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"Immediately upon leaving the Vicomte de Merville in my mother's apartments, I proceeded to my own room wishing to refresh myself with sponging, and also to change my dress. In passing through a narrow corridor that connected my mother's suite of rooms with those appropriated to my own use, I met Victor. Now it must not be supposed that my admiration for my new aristocratic lover had altogether obliterated the regard I felt for Victor. On the contrary, I felt very warmly and passionately toward him, as I believe every girl must feel towards the man who has first invaded the sanctity of her virgin precincts.
"There are more experienced ladies here than I am," said Emilie, addressing herself to the Lady Superior and Madame d'Ermonville, "and I will appeal to them whether there is not a certain feeling of affection when a certain amount of force, of course, I do not mean brutality, has been used."
Both ladies thus appealed to, confirmed Emilie's opinion, and begged her to continue her interesting story.
"When I met Victor, he gave one rapid glance around and covered my cheeks and mouth with amorous kisses. From so doing, he was about to proceed to take further liberties; indeed, he had already grasped the front of my dress, but I had no notion of allowing him to get his hand between my thighs just then. In the first place, my passions had just been completely satiated; in the second place, I felt a little sore; and in the third place, both my orifices were wet and slimy, as indeed was also my chemise. And of course, the handsome youth was quite clever enough to figure out what was meant by such signs and tokens, and I had no notion of his making any such discovery. So I whispered to him that I felt sore, and unwell and sickly. As this assertion was corroborated no doubt by my pale and languid appearance, he had the good taste to desist immediately.
"'But my sweet Mademoiselle,' he began plaintively, 'what can I do? Look here!' So saying, he pointed to the center of his velvet breeches, into which it seemed as if somebody had stuck a fair-sized cucumber or rolling pin. Indeed, it seemed greatly to the credit of the tailor that the bottom part of Victor's britches held together at all. I laughed and told him that he ought not to have given way to his lascivious ideas; and that there was no reason at all why a young page's prick should stand up in such a terrible way merely because he met his young mistress in a narrow passage. But as his state of mind and body seemed to be beyond a joke, I suggested to him that there were plenty of young girls in the house - there was Fanchette, my own maid, and Sophie, my mother's chambermaid, either of whom would be happy to receive his embraces. And this I said, not because these girls conducted themselves with impropriety, but because I knew it was the nature of all young Parisian girls in their positions to yield possession of their persons cheerfully to any handsome young fellow who would exhibit a little passionate admiration towards them. This was especially true in the case of a youth like Victor, who was not only extremely elegant in his appearance, but was suspected of having a nobleman for his father.
"Victor grumbled a little. The suggestive voluptuousness of his honored lady, and the virgin charms of her lovely daughter, had quite soiled his appetite for any common meat, he said. But I stopped his nonsense by assuring him that as far as my attendant Fanchette was concerned, she was as sweet a girl as ever lived, and that her young charms were a banquet fit for any duke or marquis in France; that I had seen her stripped, and that her thighs, posteriors, and belly, and shape generally, were very nearly perfect. Of course, if he did not like her, he might let her alone; but I told him I was going to ring my bell for her to bring me up some warm water, and that if he chose, he might go in instead and tell her what I wanted. This I said somewhat indignantly, but he thanked me cordially, and proceeded on his errand.
"'Tell her to take it into the bedroom, Victor,' I said. 'I shan't intrude upon you for ten minutes. And mind you don't thrust your hand up her petticoats as she comes upstairs, or perhaps she will spill the hot water.'
"'I intend to make her spill something better than warm water, my dear Mademoiselle!' said he, laughing, and away he went.
"While he was gone I partially opened the door of communication between my bedroom and dressing room, and by shooting the bolt, prevented anyone closing it completely, if they had been so disposed.
Then, seating myself in an easy chair so as to command a view through the aperture thus left, I awaited the drawing up of the curtain (meaning Fanchette's petticoats), and the opening of the play, (the opening of her thighs and cunt). I had not long to wait.
"Enter Fanchette, bearing a large jug and with Victor's arm around her dainty waist. She was half laughing, half indignant. 'Do be quiet, Victor!' she said. 'Really you are quite indelicate. If my young mistress knew, we should both be turned out of the house ... at least I should. As for you, you impudent fellow, handsome pages are always appreciated, and perhaps you might retain your place. Do be quiet, you saucy boy!'
"This was said as Victor thrust his hand up the front of her petticoats, feeling her cunt, I presume. At any rate, he made a fine exhibition of her legs and thighs.
