Pain, agitation, and longing coursed each other through the nervous system of the young victim of lust, Although the present was not the first occasion on which the reverend Father had stormed the moss covered outworks, yet the fact of her uncle’s presence, the indelicacy of the whole scene, and the innate conviction, now first dawning upon her, of the trickery and selfishness of the holy man, combined to repel within her those extreme sensations of pleasure which had before so powerfully manifested themselves.
But the proceedings of Ambrose left Bella no time for reflection, for feeling the delicate sheath press glove-like around his large weapon, he hastened to complete the conjunction, and with a few vigorous and skillful bounds, plunged himself to the balls in her body.
Then followed a rapid interval of fierce enjoyment—of rapid thrusts and pressures, firm and close, until a low, gurgling cry from Bella announced that Nature had asserted herself, and that she had arrived at that exquisite crisis in love’s combat, when spasms of unspeakable pleasure pass rapidly, voluptuously through the nerves, and with head thrown back, lips parted, and fingers convulsively working, the whole body rigid with the absorbing effort, the nymph gives down her youthful essence to meet the coming gushes from her lover.
Bella’s writhing from, upturned eyes, and clutching hands sufficiently bespoke her condition without the ecstatic moan which broke laboriously from her quivering lips.
The whole bulk of the potent shaft, now well lubricated, worked deliriously within her young parts. The excitement of Ambrose increased each instant, and his instrument, hard as iron, threatened with each plunge to discharge its reeking essence.
“Oh, I can do no more; I feel my spunk is nearly coming. Verbouc, you must fuck her. She is delicious. Her belly clips me like a glove. Oh! Oh! Ah!”
Stronger, closer thrusts—a vigorous bound—a sinking of the strong man upon the slight figure of the girl—a hard, low grasp, she Bella, with ineffable delight, felt the hot injection spouting. Ambrose reluctantly withdrew his smoking prick, and left displayed the glistening parts of the young girl, from which trickled a thick mass of his spending.
“Good,” exclaimed Verbouc, on whom the scene had had a powerfully exciting effect, “It is now my turn, good Father Ambrose! You have enjoyed my niece under my eyes; that is as I wished, and she has been well ravished.
She has also partaken of the pleasure with you; my anticipations are realised; she can receive, she can enjoy; one can satiate oneself with her, and in her body; good—I am going to begin. My opportunity has come at last, she cannot escape me now. I am going to satisfy my long cherished desire. I am going to appease this insatiable lust for my brother’s child. See this member, how he raises his red head, it is my desire for you, Bella feel, my sweet niece, how hard your dear uncle’s balls are—they are filled for you. It is you who have made this thing so stiff, and long, and swollen—it is you who are destined to bring it relief. Skin it back, Bella! So, my child—let me guide your pretty hand. Oh! no nonsense—no blushes—no modesty—no reluctance—do you see its length? You must take it all into that hot little slit that dear Father Ambrose has just so well filled. Do you observe my big globes beneath, Bella daring? They are loaded with the spunk I am going to discharge for your pleasure and my own. Yes, Bella, into the belly of my brother’s child.”
The idea of the horrid incest he contemplated evidently added fuel to his excitement, and produced within him a super abundant sensation of lustful impatience, which exhibited itself no less in his inflamed countenance than in the stiffened and erected shaft which now menaced Bella’s moistened parts.
Mr. Verbouc took his measures securely. There was indeed, as he said, no escape for poor Bella. He mounted upon her body, he opened her legs. Ambrose held her firmly against his belly as he reclined. The ravisher saw his chance, the way was clear, the white thighs already parted, the red and glistening lips of the pretty young cunt confronted him. He could wait longer; parting the lips and pointing aright the dull red head of his weapon to the pouting slit, he now drove forward, and at one bound, with a yell of sensual pleasure, buried himself to his utmost length in his niece’s belly.
“Oh, Lord: I’m in her at last,” screamed Verbouc. “Oh! ah! What pleasure—how nice she is—how tight. Oh!”
