two or three lustful men?'
“'My husband!' exclaimed the hostess in shrill and indignant tones. 'Confound him! He was drinking hard cider with the courier all morning 'til he was more than half fuddled; now, some wine those wretches have given him has made him helplessly drunk, and he thinks these horrible proceedings are all fun and games. He sits and laughs like an imbecile.
“'Mademoiselle's old coachman sits by the fireside smoking his pipe, to all appearances indifferent if half the province fucked the other half. But if Mademoiselle would descend into the kitchen and interfere by interposing her authority and order the abominable ravishers out of the house and into the stable, then decency might be preserved.'
“To keep up appearances, I prepared to descend, knowing perfectly well from what I had heard about Parisian footmen, and what I had myself seen of the behavior of Robert and Phillippe as we passed through the forest, that I stood a very small chance of being listened to, especially if their lusts were seriously excited. A little rough play no girl would mind, and of course, I could not object to it. Moreover, I hoped that as the noise had almost if not altogether ceased, we should not find matters in the kitchen quite so bad as the landlady had reported.
“So I asked Fanchette to retire into my bedroom and told Victor to follow me. I marched downstairs looking as authoritarian and majestic as I could. But, alas! When I arrived at the kitchen door, I found all my majestic airs thrown away. I had to save my threats and remonstrances for some other occasion. The noise of struggling and squealing and romping had ceased, sure enough, for the minute the old lady turned her back, those clever rascals, Robert and Phillippe, had taken matters a step further. Antoine, the courier, who had been making hot love to Rosalie, the landlady's daughter, ever since his arrival, had persuaded her that now or never was the time to make him happy with her love. The consequence of this was that when I swept majestically into the kitchen and was just beginning to say, 'Robert and Phillippe! What do you mean?' when all of a sudden I stopped as if paralyzed by what I saw.
“A plump rosy faced girl was on her hands and knees on the dresser, and Robert was fucking her as if his salvation depended upon his banging her rump black and blue. Phillippe had got a tall, Gypsy looking girl (the chamber-maid I suppose) leaning with her face against the pantry door, with her buttocks stuck out! He was fucking her mare fashion. But whether he was confining himself to legitimate fucking, I could not tell, and most certainly did not ask. My opinion is he was getting in anywhere he could find a hole. But worst of all, and a sight most shocking to the motherly eyes of my landlady, was the sight of her Rosalie, really a very handsome girl – with pretensions to ladylike manners – with her long well dressed legs contentedly crossed over the back of Antoine, our courier. He was fucking Rosalie as contentedly and heartily as if they had just been married and had retired to their bridal couch with the blessings of their parents and relatives! But instead, he was violating a young girl whom he had never seen before, on a table in the middle of the kitchen in broad daylight under the nose of her father and mother and a dozen other people besides! Here was a pretty state of things!
“The old lady gave one shriek of rage and horror, and seizing a broomstick, was doubtless going to annihilate everything and everybody, beginning with her husband, who was staggering forward to depreciate her wrath by explaining, I presume, that the young folks were only amusing each other.
“That would have had his skull cracked I doubt not, only, just as the blow was about to descend, old Jacques gave him an adroit shove and toppled him over on his hands and knees right in front of his wife. She screamed out for help, and as Jacques stepped forward, I thought he was going to help her up. This I considered a pity, as she would only cause more violence and confusion, and could not possibly mend matters, much less maidenheads. But I did my worthy old coachman an injustice. Instead of helping her up, he deliberately seated himself upon her. While his solid weight kept the half-stunned old woman from rising, he calmly smoked his pipe, and looked benignly around him as if he were a benefactor to his species. Upon my word, the mere recollection of this absurd climax to this indecent scene makes me laugh.
“When Victor perceived the masterstroke of policy performed by old Jacques, he called out to the other young fellows, 'Make haste now, you abominable ravishers, and put your fair friends out of their pain. You are a lucky fellow, Antoine, to make good with such a pretty lady-like girl to fuck. But if you do not look sharp and get on your saddle, you will find yourself very unlucky, for old Jacques cannot sit on the old woman all day. When she gets up, she will most assuredly avenge her daughter's lost maidenhead by giving you a broken head with that broom, or a poker, or some other cheerful instrument. The other girls don't so much matter.'
