The man hesitated at this point; he found the thrill of thus penetrating the body of the blooming girl very intriguing.
“Marie,” he remarked, renewing his forward motions, “it strikes me, from the way you described your experiences, that the sensation of pain is very pleasing to you; I am convinced that you enjoy it more when it is painful to you. Now, just consider: suppose I should suddenly drive this tool clear up into you; suppose I should give a ram that would split you open and dispel your entire intestines. How would that strike you? You would probably die with pain, wouldn't you? Well, I have a notion to do just that.”
“Oh, no, my lord, no!” cried the girl. “Please don't talk like that! I know you would kill me; please go slowly, oh, so slowly! Oh, sir, you are driving me mad-either withdraw it or push it in, oh, sir!”
The lord, a grin upon his suffused countenance, began a slow back-and-forth motion, which was simply maddening to them both. The tightly encircling muscle gripped his penis like iron; the orifice seemed to gulp repeatedly, causing a delicious sensation to his flaming member, he moved only slightly back and forth-not sufficient to withdraw his member nor yet to force it in farther, but rather, a slow, frigging motion that was tantalizing to both in the extreme, prolonging the pleasure without forcing the issue as would have occurred had he plunged his tool completely into her vitals.
From her peephole Caroline viewed this proceeding with great interest, marveling that such a diminutive orifice could receive such a monstrous charger, and she quivered in sympathy as the beautiful maid quickened her breathing, as if in tune with the man's motions as he began now to thrust more violently against the stubborn resistance of her muscular sheath.
Suddenly the girl's emotions seemed to get the better of her, as, wrought to the highest pitch of excitement by the mingled pain and pleasure, she suddenly cried, “Oh, give it to me! Give it to me, master!” She now experienced wild thrills of sexual longings and wriggled her posterior far upward to meet the man's drives.
“Oh, push it in! Push it way in! Oh, please, give it to me-oh! I'm coming, I'm coming! Oh, give it to me hard, sir, harder, harder!” Reaching the climax of his emotion, the cruel lord now drove his swollen implement into the girl's tender rectum, up to the hilt, and with fierce drives poured seething and boiling up into her quivering bowels a swimming charge of his spouting cum.
VOLUME III
For some moments both the performers in the lascivious drama just performed lay as if dead; Roxboro's rod still firmly imbedded in the orifice of the lust-maddened maid. Marie, however, now that the delicious climax was past, gave vent to a few uneasy movements, if such could be termed her wrigglings, and the man, thinking that his weapon, now that it had served its passionate purpose, was embarrassing the fair girl, arose and withdrew from her bowels his giant engine, which escaped with a faint “Pop!” as though one had drawn the cork from a bottle.
His staff freed from this clinging enfoldment of trembling membranes, he stepped to a nearby table and procured a towel with which he cleansed his dripping member.
Caroline, from where she stood, an intensely interested spectator of this lustful scene, had contrived things with herself so that she had simultaneously with the other two reached the heaven of bliss and with the aid of her dainty finger had drawn down a spasm of pleasure.
This orgasm rather unnerved her, so that she stepped to the bed, where she lay for a few moments until her excitement had somewhat subdued; then she again returned to the station at the door in order to miss nothing that might transpire hereafter.
However, it seemed that the sensual lord's lust had been at least temporarily satisfied, for she observed that he was now in the act of releasing the fair Marie from her bonds. Upon being untied, she arose to her feet, cleaned her parts with a towel and rearranged her dress. Roxboro drew her to him and kissed her passionately. “You please me very much, Marie,” he said. “I am sure we will get along nicely together here; you are very familiar with the tricks of pleasure and we will try out some more of them on our next visit.” So saying, he dismissed her. Then he walked over to the couch, upon which he threw himself, apparently for the purpose of resting.
In an hour or so luncheon was served. The uncle and his two pretty nieces chatted throughout the meal, and after it was finished, he announced that he had still further work to do in his library and would be absent for the afternoon, but would see the girls again at dinnertime.
Caroline, whose passions had been excited to the utmost by the scenes she had witnessed in the morning, decided to play a little game of her own so she again persuaded Freda to busy herself about the grounds, stating that she had some things to do in her room and would be busy that afternoon.
This, however, transpired after her uncle had departed for the library, so that he knew nothing of her plans. In a few minutes she ascended the stairs to her own room, where she bathed herself carefully arid anointed herself with perfumed powder. Donning some of the beautiful lingerie she had purchased the day before, she stood surveying herself in the mirror, her passion mounting steadily until she felt as though she were aflame, admiring her beautiful form under the silken texture of the lovely undergarments, which covered and yet revealed the beauties. Slipping into a peignoir of orchid silk, she stepped to the library door upon which she gave a slight tap.
Roxboro had prepared himself for an afternoon of rest and now stood in his underclothing, preparatory to bathing. Hearing the knock coming from Caroline's door, however, he stepped to it and opened it. “What is it, dear?” he queried.
“Oh, uncle, I just tried on some of my new things and thought you might like to see them,” she replied, blushing prettily and clasping the peignoir closely about her figure.
“Just a minute, sweetheart; I am about to bathe, but as soon as I do so, I shall be right in, so just be patient for a few moments.”
Roxboro thereupon took himself to his own bath, where he proceeded to take a warm tub. In the meantime, Caroline placed herself in a large, soft easy chair and permitted her imagination to run riot. Gone was the maidenly modesty that had troubled her at first. Her experiences had made a woman of her and the scenes of the morning- the large, red, firm shaft of her uncle's cock-had excited her beyond measure; she longed for it now as she had never desired anything in her life; she felt that unless she received its length in her burning slit she should go mad.
She had not long to wait for the appearance of her uncle. In a few moments he entered the room, bolting the door behind him, then stepped to the door of her room leading into the hall, which he also inspected to ascertain if it were bolted securely.
Walking to a large armchair, he seated himself and said, “Well, Caroline, my dear, let's see the new pretties you spoke of.”
He had wrapped himself in a robe, but was apparently wearing nothing else. However, he seemed to be rather indifferent and showed no particular inclination to handle the lovely damsel who now rose to her feet before him, turned about slowly to allow him to inspect the beauties of the lacy robe which covered her form. “Very pretty; very pretty, indeed; now let's see what you have on under it,” he directed. The blushing Caroline, in a demure manner, made a slight hesitation about removing the robe, but in a moment permitted her courage to gain ascendency over her modesty and allowed the chiffon dressing gown to drop to the floor, revealing her lovely figure clad in pale yellow silk chemise and drawers, trimmed with snowy lace; the sheer fabric of the garments permitted the tinge of her pink flesh to show through in spots, and left practically nothing to the imagination, the fabric serving only to enhance rather than conceal nature's beauties.
“Hm! Very pretty, very pretty, indeed!” quoth the lord, still apparently not carried away by his niece's attractions and making no effort to grasp or handle her. This did not suit the parched girl in the slightest; she wanted something far more substantial than mere verbal admiration.
Coming closer to her uncle, she pointed out to him the beauties of the underclothing, called attention to the elegance of the lace trimming and the beautiful silken sheen of the fabric, in her interest being very careless about exposing to her uncle those parts of her person which modesty usually causes ladies to conceal, hoping thus to arouse him to the point of making a proposal, which he seemed not the least inclined to do. She wondered if she
