better.'
“'Take down your breeches, Victor. The flea is between my thighs and no one can catch a lady's flea in those regions with his breeches buttoned.'
“Victor immediately obeyed, casting as he did so a deprecating look at me, as though to say he could not help it. I need not add that as soon as his stiff prick was set free from the encumbrance of his breeches, all my lady's anxiety about the flea disappeared; she lay with one leg over the back of the sofa on which she was reclining and beckoned him to come on.
“This he was not slow in doing, taking the time however to lay one of the spare sofa cushions under my mother's rump. As he did so, I was perfectly astonished at the extent of the charms she displayed; such a glorious pink slit in the midst of such an extensive black forest! And her bottom orifice, which was also displayed by her elevation on the cushion, why it was as large as my cunt! But I had not much time for observation, for the obedient page, always dutiful to his Mistress' commands, reared back and sheathed his weapon up to the hilt in her cunt in two strokes. At the same time, he tore open her robe, exposing her fully. Her breasts were ripe and well formed and tipped with large, rosy nipples. Those mounds jiggled with the force of Victor's persistent thrusts until he grasped them with both hands and crushed them cruelly. I have no doubt he gave my mother perfect satisfaction. Though she kept saying that she did not undergo this operation from any lascivious feelings, but merely as a medicine for her depression, still the broken stammering manner in which she spoke, and the way in which she crammed her fingers into Victor's rump, and put one leg after the other over his back, revealed something very different.
“He pumped her roundly, thrusting in and out, then rotating his hips so as to fully stretch her cunt. He drew back, almost to the point of popping his rod from her, then rammed it into her again and again, almost frantically.
“He finished her at last, then withdrew his sword from its moistened sheath, and commenced buttoning up while Mama languidly cried, 'Emilie, my child, wipe me dry, and pull down my robes.' I dutifully obeyed, but had hardly finished when we heard a carriage drive up to the door. There was a loud ring at the porter's bell.
“'Monsieur de Merville desires the honor of waiting upon my Ladyship,' announced one of the footmen entering the room.
“'Show him into the drawing room, and say that I shall have the pleasure of meeting him there,' said my mother. 'Emilie, my child, summon Fanchette, and accompany me to my bedroom, both of you.'
“No sooner had we arrived in that sanctuary than her ladyship, without assistance, stripped herself completely, while we damped her over with a sponge saturated with perfumed water.
“The next proceeding was a very important one. It was nothing less than washing mother's private parts with a solution of alum. This was to create a fictitious tightness, in the event I suppose, of the gallant Vicomte feeling those interesting parts either with his finger or his still more noble member. And indeed, after Victor's performance, something of the sort was absolutely necessary, for both her ladyship's orifices were open, slack and moist.
“After this proceeding we began to dress her ladyship in her most delicate underclothing; then, while Fanchette hastily put her hair into something resembling order, I selected a dark silk morning wrapper, which I considered would become her very well.
“As I was doing so, the drawing-room bell rang, and I heard the Vicomte ask the footman who appeared if Madame de Fleury had received his message.
“On my reporting this, my mother exclaimed, 'Go to him, my dear child, and keep him quiet and say that I am coming instantly.'
“So I hastened away, and in the drawing-room found a fine, tall gentleman superbly attired, who addressed me as Mademoiselle de Fleury, introduced himself as the Vicomte de Merville, and begged to know if charming Mama would honor him with her presence. I assured him that my Lady Mother would see him immediately, on which he politely remarked that the delay seemed less irksome now that he had a fair companion. Then he made complimentary allusion to my great beauty and likeness to my mother. He asked for the honor of saluting my maiden cheek. At this I blushed, and curtsied and tendered my cheek in courtly fashion as I had been instructed. But the cheek did not suit him; he proceeded to the lips, and after fairly devouring them and rolling his tongue around my mouth, he commenced feeling my person, outside my clothes it is true, but still very effectually.
“'Pray keep all this for my mother,' I managed to say.
“'Don't be alarmed, my sweet young friend,' he replied. 'I do not intend any violence on your delicate girlish body, but I am really anxious to see what sort of a daughter your beautiful Mama has got.'
“So saying, he lifted my frock and underclothing and deliberately inspected my legs, thighs, belly, bottom and private orifices.
“'Ah, ah!' he said, as he thrust his finger into my recently violated cunt, 'I have found out a secret, eh? Not a maid! And so young, too! Never mind, I won't tell Mama; it shall be a secret between us, but we'll talk about it some other day.'
“I was ready to cry with shame and vexation at having been so soon found out, but he kissed me and soothed me, and I felt somewhat reconciled. Just then, my quick ear caught my mother's step, and he had just time to withdraw his hand from my thighs, and I to drop and arrange my clothes, and both of us got a little further apart from each other. My mother entered the room, and very stately, graceful and queenly she looked. Monsieur Le Vicomte said so in very warm language!
“Holding out the ring he had taken out of her ladyship's pocket the night before, he said, 'I found this beautiful trinket last night. It was most delightfully situated. Have I your Ladyship's permission to keep it, or must I put it back where I found it?'
“'Pray keep it, dear Henri, as a token of my regard,' said my mother. 'You can't very well put it back where you found it. You see, I have no breeches on!'
“'Pardon me, your Ladyship, I do not see anything at all,' he replied laughing. 'At any rate, breeches or no breeches, the delightful neighborhood is there in all its glorious charms.'
“'Ah! dear Henri, you flatter me!' said my mother smiling and sighing.
“As for me, I began to think it was time for me to leave the room.”
Anonymous
The Nunnery Tales
Chapter Nine
“If I had witnessed the familiarities between my handsome Mamma and the Vicomte de Merville a week previously, my natural timidity or modesty would have induced me to leave the room. But I had plucked the apple from the tree of knowledge, and although I had been rather overdone by Victor's amatory proceedings of the previous night, and being naturally of a strong constitution, and suddenly of a very lascivious temperament, I resolved to stay in the room and witness this new performance. I wondered if her ladyship would do her share of the business to the gentleman's satisfaction, after the short but very sharp and decisive fucking she had just subjected herself to from Victor. Moreover, I was by no means free from the feminine vice or virtue, whichever you please, called curiosity. So although my mother hinted, 'Dearest Henri, a child is in the room!' neither he nor I paid the least attention to the remark. I quietly ensconced myself in a lounging chair, wondering what shape the Vicomte's aristocratic lasciviousness would take. He on his part was kissing my mother and rolling his tongue around her mouth, while at the same time unbuttoning his breeches.
“When he had accomplished this preliminary, and also raised his shirt, I was perfectly surprised at the appearance of his cock. Victor's was the only one I had hitherto seen, and I thought his was beautiful, and all that a girl could desire – it was a light, healthy flesh and blood color. But this young nobleman's was literally milk white, something like a marble column with a ruby head. I, in my innocence, thought such a pure-looking tool was a proof of his Lordship's aristocratic breeding, but I subsequently found that it was in consequence of his washing it, or having it washed for him, with milk of roses. However, there it stood, which was more at any rate than he did, for my mother playfully pushed him backward on the sofa and began to amuse herself by handling and fondling his beautiful prick and balls.
