As Caroline walked to the gentleman's study, she pondered what he could possibly wish with her, and remarked, as though to herself:
“What can it be; what is it now? I am sure I have done nothing which might have displeased uncle, and it seems a trifle early for him to desire me for the usual reason. Well, I shall soon find out.” Opening the door to the library, she stepped in and seated herself in a chair to await her guardian's arrival.
Presently the sound of footsteps was heard upon the stairs and her uncle entered, puffing upon a cigar. Seating himself at his desk, he addressed her solemnly and impressively:
“Caroline, I have come to the conclusion that you are going to turn out just like your mother before you. Your actions with the stableboy have proved to me that you intend to allow your sex to rule your head, putting your better senses to rout. I tell you this because you may fit in with my plans, of which I shall speak later. For the present we will not go into the matter. I am sure you appreciate the value of the papers contained in the safe,” and he waved his hand in the direction of the strongbox, in which he had previously placed the incriminating confessions and photograph.
“Now, you can be sure that if necessary, I can drag you into the very gutter!” he remarked, a vengeful gleam flashing from his eyes.
“Oh, uncle,” pleaded Caroline, wringing her hands and gazing at him with her beautiful eyes, “I am sure you will do as you say; I am so sorry I submitted to a whim and permitted Carl the freedom of my person; I assure you I shall not do so again.”
“Promises,” quoth his lordship, “are like biscuits-made to be broken!”
“Oh no, sir-I assure you-” began the girl, but the lord silenced her with a wave of his hand.
“Never mind, my child; knowing how easily promises are made and broken, I shall not require you to make any. And besides, who knows? Perhaps I may ask you to again be familiar with Carl,” and he looked quizzically at the blushing girl.
“Oh, uncle,” fluttered Caroline, “what can you mean? You wish me to still carry on with him as before? Surely you can't mean that?”
“Hold on,” laughed Roxboro. “You are indeed anticipating me. I have not as yet given you permission to run to Carl and offer him your person to poke and ram at his pleasure; but in case I should want you to do so, just bear in mind that you are to obey my command!”
“Oh yes, uncle; whatever you say will be quite all right with me,” replied the girl.
“Very well. But just for the present I command you to keep your distance from Carl; later on, if I see fit, I may change things about in what might be a more pleasant arrangement. But for the present, keep out of his reach or it will be worse for you.”
“Certainly,” replied Caroline, glad that her uncle was apparently relenting and showed no intention of tormenting her further.
“By the way,” said he, “Freda is surely showing signs of getting on famously with her education.”
“Indeed, uncle, especially in regard to your teachings. I think she is beginning to 'feel her oats' as you might say, and unless something is done about it, you may find it necessary to photograph her also with some enterprising male as she seems to be determined to get herself deflowered. If you'll excuse my saying so, you seem to be a trifle dilatory in that respect and so she may take other means to compensate for your apparent neglect. She seems to get beside herself at times and there are moments when I feel that she would do most anything to relieve that itching in her coosie. I do hope you will not think I am officious, but nature is nature, and if something isn't done about taking her maidenhead pretty soon, I fear the consequences.”
The man replied nothing to this statement, but arose and walked over to his lovely niece, whom he began to caress. He remarked, “I believe you are right, Caroline; I thought she was a trifle young, but after all, she is well grown and I imagine it will be just as well to introduce her now to a man's member. I think I shall take care of her very shortly.”
“Oh, uncle, uncle!” laughed Caroline, her eyes flashing as she thought of the lovely little Freda being impaled upon a man's prick. “I merely mention it because I thought it was right you should know what was in her mind.”
“Enough of this, you lovely creature,” remarked the lord, his hands straying over the lovely body. “I have heard enough about Freda for the time being; you would rather sit here and cackle than to take care of your uncle; here I have a bar of iron as painful as can be, waiting for you to put your talents to work at reducing the swelling.”
“Oh, I'm sorry, uncle,” replied Carrie, placing her hands on the front of his trousers and squeezing seductively the large rampant lump that now strained at the confinement. “I didn't know whether you wished me to do anything for you.”
“Stand up, girl,” cried the lord, his eyes flashing. “Stand up and let me feel you.” The girl rose and the man clasped her to his bosom, his hands roving about under her dress, and as his lips rained kisses on her burning face, she relaxed in his arms; he thrust his trembling hand beneath her garments and greedily fingered the mount of Venus and the delicate lips of her vulva; then, pushing her toward the couch, he laid her thereon and, spreading her legs widely apart, stood gazing at her rosy slit.
In a second his tool was out. He mounted the girl and drove home his engine with a violent shove. Their bodies intertwined in the writhings of lust for several minutes until with groans and spasmodic twistings they arrived at the climax, after which they lay clasped in each other's arms for some few moments of rest. Arising, the man looked down at his niece, who now lay as though shamed, her hands before her rosy face; it seemed her conscience still hurt her a trifle after each of these bouts, and she had not entirely lost her shame.
“What a change from the coy, demure, modest, bashful girl of a few weeks ago,” he said. “Caroline, my dear, I'll wager there isn't a harlot, courtesan or whore in the land who is your equal when you are in the heat of passion, and yet you retain that air of convent-bred bashfulness and modesty,” he said, laughing loudly.
As he started to the bath to cleanse himself, the air was rent with a series of piercing feminine shrieks. The two stood for a moment in consternation at the unearthly outcries, which seemed to come from some maiden in dire distress. Suddenly Roxboro was galvanized into action. Leaping to the door, he stepped into the hall, noted that the sounds were coming from the rear part of the house, and sped down the stairs. As he came to a rear room, he noted a man clambering through a half-opened window with Carl, the stableboy, valiantly endeavoring to prevent the escape. Dashing to the fray, Roxboro seized the man by one leg and, with the help of Carl, unceremoniously hauled him back into the room. At this juncture the gardener also came running. Instructing the two domestics to hold the man, Roxboro repaired to his study, where he secured a revolver, and returned to the scene of the confusion. Pointing his weapon at the intruder, he commanded the servants to step back out of range. The housekeeper coming in at this point gasped, “That's him! Why, my lord, he actually tried to rape Marie in her boudoir; he was going to diddle her!”
“Aha, a rape, my young jackanapes!” cried Roxboro fiercely, and Carl and the gardener started forward as though to give the fellow his just deserts, but the lord waved them back.
The stranger was a rather attractive young fellow, loudly attired in garish clothes, but not unprepossessing. He seemed very much in command of himself and was apparently not put out in the slightest by the hullabaloo which he had occasioned. Dusting off his clothing, he rearranged his disheveled attire in a matter-of-fact manner. Raising his white and well-manicured hand, he twirled his mustache and coolly surveyed his captors.
“Well, my lad, who are you and what are you doing here?” demanded Roxboro.
“Pardon me, sir; I seem to have startled your people,” replied the man in a cultured voice. “I trust that in my somewhat hasty and informal though unsuccessful retreat, I have not harmed the window sash. I must admit I appear in rather a bad light; as the worthy dame remarked, it smacks of an attempted rape but-spare my blushes-please do not attribute such an unworthy action to me; by the bones and joints of my worthy ancestors, I swear that the girl, Marie, is my legally wedded wife and that I and others have been searching for her over a long period of time. That explanation may change the complexion of this interesting tableau in which I appear.”
“What!” cried Roxboro upon hearing this, in his perturbation almost dropping the weapon. Waving at the astonished and gaping slaves, he motioned them to withdraw, saying as he did so, “I'll take care of this. Retire, all of you.” Still pointing his pistol at the intruder, however, he remarked, “By Jove! Well, upon my soul-Marie's husband! Fancy that, now!” For a moment he was nonplussed and hardly knew what course to pursue. Suppose the man's tale were true- suppose, on the other hand, he were lying in order to extricate himself from a tight spot. The man seated himself and seemed at perfect ease, undisturbed by the march of events.
“I wish you would put away that beastly thing that you are so uncertainly pointing in my direction; it might inadvertently go off and tear a large, irregular aperture in my anatomy, which would prove very distressing to us both.”
“Never mind,” the lord replied. “How do I know you are what you say? I warn you, young man, you have plenty of explaining to do and possibly you may end the evening in the hands of the police.”
“There you are, sir; even as you say, the girl may or may not be my wife. Who knows?” coolly replied the stranger.
“That is important to the issue, of course, but at the same time, my lad, remember this: wife or no wife, it does not give you the right to forcibly enter my domicile. You may not be aware that you are talking to Lord Roxboro, eh?”
The mention of his name produced no visible effect upon the stranger, only causing him to smile in an enigmatic manner, as he merely acknowledged that he was aware of his lordship's identity. Producing some papers, he said, “In my coat you will find more documents to prove my identity. Perhaps you had better call in my wife; the sooner this is done, the sooner we can clear the matter up, and end this little farce.” Roxboro stepped to the door and opened it quickly, thus upsetting the housekeeper whom he found with her ear glued to the keyhole.
“Hussy! Be off and fetch Marie, and also go and tell Caroline to descend to the sitting room and remain with Freda until I send for her.”
The housekeeper sped away upon her errand, and his lordship, after allowing a suitable interval to elapse, motioned to the stranger to ascend the staircase. Once within the library, the lord seated himself across from the fellow and said curtly:
“Now, my fine fellow, I am going to give you an opportunity to prove your claim. You say you are Marie's husband, that you have documentary evidence of your marriage. Well, produce it. But even so, and not withstanding, that will not prove sufficient excuse for your unwarrantable intrusion.”
The young man fumbled about his person and, obtaining some papers, threw them upon the table. Roxboro scanned them carefully, satisfying himself that they bore out the young man's claim. “Mr. Montgomery, eh? Well, sir, you are not exactly a person of lily-white character; when your wife came here, I took the liberty of investigating her references and I find that you, as a husband, have been somewhat of an indifferent success. And besides, I have knowledge that you are in demand by the police and have been several times in your life!”
The man visibly paled and his hands fidgeted nervously. Roxboro, seeing his advantage, waved his pistol and continued: “Young man, you have been apprehended red-handed in an attempt to enter and burglarize this mansion, and upon my word! I shall have you cast into jail and I assure you that your past record when taken into consideration will add materially to your sentence. Now, young man, what have you to say for yourself?”
The chap made a wry face and said, “Well, you seem to have me there! My wife is an artful baggage; I'll wager she has told you some of the experiences I have had, else how could you have come into possession of the knowledge you seem to have?”
“Sir!” replied Roxboro. “Your wife, as you call her, has told me nothing; she is merely employed here. Judging from the rather unusual method in which you sought to gain entrance to see her, it would appear that her life with you was not altogether pleasant. I think that it would perhaps be better for all concerned if you were forthwith turned over to the local constabulary.”
“Well, you've got me,” replied the man shortly. “I simply can't afford to be taken as my previous record would be against me. However, if you would permit me to leave, I promise you that I will annoy you no further and you will never again see me about the place. It will do you no good to turn me over, and once I am gone, it will be as if nothing had ever happened.”
