Scarcely believing his good fortune and impatient of any further delay, the young man picked the girl up in his arms, carried her to a shadowy place in the rear of the barn where there lay some clean, fresh, sweet hay, upon which he lay the charming girl, who sank back luxuriously into the soft pile, spreading her legs wide, her skirts furled up above her waist-a charming sight indeed, which the lad contemplated for a moment or two as he stood before her, fingering his now throbbing weapon; then, as though in reverence, he dropped to his knees, his face plunged between the beautiful girl's legs and buried itself in her golden bush, where his busy tongue titillated her center of passion with a few quick lickings and dartings between the moist, sensitive lips of her throbbing and quivering cunt. Her hands clutched his head and she drew it tightly up against her; her legs wound themselves about his neck and she feared she would choke the youth as she tightly grasped his young and handsome head between her soft white thighs.
A few moments of this dillydallying, however, were sufficient for the ardent lad. This was very nice for the lady, but meantime his own tool was perking and throbbing with unsatisfied lust, so, raising himself once more, he crept up over the lovely girl and as her nimble fingers reached for and grasped his perking prick, which she quickly steered into the enticing crevice of love, he gave a plunge, burying the full length of that noble bolus in her quivering cunt!
As she felt that gigantic red head enter her slit and force its way into her innermost parts, the great shaft of the member distending her tender vulva as it entered and forced its way into her, the girl gave a low moan of pleasure; although she felt a slight pain upon the first entrance, the terrific size of his bolus was satisfying to her lust in the utmost, and as the instrument plunged home in her desirous quiver, her bottom began to plunge and twist in a frenzy of lust. As his powerful prick was shoved in and withdrawn again, the velvet sides of her cunt grasped and squeezed it; the lad slowly but strongly worked back and forth as the excited girl twisted and squirmed wildly in the excess of love. With such passion, the bout was doomed to an early conclusion and, sensing that the climax was approaching, they each redoubled their efforts and with a last wild ecstasy of thrusts and twists they indulged in then-orgasm together, then lay sunk in the lethargy that follows the climax, locked in each other's arms, scarcely conscious and breathing heavily.
They lay thus for several minutes, but, strangely, the youth's organ seemed not to relax or wilt in its hardness and firmness, but lay embedded in the girl, retaining its original virile state and giving little throbs from time to time. The girl's passion had been considerably assuaged by the violent bout and the completeness of sensation, but the youth gave no signs of withdrawing.
Presently he began a slight back-and-forth motion with his body, his big prick massaging the still hot and quivering surfaces of her inner being, and although the girl felt somewhat exhausted after her recent experiences, the sensation was pleasant and became increasingly so as her nature again responded to the youthful ardor of her cavalier, and as his movements increased in speed and violence, she found herself once more moving in unison with him, to meet his gallant thrusts. Soon they were in full play again and after a few moments of thrust and withdrawing, they both discharged a second time and again lay melting in the sweet half-conscious bliss that follows the emission, the girl now completely exhausted and spent from her arduous efforts.
In a few moments, however, as they lay thus, wrapped in each other's arms, a harsh voice broke into their reverie:
“Here, what the devil's this! How dare you? You are discharged-get out of here immediately before, I do something terrible to you! As for you, miss, I will take care of you later!”
Caroline looked up to find her uncle standing over the guilty pair, hands on hips, his face black with rage.
“Oh, no, no, uncle!” the girl cried. “Don't blame Carl: I asked him to do it… he is not to blame!”
“Oh, yes, I suppose so,” sneered her black-faced uncle. “I suppose you came out here and raped him, the poor, innocent little boy! How nice! A stableboy-what fine tastes you have, my lady! Well, I will attend to you later, young man; Caroline, come to the house with me. I am ashamed and surprised at you; a niece of mine with a stableboy! You are a disgrace to the family!”
Roughly grasping the frightened, shamed, and miserable girl by the arm, he led her to the house, where he commanded her to repair to her room and to await him there. She immediately went to her chamber where she threw herself on the bed, breaking into sobs that shook her whole body.
