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  This penis was at least double the size of her husband's—to doubt succeeded certainty. In the dim light she raised her head; above was visible, close to her's, the excited visage of the ferocious Clement.

  Instantly there were a struggle, a violent outcry, and a vain attempt to disengage herself from her strong assailant.

  But come what might, Clement was in full possession and enjoyment of her person. He never paused, but, on the contrary, deaf to her cries, he broke in to his utmost length, and strove, with feverish haste, to complete his horrid triumph. Blind with rage and lust he was insensible to the fact of the opening of the door, of the blows which now rained upon his hinder parts, until with set teeth and the subdued roar of a bull, the crisis seized him, and he poured a torrent of semen into the unwilling womb of his victim.

  Then he awoke to the position, and fearing the results of his detestable outrage, he rose in all haste, and withdraw-ing his foaming weapon, slipped from the bed upon the side opposite his assailant. Dodging as well as he could the cuts which Mr. Verbouc aimed at him and keeping the hood of his frock over his features to avoid detection, he rushed toward the window by which he had entered, then taking a headlong leap he made good his escape in the darkness, followed by the imprecations of the infuriated husband.

  We have already stated in a former chapter that Mrs.

  Verbouc was an invalid, that is, she fancied herself one, and to a person of weak nerves and retiring habits my reader may picture for himself what was likely to be her condition after undergoing so indelicate an outrage. The enormous proportions of the man, his strength, his fury almost killed her, and she lay without consciousness on the couch which had witnessed her violation.

  Mr. Verbouc was not naturally endowed with astonish-ing attributes of personal courage and when he beheld the assailant of his wife rise satisfied from the pursuit, allowed Clement to retreat in peace.

  Meanwhile Father Ambrose and Bella, following at a respectful distance from the outraged husband, witnessed from the half-opened door the denouement of the strange scene. . As soon as the ravisher rose, Bella and Ambrose both instantly recognised him; indeed, the former had had, as the reader knows already, good reason to remember the huge lolling member which dangled dripping between his legs.

  Mutually interested in maintaining silence, a look ex-changed between them was sufficient to indicate the neces-sity for reserve, and they withdrew before any movement on the part of the outraged woman betrayed their proximity.

  It was several days before poor Mrs. Verbouc was well enough to leave her bed. The shock to her nerves had been dreadful, and nothing but the kind and conciliatory manner of her husband enabled her to hold her up at all.

  Mr. Verbouc had his own reasons for letting the matter pass, and he allowed no considerations beyond expediency to weigh with him.

  On the day after the catastrophe I have recorded above, Mr. Verbouc received a visit from his dear friend and neighbour Mr. Delmont, and after being closeted with him for over an hour, the two parted with beaming smiles and the most extravagant compliments.

  The one had sold his niece, and the other believed he had purchased that precious jewel:A maidenhead.

  When Bella's uncle made the announcement that eve-ning that the bargain had been struck, and the affair duly arranged, there was great rejoicing among the conspirators.

  Father Ambrose immediately took possession of the maidenhead, and driving in to the girl the whole length of his member, proceeded, as he explained it, to keep the place warm, while Mr. Verbouc, reserving himself, as usual, until his " confrere " had done, afterwards attacked the same mossy fort, as he facetiously expressed it, just to oil the passage for his friend.

  Then the whole of the details were finally arranged, and the party broke up, confident in the success of their stratagem.

  CHAPTER X

  Ever since the meeting in the green lane with the rustic whose simplicity had so much interested her. Bella had dwelt upon the expressions he had used, and the extraordi-nary avowal of his parent's complicity in his sensuality. It was clear that his mind was simple almost to idiocy, and from his remark; " Father's not so clever as me, " she assumed that the complaint was congenital, and wondered if the father really possessed the same, or—as declared by the boy—even greater proportions in his organs of generation.

  I plainly saw, by her habit of thinking partly aloud, that Bella did not reckon upon her Uncle's opinion, or stand any longer in fear of Father Ambrose. She was doubtless resolved to follow her own course, whatever it might be, and I was not, therefore, at all astonished when I found her wending her way the following day at about the same hour in the direction of the meadows.

  In a field hard by the spot where she had beheld the sexual encounter between the horse and his mate, Bella discovered the lad engaged in some simple agricultural operation, and with him was another person, a tall and remarkably dark man, of about forty-five years of age.

  Almost as soon as she saw them, the lad observed the young lady, and running toward her, after apparently a word of explanation with his companion, he showed his delight by a broad grin.

  " That's Father, " said he, pointing over his shoulder, " come and frig him. "

  " For shame, you naughty boy, " said Bella, much more inclined to laugh than to be angry. " How dare you use such language? "

  " What did you come for? " asked the boy. " Did you come for fucking? "

  By this time they had reached the man, who stuck his spade into the ground, and began to grin at the girl in very much the same fashion as his son.

