Cry after cry succeeded, until Ambrose, at length firmly buried in the belly of the young girl, felt he could go no further, and commenced those delicious pumping movements, which were to end at the same moment his pleasure and the torture of his victim.
Meanwhile Verbouc, whose lustful emotions had been intensely excited by the scene between Mr Delmont and Julia, and subsequently by that between the foolish man and his niece, now rushed towards Bella, and releasing her from the relaxing embrace of his unfortunate friend, at once opened her legs, regarded for a moment her reeking orifice, and then at one bound buried himself in an agony of pleasure in her belly, well anointed by the abundance of spunk which had been already discharged there.
The two couples now performed their delicious copulation in silence, save for the groans which came from the half murdered Julia, the stentorian breathing of the fierce Ambrose, nor the grunts and sobs of Mr Verbouc. Faster and more delicious grew the race, Ambrose, having forced his gigantic penis up to the curling mass of black hair which covered its root into the tight slit of the young girl, became perfectly livid with lust. He pushed, he drove, he tore open with the force of a bull; and had not nature at length asserted herself in his favour by bringing his ecstasy to a climax, he must have succumbed to his excitement in an attack which would probably have for ever prevented a repetition of such a scene.
A loud cry came from Ambrose.
Verbouc well knew its import, he was discharging. His rapture served to quicken his own. A howl of passionate lust arose within the chamber as the two monsters loaded their victims with their seminal outpourings. Not once, but three times did the Priest shoot his prolific essence into the very womb of the tender girl, before he assuaged his raging fever of desire.
As it was, to say that Ambrose simply discharged would give but a faint idea of the fact. He positively spurted his semen into the little Julia in thick and powerful jets, uttering all the while groans of ecstasy, as each hot and slippery injection rushed along his huge urethra and flew in torrents into the stretched receptacle. It was some minutes ere all was over, and the brutal Priest arose from his torn and bleeding victim.
At the same time Mr Verbouc left exposed the opened thighs and besmeared slit of his niece, who lying still in the dreamy trance which follows the fierce delight, took no heed of the thick exuding drops which formed a white pool upon the floor between her well-stockinged legs.
“Ah, how delicious,” exclaimed Verbouc, “you see, there is pleasure after all in the path of duty, Delmont, is there not?” turning to that dumbfounded individual. “If Father Ambrose and myself had not mixed our humble offerings with that prolific essence of which you seem to have made such good use, there is no knowing what mischief might have ensued. Oh, yes, nothing like doing the thing which is right, eh, Delmont?”
“I don’t know. I feel ill; I am in a kind of dream, yet I am not insensible of sensations which cause me renewed delight. I cannot doubt your friendship—your secrecy. I have much enjoyed, I am still excited, I know not what I want?—Say, my friends.”
Father Ambrose approached, and laying his big hand on the shoulder of the poor man, he encouraged him with a few whispered words of comfort.
As a Flea I am not at liberty to mention what these were, but their effect was to dissipate in a great measure the cloud of horror which oppressed Mr Delmont. He sat down and gradually grew more calm.
Julia also had now recovered, and seated on each side of the burly priest, the two young girls ere long felt comparatively at ease. The Holy Father spoke to them like a father and he drew Mr Delmont from his reserve, and that worthy having copiously refreshed himself with a considerable libation of rich wine, began to evince evident pleasure in the society in which he found himself.
Soon the invigorating effects of the wine began to tell upon Mr Delmont. He cast wistful and envious glances towards his daughter. His excitement was evident, and showed itself in the bulging of his garments.
Ambrose perceived his desire and encouraged it. He led him to Julia, who, still naked, had no means of concealing her charms. The parent looked on all with an eye in which lust predominated. A second time would not be so very much more sinful, he thought.
Ambrose nodded his encouragement. Bella unbuttoned his nether garment, and taking his stiff dick in her hand, squeezed it softly.
Mr Delmont understood the position, and the next moment was upon his child. Bella guided the incestuous member to the soft red lips; a few pushes and the half maddened father was fully entered in the belly of his pretty child.
The struggle that followed was intensified by the circumstances of his horrible connection. After a fierce and rapid course, Mr Delmont discharged and his daughter received in the utmost recesses of her young womb the guilty spendings of her unnatural parent.
Father Ambrose, whose sensual character thoroughly predominated, owned one other weakness, and that was preaching; he would preach by the hour together, not so much on religious subjects as on others much more mundane, and certainly not usually sanctioned by Holy Mother Church.
On this occasion he delivered discourse which I found it impossible to follow, and went to sleep in Bella’s armpit until he had done.
How far in the future this consummation would have been, I know not, but the gentle Bella, having obtained a hold of his great lolling affair in her little white hand, so pressed and tickled it that the good man was feign to pause by reason of the sensation she produced.
Mr Verbouc also, who, it will be remembered coveted nothing so much as a buttered bun, knew only too well how splendidly buttered were the delicious little parts of the newly-converted Julia. The presence of the father also—worse than helpless to prevent the utmost enjoyment of his child by these two libidinous men, served to whet his appetite while Bella, who felt the spunk oozing from her warm slit, was also conscious of certain longings which her previous encounters had not appeased.
Verbouc commenced again to visit with his lascivious touches the sweet and childish charms of Julia, impudently moulding her round buttocks and slipping his fingers between their rounded hillocks.
Father Ambrose, not less active, had got his arm round Bella’s waist, and putting her half-nude form close to him, he sucked licentious kisses from her pretty lips.
As the two men continued their toying, their desires proportionately advanced until their weapons, red and inflamed by previous enjoyments, stood firmly in the air, and stiffly menaced the young creatures in their power.
Ambrose, whose lust never wanted much incentive, quickly possessed himself of Bella, who, nothing loath, let him press her down upon the sofa which had witnessed already two encounters, and still further exciting his skinned and flaming pogo, the daring girl let it enter between her white thighs, and favouring the disproportionate attack as much as she could, she received its whole terrible build in her moistened slit.
This sight so worked upon the feelings of Mr Delmont, that he evidently needed small encouragement to attempt a second coup when the Priest had done.
Mr Verbouc, who had for some time been throwing lascivious glances towards Mr Delmont’s young daughter, now found himself once more in condition to enjoy. He reflected that the repeated violation she had already experienced at the hands of her father and the Priest had fitted her for the part he loved to play, and he knew, both by touch and sight, that her parts were sufficiently oiled by the violent discharges she had received to gratify his dearest whim.
Verbouc gave a glance towards the Priest, who was now engaged in the delicious enjoyment of his niece, and then closing upon the beautiful Julia, he in his turn, succeeded in reversing her upon a couch and with considerable effort thrust his stout member to the balls in her delicate body.
This new and intensified enjoyment brought Verbouc to the verge of madness; he pressed himself into the tight and glove-like slit of the young girl, and throbbed all over with delight.
“Oh, she is heaven itself!” he murmured, pressing in his big member to the balls, which were gathered up tightly below.
“Good Lord, what tightness—what slippery pleasure—ugh!” and another determined thrust made poor Julia groan again.
Meanwhile Father Ambrose, with eyes half shut, lips parted, and nostrils dilated, was battering the beautiful parts of the young Bella, whose sensual gratification became evident in her sobs of pleasure.
“Oh! my goodness! You are—you are too big—enormous! Your great thing. Oh! it’s up to my waist. Oh, oh! it’s too much; not so hard—dear Father—how you push!—you will kill me. Ah! gently—go slower—I feel your great
