Well, here we are, Montgomery thought to himself, and stopping before the busy shop that bore the name of Trant over the door, he opened it and entered.
Proceeding directly back to the tiny office, he gently rapped and, upon being invited to enter, saluted the handsome young man at a desk and proffered a letter written by Lord Roxboro himself.
Mr. Trant (for that was who it was) opened the missive and after reading it rose to his feet and bowed to Montgomery and invited him to seat himself in a chair before the desk.
Montgomery sat down and, drawing out a cigar, offered one to his companion and proceeded at once to the subject that was on his mind.
“I suppose, Mr. Trant,” he started, “that you fully understand that Lord Roxboro considers you one of his best friends and in fact has had an eye upon you ever since you have started in business here.
“Lord Roxboro is of that type and likes to encourage others in business.
“I can assure you that affiliations once made with so powerful a man will lead you far in the business world.”
Trant was all at sea as to Montgomery's visit and murmuring thanks for his lordship's interest, he awaited further details of the emissary's call.
Montgomery, however, was in no hurry to conclude his task and, after critically examining the glowing cigar tip, continued in a voice so as not to be heard on the other side of the short partition that separated them from the shop proper:
“Lord Roxboro, as you are probably aware,” he said, “is one of the most wealthy and influential men in the district and from your contact with him in business you know that what he says is generally always done!
“Lord Roxboro is aware of your coming nuptials, and your connection with the family of Miss Hanscombe is looked upon by him with the greatest favor.
“By the way, Trant, what is Miss Hanscombe's Christian name, may I ask?”
“Grace,” answered Trant, looking hard at his self-possessed visitor and wondering what this talk would lead to.
“Well, well-Grace,” said Montgomery, rolling the name over in his mouth. “A pretty name, I must say.
“Well, Trant, as I have said before, Lord Roxboro takes an active interest in your affairs, and I being his confidant in all matters of this sort, happen to know… to know that at present you find your financial affairs at a low ebb. Am I right in this, Trant?”
“Oh, yes,” admitted Trant, thinking that at last he was seeing the dawn. “I am rather short of funds and I realize that his lordship has several of my notes on hand which were to be paid earlier and I assure you that at a very near date I will redeem them and I will no longer have to worry in regard to financial straits.”
“Ah,” said Montgomery significantly, “now we reach the crux of it.
“As you say, Trant, in a very short time you will have no reason to worry in regard to funds. If you will pardon my asking you a rather intimate question, is it not true that your conjunction with the fair Grace is expected to alleviate your worries in this particular quarter?”
Trant leaped to his feet at this and Montgomery, raising a restraining hand, begged him to reseat himself.
Realizing his predicament, the merchant slumped down in the chair and, bowing his head in his hands, bitterly admitted that Montgomery's guess was true.
“Well, then,” said the satisfied valet, “now that we have cleared that up, I hope that you will admit to me that your marriage with the fair Grace is based mostly upon the financial help that she will bring to you.
“In other words the money she brings is of far more interest to you than the passenger herself. Am I not right, Trant?”
“Not quite,” said Trant. “You seem to take a lot for granted, Mr. Montgomery, and I cannot see the sense of your subjecting me to a questioning on an affair that is usually left to one's own mind.
“I am in love with Grace and have proposed marriage to her. Our affairs are our own and outside interference, I think, is, entirely uncalled for.
“You, as a gentleman, should realize this and I cannot understand your motive in coming here and talking in this manner.”
“As you well know, Lord Roxboro, is in a position to help or harm you; it depends entirely upon yourself whether you adopt his friendship or forever incur his enmity.”
“Will you come to the point and say what you are here for?” asked Trant irritably.
“I will,” agreed Montgomery. “Lord Roxboro wishes to mark all of your notes 'Paid in full' and return them to you and to arrange for credit at the bank and to present you with a sum of money equal to that brought by your bride.
“Does that interest you, Trant?”
Trant almost fell from his chair at this proposition, and had to have Montgomery repeat it several times before he realized to the full that he was not dreaming.
“And what am I-and what am I to do to deserve this generosity upon the part of your master?” he asked suspiciously.
“It all concerns your affianced Grace,” said Montgomery simply.
“His lordship has seen the charming lady and as you probably know, Trant, there is an ancient custom among the nobles whereby one of noble blood has the privilege of claiming for his own any one of the subjects of his domain during the first night-that is to say, of course, the bride of any of the male subjects.
“That is it in a nutshell and Lord Roxboro-provided you accept his generous offer-is willing to do as I have said: upon your submitting your blushing wife to him for the first few hours of your married life, you will be substantially set for many years to come.
“Refuse and the nobleman will be terribly avenged. I venture to say that should you not see the logic of this plan, you will be destitute and penniless in another fortnight.”
Trant listened spellbound to the valet and could hardly believe his ears as he rose to his feet and strode about the small room that served him as an office.
“To be frank with you, Montgomery, I do not regard the proposition of your master in the way that you might have thought.
“In fact if it were not for Grace and her aunt and the publicity that might result, I would here and now allow her to sleep with that old roue and pocket my change like any procurer in the lane.
“However, Grace is a good girl and knows nothing of the ways of the world, and neither she nor her aunt would consent to what I personally consider a very liberal offer.”
“Do not worry about publicity,” assured Montgomery, “and as for her aunt and herself it is best that you allow me to handle that. Should you immediately after your marriage stop at the mansion of his lordship, what is a young and foolish girl like Grace going to do or say that will prevent you from achieving this golden opportunity?
“I assure you that I will arrange everything, and once within confines of Roxboro Manor, everything will be merry as a marriage bell.”
“But what would I say to Grace after a thing like that happened?
“I could never face her should I assist in such a dastardly plan that would result in the loss of her dearest possession, her honor!”
“Does she love you?” asked the practical Montgomery.
“Madly,” answered Trant. “You may think me exaggerating, but I know that the girl is head-over-heels in love with me, and I have not taken advantage of her in order to become more familiar with her.
“She is as innocent as a babe and, in such matters as sex, like a child unborn.
“But what you ask is a great trial to me. For while I wish to take advantage of his lordship's liberal offer, at the same time I must protect the name of myself and the woman with whom I am to live through life. You must readily see my quandary.”
“No one will know,” reassured Montgomery, “and think of what you will be able to do with the sums at hand!
“It will mean relief from financial worries! A happy and contented wife and all that any man can ask for.”
“All right,” said Trant suddenly. “You arrange the details and you may bear my word back to your master that I am in full agreement with his plan.”
“Congratulations!” cried Montgomery, seizing the young man by the hand and pumping it vigorously. “I suppose that you intend to take your bride on a honeymoon?”
“Yes,” said Trant. “We intend to go away for a week or so.”
“Well, you will make no change in your plan,” said the valet. “But when you leave the church, you will proceed directly to his lordship's house and I will see that he has a suitable repast awaiting you.
“There the little details of our pact may be carried out and I assure you, you need fear no interference from her aunt or others.”
This important part of his task concluded, Montgomery returned to the mansion and informed Roxboro that all arrangements had been made and together they performed a dance of jubilation about the library.
“When is the marriage to take place?” asked his lordship.
“The morning after tomorrow,” answered the valet. “You had better have everything in order as the bride knows nothing of it, and it may be-I may say, necessary, my lord (at this they both laughed)-to use a little persuasion in regard to our conquest of the blushing bride.”
“Is she pretty?” inquired his lordship, lifting his eyes to his agent.
“Pretty?” echoed Montgomery. “As pretty as a tender rose and as plump and as finely formed as a goddess of love.
“Oh my God, what ecstasy there is in store for you in enjoyment of all her perfect charms.
“What an idiot that man Trant must be to allow a charm like that to be wrested away from him for the sale of a few paltry pounds, and have the horns of cuckoldry hoisted high on his stupid forehead.”
“Human nature is a peculiar thing, Montgomery,” said Lord Roxboro, sagely wagging his head. “You little know how gold influences most of the emotions that men and women are subjected to.
“But this is no time for philosophy. It is best that we prepare for the scene that I am sure is going to be a lively act in the sensual drama that we are carrying on.”
The following day was a busy one for the servants and his lordship, reserving his strength for the treat to come, retired early to bed. Upon the day of the nuptials he was up early, dressed in his best manner, and ordered his coach procured. Accompanied by Montgomery, he rode to the church in which the ceremony was to take place.
The church was filled to overflowing and Lord Roxboro, when he glimpsed the pouting and blushing bride walking down the aisle on the arm of her aunt, accompanied by the man who had sold his future wife's most treasured possession, felt a lump rise in the vicinity of his thighs and, jolting Montgomery with his elbow, whispered in low tones to his companion of the wonderful charms of the blushing bride.
The marriage was short and Lord Roxboro, waiting with his coach, ushered the two newlyweds into its confines and they were whirled up the road to Roxboro Manor.
A trunk and a case were fastened to the back, and all thought that the kindly peer was merely giving the couple a lift to the station. But once before the large house, the driver stopped and the three entered, followed at a distance by Montgomery, and still clad in their bridal clothes, they proceeded to the dining room where a sumptuous meal had been laid in their honor.
Lord Roxboro tendered the bride the seat of honor at the head of the table, and seating himself on one side of her with her husband on the other, he waited until Caroline and Freda had seated themselves and then the meal began. There were jokes and merry quips and after the lunch, the servants all departed. Caroline and Freda, surmising that their presence was not needed, repaired to some other portion of the house.
This left his lordship, Trant, and Grace all alone and his lordship, patting the bride's cheeks, complimented Trant on his selection of a wife.
“She is indeed a pretty piece,” he said admiringly, “and you must at least allow me to kiss her as I did not do so at the church.”
“By all means,” said Trant rather hurriedly, fearing that Grace might object to his lordship's caresses. “Go ahead, my lord. I am sure that Grace will allow you, and it is more than your due, I feel quite sure.”
“Come,” said his lordship, rising to his feet and taking the girl by the hand. “Arise and allow me to salute those lovely lips that I have desired ever since I saw you first.”
“But why not kiss me as I sit?” queried Grace, looking from one to the other with surprised eyes. “I am sure, my lord, that it will not be necessary for me to stand, as I can kiss you just as well here.”
“Not a real kiss,” said Lord Roxboro jokingly, lifting her to her feet.
“Now, Grace, stand here.” Passing his arms about her waist, he pressed her back against the table and, allowing his hands to fall to her plump bottom, drew her by its cheeks abruptly to him; gluing his lips on her breathless mouth, he laid over her so that she was bent back over the table while he sucked her breath from her lips.
“Oh, oh,” said Grace, putting a hand up to push away his face. “You are so-so heavy, my lord. Allow me to rise, I beg you.” Trying to squirm from beneath him, her dresses became awry and his lordship, drawing back, secured a good glimpse of her well-shaped legs and knee.
