“Oh,” said Caroline, somewhat stirred by the suggestion that the caves might be dark, “I don't think we need arouse uncle; perhaps we could go and change our clothing and you, Montgomery, could procure some candles. We will meet here in fifteen minutes and then we can do our exploring; I am sure uncle wouldn't mind, and besides, we don't want to waken uncle simply to ask his permission.”
Accordingly, the two girls departed for the house, and in about fifteen minutes returned, dressed in outing clothes of rough tweed, although still retaining their silken stockings. Meanwhile Montgomery had procured a supply of candles and some rope and awaited the girls at the edge of the precipice.
The trio started out in search of a path by which to descend to the bottom. At length they perceived a spot that promised a means of descent to the bottom of the gulf. Montgomery led the way down, slipping and sliding at times, but without any great danger of falling, occasionally turning to warn the two girls when negotiating some particularly rough or stony spot. His solicitude was not entirely for the girl's safety, although that was real enough; but in addition, by keeping his eye on the two maidens who were following him down the steep declivity, he was frequently rewarded with glimpses of secret feminine charms as the two lassies clambered downward over the sharp rocks; Caroline's slit drawers frequently revealed a delightful vista of her mossy cleft while Freda, although wearing closed drawers, revealed her underclothing stretched to the bursting point by the soft flesh of her plump posterior and lovely thighs.
At length the trio reached the bottom of the ravine, through which flowed a tiny brooklet. Walking a few steps, they noted a hole in the precipice, which seemed to be the entrance to one of the caves they were seeking.
Climbing up to the entrance, they peered within but could see nothing but inky darkness. “Perhaps I had better do a little exploring before you venture in,” remarked Montgomery; so, bidding the girls await his return, he lit a candle and stepped into the cave. In a moment the light of his candle was blotted out in the darkness, he having apparently passed beyond a comer. In a few moments he returned, however, announcing that everything seemed to be all right, and furnishing the girls with lighted candles, he led the way into the grotto.
Freda, impatient as usual, was for rushing into the darkness of the cave, but was restrained by Montgomery, who warned her she might either fall and hurt herself, or perhaps plunge into some crevice or abyss in the floor of the cavern.
However, his prick was stirring in his trousers, and seeing an opportunity for a little pleasure, after warning Freda to be extremely careful as to where she walked, he permitted her to go on ahead, he and Caroline following more slowly.
Caroline quickly noted an opportunity for some excitement, her randy nature excited by the surrounding darkness and privacy of their surroundings, and feared no interruption from the inquisitive Freda, who was too interested in the mysteries of her excursion; her hand reached over to the front of Montgomery's trousers and, as she had expected, immediately grasped his hard, stiff rammer, which had been knocking at the restraining clothing for several minutes. She quickly unbuttoned the front of the man's clothing, and his great tool leaped out, rampant and throbbing. Her fingers closed about it and she began to frig it back and forth, uncapping the bursting red head, the hot touch of her eager fingers thrilling the man to his core. His own hand slipped up behind the girl, lifting her dresses, his fingers caressing her buttocks. Spreading her legs widely apart, Caroline stood, permitting his busy fingers to explore and titillate her burning cleft while she tightly clutched and worked the skin back and forth on his raging prick.
Noting to one side a sort of bench of rock, Montgomery guided the half-fainting girl to it, and in spite of her halfhearted protestations that surely Freda would return and catch them red-handed, he leaned the lustful girl upon it in a sort of half-sitting, half-lying position; then, presenting the enormous head of his cock to her hot sheath, with one fierce drive he pierced her to the utmost.
Caroline, now thoroughly aroused, gave herself up to her lust and, almost bereft of reason by the size and vigor of his manly weapon, twisted and squirmed as though to break off with her quim that hot stick which pierced her so delightfully.
