All language subtitles for the_autobiography_of_a_flea_better_xxx

You will perceive that I am not a common
flea.

And if you wonder how it came to pass
that in my walk in life, or perhaps I

should have said my jump, I possessed
the learning and power to describe the

facts I am about to relate.

I can only remind you that there are
intelligences, the very existence of

have not yet been detected by the
scientific world.

I have heard it remarked that I make my
living by bloodsucking.

My reply is that the flea is not the
lowest in the universal fraternity of

bloodsuckers. At least, I give a warning
to the body on which I feed.

That is seldom done by others in my
profession.

As to my story...

She was a beauty. Just fourteen.

Although so young, her soft bosom was
already blooming into those proportions

which delight the opposite sex.

Her face...

was charming in its frankness. Her
breath, sweet as the perfumes of Arabia.

And as I've always said, her skin, soft
as velvet.

She was evidently well aware of her good
looks and carried her head as proudly

and as coquettishly as a queen.

Though a flea cannot blush, we can
observe.

And I have taken it upon myself to
commit to pen and ink all those amatory

passages in my experience which I think
may interest the seeker after truth.

Closely watching everything, I noted the
swelling thighs which spread upwards.

to where only fleas can dare to tread.

My curiosity had been aroused, and my
desire to know more of the interesting

young being with whom chance had so
promiscuously brought me in pleasing

prompted me to remain quietly ensconced
in a snug, though somewhat moist, hiding

place.

So, believe me, me, if you will. I was
engaged upon professional business,

connected with the plump white leg of a
young lady some fourteen years of age,

the taste of whose blood I well
remember, and the flavor of whose...

Oh, Belle, so succulent.

But I am digressing.

She was with her aunt.

Intimacy was out of the question there.

I do not make it my policy to read the
correspondence of others.

But my curiosity had been aroused.

So at an appropriate moment, I took the
liberty to read, I will be waiting for

you at the old spot after church.

You don't know how I love you, though.

Yes, I do, Charlie.

You always tell me. I shall get tired of
hearing it soon.

When are you going to show me all those?

Funny things for children, Belle.

Now. Now, dear Belle.

While we have the chance to be alone.

You know, Belle, we are no longer
children.

Well, there are things which are not
known to children, which are necessary

lovers not only to know, but also to
practice as well.

Dear me.

Yes, secret things which make lovers
happy and make them enjoy loving.

And being loved.

Lord, how sentimental you've grown,
Charlie. I remember the time when you

it was all hampers.

Oh, so I thought it was.

Till I loved you.

Nonsense.

But now, I need that thing to promise
me. Oh, but I can't tell you without

showing you as well.

Well?

Delicious object.

Those of you who have been placed in a
similar position will readily understand

her look of surprise.

Belle saw a man's member for the first
time in her life.

Although it was not by any means a
formidable one.

You're an impudent boy.

What is it you've done?

What makes up your mad and savage hat
and hairy youth?

It's the youth.

You're a miserable girl.

You've been forgetful of the precepts of
the Holy Mother Church.

You've allowed this wicked and
presumptuous boy to pluck your forbidden

What will become of you now?

Daughter of lust.

Given up on the sin of Satan.

Confessions are to no avail.

Humiliations do but add to your offense.

Fine.

This gives me as to my duty in the set
affair.

But if I were to follow my present
inclinations, I should go directly to

natural guardians and acquaint them with
my infamous discovery.

I won't do anything.

Yes, we'll do anything.

Enough!

Enough! I must have time.

I must invoke the assistance of the
Blessed Virgin, who knew no sin.

but who without mortal delights of human
copulation give birth to the babe

of babes in the manger of Bethlehem.

Amen.

At two o 'clock tomorrow, I shall expect
you.

I will then unfold to you the divine
will concerning your transgressions.

And as for you, rash youth, I shall
likewise expect you the following day

will then unfold to you the divine will
concerning your transgressions.

Until then, your secret is safe with me.

Peace be with you.

My thirst for knowledge kept me in her
vicinity.

I wished to learn the sequel of this
adventure, and I took care not to annoy

with any ill -timed attack on my part.

attempt to tell of the miserable period
spent by my young protege between the

shocking discovery made by the Holy
Father Ambrose and the hour assigned for

interview in the sacristy, which was to
decide the fate of the unfortunate girl.

done right my daughter to come to me so
punctually.