Grace straightened her flowered crown on her head and smoothed her dresses. Her face was rather flushed as she took her husband's hand in hers and looked searchingly into his face.
“Let us go, dear,” she breathed to him. “We have overstayed our visit and as we have many places to go and I am awfully tired, it is best that you thank our friend, his lordship, and we be on our way.”
Trant looked rather uneasy at this and Lord Roxboro, seeing that he was going to have a time in having the man carry out his part of the agreement, rang a little bell; Montgomery, who had been waiting outside with Carl, the stableboy, hurried into the room.
“Seize that man,” cried Lord Roxboro, pointing to Trant, “and take him away to the place designed for him.”
“As for the girl”-and he seized Grace roughly about the waist and drew her to him-“I claim her as my wife for the first night in accordance with my noble right.”
In an instant the entire room was in a state of great confusion.
Montgomery and Carl seized Trant and hurried him out, leaving the sensual Lord Roxboro alone with the half-fainting bride.
Lord Roxboro lifted her into his arms and carried her through the library to his bedroom and, despite her screams, kicks, and scratches, dropped her upon the bed.
Having some trouble in holding her there, he looked around for assistance and perceived the ever-vigilant Montgomery in the doorway; he beckoned to him to come and help.
“Come, Montgomery,” he said, “and see if we can place this little spitfire in a position so that I may not be in danger of being scratched to pieces by these pretty little claws that she wields so actively.”
Montgomery sprang to the fore and, securing a number of straps that were always in a nearby cupboard, quickly seized the helpless girl's arms and fastened them securely behind her back.
This left her thrashing about the bed. Her legs were kicking at her captors and her wedding dress was all disheveled, showing an adorable portion of silk-stockinged legs and a small portion of her upper thigh, a sight that was not lost on the sensual lord and his helper.
“My, my,” murmured Lord Roxboro. “I am indeed surprised at you, Grace dear!
“To think that you, a refined and discreet girl that I believed you to be, especially on this day, your wedding day, would act and cavort like this, displaying to us a portion of your bare legs.
“Why, I should think that your respect for the feelings of your husband would cause you to conduct yourself with more modesty, especially in the presence of two strangers and both of them men.”
“Help! Murder!” screamed Grace, her eyes almost starting from her head.
“Harry, Harry, where are you? Save me from the grip of these monsters. Help! Help!”
Lord Roxboro nodded his head sorrowfully and, again addressing the girl, said, “I doubt, Grace-or to be accurate, Mrs. Trant-that your husband is in a position, at least at the present moment, to come to your assistance.
“As I stated in the dining room, I intend to exercise my right as lord of my domain, and in doing this it will be necessary for you to offer your virgin's charms to me before passing them on to the one you so familiarly address as Harry.”
“Oh, oh, oh!” screamed the beautiful girl, straining helplessly at her confining bonds. “What on earth is to become of me? Release me, I beg of you, and allow me to go to my husband, whom you have lured here, and cease this terrible outrage, or I warn you, trouble will come of it.”
“Threats, eh?” said Lord Roxboro. “Well, our little lady promises to be some diversion after all, Montgomery.
“Let me tell you, young lady,” he said with a terrible scowl at the struggling Grace, “that you are here with consent and knowledge and sufferance of your dearly beloved spouse.
“Before you leave this room your virginity is to be taken. How does that strike you, my charming young lady?”
“Beast, ravisher,” spat back Grace, her eyes flaming fire. “I defy you, you old degenerate. I will scream and scream and if you do not release me, I will kill you when I escape.”
“Enough,” said Lord Roxboro shortly. “Here, Montgomery. Assist this young creature to her feet and allow me to see if all is in order for the piercing.”
Despite her protests, Montgomery assisted her to her feet.
Lord Roxboro, using the greatest of care to evade her kicking feet, thrust a hand inside of her dresses, searching the middle of her thighs. He slithered his hand farther up and grasped her by the heart of her sex.
“Oh, oh!” screamed the helpless girl at this supreme outrage. “You horrid brute. Oh how terrible you are, boo hoo!”
Lord Roxboro contented himself by feeling and molding her parts under the silken cambric that covered them. He bestowed many squeezes and pinches to all parts of her body within reach.
Montgomery held the girl firmly clasped in his arms to keep the subject firm for his master's roving digits.
“She is well protected,” said his lordship. “She has on the most modest closed drawers. See how she keeps them buttoned up so securely, no doubt to protect her virtue up to the entrancing moment when she sheds these covers and creeps into bed, awaiting the insertion of her darling mate's reamer. How horrible it must be to one who has been raised to protect her 'cherry' as though a mine of gold; who on her marriage day, just at the time she thinks she should be experiencing the divine conjunction she has dreamed of all her life in the arms of her husband, finds herself helpless and alone in the presence of one-or I may say two here”-with a bow to the delighted Montgomery-“strange men who announce to her in no uncertain terms, that they intend to take her for their own and enjoy the pleasure she has hoarded for her lawful spouse.”
Grace, who had become so interested in his lordship's remarks that for the moment she grew silent upon hearing to the full his lordship's intentions, again broke into a chorus of wild yells for Harry. His lordship unfastened her bridal gown at the shoulders and roughly pushed it down about her waist, and between the two of them they took it from her.
“What adorable curves,” murmured his lordship, “and what divine flesh,” pinching it as if he wished to assure himself that it were real and not an hallucination; “I warn you, Montgomery, that we have here indeed a jewel of the very first water and in taking of her virtue I am sure that I will experience a thrill that has been rare to me for many a year.”
“You are right, master,” heartily acquiesced the servant. “She is all that you say and I am sure that when this petticoat is removed, her charms will be shown off to much greater advantage.”
“By all means,” said Lord Roxboro, untying the string of this garment and allowing it to fall to her feet.
“There, Montgomery. You may now see all to the full.” The lower portion of the girl was revealed naked with the exception of her tight short drawers and stockings.
Grace was covered with blushes and twisted and squirmed at her bonds. At the last uncovering of her secretness, she threw herself on the floor and rolled about on the carpet as if she wished to deprive the two lustful-eyed men of the sight of her nakedness.
Montgomery, however, dragged her roughly to her feet and, holding her in his arms with her face to him, pressed his knee to the center of her body, causing her to arch out her lower trunk toward the sensual nobleman, who pinched and patted it with great delight.
“To think that the daughters of common people should have such delightful parts,” mused his lordship. “Some nobleman like myself must have got to her mother before her nominal father did and planted the seed that developed into this beautiful flower. I'll bet a barrel of my best wine. It is so soft and yet so firm,” he mused, seizing a fold of the tender flesh in his sensuous hand and tweaking it to the girl's consternation.
“I do believe,” he said, turning to Montgomery, “that this girl, exposed as she is and startled at this sudden unveilment of her maidenly charms, is about to prove herself a true woman by swooning away on us.”
And so it seemed. She grew lax in Montgomery's hold and her legs weakened beneath her, and but for the valet's firm hold upon her she would have slipped to the floor.
She lay with her eyes closed, her bosom still heaving convulsively from the stress of excitement she had undergone, and Lord Roxboro took in the beautiful picture to the full.
“God, Montgomery!” he cried, his eyes glistening with lust as he looked over her person. “What a ravishing creature she is! Our friend Trant cannot be blamed at all for taking this fair girl to his heart as his wife. I believe she far surpasses anything I have seen in all my days of playing with the ladies. She is divinely beautiful, is she not, my good Montgomery?”
Montgomery was in perfect accord with his lustful master and seized one of Grace's limbs and passing his huge hand roughly about the bare thigh, pulled it roughly to one side so that the sensual pair could look through the slit in her drawers and see the crinkly thatch of golden hair that adorned her quim.
“There, my lord,” he said, lifting the leg still higher, “there is what you are after. Why not now while she is still asleep ravish her of the jewel that she has treasured so much all her life? There is no time like the present.”
“No, Montgomery,” said Lord Roxboro, raising an admonishing hand. “I do not concur with your idea there. It is best that we allow the little lady to return to her senses before we proceed, and I assure you, my kind assistant, that when she is able to see, feel, and hear, the pleasure will be increased for us a hundredfold.
“I am surprised at you, a man of the world, to think of perpetrating a rape on a creature that is totally lost to all the finer feelings that such an assault must convey to one of her tender and refined nature.
“Why, it would be like possessing a piece of meat. But for the present it is best that you pass a strap about her ankles so that she will be amenable to us upon awakening and then I shall decide how and where I will deal with this charming maiden.”
Montgomery quickly did as he was bid, turning the girl over roughly as he did so and venturing many a stray pat and pinch on many parts of her tender exposed flesh. When she was well trussed, he turned to his master for further orders.
“Go and see if the servants have left as I bade them and see that the house is securely fastened against intrusion,” said Lord Roxboro shortly.
Montgomery quickly sped away and, seeing that all was well in the house, quickly returned to the room.
He found Lord Roxboro sitting on the bed, holding the trussed up fingers of the fainted girl in his arms, pressing hot sensual kisses on Grace.
Upon seeing Montgomery enter the room, he laid her back on the bed and looked expectantly at the valet.
“Everything is all right,” said Montgomery. “All have left; that is with the exception of Caroline and Freda-suppose they-”»
“They are all right,” said Lord Roxboro shortly, knowing that the two girls must be peering through the peekhole in the wall of Caroline's room. “You need not worry about them, Montgomery, but, I see our fair beauty is again showing signs of life.”
And so she was; Grace uttered a faint moan and rolled about on the bed, opened her eyes and glanced wistfully about.
“Oh, oh!” she screamed. “Oh, what a horrible place I am in with you two brutes! Help! Help!” Grace screamed, straining wildly at the bonds. “Release me, you beasts! Harry, Harry, where are you? Save me, save me!”.
“I fear you will hurt yourself most seriously,” said Lord Roxboro mockingly. “As for your Harry, he is in no position to come to your rescue at the present moment, seeing that he has been so kind as to entrust your maidenhead to my tender care.”
“Oh, oh!” screamed Grace. “Despicable loathsome men! Release me at once from these bonds and allow me to go free from here! You shall regret this act to the last day you live, you base ravisher! I shall inform against you and you shall be severely punished! Help! Help!”
“Quite dramatic, I must say,” scoffed the sensual peer.
“I believe, Montgomery, that our pretty young charge here is to be complimented for her histrionic ability and I can assure you that she covers with her sweet little voice a range that would turn any vocal artist green with envy.
“But this is not the point. I intend, young lady, in accordance with the agreement I made with your new husband to ravish you and in the pleasant process of your seduction I assure you from the bottom of my heart that I will experience as much pleasure as I judge you will pain.
“Remember and treasure every word that I say, for each is pregnant with meaning:
“I intend-in the next few minutes-to rend you-tear away entirely until not a shred remains-of the muscular curtain that is in your quim and of which I understand you set great store by.”
