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‘Undoubtedly, my daughter; it is that fervent relief I have in view when I offer 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 her 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 Bella, 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 zealous 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 placed the foaming head upon her rosy lips and allowed 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, he 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 veneral 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 no experience, and, all ignorant as she was of the 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 alternately bore back the soft skin from its shoulders and tickled the lower extremity.
Twice Ambrose, unable to bear the delicious contact without spending, 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 with 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, their effect on 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 red thing?’ It was evident how much the beauty of the young Bella, no less than the innocence and naïveté 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 the 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!’
‘Strip, Bella, remove everything that can interfere with our movements, which I promise you will be violent enough.’
Thus ordered, Bella was soon divested of her clothing, and finding her confessor appeared charmed at the display of her beauty, and that his member swelled and lengthened in proportion as she exhibited her nudity, she parted with the last vestige of drapery, and stood as naked as she was born.
Father Ambrose was astonished at the charms which now faced him. The full hips, the budding breasts, the skin as white as snow and soft as satin, the rounded buttocks and swelling thighs, the flat white belly and lovely mount covered only with the thinnest down; and above all the charming pinky slit which now showed itself at the bottom of the mount, now hid timorously away between the plump thighs. With a snort of rampant lust he fell upon his victim.
Ambrose clasped her in his arms. He pressed her soft and glowing form to his burly front. He covered her with his salacious kisses, and giving his lewd tongue full licence, promised the young girl all the joys of paradise by the introduction of his big machine within her slit and belly.
Bella met him with a little cry of ecstasy, and as the excited ravisher bore her backwards to the couch, already felt the broad and glowing head of his gigantic penis pressing against the warm moist lips of her tender virgin orifice.
And now the holy man, finding delight in the contact of his penis with the warm lips of Bella’s slit, began pushing it in between with all his energy until the big nut was covered with the moisture which the sensitive little sheath exuded.
Bella’s passions were at fever height. The efforts of Father Ambrose to lodge the head of his member within the moist lips of her little slit, so far from deterring her, spurred her to madness until, with another faint cry, she fell prostrate and gushed down the slippery tribute of her lascivious temperament.
This was exactly what the bold priest wanted, and as the sweet warm emission bedewed his fiercely distended penis, he drove resolutely in, and at one bound sheathed half its ponderous length in the beautiful child.
No sooner did Bella feel the stiff entry of the terrible member within her tender body, than she lost all the little control of herself she had, and setting aside all thought of the pain she was enduring, she wound her legs about his loins, and entreated her huge assailant not to spare her.
‘My sweet and delicious child,’ whispered the salacious priest, ‘my arms are round you, my weapon is already half-way up your tight belly. The joys of paradise will be yours presently.’
‘Oh, I know it; I feel it, do not draw back, give me the delicious thing as far as you can.’
‘There, then, I push, I press, but I am far too largely made to enter you easily. I shall burst you, possibly; but it is now too late. I must have you – or die.’
Bella’s parts relaxed a little, and Ambrose pushed in another inch. His throbbing member lay skinned and soaking, pushed half-way into the girl’s belly. His pleasure was most intense, and the head of his instrument was compressed deliciously by Bella’s slit.
‘Go on, dear father, I am waiting for the spunk you promised me.’
It little needed this stimulant to induce the confessor to an exercise of his tremendous powers of copulation. He pushed frantically forward; he plunged his hot penis still further and further at each effort, and then with one huge stroke buried himself to the balls in Bella’s tight little person.
It was then that the furious plunge of the brutal priest became more than his sweet victim, sustained as she had been by her own advanced desires, could endure.
With a faint shriek of physical anguish, Bella felt that her ravisher had burst through all the resistance which her youth had opposed to the entry of his member, and the torture of the forcible insertion of such a mass bore down the prurient sensations with which she had commenced to support the attack.
Ambrose cried aloud in rapture, he looked down upon the fair thing his serpent had stung. He gloated over the victim now impaled with the full rigour of his huge rammer. He felt the maddening contact with inexpressible delight. He saw her quivering with the anguish of his forcible entry. His brutal nature was fully aroused. Come what might he would enjoy to his utmost, so he wound his arms about the beautiful girl and treated her to the full measure of his burly member.
