For some moments both the performers in the lascivious drama just performed lay as if dead; Roxboro's rod still firmly imbedded in the orifice of the lust-maddened maid. Marie, however, now that the delicious climax was past, gave vent to a few uneasy movements, if such could be termed her wrigglings, and the man, thinking that his weapon, now that it had served its passionate purpose, was embarrassing the fair girl, arose and withdrew from her bowels his giant engine, which escaped with a faint “Pop!” as though one had drawn the cork from a bottle.
His staff freed from this clinging enfoldment of trembling membranes, he stepped to a nearby table and procured a towel with which he cleansed his dripping member.
Caroline, from where she stood, an intensely interested spectator of this lustful scene, had contrived things with herself so that she had simultaneously with the other two reached the heaven of bliss and with the aid of her dainty finger had drawn down a spasm of pleasure.
This orgasm rather unnerved her, so that she stepped to the bed, where she lay for a few moments until her excitement had somewhat subdued; then she again returned to the station at the door in order to miss nothing that might transpire hereafter.
However, it seemed that the sensual lord's lust had been at least temporarily satisfied, for she observed that he was now in the act of releasing the fair Marie from her bonds. Upon being untied, she arose to her feet, cleaned her parts with a towel and rearranged her dress. Roxboro drew her to him and kissed her passionately. “You please me very much, Marie,” he said. “I am sure we will get along nicely together here; you are very familiar with the tricks of pleasure and we will try out some more of them on our next visit.” So saying, he dismissed her. Then he walked over to the couch, upon which he threw himself, apparently for the purpose of resting.
In an hour or so luncheon was served. The uncle and his two pretty nieces chatted throughout the meal, and after it was finished, he announced that he had still further work to do in his library and would be absent for the afternoon, but would see the girls again at dinnertime.
Caroline, whose passions had been excited to the utmost by the scenes she had witnessed in the morning, decided to play a little game of her own so she again persuaded Freda to busy herself about the grounds, stating that she had some things to do in her room and would be busy that afternoon.
This, however, transpired after her uncle had departed for the library, so that he knew nothing of her plans. In a few minutes she ascended the stairs to her own room, where she bathed herself carefully arid anointed herself with perfumed powder. Donning some of the beautiful lingerie she had purchased the day before, she stood surveying herself in the mirror, her passion mounting steadily until she felt as though she were aflame, admiring her beautiful form under the silken texture of the lovely undergarments, which covered and yet revealed the beauties. Slipping into a peignoir of orchid silk, she stepped to the library door upon which she gave a slight tap.
Roxboro had prepared himself for an afternoon of rest and now stood in his underclothing, preparatory to bathing. Hearing the knock coming from Caroline's door, however, he stepped to it and opened it. “What is it, dear?” he queried.
“Oh, uncle, I just tried on some of my new things and thought you might like to see them,” she replied, blushing prettily and clasping the peignoir closely about her figure.
“Just a minute, sweetheart; I am about to bathe, but as soon as I do so, I shall be right in, so just be patient for a few moments.”
Roxboro thereupon took himself to his own bath, where he proceeded to take a warm tub. In the meantime, Caroline placed herself in a large, soft easy chair and permitted her imagination to run riot. Gone was the maidenly modesty that had troubled her at first. Her experiences had made a woman of her and the scenes of the morning-the large, red, firm shaft of her uncle's cock-had excited her beyond measure; she longed for it now as she had never desired anything in her life; she felt that unless she received its length in her burning slit she should go mad.
She had not long to wait for the appearance of her uncle. In a few moments he entered the room, bolting the door behind him, then stepped to the door of her room leading into the hall, which he also inspected to ascertain if it were bolted securely.
Walking to a large armchair, he seated himself and said, “Well, Caroline, my dear, let's see the new pretties you spoke of.”
He had wrapped himself in a robe, but was apparently wearing nothing else. However, he seemed to be rather indifferent and showed no particular inclination to handle the lovely damsel who now rose to her feet before him, turned about slowly to allow him to inspect the beauties of the lacy robe which covered her form. “Very pretty; very pretty, indeed; now let's see what you have on under it,” he directed. The blushing Caroline, in a demure manner, made a slight hesitation about removing the robe, but in a moment permitted her courage to gain ascendency over her modesty and allowed the chiffon dressing gown to drop to the floor, revealing her lovely figure clad in pale yellow silk chemise and drawers, trimmed with snowy lace; the sheer fabric of the garments permitted the tinge of her pink flesh to show through in spots, and left practically nothing to the imagination, the fabric serving only to enhance rather than conceal nature's beauties.
“Hm! Very pretty, very pretty, indeed!” quoth the lord, still apparently not carried away by his niece's attractions and making no effort to grasp or handle her. This did not suit the parched girl in the slightest; she wanted something far more substantial than mere verbal admiration.
Coming closer to her uncle, she pointed out to him the beauties of the underclothing, called attention to the elegance of the lace trimming and the beautiful silken sheen of the fabric, in her interest being very careless about exposing to her uncle those parts of her person which modesty usually causes ladies to conceal, hoping thus to arouse him to the point of making a proposal, which he seemed not the least inclined to do. She wondered if she would have to make the advances; it was beginning to look very much as though she should if she wished to arrive at her desires.
Consequently, casting aside all subterfuge, she threw herself in her uncle's lap, her hand searching inside his gown for that noble derringer of his, her lips glued to his as she pressed her soft, hot body tightly to him. “Oh, uncle, uncle; I am so glad you are here; I have been wanting you all morning!”
Her hand had found his engine, only to discover that it was in a sadly flaccid state, totally useless to her in its present condition. She fingered, squeezed, and pulled it. “Now, Caroline! Don't do that, my dear; get away from there and let that thing alone!” The girl started to whimper, pressing her body to his, sucking and chewing on his lips as her hand clutched and squeezed his manhood, which soon began to show some signs of life under this treatment, limbs writhing in the torments of lust which she feared her uncle might perhaps not want to gratify at this time, and her condition was such that she was simply consumed by it.
“What the devil's got into you, girl?” queried Roxboro, his hand slipping between her legs and up to that delicious crotch, where it was immediately tightly squeezed by her burning thighs. “What makes you carry on like this; you're burning hot!”
“Oh, uncle, dear, you see, I was looking through the door this morning at you and Marie-”
“So!” cried her uncle, bursting into hearty laughter. “A little jealous, is that it? And of a serving maid, too, by Godfrey!”
“Oh, no, sir, only-well, you know-I got all excited-I couldn't help watching and listening and I got so excited- oh, uncle, do something for me, won't you?”
Her burning fingers still clutched and frigged that almost inanimate tool of her uncle, but alas! Beyond some slight throbbing movements, it seemed doomed to uselessness; surely it could not be used for any good purpose in its present soft and flaccid state. However, she continued her entreaties and the man finally picked her up, carried her to the bed and deposited her thereon, where she lay upon her back, her legs outspread with the secret delights of femininity exposed to the gaze of the man.
“Well, my dear, I'm terribly sorry, but I fear I cannot recuperate sufficiently to do anything much for you, at least for some time to come,” said the lord.
“Oh, uncle, can't you do something to make him hard? Isn't there something you can do? What shall I do-can't I make him hard? Oh, I simply must have some relief or I shall go mad,” and the sex-mad girl writhed with disappointed lust.
“Well, my dear, I had a rather hectic morning with Marie, as you know, and I fear he is pretty well jaded, so I don't know what I can do about it. You must remember that you are quite innocent; now, Marie, with her versatility and her knowledge of the methods of love, could probably arouse him in a jiffy, but I fear you will just have to wait until he recuperates from his labors of this morning.”
“Oh, oh, oh!” moaned Caroline and, sitting up in the bed, threw off all her clothing except her stockings. “How mean you are, uncle!” she cried, tears of vexation starting in her beautiful blue eyes. “You just want to be stubborn and mean to me; you don't love me, that is all}”
“There, there, my dear!” he soothed her. “Don't take it so hard. I will renew my vigor in a short time and then I will take care of you to your heart's desire. But for the present, I fear there is only one thing that would cause me to get sufficiently excited to do you any good at the present time, so let's let the matter drop.”
