sensible of what is occurring. If she would only awake, to feel the jolts of my rammer, which I assure you, dear girls, is as hard as a bar of the most rigid iron! Ah! How I would relish the sweet writhing and convulsions of her lovely form, as she tried to avoid these sudden heaves that titillate my organ in the most delicious and seductive manner!
“Fortune smiles!” he suddenly cried, feeling a tightening of Ethel's membranes about his surging staff. “I am in luck! She is regaining her senses!”
Lord Roxboro's words were true. Ethel, with a faint moan, returned to consciousness. The sensual lord pounding away at her back door, his giant and engorged staff soon had the fair beauty writhing and shrieking with the most agonizing pain. Caroline and Freda had removed the giant squeezers from her full breasts, and now the only thing to occupy the mind of the distrait girls was the soul-inspiring drives of the lord's giant swollen staff.
“Look out! Emory! Beware! I beg you!” she screamed while tossing about agitatedly, as faint noises issued startlingly from her netherhole, where his prong was now dashing wildly in and out with quick full penetrating thrusts.
“I know, Ethel! I know, dear girl!” cried Lord Roxboro, writhing about and giving with his rod a deep cruel plunge into her rectum, so sudden and deep in its intensity that it almost unhorsed him from off his fair victim.
“Emory!” she screamed. “Look out! Look out, Emory!”
“No, Ethel!” cried the determined lord, not hesitating a moment in his decisive drives into her hindparts. “At this present moment, my dear girl, I feel myself about to spend! I am spending! Ethel! Take it all! Ta-ke it aa-hh! T-h-e-r-e! T-h-e-r-e! T-h-e-r-e! All of it! How it must cream up within your bowels, my dear Ethel! What delicious pleasure!”
Lord Roxboro staggered weakly to the couch, lay there and panted for breath. The disconsolate Ethel still continued to cry and moan, and the lord, finally securing his breath, walked to the handbag and, turning the contents of the bag about, held up to the view of the two girls, two short, sturdy whips, like horse whips.
These he handed one apiece to Caroline and Freda, and motioned to them to whip without mercy the upturned glowing buttocks of the tightly bound Ethel. This was to Caroline's liking, and swinging the whip through the air, she brought it down with a vengeful crack upon the contour of Ethel's snowy lower cheeks! Freda was only an instant in following the lustful example set by her older sister, and in a few minutes, between the both of them, they soon had the fair Ethel's rump a mass of bleeding purple-headed mountains!
Disgusted at the sight of these bleeding tokens of the whip, they tired of this strenuous sport and cast aside their whips. Caroline requested her uncle to secure for her the peculiar pumping apparatus that had affected her so strongly.
“Ah!” cried Lord Roxboro. “So you, Caroline, are becoming adept in the arts of inflicting pain and humiliation upon a helpless feminine form! Well, my sensual relative, I will grant you this sweet boon as it will prove both interesting and educational!” He secured the apparatus and handed it to the blushing girl.
Between the three of them, they turned the helpless woman on her back and again fastened her securely to the table. Caroline arranged the pumps in the proper manner upon her breasts, and stood before Ethel's outlashed legs to watch intently for the quiverings of the girl's sensitive lower lips, the soft sighs that foretold that the real storm was about to take place in all its sexual fury.
It was longer in coming than the last time, and timing her actions exactly, Caroline inserted a finger within the quivering lips that were held invitingly open for her titillations; she manipulated the interior of the swimming sheath and instantly was bewetted in spurts as Ethel showered with wiggles down upon her.
This method of ejaculation, the use of this provocative machine that set in motion the joyful spasms of a girlish nature affected Caroline greatly, and she desired, unknown to her sensual uncle, that she might secure for herself one of these wonderful devices. Her sister was an interested spectator to all of this lustful action, and Caroline, judging from the appearance of her sister's bright and sparkling eyes, knew almost to a certainty that her thighs must be now gleaming with girlish dew!
Lord Roxboro, judging that Ethel was much too weak to submit to any more manipulation by either himself or his nieces, motioned the two girls to their rooms and began to unlash the hysterical woman from the bonds that confined her to the table.
