effectively. Then, with three tremendous shoves, he practically split my poor, gaping cunt and so achieved his purpose. I was no longer a maid! After three more ramming thrusts, I felt a warm thick discharge injected into the very innermost sanctuary of my private parts, and my handsome young ravisher sank languidly down on my body, removed the cushion from my face and covered it with kisses instead. Indeed, he should have been grateful; he had all the pleasure and I had all the pain. When he had quite recovered himself, he begged my pardon for the slight violence he had been obliged to use, and explained that when a young girl has her virginity taken, she could not help in ordinary cases screaming a little. For fear of any one hearing me and coming to see what the matter was, he had been obliged to use coercive measures, lest my reputation should be compromised. He then with his pocket-handkerchief wiped my violated cunt, which indeed was necessary as it was all wet with blood and stuff like saliva. This done, I felt more comfortable. Then he said he would go downstairs, giving out that it was my orders that I should be served with some chocolate, some jelly, and a glass of liquor. I expressed my thanks at the prospect of this refreshment, on which he further offered to try and get hold of a bottle of champagne. If he could, he said he would smuggle it upstairs and it would do us both good.
“Then he took his departure, after tucking in that long and graceful piston, arranging his breeches and smoothing his hair, and trying to look as if nothing had been taking place. As for me, he recommended that I rest myself during the quarter of an hour he would be absent, and look at the remainder of the pictures contained in his wicked and attractive book. There, my dears, in every possible position that a man and the most voluptuous woman could submit to, were the happy lovers represented, with the lady kneeling down, peeping under her belly at her lover's performance, or striding over him taking the larger share of the work herself. To further excite her favorite, I suppose, in some of the photos, she was permitting him to shove his prick into what are not usually considered legitimate orifices, such as her asshole, or her mouth… all very pleasant I dare say, but not very proper. However, in this instance, they served Victor's purpose, namely that of exciting me. So that when he returned bringing with him not only the wine, chocolate and jelly, but also the champagne, I felt not only glad of the refreshment, but also of his company. Being further excited by the wine, and his explanations and remarks about the bedroom that night, I told him I would grant him every indulgence that lay in a girl's power, and that if not, we might find opportunities either in the garden by day time or in my mother's apartments when her ladyship was out.
Anonymous
The Nunnery Tales
Chapter Seven
At this period of Emilie's story, I noticed a good deal of agitation among the young ladies of her audience.
For instance, Adele was kneeling with her head between the Abbess' thighs; what she was doing I could not exactly see. Emilie herself was sitting with her legs open, perfectly unconcerned, while Louise was fumbling about her secret parts.
My aunt very sensibly remarked, “I think, Emilie, my love, you had better stop a little, for I perceive that narration of your delightful adventures with the handsome young page and the consequent loss of your maidenhead has produced the usual effect upon the minds and bodies of the young ladies present.”
I do not know what effect it was producing upon the minds of the young ladies, but I do know what effect it was producing upon the prick of a certain young gentleman. In spite of all my previous exertions, my cock began to erect his ruby head as if to look about him for some new victim. That, as the reader will recollect, I could not find very easily, as I had fucked the Lady Abbess and every girl in the room excepting Adele; but as Agnes was sitting upon my knee, I had not far to search for the requisite accommodation. Ah, when a man has youth and health on his side, what a choice of delights he has! How easily his course is made clear for him! And how frequently he can repeat his enjoyments, and with what impunity! But enough moralizing. As I began to make known my lustful intentions, to shift the position of Agnes' naked rump upon my knees, she blushingly whispered in my ears, “Dearest Auguste, I am so sore. I fear that I cannot bear your loving embraces any more today.” To which I replied that I would rather fuck her than anybody else, but that my animal passions had got to such a pitch that I must really quench the heat and fever of my monster of a cock in some girl's warm pussy. I told her also that I had fucked every girl there except Adele, and she, I had reason to think, was kept by my aunt for her own unnatural purpose. This Agnes declared to be nonsense.
In the meantime, my aunt, who had been whispering to Adele, called to us and demanded to know what we two young folks were talking about.
“Indeed,” she said, “Auguste, we are all rather jealous of Agnes. You have been monopolizing her for the last half hour. She has been sitting, as I can see, with her bare bottom on your bare lap, and St. Claire only knows what you may have been doing to her before all our faces.” She said all this very good humoredly, but with a little evident spice of jealously.
I replied that neither she or any of the charming girls around us need be in the least degree jealous, for however good my will might be, my sweet friend (upon which Agnes kissed me) felt very sore, and I had too much consideration for any charming girl to force my throbbing weapon into her tender cunt hole when she was sore and bleeding.
I'm afraid, of course, that this was not exactly true and that if there had been no other girl or woman in the room but Agnes, she would have had to suffer either in front or behind, sore or not sore.
As it was, my considerate speech was very well received. Adele especially was very loud in her commendations and thought I was quite right; no young girl ought to be fucked more than once, at least not on the first day at any rate.
The sly girl knew that I had passed the night with the Lady Superior, that I had fucked Emilie in the morning and subsequently had taken the maidenheads of Louise and Agnes.
So not unnaturally, she thought and hoped that perhaps her turn was coming. And I have no doubt but that she expressed herself to this effect in the whispered exchange which I have alluded to as taking place between her and my aunt.
My aunt raised herself from the sofa, saying, “My love, do not distress yourself, you shall have it! I want you to dildo me, for you have had some little experience, more than any of the other young ladies. And dear Auguste shall fuck you at the same time. I know how to arrange it so that his drilling into you while you have the instrument in me will give you additional impetus so that I shall have the benefit of your enjoyment at second hand.”
“Oh, that will be delightful,” exclaimed Adele, running to fetch the necessary instrument.
Meanwhile, my aunt proceeded deliberately to strip off her robe and petticoats, leaving herself in her shift and stockings.
Then she coolly proceeded to examine her luscious, moss-bedewed cunt, pulling the lips slightly asunder and inserting her finger. She worked it in and out, thrusting it inside to the knuckle, then withdrawing it until she merely tickled the nub of flesh that bulged at the threshold of her slit. I hope she found everything satisfactory. Of one thing I am quite certain, namely that I had not hurt her, whatever I had done to the rest of the young ladies. As for me, I was preparing for action by taking off my silk frock and the skirts and flounces which I knew would be in the way of my intended operations. In this, Agnes kindly assisted my awkwardness so that when Adele returned to the room stark naked with the dildo strapped around her waist, my aunt was ready to receive her and I to fuck her.
“Ah, you did right to strip yourself,” murmured my aunt. “Your stockings contrast very well with her creamy skin, don't they Auguste? And I hope you have got the dildo strapped so as not to interfere with his getting into you from behind. Stoop down with your thighs a little open so that the handsome imposter there can see for himself if he considers the passage clear. In the meantime, I will get myself into the most suitable position – you'll take care of me, and my nephew with the long legs and standing prick, will take good care of you, I'm sure.” Taking this hint, I knelt down, pulling open her buttocks to get a clear view of my path to her tight little crevice.
The dildo was strapped well on her belly, the road to her cunt was free, and I reached under and pulled the lips open. They were smooth and moist; the inner folds had the hue of conch, all pink and shiny. My aunt, in the meantime, had, with the assistance of Emilie, laid herself down on the table so that her rump touched the edge. When Adele approached her, she threw her legs over the young girl's shoulders, and Adele immediately thrust her
