The Autobiography of a Flea (12 page)

Ambrose nodded his encouragement. Bella unbuttoned his nether garment, and taking his stiff prick in her hand, squeezed it softly.
Mr. Delmont understood the position, and the next mo-ment was upon his child. Bella guided the incestuous member to the soft red lips; a few pushes and the half-maddened father was fully entered in the belly of his pretty child.
The struggle that followed was intensified by the circum-stances of his horrible connection. After a fierce and rapid course, Mr. Delmont discharged and his daughter received in the utmost recesses of her young womb the guilty spendings of her unnatural parent.
Father Ambrose, whose sensual character thoroughly predominated, owned one other weakness, and that was preaching; he would preach by the hour together, not so much on religions subjects as on others much more mundane, and certainly not usually sanctioned by Holy Mother Church.
On this occasion he delivered discourse which I found it impossible to follow, and went to sleep in Bella's armpit until he had done.
How far in the future this consummation would have been, I know not, but the gentle Bella, having obtained a hold of his great lolling affair in her little white hand, so pressed and tickled it that the good man was feign to pause by reason of the sensation she produced.
Mr. Verbouc also, who, it will be remembered coveted nothing so much as a buttered bun, knew only too well how splendidly buttered were the delicious little parts of the newly-converted Julia. The presence of the father also—worse than helpless to prevent the utmost enjoyment of his child by these two libidinous men, served to whet his appetite while Bella, who felt the slime oozing from her warm slit, who also conscious of certain, longings which her previous encounters had not appeased.
Verbouc commenced again to visit with his lascivious touches the sweet and childish charms of Julia, impudently moulding her round buttocks and slipping his fingers be-tween their rounded hillocks.
Father Ambrose, not less active, had got his arm round Bella's waist, and putting her half-nude form close to him, he sucked licentious kisses from her pretty lips.
As the two men continued these toyings, their desires proportionately advanced until their weapons, red and in-flamed by previous enjoyments, stood firmly in the air, and stiffly menaced the young creatures in their power.
Ambrose, whose lust never wanted much incentive, quickly possessed himself of Bella, who, nothing loth, let him press her down upon the sofa which had witnessed already two encounters, and still further exciting his skinned and flaming pego, the daring girl let it enter between her white thighs, and favouring the disproportionate attack as much as she could, she received its whole terrible build in her moistened slit.
This sight so worked upon the feelings of Mr. Delmont, that he evidently needed small encouragement to attempt a second " coup " when the Priest had done.
Mr. Verbouc, who had for some time been throwing lascivious glances towards Mr. Delmont's young daughter, now found himself once more in condition to enjoy. He reflected that the repeated violation she had already experi-enced at the hands of her father and the Priest had fitted her for the part he loved to play, and he knew, both by touch and sight, that her parts were sufficiently oiled by the violent discharges she had received to gratify his dearest whim.
Verbouc gave a glance towards the Priest, who was now engaged in the delicious enjoyment of his niece, and then closing upon the beautiful Julia, he in his turn, succeeded in reversing her upon a couch and with considerable effort thrust his stout member to the balls in her delicate body.
This new and intensified enjoyment brought Verbouc to the verge of madness; he pressed himself into the tight and glovelike slit of the young girl, and throbbed all over with delight.
" Oh, she is heaven itself! " he murmured, pressing in his big member to the balls, which were gathered up tightly below. " Good Lord, what tightness—what slippery pleasure—ugh! " and another determined thrust made poor Julia groan again.
Meanwhile Father Ambrose, with eyes half shut, lips parted, and nostrils dilated, was battering the beautiful parts of the young Bella, whose sensual gratification became evident in her sobs of pleasure.
" Oh! my goodness! You are—you are too big—enormous! Your great thing. Oh! it's up to my waist. Oh, oh! it's too much; not so hard—dear Father—how you push! —you will kill me. Ah! gently—go slower—I feel your great balls at my bottom. "
" Stop a moment, " cried Ambrose, whose pleasure had become insupportable, and whose spunk was nearly pro-voked to rush out of him. " Let us pause, Shall I change with you, my friend? The idea is lovely. "
" No, oh, no! I cannot move, I can only go on—this dear child is perfect enjoyment. "
" Be still, Bella, dear child, or you will make me spend.
