your Everard's presence here on vacation—but I will not countenance it unless you swear to me you will not sin so greatly that you will bear a child, for in that I firmly maintain you are much too young!”
“I know many ways of pleasing Everard without fucking, dear Tante Laurette,” was Marisia's impudent boast. “There is the way of tickling with one's hand or finger, also with one's tongue -”
“Stop, I cannot bear to have you speak so boldly of such things done best under the sheets with the candles blown out,” gasped the beautiful, golden haired Laurette.
“Then I will show you what I mean, dear Tante!”
“With your uncle?” Laurette hazarded. Ah, what a shrewd and sweet minx she had become! For assuredly, let both beauties enter his bedchamber to do him carnal homage, and even the heart of a wholesome, sanguine rogue would bound affrightedly; old Claude Villiers would surely be carried off by a seizure the like of which two such entrancing conspiratresses could procure with the vision of their naked forms!
“If it would please you,” was Marisia's artful reply.
“Not me, you saucy wench, but your uncle. And he would be so enraptured, I warrant, as to grant you any boon you sought!”
“Then it is as good as done,” Marisia boldly giggled.
“So be it,” said Laurette, blushing again. “Tonight, I shall bring you into our conjugal chamber. I shall keep watch that he does you no great harm.”
“Bah, he cannot! My poor Papa said, once in my hearing, that Uncle Claude was all talk and no prick!” Marisia avowed. And so the exquisite complot was sworn to!
And so that night, when, in better humor than he had been since his wedding night, the old patron entered his bedchamber, he found his golden haired bride reclining on the bed in a thin white shift that modestly veiled her charms to her ankles. Yet she smiled on him and sweetly held out her arms to him, saying, “M'sieu my husband, would it displease you to have your charming niece visit you this night to show you a mark of her affection? She has been talking of nothing else since her arrival here.”
He scowled and nursed his bony chin. “But this she can do of a more seemly hour, Laurette. Tonight I am resolved to win that which I have labored for in vain since the day of our marriage.”
“Yes, my lord husband,” Laurette gave meek reply and fair cajoling smile, “and this is what prompts me to beg the favor of Marisia's presence here. For her grace and youth may stir you to performance of that great endeavor to which I look forward so impatiently myself.”
“Well, well now,” cackled the old fool, licking his lips in anticipatory relish, “in that case, I cannot begrudge the dear child this opportunity to signal unto me her happiness in the generous home I have provided. Indeed, I do think that her presence here will prove a happy augury for our future, for I find you marvelously humble and obedient, as I have not before.”
“It is because I was affrighted by my undeservedly honorable estate as your good wife, my noble husband,” was Laurette's adroit response, which naturally gratified the ego of the fatuous old idiot.
“Good, good, your humility has grace in my eyes. Then do you bring my niece to us straightaway,” he purred.
No sooner said than done, and in a trice Laurette returned to the patron's bedchamber, leading the adorable raven-tressed Marisia by the hand. Eyes demurely downcast, clad only in her thin muslin shirt which clung to her alluring young form in a manner that whetted the patron's narrowing, glittering eyes, she curtsied and murmured, “Dear my uncle, I longed to kiss you and my Tante Laurette good night ere I went to sleep.”
“Sweet child, come to my arms, then,” he cackled as he held them out. Marisia swiftly sped to him and,- locking her slim ivory arms round his shoulders, tilted up her saucy face and bestowed an ardent and lingering kiss full upon his thin dry lips. But, not content with this she pressed her loins tightly against his and, arching on tiptoes, barefooted that she was like an innocent maiden led into a trysting chamber, slyly rubbed her fledgling mount against his sere, des-sicated cock.
His face turned florid as he felt that lascivious constraint; till now, his hands had modestly rested on her shoulders. But when he felt the prodding of her bold young pear-shaped teaties against his chest and the wriggling friction of her loins, he grew emboldened enough to slip his hands down to the jouncy, high-set oval globes of her enchanting young backside, where one tentative squeeze of the satiny, firm flesh told him what a veritable houri of delights this untried maiden might well be.
