“Why, no,” she replied, “as long as the penance lasted I rather enjoyed it. But now I do feel rather inflamed and sore.”
“Permit me,” I replied, “to wipe your secret charms dry with my handkerchief. I will do it gently and you will find yourself much more comfortable.”
Without waiting for her permission, I knelt down before her, lifted her robe and proceeded to dry the delicate lips of her pussy and the lightly-mossed adjacent parts. I wiped gently over the swollen lips, pausing to admire the pouting pinkness of the orifice. The musky fragrance was arousing; I felt my too-long-deprived piston start to stir under my clothes. Not eager to quickly finish the job, I tended her slowly, brushing the down on her mount with each movement, and seeming, as if by accident, to have my fingers open the bruised lips of that abused cunt. Indeed, I very nearly had one digit buried up to the knuckle before I remembered my situation and casually withdrew. As I predicted, she found great comfort from this operation and was profuse in her gratitude. I protested that it was a pleasure to be of service to such a splendid girl as herself.
This remark of mine led to unforeseen results. Emilie immediately replied that such a compliment from me was very valuable inasmuch as I was one of the finest and tallest girls she had ever seen. While saying this, she endeavored to feel my body, and, as may readily be imagined, found something quite unexpected. In fact, my silk frock stood out in front of me like a tent, ill-concealing my erection.
“Good heavens! What is this! Have you a dildo strapped on?” she exclaimed in a low tone.
“You had better look and see,” I answered, laughing.
Without a word more, she, in her turn, went down upon her knees, and to her surprise and delight found situated among the usual correct articles of underclothing – silk stockings, chemise, ornamental petticoats – an article not at all a part of a lady's toilet (except indeed when it is artificial). She found my fine throbbing prick in a fiery state of stiffness and thoroughly ready for work. She instantly grasped it with delight, and began to pump it up and down. I was ready to give her what she obviously desired, but a light footstep was heard in the corridor. She dropped my petticoats just in time, as my aunt entered the room carrying some wine.
“I have brought you some refreshment, as I promised, my child, but upon my word you don't seem to require it. You have got quite a color in your cheeks, thanks I presume to the kind attentions of my niece Augustine. But mind, my dear niece,” she wagged a finger at me, “I don't approve of even young ladies being too affectionate, it sometimes leads to nonsense, even to mischief.”
This, of course, was meant a broad hint for me to be careful, but alas the “mischief” was half done already.
“But pray, Lady Mother,” said Emily, “may I not take Mademoiselle Augustine to some of our sisters to introduce her? They will be glad to see a fresh face and hear some news about society.”
My aunt frowned, apparently not much liking the proposition. “Well! I grant permission on strict condition that you do not neglect chapel or any of your other duties, and that you bring my niece to my room for vespers, as she must sup with her mother and me.”
“Your commands shall be punctually obeyed, Madam,” replied Emilie making a low reverence. Then she took me by the hand and we left the room together.
As we went down the corridor, she broke into a short laugh and said, “The Abbess is quite jealous; she guesses something about you, and if it had not been for my happy idea of introducing you to the other novices, I should not have been able to enjoy the pleasure of your society, certainly not alone. But I will bring you into the company of Louise and Adele, who are pretty playful girls, and almost as lascivious as I am.” She stopped for a moment and faced me, a knowing smile on her beautiful face. “By the way, I hope you do not consider it immoral to sleep with your aunt; for she most certainly will make you do so tonight. If all accounts are true, she'll give you such a sampling of voluptuous and even obscene lust that it's likely you'll never forget it. The scene you just witnessed in the penance room is nothing to what you will experience.” We continued walking and arrived at one of the young lady's rooms.
“Adele and Louise, my dears, here is Mademoiselle Augustine d'Ermonville, whom the Superior has allowed me to bring here as an addition to our society this afternoon.”
Both of the pretty girls who had been sitting at embroidery frames rose from their seats and kissed me warmly on the cheeks.
“We had better make the most of her company, for her aunt, the Abbess, fancies there is something manly in her appearance,” said Emilie.
