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“ 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. ”

“ They cannot know who has done it; better suffer all than confess such a dreadful fact. They are merciless—beware, how you thwart them. "
Mr. Delmont instantly saw the truth of Bella's prediction.
" See, thou man of lust, " exclaimed the pious Ambrose, " behold the state in which we found this dear child, " and placing his big hand upon the beautiful unfledged " motte " of the young Julia, he wantonly exhibited his fingers, reeking with the paternal discharge to the others.
" Horrible, " observed Verbouc, " and if she should be found with child! "
" Abominable, " cried Father Ambrose. " ”

“ Delmont and Julia, and subsequently by that between the foolish man and his niece, now rushed towards Bella, and releasing her from the relaxing embrace of his unfortunate friend, at once opened her legs, regarded for a moment her reeking orifice, and then at one bound buried himself in an agony of pleasure in her belly, well anointed by the abundance of spunk which had been already discharged there. ”

“ The two couples now performed their delicious copulation in silence, save for the groans which came from the half-murdered Julia, the stentorous breathing of the fierce Ambrose, or the grunts and sobs of Mr. Verbouc. Faster and more delicious grew the race, Ambrose, having forced his gigantic penis up to the curling mass of black hair which covered its root into the tight slit of the young girl, became perfectly livid with lust. He pushed, he drove, he tore open with the force of a bull ”

“ 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. ”

“ 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! ”

“ 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 emission right into the body of the girl under him. ”

“ 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. ”

“ Ambrose, proceed to prevent any consequences from so unusual a circumstance. Nothing less than a second emission from another and vigorous man can render such a thing positively safe. "
" Yes, she must have it—that is certain. " muttered Ambrose, whose state during all this time may be better imagined than described.
His cassock stuck out in front—his whole manner betrayed his violent emotions. Ambrose lifted his frock, and gave liberty to his enormous member, the ruby and inflamed head of which seemed to menace the skies.
Julia, horribly frightened, made a feeble movement to escape. ”