Good Father Ambrose held her fast.
Bella gave a violent start, and a little scream of pain and terror, as she felt the entry of her uncle’s swollen member; while, firmly embedded in the warm person of his victim, he commenced a quick and furious career of selfish pleasure.
It was the lamb in the clutches of the wolf, the dove in the talons of the eagle—merciless, regardless of her own feelings, the brute bore all before him, until, too soon for his own hot lust, with a scream of agonised enjoyment, he discharged, and shot into his niece a plentiful torrent of his incestuous fluid.
Again and again the two wretches enjoyed their young victim. Their hot lust, stimulated by the prospect of each other’s pleasures, drove them to madness.
Ambrose essayed to attack her in the buttocks, but Verbouc, who doubtless had his own reasons for the prohibition, forbade the violation, and the priest, no ways abashed, lowered the knob of his big tool, and drove it up furiously into her little slit from behind. Verbouc knelt below, and watched the act, and at its conclusion sucked, with evident delight, the streaming lips of his young niece’s well filled cunt.
That night I accompanied Bella to her couch, for though my nerves had received a dreadful shock, my appetite had suffered no diminution, and it was lucky; perhaps, that my young protégée was not possessed of so irritable a skin as to resent to any great extent my endeavour to satisfy my natural cravings.
Sleep had succeeded the repast with which I had regaled myself, and I had found deliciously warm and secure retreat amid the soft and tender moss which covered the mount of the fair Bella when, at about midnight, a violent disturbances roughly roused me from my dignified repose.
A rude and powerful grasp was upon the young girl, and a heavy form pressed vigorously upon her little figure. A stifled cry came from her frightened lips, and amid vain struggles on her part to escape and more successful efforts to prevent that desirable consummation on the part of her assailant, I recognised the voice and person of Mr. Verbouc.
The surprise had been complete; vain was all the feeble resistance that his niece could often, as with feverish haste, and dreadfully excited by the soft contact of her velvet limbs, the incestuous uncle fiercely possessed himself of her most secret charms, and strong in his hideous lust, drove his rampant weapon into her young body.
Then followed a struggle in which both played a distinct part.
The ravisher, fired equally by the difficulties of his conquest, as well as by the exquisite sensations he was enjoying, buried his stiff member in the luscious sheath, and sought by his fervid thrusts to ease his lust in a copious discharge, while Bella, whose prudent temperament was not proof against so strong and lascivious an attack, strove in vain to resist the violent efforts of nature, which, roused by the exciting friction, threatened to run traitor, until at length with quivering limbs and gasping breath, she surrendered and gave down the sweet outpourings of her inmost soul upon the swollen shaft which so deliriously throbbed within her.
Mr. Verbouc was fully aware of his advantage and changing his tactics, like a prudent general, he took care not to expend all his own climax and provoked a fresh advance on the part of his gentle combatant.
Mr. Verbouc had not great difficulty in the matter, and the conflict appeared to excite him to fury. The bed trembled and shook, the whole room vibrated with the tremulous energy of his lascivious attack, the two bodies heaved rolled, plunged in an indistinguishable mass.
Lust, hot and impatient, reigned paramount on both sides. He lunged—he strove—he pushed—he thrust—he drew back until the broad red head of his swollen penis lay between the rosy lips of Bella’s hot p
arts. He drove for-ward until the crisp black hairs of his belly mingled with the soft mossy down which covered the plump mount of his niece, until, with a quivering sob, she expressed at once her pain and her pleasure.
Once more the victory was his, and as his vigorous member sheathed itself to the hilt in her soft person, a low, tender, wailing cry bespoke her ecstasy as once more the keen spasm of pleasure broke over her nervous system; and then, with a groan of brutal triumph, he shot a hot stream of trickling fluid into the furthest recesses of her womb.
