Julia Delmont, his spirits rose, and his animal passions fed by anticipation on the tender dainties hereafter to be his, until the result became visible in the huge distension of his member and the excitement which his whole manner betrayed.
Nor was Mr Verbouc less touched. Sensual to the last degree, he promised himself a luscious repast on the newly opened charms of his neighbour’s daughter, and the thought of the treat to come acted equally on his nervous temperament.
There were yet some details to arrange. It was clear that the simple Mr Delmont would come to feel his way as to the truth of Bella’s assertions respecting her Uncle’s willingness to sell her maidenhead.
Father Ambrose, whose knowledge of the man had led him to suggest the idea to Bella, knew well with whom he was dealing—indeed, who did not exhibit his inmost nature to his holy man in the sacred right of confession that had the privilege to count him their confessor ?
Father Ambrose was discreet, he faithfully observed the silence enjoined by his religion, but he made no scruple to use the facts he thus acquired for his own ends—and what those were the reader by this time knows as well as I did.
Thus the plot was arranged. Upon a certain day to be agreed upon, Bella was to invite her friend Julia to pass the day with her at her Uncle’s house, and Mr Delmont, it was intended, should be instructed to come and fetch her home. After a certain interval of flirtation between him and the innocent Bella, all being explained to him and previously arranged she was to withdraw, and under the pretext that it was absolutely necessary that some such precaution should be taken in order to avoid the possibility of scandal, she was to be presented to him in a convenient chamber recumbent upon a lounge, where her beautiful body and charms were to be at his disposal, while her head remained concealed behind a carefully closed curtain. Thus, Mr Delmont, eager for the tender encounter, could snatch the jewel he coveted from the lovely victim, while she—ignorant of who her assailant might be—could never thereafter accuse him of the outrage or feel shame in his presence.
Mr Delmont was to have all this explained to him, and his acquiescence was considered certain, only one reservation was intended: No one was to tell him that his own daughter was to be substituted in Bella’s place. He would only know that when too late.
Meanwhile Julia was to be gradually prepared in secret for what was to take place, no mention, of course, being made of the final catastrophe, or the real participator in it. But here Father Ambrose felt himself at home, and by means of well directed enquiries, and a great deal of unnecessary explanation in the confessional, he soon brought the young girl to the knowledge of things of which she had never previously dreamed; all which Bella took care to explain and confirm.
All these matters had been finally disposed of in conference, and the consideration of the subject had produced by anticipation so violent an effect upon the two men, that they were now in train to enjoy their present good fortune in the possession of the fair young Bella with an amount of ardour they had never surpassed.
My young lady on her side, was nothing loath to lend herself to their fantasies, and as she now sat or lay back on the soft lounge with a stiff standing member in either hand, her own emotions rose proportionately, until she longed for the vigorous embraces she knew were about to follow.
Father Ambrose, as usual, was the first. He turned her round, placed her on her belly, and directing her to extend her plump white buttocks as far back as possible, he stood for a moment contemplating the delicious prospect and the small and delicate slit which was just visible below. His weapon, redoubtable as well provided with nature’s essence, rose fiercely and menaced either entry into love’s delightful shades.
Mr Verbouc, as before, disposed himself to witness the disproportionate assault, with the evident intentions of enjoying his favourite role afterwards.
Father Ambrose regarded, with a lecherous expression, the white and rounded promontories straight in front of him. The clerical tendencies of his education were exciting him to commit an infidelity to the Goddess, but the knowledge of what was expected of him by his friend and patron restrained him for the time.
“Delays are dangerous,” said he, “my balls are very full, the dear child must have their contents, and you, my friend, must delight yourself with the abundant lubrication with which I shall provide you.”
Ambrose, on this occasion at least, spoke nothing but the truth. His huge weapon, surmounted by the dull purple head, the broad proportions of which resembled the glowing ripeness of some fruit, stood stiffly up towards his navel, and his immense balls, hard and round, appeared surcharged with the venomous liquor they were aching to discharge. A thick, opaque drop—an ‘avant courier’ of that gush which was to follow—stood on the blunt apex of his penis, as, bursting with luxury, the satyr approached his prey.
Hastily bending down the stiff shaft, Ambrose put the big nut between the lips of Bella’s tender slit and all anointed as it was, commenced to push it up her.
“Oh, how hard! How large you are!” cried Bella; “you hurt me; it is going in too far. Oh! stop!”
As well might have Bella appealed to the wind. A rapid succession of thrusts, a few pauses at intervals, more efforts, and Bella was impaled.
“Ah,” exclaimed the ravisher, turning in triumph to his coadjutor, while his eyes sparkled and his lewd mouth watered with the pleasure he was having. “Ah, this is luscious, indeed; how tight she is, and yet she has it all. I am up here to my balls.”
Mr Verbouc took a careful survey. Ambrose was right. Nothing but his two huge balls remained visible of his genitals, and they were pressing close up between Bella’s legs.
Meanwhile Bella felt the heat of the invader in her belly. She was sensible of the skinning and uncovering of the huge head within her, and instantly her lewdest emotions overtaking her, with a faint cry, she spent profusely.
Mr Verbouc was delighted.
“Push! Push!” said he, “she likes it now, give it her all push!”
Ambrose needed no such incentive, seizing Bella round the hips, he buried himself in her at each bound. The pleasure rose upon him fast; he drew back, until he withdrew his smoking penis, all except the nut, and then lunging forward, he emitted a low groan, and squirted a perfect deluge of hot fluid into Bella’s delicate body.
The girl felt the warm and trickling stuff shooting violently up her, and once more gave down her tribute. The great pushes which now came slopping into her vitals from the powerful stores of Father Ambrose, whose singular gift in this particular I have before explained, caused Bella the liveliest sensations, and she experienced the keenest pleasure during his discharge.
Scarcely had Ambrose withdrawn, than Mr Verbouc took possession of his niece, and commenced a slow and delicious enjoyment of her most secret charms. After an interval of fully twenty minutes, during which time the salacious Uncle revelled in pleasure to his heart’s content, he completed his gratification in a copious discharge, which Bella received with throbs of delight, such as no other than a thoroughly prurient mind could relish.
“I wonder,” said Mr Verbouc, after he had regained breath and refreshed himself with a large draught of rich wine. “I wonder how it is this dear child inspires me with such overwhelming rapture. In her arms I forget myself and all the world. The present intoxication of the moment carries me with it, and I enjoy I know not what of ecstasy.”
The observation, or reflection, call it what you will, of the Uncle, was partly addressed to the good Father, and, no doubt, was partially the result of interior workings of the spirits which involuntarily rose to the surface and formed themselves into words.
“I could tell you I think,” said Ambrose sententiously, “only perhaps, you would not follow my reasoning.”
“Explain, by all means,” replied Mr Verbouc. “I am all attention, and I should of all things like to hear your reason.”
“My reason, or rather, I should say, my reasons,” observed Father Ambrose, “are manifest when you are in possession of my hypothesis.”
Then, taking a pinch of snuff, a habit which the good man usually indulged before delivering himself of any weighty reflections, he continued:
“Sensual pleasure must always be proportional to the adaptability of the circumstances which are intended to produce it. And this is paradoxical, because the more we advance in sensuality, and the more voluptuous our tastes grow, the greater becomes the necessity that these circumstances should be themselves at variance. Do not misunderstand me; I will try to render myself more clear. Why does a man commit a rape when he is surrounded by women willing to afford him the use of their bodies? Simply because he is not content to be in accord with the