“Oh, oh,” sobbed Grace. “Is there no pity in your heart? Have you no compassion in you for a girl who has never been wronged in her whole life? Have you no regard for my family, my husband, my own feelings? Surely this one short act of ravishment will be but a passing pleasure to you and after it is over you will turn to another sport. To me it means more than death, more than you as a man could ever imagine. I beg of you to reconsider what you are about to do and release me from a position that can bring nothing but harm to both of us.”
“Never mind that,” said Lord Roxboro, determinedly tearing open the fly of his trousers and allowing his swollen charger to leap out and almost strike the girl in the face.
“After that pitiful appeal, my dear girl, there is no power on earth that can save you. Why, your words have had such a stimulating effect on my penis that it feels as if it were about to burst from pure desire,” and here he wagged its purple head in her sobbing countenance.
Grace sobbed as if her heart would break and Montgomery, obeying the instructions of his sensual master, pulled a hassock to the center of the floor and, lifting the girl in his arms, helpless as she was to resist him, laid her down, her back on the floor, her buttocks resting firmly on the hassock.
“Now, Montgomery,” directed his lordship, “pull up that chiffonier and unlash her arms; tie a strap around each wrist and lash them firmly to the legs of the chiffonier.”
Montgomery, despite the girl's wriggles and twists to free herself, did as he was told and soon the girl was lashed firmly, her arms stretched over her head.
“Now,” said his lordship, looking about, “you will follow the same procedure with her legs, tying one to the bed leg and the other to that dressing table.
Grace was almost reduced to unconsciousness and the rough treatment she had received left her panting and breathless as she lashed helplessly on the floor, a prey to two pairs of lustful sparkling eyes. “Now, Montgomery,” said his lordship, his eyes flaming and his breath coming like that of a stallion in heat, “you see that our young friend is in no condition to exercise the natural safeguards that she possesses in regard to her virginity, and we may do as we will.
“And now it is necessary that I remove some of my clothing.
“You know, that as a true proof of virginity, it is necessary that blood spurt, and when such happens, I do not want to have my clothing suffer.”
So saying, he speedily disrobed himself and at a nod from his lordship, Montgomery did likewise.
Poor Grace was a prey to the most terrible emotions on seeing these two indecent men stripping before her eyes, and to shut out this disgraceful scene she closed her eyes tightly and turned her head away.
This action was not lost on the sensuous peer, who now stark naked rushed around to the other side and shaking his enormous weapon at her cried:
“Ah, ha! My fine young lady! The sight of a lusty prick does not seem to meet with your approval, I see. You shall soon have this up your belly and I assure you that I will poke you so often with it that you will learn to long and cry for it like many another before you.”
The suddenness of his lordship's actions caused Grace to open her eyes, but seeing that huge staff before her, she closed them again resolutely and turned away.
Montgomery was now in a state similar to his lordship, his own staff standing erect over the girl and, seizing the top of her chemise, he drew it upward and was about to remove it when Lord Roxboro stopped him.
“No, Montgomery,” he said. “It is best to leave these articles on her as the rummaging of her charms, faintly hid as they are by these garments, will add more to the pleasure that is before us.
“By all means allow her to retain them until the time comes, and then I assure you I will remove them in a manner proper to a ravisher.
“Now, away!” Pushing Montgomery aside, he threw himself upon the body of the girl and, passing his arms about her bare shoulders, kissed her shoulders, lips, cheeks, and eyelids.
It was useless for Grace to struggle beneath him, but still she twisted and turned in an attempt to evade him. Her face flushed and her eyes seemed about to start from her head.
“Do you feel my sturdy rod pounding about in those virgin curls of yours? Do you feel my naked body pressed on your own?” he cried, pulling up her chemise and allowing his own body to come in contact with her alabaster nakedness. “How does that feel to you, Grace?”
This lewd talk seemed to startle Grace back to her senses, and she gave a wild scream and thrashed about and it seemed she was about to break her bonds, strong as they were.
“What fire! What resistance!” mused Lord Roxboro. “I assure you, Montgomery, that I am experiencing sensations that are of the most ecstatic possible kind: The feel of this warm pulsating virgin beneath me stirs in me an urge to rend her in twain this very instant. Look, Montgomery, did you ever see finer breasts than these?”
Pushing down the girl's chemise, he took one of the blue-veined orbs in his hand and squeezed it deliciously, allowing his finger to run lightly over the engorged nipple.
“Like twin mountains of snow,” he cried, rummaging for the other to make a comparison. “I assure you, Montgomery, that we have here indeed a pearl, and how a man like Trant could allow this gem from the heavens to escape him is far beyond me! Nothing would make me lose this,” cried Lord Roxboro, “and before the final act I intend to look further into this mine of girlish wealth.” Rising slightly he lifted up the chemise and allowed himself to survey all of her snowy belly.
“Ah, Montgomery! What a veil of bliss the beautiful little navel, the tender little curves, the rise and fall of her tender flesh! It is enough to cannibalize anyone.” Slipping down, he placed his lips to her tender flesh and nibbled on it and rolled it between his teeth.
Grace struggled and screamed, but to no avail. His lordship, proudly exhibiting the marks of his teeth to his accomplice, again gathered the girl into his arms and kissed her breath away. Allowing one hand to slip down between her widely opened thighs, he fingered and pulled at her curls, and dividing their silken shrubbery, he penetrated with one finger her now moist lips.
“Into the crater,” he said exultantly, “and you may be sure, Montgomery, that I am the first to be there.
“Look,” he said, as he penetrated farther into the tight cleft, causing the girl to give a fresh scream of pain. “See what my exploration brings forth. She is as tight as a dream and a skinned rod is to be the result of this maidenly tightness. Montgomery,” said Lord Roxboro, “with one push I will render forever her maidenhead.”
“I doubt, my lord, if you can do as you say, but it makes no matter how many tries are needed, I am sure you will give them and I beg you to proceed.”
“I'll try at least,” said his lordship, “so here goes.”
Gripping the thrashing girl tightly to him and burying his shoulder against her face, he drew back his muscular buttocks and with a drive that expended all his strength sent his rod crashing into her cleft.
A scream such as never before issued from the girl's lips, followed by a series in quick succession, before she fell back senseless in his arms.
His lordship still poked away and Montgomery, fearing that the assault had been too much for her, came close and felt for her pulse.
“She's all right,” grunted his lordship, slightly rising from her and allowing his prong to slip out.
It was reddened with her virgin flow and his lordship, rising unsteadily, rose to his feet and wiped his person with a towel.
“I vollied before I intended to,” he said somewhat grossly, “and now that she is well battered, I advise you, Montgomery, to finish the job that I have started.”
Montgomery needed no second invitation and sprang like a wolf on the body of the beautiful and chaste young girl who was now unconscious.
Due to the wetness of her organ, he succeeded in forcing almost half his tool up into her before she recovered.
She came to with a scream to find the strongly built valet within her.
In fact, the lewd fellow was just spurting his vent, and with a last cruel jab he sheathed his weapon almost entirely, and to the accompaniment of her wild screams he poured his boiling emission into her womb.
He lay for a minute upon her and she fell totally lax and exhausted, passing away in a faint and lying like wax in his arms.
Montgomery withdrew his rod, which made a clucking sound as it escaped from its tight and nervous fold, and the emissions and her virgin blood poured from her in a little pool onto the floor.
“Come,” said Lord Roxboro irritably, “let us get these clothes off before she awakes.” Tearing at the chemise and drawers, he dragged them from her body. Waving about the sodden drawers stained with the discharge of the two men and her maidenly blood, “Montgomery,” said his lordship, “here is proof of the lady's goodness. We shall file those for our later pleasures.” Folding up the garments, he placed them in a drawer.
Grace now moved about and her eyelids fluttering told of her return to her senses.
She did not struggle now, but lay limp under her bonds and moaned and sobbed as if her heart would break.
“I hope by now,” said his lordship, “that you have learned your lesson, Grace. You are now deflowered and no power on earth can restore to you the charm that you just have lost. Any foolish emotions on your part will only make it worse. Now, what have you to say to this, my dear Miss Spitfire?”
“Oh, oh,” moaned Grace, “release me, please, I beg of you, and I will do anything you want. I am dying and am mined forever. Release me, I beg of you!”
“I do not think you will die,” said Lord Roxboro. “A young girl of your build and sturdiness can easily stand the loss of that which you set so much store by. As far as being ruined, there is no truth in it.
“If I see fit to release you, are you sure that there will be no attempt on your part to cause trouble later on?”
“Oh, no, no, no,” said Grace. “My arms are almost dead and those straps cut into me so that I could almost scream from that alone! I will do as you say. Only please release me from this cruel position!”
“Very well,” said his lordship, unleashing the straps that confined her. “One false start on your part will bring those straps on again and perhaps with double strength.”
Grace, released from the confines of the straps, collapsed weakly on the floor and, pressing her thighs closely together, sobbed and cried, her face buried in her hands.
“Come, Montgomery,” said Lord Roxboro. “Get some covers from my bed and lay them here on the floor and together the three of us will make the best of the night with them.”
Grace said nothing to this and the valet, following his lordship's instructions, secured a number of quilts and pillows from the bed. Laying them on the floor, he lifted the unheeding girl and placed her upon them. Lying on one side of her, he watched his lordship lie down on the other, both men passing their arms about her naked form and allowing their hands to tun riot over all of her secret charms.
Grace by this time was past all resistance, and, crying softly, allowed both men to do their will.
His lordship opened her thighs and, slipping a finger into her cleft, found that she was still agreeably tight. Passing his finger over her diminutive knob, he soon had it as hard as an iron nut. Montgomery contented with hugging and kissing her. He also fondled her breasts and belly and between the two of them the girl was almost smothered.
Finally, through playing with the girl's slit, his lordship was again in a terribly erect state, rolling the girl flat on her back, he mounted her, guiding his pintle to her sheath.
He slipped in an inch into her and the tender flesh folds of her sex closed in nervous convulsions about the length of his throbbing tool.
“I wager you, Montgomery, that this is the sweetest sheath I have ever explored. Like a glove,” he murmured, “so tender and hot. Such clingings and grippings! What a tight little passage she has. I do not see, Montgomery, how you ever essayed such a tight and tortuous grove. Why, the very feel of it is enough to ruin an anchorite. There, there, there,” he said, giving quick little shoves with his swollen gorger within the fleshy lips of her sex. “I judge that will thrill you, my beautiful young friend.”
Grace made no further dissent and his lordship pounded away at her, his tool now fully encased within her.
“Entrancing,” he murmured. “Never have I enjoyed a whang like this. Why, her quim teases me as if it is eager to draw forth my sap. The smoothness grips my prong so tightly that I am sure that without even a move on my part it will draw the sperm from me.”
He continued to push sensuously, and suddenly his prick leaped within her, causing her to gasp for breath as he shot a generous libation of his sexual essence into her. He lay for a few minutes panting on her, his rod still spouting within her.
