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Chapter Two

We had an extremely good supper, and our snug little party of four thoroughly enjoyed it. Everything that could tempt and pamper the appetite was there – game of several varieties, and oysters and other shellfish served in the most exquisite style. I couldn't help thinking that if the ladies in the convent lived on such luxurious and exciting viands, it was no wonder that they found their blood a little hotter and their passions more excitable than was consistent with their religious vows. And indeed, the effects of the highly dressed dishes and fine wines of which Father Eustace partook liberally, as did my mother and aunt, began to make themselves visible. I was inclined to resent the very affectionate manner displayed by the handsome confessor towards my mother, but the Abbess, perceiving what was passing in my mind, motioned me into an adjoining room and there made me understand that the reverend was most probably my own father. Indeed, she was quite sure of it.

“In fact,” she said, “I would stake my reputation, my dear Auguste, that Monsieur d'Ermonville is not.”

“How do you know that, my dear aunt,” I asked.

“Oh, by the simplest way in the world,” she laughingly replied. “Very soon after my sister was married, I went to call upon her. She was out, but I was informed that monsieur would be happy to receive me, and so indeed, he appeared to be. He paid me the highest compliments about my face and general appearance, and I suppose he was right, for I was then a novice in the convent and appeared very provocative in my simple attire. Of course, it was sixteen years ago. I was much younger and handsomer than I am now.”

“You are lovely now, my darling aunt!” I exclaimed, thrusting myself upon her, kissing her lasciviously and running my hands over her ripe body.

“Spare me your lust for the present, my dear Auguste,” said she, “and let me finish my story. After supper you shall amuse yourself as much as you like.”

Seating herself on my knee and permitting my hand to retain the position where it had settled between her thighs, she continued.

“Your reputed father proceeded from compliments to kissing, and from kissing to feeling and handling my breasts and rump, which for a girl of sixteen were really very well developed. Of course, I could have prevented all of it if I had wanted, but I was very far from being the innocent girl I looked. My handsome young confessor had long since taken care of all that. Still, I thought it right to make some faint protest, but was met by the assertion that it was all in the family and was right and proper. He then lifted my clothes up and had a close inspection of all I had to show. Indeed, he had more, for he spread my delicate cunt lips with his fingers and began to lick me. The sensation was maddening. He kept my slit spread apart until he found the delicate knob of flesh that soon stood to his attention at the insistence of his tongue. My clit – indeed my entire body – quivered with each slash upon it. He nibbled and bit it, alternating these attentions with plunging deeply into my gaping cunthole. When he was finished with this, I pretended to sink down on the sofa as if quite helpless, with my thighs falling apart.

Now was the worthy old nobleman's time. He manfully took down his breeches and out came his thick tool. Unfortunately, I saw out of the corner of my half shut eyes that it was of no use, not a bit of it! His cock might have been a good one at some time or another, and it was not so bad in appearance even now, only it would not stand! That was a fatal defect. He lay upon me, passed his hand under my bottom, and felt me there. Then raised himself and contemplated my wide-open charms. But it made no difference; his prick would not stiffen. So at last I got up from the sofa in a state of great disgust and disappointment, and sincere pity for your poor mother, who, as I subsequently discovered, found spiritual and bodily consolation in the ministrations of Father Eustace. So you must never mind his being lovingly attentive to your mother, my dear Auguste. And now,” said she, kissing me, “if you have quite done rummaging my secret parts, we will return to the supper room.”

Very much relieved by this disclosure, I returned to the parlor in high spirits and found my mother and her confessor laughing merrily at something they had been discussing. Immediately upon our entrance, Father Eustace said to me, “I have been telling your mother in your absence, mademoiselle, that it is my duty as one of the principal confessors appointed to the Convent of Saint Claire to make proper enquiry as to the morals and habits of all its inmates even when not professed nuns or even novices. I think the presence of your mother and aunt will rid the proceedings of all impropriety. Undoubtedly, the Abbess has completely satisfied her mind as to your sex and purity, but I should like to satisfy myself, just for form's sake you know. So Mademoiselle Augustine, I will trouble you to come near to me and take up your petticoats.”

At this I hesitated considerably, but my mother from the other side of the table nodded and smiled at me, and my aunt whispered, “Go to him. It is only fun!” So I went around to the side of the table where his reverence was sitting with his arm around my mother's waist, and deliberately lifted my petticoats. This displayed to the delight – but not to the surprise – of all present, my fine cock and its dangling balls in all their glory. Indeed my prick had been more or less stiff ever since I had entered the convent walls. There had been a temporary lull during supper, but feeling my aunt's cunt and hearing her lascivious story had brought the hardness on again with increased vigor, and I felt as if I should burst. I reddened as my mother laughed, and Agatha came from her side of the table to have a nearer view, but Father Eustace preserved his solemn manner and laid hold of my throbbing cock as if was ascertaining the weight and measurement of it. Finally, on trying to force it downwards from its upright standard, and failing, he turned around to my mother, saying with approval, “He is his father's own son.”

“Certainly, dear Eustace,” replied my mother. “I am glad that you recall your youth in him again.”

“Well,” replied the priest, “I am not so old that I can't raise my prick up. In spite of all the nuns and novices I have fucked in the course of my duty, I am far from being worn out yet. Look here, young gentleman!” he ordered. “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!”

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