Why should a man whose blood is warm sit like a grandsire, carved of alabaster? I can stand it no longer. Come, Caroline!” and he dragged the girl to her feet, rising at the same time.
His rigid member stood forth nobly, waving in front of him like a wand. Caroline seized it avidly and stroked its rosy red head and molded it passionately.
“Stop, stop! My God, girl, it is aroused enough! Do you want me to spend right here and now?”
Caroline's dresses had fallen, covering her nudity. Grasping each of the girls by the arm the lord said, “Come Freda; come, Caroline,” and he led them to the couch in the comer of the room. Then, returning to the door, he locked and bolted it, drew the shades at the window and lit a small rose lamp on the table, which cast its rosy glow over the proceedings in the darkened room.
Returning to the couch, he pushed Caroline down upon her back, pulled her skirts high above her waist, exposing the satiny surface of her stomach and unveiling to his eyes her entire person, stark naked. His hands petted and caressed the girl's beautiful body for a moment, then he threw himself upon her where he rolled and twisted like one possessed.
Caroline rolled her eyes and tossed about in a frenzy, moaning, “Oh, uncle, please tuck it in-I am dying for it-please!”
“Here, Freda; come and watch me impale myself in the sweet recesses of your sister!”
Placing Freda's only too willing hand upon his fiery pole, he allowed her to guide it to the entrance of Caroline's quivery moist cunt, the lips of which were trembling and impatiently awaiting the entrance of his quivering, throbbing penis. Freda directed its blazing head at the pulsating orifice; a plunge and in it went, buried to the balls. Grasping Caroline to his bosom, he moved back and forth; Caroline threw her legs about his back and wiggled furiously beneath his mighty thrusts. Her eyes rolled upward, her bosom heaved, her bottom wriggled, throbbed, and burned. Roxboro glued his hot lips to her quivering mouth and inserted his tongue into the burning furnace of her throat. They instantly twined tongues and battled for supremacy. The girl's bottom moved with alacrity to meet his thrusts.
“Freda, Freda,” Roxboro cried suddenly. “Come around in front of us here, and lift up your skirts. High, high up above your head!” The girl got out from beneath Roxboro, where she had been manipulating his testicles and watching the play of the sexes before her delighted eyes, and came around in front of the lord.
She raised her dainty skirts high above her pert head, exposing the perfect contour of her divine limbs, the sweet little navel, the intriguing bower with its moss-covered hilly triangle, and all the perfect points of her childish beauty. All this was exposed without the least reservation to his lordship's gaze.
Unfastening the string that still supported her drawers, the girl permitted them to fall to the floor about her feet and stood bare from the tops of her stocking to her waist, presenting a most alluring appearance.
Reaching out an inquisitive finger, the lord inserted its tip into Freda's hot little cunt, causing her to wiggle and dance up and down on his aggressive digit.
“OH, CAROLINE!! FREDA!! I'm blowing my stones; I'm coming, I'm coming, coming… ah, take that! and that! and that!” and he pushed the rigid throbbing member that was just at the thrilling climax of the heavenly act. Spitting, spluttering, he discharged a load of sperm that bespattered and drenched the coosie of the writhing Caroline.
At almost the same moment, Caroline uttered a groan and shrieked, “OH, uncle, uncle…oh, I'm coming… Ooooooh! It is there… it is there… oh, uncle… push it farther, push it in as far as you can!” and she gave down a flood of dewy spunk, besplattering the monster organ of her uncle and drowning it in the sticky fluid.
Her muscular cunt alternately tightened and relaxed its hold upon his prick, and Freda, peeking over the top of her upturned skirts, realized that the crisis had been reached. She allowed her dresses to drop and looked at them.
Roxboro lifted his head in a moment and directed Freda to run to the toilet and procure a towel. Upon her return he took it from her and placed it between Caroline's dripping thighs; then, arising, he took one end of it and wiped the now softening prick. Freda approached the couch and inspected her sister's private parts to ascertain what damage, if any, had been done by the rude assault of her uncle's gigantic member. Her view of the preceding performance had hardened her resolve to indulge in such a course at the first opportunity, as she surmised the pleasure which had been her elder sister's portion in the battle of love just concluded.
