her down upon his knees.
She allowed herself to be drawn without protest or comment. Passing his arms upward around her alabaster neck, he drew her face down to his and implanted a kiss of dewy sweetness that burned the sensitive girl like a tongue of hot flame upon her trembling lips and held her in a prolonged embrace.
One of his hands dropped to her protruding hillocks that graced the upper front of her form, and through the covering cloth he molded and squeezed their elastic contour. Deftly undoing the clasps that held her dress closed in front, he allowed it to part, and her breasts, warm and quivering, separated from his bold digits by only the intervening silk, felt more warmly his lascivious caresses.
The touch of his forefinger on her dormant nipples caused them to spring suddenly erect, and those feelings that had been engendered within her at the thought of the handsome Carl again took possession of her brain. Oh, these strange sensations of she knew not what! How they throbbed and thrilled her! The touch of a male hand upon the sacred portions of her person seemed to alight feelings that consumed her entire being, and she writhed about as if possessed.
After repeated kissings and fondlings, he drew one of her breasts out of her chemise and, bending his lips to it, sucked in the nipple and titillated its hard surface with his velvety tongue.
“Oh, uncle!” she murmured, her heart beating wildly. “You make me feel so queer!” and she leaned over and played with his hair and stroked and patted his head.
“Stand up before me, Caroline,” he ordered. “I want to see if you have done all that I told you.”
She arose and took a standing posture before him, like Venus rising from the bath, a pose that would have delighted the heart of Boccaccio. He gazed in rapt admiration at her and then passed one of his arms about her waist and drew her to him, carefully stroking her alabaster limbs with the other hand. After a few seconds of this play, he subtly moved his hand with alluring and caressing motions steadily upward; she felt his hand creeping up with that slow tantalizing motion as it glided over the velvety surface, up, up, up, above the rolled stocking top and in between the folds of her silken drawers, then between the hairy crotch until it lay against the fuzzy covering of her bower; she pressed her legs tighter together and bent over to delay that searching inquisitive finger that dallies so enticingly in the perfumed retreat.
“Come, come, Caroline,” said her uncle reproachfully. “Don't squeeze your legs together; play fair! I want you to stand up straight and open the gates of bliss wide!” And the beautiful damsel stood straight as Diana with her glorious legs spread wide apart as he eagerly fingered her moss-covered coosie, pushing an exploratory finger within the well-formed and pouting lips of her sensuous sheath, which quivered delightfully at his slightest touch, its sensitive state testifying to the masterly manner in which his excited finger was exploring her grotto of love.
Once his intruding finger pushed too roughly and abruptly; she gave a little wince at this and, holding him tight by the head as he sat there, wished that his explorations were completed. He eventually desisted and allowed her to don her clothes.
“Now, Caroline,” he said, “I want to see how your new drawers fit. Please stand away from me and lift up your dress. As high as you can conveniently do-there, that is just about right-see the light falling as if through a rose window of a cathedral, lighting up those glorious contours and outlines! Ah, my darling! Spread your limbs a little farther apart and give your old uncle a decent look!”
“Oh, uncle,” she begged. “I can't; I am too ashamed; won't you only feel and allow me to keep my dress down? Besides, holding my clothes up this way will cause them to be horribly wrinkled.”
“Come, come, darling; this is no time for nonsense! Besides, I am in no mood for trifling! Come, up with them, I must have a last glimpse of those ravishing secret places.”
She then moved in front of the gentleman and, grasping her dresses about her like a hen in a water pond, she drew them up over her face and was indeed delighted to find that the flimsy covering acted in the capacity of a perfect screen to hide her maidenly blushes and gasps of emotion.
He, sensuous man, reveled in the ravishing sight displayed to his inquisitive and penetrating gaze, never missing a point on her well-molded and gorgeous form. Ah, the matchless legs and well-rounded thighs and beautiful hips; a portion of her beautiful ivory-colored belly and the golden hair of her beautiful snatch were revealed to his ardent gaze; that tantalizing, golden spot with its pouting ruby lips.
After what seemed an age to the girl, she was permitted to drop her clothing. Then, commanding her to turn her back again, the performance was repeated. Her almost bare posterior was revealed to him. The beautiful ravinelike cleft between the well-rounded cheeks of her pink-and rosy-tinted arse thrilled him to the utmost and she felt his hand glide in and gently run up and down the ridge between her soft and throbbing objects, which he would squeeze and mold violently, stroking the velvety outer surfaces alternately.
“Hold up your dress, Caroline, and back up a little more,” he said, and she backed, reefing up her skirts higher.
“Now, now, bend over a bit!” he said. “Slowly, slowly now! Not too far forward! Ah, there, rest a bit.” And as she bent over, bringing her naked arse almost into his lap, she felt the hard, hot, quivering rod placed in the ravine of her luxuriant arse, the hot, wet, massive tip pressing against her diminutive bunghole, causing her to leap forward at the contact, only to be brought back with a violent jerk by the lord of the encircling arm.
“No, no! For heaven's sake, not there!!” she cried wildly. “That monstrous thing will kill me.” And she wriggled and squirmed.
“Oh, don't be silly, child; I am not going to put it into you there,” he said laughingly. “You can move away now.”
She lost no time in leaping away from the dangerous vicinity of her uncle's large and rampant prick; she turned and found him with the front of his pants unbuttoned and the gigantic prick fully unveiled. He took hold of it and pushed it out to its farthest limit.
“Come, Caroline; don't you realize what your dainty little hands are made for? Come and caress this little teaser.”
She grasped the thick prick in her hands and slid the skin back from its head, revealing the bright red hat, which was a curiosity to her. The feel of it seemed to affect her strongly; a quiver ran through her body and she grasped it more tightly and commenced rubbing it up and down frantically, which naturally seemed to affect her uncle, who soon pushed her hand away.
“What is the matter, Uncle John?” she asked, wondering at his thus brusquely pushing her hand away from the object, when her handling of it seemed to give him such a thrill.
“Too fast, too fast, Caroline, my child! You'll have me spilling all over the floor!”
“Oh, uncle, does that rubbing produce any of the fluid?”
“Why, yes, child, didn't you know that?”
“Oh, no, sir; I thought that you had to put it inside me to make it spit out the fluid.”
“Didn't you ever see a prick before, child?”
“Oh, no, uncle; never.”
“Well, it's a wonderful machine. It has been known to give much pleasure to women versed in its use!” And at this he laughed loud and long.
The girl was ashamed of her ignorance in this matter. “Oh, uncle, why has it got skin over its head?” she asked, wondering what the reason was for the pink fleshy covering. She had again taken it into her hand and was this time caressing it in the most gentle manner.
“Ah, evidently you know little of the construction of a man's prick, Miss Ignorance! I even suspect that you think there is a bone concealed inside.”
“Well, hasn't it?” she queried.
“Why, no, dearest,” laughed Lord Roxboro, again kissing and handling her magnificent breasts.
“Then why does it stay hard, like a bar of iron?”
“Why, from coming in contact with your little crack and the deep ravine in your rear. When I touch it to you, or raise your clothes, or kiss you or fondle you, the thing springs into action immediately and becomes like iron. Ah, I see that you must have a practical lesson in the use of this machine. Come, my precious dove; get down on your knees so you can observe if closely and I will explain to you its various uses and appendages; come, little pet, down on your knees.”
“Oh, uncle,” she murmured, but nevertheless she at once dropped to her knees before him as he sat there, his hand still encircling the object of her curiosity.
“Put your face up close and take a good look at it,” said her uncle. “Roll back the skin and look at its rampant
