care.
He bent to draw her up by her shoulders, drew her to him and kissed her rosy mouth ardently, as she put both white arms round his neck and pressed herself tightly to him. She was clad only in a long white shift and sandals, and in a trice her shift was slithering down her flanks and piling onto the floor at her dainty feet, and her creamy lithe body bared before him, the thick crisp curls of her cunthole making bold contrast with the white skin. Her titties were succulent globes, the nipples already pert and dark and hardened in tumescence, for, as he had just remarked and as I knew from past observance Julia Delmont was an exceptionally passionate nymph who savored the sweet act of fucking perhaps even more than her equally gifted companion the plump Bella.
He drew off his cassock, and led her to his cot, gently easing her down on her back, then clambered over her as her arms reached up to grasp him and pull him down upon her titties. His left hand crept between their bodies, and as I flitted closer to the scene because there was only the faint light of a candle stub set into the wall, I could see that his forefinger had pressed into her pink cunt and was prodding her dainty clitoris.
“Ohh – ohh – Father, how you thrill me – ohh, it is so good,” Julia moaned, and her naked lithe white limbs flung round his thighs to clench him to her.
“It is only science, my daughter,” he muttered very hoarsely, as he began to fuck her with slow, regular thrusts, whilst keeping his finger dallying about her lovebutton.
Julia's face was rapt with ecstasy, her eyes shone, and it was plain to behold that she found this experience exquisitely unusual and not at all the customary ravenous violation perpetrated on her by the seminary priests. Her mouth fused to his, her arms hugged him fiercely, and now I saw her body begin to weave as she coalesced her rhythm to his, till both expired with a long cry of bliss.
When he at length withdrew and rose she lay sprawled, a hand cupping one of her still panting titties, smiling up at him with a delicious happiness. “Oh, ohh, what joy, what pleasure! It is as if I were reborn. And Bella, dear Bella, my faithful friend and sharer of the wretched and odious summons that drags us nightly from our beds to obey our masters – for such they are – oh, how happy she will be to know I have found a friend and guardian!”
And so they waited there till the faint tolling of the bell in the sacristy announced midnight.
“Come,” Julia whispered, donning her shift and giving his limpened prong a last tender squeeze, “I will go find Bella, and do you seek your wards.”
“Go in peace, my daughter, and bring your friend back to this rendezvous. Then we shall determine our next move,” he told her. And he went down the corridor, after carefully opening the iron gate, to find his wards.
Marisia, who was, as I saw – having flown ahead to seek them out – in the act of gamahuching Denise. Louisette who was standing watching and frigging herself with her soft finger, first espied her savior and hastily related all that had happened. He went into the adjoining cell to discover Father Ambrose still lying stretched out, eyes closed, snoring regularly.
Quickly, he told them of his encounter with the fair Julia, and what she had told him of the dangers menacing all three of them. And so they hurried back to the cell of extreme confessional, and there was Bella in her shift, circles under her eyes telling all too eloquently her most recent occupation at the hands, nay, rather the cocks of Fathers Clement and Superior!
“Do you, Bella,” he told the lovely plump handmaiden, “see if you can find two or three cassocks, for the night is cold and you and Julia will catch your death clad in only your shifts.”
And while the charming damsel – for whom I could still feel a twinge of nostalgic kindliness, seeing that her plump white thighs and juicy backside and titties had often furnished me a most palatable repast – hurried off on her errand. Father Lawrence pushed aside the kneeling hassock, lifted the trapdoor panel, and drew out the heavy bag of coins.
“With this, my daughters,” he told the four attentive beauties huddling round him, “we shall find and ransom Jean, and return Denise and Louisette and Jean all three to their home. Also, it will provide for the dowry of Julia and Bella, to find worthy husbands in whose arms they may one day forget the tedium and exacerbation of being so constantly and mercilessly fucked without consideration for their own sensitive whims. The rest will take me with Marisia to Barcelona, whence we shall set sail for Algiers to intervene with the all-powerful Bey. Will you accompany me, my daughters?”
“Oh, yes, yes, Father!” chorused the charming quartet.
So, when Bella hurriedly returned with two cassocks, she and Julia each donned one, and it was Bella who suggested the way out of the Seminary, taking a pathway back to the cells of the novices and thence through the deserted darkened scullery and out into the spacious garden in which the good fathers grew their turnips and radishes and leeks and cabbageheads.
And I, free as the air again, soared overhead as this quintet stole out of the seminary, destined to new adventures which, they being certain to have wit and imagination which that accursed Seminary as assuredly did not, I meant to follow in search of my own destiny.