"His proceedings were making a favorable impression upon her as I could perceive, and when he told her that her mistress was not coming into the room for ten minutes, she turned a languishing look towards him, laid the jug down, and sighed.
"By this time he had her clothes up all around to her waist, and was on his knees feeling and kissing her rump, thighs, and belly, and the little orifices secreted in the neighborhood thereof. As he did so, with his left hand he was clumsily and fumblingly unbuttoned his breeches. At last, this was accomplished and he rose from his knees. His cock, freed from its confinement, sprang loose, in full erection and ready for work.
"Then grasping my pretty attendant around the waist he half-led her, half-carried her to my bed where he perched her on the edge, and dragging a pillow out of its place, thrust it under her head. Then taking a leg in each hand, he proceeded to work without further ceremony.
But he didn't know his hostess, for Fanchette proved to be, if not quite a maid, at any rate very close and small. Moreover, the lips of her cunt lapped over each other more than is usually the case. The result of this was that Master Victor made one or two very earnest shoves without affecting an entrance. If I may make use of the expression, he was doing nothing more than knocking at the door for admission.
"At last, in the agony of his unavailing pushes, he murmured, 'Put your hand to my prick, my sweet little friend, and guide me into the heaven of bliss, or else I shall come all over your belly, and you will have no satisfaction at all, and I very little.'
"Fanchette, who had been giggling at his unavailing attempts, now saw that the matter was becoming serious and perceived that from having an arm under each of her legs, his hands were not at liberty to help him. So she reached with her delicate little right hand and guided his greedy monster of a prick into her mossy cushion. By way of rewarding her pains, he shoved the entire length of his tool - nearly nine inches, I should think - right into her with the very first thrust, which I thought very reckless and cruel.
"Poor Fanchette screamed out, 'Ah, Victor, have mercy! I cannot bear this dreadful cock tearing up my inside. Ah! Do not, I beg you! Oh dear, dearest Victor! Ah me!' and here, as he sunk gently down upon her bosom, covering her face and white bosom with kisses, she gave vent to a long drawn sigh, and I could see that the page, after a few more driving thrusts, had managed to effect her pleasure at the same time that he consummated his own.
"You will notice, my kind hearers, ladies and gentlemen all, that my pretty attendant's note altered considerably from the sharp pain she suffered from the first shove, to the deep sigh of gratified sensuality that marked the termination of the youth's labors. And I think it should be so in every case where a girl is judiciously fucked, however tight she may be, or however hugely proportioned her male friend may happen to be. A man who thinks of nothing but shoving his standing cock up a girl's cunt, and spurting into her as soon as he can without any reference to her gratification, is, I think, little better than one of the lower order of animals."
This remark of Emilie's excited universal agreement among the assembled circle. Even dear little Louise, who I am sure had not been particularly well used by me, murmured her assent to the principal laid down by her more experienced friend. Good Lord! thought I, wondering what a girl or a woman would not put up with from a man once her desires are stimulated. I was sure nothing short of a man's strong embraces or in plain language, a downright good fucking, would satisfy her sensual longings.
Then Emilie continued her tale: "By this time I thought I might announce my presence. So getting up from my seat, I went to the outer door, which I opened and shut as if I had just entered my dressing room.
This had the desired effect. I could hear Victor get up and beat a hasty retreat. I presume he must have buttoned himself up outside the bedroom door.
At any rate, when I entered, I found Fanchette alone, hastily replacing the pillow and putting the bed into something like order. I told her to get me a clean chemise, and meanwhile I stripped myself and then desired her to sponge my private parts.
"The astonished look on Fanchette's face upon hearing this is hardly describable. She stared at me as if she thought her young mistress was either out of her mind, or more likely, had strangely forgotten herself with the last hour. I only laughed at her, and said, 'Never mind, Fanchette, it is what all pretty girls must submit to sooner or later.' This I said as Fanchette was carefully sponging and drying me.
"Presently, she said that she had no right to ask who had the presumption to violate Mademoiselle's person, but she feared that whoever it was had not been satisfied with what was usual in such cases, but had been guilty of double rudeness. From what she said, I suppose she detected that the Vicomte had been amusing himself with my rump as well as my cunt, but I treated the matter with indifference and requested her to assist me to dress. As she was doing so, I said, 'Don't you think, Fanchette, that a little washing and bathing would do your secret parts good?' My faith, how she colored up! Her face became the color of scarlet in one moment.
"'Why, does Mademoiselle imagine ... ?' she began.
