The odor filled the room and not one of the four complained about it. It was rather enjoyed and an agreeable stench found a residence in Linda's nostrils.
Linda was the second to burst wide open. She captured Lola in her arms and her mouth slipped from the breasts down to the belly button and then still lower to the cavernous cunt. She buried her face in the rosy folds. Tonguing with the fire of her princess lips and oral majesties.
Arthur gave his whip up for lost. He was curiously taken by the mass of feverish flesh. The elegant master plunged his stout sex into the asshole of his nephew who seemed thunderstruck at the unprecedented onslaught.
“There my dear Bert is a sudden surprise for your manhood. No one ever told you that a rear?end is a haven not to be denied whether it is that of a young lady or a young gentleman. Don't look so pained my dear fellow.
You'll come out of it alright. You're a wee bit tight but that will be straightened out in due time.”
Bert was crushed by the humiliating experience. At dinner that night he was unable to raise his head and respond to the gibes of his uncle.
Lola admitted she had come several times. And when asked how many, she timidly lowered her eyes and calculated…
“Four.”
Linda knew that they were big encouraging ones. She had witnessed at least two monstrous tornadoes that Lola blew out of her womb.
When Arthur turned toward Linda with his usual calm grace, he didn't have to wait long for the answer.
“Three” Linda turned red and she attempted to cover her blush with the whiteness of the napkin which served as a definite contrast.
“Then everybody is content. Well, let's dig into the chicken and eat heartily. Alice has also prepared a steak for each of us. We've got to regain the needed energy we lost in our foolhardy endeavors today.”
It was difficult to say whether Arthur had a smile on his lips or whether they were contorted by the rebuff of the whip that was purely unintentional.
“Alice, you may sit with us tonight. After all, you had a workout as well. Come in when you're ready my dear.
I want us all to behave as one big happy family.”
They all ate with gusto.
CHAPTER V
At dinner, Arthur became pensive and his mind was working at double time. He tapped his fingers together and stroked his chin. Although he seemed to have no appetite, his table mates were eating rapaciously.
“I hope everyone finds the dinner as it should be? I made sure that it was carefully seasoned. Pepper and pimentos help in restoring amourous exploits.”
Arthur watched Linda snap the leg of the chicken and pick it up with her dainty fingers. She blushed as she noticed his prolonged stare. Little did she guess her uncle's thoughts. How he would have liked to pluck this young chicken apart for good.
Lola looked ravishing in her new blue gown, while Bert ate like a college football player. He kept filling his plate with potatoes and disgusted the refined Arthur who looked at him with disdain.
Alice entered with a second plate of vegetables. She was dressed in a scanty outfit that was daring and extremely sexy. Her bosom stood out presumptuously and her little bottom wiggled tightly under a strange looking pair of panties.
Suddenly Arthur snapped his fingers. The unusual gray?haired quatrenarian seemed to have an idea that he rather relished.
“I would like to see you after dinner Linda. It's for a matter… let's say a certain dessert that I have for you.”
Linda looked surprised and as she slowly lost her appetite due to a vague perplexity. Arthur renewed his hunger and ate almost as rapidly as Bert.
Lola rubbed her hand along Linda's knee and the young adolescent felt a warm sensation creep between her thighs. Lola's hands were remarkable. The mere touch of the exceptional beauty had a stimulating effect on the collegiate.
The slight display of emotions fell when Arthur clapped his hands signifying that he was up to the antics of the two.
When dinner was finally over, Arthur requested Linda to follow him into his library. She obeyed, docile and fine in her gracious steps.
Once in the library, Arthur gazed longingly at his niece. He fingered a book and turned a few pages just to practice his touch. Arthur was a nervous man and he had the habit of agitating his hands in particular.
“Linda, I'm writing a story about a girl such as you. She's an unusual girl who represents adventure to the fullest extent. Her name is Ancella. I named her after an Egyptian princess who died a strange death at the early age of 22. As the story goes, the young princess was walking in the nearby forest some few hundred yards from her castle, when she spied a bush sparsely covered with orange fruit. Her protectoress, a woman of some seventy years of age forbade her to taste the fruit. The princess became inquisitive and she tried some anyway against the pleading of the elderly woman.
Three days later the princess was taken by a series of convulsions and she suddenly became terrifyingly lusty.
Heretofore, she had been a virgin of the purest order, but suddenly this strange transformation fell upon her.
At first many of the court thought she had inherited the whorish instincts of her mother, but later they found she was truly a victim of a sexual passion and hunger that knew no bounds.
The girl literally raped every young and old servitor of the king and queen. It is said that she was soft? skinned and extremely beautiful and her response to the male population was met with applause and pleasure.
Disorder broke out in the kingdom and a veritable City of Sodom ensued.”
Linda watched Arthur as he minutely described the many details of the fascinating story. The man's eyes glowed and he appeared to see the many sensual events before him as he told the tale. “The princess died of sexual and sadistic abuse brought on mostly by her own hands. I have often wondered if the myth of the fruit is true or whether it was her own nature that destroyed her. At any rate you can see that the story enthralls me.
And what about you, doesn't it have its effect?”
Linda had no idea of what her uncle wanted to have her answer with, but she decided to adhere to his enthusiasm.
“It is an astounding story, if it is true?”
“What do you mean if it is true? I am convinced that it is. Why there is even some documentation attesting to its validity. I am really surprised Linda that you think that it is a mere figment of someone's imagination.”
Linda was quick to ward off a possible angry spell that she felt she might have to endure. Words were her best protection, although Arthur was rarely fooled by rhetoric or perfumed and flattering words.
“Oh, I'm sure it has some basis of truth in it. I was just wondering whether all of it can be substantiated.”
Arthur smiled and his hands tightly grasped the book he was holding.
“Linda, you're a wonderful little liar in your way. But I must admit, I am fond of you.”
They exchanged smiles. It was difficult to say whether it was an exchange between enemies or friends. Their expressions were extremely marked by a marked ambiguity.
“I only told you that story to let you know that you have become the princess Ancella for me. There is no
