panties, he jerked so that the buttons broke, allowing the drawers to drop slightly until supported by her hips. Her chemise he furled upward, allowing her belly to be naked, his hot fingers manipulating the soft roundness of her abdomen. Her satiny stomach quivered and trembled under his grasp. Now, grasping the top of her drawers, he pulled and tore the filmy material, which rended in a long tear, and he pulled the garment downward to her knees, exposing the whole front of her body. As he did so, the shamed girl dropped to her knees, crouching before him in a desperate effort to retain some shreds of her maidenly modesty.
He had not yet succeeded in touching her secret charms and, losing his patience, he seized the nipple of one of her bare breasts between his fingers and, giving it a cruel twist, shouted, “On your feet! On your feet, girl; stand up, I tell you!”
“Oh, uncle!” sobbed the blushing damsel, the tears dripping from her beautiful azure orbs. “You hurt me! You hurt me!”
“On your feet, I said,” he cried, continuing to tweak the tender nipple. “I have had enough of your foolish behavior; you would test the patience of a saint! Stand up, before I really hurt you!”
“Yes, yes,” she cried, scrambling to her feet, her drawers slipping down upon her well-formed legs until they lay about her slim ankles. “I'm up, uncle, I'm up.”
“See that you stay up, child,” he growled. Again placing his salacious hand beneath her skirts, he lifted them above her waist, exposing her whole glorious front to his lascivious gaze. The lustful creature ran his hand caressingly over her golden mount, covered with curling yellow hair that retreated between the whiteness of her smooth lovely thighs, forming a picture of beauty that would arouse the passion of a statue.
His busy hands explored her charms, caressing the warm white thighs, then slipping around in back of her to manipulate and mold the firm, rounded cheeks of her magnificent buttocks, soft as velvet. Then his busy finger found the soft crevice between her legs, felt the outer lips of her jewel of maidenhood. She stood passive, too frightened to move, as his finger divided the outer door of her pink cleft and forced its way into the tightly folded interior. As her hidden charms were thus suddenly and roughly violated, the trembling girl gave vent to an involuntary cry and her body shuddered violently. She attempted to withdraw from her uncle's embrace, pulling violently away from him.
“You hurt me, uncle, you hurt me; that hurts terribly,” she quavered, attempting to push down her dress in an effort to clothe her crimson nakedness. Her attempt was futile, however, as her powerful uncle drew her closer to him, petting her and soothing her in an effort to quiet her attempts to retreat.
His rod had for some time been in a terrible state, swollen and throbbing from passion, aching to be relieved. Drawing one of the girl's hands down to his pants, he pressed the delicate fingers against the huge prong that was distending the front of his trousers. “Squeeze it, Caroline! Squeeze it, darling; there's a good girl! Do that, it will help me greatly; you don't know how I am suffering, child!” said the lord as he pressed her hand tightly about the throbbing charger.
“Oh, uncle,” cried the girl, at the same time grasping the huge covered bolus in a tight embrace and gently squeezing it in her fingers. “Why must I do this, uncle?” she inquired.
“Take it out, girl-open my pants and take it out so you can feel it better, dear,” he cried, kissing her fervently and hugging her to him as her hand manipulated his huge member.
“Oh, uncle,” she cried, “please don't ask me to do that; you know that isn't nice; I wouldn't want to touch that nasty thing; please let me go.” Nevertheless she continued her hold on the member, her face covered with blushes.
“Must I break this hairbrush on your buttocks?” queried the lord. “You stubborn wench, you will force me to do something desperate. Do as I say, and quickly, or it will be the worse for you!” So saying, he seized the hairbrush and brought the bristle side of it smartly against her bare buttock, causing her to jump and utter a little scream of pain. “If you don't want a good spanking, do as I tell you,” the lust-maddened man growled.
“Yes, uncle,” she replied, fumbling with awkward hands at the fly of her uncle's trousers in an attempt to unfasten the unfamiliar clothing. Suddenly the buttons yielded, the front of his trousers flew open, and out sprang the gigantic pintle, its ruby head flushed and swollen, rampant with desire, the blue veins standing forth as though to burst.