Don't squeeze my weapon so rapturously. "
" I cannot help it—you kill me with pleasure. Oh! go on, but gently. Oh, not so hard! Don't push so fiercely.
Heavens! he's going to spend. His eyes close, his lips open. My God! you kill me—you slit me up with that big thing. Ah! oh! come then! spend, dear—Father—Ambrose.
Give me the burning spunk. Oh! push now—harder—harder— kill me, if you like. "
Bella threw her white arms round his brawny neck, opened wide her soft and beautiful thighs, and took in his huge instrument, until his hairy belly rubbed on her downy mount.
Ambrose felt himself about to go off in rapturous emis-sion right into the body of the girl under him.
Push—push now! " cried Bella, regardless of all modesty, and giving down her own discharge in spasms of pleasure.
" Push—push—drive it up me. Oh, yes, like that. Ah, God, what a size! What a length—you slit me, brute that you are.
Oh, oh! oh! You are off—I feel it. Oh, God—what spunk! Oh, what gushes! "
Ambrose discharged furiously, like the stallion that he was, thrusting with all his might into the warm belly below.
He then reluctantly withdrew, and Bella, released from his clutches, turned to regard the other pair. Her uncle was administering a shower of short thrusts at her little friend, and it was evident a climax must soon be put to his enjoyment.
Meanwhile Julia, whose recent violation and subsequent hard treatment by the brutal Ambrose had sadly hurt and enfeebled, had not the slightest pleasure, but lay a unresist-ing and inert mass in the arms of her ravisher.
When therefore, after a few more pushes, Verbouc fell forward in a voluptuous discharge, she was only aware that something warm and wet was being rapidly injected into her, without experiencing any other sensations than languor and fatigue.
Another pause followed this third outrage, during which Mr. Delmont subsided into a comer and appeared to be dozing. A thousand pleasantries now took place. Ambrose, while reclining upon the couch, made Bella stride over him, and applying his lips to her reeking slit, luxuriated in kisses and touches the most lascivious and depraved.
Mr. Verbouc, not to be behindhand with his companion, played off several equally libidinous inventions upon the innocent Julia.
The two then laid flat upon a couch, and felt all her beauties over, lingering with admiration upon her yet un-fledged " motte, " and the red lips of her young cunt.
After a time the desires of both were seconded by the outward and visible signs of two standing members, eager again for a taste of pleasures so ecstatic and select.
A new programme was now, however, to be inaugurated.
Ambrose was the first to propose it. " We have had enough of their cunts, " said he, coarsely, turning to Verbouc, who had passed over to Bella, and was playing with her nipples.
" Let us try what their bottoms are made of. This lovely little creature would be a treat for the Pope himself, and ought to have buttocks of velvet and a " derriere " fit for an Emperor to spend into. "
The idea was instantly seized upon, and the victims secured. It was abominable, it was monstrous, it was apparently impossible, when viewed in all its disproportion-ate character. The enormous member of the Priest was presented to the small aperture of Julia's posterior—that of Verbouc threatened his niece in the same direction. A quarter of an hour was consumed in the preliminaries and after a frightful scene of lust and lechery, the two girls received in their bowels the burning jets of these impious discharges.
At length a calm succeeded to the violent emotions which had overwhelmed the actors in this monstrous scene.
Attention was at length directed to Mr. Delmont.
That worthy, as I have before remarked, was quietly ensconced in a corner, apparently overcome with sleep, or wine, or possibly both.
" How quiet he is, " observed Verbouc.
" An evil conscience is a sad companion, " remarked Father Ambrose, whose attentions were directed to the ablution of his lolling instrument.
" Come, my friend—it is your turn now, here is a treat for you, " continued Verbouc, exhibiting to the edification of all the most secret parts of the almost insensible Julia; " come and enjoy this. —Why, what is the matter with the man? Good heavens, why,—how—what is this? "
Verbouc recoiled a step.
Father Ambrose leant over the form of the wretched Delmont—he felt his heart. " He is dead, " he said, quietly—and so it was.