“Oh, so that's it, is it?” the lascivious girl replied. “I see; you think I won't do whatever you want me to, is that it? Well, I'm serious! You may do whatever you wish, only give me some satisfaction! Anything, I tell you! I heard your conversation with Marie and the things she told you. Do whatever you wish! Beat me! Abuse me! Treat me the same as you did Marie, if that suits you! Anything at all, only don't leave me like this, I beg of you!”
“Well, my little firefly; you seem to be in quite a state! Now, do you wish me to treat you as I did Marie, or are you merely trying to excite my passions?”
“I mean every word,” breathed the girl, her hand clutching his still half-flaccid penis. “Oh, come close to me-hold me tight.” The man slipped off his robe and got into bed beside the girl, who immediately threw herself upon him, rubbing her burning quim against his hairy belly, her arms tightly clasped about his neck, her lips, hot and dry, biting and sucking his own.
This extreme randiness on the part of his erstwhile modest and bashful niece was having its effect upon the lord. Realizing his advantage, he prepared to profit by it. His prick was beginning to assume more lifelike proportions; by little nips and slappings and robbings he increased the heated girl's desire. “I warn you, Caroline, you are bringing this upon yourself! I would not have suggested it to you, but since you seem determined to have me enjoy you, I am going to see just how much truth there is in the theory of sadism! If you want me to desist, now is the time! Either calm yourself and quit trying to excite me, or if you continue and succeed in arousing me, I shall do to you what I did to Marie!”
“Oh, uncle, anything-anything at all; I am dying for you,” cried the lovesick girl.
The man hesitated no longer. Flinging the girl to one side, he arose, turned the girl upon her face, and getting atop of her, placed his hands underneath her belly and hips and pulled her upward to an all-fours position, gripping the soft flesh of her thighs in his strong hands until the girl moaned with pain, although her buttocks were writhing violently from side to side in an excess of passion.
Changing his hold, he now clutched her firmly by the breasts, his eager fingers sinking into the soft, white flesh; he lifted the girl's body into the air. She bit her lips to choke back a scream of pain, but made no remonstrance.
With a sudden motion the lord, moving around in front of the girl, in a kneeling position, quickly pushed his half-hard prick in front of her lips. Looking up, she observed it; immediately she lunged forward, seizing the morsel in her hot, dry lips, and began furiously sucking and chewing upon it, her tiny teeth gently biting its slippery head. Under this treatment the member began to grow-in a moment it had throbbed itself into full, rampant strength.
With quick, hot breaths of lust, die lord now moved around in back of the girl, who still remained in a position of all-fours upon the bed'-resting upon her knees and hands. Her soft, milky-white bottom was presented full to the lord's admiring gaze as he knelt behind her, the head of his tool aimed directly at the small brown spot in the center of the two milky globes of her buttocks.
Edging himself forward slowly, he applied the hot, wet tip of his rampant cock to the small buttonhole of her rectum. Pushing forward slightly, the girl jerked with a wince of pain, but braced herself for the onslaught, in her passionate condition neither realizing nor caring what was about to happen to her.
The head of the man's flaming rod being directed fully against the object of its aim, the man clasped the girl by the hips and gently drew her body toward him; as he did so, he could feel his member slowly entering that tightly constricted orifice, so much smaller than that of Marie that he wondered how the girl could stand the obvious pain of it. In fact, she was biting her lips and clenching her hands to prevent crying out-she was so lustful that, although she felt certain she should be split open, she determined to undergo the torture to the limit; the tight muscles of her small anus seemed about to be ripped apart as they vainly constricted themselves in an effort to withstand this monstrous intruder who was thus violating the privacy of the girl's fundament. As the enormous head passed the portal, she was forced to give vent to a little scream of pain, her arms giving way, her head sunk to her pillows, although her legs still valiantly supported her hinder parts in their original position. “You see, Caroline,” quoth his lordship, “I told you it would hurt you.”
“Oh, forgive me, uncle; I couldn't help but scream a little; it hurts so terribly. I guess I can stand it, though, if you will go easy.”
Resting for a moment, during which his prick throbbed with desire, he could feel the grippings of the girl's anal muscles about the circumference of his staff. He made another forward push, to be rewarded with another stifled scream of the agonized girl, who was now stuffing the bed clothing into her mouth to prevent screaming aloud.
The keen edge of his appetite having been worn off by the morning's rout, and feeling a sort of pity for the tender girl before him, the man decided to carry the thing no farther, so gently withdrawing his now fully distended weapon from the too-small sheath that had enclosed it, he permitted the girl to sink to the bed; no sooner had she done so than she threw herself over upon her back and, reaching up, clutched the man and drew him down upon her. Her bottom wriggled and shook, her breath came in gasps and her flaming skin was crimson. Reaching down, she seized his large and reddened cock and, rising to meet it, slipped it into her lovely golden Quim.
With one plunge the man drove his weapon into the utmost depths of her burning cunt. With a series of maddened plunges the girl wrestled and writhed as though to throw her attacker from her; her limbs entwined him; her mouth searched for his lips and she attempted to bite him-but contented herself with chewing and sucking upon his lips.
In their struggles the girl's head moved about until it hung down over the side of the bed; her lovely hair trailed upon the floor; her salacious membranes seemed to pump upon the shaft of his mighty charger as her bottom worked violently up and down to meet the mighty plunges with which he now belabored her. His right hand had slipped under her body, a forefinger had searched between the cheeks of her beautiful milk-white arse and found the entrance to that other channel, which had so recently been violated, and now, inserting merely the tip of the finger into that charming orifice, he worked it backward and forward in time with the plunges of their bodies, an action which seemed to drive the girl to still further madness. He could feel the head of his tool grinding against the very walls of her womb-he idly wondered to himself how she would feel about this performance after it was over, knowing that while she was unconscious of it at present, presently she would suffer considerable pain for this rough handling of her delicate interior.
The girl was bothered by no thoughts of the future or anything except the delicious present! She lay there, her blue eyes upturned until they disappeared under the upper lids; her teeth were clenched upon her lower lip, her hands were feebly grasping and clutching the bedclothing and her bottom worked viciously as she met the heated drives of her opponent.
Such excitement could not continue long. In a few moments the girl gave a short low moan, her arms clasped her uncle and drew him tightly down upon her, her upflung legs circled and gripped his back and as he, realizing her moment was approaching, gave her the full benefit of his long and sturdy engine, she met her climax and with moans and groans of passion the salacious pair melted in the bliss of delight.
That evening some friends appeared shortly after dinner, and a pleasant evening was spent by the occupants of the household, engaged in chatting and music. After the events of the day, the lord felt that his physique sorely needed a good rest, so after the departure of the visitors, he bade his nieces good night and retired to his own chambers, where he passed the night in sleep.
Arising at the usual hour in the morning, he dressed himself for the day and descended to the dining room where he found Caroline and Freda awaiting him. He greeted them, Caroline sweetly bidding him good morning in the most innocent manner. He glanced at the blushing Marie, noting that she was somewhat embarrassed, fumbling with the dishes as she served their breakfasts. He wondered what she would think had she known their affairs of the day before had been witnessed by Caroline.
Breakfast concluded, he repaired to the library for the purpose of writing some letters and attending to some matters of business. He was engaged in these matters when there was a light tap-tap on the door. Upon directing the person to enter, the door opened and Marie, blushing prettily, stood framed in the doorway.
“All right, Marie, you may come in,” said his lordship. The girl entered the room, closing the door behind her. “Sit down, girl,” he directed. The maid crossed to a chair where she seated herself facing him. Her face was suffused with blushes and she twisted her hands nervously as she stole a sidelong glance at the nobleman.
“What is the matter, Marie?” asked Roxboro.
“I–I just thought that I would come to see you. I thought perhaps you might have wanted to see me before I went to work downstairs,” she finished lamely.
The lord laughed at her faltering speech and her inability to come out directly with the object of her visit. Evidently she had misinterpreted the meaning of his glances at the breakfast table and thought he might wish her to visit him in his library.
