Secure from all interruption, both sought in lascivious ‘attouchments’ to gratify the craving of their imaginations to handle what they saw.
Unable to restrain his eagerness, the sensual uncle stretched out his hand, and drawing his beautiful niece close to him, allowed his fingers to wander between her legs. As for the priest he seized on her soft bosom, and buried his face in its young freshness.
Neither allowed any considerations of modesty to interfere in their enjoyments, and the members of the two strong men were fully exposed and standing excitingly erect, the red heads shining with the tension of blood and muscle below.
“Oh, how you touch me,” murmured Bella, opening involuntarily her white thighs to the trembling hand of her uncle, while Ambrose almost stifled her with his gross lips, and he sucked delicious kisses from her ruby mouth.
Presently her delighted hand pressed within its warm palm the stiffened member of the vigorous Priest.
“There, my sweet girl, is it not large? And does it not burn to squirt its juices into you? Oh, my child, how you excite me. Your hand, your little hand! Ugh! I am dying to thrust this into your soft belly! Kiss me, Bella! Verbouc, see how your niece excites me.”
“Holy Mother, what a dick! See, what a nut it has, Bella. How it shines, what a long white shaft, and how it curves upwards, like a serpent bent on stinging its victim. Already a drop gathers on its tip, look, Bella.”
“Oh, how hard it is! How it throbs! How it thrusts forward! I can scarce hold it, you kill me with such kisses, you suck my life away.”
Mr Verbouc made a forward movement, and at the same moment again disclosed his weapon, erect and ruby red, the head uncapped and moist.
Bella’s eyes glistened at the prospect.
“We must regulate our pleasures, Bella.” said her Uncle. “We must endeavour, as much as possible, to prolong our ecstasies.”
“Ambrose is rampant with lust, what a splendid animal he is, what a member, he is furnished like a jackass. Ah, my niece, my child, that will stretch your little slit, it will thrust itself right up to your vitals, and after a long course it will discharge a torrent of spunk for your pleasure.”
“What joy,” murmured Bella; “I long to have it up me to the waist.”
“Yes, oh yes; do not hasten too soon the delicious end; let us all work for that.”
She would have added more, but the red bulb of Mr Verbouc’s stiffened affair at that moment entered her mouth.
With the utmost avidity Bella received the stiff and throbbing thing between her coral lips, and allowed as much of the head and shoulders as could accommodate themselves to enter. She licked it round with her tongue; she even tried to force the tip into the red opening at the apex. She was excited beyond herself. Her cheeks flushed, her breath came and went with spasmodic eagerness. Her hand still grasped the member of the salacious Priest. Her tight young cunt throbbed with the pleasures of anticipation.
She would have continued to tickle, rub, and excite the swollen tool of the lecherous Ambrose, but that worthy man signed to her to stop.
“Stay a moment, Bella,” sighed he, “you will make the spunk come so.”
Bella released her hold of the big white shaft and lay back, so that her Uncle could work leisurely in and out of her mouth. Her eyes greedily rested upon the huge proportions of Ambrose all the while.
Never had Bella tasted a prick with so much delight, as she now did the very respectable weapon of her Uncle. She, therefore, worked her lips upon it with the utmost relish, sucking greedily the moisture which from time to time exuded from the tip. Mr Verbouc was in raptures with her willing services.
The Priest now knelt down, and pushing his shaven head between the knees of Mr Verbouc, as he stood before his niece, he opened the girl’s plump thighs, and parting the pink lips of her delicate slit with his fingers, he thrust in his tongue, and covered her young and excited parts with his thick lips. Bella shivered with pleasure : her Uncle grew stiffer, and pushed hard and viciously at her beautiful mouth.
The girl placed a hand on his balls, and gently squeezed them. She skinned back the hot shaft and sucked it with evident delight.
“Let it come,” said Bella, rejecting for a moment the glistening nut in order to express herself and take breath
“Let it come, Uncle, I should like to taste it so much.”
“So you shall, my darling, but not yet, we must not be too quick.”
“Oh! How he sucks me, how his tongue licks me! I am on fire; he is killing me.”
“Aha, Bella, you feel nothing but pleasure now, you are reconciled to the joys of our incestuous connection.”
“Indeed I am, my dear Uncle, give me your dick again in my mouth.”
“Not yet, Bella, my love.”
“Do not keep me too long. You are maddening me. Father! Father! Oh, he is coming to me, he is preparing to fuck me. Holy Mother! What a huge dick! Oh, mercy! He will split me.”
Meanwhile Ambrose, driven to fury by the delicious employment he had been engaged in, became too excited to remain longer as he was, and taking the opportunity of Mr Verbouc’s temporary withdrawal, he rose and pushed the beautiful girl back upon the soft lounge.
Verbouc seized upon the formidable penis of the holy Father, and gave it one or two preliminary shakes, pushed back the soft skin which circled the egg-shaped head, and directing the broad flaming head to the pink slit, drove it up vigorously into her belly, as she lay before him.
The moistened conditions of the child’s parts assisted the insertion of the head and shoulders, and the Priest’s weapon was quickly engulfed. Vigorous thrusts succeeded, and with fierce lust in his face, and little mercy for the youth of his victim, Ambrose fucked on. Her excitement obliterated all sense of pain and stretching wide her pretty legs she allowed him to wallow as completely as he desired in the possession of her beauty.
A loud moan of rapture escaped from Bella’s parted lips, as she felt the huge weapon, hard as iron, pressing up her womb, and stretching her with its great bulk.
Mr Verbouc lost nothing of the salacious sight, but standing close to the excited couple, be placed his own hardly less vigorous member in his niece’s convulsive grasp.
Ambrose no sooner felt himself securely lodged in the beautiful body beneath him that he curbed his eagerness, and calling to his aid the wonderful power of self-control which he possessed in so extraordinary a degree, he passed his trembling hands behind the hips of the girl, and pulling apart his dress exposed his hairy belly, with which at each deep thrust he rubbed her soft motte.
But now the Priest commenced his course in earnest.
With strong and regular thrusts he buried himself in the tender form beneath him. He pressed hotly forward; Bella threw her white arms around his brawny neck. His balls beat upon her plump bottom, his tool was up her to the hairs, which, black and crisp, plentifully covered his big belly.
“She has it now, look, Verbouc, at your niece. See, how she relished the administrations of the church. Ah, what pressures! How she nips me in her tight, naked little cunt.”
“Oh, my dear, dear. Oh! good Father, fuck on, I am spending; push, push it in. Kill me with it, if you like, but keep moving. So! Oh! Heavens. Ah! Ah! How big it is; how you enter me!”
The lounge fairly worked again, and cracked beneath his rapid strokes.
“Oh, God!” cried Bella, “he’s killing me—it’s really too much—I die—I am spending,” and with a half shriek, the girl went off and flooded the thick member which was so deliciously fucking her a second time.
The immensely swollen dick grew hotter and harder. The knob swelled also, and the whole tremendous affair seemed ready to burst with luxury. The young Bella moaned incoherent words, in which the word ‘fuck’ was alone audible.