maddened plunges the girl wrestled and writhed as though to throw her attacker from her; her limbs entwined him; her mouth searched for his lips and she attempted to bite him-but contented herself with chewing and sucking upon his lips.
In their struggles the girl's head moved about until it hung down over the side of the bed; her lovely hair trailed upon the floor; her salacious membranes seemed to pump upon the shaft of his mighty charger as her bottom worked violently up and down to meet the mighty plunges with which he now belabored her. His right hand had slipped under her body, a forefinger had searched between the cheeks of her beautiful milk-white arse and found the entrance to that other channel, which had so recently been violated, and now, inserting merely the tip of the finger into that charming orifice, he worked it backward and forward in time with the plunges of their bodies, an action which seemed to drive the girl to still further madness. He could feel the head of his tool grinding against the very walls of her womb-he idly wondered to himself how she would feel about this performance after it was over, knowing that while she was unconscious of it at present, presently she would suffer considerable pain for this rough handling of her delicate interior.
The girl was bothered by no thoughts of the future or anything except the delicious present! She lay there, her blue eyes upturned until they disappeared under the upper lids; her teeth were clenched upon her lower lip, her hands were feebly grasping and clutching the bedclothing and her bottom worked viciously as she met the heated drives of her opponent.
Such excitement could not continue long. In a few moments the girl gave a short low moan, her arms clasped her uncle and drew him tightly down upon her, her upflung legs circled and gripped his back and as he, realizing her moment was approaching, gave her the full benefit of his long and sturdy engine, she met her climax and with moans and groans of passion the salacious pair melted in the bliss of delight.
That evening some friends appeared shortly after dinner, and a pleasant evening was spent by the occupants of the household, engaged in chatting and music. After the events of the day, the lord felt that his physique sorely needed a good rest, so after the departure of the visitors, he bade his nieces good night and retired to his own chambers, where he passed the night in sleep.
Arising at the usual hour in the morning, he dressed himself for the day and descended to the dining room where he found Caroline and Freda awaiting him. He greeted them, Caroline sweetly bidding him good morning in the most innocent manner. He glanced at the blushing Marie, noting that she was somewhat embarrassed, fumbling with the dishes as she served their breakfasts. He wondered what she would think had she known their affairs of the day before had been witnessed by Caroline.
Breakfast concluded, he repaired to the library for the purpose of writing some letters and attending to some matters of business. He was engaged in these matters when there was a light tap-tap on the door. Upon directing the person to enter, the door opened and Marie, blushing prettily, stood framed in the doorway.
“All right, Marie, you may come in,” said his lordship. The girl entered the room, closing the door behind her. “Sit down, girl,” he directed. The maid crossed to a chair where she seated herself facing him. Her face was suffused with blushes and she twisted her hands nervously as she stole a sidelong glance at the nobleman.
“What is the matter, Marie?” asked Roxboro.
“I–I just thought that I would come to see you. I thought perhaps you might have wanted to see me before I went to work downstairs,” she finished lamely.
The lord laughed at her faltering speech and her inability to come out directly with the object of her visit. Evidently she had misinterpreted the meaning of his glances at the breakfast table and thought he might wish her to visit him in his library.
“Come over here and stand before me, Marie,” he said, and sat back in his chair. The girl rose obediently and crossed the room, to stand directly before him. His lordship, passing an arm around her waist, pushed his other hand up beneath her dress, up her bare thighs, and as she spread her legs slightly to accommodate his questing fingers, his roving hand wandered about her lower person, front and back, curling the hair between her legs, finally an inquisitive finger sought out and entered that enticing slit, which immediately clasped and clung to it with hot, moist lips. He gently manipulated that sensitive portion of the girl's anatomy, causing her to twist and jerk with intense feeling, little sighs and moans issuing from her lips as her body thrilled and throbbed with passion.
