Anonymous - The Nunnery Tales

“If I am wrong,” continued Emilie, “I appeal to such experienced gentlemen as Father Eustace and Monsieur Auguste to correct me, especially the former.”

“I beg to say,” said the Holy Father, “that Emilie has made a very proper remark. An experienced surgeon could not have expressed himself better, and I shall be happy to show her how correct she is at any time she likes.”

“I thank your Reverence,” replied Emilie, very demurely. Then she continued. “Grasping Victor's tool in her right hand, Fanchette began to move her hand up and down, frigging him gently. It is my belief that if she had continued this patiently for five minutes, she would have attained the desired stiffness without further trouble. But, poor girl, she had not patience. I heard her whisper, 'Darling Victor, how shall I present myself to you? And how soon will you be ready?' He replied that he thought if she would only go down on all fours on the floor of the carriage, it would be a nice easy position for her. 'Besides, you must know Fanchette,' he added, 'that the sight of a girl's wriggling posteriors produces a peculiar sensuality very exciting to a half worn out youth. I think I shall be ready in three minutes.'

“'Three minutes,' exclaimed the girl. 'Why, it is an age.'

“'Perhaps, if you suck me, it will hasten proceedings,' suggested Victor.

“The only answer Fanchette made to this was to instantly take his prick into her mouth, and, as it seemed to me, half swallow it. I could see her cheeks swell as she laved his cock well with her tongue. The good effects of this fresh proceeding were immediately apparent. Victor began to heave on his side, and I, who narrowly and perhaps rather jealously watched the activities, noticed that his eyes began to sparkle. Presently he said, 'Now, my sweet girl, on your hands and knees as quickly as you like.'

“Fanchette immediately adopted the required posture. Wanting to assist her as she had assisted me, I pulled her clothes towards me so as to bare the lower part of her body up to the waist. Then putting my hands to her buttocks, I pulled open both her orifices so that Victor might have his choice; he chose cunt, decidedly what I consider the proper place, though of course, circumstances may alter cases. Or he might have thought he did not have the force and stiffness requisite for the smaller hole. Anyway, he effected a beautiful entrance, gentle and sliding, partly, I dare say, to be attributed to the workmanlike way in which I held the lips open for him. At first I thought he did not intend to do more than give my pretty attendant pleasure, and reserve his regenerated sperm flood for me perhaps. But his lust seemed to increase with every additional shove. I thought less of my own interests and encouraged his thrusts with such remarks as, 'Well done, Victor! What a nice springy rump she has, has she not? What nice round thighs! What a jolly little bum-hole! That's right. Shove in up to the balls!'

“I only perceived my imprudence when Fanchette completely finished and let down her flowing cream. I thought Victor would then withdraw and reserve himself for his young mistress. But no! He was getting into his work, and was commencing half lingering pushes. Fanchette now actually threw one of her arms around my left leg for support, to prevent herself being shoved head first through the carriage door, I suppose. Victor continued to pump, varying the speed and length of his strokes. He jiggled from side to side so as to stretch the clutching cunt lips, then resumed his plunges. At length, the page concluded his lascivious exercises, giving one heavy thrust and remaining in the warm sheath, while he leaned so heavily upon his pretty companion that she could hardly support his weight. When he condescended to withdraw his weapon and rise before even buttoning himself, he suggested refreshing ourselves with a flask of champagne, which he took from a basket dragged from under the carriage seat. This we gratefully accepted. I praised his forethought and asked him if he would not take some himself. He replied in the negative, saying he would take some brandy with old Jacques, the coachman. It would serve to put the old fellow in good humor, and also would have a better appearance, for we were approaching the village where we were to dine, and it would look unbecoming for him to be found riding inside with his young mistress, though even by her own express orders. This was so prudent and thoughtful that I had nothing to say against it, and approved of his doing as he proposed.

“Very shortly afterwards we reached the village inn, where I was received by the host with all the deference due to a young lady of high family. Moreover, I was greatly pleased to find that my Mother had sent forward a courier on horseback to order dinner to be ready for our party on arrival.

“This was more than I expected from her, and the result was that we were served with speed and comfort. I, of course, had my family attendant, Victor, dine with me. When I had nearly finished my repast, I heard a considerable disturbance, which seemed to come from the inn kitchen. I was thinking of requesting Victor to ascertain the meaning of it when in rushed the landlady in a high state of terror and indignation.

“'Ah, Mademoiselle,' she exclaimed, 'those footmen of yours are devils! Real devils incarnate! They are taking indecent liberties with my chambermaid and my kitchenmaid, who are two good girls quite innocent with regard to such romps. One of them kissed my daughter Rosalie and swore she was a very pretty girl, and had the impudence to ask her if her lips between her thighs were as sweet as those of her face!'

“'Why does not your husband interfere, my good woman?' said I, 'and what can a weak girl as I am do among two or three lustful men?'

“'My husband!' exclaimed the hostess in shrill and indignant tones. 'Confound him! He was drinking hard cider with the courier all morning 'til he was more than half fuddled; now, some wine those wretches have given him has made him helplessly drunk, and he thinks these horrible proceedings are all fun and games. He sits and laughs like an imbecile.

“'Mademoiselle's old coachman sits by the fireside smoking his pipe, to all appearances indifferent if half the province fucked the other half. But if Mademoiselle would descend into the kitchen and interfere by interposing her authority and order the abominable ravishers out of the house and into the stable, then decency might be preserved.'

“To keep up appearances, I prepared to descend, knowing perfectly well from what I had heard about Parisian footmen, and what I had myself seen of the behavior of Robert and Phillippe as we passed through the forest, that I stood a very small chance of being listened to, especially if their lusts were seriously excited. A little rough play no girl would mind, and of course, I could not object to it. Moreover, I hoped that as the noise had almost if not altogether ceased, we should not find matters in the kitchen quite so bad as the landlady had reported.

“So I asked Fanchette to retire into my bedroom and told Victor to follow me. I marched downstairs looking as authoritarian and majestic as I could. But, alas! When I arrived at the kitchen door, I found all my majestic airs thrown away. I had to save my threats and remonstrances for some other occasion. The noise of struggling and squealing and romping had ceased, sure enough, for the minute the old lady turned her back, those clever rascals, Robert and Phillippe, had taken matters a step further. Antoine, the courier, who had been making hot love to Rosalie, the landlady's daughter, ever since his arrival, had persuaded her that now or never was the time to make him happy with her love. The consequence of this was that when I swept majestically into the kitchen and was just beginning to say, 'Robert and Phillippe! What do you mean?' when all of a sudden I stopped as if paralyzed by what I saw.