petticoats to fall and display before her glass the beautiful proportions and exquisitely soft and transparent skin.
So much beauty might have fired Anchorite, but alas! there was no such ascetic there present to be inflamed. As for me, she only nearly broke my longest feeler and twisted my right jumper, as she whirled the warm garment in the hair above her head.
One present there was, however, whom Bella had not counted upon, but upon whom, it is needless to say, nothing was lost.
And now I must explain that ever since the crafty Father Clement had been denied Bella’s charms, he had sworn a very unclerical and beastly oath to renew the attempt to surprise and capture the pretty fortress he had once already stormed and ravished. The remembrance of his happiness brought tears into his sensual little eyes, and a certain distension sympathetically imparted itself to his enormous member.
Clement in fact had sworn a fearful oath to fuck Bella in a natural state in her own unvarnished words, and I, Flea though I be, heard and understood their import.
The night was dark; the rain fell—Ambrose was absent. Verbouc was ill and helpless—Bella would be alone —all this was perfectly well-known to Clement, and accordingly he made the attempt. Improved by his recent experience in his geography of the neighbourhood, he went straight to the window of Bella’s chamber, and finding it, as he expected, unfastened and open, he coolly entered and crept beneath the bed. From this position Clement beheld with throbbing veins the toilette of the beautiful Bella until the moment when she commenced to throw off her chemise, as I have already explained. In so doing Clement saw the nudity of the girl in full view, and snorted internally like a bull. From his recumbent position he had no difficulty in viewing the whole of her body from the waist down, and as she faced from him, his eyes glistened as he saw the lovely twin globes of her bottom opening and shutting as the graceful girl twisted her lithe figure in the act of passing the chemise over her head.
Clement could restrain himself no longer; his desires rose to boiling point, and softly, but swiftly, gliding from his concealment, he arose behind her; and without an instant’s loss of time he clasped her naked body in his arms, placing as he did so, one of his fat hands over her rosy mouth.
Bella’s first instinct was to scream, but that feminine resource was denied her. Her next was to faint, and this she probably would have done but for one circumstance. This was the fact, that as the audacious intruder held her close to him, a certain something, hard, long and warm, very sensibly pressed inwards between her smooth buttocks, and lay throbbing in their separation and up along her back. At this critical moment Bella’s eyes encountered their image reflected in the opposite toilet glass, and she recognised, over her shoulder the inflamed and ugly visage, crowned by the shock circle of red hair, of the sensual priest.
Bella understood the situation in the twinkling of an eye. It was nearly a week since she had received the embraces of either Ambrose or her uncle, and this fact had no doubt something to do with the conclusion she formed on this trying occasion. What she had been on the point of doing in reality, the lewd girl now only simulated.
She allowed herself to recline gently back upon the stout figure of Clement, and that happy individual, believing she was really fainting, at once withdrew his hand from her mouth and supported her in his arms.
The unresisting position of so much loveliness excited Clement almost to madness. She was nearly naked, and he ran his hands over her polished skin. His immense weapon, already stiff and distended with impatience, now palpitated with passion, as he held the beautiful girl in his close embrace.
Clement tremblingly drew her face to his, and imprinted a long and voluptuous kiss upon her sweet lips.
Bella shuddered and opened her eyes.
Clement renewed his caresses.
The young girl sighed.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, softly, “how dare you come here? Pray, pray leave me at once—it is shameful.”
Clement grinned. He was always ugly—now he looked positively hideous in his strong lust.
“So it is,” said he, “shameful to treat such a pretty girl like this, but then, it’s so delicious, my darling.”
Bella sobbed.
More kisses, and a roving of hands over the naked girl.
A great uncouth hand settled over the downy mount, and a daring finger, separating the dewy lips, entered the warm slit and touched the sensitive clitoris.
Bella closed her eyes, and repeated the sigh. That sensitive little organ instantly commenced to develop itself. It was by no means diminutive in the case of my young friend, and under the lascivious fingering of the ugly Clement, it arose, stiffened, and stuck out, until it almost parted the lips of its own accord.
Bella was fired—desire beamed in her eyes; she had caught the infection and stealing a glance at her seducer, she noticed the terrible look of rampant lust which spread itself over his face, as he toyed with her secret young charms.
The girl trembled with agitation; an earnest longing for the pleasure of coition took absolute possession of her, and unable longer to control her desires, she quickly insinuated her right hand behind her, and grasped, but could not span, the huge weapon which drove against her bottom.
Their eyes met—lust raged in each. Bella smiled, Clement repeated his sensual kiss, and insinuated his lolling tongue within her mouth. The girl was not slow to second his lecherous embraces, and allowed him full liberty of action, both as to his roving hands and active kisses. Gradually he pressed her towards a chair, and Bella, sinking upon it, awaited impatiently the next overtures of the Priest.
Clement stood exactly in front of her. His cassock of black silk, which reached to his heels, bulged out in front, while his cheeks, fiery red with the violence of his desires, were only rivalled by the smoking lips, as he breathed excitedly in the ecstasy of the anticipations.
He saw that he had nothing to fear and everything to enjoy.
“This is too much,” murmured Bella, “go away.”
“Oh! impossible now I have had the trouble of getting here.”
“But you may be discovered, and I should be ruined.”
“Not likely—you know we are quite alone and not at all likely to be disturbed. Besides, you are so delicious, my child, so fresh, so young and beautiful—there, don’t withdraw your leg. I was only putting my hand on your soft thigh. In fact, I want to fuck you, my darling.”
Bella saw the huge projection give a flip up.
“How nasty you are!—What words you use.”
“Do I, my little pet, my angel,” said Clement, again seizing on the sensitive clitoris, which he moulded between his finger and thumb; “they are all prompted by the pleasure of feeling this pouting little cunt that is slyly trying to evade my touches.”
“For shame!” exclaimed Bella, laughing in spite of herself.
Clement came close and stopped over her, as she sat; he took her pretty face between his fat hands. As he did so, Bella was conscious that his cassock, already bulging out with the force of the desires communicated to his truncheon, was within a few inches of her bosom.
She could detect the throbs with which the black silk garment gradually rose and fell. The inclination was irresistible; she put her delicate little hand under the priest’s vestment, and lifting up sufficiently felt a great hairy mass, which contained two balls, as large as fowl’s eggs
“Oh, my goodness, how enormous!” whispered the young girl.
“All full of beautiful thick spunk,” sighed Clement, playing with the two pretty breasts which were so close to him.
Bella shifted her ground, and once more grasped with both hands the strong and stiffened body of an enormous penis.
“How dreadful, what a monster!” exclaimed the lewd girl. “It is a big one, indeed; what a size you are!”
“Yes, isn’t that a cock?” observed Clement, pushing forward and holding up his cassock the better to bring the gigantic affair into view.
Bella could not resist the temptation, but raising still higher the man’s garment, released his penis entirely, and exposed it at full stretch.
Fleas are bad measures of size and space, and I forbear to give any exact dimensions of the weapon upon which the young lady now cast her eyes. It was gigantic, however, in its proportions. It had a large and dull red head, which stood shining and naked at the end of a long gristly shaft. The hole at the tip, usually so small, was, in