“Come over here and stand before me, Marie,” he said, and sat back in his chair. The girl rose obediently and crossed the room, to stand directly before him. His lordship, passing an arm around her waist, pushed his other hand up beneath her dress, up her bare thighs, and as she spread her legs slightly to accommodate his questing fingers, his roving hand wandered about her lower person, front and back, curling the hair between her legs, finally an inquisitive finger sought out and entered that enticing slit, which immediately clasped and clung to it with hot, moist lips. He gently manipulated that sensitive portion of the girl's anatomy, causing her to twist and jerk with intense feeling, little sighs and moans issuing from her lips as her body thrilled and throbbed with passion.
The man watched intently the effect his fingering and caresses were having upon the fair girl. Holding her tightly about the waist, he continued to finger and manipulate her, intending to cause her to reach a climax.
As her passion mounted, her writhings became more and more excited until finally, breaking from his grasp, she crossed the room and threw herself upon the couch, her dresses furled up about her body, her legs widely spread, her eyes gleaming brightly with passion and with a smile upon her face which silently invited him to the fray. The lascivious girl had reached a state of utter wantonness; as she lay outspread upon the couch in that inviting position, she was a charming picture of feminine desire, her bottom moving convulsively, her hands clenching and unclenching, her face a rosy pink with excitement, her snowy legs and belly quivering with desire.
The man viewed the sight with extreme pleasure, but his ideas were along slightly different lines from those of the lust-maddened girl. His tool had become only half-hardened and he did not wish, at this time, to satisfy her lustful desires in the manner she so much wished.
Opening his trousers he withdrew the half-limp organ, allowing it to hang out in sight of the girl, but made no move to approach her. In a few moments, realizing that her invitation was wasted, she sprang from the couch, approached the man and, grasping his slack member with her warm hands, began to caress and frig it in an effort to bring it into full strength, the man's apparent indifference only serving to increase her wild desire. However, seeing that efforts to arouse him were fruitless and angered at his apparent indifference, the girl soon desisted from her attempts and, returning to the couch, threw herself upon it facedown and burst into angry tears of disappointment.
“Now, now, Marie,” said the lord. “Don't take on so. You are extremely attractive, but why be in such a rash? I have an idea I would like to try out before we do what you wish to; do. I don't want to drain my strength so early in the morning.” Picking up the pen with which he had been writing at the desk, he twirled it in his fingers. “Do you know, Marie,” he said, “I have a notion to hurt you with the point of this pen? I would like to prick you on the pussy with it, I think I would get a thrill from that.” Here he held the pen up for her inspection. “It won't hurt you much, my girl, and I believe it would give me great pleasure. Come! Stand up here and let me prick you slightly with it!”
The startled girl looked up from the couch. “Oh, no, no, sir. I couldn't stand that, I'm sure! And besides, the point is covered with ink and I know I would get blood poisoning!”
The thought of inflicting pain upon that sweet young person, of pricking her snowy thighs and pink slit with the pen point had inflamed his passion and his flaccid organ began to rise somewhat.
“Come, Marie,” he cried somewhat irritably. “Come over here close to me and at least let me try it once and see how it is!”
“Oh, no, no, sir!” she replied. “I'm afraid; I know you would hurt me and I just couldn't stand it!”
“Oh, if you are afraid of the ink, I will change the point,” said the man and here he withdrew the old point and, throwing it into the wastebasket, secured a bright new point from a box on the table, which he inserted in the holder. Moistening it with his lips, he dried it carefully and motioned the girl to stand before him.
“Oh, you will hurt me, master!” she moaned; nevertheless she hesitantly rose to her feet and, holding the front of her dresses up, exposing her belly and thighs, she fearfully approached his lordship.
Standing before him, he had her spread her legs widely apart, then inserted a finger into her cleft as far as it would reach, he titillated and fingered her sheath until the lustful girl feared she would spend.
With his free hand he reached to the table and secured the penholder. Admonishing the girl to hold her dresses as high as she could, thus exposing the whole front of her person as high as her breasts, pulling her thighs widely apart, his busy finger rapidly rubbing her hot, salacious quim, he inspected the girl's body minutely, admiring the soft milky whiteness of her skin and the silky down covering her cunt. His tool had by now stiffened to a rampant hardness and he was tempted to insert it into that delicious cleft, but restrained himself from so doing in favor of the infliction of pain on those tender parts.
He ordered the girl to step back slightly and to place one foot on the chair, thus exposing to the fullest those secret parts which he now intended to torment.
The girl gazed at him with widened eyes, half-fearful but wholly lustful, his busy fingers sending throbs of delight through her tender cunt; although frightened at what was to ensue, her excited condition was such that she was willing to undergo anything, even though painful, which would enhance her erotic pleasure.
Manipulating the girl's quivering slit violently with the one hand, with the other he held the pen as a lancet and gave the girl's plump thigh a sharp although slight prick. She instantly recoiled in pain. “Oh, master, you hurt me; oh, sir, why do you want to stick me with that?” With her hand she endeavored to brash away the annoying and painful instrument held against her thigh. A small red spot appeared from which oozed a tiny droplet of blood.
The sight maddened the man. His eyes glittered and his breast heaved with excitement; his member now throbbed with passion, swollen until it felt as though it would burst. His hand moved about pricking now here, now there the soft white flesh of the girl's milky thighs; then moved up and the point inserted itself in the smooth roundness of her belly. As the sharp point touched her sensitive flesh, the girl twisted and squirmed and made as though to break away.'”.
Removing his finger from her burning cleft, he now embraced the girl about the hips with his left arm, holding her tightly. Her body writhed and squirmed; low moans escaped her lips as the darting point touched her at different points upon her limbs and belly.
Holding her tightly, and reversing the pen, he slipped between the throbbing lips of her slit the smooth handle of the pen which he slipped up into her person as far as it would go. Moving it about for a few seconds, he withdrew it, and, again advancing the point, pricked the squirming girl slightly on the outer lip of her quivering quim. A terrific jerk and the girl almost tore herself free, as a scream arose from her lips. Her straggles were useless, however, as, clutching her fiercely, the now insane man jabbed repeatedly at the tender, sensitive lips of her cunt, small spots of blood appearing after each jab. This continued for several seconds, and then the lust-maddened man, in a frenzy of excitement, dropped the pen to the floor, and, seizing the girl by the buttocks, drew her fiercely to him; his head dropped and he kissed her passionately upon the belly and thighs and finally upon that moss-covered spot itself, his tongue titillating the lips and clitoris of the frantic girl, who, now that he had abandoned his torture of her, became frantic with passion and lust, her bottom and belly working violently as his hot lips and nimble tongue titillated her secret parts. Clutching his head in her hands, she fiercely squeezed him to her as she stood there, her quivering legs widely spread apart, her head thrown back and her eyes glazed with lust; he nearly fainted from sheer pleasure and excitement.
A new thought seized the man. Turning to his desk he reached for a cigar that he had been smoking when the girl entered, and which still lay smoldering upon the ashtray. With a few quick puffs he breathed it into life and, shaking off the ashes, thrust the glowing end directly against the girl's tender cunt. She had not noticed what he was about to do and at the contact she emitted a loud scream of pain. An odor of burning flesh and hair permeated the man's nostrils. The sharp pain of the bum, mingled with the intensity of excitement the girl had been undergoing for several minutes, proved too much, and she collapsed to the floor in a swoon. As her body crumpled slowly downward, she was sprinkled with the sperm from the man's raging cock as it was ejaculated upon her from his involuntary spending as he had pressed the cigar to her quivering flesh and watched with maniacal eyes as it seared and burned.
The man relaxed in his chair for a moment, then arose and, no whit alarmed by the girl's swoon, picked her up and carried her to the couch. Laying her there upon her back, he parted her thighs and, kneeling at the foot of the couch, leaned forward and buried his face in the curls of her dark underbrush. With hot tongue he began to caress the lips and clitoris of her entrancing slit, tonguing and mouthing her quivering crevice. In a moment the girl's eyes reopened; the delicious sensation and soothing feel of the man's wet lips and tongue against the bums and lacerations increasing the pleasure, and in her highly excited condition needing but little encouragement, she quickly reached the apogee of pleasure. Her hands clasped the man's head, which she drew tightly against her body, her thighs clasping him as she frenziedly squeezed his head in the throes of her orgasm. “Master! Master!” she cried, “Take it! Oh, suck it! Suck it! Oh, I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, that's so good! So good! A-a-a-h!” With a low moan, the girl relaxed, her hands covering her eyes as she sank back into the cushions that covered the couch.