I have thought much and prayed much on
your account.

For some time there appeared no way in
which I could absolve my conscience in

this affair other than to go directly to
your uncle and lay before him my

dreadful secret.

to think of the results of such a
disclosure.

I have invoked the assistance of the
Blessed Virgin.

She has shown to me a way which, while
it serves the precepts of our Holy

Church, will also prevent your offense
from being known to your uncle.

Now the first necessity which this
course imposes

is implicit obedience.

There are things which the servants of
the church are forbidden openly to avow,

but which they have sufficient need to
satisfy.

There are a select few chosen.

to assuage the earthly desires of our
religious community.

To you, Belle, I confer this holy
office.

Thus not only will your sins be
forgiven, but you will swim in a sea of

pleasure.

It's time to lift the veil. from the
real character of this man.

I do so with respect, but the truth must
be told.

Father Ambrose was the living
personification of lust.

And he had planned the meeting of the
two lovers while he watched in hiding

close by.

If you continue to rub it so, I will
spend.

Spend? What is that, Father?

To spend. To spend is to complete the
act of loving.

By a rich quality of thick, white fluid
will escape from that thing which you

now hold in your hands. Will this give
you relief, Father?

Oh, darling.

I wish you to know it, but you shall
presently have a plenty full around.

How must I receive it, Father?

Instead of discharging my spunk into
your tight little belly, or the extreme

tightness of that little slit of yours
would cause it to flow over abundantly,

we will commence with the friction of
your obedient fingers.

When you feel the approach of spasms,
you are to take as much as possible of

head of this affair between your lips,
or I will then disgorge my raging spunk

until the last drop is expended.

But you told me, Father, that the
tightness of this little slit would make

spend.

Oh, and I will not give to you that
fierce thing in my belly to taste that

spunk coming.

Finally she was his, and his alone.

It was evident how much the beauty of
the young bell inflamed the sensual

of the priest.

Despite his calling, Father Ambrose was
in reality devoted to the pursuit of

lecherous desires.

His animal instincts and his vigorous
constitution made him resemble in body

in mind the satyr of old.

And then...

Bell's clerical admirer buried himself
within her.

And still there's very few of them.

All such games shall be in common.

Yes, I saw you all through the keyhole.

But you need not worry, my dear. We
won't hurt you.

The rosary chose all the same.

I'm going to tell you what I've got on
it.

Only perhaps the delicious moss rose was
too sweet for you, my friend.

Stay a moment.

If you must have, or at least let her
undress without tearing her clothes to

pieces.

Belle.

I now must chair you.

So prepare to become the willing
instrument of our united pleasure.

Suffice to say, it was gigantic.

How will I ever get that kind thing to
my poor little person?

Don't worry, my child.

I will be careful.

I will be gentle.

However, youth is elastic.

Or so they say.

second place.

Good. Let it be so. You and Rose will
follow third.

Not I.

That monster Clement has her second. His
enormous member will now only split her

in two. It'll spoil all my pleasure.

I won't attack right at reach.

Who follows me is of no consequence.

There is a new experience I must now
instruct you and my daughter.

At first you will find it more
productive of pain.

know my duty, Father.

I'm one of the chosen ones.

I draw a veil over the scenes of lust
which followed, as I had a certain

of friendship as well as sympathy for
the young girl.

Three days after these events, Belle
made her appearance in her uncle's

room, and thus I found means to overhear
the conversation.

In short...

Ambrose went to her uncle and related
how he had discovered Belle and her

lover in Cupid's alliance.

He well knew the character of the man
with whom he was dealing.

Monsieur Verbeuk's eyes had long been
cast upon his niece.

They would share the prize between them.
There must be no silly resistance,

Belle.

This good father has sanctified the
operation.

And therefore, I must possess and enjoy
your body, as your imprudent

young companion has already done.

You must indeed quiet, Bell.

You must indeed submit. I will enjoy you
by force if you do not allow me to do

so otherwise.

so ardently to contribute to the
discomfort of another bloodsucker.

I hopped to her rescue.

