“You are not full grown yet, and, I doubt not, will become much larger. But I hardly think you will ever be able to show such a lordly tool as mine.”
So saying, he rose up, and opening his robe, disclosed an enormous dark-hued, purple-topped weapon, that, but for the color, would not have disgraced a donkey. His balls were more like those of a young bull than anything human. But the ladies weren't afraid. On the contrary, they regarded us with looks of admiration and longing. My aunt even passed her arm around my neck and whispered, “Your father's is larger, dear Auguste, and Henriette is welcome to it. I prefer yours.”
Father Eustace ended the exhibition by saying, “I take great interest in you, young gentleman; you are the son of a beautiful lady who is very dear to me.” At this, my mother gave him a loving and grateful glance. “Under other circumstances such a bold experiment as you have ventured upon might have cost you your life. Yet, I will grant you such privileges as are never accorded except to the legitimate shepherds of the flock, such as priests, monks, confessors, and such like, always in the performance of their duty.”
Here I fancied he winked at the Mother Superior, and she certainly laughed. However, he went on to say that I might have the run of the convent as far as the young ladies were concerned, both nuns and novices. He was not much afraid of scandal, for evil days were coming and the Convent of St. Claire would be suppressed among others, so that he didn't much care if all the pretty young nuns and novices had their virginity taken.
“By the way, Sister Agatha,” he continued, “are there any maids in the Convent now… pretty ones I mean?”
“Oh yes,” replied my aunt, “a few. There's Louise and Agnes of course – she is very strict indeed. And I believe the novice Adele has never had a man between her thighs, though I have reason to think she has lost her maidenhead.”
“I suppose she has to thank your ladyship for that,” said Father Eustace, smiling.
“Certainly,” replied my aunt in a businesslike way, “I wanted to amuse myself, and thought it would do her good.”
“Oh, of course,” said he, “you are privileged to do as you like. Well, about this fine lad, let him do as he likes among them, only let him wear this pretty dress still – it will cause less scandal and gain him entry to all the recesses of the convent. Then you may turn him loose among them like a young stag among a herd of does.”
“Not before he spends a night with me,” hastily interposed my aunt.
“Oh, Agatha, you ought to be ashamed of yourself,” exclaimed my mother, while Father Eustace laughed loudly and remarked that fucking between relatives so near of kin was not allowed by the Canons of the Church!
While this was going on, my aunt whispered to me, “I will grant you every pleasure that you can possibly conceive!” To which I breathed in reply, “Indeed my beautiful aunt, I long to throw you down the sofa and split you up this very minute!”
By this time Father Eustace, who had imbibed a good deal of wine, recovered from his fit of laughter and said, “But damn the Canons of the Church! I never cared about them, and if they do away with them and the Church too, I don't much care. I'll get a commission in the army! And so, my dear lad, you may fuck your Aunt Agatha if you have a fancy for it. She is really a very splendid woman and I'll give you a dispensation for poking an Abbess. Mind you do it with vigor and style though, or she will never forgive you. Indeed, you had better give her a few inches in the presence of your beautiful mother and myself. We are both good judges and I should like to see if you resemble me in other particulars besides the mere length of your prick.”
To this my mother objected, saying it was really too indelicate, but nobody minded her. Indeed Father Eustace began to smother her with such a volley of voluptuous kisses that I could plainly see that Agatha's was not the only pussy that was going to be plumbed. He wasted no time going about setting an example – for he had no trouble (as I often did) of taking up a silk robe and a lot of petticoats, or of fastening them up. He had already opened his robe in front, laid my mother on a couch, and taking her legs upon his arms, proceeded to administer his terrible weapon in a most forcible manner. He thrust his hips forward until the head of his enormous cock butted at her thickly forested entrance. Without the use of his hand, he forced the swollen bulb past the taut lips which slid easily apart to receive it. Once it was secured within, he withheld himself for a moment as if savoring the sensation. He wriggled his rump about and rotated his hips so that the pink helmet buried in the slit opened the passage. Then, with one driving thrust, he plunged the entire length of the shaft into her up to his very balls. These slapped her upturned buttocks as he commenced a savage fucking, ramming the pole into her again and again until I thought my mother would scream.
Anxious as Agatha and I both were to commence fucking on our own account, we could not help watching the amorous conflict taking place on the other sofa. At last, impatient to begin, I said, “If you will kneel down, my lovely aunt, in what is called dog fashion, I shall be able to fuck you in most gallant style and admire all the delights you have to display. At the same time, both of us will be able to admire from our posture the delightful spectacle on the other couch.”
She did so and I quickly moved behind her smoothly rounded buttocks. I separated these half-moons with my hands, bringing my throbbing cock to the head of the slit that peered shyly at me from underneath. Anxious to emulate Father Eustace, I forced my way within with little preamble. Nor did I hesitate once the aching head of my cock was trapped inside that tight pussy. Instead, I immediately thrust within, feeling every inch of my rod working its tenacious way deeper and deeper into my aunt's love passage.
“Give it to her Auguste! Give it to her, my son!” said Father Eustace as he watched my frenzied ministration.
As he said this, he drew out about six inches of his massive cock from my mother's cunt, then plunged it in again to the hilt, eliciting from her an exclamation and a plea to be more gentle. But there was not much gentleness from either father or son; nor from the ladies when our ramming motions began to produce their proper results. After a minute or two, Mother began to toss her legs in the air in the style of an acrobat, while my aunt lifted up her rump to meet my heavy thrusts as if she wanted my cock to be twice as long as it was. Oh, I fucked her long and hard. I continued to withdraw and thrust, withdraw and thrust, until I feared my cock should emerge from my aunt's mouth from the force of my rammings. It was exquisite, and I soon felt the mounting pressure in my balls and shaft that indicated an imminent eruption. In a moment, I was spurting jets of thick cream into the eager receptacle while my body spasmed from the peaking activity.
Well, all pleasures come to an end, and the ecstatic delights of entering the body of a lovely woman are among the briefest of all. All of us lay on separate couches tolerably exhausted. The ladies lay in most lascivious attitudes with spread legs that openly displayed their oozing pussies.
Certainly, I thought, reflecting dreamily, this is rather a strange predicament for a young man – to find himself in feminine dress, fucking the Lady Superior of a strict Convent, and which Lady being his own aunt! At the same time witnessing his mother being outrageously fucked in the same room by her confessor, whom I found to be my own bodily father! It is rather a strange adventure.
Father Eustace was the first to recover himself. Like the expert practitioner he was, he recommended that we two give the partners a bumper of champagne to restore their animation.
“And let's not forget ourselves, my son,” said he. “Here's your health! Remember that I'll keep an eye upon you and assist you if ever I have a chance, or if you have need of it.”
I thanked him and pledged his health, after helping my lovely aunt to rearrange her garments. The last piece of advice Father Eustace gave me on parting for the night was to take a few more stewed oysters. He added, with a sly glance at my aunt, “Her ladyship has only made a beginning. You'll have quite a bit to go through before morning, I suspect. I hope you'll find it pleasant! Good night!”
Anonymous
The Nunnery Tales
Chapter Three
I took Father Eustace's good advice, and shortly afterwards our little party broke up. My mother and his Reverence found suitable accommodations for themselves, and my handsome hostess took me with her into her own bedroom.