Sudden death is so common an event, especially among persons whose previous history has led to the supposition of the existence of some organic deterioration, that sur-prise easily gives place to ordinary expressions of con-dolence, and this again to a state of resignation at a result by no means to be wondered at. The transition may be thus expressed:
" Who would have thought it? "
" Is it possible? "
" I always had my suspicions. "
" Poor fellow! "
" Nobody ought to be surprised! "
This interesting formula was duly gone through when poor Mr. Delmont paid the debt of nature, as the phrase goes.
A fortnight after that unfortunate gentleman had de-parted this life, his friends were all convinced they had long ago detected symptoms which must sooner or later prove fatal; they rather prided themselves on their sagacity, reverently admitting the inscrutability of Providence.
As for me, I went about much as usual, except that for a change I fancied Julia's legs had a more piquant flavour than Bella's and I accordingly bled them regularly for my repast matutinal and nocturnal.
What could be more natural than that Julia should pass much of her time with her dear friend Bella, and what more likely than that the sensual Father Ambrose and his patron, the lecherous relative of my dear Bella, should seek to improve the occasion and repeat their experiences upon the young and docile girl!
That they did so, I knew full well, for my nights were most uneasy and uncomfortable, always liable to interrup-tion from the incursions of long hairy tools among the pleasant groves, wherein I had temporarily located myself, and frequently nearly drowning me in a thick and fright-fully glutinous torrent of animal semen.
In short, the young and impressionable Julia was easily and completely broken up, and Ambrose and his friend revelled to their heart's content in her complete possession.
They had gained their ends, what mattered the sacrifice to them?
Meanwhile other and very different ideas were occupy-ing the mind of Bella, whom I had abandoned, and feeling, at length, a degree of nausea from the too frequent indul-gence in my new diet, I resolved to vacate the stockings of the pretty Julia and return— " Revenir a mon mouton, " as I might say—to the sweet and succulent pastures of the prurient Bella.
I did so, and " void le resultat! "
One evening Bella retired to rest rather later than usual.
Father Ambrose was absent upon a mission to a distant parish, and her dear and indulgent uncle was laid up with a sharp attack of gout, to which he had lately become more subject.
The girl had already managed her hair for the night. She had also denuded herself of her upper garments and was in the act of putting her " chemise de nuit " over her head, in the process of which she inadvertently allowed her petti-coats to fall and display before her glass the beautiful proportions and exquisitely soft and transparent skin.
So much beauty might have fired Anchorite, but alas! There was no such ascetic there present to be inflamed. As for me, she only nearly broke my longest feeler and twisted my right jumper, as she whirled the warm garment in the hair above her head.
One present there was, however, whom Bella had not counted upon, but upon whom, it is needless to say, nothing was lost.
And now I must explain that ever since the crafty Father Clement had been denied Bella's charms, he had sworn a very unclerical and beastly oath to renew the attempt to surprise and capture the pretty fortress he had once already stormed and ravished. The remembrance of his happiness brought tears into his sensual little eyes, and a certain distension sympathetically imparted itself to his enormous member.
Clement in fact had sworn a fearful oath to fuck Bella in a natural state in her own unvarnished words, and I, Flea though I be, heard and understood their import.
The night was dark; the rain fell—Ambrose was absent.
Verbouc was ill and helpless—Bella would be alone—all this was perfectly well-known to Clement, and accordingly he made the attempt. Improved by his recent experience in his geography of the neighbourhood, he went straight to the window of Bella's chamber, and finding it, as he expected, unfastened and open, he coolly entered and crept beneath the bed. From this position Clement beheld with throbbing veins the toilette of the beautiful Bella until the moment when she commenced to throw off her chemise, as I have already explained. In so doing Clement saw the nudity of the girl in full view, and snorted internally like a bull. From his recumbent position he had no difficulty in viewing the whole of her body from the waist down, and as she faced from him, his eyes glistened as he saw the lovely twin globes of her bottom opening and shutting as the graceful girl twisted her lithe figure in the act of passing the chemise over her head.
Clement could restrain himself no longer, his desires rose to boiling point, and softly, but swiftly, gliding from his concealment, he arose behind her; and without an instant's loss of time he clasped her asked body in his arms, placing as he did so, one of his fat hands over her rosy mouth.
