The Autobiography of a Flea, Book 4

CHAPTER VII

The sly-eyed little attendant quietly closed the door behind Ignacio who now stood tensely in the private chamber – a dimly lighted cavern of a room, splendidly furnished and containing the unusually large, circular bed in its center.

Upon the bed lounged Maria, clad in a garment of sheer material, its flimsiness revealing the darkness of her nipples tipping each large and heavy breast, the triangle of dusky hair between her full and rounded thighs as well as the clean lines of her arms, torso and legs.

She patted the bed invitingly. “You needn't stand there so formally. Come here. Sit. Be more comfortable while we talk.”

He went slowly to the edge of the bed, gingerly lowering himself to a sitting position and staring down at his booted feet, his face an empty mask.

She smiled warmly. “You seem nervous. Surely, a tall strong fellow like you isn't afraid of a mere woman like me?”

He shook his head, eyes still averted.

“Then,” she continued, her hand reaching to his back and lightly stroking it, “why not relax and enjoy our – our little visit? I didn't send for you to have a sullen, silent guest. I rather hoped we might find much in common.”

He nodded imperceptibly.

Her hand went to his thigh, pinching it and rubbing it with undisguised enthusiasm. “You know that I want you, don't you.”

“Yes, my lady.” His voice was low, even.

“Then I order you to – no, I shan't order you to do anything. It would lack something if you were merely obedient. I want you to crave me as much as I hunger for you!” The insistent hand plucked at his stiffening penis beneath his tight breeches. “Doesn't that feel good?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Oh, stop speaking so respectfully to me, you young dolt! I'm so hot I steam inside – and you sit there like a wart on a toad, behaving most properly! Have you no blood in your veins? No lust in your balls?”

He raised his eyes to her eyes, staring with somber-ness. “Yes, I feel desire, my lady. But I also feel a sense of caution. You might be testing me for loyalty. You might be simply following the Greek's instructions.”

She shrilled with laughter. “Oh, that's too funny for words, you fool! Why, if that great man knew I was sitting here, provoking your lust – I would be in greater danger of losing my life than you, you imbecile!”

“Perhaps, my lady.”

“Perhaps, my soft white ass! I sent for-you because I want you to do everything to me that a virile man can do to a passionate woman – for no other reason! You must believe that!”

“Then, you must order me to do whatever you desire.” Ignacio's voice was stubborn. “Because that's the only way I'm willing to cooperate with your passion, my lady.”

She stared at him with blazing eyes, frustrated by his stubbornness. Then she sighed impatiently. “Oh, all right, you mule-ish bastard! I'm going to sample you, one way or the other. Fucking is fucking. I guess it matters not how I have you take me in the long run!”

“Yes, my lady.”

“I order you to stop calling me 'my lady.' I order you to strip. I order you to make love to me! And just to save time and breath, I order you to do anything I demand or suggest!”

“All right,” agreed Ignacio, grinning as he stood and began divesting himself of his boots, shirt and breeches. “Since I've been ordered – I must obey! And I shall – with immense pleasure!”

She eyed his bared, swollen penis that jutted stiffly out from his naked body. “With a weapon that lovely and large – it can only be with immense pleasure for us both!”

He hurled his shirt to the floor and turned to her, his grin wider and more lecherous than before. He tore the flimsy gown from her body in a single jerk that left her as nude as himself.

“Now, what first?” he chuckled.

“Oh, I must have this!” she moaned, doubling over and grasping his upright organ with both hands as she lowered her mouth to its plum-shaped tip. “I must suck your pretty red lollypop!”

“Suck away all you like!”

Her mouth closed expertly over the head of his penis and he shuddered with enjoyment as her tongue darted teasingly around the sensitive tip, a blissful expression coming over his face.

“You – You suck nicely! Th-That's it! Go back and forth over the tip! That's fine! Oh, sweet God in the afternoon heat! That feels so good when you bear down like that on each down-stroke! God, but you know how to nurse a cock, woman!” And all the time he talked, he squirmed as her busy mouth and tongue worked diligently upon his rigid member, igniting the lust in his big balls, sending it hurtling up the column of hardened muscle and into her fiendishly clever mouth – spasm after spasm of juice gushing hotly down her gullet as she swallowed every last drop of it, wiping her lips on the bed-cover when she finally lifted her head.

