interested as Bella had been.
But what chained the attention of the girl was the state of the lad’s clothing, and the appearance of a tremendous member, ruddy and well developed, which, barefaced, and fully exposed, unblushingly raised its fiery crest full in his front.
There was no mistaking the effect the sight the meadow had produced, for the lad had already unbuttoned his nether garments of coarse material, and had his nervous grasp upon a weapon of which a Carmelite might have been proud. With eager eyes he devoured the scene enacted before him in the meadow, while his right hand skinned the standing column and worked it vigorously up and down, utterly unconscious that so congenial a spirit was witnessing his proceedings.
A start and an exclamation which involuntarily broke from Bella caused him at once to look round, and there, in full view before him stood the beautiful girl, while his nudity and his lewd erection were at the same moment completely exposed.
“Oh, my goodness!” exclaimed Bella, as soon as she could find words, “what a dreadful sight! What a wicked boy! Why, what are you doing with that long red thing?”
The boy, abashed, attempted awkwardly to replace in his breeches the object which had provoked the observations, but his evident confusion and the stiffness of the thing itself rendered the operation very difficult, not to say tedious.
Bella came kindly to the rescue.
“What is that? Let me help you—how came it out? How large and stiff it is, what a length it is! My word! what a tremendously big one you’ve got; you naughty boy—!”
Suiting the action to the word, the young lady laid her delicate white hand upon the standing penis of the boy, and squeezing it in her soft warm grasp only, of course, made it the more unlikely to re-enter its retreat.
Meanwhile the lad, gradually recovering his stolid presence of mind, and beholding how fair and apparently innocent was his new acquaintance, ceased to betray any desire to assist her in the laudable endeavours to conceal the stiff and offending member. Indeed, it became impossible, even if he had desired it; for no sooner had her grasp closed upon it, than it acquired even larger proportions, while the distended and purple head shone like a ripe plum.
“What a naughty boy!” observed Bella; “whatever shall I do,” she continued, looking archly in the handsome face of the rustic.
“Ah, how nice that is,” sighed the lad, “who could have thought that you were so near me, when I felt so bad, and it first began to throb and swell so just now.”
“This is very, very wicked,” remarked the young lady, tightening her grasp, and feeling the rankling flames of lust rising higher and higher within her; “this is dreadfully wrong and naughty, you know it is, you bad boy.”
“Did you see what those horses were doing in the meadow?” asked the boy, looking wonderingly at Bella, whose beauty seemed to dawn upon his dull mind, as the sun steals over a showery landscape.
“Yes, I did,” replied the girl, innocently, “what were they doing it for—what did it mean?”
“It means fucking,” responded the youth, with a lewd grin. “He wanted the mare, and mare wanted the stallion, and so they came together and fucked.”
“Lord, how curious!” exclaimed Bella, looking with the most childish simplicity from the great thing in her hands to the boy’s countenance.
“Yes, it was droll, wasn’t it? And, my goodness, what a tool he’d got, Miss, hadn’t he?”
“Immense,” murmured Bella, thinking partly all the time of the thing she was skinning slowly backwards and forwards in her own hand.
“Oh, how you tickle me,” sighed her companion, “what a beauty you are, how deliciously you rub it. Please, go on, Miss, I want to spend.”
“Do you, indeed,” whispered Bella, “shall I make you spend?”
Bella saw the stiffened object reddening with the gentle titillation she was giving it, until the plump top looked almost ready to burst. The prurient idea to watch the effect of continued friction took violent possession of her. She applied herself with redoubled energy to the lewd task
“Oh, please, yes—go on; it is near coming. Oh! Oh! How nice you do it; hold tight—go faster—skin it well down. Now, again. Oh! my goodness. Oh!”
The long hard tool grew hotter and stiffer, as the little hands flew upon it.
“Ah! ugh!—It’s coming!—Ugh! Hoo!” exclaimed the rustic lad, in broken accents, while his knees quivered, his body straightened his head rolled back, and amid contortions and stifled cries his large and powerful penis squirted forth a rapid stream of thick spunk over the dear little hands which, eager to bathe themselves in the warm and slippery flood, now lovingly embraces the big shaft, and coaxed from it the fast out-pouring seminal shower.
Bella, surprised and delighted, pumped out every drop—she would have sucked it, had she dared—and then, drawing out her cambric handkerchief, she wiped the thick and pearly mess from her hands.
Then the youth, abashed and stupid, put up the expiring member, and regarded his companion with a mingled air of curiosity and wonder.
“Where do you live?” at last he found words to enquire.
“Not very far from here,” replied Bella; “but you must not try to follow me, or to find out, you know. If you do,” continued the young lady, “it will be the worse for you, for
I shall never do that again, and you would be punished.”
“Why don’t we fuck like the stallion,” suggested the youth whose ardour, only half appeased, began again to warm up.
“Some day, perhaps, not now, for I am in a hurry. I am late; I must go at once.”
“Let me put my hand up your clothes! Say, when you will come again?”
“Not now,” said Bella, withdrawing herself gradually, “but we will meet again.”
She cherished a lively recollection of the stalwart a~ in his breeches.
“Tell me,” continued she, “have you ever—ever fucked?”
“No, but I should like to. Don’t you believe me? Well, then—yes, I have.”
“How shocking,” exclaimed the young lady.
“Father would like to fuck you,” said he, without hesitation, taking no notice of her movement to depart.
“Your Father! Dreadful. How do you know that?”
“Because Father and I fuck the girls together. His tool is not bigger than mine.”
“You say so. But do you really mean that your parent and you do such dreadful things in company?”
“Yes, when we get the chance. You should see him fuck. Oh ! gum!” and he grinned idiotically.
“You don’t seem a clever boy,” said Bella.
“Father’s not so clever as me,” replied the lad, widening his grin, and showing his dick, again half stiff. “I know how to fuck now, though I only had it once. You should see me fuck.”
And Bella saw the big tool pointing and throbbing.
“Whom did you do it with then? You naughty boy.”
“A girl of fourteen. Father and I both fucked her.”
“Which of you did it first?” demanded Bella.
“I did, and Father caught me. So then he wanted his go, And made me hold her. You should see him fuck, by gum!”
A few minutes more Bella was again on her way, and reached her house without further adventures.
Chapter 9
When Bella related the result of her interview with Mr Delmont that evening a low chuckle of delight escaped the lips of her two conspirators. She said nothing, however, of the young rustic she had encountered by the way. With that part of the day’s performances she considered it quite unnecessary to trouble either the astute Father Ambrose, or her no less sagacious relative.
The plot was evidently about to thicken. The seed so discreetly sown would certainly fructify, and as Ambrose thought of the delicious treat which would certainly someday be his in the person of the beautiful young