"When I stopped her by telling her I had just seen her and Victor amusing themselves on the edge of my bed, she, with tears, begged of me to excuse the liberty she had taken with my bedroom. 'Indeed, Mademoiselle, that saucy young fellow was so loving and looked so very handsome that an indescribable sort of feeling got over me, and I let him do what Mademoiselle saw, so I need not describe it.'
"At this time, I heard a carriage drive up and the porter's bell ring.
Rightly conjecturing that my mother had returned, I hastily assured Fanchette of my sympathy and good will, and felt sure that the gratitude which she exhibited and evidently felt would be a safeguard against her tattling or telling tales about my requiring sponging and a clean chemise.
"I met my mother as unconcernedly as I could, but she was in a high state of indignation on finding out that she had been duped. Her aunt was as well as she herself was, and, what was worse, seemed likely to remain so. The note requesting her to visit the old lady was a forgery.
My mother perceived at once that it was a plot to get her out of her own house, either to take advantage of her absence from home in some way, or to rob her on her journey. Finding that robbery was not attempted, she jealously came very near guessing the truth. I could see that her suspicions were aroused by the strict way in which she cross-questioned me about the visit of the Vicomte. I brazenly described that I heard he had called but I had not seen him. In making this assertion, I think I went too far, as some of the domestics must have surmised that I was in the salon when he called and, without meaning any harm to me, would have no hesitation in admitting the fact. Whereas, if I had stated that I had seen him for a few minutes, and that he had written a note to be delivered to her Ladyship, no one could have actually proved that we had had any amorous intercourse together. In either case, I would be telling a falsehood, but as it happened, the lie I told was almost more than my mother could swallow, and I very soon found out the consequences.
"In the meantime, however, my mother pretended to believe me, and I flattered myself that I had deceived her. I very soon found out that I was mistaken.
"That night, I retired to rest hoping that the next day I might have the pleasure of seeing the Vicomte, and if the fates forbade our having any rapturous enjoyment together, I might at any rate console myself with Victor. But I was doomed to disappointment in the first instance, and very nearly in the second also. For, when I descended to the salon about midday, having breakfasted in my own apartments, I was informed, to my great surprise, that my mother had already dined and hurriedly left the house about an hour or so ago. And this in one of my mother's late habits was very remarkable and set me wondering where on earth she could possibly have gone. It was quite three o'clock before she returned; when she did, I was summoned to her presence and I saw at once that her stern aspect boded me no good.
"'Emilie, my daughter,' she began, 'you told me a gross falsehood yesterday; you said that you had never seen the Vicomte de Merville.
Now I have seen him today, and he admits having seen you, but only during five minutes brief conversation. But his confused manner, joined to the downright lie you told me, have raised in my mind the very worst suspicions, and in defiance of my warnings to you, I feel quite sure that you have taken my favored lover into your embraces. To speak plainly, you have let him fuck you. I dare say it was more his fault than yours, but that is no safeguard for the future; for when a girl has once tasted the sweets of being well-fucked by a handsome young man, she will not rest satisfied until she has it again.'
"Here I began to stammer out a denial, but this was speedily cut short with, 'Take up your frock and under linen if you please, Mademoiselle!'
There was nothing for me but to obey, and now I knew that my detection was certain. As I displayed my naked form, my mother muttered, 'Ha, very full-shaped for a young girl! Fine thighs and buttocks indeed, not so magnificent as my own, but very attractive. I doubt not everything very nice and clean, but rather an appearance of irritation, too. Open your thighs!"
"As I did so, my lady inserted her forefinger into my cunt as far as it would go, and then, nodding her head knowingly, exclaimed, 'Just as I expected, no maidenhead! Thoroughly well fucked of course, and as Henri does not stick at trifles, the rump hole broken into also most likely. Well, Mademoiselle, I have only just this to say. Feeling perfectly confident of discovering what I have just found out, on my way back from Monseigneur de Merville's I called on a friend of mine who has interest with the Superior of the Convent of St. Claire, and she has written a letter of introduction which will procure you admittance, not as a nun, but as a guest in retreat as it is called. And there you will have leisure to calm down those sensual desires that a child such as you has no business with. And until you leave my house, I shall keep a watchful eye over you.'
"I was very much grieved to hear this. But more than that, I was annoyed, and being strong in spirit, I determined not to show my feelings. I consented calmly, merely saying that I should like Fanchette to assist me in packing up my clothes and trinkets.
"My mother assented gladly, for she was pleased to see how cheerfully I received her sentence of banishment, adding however, that I would have very little use for my trinkets.
