coarse hair pressed the battered and delicate mount of poor Bella.
“Oh, my! Oh! my, how you hurt,” moaned she. “My God! you are splitting me up.”
Clement moved.
“I can’t bear it—you are too big, indeed. Oh! take it out. Ah, what thrusts.”
Clement pushed mercilessly two or three times.
“Wait a second, my little devil, until I smother you with my spunk. Oh, how tight you are. How you seem to suck my cock—There, it’s in now, you have it all.”
“Oh, mercy.”
Clement thrust hard and rapidly—push followed push he squirmed and writhed on the soft figure of the girl. His lust rose hot and furious. His huge penis was strained to bursting in the intensity of his pleasure, and tickling, maddening delight of the moment.
“Ah, now I am fucking you at last.”
“Fuck me,” murmured Bella, opening still wider her pretty legs, as the intensity of the sensations gained upon her. “Oh, fuck me hard—harder,” and with a deep moan of rapture she deluged her brutal ravisher with a copious discharge, pushing upwards at the same moment to meet a dreadful lunge.
Bella’s legs were jerked up and down, while Clement thrust himself between, and forced his long, hot member in and out in luscious movements. Soft sighs, mingled with kisses from the set lips of the lusty intruder, occasioned moans of rapture, and the rapid vibrations of the bedstead all bespoke the excitement of the scene.
Clement needed no invitation. The emission of his fair companion had supplied him with the moistening medium he desired, and he took advantage of it to commence a rapid series of in and out movements, which caused Bella as much pleasure as pain.
The girl seconded him with all her power. Gorged to repletion, she heaved and quivered beneath his sturdy strokes. Her breath came in sobs, her eyes closed in the fierce pleasure of an almost constant spasm of emission. The buttocks of her ugly lover opened and shut, as he strained himself at every lunge into the body of the pretty child.
After a long course he paused a moment.
“I can’t hold any longer, I’m going to spend. Take my spunk, Bella, you will have floods of it, pretty one.”
Bella knew it—every vein in his monstrous cock was swollen to its utmost tension. It was insupportably big. It resembled nothing so much as the gigantic member of a horse.
Clement began to move again—the saliva ran from his mouth. With an ecstatic sensation, Bella awaited the coming seminal shower.
Clement gave one or two short, deep thrusts, then groaned and lay still, only quivering slightly all over.
Then a tremendous spout of semen issued from his prick and deluged the womb of the young girl. The big brute buried his head in the pillows and forced himself in with his feet against the bedstead end.
“Oh, the spunk,” screamed Bella. “I feel it. What streams, Oh, give it me. Holy Mother! What pleasure it is!”
“There, there, take that,” cried the Priest, as once more at the first rush of semen into her, he pushed wildly up her belly, sending at each thrust a warm squirt of spunk into her.
“There, there. Oh, what pleasure!”
Whatever had been Bella’s anticipations, she had had no idea of the immense quantity this stalwart man could discharge.
He pumped it out in thick masses, and splashed it into her very womb.
“Oh, I am spending again,” and Bella sank half-fainting beneath the strong man, while his burning fluid continued still to dart from him in viscid jets.
Five times more that night Bella received the glutinous contents of Clement’s big balls, and had not daylight warned them it was time to part, he would have recommenced.
When the astute Clement cleared the house, hastened, as the day broke, to his humble quarters, he was forced to admit he had had his belly full of pleasure, even as Bella had had her belly full of spunk. As for that young lady, it was lucky for her that two protectors were and incapacitated, or they must have discovered in the painful and swollen condition of her young parts, that an interloper had been trespassing on their preserves.
Youth is elastic—everyone says so. Bella was young and very elastic. If you had seen Clement’s immense machine you would have said so. Her natural elasticity enabled her not only to sustain the introduction of this battering-ram, but also in about a couple of days to feel none the worse for it.
Three days after this interesting episode Father Ambrose returned. One of his first cares was to seek Bella. He found her, and invited her to follow to a boudoir.
“See,” cried he producing his tool, inflamed and standing at attention, “I have had no amusement for a week, my cock is bursting, Bella, dear.”
Two minutes later her head was reclining on the table of the apartment, while, with her clothes thrown completely over her head, and her swelling posteriors fully exposed, the salacious Priest regarded her round buttocks, and slapped them vigorously with his long member. Another minute and he had pushed his instrument into her from behind, until his black frizzy hair pressed against her bottom. Only a few thrusts brought from him a gush of spunk, and he sent a shower up to her waist.
The good Father was too much excited by long abstinence to lose his rigidity, but drawing down his stalwart tool, he presented it, all slippery and smoking, at the tight little entrance between those delicious buttocks. Bella favoured him, and well-anointed as he was, he slipped in, and gave her another tremendous dose from his prolific testicles. Bella felt the fervent discharge, and welcomed the hot spunk, as he discharged it up her bowels. Then he turned her over on the table, and sucked her clitoris for a quarter of an hour, making her discharge twice in his mouth, at the end of which time he employed her in the natural way.
Then Bella went to her chamber and purified herself, and, after a slight rest, put on her walking dress and went out.
That evening Mr Verbouc was reported worse, the attack had reached regions which caused serious anxiety to his medical attendant. Bella wished her uncle a good night and retired.
Julia had installed herself in Bella’s room for the night, and the two young friends, by this time well- enlightened as to the nature and properties of the male sex, lay exchanging ideas and experiences.
“I thought I was killed,” said Julia, “when Father Ambrose pushed that great ugly thing of his up my poor little belly, and when he finished I thought he was in a fit, and could not understand what that slippery warm stuff could be which kept splashing into me, but, oh!”
“Then my dear, you commenced to feel the friction on that sensitive little thing of yours, and Father Ambrose’s hot spunk spurted all over it.”
“Yes, that it did. I am always smothered, Bella, when he does it.”
“Hush! What was that?”
Both the girls sat up and listened. Bella, better accustomed to the peculiarities of her chamber than Julia could be, turned her attention to the window. As she did so, the shutter gradually opened, and there appeared a man’s head.
Julia saw the apparition, and was just about to scream, when Bella motioned her to keep silence.
“Hush! Don’t be alarmed,” whispered Bella, “he won’t eat us, only it’s too bad to disturb one in this cruel fashion.”
“What does he want?” asked Julia, half hiding her pretty head under the clothes, but keeping a bright eye all the time upon her intruder.
AU this time the man was preparing to enter, and having sufficiently opened the shutter he squeezed his large figure through the opening, and alighting on the middle of the floor, disclosed the bulky form and ugly sensual features of Father Clement.
“Holy Mother! A Priest,” exclaimed Bella’s young visitor, “and a fat one, too. Oh! Bella, what does he want?”
“We shall soon see what he wants,” whispered the other.
Meanwhile Clement had approached the bed.
“What? Is it possible? A double treat,” he exclaimed; “delightful Bella, this is indeed, an unexpected