The man arose to his feet and, going to the bath, secured a towel with which he wiped the still-rampant plunger, which stood stiffly out from the front of his trousers; he then handed the cloth to the girl and directed her to cleanse herself also.
As she did so, she looked up and saw the great weapon swaying from the front of his trousers and she involuntarily shuddered. Drawing down her dresses, she rolled over on her face on the couch and lay panting for breath.
The man threw himself beside her, took her in his arms and pressed hot kisses upon her face and neck and her hot willing lips, she responding with equal ardor.
Reaching down, he drew up her skirts in the back, his hand petting and caressing the soft, smooth, round cheeks of her bottom. Drawing her hand down, he placed it about the large erect bolus, which was still rampant and apparently ready for further action.
The girl's still-excited condition responded readily to these exciting conditions and she breathed softly into his lordship's ear, “Do it, master! Do it to me! Oh, put it in; I want it, oh, I want it!”
The man was not loath. Rolling her over upon her back, he leaped astride of her; her eager hand guided his shaft into her cleft. With one fierce plunge he impaled it within her and with fierce moves the two twisted and turned with passion in an endeavor to bring about that sweet melting crisis that was so dear to their hearts.
“Master! Master!” breathed Marie, throwing her legs far up on his back and pressing his body close to hers, “I am coming again, master! I am coming again! Oh, there it goes-there it goes!!” she panted.
She gave him push for push as her torrent gurgled upon his throbbing rod, bedewing his balls with her sticky elixir.
Lord Roxboro replied by grasping her fiercely in a firm embrace about her buttocks and, raising himself above her, let himself fall and bury his burning staff deeply into her burning membranes and poured within her a flood of sperm that seemed to be without end. Biting and kissing her he continued to move his sweet charger within her until the last oozing drop was distilled from his glowing point. Then, with a gasp of fatigue, he lay full length upon her, totally exhausted.
They lay in this state a few minutes, both being unable to move. Then his lordship struggled to his feet and assisted her to hers and escorted her to the bathroom, where they performed their toilettes. Having thus repaired the damage done to their appearances, his lordship gently kissed her and escorted her to the library door. Marie was still trembling and quivering from the onslaught and, her Lordship pressing her to him with his lips glued to hers, she held to him tightly and with closed eyes returned his caresses and affection. Then, tearing herself loose from his embrace, she darted through the door and flew down the passageway.
The nobleman staggered back into the library and flung himself upon the couch and gave himself up to his thoughts.
“What a violent ball of fire that Marie is!” he soliloquized, gasping for breath. “A few days with a girl like that would prove too much for me! I suppose I must be getting old. I can't stand the jousts of love as I did of yore.”
After a short time, the lord awoke and, refreshed by his short nap, proceeded downstairs to the sitting room, where he found his two charming nieces engaged in a game of dominoes. As he entered, the girls stopped playing and Caroline favored him with a roguish smile. Evidently she and Freda had been engaged in a discussion of some kind in which Freda had come off second best, as her face wore a sullen look and she hung her head.
“Why what is the matter, girls?” inquired Lord Roxboro, looking from one to the other. “Have you been quarreling?”
“Oh, no,” laughed Caroline. “Freda and I just had a little argument and I am sure that she is now convinced that she was wrong. Aren't you, dear?” she asked.
“No,” sulked Freda, “I am not wrong and I know I am right. I know-and you can't tell me otherwise, so there!”
“Dear! Dear!” laughed the lord indulgently. “What is this tempest in a teapot all about? Come, girls, tell uncle so that he can decide the whole affair. What is it?”
Seating himself at the small table before which they had been playing, he leaned back in his chair, awaiting their explanation.
Caroline looked at Freda and laughed and Freda hung her head. The nobleman looked from one to the other in a puzzled manner.
He was at a loss to know what had occasioned the spat and determined to get at the bottom of it.
“Come, Caroline,” he said coaxingly, passing his hand around her upper arm and softly squeezing the cool flesh that palpitated beneath his clasp. “Come, Caroline, tell me what this is all about.” As he spoke his knee moved over to Caroline's and pressed it against her leg under cover of the table. Caroline returned the pressure with interest and, moving one of her hands over, laid it upon his thigh.
“Why, uncle,” she said, turning her charming eyes full upon him and squeezing his thigh under the table; “Freda and I were just talking about babies!” and she blushed and hung her head;
“About babies!” echoed the lord in a surprised tone. “What in the world do you mean?” he said, giving Caroline a warning glance and motioning toward Freda.
“Yes, about babies!” cried Freda emphatically, shaking her head to emphasize the statement. “Caroline says-” and here she hurried on breathlessly, “Caroline says-she says that one girl can have two or three babies at once! I know that that isn't true! Is it, uncle?” and she turned her eyes upon her uncle.
“Ha, ha!” evaded the lord, somewhat confounded by her direct glance and question. “Hm! Freda and Caroline, where on earth do you get all these ideas? Who has been talking about babies to you? And what do you know about babies? What does all this mean?” he asked, looking rather sternly from one to the other.
Caroline was not the least nonplussed but seemed rather amused at his searching glance, and Freda, adopting an air of wisdom that was extremely comical, opened her lips to speak, but changed her mind and closed them again.
“Come, Freda,” said the lord, moving his chair closer to her and looking at her coaxingly. “Come now, tell your uncle where you got all those ideas and everything.”
Freda shot a look at Caroline and, again looking at her uncle, said in a complacent tone: “I know all about babies and how they are born! A girl can only have one baby at a time, and I know that and I am sure.”
“God have mercy on us!” said his lordship. “Where did you find that out?” He was surprised at the precocity of his little niece, a mere child of fourteen.
“Why, at the convent, of course; all of us girls knew.”
“Do you know how they are made?” he inquired, winking at Caroline and nudging her with his knee.
“Oh, certainly,” said the complacent Freda. “I know exactly how they are made! I know all about it! And I know what you have there!” She pointed a small index finger at the front of the astonished peer's trousers. “And I also know what you do with it!”
Caroline blushed furiously at Freda's action in pointing at the spot that had played such an active part in stimulating and appeasing her own emotions in the last day or so. His lordship, however, was taken aback and hemmed and hawed, crossing and recrossing his legs nervously.
Freda, looking from one to another, took malicious delight in the sensation she had created. She rocked in her chair with laughter and continued to point her finger at that part of the lord's trousers that she judged covered his charger.
“Freda, my dear,” said his lordship, recovering somewhat from his surprise at her totally unexpected sally, “you know you shouldn't talk like that. Did you talk like that at school? Did the sisters know you talked like that?”
“We girls only talked about such things in the dormitories, when we were alone. The sisters would have punished us severely if they knew.”
“Why, Freda,” said Caroline, pressing her uncle's knee beneath the table, “you shouldn't talk that way before uncle. You know it isn't nice, and besides, uncle doesn't like it. Do you, uncle?” she asked, squeezing her uncle's knee and winking at him.
“Why, you and I talked about it last night,” said Freda, smiling with malice at Caroline's blushes. “And you didn't blush or act like you are acting now, either,” went on the mischievous child.
“Here, here, girls!” laughed the lord, seeing that the discussion was growing heated. “Remember, girls, don't tell tales out of school; keep your knowledge to yourself and no one will be the wiser. Come, girls, let us forget all about it.”
“Oh, but I don't want to forget about it,” pouted the adorable child. “I admit there are some things I shouldn't know about, but then there are lots of things I do know; the things which annoy me are those I have only a very hazy idea about. There's one thing I want to know: will you answer me a question, uncle?”
“Well, Miss Inquisitive, perhaps I might; let's hear what it is, first.”
“Well, uncle,” said Freda, squirming and twisting upon her seat, “one of the girls and I had an argument. Now, isn't it true when a girl has a baby she can only have one baby at a time, and if there are two, doesn't the doctor bring the other one? My girl friend said I was wrong and that a girl can not only have two, but perhaps three, or even more and that in rare cases they have been known to have four. Is that true?”
The lord looked quizzically at Freda and wondered if she were spoofing him, or if she were really in earnest about what she had asked.
