“To spend is to complete the act whereby the full pleasure of venery is enjoyed, and then a rich quantity of thick white fluid escapes from the thing you now hold in your hand, and rushing forth, gives equal pleasure to him who ejects it and to the person who, in some manner or other, receives it.”
Bella remembered Charlie and his ecstasy, and knew immediately what was meant.
“Would this outpouring give you relief, my Father?”
“Undoubtedly, my daughter, it is that fervent relief I have in view, offering you the opportunity of taking from me the blissful sacrifice of one of the humblest servants of the church.”
“How delicious,” murmured Bella; “by my means this rich stream is to flow, and all for me the holy man proposes this end of his pleasure—how happy I am to be able to give him so much pleasure.”
As she half pondered, half uttered these thoughts she bent head down; a faint, but exquisitely sensual perfume rose from the object of her adoration. She pressed her moist lips upon its top, she covered the little slit-like hole with her lovely mouth, and imprinted upon the glowing member a fervent kiss.
“What is this fluid called?” asked Be11a, once more raising her pretty face.
“It has various names,” replied the holy man, “according to the status of the person employing them; but between you and me, my daughter, we shall call it spunk.”
“Spunk!” repeated Bella, innocently, making the erotic word fall from her sweet lips with an unction which was natural under the circumstances.
“Yes, my daughter, spunk is the word I wish you to understand it by, and you shall presently have a plentiful bedewal of the precious essence.”
“How must I receive it?” enquired Bella, thinking of Charlie, and the tremendous difference relatively between his instrument and the gigantic and swollen penis in her presence now.
“There are, various ways, all of which you will have to learn, but at present we have only slight accommodation for the principal act of reverential venery, of that permitted copulation of which I have already spoken. We must, therefore, supply another and easier method, and instead of my discharging the essence called spunk into your body, where the extreme tightness of that little slit of yours would doubtless cause it to flow very abundantly, we will commence by the friction of your obedient fingers, until the time when I feel the approach of those spasms which accompany the emission. You shall then, at a signal from me, place as much as you can of the head of this affair between your lips, and there suffer me to disgorge the trickling spunk, until the last drop being expended I shall retire satisfied, at least for the time.”
Bella whose jealous instincts led her to enjoy the description which her confessor offered, and who was quite as eager as himself for the completion of this outrageous programme, readily expressed her willingness to comply.
Ambrose once more placed his large penis in Bella’s fair hands.
Excited alike by the sight and touch of so remarkable an object, which both her hands now grasped with delight, the girl set herself to work to tickle, rub and press the huge and stiff affair in a way which gave the licentious priest the keenest enjoyment.
Not content with the friction of her delicate fingers, Bella, uttering words of devotion and satisfaction, now place the foaming head upon her rosy lips and allowing it to slip in as far as it could, hoping by her touches, no less than by the gliding movements of her tongue, to provoke the delicious ejaculation of which she was in want.
This was almost beyond the anticipation of the holy priest, who had hardly supposed he should find so ready a disciple in the irregular attack he proposed; and his feelings being roused to the utmost by the delicious titillation he was now experiencing, prepared himself to flood the young girl’s mouth and throat with the full stream of his powerful discharge.
Ambrose began to feel he could not last longer without letting fly his roe, and thereby ending his pleasure.
He was one of those extraordinary men, the abundance of whose seminal ejaculation is far beyond that of ordinary beings. Not only had he the singular gift of repeatedly performing the venal act with but very short respite, but the quantity with which he ended his pleasure was as tremendous as it was unusual. The superfluity seemed to come from him in proportion as his animal passions were aroused, and as his libidinous desires were intense and large, so also were the outpourings which relieved them.
It was under these circumstances that the gentle Bella undertook to release the pent-up torrents of this man’s lust. It was her sweet mouth which was to be the recipient of those thick slippery volumes of which she had had as yet not experience, and, all ignorant as she was of he effect of the relief she was so anxious to administer, the beautiful maid desired the consummation of her labour and the overflow of that spunk of which the good Father had told her.
Harder and hotter grew the rampant member as Bella’s exciting lips pressed its large head and her tongue played around the little opening. Her two white hands bore back the soft skin from its shoulders and alternately tickled the lower extremity.
Twice Ambrose, unable to bear without spending the delicious contact, drew back the tip from her rosy lips.
At length Bella, impatient of delay, and apparently bent on perfecting her task, pressed forward with more energy than ever upon the stiff shaft.
Instantly there was a stiffening of the limbs of the good priest. His legs spread wide on either side of his penitent. His hand grasped convulsively at the cushions, his body was thrust forward and straightened out.
“Oh, holy Christ! I am going to spend!” he exclaimed, as with parted lips and glazing eyes he looked his last upon his innocent victim. Then he shivered perceptibly, and with low moans and short, hysteric cries, his penis, in obedience to the provocation of the young lady, began to jet forth its volumes of thick and glutinous fluid.
Bella, sensible of the gushes, which now came slopping jet, after jet, into her mouth, and ran in streams down her throat, hearing the cries of her companion, and perceiving with ready intuition that he was enjoying to the utmost the effect she had brought about, continued her rubbings and compression until gorged with the slimy discharge, and half choked by its abundance, she was compelled to let go of this human syringe, which continued to spout out its gushes in her face.
“Holy Mother!” exclaimed Bella, whose lips and face were reeking with the Father’s spunk. “Holy Mother!. What pleasure I have had—and you, my Father, have I not given the precious relief you coveted?”
Father Ambrose, too agitated to reply, raised the gentle girl in his arms, and pressing her streaming mouth to his, sucked humid kisses of gratitude and pleasure.
A quarter of an hour passed in tranquil repose uninterrupted by any signs of disturbance from without.
The door was fast, and the holy Father had well chosen his time.
Meanwhile Bella, whose desires had been fearfully excited by the scene we have attempted to describe, had conceived an extravagant longing to have the same operation performed upon her with the rigid member of Ambrose that she had suffered from the moderately proportioned weapon of Charlie.
Throwing her arms round the burly neck of her confessor, she whispered low words of invitation, watching, as she did so the effect in the already stiffening instrument between his legs.
“You told me that the tightness of this little slit,” and here Bella placed his large hand upon it with a gentle pressure, “would make you discharge abundantly of the spunk you possess. What would I not give, my Father, to feel it poured into my body from the top of this big red thing?”
It was evident how much the beauty of the young Bella, no less than the innocence and naivetй of her character, inflamed the sensual nature of the priest. The knowledge of his triumph—of her utter helplessness in his hands—of her delicacy and refinement, all conspired to work to the extreme of lecherous desires of his fierce and wanton instincts. She was his. His to enjoy as he wished—his to break to every caprice of his horrid lust, and to bend to the indulgence of the most outrageous and unbridled sensuality.
“Ay, by heaven! it is too much,” exclaimed Ambrose, whose lust, already rekindling, now rose violently into activity at this solicitation. “Sweet girl, you don’t know what you ask; the disproportion is terrible, and you would suffer much in the attempt.”
“I would suffer all,” replied Bella, “so that I could feel that fierce thing in my belly, and taste the gushes of its spunk up in me to the quick.”
“Holy Mother of God! It is too much—you shall have it, Bella, you shall know the full measure of this stiffened machine, and, sweet girl, you shall wallow in an ocean of warm spunk.”
“Oh, my Father, what heavenly bliss!”