Endowed with the frenzy of newly-awakened desire, and still unsatisfied with the possession of so fair a flower, the brutal Verbouc next turned his half fainting niece upon her face, and contemplated at his ease her lovely buttocks.
His object became evident, as procuring some of the spendings with which her little slit was now loaded, he anointed her anus, pushing his forefinger therein as far as it would go.
His passions were again at fever point. His prick menaced her plump bottom, and turning upon her recumbent body, he placed the shining knob to the tight little aperture, and endeavoured to ram it in. In this, after a time, he succeeded, and Bella received in her rectum the entire length of her uncle’s yard. The tightness of her anus afforded him the most poignant pleasure, and he continued to work slowly up and down for at least a quarter of an hour, at the end of which time his prick became hard as iron, and the child felt him squirting hot floods of spunk into bowels.
It was daylight before Mr. Verbouc released his niece from the lustful embraces in which he had satiated his passion, and then slunk weakly away to his own cold couch; while, worn and jaded. Bella sank into a deep slumber of exhaustion, from which she did not awake until a late hour.
When next Bella emerged from her chamber, it was with a sense of change in herself which she neither cared nor sought to analyse. Passion had asserted itself in her character; strong sexual emotions had been awakened, and had also been gratified. Refinement of indulgence had generated lust, and lust had rendered easy the road to unrestrained and even unnatural gratification.
Bella, young, child-like, and so lately innocent, had suddenly become a woman of violent passions and unrestrained lust.
Chapter VI
I shall not trouble the reader with the conditions under which one day I found myself snugly concealed upon the person of good Father Clement, or pause here to explain how it was I was present when that worthy ecclesiastic received and confessed a very charming and stylish young lady of some twenty years of age.
I soon discovered from their subsequent conversation that the lady was not of titled rank, though closely connected, but married to one of the wealthiest landed proprietors in the neighbourhood.
Names are of no importance here. I, therefore, suppress that of this fair penitent.
After the confessor had ended his benediction, and had concluded the ceremony by which he became the depository of the lady’s choicest secrets, he led her, nothing loath, from the body of the church into the same small sacristy where Bella had received her lesson in sanctified copulation.
The door was bolted, no time was lost, the lady dropped her robe, the stalwart confessor opened his cassock, disclosing his enormous weapon, the ruby head of which now stood distended and threatening in the air. The lady no sooner perceived this apparition, than she seized upon it with the air of one to whom it was by no means a new object of delight.
Her dainty hand stroked gently the upright pillar of hard muscle and her eyes devoured its long and swollen proportions.
“You shall do it to me from behind,” remarked the lady—“en levrette, but you must be very careful; you are so fearfully large.”
Father Clement’s eyes glistened under his large head of red hair, and his big weapon gave a spasmodic throb that would have lifted a chair.
In another second the young lady had placed herself on her knees upon the seat, and Clement coming close behind her, lifted up her fine white linen, and exposed a plump and well-rounded bottom beneath which, half hidden by the swelling thighs, were just visible the red lips of a delicious slit, luxuriantly shaded with the ample growth of rich brown hair which curled about it?
Clement wanted no further incitement; spitting on the knob of his great member, he pushed its warm head in between the moist lips, and then with many heaves, and much exertion, he strove to make it enter to the balls.
He went in—and in—and in, until it seemed as though the fair recipient could not possibly stow away any more without danger to her vitals. Meanwhile her face betrayed the extraordinary emotion the gigantic ram was occasioning her.
Presently Father Clement stopped. He was in up to his balls. His red crispy hair pressed the plump cheeks of the lady’s bottom. She had received the entire length of his yard in her body. Then began an encounter which fairly shook the bench and all the furniture in the room.
Passing his arms around the fair form in his clutches, the sensual priest pressed himself inwards at every thrust, only withdrawing one half his length the better to force it home, until the lady quivered again with the exquisite sensations so vigorous a stretching was affording her.
Then her eyes closed, her head fell forward, and she poured down upon the invader a warm gush of nature’s essence.