Bella's first instinct was to scream, but that feminine resource was denied her. Her next was to faint, and this she probably would have done out for one circumstance.
This was the fact, that as the audacious intruder held her close to him, a certain something, hard, long and warm, very sensibly pressed inwards between her smooth buttocks, and lay throbbing in their separation and up along her back. At this critical moment Bella's eyes encountered their image reflected in the opposite toilet-glass, and she recognized, over her shoulder the inflamed and ugly visage, crowned by the shock circle of red hair, of the sensual priest.
Bella understood the situation in the twinkling of an eye. It was nearly a week since she had received the embraces of either Ambrose or her uncle, and this fact had no doubt something to do with the conclusion she formed on this trying occasion. What she had been on the point of doing in reality, the lewd girl now only simulated.
She allowed herself to recline gently back upon the stout figure of Clement, and that happy individual, believing she was really fainting, at once withdrew his hand from her mouth and supported her in his arms.
The unresisting position of so much loveliness excited Clement almost to madness. She was nearly naked, and he ran his hands over her polished skin. His immense weapon, already stiff and distended with impatience, now palpitated with passion, as he held the beautiful girl in his close embrace.
Clement tremblingly drew her face to his, and imprinted a long and voluptuous kiss upon her sweet lips.
Bella shuddered and opened her eyes.
Clement renewed his caresses.
The young girl sighed.
" Oh! " she exclaimed, softly, " how dare you come here? Pray, pray leave me at once—it is shameful. "
Clement grinned. He was always ugly—now he looked positively hideous in his strong lust.
" So it is, said he, " shameful to treat such a pretty girl like this, but then, it's so delicious, my darling. "
Bella sobbed.
More kisses, and a roving of hands over the naked girl.
A great uncouth hand settled over the downy mount, and a daring finger, separating the dewy lips, entered the warm slit and touched the sensitive clitoris.
Bella closed her eyes, and repeated the sigh. That sensi-tive little organ instantly commenced to develop itself. It was by no means diminutive in the case of my young friend, and under the lascivious fingering of the ugly Clement, it arose, stiffened, and stuck out, until it almost parted the lips of its own accord.
Bella was fired—desire beamed in her eyes; she had caught the infection and stealing a glance at her seducer, she noticed the terrible look of rampant lust which spread itself over his face, as he toyed with her secret young charms.
The girl trembled with agitation; an earnest longing for the pleasure of coition took absolute possession of her, and unable longer to control her desires, she quickly insinuated her right hand behind her, and grasped, but could not span, the huge weapon which drove against her bottom.
Their eyes met—lust raged in each. Bella smiled, Clem-ent repeated his sensual kiss, and insinuated his lolling tongue within her mouth. The girl was not slow to second his lecherous embraces, and allowed him full liberty of action, both as to his roving hands and active kisses.
Gradually he pressed her towards a chair, and Bella, sink-ing upon it, awaited impatiently the next overtures of the Priest. . Clement stood exactly in front of her. His cassock of black silk, which reached to his heels, bulged out in front, while his cheeks, fiery red with the violence of his desires, were only rivalled by the smoking lips, as he breathed excitedly in the ecstasy of the anticipations.
He saw that he had nothing to fear and everything to enjoy.
" This is too much, " murmured Bella, " go away. "
" Oh! impossible now I have had the trouble of getting here. "
" But you may be discovered, and I should be ruined. "
" Not likely—you know we are quite alone and not at all likely to be disturbed. Besides, you are so delicious, my child, so fresh, so young and beautiful—there, don't with-draw your leg. I was only putting my hand on your soft thigh. In fact, I want to fuck you, my darling. "
Bella saw the huge projection give a flip up.
" How nasty you are! —What words you use. "
" Do I, my little pet, my angel, " said Clement, again seizing on the sensitive clitoris, which he moulded be-tween his finger and thumb; " they are all prompted by the pleasure of feeling this pouting little cunt that is slyly trying to evade my touches. "
" For shame! " exclaimed Bella, laughing in spite of herself.