Many ideas were passing through Roxboro's mind as he sat and considered this proposition. He remembered what Marie had told him of this man's lustful cruelty and strange mannerisms; the man was now in his power and he determined to at least satisfy his curiosity.
“I think I shall turn you over to the constable; prison is the best place for people of your type. It is a duty that I owe to the country at large to see that such men as yourself are placed in the proper place to restrain their activities.”
Realizing that his plea was likely to fail, the young fellow lost much of his former swagger and insolence. He gazed about him like a caged animal and, looking earnestly into Roxboro's face, he said, “Oh, sir, I only came with the idea of seeing Marie for a few moments. I had no idea of committing any crime; believe me, sir, I mean every word I have spoken. Please give me a chance, I have not harmed you in any way. If you will let me go, I promise you I shall leave immediately and bother you no more.”
“I will make no deal,” replied the lord, and arising from his seat, he started for the door, but stopped suddenly as though struck with an idea. “I wonder… I wonder… it is not possible… my man, what is your regular occupation, aside from your strange penchant for entering people's abodes through the window?”
“Oh, sir, I can do most anything,” said the youth eagerly. “Come, my lord, do not be too hard on me. If you only knew what that girl did to me, you would not blame me for acting as I have done; if you will only permit me to go, I will never darken your door again.”
“I believe your wife told me you were a gentleman's man; is that true?”
“Yes, sir, I was a valet.”
“Hm! Well, let's see,” remarked Roxboro, and returning to his desk, he seated himself and drew forth writing materials. “Now, if you wish to get yourself out of this mess, you will do exactly as I say; if not, we will call in the constable and you will be on your way. Which is it?”
“Whatever you wish, sir,” replied the man. Roxboro handed him pen, ink, and paper, and directed that he write as dictated to. Hesitating slightly, the fellow wrote at Roxboro's dictation. What he wrote was for the most part exaggeration and not a few outright lies, but the poor fellow was in a tight spot and felt he was choosing the lesser of two evils. When he had finished, Roxboro called in Carl to act as witness; he had Montgomery sign the paper and Carl also signed. Dismissing Carl, he turned to Montgomery and said:
“I have decided to have you remain here in this house and have you act as my personal valet for such a time as I see fit; you are to obey me implicitly in all things while you are here and you will regard Marie-unless otherwise instructed-as a perfect stranger. There must be no relations between you. You gather what I mean? I shall pay you well for your time and I shall discharge you when I see fit. On the other hand, if you rebel”-waving the paper in the air-“I have here a signed confession, which will put you behind bars for some time to come. Now, be guided by your common sense; if you know what is good for you, you will behave yourself and everything will be all right.”
“I realize my situation,” replied Montgomery, his face clearing at this unexpected good fortune. “I assure you I shall have nothing to do with Marie; I will be obedient in all matters, as you put it, and I am sure you will not regret your decision. But, sir, will you answer just one question, please? I should like to ask you if my wife… if Marie… that is… does Marie occupy a higher position in the house than that of a housemaid?”
“Your wife, Montgomery, has told me all that happened between yourself and her, and if you are trying to determine whether she and I have been intimate, I will answer you frankly: yes! Marie has been kind enough to bestow upon me those favors that are usually given by a maid to a man and in telling you this I feel no sense of shame or guilt. Nor do I mind admitting it to you, since this little piece of paper which I hold makes you as helpless as a baby; I might state that Marie is a luscious morsel and I enjoyed her very much. What have you to say to that?”
“Very good, my lord,” replied Montgomery, rubbing his hands. “Marie is a wonderful piece; we are agreed on that, and so far as my objecting or minding her having been unfaithful to me, I have no objection whatever. I am only sorry that she left me before I had an opportunity of trying out upon her some ideas which were in my head but which I had no chance to try out before her disappearance.”
“Yes, yes,” replied Roxboro, “which reminds me that you submitted her to all sorts of humiliating and unusual situations; is this true? Marie has told me you beat and abused her; and when thus incited, you experienced more than ordinary pleasure in your lust. Speak frankly. I am curious to know what your reactions are upon this line, so tell me freely just how and why you do these things and what their effect is upon you.”
Roxboro settled back in his easy chair, eyeing Montgomery closely: the man seemed somewhat uncertain as to just how to answer. His hands twitched rather nervously and his eyes shifted uneasily as he seemed to be casting about as to just how to begin.
“Well, my lord, it's like this. You see, although I am not ordinarily a cruel man-that is, I never mistreat animals or anything of that sort, and usually the sight of pain is very repugnant to me, at times when I am heated up sexually, my whole nature seems to change. I then love to subject my partner to the most excruciating tortures; I gloat in it and receive a supreme thrill from the imposition of abuse and pain upon a woman; this serves to whet and increase my sexual appetite and render me more potent and the act more enjoyable-yes, by God! a thousand times more delectable. I find that it also increases the intensity for the woman; I can assure you that when you have a beautiful woman, helpless in your arms, beaten and cowed, there is more sensual thrill in her quivering form than could be obtained from a thousand harlots; and strangely, the woman herself, abused and tortured, seems to also receive a heightened thrill from the performance. I can't explain it, but I know that it is so; I have experimented with many women and usually the results are as I say. Marie herself is of that type; treat her kindly and she is almost indifferent; beat her and abuse her and she bums with passion.”
“How strange,” remarked Roxboro innocently; “I never heard of such a thing; it seems rather unconventional, eh? Men usually look up to and treat the object of their love with great tenderness, protecting rather than torturing. Your explanation is very peculiar, to say the least.” At the same time, however, he was remembering Marie and her strange actions: the pranks she could play with such cunning and the merry spankings she had received from her master's able hands upon her charming posterior. However, preserving his air of innocence, he continued, like a man such surprised and rather doubtful of the truth of Montgomery's statements.
“How can such things be? h must be very painful and humiliating and not at all conducive to pleasure to be the recipient of abuse during the sexual relationship. I don't understand it. I fear you are having at me, as it were.”
“No indeed, sir; it is true, and the very idea of such an experience is sufficient to produce its effect upon me: see here!” He placed his hand upon his prong, which made quite a bulge in his tight-fitting trousers. He was not completely fooled by Roxboro's manner; he had listened to gossip in the neighborhood before coming out to the manor to call upon his wife, and the lord's reputation was such that Montgomery was certain that he was not so innocent as he appeared. His feelings had been highly excited by his talk on such lascivious matters, and he now squeezed his bolus tightly. “Believe me, your lordship, I could sink this into a good cunt right now,” said he in his former swaggering manner.
“Well, young fellow, you seem to be well hung, to say the least,” laughed Roxboro, observing the bulge in Montgomery's trousers, which indicated quite a large bundle hidden therein. “Take it out and let's inspect it.” Montgomery immediately complied, wondering for a fleeting moment if his lordship was one of “those men” who wished to “eat a yard.” Unbuttoning his pants, he flipped into view a tool of staggering dimensions, as large and rounded as an infant's arm!
“My word,” cried his lordship. “Marie didn't exaggerate in the least. What thickness! What a root! Let's see the bag-my word! What stones-man, you are built like a horse!”
Crossing over to Montgomery, he grasped the noble instrument and began to gently massage it. “My word, it has a head like an elephant!” Montgomery reached up and grasped Roxboro's hand. “My lord, you had better stop; that feels terribly good, that frigging, but in just a moment I shall probably spend all over your hand, so you had better quit.”
Roxboro laughed and with another movement or two slapped the stiff and rampant tool up against Montgomery's belly. “Tut, tut! I can see we are going to be good friends, my lad. Supposing I should bring Marie in here after the others have retired, and she and you and I had a little bout; would that have any effect upon your excellent prong? Would you be willing to take part in an affair of that kind?”
“Oh, would I? Just try me, sir, and see,” replied Montgomery, his eyes sparkling. “I have been wanting that little wench ever since she left me; just give me a chance at her again, sir; I will be your slave for life, and as for you, sir, I should love to have you enjoy her also; she is hot enough for a dozen men like us!”
“But for me to enjoy her before your eyes-would you be willing to stand for that? Not a bad idea, by Jove! Having a woman in front of the very eyes of her husband. What do you say to that, eh?”
“Excellent, sir,” replied the worthy Montgomery. “Only one thing, sir; won't you permit me to punish her a little bit for her treatment of me? I am sure she deserves it. Won't you let me make it just a little bit hot for her? I owe her that much, anyway.”
“Well, we'll see,” replied the old fox. “You seem to wear about the same size clothing as myself; in that closet you will find some garments. I shall go downstairs now and while I am gone, you may bathe yourself and then put on some of my things. You will await my return here. Now, remember, you are to be absolutely obedient; no matter what I command, you will obey and fulfill my every wish; otherwise you are likely to experience some unpleasant results. Is that understood?”
“Oh, yes, sir,” replied Montgomery. “You may count on me, sir; whatever you wish will be done and I will make you a good servant, never fear. Thank you for not turning me in.”
Roxboro left the room and Montgomery immediately proceeded to the bathroom, congratulating himself upon his situation; he was a sharp fellow and thought he understood the conditions pretty well; this man Roxboro was an old rake and the future seemed to contain a vista of endless rounds of sensuality. He was to be paid a salary for living in this fine home, and he trusted his own light fingers to add to whatever Roxboro might pay him. His ideas on sex matters were such that if the old buzzard could suggest anything which Montgomery would shy at, he would have to have a wonderful imagination to think it up.
Roxboro continued downstairs, where he found Freda and Caroline seated at a table in the drawing room, engaged in a game of lotto. “Where is Marie?” he demanded abruptly.
“Oh,” said Freda, “she's out in the refectory crying; that terrible creature that came choked her nearly to death and he beat her. Do you want her, uncle?”
“Yes, immediately. Go tell her to come to me at once,” snapped the lord.
Freda scampered like a mouse to the rear of the house, where she found the weeping maid, whom she directed to report to Roxboro at once. The two returned to the drawing room, where Marie curtsied and inquired if the master wished to speak to her.
“Marie, tonight instead of going to the servant's quarters, you will remain in the kitchen until bedtime, then ascend to the second floor and report to me in the library. There are some things I wish to talk over with you at that time. I don't wish to hear anything now; if you have something you wish to speak to me about, you may do so later. That is all, now; be sure to report to me at ten o'clock.”
The maid curtsied and withdrew. Returning to the rear with palpitating bosom and quivering anatomy, realizing the probable outcome of her visit to the master later, she repaired to the bath, where she carefully made her toilet, and then went about her usual chores.
“What is it, uncle?” queried Freda, consumed with curiosity to know what all the excitement was about. “That man said he was married to Marie and that she-”
“Now, now!” said Roxboro laughingly. “You must not quiz your uncle; that is very impolite. See, look at your sister; you should learn to act like her; be nonchalant and disinterested in affairs and keep your poise at all times. I am sure that everything will be made clear to you in time, so just be patient and don't question me,” and with a nip of the ear, he pushed her from him.
