Dropping her hands to Caroline, she seized her pretty, hardworking sister by the ears, and held her head tightly to her grotto of love, and with wild tosses lifted her buttocks far up in an effort to discharge her throbbing cargo. Caroline continued furiously her tonguings of her sister's knob, pushing it gently from one side to the other with her titillating tongue, and gently with her teeth biting its erect and swollen tip. Allowing her tongue to fall lower, she thrust it with a sudden spur up firmly into Freda's sexual crack, causing the girl, upon whom these delicate operations had an overpowering effect, almost to leap from the bed upon which she writhed.
Caroline, ceasing a moment in these delicate ministrations, lifted her head upward, the lips still gleaming with a faint film of mucous engendered from her sister's parts, and murmured to her in a low voice:
“Does the manipulation of my tongue, sister Freda, cause you any inconvenience? Does it hurt you?” Still holding her sister's plump bare thighs tightly in her arms, her face was not six inches from the divine touchstone of her sister's body.
“N-o-o-o! No-o-o! Caroline dear,” breathed Freda, in a faraway voice. “That divine tongue of yours, my dear sister, instills pleasures that are indeed thrilling! My very soul is in a perfect tumult of the most delicious emotion, and I long to give down into your eager, palpitating mouth the very essence of my sensual being. I beg you, dear sister, do not desist in these delicate attentions, these provoking motions of your ravishing tongue, through which I experience the most pleasant of all sensations. Proceed in the manner that you have so deliciously started, to that agonizing and sublime culmination that I know to a surety will rend from my soul the very essence of my being.”
A frenzied strangling compression of her sister's thighs told her that the crisis was quickly approaching and, quickening her-tongue-motions, she felt Freda leap and twist beneath her and knew that her suspicions had been fully verified.
“Caroline! C-a-r-o-l-i-n-e!” moaned Freda, leaping and gyrating about until Caroline thought sure that she would be thrown from beneath the frenzied girl's thighs. “O-o-o O-o-o-o-o-o-o-h, Caroline. I am coming! I am coming! It goes! It goes! Your tongue! Your tongue! Sweetheart, away up within me!” Caroline, thrusting her tongue as far as she possibly could up within the throbbing parts of Freda's slit, was rewarded with a convulsive tightening and relaxing of her younger sister's sheath, as spasmodic jets of balsamic fluid flooded her trembling mouth and throat, projected as it seemed from Freda's being.
Caroline gasped and coughed and, pushing Freda's thighs, endeavored to escape from her sister's tightly clasped thighs.
Freda still held her powerless in the clasp of the bare members, but after a deluge of sperm, she allowed these delicious bonds to unloose, and Caroline was allowed to slip, panting and coughing, almost fainting in a droop to the carpeted floor.
After a moment's pause, which she used to recover her breath, which seemed to have departed her body, she struggled weakly to her feet. Staggering to secure a towel, she wiped her face and arranged her hair, which had become sadly disordered by her sister's convulsive claspings, and looked at herself in the mirror.
A wild throbbing thrilled in her beating temples, and her parts seemed to itch and bum like fire. Throwing up her petticoat in an irresistible desire to do something to relieve this longing, she placed a finger on her sensitive spot, and with furious motions tossed it swaying about. The crisis approaching, she sank weak and trembling to the toilet seat, and with one final rub, felt the dew course from her and trickle in gouty spurts down her inner thighs. With her hand still weakly pressed on this sensitive spot, she sat perking and quivering, her eyes tightly closed, awaiting this passionate flow to cease its soul-inspiring spoutings.
Finally it was over! With a delicious shudder she pressed her thighs closely together and rose weakly to her feet. Securing a towel, she again dried her parts and then returned to her sister, whom she thought by now should have recovered from her tempestuous emotions.
Freda still lay as Caroline had left her, her thighs widely outspread, her sexual badge all gleaming and wet from the recent discharge, and her countenance almost waxen in its whiteness.
“Sister dear,” cried Caroline, alarmed as she ran to the side of the bed and clasped her sister's arm. “Freda! It is Caroline! What on earth is the matter with you? Freda, Freda! Speak to me! Oh! Oh! What have I done!” Running to the bath, she secured a towel and, having moistened it, returned hurriedly and placed it upon Freda's forehead, chafing her wrists and endeavoring in all manners to restore her senses.
She was soon rewarded with a faint groan, and Freda, giving a sudden start, grasped Caroline by the arm and endeavored to rise from her reclining position as she gazed wildly about.
“Freda, dear,” cried Caroline, kissing her sister lovingly. “I thought sure that you were dead. Talk to me, dear sister, and tell me that you are all right. I beseech you. How do you feel, my sister?”
“O-o-o-o-o-o-h!” stammered Freda, making a wry face and turning her now flushed face from her sister's searching gaze. “I too thought that I had passed away. Oh, sister dear, what pleasure, what ecstasy you have given me. The pleasures of heaven, great as they may be, could not be greater. Oh, sister, for this divine act, I am your slave forever and ever!”
“But you are all right now, Freda?” queried Caroline, regarding her younger sister anxiously. “You feel no ill effects? You are as before, my sister?”
“Oh, I guess so,” replied Freda somewhat ungraciously, a matter-of-fact air now overcoming her, as these delicious sensations almost completely left her being. “What a tongue you have, my adroit sister. You could make a statue melt. Come, let us arise and dress. Someone might come in here and I do not think, my dear sister, that you wish it known to the world that your sister has fainted from the use of your agile tongue upon her lower parts. Come, Caroline. Let us up and dress.”
She straggled to her feet, and donned her chemise and drawers. Caroline appareled herself, and upon the conclusion, they proceeded downstairs to the dining room.
Lord Roxboro was impatiently waiting, as he had ordered Caroline to report to him there an hour ago.
“Where have you been?” he queried, looking closely at both of the girls. “And why does our dear Freda look so pale and wan?”
Caroline, embarrassed at this question, made some plausible excuse and, dinner having been long waiting, they seated themselves at the table and prepared to do ample justice to the savory meal.
The demure Marie was in attendance. She made not a sign out of the ordinary but went about her duties as usual.
Following the repast, Lord Roxboro lit a cigar and surveyed his two adorable nieces.
“Caroline,” he said, speaking slowly, “you will proceed to the library and await there my arrival. I shall attend you there presently.”
VOLUME V
As Caroline walked to the gentleman's study, she pondered what he could possibly wish with her, and remarked, as though to herself:
“What can it be; what is it now? I am sure I have done nothing which might have displeased uncle, and it seems a trifle early for him to desire me for the usual reason. Well, I shall soon find out.” Opening the door to the library, she stepped in and seated herself in a chair to await her guardian's arrival.
Presently the sound of footsteps was heard upon the stairs and her uncle entered, puffing upon a cigar. Seating himself at his desk, he addressed her solemnly and impressively:
“Caroline, I have come to the conclusion that you are going to turn out just like your mother before you. Your actions with the stableboy have proved to me that you intend to allow your sex to rule your head, putting your better senses to rout. I tell you this because you may fit in with my plans, of which I shall speak later. For the present we will not go into the matter. I am sure you appreciate the value of the papers contained in the safe,” and he waved his hand in the direction of the strongbox, in which he had previously placed the incriminating confessions and photograph.
“Now, you can be sure that if necessary, I can drag you into the very gutter!” he remarked, a vengeful gleam flashing from his eyes.