I

will

spare you the dialogue that followed. It
related only to female dogs with whom I

share a close affinity.

That night,

I accompanied the unfortunate to her
boudoir for a well -deserved rest.

Our nerves had received a dreadful
shock.

I found a deliciously warm and secure
retreat amid the soft and

tender moss of Belle when at midnight...

I recognized the person of Monsieur
Verbeek.

Then followed a struggle in which both
played a distinct part.

The ravisher, fired by the difficulties
of his conquest, And Belle.

I sensed a change in her which she
neither cared nor sought to analyze.

and so lately innocent, had suddenly
become a woman of violent passions.

Now she lusted for hump without limit or
bounds of decency.

Belle had a female friend, the daughter
of a wealthy gentleman.

A flea cannot well be supposed to
describe human beauty, even in those on

they feed.

All I know is that Julia Delmont...

was a luscious treat to me.

Her father was a man of means.

Her mother was a weak simpleton, who
busied herself very little about her

daughter, or indeed, her husband.

Monsieur Delmont was comparatively
young. He was robust.

He was fond of life.

and his tastes were decidedly lustful.

Under these circumstances, it was no
wonder that his eyes should have fallen

upon the budding and beautiful figure of
his daughter's young friend.

Belle,

wiser and more experienced than most 14
-year -old girls.

saw that he was only awaiting an
opportunity to push matters to

I have already related the character of
Father Ambrose.

So you will not be surprised to learn
that he had determined that the young

Julia would also be his.

To accomplish this end, He conceived a
plot which I, as a humble

insect, have never known to be equal.

Accordingly, Belle set to work to
corrupt her young friend.

How she succeeded, we shall duly see.

Pardon me.

If I ravish Julie without preparation,
I'll burst her parts.

I cannot take her first. I need the
excitement of a previous copulation.

violent erection, just to think.

Put into practice, it would be the acne
of lust, consequently of pleasure.

Let me hear.

Well, Monsieur Delmonde is amethyst of
our child here, who's now

sucking my weapon.

Now, Belle, give me your attention.

Belle!

sucking my tool.

This is my plan. Let me hear.

You will allow Delmont to declare
himself and suggest that

for a certain sum to be agreed upon,
your uncle will surrender his virgin

I hardly know about that.

He will be sold to Delmont.

He will be allowed to take his fill of
your charms in secrecy.

He will behold the body, utterly nude of
a beautiful young girl, and he shall

enjoy her.

Now she shall not see him, nor he her,
at least not the face which shall remain

concealed. I don't see the object.

There shall be no mirror or goat.

Don't you understand?

The lascivious Mr.

Delmas shall violate his own daughter in
place of Belle.

When he's fallen into our chapel, inform
him of his incest.

And in return for his daughter, reward
him with the real enjoyment of our sweet

Belle.

Madame Verboek, whom you met at the
opening of my history, occupied a

herself. Only 32 summers had passed over
that pious and devout head.

And in spite of her piety, he sometimes
desired the more solid comforts of her

husband Pierre's cock.

it so happened that on this particular
evening, Father Clement had posted

himself near the house to watch a
certain window, which he thought was

the fair bell.

How vain are human calculations!

While the forlorn Clement was
approaching one chamber, The object of

was enjoying two lovers in another.

It was several days before poor Madame
Verbeuk was well enough to leave her

The shock to her delicate pussy had been
dreadful.

It was not long before Belle found
herself within the mansion of Monsieur

Delmauve.

And as Lady Luck would have it, or shall
we say, as Bell expressly designed it,

they were all...

I cannot let you do that.

Nobody must be allowed to touch that.

Not until they... Not until they what,
Belle?

Oh, I must not tell you.

I ought to have said nothing about it.

But by doing such a good thing, you made
me forget.

Forget what?

Well, something my uncle often told me.

What is it?

Tell me.

I dare not.

I'm sorry.

I do not understand what you mean.

I will explain it if you tell me what he
said.

And whoever does so must pay well for
it.

Doesn't really say that.

Yes, indeed. There are plenty of rich
gentlemen who would pay well for what

want to do to me.

And he says he's not stupid enough to
lose such a chance.

It is possible.

What a man he must be.

What a wonderful eye.

Business he must have.

