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"Your story, my dear Louise, comes to rather an abrupt termination," remarked the Abbess. "You certainly seem to have had a very remarkable experience for an innocent girl, and have told us a very nice story, but I think you should make a finish to it. For instance, what reason did Madame de Fleury give for sending your governess away? And what did the monkey-man, Sylvian, if that was his name, do without his lady friend? And did your grandmother carry out her intention of getting a peasant girl into the chateau for his benefit?"
"I was afraid of becoming tedious, madam," replied the pretty novice, "but I can tell you something of what you wish to know, if it will give you any satisfaction. I learned from Annette that there had been quite a scene between Madame Herbelot and the old lady, the former declaring that it was only the account which Madame de Fleury had given her of her nephew's propensities and wants that had induced her to undertake an interest in him, and to extend her research into biology in that direction.
"Which ended in the baboon extending his researches into her rump," said my aunt, at which interruption we all laughed.
"But," continued Louise, "my grandmother told her that although she herself was extremely practical and had no objection to her amusing herself in her own way, especially since it gratified dear Sylvian, she thought that Madame Herbelot had devoted far too much time to such pursuits.
"And so they parted; my governess left ostensibly due to ill health. What is more, to my astonishment, my grandmother did not get into the chateau for her unnatural purpose any mere poor degraded girl.
"She got in a fine, well-shaped, buxom lass. She was very curious to find out what the result would be of a thorough copulation between her pathetic charge and a pure healthy girl who naturally wanted fucking. But she was disappointed in her expectations, as you will shortly hear. It was not that Sylvian had not every chance; for Marie - that was her name - was well paid, fed and clothed, and was expected to fulfill her part of the contract ... and so she did. Indeed my grandmother took care of that, for she very seldom permitted her interesting pair of breeding animals out of her sight. For instance, I might be sitting in her room reading to her, Marie sitting at needlework or knitting at a respectful distance, while the man-beast was amusing himself in the apartment, cracking nuts or eating cakes. All of a sudden, Madame would cry, 'Marie, my child, prepare yourself. I see my nephew is getting excited,' which meant that the fellow having fairly been apprenticed in the luxuries of a woman's private parts, began to have constant cock stands. On seeing this, Marie began to show him immediate attention.
"Indeed I fancy that the dear old lady, though long past that sort of excitement herself, did feel something beyond mere ordinary amusement in witnessing the performances of these two and would call out to the poor girl when the beast was preparing for the attack, 'Quick, Marie! Take up your clothes and get down on your hands and knees. I think dear Sylvian will prefer it that way this morning.' Or perhaps it would be, 'Stand up right before him and let us see him do it that way!'"
"Pray," here interrupted the Abbess, "did your grandmother allow you to remain in the room while these strange proceedings were going on?"
"She did indeed, Madame," replied Louise, "for she was one of the haughtiest of aristocrats, and regarded her peasantry as just so many animals. I'm sure that she did not consider Marie, who was a good looking, plump, fat rumped, white thighed girl, as one bit better than the ugly brute to which she was induced for pay to prostitute her girlish body. And as for my being in the room, she regarded it as a matter of no more concern than if one of her favorite dogs got fast into a pretty bitch in our presence. When this occurred, as it often did, Madame would survey the proceedings through her spectacles and indulge in prognostications as to what sort of a litter was likely to be the result, just as she used to reflect on what sort of a production Marie would bring into the world after being fucked by the dumb brute. But such abominable expectations were not fulfilled, and I was glad of it.
"As I said, she came to be disappointed in this way. Connected with the chateau, Madame de Fleury had a very considerable farm, with, of course, its usual complement of servants, ploughmen, carters, herdsmen, and so on. Annette had a more than casual liking for a handsome young fellow who was the head of the cattle department.
"Accordingly, one morning we were crossing the yard when whom should we meet but this very Robert, who was leading by the halter a beautiful white heifer.
"'Good morning Miss Annette,' said he.
"'Good morning, Master Impudence!' she replied. 'Where are you going to with that pretty creature?'
"'She is going to get what would do you a great deal of good, and what I should like to give you,' said he.
"'Pray what's that?' asked Annette.
"'Come and see,' was the brief answer.
"So, as we had nothing better to do, and as idleness is the mother of all mischief, we followed him to a large stable at the far corner of the yard where I knew, but had not seen, that a large and valuable, but very fierce bull was kept for breeding purposes.
"Robert ushered us into the well kept stable, telling us not to be afraid, that there was plenty of room, that the bull was always fastened with a ring through his nose, and that he had his young assistant Jean in the stable.