These, however, I was determined to take, as valuable property is always useful to carry about with one. Then I left her to seek Fanchette.
"As I passed along on my way to my apartment, by fortunate chance I met Victor. I hurriedly whispered to him to hide himself in the bath adjoining my dressing room, and that I would join him there presently.
He nodded assent with a beaming face, and I passed on feeling that there at least we should be safe from intrusion, that sanctuary being reserved for my exclusive use. If I had made an assignation with him in my bedroom, there would, of course, be Fanchette, not that I minded her presence, but my gracious mother might step in to see how my packing was going.
"Entering the room, I rang the bell and on Fanchette's appearing, directed her to set to work at once and to make a considerable selection of some of the best and most valuable of my dresses. The affectionate girl burst into tears when she learned the reason for these preparations. But I had not much time for comforting her, as I knew Victor would be getting impatient, and, what was more, might be missed if someone else wanted him. So I sought the small bath chamber set apart for my convenience, and on opening the door, found my handsome page sitting down on the closed seat with his breeches down. He was in a tremendous state of expectation and his cock reared up between his legs like a cobra responding to the summons of the pipes. No words passed between us; I bolted the door and he rose from the seat. At the same time, he gently pressed my head and shoulders forward, so that I was in a stooping position with my buttocks well stuck out. When he had me placed to his liking, he turned my clothes up over my shoulders and immediately began kissing my well-rounded cheeks - the cheeks of my rump, of course. And then he set to work.
The position, which I believe is called horse and mare fashion, is a very favorable one as long as the girl has anything to rest her arms upon, and the circumstance of my one leg upon the seat must have given him a good view of my juicy cunt and enabled him to charge in at once without any fumbling or boggling. His thick scarlet head separated my tingling pussy lips. Then the burning shaft followed, inching up my hungry passage. So hard and thick was it that I felt its entire length scraping my inner membranes. Thanks to my dearly bought experience with the Vicomte, and my subsequent rest and washing, I felt no pain, nothing but pleasure. And when the ecstatic moments arrived following the frantic pumping, I felt Victor's noble prick advance an inch further up my insides. He let loose a copious injection of warm fluid. I responded most generously with an equal amount, and we were both very happy and pleased with each other.
Of course, we could only speak in a whisper, but Victor managed to make me understand and that he would move heaven and earth to get leave to accompany me as one of my attendants on the following day, and that he thought he knew how he could manage it. I was curious to know how, but there was no time for talking. I went to my bedroom, leaving my friend to slip away quietly and at his leisure, which I suppose he managed adroitly enough.
"That evening, I received an invitation to join my mother for dinner. This was an unusual favor, for she seldom supped at home and when she did, her companions were generally merry gentlemen and ladies of the court, whose manners and customs she did not wish me to observe.
But this evening, in honor of my departure, I suppose, she was pleased to invite me to a tete-Ã -tete repast. A very good supper it was, too. The only negative note was an expression of disgust on her part at Victor.
That lad, as she called him, sent in a request by the steward that he be allowed to form part of my escort tomorrow, as one of the footmen. My mother proposed to send with me three armed footmen; with the coachman, she considered this sufficient protection. For my convenience, Fanchette was to ride with me inside the carriage, then leave me and my boxes in the convent and return by herself.
"'Bye the way,' said my mother in a musing tone. 'Those rascals of footmen will be fucking Fanchette into fits on the journey home, probably knocking her two holes into one, or something of that sort. Of course, it can't be helped, and I dare say she is used to it. But as for that lad, Victor, pretending that a little country air would do him good ... it is all nonsense!' Then, ringing the bell, she told the footman in attendance to leave and send Victor in his place, as she wanted to speak to him.
"'So Victor,' she said on his entering, 'how long have you been ill, and what is the matter with you?'
"'Not ill at all, my gracious Lady,' he replied, 'only weak, languid and sickly.'
"'Weak and languid? Nonsense!' exclaimed Madame. 'Here, sir unlace my boots and then bring me those embroidered slippers.' So saying, she stuck up one of her dainty feet. Victor, as he stooped down to unlace her boots, could not avoid seeing up her petticoats. I could not help smiling inwardly at this test for proving the truth of the young fellow's assertion of 'weakness and languor.' I fervently hoped that her ladyship would find herself disappointed. Indeed, when I recollected the noble way in which Victor had fucked me a few hours previously, I entertained some hope he might manage to dupe her.