When the last drop had flowed, he rolled off and allowed Montgomery, who was now hard and eager to take his place, to do that which he so desired.
The valet was so affected by the closeness of his amorous combat that he sheathed his rod with one hard drive and the girl almost sprang up from the floor with the suddenness of his assault. He commenced a series of slow driving motions upon her and she, infected by his hot lust, twined under him like a worm on a skewer.
“Oh, horrors!” she gasped, while his lordship wiped his prong on a towel and laughingly patted her on the bare back, telling her to enjoy herself thoroughly.
She closed her eyes and with her lips on her ravisher was returning blow for blow.
Her loins rose and fell in perfect harmony in accordance with every thrust and lunge of his loins as they rushed and drew away from her in rapid succession.
Finally the crisis came and, burying her head on his bare shoulder, she gave a series of little ohs and ahs and ays in rosy confusion beneath him.
“Well, well,” cried Lord Roxboro. “I see that our little pupil is at least reverting to her senses, if it is possible for a woman to have any senses- I believe, Montgomery, that she has this time blown her vent. You, my dear friend and faithful servant, are the one that has done it.
“Am I not right, my dear Grace?” he asked, turning to Grace.
“Oh, oh,” she panted, not knowing for the moment whether she was on her head or her heels. “I–I-I-”
“I know,” said his lordship musingly. “You naturally would not know what has happened to you. But to be frank with you, you have shot your wad, or as the vulgar people say you have come. In other words you have discharged like Montgomery did, and so you have had your first taste of married bliss.”
Grace buried her flaming face against his shoulder and dared not lift her eyes. It was true that she had experienced pleasure in that last embrace. It seemed as if her whole soul had melted into her pelvis while that luscious threading had been going on. Her nerves still tingled with pleasure from the caresses imparted to her sensitive quim by the valet's monstrous tool. She squirmed about in bed and, pressing her thighs closely together, pressed closer to his lordship.
“Now, Grace,” said Lord Roxboro, “you have received four shots and for the present it is best that you compose yourself to sleep. I took the precaution to lock the door before we lay down and I assure you on my part that any attempt you make to escape will result in regret on your part.”
“Oh, I won't. If you wish to sleep, Lord Roxboro, you may go ahead and do so. As for me, I am too sore and excited to sleep but I will remain as you say and hope that you will allow me to depart soon, as I am-in a-wretched state.”
Lord Roxboro laughed at this and looking significantly at Montgomery, who was sitting up wiping the last vestiges of the battle from his now softened charger.
“Do not allow that to worry you, Grace; that slight wetness that you may be suffering”-and here he patted her on the inner bare thigh-“may be the means of starting a fine family for you and you must not forget that I on my part will not be niggardly as a godfather.”
“When I think of it,” said Grace, composing herself so as to rest as comfortably as possible, “when I think of that wretch I called my husband, that beast that bartered me off to you on our wedding day-I cannot see how I ever came to like or even tolerate him. Why, I disown him forever; an animal would not be capable of doing what he has done.”
“Here now,” warned Lord Roxboro. “Do not be too unkind with your dear Harry. For all you know, he may have been a victim of circumstances and I'll wager the time will come when you will enjoy the touch of his hard prong between your thighs where ours have been. But-no more of that. I desire a little rest, so compose yourself the best you may. Later on you may receive another taste of that terrible stick that you are now learning to relish.”
Turning his back to her, he closed his eyes and was instantly asleep.
Grace, now that she had tasted of the pleasures of a lusty plunger, pouted a bit over this sudden neglect on the part of his lordship, but Montgomery, turning his face to her, encircled her with his arms and, pressing his lips to her sweet mouth, allowed his softened truncheon to lie against the lips of her slit and she gave herself up to him.
The feel of this nude body, the body of this naked male beside her; the contact of the hair against her soft white globes; the strong white arms about her; the fleshy muscle between her thighs, caressing her quim; a hardened belly pressed to her own; her lips to his: she could do nothing but sigh with contentment.
Montgomery, however, had by no means given up the game and as he pressed and molded the soft form to him, allowing his hands to run over her, he found a strange sweetness in her kisses and, taking her tiny hand in his, guided it down to his member and pressed the tender fingers about its massiveness. He was soon rewarded by feeling her frig and pull his giant charger, rubbing it against her quim. He was soon again in a state of very violent erectness.
Drawing her away from his lordship so as not to awaken him, he rolled her on her back and, mounting her willing form, guided the head of his prong to her slit, slowly allowing its swollen length to slip fully within her. He subjected the girl to sensations that to her were the most thrilling that she had ever experienced.
She cooed and murmured beneath him and, passing her arms about his broad shoulders, closed her eyes and moved in unison with his tender connection.
Montgomery, sated as he was from his previous bouts, was content to play a little.
Drawing the length of his weapon nearly out of the gripping sheath, he allowed the swollen head to titillate her mouth and then with a teasing drive would allow it slowly to be absorbed within her steaming entrails.
Long before he thought of venting, she had poured down on him in a nervous shower the dew of her sexual life.
This torrent of balm, soothing and lubricating the walls of her cleft, gave the valet more room to probe and now, with the whole of his engine within her, he hugged her tight to him and settled down for a regular joust.
His full length was drawn in and out of her and as she felt the top nearing the outer lips, she would push herself up and he, on his part taking advantage of this sweet surrender, would with one sweet drive ensheath himself in her up to the balls.
She was soon in a delightful state and again showered and spent upon this swollen stranger to her parts.
By this time Montgomery had the cheeks of her buttocks spread.
“Oh, no, ah, no,” she cried, wiggling about, not liking this strange contact of a man's digit in her most secret part. “Ah, not there!”
Montgomery, however, paid no attention and, driving way, soon had her again in a foment. Driving his rod into her very hair, he poured into her a load of his manly balm that showered and sprayed within her till she thought she would float.
She in her turn beshowered him, and lax and helpless from the fury of their contact, they lay gasping for breath in each other's arms.
“I love you,” she breathed, kissing him on the lips and giving a little flutter of her quim about his still-spouting rod.
Montgomery laughed and, despite her protest, drew forth his rod and, gently returning her to the side of the snoring Lord Roxboro, dried himself and prepared to nap.
He was soon asleep and Grace, a prey to the newly awakened emotions, lay between the two naked men, sleep being the farthest thing from her mind.
What sensations that rod of Lord Roxboro and of Montgomery had inspired within her! What a wonderful one each one of these sensuous men had! She closed her eyes and shuddered as she thought of it. She pressed her thighs together and wiggled about as though to relive those ecstatic moments that the valet's rod had engendered within her. It barely seemed possible that a man's tool could inspire such pleasure within the body of a girl. And how it had hurt before. It was true that she still ached and pained from the assault of the pair, but the pleasure that Montgomery had given her far outbalanced all the pain that she had suffered.
She listened to the regular breathing of the pair and now no longer modest and mild she snuggled up close to the valet. Passing a hand quietly around his form, she took into her hand the shriveled remains of his rod and rubbed it lovingly between her fingers.
Montgomery, as though from intuition, gently took her hand in his and drew it away from his sexual badge. Grace, offended at this lack of interest in a heretofore ardent advocate of pleas, flounced her back to him and, turning to her other bed partner, cautiously sought to find out if he was as tired as the valet.
She found to her pleasure that his lordship, instead of making any signs of dissent, rolled over on his back, and taming down the clothes, she enjoyed a full sight of that instrument that had given her so much pain and pleasure. She pulled and frigged it about, handling the bag of balls and rubbing the soft nuts.
His lordship opened his eyes with a start.
“Ah, ha!” he whispered roguishly. “I see that you have changed your mind. I see that you no longer fear the terrible tune that my instrument plays. I judge that by now you have fully recovered from your fear and look upon that pin as a pin of pleasure instead of a pin of pain.”
Grace blushed rosily under this frank summary of her sentiments but still held the soft rod in her fingers, rubbing it up and down.
“I suppose you would like a punch of it now,” said Lord Roxboro waggishly. “I suppose,” he said, patting her breast, which was very plump and enticing, “that by now you are willing and eager to entertain a stranger in that little moss grove between your legs. Would you like it now, Grace? Come, little girl, tell me,” he added, nudging her roguishly.
Grace laughed merrily and, tweaking it up and down, slapped it gently against the peer's belly and said:
“I'll not say that I would like it as you put it, my lord, but even if I did-mind you, I'm hot saying I do-even if I did, it would not be much good in this shape.”
“True,” agreed his lordship. “You are right there, my dear, but there are more ways than one to skin a cat, and if you intend to be a proper married woman, one of the first tricks that you must learn is that of making a soft prick metamorphose itself into a standing member. That is what a woman's work is, and, Grace, how would it be if you really desired and your husband was in the same state that I am?”
“I do not know,” confessed the naked girl, blushing furiously. “I am sure, my lord, that I know nothing of such things. You should know that, my lord, especially after-after you have-”
“Have fucked you,” the lewd man finished for her. “But let's not be timid about this or backward either, dear. The mere fact that you have not the necessary knowledge of stiffening a rod is no fault of yours, and I absolve you from all the blame in that respect. But there are ways to be learned.” Drawing her to him, he passed his arms about her and kissed her warmly on the lips.
Grace submitted eagerly to this embrace and hoped that the contact of her lips on his would bring to life the thing she desired.
But alas, it still hung soft and lax against her thighs.
“Now,” said Lord Roxboro, pushing her away a bit. “Seeing that you are curious, I deem it quite proper that you as a newly married woman should be conversant with all the accepted modes of stimulating a lazy friend to action. I will explain to you the method of making this fellow”-here he lifted his prong-“come to life as hard as ever. The method, my dear, lies between your sweet rosy lips. The friction of your tongue and the warmth of your tender mouth imparted to the head and body of my prong will serve in a very short while to stimulate it to a size that I am sure will be perfectly satisfactory to all concerned.”
“Oh, no,” said Grace, making a face of disgust. “Surely, my lord, you do not mean that I am to take that thing in my mouth. Why-why-”
“Yes,” echoed his lordship, “why should there be a reason in the world that you should not? It is part of my body, the same as my face or my lips and to kiss it is the most tender act that a woman can show. Surely, Grace, you can see no evil in a wonderful action like that.”
“No-” stammered Grace. “But it seems so-so wrong.”
“Nothing is wrong in love,” said the sensual peer, “and I am sure that if I thought that it would give you satisfaction, I would willingly kiss you in the spot that it would do the most good.” And bending over her satiny body, he kissed her bare belly and allowed his tongue to graze over her luscious flesh.
Grace gave a wiggle at this and as his prong was now again in her hand, she bent over as if to return the caresses, but stopped.
“I hope that it will not be necessary to tie you or beat you to inculcate within you the fundamental principles in the art of love. But if you force me, I will have to do so.” Passing a hand behind her head, he pushed her down on his belly.
