accidental course of events into an active volcano of lust.
Well might I have exclaimed with the poet of old:
“O Moses!” or with the more practical descendant of the Patriarch: “Holy Moses!”
It is needless to speak of the change which Bella’s whole being underwent after such experiences as these I have related. They were manifest and apparent in her carriage and demeanour.
What became of her youthful lover I never knew nor cared to inquire, but I am led to believe that holy Father Ambrose was not insensible to those irregular tastes which are so largely ascribed in his order, and that the youth was led by easy stages to lend himself, no less than his young mistress, to gratification of the insensate desires of the priest.
But to return to my own observations so far as they extended to the fair Bella.
Although a Flea cannot blush, we can observe and I have taken upon me to commit to pen and ink all those amatory passages in my experience which I think may interest the seeker after truth. We can write, at least this Flea can, or else these pages would not now be before the reader, and this is enough.
It was several days before Bella found an opportunity of again visiting her clerical admirer, but at length the chance came, and, as might be expected, she quickly availed herself of it.
She had found means to apprise Ambrose of her intentions of visiting him, and that astute individual was accordingly ready to receive his pretty guest as before.
Bella no sooner found herself alone with her seducer than she flew herself into his arms, and pressing his huge carcass to her little form, lavished upon him the most tender caresses.
Ambrose was not slow in returning to the full the warmth of her embrace, and thus it happened that the pair found themselves hotly engaged in the exchange of burning kisses, and reclining face to face upon the well cushioned seat before alluded to.
But Bella was not likely now to be contented with kisses only, she desired more solid fare, which she knew from experience the Father could give her.
Ambrose, on his part, was no less excited. His blood flowed quickly, his dark eye flamed with unconcealed lust, and his protuberant dress displayed only too plainly the disorder of his senses.
Bella perceived his condition; neither his inflamed looks, nor the evident erection, which he took no trouble to conceal, escaped her—she sought to add to his desires, if possible, not to diminish them.
Soon, however, Ambrose showed her that he required no further incentive, for he deliberately produced his fiercely distended weapon in a state the bare sight of which drove Bella frantic with desire. At any other time Ambrose would have been more prudent of his pleasures than thus early to have proceeded to work with the delicious little conquest. On this occasion, however, his senses ran riot with him, and he was unable to check the overwhelming desire to revel at once and as soon as possible in the juvenile charms thus offered him.
He was already upon her body. His great bulk covered her figure most powerfully and completely. His distended member bore hardly against Bella’s stomach, and her clothes were already raised to her waist.
With a trembling hand Ambrose seized the centre chink of his wishes—eagerly he brought the hot and crimson tip towards its moist and opening lips. He pushed, he strove to penetrate—he succeeds; the immense machine slowly but surely enters—already the head and shoulders have disappeared.
A few steady, deliberate thrusts complete the conjunction, and Bella has received the whole length of Ambrose’s huge excited member in her body.
The ravisher lay panting upon her bosom in complete possession of her inmost charms.
Bella, into whose little belly the vigorous mass was thus crammed, felt most powerfully the effects of the throbbing and hot intruder.
Meanwhile Ambrose began to thrust up and down. Bella threw her white arms around his neck, and twined her pretty silk clad legs all wantonly above his loins.
“How delicious,” murmured Bella, kissing rapturously his thick lips, “Push me—push up me harder. Oh, how it forces me open—how large it is! How hot—how—oh my oh!”
And down came a shower from Bella’s storehouse, in response to the strong thrusts received, while her head fell back and her mouth opened in the spasms of coition.
The priest restrained himself, he paused an instant, the throbbing of his long member sufficiently announced his condition; he wished to prolong his pleasure to the utmost.
Bella squeezed the terrible shaft in her innermost person, and felt it grow harder and even stiffer while its purple head pressed up to her young womb.
Almost immediately afterwards her unwieldy lover, unable to prolong his pleasure, succumbed to the intense and all pervading sensation of squirting a flood of glutinous fluid.
“Oh, it is coming for you,” cried the excited girl. “I feel it in gushes. Oh! give it me—more—more—pour it into me push harder., do not spare me! Oh, another gush! Push tear me if you like—but let me have all your spunk.”
I have before spoken of the quantity Father Ambrose possessed the power of discharging, and he now surpassed himself. He had been bottled up for nearly a week and Bella now received such a tremendous stream of spunk that his discharge more resembled the actions of a syringe than the outpourings from the genitals of man.
At last Ambrose dismounted, and Bella on standing once more upon her feet, felt a clinging slippery stream of spunk trickling slowly down her plump thighs.
Hardly had the Father withdrawn than the door leading into the church opened, and, behold, two other priests presented themselves within its portal. Concealment was of course impossible.
“Ambrose,” exclaimed the elder of the two, a man apparently between thirty and forty years old, “this is against our rules and privileges, which enact that all such game shall be in common.”
“Take it then,” growled the person addressed. “It is not too late—I was going to tell you of what I had got, only -”
“Only the delicious temptation of this young moss rose was too much for you, my friend!” exclaimed the other, seizing, as he spoke, upon the astonished Bella, and forcing his large hand up her clothes to her soft thighs.
“I saw it all through the key hole,” whispered the brute in her ear. “you need not be frightened, we shall only treat you the same, my dear.”
Bella remembered the conditions of her admittance to the solace of the church, and supposed this was only a part of her new duties. She therefore rested unresistingly in the arms of the two newcomers.
Meanwhile his companion had passed his strong arm around Bella’s waist, and covered her delicate cheek with kisses. Ambrose looked stupid and confounded.
The young lady thus found herself between two fires, to say nothing of the smouldering passion of her original possessor. In vain she looked from one to the other for some respite, some means of extrication from her predicament.
For, be it known, that although she fully resigned herself to the position into which the cunning of Father Ambrose had consigned her, a bodily feeling of weakness and fear of the new assailants nearly overcame her. Bella read nothing but lust and raging desire in the looks of the newcomers, while the non-resistance of Ambrose disarmed all thought of defence on her own part.
The two men had now got her between them, and while the first speaker had pushed his hand as far as her rosy slit, the other lost no time in possessing himself of the well rounded cheeks of her plump buttocks.
Between them Bella was powerless to resist.
“Stay a moment,” at length suggested Ambrose, “if you are in earnest to enjoy her, at least undress her without tearing her clothes to pieces, as you both seemed inclined to do.”
“Strip, Bella,” continued he, “we must all share you, it seems; so prepare to become the willing instrument of our united pleasures.”
“Our convent contains others no less exigent than myself, and your office will be no sinecure, so you had better remember always the privileges you are called upon to fulfil, and be ready to relieve these holy men of the fiery desires which you yet know how to assuage.”
Thus directed there was no alternative. Bella stood naked before the three vigorous priests.
Murmurs of delight burst from all when Bella stood timidly forth in her beauty.
No sooner did the spokesman of the newcomers, who was evidently the superior of the three, perceive the
