Anonymous - The Nunnery Tales

Emilie meekly submitted, which she showed by sinking down from her sturdy kneeling posture, until she was all but prostrate on her belly. Father Eustace, of course, kept his cock buried in her while she sank to the floor. His hands were clamped firmly on her hips as he continued to fuck her for several more minutes. Then he gently withdrew his still-erect penis while warmly kissing her plump buttocks. He assured her of entire absolution and complete forgiveness.

Tucking his dripping lance back into his frock, he turned to my mother, and looking towards me in a very expressive way, said that he wished to talk with her on a certain subject privately. My aunt said her room was at her sister's services, and she would stay and help Emilie to dress.

“It is too much honor for me, dear Lady,” said Emilie. “Perhaps this young lady would lend me a little assistance; she looks very good natured, and I should so like a glass of wine, for I feel very much exhausted!”

“Naturally, my child,” responded my aunt, “I will give you wine.”

So saying, she left the room, turning around as she did so with rather a quaint expression on her face, as if she was rather uncertain what my assisting her novice to dress might lead to. I, as may be easily imagined, had no objection to act as lady's maid to the beautiful young lady, and I was so affectionate in my trembling attentions that she quite overlooked my clumsiness. I was sure, though, that she was very much aware of how my hands lingered over her quivering breasts and their jutting nipples… how they brushed her curvaceous bottom-cheeks and intruded on the fringe of her drooping pussy lips.

“Dear mademoiselle,” she remarked, “you are as kind as if you were a young man and not a young lady!”

“Perhaps,” I replied, in a bantering tone, “you would have no objection if I were a young man?”

“Well,” she coyly replied, “I should like a brother such as you, or a cousin…”

“Or a lover?” I hinted.

She colored slightly and averted her eyes. “After the scene you have just witnessed, my friend, it would be useless for me to effect any prudery. Of course, it was the duty of the Abbess to be present, but I think it was rather in bad taste for her to inform you and your mother of my fault and allow you to witness my punishment.”

“Don't be angry,” I replied kissing her. “It was a very pretty sight indeed, a most luxurious spectacle. Did the holy father hurt you at all?”

“Why, no,” she replied, “as long as the penance lasted I rather enjoyed it. But now I do feel rather inflamed and sore.”

“Permit me,” I replied, “to wipe your secret charms dry with my handkerchief. I will do it gently and you will find yourself much more comfortable.”

Without waiting for her permission, I knelt down before her, lifted her robe and proceeded to dry the delicate lips of her pussy and the lightly-mossed adjacent parts. I wiped gently over the swollen lips, pausing to admire the pouting pinkness of the orifice. The musky fragrance was arousing; I felt my too-long-deprived piston start to stir under my clothes. Not eager to quickly finish the job, I tended her slowly, brushing the down on her mount with each movement, and seeming, as if by accident, to have my fingers open the bruised lips of that abused cunt. Indeed, I very nearly had one digit buried up to the knuckle before I remembered my situation and casually withdrew. As I predicted, she found great comfort from this operation and was profuse in her gratitude. I protested that it was a pleasure to be of service to such a splendid girl as herself.

This remark of mine led to unforeseen results. Emilie immediately replied that such a compliment from me was very valuable inasmuch as I was one of the finest and tallest girls she had ever seen. While saying this, she endeavored to feel my body, and, as may readily be imagined, found something quite unexpected. In fact, my silk frock stood out in front of me like a tent, ill-concealing my erection.

“Good heavens! What is this! Have you a dildo strapped on?” she exclaimed in a low tone.

“You had better look and see,” I answered, laughing.

Without a word more, she, in her turn, went down upon her knees, and to her surprise and delight found situated among the usual correct articles of underclothing – silk stockings, chemise, ornamental petticoats – an article not at all a part of a lady's toilet (except indeed when it is artificial). She found my fine throbbing prick in a fiery state of stiffness and thoroughly ready for work. She instantly grasped it with delight, and began to pump it up and down. I was ready to give her what she obviously desired, but a light footstep was heard in the corridor. She dropped my petticoats just in time, as my aunt entered the room carrying some wine.

“I have brought you some refreshment, as I promised, my child, but upon my word you don't seem to require it. You have got quite a color in your cheeks, thanks I presume to the kind attentions of my niece Augustine. But mind, my dear niece,” she wagged a finger at me, “I don't approve of even young ladies being too affectionate, it sometimes leads to nonsense, even to mischief.”

This, of course, was meant a broad hint for me to be careful, but alas the “mischief” was half done already.

“But pray, Lady Mother,” said Emily, “may I not take Mademoiselle Augustine to some of our sisters to introduce her? They will be glad to see a fresh face and hear some news about society.”

My aunt frowned, apparently not much liking the proposition. “Well! I grant permission on strict condition that you do not neglect chapel or any of your other duties, and that you bring my niece to my room for vespers, as she must sup with her mother and me.”

“Your commands shall be punctually obeyed, Madam,” replied Emilie making a low reverence. Then she took me by the hand and we left the room together.

As we went down the corridor, she broke into a short laugh and said, “The Abbess is quite jealous; she guesses something about you, and if it had not been for my happy idea of introducing you to the other novices, I should not have been able to enjoy the pleasure of your society, certainly not alone. But I will bring you into the company of Louise and Adele, who are pretty playful girls, and almost as lascivious as I am.” She stopped for a moment and faced me, a knowing smile on her beautiful face. “By the way, I hope you do not consider it immoral to sleep with your aunt; for she most certainly will make you do so tonight. If all accounts are true, she'll give you such a sampling of voluptuous and even obscene lust that it's likely you'll never forget it. The scene you just witnessed in the penance room is nothing to what you will experience.” We continued walking and arrived at one of the young lady's rooms.

“Adele and Louise, my dears, here is Mademoiselle Augustine d'Ermonville, whom the Superior has allowed me to bring here as an addition to our society this afternoon.”

Both of the pretty girls who had been sitting at embroidery frames rose from their seats and kissed me warmly on the cheeks.

“We had better make the most of her company, for her aunt, the Abbess, fancies there is something manly in her appearance,” said Emilie.

“So there is,” exclaimed the two girls together.

“And she intends her to sleep with her tonight, and you know what the consequences of that will be. Augustine will be much too exhausted for us to have any fun with her tomorrow.”

“Adele already knows,” said Louise. “It is a pleasure which I have yet to learn.”

“Tell us all about it, dear Adele,” I said. “It will amuse me greatly and help me look forward to the coming evening.”

“Since you ask, I will tell you,” said the sweet girl, “though I am rather ashamed. The Lady Superior reported herself ill and nervous, and wished someone to stay in her room all night. She chose me. I gladly consented, taking it as a compliment, and went to her room where I found her already in bed. She desired me to undress and come to bed, leaving the lamp burning. No sooner had I done so, than she thrust her hand between my thighs. She roved over the soft hairs that sprouted upon my pussy, but did not linger very long. Instead, she proceeded to shove a couple of fingers into my tight slit and spread the clasping lips as she worked in and out. I knew very little about such lustful games and submitted meekly as she continued to plumb my most secret depths. She did not continue this long before she altered her position, kneeling with her belly upon my breasts, her shapely rump resting upon my face, and the lips of her cunt applied to my mouth. Then she asked me to shove my tongue into her pussy, and work it well in. And, though I was more than half smothered, I was able to comply and did my best to give her pleasure. I licked her again and again as a dog laps at a bowl of water, only this nectar was far more sweet than any I had tasted. I flicked at the bedewed lips, catching up all the pearly drops, then dove inside the slit scouring the tender membranes hidden within.