“Now,” she said huskily. “You put your mouth on me! And don't be surprised if you discover that I'm no ordinary woman with an ordinary pussy!”

They shifted positions. She lay upon her back, legs spread widely and raised into the air. He lay flat on his belly, his head shoved up to her crotch. Her thicket of dark hair touching his face as he prepared to push his mouth forward, engulfing the pursed lips of the velvety crevice in her chubby mound nestled amid the hairy frame.

“Watch!” she whispered.

The velvety lips began twitching and rippling. Then they parted gently – puckering up and making a soft kissing sound.

“Por Dios!” he exclaimed. “By God, I've never seen or heard a cunt do anything like that!”

“I have unique control!” she giggled.

“Do it again!” he demanded. “I wish to see that cunt-mouth kiss again!”

She repeated the performance.

“Magnificent!” he said. “Utterly magnificent!”

“Now eat me!” she urged. “Eat me slowly and greedily and endlessly – until I shriek for you to stop!”

His mouth descended over her mound, parting the rippling lips and closing upon her clitoris as he began sucking and licking at the tender flesh of her cunt, slobbering into the slit, tonguing the large button of a clitoris and inserting his tongue wickedly into her hole – feeling her flinch with enjoyment as it slid in and out rapidly, hearing her sighs and moans as he slavered over the organ wetly and steadily.

“Madness!” she grunted hoarsely, writhing and undulating her body, clutching his busy head in both her hands. “Sheer madness! I shall never be sane again after this lovely, unbearable madness! Faster! Eat me faster – and more greedily!”

His mouth and tongue complied.

“Oh, by the terrible tits of the sea-sirens!” she howled, twisting and straining as she lifted her crotch to grind it into his face, frantically helping him press into her cunt, “I love this bit of foolery! Yes, I -” Her words blurred into a torrent of incoherent sounds as the orgasm gripped her, the violence of its pleasure turning her into a hissing, yowling animal. For long seconds she went through a frenzy of motion and noise until the climax was exhausted – slumping dazedly back upon the bed with glazed eyes and a benumbed expression.

Ignacio raised his head, his mouth glistening with a mixture of her lubricatory juice and his own saliva. “Sounded as though you really enjoyed that performance. I don't think I've ever seen or heard any women become quite that excited.”

“I – I love oral sex.” Her tone was dreamy. “I just – adore being taken in that manner, and when I've rested a bit – I want you to do it to me again while I suck your big, beautiful prick!”

“Yes, my lady,” he replied mockingly.

At this point I became suddenly restless and quite bored with the scene. Realizing this, even a creature of my lowly estate has, I believe, the natural right to seek a more comfortable state of mind; and I immediately set out for Bullpole's quarters since I hadn't seen that gruesome gentleman for quite sometime.

Bullpole was entertaining the wily Greek when I arrived – via a bustling servant bringing them beakers of wine – and judging from the shrewd glitter in the Greek's slanting eyes, his intense enthusiasm indicated another campaign to gull the stolid Bullpole. I leaped from the departing servant to an overhead beam where I listened and watched with more than a little interest.

“Granted,” boomed Bullpole, “that a holiday would be most welcome indeed. I do weary of even these suitable and familiar surroundings from time to time. A visit to your establishment might be just the refreshment needed for my mind and body.”

“Oh, it would, I assure you!” The Greek sipped his goblet of wine, peering over the rim with bright, knowing eyes. “I would be honored to have you as my personal guest, and to arrange various little delights for your pleasure.”

Bullpole smiled. “That sounds promising.”

“Greece offers its own brand of sensuality, my old friend. Spain hasn't the only franchise upon pleasure, if you'll permit the observation. Besides, there is a particular aspect to our island that I'm sure will fascinate you.”

“Really?”

The Greek nodded, swallowing wine. “Definitely. In fact, this aspect would require a man of your superlative virility since, quite frankly, no Greek is endowed with the sufficient sexual strength to attempt it without almost certainly losing his life.”

