“But as we entered, we not only saw Jean there, but Marie also. Upon expressing my surprise, she apologized, but said that the stinking brute, for this was the disrespectful way in which she spoke of Monsieur Sylvian, was ill – that he had over-fucked himself, or over-drank himself – so that she came out to enjoy the fresh air and to see Jean, her cousin.
“I begged her to stay and not to go away, on my account.
“Robert said, 'Oh! Please Mademoiselle, permit her to stay for Jean's sake. I will take care of Annette, and I wish there was some handsome young viscount here to entertain your ladyship!'
“I wondered what on earth he meant, but my attention became speedily absorbed in what he and Jean were doing. The first thing Jean did was to fasten the heifer by the head in one of the large roomy stalls the stable contained, putting two or three strong posts or cross bars from that appropriated to the bull. Next Robert led out the magnificent beast while Jean shook out two trusses of straw on the floor where he had been standing, muttering something about clean and dry for the ladies to stand on, but I found out afterwards that the straw was to serve other purposes besides standing on, but I will not anticipate. No sooner was the majestic bull introduced to the young heifer than Jean fastened down behind them two heavy wooden bars; thus we were in safety outside, but Robert remained inside with the animal to Annette's great distress, who begged him to come out or the bull would kill him! Robert coolly replied that the bull had something else to do at present, and that he would come out as soon as he had done his duty, in less than a minute.
“By this time, I partly guessed what all these proceeding would lead to. As for Annette, I thought she knew from the first.
“But I was surprised when I saw the stupendous animal-cock erected by the bull when he proceeded to mount the heifer. Imagine, young ladies if you can, a large carrot at least a yard long, with a huge pair of white dangling balls, each apparently as large as those balloons we sometimes see little boys with in the street. It now seemed that it was Robert's business to guide this huge machine to its destination – a most unnecessary proceeding it seemed to me, or else how does the animal manage to effect his purpose when in the wild.
“But after he inserted the end of the bull's rod in the bonny heifer's open cunt, the poor creature absolutely shrinking and cringing under the enormous weight and tremendous shoves of the monstrous brute on top of her, Robert slipped out under the bars and stood contemplating the spectacle with one arm around Annette's waist, while he whispered something to her. She seemed very much excited and said something about Mademoiselle.
“'Oh, You'll excuse us won't you, Mademoiselle de Fleury?' said Robert. 'You see young men and young girls too, get excited by such a pretty scene as this. Annette and I are old sweethearts and Jean will take care of Marie.' I told them not to mind me. But my remark was unnecessary as far as Jean and Marie were concerned, for that stout youth had already got his cousin's petticoats up and his own breeches down. With one hand, he rammed under her cunt and with the other, he forced her backwards among the clean straw.
“Annette was treated more delicately. She was dressed neatly and even elegantly, and had no notion of being thrust backwards and having her neat frock and underclothing disarranged. Bidding her lover wait a moment, she spread her shawl on the straw to prevent its scratching her fair rump, I suppose, and then neatly and tidily gathering up her clothes, she seated herself with her back and shoulders supported by another truss, and opened her thighs wide and put her knees up. Then with a smile, she invited Robert to come on, an invitation which he was by no means slow in accepting. He had been taking his breeches down in the meantime and gathering up his shirt, and his noble cock stood forth in all its naked majesty! Depend upon it, my dear girls, that there is nothing in nature equal to a healthy man's standing prick; there are all shapes and all sizes; some are thick, some are slender, some are short or long and thick, but they are all good in their way. Perhaps it seems somewhat presumptuous of me to talk to you in this way, especially as I was virginal until this morning, when naughty Auguste, who I don't doubt is now fingering Sister Agnes' cunt, robbed me of my maidenhead, hurt me and made me bleed. But still you see, Lady Agatha, I have seen what every girl has not seen.