This frank discussion of a subject usually taboo to children was rather disconcerting to his lordship and he cast a sidelong glance at Caroline to see what effect the discussion was having upon her. She was still stroking and pinching his thighs, her knee jammed tightly against his, under the table. Her hand was dangerously close to his organ, which had begun to rise in the course of this interesting discussion.
Caroline's face was crimson but she was evidently enjoying the discussion. Clearing his throat the man said, “Freda, I see that you are thoroughly determined to satisfy yourself on this point. Well, then, it is possible for a woman to give birth to twins-in fact, it is even possible for her to have three or four or perhaps even more.”
“But, uncle,” cried Freda, her eyes wide with amazement at this startling information, “how on earth can she get three or four babies at once?”
“Do you really know, Freda, how and why a girl gets a baby? How this little trick is performed?”
“Oh, yes,” replied the child. “I know how that is done! You just take that thing there in your trousers and stick it up in a girl's crack, the one between her legs, and push and push and a baby is made! Isn't that how it is done, uncle?” Her eyes clouded with a slight tinge of doubt as she gazed wonderingly into Lord Roxboro's face.
“Well, yes, after a fashion!” confessed the man, laughing. “You have the general idea, although you are somewhat at sea on some of the technical points.” Saying this, he laughed loudly and pressed his knee against Caroline's and gently rubbed it.
“Oh, I wish I knew all about it,” pouted Freda, her face causing them both to burst into peals of laughter. Freda looked from one to another as they laughed, her brow creased in a frown because of these two older persons ridiculing her apparent ignorance.
“Shall I tell her, Caroline?” queried the lord. “Shall I describe this little operation? You won't mind, will you?”
Caroline, in a quandary, her feelings mixed in her head, already in a lustful mood for the caresses and touchings of her uncle, scarcely knew how to answer. The conversation had aroused her lust and she was thoroughly enjoying it, although hesitating to concur in her younger sister's debauchery.
The lord, taking Caroline's silence for consent, drew his chair closer to the table, and as his hand caressed the form of Caroline through her dress, he draped the other arm over the back of Freda's chair and commenced:
“Well, child, your desire for knowledge on this usually taboo subject is rather startling, but most refreshing. At that, I am somewhat embarrassed because men don't usually inform little girls on the subject of impregnation and birth. Be warned, now, that in your search for knowledge you may bring down upon yourself revelations that will shock you and may disabuse your mind of many fanciful and romantic ideas that young girls are wont to have.”
“Oh, uncle, do go ahead and tell me all about it!” cried the interested Freda. “I am so curious to know about all those things.”
“Very well, then,” laughed her uncle, and forthwith launched into a vivid though technical description of those processes of nature that involve the reproduction of the humankind, couching his language in such terms as would be understandable to a child of her age. His lecture was listened to with avid interest by both the girls, Caroline herself listening with considerable concentration to his discussion which opened her eyes to many points on which she had heretofore been hazy or of which she had been totally ignorant.
At length he finished his dissertation and leaned back in his chair. The eager-eyed and flushed-faced Freda said, “Oh, uncle, you have made a lot of things clear that I didn't understand before. And, uncle, you have got one of those things that goes into a girl's body, haven't you?” she asked, glancing at the bulge in his lap.
“Why, yes, certainly,” laughed the lord. “I have a thing like that, as you call it. Have you ever seen one, Freda?”
“Oh, no, sir,” said the excited girl. “I never did. Won't you show me yours, uncle?”
“Why, Freda!” gasped the shocked Caroline, blushing furiously. “How can you talk like that to uncle? I am ashamed of you; you haven't the least bit of modesty, you shameless girl!”
“Nonsense,” laughed the lord gaily. “Now, Caroline, you really can't blame Freda for her thirst for knowledge! Freda, I congratulate you on your thirst for information. You apparently intend to satisfy your curiosity at any cost.”
“Won't you let me see it, uncle dear?” asked Freda roguishly, looking at her uncle with sparkling eyes.
“Well, now, that is rather a delicate question,” answered Roxboro. “Would you be willing to show me your intimate parts if I were to ask you? Would you give your consent immediately to such a request?”
The girl deliberated for a moment and then, lifting her head and after a look at Caroline's flaming countenance, said, “Why, yes, uncle, if you wanted to look at me, I'm sure I wouldn't mind!”
“Well,” cried the lord, “After my lecture it is no more than right that I should point out to you the parts under discussion! Move over, Freda; pull your chair up closer.”
The child moved her chair, at which his lordship reached down and lifted up her skirts, furling them about her waist.
“Now, spread your legs out wide, Freda,” he said and as she widely opened her legs he allowed his hand to creep up her silk-clad leg above her stocking and come to rest on the few inches of bare flesh that was exposed between the top of her stockings and her drawers. His hand lingered there for a moment as he caressed and molded her cool skin; then, lifting his hand to her waistline, he unbuttoned her drawers and drew them down in front. Furling her chemise upward behind her, she pulled down her drawers, exposing her pinkish crevice and then grasping the man's hand, drew it against her soft, warm belly.
She had apparently just reached the age of puberty, as the crotch between her legs was beginning to show a shadow of fine, soft, darkish hair that gave evidence that ere long she would have a fine dark crop.
The field of action was now open to his hand and he allowed his fingers to glide over every inch of her finely chiseled abdomen, letting it slip down to her crotch and fingering the curly tendrils that overshadowed her cleft, exploring every crevice! minutely.
Freda twisted restlessly under these handlings and as Lord Roxboro thrust his hand in between her widespread thighs and molded her warm delicate outer lips, she squeezed her thighs together on his hand and held it as in a vise.
“Oh, uncle,” she quivered, “you make me feel so nervous! That's it, where you have your hand now. Let's see yours now.”
“There you go,” laughed the lord, withdrawing his hand, without, however, fastening her drawers, and turned to Caroline who now lay heavily against him. He passed his hand over her forehead and was surprised at the fever and passion she was in. He looked at her knowingly and said laughingly:
“My goodness, Caroline, this little sister of yours is surely inquisitive! Shall I let her see the object of her curiosity, dear Caroline?” and here he kissed Caroline lovingly on her quivering lips.
“Just as you wish, uncle dear,” whispered Caroline, passing her arm about her uncle's neck and returning his kiss fervently.
Freda was an interested spectator to this caressing as she sat with widely opened mouth.
“Oh, Caroline,” she said, “you are not as quiet as you would have me believe. Kissing uncle like that! The very idea!”
“You jealous little spitfire,” said Lord Roxboro, kissing Freda upon her full rosebud lips in return.
“I want to see that thing!” cried Freda, twisting about in a sulk and flirting her dresses.
“All right, little Boo-hoo,” said her uncle. “Down on your knees with you, and under the table where you can take it out and look at it to your heart's content.”
“Oh, can't you take it out here in the light and let me look at it?” demanded Freda, wild-eyed.
“No,” laughed his lordship. “You must crawl under the table and unbutton my trousers, take it out and look at it if you are going to see it at all.”
Not daunted, Freda was under the table in a trice and flew to the buttons of his trousers. Lord Roxboro, due to his handlings of the two fair girls' persons, was in a magnificent state of erection by this time, and his rigid staff strained and pressed against its confinement.
On Freda's undoing a few buttons, it popped out in her astonished face, its red angry head almost poking her. She handled and squeezed its fiery head and murmured and sighed over its great size.
The peer did not lose this opportunity to draw Caroline to him and press her breasts and kiss her repeatedly, undoing the upper portion of her waist, exposing her beautiful white skin and delicately molded breasts despite her efforts to dissuade him, and allowing her soft silken breasts to become uncovered in the glare of the lights. He molded and caressed the now standing points and kissed the throbbing lips as she lay with closed eyes in his ardent embrace.
“How do you like it down there, darling?” he queried, giving a forward push with his legs and enveloping Freda.
“Oh, it is always so big! And hard! Mmmy!!! However in the world do you manage to insert that monster in a little crack?”
The lord laughed merrily and Freda caressed and molded his joint tenderly, stroking and pushing slowly up and down on the stiff staff.
“Oh, it's small enough to get into a good many cracks,” laughed Lord Roxboro and he pushed it gently toward Freda, under the table.
