under her buttocks and squeezed the ball I mentioned before. It spouted a jet of warm milky matter right into me as far as my kidneys. This ended the performance for that time.
“But she was not satisfied even with this, for before I left her in the morning, she told me to fasten the device upon myself, and fuck her with it as strongly as she had done me. I was very clumsy in strapping on the curious instrument, but she assisted me. I may safely say that she assisted me also in the actual performance. When I had got this thing she called a 'dildo' fairly rammed into her eager slit, I began to push as best I could, but I might almost have saved myself the trouble. For clasping me around the waist, she heaved herself up so vigorously that she more than met me half way as she impaled herself on the smooth shaft. She became almost bestial in her wrigglings, shrieking and grunting and moaning as the long smooth object drove into her grasping cunt. With each stroke, its passage was eased, so that soon I was ramming it into her with the same ferocity a man would drive his cock into a pussy. Seeing the cold hardness covered with her cream was exciting, and she urged me to continue the assault with unabated energy. At length, giving one powerful wriggle of her buttocks, she screamed out, 'Milk, Adele, milk!'
“At first I hardly knew what she meant. But then I remembered what she had done. Imitating her action as well as I was able, I squeezed the ball at the base of the cock and injected the precious fluid into her as far as it would go. I certainly must have given her great satisfaction, for when she recovered herself, she kissed and dismissed me with thanks and benedictions. And that is my story. What do you think of it, dear Louise? You may depend upon it, since it is just what you will have to endure. As for you, Mademoiselle d'Ermonville, you will enjoy the same from the Abbess this very night.”
“Thank you, Mademoiselle Adele,” I answered, “but I carry a safeguard about with me that will prevent my 'catching' it. And, if dear Louise here is guided by me, she shall not have her sweet little morsel of virginity pierced and forced from her by a hard, ivory dildo, wielded by a lustful woman. She shall yield it up gently and lovingly!” Here I appealed to Emilie who was in my secret and answered promptly.
“Certainly, dearest Augustine,” she replied. “I have no doubt that these two young ladies will be only too happy to meet you here tomorrow after our breakfast hour, and receive your instructions and account of the night's transactions.”
This the two of them readily promised to do, and Emilie then reminded me that it was time for me to keep my appointment with my aunt. If I did not do so punctually, I should get her into trouble, and would not be allowed to visit any of the fair young sisters any more. So, guided by my lovely conductress, I reached the Abbess' apartment, where I found a table laid, and my mother and Father Eustace in company with my aunt.
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The Nunnery Tales
Chapter Two
We had an extremely good supper, and our snug little party of four thoroughly enjoyed it. Everything that could tempt and pamper the appetite was there – game of several varieties, and oysters and other shellfish served in the most exquisite style. I couldn't help thinking that if the ladies in the convent lived on such luxurious and exciting viands, it was no wonder that they found their blood a little hotter and their passions more excitable than was consistent with their religious vows. And indeed, the effects of the highly dressed dishes and fine wines of which Father Eustace partook liberally, as did my mother and aunt, began to make themselves visible. I was inclined to resent the very affectionate manner displayed by the handsome confessor towards my mother, but the Abbess, perceiving what was passing in my mind, motioned me into an adjoining room and there made me understand that the reverend was most probably my own father. Indeed, she was quite sure of it.
“In fact,” she said, “I would stake my reputation, my dear Auguste, that Monsieur d'Ermonville is not.”
“How do you know that, my dear aunt,” I asked.
“Oh, by the simplest way in the world,” she laughingly replied. “Very soon after my sister was married, I went to call upon her. She was out, but I was informed that monsieur would be happy to receive me, and so indeed, he appeared to be. He paid me the highest compliments about my face and general appearance, and I suppose he was right, for I was then a novice in the convent and appeared very provocative in my simple attire. Of course, it was sixteen years ago. I was much younger and handsomer than I am now.”