Now Sylvian's prick was an uncommonly large and thick instrument, and half again as large as Robert's. But Robert's cock, about nine inches long, of a delicate light brown in color, well fringed at the root with dark hair, the end like a scarlet egg, was one of the finest objects I had ever seen, and quite worthy of the honor of admission into Annette's pretty little cunt. How the worthy Robert was to shove himself into that little orifice without splitting it open and spoiling my attendant, I could not at first perceive. But it is my private belief that he had plumbed that territory before and knew the way in. At any rate, if he had not been, somebody or something else had, for there was no screaming, no begging for mercy, no bleeding – nothing, in fact, at all of what I was expecting. Robert exhibited very great judgment and good taste even in the height of his lascivious delight, for he consulted Annette's feelings by asking her, 'Are you nearly ready darling?' The only reply she made was dragging his face down to hers until their mouths seemed glued together, and twining her well-shaped legs around his loins as if she meant to break his back. With this, Robert began to drive his cock into her pouting pussy with a force and power to which his former efforts were a trifle. There was some convulsive heaving and wriggling of Annette's posteriors, then Robert shoved his weapon in up to the balls and sank down quietly, letting it remain there, while the girl gasped for breath.
“I had been so anxiously watching the pleasure of my chambermaid and her lover that I had not paid much attention to Jean and Marie, who were only a couple of yards off in another part of the stall. But with regard to them, I could easily perceive that Jean had not treated Marie with the same delicacy with which Robert behaved to Annette. On the contrary, he must have charged into her poor cunt most recklessly, merely for the satisfaction of his own lust; after satisfying himself, which he apparently managed to do in about a minute, he had recovered himself very quickly, for while Robert and Annette were yet lying languidly in each other's arms. The young lad was turning his cousin over on her hands and knees, proposing to have his second fuck rump uppermost. Of course, as Marie seemed to like her cousin and enjoy his fucking in the way he pleased, I could not blame him. But their new position produced an effect I did not anticipate. Madame knows very well, and the most innocent of all young ladies can understand, that the posterior style and posture I have described exposes the whole person of both actor and actress in the plainest manner. It exhibits every shove on the part of the youth and every wriggle on the part of the girl's rump. In this instance, it was so to the fullest extent.
“Robert lay lazily on Annette's plump bosom, and hearing rustling in the straw, raised his head. Seeing what was going on, he hinted to his sweetheart to draw her attention that way. 'He has a very fine cock for a lad of his age,' remarked Robert in a critical sort of way!
“'Yes,' replied Annette, 'and she is not a bad sort of girl for a peasant girl; well-shaped buttocks and thighs and two very nice little holes, considering the beastly work with Sylvian she has had to go through lately. I do so hope that Jean will get her with ch-child: it will be be-better than a l-l-litter of m-m-monkeys, at any r-a-a-t- e.”
I wondered what on earth made Annette begin to stutter and stammer and gasp for breath as she was speaking. Turning my gaze from the dog-fucking couple, I perceived that Monsieur Robert, who had never withdrawn his weapon from its warmly moistened sheath, was beginning to recover himself, and was plunging in and out slowly, and evidently very effectually. His expanding flesh-pole filled Annette's eager canal, stretching the tender lips and plumbing the inner reaches until his balls slapped her upturned buttocks with the ferocity of his thrusts.
“This couple was so very quiet and exhibited so much propriety that I was not afraid to ask Annette if she liked it, and whether such a great thing shoved into her body did not hurt her. She answered in broken sentences that it was most delicious, and that she felt the fiery throbbing tip of Robert's prick tickling her kidneys.
“Now if you want to know if these proceedings excited me, I must candidly reply that they did. Though I did not know the meaning of my own emotions, I was aware of a strange feeling coming over me and almost fainting. I leaned against one of the posts in the stable for support. I stood with my legs somewhat apart, and involuntarily emitted a small quantity of some liquor or other from my secret parts – quite enough to moisten my chemise, spot my stockings in two or three places, and even drop on the ground between my legs.
“But I felt much relieved by this evacuation, and as Annette had by this time got as much poking as was good for her, we prepared to depart. I assured the happy couples that I would not betray their secrets, and Robert hoped that some day I might find a worthy young gentleman to give me similar pleasure. But I am afraid, Lady Mother, that I am making too long a story and will weary you and these girls, permit me therefore to conclude.
“Very shortly after the interesting events which I have just related, my father summoned me home. As