  He was strong and well built, and by his manner Bella could see the boy had told him the particulars of their first meeting.

  " Look at Father, ain't he a randy one? " remarked the youth. " Ah! You should see him fuck! "

  There was no attempt at disguise; the two evidently understood each other and grinned more than ever. He seemed to accept it as a huge compliment, but he cast his eyes upon the delicate young lady, the like of whom he had probably never met before, and it was impossible to mistake the look of sensuous longing which shone in his large black eyes.

  Bella began to wish she had never come.

  " I should like to show you Father's big doodle, " said the lad. and suiting the action to word, he commenced to unbutton the trousers of his respectable parent.

  Bella covered her eyes, and made a movement in retreat.

  Instantly the son stepped behind her. Her refuge in the lane was thus cut off.

  " I should like to fuck you, " exclaimed the Father, in a hoarse voice. " Tim would like to fuck you as well, so you must not go away yet. Stop and be fucked! "

  Bella was really frightened.

  " I cannot, " she said; " indeed you must let me go. You must not hold me like that:you must not drag me along; let me go. Where are you taking me? "

  There was a small building in the corner of the field, and they were now at the door. Another second and the pair had pushed her inside and shut the door, lowering a large wooden bar across it afterwards as they entered.

  Bella looked round and saw that the place was clean and half-filled with hay in trusses. She saw that resistance would be useless. It would be best to be quiet, and perhaps, after all, the strange pair would not hurt her. She noticed however, that the trousers of both stuck out in front, and doubted but that their ideas were in harmony with their excitement.

  " I want you to see Father's cock; my gum! you ought to see his cods, too. "

  Once more the lad began unbuttoning his father's breeches. Down went the flap and out stuck his shirt with something under it, which caused it to bunch up in a curious manner.

  " Oh, do hold still, Father, " whispered the son; " let the lady see your doodle. "

  With that he raised the shirt, and exposed in Bella's face a fiercely erected member with a broad plum-like nut, very red and thick, but not of very unusual length. It had a considerable bend upwards, and the head, which divided down the middle by the tigh
tness of the frenum, bent still further back towards his hairy belly. The shaft was im-mensely thick, rather flat and hugely swollen.

  The girl felt her blood tingle as she looked upon it. The nut was a large as an egg—plump, and quite purple. It emitted a strong smell. The lad made her approach, and pressed her white, lady-like little hand upon it.

  " Didn't I tell you it was bigger than mine, " continued the boy, " look here; mine is not nearly as thick as Father's. "

  Bella turned. The boy had his trousers open and his formidable penis in full view. He was right—it could not compare with his father's for size.

  The older of the two now caught her round the waist.

  Tim also essayed to cling to her, and to get his hand under her clothes. Between them she swayed to and fro. A sudden push cast her upon the hay. Then up went her skirts. Bella's dress was light and wide, she wore no drawers. No sooner did the two catch sight of her plump, white legs than they snorted again, and both threw them-selves on her together. A struggle now ensued. The Father, much heavier and stronger than the boy, got the advantage.

  His breeches were about his heels; his big, fat prick was out and wagged within three inches of her navel. Bella opened her legs, she longed for a taste of it. She put down her hand. It was hot as fire, and as hard as a bar of iron.

  Mistaking her intention, the man rudely withdrew her arm, and roughly helping himself, put the tip of his penis to the pink lips. Bella opened her young parts all in her power, and with several forcible lunges the peasant got about halfway in. Here his excitement overcame him, and a terher. He discharged violently, getting right up rifle stream of very thick fluid spouted into her as he did so until the big nut lay against her womb, and he sent a quantity of his semen into it.

  " Eh, you are killing me, " cried the girl, half smothered, " what is all that you are pouring into me? "

  " That's the spunk; that's what that is, " remarked Tim, as he bent down and watched the operation delightedly.

  " Didn't I tell you, he was a good 'un to fuck. "

  Bella thought the man would now get off, and allow her to rise, but she was mistaken; the large member which was now crammed into her only seemed to grow more rigidly stiff, and to stretch her worse than ever.

  Presently the peasant began to work himself up and down, pushing cruelly into Bella's young parts at each descent. His enjoyment appeared to be extreme. The dis-charge which had already taken place caused his truncheon to slip in and out without difficulty, and made the soft region foam with the rapid movement.

  Bella gradually became dreadfully excited. Her mouth opened, her legs went up and her hands were convulsively clenched on either side. She now favoured every effort and delighted to feel the fierce plunges with which the sensual fellow buried his reeking weapon in her young belly.

  For a quarter of an hour the conflict raged on both sides.

  Bella had discharged frequently, and was on the point of giving down a warm emission, when a furious spouting of semen rushed from the man's member and inundated the young lady's parts.

  The fellow then rose, and withdrawing his dripping prick, from which the last drops of his plentiful ejection were still exuding, he stood moodily contemplating the panting figure he had released.

