“Oh, prithee, Your Reverence, what are you doing to my tender slit with your lips and tongue – ooooh, eeee, ahhh, ohh, I have never felt such pleasure and such torture at the same time!” she squealed, but now it was muffled by the kerchief.
“I am gamahuching you, my daughter, and now you must French me, since I am but newly come from that beautiful country and am still imbued with the uninhibited spirit of its inhabitants!”
“How – how does one F-French, Your Reverence?”
“Do you mean to say, my daughter, that your master has not yet taught you this most tantalizing prelude to the art of fucking?”
“Oh, no – he flings me down upon my bed, or over a table, as it takes his fancy – and then, rucking up my kirtle and lowering my drawers, he plunges inside of me his great cock and thrusts it as if I were a boar to be stuck by a spear and wounded unto death, until at last his venom spurts forth and he lies heavily upon me!”
“Oh what a fall from grace is this, and how the years have dulled his perceptions and his priapic potencies,” cried Father Lawrence in right good humor to behold that he had surpassed his former cocksmith-in-arms. “Then I will instruct you, that you may in turn show your failing master a new skill in his declining years, and thus improve your lot, for in his gratitude to discover what intoxicating joys he has lacked for all this while, he will doubtless raise you to a position of honor in his household! Now, then, my dear child, open your soft lips, whilst at the same time passing your soft arms round my sturdy thighs, which will not give way, so fear no harm from my bulk, which if I mistake not, is not so great as that of your doughty master!”
“I – I am doing it, Y-Your Reverence and – and what comes next?”
“Why, now, my daughter, brush your lips – which should be in the form of a small letter O by this time – right up against the lips of that glistening and surging head which fits at the top of my cockshaft -o ahhhhhh, that is exquisite! For a neophyte, you make an auspicious debut!”
“Ohh-ohhhh…” From the stridency of these squeals, I divined that Emily had removed the kerchief from her mouth, as otherwise she could hardly have soared so high in the soprano register.
“Shh, my daughter! I am gamahuching your cunt, that is all. Now spread your thighs a little – very good, my child – ah, what an exciting oasis I perceive here, shrouded so thickly with dark brown silken curls that modestly conceal the plump pink lips of your appetizing cunt. Let us see if my tongue cannot forage through the foliage to come at last upon that sacrosanct crevice.”
“Mmm – ahh – ouououooohhhhh!” Judging by Emily's piercing cry and the sporadic creaking of her trundle bed, I deemed he had proved successful in that lingual expedition through the jungle of her fleece – and that only reminded me dourly of my own imprisonment in the by now loosened tendrils of Laurette's blonde lovecurls.
“There, I have found the sheltered nook and will pasture there till I bring you to felicity, my daughter. Do you now accord me the same sweet grace by opening your lips somewhat wider so that they may accept the very tip of my still aching cock – just so, a little more-now close those tender lips upon the morsel you have sequestered – ahhh, ohh, 'tis infinitely pleasurable, my child! Now, suck in your breath in rapid sequence, which, as you will soon perceive, works wonders even upon the most laggard of men – a precept you may retain in memory when next your master seeks to cross your threshold… go on just so, my daughter… ohh, my daughter, how obediently you perform your oblationary task, and do you not feel the hardening of my organ?”
“Y-yes, Y-Your Reverence – and the heat of it burns my lips, truly it does!”
“Have no fear of that, I know a cardinal way to put out such incendiary blazes,” he hoarsely avowed, and now I heard the slushing which his tongue made in that soft fork between her straddled thighs, and heard the convulsive starts which Emily's posterior gave to make the bed creak noisily, as well as her gasps and sighs and little joyous groans. Yet the minx was not neglecting her duties either, as I knew from the little sucking sounds that emanated from her mouth.
“And now prepare yourself, my daughter, for I mean to touch you to your very quick,” he panted. Whereupon there was a sudden catching of breath, and then Emily let forth a wailing plaint: “Aii – ouuououoohhh – ohhhh I will die of it, it is too tantalizing to keep me silent longer, Y-Your Reverence – ohhhh, not again, I feel myself transfixed as by a current of lightning passing all through my poor frail limbs.”
“If you feel restlessness, my child, solace yourself by clamping your soft thighs about my cheeks, and by their convulsive surges against my flesh, I will perceive exactly where you are most sensitive,” he told her.
For a moment Emily resumed her sucking of his cocktip, but then he must have lodged his tongue against an even more sensitive particle of her clitoris – for I was sure that touchstone of her Venus was what he had just alluded to – because the bed creaked mightily and her rising wail soared to the very ceiling if not to the listening heavens beyond: “Eeeeohhhahhhouuuuuu! Ohh ohh ohhhhh you are drawing the very life from my poor body, Your Reverence, ohh, I cannot bear it any more, oh do what must be done to end my torment!”
“Well, I had thought to drain your delicate liqueur by this lingual means, my daughter, but since you are still a young neophyte, one must not expect progress too swiftly, and there will be other times in store for you to practice with your master. Therefore open your thighs wide to receive my blade, which your delightful suckings have whetted into a savagely sharp blade for the penetrating of your cunt!”
There was more creaking as doubtless he took his place in the age-old way, and then a smothered cry from Emily, for he had silenced her with his mouth, exuding his own pent-up groan of ecstasy at the moment his straining prick jousted inside the twitching pink chasm of her churning young cunthole.
“Ohhhhhhhh, it has never been so good, Your Reverence! I must ask my master to – what did you say it was, Your Reverence?”
“To gamahuch you, my dear child. And in turn you must offer to French him, for, mark you well, when a wench can orally excite her master in two languages, her value is enhanced at least two fold. Therefore, you will let your master know that you fuck in English and French in that tongue, and, I guarantee it, my daughter, he will reward you handsomely with more attention than you have enjoyed since first you signed that indenture. But now, clasp me strongly with your firm round thighs, my child, and as it seems best to you, dig your slim fingers into my sturdy back, for now I propose to fuck you till my spunk puts out that fire of which you so mightily complain!”
And this he did, dear reader, to the accompaniment of gasps and sobs and sighs and then impassioned kisses and incoherent, trembling phrases which gave him the serving wench's accolade, for, if you would believe her avowals, she had never known what true fucking was till that ecstatic moment when first the prick of the valorous new seminarian was plunged into her eager, burning cunt. And to such an extent did he keep his pledge to extinguish that blaze of which she had so piteously complained that nothing would do but that he must begin, almost at once thereafter, a second course for which she readily fortified him by, and of her own accord, using her lips and tongue to make his tireless organ salute her before sheathing itself one more time into that willing scabbard…
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
She was loath to have him part from her, but he enjoined her to turn her head upon her pillow and seek the solace of sweet dreams – in which he intimated he would return – since he needs must go look to his young wards, who would be feeling quite deserted by now. So once again I was jiggled into almost indignant wakefulness by the redonning of his cassock, and then he tiptoed back to the room which, of the two, was to be his. He did not find anyone there, which I could almost have told him, for I guessed that Marisia had grown so absorbed in the completion of the tallying of pussyhairs between Denise and her sweet older sister Louisette that the time had sped almost without thinking of it.