She was his at last, and as he rose from her quivering body, his lips yet reeking with the plentiful evidence of her participation in his pleasures, his member became yet more fearfully hard and swollen, and the dull red head shone with the bursting strain of blood and muscle beneath.
No sooner did the young Bella find herself released from the attack of her confessor upon the sensitive part of her person already described, and raised her head from the recumbent position into which it had fallen, than her eyes fell for the second time upon the big truncheon which the Father kept impudently exposed.
Bella noted the long and thick white shaft, and the curling mass of black hair out of which it rose, stiffly inclined upwards, and protruding from its end was the egg-shaped head, skinned and ruddy, and seeming to invite the contact of her hand.
Bella beheld this thickened muscular mass of stiffened flesh, and unable to resist the inclination, flew once more to seize it in her grasp.
She squeezed it—she pressed it—she drew back the folding skin, and watched the broad nut, as it inclined towards her. She saw with wonder the small slit-like hole at its extremity and taking both her hands, she held it throbbing close to her face.
“Oh! Father, what a beautiful thing,” exclaimed Bella, “what an immense one, too. Oh! Please, dear Father Ambrose, do tell me what I must do to relieve you of those feelings which you say give our holy ministers of religion so much pain and uneasiness.”
Father Ambrose was almost too excited to reply, but taking her hand in his, he showed the innocent girl how to move her white fingers up and down upon the shoulders of his huge affair.
His pleasure was intense, and that of Bella was hardly less.
She continued to rub his limb with her soft palms and, looking up innocently to his face, asked softly—
‘If that gave him pleasure, and was nice, and whether she might go on, as she was doing.’
Meanwhile the reverend Father felt his big penis grow harder and even stiffer under the exciting titillations of the young girl.
“Stay a moment; if you continue to rub it so I shall spend,” softly said he. “It will be better to defer it a little.”
“Spend, my Father,” asked Bella, eagerly, “what is that?”
“Oh, sweet girl, charming alike in your beauty and your innocence; how divinely you fulfil your divine mission,” exclaimed Ambrose, delighted to outrage and debase the evident inexperience of his young penitent.
“To spend is to complete the act whereby the full pleasure of venery is enjoyed, and then a rich quantity of thick white fluid escapes from the thing you now hold in your hand, and rushing forth, gives equal pleasure to him who ejects it and to the person who, in some manner or other, receives it.”
Bella remembered Charlie and his ecstasy, and knew immediately what was meant.
“Would this outpouring give you relief, my Father?”
“Undoubtedly, my daughter, it is that fervent relief I have in view, offering you the opportunity of taking from me the blissful sacrifice of one of the humblest servants of the church.”
“How delicious,” murmured Bella; “by my means this rich stream is to flow, and all for me the holy man proposes this end of his pleasure—how happy I am to be able to give him so much pleasure.”
As she half pondered, half uttered these thoughts she bent head down; a faint, but exquisitely sensual perfume rose from the object of her adoration. She pressed her moist lips upon its top, she covered the little slit-like hole with her lovely mouth, and imprinted upon the glowing member a fervent kiss.
“What is this fluid called?” asked Be11a, once more raising her pretty face.
“It has various names,” replied the holy man, “according to the status of the person employing them; but between you and me, my daughter, we shall call it spunk.”
“Spunk!” repeated Bella, innocently, making the erotic word fall from her sweet lips with an unction which was natural under the circumstances.
“Yes, my daughter, spunk is the word I wish you to understand it by, and you shall presently have a plentiful bedewal of the precious essence.”
“How must I receive it?” enquired Bella, thinking of Charlie, and the tremendous difference relatively between his instrument and the gigantic and swollen penis in her presence now.
“There are, various ways, all of which you will have to learn, but at present we have only slight accommodation for the principal act of reverential venery, of that permitted copulation of which I have already spoken. We must, therefore, supply another and easier method, and instead of my discharging the essence called spunk into your body, where the extreme tightness of that little slit of yours would doubtless cause it to flow very abundantly, we will commence by the friction of your obedient fingers, until the time when I feel the approach of those spasms which accompany the emission. You shall then, at a signal from me, place as much as you can of the head of this affair between your lips, and there suffer me to disgorge the trickling spunk, until the last drop being expended I shall retire satisfied, at least for the time.”
Bella whose jealous instincts led her to enjoy the description which her confessor offered, and who was quite as eager as himself for the completion of this outrageous programme, readily expressed her willingness to comply.
Ambrose once more placed his large penis in Bella’s fair hands.
Excited alike by the sight and touch of so remarkable an object, which both her hands now grasped with delight, the girl set herself to work to tickle, rub and press the huge and stiff affair in a way which gave the licentious priest the keenest enjoyment.
Not content with the friction of her delicate fingers, Bella, uttering words of devotion and satisfaction, now place the foaming head upon her rosy lips and allowing it to slip in as far as it could, hoping by her touches, no less than by the gliding movements of her tongue, to provoke the delicious ejaculation of which she was in want.
This was almost beyond the anticipation of the holy priest, who had hardly supposed he should find so ready a disciple in the irregular attack he proposed; and his feelings being roused to the utmost by the delicious titillation he was now experiencing, prepared himself to flood the young girl’s mouth and throat with the full stream of his powerful discharge.
Ambrose began to feel he could not last longer without letting fly his roe, and thereby ending his pleasure.
He was one of those extraordinary men, the abundance of whose seminal ejaculation is far beyond that of ordinary beings. Not only had he the singular gift of repeatedly performing the venal act with but very short respite, but the quantity with which he ended his pleasure was as tremendous as it was unusual. The superfluity seemed to come from him in proportion as his animal passions were aroused, and as his libidinous desires were intense and large, so also were the outpourings which relieved them.
It was under these circumstances that the gentle Bella undertook to release the pent-up torrents of this man’s lust. It was her sweet mouth which was to be the recipient of those thick slippery volumes of which she had had as yet not experience, and, all ignorant as she was of he effect of the relief she was so anxious to administer, the beautiful maid desired the consummation of her labour and the overflow of that spunk of which the good Father had told her.
Harder and hotter grew the rampant member as Bella’s exciting lips pressed its large head and her tongue played around the little opening. Her two white hands bore back the soft skin from its shoulders and alternately tickled the lower extremity.
Twice Ambrose, unable to bear without spending the delicious contact, drew back the tip from her rosy lips.