"But as we entered, we not only saw Jean there, but Marie also. Upon expressing my surprise, she apologized, but said that the stinking brute, for this was the disrespectful way in which she spoke of Monsieur Sylvian, was ill - that he had over-fucked himself, or over-drank himself - so that she came out to enjoy the fresh air and to see Jean, her cousin.
"I begged her to stay and not to go away, on my account.
"Robert said, 'Oh! Please Mademoiselle, permit her to stay for Jean's sake. I will take care of Annette, and I wish there was some handsome young viscount here to entertain your ladyship!'
"I wondered what on earth he meant, but my attention became speedily absorbed in what he and Jean were doing. The first thing Jean did was to fasten the heifer by the head in one of the large roomy stalls the stable contained, putting two or three strong posts or cross bars from that appropriated to the bull. Next Robert led out the magnificent beast while Jean shook out two trusses of straw on the floor where he had been standing, muttering something about clean and dry for the ladies to stand on, but I found out afterwards that the straw was to serve other purposes besides standing on, but I will not anticipate. No sooner was the majestic bull introduced to the young heifer than Jean fastened down behind them two heavy wooden bars; thus we were in safety outside, but Robert remained inside with the animal to Annette's great distress, who begged him to come out or the bull would kill him! Robert coolly replied that the bull had something else to do at present, and that he would come out as soon as he had done his duty, in less than a minute.
"By this time, I partly guessed what all these proceeding would lead to. As for Annette, I thought she knew from the first.
"But I was surprised when I saw the stupendous animal cock erected by the bull when he proceeded to mount the heifer. Imagine, young ladies if you can, a large carrot at least a yard long, with a huge pair of white dangling balls, each apparently as large as those balloons we sometimes see little boys with in the street. It now seemed that it was Robert's business to guide this huge machine to its destination - a most unnecessary proceeding it seemed to me, or else how does the animal manage to effect his purpose when in the wild.
"But after he inserted the end of the bull's rod in the bonny heifer's open cunt, the poor creature absolutely shrinking and cringing under the enormous weight and tremendous shoves of the monstrous brute on top of her, Robert slipped out under the bars and stood contemplating the spectacle with one arm around Annette's waist, while he whispered something to her. She seemed very much excited and said something about Mademoiselle.
"'Oh, You'll excuse us won't you, Mademoiselle de Fleury?' said Robert. 'You see young men and young girls too, get excited by such a pretty scene as this. Annette and I are old sweethearts and Jean will take care of Marie.'
"I told them not to mind me. But my remark was unnecessary as far as Jean and Marie were concerned, for that stout youth had already got his cousin's petticoats up and his own breeches down. With one hand, he rammed under her cunt and with the other, he forced her backwards among the clean straw.
"Annette was treated more delicately. She was dressed neatly and even elegantly, and had no notion of being thrust backwards and having her neat frock and underclothing disarranged. Bidding her lover wait a moment, she spread her shawl on the straw to prevent its scratching her fair rump, I suppose, and then neatly and tidily gathering up her clothes, she seated herself with her back and shoulders supported by another truss, and opened her thighs wide and put her knees up. Then with a smile, she invited Robert to come on, an invitation which he was by no means slow in accepting. He had been taking his breeches down in the meantime and gathering up his shirt, and his noble cock stood forth in all its naked majesty!
"Depend upon it, my dear girls, that there is nothing in nature equal to a healthy man's standing prick; there are all shapes and all sizes; some are thick, some are slender, some are short or long and thick, but they are all good in their way. Perhaps it seems somewhat presumptuous of me to talk to you in this way, especially as I was virginal until this morning, when naughty Auguste, who I don't doubt is now fingering Sister Agnes' cunt, robbed me of my maidenhead, hurt me and made me bleed. But still you see, Lady Agatha, I have seen what every girl has not seen.
"Now Sylvian's prick was an uncommonly large and thick instrument, and half again as large as Robert's. But Robert's cock, about nine inches long, of a delicate light brown in color, well fringed at the root with dark hair, the end like a scarlet egg, was one of the finest objects I had ever seen, and quite worthy of the honor of admission into Annette's pretty little cunt. How the worthy Robert was to shove himself into that little orifice without splitting it open and spoiling my attendant, I could not at first perceive. But it is my private belief that he had plumbed that territory before and knew the way in. At any rate, if he had not been, somebody or something else had, for there was no screaming, no begging for mercy, no bleeding - nothing, in fact, at all of what I was expecting. Robert exhibited very great judgment and good taste even in the height of his lascivious delight, for he consulted Annette's feelings by asking her, 'Are you nearly ready darling?' The only reply she made was dragging his face down to hers until their mouths seemed glued together, and twining her well-shaped legs around his loins as if she meant to break his back. With this, Robert began to drive his cock into her pouting pussy with a force and power to which his former efforts were a trifle. There was some convulsive heaving and wriggling of Annette's posteriors, then Robert shoved his weapon in up to the balls and sank down quietly, letting it remain there, while the girl gasped for breath.
