was immensely thick, rather flat and hugely swollen.
The girl felt her blood tingle as she looked upon it. The nut was as large as an egg—plump, and quite purple. It emitted a strong smell. The lad made her approach, and pressed her white, lady-like little hand upon it.
“Didn’t I tell you it was bigger than mine,” continued the boy, “look here; mine is not nearly as thick as Father’s.”
Bella turned. The boy had his trousers opened and his formidable penis in full view. He was right-it could not compare with his father’s for size.
The older of the two now caught her round the waist.
Tim also essayed to cling to her, and to get his hand under her clothes. Between them she swayed to and fro. A sudden push cast her upon the hay. Then up went her skirts. Bella’s dress was light and wide, she wore no drawers. No sooner did the two catch sight of her plump, white legs than they snorted again, and both threw themselves on her together. A struggle now ensued.
The Father, much heavier and stronger than the boy, got the advantage. His breeches were about his heels; his big, fat prick was out and wagged within three inches of her navel.
Bella opened her legs, she longed for a taste of it. She put down her hand. It was hot as fire, and as hard as a bar of iron.
Mistaking her intention, the man rudely withdrew her arm, and roughly helping himself, put the tip of his penis to the pink lips.
Bella opened her young parts all in her power, and with several forcible lunges the peasant got about halfway in. Here his excitement overcame him. He discharged violently, getting right up so a stream of very thick fluid spouted into her as he did so until the big nut lay against her womb, and he sent a great quantity of spunk into it.
“Eh, you are killing me,” cried the girl, half smothered, “what is all that you are pouring into me?”
“That’s the spunk; that’s what that is,” remarked Tim, as he bent down and watched the operation delightedly.
“Didn’t I tell you, he was a good ’un to fuck?”
Bella thought the man would now get off, and allow her to rise, but she was mistaken; the large member which was now crammed into her only seemed to grow more rigidly stiff, and to stretch her worse than ever.
Presently the peasant began to work himself up and down, pushing cruelly into Bella’s young parts at each descent. His enjoyment appeared to be extreme. The discharge which had already taken place caused his truncheon to slip in and out without difficulty, and made the soft region foam with the rapid movement.
Bella gradually became dreadfully excited. Her mouth opened, her legs went up and her hands were convulsively clenched on either side. She now favoured every effort and delighted to feel the fierce plunges with which the sensual fellow buried his reeking weapon in her young belly.
For a quarter of an hour the conflict raged on both sides.
Bella had discharged frequently, and was on the point of giving down a warm emission, when a furious squirt of spunk rushed from the man’s member and inundated the young lady’s parts.
The fellow then rose, and withdrawing his dripping prick, from which the last drops of his plentiful injection were still exuding, he stood moodily contemplating the panting figure he had released.
Still threatening stood his huge rammer in front of him, yet smoking from the warm sheath, Tim, with true filial, care, proceeded to wipe it tenderly and return it, pendant and swollen with its late excitement, within his father’s shirt and breeches.
This done, the lad began to cast sheep’s eyes on Bella, who still remained, slowly recovering herself upon the hay. Looking and feeling, Tim who met with no resistance, commenced to push his fingers about in the region of the young lady’s private parts.
The father now came forward, and taking his son’s weapon in his grasp, began to frig it up and down. It was already stiffly erected, and presented a formidable mass of flesh and muscle in Bella’s face.
“Goodness me. I hope you are not going to put that into me,” murmured Bella.
“I am, though,” answered the lad, with one of his silly grins. “Father frigs me, and I like it, and now I mean to fuck you.”
The father guided this splitter towards the girl’s thighs. Her slit, already swimming in the spunk which the peasant had thrown into it, quickly received the ruby nut. Tim gushed it in, and stooping over her, shoved in the long shaft, until his hairs rubbed Bella’s white skin.
“Oh, it’s dreadfully long,” cried she; “you are shockingly big, you naughty boy. Don’t be so violent. Oh you kill me! How you push. Oh! you can’t get in any further; pray be gentle; there, it’s quite up me. I can feel it up to my waist. Oh, Tim, you horrid, bad boy!”
“Give it to her,” muttered the father, who was feeling the lad’s balls, and tickling all round between his legs all the time. “She’ll take it. Tim. Ain’t she a beauty? What a tight little cunt she’s got, ain’t she, boy?”
“Ugh, don’t talk, Father, I can’t fuck.”
For some minutes there was silence, save for the noise of the two heaving, struggling bodies in the hay. After a while the boy stopped. His prick, though hard as iron and stiff as wax, had not apparently spent a drop. Presently, Tim pulled it right out, all smacking and glistening with juices.
“I can’t spend,” said he, mournfully.
“It’s the frigging,” explained the Father. “I frig him so often that he misses it now.’
Bella lay panting and all exposed.
The man now applied his hand to Tim’s cock, and began vigorously rubbing it up and down.
The girl expected every moment he would spend in her face.
After a while passed in thus further exciting his son, the father suddenly applied the burning nut to Bella’s slit, and as it passed up, a perfect deluge of sperm issued from it and flooded her interior. Tim set himself to work to writhe and struggle, and ended by biting her in the arm.
When this discharge had quite terminated, and the last throb had passed through the boy’s huge rammer, he slowly drew it out and let the girl rise.
They had no intention, however, to let her go, for after undoing the door, the boy looked cautiously round, and then replacing the wooden bar, turned to Bella.
“What fun, wasn’t it,” he remarked. “I told you Father was good at it, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did, indeed, but you must let me go now; do, there’s a good boy .”
A grin was the only response.
Bella looked towards the man, and what was her terror to see him in a state of nudity, all save his shirt and boots, and with an erection that threatened another and even fiercer assault upon her charms.
His member was literally livid with the tension and stuck up against his hairy belly. The head had swollen enormously with the previous irritation, and from its tip a glistening drop hung pendant.
“You’ll let me fuck you again,” enquired the man, as he caught the young lady by the waist and put her hand on his tool.
“I’ll try,” murmured Bella, and seeing there was no help for it, she suggested his sitting on the hay, while straddling across his knees, she tried to insert the mass of gristly flesh.
After a few heaves and pushes it went in, and a second course, no less violent than the first commenced. A full quarter of an hour elapsed. It was now apparently the elder who could not be brought to the point of emission.
‘How tiresome they are,’ thought Bella.
“Frig it, my dear,” said the man, withdrawing from her body his member, even harder than before.
Bella clasped it with both her small hands and worked it up and down. After a little of this excitement she stopped, and perceiving a small spurt of semen exude from the urethra, she quickly placed herself upon the huge pommel, and had hardly housed it before a flood of spunk rushed into her.
Bella rose and fell, thus pumping him, till all was finished, after which they let her go.
At length the day arrived, the eventful morning broke, when the beautiful Julia Delmont was to lose that coveted treasure which is so eagerly sought after on the one hand, and often so thoughtlessly thrown away upon the other.
It was still early when Bella heard her foot upon the stairs, and the two friends were no sooner united than a