‘My beauty! you are indeed exciting, you must also enjoy. I will give you the spunk I spoke of, but I must first work up my nature by this luscious titillation. Kiss me, Bella, then you shall have it, and while the hot spunk leaves me and enters your young parts, you shall be sensible of the throbbing joys I also am experiencing. Press, Bella, let me push, so, my child, now it enters again. Oh! Oh!’
Ambrose raised himself a moment, and noted the immense shaft round which the pretty slit of Bella was now intensely stretched.
Firmly embedded in her luscious sheath, and keenly relishing the exceeding tightness of the warm folds of youthful flesh which encased him, he pushed on, unmindful of the pain his tormenting member was producing, and only anxious to secure as much enjoyment to himself as he could. He was not a man to be deterred by any false notions of pity in such a case, and now pressed himself inwards to his utmost, while his hot lips sucked delicious kisses from the open and quivering lips of the poor Bella.
For some minutes nothing now was heard but the jerking blows with which the lascivious priest continued his enjoyment, and the cluck, cluck of his huge penis, as it alternately entered and retreated in the belly of the beautiful penitent.
It was not to be supposed that such a man as Ambrose was ignorant of the tremendous powers of enjoyment his member could rouse within one of the opposite sex, and that its size and disgorging capabilities were of such a nature as to enlist the most powerful emotions in the young girl in whom he was operating.
Indeed Nature was asserting herself in the person of the young Bella. The agony of the stretching was fast being swallowed up in the intense sensations of pleasure produced by the vigorous weapon of the holy man, and it was not long before the low moans and sobs of the pretty child became mingled with murmurs, half-choked in the depth of her feelings, expressive of delight.
‘Oh, my father! Oh, my dear, generous father! Now, now push. Oh! push. I can bear – I wish for it. I am in heaven! The blessed instrument is so hot in its head. Oh! my heart. Oh! my – oh! Holy Mother, what is this I feel?’
Ambrose saw the effect he was producing. His own pleasure advanced apace. He drove steadily in and out, treating Bella to the long hard shaft of his member up to the crisp hair which covered his big balls, at each forward thrust.
At length Bella broke down, and treated the electrified and ravished man with a warm emission which ran all over his stiff affair.
It is impossible to describe the lustful frenzy which now took possession of the young and charming Bella. She clung with desperate tenacity to the burly figure of the priest, who bestowed upon the heaving and voluptuous body the full force and vigour of his manly thrust. She held him in her tight and slippery sheath to his balls.
But in her ecstasy Bella never lost sight of the promised perfection of the enjoyment. The holy man was to spend his spunk in her as Charlie had done, and the thought added fuel to her lustful fire.
When, therefore, Father Ambrose, throwing his arms close round her taper waist, drove up his stallion penis to the very hairs of Bella’s slit and, sobbing, whispered that the ‘spunk’ was coming at last, the excited girl, straightway opening her legs to the utmost, with positive shrieks of pleasure let him send his pent-up fluid in showers into her very vitals.
Thus he lay for full two minutes, while at each hot and forcible injection of the slippery semen, Bella gave plentiful evidence, by her writhings and cries, of the ecstasy the powerful discharge was producing.
Chapter Three (#ulink_8038d2cf-b4ee-57d2-9494-9b4636fe65c9)
I do not think I ever felt my unfortunate infirmity in the matter of a natural inability to blush more acutely than on the present occasion. For even a flea might have blushed at the wanton sight which thrust itself upon his vision on the occasion I have herein recorded. So young, so apparently innocent a girl, and yet so lewd, so lascivious in her inclinations and desires. A person of infinite freshness and beauty – a mind of flaming sensuality fanned by the 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 enquire, 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 intention 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 threw 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 wellcushioned 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 – and 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 succeeded: the immense machine slowly but surely entered – already the head and shoulders had disappeared. A few steady, deliberate thrusts completed the conjunction, and Bella had 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 about his loins.
‘How delicious,’ murmured Bella, kissing rapturously his thick lips. ‘Push up 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 intensest of keen and all-pervading sensations with his glutinous fluid.
‘Oh, it is coming from 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 immense 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 his nature that his discharge more resembled the action of a syringe than the outpouring from the genitals of a man.
At last Ambrose dismounted, and Bella, on standing once more upon her feet, felt a clinging slippery stream trickling 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 sport shall be had 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 keyhole,’ 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 newcomer.
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.