An interruption occurred in the arrival
of his own daughter, Julia, and

reluctantly he had to release his
companion.

Belle made a rapid excuse and went home,
leaving the event to take its chance.

The route taken by the fair young lady
lay through a large

meadow. where a cow and a bull were
engaged in nothing frivolous. But I've

decided to let your imagination supply
the details of that natural intimacy,

while I jump ahead to two more pertinent
beasts of the

field.

Ah, imagination.

Man's body is faulty, his mind
untrustworthy, but his imagination...

has made him remarkable.

Did you see what those ponies were doing
in the meadow?

Yes, I did. What were they doing before?

Well, the boy wanted the girl and the
girl wanted the boy.

So they came together and fought.

Let me put my hands up your clothes.

Not now. I'm in a hurry.

Say when you will come again.

Someday, perhaps.

But not now.

I must be getting home.

Well, where do you live?

Not far from here. But if you try to
follow me... me it'd be the worst for

Why don't we fuck like the cows?

Tell me, have you ever fucked?

No, but I should like to.

Don't you believe me?

Well then, yes, I have.

Father and I fuck the girls together.

You and your father?

Yes. When we get the chance.

You should see his fuck.

You don't seem a clever boy.

Oh. But I know how to fuck now.

Though I've only had it once.

Oh. You should see me.

Who did you do it with?

A little girl of 14.

Father and I both fucked her and split
her up.

14?

Yes.

I caught her and Father caught me. So
then he wanted his go and he made me

her. You should see him fuck.

would like to fuck you.

Boy would like to fuck you too. So stay
and be.

The day arrived. The eventful morning
broke when the beautiful Julia Dormont

to lose that coveted treasure which is
so eagerly sought after on the one hand

and often so thoughtlessly thrown away
upon the other.

I know you have something to tell me,
though. What is it?

Can't you guess?

Is it anything about Father Ambrose?

When I see him now, and yet he told me
there was no harm in what he did.

But what did he do?

Oh, he told me such things.

And then he put his arm around my waist
and kissed me till he almost took my

breath away.

He said and did a thousand things.

until I thought I was going out of my
senses.

Tell me some of them, Lynn.

down my dress, making me feel as I had
never felt before.

I thought I was going to faint.

Did you like it? Of course I did.

Come Julia, that was not all. He did not
stop.

Don't be sad, child.

Why not tell me everything?

Well, it seems so shocking.

If I must.

After he made me feel as if I were dying
of a delicious shivering sensation, he

suddenly took my hand and placed it upon
something that felt like a child's arm.

The thing grew up from between his legs
and it was covered below with a great

mass of curly hair.

He kept my hand upon it, making me rub
it over and over, over and over.

It was so large and stiff and hard.

so frightened when I saw how his eyes
glared and his breathing grew hard and

quick.

He reassured me and called me his dear
child and made me fondle the

stiff thing in my bosom.

He asked me to open my lips and rub the
top between them.

A moisture came at once upon my tongue,
and in an instant, a thick gush of warm

fluid ran into my mouth.

I

was

still playing with it when the noise of
a door opening obliged the good father

to put away what I had a hold of. He
said,

It is not for the common people to know
what you know or do what I permit you to

do.

His manner was so kind and obliging, and
he made me think that I was quite

different from all the other girls.

But tell me, Belle, what is this
mysterious news you have? I'm dying to

Know then that Father Ambrose has
arranged for you to be initiated at

Yes. provided for it here today oh i
shall be so ashamed so dreadfully shy oh

my dear all of that has been thought of
only father ambrose could have arranged

everything so perfectly you make me
blush bell but how

it will be in a nice little chamber we
have you will be laid upon a bed

and your head will be concealed by a
curtain

So that only your naked body will be
exposed.

For shame, naked too?

Oh, Julia.

My dear tender Julia.

Evidently, the plot was about to
thicken. Because later on that day,

Verboek and his dear friend and
neighbor, Monsieur Delmont.

agreed on a settlement.

One had sold his niece. The other
believed he had purchased that precious

a maidenhead.

The bargain was to be executed
forthwith.

Monsieur Delmont was to take possession
of that delicious virginity he had so

longed to destroy.

Only a door stood between him and the
victim of his lust.

