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He felt the throbbing and well-moistened centre quivering beneath his fingers, he beheld the beautiful girl lying inviting him to the amorous sport, he watched the tender breathings which caused the young breast to rise and fall, he recognised the strong sensual emotions which animated the glowing form of his youthful companion.
The full, soft and swelling legs of the girl were now exposed to his sensuous gaze.
Gently raising the intervening drapery, Charlie still further disclosed the secret charms of his lovely companion until, with eyes of flame, he saw the plump limbs terminate in the full hips and white palpitating belly.
Then also his ardent gaze fell upon the centre spot of attraction – on the small pink slit which lay half-hidden at the foot of the swelling mount of Venus, as yet hardly shaded by the softest down.
The titillation which he had administered and the caresses which he had bestowed upon the coveted object had induced a flow of the native moisture which such excitement tends to provoke, and Bella lay with her peach-like slit well bedewed with Nature’s best and sweetest lubricant.
Charlie saw his chance. Gently disengaging her hand from its grasp upon his member, he threw himself frantically upon the recumbent figure of the girl.
His left arm wound itself round her slender waist, his hot breath was on her cheek, his lips pressed hers in one long, passionate and hurried kiss. His right hand, now free, sought to bring together those parts of both which are the active instruments of sensual pleasure, and with eager efforts he sought to complete conjunction.
Bella now felt for the first time in her life the magic touch of a man’s machine between the tips of her rosy orifice.
No sooner had she perceived the warm contact which was occasioned by the stiffened head of Charlie’s member, than she shuddered perceptibly, and already anticipating the delights of venery, gave down an abundance of proof of her susceptible nature.
Charlie was enraptured at his happiness, and eagerly strove to perfect his enjoyment.
But Nature, which had operated so powerfully in the development of Bella’s sensual passions, left yet something to be accomplished, ere the opening of so early a rosebud could be easily effected.
She was very young, immature, certainly so in the sense of those monthly visitations which are supposed to mark the commencement of puberty; and Bella’s parts, replete as they were with perfection and freshness, were as yet hardly prepared for the accommodation of even so moderate a champion as that which, with round intruding head, now sought to enter in and effect a lodgement.
In vain Charlie pushed and exerted himself to press into the delicate parts of the lovely girl his excited member.
The pink folds and the tiny orifice withstood all his attempts to penetrate the mystic grotto. In vain the pretty Bella, now roused into a fury of excitement and half-mad with the titillation she had already undergone, seconded by all the means in her power the audacious attempts of her young lover.
The membrane was strong and resisted bravely until, with a desperate purpose to win the goal or burst everything, the youth drew back for a moment, and then desperately plunging forward, succeeded in piercing the obstruction and thrusting the head and shoulders of his stiffened affair into the belly of the yielding girl.
Bella gave a little scream as she felt the forcible inroad upon her secret charms, but the delicious contact gave her courage to bear the smart in hopes of the relief which appeared to be coming.
Meanwhile, Charlie pushed again and again, and proud of the victory which he had already won, not only stood his ground, but at each thrust advanced some small way further upon his road.
It has been said, ce n’est que le premier coup qui coûte, but it may be fairly argued that it is at the same time perfectly possible that quelquefois il coûte trop, as the reader may be inclined to infer with me in the present case.
Neither of our lovers, however, had, strange to say, a thought on the subject, but fully occupied with the delicious sensations which had overpowered them, united to give effect to those ardent movements which both could feel would end in ecstasy.
As for Bella, with her whole body quivering with delicious impatience, and her full red lips giving vent to the short excursive exclamations which announced the extreme gratification, she gave herself up body and soul to the delights of coition. Her muscular compressions upon the weapon which had now effectually gained her, the firm embrace in which she held the writhing lad, the delicate and moistened, glove-like sheath, all tended to excite Charlie to madness. He felt himself in her body to the roots of his machine, until the two globes which tightened beneath the foaming champion of his manhood, pressed upon the firm cheeks of her white bottom. He could go no further and his sole employment was to enjoy – to reap to the full the delicious harvest of his exertions.
