her reservoir of pearly nectar and uncork my own stream of sparkling vintage. I forced myself deeper and deeper until our mounts fairly ground together, the hairs mingling and our bellies scraping. So constricted was her passage around my shaft that that three or four strokes were all that was required to bring me to the bursting point. I could feel the swell of my bursting cock-head as it filled with the rush of my boiling sperm. At the same time, Louise released a flow of warm fluid that fairly erupted from her nearly filled slit and mixed with the blood of her broken maidenhead to ooze down her milky thighs. I exploded into her, spasming into her until I was left spent and lifeless.
As I lay prostrate on Louise's body, thinking with a sort of languid satisfaction of this being the first maidenhead that I had ever had the pleasure of enjoying, saucy Adele considered it an excellent opportunity to ascertain whether or not her suspicions as to my sex were correct. Accordingly, she commenced pulling my rump about in a most indecent manner, and very soon confirmed that my balls at any rate were fixtures.
“And I have no doubt,” she said, addressing Emilie, “that the prick is equally genuine, as we shall find out when this young gentleman condescends to draw his sword out of the scabbard. Indeed, Emilie, I think we should pull him off that exhausted girl, both for her sake and ours. Suppose someone were to come in? Indeed, I'm surprised Sister Agnes has not been here long ago. She generally manages to intrude herself when any romping or fun is going on and either reports us for improper behavior or casts a chill over us by her prudish language and manners.”
“Well,” replied Emilie, “I not only expect her, but hope she will come in presently, but not quite yet. So I quite agree with you that we had better get our performers into a more decorous position, get their dresses and hair into something like order, and give them some refreshment. I dare say the gentleman wants it as well as the lady.”
“Pray, Mademoiselle Emilie, when and how did you come to know the sex of this handsome young fellow?” asked Adele. “Was it revealed to you in a dream? A wet dream? Or did he himself reveal the fact to you in your waking moments when you had your petticoats up and your legs open? I don't know where of course, but perhaps in the corridor, or in the water closet, or in your own bedroom? There now, you're blushing. I declare I thought you had forgotten how to do so.”
Emilie replied, laughing, “Never you mind, saucy girl, how I acquired my knowledge. But please, when Agnes makes her appearance, follow my lead, and back up what you see me and the so-called Mademoiselle d'Ermonville proposing, talking about, or doing with regard to her. Now let's give these used up turtledoves a glass of wine.”
While they were conversing together, they had managed to get our dresses into something like order. We had hardly finished our refreshment when Sister Agnes entered and was received by the young ladies politely and kindly, if not affectionately.
I was duly and formally introduced as Mademoiselle d'Ermonville, and she immediately said, “Oh yes, I know! I had the honor of making the acquaintance of your mother, Mademoiselle. She is walking in the garden with Father Eustace. It shows a blessed disposition on her part to choose the society of the virtuous and good!”
Here Emilie began to cough, and I – to conceal my laughter – began to beg Sister Agnes to join me in taking a glass of wine. She replied that it was not her custom before noon, but she would break her rules in order to welcome a stranger so estimable as Mademoiselle d'Ermonville. All this was very pleasant and decorous, and while it passed, I had leisure to form my ideas of Sister Agnes as far as her outward appearance went.
She was tall, well shaped and decidedly good looking, but neither her face nor her figure had that healthy plumpness of contour, which is one of the most attractive features of girlhood, and she was little more than a girl. Her face, too, was pale, though not unhealthily so. Altogether, I felt convinced that common report was right, and that Sister Agnes kept the vigils and fasts as prescribed by the church with the greatest strictness… too strictly perhaps for her health. Of course the natural result of such asceticism was that her temper was slightly soured, and that she looked with an angry eye on the rompings, playfulness, and other less pardonable amusements occasionally indulged in by the novices and the younger members of the sisterhood. Of this peculiarity, the astute Emilie took advantage, as will be shortly narrated, to raise Agnes' anger to the desired point of her taking both Emilie and myself into the dreaded presence of the Lady Abbess of St. Claire.
Anonymous
The Nunnery Tales
Chapter Five
“Tell me, sister Emilie, how have you been entertaining our guest?” asked Agnes after a short time.
“She has been entertaining us,” was Emilie's reply. “She has been telling us about the young ladies, and the handsome men, and the imprisonments, and the executions, and the processions in the streets. They must be extraordinary, with handsome women completely naked, representing Goddesses of Reason, or something or other and all sorts of wonderful things.”
“All most blasphemous and indecent,” interposed Sister Agnes angrily. “I wonder that Mademoiselle d'Ermonville could not find more profitable subjects to talk about.”
“Oh, let me assure you sister Agnes,” said I, “I have been endeavoring to persuade these young ladies that in all my experience of the Court as it used to be, or of the present altered state of society, I have never met three such lovely girls as I have seen since I have visited the convent of St. Claire. And now indeed,” said I looking at Agnes, “I may say four and not three.”
“Your compliments are quite thrown away upon me, Mademoiselle,” she gravely replied, “and I think you might be better employed than in turning the heads of these giddy girls with flattery and nonsense.”
“Their heads, my dear Mademoiselle Agnes…” I said, ”…bless your innocence, I've been looking at these legs as well! These three beauties had some dispute as to who of the three had the prettiest legs, and I have had some difficulty in deciding; perhaps you will assist me?”
At this indelicate proposal, Agnes seemed struck dumb with horror, but on my giving a signal to Emilie and Adele, they took the hint immediately and Louise followed their example, though with some hesitation. Each of them placed one of their little feet upon the divan that had just served as the altar for Louise's sacrifice; drawing up their petticoats, they displayed their graceful legs. On these proceedings, Agnes looked with a tremendous frown.
I suppose she thought that any interference on her part was useless, and was concocting an accusation to lay before the Superior. In the most impudent way, I called her attention to the pretty show, remarking, “You see? It is not very easy to form a judgment or to give a preference where all three are so nearly perfect in their own particular way. Emilie's legs are the largest and show the most muscular development, while Louise's are very delicate and graceful. On the other hand, Adele, proud of her white thighs, has exhibited very good taste in wearing red silk stockings. The contrast between scarlet and white is very striking; indeed, it is a pity that we have not two or three fine young gentlemen here to appreciate it!”
While I was making these impudent remarks, I kept handling the limbs submitted for my inspection in the most indecorous way. I didn't merely stroke the legs but proceeded well up the thick part of each girl's thighs. And because Adele was the only one of the three whom I had not fucked that morning, curiosity induced me to feel what sort of furry treasure she concealed. I did so, and gave her cunt a good rummaging with my forefinger, at which she giggled with delight.
At all this, Agnes purpled and became very angry, chiefly towards Emilie, who she said had been long enough in the convent to know that such indecencies were not permitted. She added that she would report us all to the Superior, so that the novices might be severely punished, and I might be sent away to carry my lascivious worldly practices elsewhere.
All this tended towards the object that Emilie and I had in view; but she, who was a devil for mischief, resolved to bring matters to a climax.
“Oh, Sister Agnes,” she said, “you can't be so cruel. The fact is, Mademoiselle Augustine has the best shape of any girl in the nunnery, and is quite vexed when she hears anyone else praised. You have no idea what fine legs and thighs she has, and she is as proud of them notwithstanding her prudery as a young married lady is of a big belly.”