“By the way, would you like to see our little Caroline's bower of pleasure?”
Freda made a quick move and slid her hand up under Caroline's dresses.
“Come, Freda, take a look at Caroline's crack, and that will help you to form an opinion as to the generous proportions of cracks in general.”
“Oh, uncle,” gasped Caroline, holding him close. “Please don't allow that little minx to look at my coosie, please!”
“Go on, Freda, take a good look!” He held Caroline close, while Freda, nothing loath, scrambled to raise her sister's dress and view that delectable spot. She displayed as much avidity as Lord Roxboro himself might have been reasonably expected to show in viewing the virgin locality.
Caroline kicked and wriggled, twisted and squirmed in Lord Roxboro's arms, but despite her violent pleas for mercy, which Freda nonchalantly flouted, her dresses were unfurled and she was exposed to the gaze of the younger girl.
Much surprised at Caroline's lack of drawers, Freda inserted her inquisitive fingers between the mossy bower and into the protruding lips of Caroline's pouting coosie.
At the first intimation of her finger inserted into that feverish retreat, Caroline gave up the fight, and Freda, following her uncle's instructions, inserted her finger fully between the swollen cleft and immediately began to delectably massage the inner lips.
It was heavenly and Caroline's eyes rolled and dilated with a sexual frenzy that betokened the fiery passion rampant in her tempestuous person.
Freda moved her hand and fingers with a facility that betokened plenty of experience in such a lascivious pastime.
Caroline lay back, her head on the arm of her uncle, and rolled her eyes in passionate frenzy, convulsive twinges running through her body, a warm glow suffusing her entire being, particularly in the vicinity where Freda's agile massage was being prosecuted with a vigorous and passionate vigor.
She moved her glorious thighs up and down in unison with Freda's quick movements and kept murmuring, “Oh, uncle, oh, uncle, it is so good! Freda! Freda! Freda! your finger- oh, oh, oh… please… Freda… stop or I shall melt!”
“That's enough,” cried Roxboro, his prick in a rampant state. “By the gods, girl, I can stand this no longer. Why should a man whose blood is warm sit like a grandsire, carved of alabaster? I can stand it no longer. Come, Caroline!” and he dragged the girl to her feet, rising at the same time.
His rigid member stood forth nobly, waving in front of him like a wand. Caroline seized it avidly and stroked its rosy red head and molded it passionately.
“Stop, stop! My God, girl, it is aroused enough! Do you want me to spend right here and now?”
Caroline's dresses had fallen, covering her nudity. Grasping each of the girls by the arm the lord said, “Come Freda; come, Caroline,” and he led them to the couch in the comer of the room. Then, returning to the door, he locked and bolted it, drew the shades at the window and lit a small rose lamp on the table, which cast its rosy glow over the proceedings in the darkened room.
Returning to the couch, he pushed Caroline down upon her back, pulled her skirts high above her waist, exposing the satiny surface of her stomach and unveiling to his eyes her entire person, stark naked. His hands petted and caressed the girl's beautiful body for a moment, then he threw himself upon her where he rolled and twisted like one possessed.
Caroline rolled her eyes and tossed about in a frenzy, moaning, “Oh, uncle, please tuck it in-I am dying for it-please!”
“Here, Freda; come and watch me impale myself in the sweet recesses of your sister!”
Placing Freda's only too willing hand upon his fiery pole, he allowed her to guide it to the entrance of Caroline's quivery moist cunt, the lips of which were trembling and impatiently awaiting the entrance of his quivering, throbbing penis. Freda directed its blazing head at the pulsating orifice; a plunge and in it went, buried to the balls. Grasping Caroline to his bosom, he moved back and forth; Caroline threw her legs about his back and wiggled furiously beneath his mighty thrusts. Her eyes rolled upward, her bosom heaved, her bottom wriggled, throbbed, and burned. Roxboro glued his hot lips to her quivering mouth and inserted his tongue into the burning furnace of her throat. They instantly twined tongues and battled for supremacy. The girl's bottom moved with alacrity to meet his thrusts.
“Freda, Freda,” Roxboro cried suddenly. “Come around in front of us here, and lift up your skirts. High, high up above your head!” The girl got out from beneath Roxboro, where she had been manipulating his testicles and watching the play of the sexes before her delighted eyes, and came around in front of the lord.
She raised her dainty skirts high above her pert head, exposing the perfect contour of her divine limbs, the sweet little navel, the intriguing bower with its moss-covered hilly triangle, and all the perfect points of her childish beauty. All this was exposed without the least reservation to his lordship's gaze.
Unfastening the string that still supported her drawers, the girl permitted them to fall to the floor about her feet and stood bare from the tops of her stocking to her waist, presenting a most alluring appearance.
Reaching out an inquisitive finger, the lord inserted its tip into Freda's hot little cunt, causing her to wiggle and dance up and down on his aggressive digit.
“OH, CAROLINE!! FREDA!! I'm blowing my stones; I'm coming, I'm coming, coming… ah, take that! and that! and that!” and he pushed the rigid throbbing member that was just at the thrilling climax of the heavenly act. Spitting, spluttering, he discharged a load of sperm that bespattered and drenched the coosie of the writhing Caroline.
At almost the same moment, Caroline uttered a groan and shrieked, “OH, uncle, uncle…oh, I'm coming…Ooooooh! It is there… it is there… oh, uncle… push it farther, push it in as far as you can!” and she gave down a flood of dewy spunk, besplattering the monster organ of her uncle and drowning it in the sticky fluid.
Her muscular cunt alternately tightened and relaxed its hold upon his prick, and Freda, peeking over the top of her upturned skirts, realized that the crisis had been reached. She allowed her dresses to drop and looked at them.
Roxboro lifted his head in a moment and directed Freda to run to the toilet and procure a towel. Upon her return he took it from her and placed it between Caroline's dripping thighs; then, arising, he took one end of it and wiped the now softening prick. Freda approached the couch and inspected her sister's private parts to ascertain what damage, if any, had been done by the rude assault of her uncle's gigantic member. Her view of the preceding performance had hardened her resolve to indulge in such a course at the first opportunity, as she surmised the pleasure which had been her elder sister's portion in the battle of love just concluded.
Turning to her uncle, she said, “Uncle, now that you are through with Carrie, won't you harden that thing again and do that to me? I want you to put it in me and lay on me like you did to her, won't you, uncle?”
She approached her uncle and seized his prong, gazing at it in amazement. It was now reduced to a poor, shrunken, insignificant thing, far from the noble instrument it had been but a few short minutes before.
“Come, come, Caroline,” said her uncle. “Get yourself to the bath and get rid of that load; do you want to become pregnant?” The girl struggled to her feet and staggered to the bath, the sticky fluid running down her ivory legs and soaking her stocking tops.
Freda, gazing at her uncle's organ and holding it tightly in her fist, was amazed and disappointed as it continued to shrivel into practical nothingness, and she finally let it drop, wiping her hand upon her dress to remove the sticky substance it had encountered upon her uncle's member.
Caroline, upon entering the bath, seemed to be in a daze. She staggered weakly to the toilet seat where she collapsed, half-fainting. The thought of the rough towel upon her tender parts was repugnant; although she had had a complete orgasm under her vigorous uncle's ministrations, she still felt unsatisfied; her nervous system was a mass of jangling bells; her cunt itched and burned. She desired she knew not what. Staggering to her feet, she opened the door and started across the room.
“I feel rather strange; I think I shall go up to my room and lie down.”
“Do so, by all means,” quoth his lordship. “A few minutes relaxation will restore you. Come down again when you feel better.”
The girl walked to the door, which she unbolted and, passing through it, closed after her. She started for the stairway but, noting that the outer hall door was open, stepped out upon the veranda for a little fresh air. A breeze was blowing and she immediately felt better. “Ah, this is what I needed,” she breathed to herself. Stepping down from the veranda and into the grounds, she walked about for a few minutes; then, almost without knowledge of why she did so, her steps led her in the direction of the barns.
Scarcely aware of where she was walking and with utter indifference as to her destination, she slowly walked toward the barn; the curious heat and itching of her pussy seemed to grow greater all the time.
