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 squirted into her pretty mouth and down her throat.
Then the lady, whose wantonness at least equalled that of her confessor, stood across his muscular form, 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 7
Bella bad 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 understand 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 someone 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 devotees 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 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.
This was just what Bella would have liked, but she was too closely watched, and the new and disgraceful connection in which she was only just entering occupied all her thoughts.
Father Ambrose, however, was fully alive to the necessity of caution, and the good man let no opportunity pass by, while the young lady was in his confessional, of making direct and pertinent enquiries as to her conduct with others and theirs to his penitent. It was thus Bella came to confess to her spiritual guide the feelings engendered within herself by the amatory proceedings of M Delmont.
Father Ambrose gave her some good advice, and immediately set Bella to work to suck his dick.
This delicious episode over, and all traces of spunk removed, the worthy man set about with his usual astuteness, to turn the fact he had just acquired to his advantage.
Nor was it long before his sensual and vicious brain conceived a plot which for criminality and audacity I, as a humble insect, have never known equalled.
Of course he had at once determined that the young Julia should eventually be his—that was only natural— but to accomplish this end and amuse himself at the same time with the passion which M. Delmont evidently entertained for Bella, was a double consummation which he saw his way to by a most unscrupulous and hideous plan, which the reader will understand as we proceed.
The first thing to be done was to warm the imagination of the fair Julia, and develop in her the latent fires of lust.
This noble task the good priest left to Bella who, duly instructed, easily promised compliance.
Since the ice had been broken in her own case, Bella to say the truth, desired nothing better than to make Julia equally culpable as herself. So Bella set to work to corrupt her young friend. How she succeeded, we shall duly see.
It was only a few days after the initiation of the young Bella into the delights of crime in the shape of incest, which we have already related, and the girl had no further experience. Mr Verbouc having been called away from home. At length, however, an opportunity occurred, and for the second time Bella found herself alone and serene with her uncle and Father Ambrose.
The evening was cold, but a pleasant warmth imparted to the luxurious apartment by a stove, while the soft and elastic sofa and ottomans with which the room was furnished gave an air of listless repose. In the brilliant light of a deliciously perfumed lamp, the two men appeared like the luxurious votaries of Bacchus and Venus, as they reclined only lightly clad, and fresh from a sumptuous repast.
As for Bella, she surpassed herself. Habited in a charming negligee, she half disclosed and half concealed those budding sweets of which she might well be proud.
The lovely rounded arms, the soft, silk-clad legs, the heaving bosom, whence peeped two white, exquisitely formed and strawberry-tipped breasts, the well-turned ankle, and the tiny foot, cased in its close-fitting little shoe: these and other beauties lent their several attractions to make up a delicate and delicious whole, with which the pampered Deities might have intoxicated themselves, and in which two lustful mortals now prepared to revel.
It needed little, however, to excite further the infamous and irregular desires of two men, who now, with eyes red with lust, regarded at their ease the luxurious treat in store for them.
Secure from all interruption, both sought in lascivious ‘attouchments’ to gratify the craving of their imaginations to handle what they saw.
Unable to restrain his eagerness, the sensual uncle stretched out his hand, and drawing his beautiful niece close to him, allowed his fingers to wander between her legs. As for the priest he seized on her soft bosom, and buried his face in its young freshness.
Neither allowed any considerations of modesty to interfere in their enjoyments, and the members of the two strong men were fully exposed and standing excitingly erect, the red heads shining with the tension of blood and muscle below.
“Oh, how you touch me,” murmured Bella, opening involuntarily her white thighs to the trembling hand of her uncle, while Ambrose almost stifled her with his gross lips, and he sucked delicious kisses from her ruby mouth.
Presently her delighted hand pressed within its warm palm the stiffened member of the vigorous Priest.
“There, my sweet girl, is it not large? And does it not burn to squirt its juices into you? Oh, my child, how you