"I had been so anxiously watching the pleasure of my chambermaid and her lover that I had not paid much attention to Jean and Marie, who were only a couple of yards off in another part of the stall. But with regard to them, I could easily perceive that Jean had not treated Marie with the same delicacy with which Robert behaved to Annette. On the contrary, he must have charged into her poor cunt most recklessly, merely for the satisfaction of his own lust; after satisfying himself, which he apparently managed to do in about a minute, he had recovered himself very quickly, for while Robert and Annette were yet lying languidly in each other's arms. The young lad was turning his cousin over on her hands and knees, proposing to have his second fuck rump uppermost. Of course, as Marie seemed to like her cousin and enjoy his fucking in the way he pleased, I could not blame him. But their new position produced an effect I did not anticipate. Madame knows very well, and the most innocent of all young ladies can understand, that the posterior style and posture I have described exposes the whole person of both actor and actress in the plainest manner. It exhibits every shove on the part of the youth and every wriggle on the part of the girl's rump. In this instance, it was so to the fullest extent.
"Robert lay lazily on Annette's plump bosom, and hearing rustling in the straw, raised his head. Seeing what was going on, he hinted to his sweetheart to draw her attention that way. 'He has a very fine cock for a lad of his age,' remarked Robert in a critical sort of way!'
"'Yes,' replied Annette, 'and she is not a bad sort of girl for a peasant girl; well-shaped buttocks and thighs and two very nice little holes, considering the beastly work with Sylvian she has had to go through lately. I do so hope that Jean will get her with ch-child: it will be bebetter than a l-l-litter of m-mmonkeys, at any r-a-a-t-e."
"I wondered what on earth made Annette begin to stutter and stammer and gasp for breath as she was speaking. Turning my gaze from the dog-fucking couple, I perceived that Monsieur Robert, who had never withdrawn his weapon from its warmly moistened sheath, was beginning to recover himself, and was plunging in and out slowly, and evidently very effectually. His expanding flesh-pole filled Annette's eager canal, stretching the tender lips and plumbing the inner reaches until his balls slapped her upturned buttocks with the ferocity of his thrusts.
"This couple was so very quiet and exhibited so much propriety that I was not afraid to ask Annette if she liked it, and whether such a great thing shoved into her body did not hurt her. She answered in broken sentences that it was most delicious, and that she felt the fiery throbbing tip of Robert's prick tickling her kidneys.
"Now if you want to know if these proceedings excited me, I must candidly reply that they did. Though I did not know the meaning of my own emotions, I was aware of a strange feeling coming over me and almost fainting. I leaned against one of the posts in the stable for support. I stood with my legs somewhat apart, and involuntarily emitted a small quantity of some liquor or other from my secret parts quite enough to moisten my chemise, spot my stockings in two or three places, and even drop on the ground between my legs.
"But I felt much relieved by this evacuation, and as Annette had by this time got as much poking as was good for her, we prepared to depart. I assured the happy couples that I would not betray their secrets, and Robert hoped that some day I might find a worthy young gentleman to give me similar pleasure. But I am afraid, Lady Mother, that I am making too long a story and will weary you and these girls, permit me therefore to conclude.
"Very shortly after the interesting events which I have just related, my father summoned me home. As Annette expressed a wish to remain and marry Robert, I persuaded my father to give them a little money so as to enable them to take a small farm in the neighborhood. And it was from Annette, on the occasion of a visit she made to Paris, that I heard the result of that which I witnessed at the Chateau de Fleury. It seems that Marie had the prudence to hoard her disagreeably earned wages, and it was well that she did so, for my grandmother's mind was so set on seeing the product of Sylvian's loins that the poor girl had to undergo every day and sometimes twice and three times the lustful embraces of the filthy brute. But even there, good came out of evil; for she told Annette that if it had not been for the man-ape being equally pleased with her rump hole as with her cunt, she believed he would have fucked her into a decline. As it was, she became pregnant and began to get very heavy, to the great delight of the scientific old lady.
While Madame was in this temper, Marie by Annette's advice, got from her all the money, cast off dresses, and other presents that she could coax or wheedle out of the old lady. For Annette guessed how the affair would terminate, and knew what a tremendous storm would ensue. Well the girl delivered, of course, to the wrath and disappointment of Madame de Fleury. Why? The baby was not a curiosity but a fine baby boy, very much like its father, as it turned out.