“Now, girls, what do you say to a game of whist?”
“And pray, what shall the stakes be, uncle?” cried Freda.
“Well, how about a kiss on your pretty little quim?” laughed her uncle teasingly.
“Oh, that's fine, uncle. And if you win, Carrie or I will kiss your dickie; won't we, Caroline?”
Caroline only blushed prettily and bade her sister desist from such remarks. Freda, however, laughed and insisted that the wager stand; uncle had made the suggestion and she insisted that a wager was a wager and the loser must pay.
As usual, at the end of the rubber, Freda was the loser, and without ado dove beneath the table. Her dainty and charming hands soon sent the buttons of her uncle's trousers flying as she feverishly hauled out his joint and soon had half of its limberness embedded in her rosy mouth. Pulling and sucking at it, she titillated it for several moments; then allowing it to drop, in a spirit of mischief she crept over to her sister, slipped her head under her dresses, and began to tongue and kiss her sister's cunt, instilling Caroline with a wave of lustful feeling, which she permitted for a few moments; then, pushing the child away from her, she dropped her flaming face to the table and buried her head in her arms.
“Oh, see,” laughed Roxboro, “the effect of your tongue upon your sister; you have nearly caused her to faint. Please now, Freda, desist from this business for a while.”
Freda's laughing rosy face popped out from beneath the table and, seizing the cards, she shuffled them for a new deal.
Putting her hand under the table, she fumbled for a moment and, in response to the inquiring glance of the others, said coyly, “I'm just opening my panties for the next loser, and I hope that it will be you, uncle, as your tongue has more fire than Caroline's, but if she does lose, I will take her just the same.”
True to her prophecy, Lord Roxboro lost his wager and he was laughingly forced beneath the table and in turn kissed and tongued the hot coosies of his beautiful wards.
Freda lost the next hand and again she dashed with gusto under the table and tickled and tongued at her uncle's noble prick and her sister's luscious cunt.
But at last the law of averages prevailed and Caroline lost and was forced to clamber under the table and lap her sister's hot pussy and the noble prong of her expectant uncle.
This delightful game progressed for some time. Finally, however, bedtime arrived and Roxboro, telling the girls not to be alarmed at any strange noises they might hear from his library, escorted the girls to their rooms and affectionately bade them good night.
“I may have a great deal for you tomorrow,” he said, “and it is best that you retire at once and get all the rest you can. It will be useless for-you to mount your usual observation post tonight, as I have taken the precaution of plugging up the hole for the time being and you will therefore be unable to see what transpires. If I wish your presence, I shall awaken you; otherwise, good night and pleasant dreams.”
The covering of the peephole was a severe blow to the excitable Freda, who had fondly imagined she would be permitted to see all that transpired. But after verifying her uncle's statement, she regretfully prepared for bed.
Caroline did likewise, and soon the two girls were lost in slumber, so they did not hear Marie as she softly tiptoed to the library.
After bidding the two girls good night, Roxboro entered his library, where he found Montgomery awaiting him, having bathed and dressed himself in Roxboro's clothing, as directed. He ordered him to enter the bedroom, and closed the door. Soon Marie's timid knock was heard and Roxboro bade her enter.
The girl was quaking with fear and looked about for her tormentor. When Roxboro slipped the bolt to the outer door, she gave a faint cry of fear. “Marie, Marie,” said Roxboro chidingly, “surely you are not afraid of me? You don't wish to escape me so soon-why, you have only just entered; what is the reason for this fright?'-'»
“Oh, sir, I am so nervous,” whispered the girl.
“Is it because you fear that now that Montgomery has returned and found you, that he will again have you and torment you as before? Do not fear, my dear,” said he, taking the buxom girl in his arms; tilting her face upward, he implanted a hot, passionate kiss on her moist red lips and hugged her tightly to him, almost to the suffocating point. Then leading her to a chair, he seated her.
“Oh, I am upset, and almost beside myself,” wept the girl, dropping her head to the table beside her. 'That man, that man! Montgomery; he came in on me like a devil from hell! Oh, master, I beg of you, do not allow him to take me away; I am sure he will do away with me in his mad rage! He has hurt me already and I am sure that but for the timely arrival and interference of Carl and Joe, he would have choked me to death today!”
Here she held up her neck for Roxboro to examine, and he noted the blue prints of strong fingers upon her ivory flesh.
“And what else, my dear?” queried Roxboro, tenderly stroking the girl's neck. “Did he do any further damage? Tell me, Marie dear.”
“My breast-he almost wrenched the titties off; it is all black and blue, and I fear it will be so for days. Oh, how he squeezed and pinched me; I nearly fainted with the pain.”
“Let me see that,” said Roxboro, gently undoing her dress and exposing the marble skin of her palpitating bosom. Letting down the chemise, he gazed at the marks left by Montgomery's paws, which clearly showed the damage wrought by his tigerish grasp.
Roxboro motioned to Montgomery, who was standing behind the bedroom door, peering through the crack, to enter the room.
Roxboro's busy hands gently massaged the girl's firm, round, white globes; his manipulations excited her passions and the scarlet flush of passion mounted her white neck and caused her eyes to flash under the caresses of the amorous lord. Reaching down, he kissed her firm breasts, sucking and titillating the nipples with his hot tongue and lips.
A movement by Montgomery betrayed his presence; the girl turned her head and as she recognized her cruel husband, she clung to Roxboro, crying, “Oh, there he is-oh, sir, protect me. Don't let him at me, he is back again.” Her shivering form clung to Roxboro in terror as she endeavored to replace the clothing over her naked bosom. Roxboro, however, under the pretense of helping her, succeeded in working her chemise down over her marble shoulders.
“Oh, hello, Montgomery,” he remarked. “I have just been examining the marks on your wife's bosom, which you inflicted when you greeted her so hurriedly. I compliment you upon your taste in women, Montgomery; your wife is a charming girl and you are indeed fortunate to possess such a charming creature for your very own.” With this, Roxboro turned the frightened girl around to face her husband, her bare bosom exposed to his lecherous gaze.
“Quite right, my lord; I am indeed to be complimented upon the possession of such a faithful and virtuous wife; one who gives herself to all comers! Compliment me upon such a woman, indeed! She is a dirty, common bawd and I have a notion to thrash her soundly for her looseness!”
“Oh, no, no,” screamed Marie, clinging to her master. “Don't let him do it, sir; oh, don't let him do it! Oh, sir, I implore you, do not let him do that; he has done it before and I know that if he whips me again he will surely injure me; oh, sir, make him leave here; make him get out of here and I will do anything you say! Oh, sir, protect me, I beg of you!”
“Well, I don't know, Marie,” replied the lord with a mock air of seriousness. “After all, this man is your husband; he has shown papers that prove conclusively that he has the legal right to enforce his commands and really I do not think that under the circumstances I have a right to interfere, no matter how sorry I may be for you or how much I want to protect you.
“However, I suggest that you accede to his demands; remain as quiet as possible and do not cross him and perhaps he will relent; it will soon be over and after all it is your wifely duty to accede to your husband's demands, no matter what they may be.”
Turning toward Montgomery, Roxboro gave the girl a push toward her husband and remarked, “Here, Montgomery, here is your wife. I beg of you to go easy with her, although she has disobeyed you; I feel sure that with a little correction she will surely mend her ways.”
Montgomery seized the half-fainting girl and pulled her to himself, raining hot, passionate kisses upon her face, lips and breasts. Dragging her to the couch, he quickly removed his clothing and speedily was in the state of nature; roughly throwing the girl's skirts upward over her belly, he exposed the nakedness of her buttocks, set off to perfection by her trim black stockings. Lifting the head of his enormous plunger, he leaped upon the girl, apparently intending to plunge his rod into her quivering rectum.
Roxboro stood by, an eager spectator of the sport, the sensuality and lewdness of it affecting him to the extent where he opened his trousers and drew forth his own rampant rod.
The girl lay quiescent, apparently overcome by her treatment, but at the attempted attack upon her rear, she came to life once more and, slipping from the couch, ran to the lord and threw herself upon her knees before him, imploring him to protect her from the onslaught of her fiery husband.
Roxboro merely stood and surveyed the screaming girl. Knowing the house was deserted except for his two nieces, and that the woman's outcries could not be heard outside, he permitted her to scream her loudest, since, even if the servants in their far-off quarters should hear the commotion, they were far too accustomed to the goings-on in the manor to pay any attention.
Montgomery, maddened with lust, leaped upon the girl and, lifting her in his arms, once more bore her to the couch. These rough tactics had disarranged the girl's clothing considerably. Her waist had been torn from her shoulders, exposing both breasts fully. Her stockings hung down about her legs and her skirts were disarranged.
He attempted to complete his design upon the now vigorously resisting girl, but she was strong and her writhings and twistings completely frustrated his attempts to force his plunger into her person. Leaving her for a moment, he sought a cord with which to fasten her down; seizing one from the hangings on the window, he returned to the couch. The girl became almost frantic at the sight of the cord in his hands. With no ceremony, he quickly missed her ankles. Her smuggles lessened by her bonds, the man grabbed the helpless wench and once more flung her upon the couch.
Roxboro stood in the middle of the room, observing the struggles of the pair before him. His hand slowly frigged his now bursting prick and he felt consumed with lust and desire to mount the beautiful creature now sprawled so helplessly upon the couch. Montgomery now amused himself with sundry slaps, pinches, and squeezes of the girl's tender anatomy; he fiendishly selected the most tender parts of her body for his attentions, and the girl lay moaning as the man dug at and pinched her tender skin, apparently taking a ghoulish delight in torturing the lovely figure before him.
“Stick your cock in her mouth!” cried the maddened Roxboro. “Stop all that foolish pinching and squeezing and let her have your prick in her mouth; she told me you did that to her and it ought to afford you as much pleasure as all this pinching!”
“Right,” replied Montgomery and, suiting the action to the word, he grasped the girl by the head and attempted to force his massive jock into her mouth. Marie, however, clenched her teeth tightly against the swollen intruder; Montgomery pushed it roughly against her, braising her ruby lips as it rudely banged against her flushed face. “Take it! Take it, you bitch!” cried the lustful Montgomery. “I'll make you take it, you stubborn devil!” Reaching down, he grasped her breast and twisted her nipple, causing excruciating pain. The girl's mouth slowly opened. Seizing the back of her neck, he inserted the head of his enormous cock between her scarlet lips and worked it violently back and forth for several moments.
“Come, my lord; don't you want to give her a little mouthful?” he remarked at length. Nothing loath, Roxboro approached the girl and inserted the head of this throbbing cock between her lips, forcing it into her throat until she choked and gagged at the enormous bulk of his rampant pecker.