But Bella, insatiable in her passion, no sooner found the wished-for junction completed than, relishing the keen pleasure which the stiff and warm member was giving her, she became too excited to know or care quite what was happening, and in her frenzied excitement, quickly overtaken again by the maddening spasms of completed lust, pressed downwards upon the object of her pleasure, threw up her arms in passionate rapture and then, sinking back in the arms of her lover, with low groans of ecstatic agony and little cries of surprise and delight, gave down a copious emission, which finding a reluctant escape below, inundated Charlie’s balls.
No sooner did the youth witness the delivering enjoyment he was the means of bestowing upon the beautiful Bella and become sensible of the flood which she had poured down in such profusion upon his person, than he was also seized with lustful fury. A raging torrent of desire seemed to rush through his veins and furiously he plunged his instrument to the hilt in her delicious belly; then, drawing back, he extracted the smoking member almost to the head. He pressed and bore all before him. He felt a teasing, maddening feeling creeping upon him; he tightened his grasp upon the young mistress, and at the same instant that another cry of rapturous enjoyment issued from her heaving breast, he found himself gasping upon her bosom, and pouring into her grateful womb a rich tickling jet of youthful vigour.
A low moan of salacious gratification escaped the parted lips of Bella, as she felt the jerking gushes of seminal fluid which came from the excited member within her; at the same moment the lustful frenzy of emission forced from Charlie a sharp and thrilling cry as he lay with upturned eyes in the last act of the sensuous drama.
That cry was the signal for an interruption which was as sudden as it was unexpected. From out of the bordering shrubs there stole the sombre figure of a man; it came and stood before the youthful lovers.
Horror froze the blood of both.
Slipping from his late warm and luscious retreat and essaying as best he could to stand upright, Charlie recoiled from the apparition as from some dreadful serpent.
As for the gentle Bella, no sooner did she catch sight of the intruder than, covering her face with her hands, she shrank back upon the seat which had been the silent witness of her pleasures and, too frightened to utter a sound, waited with what presence of mind she could assume to face the brewing storm.
Nor was she kept long in suspense.
Quickly advancing towards the guilty couple the newcomer seized the lad by the arm while with a stern gesture of authority he ordered him to repair the disorder of his dress.
‘Impudent boy,’ he hissed between his teeth, ‘what is it that you have done? To what lengths have your mad and savage passions hurried you? How will you face the rage of your justly offended father? How appease his angry resentment when in the exercise of my bounden duty, I apprise him of the mischief wrought by the hand of his only son?’
As the speaker ceased, still holding Charlie by the wrist, he came forth into the moonlight and disclosed the figure of a man of some forty-five years of age, short, stout and somewhat corpulent. His face, decidedly handsome, was rendered still more attractive by a pair of brilliant eyes, which, black as jet, threw around fierce glances of passionate resentment. He was habited in a clerical dress, the sombre shades and quite unobtrusive neatness of which drew out only more prominently his remarkably muscular proportions and striking physiognomy.
Charlie appeared, as well indeed he might, covered with confusion, and it was to his infinite and selfish relief that the stern intruder turned to the young partner of his libidinous enjoyment.
‘For you, miserable girl, I can only express the utmost horror and my most righteous indignation. Forgetful alike of the precepts of the holy mother church, careless of your honour, you have allowed this wicked and presumptuous boy to pluck the forbidden fruit! What now remains for you? Scorned by your friends and driven from your uncle’s house, you will herd with the beasts of the field, and exiled as by Nebuchadnezzar of old, shunned as contamination by your species, you will be glad to gather a miserable sustenance in the highways. Oh, daughter of sin, child given up to lust and unto Satan. I say unto thee –’
The stranger had proceeded thus far in his abjuration of the unfortunate girl, when Bella, rising from her crouching attitude, threw herself at his feet, and joined her tears and prayers for forgiveness to those of her young lover.
‘Say no more,’ at length continued the stern priest; ‘say no more. Confessions are of no avail, and humiliations do but add to your offence. My mind misgives me as to my duty in this sad affair, but if I obeyed the dictates of my present inclinations I should go straight to your natural guardians and acquaint them immediately with the infamous nature of my chance discovery.’
