hips forward and shoved the ivory velvet-headed tube into its destined receptacle. I, on my part, first slightly lubricated with my tongue the sanctuary I was going to violate, licking all around and within the smiling lips and then introduced my fiery cock-head. I found that the position Adele was occupying relative to my aunt was an admirable one for my penetrating the very innermost parts of the fine fat-rumped novice.
Moreover, if I had desired additional pleasure, I had further gratification in admiring my aunt's finely curved legs and ripe bosom, to say nothing of the sensual gratification expressed on her face as Adele began to warm into her work, assisted no doubt by the vigorous shoves and plunges with which I was penetrating her person. I should mention here that when I made my third drive into her widely stretched pussy, which was a vigorous one, she gave a slight scream; the only sympathy which that elicited from the others was, “Open your thighs wide, my sweet friend!” from my aunt, “Don't mind her screaming, Auguste! She has got no maidenhead. I took that. Fuck her hard; the road's clear enough!” So I began to ram her brutally while reaching around and crushing her swaying tits with my grasping hands.
Just as Lady Agatha had got worked up to her utmost ecstasy and required the two or three last heavy thrusts and the injection of the warm cream from the dildo, Mademoiselle Adele found herself in exactly the same predicament! This I perceived by her beginning to catch her breath, to wriggle her bottom about violently, to call upon my name with every term of endearment, and to seem to be entirely forgetful of her Superior's open cunt before her. All this was because she felt the rapturous effects of my glorious prick behind her, pounding into her love cave with dogged regularity. All this time my aunt was exclaiming, “Push harder, Adele, harder, you silly girl, and give me milk.” But it was too late. I felt Adele losing her rhythm almost helplessly, and it was well for her that I, though on the very verge of spurting into her, still retained my presence of mind.
Already I felt her warm lovestream spouting forth and deluging my cock up to the very roots, literally saturating the hair. I saw there was no time to be lost. I caught her firmly in my arms and gave two or three tremendous shoves so as to force the dildo into my aunt's belly as far as it would go. Then, applying my hands to the elastic balls of the instrument, I effected the required ejection to my aunt's great delight. She murmured, “That's very nice. I feared I was going to miss it!” and sank down upon her pillow in a dreamy state of enjoyment.
As for me, I held my fair friend firmly in my arms, and in one second, I felt my cock expand to bursting and supplied her with such a liberal allowance of what I may call “essential oil” that it actually overflowed her generous cunt and trickled down her white thighs, showing very conspicuously against her scarlet stockings, to the intense delight of the three girls, Emilie, Agnes, and Louise, who had been by no means unconcerned or even idle spectators of this little drama.
At the very start of the proceedings, I had heard Emilie say to Louise, “Go, dear and fetch me a candle, a good large one. Never mind whether it is lighted at a shrine or not, bring it here.” And away ran Louise.
On her return, she found Emilie upon the sofa lately occupied by my aunt, her petticoats drawn up, one long leg stuck over the back of the sofa while the foot of the other rested upon the floor. Of course the exposure of the person was as complete as anyone could desire. Her pink little pussy slit below the generously thatched mount was full open to my hungry gaze and so occupied any glances that I could spare from my immediate business.
On Louise's making her appearance with the candle, a huge one, Emilie told her to insert it in her gaping orifice, a hint which Louise, perhaps inspired by the scene she saw enacted on the table, or a grateful remembrance of my services to her, was not slow to take. She shoved the candle well into Emilie, at least as far as she considered safe. Then she commenced to work it with the judgment of an expert practitioner. And what was poor Agnes doing all this time?”
I rather think that very charming and virtuous young lady was regretting that she had ever pleaded soreness as an excuse for not being fucked. The devotion she was exhibiting toward my person led me to suppose that she would not have been very sorry to have been in Adele's place, sore cunt and all.
For she knelt down, and not only kissed my naked thrusting buttocks repeatedly, but extended her attentions to my cock. She kissed and licked it in such a way as would have raised an erection in the most useless man that ever lived. She slid her tongue along the shaft and balls and even swallowed the head upon its withdrawal from Adele's greedy cunt. Once I'd reinserted it, Agnes returned to whatever of the shaft was exposed to her swirling tongue. Of course, Adele had the benefit of the proceedings, though at the conclusion of the act, Agnes enjoyed a slight sprinkling of warm cream upon her pretty face.