  Still threatening stood his huge rammer in front of him, yet smoking from the warm sheath, Tim, with true filial care, proceeded to wipe it tenderly and return it, pendant and swollen with its late excitement, within his father's shirt and breeches.

  This done, the lad began to cast sheep's eyes on Bella, who still remained, slowly recovering herself upon the hay. Looking and feeling, Tim who met with no resistance, commenced to push his fingers about in the region of the young lady's private parts.

  The father now came forward, and taking his son's weapon in his grasp, began to frig it up and down. It was already stiffly erected, and presented a formidable mass of flesh and muscle in Bella's face.

  " Goodness me. I hope you are not going to put that into me, " murmured Bella.

  " I am, though, " answered the lad, with one of his silly grins. " Father frigs me, and I like it, and now I mean to fuck you. "

  The father guided this splitter towards the girl's thighs.

  Her slit, already swimming in the spendings which the peasant had thrown into it, quickly received the ruby nut.

  Tim gushed it in, and stooping over her, shoved in the long shaft, until his hairs rubbed Bella's white skin.

  " Oh, it's dreadfully long, " cried she; " you are shock-ingly big, you naughty boy. Don't be so violent. Oh, you kill me! How you push. Oh! you can't get in any further; pray be gentle; there, it's quite up me. I can feel it up to my waist. Oh, Tim, you horrid, bad boy! "

  " Give it to her, " muttered the father, who was feeling the lad's balls, and tickling all round between his legs all the time. " She'll take it. Tim. Ain't she a beauty? What a tight little cunt she's got, ain't she, boy? "

  " Ugh, don't talk, Father, I can't fuck. "

  For some minutes there was silence, save for the noise of the two heaving, struggling bodies in the hay. After a while the boy stopped. His prick, though hard as iron and stiff as wax, had not apparently spent a drop. Presently, Tim pulled it right out, all smacking and glistening with moistures.

  " I can't spend, " said he, mournfully.

  " It's the frigging, " explained the Father. " I frig him so often that he misses it now. "

  Bella lay panting and all exposed.

  The man now applied his hand to Tim's cock, and began vigorously rubbing it up and down.

  The girl expected every moment he would spend in her face.

  After a while passed in thus further exciting his son, the father suddenly applied the burning nut to Bella's slit, and as it passed up, a perfect deluge of sperm issued from it and flooded her interior. Tim set himself to work to writhe and struggle, and ended by biting her in the arm.

  When this discharge had quite terminated, and the last throb had passed through the boy's huge rammer, he slowly drew it out and let the girl rise.

  They had no intention, however, to let her go, for after undoing the door, the boy looked cautiously round, and then replacing the wooden bar, turned to Bella.

  " What fun, wasn't it, " he remarked. " I told you Father was good at it, didn't I? "

  " Yes, you did, indeed, but you must let me go now; do, there's a good boy. "

  A grin was the only response.

  Bella looked towards the man, and what was her terror to see him in a state of nudity, all save his shirt and boots, and with an erection that threatened another and even fiercer assault upon her charms.

  His member was literally livid with the tension and stuck up against his hairy belly. The head had swollen enormously with the previous irritation, and from its tip a glistening drop hung pendant.

  " You'll let me fuck you again, " enquired the man, as he caught the young lady by the waist and put her hand on his tool.

  " I'll try, " murmured Bella, and seeing there was no help for it, she suggested his sitting on the hay, while straddling across his knees, she tried to insert the mass of gristly flesh.

  After a few heaves and pushes it went in, and a second course, no less violent than the first commenced. A full quarter of an hour elapsed. It was now apparently the elder who could not be brought to the point of emission.

  " How tiresome they are, " thought Bella.

  " Frig it, my dear, " said the man, withdrawing from her body his member, even harder than before.

  Bella clasped it with both her small hands and worked it up and down. After a little of this excitement she stopped, and perceiving a small spurt of semen exude from the urethra, she quickly placed herself upon the huge pummel, and had hardly housed it before a flood of spunk rushed into her.

  Bella rose and fell, thus pumping him, till all was finished, after which they let her go.

  At length the day arrived, the eventful morning broke, when the beautiful Julia Delmont was to lose that coveted tr
easure which is so eagerly sought after on the one hand, and often so thoughtlessly thrown away upon the other.

  It was still early, when Bella heard her foot upon the stairs, and the two friends were no sooner united than a thousand pleasant subjects of prattle found their way into their talk, until Julia began to see that there was something which Bella was keeping back. In fact, her rapidity was simply a mask for the concealment of some piece of news which she was somewhat reluctant to break to her companion.

  " I know you have something to tell me, Bella, there is something I have not heard yet which you have to tell me; what is it, darling. "

  " Can't you guess, " she said, with a wicked smile playing round the dimpling comers of her rosy lips.

  " Is it anything about Father Ambrose? " asked Julia.