At length he finished his dissertation and leaned back in his chair. The eager-eyed and flushed-faced Freda said, “Oh, uncle, you have made a lot of things clear that I didn't understand before. And, uncle, you have got one of those things that goes into a girl's body, haven't you?” she asked, glancing at the bulge in his lap.
“Why, yes, certainly,” laughed the lord. “I have a thing like that, as you call it. Have you ever seen one, Freda?”
“Oh, no, sir,” said the excited girl. “I never did. Won't you show me yours, uncle?”
“Why, Freda!” gasped the shocked Caroline, blushing furiously. “How can you talk like that to uncle? I am ashamed of you; you haven't the least bit of modesty, you shameless girl!”
“Nonsense,” laughed the lord gaily. “Now, Caroline, you really can't blame Freda for her thirst for knowledge! Freda, I congratulate you on your thirst for information. You apparently intend to satisfy your curiosity at any cost.”
“Won't you let me see it, uncle dear?” asked Freda roguishly, looking at her uncle with sparkling eyes.
“Well, now, that is rather a delicate question,” answered Roxboro. “Would you be willing to show me your intimate parts if I were to ask you? Would you give your consent immediately to such a request?”
The girl deliberated for a moment and then, lifting her head and after a look at Caroline's flaming countenance, said, “Why, yes, uncle, if you wanted to look at me, I'm sure I wouldn't mind!”
“Well,” cried the lord, “After my lecture it is no more than right that I should point out to you the parts under discussion! Move over, Freda; pull your chair up closer.”
The child moved her chair, at which his lordship reached down and lifted up her skirts, furling them about her waist.
“Now, spread your legs out wide, Freda,” he said and as she widely opened her legs he allowed his hand to creep up her silk-clad leg above her stocking and come to rest on the few inches of bare flesh that was exposed between the top of her stockings and her drawers. His hand lingered there for a moment as he caressed and molded her cool skin; then, lifting his hand to her waistline, he unbuttoned her drawers and drew them down in front. Furling her chemise upward behind her, she pulled down her drawers, exposing her pinkish crevice and then grasping the man's hand, drew it against her soft, warm belly.
She had apparently just reached the age of puberty, as the crotch between her legs was beginning to show a shadow of fine, soft, darkish hair that gave evidence that ere long she would have a fine dark crop.
The field of action was now open to his hand and he allowed his fingers to glide over every inch of her finely chiseled abdomen, letting it slip down to her crotch and fingering the curly tendrils that overshadowed her cleft, exploring every crevice! minutely.
Freda twisted restlessly under these handlings and as Lord Roxboro thrust his hand in between her widespread thighs and molded her warm delicate outer lips, she squeezed her thighs together on his hand and held it as in a vise.
“Oh, uncle,” she quivered, “you make me feel so nervous! That's it, where you have your hand now. Let's see yours now.”
“There you go,” laughed the lord, withdrawing his hand, without, however, fastening her drawers, and turned to Caroline who now lay heavily against him. He passed his hand over her forehead and was surprised at the fever and passion she was in. He looked at her knowingly and said laughingly:
“My goodness, Caroline, this little sister of yours is surely inquisitive! Shall I let her see the object of her curiosity, dear Caroline?” and here he kissed Caroline lovingly on her quivering lips.
“Just as you wish, uncle dear,” whispered Caroline, passing her arm about her uncle's neck and returning his kiss fervently.
Freda was an interested spectator to this caressing as she sat with widely opened mouth.
“Oh, Caroline,” she said, “you are not as quiet as you would have me believe. Kissing uncle like that! The very idea!”
“You jealous little spitfire,” said Lord Roxboro, kissing Freda upon her full rosebud lips in return.
“I want to see that thing!” cried Freda, twisting about in a sulk and flirting her dresses.
“All right, little Boo-hoo,” said her uncle. “Down on your knees with you, and under the table where you can take it out and look at it to your heart's content.”
“Oh, can't you take it out here in the light and let me look at it?” demanded Freda, wild-eyed.
“No,” laughed his lordship. “You must crawl under the table and unbutton my trousers, take it out and look at it if you are going to see it at all.”
Not daunted, Freda was under the table in a trice and flew to the buttons of his trousers. Lord Roxboro, due to his handlings of the two fair girls' persons, was in a magnificent state of erection by this time, and his rigid staff strained and pressed against its confinement.
On Freda's undoing a few buttons, it popped out in her astonished face, its red angry head almost poking her. She handled and squeezed its fiery head and murmured and sighed over its great size.
The peer did not lose this opportunity to draw Caroline to him and press her breasts and kiss her repeatedly, undoing the upper portion of her waist, exposing her beautiful white skin and delicately molded breasts despite her efforts to dissuade him, and allowing her soft silken breasts to become uncovered in the glare of the lights. He molded and caressed the now standing points and kissed the throbbing lips as she lay with closed eyes in his ardent embrace.
“How do you like it down there, darling?” he queried, giving a forward push with his legs and enveloping Freda.
“Oh, it is always so big! And hard! Mmmy!!! However in the world do you manage to insert that monster in a little crack?”
The lord laughed merrily and Freda caressed and molded his joint tenderly, stroking and pushing slowly up and down on the stiff staff.
“Oh, it's small enough to get into a good many cracks,” laughed Lord Roxboro and he pushed it gently toward Freda, under the table.
“By the way, would you like to see our little Caroline's bower of pleasure?”
Freda made a quick move and slid her hand up under Caroline's dresses.
“Come, Freda, take a look at Caroline's crack, and that will help you to form an opinion as to the generous proportions of cracks in general.”
“Oh, uncle,” gasped Caroline, holding him close. “Please don't allow that little minx to look at my coosie, please!”
“Go on, Freda, take a good look!” He held Caroline close, while Freda, nothing loath, scrambled to raise her sister's dress and view that delectable spot. She displayed as much avidity as Lord Roxboro himself might have been reasonably expected to show in viewing the virgin locality.
Caroline kicked and wriggled, twisted and squirmed in Lord Roxboro's arms, but despite her violent pleas for mercy, which Freda nonchalantly flouted, her dresses were unfurled and she was exposed to the gaze of the younger girl.
Much surprised at Caroline's lack of drawers, Freda inserted her inquisitive fingers between the mossy bower and into the protruding lips of Caroline's pouting coosie.
At the first intimation of her finger inserted into that feverish retreat, Caroline gave up the fight, and Freda, following her uncle's instructions, inserted her finger fully between the swollen cleft and immediately began to delectably massage the inner lips.
It was heavenly and Caroline's eyes rolled and dilated with a sexual frenzy that betokened the fiery passion rampant in her tempestuous person.
Freda moved her hand and fingers with a facility that betokened plenty of experience in such a lascivious pastime.
Caroline lay back, her head on the arm of her uncle, and rolled her eyes in passionate frenzy, convulsive twinges running through her body, a warm glow suffusing her entire being, particularly in the vicinity where Freda's agile massage was being prosecuted with a vigorous and passionate vigor.
She moved her glorious thighs up and down in unison with Freda's quick movements and kept murmuring, “Oh, uncle, oh, uncle, it is so good! Freda! Freda! Freda! your finger- oh, oh, oh… please… Freda… stop or I shall melt!”
“That's enough,” cried Roxboro, his prick in a rampant state. “By the gods, girl, I can stand this no longer.