As she reached the barn, she stepped to the door, which was open, but as she crossed the threshold, her strength failed her and she nearly fainted as all seemed to go quite black before her eyes.
Suddenly she felt an arm about her and heard a voice in her ear: “Why, what is the matter? You seem to be ill.”
Caroline looked up into the handsome eyes of Carl, the stableboy. She sank weakly into his arms, and he supported her slowly to a stool that stood slightly back in the shadows of the large room of the barn.
“Oh, it's you, is it, Carl?” she queried weakly as they sat together on the stool, her head resting on his shoulder, his strong arm about her as she leaned against his powerful young frame.
Turning her head up and looking directly into his eyes, she whispered, “Kiss me, Carl!” The boy's eyes widened and his face flamed. She threw her arms about his neck and drew his face down to hers, then planted on his lips a lingering, hot, moist kiss, which he instantly returned, his arms grasping her yielding form tightly. Her arm dropped, her hand sought his lap and began to fumble with his trouser buttons. In a moment she had released his manly tool and drawn it forth, where she held it in her hand, manipulating and squeezing it as she felt its softness change into steely stiffness as the boy's passion rose.
With this encouraging action on the part of the girl, the boy's part was simple. His hand groped for her dresses, lifted them, and he inserted his fingers between her now widespread legs, where they quickly found her hot, palpitating and still-wet pussy, which they proceeded to investigate and manipulate as the lad's lust mounted high. His hot kisses rained on the girl's lips, face, and neck. His breath came in gasps and his hardened cock now stood stiff and rampant under the girl's tantalizing touches. It was a noble staff indeed, young and virile; a fiery red head surmounted a gleamingly white staff of immense proportions, a much larger prong than that of her uncle, Caroline discovered, and one that promised untold sweets in the practice of love.
The girl's excitement was now at the boiling point; she could wait no longer and as the youth still seemed somewhat reluctant to come to more active battle, she whispered softly to him, “Give it to me, Carl dear!”
Scarcely believing his good fortune and impatient of any further delay, the young man picked the girl up in his arms, carried her to a shadowy place in the rear of the barn where there lay some clean, fresh, sweet hay, upon which he lay the charming girl, who sank back luxuriously into the soft pile, spreading her legs wide, her skirts furled up above her waist-a charming sight indeed, which the lad contemplated for a moment or two as he stood before her, fingering his now throbbing weapon; then, as though in reverence, he dropped to his knees, his face plunged between the beautiful girl's legs and buried itself in her golden bush, where his busy tongue titillated her center of passion with a few quick lickings and dartings between the moist, sensitive lips of her throbbing and quivering cunt. Her hands clutched his head and she drew it tightly up against her; her legs wound themselves about his neck and she feared she would choke the youth as she tightly grasped his young and handsome head between her soft white thighs.
A few moments of this dillydallying, however, were sufficient for the ardent lad. This was very nice for the lady, but meantime his own tool was perking and throbbing with unsatisfied lust, so, raising himself once more, he crept up over the lovely girl and as her nimble fingers reached for and grasped his perking prick, which she quickly steered into the enticing crevice of love, he gave a plunge, burying the full length of that noble bolus in her quivering cunt!
As she felt that gigantic red head enter her slit and force its way into her innermost parts, the great shaft of the member distending her tender vulva as it entered and forced its way into her, the girl gave a low moan of pleasure; although she felt a slight pain upon the first entrance, the terrific size of his bolus was satisfying to her lust in the utmost, and as the instrument plunged home in her desirous quiver, her bottom began to plunge and twist in a frenzy of lust. As his powerful prick was shoved in and withdrawn again, the velvet sides of her cunt grasped and squeezed it; the lad slowly but strongly worked back and forth as the excited girl twisted and squirmed wildly in the excess of love. With such passion, the bout was doomed to an early conclusion and, sensing that the climax was approaching, they each redoubled their efforts and with a last wild ecstasy of thrusts and twists they indulged in then-orgasm together, then lay sunk in the lethargy that follows the climax, locked in each other's arms, scarcely conscious and breathing heavily.
They lay thus for several minutes, but, strangely, the youth's organ seemed not to relax or wilt in its hardness and firmness, but lay embedded in the girl, retaining its original virile state and giving little throbs from time to time. The girl's passion had been considerably assuaged by the violent bout and the completeness of sensation, but the youth gave no signs of withdrawing.
Presently he began a slight back-and-forth motion with his body, his big prick massaging the still hot and quivering surfaces of her inner being, and although the girl felt somewhat exhausted after her recent experiences, the sensation was pleasant and became increasingly so as her nature again responded to the youthful ardor of her cavalier, and as his movements increased in speed and violence, she found herself once more moving in unison with him, to meet his gallant thrusts. Soon they were in full play again and after a few moments of thrust and withdrawing, they both discharged a second time and again lay melting in the sweet half-conscious bliss that follows the emission, the girl now completely exhausted and spent from her arduous efforts.
In a few moments, however, as they lay thus, wrapped in each other's arms, a harsh voice broke into their reverie:
“Here, what the devil's this! How dare you? You are discharged-get out of here immediately before, I do something terrible to you! As for you, miss, I will take care of you later!”
Caroline looked up to find her uncle standing over the guilty pair, hands on hips, his face black with rage.
“Oh, no, no, uncle!” the girl cried. “Don't blame Carl: I asked him to do it… he is not to blame!”
“Oh, yes, I suppose so,” sneered her black-faced uncle. “I suppose you came out here and raped him, the poor, innocent little boy! How nice! A stableboy-what fine tastes you have, my lady! Well, I will attend to you later, young man; Caroline, come to the house with me. I am ashamed and surprised at you; a niece of mine with a stableboy! You are a disgrace to the family!”
Roughly grasping the frightened, shamed, and miserable girl by the arm, he led her to the house, where he commanded her to repair to her room and to await him there. She immediately went to her chamber where she threw herself on the bed, breaking into sobs that shook her whole body.
Presently the door opened and she looked up to see her uncle entering the room, leading by the hand her sister, Freda.
“Freda, look at your sister; she has the makings of a fine strumpet!” At this poor Caroline buried her face in her pillow, sobs racking her lovely form. “Yes, she has to do with any man, be he stableboy or whatnot-she isn't satisfied to give herself to a gentleman-he can't satisfy her. Some common streak in her makeup forces her to have affairs with stableboys, guttersnipes or whatnot! Faugh! A fine lady you seem destined to be-a fine whore!” Poor Caroline was overcome at her uncle's reproaches while Freda looked on in amazement at the turn things had taken. “Freda, you go to your room; I will see you later.” Pushing the child to the door, he saw her leave; then, locking the door, he turned to the quivering sobbing girl on the bed.
“So, my fine young lady, not only did you give yourself to that dirty groom, but by your own admission you invited him to handle you! Now, what have you to say for yourself?”
“Oh, uncle,” sobbed Caroline. Sitting up in the bed, she endeavored to grasp one of his hands, only to have it withdrawn roughly. “I don't know what was the matter with me; I was so passionate and felt so strange; I must have been crazy. I promise you I will never do it again, if you will forgive me. Please, uncle!”
“No, no, miss; it isn't a question of your doing it again; you can only do such a thing once in this house. If you are destined to become a harlot, then the sooner you start, the better. Out you go and you may walk the streets and practice your profession. Get out of here and never let me see your face again. To think that a relative of mine should descend to such infamy. I would never have dreamed you capable of it!”
By now the frightened and sobbing girl was on her knees in front of the raging man; her arms clasped his thighs. “Oh, uncle, I realize what a terrible thing I did; really I wasn't responsible; I didn't seem to know what I was doing. If you will only forgive me, I promise you I will never, never do anything to displease you again. You may punish me-beat me-whip me-whatever you say, only please don't send me away. I have been a bad, bad girl, but I promise not to do anything of that sort in future, only forgive me.”
“Well, if I do permit you to remain, you may expect to be punished for your conduct!” cried the lord, his eyes flashing with anger and rage.
“Oh, anything you say, uncle,” cried the girl. “Any punishment you desire, I will submit to-only please let me stay.”
“Well, I will think the matter-over; after all I hate to rum a relative out upon the streets.”