Clement came close and stopped over her, as she sat; he took her pretty face between his fat hands. As he did so, Bella was conscious that his cassock, already bulging out with the force of the desires communicated to his truncheon, was within a few inches of her bosom.
She could detect the throbs with which the black silk garment gradually rose and fell. The inclination was irresistible; she put her delicate little hand under the priest's vestment, and lifting up sufficiently felt a great hairy mass, which contained two balls, as large as fowl's eggs.
" Oh, my goodness, how enormous! " whispered the young girl.
" All full of the beautiful thick spunk, " sighed Clement, playing with the two pretty breasts which were so close to him.
Bella shifted her ground, and once more grasped with both hands the strong and stiffened body of an enormous penis.
" How dreadful, what a monster! " exclaimed the lewd girl. " It is a big one, indeed; what a size you are! "
" Yes, isn't that a cock? " observed Clement, pushing forward and holding up his cassock the better to bring the gigantic affair into view.
Bella could not resist the temptation, but raising still higher the man's garment, released his penis entirely, and exposed it at full stretch.
Fleas are bad measures of size and space, and I forbear to give any exact dimensions of the weapon upon which the young lady now cast her eyes. It was gigantic, however, in its proportions. It had a large and dull red head, which stood shining and naked at the end of a long grisly shaft.
The hole at the tip, usually to small, was, in this instance, a considerable slit, and was moist with the seminal humid-ity which gathered there. Along the whole shaft coursed the swollen blue veins, and behind all was a matted profu-sion of red bristling hair. Two huge testicles hung below.
" Good heavens! Oh, Holy Mother! " murmured Bella, shutting her eyes, and giving it a slight squeeze.
The broad, red head, distended and purple with the effect of the exquisite tickling of the girl, was now totally uncapped, and stood stiffly up from the folds of loose skin, which Bella pressed back upon the great white shaft.
Bella toyed delightfully with this acquisition, and pressed still further back the velvety skin beneath her hand.
Clement sighed.
" Oh, you, delicious child, " he said gazing at her with sparkling eyes; " I must fuck you at once, or I shall throw it all over you. "
" No, no you must not waste any of it, " exclaimed Bella; " how pressed you must be to want to come so soon. "
" I cannot help it—pray, remain quiet a moment, or I shall spend. "
" What a big thing—how much can you do? "
Clement stopped and whispered something into the girl's ear, which I could not catch.
" Oh, how delicious, but it is incredible. "
" No, it is true, only give me the chance. Come, I am longing to prove it to you, pretty one—see this! I must fuck you! "
He shook the monstrous penis, as he stood in front of her. Then, bending it down, he suddenly let it go. It sprung up, and as it did so, the skin went back of its own accord, and the big red nut came out with the hand-open urethra exuding a drop of semen.
It was close below Bella's face. She was sensible of a faint, sensuous odour, which came up from it and in-creased the disorder of her sense. She continued to finger and play with it.
" Stop, I entreat you, my darling, or you will waste it in the air, " Bella remained quiet a few seconds. Her warm band still clasped as much as she could of Clement's prick. He amused himself meanwhile in moulding her young breasts, and in working his fingers up and down in her moist cunt.
The play made her wild. Her clitoris grew hot and prominent; her breathing became hard and her pretty face flushed with longing.
Harder and harder grew the nut, it shone like a ripe plum. Bella's was crimson with desire; she furtively re-garded the ugly man's naked and hairy belly—his brawny thighs, thickly covered also with hair like an ape. His great cock, each moment more swollen, menaced the skies, and caused her indescribable emotions.
Excited beyond measure, she wound her white arms around the stout figure of the great brute and covered him with rapturous kisses. His very ugliness increased her libidinous sensations.
" No, you must not waste it, I cannot let you waste it, " and then, pausing for a second, she moaned with a pecu-liar articulation of pleasure, and lowering her fair head, opened her rosy mouth, and instantly received as much of the lascivious morsel as she could cram into it.
" Oh! how nice; how you tickle—what—what pleasure you give me. "
" I will not let you waste it. I will swallow every drop, " whispered Bella, raising her mouth for a moment from the glistening nut.
Then again sinking her face forward, she pressed her pouting lips upon the big dp, and parting them gently and delicately, received the orifice of the wide urethra between them.