The Autobiography of a Flea, Book 3

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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.

“Ohh – ohh – Father, how you thrill me – ohh, it is so good,” Julia moaned, and her naked lithe white limbs flung round his thighs to clench him to her.

“It is only science, my daughter,” he muttered very hoarsely, as he began to fuck her with slow, regular thrusts, whilst keeping his finger dallying about her lovebutton.

Julia's face was rapt with ecstasy, her eyes shone, and it was plain to behold that she found this experience exquisitely unusual and not at all the customary ravenous violation perpetrated on her by the seminary priests. Her mouth fused to his, her arms hugged him fiercely, and now I saw her body begin to weave as she coalesced her rhythm to his, till both expired with a long cry of bliss.

When he at length withdrew and rose she lay sprawled, a hand cupping one of her still panting titties, smiling up at him with a delicious happiness. “Oh, ohh, what joy, what pleasure! It is as if I were reborn. And Bella, dear Bella, my faithful friend and sharer of the wretched and odious summons that drags us nightly from our beds to obey our masters – for such they are – oh, how happy she will be to know I have found a friend and guardian!”

And so they waited there till the faint tolling of the bell in the sacristy announced midnight.

“Come,” Julia whispered, donning her shift and giving his limpened prong a last tender squeeze, “I will go find Bella, and do you seek your wards.”

“Go in peace, my daughter, and bring your friend back to this rendezvous. Then we shall determine our next move,” he told her. And he went down the corridor, after carefully opening the iron gate, to find his wards.

Marisia, who was, as I saw – having flown ahead to seek them out – in the act of gamahuching Denise. Louisette who was standing watching and frigging herself with her soft finger, first espied her savior and hastily related all that had happened. He went into the adjoining cell to discover Father Ambrose still lying stretched out, eyes closed, snoring regularly.

Quickly, he told them of his encounter with the fair Julia, and what she had told him of the dangers menacing all three of them. And so they hurried back to the cell of extreme confessional, and there was Bella in her shift, circles under her eyes telling all too eloquently her most recent occupation at the hands, nay, rather the cocks of Fathers Clement and Superior!

“Do you, Bella,” he told the lovely plump handmaiden, “see if you can find two or three cassocks, for the night is cold and you and Julia will catch your death clad in only your shifts.”

And while the charming damsel – for whom I could still feel a twinge of nostalgic kindliness, seeing that her plump white thighs and juicy backside and titties had often furnished me a most palatable repast – hurried off on her errand. Father Lawrence pushed aside the kneeling hassock, lifted the trapdoor panel, and drew out the heavy bag of coins.

“With this, my daughters,” he told the four attentive beauties huddling round him, “we shall find and ransom Jean, and return Denise and Louisette and Jean all three to their home. Also, it will provide for the dowry of Julia and Bella, to find worthy husbands in whose arms they may one day forget the tedium and exacerbation of being so constantly and mercilessly fucked without consideration for their own sensitive whims. The rest will take me with Marisia to Barcelona, whence we shall set sail for Algiers to intervene with the all-powerful Bey. Will you accompany me, my daughters?”

“Oh, yes, yes, Father!” chorused the charming quartet.

So, when Bella hurriedly returned with two cassocks, she and Julia each donned one, and it was Bella who suggested the way out of the Seminary, taking a pathway back to the cells of the novices and thence through the deserted darkened scullery and out into the spacious garden in which the good fathers grew their turnips and radishes and leeks and cabbageheads.

And I, free as the air again, soared overhead as this quintet stole out of the seminary, destined to new adventures which, they being certain to have wit and imagination which that accursed Seminary as assuredly did not, I meant to follow in search of my own destiny.