Grace found her eyes opposite his dart and, squeezing it in her fingers, looked into the tiny hole in the head as though she might tell what was contained inside. In answer to the insistent pushes of his lordship on the back of her head, she laid his pintle beside her velvety cheek and rolled the head over her lips.
“In, in,” panted his lordship, his prong already beginning to swell from this delicious contact.
“Kiss it, Grace. Take the head in your mouth I beg of you!”
Grace opened her lips and, thrusting forth her tongue, allowed it to graze the head of his tool, licking and kissing the purpled nut; then, opening her mouth wide to encompass the thick body of his prong, she opened a little wider and sucked it into her mouth, rolling her tongue about its head.
It was not so bad as she had thought and, settling down in the bed, she allowed the lord to roll over on her, his balls resting on her chin. Passing one hand along the length of the tool near his belly, she tongued it as best she could.
His lordship passed both his hands behind her head and, forcing his tool down her throat, began pushing and shoving and Grace felt the rod swell within her mouth.
She now lay passively, allowing him to do his will; and as his prick dashed in and out of her lips, she wondered why he did not stop and proceed with the natural act.
A sudden slowing up of his movements, accompanied by a shooting of his load of gelatinous foam down her throat, soon told her that she had allowed him to go too far. She struggled and coughed, but his lordship still held her down and she was forced to swallow most of the load. He finally released her as she sputtered on the bed.
He wiped himself and laughed heartily at her rage.
When she was able to talk she berated him soundly, but his lordship took her in his arms and, kissing away all traces of his spunk, soon had her in a lively state.
“Lucky for you,” he said, “that I am what is known as a repeater amongst the girls. Now that you have done so well, if you will roll over, I will give you a charge of dew in the proper place.”
“Why,” she said, her eyes wide open, “I thought that when you exploded, you were done. Are you still hard?” Searching out his tool, she found it was true as he said.
She lost no time in placing herself in the proper position and his lordship soon impaled her quim with his erect prick and they were both dancing about in a sensual swoon on the bed.
This violent charge of juices seemed to quiet her somewhat and as his lordship climbed off, she pillowed her head on her arm and fell into a dreamless sleep.
It is now time for us to turn our attention to Caroline's room in which both of the sisters had been interested spectators of the ravishment of the merchant's wife.
Perched on their chair, they had held their eyes glued to the hole and not a movement of the trio had escaped them. Unconsciously Caroline had slipped a hand beneath her dress and with gentle rubs massaged the badge of her sex. Freda, observing her action, had followed her sister's example.
Closely pressed together, their breaths intermingling, their eyes sparkling with lust, they rubbed like mad and allowed their tightly pressed thighs to become saturated by the emission of their sex.
“Oh, oh,” moaned Caroline. “Freda, I feel so queer.” Cautiously stepping from the chair, she staggered to the bed and threw herself upon it, her head in her arms.
Freda, in no better state than her sister, quickly followed and, gathering her sister in her arms, kissed her passionately.
“Oh, oh,” moaned Caroline again, drawing up her legs and pressing her sister to her. “I am so-so-excited, Freda. Go away I beg you please, Freda.”
But Freda, placing her hand boldly under her sister's dress, found, as she had expected, that Caroline was all wet. Rubbing the protruding clitoris brought on another profuse flow of mucus. Freda herself quickly brought on her own flow and the two girls, completely exhausted, fell asleep in each other's arms on the bed.
As you will remember, Lord Roxboro had looked through the house before submitting the beautiful Grace to a double rape, and although he found no one about, still there was an inmate on the lower floors.
It was Marie, the maid, who hid there.
Marie had watched the actions of Lord Roxboro and her husband Montgomery as they separated the newly married pair and surmised what was about to happen to Grace.
She suffered a twinge of jealousy at the thought of Grace's experiencing pleasure that she considered belonged to her and her alone.
Determined to even up the score, she crept to the room in which the complacent husband Harry Trant was confined, and turning the key in the door, unlocked it, entered slowly, and carefully relocked the door behind her.
Then, sitting herself on a low chair beside him, she whispered:
“Not a word, Mr. Trant. I am your friend and I am determined to help you. I have heard all that transpired and know that you are held here against your will, and if possible I am here to help you.”
“Oh, oh,” cried Mr. Trant, running his hands through his hair and rushing up and down the room. “Why, oh why, did I agree to this terrible thing? I wish I had never entered into this terrible agreement with your master. If I were free now, I would go and wrench from those degenerates the poor innocent girl whom I know from her screams and appeals is undergoing the tortures of hell at these miscreants' hands. Give me that key and allow me to go and I will grant you anything you wish.”
“I wish I could,” said Marie, rolling her eyes and sighing as though she were perfectly in accord with the young man's intentions. “But to be frank with you, Mr. Trant, the master is a terrible man and once he knew I was the means of assisting you in your freedom, I doubt if my life would long be mine.
“Much as I appreciate your feelings, I must consider myself first; and as far as your being remorseful over what is occurring, consider for a moment my own feelings. My lawfully wedded husband is there. Imagine that, my dear sir, if you can. My lawfully wedded husband is in there-in there with your wife-raping her, fucking her-the same as his lordship, whom you attach so much blame to. Does that not assuage your feelings a bit, my friend?”
“Two of them are-are-assaulting her?” said Trant somewhat stupidly. “I thought-thought-that-”
“What you think and what they do are two different things,” said the practical Marie.
“There is no use in your going there now as I am sure that all is over and your wife no longer possesses her maidenhead. It is now left for you to make the best of a bad bargain.”
As she finished, she crossed one leg over the other, nonchalantly exposing her well-shaped leg, faultlessly clad in sheer silk, and smiled up at the man in an ingenuous manner. It was in the maid's mind to make the most of the opportunity that was presented to her. She determined to even up the score with her husband by indulging in a little illicit pleasure with the handsome groom who had been deprived of his bride. She had been feeling randy all day, and this would be a pleasant change from what she was accustomed to, for under these circumstances he would never dare to say anything about it.
She saw Trant's eyes fall to her leg and, lying back in the chair, she closed her eyes languorously. Stretching her arms above her head as if tired, she caused her waist to tighten and outline the almost naked form of her matchless breasts.
All this pleasant by-play was not lost on Trant.
His eyes glistened and Marie, through partially closed eyes, saw a sudden bulge appear in his trousers in the neighborhood of his sexual handle.
“I'm so tired,” she laughed, “I could just stretch myself on that bed and go right to sleep.”
Marie feared that either the valet or his lordship might decide to visit their prisoner. In that event she would be lost and so determined to hurry things as much as possible.
“Oh, don't mind me at all,” said Trant. “If you are tired, I beg you to lie down and refresh yourself.” Hurrying to the bed, he smoothed the counterpane he had been lying upon.
Marie surveyed his back with amused tolerance and wondered to herself, What a dolt indeed is this young man! Why does he not take what is so freely offered to him?
But determined to make him approach her, she rose to her feet and, throwing herself on the bed, saw to it that her skirts rode up and displayed her legs above the knee, showing her yellow garters. She lay on her back and, opening her legs slightly, awaited the advances that were sure to come. She knew that Trant must be observing her, and moving about a bit under the pretense of finding a good posture to sleep, she managed to display all of the features of her form to the entranced man.
Sure enough, in an instant he was beside her and she, pretending surprise, opened her eyes and laughed.
She felt him pass his arms around her and her face was pressed to his as he kissed her passionately. She pretended surprise at this also, but fearing that she might frighten him away by an undue show of resistance, she returned his caresses with ardor.
“Why, Mr. Trant,” she murmured when he had allowed her to catch her breath, “what a fellow you are! Here is your wife upstairs giving her maidenhead to my master and my husband and you, far from thinking of her, are only concerned in seeking out your own pleasure. I am indeed much surprised at you, Mr. Trant.”
“Oh, bother her,” cried Trant irritably. His pecker was now a bar of iron in his trousers. “You are far better than she is, my dear, and I love you to distraction.” Drawing her to him again, he kissed her on the eyes, lips, nose, and mouth.
Nor did he stop here. He began to kiss her beautiful shapely neck and after having given it attention on both sides and on the back and front-especially the front-he pulled down her dress a little and partially exposed her splendid bubbies.
“Oh, you are going too far now,” said Marie with a look of pretended horror.
“Not too far, not far enough,” answered Mr. Trant as he looked with gloating eyes upon her delicate flesh.
Again he bent down and, applying his lips to the upper surface of her luscious globes, kissed and sucked them greedily.
“Oh, oh,” was all that Marie could now say with a low moan, more of pleasure than of pain or disgust.
“Oh, how delicious you are,” cried Mr. Trant in an ecstasy. “I believe that you are better than even Grace will be. I remember last year Adeline Smith whom I took out in the woods with me one summer's evening. I thought that she was the most wonderful girl in the world but now that you are here before me I think that you have her beaten by at least a hundred times.”
Saying this, he began to mold her delicate teats through her thin and diaphanous dress. He squeezed them and pushed them gently this way and that. Marie was full of intense feelings. She no longer offered any pretended resistance to Mr. Trant's advances. Growing bolder, Mr. Trant allowed his lewd hands to roam over her delicious person on a much lower plane. He began to paw and nudge her belly here and there, first feeling the navel, then traveling sometimes slowly and sometimes rapidly all around it. Meantime the rod in his trousers grew harder and harder. Then, catching sight again of Marie's yellow garters, Mr. Trant placed one hand on her knee. While he gently tickled this knee, with the other hand he grasped the dress and slowly lifted it, exposing the lower portion of two finely chiseled and silken-clad thighs.
“Oh, you horrid man! How could you?” moaned Marie in a whisper, but at the same time she opened her thighs a little more.
This had the effect of galvanizing Mr. Trant, who was now wrought up to a fearful state.
“I must!” he bellowed. “I must, oh, I must or, or-”
“Oh no, you mustn't,” Marie retorted with as much spirit as she could pretend.
“I must, oh! I must or I shall die,” repeated Mr. Trant, feeling his swollen and bloated member would surely burst through the front of his trousers in its largeness and energy. It thrust itself forward and into the open air with all the fierceness of the thrust of a lance wielded by an infuriated soldier in the heat of battle. It was fiery and red and terribly enlarged-far beyond its usual degree.
“I must, oh! I must or I shall die,” repeated Mr. Trant, furiously roaring like an angry lion. “I must and I will.”
So saying, he threw her skirts up and ripped her silk pink drawers off as if they were tissue paper, exposing in one sweep the beauty and charm of her nakedness.
“Oh, heavens!” cried Marie as she felt her drawers jerked away. “What are you going to do now?”
Before she could say anything further, Mr. Trant had mounted her and presented the fiery red tip of his prong to the palpitating lips of her welcoming quim. With a tweak he had nosed the red head in between the thick succulent lips and the head rested slightly inside the entrance to her quaking vagina.