Bullpole leaned forward, interest coming to life upon his broad face. “That sounds intriguing! Just what is this deadly aspect that no Greek dares to attempt? Tell me about it!”

“Well, it's a traditional truth. You would probably regard it quite mistakenly as a mere legend – a fanciful story.” The Greek stroked his beard with a thoughtful expression. “Actually, it's as true now as it was in ancient times. She lives in the sea-caves still.”

“Who does?”

“The Mermaid.”

Bullpole roared with laughter. “Oh, come now! You really believe that such mythological creatures as Mermaids really exist?”

The Greek's face was solemn. “This one does, old friend. I can easily prove her existence for you by simply showing her to you.”

“I believe what my eyes can behold.”

“Then you will believe in her existence when your eyes behold her dangerous beauty – a beauty so ravishing that many men have lost their lives trying to possess her.”

“Possess a Mermaid?” Bullpole looked puzzled. “But I have always seen them depicted as being half fish. How can a man take a -”

“Falsely depicted, old friend. Real Mermaids are physically just like human females – with lovely legs and the usual delightful equipment between those legs – but bearing the ability to breathe beneath the sea. And since they are a lower class of immortals, they regard all human beings with a contempt that is murderous.”

“Is that a fact now?” Bullpole's expression had become amused again. Obviously he wasn't believing a word the grim-faced Greek was saying. “And just what makes this little Mermaid so fatal?”

“Because she knows – according to tradition – that should a human male ever succeed in sexually mastering her, possessing her with unusual endurance until she is weak with pleasure and must admit that she has been entirely seduced – all the treasures of the sea must be handed over to her seducer.”

Skeptical greed – but greed, nevertheless – lit Bullpole's pale gold eyes. “And she possesses the power to give all the sea's treasures to the man who takes her?”

“That's right. She cannot refuse anything he demands. When you think of the limitless riches hidden in the sea – gold and silver in sunken ships, fantastic jewels long buried in the sandy bottom – the mind is staggered by the realization of how wealthy that man would be, having seduced her and made himself owner of the greatest source of fortune on this planet. I see by your expression that you still doubt the veracity of this tale.”

“It sounds like a fairy story.”

“Well, it's not, old friend.” The Greek's voice lowered to a confidential murmur. “I've seen her. She does exist. I simply lacked the courage to gamble my life upon the strength of my balls and cock. I confess this to you in all confidence.”

Bullpole studied the Greek with steady and most penetrating seriousness. “Your confidence will be respected. I admit, while still having difficulty believing this fascinating account, that I should like to see this deadly creature with my own eyes. Perhaps I have the courage necessary to attempting her seduction. I know I possess the sexual endurance and strength.”

“Be not overly boastful, old friend. This is a serious matter whether or not you are able to fully comprehend and accept it.”

“I suppose so, but I should like to see this Mermaid. Perhaps the actual sight of her would enable me to accept the tradition.”

“Yes, that's reasonable.”

Bullpole lifted his glass. “Then, here's to a pleasant voyage, an invigorating visit to your native land and to the possible sight of the Mermaid!”

The Greek drank the toast with him.

“I will request but a singular stipulation,” said Bullpole smiling strangely. “That you accompany me when I enter the sea-caves in search of this unlikely Mermaid of legend or fact.”

“Oh, agreed, old friend!” The Greek grinned cheerfully. “I wouldn't think of sending you by yourself into that dank and unnerving place! Yes, I shall go with you most gladly.”

“Good. Then I look forward to the experience. If, as you claim, there is a creature there who is to be seduced – I anticipate the adventure with relish! My empire of holdings was not built upon timid hesitation.”

“You will see her. Whether or not you will be able to seduce her is another matter. I regard your courage with awe, old friend.”

Bullpole smiled, obviously flattered – a weakness of character that I had sensed in him from weeks earlier. If anything was to be his undoing, it would be his own ego. That and his appetites for power and carnal pleasure which were surely as immense as his bulk.

“We'll sail in a few days when the wind and tide has been forecast properly by my experts in the matter of travel.” Bullpole yawned. “Forgive my rudeness but I'm weary and must retire for a nap.”

