Anonymous - The Nunnery Tales

“'I wonder how that poor girl feels by this time, Victor?' I said.

“'Rather moist but happy enough I dare say,' he replied. 'She has more money in her pocket than she ever had at one time before, and she has been right well drilled. A muscular but rather coarse, though undoubtedly handsome girl, suits such unrefined fellows as Robert and Phillippe exactly. All they want is a rough, hairy cunt, a huge fat rump, with a hole big enough to be made use of in case of necessity or fancy, and a good wriggler with lots of spunk.'

“'And pray, sir, what more do you require, and what is the difference between you and them?' said I playfully.

“'I'll tell you, Mademoiselle,' he replied. 'I admire a graceful, high-born girl, with a beautiful face and ruby lips with a bosom like snow and long graceful legs, and milk white thighs.' As he spoke, he undressed me. By this time, I was naked up to my belly. Immediately my elegant young page became busily engaged with his face between my thighs, sucking and kissing my cunt. I don't know what Fanchette thought of all this, but she had sense enough to perceive that it was not the first time the handsome page and I had had familiar intercourse together. At least she knew that the mistress would be served before the maid. So she kept a discreet silence, with a good-humored smile on her face.

“I was pleased with her cheerfulness, and said, 'Never mind, Fanchette, you will have him to yourself all the way home again. Let me enjoy him while I can.'

“'Can I be of any assistance, my dear mistress?' she asked.

“'I don't know, Fanchette,' I replied. 'It all depends upon the style in which this young gentleman, who seems to have mistaken my cunt for a box of bon-bons, proposes to honor his young mistress by fucking her.'

“'For shame, Victor,” said Fanchette. 'Get off your knees, sir. Don't you see that Mademoiselle Emilie is beginning to want something better than that stupid head of yours between her thighs?'

“'Well,' said the page, withdrawing his face, 'if my beautiful mistress does not care about my head, she may about my tail. It is heartily at her service. Perhaps, dear Mademoiselle, if Fanchette were to hold your dress completely up, and you would condescend to seat yourself in my lap, you would find it an agreeable way of being fucked, especially in a carriage.'

“This was a novelty to me, although I had thought that between Victor and Monsieur de Merville I'd had a pretty considerable experience of the different modes. So I gladly consented. Indeed, I would then have consented to almost anything resembling a good hearty fucking. I felt so thoroughly ripe for it. With Fanchette's assistance, I raised my clothes, and while she raised them up, I partly supported myself on her shoulders, straddling over the page's thighs until I settled my open buttocks on his lap.

“At this juncture, Fanchette's assistance was invaluable. Seated in front of me, she could witness the whole proceeding, and still keeping hold of my clothes with her left hand, with her right hand she guided the page's jerking cock into my burning parts. And oh! What a delightful relief it was to the gnawing lust I felt to have his great, stiff prick searching the inside of my cunt! I settled myself down upon him heavily. Though our motions were irregular, partly through my inexperience of the situation, and partly through the jolting motion of the carriage – though old Jacques, the coachman, who had a shrewd notion of what was going on inside, drove very slowly – the sensation to me was most delightful. Indeed, I proved it by releasing my flood of passion all over Victor's cock and balls. As I sank forward on dear Fanchette's neck, I felt my partner give a last few vigorous forward shoves that spermed me well, and then he also sank back against the cushions in a speechless state of exhausted transport. When we separated, my kind assistant first of all wiped my dripping orifice, and then began to do the same to the carriage cushions, which she feared would tell a tale.

“'Never mind the cushions, Fanchette!' exclaimed Victor. 'If Madame notices the stain, she will only think it is in consequence of all the fucking you're going to receive on your journey homewards. Please wipe me dry instead.'

“'Indeed, Master Impudence, I shall do no such thing,' was her reply. Notwithstanding this, I noticed that she did so, and very delicately and carefully, too, handling his tool as if it was something very precious.

“This being finished, she turned to me and blushing prettily, said, 'Dear Mademoiselle Emilie, if you would condescend to look out the window for a few minutes, and if that proud and happy-looking sinner will shut his eyes, I should like to do something to myself. For indeed, the delightful things I have just witnessed have put me into such a state of mind and body that I must have some relief. If I'd had any forethought, I would have brought a tallow candle with me, but my fingers will be better than nothing. It is what many a poor neglected girl has to resort to. I cannot presume to ask such a favor as that young fellow fucking me in the presence of his Mistress, and besides, I should think it would be half an hour, at the very least, before he was ready.'

“I laughingly said that I could promise for myself, but could not answer for my page. He also promised to be blind to her proceedings without having, as I could plainly see, any intention of keeping his word. Then Fanchette – for I did not even pretend to look out of the window – leaned back in the corner of the carriage with her left foot placed upon the seat and her right upon the floor. This position, when she had gathered up her clothes, made a nice open exposure and afforded a full view of her proceedings… or rather I should say her attempted proceedings, for she could not manage to accomplish her purposes at all. First she crammed her finger in her cunt, but the little useless thing produced irritation without satisfaction. Next, she tried her middle finger without much better result. Then she tried both together, and crammed them in with all her might, wriggling and shifting her bottom about on the cushions in an uneasy and dissatisfied manner. At last she fairly burst out into tears of vexation and disappointment.

“The kind-hearted Victor could not bear to see a pretty girl in tears when he thought it possible to alleviate her distress. In a whisper, he asked me if I would permit such a liberty in my presence and not consider it a cause for jealousy. He thought he could give Fanchette some satisfaction better than the useless child's play performance she was attempting, though he added he was too thoroughly exhausted himself to have any great pleasure.

“I replied out loud that I was no dog in the manger, that I myself had plenty to last me for another hour at least. I should be very glad indeed if he could give my little favorite some pleasure. She deserved it, I thought, for the cheerful way in which she had assisted us in our amorous performance, and for her general good temper.

“'Then mademoiselle,' said Victor, 'if Fanchette will kneel down before me and handle my tool, or even perhaps, if requisite, suck it a little, I think that under such delicate treatment, he will be induced to hold up his head like a man and stiffen sufficiently to reward her liberally for the service she does me.'

“'What do you say, Fanchette?' said I to her.

“'Anything, my dear Mistress, that will relieve the craving I feel in my secret parts. I fear nothing but a cock will be of any service.'

“So saying, the excited girl flung herself on her knees before Victor and began pulling his breeches down with very little ceremony. That done, she pulled forth his prick and its balls, but with rather more care. It is worthy of remark that though Victor could not manage to stiffen his rod when first her hand touched him, his prick presented a swollen appearance… much larger than it would have been in a state of absolute quiescence, or about two-thirds the size it would be fully erect. I have reason to believe that this is a sign that sensual desire exists, and that the animal vitality is in full force, though latent.