Who that victim really was, he had not
the remotest idea. He thought only

of Beth.

Ye gods, what a sight!

The body of a young girl, naked as the
day she was born.

It would take several minutes to go over
in detail.

and discover all the separate merits of
each delicious limb.

All indeed were there, except the head.

That member was conspicuous by its
absence.

And then, oh, then, the central spot of
man's

desire, where nature loves to revel when
she springs.

And whither she returns of the sword.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am only a flea,
yet fleas have feelings, and what mine

were when I saw that excited member
close to the pouting lips of Julia's

slit, I will not attempt to describe.

The sexual instincts of the male flea
rose within me, and I closed my eyes.

I longed, yes.

How I longed to be in Monsieur Delmaux's
place.

If I must see you, be gentle with me.

Oh.

Oh my goodness, how you die.

Do not incriminate yourself.

Better suffer than confess such a thing
as incest.

Thou man of lust, here is the state in
which we found your daughter.

And what if she should be found with
child?

We must prevent that at all costs.

Nothing less than a second emission from
another man can make such a thing

positively safe.

She shall have it. That is certain.

After you.

To avoid a repetition of the violent
emotions which overwhelm the actors in

monstrous scene, I jump ahead to the
calmer moments when our attention was

directed to Monsieur Delmont.

Father Ambrose and I had not... There is
no knowing what

trouble might have followed.

Nothing like doing the right thing.

Eh, Delmont?

But I am still excited.

I don't know what I want.

My friends, what am I to do?

Or possibly both.

And they subsided into a corner and
appeared to be dozing.

A thousand pleasantries now took place.

Father Ambrose, whose sensual character
thoroughly predominated, owned one other

weakness, and that was preaching.

On this occasion, he delivered a sermon
which I found impossible to follow, so I

went to sleep in Bell's armpit until he
finished.

my friend.

The idea is lovely.

Oh, no. I cannot stop.

I can only go on as I am.

This dear child is perfect.

Eh, Delmo?

When it's just a button, Samantha.

Now it's your turn.

Here's a treat for you.

Try some of this.

And so he was.

Monsieur Delmont had paid his debt to
nature, as the phrase goes.

Sudden death is so common.

I suppose it was due to organic
deterioration of some sort.

As for me, I went about as usual.

Except that for a change, I fancied
Julia's legs.

They had a more pungent flavor than
Belle's, and I accordingly bled them.

And what would be more natural than that
Julia should pass much of her time with

her dear friend, Belle?

Oh, I thought I would die when Father
Ambrose pushed that great big thing of

up into my little belly.

And then when he finished...

Is it possible? A double treat?

Delightful. The shame, Father Clement,
coming in here without permission.

Shall I go, then?

You can stay, now that you're here.

The apologies of that lascivious night
are past my powers of description.

That upon a loan put an end to the
monstrous scene of debauchery.

But while such things were passing in
the house, a very different sort was

approaching the chamber of Monsieur
Verbeuk.

When three days afterwards, Ambrose
returned from an absence to find his

and fellow conspirator.

at the point of death.

His widow, never very intellectual,
began to develop symptoms of insanity,

she perpetually called for the priest.

When an aged father was summoned, The
good lady denied he could be a priest

demanded... The one with the big tool.

She was later incarcerated in an asylum
and there continued to rave for the big

prick.

Belle, left without protectors, readily
lent an ear, among other orifices, to

the solicitations of dear Father Ambrose
and was persuaded to take the veil.

Julia was determined to share her
friend's fate, and so on the same day,

girls... were received into the arms of
the Holy Mother Church.

Both took the vows of chastity.

How their vows of chastity were kept, it
is not for me, a humble flea, to expand

upon. I only know that after the
ceremony was over, both girls were

conveyed to a monastery where 14 priests
eagerly awaited them with tilted

cassocks.

Shocked by such a sight, and appalled
beyond measure by visions of the orgy

which would surely follow, I fled.

I never stopped until I had put some
miles between myself and the actors of

hateful drama.

And if it is out of my power as a flea
to point a moral, it is not beyond my

ability to... to choose greener
pastures.

I emigrated, as many are doing, who,
although they are not fleas, are

nevertheless, as I reminded you in the
beginning of my tale.