“Just a moment, sir, and I'll make it interesting!” cried Montgomery, and going to the corner of the room, he secured a light bamboo walking stick. Returning to the couch, he began to rain light, stinging blows upon the girl's bared buttocks. Her skirts interfering, he tore the clothing from her body and she soon lay completely naked. The blows of the rattan rained upon her back, legs, and buttocks, each blow leaving a thin reddish strip upon the white skin of the girl's body. Although this treatment seemed to be extremely painful to the sensitive girl, it also served to increase her lust and as Roxboro stood at her head, his prick moving back and forth in her soft, warm mouth, he could feel the sucking movement that she soon began to impart, adding to the delicious sensations in his center of pleasure.
After belaboring the girl's backside for a few minutes, the sight of her twisting and writhing buttocks and the red welts that appeared on her white flesh excited the lascivious Montgomery to the limit. Suddenly dropping the stick, he leaped upon the girl-spreading the cheeks of her bottom, he plunged his flaming rod into her rectum and with a few fierce drives sent it home to the hilt. The sight nearly drove Roxboro wild and he came near spending in the girl's throat; but he withdrew his dripping prick from the girl's lips and watched avidly the terrific drives of Montgomery as he forced his terrific engine backward and forward in the girl's tender sphincter. In his excited state, a short time sufficed and he soon spent his load. Relaxing upon the body of the half-dead girl, he panted rapidly from his exertions, then arose. Immediately he had done so, Roxboro, who had been awaiting this moment, quickly mounted upon the prostrate girl and his own prick entered that orifice which had only so shortly before been vacated by the large tool of her husband. With a few fierce plunges, he spent his juice; then, relaxing for a few minutes, he too arose and the two men secured towels and wiped themselves clean.
Going to the sideboard, they drank some wine, which immediately seemed to revivify their drooping strength. Roxboro made as though to give the woman a glass of the liquid, but was restrained by Montgomery, who protested that if she drank the wine she would only wish to fight and would become extremely hard to handle.
The girl lay as though in a semistupor, utterly jaded from the terrific pounding she had been forced to submit to by the two men. In a few moments she moaned, “These cords hurt me; won't you untie me please? I'll do whatever you want; I guess there is no use of my struggling, so please untie me; my hands and feet hurt something terrible; I won't struggle; I suppose nothing I say will have any effect upon you!”
“That doesn't speak very well for the favors I have bestowed upon you,” cried Roxboro angrily, and stepping over to the girl, he viciously twitched one of her pink nipples until she screamed with pain.
“I'll teach you to criticize me, you dirty, ungrateful, little bitch!” Picking up the cane, he began to rain stinging blows upon the backside of the girl. Although extremely painful, the blows also had an exciting effect, and her bottom began to twist and squirm from side to side under the rain of blows from the rattan.
“That's the idea,” cried Montgomery. “Look, look! It's beginning to have an effect already!” Roxboro's cock had lifted its dropping head and begun to show signs of life. “I tell you, my lord, a beating is the best invigorator for a jaded prick!”
He untied the maid, her body writhing and twisting as Roxboro continued to rain blows upon her sensitive back and legs, the pink stripes against the white flesh exciting the lecherous lord to new fire as he watched the undulations of the girl's body.
The two men picked up the girl and carried her into the bedroom. Roxboro quickly removed his clothing, and perfectly naked, the two men entered the bed, one on each side of the lovely girl.
The two excited men paid their attention to the sensitive flesh of the moaning girl, pinching, squeezing, and digging their fingernails into her skin at the most sensitive points, until finally both their pricks were throbbing with renewed vitality.
Montgomery, rolling over upon his back, drew his wife over upon him. He held her fast in his arms as Roxboro reached down and inserted Montgomery's prick in the now hot and throbbing cunt of the excited tortured girl. Then, mounting her from the back, Roxboro forced into her sore and bruised rectum his own massive tool, and thus they lay-the tender woman sandwiched between the two men, the prick of one rending and tearing the tender tissues of her sensitive arse, and the gigantic tool of the other stretching and rubbing the equally sensitive membranes of her now hot and salacious quim! Ere long the two men reached their climax, and amidst the thrills of passion all three of the lustful beings spent themselves in one erotic mingling of lust and passion.
All three then relaxed; the two men, however, continued to embrace the unfortunate girl, who lay quietly between them, knowing there was no chance of escape.
This performance, with variations, was repeated twice more during the night and then, jaded with lust, all three fell fast asleep and lay thus until morning.
In the morning, Roxboro was the first of the three to awaken. His drowsy eyes opened; looking about for a moment to collect his wits, he turned and saw the two other persons stretched upon the bed beside him. Marie lay beside him, her beautiful eyes closed; behind her lay her husband, one arm thrown about the girl's form and one leg lying over the girl's limbs in an attitude of sleep. The lord gazed at the charms of the fair Marie for a few moments. He was almost tempted to satisfy himself upon her; his bladder filled with the night's accumulation of urine had caused his prick to stand like a barber pole. But another idea smack him.
Going to the bath, he relieved himself, then slipped through the library into Caroline's room.
The fair girl lay in an attitude of repose, her coral lips opened in a half-smile, her golden hair spread upon the pillow like yellow silk. Going over to the bed, the lord pulled back the coverlet and noted that Caroline was lying full upon her back; her nightdresses were pulled up about her breasts, exposing her tawny crotch upon which rested her dainty white hand, one of her fingers placed upon her clitoris and slowly working back and forth in her sleep. Her sensations must have been delightful, judging from the smile upon her sleeping face. In fact, she was enjoying a beautiful dream; she was in the garden with Carl; he was making love to her and his fingers were exploring her pussy and working her into a state of extreme lust; she hoped he would soon replace his busy finger with something more substantial. She was not to be disappointed; the finger was removed and she felt a much larger, firmer, more satisfying object pushing against the sensitive pink lips of her snatch. A heavy form rested upon her breast; she threw her arms about it; her cunt was filled with a delightfully hard, firm prick and as it entered her mossy cleft, her bottom began to move from side to side in an ecstasy of lust.
The sensation was so exquisite as to cause her to awaken. Thinking she had the lad Carl in her arms, she kissed the figure so strongly pressing her breast; then, looking up, she observed that she had been mounted by her sensual uncle, who was now firmly embedded in her delightful cunt, working slowly back and forth.
Somewhat disappointed, but willing to accept whatever was offered in the way of love, she began to reply to his strong thrusts, her bottom twisting from side to side and up and down as she met the slow movements of her lascivious uncle.
Due to his efforts of the night before, which had taken the edge from his usually violent appetites, the lord was in more of a mood to dally. His prick titillated the charming girl's sensitive quim; reaching down underneath, his index finger found and entered the tiny buttonhole of her rectum, where it played about, exciting the girl to a frenzy of passion; his tongue entered her rosy lips and tickled her; the man lay quiet, his prick pushed up into the tender girl to the fullest extent, and his manipulations of her rectum causing her to leap and twist in frenzy, impaled upon his noble cock; the sensitive membranes of her quim alternately squeezed and released the flesh of his ardent member.
But all things must end; the heat and passion of the inflamed Caroling soon had the effect of working the jaded man to a pitch where, during a violent series of movements, he was forced to give down his vital fluid; sensing, by his sudden movements, that he was spending, the girl reached her climax at the same time and they lay upon the bed in a frenzied, struggling mass as they mingled their love juice in one creamy shower.
Lying passive for a few moments, the lord's strength finally returned and he arose, wiped his tool upon the counterpane, and, kissing Caroline, returned to the bedroom.
He returned just in time to witness the finale between Marie and her husband. He had the beautiful girl on the floor; her knees and elbows resting on the carpet, he was drawn up close to her luxuriant arse, banging away with considerable gusto, his tool embedded in her glorious rectum.
As the lord entered the room, Marie was squirming and twisting violently; Montgomery then gave a vigorous lunge, sending his swollen and throbbing prick clear up to the hilt in her arse, and the floodgates of his prick opened, showering the lacerated interior with a copious deluge.
The tortured girl uttered a low moan and, as the lustful man finished, flopped to the floor in a half-faint. Roxboro gave a startled exclamation, fearing that perhaps in his excitement Montgomery had been a trifle too rough and ruptured the girl. Such was not the case, however; Marie recovered in a few moments and was then permitted to dress and depart for her own quarters, Roxboro telling her to sleep somewhat later than usual after her arduous labors of the previous night.
The two men, naked as they were, threw themselves upon the bed and were quickly asleep in a morning nap.
Caroline, whose senses had been more inflamed than satisfied by the recent bout with her uncle, feeling quite restless and excited, arose, bathed herself, and then, slipping a dressing gown over her nude body, stepped through the library and to her uncle's door. Peeping within, she espied the forms of the two sleeping naked men lying stretched upon the counterpane.
This was Caroline's first sight of Montgomery, and she gazed interestedly at him, lying thus stretched in full view. Between his legs was a patch of dark hair, surmounting it a now soft, flaccid tool which, in spite of its general debility, was of generous size and gave promise of great things when erect and stiff. Standing in the doorway, she compared the two men: Roxboro beginning to show signs of age and dissipation; his member, although quite large, not nearly so well formed as that of the younger man who lay there in the glory of youth. Montgomery was a well-formed chap and as she gazed at his nude form, the girl was overcome with desire, which overcame her caution. Stepping quietly to the bedside, she examined closely this handsome stranger, inspecting his splendid pego at which she gazed with delight. Surely this was a pounder of pounders; it would be dear to any girl's heart and a delight to any girl's cunt; it looked so well formed and huge, even in its flaccid state, she knew that under the throes of passion, stimulated by a handsome, fiery girl, it would attain proportions of the most astounding size.
She bent closer, venturing to touch the tip of it with one of her dainty fingers, and emboldened, she carefully lifted the head between her thumb and index finger, high above its soft, bushy nest.
Inspecting it closely and ardently, she thought, Surely there was never such another member as this-so soft, so white and so finely molded; what touch, what fire! She bent her head and brought the tip of the massive organ to her lips.
Closing her eyes, she thrust forth her velvet sensitive tongue and, passing its strawberry tip in between the foreskin and the head of this delicious morsel, allowed her electric tongue-tip to titillate the pink head.
Her tongue once pressed against this magnetic pulse, she slowly allowed the full head to slip into her mouth, and gently holding it between her teeth, she passed her tongue in little shocking waves over its glowing head.
You may be sure that Montgomery, although still fast asleep, responded quickly to these endearments and the now excited girl felt the tool slowly swelling within the hot confines of her mouth. Soon it was as stiff as a bar of iron and she tongued and drew upon it as though to draw out the very soul of its possessor.
Montgomery, exhausted as he was, slowly awoke under the lovely girl's caresses and, giving a little start of surprise, caused Caroline to look up in fright. Seeing his handsome eyes fixed upon her face, she removed his sweet dart from between her lips and, slowly frigging it in one of her tiny hands, placed a finger on her lips to warn him against making any remarks.
Montgomery, arising from the bed, took care to make no noise that would awaken the sleeping lord. He allowed the lovely girl to conduct him to the confines of her own room, leading him thereto by the grasp of her fair hand upon his now rampant rod.