At any rate, she was the only person among us with any presence of mind or energy to do anything. I sank down in an easy chair, Lady Agatha remained on the table, Adele lay down on an ottoman and Emilie and Louise lay together on the sofa with their arms around each other and their lips pressed together. The candle still protruded from between Emilie's thighs while the melting wax mingled with her own juices. It was an interesting group certainly; a painter or sculptor might have searched the world over for an exhibition of more splendid limbs, or more graceful shapes. A libertine would have been driven frantic at the display of white rumps, mossy cunts, fat thighs, plump bosoms and blushing nipples, all displayed without pretence of concealment.
The effect of this display was heightened by the air of voluptuous languor and total abandonment exhibited by all of us. The only exception was Agnes. She evidently thought that something should be done to preserve a semblance of decency. She first of all turned her attention to me, and I gratefully acknowledged her kindness in wiping my prick carefully and gently with her handkerchief. Then she slipped my frock over my head and fastened it loosely. So I was pretty comfortable, especially after I had gone to the buffet and helped myself to a tumbler of champagne.
Agnes pulled Louise off of Emilie and requested her to put a wrapper or loose frock of some kind upon Adele, at the same time removing the candle and drawing down Emilie's petticoats, so that she was pretty decent. Then she turned her attention towards her Lady Superior, who being pretty well accustomed to such attacks, was not in a very deplorable state of dress. But she gratefully acknowledged Agnes' kindness in drying her cunt and bringing her a glass of wine. My aunt proceeded with her help to robe herself and managed, to my surprise and admiration, to appear in a few minutes as if nothing had happened.
When order had been thus partially restored, the Lady Superior remarked, “I hope, Emilie, you do not feel too fatigued to continue your story. Ah, you naughty girl,” she continued half laughing, “the candle again. I suppose you'll frig yourself to death if you don't take care.”
“I beg your pardon Madame,” replied Emilie in a languid tone. “On this occasion, Louise did my business for me, and very nicely she did it too. When she has a little recovered from her violation, I'll do as much for her.”
“All very fine,” responded Lady Agatha, “but in the meantime, as Louise got the candle, which I see is one of the largest and best in the nunnery – and it is a mercy it was not broken by your wrigglings and heavings – she had better go and put it where she took it from, and light it again, and you can go on with your story.”
But just as Emilie was about to recommence, the door opened and there entered Father Eustace and Madame d'Ermonville, or rather I may as well say my father and mother.
Thanks to Agnes' presence of mind, the room and its occupants were better fitted to receive visitors than they had been ten minutes before, but still there was a certain air of disarrangement about the room and furniture. Most decidedly there was something disheveled in the appearance of the young ladies. Their dresses, though somewhat arranged, were hardly tidy. Agnes and Louise had flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes for their desire had not been gratified, while Adele and Emilie were pale and their eyes heavy. An air of unmistakable sensuality pervaded all four of them. As for me, I tried to look as unconcerned as possible, sitting with one arm around Agnes' waist, with her head resting on my shoulder. I suppose we presented a picture of two affectionate young ladies.
Father Eustace seemed determined to carry out the farce and approached me, laying his hand upon my head. “I rejoice, my daughter, that you have made choice of one so holy and virtuous as Sister Agnes for your companion! May your friendship be a close and a lasting one.”
I assured him most conscientiously that I intended it should indeed be a close and intimate one, giving Agnes a squeeze around the waist that she understood very well.
Meantime, Madame d'Ermonville, after saluting her sister, remarked that she had been taking a walk around the garden with Father Eustace and was beginning to feel hungry and tired, so they had come into lunch. “But I see,” said she, “that we are too late as the lunch has been removed from the table to the sideboard.”
The Abbess was going to remark that the lunch had never been on the table when she fortunately checked herself on my mother's remarking, “But you should take care, Agatha, not to let careless people spill melted butter