So out of the house Marie was sent packing; but thanks to her own care and Annette's advice, she had more money and clothes than any peasant girl in the district, or indeed most farmers' daughters in the neighborhood. Jean was discharged by his mistress, married Marie, and as man and wife, they entered Robert's service as farm servants.
Madame de Fleury died. As for Sylvian, little was heard of him, though Annette believed he was sent away, not to be seen again. So there is the end of my story, and I sincerely hope I have not tired you all by its tedious length."
We all hastened to assure the dear little girl that such was far from being the case, and the Abbess in particular remarked that she felt quite surprised that such an innocent inexperienced girl as Louise should have seen such extraordinary incidents and relate such an interesting story. She then intimated to her that she was at liberty to call upon any one of the rest of the young ladies to contribute their share to the general amusement.
After a little consideration, Louise selected Emilie, giving as her reason that she thought Emilie would be the most likely to tell about something that she had felt, whereas Louise could only tell what she had seen. To this Emilie laughingly assented. She commenced her story thus.
"Although my mother was left a tolerable fortune on the death of my father, she was by no means what is generally termed rich; still she liked to have everything about her in good style-house, furniture, carriage and servants.
"One thing she was very particular about, that the servants, male and female, who closely attended to her, should be good looking and well dressed. She did not object to giving high wages and she would overlook a little idleness or carelessness ... but appearance was everything.
Consequently, no one in the household felt much astonished when we learned Pierre Morin, the groom of the chambers, who was both stupid and ugly, though honest enough, had received his discharge. Albert, who was head page and her footman, was promoted, and my mother's steward and housekeeper received orders to look out for a suitable ladies' page.
"In due time, a youth made his appearance, highly recommended by the housekeeper, who informed my mother that he had good blood in his veins. What's more, the housekeeper was likely enough to know all about it, as I afterwards had the strongest reasons for believing him to be her natural son. Be that as it may, the youth was taken into the situation and speedily became a great favorite with my mother, too much of a favorite I might have thought had I been older and more experienced. He certainly was uncommonly handsome, and I soon began to feel an interest in him on my own account.
"It was Victor's duty - that was his name - to wait in the anteroom to be ready at my mother's call. But as he was closely on duty all day, she never took him out with her at night when she was going to a ball, the theater, or a masquerade - for this she had regular carriage attendants.
As for me, my mother did not consider me old enough to go into society, and I was left to amuse myself in the best manner I could when she was out. Now, though Master Victor had no business to be lounging about the boudoirs and antechambers during my mother's absence, he constantly was there, sometimes under pretence of cleaning and arranging things to rights, and sometimes pretending that he was in attendance on me. I believe that the housekeeper approved of his actions and used to have rich chocolates made to serve with sweetmeats for him to bring up to me, to cloak his designs. After a little, when he became bolder, and I more familiar, he used to tell me stories of the world, not always of the most delicate character. One time for instance, he told of how a certain young Vicomte had been found by his mother on the sofa with his sister's governess between him and the cushions and his cock buried deeply in her yawning cunt.
"Though I did not altogether understand these stories, they were not without effect upon me. The young fellow then used to show me pictures, which without being absolutely indelicate, had a slight tendency in that direction.
"One evening, when my mother had gone to a masquerade and did not intend returning until three or four o'clock in the morning, Master Victor had made himself more than usually entertaining. He had shown me plenty of pictures and told me lots of amusing stories, and I'm ashamed to say I was getting rather fond of him. As he was pulling some pictures out of his pockets, there fell on the floor what seemed either a large pocket book or a small portfolio. This I grabbed and tried to open. He smiled at my efforts and said the book was not intended to be opened by everybody, that there were secrets in it, and so on. All this raised my girlish curiosity, and I insisted on knowing and seeing the contents of the book.
"'Very well then, the picture represent a series of dramatic scenes, enacted by a young lady and gentleman in private,' he said. 'Amateur theatricals, with no spectators.'
"I insisted upon seeing the pictures immediately. He complied, sitting himself close beside me on the sofa, and exhibited the pictures one by one. The book opened with a concealed spring, a curious and unnecessary precaution I thought, for there was nothing in the slightest degree improper in the first two or three pictures. Then I speedily altered my opinion. I cannot go over all the pictures one by one, but I might mention that the first represented lovemaking between a young lady and gentlemen; showing them walking with their arms around each other's waist in a garden, he kneeling at her feet as she sat in an arbor, kissing very sedately; but when Master Victor, presuming on my indulgence, suggested that we should imitate the scenes before us, I only laughed and told him not to be impudent.