The fear that the young girl might return and catch them thus caused both parties to work rapidly and increased the delights of their stolen sweets, so with a few violent moves, they culminated in a spasm of lust. Just as Montgomery withdrew his slimy organ from the girl's body, they heard footsteps and knew that Freda had returned to find them. Hastily arranging their clothing, they assumed an innocent attitude, gazing at the surrounding scenery and when Freda at length reached them, she suspected nothing of their little adventure.
“Where have you been, Freda?” queried Montgomery. “Really, you must stay closer to us; we were beginning to be a little worried; we called to you and received no answer; now, don't get so far ahead again. Here, you had better walk alongside of me so I can watch out for you.”
Thus, Montgomery and Freda in front, Caroline trailing along behind, they proceeded through the cavern, stopping occasionally to survey some particularly beautiful or interesting formation. Caroline's condition was hardly comfortable; her parts were covered with the slimy secretion placed there by Montgomery, so in a few minutes she dropped back behind the others, and permitting them to pass beyond a turn in the path, she stuck her candle upon a jutting rock and with her handkerchief quickly made what repairs she could to her damaged toilet.
Montgomery, noting that Caroline had dropped behind and guessing the reason, imperceptibly hastened his step and hurried the child along with him until, feeling sure that some distance separated himself and Freda from Caroline, he whispered to the child that he had something important to communicate to her.
“When we are ready to leave, I want you to drop behind-! not very far, but just inside the mouth of the cave; then when Caroline and I are outside, I will miss you and will return to hunt for you. Blow your candle out; you will be able to see me when I approach, but if Caroline should come along, you can say your candle went out and you got lost. I will return for you immediately, so don't be frightened by the darkness.”
“What do you want to tell me?” queried the ever-curious Freda.
“Well, you'll find out when the time comes; but I will say this: I am going to give you some loving and squeeze your little rump, you little rascal!” With that, he gave her plump little bottom a few caresses and his hand strayed over the front of her body, feeling her tight little slit through her panties.
At this time the wavering light of a candle approaching showed that Caroline was coming up, so the two fell into an animated discussion of the beauties of the cavern. Caroline had her own thoughts, but said nothing; she appreciated that Montgomery would restrain from nothing where women were concerned, but an accusation would only be met with scornful denial by both the salacious Freda and the libidinous Montgomery, so Caroline merely held her peace.
The three walked about in the cave for some time until, having thoroughly investigated its beauties, they started back for the outer world. Montgomery, walking with Caroline in the front of the little party, kept her interested in a running tide of conversation, so she paid no heed to the fact that Freda was following along far behind them. Arriving at the portal of the cave, she turned and noted that Freda was not in sight and immediately became alarmed.
Montgomery, however, quieted her, stating that he would return and find the missing child. Caroline was all for returning also, but was deterred by Montgomery, who advised that she remain on the outside. “You know, oftentimes these caves have passages that lead off for great distances; they are perfect labyrinths and it is quite easy to become lost therein. Our supply of candles is low; I will return to the cave and hunt for Freda; if she hasn't strayed too far, I will be back immediately; if, however, it happens that she has gotten lost, I may have some difficulty in finding her and if my candles run out, I would be just as badly lost as she is; therefore, do you remain outside and if we haven't returned by the end of an hour or so, you will secure help to search for us. I don't say this to alarm you and you needn't be worried, but I want to guard against any possibility of danger, so I will return to the cave and you remain outside. I am quite sure I will be back with Freda in a minute or two. She surely cannot have gotten very far in the short time since she was with us.” This speech by the wily Montgomery greatly perturbed Caroline, but there was nothing to do but contain herself and await the return of the two. Consequently, she seated herself on a stone at the entrance to the cave, while the man proceeded on his search for the missing Freda.
Shouting loudly, he proceeded down the main passageway, and soon his candle was blotted out as he passed one of the numerous angles of the crooked path. Caroline could hear his voice loudly calling for Freda to answer him; gradually the shouts grew dimmer and dimmer and finally she could hear nothing; composing herself to wait and endure as best she might the anxiety caused by the child's disappearance, she restlessly sat twisting her handkerchief nervously.
