on your handsome table cover. Look here!” And she pointed to the very spot on the edge of the table where her sister's rump had rested, and which had been plentifully bedewed, and which had been neglected in the general robbing and cleaning up. My aunt took the allusion very coolly; saying that it was careless, but that she thought it was milk. She requested Adele to wipe it up and invited her sister and Father Eustace to take some refreshment. This they gladly accepted, the Holy Father in particular eating and drinking as if he meant to restore his wasted energies.
As they were eating, Madame asked her sister how they had been amusing themselves, and how I had behaved myself. To this, the Lady Superior replied that I had conducted myself admirably, (she laid great stress on this word) and had inspired her and all the young ladies with the highest opinion of me. As for their amusements, Emilie had been telling them a short story, relating some adventures of hers, which though doubtless of the world and worldly, and even rather licentious, had doubtless a good moral, as they had spurred her to seek the shadow of the cloister.
This story she proposed to continue as soon as their honored guests had concluded their lunch. On Emilie's expressing her opinion that such a foolish little narrative was hardly fit to entertain such guests as Madame d'Ermonville and Father Eustace, the latter promptly replied that he liked to hear all sorts of stories good or bad, pure or impure. In fact, he rather preferred the latter, as it gave him the opportunity of imposing a suitable penance if he deemed it necessary. Here he glanced at Emilie, who laughed and blushed. “For you must understand, fair daughter,” said the handsome monk turning to me, “that we of the priesthood can do – without sin – whatever we like, provided that our intentions are good.”
To this I replied that I had no doubt of it. My mother, turning to my aunt, said, laughing, “I wonder if his intentions were good in the garden just now?”
“Tell us all about it, Henriette,” said Lady Agatha.
“Well, I am almost ashamed,” said Madame, “but it was thus: I was taking a solitary walk in the garden this morning when I was joined by his Reverence, who after a few commonplace remarks proposed to me that as I had not confessed to him lately, the arbor on the south side of the garden would make a very suitable confessional. I partly guessed what this meant, and, as I expected, very soon found that the first duty of the Confessor appeared to be to shove his hand up the penitent's underclothing, and that of the penitent to stretch her legs open. As I am talking to experienced young ladies, I need not hesitate to say that I received absolution while lying on my back with my thighs wide open, in the shape of a most vigorous fucking, and was favored moreover with a most copious administration of what I suppose was holy oil. Indeed, my belly was half full before I sat down to lunch. Well I did not much mind that, indeed I rather liked it.”
“Indeed you did,” interrupted Father Eustace emphatically.
“But as we were subsequently strolling about the garden picking and eating some of the choice fruits, we met a nun, evidently a handsome woman, but pale faced, whom my companion accosted as Sister Helen, asking her if she had gotten quite well since her confinement…”
“No doubt it was Helen,” replied my aunt, “She got in the family way by some means or other; nobody but herself knows or cares. The child was stillborn and she quickly got well, and I suppose is ready to be fucked again.”
“Really!” exclaimed my mother, “listen to me! After a little agreeable conversation, which I joined for I found sister Helen was a most ladylike person, dear Eustace asked her if she had been purified since her confinement. In some surprise, she answered 'no' whereupon he said that it was absolutely necessary that she should undergo that rite immediately, as she was not fit for Christian society in her present state. On this, she looked at me with great alarm as if she had been polluting me with her company, and she forthwith consented.
“We were then near the willow tree which stands on the lawn surrounded by laurels. Father Eustace requested his victim to walk with him under the branches of the tree. I followed to see what would happen; we were partially, but only partially shrouded by its branches.
“Then he desired her to stand with her back against the stem of the tree, and told her to take her petticoats and chemise up to her waist, which she did without speaking. Then his Reverence knelt down and, forcing her thighs apart, commenced to lick her muff with his darting tongue. The curly hair was thin upon her mount, and he wetted it thoroughly until it was plastered to her quivering cunt. Then he proceeded to insert his finger into her pussy and pronounce what he called a blessing and absolution. All I could hear of it was a muttering of 'very tight indeed, quite a maidenhead, four months since she was fucked,' and blessings of that sort. With each word, he thrust his finger violently into her envelope, rotating it so that it shone wet and slippery when he withdrew it.
