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In "The Nunnery Tales", a lusty young man enters into a convent disguised as a pious young woman."Nunnery Tales" was written by a young nobleman and translated from his French manuscript intoEnglish."Nunnery Tales" is a classic Victorian erotic novel, published in 1866. It contains graphic sexual descriptions and themes.
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“Good news, Augustus,” my mother exclaimed upon reading the message she’d just received from a friend in Dieppe. “Your father has escaped France in safety.” We hugged each other, overjoyed to know that he’d avoided the inevitable fate, which, as an aristocrat, would have befallen him at the hands of the purging Republicans.
Then a look of distress crossed her face. “But until we get news from England to enable us to join him there, I hardly know where we can look for refuge. I suppose we’re guaranteed a temporary home, for my younger sister, Agatha, is Abbess of the convent of St. Claire, but now there is talk of suppressing convents and priests altogether. My other fear pertains to you, my dear boy,” she said, wringing her hands.
“Taking refuge and protecting you from danger is one thing; but how to smuggle you, a young boy of seventeen, into a convent full of young nuns is a perfect puzzle to me.”
“Nonsense, Mother!” I exclaimed. “Before the convents are suppressed, we’ll be in safety in England, and as for getting me snugly into the convent, we’re about the same height and resemble one another, so you must dress me up the best way you can and introduce me as your sister, or niece, or friend, or something or other.”
“You are impudent for imagining any such idea,” replied my mother, laughing, “but you forget one thing. It will be impossible to deceive my sister, Agatha.”
“Try, anyway,” I said, “and if the worst comes to the worst, we must let her into our secret and trust to her kindness.”
“Your plan is bold, if not rash, but as I can’t think of anything else, we’ll try it,” she agreed with some misgivings. “Let me see,” she continued in a musing tone, “I’ll present you as the niece of your father’s wife, but even then Agatha may have her suspicions, but we’ll risk it.” She wagged a finger at me. “Mind you don’t look so bold, and stride so wide in your walk as you usually do, and I’ll dress you suitably tomorrow morning.”
I shook my head. “We don’t know what may happen this afternoon or tomorrow morning. If we are discovered here, we shall never see the Convent of St. Claire, or any other place of refuge.” I gathered up my jacket and walked to the door. “There is plenty of time left today, so while I go and hire a coach, why don’t you lay out suitable apparel for me.”
“You are right, Auguste, or rather Augustine, as I must now call you,” Mother said. “Go quickly.”
I lost no time in getting a conveyance, the driver of which I knew I could depend upon. And upon my return in twenty minutes with my mother’s assistance, I was completely metamorphosed from a handsome youth into a tall, bold looking, but still not unattractive girl.
Of course, there remained one important physical difference. We packed up my mother’s jewelry and some of our most valuable attire and prepared for the street. We had previously given my mother’s chambermaid a holiday. When she returned and found us gone, the clothes and jewelry missing, she would take it for granted that we had either attempted to make our escape to join my father, or that we had been arrested and thrown into prison.
Our plan proceeded without difficulty, and before sundown, we arrived at the back gate of the convent of St. Claire. We were most cordially welcomed by my aunt, the Lady Abbess of St. Claire, who, however, could not help lamenting the necessity which there was for us to take refuge with her. I noticed that she stared at me with great curiosity and whispered apart to my mother. The answer that she received seemed to be only partly satisfactory. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled slightly as she glanced at me. “I do not doubt your step-daughter’s discretion, but I hope that she will recollect that she is Mademoiselle d’Ermonville, and will behave as becomes her rank and sex.” This was addressed to me with very pointed emphasis. I remained silent; my only reply was a low, sweeping curtsey, at which feminine performance my mother could not repress her smiles.
“But my dear Henriette,” commented the Abbess, “I fear that I must now treat you inhospitably, and turn you out of the room. I am momentarily in expectation of the arrival of Father Eustace.”
“Oh, I know him very well indeed,” replied my mother, appearing to me rather confused, “and there is no necessity for my leaving the room unless you want a very private interview with him, Agatha!”
