nirvana.
Marisia, giggling softly, rose to all fours, and, to his astonishment, placed herself in reverse over his lean, sere naked body. Then, bending her head, she took up the dwarfed, dry head of her old uncle's cock between her soft red lips and sucked at it, while she lowered her fledgling cunny right over his florid, astounded face, so that his eyes might dote on the soft pink aperture scarcely shielded by the downy raven moss of her virgin pubis, as well as the sinuous furrow, ambery-mysterious, which parted the poutingly jutting cheeks of her ivory behind, and the dainty crinkly little rosette which lay at the end of that Sodomitic passageway.
“Marisia—ahh—ohh, what a darling child, to show her old uncle such delicious affection,” he groaned. “I feel new life coming into my old bones—oh, continue the good work, and you shall have any boon you ask!”
“Yes, my sweet niece,” Laurette counseled, “did I not tell you your dear Uncle Claude was generous to a fault? In gratifying him, Marisia dear, you do gratify me as well, for I am longing to have his good stiff cock visit my lonely well, and that as swiftly as possible!”
Now such converse, abetted by such lascivious yet charming attunement, was ably planned to en-vigor the old patron, if, indeed, anything could at this late stage in his declining years. But Marisia, wishing to enthrall him totally, whispered, “Oh, my uncle, will you not pleasure me as well, since I am too young to feel the joy of a man's prick inside my little cunt, by kissing and putting your tongue to it?”
Whereupon she took the head and some of the dwindled shaft into her mouth and rubbed the point of her pert little pink tongue all over the desiccated flesh.
Groaning with the sensations which this naked young nymph was thus procuring for him, Monsieur Claude Villiers reached up his trembling hands and, gripping the pert bottom cheeks which undulated over his face, pulled Marisia's loins down to him. Then his quivering lips implanted on the fresh, sweet, pink tidbit of her virgin cunny a feverish kiss.
“Oooooh, that feels so good, dear uncle,” Marisia sighed languorously and lifted her head to regard Laurette and evince her young aunt a conspiratorial wink. “But do not stop, and I will ready your vit to the delightful labor of fucking my beloved aunt!”
So saying, the artful little hoyden took hold of her uncle's organ with both hands and tickled and squeezed and stroked it, then directed the head once again between her lips, commencing an insistent suction. The old patron, shuddering and rolling his eyes, completely forgetting his lawful mate in this unexpected interlude, repaid Marisia in kind by kissing and sucking the soft pink petals of her fledgling quim, which soon began to palpitate and twitch and grow exquisitely swollen with the flux of blood to their erogenous volutes. Finding the tiny little love- button lodged in its protective nesting place of sweet pink soft cunny flesh, the patron jabbed it with the top of his tongue, causing Marisia to wriggle in the most salacious way and to accelerate and intensify the suction of her rosy soft mouth against his cockhead.
Now his organ had begun to stiffen to the largest state of erection I had observed since my entry into the Villiers household, and at last Marisia murmured, “It will soon be of a size sufficient to fuck my aunt's soft cunt, dear uncle! Ohh, how nicely you are gamahuching me—oh, do rim me with your tongue!”
She had learned this lascivious lexicon from none other than her youthful swain Everard, but at this point her elderly uncle had no thought of chiding her for such audacious bawdiness. Panting and gasping, he complied, and Marisia writhed and jerked her hips about as his tongue rasped into her maiden crevice. Suddenly she uttered a squeal of ecstasy and flooded his tongue with her girlish love-essence, proof that she was hot-blooded beyond her tender years.
“Ohh, thank you, thank you, dearest, kindest Uncle Claude,” she breathed, as she rubbed her tongue tip over his scrotum and balls, her bottom cheeks still clenching and yawning in the aftermath of amorous rapture, while long shivers rippled her slim ivory thighs. “Ohh, now you are ready for my aunt, I am sure of it! Quickly, let me help you put your big strong prick into Tante Laurette's soft little cunt!”