‘Oh, in pity, have mercy upon me,’ pleaded Bella, whose tears now coursed down her pretty cheeks, so lately aglow with wanton pleasure.
‘Spare us, father, spare us both. We will do anything in our power to make atonement. Six masses and several paters shall be performed on our account and at our cost. The pilgrimage to the shrine of St Eugulphus, of which you spoke to me the other day, shall now surely be undertaken. I am willing to do anything, sacrifice anything, if you will spare this dear Bella.’
The priest waved his hand for silence. Then he spoke, while accents of pity mingled with his naturally stern and resolute manner.
‘Enough,’ said he, ‘I must have time. I must invoke assistance from the Blessed Virgin, who knew no sin, but who, without the carnal delights of mortal copulation, brought forth the babe of babes in the manger of Bethlehem. Come to me tomorrow in the sacristy, Bella. There in the precincts, I will unfold to you the divine will concerning your transgression. At two o’clock I will expect you. As for you, rash youth, I shall reserve my judgement, and all action, until the following day, when at the same hour I shall likewise expect you.’
A thousand thanks were being poured out by the united throats of the penitents, when the father warned them both to part. The evening had long ago closed in, and the dews of night were stealing upwards.
‘Meanwhile, good-night and peace; your secret is safe with me, until we meet again,’ he spoke and disappeared.
Chapter Two (#ulink_b1e41d59-3285-5ed0-9d1c-2b502a8395f9)
Curiosity to learn the sequel of an adventure in which I already felt so much interest, as well as a tender solicitude for the gentle and amiable Bella, constrained me to keep in her vicinity, and I, therefore, took care not to annoy her with any very decided attentions on my part, or to raise resistance by an ill-timed attack at a moment when it was necessary to the success of my design to remain within range of that young lady’s operations.
I shall not attempt to tell of the miserable period passed by my young protégée in the interval which elapsed between the shocking discovery made by the holy father confessor, and the hour assigned by him for the interview in the sacristy which was to decide the fate of the unfortunate Bella.
With trembling steps and downcast eyes the frightened girl presented herself at the porch and knocked.
The door was opened and the father appeared upon the threshold.
At a sign Bella entered and stood before the stately presence of the holy man.
An embarrassing silence of some seconds followed. Father Ambrose was the first to break the spell.
‘You have done right, my daughter, to come to me so punctually; the ready obedience of the penitent is the first sign of the spirit within which obtains the divine forgiveness.’
At these gracious words Bella took courage, and already a load seemed to fall from her heart.
Father Ambrose continued, seating himself at the same time upon the long-cushioned seat which covered a huge oak chest: ‘I have thought much, and prayed much on your account, my daughter. For some time there appeared no way in which I could absolve my conscience otherwise than to go to your natural protector and lay before him the dreadful secret of which I have become the unhappy possessor.’
Here he paused, and Bella, who knew well the severe character of her uncle, on whom she was entirely dependent, trembled at his words.
Taking her hand in his, and gently drawing the girl to the same seat, so that she found herself kneeling before him while his right hand pressed her rounded shoulder, he went on.
‘But I am wounded to think of the dreadful results which would follow such a disclosure, and I have asked for assistance from the Blessed Virgin in my trouble. She has pointed out a way which, while it also serves the ends of our holy church, likely prevents the consequences of your offence from being known to your uncle. The first necessity which this course imposes is, however, implicit obedience.’
Bella, only too rejoiced to hear of a way out of her trouble, readily promised the most blind obedience to the command of her spiritual father.
The young girl was kneeling at his feet. Father Ambrose bent his large head over her drooping figure. A warm tint lit his cheeks, a strange fire danced in his fierce eyes; his hands trembled slightly, as they rested upon the shoulders of his penitent, but his composure was otherwise unruffled. Doubtless his spirit was troubled at the conflict going on within him between the duty he had to fulfil and the tortuous path by which he hoped to avoid the awful exposure.
The holy father then began a long lecture upon the virtue of obedience and absolute submission to the guidance of the minister of the holy church.
Bella reiterated her assurances of entire patience and obedience in all things.