“All right, woman, play with it-play with it!” the salacious man almost screamed, placing her hand on the enormous cock. “Rub it up and down.”
The girl immediately started squeezing and rubbing the hot surface of this strange implement. Obviously it was her first view of a man's organ and it seemed to repel her; yet at the same time she seemed to be attracted, her curiosity overcoming her modesty to some extent. She manipulated it for a few moments, giving the lord extreme pleasure as his busy fingers roamed over her person, titillating her clitoris and exploring her thighs, buttocks, belly, and breasts.
Suddenly he removed her hand from his member and touched it to the bare skin of her thigh. At the hot contact of the flaming object, she gave a gasp. He rubbed it against her leg for a moment and then said, “Lower yourself down on it, my darling,” at the same time grasping her by her hips and attempting to force her to sit upon his rigid prong.
“Oh, uncle! What are you trying to do? Oh, you will hurt me-I can't sit on that thing-it will hurt. Please, uncle, please don't make me do that.” She struggled in a frenzy to escape his grasp.
“Don't be silly,” he growled. “I'm not going to hurt you, child. All I want you to do is to sit on my lap and hold him between your thighs-you could certainly do that much for your uncle.” Pulling the trembling girl downward, he sat her upon his lap, his huge prong between her thighs, its head sticking up in front of her belly. “There now, look at him; doesn't he look funny, though?” laughed her uncle. “Squeeze him tight-that's right; now move just a little bit, up and down-oh, girl, that's delicious!” cried he, nearly beside himself with passion. Kissing her repeatedly, his hands fondling her buttocks and breasts, he slowly worked his hips from side to side as the beautiful girl, by now beginning to pant with passion from this salacious sport, slid her body forward and back slightly, at the same time squeezing His Majesty tightly between her beautiful thighs.
A few moments of this delightful sensation was sufficient for the long-suffering prod. With a sudden convulsive movement, the man strained the beautiful girl to his breast, kissing her madly, his bottom heaving up as though to throw her from him as a gush of hot sperm flew into the air from the head of the rampant cock, descending in a shower on the girl's bare thighs. She jumped and would have arisen from her position, but her uncle restrained her until, his orgasm passed, he relaxed against his easy chair, a smile on his face as he looked into the flushed countenance of his beautiful niece, now rosy with mingled lust and outraged modesty. “Well, that's that,” he said. “But I fear you are slightly messed, my dear.”
“Oh, uncle,” she giggled, as she viewed her legs now inundated with the shower of his sperm. “What nasty, hot sticky stuff that is-oh, I'm all covered.”
“That's all right, my dear; take this towel and wipe yourself off. You'll get to like that stuff; that's love juice and when you get used to it you won't think it's nasty at all.”
The girl took the towel and cleaned her legs and thighs, but made no attempt to arise from her uncle's lap. Her breath was coming in gasps and her skin burned; she was carried away with maidenly passion as the result of the strange goings-on, although she scarcely understood what caused her to be so hot and so filled with strange longings.
His desire only partly satisfied by his recent eruption, the man determined to carry the affair to an immediate conclusion. “Caroline,” he said, “you may now go to your room. Prepare yourself for bed, but do not put on any night clothing; you will receive me naked. I will be in your room as soon as I prepare for bed.” The girl started to remonstrate, but the look on her uncle's face frightened her and she arose without a word and went to her own room.
As she prepared herself for bed, the palpitating girl found herself in a maze of conflicting emotions. The events of the evening had been quite upsetting; like all girls, she had had a rather romantic idea of the relations between man and woman. Coming as she had to her uncle's home with absolutely no notion of any sex relationships, she was hardly prepared for her reception as, for instance, a young bride might have been who was spending her first night with her husband, or even the expectancy that a sweetheart might feel in anticipation of a tryst with a lover. Before arriving, the idea that her uncle might take liberties with her had never entered her head, and due to her sheltered life in the convent she had only the vaguest ideas as to the nature these liberties might take.
