know you will hurt me.”
The man made no answer. Despite her twists and wrigglings, he once more made the attempt and, having placed his member in the rosy lips of her cunt, he slowly forced his way into her cringing and quivering body, meeting with stubborn resistance from her virgin parts. However, he was successful in introducing the head of his enormous member for perhaps an inch. He stopped there, permitting the girl to become accustomed to this stretching of her most sensitive tissues.
“Oh, mercy, uncle! Oh, uncle, you are killing me! Oh, I'm dying; it hurts terribly-oh, please, uncle-oh, please, please stop!”
He was not to be dissuaded, however. Slowly, a little at a time he forced his way into the squirming girl; she attempted to push him off, her legs and arms threshing wildly as she moaned and whimpered softly that he was killing her; she knew she would die; she simply couldn't take that big thing. But as inexorably as fate he continued, slowly forcing his enormous tool into her delicate slit until finally, with a last strong push, he drove it clear to the hilt into her cavity. Working gently and slowly, he worked back and forth in her quim, his member ready to burst with the acuteness of pleasure from the touch of her warm, tightly constricted, and palpitating vulva. A few moves sufficed-with gaspings of breath and low groans he reached the climax-his excitement communicated itself to the girl, and in spite of her evident agony and pain, her feminine nature asserted itself and she likewise reached her orgasm, so that the two lovers spent together in one short, convulsive mutual grinding of hips and bodies, after which they both lay exhausted for a moment.
In a short time the lord lifted himself from the body of the girl, who lay as if dead, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, scarcely breathing; her heart, however, beat convulsively from the extreme exertion she had just been through.
Reaching a towel from the bedside table, he cleansed his now flaccid tool and tucked it between the girl's streaming thighs, lest the mingled sperm and blood stain the bed clothing. He lay beside her, holding her in his arms, kissing her tenderly. In a moment she half opened her eyes and he reassured her, saying that she would be all right.
“How do you feel?” he inquired.
“Oh, all right, dear uncle; I am sore and my back hurts, but I guess I am all right. I feel like I'm split open, though.”
“Oh, you will be all right, little sweetheart,” he said. “By tomorrow you won't feel anything. You will be just as good as new. Do you love your uncle, now?”
“Oh, uncle, you are just too sweet,” she replied, burying her face in his neck as her young arms crept around his shoulders and she pressed her body tightly to his.
It is said that no woman ever forgets the first man who has intercourse with her. She may not forgive him, but she won't forget him. Although our heroine had passed a rather hectic experience, her latent womanhood had been completely aroused in the last short hour and she was now completely grown up; the curtain had been lifted and she was enlightened as to the nature of many mysteries; she felt for this dominating male beside her the affection that many women feel for men who master them, and henceforth she was his to do with as he pleased. Which, perhaps, is as it should be.
We will leave them, then, for this chapter, locked in each other's arms, tired and happy after their evening of pleasure, as Morpheus sifts over them his powder of forgetfulness, Sleep.
Awakening the following morning, Lord Roxboro lay for some time studying the sleeping girl beside him. Suddenly she awoke and, glancing about her, encountered the eyes of her uncle. She made a move as though to jump out of bed, but he stopped her, pressed her gently back upon the pillow, and reassured her as to his intentions.
“You are somewhat feeble, I judge, to be up and about, my child,” he said. “You lie here for the time being and you can arise later.”
So saying, he got up from the bed, gathering up the soiled clothing that lay about the room. “If you wish to get up and bathe, you might do so,” he suggested.
“Oh, I am all right, I don't need any help,” said the girl, attempting to arise, but falling back with a little cry of pain.
“You see,” said the lord, “you are not as strong as you imagine yourself to be. Here, let me help you.” With the aid of his support, she made her way to the lavatory and her uncle departed to his own room, leaving the girl to perform her ablutions.
Returning to his own chamber, he made his toilet and prepared to descend to the dining room for breakfast. A thought striking him, he went to the door that led into Freda's room, unbolted it, and glanced at the sleeping figure of the lovely child. As he stood there surveying the little neat pile of clothing, the cambric drawers and petticoat, together with the chemise laid upon the chair alongside the bed, a feeling of desire came to him to see more of the body of his young niece. But controlling his desire, he left the room and closed the door behind him, making his way to the lower portion of the house.
The servants were up and about, busy in their preparations for breakfast. In a short time Miss Freda made her appearance at the breakfast table. She inquired as to the whereabouts of her sister, Caroline, and he informed her that Caroline was not feeling well and ordered Marie to serve Caroline's breakfast in the young lady's room.
Marie, the maid, was well used to the peculiar actions of her master and showed no sign of surprise, but carried a well-filled tray up the stairs.
“Freda,” said Lord Roxboro, turning his attention to his younger niece, “I wish you would view the estate this morning. After breakfast Marie will take you for a walk about the grounds and as the estate is quite large, I wish you to take your time, so that you may view all of its varied attractions.”
“Yes, uncle,” responded Freda, busy with her breakfast. “I will go with Marie, as you say.”
The maid soon returned to the room, whereupon Lord Roxboro directed her as to his desires for Freda to see the estate. At the conclusion of the meal, Marie fetched Freda's wraps and led her away in full accord with her uncle's design.
After dispatching the other servants upon errands that he knew would take some time, he proceeded once more to the upper portion of the house and, entering his library, locked the door and walked over to the one that entered Caroline's boudoir. Entering her room, he found her, as he had expected, sound asleep.
He pushed the door to and bolted it. Quickly disrobing himself, he turned down the coverlet, slipped in beside the sleeping girl and drew her into his arms. She was still completely nude, having neglected the opportunity to don a nightgown after her bath, and had evidently come directly into bed from the bath, although the empty dishes on the tray at the bedside informed him that she had eaten the food brought to her by the maid.
As he pressed burning kisses upon the girl's lips and squeezed her in his arms, she awakened, and realizing that her companion was her sensual uncle and ravisher of the night previous, she snuggled close to him and prepared to drop off into her interrupted slumbers once more.
He passed his arms gently around her slender naked waist, luxuriating in the feel of the smooth, elastic, bare flesh, and squeezing her divine form close to his own burning nakedness, he kissed her passionately upon her cherrylike lips. At these tempestuous caresses, Caroline opened her orbs, and moving uneasily in the bed, as if sensing his lustful desires, sought weakly to escape the crushing embrace. Her passion of the night before had been satiated, and her maidenly modesty once more reasserted itself; besides which, she remembered the painful experience of the night previous, and even now her maidenly slit was somewhat raw and throbbing with the pain from the terrific stretching and abrasions it had received the night before, the torn tissues still paining her considerably.
“No, no, little sleepyhead,” chided the lord. “Uncle must be permitted to feel and caress his little girl. I want to know just how badly you are injured. From the way you carried on last night, I might almost have expected to find you a cold clammy corpse this morning, instead of such a delightfully warm and rosy-cheeked little darling. Come, let uncle see what terrible damage has been wrought!” Disengaging one of his hands from about her waist, he slipped it down in between her tightly pressed thighs and forced the trembling flesh apart; then, running his hand over the lower portion of her naked belly, over her shrouded silken cove, he gently divided her lower lips and inserted within an impudent forefinger.
The girl moaned at his touch, but made no move to dissuade him. As his tantalizing finger coursed upward in
