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Hardly had the Father withdrawn than the door leading into the church opened, and, behold, two other priests presented themselves within its portal.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 beautiful nudity now presented to his passionate glances, without hesitation, he opened his dress, and giving liberty to a large and long member, caught the beautiful girl in his arms, bore her back to the couch, and then, spreading open her pretty thighs, he planted himself between, and hastily bringing the head of his raging champion to the soft orifice, thrust forward, and at one bound buried himself to his balls.
Bella gave a little cry of ecstasy, as she felt the stiff insertion of this new and powerful weapon.
To the man in full possession of the beautiful girl the contact was ecstasy, and the feeling with which he found himself completely buried in her body to the hilt of his rampant penis was one of indefinable emotion. He had no idea he should so readily penetrate her parts, but he had omitted to take into account the flood of spunk which she had already received.
The Superior, however, gave her no time for reflection, but commenced to run his course so energetically that his long and powerful strokes produced their fullest effects upon her warm temperament, and almost immediately caused her to give down her sweet emission.
This was too much for the wanton ecclesiastic. Already firmly imbedded in the tight and glove-like sheath, he no sooner felt the hot effusion than he uttered a long growl, and discharged furiously.
Bella relished the spouting torrent of the strong man’s lust, and throwing out her legs, received him to his utmost length in her belly, allowing him there to satiate his lust in the jetting streams of his fiery nature.
Bella’s lewdest feelings were roused by this second and determined attack upon her person, and her excitable nature received with exquisite delight the rich libations the two stalwart champions had poured out. But prurient as she was, the young lady found herself much exhausted by this continued strain upon her bodily powers, and it was therefore with dismay that she perceived the second of the intruders preparing to take advantage of the retirement of the Superior.
But what was Bella’s astonishment to discover the gigantic proportions of the Priest who now presented himself. Already his dress was in disorder and before him stood stiffly erected a member before which even the vigorous Ambrose was forced to cede. Out of a curling fringe of red hair sprang the white column of flesh, capped by the shining dull red head, the tight and closely shut orifice which looked as if obliged to be careful and to prevent a premature overflow of its juices.
Two huge and hairy balls hung closely below, and completed the picture, at sight of which Bella’s blood began once more to boil, and her youthful spirit to expand with longing for the disproportionate combat.
“Oh! my Father, how shall I ever get that great thing into my poor little person?” asked Bella, in dismay. “How shall I be able to endure it, when it does go in! I fear it will hurt me dreadfully!”
“I will be very careful, my daughter. I will go slowly. You are well prepared now by the juices of the holy men who have had the good fortune to precede me.”