Erotic Classics I

by Various Authors

  “Ah, by heaven! it is too much,” exclaimed Ambrose, whose lust, already rekindling, now rose violently into activity at this solicitation. “Sweet girl, you don’t know what you ask; the disproportion is terrible, and you would suffer much in the attempt.”

  “I would suffer all,” replied Bella, “so that I could feel that fierce thing in my belly, and taste the gushes of its spunk up in me to the quick.”

  “Holy Mother of God! It is too much—you shall have it, Bella, you shall know the full measure of this stiffened machine, and, sweet girl, you shall wallow in an ocean of warm spunk.”

  “Oh, my Father, what heavenly bliss!”

  “Strip, Bella, remove everything that can interfere with our movements, which I promise you will be violent enough.”

  Thus ordered, Bella was soon divested of her clothing, and finding her Confessor appeared charmed at the display of her beauty, and that his member swelled and lengthened in proportion as she exhibited her nudity, she parted with the last vestige of drapery, and stood as naked as she was born.

  Father Ambrose was astonished at the charms which now faced him. The full hips, the budding breasts, the skin as white as snow and soft as satin, the rounded buttocks and swelling thighs, the flat white belly and lovely mount covered only with the thinnest down; and above all the charming pinky slit which now showed itself at the bottom of the mount, now hid timorously away between the plump thighs and with a snort of rampant lust he fell upon his victim.

  Ambrose clasped her in his arms. He pressed her soft and glowing form to his burly front. He covered her with his salacious kisses, and giving his lewd tongue full licence, promised the young girl all the joys of Paradise by the introduction of his big machine within her slit and belly.

  Bella met him with a little cry of ecstasy, and as the excited ravisher bore her backwards to the couch, already felt the broad and glowing head of gigantic penis pressing against the warm moist lips of her almost virgin orifice.

  And now, the holy man finding delight in the contact of his penis with the warm lips of Bella’s slit, began pushing it in between with all his energy until the big nut was covered with the moisture which the sensitive little sheath exuded.

  Bella’s passions were at fever height. The efforts of Father Ambrose to lodge the head of his member within the moist lips of her little slit, so far from deterring her, spurred her to madness until, with another faint cry, she fell prone and gushed down the slippery tribute of her lascivious temperament.

  This was exactly what the bold priest wanted, and as the sweet warm emission bedewed his fiercely distended penis, he drove resolutely in, and at one bound sheathed half its ponderous length in the beautiful child.

  No sooner did Bella feel the stiff entry of the terrible member within her tender body, than she lost all the little control of herself she had, and setting aside all thought of the pain she was enduring, she wound her legs about his loins, and entreated her huge assailant not to spare her.

  “My sweet and delicious child,” whispered the salacious priest, “my arms are round you, my weapon is already half way up your tight little belly. The joys of Paradise will be yours presently.”

  “Oh, I know it; I feel it, do not draw back, give me the delicious thing as far as you can.”

  “There, then, I push, I press, but I am far too largely made to enter you easily. I shall burst you, possibly; but it is now too late. I must have you—or die.”

  Bella’s parts relaxed a little, and Ambrose pushed in another inch. His throbbing member lay skinned and soaking, pushed half way into the little girl’s belly. His pleasure was most intense, and the head of his instrument was compressed deliciously by Bella’s slit.

  “Go on, dear Father, I am waiting for the spunk you promised me.”

  It little needed this stimulant to induce the confessor to an exercise of his tremendous powers of copulation. He pushed frantically forward; he plunged his hot penis still further and further at each effort, and then with one huge stroke buried himself to the balls in Bella’s light little person.

  It was then that the furious plunge of the brutal priest became more than his sweet victim, sustained as she had been by her own advanced desires, could endure.

  With a faint shriek of physical anguish, Bella felt that her ravisher had burst through all the resistance which her youth had opposed to the entry of his member, and the torture of the forcible insertion of such a mass bore down the prurient sensations with which she had commenced to support the attack.

  Ambrose cried aloud in rapture, he looked down upon the fair thing his serpent had stung. He gloated over the victim now impaled with the full rigour of his huge rammer.

  He felt the maddening contact with inexpressible delight.

  He saw her quivering with the anguish of his forcible entry. His brutal nature was fully aroused. Come what might he would enjoy to his utmost, so he wound his arms about the beautiful girl and treated her to the full measure of his burly member.

  “My beauty! You are indeed exciting, you must also enjoy. I will give you the spunk I spoke of, but I must first work up my nature by this luscious titillation. Kiss me, Bella, then you shall have it, and while the hot spunk leaves me and enters your young parts, you shall be sensible of the throbbing joys I also am experiencing. Press, Bella, let me push, so, my child, now it enters again. Oh! oh!”

  Ambrose raised himself a moment, and noted the immense shaft round which the pretty slit of Bella was now intensely stretched.

  Firmly embedded in his luscious sheath, and keenly relishing the exceeding tightness of the warm folds of youthful flesh which now encased him, he pushed on, unmindful of the pain his tormenting member was producing, and only anxious to secure as much enjoyment to himself as he could. He was not a man to be deterred by any false notions of pity in such a case, and now pressed himself inwards to his utmost, while his hot lips sucked delicious kisses from the open and quivering lips of the poor Bella.