“Oh, thank you, uncle, thank you,” cried the girl, grasping one of his hands, which she carried to her lips and kissed in gratitude. “I will be the best girl in the world and never, never do anything to displease you again!”
“Not so fast, young lady; I haven't fully decided your case yet. Stay in your room until I see you; I will have to think this matter over before deciding what will be an adequate punishment for such a crime as yours!”
With this, a deep scowl mantling his features, he left the room, locking the door behind him. The girl, feeling sure that her uncle would relent, regained her spirits in some measure and betook herself to the bath, where she gave herself a thorough cleansing, perfuming herself slightly. Returning to the chamber, she decked herself in her loveliest clothing, preparatory to her interview with her uncle after dinner, hoping to use her feminine wiles to win him over again.
Leaving Caroline's room, Roxboro betook himself to the chamber of Freda, where he found that young lady primping before the mirror.
“Oh, uncle,” she queried. “What did Carrie do? Why were you so angry with her?”
“You will find out later, little one,” said the man, patting her on the head and seating himself upon the bed. Drawing her to him, he pulled her up on his lap and kissed her rosy young lips.
Placing a hand on her breast, he squeezed and felt her delicate maiden bubbies, scarcely large enough to be observed under her sheer dress. From there his hand slipped down to between the child's legs, finding she had again donned and buttoned up her drawers. His busy fingers soon undid the buttons, however, and he played with the child's quim for a few seconds.
“Well, Freda, I see you got yourself all dressed again,” he said.
“Yes, uncle, I thought you were through playing with me so I put on my panties again.”
“Well, my child, I have a suggestion: how would it be if you took off all your clothes and lay in bed with me for a while? I want to take a little nap and will let you keep me company. Would you like that?”
“Oh, uncle, that would be darling,” replied the girl and, springing to her feet, she began to unfasten her garments, which she removed and flung upon a chair.
She sat down, unfastened the loops on her little shoes, which she removed, then pulled down her stockings. Then she stood up before him in her little waist and drawers, which she quickly unfastened and removed, standing before him like a small Venus, her rosy body perfectly proportioned, although slim and youthful; the promise of her coming womanhood was faintly suggested by the small bubbies which stood out upon her white bosom and the shadowy darkness between her legs.
He had her turn herself around as he gazed at the perfection of her childish charms, his prick throbbing and quivering as he lasciviously admired the lovely child before him. Having her come closer, he had her spread her legs, then minutely inspected the pretty little shell-like cunt, its pink lips opened wide, exposing the rosy clitoris to view, which, after moistening a finger, he titillated slightly, causing the child to giggle and squirm and press her legs tightly together upon his hand.
The dissolute man was sorely tempted to lay this child upon the bed forthwith and ravish her childish body, knowing she would be only too willing to submit to him, but restrained himself, having a somewhat different idea in mind and knowing that prolonging the act would add to the tantalizing anticipation that was so pleasurable to his jaded appetite.
“Come, Freda. Don't you want to help uncle undress, too?” he queried.
“Oh yes, sir,” she replied, her eyes sparkling.
With her busy childish fingers unbuttoning and pulling at his garments, he soon reached a similar state of nudity and stood there, his stiff rammer once more proudly rampant. The child approached and fondled it, gazing at it with awe.
“Well, we'll let him rest now; too much excitement won't do him any good,” said the man, and seizing the girl, he held her tightly in his arms, then lay back upon the bed with her young, bare body resting upon his own. Kissing and fondling each other, they lay thus for some minutes; then he rolled the child off to his side and they both lay quiet for some time.
After ceasing by-play, his tool soon lost its stiffness and settled down into a soft, flaccid mass. Young Freda, childlike, could not long remain quiet, however, and was soon sitting up in bed and examining her uncle's prong. “Why, uncle, it's got all soft again; isn't that the funniest thing? What makes it get hard and then soft again? Won't you make it hard and put it in me like you did Caroline? Please, uncle,” she begged.
“Could I make him hard, uncle?” she cried, her fingers squeezing and manipulating the soft mass. “I like to see him get so big and stiff, he looks so funny; now he is just like a little sausage or something,” giggled the child. She felt sure if he would only agree to give her the treatment he had so recently accorded her sister, she would enjoy it very much, although it did seem as though his implement was rather large to enter such a small hole as her own crevice. “Can't I get him all stiff and hard again, uncle, if I play with him?”
“Well, my child, there are many ways of exciting him and getting him stiff, ways of which you have never even dreamed.”
“Oh, tell me about them, won't you uncle? What can I do that will bring him back to life?” She grasped and squeezed the soft object, which, however, showed no inclination to resume his former state.
“Oh, well, little Curiosity,” he laughed, “since you must know, one of the favorite ways of encouraging an erection is by kissing and handling; if you feel you want to try that method, why go ahead!” and he laughed loudly. “Normally, it would not need anything but your nearness and the touch of your naked body, but as you know I have just had some pleasure with Caroline, so he is rather exhausted. However, if you cared to kiss him a little, it might have some effect. Suppose you try it and see!”
He felt sure that a hint would be sufficient to this precocious child; his salacious mind yearned for her to perform the act of sucking his prick, yet he wanted her to do it voluntarily; he wanted to use no force, but the child was so anxious to delve into matters of sex and so willing to try anything, that he knew any suggestion would be immediately followed by accomplishment. The girl's eye widened for a moment, then, slipping down and sprawling herself upon the bed, her legs outspread, his tool clasped in her small hands, her lips approached his member and immediately began to bestow upon it small birdlike kisses, then longer and more fervent ones. This practice immediately had its effect.
Such maneuvering was so delightful that ere long the man could feel his climax approaching. Feeling sure that if he permitted it to come without any warning, the flood of sperm would probably choke the inexperienced child, he permitted her to suck and titillate the member until the very moment of orgasm, when, with a push, he disengaged her lips and, seizing the coverlet in one hand and frigging himself rapidly with the other, he brought about the discharge in the coverlet, which he had clasped about the head of his prong. Wiping off the sticky fluid, he relaxed back on the bed, breathing heavily for a few moments, while the child, wide-eyed, sat up in bed gazing at the peculiar spectacle before her, her face crimson with passion, almost overcome by that burning lust which is experienced by girls of her age, as she watched the erect staff of her uncle's weapon slowly curl up and sink into its former state.
In a few minutes, however, the lord rolled over and with a smile looked at his niece. “You surely did that nicely, Freda! You are a regular little goddess of love. Just for being such a nice girl, uncle is going to give you something nice. It is a shame you have been neglected so much; your little pussy must be burning by now. Isn't it? Tell uncle the truth?”
“Oh, uncle, I feel so strange; I am just burning and itching; I feel so funny down here,” she said, pointing to her little pink quim.
“Well, we'll soon straighten that out. Come here!” He seized the child in his strong hands and lifted her up to the top of the bed, where he arranged some pillows so that she was leaning back against the head of the bed, her bottom supported on a thick pillow, her legs spread apart and her knees cocked up, exposing her little pussy as a shining target for any assault. Then the man lay belly down upon the bed, placed his face against the childish quim, and began to lick and titillate it. His busy tongue darted here and there; he found the little button of her clitoris, which he licked, his lips nipping at the soft, pink inner lips of her delicious coosie.
The child was startled yet delighted at the turn events had taken. Here was something absolutely new and unthought of, but how delightful! Her whole randy little being thrilled at the soft caresses of her uncle's lips and tongue upon those sensitive membranes of her grotto of love. Her hands grasped his head and clutched wildly at his hair, bringing his face tightly into contact with her maiden pussy and her white soft thighs tightly gripped the man's head. Crossing her feet behind his back, and holding his head tightly gripped between her legs, her bottom moved from side to side and up and down as the man's busy tongue explored every sensitive portion of her itching and burning quim, sending spasms of delight shooting through her excited nervous system. Thus she lay with her head thrown back, her eyes closed, soft moans issuing between her clenched teeth as her body writhed and shook in ecstasy. In a few short moments, unused as she was to this sort of treatment, she reached her climax and with a paroxysm of lust and passion, uttering low moans and sighs, she gave down that precious liquid which her randy uncle so anxiously sought; then, overcome by her emotions, she sank into a half-faint; her limbs relaxed and she fell back, a quivering, sighing mass of childish femininity.