Meanwhile, it was evident to me that the priest was a victim to some confined, but rebellious spirit which rose within him, and at times almost broke out into complete possession in the flashing eyes and hot passionate lips.
Father Ambrose gently drew the beautiful penitent nearer and nearer, until her fair arms rested upon his knees and her face, bent downwards in holy resignation, sank almost upon her hands.
‘And now, my child,’ continued the holy man, ‘it is time that I should tell you the means vouschsafed to me by the Blessed Virgin by which alone I am absolved from exposing your offence. There are ministering spirits who have confided to them the relief of those passions and those exigencies which the servants of the church are forbidden openly to avow, but which, who can doubt, they have need to satisfy. These chosen few are mainly selected from among those who have already trodden the path of fleshly indulgence; to them is confided the solemn and holy duty of assuaging the earthly desires of our religious community in the strictest secrecy. To you,’ whispered the father, his voice trembling with emotion, and his large hands passing by an easy transition from the shoulders of his penitent to her slender waist – ‘To you, who have once already tasted the supreme pleasure of copulation, it is given to assume this holy office. Not only will your sin be thus effaced and pardoned, but it will be permitted you to taste legitimately those ecstatic delights, those overpowering sensations of rapturous enjoyment, which in the arms of her faithful servants you are at all times sure to find. You will swim in a sea of sensual pleasure, without incurring the penalties of illicit love. Your absolution will follow each occasion of your yielding your sweet body to the gratification of the church, through her ministers, and you will be rewarded and sustained in the pious work by witnessing – nay, Bella, by sharing fully – those intense and fervent emotions the delicious enjoyment of your beautiful person must provoke.’
Bella listened to this insidious proposal with mingled feelings of surprise and pleasure.
The wild and lewd impulses of her warm nature were at once awakened by the picture now presented to her fervid imagination – how could she hesitate?
The pious priest drew her yielding form towards him, and printed a long hot kiss upon her rosy lips.
‘Holy Mother,’ murmured Bella, whose sexual instincts were each moment becoming more fully roused. ‘This is too much for me to bear – I long – I wonder – I know not what!’
‘Sweet innocent, it will be for me to instruct you. In my person you will find your best and fittest preceptor in those exercises you will henceforth have to fulfil.’
Father Ambrose slightly shifted his position. It was then that Bella noticed for the first time the heated look of sensuality which now almost frightened her.
It was now also that she became aware of the enormous protuberance at the front of the holy father’s silk cassock.
The excited priest hardly cared any longer to conceal either his condition or his designs.
Catching the beautiful child in his arms he kissed her long and passionately. He pressed her sweet body to his burly person, and rudely threw himself forward into closer contact with her graceful form.
At length the consuming lust with which he was burning carried him beyond all bounds, and partly releasing Bella from the constraint of his ardent embrace, he opened the front of his cassock, and exposed, without a blush, to the astonished eyes of his young penitent, a member the gigantic proportions of which, no less than its stiffness and rigidity, completely confounded her.
It is impossible to describe the sensations produced upon the gentle Bella by the sudden display of this formidable instrument.
Her eyes were instantly riveted upon it, while the father, noticing her astonishment, but detecting rightly that there was nothing mingled with it of alarm or apprehension, coolly placed it into her hands. It was then that Bella became wildly excited with the muscular contact of this tremendous thing.
Only having seen the very moderate proportions displayed by Charlie, she found her lewdest sensations quickly awakened by so remarkable a phenomenon, and clasping the huge object as well as she could in her soft little hands, she sank down beside it in an ecstasy of sensual delight.
‘Holy Mother, this is already heaven!’ murmured Bella. ‘Oh! father, who would have believed I could have been selected for such pleasure!’
This was too much for Father Ambrose. He was delighted at the lubricity of his fair penitent, and the success of his infamous trick (for he had planned the whole, and had been instrumental in bringing the two young lovers together and affording them an opportunity of indulging their warm temperaments, unknown to all save himself, as, hidden close by, with flaming eyes, he watched the amatory combat).