“None of your banter,” replied the Abbess tapping her sister’s cheek.
“The Father is coming here on duty.”
“Those handsome young monks are always ‘on duty,’” muttered my mother. Just then we were interrupted by a tap at the door.
After the Abbess gave the necessary permission, a tall, attractive young nun entered. First she made a lowly obeisance to the Mother Superior, and then a slighter recognition of my mother and me.
“I have come, Holy Mother, to receive my punishment,” she said quietly.
“You have done well to keep your time punctually, daughter Emilie,” replied the Abbess not unkindly. “It shows some degree of penitence, although the degree of the penance must rest to a great extent with Father Eustace. Yet I think I can promise that you will not be treated very severely.” She arched one eyebrow. “But stripped you will have to be, and I think slightly whipped. So you had better begin to undress yourself at once in order to save time.”
“Will these ladies remain to be spectators of the proceedings?” asked Emilie, alluding to my mother and me.
“It is rather unusual to allow strangers to be present,” replied the Abbess, “but as these ladies are my sister and niece, I think I may venture to grant them the privilege.”
“Certainly, I should like it,” replied my mother. “I have a great curiosity to see what penance Father Eustace, whom I know very well, will impose on a fine girl such as sister Emilie. What fault has she been committing?”
“Oh, dear Lady Agatha, please don’t tell your sister,” exclaimed Emilie, “or I will die of shame.”
“Nonsense, my child,” replied the Abbess. “Proceed with your disrobing, find a rod, and then go and kneel upon the divan in the corner. While you are waiting, you may repeat one of the penitential psalms to get yourself in the right frame of mind before the arrival of Father Eustace.”
I might mention here parenthetically, that I had, on my first entrance into the room, observed this so-called divan, and wondered what its use was! It was provided with pillows and cushions, and covered with black velvet. At each corner, moreover, it was furnished with leather straps and buckles. Before this device the beautiful young Emilie stripped, my eyes devouring her nudity. She was most curvaceous, her hips wide. Her breasts were full and pendulous and capped with rosy buds that swelled under my intense stare. Her milky thighs swept up to the mossy juncture that was of the greatest interest to me.
The hair on her mount was thick and bushy; below this mass, there peeped a most delicious pink slit that invited penetration. I felt a stirring beneath my dress and longed to ram my expanding cock into that moist love nest.
On this black altar then, which set off the dazzling whiteness of her skin most charmingly, Emilie knelt down, a victim for sacrifice, and after depositing the switch between her spread legs, proceeded to her devotions.
I was not altogether without experience in women’s charms; for instance, I was more than intimate with a pretty seamstress, who lived on the top floor of a house in the Rue Joubet. She very sweet and loving, and liked nothing better than to be fucked. I’d also enjoyed my mother’s young housemaid. While making her ladyship’s bed one day, she was astonished, but not disagreeably I fancy, to find her petticoats abruptly thrown up from behind, and a hot, stiff cock thrust violently up her cunt and between her buttocks. But never in all my youthful experience had I seen such a sight as the young novice, Emilie-the swell of her breasts, partially concealed by her posture, her long graceful legs, and above all, her delicious cunt, looking like a garden of black moss pierced with vermilion and placed between two puffy cushions of satin texture and snowy whiteness.
Surely, Father Eustace can never be such a brute as to flog that lovely rump, I thought to myself. As these reflections were passing through my mind, my aunt told my mother about the fault for which Emilie was to suffer. It appears that, because of her complaints of poor eyesight, she was allowed an extra quantity of candles in her sleeping apartments.
When the Lady Abbess was kind enough to visit her in the middle of the night, and to her intense consternation, instead of finding the young novice wrapped in slumber, she was lying partly uncovered with her legs spread lasciviously open as far as they could get. A large candle rammed about nine inches up her cunt, which Emilie was driving in and out most furiously, and heaving and wriggling her rump about as if she was possessed by the devil.
