Anonymous: The Autobiography of a Flea, Book 2

A day later, Marisia arrived in the company of old fat Daniel Montcier, who had been steward to Gilles Henriot, and was given into the keeping of her elderly uncle. She was an entrancing little beauty despite her tender years. Black hair, glossy as a raven's wing, fell in a thick sheaf past her shoulderblades. Her face was oval and saucy with full red lips, gray-green eyes narrowly spaced by the bridge of a dainty snub nose whose thin, flaring wings bespoke a merciful and warm-blooded nature, and highset, slanting cheeks of an ivory complexion that was bewitching. Yet her figure was even more fetching; nearly as tall as Laurette herself, Marisia possessed a superbly developed, already bold pair of pear-shaped bubbies set closely together and whose crests pushed insolently at the bodice of her thin blouse. Supple of waist, she owned lithe, sleek haunches and an impudently jutting pair of oval-contoured bottom cheeks set above willowy long, gracefully slim thighs and entrancingly sinuous calves.

The old vintner was overjoyed that his young bride gave Marisia such affectionate welcome, and beamed fatuously as he saw the two embrace. Yes, he thought to himself, in his declining years, Dame Fortune had smiled upon him and given him a bride who, though at the outset repugnant and averse to his affections, had miraculously learned her place and would warm his sheets as zestfully as a harlot from the stews. And, it must be admitted also, his roue's eyes dwelt reflectively on the budding charms of his tender young niece.

Marisia was installed in a chamber next to Laurette's own, and that afternoon the two young beauties closeted themselves to become better acquainted.

“I will do my best to make you happy in this, your new home, dear Marisia,” Laurette tenderly told her charming niece, “and we shall be fast friends, for you are not too many years behind my own age, and I have need of friends.”

Marisia giggled roguishly, forward minx that she was. Her voice was rich and husky, like a coquette's: “This I doubt not, knowing my uncle well from what my poor parents have often told me of him.”

“Hush, dear Marisia, you must not show any resentment. I have learned that lesson myself to my cost. It is best to humor him and pretend to be fond of him.”

“To be sure, so that you can go unsuspected to your lover, dear Aunt Laurette,” was the tender girl's amazing response.

“Marisia! How can you speak of such a thing! You are much too young to know about love.”

“Not so, Aunt Laurette. I too am sorrowful to have left my home, for there was a boy named Everard who did kiss and clip me till my senses were all awhirl. Is your lover very handsome, dear Aunt Laurette? Everard was fair and tall with the deepest blue eyes,” the little hoyden sighed.

“Oh!” Laurette blushed. “M – mine is blond and tall, too, and gentle and kind.”

“All of which Uncle Claude is not. I have heard my poor Maman say that one day he would come to his death from tumbling wenches. He has, you know, a heart that is none too sound. I' faith, Maman said she did not know how it chanced that he was not taken with a stroke when coupling with any wench that struck his fancy.”

“Marisia, you must not speak of such vulgar things! You are still a child, and -”

“Pooh,” said the bold hoyden, making an impudent face, “I have almost coupled myself, Aunt Laurette, or next best to that. For my Everard, not wanting to big me with child, did use his tongue and finger instead of his big prick in my little slit!”

“Ohhh!” was all the scarlet faced Laurette could say at this incredible declaration. Yet what the minx had just revealed to her had planted a seed of fantasy in her brain; if that was true, then by coddling and cozening the old patron in the course of showing him her willingness to perform her conjugal duties, she might well excite him beyond measure. And if he were carried off by a seizure as punishment for his lecherous overindulgence, then she would be widowed and free to marry whomsoever it pleased her. Nay more – she would fall heir to his estate and all his gold.

Cautiously, still overwhelmed by the fanciful prospect which Marisia's bold candor had evoked, she hazarded: “My sweet niece, would it please you to see your Everard again?”

“Oh, Aunt Laurette, it would be heaven,” Marisia eagerly avowed, clapping her soft ivory hands together in glee. “But how can it be? He is the son of my parents' steward, and must live with his father to look after the house and lands.

“Well, then, if we are very nice to your Uncle Claude,” the golden haired beauty wheedled, “we might crave the boon from him of letting Everard come to visit here for a fortnight.”

“How I love you, Aunt Laurette,” Marisia flung her slim arms round her young aunt's neck and kissed her fiercely. “Oh, I will do anything you tell me, that Uncle Claude may grant such a boon.”

Another idea had come to Laurette, experienced woman that she had become by the miracle of her virgin loss; she had remembered the covetous glow in her elderly husband's eyes when they had fallen on Marisia. “I think I may know a way, my sweeting,” she murmured, “but it may not be to your taste.”

“But tell me, dear Tante Laurette!”

“I have swiftly learned that by humoring your uncle in bed, he is of better spirits and more likely to grant a favor. No – no, I should not even think of such an odious thing, you are but a child -”

“I am not a child, Tante Laurette,” Marisia impertinently declared with a toss of her raven head. “I warrant I know almost as much about fucking as you do!”

“Ohh, Marisia, such talk is scandalous!” Laurette was blushing with confusion.

“But I do, dear Tante! At our farm, I saw the dogs and pigs coupling, and the bull with the cow, and Everard told me how it was done 'twixt man and maid. It was only that he would not get me big with child that kept him from putting his big prick into me – though once I let him rub the head just over my little crack! And I often played with it, making it jet its thick cream over my hand.”

“I cannot believe what I hear, my darling niece – you, so young, to speak of fist-fucking!” Laurette breathed. But the ingenious plan whereby she might win her Pierre was already fomenting behind that pure brow of hers. I perched atop her golden head and though I could of course not divine what was passing inside, I followed her drift passing well.

“Pooh,” again Marisia tossed her lovely head till her raven curls danced. “You cannot know much more, being only wed a few short weeks to my old fool of an uncle!”

At this, Laurette's white cheeks were dyed a furious carmine. “Then I may dare tell you of the way to win your Everard's presence here on vacation – but I will not countenance it unless you swear to me you will not sin so greatly that you will bear a child, for in that I firmly maintain you are much too young!”

“I know many ways of pleasing Everard without fucking, dear Tante Laurette,” was Marisia's impudent boast. “There is the way of tickling with one's hand or finger, also with one's tongue -”

“Stop, I cannot bear to have you speak so boldly of such things done best under the sheets with the candles blown out,” gasped the beautiful, golden haired Laurette.

“Then I will show you what I mean, dear Tante!”

“With your uncle?” Laurette hazarded. Ah, what a shrewd and sweet minx she had become! For assuredly, let both beauties enter his bedchamber to do him carnal homage, and even the heart of a wholesome, sanguine rogue would bound affrightedly; old Claude Villiers would surely be carried off by a seizure the like of which two such entrancing conspiratresses could procure with the vision of their naked forms!