Anonymous - The Autobiography of a Flea, Book 3

With a bellow of a wounded ox, he stumbled back, clapped his hands to his wounded organ, and, in his blind agony, did not see the little kneeling bench behind him. He tripped and fell full length, striking his head on the stone flagging of the cell, and lay unconscious. I darted down, reposing on his left breast a moment, enough to ascertain the breath of life was still much within his hairy chest. Then, in my own righteous dispensation of justice, I bit him a second time on one of his hairy fat spunk-laden balls, to teach him to break maidenheads and force their modest owners to break vows in their turn.

I waited to see what Marisia would do. Recovering, she stooped over her assailant and felt of his heart, then gave a gasp of relief. Then she sped out of her cell into the next, where Denise and Louisette, greatly alarmed by the clamor, were standing with their arms round each other.

Quickly Marisia told them what had taken place. “I am terribly afraid,” she avowed, “that when he comes to, he will wish to thrash me for my deception. The ruse Father Lawrence taught me so industriously has gone for naught, and I fear that ugly fat priest and all the others will seek to ravish us.”

“Oh, that cannot be,” Denise huskily exclaimed, “for I will give myself to no one else by our beloved Pere Lawrence!”

“Then there is but one hope – we must somehow wait till the dead of night and all are asleep, and go to find him and beg him to take us far from this seminary where a maiden's vow counts as nothing,” Marisia declared.

And so it was decided. Huddling in the cell occupied by the two sweet sisters, my lovely raven-haired young benefactress consoled Denise and Louisette with tender kisses and cooings, and I lingered just long enough to see soft hands disappear under rustling skirts as, to appease their frightfully strained nerves, the charming virgins began to frig one another. As for me, I went in search of Father Lawrence.

Nourished vigorously as I was, my heart singing within my bosom at the notion of freedom, and congratulating my own flea-ish wisdom on having chosen to follow the fortunes of so alert and imaginative a minx as gentle Marisia, I flew down the corridor till I came upon the cell in which Father Lawrence was quartered. It was the isolated one, with an iron gate between it and the next building where the priests had their beds. It was the cell of extreme confessional, Father Superior had remarked. Well, so it was. Julia and Bella, on their first night at St. Thaddeus, had each been sequestered here for an hour of meditation before being joined and then delivered up to the assembled priests for an orgy of fucking.

What was this? As I neared his cell, I heard a feminine voice – and recognized it as sweet Julia's: “Oh, my Father, you are new to this seminary, and you seem kindlier than the others, for you have brought three tender abandoned virgins with you across the stormy Channel. Can you not help me and my friend Bella?”

“I will gladly give you what counsel I can, my dear daughter. But I am the newest acolyte of this righteous institution, and have no seniority.”

“Oh, Father, if you only knew! Since we entered here as trusting novices, we have been daily set upon by all the priests. Not a single day or night goes by, Father, when we are not required to serve their basest whims. Even those times when the maiden's curse is upon us both, we must tend our mouth or- something else – to – to their cocks! Can you not save us?”

“Where is this Bella now, my daughter?”

“She is with Father Clement and the Superior, who expressed eagerness for her companionship to ease the inflammation they suffered at the sight of the three charming neophytes you brought here for their future education.”

“And you, like she, find yourself orphaned?”

“Yes, Father. But now I have too many fathers to serve, and it taxes me beyond my feeble girlish endurance.”

“What would you have me do?”

“If you could but help us escape from here and perhaps take us with you,. Father?”

“You would have me break the rules of discipline and disobey an order from my superiors which sent me to this seminary?”

“Yes, Father. Your wards will not be under your protection very long, that I can tell you. Father Clement, who bade me come to him at dawn just before morning prayers, laughed and said to the Father Superior he would be counting the pussyhairs of all three of your young wards before the week was out.”

“Then all is lost,” Father Lawrence mused to himself. “I have been led here unknowingly to a den of iniquity, thinking to bring Denise and Louisette finally to their brother, and Marisia as my own charming protegee.” Then, aloud, to Julia, “If this is true, my little child, I must think of it soberly. I would not betray these dear children who depended on me for protection.”

“They will not even let you fuck your wards, Father,” Julia avowed, “so you will have to content yourself with Bella and me, for our charms begin to pall upon your worthy confessors. As do theirs on us, if you will believe my sincerity.”

“This is a deplorable contretemps,” said Father Lawrence, who had not forgotten his skill at French. “Well, I must get word to my wards, then.”

“You must wait till after midnight. By then, all of them fall asleep from their carousals. Bella will be able to slip out of the room of the Father Superior, and I will bring her to you.”

“I will help you both, my daughter.”

“Oh, Father, I shall be so grateful!”

“Tut, tut, my daughter, do not weep! It is not so bad as that – come, put your head on my breast, and I will pray that fortune will attend you and your friend Bella, with me as instrument of it. My daughter – you must not touch me there – my daughter – your hand is exquisitely soft and expert – oh, I fear they have taught you shameless precepts at St. Thaddeus!”

Sweet Julia, whilst cuddling to him with her arm about his waist, had slyly lofted his cassock and, entering her slim fingers into his drawers, had brought out his violently swollen prick.

“Oh, it is strong and firm and good, it is not ugly like Father Ambrose's, nor abhorrently monstrous like Father Clement's,” Julia breathed. Then she knelt down and kissed the taut red tip. “I would far rather serve you and be your humble handmaiden, Father, than to remain here as the concubine of all those other relentless priests.”

“Your pledge of devotion delights me, my daughter. Yes, I will aid you and Bella. Ah, how sweetly you take my cock between your lips; whatever else they have taught you here, I divine you have aptitudes of your imaginative own, my daughter!” he panted as she began to suck him with the most languorous and attentive care.

He bent to draw her up by her shoulders, drew her to him and kissed her rosy mouth ardently, as she put both white arms round his neck and pressed herself tightly to him. She was clad only in a long white shift and sandals, and in a trice her shift was slithering down her flanks and piling onto the floor at her dainty feet, and her creamy lithe body bared before him, the thick crisp curls of her cunthole making bold contrast with the white skin. Her titties were succulent globes, the nipples already pert and dark and hardened in tumescence, for, as he had just remarked and as I knew from past observance Julia Delmont was an exceptionally passionate nymph who savored the sweet act of fucking perhaps even more than her equally gifted companion the plump Bella.

He drew off his cassock, and led her to his cot, gently easing her down on her back, then clambered over her as her arms reached up to grasp him and pull him down upon her titties. His left hand crept between their bodies, and as I flitted closer to the scene because there was only the faint light of a candle stub set into the wall, I could see that his forefinger had pressed into her pink cunt and was prodding her dainty clitoris.