“Oh, you really should stop this, for you know I am a married woman.”
“Re upon your marriage,” gasped Mr. Trant, while perspiration streamed down his forehead. “I too am married.”
He made a lunge and the head of his penis entered her vagina. Marie closed her eyes and let her head lie back now. Mr. Trant strained again against Marie's tender body and the whole length of his glorious tool slid easily in up to the balls, for Marie was a well-loosened woman, having been serviced by such great fuckers as Lord Roxboro himself, to say nothing of her husband and countless other men.
“Oh, you are really delicious, you are even better than Mrs. Smithson, the preacher's wife,” he gasped.
And not ceasing his labors, he began to strain and push in and out with clocklike regularity. He would go in to the very balls and then out as far as the base of the head and then in again with all the fury of an enraged lunatic. With each lunge Marie gave out a moan of concentrated sensation; with each draw she made a sharp intake of breath. They continued this without stopping in their lustful enterprise.
Suddenly, without a moment's warning, Trant's body stiffened like a rod of iron and with a violent push sent a copious gush of streaming spunk into the vitals of the lustful Marie. Marie received every drop of it and in return gushed down her own spend and mingled it with Trant's.
They lay there for some time.. Trant's enormous shaft gradually lost its rigidity, shriveling down to a mere nothing and slipping out of Marie's eager cunt as it did so. They lay perfectly still for a while and then rolled apart.
Marie did not seem to be quite satisfied, however, and after a short while began to nudge Trant. Trant paid no attention to her and proceeded to go to sleep.
Not to be outdone, however, she seized his shriveled penis and played with it fondly. She pulled the foreskin back, exposing the purple nut. Then she pulled the foreskin back into place and joggled the glorious white shaft tenderly. She paddled the ballocks gently-ballocks that would have been more appropriate on a bull than on a man.
After a while her efforts began to show some results.
Mr. Trant's penis lost a little of its limpness. It began to lift its head again as though proud to be in this world. Up, up, it rose majestically; it swung upward like the arm of a huge semaphore. As the head rose, the blood rushed to it and gave it a fiery hue. It throbbed and shook violently now. It became eager for the fray.
“Ah,” said Mr. Trant, “you naughty little puss, to play with me like that. I shall now give you the reward that you so richly deserve.
“Turn around, my dear little sweetheart,” he said.
“Are you going to give it to me in dog-fashion?” inquired Marie.
“Oh, yes indeed, and in a way that you never had before,” answered Mr. Trant with a wealth of meaning in his tone.
“Oh, that will be nice,” said Marie with evident relish.
She turned herself about so that her posterior was now pointed upward. Mr. Trant mounted her and slowly directed his prick to her lewd parts. He applied the head of his penis to the orifice there.
“Stop a moment!” cried Marie. “You are going in the wrong hole; that is not the place to do it.”
“Oh, yes it is,” said Mr. Trant grimly. “I never served a woman in the rear before; I am going to have some practice now. Practice makes the master, you know.”
“Oh, I am quite willing to accommodate you in every way possible,” said Marie, “but I don't want to be injured. Go in through the other way like a good boy,” she added.
“Oh, I am not going to hurt you,” said Mr. Trant as he wedged the point of his pecker into the opening of her delicious touch-hole.
“Stop, stop before you tear me and ruin me forever,” pleaded Marie.
Mr. Trant's only answer was a violent shove with his penis that forced the head in past the outer muscles.
“Oh, weow, help!” screamed Marie, now thoroughly frightened. “Oh stop, you dirty brute, you will make me a cripple for the rest of my life!”
“Be quiet, you slut,” hissed Mr. Trant. “Here, take this.” He gave another shove that forced another inch of his stiff white rod into her back entrance.
“Oh, ah, oh,” moaned Marie as she felt her flesh being stretched by his enormous member.
Mr. Trant made another lunge and sank into her, down to his balls.
“The worst is now over, my dear,” he said with confidence to Marie, who had given expression to another groan of pain.
He now commenced to work himself leisurely up and down. With each movement he felt a delicious sensation run from the head of his prick and up his spine. In and out of her it went, trembling and throbbing all the while.
Marie now began to enjoy the process, for she made no further complaints of the pain.
Presently with one mighty lunge that buried him to the roots and threatened to push Marie through the mattress, Mr. Trant spent into her bowels a torrent of his reeking, steaming spunk that would have done credit to a much younger man.
Mr. Trant withdrew his naming member and sat on the edge of the bed.
Marie meanwhile was frigging herself lustily.
“Come, let me help you, dear heart,” said Mr. Trant, withdrawing her hand from her cunt and bending down to titillate the delicate parts with his long and well-practiced tongue.
“Oh, how delicious you are,” murmured Marie. “Please go a little faster, I will like it much better that way.”
Mr. Trant did as he was bid and allowed his active tongue to do its lewd work with great avidity.
He roamed all around the clitoris, which was as hard as a piece of diamond. Then he wandered tantalizingly about every other detail of her secret charm.
Finally, with a violent shudder Marie gave down her spend that threatened to drain her body of its juices.
“I wish I had married you instead of Grace,” murmured Mr. Trant with feeling. “I don't believe that Grace, in spite of her experience in this house, will ever master the noble art of so serving a man as I know you can.”
“Oh, we don't have to be married,” said Marie. “You will always have plenty of chances to come and see me.”
“Indeed, I will take advantage of your invitation often,” said Mr. Trant. “In fact I will be around as often as it will be safe for me to be.”
“Yes, do,” said Marie with a twinkle in her eyes. “I'll have to have you come. But I think I had better be going now as I may be missed and looked for, and if I'm found here, trouble will be caused for both of us. But I hardly think that my husband can dare say anything to me now, after what he has been up to with your wife.”
“Well, good-bye, my sweetheart,” replied Mr. Trant. “And I hope that our next meeting will be soon.”
Meanwhile the night passed uneventfully. When the first streaks of dawn pierced the sky, however, Lord Roxboro stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes. After a second or so, he became fully awakened. He reached down with his hand, felt his pecker, and squeezed it approvingly.
Cuddled up against him was the glorious and perfumed naked body of Grace, her splendid bubbies rising and falling in rhythm. Lord Roxboro did not waste any time but gently crawled over onto Grace's sleeping body, and before she was fully awake, he poked his gigantic cock into the mouth of her rapacious cunt.
“Oh, God, where am I?” gasped Grace, waking with a start.
“My child, you are among the angels of heaven,” answered Lord Roxboro, planting a salacious kiss on her ruby red lips and at the same time giving a shove with his rod that sent him all the way in.
“Oh, oh!” said Grace. “So early in the morning?”
“The earlier the better,” said his lordship, “for the early bird catches the worm and the early cock catches the cunt: voila!
Under the stimulation of early morning energy, Lord Roxboro now began to ride his victim madly. Up and down he went like a mad bull and continued his ride until finally he shot forth with lightning rapidity a beautiful shower of fresh gleaming spunk that deluged Grace's vitals and caused her in turn to give down a spend of no less glory than his lordship's.
They fell apart and lay there panting.
Naturally, the disturbance of this little fucking had awakened Montgomery.
He too, like all mortal men on awakening in the morning, found he was blessed with a massive hard-on. Next to him he perceived the naked and panting body of the beautiful Grace. Without hesitation he mounted onto her naked belly and plunged his huge rod into her slippery cunt. He plunged down into her and leaped out again with the fury of a stallion. Grace gasped and panted beneath the fury of his onslaught. He served her with push after push until finally with a quiver and a gasp of delirium he belched forth into her warm and quivering quim a torrent of his cream that threatened to outdo everything else he had ever done before.
While they lay there panting, Lord Roxboro spoke: “Now, my friends,” he said, “I want it understood that as the lord of the domain of Roxboro, I not only claim the right of the first night with this charming young lady but I also insist on having the last fuck with her before she is returned to her husband, who has probably spent a lonely night without her.
“Montgomery, away with you, and leave me to put the finishing touches to the little piece of work.”
Montgomery rose and gathered up his clothes and left the room.
Meanwhile, Lord Roxboro straddled Grace's beautiful body and directed his poker, which was as hard as iron, into her yawning cleft. He was more deliberate this time, as he wished to draw out the pleasure.
Slowly he sank his penis into her trembling cunt and slowly he raised it up again as far as the nut. Again he went into her and rose almost out of her. For twenty minutes he kept up this delicious pastime until unable to contain himself any longer he was forced to allow his load to shoot with passion into her cunt; she on her part bathed the head of his penis with a copious downpour of her own love juice.
The two separated and proceeded to the bath, where they took a bath together and then dressed.
Breakfast was served to them, which they ate in silence. After the meal Lord Roxboro sounded a bell answered by Montgomery. “Present the young lady to her husband,” he said to the valet, “and allow them to proceed on their way.” So saying, he left the room.
Montgomery took Grace to the entrance hall and seated her in a chair. Proceeding to the room where Mr. Trant was imprisoned, he found him just finishing his breakfast.
“Mr. Trant,” said Montgomery, “Lord Roxboro has instructed me to inform you that he is satisfied in the way that you have kept your part of the bargain; he will also keep his. Here are your notes marked 'Paid in full,' and here is a check for one thousand pounds. When you are ready to leave, you will find your wife waiting in the entrance hall.” With that, Montgomery left the room.
Later that morning as the noon hour was approaching Montgomery happened to enter the library. His lordship was reading a telegram that he had just received with a somewhat surprised expression on his face.
“Most extraordinary,” he said half to himself. “Most extraordinary, really I never expected it. The one thing that under all circumstances could not have happened actually has taken place. What do you think?” he said, turning to Montgomery. “Caroline has eloped with Carl-with Carl, the stableboy. Here, read it for yourself!”
Montgomery seized the telegram and read: Uncle please forgive us and give us your blessing. I have become married to Carl and we are going to live in Northampton where he has secured a position as majordomo in the house of Earl Ransbotton. I am so happy. Caroline.
“Well, this is a surprise,” said Montgomery. “They must have taken advantage of our little affair last night and sneaked off. What are you going to do, my lord?”
“Do!” cried his lordship. “Why they made their bed, let them lie in it, damn them. But I have a better idea: we shall celebrate Caroline's wedding. Bring Freda here instantly if she hasn't eloped, too.”
Montgomery scampered off to other regions of the house and soon returned with Freda.
“Caroline's bed hasn't been-” began Freda when she saw Lord Roxboro.
“Tut, tut, my child, I know all about it,” said his lordship. “I sent for you for an entirely different purpose.
“My child, I have just learned that your dear sister has married and it is my desire that we celebrate the event in a little informal party.”
“Oh,” said Freda in surprise.
“Yes,” said Lord Roxboro. “It is as I said and the party will now commence. Freda, take off your clothes.”