“You are lovely now, my darling aunt!” I exclaimed, thrusting myself upon her, kissing her lasciviously and running my hands over her ripe body.
“Spare me your lust for the present, my dear Auguste,” said she, “and let me finish my story. After supper you shall amuse yourself as much as you like.”
Seating herself on my knee and permitting my hand to retain the position where it had settled between her thighs, she continued.
“Your reputed father proceeded from compliments to kissing, and from kissing to feeling and handling my breasts and rump, which for a girl of sixteen were really very well developed. Of course, I could have prevented all of it if I had wanted, but I was very far from being the innocent girl I looked. My handsome young confessor had long since taken care of all that. Still, I thought it right to make some faint protest, but was met by the assertion that it was all in the family and was right and proper. He then lifted my clothes up and had a close inspection of all I had to show. Indeed, he had more, for he spread my delicate cunt lips with his fingers and began to lick me. The sensation was maddening. He kept my slit spread apart until he found the delicate knob of flesh that soon stood to his attention at the insistence of his tongue. My clit – indeed my entire body – quivered with each slash upon it. He nibbled and bit it, alternating these attentions with plunging deeply into my gaping cunthole. When he was finished with this, I pretended to sink down on the sofa as if quite helpless, with my thighs falling apart.
Now was the worthy old nobleman's time. He manfully took down his breeches and out came his thick tool. Unfortunately, I saw out of the corner of my half shut eyes that it was of no use, not a bit of it! His cock might have been a good one at some time or another, and it was not so bad in appearance even now, only it would not stand! That was a fatal defect. He lay upon me, passed his hand under my bottom, and felt me there. Then raised himself and contemplated my wide-open charms. But it made no difference; his prick would not stiffen. So at last I got up from the sofa in a state of great disgust and disappointment, and sincere pity for your poor mother, who, as I subsequently discovered, found spiritual and bodily consolation in the ministrations of Father Eustace. So you must never mind his being lovingly attentive to your mother, my dear Auguste. And now,” said she, kissing me, “if you have quite done rummaging my secret parts, we will return to the supper room.”
Very much relieved by this disclosure, I returned to the parlor in high spirits and found my mother and her confessor laughing merrily at something they had been discussing. Immediately upon our entrance, Father Eustace said to me, “I have been telling your mother in your absence, mademoiselle, that it is my duty as one of the principal confessors appointed to the Convent of Saint Claire to make proper enquiry as to the morals and habits of all its inmates even when not professed nuns or even novices. I think the presence of your mother and aunt will rid the proceedings of all impropriety. Undoubtedly, the Abbess has completely satisfied her mind as to your sex and purity, but I should like to satisfy myself, just for form's sake you know. So Mademoiselle Augustine, I will trouble you to come near to me and take up your petticoats.”
At this I hesitated considerably, but my mother from the other side of the table nodded and smiled at me, and my aunt whispered, “Go to him. It is only fun!” So I went around to the side of the table where his reverence was sitting with his arm around my mother's waist, and deliberately lifted my petticoats. This displayed to the delight – but not to the surprise – of all present, my fine cock and its dangling balls in all their glory. Indeed my prick had been more or less stiff ever since I had entered the convent walls. There had been a temporary lull during supper, but feeling my aunt's cunt and hearing her lascivious story had brought the hardness on again with increased vigor, and I felt as if I should burst. I reddened as my mother laughed, and Agatha came from her side of the table to have a nearer view, but Father Eustace preserved his solemn manner and laid hold of my throbbing cock as if was ascertaining the weight and measurement of it. Finally, on trying to force it downwards from its upright standard, and failing, he turned around to my mother, saying with approval, “He is his father's own son.”
“Certainly, dear Eustace,” replied my mother. “I am glad that you recall your youth in him again.”
“Well,” replied the priest, “I am not so old that I can't raise my prick up. In spite of all the nuns and novices I have fucked in the course of my duty, I am far from being worn out yet. Look here, young gentleman!” he ordered.