He looked with amazement at the feminine surroundings, and upon Caroline's carefully closing the door and giving his rod a few loving, vigorous squeezes, he took the girl into his arms. Pressing hot, moist kisses upon her trembling rosebud lips, he rummaged about her thinly clad person and, searching out her girlish slit, placed his forefinger on her secret charm, and with a few sensual rubs had it as hard as a billiard ball!
Caroline snuggled up closely to her companion, his yard still throbbing between her fingers and, opening wide her palpitating thighs, allowed him to do as he wished with her nude secret parts.
He lost no time in coming into action, and suddenly seizing the girl and throwing her backward upon the bed, with one bound he mounted her and his hard cylinder was banging for admittance to her coral gate!
“So big!” murmured Caroline. “I fear you will split me wide open if you should try to put all of that terrible thing up into me!” Nevertheless she spread her legs wide and, with her beautiful bare arms about the muscular buttocks of her ravisher, sought to impale him within her.
Montgomery, lifting himself upon her form, gave a few cruel shoves, each drive forcing the body of his rammer a few more inches up into her distended cleft; despite the pain caused by this disproportionate insertion, Caroline only gritted her teeth and sought not to let a cry escape her, through fear of awakening her uncle.
A faint groan issuing from between her tightly clenched teeth, and a grunt from Montgomery, however, told of the final sheathing of his rod. This accomplished, he started that regular grinding motion of his buttocks that caused his staff to slip slowly in and out of her, and Caroline, filled to repletion with his massive cock, wiggled and threshed beneath him as though in the midst of an active sensual dance.
The delights released through the quivering nerves of her sexual parts by the pulsations of this enormous pounder caused her to gasp for breath; in a few convulsive spurts she showered down upon this bold intruder of her dainty person a veritable rain of sexual dew. This opening and closing of her quivering slit, combined with the shower of hot balm, so aided the enemy's efforts that Montgomery had no difficulty in ensheathing within her his entire prick, to the very root, his pubic hair mingling with the girl's tawny tresses.
Now that he was fully within her, he glued his lips to hers and seizing one of her tender breasts in his hand, he pounded away and sought, as it were, to attempt by his shoves to reach with the head of his prong her very leaping heart.
The excited girl responded valiantly to this vigorous male assault, and Montgomery, allowing his hands to slide down to the rear of her plump buttocks, sought out with an inquisitive finger her diminutive rear hole. The sudden touch of his finger within this secret retreat affected the girl like the shock of an electric battery, causing her to leap about and moan like a woman possessed!
With six or seven quick, hard drives, he shot his load into her convulsive slit; tumbling and tossing about her sodden nervous membranes and banging her womb from side to side again brought the fair girl to the dissolving point, and she nervously showered down her charge and then lay back upon the pillows in a delirious swoon of repleted passion!
Thus they lay for a few minutes. But Montgomery, so immensely pleased by this scene of girlish delight so freely offered, without removing that magnetic gristle, soon began to slowly renew his passion-laden movements, and the girl, returning to her senses, found herself again swimming in a sensual sea of heavenly bliss; before arising, he had again poured into her quivering vitals another vast deluge of his hot sperm.
“Please don't say anything to uncle about this, will you?” said the girl into the ear of the man who lay upon her, his gigantic phallus still embedded within her. “I wouldn't have him know about this for anything. I hope you will be a true gentleman and that I can trust you to protect me; although my actions with you have been what might seem rather forward and indecent, I assure you that I am not what you would imagine.”
“I understand, sweetest of all girls,” replied Montgomery, sealing her lips with a tender caress. “Your uncle, as you call him, will know nothing of what has happened; I have no plans of informing him of our little party.”
With many mutual pettings and caresses, the happy pair finally parted, Montgomery to the bed from which he had but lately been led, and Caroline to the bath to cleanse herself of the results of her recent fray.
Caroline soon completed her toilet, dressed herself, and descended to the dining room, where she partook of breakfast. She was soon joined by her uncle, who had awakened and dressed, with the aid of his new valet, Montgomery.
After breakfast, he excused himself, saying that he was still rather tired and had some matters to attend to in the library.
Caroline went out into the grounds in search of Freda, the younger girl having been up and about for some time.
Freda was engaged in watching the fish disporting themselves in the large lake. Perceiving Caroline approaching, she quickly ran to her and kissed her affectionately.
“Oh, Carrie, what were the screams that I heard last evening? Won't you tell me? Was it you who was screaming in the library? What made all the noise? I also heard some men talking; was someone else in there with uncle? Sit down, Carrie, and tell me all about it, won't you? There's a dear?”
“Freda!” reproved Caroline in a stem tone. “You know quite well you are not to manifest any curiosity at anything of what happened last night! As for me, I know nothing at all about it, anyway. Now, don't pester me anymore.”
Freda pouted, but held her peace. She secretly resolved to search out her uncle and try to worm out of him the details of the excitement of the previous evening. So, changing the subject, she remarked:
“Oh, Carrie, come with me. I have just had an idea for a good adventure. I just saw two of the handsomest boys going along the road out there; they had fishing poles on their shoulders and I bet they are going down the river to fish, so if you and I would just casually walk over there, we might strike up a flirtation with them and have no end of fun! They are awfully handsome boys!”
“No, Freda!” replied Caroline, rising to her feet. “You know quite well we shouldn't do anything of that kind while we are staying with uncle! Besides, you know uncle is saving you for himself; he wants to be the first one to give you experience in what you seem to consider so important.”
“Well, it must be important,” replied Freda. “You know yourself, Carrie, when uncle put his thing-his prick into you when we were in the sitting room, you looked like you were about to faint with pleasure and I am sure that if it affects you like that, that I will get as much pleasure out of the act as you seem to, even if I am younger.
“And besides, the girls at school talked about how much pleasure it is, and those that have had it done to them, that have been fucked, told me that the act almost sets them crazy with pleasure. I am just dying to do it; I can't understand why uncle, although he puts it into you so often, never puts it into me! Carrie, be a good sister; can't you use your persuasion to get him to do it to me; I am sure we would both enjoy it.”
“No, my dear, I will not be a party to your seduction; I can't prevent it but I am not going to assist in it. Your mind seems to be made up to achieve your own rain; I am not going to try to stop you, but so far as asking uncle to ravish you now, you may as well make up your mind I won't have any part in it.
“I warn you, my dear, you will live to regret the day you lost your virginity; you think when you are opened up by a man's tool you will enjoy all the ecstasy of Heaven, but I tell you frankly: if I still possessed my virginity; I would be the happiest girl in the world! If we are fortunate enough to get married, we are going to shed a lot of bitter tears at having lost our maidenheads.”
“Oh, bother marriage,” cried the irrepressible Freda. “Besides, what man has a right to expect a girl to be so pure; they certainly don't keep themselves any too pure for us women, do they?”
“Oh, no, I suppose not, my dear, but that is different; that seems to be a man's prerogative,” sighed Caroline. “Let's not discuss it any longer; I think I shall lie down here and try to snatch a little nap.” Reclining on the soft greensward, her senses began to leave her and she dozed. Suddenly she sensed that she was alone; sitting up, she spied the nimble Freda full tilt on her way toward the river.
“Freda!” she cried. “Come back here this minute; if you go down there by that river with those boys, I shall run and tell uncle immediately!”
“Oh, fudge,” replied Freda. “You are an old tattletale- but, Miss Smarty, if you tell uncle about me don't think I won't let him know about a certain Carl!” With a spiteful laugh, she started on a run toward the river.
Caroline, knowing that remonstrance was useless, rose to her feet and set out after the flying child. Arriving at the riverbank, she looked about and soon spied Freda crouched down behind a clump of bushes at the edge of the water.
“What are you doing?” cried Caroline.
“Oh, come quick. Look, look!” cried Freda, pointing to the middle of the river. “See, they are in swimming; they have all their clothes off. Their clothes are lying there on the bank, see?” cried the excited Freda.
Sure enough, glancing out to the middle of the stream, Caroline beheld two youths merrily disporting themselves in the cool water. Apparently tired of fishing, they had decided to go swimming instead and, thinking themselves unobserved, had taken to the water au naturel.
“Come away from here, young lady,” sharply remarked Caroline, although she herself was considerably moved by the sight of the handsome young men thus playing in the water; their leapings and friskings about occasionally gave the interested young ladies on the bank a sight of their pendent members, shrunken and shriveled as they were by the watery contact.
Caroline would brook no opposition by the stubborn Freda, but dragged her hence. “Suppose those boys should see us, silly?” she remarked. “Or suppose uncle or one of the servants would find us here, peeping at two naked boys! Why, we would be shamed to death! Let us go back to the garden immediately.” And dragging the reluctant Freda behind her, Caroline made her way back to the lake and sank down beside it on the grass.
As the two girls reclined on the green velvety lawn, they were approached by Montgomery, who had come into the garden for a breath of air. Caroline felt a blush mantling her cheeks as she remembered the incidents connected with her first meeting with the young man; a thrill shot through her as she thought of the length and thickness of his manly rod, now concealed beneath his clothing.
Approaching the two girls, he introduced himself, saying, “My name is Montgomery; I am Lord Roxboro's new valet and I presume you are his two lovely nieces.”
“We are,” replied Freda, in a matter-of-fact tone, although giving the prepossessing young man a close scrutiny, as in fact she did all men. “This is my sister, Caroline. We hope you like it here.”
“I was just walking about the grounds to familiarize myself with the place,” remarked Montgomery. “His lordship is asleep in the library and I have a few minutes time.”
“Perhaps you would like for us to walk around with you,” replied Caroline with an arch look.
“Oh,” replied he, “I am sure I would enjoy that immensely.”
Thereupon the three started out and made a tour of the grounds, Caroline carefully avoiding the river where the two boys were bathing.
In following out one of the paths, they came to the edge of the estate. Caroline, advancing to the edge of the depression, peered over, and Montgomery, as though fearing she might slip and fall over the edge, placed a restraining arm about her waist and pressed her to him as though to protect her from a fall.
Freda, all eyes, advanced to the very edge of the ravine and Montgomery, of course, encircled her slight waist with his other arm. The child leaned heavily against this protecting and comforting embrace, and Montgomery, drawing both of the girls back, cautioned them not to lean over such a depth.
“One slip,” he warned seriously, “and you would be dashed to the depths below! I am sure your uncle would be very vexed should he know in what manner you exercise your curiosity, and for your own safety I recommend that you observe the view from a safer vantage point.”
“Oh, bother uncle,” cried Freda crossly, now that the strong arm of the protecting male was removed from her body. “I am sure, Montgomery, that you will not be a tattletale and tell uncle what we are up to! I am sure if we want to do something, we can take care of ourselves!” and with this the minx gave Montgomery a rather roguish look.
“Oh, never fear,” replied Montgomery. “I am not going to tell your uncle on you; but this place is dangerous and surely there must be other points of interest which will stand inspection.”
Caroline remarked, “I understand there are some caves in the cliff below, which are full of stalactites and are said to be very beautiful; I should like very much to explore them, if it is possible. Uncle was telling me about them the other day.”
