Never had I longed so ardently to contribute to the discomfiture of a champion as on the present occasion, and moved by the complaints of the gentle Bella, with the body of a flea and the soul of a wasp, I hopped at one bound to the rescue.
To dig my proboscis into the sensitive covering of the scrotum of Mr Verbouc was the work of a second. It had the desired effect. A sharp and tingling sensation of pain made him pause. The interval was fatal, and the next moment the thighs and stomach of the young Bella were covered with the wasted superfluity of her incestuous relative’s spunk.
Curses—not loud, but deep—followed this unexpected contretemps. The would-be ravisher withdrew from his vantage-ground, and unable to continue the conflict, reluctantly put up the discomfited weapon.
No sooner had Mr Verbouc released his niece from this trying position than Father Ambrose commenced to manifest the violence of his own excitement, produced from his passive observance of the foregoing erotic scene.
While still retaining his powerful grasp on Bella, and thus gratifying his sense of touch, the appearance of his dress in front plainly denoted the state of affairs as regarded his readiness to take advantage of the occasion. His doubtable weapon, seemingly disdaining the confinement of his garments, protruded itself into view, the big round head already skinned and throbbing with eagerness for enjoyment.
“Ay!” exclaimed the other, as his lewd glance fell upon the distended weapon of his confessor, “here is a champion, who will brook no defeat, I warrant,” and deliberately taking it in his hand, he manipulated the huge shaft with evident satisfaction.
“What a monster! How strong it is—how stiff it stands!”
Father Ambrose rose, his crimson face betrayed the intensity of his desire; placing the frightened Bella in a more propitious attitude, he brought the broad red knob to the moistened aperture, and proceeded to force it inwards with a desperate effort.
Pain, agitation, and longing coursed each other through the nervous system of the young victim of lust.
Although the present was not the first occasion on which the reverend Father had stormed the moss covered outworks, yet the fact of her uncle’s presence, the indelicacy of the whole scene, and the innate conviction, now first dawning upon her, of the trickery and selfishness of the holy man, combined to repel within her those extreme sensations of pleasure which had before so powerfully manifested themselves.
But the proceedings of Ambrose left Bella no time for reflection, for feeling the delicate sheath press glove-like around his large weapon, he hastened to complete the conjunction, and with a few vigorous and skilful bounds, plunged himself to the balls in her belly.
Then followed a rapid interval of fierce enjoyment—of rapid thrusts and pressures, firm and close, until a low, gurgling cry from Bella announced that Nature had asserted herself, and that she had arrived at that exquisite crisis in love’s combat, when spasms of unspeakable pleasure pass rapidly, voluptuously through the nerves, and with head thrown back, lips parted, and fingers convulsively working, the whole body rigid with the absorbing effort, the nymph gives down her youthful essence to meet the coming gushes from her lover.
Bella’s writhing form, upturned eyes, and clutching hands sufficiently bespoke her condition without the ecstatic moan which broke laboriously from her quivering lips.
The whole bulk of the potent shaft, now well lubricated, worked deliciously within her young parts. The excitement of Ambrose increased each instant, and his instrument, hard as iron, threatened with each plunge to discharge its reeking essence.
“Oh, I can do no more; I feel my spunk is nearly coming. Verbouc, you must fuck her. She is delicious. Her belly clips me like a glove. Oh! Oh! Ah!”
Stronger, closer thrusts—a vigorous bound—a sinking of the strong man upon the slight figure of the girl—a hard, low gasp, she Bella, with ineffable delight, felt the hot injection squirting from her ravisher, and pouring in volumes, thick and slippery far within her tender parts.
Ambrose reluctantly withdrew his smoking dick, and left displayed the glistening parts of the young girl, from which trickled a thick mass of his spending.
“Good,” exclaimed Verbouc, on whom the scene had had a powerfully exciting effect, “It is now my turn, good Father Ambrose! You have enjoyed my niece under my eyes; that is as I wished, and she has been well ravished. She has also partaken of the pleasure with you, my anticipations are realised; she can receive, she can enjoy. one can satiate oneself with her, and in her body: good—I am going to begin. My opportunity has come at last, she cannot escape me now. I am going to satisfy my long cherished desire. I am going to appease this insatiable lust for my brother’s child. See this member, how he raises his red head, it is my desire for you, Bella feel, my sweet niece, how hard your dear uncle’s balls are—they are filled for you. It is you who have made this thing so stiff, and long, and swollen—it is you who are destined to bring it relief. Skin it back, Bella! So, my child -let me guide your pretty hand. Oh! no nonsense—no blushes—no modesty no reluctance—do you see its length. You must take it all into that hot little slit that dear Father Ambrose has just so well filled. Do you observe my big globes beneath, Bella darling? They are loaded with the spunk I am going to discharge for your pleasure and my own. Yes, Bella, into the belly of my brother’s child.”
The idea of the horrid incest he contemplated evidently added fuel to his excitement, and produced within him a superabundant sensation of lustful impatience, which exhibited itself no less in his inflamed countenance than in the stiffened and erected shaft which now menaced Bella’s moistened parts.
Mr Verbouc took his measures securely. There was indeed, as he said, no escape for poor Bella. He mounted upon her body, he opened her legs. Ambrose held her firmly against his belly as he reclined. The ravisher saw his chance, the way was clear, the white thighs already parted, the red and glistening lips of the pretty young cunt confronted him. He could wait no longer; parting the lips and pointing aright the dull red head of his weapon to the pouting slit, he now drove forward, and at one bound, with a yell of sensual pleasure, buried himself to his utmost length in his niece’s belly.
“Oh, Lord! I’m in her at last,” screamed Verbouc. “Oh! ah! What pleasure—how nice she is—how tight. Oh!”
Good Father Ambrose held her fast.
Bella gave a violent start, and a little scream of pain and terror, as she felt the entry of her uncle’s swollen member.
Verbouc, firmly embedded in the warm person of his victim, commenced a quick and furious career of selfish pleasure. It was the lamb in the clutches of the wolf, the dove in the talons of the eagle—merciless, regardless of her own feelings, the brute bore all before him, until, too soon for his own hot lust, with a scream of agonised enjoyment, he discharged, and shot into his niece a plentiful torrent of his incestuous fluid.
Again and again the two wretches enjoyed their young victim. Their hot lust, stimulated by the prospect of each other’s pleasures, drove them to madness.
Ambrose essayed to attack her in the buttocks, but Verbouc, who doubtless had his own reasons for the prohibition, forbade the violation, and the priest, no ways abashed, lowered the knob of his big tool, and drove it up furiously into her little slit from behind. Verbouc knelt below, and watched the act, and at its conclusion sucked, with evident delight, the streaming lips of his young niece’s well filled cunt.
That night I accompanied Bella to her couch, for though my nerves had received a dreadful shock, my appetite had suffered no diminution, and it was lucky; perhaps, that my young protégée was not possessed of so irritable a skin as to resent to any great extent my endeavours to satisfy my natural cravings.