Caroline was silent for a moment. “Freda dear, I have an idea, and I am wondering if you will do me a favor.” She drew Freda to her and implanted a fervent kiss upon her rosy passionate lips.
“Why, certainly,” said Freda. “If it is anything that I can conveniently perform, you know I will.”
However, she became instantly upon her guard, as she suspected that Caroline was not altogether trustworthy and perhaps might even desire to perform the service upon uncle. “Well, Caroline, what is it?”
“Freda, dear. Let me go into the room and awaken uncle instead of you, like a good girl,” coaxed Caroline, figuring that in this way she could again regain her favor with Lord Roxboro and retrieve what she had lost when he found her in the embrace of the stableboy.
“No, no,” said Freda firmly. “Now, just because I told you about it, you want to go and do it instead of me and have all the fun. Well, I should say not.”
“If you don't, then I shall go to uncle and tell him all that you have told me about your relations together,” cried Caroline, thinking that this line would bring Freda to terms, and carefully watching to ascertain how she took all this.
“Oh, fiddlesticks!” rejoined Freda with vast disdain. “Go ahead, Miss Tittle-Tattle, go ahead and tell all you wish. Ha! I know a way to cook your goose if you do, however.”
“Oh, Freda!” gasped Caroline, alarmed because Freda was quite capable of any threat she made. “Freda, you realize that I wouldn't do any such thing. I only said that to fool you. I was joking with you.”
“Yes, Caroline, I know your brand of jokes. They have doubtless every other merit but that of humor. However, you were not joking about desiring to awaken uncle, were you?”
“No, Freda, I wasn't joking about going in to awaken uncle, because it means so very much to me. I could regain my favor with him undoubtedly, and I'll repay you handsomely, Freda, if you will only permit me to do the awakening. Will you, Freda?”
“For the last time, Caroline, there is nothing that you can offer that would induce me to forego the pleasure of awakening uncle. I must firmly and absolutely say that I will not grant your request. This is final,” said Freda, thoroughly enjoying for the first time having her sister so completely at her mercy.
“Oh,” moaned Caroline, bursting into tears and moaning piteously. “You are so mean to me, I wish that I were dead. Everyone is perfectly horrible.”
“Oh bosh, Caroline,” replied the practical Freda. “I know what you want; you just desire to feel his prong pushing up into your belly again.
“By golly,” mused Freda, “nearly time. Well, I must be going, Caroline dear.” And skipping blithely to the door, she departed.
She entered the hall, her veins tinkling with a delectable thrill at the approaching bout with the lascivious Roxboro.
Opening the door of her dainty room, she found his lordship still asleep on the ivory bed. Carefully closing the door, she shot the bolt as an extra measure of caution from the prying Caroline, and then she approached the bed softly and stood there a moment in the dim light. Lord Roxboro slumbered peacefully.
Slowly and softly, she lifted the downy counterpane from off his slumbering frame.
Enrapt, she stood there surveying the naked manly form; her eyes eagerly sought out that haven of maidenly interest, and she avidly drank in all the alluring enchantment of his ravishing person.
The object of her attention was, if anything, more shrunken and shriveled than before, like an ancient prune, and for a moment she despaired and wished she had permitted Caroline to have entertained in her place. It was beyond her powers of imagination to picture any sort of restorative that would bring back this insignificant object to anything like its former glory.
She gazed in amazement at the little object lying upon the huge testicles and wondered how it was, by what stroke of magic, she was expected to bring it to such a rampant state as she had formerly seen it in.
Then suddenly bethinking of his lordship's desire for her to appear in the nude before the performance, she hastened to comply with his wishes.
Stepping quickly from the soft folds that enveloped her glorious body, she approached the bed. Softly as the snow-flakes fluttering upon the ground, she approached the bed and seated herself quietly by the side of the sleeping figure.
Gently she raised the soft pintle and surveyed it, gazing at its ruby head and the mass of dark hair mounted above.
Slowly she fingered his flaccid staff and then, imagining that it was time to begin the performance, she lowered her head and opened the ruby lips of her pouting mouth and pressed it down upon his penis.
The utter flaccidity of the organ enabled her to take it in to its entire length, and she mouthed it gently, her lips resting on the hair of his stomach as she shot down on the long stag.
She felt him move slowly and restlessly, and the prong began to rise and stiffen under her liquid caresses. In answer to this she tongued more valiantly, until it became swollen to a rigidity that was marvelous.
She tongued more rapidly and was amazed to see how quickly it responded to the treatment, until at last she was barely able to take in the head of the rosy monster.
She thought that he must be thoroughly awakened by now but she kept on with her licking only to feel his hand slip down on her head and push her forward on the rigid, staff-a push that almost choked her to death!
She strangled as she gobbled the lengthy prong and drew back reluctantly.
It astonished her by its immense size and fiery head. Lord Roxboro laughed merrily and said:
“Ah, ha! my little alarm clock calls me to get up.”
Poor Freda coughed and strangled for breath, the tears starting from her eyes, and she looked reproachfully at her laughing uncle.
“Oh! uncle. I did not think that you would try to choke me. Why it swelled so big that I almost strangled.”
“Ah, my child! This rampant thing will do almost anything,” said Lord Roxboro, pausing between his gales of merriment and shaking the enormous bolus at Freda.
“Believe me, child, this rod has choked many girls before your time. However, Freda, my pet, none have suffered any fatalities. No one ever died from it as yet. And I don't imagine that you would perish any more than the legion of dames that have pushed their rosy lips down over its velvety surface.”
“It is quite hard now, uncle,” said Freda meaningly. “Are you going to insert it like you did with sister Caroline?” At this she placed her hands between her legs and fingered her twat; afterward she pushed it invitingly toward Roxboro, saying, “I would enjoy having a little party like Caroline.”
“My angel, you still insist on being ravished, my little hot-box,” he laughed. “One of these days I'm going to open you as wide as the door of China. Then it will not be so funny to you.”
“Oh, uncle,” she said in vexation. “You promised that you would do it to me and now you will not. I think that mean. Won't you please diddle me? You promised that if I would awaken you as I did, that you would take care of me, and now you don't seem to care to do it. I am as much a woman as Caroline, and if you can do it to her then you can do the same to me. Please, uncle, won't you?” coaxed Freda, looking perfectly adorable.
“Now, Freda, don't be persistent. After a while as I informed you,” He arose from the bed, and he looked smilingly at the dejected Freda sitting on the floor. “Come, puss, cheer up, there is plenty of time for a little nonsense later on. You'll get yours also, and by golly, your cunnie will crack.”
“Here you are, little one, let this make up for it. Come and take a kiss.” Holding it invitingly to her, he presented his cock and let her slip her pouting lips over its rampant head; then taking it out of her mouth he put it back into his pants.
“All right, pussie, don't be discouraged, you will have plenty of opportunities later on. Come, my lamb, get into your clothes, we must go downstairs. Where is Marie?”
“Oh! I don't know,” said Freda, fumbling with her clothes. “I guess that she is somewhere about the house.”
Lord Roxboro stepped into the library from Freda's and pulled the bell rope for Marie. Coming back, he said to Freda, “Go somewhere, anyplace; you must not be found in here. I have some business to transact. Oh, Caroline,” he called, raising his voice, “are you in your room?”
“Yes, uncle,” came a faint voice. “Do you want me?”
“Not just yet,” he answered. “Stay there until I call for you in a few minutes.”
Freda stepped outside the library door and wondered what it was all about.