“Morbleu,” he gasped in a voice even higher-pitched than usual due to his erotic excitement, “my sweet child, you recall to me the dear affection I had for your lamented mother, my adored sister Agnes. Ah, in her way, she was the loveliest maiden I had known, till, to be sure, the heavens smiled upon me by giving your Tante Laurette as my consort!”
“Do you think I am pretty, dear Uncle Claude?” the bold young hoyden teased, not relinquishing hold with her arms, nor easing the subtle rubbings which she continued to inflict upon his tremoring loins with her own fledgling cunny and sweet belly.
“Aye, you are more than that, my sweeting niece,” he breathed, for his fingers were by now reveling in the palpitation of her squirming bottom cheeks. “But it is high time you were abed, for your aunt and I must seek our nuptial privacy.”
“Can I not stay to watch, dear Uncle Claude?” Marisia murmured, fixing him with her gray-green eyes in a look of exquisite enticement.
“Er—n—no, my child, it is not seemly for your tender years,” he stammered, giving Laurette an appealing glance to come to his aid in sending Marisia from their presence. But Laurette, the sly minx, only smiled and nodded graciously, saying, “See how she dotes on you, her dear uncle, M'sieu my husband! She is a poor orphan now, and in need of affection!”
“That is true, but she is of too tender an age -” the old patron began, only to be interrupted by raven haired Marisia who, in a teasing voice, declared, “Oh, my uncle, I know well that you want to fuck Laurette, but I can help you do that if you will only let me stay!”
Monsieur Claude Villiers recoiled as if thunderstruck, his eyes virtually popping from their sockets: “Do I hear aright?” he gasped. “How can it be that this fledgling speaks of the secret juncture between husband and wife in such lewd terms?”
“Because I know what fucking is, dear Uncle Claude,” was the artful minx's reply, as she now put out a slim ivory hand and fondled the patron's cock through his nightshirt. “Do let me stay and watch, and I pledge I will help you both to enjoyment!”
He stood there irresolute a moment, torn between his overweening lust and his residue of conscience and morality, but Marisia tipped the scales in her favor by doffing her own nightshift and standing there adorably, bewitchingly Lillith-nude. There was a soft black down gathered over the dainty pink lips of her virgin cunny, yet, despite her scant years, her body was voluptuous to the extreme. The boldly jutting young pears of her titties were crowned by soft, wide coral-tinted aureoles, and the paps which centered those delicious haloes were pert and saucy in their crinkly verve. The wide, shallow dimple of her belly seemed to wink salaciously at her bemused, astounded uncle. “Do you not think now I can aid you, my uncle?” Marisia pursued, her gray-green eyes sparkling with licentious merriment.
“Mordieu, I do! Come then, my sweeting niece and my beauteous young wife, and we shall seek a menage a trois such as ne'er before mortal man delighted in,” he swore.
Laurette slipped off her own nightshift, and now was milky skinned-naked, as she clambered onto the bed on her proper side. Claude Villiers, shivering with feverish expectancy, hastened to expose his own scrawny nakedness and took his place beside her, whilst the ivory-limbed young niece nimbly stretched herself out at his right and, turning on her side, applied slim fingers to the dangling, dwindled edifice of his poor manhood.
“Oh, what enchantment, oh, what bliss,” he babbled as he turned to the wife of his bosom, his bony fingers paddling at her superb round milky bubbies, while gentle Laurette, forcing a beatific smile of humble acquiescence, let him do as he would.
“Oh, Uncle Claude, you must fuck Laurette soundly tonight, but your prick is not yet ready for that,” Marisia murmured. “Yet if I were a man, my dear aunt's beauty would make my prick stand to attention to dig into her darling cunt! Do let me help you fuck her, my uncle!”
“Do what you will,” breathed the entranced old man, believing himself to have come somehow to Mohammed's paradise where, it is said, many lovely houris await the pleasure of the faithful. For, indeed, surrounded on both sides by two such delectable naked handmaidens, he felt himself capitulated into that glorious