“My clothes!” said Freda in amazement.
“Yes, your clothes,” said his lordship. “Do not waste any time. Off with them.”
“But Montgomery is here and he is looking-”
“Montgomery,” said Lord Roxboro, “take off Freda's clothes and then your own!”
Freda started to ran but Montgomery caught her and began to pull off her clothes.
Meanwhile Lord Roxboro locked the door. Off came Freda's dress, then her petticoats, then her shoes, then her stockings, then her drawers, till all that remained was her chemise.
“Just a minute,” said Lord Roxboro. “Leave her as she is and get your own clothes off. I'll finish her as soon as I am ready,” he said while he tore his own garments off.
In less than two minutes he was stark naked while Freda stood clad only in her sheer chemise.
“Come here, you little wretch,” cried Lord Roxboro as he dashed after her. He caught her and grasped her firmly.
“If only Montgomery weren't here,” she whispered wildly to him.
“Tut, tut, my child,” he answered. “Montgomery will only add spice to it.”
By this time Montgomery too was stark naked. With a zip and a flourish Lord Roxboro swished off Freda's shirt and she stood as nude as when she was born between the two naked men.
“Now, my child,” said Lord Roxboro, “this is to be your first fuck. Usually when I administer a first fuck, it is done with greater gentleness than the present occasion. However, as we are going to celebrate your sister's wedding, we shall go about it this time with a little variation.”
“Montgomery,” he said, “go and lie down on the couch and see that your rod is standing up well.”
Montgomery did as he was directed and reclined full length on the couch.
Then Lord Roxboro lifted Freda up and walked over to the couch with her. Her legs dangled against his erect shaft and caused it to palpitate the more. Lord Roxboro placed Freda's nude body down upon Montgomery so that the opening of her ass rested on the purple head of Montgomery's stupendous member.
“Oh, what are you going to do to me now?” asked Freda with apprehension.
“We are going to do to you what has never happened to a woman before,” answered Lord Roxboro. “Just be calm and everything will be all right. Better hold her, Montgomery,” he cautioned, “till I get myself set.”
Montgomery grasped her naked body with his lewd hands and while she was thus held in position, Lord Roxboro mounted her swiftly and placed the head of his prick into the delicate opening of her vagina.
“Oh, you cruel men!” cried Freda, now thoroughly alarmed at the trend things had now taken. “How can you be so unfeeling?”
“We don't often get a wedding to celebrate,” said Lord Roxboro.
He now gently but persistently pushed with his huge rod. At first he made little headway but caused plenty of groans from Freda, who was thus being speared from both ends at the same time. He strained and tussled until finally the head entered; he then felt a sudden loosening as the maiden skin was rent into a thousand shreds.
When this happened Freda let out a piercing shriek: “Oh, you are tearing me to pieces, you brutes!” she cried. “What have I done to be tortured like this!”
Lord Roxboro merely continued to push his way into her fair belly. Slowly he pressed in, slowly, ever so slowly. Gradually, a fraction of an inch at a time, the great white shaft wormed its way in, going deeper and deeper. With each forward movement of his noble prick, Freda gave out a cry or a shriek and pleaded not to be torn apart. But Lord Roxboro merely continued to worm his way in until at last he was buried in her to the roots of his prick and his pubic hairs mingled with hers and his breast was pressed flat against her glorious bubbies.
When finally he attained the limit of his reach, he paused for breath. “How are you getting along down below there, Montgomery?” he asked.
“Oh, I am making very slow progress,” answered Montgomery. “She is so very tight; all I have got in so far is about an inch and a half.”
“Well, that's not enough,” answered Lord Roxboro. “Let's see if I can help you.” So saying, he gave a fierce downward plunge. “How was that?” he asked.
“Oh, that was fine,” said Montgomery, “another inch went in that time. A couple more shoves like that and I'll soon be all the way in.”
“Oh, help! Oh, ah, oh, oh, you terrible brutes! Let me go instantly, I say, before you ruin me! Oh! I am torn.”
Lord Roxboro planted a lewd kiss on her lips by way of a reply and gave another lunge.
“Are you in now, Montgomery?” he asked.
“Not quite,” answered Montgomery. “One more push and I'll be there.”
“All right, then. How was that?” asked Lord Roxboro as he gave a strenuous push that made the couch creak under its force.
“Oh, that was the best one yet; I can't go up any farther now, even if I wanted to,” answered Montgomery.
“Good!” said Lord Roxboro. “Now we can work. Now Montgomery, as I push you push, and keep time with me.”
“Yes, my lord!” answered Montgomery.
The two began to push and pull alternately on Freda's delicious body, the one from the front and the other from the rear. Their pushing was accompanied by wails and cries from Freda.
After a while, however, the cries stopped and in their place were pants of enjoyment and pleasure.
“Oh, you dear sweet girl,” said his lordship, bestowing a long lewd kiss upon her mouth and fingering her bubbies libidinously.
Montgomery in turn kissed the back of her neck and patted the beautiful globes of her sensuous buttocks. The two men continued to push their penises up and down within the clinging body of the young and beautiful Freda. All three were now panting wildly, bathed in perspiration that rolled down their bodies. Bach movement was followed immediately by a gasp of salacious pleasure that could not be repressed. The sensation each felt increased and increased in volume. All of a sudden, with a simultaneous gasp, all three stopped, rigid with straining eyes. Lord Roxboro poured forth into Freda's cunt a torrent of spunk that was nearly sufficient to burst her cunt open-gush after gush flowed out and into Freda. Montgomery was not far behind. He shot forth jet after jet of burning cream that fairly deluged her bowels. This was too much for Freda and in spite of herself she gave forth a copious outpour that laved the head of Lord Roxboro's eager prick and set up new sensations of lust within him. After the first spasm and while some spunk was yet trickling out of their cocks, the two lewd men continued to pump Freda with their organs of lust.
Presently they all arose. “Well, Freda my dear child, how did you enjoy the celebration of your sister's wedding?” asked Lord Roxboro with a cruel smile on his lewd countenance.
“Oh, you are really too harsh for words,” said Freda weakly.
“Tut, tut, my child,” said Lord Roxboro. “Mark my words: you will come back to me for a repetition of this act of your own free will before many hours have passed. I'll guarantee that or I'll eat my own prick.”
Freda merely blushed deeply and, gathering up her clothes, rushed out of the room with pearly drops of spunk dripping from her secret charms.
“Well, that was a succulent morsel,” said Lord Roxboro to Montgomery. “But I feel that I have been getting a little too strong lately for a man of my age. I think I shall go up and take a little nap before luncheon is served.”
So saying, his lordship left the library naked as he was and, proceeding to the sun parlor with a tired but happy expression on his face, reclined full length upon a couch there in such a way that his splendid prick and balls would get the full benefit of the sun's life-giving rays.
He slept very deeply for about an hour. His sleep was uninterrupted by outside influences but while he slumbered he dreamed that he was in heaven, suspended stark naked in space and that one of the most beautiful angels was titillating the head of his rampant prick with the light and tickling edge of her feathery wings.
The effect was so great that he felt his rod grow stiffer and stiffen It grew so hard and rigid that the feeling finally caused him to waken. He opened his eyes with a gasp and his eyes fell upon his rampant member. It was fully as hard as he had dreamed but in place of an angel a huge fly of the “bluebottle” variety was roving round the huge purple nut of his prick.
The insect ran round and round and occasionally over the top. Each time its tiny feet vibrated on the delicate red skin, Lord Roxboro felt a fresh thrill rush through him.
Finally he could contain himself no longer and with a sudden and violent reddening of the huge nut, a tremendous gush of boiling sperm shot forth at least two feet across the sun parlor, while the flow that ran down the side of the glorious nut disturbed the insect and caused it to fly away.
“O, my goodness,” murmured Lord Roxboro as the last jet spurted forth. “That was the best yet. Who said that miracles never happen nowadays! Who would have suspected that a harmless little fly could so excite a man? I would have believed that I had been enjoying a wet dream. I never would have thought it possible if I hadn't actually seen the fly at work. Really, I must catch some flies and train them to do this kind of work.”
Lord Roxboro sat up and wiped off his abdomen, which was covered with his prolific spunk.
He then arose from the couch and proceeded to the library, where he had left his clothes, and slowly dressed himself.
By the time he was completely dressed and had glanced at the morning paper, luncheon was served.
Lord Roxboro consumed his meal quietly. He mused to himself that the asparagus reminded him of pickled pricks.
After luncheon he strolled aimlessly about the grounds, and later he returned to the library to attend to some correspondence.
While he was engaged in sealing the final letter, a gentle tap sounded on the door and Marie and Montgomery entered.
“My lord,” began Montgomery, “there is a little matter that I meant to tell you about some time ago, but I could not very well, on account of the rather welcome intrusion of Grace.
“The fact of the matter is, my lord, I have an uncle in Australia who is the proprietor of one of the largest stock farms in the state of New South Wales. For many years he has been writing letters to me, praising the numerous advantages the Commonwealth of Australia offers, especially to young men. But now, in his last letter, which I received four days ago, he states that he is becoming too old to give his properties the attention they need and insists that I emigrate to Australia and assist him in the management of his numerous properties under pain of being disinherited if I refuse, for I am the nearest heir.
“He wishes me to learn the management of the estate while he is still able to teach me. In fact, my lord, his letter is so insistent, that I have already cabled him that I will join him within a few weeks time-in fact, my lord, just as soon as I can wind up my affairs in England. Of course, Marie will go with me, too, as she is my lawfully wedded wife.
“My lord, I know it is customary to give a month's notice in a case like this, but I would ask you to overlook the matter this time since the thing in mind means so much to me- especially as I have already made arrangements for another manservant to come and take my place.
“John Meadows, a first-class valet, has agreed to be here tomorrow morning at ten o'clock and will be ready to take up his duties immediately, provided that it will be agreeable with your lordship for him to do so.
“Meadows is a good man, sir, and was with Sir Archibald Dunhamton for seven years and left Sir Archibald's service when that gentleman was appointed to a governmental position in India.”
“Well,” said Lord Roxboro, “I certainly am sorry to lose two such excellent servants as you, but I have never yet stood in the way of any man in bettering himself. Such is not the way of the Roxboro family, and furthermore, as you have gone to the trouble to arrange for a suitable substitute for yourself, I can see no reason why we shouldn't dispense with the little point regarding the month's notice. Just as soon as Mr. Meadows arrives, you may consider yourself absolved from all obligations to me.”
“Oh, thank you so much, my lord,” they both exclaimed in unison.
“You always were the most generous of men,” added Marie with heartfelt sincerity.
“Oh, it's nothing,” replied his lordship.
“Well, we had better go now,” said Montgomery, looking at Marie and backing away.
“I would like to see you alone for one minute,” said Lord Roxboro to Marie.
So Marie stayed and Montgomery passed out of the room.
