Anonymous - The Nunnery Tales

“That evening, I received an invitation to join my mother for dinner. This was an unusual favor, for she seldom supped at home and when she did, her companions were generally merry gentlemen and ladies of the court, whose manners and customs she did not wish me to observe. But this evening, in honor of my departure, I suppose, she was pleased to invite me to a tete-a-tete repast. A very good supper it was, too. The only negative note was an expression of disgust on her part at Victor. That lad, as she called him, sent in a request by the steward that he be allowed to form part of my escort tomorrow, as one of the footmen. My mother proposed to send with me three armed footmen; with the coachman, she considered this sufficient protection. For my convenience, Fanchette was to ride with me inside the carriage, then leave me and my boxes in the convent and return by herself.

“'Bye the way,' said my mother in a musing tone. 'Those rascals of footmen will be fucking Fanchette into fits on the journey home, probably knocking her two holes into one, or something of that sort. Of course, it can't be helped, and I dare say she is used to it. But as for that lad, Victor, pretending that a little country air would do him good… it is all nonsense!' Then, ringing the bell, she told the footman in attendance to leave and send Victor in his place, as she wanted to speak to him.

“'So Victor,' she said on his entering, 'how long have you been ill, and what is the matter with you?'

“'Not ill at all, my gracious Lady,' he replied, 'only weak, languid and sickly.'

“'Weak and languid? Nonsense!' exclaimed Madame. 'Here, sir unlace my boots and then bring me those embroidered slippers.' So saying, she stuck up one of her dainty feet. Victor, as he stooped down to unlace her boots, could not avoid seeing up her petticoats. I could not help smiling inwardly at this test for proving the truth of the young fellow's assertion of 'weakness and languor.' I fervently hoped that her ladyship would find herself disappointed. Indeed, when I recollected the noble way in which Victor had fucked me a few hours previously, I entertained some hope he might manage to dupe her.

“And so it was. Madame elevated first one leg and then another, so that the whole extent of her white silk stockings, and even part of her bare thigh was visible to me. What then must Victor have seen? Notwithstanding this, when his mistress bade him take down his breeches, there was his cock, sleepy, stupid, and limp, hanging down its head.

“'Well, upon my word,' exclaimed my mother. 'The poor dear boy must be unwell! I never exhibited my charms without effect in all my life before, but it is quite evident that you are no use in this house just at present. So, if you think that a little change of air riding behind a carriage for a couple of days will do you good, you have my permission to form one of Mademoiselle's party tomorrow.'

“'Thanks, gracious Madame,' said the page, kneeling and kissing her hand.

“Our journey next morning commenced as arranged by my mother. Fanchette was with me inside one of our carriages, which was big enough to hold six people with ease. One armed footman rode on the driving seat with the coachman, and Victor and another, also well armed, sat behind us. We were to reach the convent that night. Then the men and horses were to rest at a neighboring village and return to Paris the next day.

“Part of the road winding through a forest was the reason for our requiring armed men. But the only incident that occurred during our journey through the forest was this. It seems that Victor's penchant for Fanchette was well known, and he was frequently ribbed about in the house. It was supposed that he had managed to get himself appointed one of my domestics for the sake, if opportunity offered, of fucking Fanchette. This was explained to me afterwards, by Victor.

“While we were going through the forest very slowly because the road was bad, we overtook a peasant girl riding to market on her donkey. As we passed, I merely remarked that she was a fine girl with a sunburned face, and that her baskets caused her to straddle to an alarming, and, I should imagine, uncomfortable extent. This also had the result of exhibiting her muscular red-stockinged legs well up to the knee. However, we passed her, and I thought no more about it. But suddenly the carriage stopped, and Victor came to the window to announce that one of the horses had thrown a shoe, and that we must be detained ten minutes.

“'The fact is, Mademoiselle,' Victor whispered, 'that Robert and Phillippe mean to fuck that fine country girl we passed just now. They will take her up against a tree or any other way. They have persuaded old Jacques, the coachman, to pretend a horse has cast a shoe, and I have given them a gold piece each, and a bottle of wine. In exchange, they will say nothing about my riding inside for the remainder of the journey.

I laughingly told him that he was a capable manager and that Fanchette and I would be very glad to have him inside. I did not say inside our persons; but I have no doubt from his subsequent proceedings that he understood it so. Moreover, I expressed the wish to see the country girl performed upon, if only to see how it turned out with the two footmen. Accordingly, when she came past the carriage, the two of them placed themselves on each side of her. Immediately, Robert began kissing her handsome, healthy face, while Phillippe had his hands between her arse and her cunt. She began to struggle and scream, but I told Victor to give her a crown and to tell her submit with a good grace. I wanted to see her well fucked and my time was precious.

“On this she altered her tone considerably, merely saying that two such fine big men, one after another, was too much for a poor girl to bear. Phillippe laughingly replied that this objection could be easily disposed of, and the whole party of us marched to where some bushy trees made a thick screen from the highway.

“Robert and Phillippe began to unbutton their breeches as they walked along. Arriving at their destination, the first thing they did was to take a cord from one of the girl's basket and tie her clothes to her armpits. The whole of her vigorous healthy person was displayed in the most bare-rumped, but not barefaced, manner. Then pulling her thighs apart so that she stood somewhat astride, Robert plunged his stiff prick into her cunt and Phillippe began to work his way into her rear. They lifted her quite up to her tiptoes and almost off her legs by their lunging shoves.

“Phillippe said as well as he could between pushes, 'You… see… my rural beauty… that we… are… rather pressed for time… and as you seem… to object… to us… one after another

… we have considered your convenience… and our own, too… by fucking you both together. How do you like four balls hanging against your arse, all at the same time, eh? Nice tight rumphole you've got! How are you coming on, Robert?'

“'Oh, I'm up to her kidneys,' was the other footman's reply. 'She's spouting so that she's nearly drowned my poor cock – oh that's it!'

“As he said this, he shot his load into her in several shuddering spasms. Then both drew their weapons from their respective sheaths and the girl wiped herself and put down her petticoats. This done, she gave me a demure curtsey and hoped that Mademoiselle had been amused. I gave her another crown and bid her adieu. Then, turning to Victor, I requested him to give Robert a bottle of wine, tell him to ride behind in Victor's place, and share it with Phillippe. As to Victor himself, I ordered him to come inside, as I had some messages to give him for my mother. As may be expected, all orders were cheerfully obeyed.

Anonymous

The Nunnery Tales

“It is to be presumed that Robert and Phillippe enjoyed their wine in the rumble seat outside. If they did, my arrangement was most satisfactory to all parties. As for Victor, he seemed perfectly wild for joy at finding himself inside the carriage with me and Fanchette. I was not much less pleased, for my sensual feelings had been considerably excited by the little double game we had just witnessed, and my pretty Fanchette moved uneasily in her seat as if something had tickled her. I dare say she felt as if a strong fleshpole driven into her would bolt her into her place comfortably enough.