“It is to be presumed that Robert and Phillippe enjoyed their wine in the rumble seat outside. If they did, my arrangement was most satisfactory to all parties. As for Victor, he seemed perfectly wild for joy at finding himself inside the carriage with me and Fanchette. I was not much less pleased, for my sensual feelings had been considerably excited by the little double game we had just witnessed, and my pretty Fanchette moved uneasily in her seat as if something had tickled her. I dare say she felt as if a strong fleshpole driven into her would bolt her into her place comfortably enough.
“'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.
“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.
“A plump rosy faced girl was on her hands and knees on the dresser, and Robert was fucking her as if his salvation depended upon his banging her rump black and blue. Phillippe had got a tall, Gypsy looking girl (the chamber-maid I suppose) leaning with her face against the pantry door, with her buttocks stuck out! He was fucking her mare fashion. But whether he was confining himself to legitimate fucking, I could not tell, and most certainly did not ask. My opinion is he was getting in anywhere he could find a hole. But worst of all, and a sight most shocking to the motherly eyes of my landlady, was the sight of her Rosalie, really a very handsome girl – with pretensions to ladylike manners – with her long well dressed legs contentedly crossed over the back of Antoine, our courier. He was fucking Rosalie as contentedly and heartily as if they had just been married and had retired to their bridal couch with the blessings of their parents and relatives! But instead, he was violating a young girl whom he had never seen before, on a table in the middle of the kitchen in broad daylight under the nose of her father and mother and a dozen other people besides! Here was a pretty state of things!
“The old lady gave one shriek of rage and horror, and seizing a broomstick, was doubtless going to annihilate everything and everybody, beginning with her husband, who was staggering forward to depreciate her wrath by explaining, I presume, that the young folks were only amusing each other.
“That would have had his skull cracked I doubt not, only, just as the blow was about to descend, old Jacques gave him an adroit shove and toppled him over on his hands and knees right in front of his wife. She screamed out for help, and as Jacques stepped forward, I thought he was going to help her up. This I considered a pity, as she would only cause more violence and confusion, and could not possibly mend matters, much less maidenheads. But I did my worthy old coachman an injustice. Instead of helping her up, he deliberately seated himself upon her. While his solid weight kept the half-stunned old woman from rising, he calmly smoked his pipe, and looked benignly around him as if he were a benefactor to his species. Upon my word, the mere recollection of this absurd climax to this indecent scene makes me laugh.
“When Victor perceived the masterstroke of policy performed by old Jacques, he called out to the other young fellows, 'Make haste now, you abominable ravishers, and put your fair friends out of their pain. You are a lucky fellow, Antoine, to make good with such a pretty lady-like girl to fuck. But if you do not look sharp and get on your saddle, you will find yourself very unlucky, for old Jacques cannot sit on the old woman all day. When she gets up, she will most assuredly avenge her daughter's lost maidenhead by giving you a broken head with that broom, or a poker, or some other cheerful instrument. The other girls don't so much matter.'
“On hearing this, Antoine, who had finished Rosalie, and was only luxuriously resting on her snow-white belly while his prick lay soaking in its pretty sheath, at once arose and hurried out to the stables, buttoning himself up as he went. As Rosalie lay back exhausted with her clothes still up and her cunt wide open, I took compassion on her helplessness and assisted her off the table, telling her to go up to my room, and instructing her to tell my maid to wash her and assist her in arranging her dress. I promised to join her directly. I hinted to Victor and Jacques that they should join me in asserting to the old lady that her daughter had been sitting with my waiting maid in my chamber during the last half hour, and that Antoine set out for Paris as soon as he finished his dinner. The idea of bullying the old lady out of the evidence of her own eyes tickled them amazingly, and they readily adopted the idea, promising to communicate with Robert and Phillippe.
“These rogues, it appeared, had not been satisfied with one fuck each. When they had concluded the first round, they agreed to change partners. Phillippe had taken the girl which Robert had just finished, and laying her down flat on her face on the dresser, rammed into her fat rump in his usual beastly style while Robert, keeping Phillippe's chamber-maid pinned up against the door, did not behave much better as he reamed her arse.
“But all fucking, even of the most varied character, must come to an end, and both these rogues seemed fairly exhausted when they drew their pricks out of their respective sheaths. As they buttoned up and applied themselves to the brandy bottle, I told them to give the poor girls some, and left them with Victor and Jacques to stupefy the half-stunned landlady. I proceeded upstairs to my chamber and found Rosalie looking very much refreshed. A glass of champagne completed her restoration, and when I told her of the story I had ordered my men to palm off upon her mother, she was exceedingly grateful, and exclaimed that I was an angel of mercy.
“It was now near time for our departure, and I summoned Victor to have the horses put to the carriage and make everything ready for our departure. He came up and said that he had already taken it upon himself to do so, as he feared that if Robert and Phillippe drank any more brandy, they would become drunk and useless. He also reported that, as to the family servants, the worthy hostess did not seem to care if they had been fucked until their two holes were knocked into one. But she was very indignant about her daughter, and did not half believe her story about her absence upstairs, evidently being under the impression that she had run off with that villain of a debauched Parisian courier.
“On this, a pretty idea struck me. 'Fanchette,' said I, 'take Rosalie downstairs with you and assure the hostess of the truth of the statement that she has been here half an hour or so, and that Antoine has been gone any time you like to mention. Take my purse with you, and settle the account liberally; that will put her in a good humor. And give those two severely fucked girls a small present.'
“Do you see, my friends, how cleverly I managed to clear the room of the two girls and keep my maid some short time downstairs too? Of course, Master Victor did not hurry himself to leave the room. On the contrary, when he had seen the two girls fairly out, he shut and bolted the door. I, knowing that there was no time for any nonsense, had already taken up my clothes and laid myself on my back on the outside of the bed with my knees up and my thighs wide open!
“'Oh! When shall I ever see such charms again!' exclaimed the enraptured page as he pressed his lips alternately to my lips, my bosom, my limbs, and my cunt. 'So white, so delicate, and yet so agile, and so passionately warm!' So saying he leaped on the bed, got between my thighs, and viewed with delight the mossy orifice he designed to enter. Then gently placing the shining knob between the lips, he threw forward the whole weight of his body and I felt his balls right up against my bottom at the very first shove. Whether the dear fellow thought that it was the last fuck or not that he was going to get out of me, I don't know, but he seemed determined it would be a good one. Twice I thought he was going to finish me. But he restrained himself, resting as it were, and only gave slight and gentle pushes. Then he collected himself for a final effort. He seemed to inject his very life and soul into me in the shape of warm jetting cream.
“Before we parted, he vowed and declared that he loved me better than his life, and that, whether he remained at my mother's house or not, he would find the means to hear if I left the convent. Then we prudently resolved to have no more communication with each other until I arrived at the holy place. This resolution we strictly adhered to with the exception of a warm pressure of the hand which I received as he assisted me to leave the carriage at the gates.
“The remainder of my story since entering your house,” she concluded to the Mother Superior, “you, my honored lady, know as well as I can tell you. Suffice it to say in concluding my long and tedious story, that I have been much happier here than ever I expected to be – and have had infinitely more pleasure than I could ever have dreamed of.”
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The Nunnery Tales