  For some minutes nothing now was heard but the jerking blows with which the lascivious priest continued his enjoyment, and the cluck, cluck of his huge penis, as it alternately entered and retreated in the belly of the beautiful penitent.

  It was not to be supposed that such a man as Ambrose was ignorant of the tremendous powers of enjoyment his member could rouse within one of the opposite sex, and that with its size and disgorging capabilities of such a nature as to enlist the most powerful emotions in the young girl in whom he was operating.

  But Nature was asserting herself in the person of the young Bella. The agony of the stretching was fast being swallowed up in the intense sensations of pleasure produced by the vigorous weapon of the holy man, and it was not long before the low moans and sobs of the pretty child became mingled with expressions, half choked in the depth of her feelings, expressive of delight.

  “Oh, my Father! Oh, my dear, generous Father! Now, now push. Oh! push. I can bear—I wish for it. I am in heaven! The blessed instrument is so hot in its head. Oh! my heart. Oh! my—oh! Holy Mother, what is this I feel?”

  Ambrose saw the effect he was producing. His own pleasure advanced apace. He drove steadily in and out, treating Bella to the long hard shaft of his member up to the crisp hair which covered his big balls, at each forward thrust.

  At length Bella broke down, and treated the electrified and ravished man with a warm emission which ran all over his stiff affair.

  It is impossible to describe the lustful frenzy which now took possession of the young and charming Bella. She clung with desperate tenacity to the burly figure of the priest, who bestowed upon the heaving and voluptuous body the full force and vigour of his manly thrust. She held him in her tight and slippery sheath to his balls.

  But in her ecstasy Bella never lost sight of the promised perfection of the enjoyment. The holy man was to spend his spunk in her as Charlie had done, and the thought added fuel to her lus
tful fire.

  When, therefore, Father Ambrose, throwing his arms close round her taper waist, drove up his stallion penis to the very hairs in Bella’s slit, and sobbing, whispered that the “spunk” was coming at last, the excited girl straight-way opening her legs to the utmost, with positive shrieks of pleasure let him send his pent-up fluid in showers into her very vitals.

  Thus he lay for full two minutes, while at each hot and forcible injection of the slippery semen, Bella gave plentiful evidence by her writhing and cries of ecstasy the powerful discharge was producing.

  Chapter III

  I do not think I ever felt my unfortunate infirmity in the matter of a natural inability to blush more acutely than on the present occasion. But even a flea might have blushed at the wanton sight which thrust itself upon his vision on the occasion I have herein recorded. So young, so apparently innocent a girl, and yet so lewd, so lascivious in her inclinations and desires. A person of infinite freshness and beauty—a mind of flaming sensuality fanned by the accidental course of events into an active volcano of lust.

  Well might I have exclaimed with the poet of old: “O Moses!” or with the more practical descendant of the Patriarch: “Holy Moses!”

  It is needless to speak of the change which Bella’s whole being underwent after such experiences as these I have related. They were manifest and apparent in her carriage and demeanour.

  What became of her youthful lover I never knew nor cared to inquire, but I am led to believe that holy Father Ambrose was not insensible to those irregular tastes which are so largely ascribed to his order, and that the youth was led by easy stages to lend “himself, “no less than his young mistress to the gratification of the insensate desires of the priest.

  But to return to my own observations so far as they extended to the fair Bella.

  Although a Flea cannot blush, we can observe and I have taken upon me to commit to pen and ink all those amatory passages in my experiences which I think may interest the seeker after truth. We can write, at least this Flea can, or else these pages would not now be before the reader, and that is enough.

  It was several days before Bella found an opportunity of again visiting her clerical admirer, but at length the chance come, and, as might be expected, she quickly availed herself of it.

  She had found means to apprise Ambrose of her intention of visiting him, and that astute individual was accordingly ready to receive his pretty guest as before.

  Bella no sooner found herself alone with her seducer than she threw herself into his arms, and pressing his huge carcass to her little form, lavished upon him the most tender caresses.

  Ambrose was not slow in returning to the full the warmth of her embrace, and thus it happened that the pair found themselves hotly engaged in the exchange of burning kisses, and reclining face to face upon the well-cushioned seat before alluded to.

  But Bella was not likely now to be contented with kisses only, she desired more solid fare, which she knew from experience the Father could give her.

  Ambrose, on his part, was no less excited. His blood flowed quickly, his dark eye flamed with unconcealed lust, and his protuberant dress displayed only too plainly the disorder of his senses.

  Bella perceived his condition; neither his inflamed looks, nor the evident erection, which he took no trouble to conceal, escaped her—she sought to add to his desires, if possible, not to diminish them.

  Soon, however, Ambrose showed her that he required no further incentive, for he deliberately produced his fiercely distended weapon in a state the bare sight of which drove Bella frantic with desire. At any other time Ambrose would have been more prudent of his pleasures than thus early to have proceeded to work with his delicious little conquest. On this occasion, however, his senses ran riot with him; and he was unable to check the overwhelming desire to revel at once and as soon as possible in the juvenile charms thus offered him.