“Just sit down on the couch,” said Lord Roxboro to her. “I will not detain you for long.”
Marie sat on the couch, followed immediately by Lord Roxboro after he had bolted the door.
“I am going to give you a little present before you go,” said Lord Roxboro, resting one of his hands on Marie's knee. “You know, I am anxious to impress my seal upon your happiness,” he said as he leaned over and planted a lewd kiss on her neck.
“Oh, you are as jolly as ever!” giggled Marie.
Lord Roxboro snuggled a little closer to her and nudged her knee with his.
“Oh, you cunning little wench,” he said, “I wish I could go to Australia with you.”
Then without warning, he lifted her skirts and flung them up over her chest, exposing her thighs and the lower part of her abdomen. At the sight of her delicate charms, Lord Roxboro's tremendous member, which had become as hard and as stiff as a rod of steel, burst forth through his trousers and stuck out threateningly.
“Oh, I am almost spending now,” cried his lordship and forthwith thrust the glowing head against the entrance of her twitching vagina. Before Lord Roxboro could continue any further, Marie gave a sudden forward lunge that buried his lordship's lance to the balls. After such encouragement, his lordship rode her up and down furiously until the climax came, and even then he did not stop but continued up and down until the last drop of spunk had been injected into her.
Then they separated and adjusted their clothing. As they crossed to the door, Lord Roxboro whispered to her, “Come to my room at five o'clock in the morning and I will give you my final blessing. Don't forget. I'll be waiting for you.” He gave her an affectionate kiss on her full red lips.
That evening everything passed as usual. Marie and Montgomery packed their things in readiness for their long journey.
The next morning at four o'clock Lord Roxboro was already awake. He lay in bed stark naked and allowed the rays of the rising sun to strike upon his glorious member. The warmth of the rays of the sun had a most invigorating effect. The member rose to its full height and pulsated like a huge engine. Thus he lay waiting, with some impatience for Marie to come and receive his last blessing.
At four-thirty, a half hour before her time, Marie entered softly, clad only in a thin nightdress.
“Ah, there you are!” cried his lordship, rising swiftly and embracing her.
Without any ceremony, he stripped off her nightdress, and the two of them stood in the early morning sun stark naked.
“Come, Marie, kneel down and receive my blessing.”
Marie knelt down before him, menaced by his enormous member.
“Now close your eyes,” said his lordship, and Marie did so. Scarcely had she done so when with a sudden thrust Lord Roxboro thrust the head of his huge member in between her red lips.
“There, my dear child,” he said. “There you have my last blessing.”
Marie at once began to roam around the glorious rubicund nut with her cunning tongue and did so until a mighty rush of lordly spunk rushed down her throat.
“Now stand up and let me kiss you good-bye in a befitting manner.” As Marie stood up, Lord Roxboro knelt down before her and gave the delicate lips of her secret charms an affectionate kiss. Then he thrust his tongue in between them and explored every part of that delicious recess that he could reach.
“Oh,” cried Marie, “how delicious this is. Oh! Ah! Oh!” she cried and gave down her womanly spend in a delightful shower that dampened the face of Lord Roxboro delightfully.
“Now you can go on your journey protected by my blessing,” said Lord Roxboro, giving one final and lewd kiss on her pretty mouth.
At nine o'clock Mr. John Meadows, the new valet, arrived and was shown his duties by Montgomery.
At ten o'clock, after bidding Lord Roxboro good-bye, Marie and Montgomery were driven to the station in Lord Roxboro's carriage as the first step of their journey halfway across the world.
After they had gone, Lord Roxboro murmured to himself, “Life is nothing but a succession of partings. Four very good friends have left me in as many days. Dear me, what shall I do with myself now?”
That night he went to bed earlier than usual. He lay on the bed with the lights still on and read his favorite copy of Fanny Hill. As he read, his limp member gradually stiffened itself until it was standing full length in the air. Lord Roxboro then shifted the book to his left hand while with his right hand he began slowly to masturbate himself.
Suddenly he started as a voice from the door cried, “Oh, uncle, you mustn't do that!”
Lord Roxboro looked in the direction of the door and saw Freda standing there clad only in her nightdress.
“How dare you come to my room at this hour and in that condition,” cried Lord Roxboro.
“Oh, uncle,” answered Freda, “I felt so lonesome!”
As she said this, she came farther into the room and approached the bed.
Lord Roxboro regarded her sternly but she did not seem to notice.
“How stiff and straight your thing is,” she said and reached out her hand and touched it. “Oh, and how hot it is, too!” she cried.
She took hold of the foreskin and began to work it up and down.
“Oh, you sweet child!” exclaimed Lord Roxboro, all the sternness leaving him. “Do not stop now but keep on until you are told.”
Freda continued to frig the enormous prick and with each movement the nut became a shade redder. Finally, things came to such a pass that all of a sudden a huge jet of sperm leaped out of the enormous prick and leaped halfway across the room.
“Oh, how strong you are!” cried Freda. “You are just like the horses!”
“Come, dear Freda,” said Lord Roxboro. “It is very late now; let us go to sleep. But before you come into bed, remove that ridiculous nightdress; you are not an old maid.”
They both fell asleep stark naked.
In the middle of the night Lord Roxboro woke with a feeling of being smothered. When he gained his senses, he realized that pressed onto his mouth was Freda's young cunt, while encircling the head of his enormous prick was the delicate mouth of Freda.
She was sucking away with all earnestness. Lord Roxboro himself, fired with passion, began to lap the cunt that had been placed so conveniently for him.
Presently the crisis came and while he shot jet after jet of his warm spunk into her young mouth, her trembling quim sent down a gush of her girlish spend that acted like a tonic on the sensuous nobleman.
The next morning his lordship was very thoughtful.
“Freda,” he said to her, “as much as I regret it, it is necessary for me to send you to school. You have had a long holiday now and it is time for you to start your education in earnest. I am going to send you to the Cullmoor School for Girls as soon as their new term opens.”
“But, uncle, we are very happy here and you could teach me all I need to know.”
“Yes, my child, I realize that, but conditions have now changed. No longer shall I be able to live in Roxboro Manor-not for many a day at least, for a grave international crisis has arisen and I have received orders from the War Office to report for duty with my old regiment. As you know, I am a major of the Reserves of the British Army and must go back to my command in Gibraltar, which is a rocky peninsula in the Mediterranean and where, as in a small town, my slightest movement is known to everybody else.
“But do not be so downhearted, my dear child. We have a few days yet.
“Come, let us take a sunbath together.” And taking her by the arm, he led her to the sun parlor.
As soon as they entered the sun parlor, Lord Roxboro sat Freda down upon a wicker chair and began to undress her. First he took off her shoes and then her stockings. Then he removed her outer dress and she stood before him clad only in her chemise. Meanwhile, a hard lump rose within his trousers. A light draft of air blew in just then, lifting Freda's chemise slightly and exposing the salacious and awe-inspiring grotto that was so attractive to his lordship.
Freda on her own accord took off her chemise and then cavorted quite naked about the sun parlor.
Lord Roxboro stripped off his own clothing. He slipped off his coat and waistcoat. Then he took off his collar and tie; then he took off his shoes and socks. Then he took off his trousers and exposed his huge member, which was pushed out through his underwear. Then he took off his shirt and finally his underwear and stood there in the full sunlight quite naked.
“Oh, catch me, uncle!” cried Freda from the far end of the sun parlor.
Lord Roxboro sprang after her with gusto. Freda leaped away lightly and it was fully five minutes before his lordship finally cornered her.
“Now I've got you, you little nymph,” he said, pushing one of his fingers up her orifice. “Now come to bed and receive your reward.”
He carried her to the couch and placed her upon it, belly up. First he fingered her hairy grotto awhile and then slowly mounted her. He placed the red-hot, hard head of his enormous member to the entrance of her trembling vagina and pressed gently downward. With a little more pressure he slowly, sank in to the balls. Now he began to ride up and down. Up and down he went, slowly but with great passion, each vibration becoming more charged with passion than the former. Up and down they went till eventually the reward came.
Lord Roxboro's body stiffened like a piece of iron while he held his breath and a tremendous jet of his lustful juice leaped forth and literally drowned the interior of young Freda, who was not slow in adding a copious portion of her own sexual fluid.
They lay inert on the couch for about an hour after this.
Finally Lord Roxboro said to her, “Now, Freda, in all your life you have only been buggered once and that was when Montgomery did it to you. Now, Freda dear heart, you really should become more acquainted with that delicious pastime. You know, in my old regiment, the king's own lancers, I learned the art of buggery from my batman and in time I became the champion bugger of Afghanistan, where we were stationed.”
“But that really does hurt too much,” began Freda.
“Nonsense, child, it might have hurt you the first time, but that is now past. You should be sufficiently well stretched now to be able to take a prick and not wink an eyelid except in the purest enjoyment.
“Come, turn over,” he said as he helped her over.
By this time his limp member had regained its gigantic rigidity and he pointed the head against her quivering little rear hole.
“Please do not hurt me, uncle dear,” pleaded Freda.
“Oh, I'll be very careful with you, as this is only your second time, but all you will feel will be a slight stretching of the muscles.”
So saying, he strained against her poor little asshole, and to the relief of Freda and to his great joy, he slid in easily and sank to the balls.
“Ah, how delicious that is!” he murmured as he planted a lewd kiss on the back of her neck.
He now began to rise slowly up and down in her, taking great pleasure in every fraction of an inch that he obtained. For fully fifteen minutes he continued to fuck her in the rear.
“Oh!” cried Freda. “I am spending!” And she gave down a copious flow onto the couch.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” murmured Lord Roxboro. “I can't hold myself. I am coming! I am coming!” And as he said so, he shot forth into Freda's hot bowels a scalding flow of his lordly sperm. His member throbbed violently and after each throb a jet of his spunk shot out. Finally the flow of their sexual fluids died down, and Lord Roxboro's enormous prick shrank and slipped out of Freda.
Freda was more than a niece to her uncle; in fact she was more than a wife could ever have been.
The next morning after breakfast a sour-faced old woman came to Roxboro Manor. On being presented to Lord Roxboro, she said, “I am Miss Matilda Spriggs, from the Cullmoor School for Girls, and as you requested, I have come to take your niece to the school.”
“Yes, that is quite right,” said his lordship. “She is ready now.”
After bidding her uncle an affectionate farewell, Freda went off with Miss Spriggs to the boarding school.
When she was gone, Lord Roxboro paid off his servants, had Roxboro Manor closed, and placed it in the charge of a caretaker, who was to receive all instructions thereafter from his lordship's solicitors.
For his part, Lord Roxboro reported to the War Office in London, where he received his orders.
He proceeded by train to Southampton, where he boarded a military transport-now dressed in his major's uniform-and proceeded to Gibraltar, where he resumed barracks life for an undetermined length of time.