Of course, any attempt at concealment or excuse was utterly useless, as Lady Agatha was an eyewitness of the transaction. Indeed, at the very minute of her entering the apartment, shuddering spasms overtook Mademoiselle Emilie and she released the flood of her self-induced passion. Emilie sank back upon the pillows in a half-fainting state, leaving her candle to drop out of its come-moistened sheath at its leisure.
Now, the Abbess was not a severe woman-on the contrary, she was especially indulgent to the young ladies under her charge.
But, upon the discovery of Emilie, she was aggravated into being rather severe, as Emilie on being scolded, retorted with some impertinent remarks about handsome young confessors, and the superior privileges of the convent superiors.
All this my aunt related to my mother in a half whisper, not altogether unheard by the beautiful culprit on the cushion whom, as I perceived as I closely watched her, could hardly restrain her laughter. She didn’t act very afraid of Father Eustace, I thought, and I was right-she wasn’t.
At last he arrived, but before paying any attention to the naked girl huddling in the corner, he saluted the Lady Abbess with what I suppose he considered a “holy kiss” on her lips. Then he turned to my Mother with delight and surprise. “My dear Madame d’Ermonville, what brings you here? And who is this-this-young lady?”
This he said with some emphasis and I saw in a moment that he had found me out.
But my mother prevented any outbreak at the moment; she drew him to one side and spoke to him in a whisper. This conversation was not long. At its end he said, “Then, Henriette, will you promise? If so, I will not only keep the secret, but do my best for you in the bargain!”
This agreement was ratified by half a dozen kisses given and taken, which somehow seemed to me to be less chaste than they should have been. But I supposed my mother knew best.
“Now I think, Father Eustace, that poor girl has been on her knees waiting her penance long enough,” she remarked, “and in common charity you ought to inflict her punishment, whatever it is.
Only don’t be too severe upon her!”
“If only for your sake I will not, lovely Lady d’Ermonville,” replied the monk, whom I perceived was a man of gallantry.
“You shall be witness for yourself.”
I must say that he was a very handsome man, but for his monkish vestments. The brown serge gown he wore, open in front, and merely fastened by a girdle, was not a becoming costume. What seemed strange to me was that he wore no breeches, or undergarments of any description. But I soon found out that this was intentional.
Turning around, and regarding with lustful complacency the lovely posteriors and perfect charms displayed by the kneeling girl, Father Eustace briefly asked the Abbess if she had confessed her sin and promised repentance. Being answered in the affirmative, he remarked he would not use the whip but would merely administer a few gentle slaps, then whisper forgiveness, pour in a little holy oil, and the younger sister might consider herself absolved and purified.
Nothing could be milder in the way of penance than this, and to my astonishment, Emilie absolutely appeared to like the gentle slapping.
Instead of shrinking from it, she stuck her naked rump upwards and outwards as if to meet the infliction. He did not long dally over this part of the ceremony, and I could easily perceive the reason why, for as the monk knelt down to approach his face to the novice’s white buttocks, his frock fell a little open in front, and the most monstrous engorged prick became exposed to view. It was a powerful machine, with a huge purple knob at the top! As it was quite clear to me how all this penance would terminate, I could not help thinking that Mademoiselle Emilie would find it a rather different affair to masturbating with the tallow candle.
His “whispering forgiveness” as he called it, consisted of his putting his tongue up her tight little slit from behind, and gently sucking it. The tip of his tongue worked all the way from the topmost portion of her trembling thighs to the curving line of her buttocks, then underneath again to that mossy nest that glistened with his moisture and her own.
He flicked at her cunt lips, laving them thoroughly and plastering down the hair, then darted inside the slit, once, twice, and again until Emilie shuddered from fear and luscious anticipation. When he fancied he had sufficiently opened and lubricated Emilie’s pussy for his purpose, he proceeded to administer what he called his “holy oil.”
