“Y-Your Reverence, you speak such fair words as no man has ever before spoken to me!”
“And yet does not your master – for I know him from the past to be one who savors the fleshy joys of our ephemeral existence – cozen you with soft words in the heat of his pleasuring with you?”
Once again the giggle of a maiden who doted on such titillating attentions, perhaps the more because, being bound, her favors could not always be so quixotically dispensed as her own ardent nature might have wished. “Oh, no, Y-Your Reverence! When he is in my bed taking his will of me, he utters rather more wordless sounds than sounding words.”
“Tsk, tsk, my daughter, that is like a pig at a trough eating his fill without pausing to reflect on the palatability of his viands nor the blessed generosity by which they are served him! Alas, my old comrade-at-arms has had his wits dulled with the passing years. And tell me, my daughter, does he sigh rapturously when his mouth sets down upon those full, enticing rosy lips of yours – as thus?” To which, suiting action to word, the English ecclesiastic applied his mouth on fair Emily's and gave her a lusty long and smacking kiss.
“Ohh! Ohh, never of late does he do that!” she gasped.
“How much he misses, that shortsighted master of yours! And this, my daughter, does he oft do this?”
I heard the rustling of garments, a tender scuffle, followed by an excited squeal of “Oooh – ahh – ouohh – Y-Your Reverence, how gentle your hands are on my arse, ohh, no, he pinches it and digs his sinewy fingers in cruelly when he is fucking – ohhhh, what is your finger doing there – ohh, how delicious it feels, you will make me cry out and then my master will hear me and know I have lied to him, for you are driving away all my fatigue!”
“Tender child, you feel my fingertip at the portals of that rear entry to pleasure which some maidens disdain as being against nature – do you not find it disturbing?”
“Oh, I do, I do, Your Reverence, of a certain, it so disturbs me I cannot wait till we are in bed – ohhh, let me but shed these garments of mine to be more ready for Your Reverence's desires, so very new are they to me!”
“Is this perchance why, my gentle Emily, you forbade Master Thomas to cross your threshold, wishing to test your fleshly powers against mine?”
“Tee hee! Oooh, Your Reverence – ahh – OH YOUR REVERENCE, ahh – ohh – you – you know everything in advance about me, do you not – ohh, how good it feels – oh how hard and red and angry-looking it is, forsooth much bigger than my master's – but you must not ever breathe a word to him that I find it so, or my poor arse will be black and blue for a dreary month!”
“Wherefore did you shriek aloud at that moment, my child?” Oh, how hoarse and throbbing was my unsuspecting jailer's voice now!
“I could – I could not help it, Your Reverence, when your finger penetrated into the little hole of my arse, for it tickled so wickedly that I very nearly yearned – oh, I dare not speak more – ohh, come to bed, I beg of you – I am longing to have that tremendously loaded pistol explode deep inside of me!”
“In the orifice where my finger was, perchance?”
“Oh, I have never had that done to me, Y-Your Reverence!”
“The thought frightens you?”
“Not so much the thought – for already, seeing you so strong and handsome and naked and like a new man I had never before espied, now that you had removed your awesome raiment, Your Reverence – but the deed itself! I could not support so massive an article inside so narrow a fissure, I am sure of it!”
“But all things are possible if one does not in advance set up impediment of the mind, my daughter, and we will try this essay after I have soothed you to it. Come, give me your lips, sweet Emily!”
By now, needless to say, they were abed, and I had been unceremoniously flung into a corner, locket in pocket of discarded cassock. But the room was small and hence I still could clearly make out what tangibly passed between them in the way of speech, even though I might not yet behold what tangibly passed between them – though, thanks again to my most articulate locket-holder, I was given graphic portrayal which you in turn, my esteemed reader, may delineate as befits your whim and fantasy.
Thus I could distinctly make out sweet Emily's somewhat ambiguously naughty response to his last query: “Which lips, Your Reverence?” which told me that the indentured beauty understood that a beneficent nature had bestowed on her three pleasure-giving, pleasure-receiving pairs.
“Those beneath your saucily upturned nose, my daughter,” Father Lawrence specified, and there was now the mellifluous music of a long impassioned moist kiss, after which Emily panted out, “Ohh, s-sir – my master has never so employed his tongue!”
“Surely you jest?”
“Oh, I never jest about being f-fucked, Y-Your Reverence,” Emily moaned in a tone which rather gave me to suppose that she was mightily absorbed in the strangely but far from unpleasantly new manner in which Father Lawrence was caressing her.
“But you should and must, my child, for fucking, being a bounty granted us after Eden, is never to be done gloomily nor hastily, lest one dull one's senses to the rarely complex nuances whereby mortal flesh is granted incomparable joys!” How well he spoke of fornicatory endeavors! I do not think in all my lifetime I had yet met one who was so imaginatively endowed to be capable of composing a very sermon on this provocative theme.
“B-but my m-master does not like his wench to jest while he is f-fucking her,” Emily quavered.
“Then I can plainly see why it was you opened the door to me, Emily, as you are about to open those other delicious portals of your most intimate person to permit my prick to journey as it has never before journeyed, for, mark you, no conscious, intelligent man should ever lose sight of the wondrous and devious implementations of carnal gratification when he is above all else bedded with a female to whom the art, though known, is yet comparatively new. And since your master has regrettably overlooked these ramifications, my greater pleasure it will be to render your sweet naked person fully cognizant of them! For example, has he ever so utilized the membrane by which he tastes his viands and his rich ale in this estimable manner?”
“Ohhh! Your Reverence! Ahh! Ohh never like that on my cunny, ohh I am dying, it is more than I can bear, ohh, how good, how heavenly it is, Your Reverence – aohhhhhouuuu!”
“Hush, hush, my daughter, keep your voice down, for when one exults unto the heavens, one cannot possibly project one's voice farther than a trumpet which cannot even reach a thousandth way to the setting sun. Yet the angels hear the faintest whisper of the penitent and the hopeful, therefore moderate your tone lest Master Thomas be summoned, like Lazarus, up from the dead of his lonely slumbers!” cautioned Father Lawrence. To which Emily hoarsely whispered, “Oh, forgive me, forgive me, Your Reverence, but what you did was like nothing ever in this world – oh, will you not do it again, and I will cram my kerchief into my mouth to hold back my cries of gratitude!”
“On such terms, gladly will I strive with you, my daughter, to reach paradise anew,” he chuckled. “But in the spirit of equality and fair play, will you not use your own soft lips and tongue to the granting of my cock's pleasure, whilst I endeavor to bring you to the zenith of fleshly bliss!”
“Ohh, whatever are you doing – getting over me and with your head between my thighs – and now I see the dangling big sacks with hair and -”
“And spunk, my daughter, a goodly offering which is like newly fermented wine for you to quaff, as I shall quaff the sweet liqueur which is distilled in the soft hidden vat of your delicious cunt!”
He had taken the pose of soixante-neuf over the bound girl, had this intrepid cocksmith. Perhaps he was motivated by the thought that tomorrow night he would spend his first night in the sanctified atmosphere of the Seminary – where he might not be permitted to spend at all, as it were – and hence sought – much as bachelors who hold what is termed a 'stag' party as a sad farewell to single blessedness seek a final orgy before contenting themselves with but a single legally granted cunt into which to spend their erotic effusions.