Anonymous - The Nunnery Tales

“'But my sweet Mademoiselle,' he began plaintively, 'what can I do? Look here!' So saying, he pointed to the center of his velvet breeches, into which it seemed as if somebody had stuck a fair-sized cucumber or rolling pin. Indeed, it seemed greatly to the credit of the tailor that the bottom part of Victor's britches held together at all. I laughed and told him that he ought not to have given way to his lascivious ideas; and that there was no reason at all why a young page's prick should stand up in such a terrible way merely because he met his young mistress in a narrow passage. But as his state of mind and body seemed to be beyond a joke, I suggested to him that there were plenty of young girls in the house – there was Fanchette, my own maid, and Sophie, my mother's chambermaid, either of whom would be happy to receive his embraces. And this I said, not because these girls conducted themselves with impropriety, but because I knew it was the nature of all young Parisian girls in their positions to yield possession of their persons cheerfully to any handsome young fellow who would exhibit a little passionate admiration towards them. This was especially true in the case of a youth like Victor, who was not only extremely elegant in his appearance, but was suspected of having a nobleman for his father.

“Victor grumbled a little. The suggestive voluptuousness of his honored lady, and the virgin charms of her lovely daughter, had quite soiled his appetite for any common meat, he said. But I stopped his nonsense by assuring him that as far as my attendant Fanchette was concerned, she was as sweet a girl as ever lived, and that her young charms were a banquet fit for any duke or marquis in France; that I had seen her stripped, and that her thighs, posteriors, and belly, and shape generally, were very nearly perfect. Of course, if he did not like her, he might let her alone; but I told him I was going to ring my bell for her to bring me up some warm water, and that if he chose, he might go in instead and tell her what I wanted. This I said somewhat indignantly, but he thanked me cordially, and proceeded on his errand.

“'Tell her to take it into the bedroom, Victor,' I said. 'I shan't intrude upon you for ten minutes. And mind you don't thrust your hand up her petticoats as she comes upstairs, or perhaps she will spill the hot water.'

“'I intend to make her spill something better than warm water, my dear Mademoiselle!' said he, laughing, and away he went.

“While he was gone I partially opened the door of communication between my bedroom and dressing room, and by shooting the bolt, prevented anyone closing it completely, if they had been so disposed. Then, seating myself in an easy chair so as to command a view through the aperture thus left, I awaited the drawing up of the curtain (meaning Fanchette's petticoats), and the opening of the play, (the opening of her thighs and cunt). I had not long to wait.

“Enter Fanchette, bearing a large jug and with Victor's arm around her dainty waist. She was half laughing, half indignant. 'Do be quiet, Victor!' she said. 'Really you are quite indelicate. If my young mistress knew, we should both be turned out of the house… at least I should. As for you, you impudent fellow, handsome pages are always appreciated, and perhaps you might retain your place. Do be quiet, you saucy boy!'

“This was said as Victor thrust his hand up the front of her petticoats, feeling her cunt, I presume. At any rate, he made a fine exhibition of her legs and thighs.

“His proceedings were making a favorable impression upon her as I could perceive, and when he told her that her mistress was not coming into the room for ten minutes, she turned a languishing look towards him, laid the jug down, and sighed.

“By this time he had her clothes up all around to her waist, and was on his knees feeling and kissing her rump, thighs, and belly, and the little orifices secreted in the neighborhood thereof. As he did so, with his left hand he was clumsily and fumblingly unbuttoned his breeches. At last, this was accomplished and he rose from his knees. His cock, freed from its confinement, sprang loose, in full erection and ready for work.

“Then grasping my pretty attendant around the waist he half-led her, half-carried her to my bed where he perched her on the edge, and dragging a pillow out of its place, thrust it under her head. Then taking a leg in each hand, he proceeded to work without further ceremony. But he didn't know his hostess, for Fanchette proved to be, if not quite a maid, at any rate very close and small. Moreover, the lips of her cunt lapped over each other more than is usually the case. The result of this was that Master Victor made one or two very earnest shoves without affecting an entrance. If I may make use of the expression, he was doing nothing more than knocking at the door for admission.

“At last, in the agony of his unavailing pushes, he murmured, 'Put your hand to my prick, my sweet little friend, and guide me into the heaven of bliss, or else I shall come all over your belly, and you will have no satisfaction at all, and I very little.'

“Fanchette, who had been giggling at his unavailing attempts, now saw that the matter was becoming serious and perceived that from having an arm under each of her legs, his hands were not at liberty to help him. So she reached with her delicate little right hand and guided his greedy monster of a prick into her mossy cushion. By way of rewarding her pains, he shoved the entire length of his tool – nearly nine inches, I should think – right into her with the very first thrust, which I thought very reckless and cruel.

“Poor Fanchette screamed out, 'Ah, Victor, have mercy! I cannot bear this dreadful cock tearing up my inside. Ah! Do not, I beg you! Oh dear, dearest Victor! Ah me!' and here, as he sunk gently down upon her bosom, covering her face and white bosom with kisses, she gave vent to a long drawn sigh, and I could see that the page, after a few more driving thrusts, had managed to effect her pleasure at the same time that he consummated his own.

“You will notice, my kind hearers, ladies and gentlemen all, that my pretty attendant's note altered considerably from the sharp pain she suffered from the first shove, to the deep sigh of gratified sensuality that marked the termination of the youth's labors. And I think it should be so in every case where a girl is judiciously fucked, however tight she may be, or however hugely proportioned her male friend may happen to be. A man who thinks of nothing but shoving his standing cock up a girl's cunt, and spurting into her as soon as he can without any reference to her gratification, is, I think, little better than one of the lower order of animals.”

This remark of Emilie's excited universal agreement among the assembled circle. Even dear little Louise, who I am sure had not been particularly well used by me, murmured her assent to the principal laid down by her more experienced friend. Good Lord! thought I, wondering what a girl or a woman would not put up with from a man once her desires are stimulated. I was sure nothing short of a man's strong embraces or in plain language, a downright good fucking, would satisfy her sensual longings.

Then Emilie continued her tale: “By this time I thought I might announce my presence. So getting up from my seat, I went to the outer door, which I opened and shut as if I had just entered my dressing room. This had the desired effect. I could hear Victor get up and beat a hasty retreat. I presume he must have buttoned himself up outside the bedroom door. At any rate, when I entered, I found Fanchette alone, hastily replacing the pillow and putting the bed into something like order. I told her to get me a clean chemise, and meanwhile I stripped myself and then desired her to sponge my private parts.