“Oh! I am nearly spending,” cried Mr Verbouc; “my weapon is bursting! What a trick! What a delicious sight.”
Both men rose—Bella was enveloped in their embraces two hard and large weapons pressed against her soft figure. They led her to the couch.
Ambrose fell upon his back; Bella mounted upon his body, took his stallion penis in her fair hand, and pushed it into her slit.
Mr Verbouc looked on.
Bella lowered herself down, until the huge weapon was wholly lodged. Then she lay down on the burly Father and commenced an undulating, delicious series of movements.
Mr Verbouc saw her beautiful bottom rising and falling—parting and closing with each successive thrust.
Ambrose was in to the hilt, that was evident, his big balls hung closely underneath, and the fat lips of her budding parts came down to them each time she let herself fall above him.
The sight proved too much for him. The virtuous uncle mounted the couch, directed his long and swollen penis to the posteriors of the fair Bella, and with little difficulty succeeded in housing its extreme length in her bowels.
His niece’s bottom was broad and soft as velvet, and the skin white as alabaster. Verbouc, however, did not care to stop for contemplation. His member was in, and he felt the tight compression of the muscle at the little entrance acting upon it like nothing else in the world. The two dicks rubbed together with only a thin membrane between.
Bella felt the maddening effect of this double ‘jouissance’. Terrific grew the excitement, until at length the very rapture of the struggle brought its own relief and floods of spunk inundated the fair Bella.
After this, Ambrose discharged twice in Bella’s mouth, where uncle also emitted his incestuous fluid, and this final closed the entertainment. The way in which Bella performed this operation was such as to call forth the warmest encouragement from her companions.
Seating herself upon the edge of a chair, she received them standing in front of her, so that their stiff weapons were nearly on a level with her coral lips. Then taking each velvet gland in turn entirely into her mouth, she employed her fair hands to rub, tickle, and excite the shaft and its appendages.
Thus the full nervous power of her playfellow was employed and with his bursting penis at full stretch, he enjoyed the luscious titillation, until Bella’s indelicate touches proved too much, and amid the sighs of ecstatic emotion, her mouth and gullet were suddenly flooded with a spouting stream of spunk.
The little glutton swallowed all; she would have done the same for a dozen, had she had the chance.
Chapter 8
Bella continued to afford me the most delicious of pastures. Her young limbs never missed the crimson draughts which I imbibed, or felt, to any grave inconvenience, the tiny punctures which I was forced most reluctantly to make to obtain my living. I determined, therefore, to remain with her although of late her conduct had become, to say the very least, somewhat questionable, and slightly irregular.
One thing I remarked for certain, and that was that she had lost all feelings of delicacy and maidenly reserve, and lived only for the delights of sensual gratification. I was soon satisfied that my young lady had lost nothing of the lesson she had received of her share in the conspiracy in course of preparation. How she played her part I now propose to relate.
It was not long before Bella found herself within the mansion of Mr Delmont, and, as luck would have it, or shall we say rather as that worthy man himself had expressly designed it, along with the amatory proprietor.
Mr Delmont saw his chance, and like a clever general instantly pressed on to the assault. He found his fair companion either wholly innocent of his intention, or else wonderfully willing to encourage his advances.
Already Mr Delmont had his arm around Bella’s waist, while apparently, quite by accident, her soft right hand pressed beneath his nervous palm, lay upon his manly thigh.
What Bella felt beneath showed plainly enough the violence of his emotion. A throb passed quickly through the hard object which lay concealed, and Bella was not without the sympathetic spasm that told of sensuous pleasure.
Gently the amorous Mr Delmont drew the girl towards him, and hugged her yielding form. He printed suddenly a hot kiss on her cheek, and whispered flattering words to absorb her attention from his proceedings. He essayed more, he gently moved Bella’s hand about the hard object, until the young lady perceived that his excitement was likely to become too rapid.
Throughout Bella had firmly adhered to her role; she was coy innocence itself.
Mr Delmont, encouraged by the non-resistance of his young friend, proceeded to other and still more decided steps. His wanton hand roved along the edge of Bella’s light dress, and pressed her yielding calf. Then, suddenly with a warm and simultaneous kiss on her red lips he quickly passed his trembling fingers underneath and touched her plump thigh.
Bella recoiled. At any other time she would have gladly flung herself upon her back, and bade him do his worst; but she remembered her lesson, and went on with her part to perfection.
“Oh! how rude you are,” cried the young lady, “what a naughty thing—I cannot let you do that. Uncle says nobody must be allowed to touch that—at any rate not without first—,” Bella hesitated, stopped, and looked silly.
Mr Delmont was curious as well as amatory.
“Without first what, Bella?”
“Oh, I must not tell you. I ought to have said nothing about it; only you, by doing such a rude thing, made me forget.”
“Forget what?”
“Something that my Uncle has often told me,” answered Bea simply.
“What is it? Tell me.”
“I dare not—besides, I do not understand what he means.”
“I will explain it, if you tell me what it was he said.”
“You promise not to tell?”
“Certainly.”
“Well, then, he says I must never let anyone put the hands there, and that whoever wants to do so, must pay well for it.”
“Does he really say that?”
“Yes, indeed he does; he says that I am able to bring him a good round sum in that way, and that there are plenty of rich gentlemen who would pay for that you want to do to me, and he says he is not stupid as to lose such a chance.”
“Really, Bella, your Uncle is a strict man of business. I did not think he was that kind of man.”
“Oh, yes, but he is,” cried Bella. “He is very fond of money, you know, in secret; and I know scarcely what he means, but he sometimes says he shall sell my maidenhead.”
‘Is it possible,’ thought Mr Delmont.
What a man he must be, what a wonderful eye to business he must have.’
In fact, the more Mr D. thought about it, the more convinced he became of the truth of Bella’s ingenious explanation. She was to be bought. He would buy her… better far that way than to run the risk of discovery and punishment by resorting to a secret liaison.
Before, however, he could do more than revolve these sage reflections in his own mind, an interruption occurred in the arrival of his own daughter Julia, and very reluctantly he had to release his companion and arrange himself with an eye to propriety.
Bella made a rapid excuse and went home, leaving the event to take its chance.
The route taken by my fair young lady lay through several meadows, and along a cart line which emerged into the great highway very near her Uncle’s residence.
The time was afternoon, and the day was unusually fine. The lane had several sudden turnings, and as Bella pursued her way, she amused herself watching the cattle in the neighbouring pastures.