She scrambled off the patron's shuddering body leaving him in a magnificent state of turgidity, and even Laurette's eyes widened at the unusual rigidity of the staff sticking up between his lean thighs. But, at Marisia's sign, she smiled and stretched herself in sacrificial readiness upon her back, straddling her thighs to their maximum, and holding up her arms to her husband, while Marisia urged, “Come quickly, Uncle Claude! Her cunt is hot and ready for your big prick!”
Wheezing with his excitement, the scrawny old man got to all fours and crouched over Laurette, while the passionate Marisia took hold of the head of his stiff cock with one hand and, gaping open the lips of her young aunt's cunny with the other, introduced husband to wife in the most exemplary way as if she had done it all her tender young life.
“Ohh, Laurette, Laurette, my darling pigeon, at last, at last I shall fuck you,” he ecstatically announced as he felt himself sink down into that tight warm channel. Her arms enfolded him and held him upon her swelling round milky bubbies, and her white calves firmly clamped over his thighs to imprison him to her love-bower.
Marisia did not take away her slim fingers till she was certain that her aunt and uncle were truly fused. Then, still excited, she knelt with her bottom resting on her heels, and slyly applied a forefinger to her moist itching pink cleft and began to frig herself as she watched the act of copulation.
His emaciated body was atremble with fulminating sensations; he arched himself, then sank back down, feeling his cock dig into the deeper recesses of his young wife's cunt. As for Laurette, though she still detested the old fool, her wakening the other night and her joyous plans to win Pierre Larrieu back to her side without her husband's knowledge had titillated her latent passions. More than that, the delicious salacity which her young niece had displayed had fanned the flames of her own carnal appetites, and so the entranced old patron was able to call out in a hoarse, shaking voice, “Ohh, what paradise it is at last! Ohh, I can feel the walls of your soft cunt nibbling against my cock, my sweet pigeon, oh, my adored Laurette!”
But this gamut of sensations was too much for the boastful old fool; suddenly, his eyes rolled in their sockets, his head rose from her swelling teaties, and he uttered a sobbing cry of “Oh, Ventre-de Dieu. I have lost my spunk —ohh, I am undone, your tight cunt has robbed me of the long bliss I had dreamed of wicked girl that you are!” And he sagged on her, giving down his seed.
When he had somewhat regained his consciousness and rolled off her, Marisia was there with dampened cloths to serve as sweet handmaiden to them both and to sponge them of the traceries of that brief fornication. It was then that the old fool, fixing Laurette with an inimical and suspicious glare, exclaimed, “Faithless hussy, you've tricked me and cuckolded me!”
“Nay, my dear husband, how can that be? You are the first man who has ever shot his seed into my womb,” Laurette sought to mollify his wrath.
“Yet I have the proof, Laurette! A moment ago, when my cock engaged your cunt, there was no barrier to halt my advance! Your hymen is gone, but it was not perforated by my cock, and that you know full well!”
“My sweet husband, I am ashamed to tell you why that is so,” Laurette murmured, lowering her beautiful blue eyes.
“I command that you tell me, you faithless, sluttish jade!”
“Do you not recall how I toiled in the wine cask that day of harvest, my husband?”
“Assuredly I do! That was the day I knew I must wed you—but by my troth, you have stolen from me what is my right in bringing yourself unvirgined to my bed,” he growled.
“But let me finish, my lord husband,” petitioned Laurette, taking him by the shoulders and bestowing a gentle kiss of peace upon his lips. “You well know that I wished so much to win the prize that I trampled the good grapes with all my might and main. And it was the constant churning of my thighs that weakened the seal that was your rightful due and, alas, rent it asunder. It is only now that you have fucked me for the first time and made me truly yours that I dare pluck up my courage and overcome my natural shame to tell you of this woeful occurrence!”
And thus the imaginative golden haired bride of the old patron showed that she could be as artful as Marisia, and, indeed, as the two zealous holy men who had taken such pains to “edify” her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
A week had passed since the entry of Marisia into the patron's household, and there was serenity in the heart of the patron of Languecuisse. When, on a Wednesday afternoon, Pere Mourier and his confrere Father Lawrence
