Anonymous: The Nunnery Tales

“I must acknowledge that the Abbess did her best to return the pleasure, as, according to our relative positions, her head naturally fell between my thighs. She put her tongue into me as well as she could. It wriggled about like a snake in my cunt passage, stroking and sliding and seeking every hidden corner. While I didn't feel full of it there in my cavern, still I was aware of the most pleasant sensations that began in my toes and slid upward with sensuous warmth to the very top of my head. Of course, she could not do me the justice that I did her, but she did enough as I very soon found out.

“As for her, whether I did my duty by her or not may be judged from the fact that in a few minutes, after some convulsive lifting and wriggling of her bottom, my mouth was filled, and my face and throat drenched, with a warm oily liquor of her passion. When she was finished, she lazily rolled off of me, and lay for a few moments with her naked legs on the pillow, and all of her person exposed. I thought it advisable to get a towel and wipe my face and her rump… and when I had done so, she thanked me feebly and asked me to pull down her chemise and make her comfortable in bed. This done, she wanted her medicine, which I found on tasting to be neither more nor less than orange liqueur. After this libation, she went to sleep.

“I hoped for a quiet night's rest but I was never more mistaken in my life. At about two o'clock in the morning I was awakened by the Mother Superior kissing me, which I was obliged to take as an honor, though I was very sorry to be disturbed.

“She then asked me if I was a virgin. Upon my assuring her of the fact, she proceeded to raise my shift and satisfy herself by inserting her finger into my pussy as far as it would go. Finding an obstacle, she announced her intention of taking my maidenhead. How she intended to do this I hardly knew, but I was speedily enlightened. Stripping off her chemise, the Abbess took from one of the pockets a curious thing that looked like a thick ivory ruler, about nine inches long, and partly covered with red velvet. This apparatus had an elastic appendage shaped like a ball, which she filled from a vial. The whole thing was promptly strapped around her front by using a strong bandage. She told me to lay down on my back, with my thighs as wide as they would go, and a bolster under me to elevate my rump, she proceeded to shove this instrument up my cunt, forcing my virgin barrier without mercy or remorse. Indeed, I'm certain that my exclamations of pain and half suppressed cries gave her the utmost delight. Unnatural delight it must be surely, though I can understand a man in his lust violating a girl even against her will. But, when she began to find from my movements an unmistakable sign that my woman's nature was beginning to get the better of my feelings of pain and shame, and that I was enjoying the proceedings, she placed one hand under her buttocks and squeezed the ball I mentioned before. It spouted a jet of warm milky matter right into me as far as my kidneys. This ended the performance for that time.

“But she was not satisfied even with this, for before I left her in the morning, she told me to fasten the device upon myself, and fuck her with it as strongly as she had done me. I was very clumsy in strapping on the curious instrument, but she assisted me. I may safely say that she assisted me also in the actual performance. When I had got this thing she called a 'dildo' fairly rammed into her eager slit, I began to push as best I could, but I might almost have saved myself the trouble. For clasping me around the waist, she heaved herself up so vigorously that she more than met me half way as she impaled herself on the smooth shaft. She became almost bestial in her wrigglings, shrieking and grunting and moaning as the long smooth object drove into her grasping cunt. With each stroke, its passage was eased, so that soon I was ramming it into her with the same ferocity a man would drive his cock into a pussy. Seeing the cold hardness covered with her cream was exciting, and she urged me to continue the assault with unabated energy. At length, giving one powerful wriggle of her buttocks, she screamed out, 'Milk, Adele, milk!'

“At first I hardly knew what she meant. But then I remembered what she had done. Imitating her action as well as I was able, I squeezed the ball at the base of the cock and injected the precious fluid into her as far as it would go. I certainly must have given her great satisfaction, for when she recovered herself, she kissed and dismissed me with thanks and benedictions. And that is my story. What do you think of it, dear Louise? You may depend upon it, since it is just what you will have to endure. As for you, Mademoiselle d'Ermonville, you will enjoy the same from the Abbess this very night.”

“Thank you, Mademoiselle Adele,” I answered, “but I carry a safeguard about with me that will prevent my 'catching' it. And, if dear Louise here is guided by me, she shall not have her sweet little morsel of virginity pierced and forced from her by a hard, ivory dildo, wielded by a lustful woman. She shall yield it up gently and lovingly!” Here I appealed to Emilie who was in my secret and answered promptly.

“Certainly, dearest Augustine,” she replied. “I have no doubt that these two young ladies will be only too happy to meet you here tomorrow after our breakfast hour, and receive your instructions and account of the night's transactions.”

This the two of them readily promised to do, and Emilie then reminded me that it was time for me to keep my appointment with my aunt. If I did not do so punctually, I should get her into trouble, and would not be allowed to visit any of the fair young sisters any more. So, guided by my lovely conductress, I reached the Abbess' apartment, where I found a table laid, and my mother and Father Eustace in company with my aunt.

Anonymous

The Nunnery Tales

We had an extremely good supper, and our snug little party of four thoroughly enjoyed it. Everything that could tempt and pamper the appetite was there – game of several varieties, and oysters and other shellfish served in the most exquisite style. I couldn't help thinking that if the ladies in the convent lived on such luxurious and exciting viands, it was no wonder that they found their blood a little hotter and their passions more excitable than was consistent with their religious vows. And indeed, the effects of the highly dressed dishes and fine wines of which Father Eustace partook liberally, as did my mother and aunt, began to make themselves visible. I was inclined to resent the very affectionate manner displayed by the handsome confessor towards my mother, but the Abbess, perceiving what was passing in my mind, motioned me into an adjoining room and there made me understand that the reverend was most probably my own father. Indeed, she was quite sure of it.

“In fact,” she said, “I would stake my reputation, my dear Auguste, that Monsieur d'Ermonville is not.”

“How do you know that, my dear aunt,” I asked.

“Oh, by the simplest way in the world,” she laughingly replied. “Very soon after my sister was married, I went to call upon her. She was out, but I was informed that monsieur would be happy to receive me, and so indeed, he appeared to be. He paid me the highest compliments about my face and general appearance, and I suppose he was right, for I was then a novice in the convent and appeared very provocative in my simple attire. Of course, it was sixteen years ago. I was much younger and handsomer than I am now.”

“You are lovely now, my darling aunt!” I exclaimed, thrusting myself upon her, kissing her lasciviously and running my hands over her ripe body.

“Spare me your lust for the present, my dear Auguste,” said she, “and let me finish my story. After supper you shall amuse yourself as much as you like.”