“If they should find me out,” again sighed Bella, and with that she half rose and threw her beautiful arms round the neck of the deluded parent.
Mr Delmont pressed her in a close embrace.
“Oh, my goodness, what is this?” whispered Bella, whose little hand had seized the slimy weapon of her companion, and was now engaged in squeezing and moulding it in her warm grasp.
The wretched man felt all her touches, all her charms, and, once more rampant with lust, sought no better fate than to revel in her young virginity.
“If I must yield,” said Bella, “be gentle with me; oh! how you touch me! Oh! take away your hand. Oh! Heavens! What do you do?”
Bella had only time to catch a glimpse of his red-headed member, stiffer and more swollen than ever, and the next moment he was upon her.
Bella made no resistance, and fired by her loveliness, Mr Delmont quickly found the exact spot, and taking advantage of her inviting position, pushed with fury his already lubricated penis into her young and tender parts.
Bella groaned.
Further and further inwards went his hot dart, until their bellies met together, and he was up her body to his balls.
Then commenced a rapid and delicious encounter, in which Bella did her part to perfection, and roused by this new instrument of pleasure, went off in a torrent of delight. Mr Delmont quickly followed her example, and shot into Bella a copious flood of his prolific sperm.
For several moments both lay without motion, bathed in the exudation of their mutual raptures, and panting with their efforts, until a slight noise made itself heard, and before either had attempted to withdraw, or change from the very unequivocal position they occupied, the door of the boudoir opened, and three persons made their appearance almost simultaneously.
These were Father Ambrose, Mr Verbouc, and the gentle Julia Delmont.
The two men appeared bearing between them the half conscious figure of the young girl, whose head, languidly falling on one side, lay on the shoulders of the robust priest, while Verbouc, no less favoured by his proximity, supported her slender form by her nervous arm, and gazed in her face with a look of unsatisfied lust, such as only a devil incarnate could have equalled. Both men were in a state of hardly decent dishabille, and the unfortunate little Julia was as naked as when, scarcely a quarter of an hour before, she had been violently ravished by her own father.
“Hush!” whispered Bella, putting her hand upon the lips of her amorous companion, “for God’s sake, do not incriminate yourself. They cannot know who has done it; better suffer all than confess such a dreadful fact. They are merciless—beware how you thwart them.”
Mr Delmont instantly saw the truth of Bella’s prediction.
“See, thou man of lust,” exclaimed the pious Ambrose, “behold the state in which we found this dear child,” and placing his big hand upon the beautiful unfledged motte of the young Julia, he wantonly exhibited his fingers, reeking with the paternal discharge to the others.
“Horrible,” observed Verbouc, “and if she should be found with child!”
“Abominable,” cried Father Ambrose. “We must, of course, prevent that.”
Delmont groaned.
Meanwhile Ambrose and his coadjutor led their beautiful young victim into the apartment, and commenced to cover her with those preliminary touches and lascivious pawing which precede the unbridled indulgence in luxurious possession. Julia, half awake from the effects of the sedative they had given her, and wholly confounded by the proceedings of the virtuous pair, appeared barely conscious of the presence of her parent, while that worthy, held in position by the white arms of Bella, still lay soaking on her soft white belly.
“Spunk is running down her legs,” exclaimed Verbouc, eagerly inserting his hand between Julia’s thighs; “how shocking!”
“It has even reached her pretty little feet,” observed Ambrose, raising one of her rounded legs, under pretence of making an examination of the delicate kid-boot, upon which he had truly observed more than one gout of seminal fluid, while, with a glance of fire, he eagerly explored the rosy chink thus exposed to view.
Delmont groaned again.
“Oh, good Lord, what a beauty!” cried Verbouc, smacking the rounded buttocks. “Ambrose, proceed to prevent any consequences from so unusual a circumstance. Nothing less than a second emission from another and vigorous man can render such a thing positively safe.”
“Yes, she must have it—that is certain,” muttered Ambrose, whose state during all this time may be better imagined than described.
His cassock stuck out in front—his whole manner betrayed his violent emotions. Ambrose lifted his frock, and gave liberty to his enormous member, the ruby and inflamed head of which seemed to menace the skies.
Julia, horribly frightened, made a feeble movement to escape. Verbouc, delighted, held her in full view.
Julia beheld for the second time, the fiercely erected member of her Confessor, and knowing his intention from the previous initiation she had passed through, half fainted with trembling fear.
Ambrose, as if to outrage the feelings of both, father and daughter, exposed fully his huge genitals and wagged his gigantic penis in their faces.
Delmont, overcome with terror, and finding himself in the hands of the two conspirators, held his breath and cowered by the side of Bella, who, delighted beyond measure by the success of the scheme, kept counselling him to remain neutral and let them have their will.
Verbouc, who had been fingering the moistened parts of the little Julia, now yielded her to the furious lust of his friend, and prepared himself for his favourite pastime of watching her violation.
The Priest, beside himself with lubricity, divested himself of his nether garments, and his member, standing grimly all the while, proceeded to the delicious task which awaited him.
“She is mine at last,” he murmured.
Ambrose immediately seized his prey; he passed his arms around her, and lifted her from the ground; he bore the trembling Julia to an adjoining sofa, and threw himself upon her naked body; he endeavoured with all his might to accomplish his enjoyment. His monstrous weapon, hard as iron, battered at the little pink slit, which although already lubricated with the semen she had received from Mr Delmont, was no easy sheath for the gigantic penis which threatened her.
Ambrose continued his efforts. Mr Delmont could only see a heaving mass of black silk, as the robust figure of the priest writhed upon the form of his little daughter. Too experienced to be long held in check, however, Ambrose felt himself gaining ground, and too much master of himself to allow the pleasure to overtake him too soon, he now bore down all opposition, and a loud shriek from Julia announced the penetration of the huge rammer.
Cry after cry succeeded, until Ambrose, at length firmly buried in the belly of the young girl, felt he could go no further, and commenced those delicious pumping movements, which were to end at the same moment his pleasure and the torture of his victim.
Meanwhile Verbouc, whose lustful emotions had been intensely excited by the scene between Mr Delmont and Julia, and subsequently by that between the foolish man and his niece, now rushed towards Bella, and releasing her from the relaxing embrace of his unfortunate friend, at once opened her legs, regarded for a moment her reeking orifice, and then at one bound buried himself in an agony of pleasure in her belly, well anointed by the abundance of spunk which had been already discharged there.
The two couples now performed their delicious copulation in silence, save for the groans which came from the half murdered Julia, the stentorian breathing of the fierce Ambrose, nor the grunts and sobs of Mr Verbouc. Faster and more delicious grew the race, Ambrose, having forced his gigantic penis up to the curling mass of black hair which covered its root into the tight slit of the young girl, became perfectly livid with lust. He pushed, he drove, he tore open with the force of a bull; and had not nature at length asserted herself in his favour by bringing his ecstasy to a climax, he must have succumbed to his excitement in an attack which would probably have for ever prevented a repetition of such a scene.