“Oh, fine!” cried Freda. “Let's do so immediately; we can climb down here and go and see the caves.”
Montgomery, however, vetoed the suggestion. “I fear you are too hasty, young lady. In the first place, your uncle probably wouldn't approve, and you are hardly dressed to go exploring caves. Furthermore, we should probably need some lights or candles as it isn't likely there would be enough light in the caves to see anything, so we will have to make some preparations and also gain your uncle's consent before we could make such an excursion.”
“Oh,” said Caroline, somewhat stirred by the suggestion that the caves might be dark, “I don't think we need arouse uncle; perhaps we could go and change our clothing and you, Montgomery, could procure some candles. We will meet here in fifteen minutes and then we can do our exploring; I am sure uncle wouldn't mind, and besides, we don't want to waken uncle simply to ask his permission.”
Accordingly, the two girls departed for the house, and in about fifteen minutes returned, dressed in outing clothes of rough tweed, although still retaining their silken stockings. Meanwhile Montgomery had procured a supply of candles and some rope and awaited the girls at the edge of the precipice.
The trio started out in search of a path by which to descend to the bottom. At length they perceived a spot that promised a means of descent to the bottom of the gulf. Montgomery led the way down, slipping and sliding at times, but without any great danger of falling, occasionally turning to warn the two girls when negotiating some particularly rough or stony spot. His solicitude was not entirely for the girl's safety, although that was real enough; but in addition, by keeping his eye on the two maidens who were following him down the steep declivity, he was frequently rewarded with glimpses of secret feminine charms as the two lassies clambered downward over the sharp rocks; Caroline's slit drawers frequently revealed a delightful vista of her mossy cleft while Freda, although wearing closed drawers, revealed her underclothing stretched to the bursting point by the soft flesh of her plump posterior and lovely thighs.
At length the trio reached the bottom of the ravine, through which flowed a tiny brooklet. Walking a few steps, they noted a hole in the precipice, which seemed to be the entrance to one of the caves they were seeking.
Climbing up to the entrance, they peered within but could see nothing but inky darkness. “Perhaps I had better do a little exploring before you venture in,” remarked Montgomery; so, bidding the girls await his return, he lit a candle and stepped into the cave. In a moment the light of his candle was blotted out in the darkness, he having apparently passed beyond a comer. In a few moments he returned, however, announcing that everything seemed to be all right, and furnishing the girls with lighted candles, he led the way into the grotto.
Freda, impatient as usual, was for rushing into the darkness of the cave, but was restrained by Montgomery, who warned her she might either fall and hurt herself, or perhaps plunge into some crevice or abyss in the floor of the cavern.
However, his prick was stirring in his trousers, and seeing an opportunity for a little pleasure, after warning Freda to be extremely careful as to where she walked, he permitted her to go on ahead, he and Caroline following more slowly.
Caroline quickly noted an opportunity for some excitement, her randy nature excited by the surrounding darkness and privacy of their surroundings, and feared no interruption from the inquisitive Freda, who was too interested in the mysteries of her excursion; her hand reached over to the front of Montgomery's trousers and, as she had expected, immediately grasped his hard, stiff rammer, which had been knocking at the restraining clothing for several minutes. She quickly unbuttoned the front of the man's clothing, and his great tool leaped out, rampant and throbbing. Her fingers closed about it and she began to frig it back and forth, uncapping the bursting red head, the hot touch of her eager fingers thrilling the man to his core. His own hand slipped up behind the girl, lifting her dresses, his fingers caressing her buttocks. Spreading her legs widely apart, Caroline stood, permitting his busy fingers to explore and titillate her burning cleft while she tightly clutched and worked the skin back and forth on his raging prick.
Noting to one side a sort of bench of rock, Montgomery guided the half-fainting girl to it, and in spite of her halfhearted protestations that surely Freda would return and catch them red-handed, he leaned the lustful girl upon it in a sort of half-sitting, half-lying position; then, presenting the enormous head of his cock to her hot sheath, with one fierce drive he pierced her to the utmost.
Caroline, now thoroughly aroused, gave herself up to her lust and, almost bereft of reason by the size and vigor of his manly weapon, twisted and squirmed as though to break off with her quim that hot stick which pierced her so delightfully.
The fear that the young girl might return and catch them thus caused both parties to work rapidly and increased the delights of their stolen sweets, so with a few violent moves, they culminated in a spasm of lust. Just as Montgomery withdrew his slimy organ from the girl's body, they heard footsteps and knew that Freda had returned to find them. Hastily arranging their clothing, they assumed an innocent attitude, gazing at the surrounding scenery and when Freda at length reached them, she suspected nothing of their little adventure.
“Where have you been, Freda?” queried Montgomery. “Really, you must stay closer to us; we were beginning to be a little worried; we called to you and received no answer; now, don't get so far ahead again. Here, you had better walk alongside of me so I can watch out for you.”
Thus, Montgomery and Freda in front, Caroline trailing along behind, they proceeded through the cavern, stopping occasionally to survey some particularly beautiful or interesting formation. Caroline's condition was hardly comfortable; her parts were covered with the slimy secretion placed there by Montgomery, so in a few minutes she dropped back behind the others, and permitting them to pass beyond a turn in the path, she stuck her candle upon a jutting rock and with her handkerchief quickly made what repairs she could to her damaged toilet.
Montgomery, noting that Caroline had dropped behind and guessing the reason, imperceptibly hastened his step and hurried the child along with him until, feeling sure that some distance separated himself and Freda from Caroline, he whispered to the child that he had something important to communicate to her.
“When we are ready to leave, I want you to drop behind-! not very far, but just inside the mouth of the cave; then when Caroline and I are outside, I will miss you and will return to hunt for you. Blow your candle out; you will be able to see me when I approach, but if Caroline should come along, you can say your candle went out and you got lost. I will return for you immediately, so don't be frightened by the darkness.”
“What do you want to tell me?” queried the ever-curious Freda.
“Well, you'll find out when the time comes; but I will say this: I am going to give you some loving and squeeze your little rump, you little rascal!” With that, he gave her plump little bottom a few caresses and his hand strayed over the front of her body, feeling her tight little slit through her panties.
At this time the wavering light of a candle approaching showed that Caroline was coming up, so the two fell into an animated discussion of the beauties of the cavern. Caroline had her own thoughts, but said nothing; she appreciated that Montgomery would restrain from nothing where women were concerned, but an accusation would only be met with scornful denial by both the salacious Freda and the libidinous Montgomery, so Caroline merely held her peace.
The three walked about in the cave for some time until, having thoroughly investigated its beauties, they started back for the outer world. Montgomery, walking with Caroline in the front of the little party, kept her interested in a running tide of conversation, so she paid no heed to the fact that Freda was following along far behind them. Arriving at the portal of the cave, she turned and noted that Freda was not in sight and immediately became alarmed.
Montgomery, however, quieted her, stating that he would return and find the missing child. Caroline was all for returning also, but was deterred by Montgomery, who advised that she remain on the outside. “You know, oftentimes these caves have passages that lead off for great distances; they are perfect labyrinths and it is quite easy to become lost therein. Our supply of candles is low; I will return to the cave and hunt for Freda; if she hasn't strayed too far, I will be back immediately; if, however, it happens that she has gotten lost, I may have some difficulty in finding her and if my candles run out, I would be just as badly lost as she is; therefore, do you remain outside and if we haven't returned by the end of an hour or so, you will secure help to search for us. I don't say this to alarm you and you needn't be worried, but I want to guard against any possibility of danger, so I will return to the cave and you remain outside. I am quite sure I will be back with Freda in a minute or two. She surely cannot have gotten very far in the short time since she was with us.” This speech by the wily Montgomery greatly perturbed Caroline, but there was nothing to do but contain herself and await the return of the two. Consequently, she seated herself on a stone at the entrance to the cave, while the man proceeded on his search for the missing Freda.
Shouting loudly, he proceeded down the main passageway, and soon his candle was blotted out as he passed one of the numerous angles of the crooked path. Caroline could hear his voice loudly calling for Freda to answer him; gradually the shouts grew dimmer and dimmer and finally she could hear nothing; composing herself to wait and endure as best she might the anxiety caused by the child's disappearance, she restlessly sat twisting her handkerchief nervously.
Montgomery, that clever rascal, upon entering the cave shouted Freda's name quite loudly. Although she was only a few feet back in the cave, the child held her peace. Soon Montgomery discovered her there, but continued to shout, gradually lessening the volume as though walking farther from the entrance, and finally ceased altogether. The two grinned at each other in appreciation of the way they were fooling Caroline with this playacting.
The man lost no time. Placing his candle on an outjutting point of rock, he seated himself oh a large piece of stalactite that had fallen from the roof and, drawing the child to him, rained his hot kisses on her face and neck. Freda, in view of the man's promise to love her when he returned, had worked herself into a frenzy of childish lasciviousness, and she now yielded herself to the man's caresses, returning the kisses, pressing her body close to him, and squeezing him as tightly as her childish strength would permit.
In spite of his amorous adventures of the morning, which would have sapped the strength of an ordinary man, the sensual Montgomery was highly excited by the contact with this fair child. His prick once more stood rigid and stiff, pushing up his clothing. His hands explored the person of the child, molding and squeezing her softly rounded little buttocks, her scarcely formed breasts and her maidenly quim; she responded to all his overtures, her tiny hand seeking his prick, which she squeezed in ecstasy. Unbuttoning his trousers, she yanked it forth and stood amazed, looking at its enormous size and vigor, her hand played with its gigantic staff as she stood quivering, her legs widely spread to permit the fingerings of the maddened Montgomery, her body quivering and burning with passion. The man unbuttoned the little panties at the waist and slid the garment down about her feet; the child stepped out of it and Montgomery, raising her skirts, gazed at that maiden slit and the white flesh of her thighs and belly. Inserting his finger into her cunt, he attempted to push it up into her, but was much surprised when he encountered an obstacle.
“Well, my God!” quoth he. “Don't tell me you are still a virgin?”
“Why, yes,” replied Freda. “That is, I never had anything put in there, if that is what you mean.”
“Why, you little devil. From the way you act, I thought you had been fucked plenty, young as you are, and here I find you are still a greenhorn! Well, strike me pink!” And he seemed overcome at the idea.
Drawing the child to him, he had her sit down slowly on his prick. He had great difficulty in restraining himself from jamming her down upon the object, thus opening her cunt and ruining her virginity, but he knew well that if he attempted such a trick he would probably seriously injure the tender child; her little quim would hardly entertain such an engine as his monster bolus without very serious consequences, and although he had no conscience and was half-mad with passion, he feared to take such a dangerous course. However, he had the child sit upon it, rubbing back and forth; had the choice been left to her, she undoubtedly would have impaled herself upon that huge stake for she was in a state of mind which would reckon little of pain or injury if she could only once fill that itching, throbbing spot with a morsel of male flesh; however, Montgomery, realizing the girl's state, restrained her from such an act. His passion mounted and mounted, and in an effort to gain relief, he suddenly shifted the child to a kneeling position. “Now, my dear, just take that in your mouth; there's a good girl.”