Hastily rising, he caught up the light figure of the young Bella, and placing her upon the cushioned seat on which he had lately been sitting, he threw up her plump legs and separating to the utmost her willing thighs, he beheld for an instant the delicious pinky slit which appeared at the bottom of her white belly. Then, without a word, he plunged his face towards it, and thrusting his lecherous tongue up the moist sheath as far as he could, he sucked it so deliciously that Bella, in a shuddering ecstasy of passion, her young body writhing in spasmodic contortions of pleasure, gave down a plentiful emission, which the holy man swallowed like a custard.
For a few moments there was calm.
Bella lay on her back, her arms extended on either side, and her head thrown back in an attitude of delicious exhaustion, succeeding the wild emotions so lately occasioned by the lewd proceedings of the reverend father.
Her bosom yet palpitated with the violence of her transports and her beautiful eyes remained half-closed in languid repose.
Father Ambrose was one of the few who, under circumstances such as the present, was able to keep the instincts of passion under command. Long habits of patience in the attainment of his object, a general doggedness of manner and the conventional caution of his order, had not been lost upon his fiery nature, and although by nature unfitted for his holy calling, and a prey to desires as violent as they were irregular, he had taught himself to school his passions even to mortification.
It is time to lift the veil from the real character of this man. I do so with respect, but the truth must be told.
Father Ambrose was the living personification of lust. His mind was in reality devoted to its pursuit, and his grossly animal instincts, his ardent and vigorous constitution, no less than his hard unbending nature, made him resemble in body, as in mind, the satyr of old.
But Bella only knew him as the holy father who had not only pardoned her offence, but who had opened to her the path by which she might, as she supposed, legitimately enjoy those pleasures which had already acted so strongly on her young imagination.
The bold priest, singularly charmed, not only at the success of his stratagem which had given into his hands so luscious a victim, but also at the extraordinary sensuality of her constitution, and the evident delight with which she lent herself to his desires, now set himself leisurely to reap the fruits of his trickery, and revel to the utmost in the enjoyment which the possession of all the delicate charms of Bella could procure to appease his frightful lust.
She was his at last, and as he rose from her quivering body, his lips yet reeking with the plentiful evidence of her participation in his pleasures, his member became yet more fearfully hard and swollen, and the dull red head shone with the bursting strain of blood and muscle beneath.
No sooner did the young Bella find herself released from the attack of her confessor upon the sensitive part of her person already described, and raised her head from the recumbent position into which it had fallen, than her eyes fell for the second time upon the big truncheon which the father kept impudently exposed.
Bella noted the long and thick white shaft, and the curling mass of black hair out of which it rose, stiffly inclining upwards; and protruding from its end was the egg-shaped head, skinned and ruddy, and seeming to invite the contact of her hand.
Bella beheld this thickened muscular mass of stiffened flesh, and unable to resist the inclination, flew once more to seize it in her grasp.
She squeezed it – she pressed it – she drew back the folding skin and watched the broad nut as it inclined towards her. She saw with wonder the small slit-like hole at its extremity and taking it in both her hands, she held it throbbing close to her face.
‘Oh! father, what a beautiful thing,’ exclaimed Bella, ‘what an immense one, too. Oh! Please, dear Father Ambrose, do tell me what I must do to relieve you of those feelings which you say give our holy ministers of religion so much pain and uneasiness.’
Father Ambrose was almost too excited to reply, but taking her hand in his, he showed the innocent girl how to move her white fingers up and down upon the shoulders of his huge affair.
His pleasure was intense, and that of Bella was hardly less.
She continued to rub his limb with her soft palms and, looking up innocently to his face, asked softly – ‘if that gave him pleasure, and was nice’, and whether she might go on, as she was doing.
Meanwhile, the reverend father felt his big penis grow harder and even stiffer under the exciting titillations of the young girl.
‘Stay a moment; if you continue to rub it so I shall spend,’ softly said he. ‘It will be better to defer it a little.’
‘Spend, my father,’ asked Bella, eagerly, ‘what is that?’
‘Oh, sweet girl, charming alike in your beauty and your innocence; how divinely you fulfil your divine mission,’ exclaimed Ambrose, delighted to outrage and debase the evident inexperience of his young penitent. ‘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?’
