Anonymous - The Nunnery Tales

Seating herself on my knee and permitting my hand to retain the position where it had settled between her thighs, she continued.

“Your reputed father proceeded from compliments to kissing, and from kissing to feeling and handling my breasts and rump, which for a girl of sixteen were really very well developed. Of course, I could have prevented all of it if I had wanted, but I was very far from being the innocent girl I looked. My handsome young confessor had long since taken care of all that. Still, I thought it right to make some faint protest, but was met by the assertion that it was all in the family and was right and proper. He then lifted my clothes up and had a close inspection of all I had to show. Indeed, he had more, for he spread my delicate cunt lips with his fingers and began to lick me. The sensation was maddening. He kept my slit spread apart until he found the delicate knob of flesh that soon stood to his attention at the insistence of his tongue. My clit – indeed my entire body – quivered with each slash upon it. He nibbled and bit it, alternating these attentions with plunging deeply into my gaping cunthole. When he was finished with this, I pretended to sink down on the sofa as if quite helpless, with my thighs falling apart.

Now was the worthy old nobleman's time. He manfully took down his breeches and out came his thick tool. Unfortunately, I saw out of the corner of my half shut eyes that it was of no use, not a bit of it! His cock might have been a good one at some time or another, and it was not so bad in appearance even now, only it would not stand! That was a fatal defect. He lay upon me, passed his hand under my bottom, and felt me there. Then raised himself and contemplated my wide-open charms. But it made no difference; his prick would not stiffen. So at last I got up from the sofa in a state of great disgust and disappointment, and sincere pity for your poor mother, who, as I subsequently discovered, found spiritual and bodily consolation in the ministrations of Father Eustace. So you must never mind his being lovingly attentive to your mother, my dear Auguste. And now,” said she, kissing me, “if you have quite done rummaging my secret parts, we will return to the supper room.”

Very much relieved by this disclosure, I returned to the parlor in high spirits and found my mother and her confessor laughing merrily at something they had been discussing. Immediately upon our entrance, Father Eustace said to me, “I have been telling your mother in your absence, mademoiselle, that it is my duty as one of the principal confessors appointed to the Convent of Saint Claire to make proper enquiry as to the morals and habits of all its inmates even when not professed nuns or even novices. I think the presence of your mother and aunt will rid the proceedings of all impropriety. Undoubtedly, the Abbess has completely satisfied her mind as to your sex and purity, but I should like to satisfy myself, just for form's sake you know. So Mademoiselle Augustine, I will trouble you to come near to me and take up your petticoats.”

At this I hesitated considerably, but my mother from the other side of the table nodded and smiled at me, and my aunt whispered, “Go to him. It is only fun!” So I went around to the side of the table where his reverence was sitting with his arm around my mother's waist, and deliberately lifted my petticoats. This displayed to the delight – but not to the surprise – of all present, my fine cock and its dangling balls in all their glory. Indeed my prick had been more or less stiff ever since I had entered the convent walls. There had been a temporary lull during supper, but feeling my aunt's cunt and hearing her lascivious story had brought the hardness on again with increased vigor, and I felt as if I should burst. I reddened as my mother laughed, and Agatha came from her side of the table to have a nearer view, but Father Eustace preserved his solemn manner and laid hold of my throbbing cock as if was ascertaining the weight and measurement of it. Finally, on trying to force it downwards from its upright standard, and failing, he turned around to my mother, saying with approval, “He is his father's own son.”

“Certainly, dear Eustace,” replied my mother. “I am glad that you recall your youth in him again.”

“Well,” replied the priest, “I am not so old that I can't raise my prick up. In spite of all the nuns and novices I have fucked in the course of my duty, I am far from being worn out yet. Look here, young gentleman!” he ordered. “You are not full grown yet, and, I doubt not, will become much larger. But I hardly think you will ever be able to show such a lordly tool as mine.”

So saying, he rose up, and opening his robe, disclosed an enormous dark-hued, purple-topped weapon, that, but for the color, would not have disgraced a donkey. His balls were more like those of a young bull than anything human. But the ladies weren't afraid. On the contrary, they regarded us with looks of admiration and longing. My aunt even passed her arm around my neck and whispered, “Your father's is larger, dear Auguste, and Henriette is welcome to it. I prefer yours.”

Father Eustace ended the exhibition by saying, “I take great interest in you, young gentleman; you are the son of a beautiful lady who is very dear to me.” At this, my mother gave him a loving and grateful glance. “Under other circumstances such a bold experiment as you have ventured upon might have cost you your life. Yet, I will grant you such privileges as are never accorded except to the legitimate shepherds of the flock, such as priests, monks, confessors, and such like, always in the performance of their duty.”

Here I fancied he winked at the Mother Superior, and she certainly laughed. However, he went on to say that I might have the run of the convent as far as the young ladies were concerned, both nuns and novices. He was not much afraid of scandal, for evil days were coming and the Convent of St. Claire would be suppressed among others, so that he didn't much care if all the pretty young nuns and novices had their virginity taken.

“By the way, Sister Agatha,” he continued, “are there any maids in the Convent now… pretty ones I mean?”

“Oh yes,” replied my aunt, “a few. There's Louise and Agnes of course – she is very strict indeed. And I believe the novice Adele has never had a man between her thighs, though I have reason to think she has lost her maidenhead.”

“I suppose she has to thank your ladyship for that,” said Father Eustace, smiling.

“Certainly,” replied my aunt in a businesslike way, “I wanted to amuse myself, and thought it would do her good.”

“Oh, of course,” said he, “you are privileged to do as you like. Well, about this fine lad, let him do as he likes among them, only let him wear this pretty dress still – it will cause less scandal and gain him entry to all the recesses of the convent. Then you may turn him loose among them like a young stag among a herd of does.”

“Not before he spends a night with me,” hastily interposed my aunt.

“Oh, Agatha, you ought to be ashamed of yourself,” exclaimed my mother, while Father Eustace laughed loudly and remarked that fucking between relatives so near of kin was not allowed by the Canons of the Church!

While this was going on, my aunt whispered to me, “I will grant you every pleasure that you can possibly conceive!” To which I breathed in reply, “Indeed my beautiful aunt, I long to throw you down the sofa and split you up this very minute!”

By this time Father Eustace, who had imbibed a good deal of wine, recovered from his fit of laughter and said, “But damn the Canons of the Church! I never cared about them, and if they do away with them and the Church too, I don't much care. I'll get a commission in the army! And so, my dear lad, you may fuck your Aunt Agatha if you have a fancy for it. She is really a very splendid woman and I'll give you a dispensation for poking an Abbess. Mind you do it with vigor and style though, or she will never forgive you. Indeed, you had better give her a few inches in the presence of your beautiful mother and myself. We are both good judges and I should like to see if you resemble me in other particulars besides the mere length of your prick.”