Presently the door opened and she looked up to see her uncle entering the room, leading by the hand her sister, Freda.
“Freda, look at your sister; she has the makings of a fine strumpet!” At this poor Caroline buried her face in her pillow, sobs racking her lovely form. “Yes, she has to do with any man, be he stableboy or whatnot-she isn't satisfied to give herself to a gentleman-he can't satisfy her. Some common streak in her makeup forces her to have affairs with stableboys, guttersnipes or whatnot! Faugh! A fine lady you seem destined to be-a fine whore!” Poor Caroline was overcome at her uncle's reproaches while Freda looked on in amazement at the turn things had taken. “Freda, you go to your room; I will see you later.” Pushing the child to the door, he saw her leave; then, locking the door, he turned to the quivering sobbing girl on the bed.
“So, my fine young lady, not only did you give yourself to that dirty groom, but by your own admission you invited him to handle you! Now, what have you to say for yourself?”
“Oh, uncle,” sobbed Caroline. Sitting up in the bed, she endeavored to grasp one of his hands, only to have it withdrawn roughly. “I don't know what was the matter with me; I was so passionate and felt so strange; I must have been crazy. I promise you I will never do it again, if you will forgive me. Please, uncle!”
“No, no, miss; it isn't a question of your doing it again; you can only do such a thing once in this house. If you are destined to become a harlot, then the sooner you start, the better. Out you go and you may walk the streets and practice your profession. Get out of here and never let me see your face again. To think that a relative of mine should descend to such infamy. I would never have dreamed you capable of it!”
By now the frightened and sobbing girl was on her knees in front of the raging man; her arms clasped his thighs. “Oh, uncle, I realize what a terrible thing I did; really I wasn't responsible; I didn't seem to know what I was doing. If you will only forgive me, I promise you I will never, never do anything to displease you again. You may punish me-beat me-whip me-whatever you say, only please don't send me away. I have been a bad, bad girl, but I promise not to do anything of that sort in future, only forgive me.”
“Well, if I do permit you to remain, you may expect to be punished for your conduct!” cried the lord, his eyes flashing with anger and rage.
“Oh, anything you say, uncle,” cried the girl. “Any punishment you desire, I will submit to-only please let me stay.”
“Well, I will think the matter-over; after all I hate to rum a relative out upon the streets.”
“Oh, thank you, uncle, thank you,” cried the girl, grasping one of his hands, which she carried to her lips and kissed in gratitude. “I will be the best girl in the world and never, never do anything to displease you again!”
“Not so fast, young lady; I haven't fully decided your case yet. Stay in your room until I see you; I will have to think this matter over before deciding what will be an adequate punishment for such a crime as yours!”
With this, a deep scowl mantling his features, he left the room, locking the door behind him. The girl, feeling sure that her uncle would relent, regained her spirits in some measure and betook herself to the bath, where she gave herself a thorough cleansing, perfuming herself slightly. Returning to the chamber, she decked herself in her loveliest clothing, preparatory to her interview with her uncle after dinner, hoping to use her feminine wiles to win him over again.
Leaving Caroline's room, Roxboro betook himself to the chamber of Freda, where he found that young lady primping before the mirror.
“Oh, uncle,” she queried. “What did Carrie do? Why were you so angry with her?”
“You will find out later, little one,” said the man, patting her on the head and seating himself upon the bed. Drawing her to him, he pulled her up on his lap and kissed her rosy young lips.
Placing a hand on her breast, he squeezed and felt her delicate maiden bubbies, scarcely large enough to be observed under her sheer dress. From there his hand slipped down to between the child's legs, finding she had again donned and buttoned up her drawers. His busy fingers soon undid the buttons, however, and he played with the child's quim for a few seconds.
“Well, Freda, I see you got yourself all dressed again,” he said.
“Yes, uncle, I thought you were through playing with me so I put on my panties again.”