“However, proceedings very soon came to an end, for I suppose that Father could not endure his lascivious sensations any longer. Indeed, I saw his monstrous prick – you know what a huge tool he carries, don't you Mademoiselle Emilie? – almost bursting through his robe. It appeared that to complete the act of the so-called purification, Sister Helen was to be fucked standing upright with her back against a tree. Pretty purification, thought I, and what's more the gentleman had given me such unmistakable evidence of his power not twenty minutes before, that I should not have supposed him capable of doing another fine woman justice in such a short space of time.
“But obviously there is nothing like change and variety. I am plump and fair-haired, indeed the hair on my cunt is reddish. Now Sister Helen is slender and dark, and the hair of her cunt is black. Moreover, as to minor differences, I always wear white silk hosiery whereas the handsome nun wears black silk. This is very becoming, as I dare say. Mademoiselle Agnes seems very fond of me as my daughter right well knows, and a very nice display she makes.” This remark was occasioned by Agnes, having in the fullness of her love passion forgotten herself a little and crossed her left leg over my right, thus bringing herself a little upon my knee and making a display of her elegant long leg. Agnes blushed, the rest laughed, and my mother went on. “But be that as it may, Father Eustace was quite ready to do full justice to his fresh paramour. Certainly as soon as he could get fairly into her, which he seemed to have a little difficulty at first in accomplishing, though her cunt is not nearly tight and virginal. Finally, he gave one upward shove that fairly lifted her off of her legs. I must say that she seemed to reciprocate his ardor, but her position was not the best calculated for displaying her responsive thrusts. Nevertheless, she did her best and just as he was getting into the last few powerful digs, she lifted up her left leg for him to catch hold of, which he did, thus affording me a fair display. Not only me, as it turned out, but also one of the gardeners who happened to be passing, and who merely giving a glance at the interesting performance said, 'Your blessing, pray Holy Father.'
“'Benedicite, my son,' replied Father Eustace, drawing out about three inches of his tool as he spoke, and then drove into her and finished her with a deep thrust. And finished himself too, I should think, for he seemed tolerably subdued as he kissed Helen and gave her his blessing. How long he'll remain in his present quiet condition I can't pretend to guess… not long, I'm afraid, if he has any pretty girls to confess especially after such a good lunch and lots of champagne. And now, young ladies, perhaps Mademoiselle Emilie will excuse this interruption, and go on with her story, unless you feel too tired, for I am far too experienced a lady to suppose that any of you have passed the morning in mere conversation. I strongly suspect that there has been a little fucking going on.”
“Why, my dear Mademoiselle d'Ermonville,” exclaimed Emilie, who was the most forward and experienced of the girls, “who is here to fuck any of us?”
“Ah, you know very well, you saucy girl,” replied my mother nodding her head and laughing. “Besides, you, if all accounts are true, can manage on occasion without a man's cock – a good sized candle, or even the fingers of one of your pretty companions will give you satisfaction when nothing better is to be had.”
This was hitting the right nail on the head and we all laughed so that Emilie vowed vengeance against us and declared that she would tell Madame and Father Eustace all that we had been doing just before they had entered the room.
“Tell away, my child and welcome,” said my aunt, who did not care one farthing who knew, or who saw, for that matter.
Emilie then, without hesitation, proceeded to describe the whole scene that had passed, lingering chiefly on her Lady Superior, Adele, and me, but not omitting herself, and slightly exaggerating the parts played by Agnes and Louise.
“Ah! how I wish I had been present!” exclaimed Madame d'Ermonville. “It seems to me that the most interesting part of the performance was that between Adele and Auguste here.”
“My son,” said Father Eustace very gravely, “what sort of a rump has that fine girl got?”
I, of course, was lavish in my praise, whereupon he whispered to me, “I suppose you have made Agnes sore;
