her own sexual fluid.
They lay inert on the couch for about an hour after this.
Finally Lord Roxboro said to her, “Now, Freda, in all your life you have only been buggered once and that was when Montgomery did it to you. Now, Freda dear heart, you really should become more acquainted with that delicious pastime. You know, in my old regiment, the king's own lancers, I learned the art of buggery from my batman and in time I became the champion bugger of Afghanistan, where we were stationed.”
“But that really does hurt too much,” began Freda.
“Nonsense, child, it might have hurt you the first time, but that is now past. You should be sufficiently well stretched now to be able to take a prick and not wink an eyelid except in the purest enjoyment.
“Come, turn over,” he said as he helped her over.
By this time his limp member had regained its gigantic rigidity and he pointed the head against her quivering little rear hole.
“Please do not hurt me, uncle dear,” pleaded Freda.
“Oh, I'll be very careful with you, as this is only your second time, but all you will feel will be a slight stretching of the muscles.”
So saying, he strained against her poor little asshole, and to the relief of Freda and to his great joy, he slid in easily and sank to the balls.
“Ah, how delicious that is!” he murmured as he planted a lewd kiss on the back of her neck.
He now began to rise slowly up and down in her, taking great pleasure in every fraction of an inch that he obtained. For fully fifteen minutes he continued to fuck her in the rear.
“Oh!” cried Freda. “I am spending!” And she gave down a copious flow onto the couch.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” murmured Lord Roxboro. “I can't hold myself. I am coming! I am coming!” And as he said so, he shot forth into Freda's hot bowels a scalding flow of his lordly sperm. His member throbbed violently and after each throb a jet of his spunk shot out. Finally the flow of their sexual fluids died down, and Lord Roxboro's enormous prick shrank and slipped out of Freda.
Freda was more than a niece to her uncle; in fact she was more than a wife could ever have been.
The next morning after breakfast a sour-faced old woman came to Roxboro Manor. On being presented to Lord Roxboro, she said, “I am Miss Matilda Spriggs, from the Cullmoor School for Girls, and as you requested, I have come to take your niece to the school.”
“Yes, that is quite right,” said his lordship. “She is ready now.”
After bidding her uncle an affectionate farewell, Freda went off with Miss Spriggs to the boarding school.
When she was gone, Lord Roxboro paid off his servants, had Roxboro Manor closed, and placed it in the charge of a caretaker, who was to receive all instructions thereafter from his lordship's solicitors.
For his part, Lord Roxboro reported to the War Office in London, where he received his orders.
He proceeded by train to Southampton, where he boarded a military transport-now dressed in his major's uniform-and proceeded to Gibraltar, where he resumed barracks life for an undetermined length of time.
