your ease to have me here between you?”
Denise giggled. “It reminds me a little of Jean when he was at home with us,” she confided.
“In what way, my daughter?”
“Well, he was always asking me to let him see my tetons.”
“Your titties? I cannot blame him for that either. How adorably firm and satiny they are to the sight and to the touch. Indeed, one would believe you were several years older than your actual age, my daughter. Your flesh is firm and yet so youthful, with the budding promise of maturity. This is the combination which heats the blood of the most experienced rogue, and that is why it was well that I rescued you and your sister from that wretched pimp. Beauty such as yours must be appreciated by those of wisdom and patience, as well as strength, my charming Denise.”
“Oh, mon Pere,” Denise again giggled, “now you are making me blush even more than Jean did.”
“And why should that be, my daughter?”
“Because you are a full grown man, mon Pere, and because I can see that your bite is so very much bigger than Jean's ever was, even though it is still hidden in your garments.”
She was assuredly a bold jade for a virgin, a wise virgin forsooth, was she not! Yet with unerring knowledge, I could have anticipated Father Lawrence's approval of that forwardness; of energetic mien and temperament himself, he most of all was a priest likely to savor an aggressive wench. It took fewer sermons and wasted less time to engage himself with one who did not simper and fidget and turn away and ask to have every word translated. With girls like Louisette and Denise, as with Georgette, and, farther back, with the Widow Bernard and the Amazonian housekeeper, Desiree, Father Lawrence was sure to be at his most zealous and potent; he did not need to waste his strength or his time in seducing them to bed, since females of that ilk already yearned to be fucked and rogered to the utmost, even if they did not come out and say so in so many words!
“Now, are you both better disposed to take me into your confidence, my daughters?” the virile English ecclesiastic demanded.
“Oh yes, mon Pere,” came from Denise. Marisia, not to be outdone, chimed in with: “You are the only one whom I shall ever confide in, mon Pere, now that I am departing from my beloved Tante Laurette.”
“It does my heart good to know that you two charming children have, like babes in the woods, made up with each other and become good friends. But tell me, Marisia, my dear, did Denise discuss with you aught of the habits of her brother Jean?”
Now it was Marisia's turn to giggle and to murmur, so softly that I almost could not hear. “Oh, oui, mon Pere, she told me a great many things that he did to her and Louisette because he loved them so much.”
“Tattle-tale!” Denise burst out.
“Not so, my dear child, and do not upbraid my ward, for I have already heard something of this intimate story, as you will remember. When I was with you and your sister, my dear Denise, did you not tell me that it was Jean's habit to tickle your most delicate and secret spots but, of course, without committing original sin?”
“Yes, I suppose that is true. But all the same, Marisia shouldn't tell you what I told her in confidence, mon Pere,” Denise sulked.
“Now, now, my daughter, do not show jealousy or expect to have preference, for that does not bode well for our future harmony at St. Thaddeus,” Father Lawrence cautioned. “But you, Marisia, I charge you on your hope of redemption to tell me truthfully whether you mentioned to Denise, your dear new friend, what naughty little games you sometimes played with your Tante Laurette?”
There was now again the sound of giggling which seemed to intimate that the naughty creature in whose locket I was woefully imprisoned had done precisely that, and even with elaborations thereunto.
“Well, I cannot say that I did not anticipate such revelations,” Father Lawrence said rather sorrowfully, “but I truly hope that you did not boast about your powers as a young seductress, for that would be wickedness and carnage, Marisia.”
“Oh no, mon Pere, I only told Denise that Laurette and I would play with Monsieur Villiers' becque so as to try to get it hard for him so that he could fuck Laurette, who is my sweet aunt.”