“So there is,” exclaimed the two girls together.
“And she intends her to sleep with her tonight, and you know what the consequences of that will be. Augustine will be much too exhausted for us to have any fun with her tomorrow.”
“Adele already knows,” said Louise. “It is a pleasure which I have yet to learn.”
“Tell us all about it, dear Adele,” I said. “It will amuse me greatly and help me look forward to the coming evening.”
“Since you ask, I will tell you,” said the sweet girl, “though I am rather ashamed. The Lady Superior reported herself ill and nervous, and wished someone to stay in her room all night. She chose me. I gladly consented, taking it as a compliment, and went to her room where I found her already in bed. She desired me to undress and come to bed, leaving the lamp burning. No sooner had I done so, than she thrust her hand between my thighs. She roved over the soft hairs that sprouted upon my pussy, but did not linger very long. Instead, she proceeded to shove a couple of fingers into my tight slit and spread the clasping lips as she worked in and out. I knew very little about such lustful games and submitted meekly as she continued to plumb my most secret depths. She did not continue this long before she altered her position, kneeling with her belly upon my breasts, her shapely rump resting upon my face, and the lips of her cunt applied to my mouth. Then she asked me to shove my tongue into her pussy, and work it well in. And, though I was more than half smothered, I was able to comply and did my best to give her pleasure. I licked her again and again as a dog laps at a bowl of water, only this nectar was far more sweet than any I had tasted. I flicked at the bedewed lips, catching up all the pearly drops, then dove inside the slit scouring the tender membranes hidden within.
“I must acknowledge that the Abbess did her best to return the pleasure, as, according to our relative positions, her head naturally fell between my thighs. She put her tongue into me as well as she could. It wriggled about like a snake in my cunt passage, stroking and sliding and seeking every hidden corner. While I didn't feel full of it there in my cavern, still I was aware of the most pleasant sensations that began in my toes and slid upward with sensuous warmth to the very top of my head. Of course, she could not do me the justice that I did her, but she did enough as I very soon found out.
“As for her, whether I did my duty by her or not may be judged from the fact that in a few minutes, after some convulsive lifting and wriggling of her bottom, my mouth was filled, and my face and throat drenched, with a warm oily liquor of her passion. When she was finished, she lazily rolled off of me, and lay for a few moments with her naked legs on the pillow, and all of her person exposed. I thought it advisable to get a towel and wipe my face and her rump… and when I had done so, she thanked me feebly and asked me to pull down her chemise and make her comfortable in bed. This done, she wanted her medicine, which I found on tasting to be neither more nor less than orange liqueur. After this libation, she went to sleep.
“I hoped for a quiet night's rest but I was never more mistaken in my life. At about two o'clock in the morning I was awakened by the Mother Superior kissing me, which I was obliged to take as an honor, though I was very sorry to be disturbed.
“She then asked me if I was a virgin. Upon my assuring her of the fact, she proceeded to raise my shift and satisfy herself by inserting her finger into my pussy as far as it would go. Finding an obstacle, she announced her intention of taking my maidenhead. How she intended to do this I hardly knew, but I was speedily enlightened. Stripping off her chemise, the Abbess took from one of the pockets a curious thing that looked like a thick ivory ruler, about nine inches long, and partly covered with red velvet. This apparatus had an elastic appendage shaped like a ball, which she filled from a vial. The whole thing was promptly strapped around her front by using a strong bandage. She told me to lay down on my back, with my thighs as wide as they would go, and a bolster under me to elevate my rump, she proceeded to shove this instrument up my cunt, forcing my virgin barrier without mercy or remorse. Indeed, I'm certain that my exclamations of pain and half suppressed cries gave her the utmost delight. Unnatural delight it must be surely, though I can understand a man in his lust violating a girl even against her will. But, when she began to find from my movements an unmistakable sign that my woman's nature was beginning to get the better of my feelings of pain and shame, and that I was enjoying the proceedings, she placed one hand