"And so it was. Madame elevated first one leg and then another, so that the whole extent of her white silk stockings, and even part of her bare thigh was visible to me. What then must Victor have seen? Notwithstanding this, when his mistress bade him take down his breeches, there was his cock, sleepy, stupid, and limp, hanging down its head.
"'Well, upon my word,' exclaimed my mother. 'The poor dear boy must be unwell! I never exhibited my charms without effect in all my life before, but it is quite evident that you are no use in this house just at present. So, if you think that a little change of air riding behind a carriage for a couple of days will do you good, you have my permission to form one of Mademoiselle's party tomorrow.'
"'Thanks, gracious Madame,' said the page, kneeling and kissing her hand.
"Our journey next morning commenced as arranged by my mother.
Fanchette was with me inside one of our carriages, which was big enough to hold six people with ease. One armed footman rode on the driving seat with the coachman, and Victor and another, also well armed, sat behind us. We were to reach the convent that night. Then the men and horses were to rest at a neighboring village and return to Paris the next day.
"Part of the road winding through a forest was the reason for our requiring armed men. But the only incident that occurred during our journey through the forest was this. It seems that Victor's penchant for Fanchette was well known, and he was frequently ribbed about in the house. It was supposed that he had managed to get himself appointed one of my domestics for the sake, if opportunity offered, of fucking Fanchette. This was explained to me afterwards, by Victor.
"While we were going through the forest very slowly because the road was bad, we overtook a peasant girl riding to market on her donkey.
As we passed, I merely remarked that she was a fine girl with a sunburned face, and that her baskets caused her to straddle to an alarming, and, I should imagine, uncomfortable extent. This also had the result of exhibiting her muscular red-stockinged legs well up to the knee. However, we passed her, and I thought no more about it. But suddenly the carriage stopped, and Victor came to the window to announce that one of the horses had thrown a shoe, and that we must be detained ten minutes.
"'The fact is, Mademoiselle,' Victor whispered, 'that Robert and Phillippe mean to fuck that fine country girl we passed just now. They will take her up against a tree or any other way. They have persuaded old Jacques, the coachman, to pretend a horse has cast a shoe, and I have given them a gold piece each, and a bottle of wine. In exchange, they will say nothing about my riding inside for the remainder of the journey.
I laughingly told him that he was a capable manager and that Fanchette and I would be very glad to have him inside. I did not say inside our persons; but I have no doubt from his subsequent proceedings that he understood it so. Moreover, I expressed the wish to see the country girl performed upon, if only to see how it turned out with the two footmen.
Accordingly, when she came past the carriage, the two of them placed themselves on each side of her. Immediately, Robert began kissing her handsome, healthy face, while Phillippe had his hands between her arse and her cunt. She began to struggle and scream, but I told Victor to give her a crown and to tell her submit with a good grace. I wanted to see her well fucked and my time was precious.
"On this she altered her tone considerably, merely saying that two such fine big men, one after another, was too much for a poor girl to bear. Phillippe laughingly replied that this objection could be easily disposed of, and the whole party of us marched to where some bushy trees made a thick screen from the highway.
"Robert and Phillippe began to unbutton their breeches as they walked along. Arriving at their destination, the first thing they did was to take a cord from one of the girl's basket and tie her clothes to her armpits. The whole of her vigorous healthy person was displayed in the most bare-rumped, but not barefaced, manner. Then pulling her thighs apart so that she stood somewhat astride, Robert plunged his stiff prick into her cunt and Phillippe began to work his way into her rear. They lifted her quite up to her tiptoes and almost off her legs by their lunging shoves.
"Phillippe said as well as he could between pushes, 'You ... see ... my rural beauty ... that we ... are ... rather pressed for time ... and as you seem ... to object ... to us ... one after another ... we have considered your convenience ... and our own, too ... by fucking you both together. How do you like four balls hanging against your arse, all at the same time, eh? Nice tight rumphole you've got! How are you coming on, Robert?'
"'Oh, I'm up to her kidneys,' was the other footman's reply. 'She's spouting so that she's nearly drowned my poor cock - oh that's it!'
"As he said this, he shot his load into her in several shuddering spasms.
"Then both drew their weapons from their respective sheaths and the girl wiped herself and put down her petticoats. This done, she gave me a demure curtsey and hoped that Mademoiselle had been amused. I gave her another crown and bid her adieu. Then, turning to Victor, I requested him to give Robert a bottle of wine, tell him to ride behind in Victor's place, and share it with Phillippe. As to Victor himself, I ordered him to come inside, as I had some messages to give him for my mother. As may be expected, all orders were cheerfully obeyed.