“Part of the road winding through a forest was the reason for our requiring armed men. But the only incident that occurred during our journey through the forest was this. It seems that Victor's penchant for Fanchette was well known, and he was frequently ribbed about in the house. It was supposed that he had managed to get himself appointed one of my domestics for the sake, if opportunity offered, of fucking Fanchette. This was explained to me afterwards, by Victor.
“While we were going through the forest very slowly because the road was bad, we overtook a peasant girl riding to market on her donkey. As we passed, I merely remarked that she was a fine girl with a sunburned face, and that her baskets caused her to straddle to an alarming, and, I should imagine, uncomfortable extent. This also had the result of exhibiting her muscular red-stockinged legs well up to the knee. However, we passed her, and I thought no more about it. But suddenly the carriage stopped, and Victor came to the window to announce that one of the horses had thrown a shoe, and that we must be detained ten minutes.
“'The fact is, Mademoiselle,' Victor whispered, 'that Robert and Phillippe mean to fuck that fine country girl we passed just now. They will take her up against a tree or any other way. They have persuaded old Jacques, the coachman, to pretend a horse has cast a shoe, and I have given them a gold piece each, and a bottle of wine. In exchange, they will say nothing about my riding inside for the remainder of the journey.
I laughingly told him that he was a capable manager and that Fanchette and I would be very glad to have him inside. I did not say inside our persons; but I have no doubt from his subsequent proceedings that he understood it so. Moreover, I expressed the wish to see the country girl performed upon, if only to see how it turned out with the two footmen. Accordingly, when she came past the carriage, the two of them placed themselves on each side of her. Immediately, Robert began kissing her handsome, healthy face, while Phillippe had his hands between her arse and her cunt. She began to struggle and scream, but I told Victor to give her a crown and to tell her submit with a good grace. I wanted to see her well fucked and my time was precious.
“On this she altered her tone considerably, merely saying that two such fine big men, one after another, was too much for a poor girl to bear. Phillippe laughingly replied that this objection could be easily disposed of, and the whole party of us marched to where some bushy trees made a thick screen from the highway.
“Robert and Phillippe began to unbutton their breeches as they walked along. Arriving at their destination, the first thing they did was to take a cord from one of the girl's basket and tie her clothes to her armpits. The whole of her vigorous healthy person was displayed in the most bare-rumped, but not barefaced, manner. Then pulling her thighs apart so that she stood somewhat astride, Robert plunged his stiff prick into her cunt and Phillippe began to work his way into her rear. They lifted her quite up to her tiptoes and almost off her legs by their lunging shoves.
“Phillippe said as well as he could between pushes, 'You… see… my rural beauty… that we… are… rather pressed for time… and as you seem… to object… to us… one after another
… we have considered your convenience… and our own, too… by fucking you both together. How do you like four balls hanging against your arse, all at the same time, eh? Nice tight rumphole you've got! How are you coming on, Robert?'
“'Oh, I'm up to her kidneys,' was the other footman's reply. 'She's spouting so that she's nearly drowned my poor cock – oh that's it!'
“As he said this, he shot his load into her in several shuddering spasms. Then both drew their weapons from their respective sheaths and the girl wiped herself and put down her petticoats. This done, she gave me a demure curtsey and hoped that Mademoiselle had been amused. I gave her another crown and bid her adieu. Then, turning to Victor, I requested him to give Robert a bottle of wine, tell him to ride behind in Victor's place, and share it with Phillippe. As to Victor himself, I ordered him to come inside, as I had some messages to give him for my mother. As may be expected, all orders were cheerfully obeyed.
Anonymous
The Nunnery Tales
Chapter Eleven
“It is to be presumed that Robert and Phillippe enjoyed their wine in the rumble seat outside. If they did, my arrangement was most satisfactory to all parties. As for Victor, he seemed perfectly wild for joy at finding himself inside the carriage with me and Fanchette. I was not much less pleased, for my sensual feelings had been considerably excited by the little double game we had just witnessed, and my pretty Fanchette moved uneasily in her seat as if something had tickled her. I dare say she felt as if a strong fleshpole driven into her would bolt her into her place comfortably enough.
“'I wonder how that poor girl feels by this time, Victor?' I said.
“'Rather moist but happy enough I dare say,' he replied. 'She has more money in her pocket than she ever had at one time before, and she has been right well drilled. A muscular but rather coarse, though undoubtedly handsome girl, suits such unrefined fellows as Robert and Phillippe exactly. All they want is a rough, hairy cunt, a huge fat rump, with a hole big enough to be made use of in case of necessity or fancy, and a good wriggler with lots of spunk.'
“'And pray, sir, what more do you require, and what is the difference between you and them?' said I playfully.
“'I'll tell you, Mademoiselle,' he replied. 'I admire a graceful, high-born girl, with a beautiful face and ruby lips with a bosom like snow and long graceful legs, and milk white thighs.' As he spoke, he undressed me. By this time, I was naked up to my belly. Immediately my elegant young page became busily engaged with his face between my thighs, sucking and kissing my cunt. I don't know what Fanchette thought of all this, but she had sense enough to perceive that it was not the first time the handsome page and I had had familiar intercourse together. At least she knew that the mistress would be served before the maid. So she kept a discreet silence, with a good-humored smile on her face.
“I was pleased with her cheerfulness, and said, 'Never mind, Fanchette, you will have him to yourself all the way home again. Let me enjoy him while I can.'
“'Can I be of any assistance, my dear mistress?' she asked.
“'I don't know, Fanchette,' I replied. 'It all depends upon the style in which this young gentleman, who seems to have mistaken my cunt for a box of bon-bons, proposes to honor his young mistress by fucking her.'
“'For shame, Victor,” said Fanchette. 'Get off your knees, sir. Don't you see that Mademoiselle Emilie is beginning to want something better than that stupid head of yours between her thighs?'
“'Well,' said the page, withdrawing his face, 'if my beautiful mistress does not care about my head, she may about my tail. It is heartily at her service. Perhaps, dear Mademoiselle, if Fanchette were to hold your dress completely up, and you would condescend to seat yourself in my lap, you would find it an agreeable way of being fucked, especially in a carriage.'
“This was a novelty to me, although I had thought that between Victor and Monsieur de Merville I'd had a pretty considerable experience of the different modes. So I gladly consented. Indeed, I would then have consented to almost anything resembling a good hearty fucking. I felt so thoroughly ripe for it. With Fanchette's assistance, I raised my clothes, and while she raised them up, I partly supported myself on her shoulders, straddling over the page's thighs until I settled my open buttocks on his lap.
“At this juncture, Fanchette's assistance was invaluable. Seated in front of me, she could witness the whole proceeding, and still keeping hold of my clothes with her left hand, with her right hand she guided the page's jerking cock into my burning parts. And oh! What a delightful relief it was to the gnawing lust I felt to have his great, stiff prick searching the inside of my cunt! I settled myself down upon him heavily. Though our motions were irregular, partly through my inexperience of the situation, and partly through the jolting motion of the carriage – though old Jacques, the coachman, who had a shrewd notion of what was going on inside, drove very slowly – the sensation to me was most delightful. Indeed, I proved it by releasing my flood of passion all over Victor's cock and balls. As I sank forward on dear Fanchette's neck, I felt my partner give a last few vigorous forward shoves that spermed me well, and then he also sank back against the cushions in a speechless state of exhausted transport. When we separated, my kind assistant first of all wiped my dripping orifice, and then began to do the same to the carriage cushions, which she feared would tell a tale.