“On hearing this, Antoine, who had finished Rosalie, and was only luxuriously resting on her snow-white belly while his prick lay soaking in its pretty sheath, at once arose and hurried out to the stables, buttoning himself up as he went. As Rosalie lay back exhausted with her clothes still up and her cunt wide open, I took compassion on her helplessness and assisted her off the table, telling her to go up to my room, and instructing her to tell my maid to wash her and assist her in arranging her dress. I promised to join her directly. I hinted to Victor and Jacques that they should join me in asserting to the old lady that her daughter had been sitting with my waiting maid in my chamber during the last half hour, and that Antoine set out for Paris as soon as he finished his dinner. The idea of bullying the old lady out of the evidence of her own eyes tickled them amazingly, and they readily adopted the idea, promising to communicate with Robert and Phillippe.
“These rogues, it appeared, had not been satisfied with one fuck each. When they had concluded the first round, they agreed to change partners. Phillippe had taken the girl which Robert had just finished, and laying her down flat on her face on the dresser, rammed into her fat rump in his usual beastly style while Robert, keeping Phillippe's chamber-maid pinned up against the door, did not behave much better as he reamed her arse.
“But all fucking, even of the most varied character, must come to an end, and both these rogues seemed fairly exhausted when they drew their pricks out of their respective sheaths. As they buttoned up and applied themselves to the brandy bottle, I told them to give the poor girls some, and left them with Victor and Jacques to stupefy the half-stunned landlady. I proceeded upstairs to my chamber and found Rosalie looking very much refreshed. A glass of champagne completed her restoration, and when I told her of the story I had ordered my men to palm off upon her mother, she was exceedingly grateful, and exclaimed that I was an angel of mercy.
“It was now near time for our departure, and I summoned Victor to have the horses put to the carriage and make everything ready for our departure. He came up and said that he had already taken it upon himself to do so, as he feared that if Robert and Phillippe drank any more brandy, they would become drunk and useless. He also reported that, as to the family servants, the worthy hostess did not seem to care if they had been fucked until their two holes were knocked into one. But she was very indignant about her daughter, and did not half believe her story about her absence upstairs, evidently being under the impression that she had run off with that villain of a debauched Parisian courier.
“On this, a pretty idea struck me. 'Fanchette,' said I, 'take Rosalie downstairs with you and assure the hostess of the truth of the statement that she has been here half an hour or so, and that Antoine has been gone any time you like to mention. Take my purse with you, and settle the account liberally; that will put her in a good humor. And give those two severely fucked girls a small present.'
“Do you see, my friends, how cleverly I managed to clear the room of the two girls and keep my maid some short time downstairs too? Of course, Master Victor did not hurry himself to leave the room. On the contrary, when he had seen the two girls fairly out, he shut and bolted the door. I, knowing that there was no time for any nonsense, had already taken up my clothes and laid myself on my back on the outside of the bed with my knees up and my thighs wide open!
“'Oh! When shall I ever see such charms again!' exclaimed the enraptured page as he pressed his lips alternately to my lips, my bosom, my limbs, and my cunt. 'So white, so delicate, and yet so agile, and so passionately warm!' So saying he leaped on the bed, got between my thighs, and viewed with delight the mossy orifice he designed to enter. Then gently placing the shining knob between the lips, he threw forward the whole weight of his body and I felt his balls right up against my bottom at the very first shove. Whether the dear fellow thought that it was the last fuck or not that he was going to get out of me, I don't know, but he seemed determined it would be a good one. Twice I thought he was going to finish me. But he restrained himself, resting as it were, and only gave slight and gentle pushes. Then he collected himself for a final effort. He seemed to inject his very life and soul into me in the shape of warm jetting cream.
“Before we parted, he vowed and declared that he loved me better than his life, and that, whether he remained at my mother's house or not, he would find the means to hear if I left the convent. Then we prudently resolved to have no more communication with each other until I arrived at the holy place. This resolution we strictly adhered to with the exception of a warm pressure of the hand which I received as he assisted me to leave