Marisia, to be sure, used the French word “baiser” to describe distinctly the way the two-backed beast is made. Father Lawrence sighed again and protested, “I shall have to give both of you special lessons in our English tongue when you reach the Holy Seminary of St. Thaddeus, my daughters. While it is true that the French language has the admirable quality of supplying a word for each precise shading of meaning, it is also true that our good rough Anglo-Saxon speechifying contains expressions that for power and vigor and clarity of image cannot be surpassed even if you were to speak in all the tongues of Babel. But now, what is this… is that your hand upon me, Marisia?”
I had learned to recognize the girlish giggle by now, dear reader, so that I could identify Marisia as the culprit. Yes, it was indeed her hand, and Father Lawrence left me in no shadow of a doubt as to where the minx had put it, for he straightaway gasped: “My daughter, you are going to make Denise swoon and think me a lecher, handling me thus! Do you know what you have taken out of my drawers?”
“Oh, I know what it is, if she doesn't, mon Pere,” Denise spoke up so boastfully that I almost wanted to bite her – till I remembered that I could bite no one. “Mon Dieu, it is as big again as – ohh!” And then she stopped, catching her breath in confusion.
“As what? What were you about to say, my daughter?” Father Lawrence sternly demanded.
“Oh, mon Pere, I would rather not say, please.”
“I will forbid you further intimacies with my ward Marisia if you do not truthfully confess, my daughter,” he enjoined.
“Well, mon Pere, if I tell you the truth, I will be guilty of another sin.”
“I absolve you in advance. Now speak, you stubborn vixen!”
“Well, mon Pere,” Denise hesitantly preferred, “after you had sent me off to this room to visit with Marisia, I needed my handkerchief because I was going to sneeze. Then I remembered that I had left it back in the room you had got for me and Louisette, so I went back, and I opened the door and I looked in, but then…”
“I perceive your meaning,” Father Lawrence hastily interrupted. “Well, there is reward for truthfulness, in this world as well as the next. And since it is such, and since I will not show preference and I will not have jealousy between the two of you, do you, Denise, put your soft hand also upon my bite, as you call it, alongside Marisia's dainty hand and then lean over me and kiss each other in token of future sisterhood, for such you shall be from this day forth and even on to your new life at the Seminary!'
Then the bed creaked mightily, and I visualized that the two charming minxes, one on each side of the good Father, moving about to reach over his prone body, each holding her hand upon his mighty prick, to meld their lips in a sweet kiss of innocent and platonic sisterhood. It amused me to wonder, despite his great talk of not showing preference, which of the two sisters Father Lawrence longed most to fuck, and whether, after so chance a meeting and so short an acquaintanceship, he was not more eager to fuck either of them rather than his own charming ward, Marisia, who had no one else in the world as her relative.
“C'est magnifique!” Denise purred, but I do not at this time think she was talking about Marisia's kiss. Nor was she. Father Lawrence again brought light and comprehension to my dark prison by gasping out, “Gently, gently now, my daughters, or you will chafe the tender skin of the head! Was it thus you belabored your brother Jean? I do not wonder that he was happy to go with the pirates, for it is said that the Bey of Algiers enjoys the fondlings of young castrati almost as much as he does that of tender virgins.”
“Not always, mon Pere,” Denise shamelessly replied, “but Jean grew so very excited whenever I or Louisette touched him there. He could not hold his juice very long once my fingers were upon him. I think he liked me better than he did Louisette!”
“Hush, my daughter, vanity, vanity, all is vanity, and it is one of the seven deadly sins! His destiny is to be absent from the two of you, but by your diligence and humility and obedience it may be that he will be restored to you. When that happy day comes, Denise, you will be more appreciative of his manly qualities, and tenderly solace him as a girl should her brother who has passed through such tribulations. So, if you repeat these gentle games, taking care always not to indulge in the crime of incest, you must learn a gentler touch. With the tip of your index finger, my daughter, glide gently over my balls. You too, Marisia, follow Denise on the other side of me. I warrant there is room for both!”
In faith, I might have added that there was room enough also for Louisette if she had not been in the next room.