“Oh, bother!” cried Freda. “Aren't you going to do anything for me? Do I have to take it in my mouth? Why don't you put it into me? Honestly, I could stand it, big as it is; I'll bet I could take the whole thing, I know I could.”
Montgomery laughed. “Not now, young lady; I would probably split you wide open; be patient, after a while maybe, but not now. Just take him in your mouth; there's a good girl!” Grasping the child by the head, he pushed her face down toward his throbbing cock.
Freda was plainly much disappointed; however, she was a willing worker and, placing her ruby lips over the ready victim, attempted to take it into her mouth; it was too large, however, and she could barely, by stretching her jaws to the utmost, encompass the fiery head of his monster tool. With her little pink tongue she tickled the tender tissues and, keyed up as he was by the dalliance with the child, Montgomery waited but a few moments, enjoying the playing of her tongue upon his prick and the sucking motion of her childish mouth; suddenly grasping her by her curls, he pulled her head toward him and at the same time rammed his instrument into her mouth as far as it would go and a hot jet of sperm leaped into the child's throat, filling it and spilling out the comers of her mouth as she strangled and coughed at this unexpected drenching of her throat with the sticky fluid. A few sharp movements and the man fell back, releasing the child, who immediately spat out the remainder of the fluid that she had not already swallowed.
In a moment they recovered; Montgomery cleaned the girl's parts and helped her put on her undergarments; then they proceeded to the entrance to the cave, where they came upon the anxious Caroline, nearly frantic with worry and anxiety. Seizing the errant Freda, she hugged and kissed her, scolding her for getting lost, her own eyes filled with tears of relief.
The three then made their way back to the manor, where they found the lord had arisen and was seated on the veranda, awaiting their return.
Luncheon was soon served, and after chatting for a time in the living room, Roxboro announced that he had received a summons to visit his solicitors in regard to some business. Soon the carriage drove up to the door and Roxboro was driven off to town, gone for the afternoon.
The two girls, somewhat tired after their morning's adventures, retired to their room. Montgomery, having discovered a buxom dairymaid on the place who had attracted his attention, was busy in laying siege to the fair damsel and would be occupied for some time.'
Marie, after her brutal treatment of the previous night, was still abed, a mass of welts and bruises.
Consequently, the two girls had the upper part of the house to themselves. Freda retired to her room, where she removed her clothing, bathed herself, and, donning a kimono, went to Caroline's door and knocked. Caroline answered and opened the door; she stood naked and wet, having been engaged in bathing when Freda appeared. The child went to Caroline's bed and threw herself upon it where she lay resting until Caroline had finished bathing and making her toilet. This done, she donned a light negligee and came over and lay beside her younger sister for a rest.
As she lay down, the fiery Freda lifted her robe above her waist and began to rub her hand up and down Caroline's white thighs and between her legs, tickling and caressing her golden mount of Venus and the pink lips of her cunt; her own kimono fell open and the child pressed her naked body close to her sister's.
“Why, Freda, how hot you are! Have you a fever? Are you ill?”
“Oh, no,” replied Freda, “I just took a hot bath; I guess that's why I may be a little warm.”
The randy Caroline's face began to flush under the ministrations of her younger sister; her limbs spread more widely apart to permit the tiny hand to explore and caress her hot and lustful pussy.
Caroline was of such a lascivious nature that she responded immediately to any overtures, either male or female, and without wishing to encourage the younger girl, she nonetheless did nothing to discourage her but lay gently moving from side to side as the enterprising Freda caressed those sensitive parts.
Freda, the little vixen, was not entirely unselfish in her ministrations. She greatly wished some relief from the sensations that were troubling her and assumed rightly that the best way to get some attention for herself was to excite Caroline sufficiently to accomplish her fell purpose; consequently, she slowly and carefully worked her older sister up to a point which she considered sufficient for her purpose, then suddenly arose and climbed over the prostrate Caroline, her legs spread out and her own little pink quim directly in front of Caroline's face; Freda's head plunged between the now thoroughly aroused Caroline's legs and her face was buried in the golden tawny hair of the older girl's quim!
Caroline did not disappoint her; as Freda's tongue darted into the hot, moist slit, she felt the marvelous sensation of a burning tongue-tip sliding up and down her own parts-with quick, sharp movements the two passionate girls worked on each other until with a series of convulsive movements they reached their climax together; then they relaxed, side by side, clasped in each other's arms as their blood slowly cooled.
Toward evening Roxboro returned; upon repairing to his library, he found Montgomery sound asleep in a chair in the comer; the young man had had a busy day and night and was snatching forty winks of sleep against whatever activities this evening might produce.
Roxboro busied himself with some matters for a few minutes; his movements finally awakened the sleeping valet, who quickly leaped to his feet with an apology for having fallen asleep. “You see, my lord,” he explained readily, “I haven't been here long enough to find out just what work you wish me to do, so not having any chores at hand, I was simply awaiting your return.”
“That is quite all right,” replied Roxboro. “If I have work for you, I will advise you of it beforehand; tomorrow I will instruct you in your duties. By the way, while we have an opportunity to bring the matter up, I notice you have gotten yourself acquainted with my two nieces. Now, let me impress on your mind, Montgomery: any of the womenfolk around here that you want to chase after, you are at liberty to go as far as you can get, but my nieces are my own private property; no poaching, understand me? Keep your hands off them; they are not for such as you and if I catch you in any affair involving either of those girls, it will be the worse for you. Do you understand me?”
“Oh, quite so, my lord,” replied the respectful Montgomery. “I wouldn't dare raise my eyes so high, my lord; I appreciate my position and will not presume in any way.” To himself he smiled, thinking of the events of the morning and wondering what this haughty lord would do or say were he to hear the full particulars of those affairs between Montgomery and his nieces.
“Very well, then; I don't want to have to mention the matter again; hands off and everything will be all right.
“You will note, Montgomery, I have quite a library here. Now, in this bookcase over here, which I keep locked, is a very large collection of erotic books-that is, books on the subject of love, etc. It will be worth your while to delve into them a little; you may find some suggestions that will be helpful to me later when we are indulging in our pleasures. So when you have a few minutes, be sure to look at some of the pictures and read some of the books that you will find there. You will find the key in this small drawer in my secretary,” he added, pointing out the hiding place to the valet.
“Montgomery,” he went on, “I would like for you to tell me some of the practices you have indulged in; you seem to have a rather good invention in the matter of lovemaking, and I am curious to hear some of your notions along that line. What type of woman do you prefer, and what methods do you use in indulging yourself with your paramours?”
“Well, sir,” replied the servant, “I must confess-although it may seem rather strange to your lordship and I rather hesitate to mention it-that all of the women I have ever encountered, no matter how lustful, no matter how young, how beautifully formed, how expert in the art of love, if I were to have my choice of partners in the business of fucking, I would prefer the company of a fresh, young lusty boy!”
“Impossible!” ejaculated the startled Roxboro, sitting suddenly upright in his chair at this amazing confession. “You dare sit there and try to tell me you would select a boy rather than a girl! I am certainly surprised to say the least; for a man of your intelligence and talents it is simply preposterous! I know that the ancient Greeks and Romans-in fact, even the modem Indians, Chinese, Greeks, and others indulge in that pastime, but I am surprised to hear a grown man, and an Englishman, admit any such preference!”
“Well, sir,” replied Montgomery, no whit abashed by the astounded lord's reproof, “I have experienced both forms of pleasure, and I must say in all truthfulness that to bugger a strong boy, to push your prick into his tight arsehole while you grasp his ballocks and stiff cockshaft in your hands is a delight that savors of paradise itself!
“As your lordship says, the Greeks and Romans and others preferred that form of amusement; it is common enough in armies, in prisons, in institutions where women are not permitted; isolated men in all parts of the world are driven to it through lack of women and soon become converted to it; I understand that in parts of India the law insists that women wear clothing exposing the breasts in an effort to attract the menfolk and wean them from the practice of sodomy with men.
“In Wyoming, where I spent some time as a youth, the cowboys indulged in it; the Indians of America have long practiced it; it is common enough on shipboard and all navies recognize it.”
“That may be true,” replied Lord Roxboro. “I could understand such things where men are gathered with but few women, such as on shipboard or in prison, but the thought of indulging in such an act in a country like England where, as a matter of fact, the women outnumber the men and are so easy to get; I simply cannot conceive of it unless-” and here he glanced sharply at Montgomery-“a person is one of those individuals who has been so scurvily treated by Mother Nature as to be what we call an urning, or a person with a bisexual nature, partly man and partly woman, at least in temperament.”
Montgomery laughed. “Oh, no, my lord, nothing of that sort. I am masculine enough, as your lordship should well know by now; you have seen me in action. I am fond enough of the gentler sex and am not feminine myself in any way-that is not exactly the idea.
“Furthermore, your lordship, I have only mentioned the active side of it: the performance of the role of rider, you might say-he who inserts the rod and does the pushing.
“Now, on the other side of the picture: the passive member of the two. Has your lordship ever considered what a thrill it would be to enact the part of the woman; to be able to receive the attentions of a lusty male; to be able to more fully understand the reactions of the delightful weaker sex; to feel entering your body through that sensitive portal, the rigid, hard, thick shaft of a powerful male? You can hardly understand such a delightful proposition, my Lord, unless you have tried it. Ah, I tell you, sir, there is the thrill of thrills!” cried the lustful Montgomery, his face red and his eyes sparkling with the very notion of such delights.
“Well, that may be all true enough,” replied Roxboro, “but I confess I cannot share your enthusiasm. For example, if I were this minute in bed, flanked, let us say, on one side by your charming wife, and on the other by Carl, the stableboy there would not be a moment's hesitation as to which I would choose, and you may be assured as to that. You, Montgomery, may have your boys; I shall continue to depend upon the girls for my pleasure!”
“Oh, quite true, my lord,” replied Montgomery. “Your lordship goes ahead too fast. I admit all the pleasures of dealing with women-that is proved by the fact that I am married. But for an occasional change of fare, as a novelty, if you please, it is unequaled. If your lordship ever experiences the pleasures I mention, either active or passive, I am sure you will agree with me!”
“I doubt it very much,” replied Roxboro, “but we are getting further and further from the subject. I am curious to know of your adventures. Suppose you relate some of the outstanding experiences in your life; I would greatly enjoy hearing them.”
“Oh, sir,” replied Montgomery, “I am afraid you would find it a boring repetition of fucking adventures, one pretty much like the other, with little change or diversion; simply a tiresome recital of women, etc., one after the other.”
“Oh, come now; surely a man of your wide experience, as much as you have traveled and as many women-and, I suppose, men-as you have had intercourse with, you surely must have had some experiences which stand out in your memory. Come, come, let me hear some of them.”