“Of course,” murmured the Greek, starting for the doorway and giving me the chance to board him as he went by the beam upon which I sat. “Until later, old friend. I have a delicious matter of some overdue pleasure to attend in my own quarters – a darling young creature whose virginity I've been saving for just such an afternoon dalliance and this evening seems a fine time to have at the beauteous wench since my balls are brimming with aching juice!”

Stepping into another room leading to a main corridor, the Greek stopped – seeing his ancient magician silently stealing across a hallway without realizing the Greek was watching him.

“By the wrath of the gods!” muttered the Greek, his eyes narrowing. “That old schemer is not supposed to be in these apartments. He's up to something treacherous, I'll wager. Well, he's just signed his own death warrant quite unknowingly!”

Waiting until the elderly sage had vanished in the direction of Bullpole's most private chamber, the Greek continued on to his own suite – his face gradually smoothing out and losing the lines of rage and dark realization, and I knew the oldster was indeed doomed.

Shortly thereafter, stripped naked and lying expectantly upon his couch in a dimly lit room, the Greek smiled lewdly as an attendant brought a nervous-looking Iona to the couch, removed her thin gown and quickly departed – leaving the ripely curved girl and the hairy Greek staring at each other's nude bodies.

“You're quite beautiful, my dear,” crooned the Greek. “Lie down beside me. I wish to know you. And you shall have the honor of feeling your master's manhood -” he waggled his large and rigid penis at her playfully, “- within your untouched body for your first experience of human joy!”

Iona crept upon the couch, her eyes averted. She lay unresisting as the Greek's hands and mouth began fondling and kissing every portion of her lovely young flesh – gasping as the bearded lips closed over her cunt and quietly moaning while he sucked and slobbered.

“Take my shaft into your mouth, child!” he panted, momentarily lifting his head. “You may give me the same pleasure I'm giving you!”

Twisting around so her face was closer to his upright member, she went down upon it – daintily nursing its bulbous head and warty column, and the Greek launched into a frenzy of sucking between the lips of her organ as he suddenly came – his spasms driving him wildly until he was temporarily drained of both juice and lustful verve.

“Ah, that was most pleasant!” He relaxed upon his back, grinning at her as she carefully wiped the greasy traces of the juices she had swallowed from her mouth with a corner of the sheet covering the couch upon which they lay. “In fact, it was so pleasant and you did it so well, I suspect you no longer possess a virginity.”

Iona broke into tearful sobs.

“That's all right, sweet wench. You shan't be punished for the transgression. You were never ordered to keep yourself untouched and to do so even ordered in this palace of opportunity for pleasure might be damn near impossible! You'll not be punished. I'm sure you're still a very enjoyable little piece.”

“Th-thank y-you, my 1-lord!” she sobbed.

“But, tell me, little rascal.” He regarded her with an expression of intensity. “Has your mistress had any intimate visitors of late?”

Iona hesitated, her knowledge clearly reflected within her tormented eyes.

“You must tell me,” he insisted gently. “It's a matter of greater importance than you could possibly understand.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Who, then, does she crave?”

“The one c-called Ignacio.”

The Greek's features creased into a smile. He chuckled to himself while his hand began stroking Iona's full and pointed breasts, their nipples going taut with excitement beneath his fingers. “Splendid!” he said softly. “Now I shall see if the lad is capable of the loyalty needed for the little jaunt into the caverns of the sea!”

“My lord?” whimpered Iona bewilderedly.

“Nothing for you to worry your pretty head over sweet female! You have just replaced your mistress! A handmaiden will be assigned to you! You are now my very special favorite – and since you are no longer a virgin, there is no need for me to be gentle or restrain the lust that boils in my blood!”

He rolled between her thighs with a growl of desire, roughly pushing his ramrod to her crotch and plunging it into the moistened pit between her velvety cuntlips-ignoring her cries as he fucked her in savage glee. Her feet waved erratically in the air as he attacked her with brutal pleasure – lunging at her with thrusts that sent his huge penis stabbing deeply into her body and withdrawing his organ until only its tip still impaled her, only to ram it inward again and again with increasing speed and force while he grunted and she gasped with the violence of the act.

