madame immediately upon her return.

Anonymous

The Nunnery Tales

“Immediately upon leaving the Vicomte de Merville in my mother's apartments, I proceeded to my own room wishing to refresh myself with sponging, and also to change my dress. In passing through a narrow corridor that connected my mother's suite of rooms with those appropriated to my own use, I met Victor. Now it must not be supposed that my admiration for my new aristocratic lover had altogether obliterated the regard I felt for Victor. On the contrary, I felt very warmly and passionately toward him, as I believe every girl must feel towards the man who has first invaded the sanctity of her virgin precincts.

“There are more experienced ladies here than I am,” said Emilie, addressing herself to the Lady Superior and Madame d'Ermonville, “and I will appeal to them whether there is not a certain feeling of affection when a certain amount of force, of course, I do not mean brutality, has been used.”

Both ladies thus appealed to, confirmed Emilie's opinion, and begged her to continue her interesting story.

“When I met Victor, he gave one rapid glance around and covered my cheeks and mouth with amorous kisses. From so doing, he was about to proceed to take further liberties; indeed, he had already grasped the front of my dress, but I had no notion of allowing him to get his hand between my thighs just then. In the first place, my passions had just been completely satiated; in the second place, I felt a little sore; and in the third place, both my orifices were wet and slimy, as indeed was also my chemise. And of course, the handsome youth was quite clever enough to figure out what was meant by such signs and tokens, and I had no notion of his making any such discovery. So I whispered to him that I felt sore, and unwell and sickly. As this assertion was corroborated no doubt by my pale and languid appearance, he had the good taste to desist immediately.