Meanwhile Father Clement worked away in the hot sheath, each moment only serving to render his thick weapon harder and stronger until it resembled nothing so much as a bar of solid iron.
But all things have an end, and so had the enjoyment of the good priest, for having pushed and strove, and pressed and battered with his furious yard until he too could hold back no longer, he felt himself upon the point of discharging his metal, and thus bringing matters to a climax.
It came at last, as with a sharp cry of ecstasy he sank forward upon the body of the lady, his member buried to the roots in her belly, and pouring a prolific flood of spunk into her very womb. Presently all was over, the last spasm had passed, the last reeking drop had issued, and Clement lay still as death.
The reader must not imagine that good Father Clement was satisfied with the single coup which he had just delivered with such excellent effect; or that the lady, whose wanton sympathies had been so powerfully assuaged, desired to abstain from all further dalliance. On the contrary, this act of copulation had only roused the dormant faculties of sensuality in both, and again they now sought to allay the burning flame of lust.
The lady fell on her back; her burly ravisher threw himself upon her, and driving in his battering ram until their hairs met, he spent again and filled her womb with a viscid torrent.
Still unsatisfied, the wanton pair continued their exciting pastime.
This time Clement lay upon his back, and the lady lasciviously toying with his huge genitals, took the thick red head of his penis between her rosy lips, and after stimulating him to the utmost tension by her maddening touches greedily induced a discharge of his prolific fluid, which, thick and warm, now spouted into her pretty mouth and down her throat.
Then the lady, whose wantonness at least equalled that of her confessor, stood across his muscular from, and after having secured another determined and enormous erection, lowered herself upon the throbbing shaft, impaled her beautiful figure upon the mass of flesh and muscle until nought was left to view save the big balls which hung close below the stiffened weapon. Thus she pumped from Clement a fourth discharge, and reeking in the excessive outpouring of the seminal fluid, as well as fatigued with the unusual duration of the pastime she disappeared to contemplate at leisure the monstrous proportions and unusual capabilities of her gigantic confessor.
Chapter VII
Bella had a female friend, a young lady, a few months older than herself, and the daughter of a wealthy gentleman who lived very near Mr. Verbouc. Julia was, however, of a less voluptuous and ardent disposition, and, Bella soon found, was not ripe enough to comprehend the sentiments of passion nor under
stand the strong instincts which provoke to enjoyment.
Julia was slightly taller than her young friend, slightly less plump, but formed to delight the eye and ravish the heart of an artist by her faultless shape and exquisite features.
A flea cannot well be supposed to describe personal beauty, even in those on whom they feed. All I know is that Julia was a luscious treat to me, and would one day also be to some one of the opposite sex, for she was made to raise the desires of the most callous, and to charm by her graceful manners and ever pleasing shape the most fastidious votaries of Venus.
Julia’s father possessed, as we have said, ample means; her mother was a weak simpleton, who busied herself very little about her daughter, or, indeed, anything beyond the religious duties in the exercise of which she spent a great part of her time, or the visitations of the old devotes of the neighbourhood, who encouraged her predilections.
Monsieur Delmont was comparatively young. He was robust, he was fond of life, and as his pious better half was far too much occupied to afford him those matrimonial solaces which the poor man had a right to expect he went elsewhere.
M. Delmont had a mistress—a young and pretty woman, who I concluded was, in her turn, indisposed after the fashion of such people, to be content only with her wealthy protector.
M. Delmont by no means confined his attentions even to his mistress; his habits were erratic, and his tastes decidedly amatory.
Under these circumstances it was not wonderful that his eye should have fallen upon the budding and beautiful figure of his daughter’s young friend, Bella. Already he had found opportunities to press the pretty gloved hand, to kiss—of course in a properly paternal manner—the white brow and even to place his trembling hand—quite by accident—upon the plump thighs.
In fact, Bella, wiser far and more experienced than most girls of her tender age, saw that he was only awaiting an opportunity to push matters to extremities.
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