He moves out of her warm and slimy entrails. One of the countrymen is already there his short and erected prick in his hand… He aims at the sperm soiled ass-hole, and with one move of his powerful loins, he sodomizes the young girl, pitilessly and not even hearing her cries.
Barral goes to the monk, and together they discuss about the obscene fornication of the couple in front of them.
“Congratulations father, this is really quite a girl… How did things go at the wedding?”
“Well, everything went O.K. I was sitting right next to the newlywed, and after giving them too much wine, I succeeded in adding some sleeping powder to the husband's meal… When he fell asleep, they were both carried to their place, and then I told her, that one of my benefactors had participated in buying her trousseau, and that she had to come to thank him… She came, quite unconsciously, and in the car she ate an aphrodisias that was contained in a candy… It does not seem to have been too efficient, but… too bad.”
“I hope that you like it all the same?”
“One would really have to be too exiging… specially when you consider that when those bastards will have taken their pleasure out of her, I will take virginity…”
The monk laughed…
“Later, we will try to bring her here again under some other pretense…”
“Are you sure of the silence of the guys?”
“Oh yes, quite sure, they often come to the recto-rate to play with my maid, without their wives knowing it… I have them at my entire disposal…”
“And what about the husband… If he wakes up?”
“No danger… It was a good dose… Tomorrow, when he will wake up, he will think that he fucked his sweet wife all night long…”
“But her… What if she complaints?…”
“She would not dare, it would be too shameful for her to say that she accepted to leave him on such an evening…”
Their conversation was interrupted by the continuous lament of the young bride, that was being ass-fucked by another peasant… “Come, let's watch that…” said he monk.
He walked to the mirror with Barral, and they contemplated the heavy and thick prick that the bride's belly was swallowing… The hose was completely distended under the size of the dart… Under the vacillating light of the oil-lamps, the tableau had a strange deeply lubric allure… The girl was moaning sustained by the plougher's powerful hands, but it was nearly an inert flesh that he was dominating… The belly was slapping against her ass, and one could hear the damp noise of the piston sliding in and out of the painfully distended sheath…
Soon the man sighed and stopped. The silence impressed the men, excited by that savage possession. The man disimpaled the girl, and she had to be held… Then she was placed on her back, on the bench.
The monk came by.
“Let me go… Leave me alone, I hurt too much… No more…”
“Hush little girl… Now you will be rewarded, you will become a complete woman…”
Two men were already holding her arms as if she was crucified… And her breasts, reddened by the cat o nine tails, are pointing arrogantly on her chest. Barral takes the girl's knees, he folds the legs till the knees touch the belly, and then he takes the legs apart… He contemplates that pink virgin cunt, around which the blows left some tiny red marks…
He bends down, his erected prick is posed against the slit, the head slides between the thick lips, and stops against the closed hymen. Without pushing Barral caresses the flesh, softly, and for a long time… The girl, exhausted does not react, she stays there, her eyes closed, mouth agape… She sighs deeply, and little by little the sighs change of tone… Barral guesses that the intense excitation given by the flagellation of her sensitive flesh is bringing the girl a little of voluptuousness… Barral feels his prick get harder and harder, then he pushes slowly his prick, while turning in direction in the cunt… The hymen is tenses, distended and suddenly opens, the raped girl utters a pitiful cry and tries to escape from the male's embrace, in vain. The other men are nailing her to the bench, and inexorably the prick goes deeper, and deeper in her cunt and only stops when it reaches the bottom of the vagina.
Barral rests a little, slowly caressing the bride's breasts, she looks like a wound bird, in her white veil… Then slowly he fucks her, his teeth clenched, his eyes closed.
They are all looking at the love act… The prick is going in and out from the cunt, covered with blood, but also with the girl's come juices…
Barral is now glued to her, bites at her half opened lips, slides his tongue in her mouth and aspires her warm breath… and with powerful movements of his loins he digs his prick in the burning cunt.
The wide open eyes of the woman are now reflecting a strange impression, they widen and Barral thinks that it is desire. He aspires the tongue that does not refuse the kiss… He feels the white-silk stockings against his sides, he guesses that after all that display of intense voluptuousness, he will be the first to really create pleasure in that body, her first womanly pleasure… He wants her all and completely. After the brutal possession comes the most refined caresses… He does not move completely out of her, so that her bruised flesh would not suffer more from that contact. His prick is now deeply in her cunt, and he fucks with all his strength… He is completely in her… And what could not be avoided happens… She gives herself completely. He orders the men to free her arms, and she grabs him by the neck, encircle his shoulders, her body arched, her belly tensed, glued to the man's belly, and the orgasme comes. Half conscious, she bites Barrral's lips… Then mad with pleasure she hollers her joy and let her arms fall from each side of the bench while the man lets the sperm go in her, in hot long splurts…
Barral takes a look at his guests, gets up and removes his softened and soggy prick out of the vagina. Already another man covers the girl with his body. She tries to scratch his face bit she is maintained by the others, and the peasant stops her cries under his thick lips… He fucks her with all the power of his short but thick phallus tearing a little bit more, the painful passage… He breathes heavily, he rattles, and the girl, unable to defend herself, must let the gunk overflow her cunt.
Another cry, her eyes wide open and contemplating the huge tool coming between her thighs, and the third peasant is fucking her too… he is in her, and moves slowly, in spite of her disgust he feels pleasure coming and she gives herself to that male. But he is selfish, and he comes before she could be satisfied, once again the hot and greasy substance is in her… He moves out, leaving her disappointed.
She remains there, members ajar, thighs open, from her sex, sperm is drooling… mixed with blood.
But he gets excited again… The others, exhausted by their libations, are yawning on their chairs, their big hands resting on their knees… Barral takes the girl to the bench, lies on his back, and obliges her to straddle him. He forces her to impale on his prick… One little cry, and the girl is glued to him… He gives the monk a signal… the latter, understanding what he is expected to do, straddles Barral thighs, and also the bench, and aims at the offered ass-hole. One more sigh, and the girl feels the monk's belly glued to her ass.
Under the double penetration she sighs softly… But this time it is from pleasure, and the monstrous coit happens… The flesh shivers… The hands palpate, caress… either the breasts or the belly… Moans of the girl, almost immediately stopped by Barral's mouth… And under the yellow light of the oil lamps, comes the love song of the oversatisfied woman…