Lighting a cigar and passing one to his valet, Roxboro leaned back in his easy chair, prepared to listen to whatever recital Montgomery would see fit to regale him with. He expected something pretty racy, for Montgomery was a clever fellow, and he was not to be disappointed.
“Well, let me see,” pondered Montgomery, crossing his legs and lighting the excellent cigar Roxboro had just handed him. His eyes cast upward toward the ceiling; he seemed to be marshaling his memories together; presently he said, “The very thing! I will tell you of an experience I once had, which may be of interest to your lordship.”
“At one time,” began Montgomery, “when I was a young man I was employed by a shopkeeper, an unusually sensual man. Before long I had gotten into his good graces sufficiently so that we shared our love affairs in common. I lived with him in the rear of the store, and as we had similar ideas, if one of us was successful in seducing some neighborhood damsel, ere long it was arranged that the other should come in for his share.
“This man's shop was much like others with which your lordship is familiar: windows fronting on the street in which was displayed the ordinary line of merchandise, neither better nor worse than that of our neighbors.
“The basement of the store was a storage room; it extended out under the sidewalk, which was made of thick planks, between the spaces of which the light penetrated and through which spaces it was possible to see upward. It was our custom to spend a great deal of time underneath this sidewalk; from this vantage point we could see up under the skirts of any womenfolk that happened to be passing; frequently a damsel would stand in front of the shop, inspecting our goods in the windows, little suspecting that she herself was the object of what might be called a 'worm's-eye' inspection from below, which would probably have embarrassed her greatly were she aware of it. We had arranged boxes on which to sit and view the passersby and had a little code of signals arranged.
“While, for instance, I would be belowstairs keeping a weather eye cocked upward in search of prey, the old man would be behind the counter of the store. If some pretty bit should step and gaze into the window, I would survey her charms from below and if she appeared a tempting morsel, I would tap on the floor above me and the old man would take the proper steps to make a contact with the fair victim. In this way, many a tempting brand was snatched from the burning.
“The summertime was particularly appropriate for our little scheme; the ladies mostly wore light clothing that admitted the sunshine; their undergarments were thin and filmy at best and oftentimes in extremely hot weather they wore no undergarments at all!
“And here enters into the scene a lady, a beautiful damsel of some sixteen or seventeen years; after viewing her from below several times-her delicious form, clothed in her immaculate, scanty undergarments; her white flesh and darkly colored patch of hair; those shapely limbs, and charming dimpled buttocks-I would have given my very soul to possess her!
“But, alas; she was not to be had! She passed frequently, and sometimes stopped and gazed into our shopwindows at some trifle of feminine finery, etc. After I had gotten her oriented in my mind'-that is, after I had spotted her from below-I ran quickly up into the store to see the upper portion of this damsel who was so charming from below. I was mad about her. The old man made some unsuccessful efforts to interest her; I tried my hand, but she simply did not respond to any overtures. Coolly, indifferently, she ignored our attempts to talk to her in more than the friendly fashion of a shopkeeper to a customer. I tried all my wiles, to no avail. The old shopkeeper made sly hints about money, pretty clothes, this and that, but all hints were wasted and we finally felt we were defeated; that there was no chance to accomplish our desires.
“I trust your lordship will not doubt me when I tell him what followed. An idea had formed in my head as I sat upon my box down below, watching the secret charms of that vexing damsel; an idea so wild, so ridiculous, it seems now almost like one of those tales which I remember reading in a book called the Decameron a long time ago.
“Desperate that we were proceeding nowhere with the usual methods, I determined to use this wild method to accomplish my desires. The lack of response to our overtures on the part of the lady had whetted my appetite until to me she was the most desirable creature in the world; the old man, however, lost interest in her. He had, instead become quite partial to a certain serving girl in the vicinity who had been my sweetheart for some time but who had heretofore had nothing to do with the old man.
“My feelings got the better of me and one day I broached my plan to the old man. First he laughed at me, then waxed scornful; I begged his assistance, which I had to have to complete my plan, but he would have nothing to do with it. I begged, I cursed, I even threatened, but he claimed it was too dangerous; he would not enter into it. Finally I offered to let him enjoy the servant girl he so warmly desired if he would help me with my own scheme. This shot brought him down. He agreed to aid me in my own scheme, if I would arrange for him to fuck the servant girl first.
“But how to do it! The girl, although I had urged her on various occasions to give in to the old fellow, was adamant; she would have nothing to do with him.
“Finally I evolved a trap for her. Making an appointment with her, I asked her to present herself at the store the following evening, stating the old man would be absent on a visit to his relatives; I would have to mind the shop while he was gone, but would simply latch the door; she and I could retire to a place I had fixed up in the basement, have our pleasure, and if any customers desired entrance during our tilt, they could ring the night-bell and would be admitted, thus warning us.
“The girl was perfectly agreeable; she seemed to be in love with me, poor thing. Promptly at the time set, she arrived; I met her and conducted her below the stairs. In the back part of the basement the old man and I had arranged a soft couch on which we could conduct our amorous affairs, whisking a female downstairs from the store, accomplishing a fast fuck, and back upstairs again before you could wink your eye. The girl made no demur to this arrangement; in fact, she had had experience down there before on a couple of occasions.
“I fastened the latch, left the lights in the shop burning, and conducted my lady fair to the dark regions below, where I led her through the darkness to the couch. She immediately threw herself down, pulled up her skirts, and awaited my assault, which was not long in coming. I threw myself upon her, without, however, taking out my tool. I made violent love to her for a couple of minutes until she was well heated, then, apparently ready to begin action, remarked, 'My dear, I just simply must piss; I will be back in one minute.' Arising, I made off as though to go into the comer to pass water. The girl simply lay there, panting and excited, awaiting my return. However, what she did not know nor even surmise was that, contrary to the arrangement, instead of the old man being away, he was awaiting events in the background. I went to him, whispered all was ready; he then mounted the willing maiden and gave her what she wanted. She apparently did not notice the difference in spite of the fact that the old gentleman's weapon was hardly as large as mine. I imagine that in his heat he handled her so roughly she didn't notice the difference in size. At all events, she said nothing. When the couple had finished, the old man rose and stepped back; I quickly stepped in his place and put my arms around the still unsuspecting girl, who had started to rise.
“Oh, come, come; surely you are not satisfied with just one round!” I remarked, pushing her back upon the couch again. Although somewhat surprised, she was obviously pleased and prepared to receive me again. I was in fine fettle and hammered her good; then, escorting her upstairs, I kissed her good night, although she was somewhat loath to leave. She rather marveled at the power of a man to give her two good poundings in such rapid succession, and in fact quizzed me about it afterward; I simply explained that I was feeling unusually strong that night and she was so delightful, etc., etc.-your lordship knows the sort of gab.
“Well, having satisfied the old man's desire-in fact, we repeated the performance several times, with different damsels, seeing how easy it could be manipulated-it was up to him to aid me in my scheme.
“My idea was this: sawing out a couple of boards in front of one of our windows, I made a sort of trapdoor that would swing on hinges supported by a beam. Underneath this trapdoor I piled up some heavy packing cases, reaching almost to the sidewalk above.
“My plan, although wild, was simple. When the young lady was standing before the window, admiring the contents, I would release the trap; the old gentleman, standing in the doorway and seeing the girl fall, was to grab her immediately and hold her tight, though not being strong enough to lift her back to the firm ground. While thus suspended, halfway through the door, a couple of rascals whom I intended to hire to assist me were to grasp the lady's ankles, pulling her legs widely apart; myself, perched on top of the packing cases, would insert my tool within that lovely crack and after that, I cared not! I was so bewitched by the repeated viewing of those heavenly charms that I was willing to achieve my desires, and then let the devil take his due; even such an out-and-out rape as this in order to have her seemed justified!
“Carefully scheming and rehearsing, we finally perfected the details; at last all was ready and I was nearly frantic. The afternoon came-the girl usually passed our shop on what seemed to be an afternoon stroll, at about three o'clock. All was set-the shopkeeper lolled in the doorway; myself, my cock rampant and bared for action, lay on the packing case; the two rascals sat on other boxes beside me, wide grins on their faces as they contemplated the performance they were about to take part in.
“Soon my waiting was rewarded; my eye glued to a slit between the sidewalk boards, a feminine form stepped to the shopwindow and stood there, feet slightly apart, directly over my bulging eyes; I recognized the by-now-familiar proportions of the beautiful legs, white thighs and, between the lacy film of her drawers, the dark patch of hair on that darling quim. I tapped on the ceiling-the signal to the storekeeper- sprung the trap, and with a startled shriek the damsel's body came hurtling through the door. Her ankles were quickly seized by my two helpers; I advanced my now raging penis to the delightful cleft so invitingly spread before my eyes and, with a violent shove, embedded it in the delightful grotto of love. The girl's shrieks rent the air but she was powerless to struggle, gripped as she was by the two grinning confederates below and by my partner up above.
“A few sharp motions sufficed; my excitement was too much for me and in a shake I had spent. Telling my confederates to release the girl, I quickly buttoned my clothing, raced up the stairs and appeared at the front door, where I aided my ancient partner in extricating the girl from her predicament. She was so confused she hardly knew what was happening. A small knot of sympathetic onlookers had gathered. We took the girl into the shop, where we solicitously inquired whether she were injured. Gingerly feeling her limbs, she stated she seemed to be all right; if she realized what had happened to her lower parts she was too modest to mention it; although her face was a bright crimson, she said nothing of having been mistreated.
“From that time on, the maid discontinued her walks past our shop; at infrequent intervals I would see her on other streets, but she passed our place no more. Nothing was ever said, at least to me, about her experience; whether she related her troubles at home I do not know, but if it is so, I presume her people realized it would be next to impossible to prove a rape under such peculiar conditions, in plain sight of a half dozen people, so if they knew what had happened they at least made no fuss about it.
“A few months later I learned that the girl had crossed the Channel and was taking a 'rest' in France; I strongly suspect that I am the father of a child I have never seen, but that, of course, is only a suspicion.”
“Bravo!” cried Roxboro. “That was an ingenious scheme, but you are a lucky rascal indeed that you were able to perpetrate such an outrageous piece of villainy and go scot-free!”
“My lord,” said Montgomery, “I have a little scheme in mind, which I think will bring your lordship some amusement. I am acquainted with certain people in town, particularly a Mrs. Edwards, the guardian of a certain very beautiful young lady who is about to be married to a fellow named Trant. I have a plan which, with your lordship's permission, I shall try to put into effect. If your lordship will grant me some time off in which to perfect my plans and, incidentally, a few banknotes with which to take care of certain details, I shall endeavor to bring about something that I am sure will please you; that is, if you care to trust me with such a mission.”
“By all means,” replied Roxboro. “You may take what time you need. You are an ingenious devil, Montgomery, and I will leave the details up to you; I am expecting something which will be new and novel and highly entertaining; try not to disappoint me.”
“Very well, your lordship,” replied the crafty Montgomery. “If my plans go through, I think I can safely promise you some lively entertainment.”
With which he excused himself.