The man watched intently the effect his fingering and caresses were having upon the fair girl. Holding her tightly about the waist, he continued to finger and manipulate her, intending to cause her to reach a climax.
As her passion mounted, her writhings became more and more excited until finally, breaking from his grasp, she crossed the room and threw herself upon the couch, her dresses furled up about her body, her legs widely spread, her eyes gleaming brightly with passion and with a smile upon her face which silently invited him to the fray. The lascivious girl had reached a state of utter wantonness; as she lay outspread upon the couch in that inviting position, she was a charming picture of feminine desire, her bottom moving convulsively, her hands clenching and unclenching, her face a rosy pink with excitement, her snowy legs and belly quivering with desire.
The man viewed the sight with extreme pleasure, but his ideas were along slightly different lines from those of the lust-maddened girl. His tool had become only half-hardened and he did not wish, at this time, to satisfy her lustful desires in the manner she so much wished.
Opening his trousers he withdrew the half-limp organ, allowing it to hang out in sight of the girl, but made no move to approach her. In a few moments, realizing that her invitation was wasted, she sprang from the couch, approached the man and, grasping his slack member with her warm hands, began to caress and frig it in an effort to bring it into full strength, the man's apparent indifference only serving to increase her wild desire. However, seeing that efforts to arouse him were fruitless and angered at his apparent indifference, the girl soon desisted from her attempts and, returning to the couch, threw herself upon it facedown and burst into angry tears of disappointment.
“Now, now, Marie,” said the lord. “Don't take on so. You are extremely attractive, but why be in such a rash? I have an idea I would like to try out before we do what you wish to; do. I don't want to drain my strength so early in the morning.” Picking up the pen with which he had been writing at the desk, he twirled it in his fingers. “Do you know, Marie,” he said, “I have a notion to hurt you with the point of this pen? I would like to prick you on the pussy with it, I think I would get a thrill from that.” Here he held the pen up for her inspection. “It won't hurt you much, my girl, and I believe it would give me great pleasure. Come! Stand up here and let me prick you slightly with it!”
The startled girl looked up from the couch. “Oh, no, no, sir. I couldn't stand that, I'm sure! And besides, the point is covered with ink and I know I would get blood poisoning!”
The thought of inflicting pain upon that sweet young person, of pricking her snowy thighs and pink slit with the pen point had inflamed his passion and his flaccid organ began to rise somewhat.
“Come, Marie,” he cried somewhat irritably. “Come over here close to me and at least let me try it once and see how it is!”
“Oh, no, no, sir!” she replied. “I'm afraid; I know you would hurt me and I just couldn't stand it!”
“Oh, if you are afraid of the ink, I will change the point,” said the man and here he withdrew the old point and, throwing it into the wastebasket, secured a bright new point from a box on the table, which he inserted in the holder. Moistening it with his lips, he dried it carefully and motioned the girl to stand before him.
“Oh, you will hurt me, master!” she moaned; nevertheless she hesitantly rose to her feet and, holding the front of her dresses up, exposing her belly and thighs, she fearfully approached his lordship.
Standing before him, he had her spread her legs widely apart, then inserted a finger into her cleft as far as it would reach, he titillated and fingered her sheath until the lustful girl feared she would spend.
With his free hand he reached to the table and secured the penholder. Admonishing the girl to hold her dresses as high as she could, thus exposing the whole front of her person as high as her breasts, pulling her thighs widely apart, his busy finger rapidly rubbing her hot, salacious quim, he inspected the girl's body minutely, admiring the soft milky whiteness of her skin and the silky down covering her cunt. His tool had by now stiffened to a rampant hardness and he was tempted to insert it into that delicious cleft, but restrained himself from so doing in favor of the infliction of pain on those tender parts.
He ordered the girl to step back slightly and to place one foot on the chair, thus exposing to the fullest those secret parts which he now intended to torment.
The girl gazed at him with widened eyes, half-fearful but wholly lustful, his busy fingers sending throbs of