"This apparently he took for consent, for he knelt by my side and dragged my right arm around his neck and wound his left arm around my waist. This was decidedly improper conduct by a page towards the daughter of the house. But it did not end there, for the next picture represented the young lover in a more forward character. He had got his breeches down and his right hand up the young lady's petticoats, while her person was most indecently exposed. The sight of this picture struck me with shame, and yet somehow or other I could not keep my eyes from it. This I don't doubt was perceived by the saucy page, who insinuated his hand up my petticoats and began to finger my untried and lightly-mossed cunt. I ought, I suppose, to have risen and rung the bell, or screamed out for assistance; but for the life of me I could not do either. He got his forefinger well into me, past the clutching lips and deep in my cave, and began to excite me.
"As I turned over the next leaf of the seductive book, I happened to look down and saw that my young friend had got his stiff prick exposed and ready. He was long and thin and venous and was capped with a plumlike helmet with a slit in its end that seemed almost to smile at me. Not that my ideas were altogether formed on the subject then, but I was certainly very angry and rather frightened. But his handsome face was turned up to mine with such a passionate and imploring air that I felt softened and irresolute, and to hide my confusion, I turned my eyes to the picture I had just looked over. And what a picture! It represented the lover as having got on so well in his love-making and seductive arts that he was on the verge of the fuck, and the young lady was shown with her legs up his arms and her thighs wide open, while his red-headed prick was seeking admission at her private entrance. The sight of this pretty picture completed my confusion and I hardly knew what I was doing. Victor quickly perceived my state, and taking advantage of it, speedily pulled up my silk robe and elegant underclothing and muttered, 'Such whiteness and delicacy I never saw in my life before.' He proceeded to kiss, mumble, and even to insinuate his tongue into my little virgin treasure. This I know now effected a double purpose; it not only excited me, but rendered my cunt moist and open, so that his cock might have less difficulty forcing an entrance.
"Very little of this sort of work was needed before I lay back with my head on a sofa cushion in a half fainting state. Immediately, I felt the youth's head, thighs and hips between mine, his head and belly pressed against mine, and his still hotter prick between the lips of my orifice. As yet, I was not hurt, but when he found himself in the right road and began to force his way in, I could not avoid a slight scream.
"He immediately put an end to my protest, rather cruelly I thought, by placing one of the sofa cushions over my face and muffling my mouth effectively. Then, with three tremendous shoves, he practically split my poor, gaping cunt and so achieved his purpose. I was no longer a maid! After three more ramming thrusts, I felt a warm thick discharge injected into the very innermost sanctuary of my private parts, and my handsome young ravisher sank languidly down on my body, removed the cushion from my face and covered it with kisses instead. Indeed, he should have been grateful; he had all the pleasure and I had all the pain. When he had quite recovered himself, he begged my pardon for the slight violence he had been obliged to use, and explained that when a young girl has her virginity taken, she could not help in ordinary cases screaming a little. For fear of any one hearing me and coming to see what the matter was, he had been obliged to use coercive measures, lest my reputation should be compromised. He then with his pocket-handkerchief wiped my violated cunt, which indeed was necessary as it was all wet with blood and stuff like saliva. This done, I felt more comfortable. Then he said he would go downstairs, giving out that it was my orders that I should be served with some chocolate, some jelly, and a glass of liquor. I expressed my thanks at the prospect of this refreshment, on which he further offered to try and get hold of a bottle of champagne. If he could, he said he would smuggle it upstairs and it would do us both good.
"Then he took his departure, after tucking in that long and graceful piston, arranging his breeches and smoothing his hair, and trying to look as if nothing had been taking place. As for me, he recommended that I rest myself during the quarter of an hour he would be absent, and look at the remainder of the pictures contained in his wicked and attractive book. There, my dears, in every possible position that a man and the most voluptuous woman could submit to, were the happy lovers represented, with the lady kneeling down, peeping under her belly at her lover's performance, or striding over him taking the larger share of the work herself. To further excite her favorite, I suppose, in some of the photos, she was permitting him to shove his prick into what are not usually considered legitimate orifices, such as her asshole, or her mouth ... all very pleasant I dare say, but not very proper. However, in this instance, they served Victor's purpose, namely that of exciting me. So that when he returned bringing with him not only the wine, chocolate and jelly, but also the champagne, I felt not only glad of the refreshment, but also of his company. Being further excited by the wine, and his explanations and remarks about the bedroom that night, I told him I would grant him every indulgence that lay in a girl's power, and that if not, we might find opportunities either in the garden by day time or in my mother's apartments when her ladyship was out."