  He was already upon her body. His great bulk covered her figure most powerfully and completely. His distended member bore hardly against Bella’s stomach, and her clothes were already raised to her waist.

  With a trembling hand Ambrose seized the centre chink of his wishes—eagerly he brought the hot and crimson tip towards its moist and opening lips. He pushed, he strove to penetrate—he succeeds; the immense machine slowly but surely enters—already the head and shoulders have disappeared.

  A few steady, deliberate thrusts complete the conjunction, and Bella has received the whole length of Ambrose’s huge excited member in her body.

  The ravisher lay panting upon her bosom in complete possession of her inmost charms.

  Bella, into whose little belly the vigorous mass was thus crammed, felt most powerfully the effects of the throbbing and hot intruder.

  Meanwhile Ambrose began to thrust up and down. Bella threw her white arms around his neck, and twined her pretty silk clad legs all wantonly above his loins.

  “How delicious, “murmured Bella, kissing rapturously his thick lips, “Push me—push up me harder. Oh, how it forces me open—how large it is! How hot—how—oh my—oh! “

  And down came a shower from Bella’s storehouse, in response to the strong thrusts received, while her head fell back and her mouth opened in the spasms of coition.

  The priest restrained himself, he paused an instant, the throbbing of his long member sufficiently announced his condition; he wished to prolong his pleasure to the utmost.

  Bella squeezed the terrible shaft in her innermost person, and felt it grow harder and even stiffer while its purple head pressed up to her young womb.

  Almost immediately afterwards her unwieldy lover, unable to prolong his pleasure, succumbed to the intensest of keen and all-pervading sensation of glutinous fluid.

  “Oh, it is coming from you, “cried the excited girl. “I feel it in gushes. Oh! give it me—more—more—pour it into me—push harder; do not spare me! Oh, another gush! Push—tear me if you like—but let me have all your spunk.”

  (I have before spoken of the quantity Father Ambrose possessed the power of discharging, and he now surpassed himself. He had been bottled up for nearly a week, and Bella now received such a tremendous stream of his nature that his discharge more resembled the action of a syringe than the outpouring from the genitals of man.)

  At last Ambrose dismounted, and Bella on standing once more upon her feet, felt a clinging slippery stream trickling slowly down her plump thighs.

  Hardly had the Father withdrawn than the door leading into the church opened, and, behold, two other priests presented themselves within its portal. Concealment was of course impossible.

  “Ambrose,” exclaimed the elder of the two, a man apparently between thirty and forty years old, “this is against our rules and privileges, which enact that all such game shall be in common.”

  “Take it then,” growled the person addressed. “It is not too late—I was going to tell you of what I had got, only—”

  “Only the delicious temptation of this young moss rose was too much for you, my friend!” exclaimed the other, seizing, as he spoke, upon the astonished Bella, and forcing his large hand up her clothes to her soft thighs.

  “I saw it all through the keyhole, “whispered the brute in her ear. “You need not be frightened, we shall only treat you the same, my dear.”

  Bella remembered the conditions of her admittance to the solace of the church, and supposed this was only a part of her new duties. She therefore rested unresistingly in the arms of the two new comers.

  Meanwhile his companion had passed his strong arm around Bella’s waist, and covered her delicate cheek with kisses.

  Ambrose looked stupid and confounded.

  The young lady thus found herself between two fires, to say nothing of the smouldering passion of her original possessor. In vain she looked from one to the other for some respite, some means of extrication from her predicament.
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br />   For, be it known, that although she fully resigned herself to the position into which the cunning of Father Ambrose had consigned her, a bodily feeling of weakness and fear of the new assailants nearly overcame her.

  Bella read nothing but lust and raging desire in the looks of the newcomers, while the non-resistance of Ambrose disarmed all thought of defence on her own part.

  The two men had now got her between them, and while the first speaker had pushed his hand as far as her rosy slit, the other lost no time in possessing himself of the well-rounded cheeks of her plump buttocks.

  Between them Bella was powerless to resist.

  “Stay a moment, “at length suggested Ambrose, “if you are in earnest to enjoy her, at least undress without tearing her clothes to pieces, as you both seemed inclined to do.”

  “Strip, Bella, “continued he, “we must all share you, it seems; so prepare to become the willing instrument of our united pleasures.”

  “Our convent contains others no less exigent than myself, and your office will be no sinecure, so you had better remember always the privileges you are called upon to fulfill, and be ready to relieve these holy men of the fiery desires which you yet know how to assuage.”

  Thus directed there was no alternative.

  Bella stood naked before the three vigorous priests.

  Murmurs of delight burst from all when Bella stood timidly forth in her beauty.

  No sooner did the spokesman of the newcomers, who was evidently the superior of the three, perceive the beautiful nudity now presented to his passionate glances, without any hesitation, he opened his dress, and giving liberty to a large and long member, caught the beautiful girl in his arms, bore her back to the couch, and then, spreading open her pretty thighs, he planted himself between, and hastily bringing the head of his raging champion to the soft orifice, thrust forward, and at one bound buried himself to his balls.