Both girls, their arms being quite tired from the exercise of the whip, were well willing to bring the scene to a close, and Caroline, her mind filled with the most delicious ideas, slowly walked to her room and opened the door.
Stepping inside, she was surprised to find Freda already there, and what was more, the younger girl did not seem aware of her older sister's presence! Her eyes were sparkling and her hand was buried beneath her upturned dress. Caroline could hardly resist desire to follow her younger sister's example, but restraining herself with an effort, Caroline murmured:
“Continue, Freda dear. I can fully realize what your feelings must be after the sensual episodes that occurred while you were in the company of both of our uncle and his sensual companion. Proceed, sister of mine! Use your finger, which I judged was inserted within your sexual orifice when I abruptly disturbed you, and send down your sweet tokens!
Surprising your actions, it is only through a powerful effort that I do not instantly become a contestant in this soul-stirring handling that brings forth nature's sweet, soothing essence!”
“Then why try, sister sweetheart of mine?” said Freda softly, coming close to her older sister, as Caroline sat on the side of the bed while Freda kissed her passionately. “Give up this unequal struggle, and allow me.” Here she suddenly thrust her hand beneath Caroline's dresses and, encountering the lips of Caroline's quivering slit, she pressed it gently, rubbing the turgid knob, as Caroline, as if in accord with her intent, leaned far backward to allow Freda to titillate her active spot. “Allow me to bring about that divine ecstasy that affords us both relief.”
“O-h-h-hhh! Freda!” breathed Caroline, almost at once in an ecstasy of sensual bliss, “I really and truly love you!”
“If you really do, my dear sister,” said Freda, poutingly withdrawing her titillating finger for an instant from Caroline's sexual center. “If you really do”-at this she raised high her own dress, allowing Caroline to see her own drawers hanging by one button, the fuzzy thatch of her own belly exposed to the eyes of her older sister-“you would at least afford me the sensation that is engendered by the touch of an alien finger upon those parts that are now almost bursting, with their swollen load of that precious balm.”
“Oh, Freda!” murmured Caroline, blushing and drawing the fair girl down upon her bed beside her. “I hope you will pardon me for the unnatural selfishness that I have displayed! Here.” And at this she unbuttoned the confining button that held Freda's drawers and pushed them about the ankles of the girl's legs. “I will lay here beside you, and you with your agile finger search out that spot that is giving me such trouble, and I on my part”-and here she placed a finger on Freda's hard knob-“will cause you, dear sister, that ecstatic flow that brings to our sex the most delicious relief!”
Freda upflung Caroline's dress, Caroline's pants being divided and offering no obstacle to the lustful girl's hand. Wrapped in each other's arms, their lips pressed close together in a fervid embrace, both girls, with a few touches, electric in their overpowering character, melted into one, and gave down on each other's thighs a generous tribute of the most effusive balm. Then, the sweetest expressions of endearment on each other's lips, they fell fast asleep in each other's arms!
Overcome, still fully clothed, they lay in sound dreamless sleep, and the following morning, the lord, making his usual round, found both girls in this entrancing position, their girlish treasures exposed, a white tiny hand resting over them, as if guarding them from an alien intrusion.
The fall season was now fast approaching, and the verdure of Roxboro Mansion was now taking on a golden hue. Freda and her older sister had not yet been at the mansion six weeks, and were delighted with their surroundings. Lord Roxboro gave them every care and lavished upon them every affection, allowing them free play in the manner of purchasing wearing apparel, and it seemed as though their lives were to be one sweet, long song.
One day Caroline was discussing matters with Freda, matters which dealt with that fascinating tonic- sex.
“Do you recollect, sweet sister, the time we watched uncle give it to Marie in such splendid fashion? Remember Caroline?” asked Freda.
“Yes,” said Caroline, her cheeks mantling with shame and perhaps a tinge of passion, as she recalled this sensual performance; her passionate uncle debauching the pretty maid, Marie. “I remember, Freda dear, what