He meant simply that he introduced his enormous cock-head to the entrance of her dripping tunnel and proceeded to ram the full length of his shaft into her. Then he began to fuck the girl in the fashion of dogs. He remained on one knee and rose up slightly with this other leg, so as to better lunge into Emilie’s hideously stretched pussy. He forced himself in and out with great rapidity, his belly slapping against her upturned buttocks with each down stroke. His balls flopped freely each time he withdrew the cream-coated shaft to the head, then he plunged inside again with strokes of varying speed and harshness. To better ease his passage, he ground his hips in a tight circular motion, which served to open the poor girl’s cunt even wider, if that were possible.
Emilie, on her part, bore it very well, much better than I could have considered possible. After two or three natural expressions, such as “Ah! Oh!” brought about by the huge cock first forcing an entrance, she ably reciprocated his lunging shoves. I particularly noticed that she bent down, so that by looking under her belly she could see Father Eustace’s entire performance, and the noble prick and dangling balls he was working with.
His hairy belly formed a beautiful contrast as it continued to pump with a smacking sound against her milk white bottom, and indeed, it was a very delicious sight.
I dared not look at my mother, but as I stood in one corner with my arms around my aunt’s waist in an attitude of fear and intimidation, I could not for the life of me help putting my hands into her robe.
I groped around until with one hand I felt the lowermost swell of her generous tits. I fairly crushed the soft globe as I searched for the pebble-stiff nipple that soon rose beneath my insistent encouragement.
My other hand was equally busy, raking her belly and exploring downward until it found the warm cavern entrance covered with a forest of growth. I ran my fingers through the silky hair, then allowed one digit to probe the slit that seemed to bloom eagerly-and greedily-beneath my fumbling explorations. She never so much as whispered an objection, even though she must have been feeling something rather queer. For there was a prominent bulge in the front of my frock, such as no girl could exhibit unless she had pocketed a cucumber or a rolling pin.
To my disappointment, just as I was beginning to think that I could proceed to extremities with my handsome young aunt, the priest, Father Eustace, brought his delightful punishment to a close.
Emilie meekly submitted, which she showed by sinking down from her sturdy kneeling posture, until she was all but prostrate on her belly.
Father Eustace, of course, kept his cock buried in her while she sank to the floor. His hands were clamped firmly on her hips as he continued to fuck her for several more minutes. Then he gently withdrew his stillerect penis while warmly kissing her plump buttocks. He assured her of entire absolution and complete forgiveness. Tucking his dripping lance back into his frock, he turned to my mother, and looking towards me in a very expressive way, said that he wished to talk with her on a certain subject privately. My aunt said her room was at her sister’s services, and she would stay and help Emilie to dress.
“It is too much honor for me, dear Lady,” said Emilie.
“Perhaps this young lady would lend me a little assistance; she looks very good natured, and I should so like a glass of wine, for I feel very much exhausted!”
“Naturally, my child,” responded my aunt, “I will give you wine.”
So saying, she left the room, turning around as she did so with rather a quaint expression on her face, as if she was rather uncertain what my assisting her novice to dress might lead to. I, as may be easily imagined, had no objection to act as lady’s maid to the beautiful young lady, and I was so affectionate in my trembling attentions that she quite overlooked my clumsiness. I was sure, though, that she was very much aware of how my hands lingered over her quivering breasts and their jutting nipples ... how they brushed her curvaceous bottom-cheeks and intruded on the fringe of her drooping pussy lips.
“Dear mademoiselle,” she remarked, “you are as kind as if you were a young man and not a young lady!”
“Perhaps,” I replied, in a bantering tone, “you would have no objection if I were a young man?”
“Well,” she coyly replied, “I should like a brother such as you, or a cousin...”
“Or a lover?” I hinted.
She colored slightly and averted her eyes. “After the scene you have just witnessed, my friend, it would be useless for me to effect any prudery. Of course, it was the duty of the Abbess to be present, but I think it was rather in bad taste for her to inform you and your mother of my fault and allow you to witness my punishment.”
“Don’t be angry,” I replied kissing her. “It was a very pretty sight indeed, a most luxurious spectacle. Did the holy father hurt you at all?”
“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, illconcealing 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 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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