Turning to her uncle, she said, “Uncle, now that you are through with Carrie, won't you harden that thing again and do that to me? I want you to put it in me and lay on me like you did to her, won't you, uncle?”
She approached her uncle and seized his prong, gazing at it in amazement. It was now reduced to a poor, shrunken, insignificant thing, far from the noble instrument it had been but a few short minutes before.
“Come, come, Caroline,” said her uncle. “Get yourself to the bath and get rid of that load; do you want to become pregnant?” The girl struggled to her feet and staggered to the bath, the sticky fluid running down her ivory legs and soaking her stocking tops.
Freda, gazing at her uncle's organ and holding it tightly in her fist, was amazed and disappointed as it continued to shrivel into practical nothingness, and she finally let it drop, wiping her hand upon her dress to remove the sticky substance it had encountered upon her uncle's member.
Caroline, upon entering the bath, seemed to be in a daze. She staggered weakly to the toilet seat where she collapsed, half-fainting. The thought of the rough towel upon her tender parts was repugnant; although she had had a complete orgasm under her vigorous uncle's ministrations, she still felt unsatisfied; her nervous system was a mass of jangling bells; her cunt itched and burned. She desired she knew not what. Staggering to her feet, she opened the door and started across the room.
“I feel rather strange; I think I shall go up to my room and lie down.”
“Do so, by all means,” quoth his lordship. “A few minutes relaxation will restore you. Come down again when you feel better.”
The girl walked to the door, which she unbolted and, passing through it, closed after her. She started for the stairway but, noting that the outer hall door was open, stepped out upon the veranda for a little fresh air. A breeze was blowing and she immediately felt better. “Ah, this is what I needed,” she breathed to herself. Stepping down from the veranda and into the grounds, she walked about for a few minutes; then, almost without knowledge of why she did so, her steps led her in the direction of the barns.
Scarcely aware of where she was walking and with utter indifference as to her destination, she slowly walked toward the barn; the curious heat and itching of her pussy seemed to grow greater all the time.
As she reached the barn, she stepped to the door, which was open, but as she crossed the threshold, her strength failed her and she nearly fainted as all seemed to go quite black before her eyes.
Suddenly she felt an arm about her and heard a voice in her ear: “Why, what is the matter? You seem to be ill.”
Caroline looked up into the handsome eyes of Carl, the stableboy. She sank weakly into his arms, and he supported her slowly to a stool that stood slightly back in the shadows of the large room of the barn.
“Oh, it's you, is it, Carl?” she queried weakly as they sat together on the stool, her head resting on his shoulder, his strong arm about her as she leaned against his powerful young frame.
Turning her head up and looking directly into his eyes, she whispered, “Kiss me, Carl!” The boy's eyes widened and his face flamed. She threw her arms about his neck and drew his face down to hers, then planted on his lips a lingering, hot, moist kiss, which he instantly returned, his arms grasping her yielding form tightly. Her arm dropped, her hand sought his lap and began to fumble with his trouser buttons. In a moment she had released his manly tool and drawn it forth, where she held it in her hand, manipulating and squeezing it as she felt its softness change into steely stiffness as the boy's passion rose.
With this encouraging action on the part of the girl, the boy's part was simple. His hand groped for her dresses, lifted them, and he inserted his fingers between her now widespread legs, where they quickly found her hot, palpitating and still-wet pussy, which they proceeded to investigate and manipulate as the lad's lust mounted high. His hot kisses rained on the girl's lips, face, and neck. His breath came in gasps and his hardened cock now stood stiff and rampant under the girl's tantalizing touches. It was a noble staff indeed, young and virile; a fiery red head surmounted a gleamingly white staff of immense proportions, a much larger prong than that of her uncle, Caroline discovered, and one that promised untold sweets in the practice of love.
The girl's excitement was now at the boiling point; she could wait no longer and as the youth still seemed somewhat reluctant to come to more active battle, she whispered softly to him, “Give it to me, Carl dear!”
