Anonymous - The Nunnery Tales

“At this, Julie only blushed and laughed, and said that her friend was a prude. She insisted that I was a boy and only a boy, and so young that I could not possibly do any mischief.

“'Maybe so,' said the other young lady who retired, remarking that we go to her wardrobe to look for a suitable ball dress. The moment her back was turned, I considered that I ought, in common gratitude, to return Julie some of the kisses she had given me, which I did with such head and force as to inspire her with a greater respect for my manly powers than she professed to have had previously. Then I told her that I believed his Majesty desired some sensual honor on the coming occasion. On hearing this, she colored up, and asked me in the same breath what I meant, and how I knew. I informed her that I had been waiting at table at a private supper, which my master had given to old Madame Desart, whom Julie well knew, as she had been the means of introducing her to the king. His Majesty was consulting this elderly procuress as to the different charms and capabilities of the untried ladies of his seraglio, and she had strongly recommended Mademoiselle St. Roche.

“'Indeed, sweet lady,' said I, 'she spoke so rapturously of your various charms, of your beautiful white bosom, of your long well-shaped legs, of your round white rump and of the virgin treasure you cherish between your milk white thighs, that she quite raised my curiosity as well as the king's.'

“'Indeed, Master Eustace,' said she, 'and what do you think he will do to me?'

“'I know,' said I.

“'You do?' she exclaimed in surprise. 'How?'

“'I was on duty in the ante-chamber the first time he had an interview with Mademoiselle La Fontaine, the young lady who has just left the room. I peeped through the curtain that overhung the door, and I saw…'

“'What?' eagerly asked my fair companion. 'Dear Eustace, do tell me!'

“'In this wicked world, fair lady,' I replied, 'one never gives anything for nothing. But I will tell you all about the pretty spectacle I witnessed if you will permit me to have one peep at those magnificent charms which Madam Desart so enthusiastically described.'

“'Pages are always saucy,' replied the laughing girl, 'but you are such a child that I suppose there will be no great harm in your having one peep; but recollect, sir, if you please, that it is only to be peeping, not handling.'

“'Oh, of course not, beautiful Julie,' said I. With that, as she was standing up, I went down on one knee and raised the wide spreading flounces of her dress. I began to lift up the undergarments. One of the great charms of my investigation was that since these treasured ladies were liable at any time to receive his Majesty's embraces, they were always dressed to perfection as to their petticoats and chemises. In the present case, I first of all viewed a vista of long white silk stocking, leading to a splendid regalia of creamy thighs and rump. I pulled the thighs and cheeks of her posteriors apart, rather roughly I fear (so much for not handling), and began kissing, licking, and sucking her brown-haired cunt with all the passionate ardor of a seventeen-year-old. She liked it, I'm sure, for she not only made no resistance, but opened her thighs and stooped a little so that I had a fair chance to insert my finger into her charming orifice.

“Of a sudden she exclaimed, 'Stop, dear Eustace, I hear somebody coming!' Instantly, but most unwillingly, I emerged from my delightful hiding place and placed myself in a respectful attitude while she sat down, looking as innocent as she could. The somebody, whoever it was, walked past the door however, without even looking in, and then we breathed more freely.

“'And now, Eustace,' said the lovely girl, 'since you have had your inspection, and a taste too, I should think, you are bound to tell me what you saw his gracious Majesty doing to my friend La Fontaine.'

“'Certainly, Mademoiselle,' I replied. 'Only promise me not to be vexed with me if, in my description and illustrations, I shock your notions of delicacy.'

“'Oh, certainly not!' replied she.

“'Very well, then,' replied I. 'The first thing his Majesty did was demand my assistance in taking down his royal breeches and bringing to view his sacred tool, thus,' said I, suiting the action to the word and allowing my own garments to disclose to the astonished Julie a very respectfully sized prick for a boy of seventeen, and stiff enough to poke a hole through a dead board.

“'Bless me what a pretty thing!' said the innocent girl, taking hold of it, 'and has the king got an instrument like this? And what does he do with it?'

“'That Mademoiselle, I am about to explain to you,' replied I with as much gravity as I could command. 'When he had thus prepared himself, he ordered me to retire and usher in Mademoiselle La Fontaine.'

“When I introduced the young lady, I did not retire far, but drew the curtains of the anteroom (where no one but I was allowed to enter) about one inch apart and watched the whole proceeding. You will be interested to know, Mademoiselle, that your fair friend lay herself on the sofa in very nearly the same attitude in which you are now placed, only her legs were drawn up a little, and her thighs more spread – something in this manner,' said I, putting her limbs in the posture I described. I wondered that her common-sense did not suggest the impropriety of my taking such liberties with her, but the fact of the case is, her animal passions had gained supremacy over her, and, for the time, she had no common sense.

“'Then, sweet Julie,' I continued, 'the king lifted her silk robe and her snowy underclothing up to her waist, thus revealing charms as snowy as the garments that veiled them. Very lovely, I thought the sight then, but it was not nearly so beautiful as the prospect which now fires every drop of blood in my veins.'

“The only reply that Julie could make to this statement was a long drawn sigh. Perceiving I was not likely to meet with much resistance, if any, I hastily concluded with, 'and then his Majesty did this.' As I made this last remark, I pulled open the ruby lips of Julie's delicious cunt, still moist from my licking and sucking, and placing myself on the sofa between her thighs, guided the scarlet oval top of my gallant young prick into the orifice of her lips. I flung my weight forward upon her and let my cock find its way in.

“At this forcible illustration of the scene I had witnessed between my royal master and Mademoiselle La Fontaine, Julie gave a slight scream, but she had just sense enough left to know that any exclamation of alarm might bring unwelcome intruders upon the scene. Moreover, I smothered her face with kisses to such an extent that screaming was not very easy.

“Previous to this, I had speared two or three chambermaids – somehow or other it seems to be considered part of the duty of a court page to do so – but I had never before fucked a young lady of rank, or taken a maidenhead. Now I was doing both at once, and, oh, how delicious it was! How I reveled in her delicate charms. How I grieved when my ecstasy came to an end and I shot a stream of pearly nectar into her violated pussy. I longed to remain in her, feeling sure that within ten minutes I would be able to go to work again with fresh vigor. But it was midday, the room was liable to be entered at any moment. For the sake of my fair partner, I rose and put my disordered garments straight.

“But Mademoiselle St. Roche forgot to be equally careful; she lay back exhausted, just as I had left her, with her petticoats up, her thighs open, and the creamy foam over the brown hair and ruby lips of her gaping cunt. And, of course Mademoiselle La Fontaine chose that very moment to enter!

“'Well, Julie,' said she, 'here is a pretty picture. What are you doing in that horribly indelicate position with your clothes up? And you, master page, what are you doing here?'