Having seen this many times before and knowing how it would end, curiosity prompted my departure and I returned to Maria's chamber to find out how Ignacio and the ex-mistress no longer in favor were getting along. As I made the arduous journey in a succession of well planned hops and leaps – there being no servants in the corridors at this late hour – I found myself wistfully wondering why human beings were so limited in their lust, and so unlimited in their scheming. It imbalanced their natures.

They were resting again, having apparently just concluded another session of sucking each others' genitals until satiation had been reached. Maria lay now snuggled up to Ignacio, who stared at the high ceiling as he regained his breath.

“Oh, that's so good!” she whispered. “But too much of it numbs my clitoris and I cannot enjoy being fucked-something I care not to risk even though you eat pussy better than any man who has ever put a tongue to my parts!”

“I'm somewhat partial to the act, myself,” replied Ignacio. “Although I admit it pleasures me not as much as fucking – lacking the element of masterful drive and intensity toward the end.”

She reached for his limp member, fondling it to excited hardness and stroking its erected length with a lightly clenched fist enclosing the throbbing penis as it expanded readily.

“Then… fuck me!” she urged hoarsely. “With all the strength and fire and force you can muster – until I'm exhausted and pleading for you to stop or until your endurance gives out!”

He rolled atop her, nuzzling his face into the satiny flesh of her throat, kissing her naked shoulders and breasts with increasing excitement while he inserted himself between her firm thighs and her hand guided his pulsating cock to the door – the soft wet door of rippling lips that nibbled devilishly like a weird mouth – of her cunt. Without warning she lurched, sending him upon his back while she assumed the upper position, grinning down at him.

“Better yet!” she gasped. “I'll fuck you!”

She lowered her body, slowly impaling herself upon the plum-shaped tip of his straining penis, allowing it to slip into her hole while the lips around it rippled in nibbling, sucking motions.

“See my heated orifice greedily mouth your fine shaft! Se how the lips tighten about its hardness, nursing its girth! I'll wager you never stuck your sword in such a lively scabbard before, eh!”

For reply, Ignacio thrust his hip upward – shoving his aching member deeper into the warm wetness that engulfed his rigidity – bringing the lust up from his heavy dangling balls and sending it rising steadily toward the tip of his organ now slithering sensually back and forth in her yielding prison of delightful sensation. She began riding up and down upon the full length of his trembling shaft and the lust rose faster toward the final explosion so near.

“Wait a moment!” he begged. “Stop moving like that! I want to make this last longer!”

“I can't!” she grunted, now rapidly bouncing her tight-lipped cunt up and down his expanding penis in a frenzied tempo. “I'm coming! I'm coming!”

His juices erupted into her as she emitted a high, shuddering wail of pleasure and they strained at each other in the spasm that followed spasm of orgasms mutually reached and experienced with a madness of brief tension.

No sooner had his climax subsided than Ignacio forced her upon her back – still held between her thighs since her legs yet clutched him firmly – and continued thrusting himself powerfully in and out of the nibbling lips that plucked and sucked at his member's roiling length.

“Ooh… Ooh!” she grunted throatily. “Ooh… that's good! Don't stop it! Ooh… ooh… OOH! Faster now! That's it! Oh, don't stop that pace! I love the brutal feel of that rammer stabbing like th-that! Ooh… Ooh! God, you're getting bigger and harder with each lunge you -” Again her chatter dissolved into a bubbling flood of sounds and noises that were more animal than human. And she shrieked louder and louder this gibberish until she was wailing like any banshee – against the shouts of lustful joy and triumph Ignacio bellowed as his penis once more filled to the tip with rising juices that went shooting into her with spasmic force.

Exhausted to a trembling weakness, they rolled apart and gasped for air for long moments until their breathing finally returned to normal. Then she propped herself up on an elbow, smirking down at him with pleased eyes.

“Oh, I look forward to many more times in bed with you, wonderful lover!” she cooed lustfully. “Yes, I must have you many times more!”

“Perhaps, my lady.”

She frowned. “What do you mean 'perhaps'? You will obey orders or suffer terrible consequences! Don't you understand that?”

He nodded, smiling faintly.

“That's what I mean, my lady.”