“Aha!” cried the lord. “I am of the opinion that you are quite accomplished in certain ways and devices of exciting-the passions. I feel certain that you are well versed in quite a number of practices that I did not, in my blindness, credit you with, you little teaser!” Patting the back of her head with his hand and running his fingers through her hair and about her shell-like ears, he massaged the back of her neck and head, which she had buried in the front of his lap.
“We will soon see how much you know, my little Venus!” cried her uncle. The breathless Caroline from her vantage point watched interestedly as her uncle leaned back and unbuttoned the front of his shirt, baring his manly breast, covered with hair, the brown nipples of his breast standing forth; then, lifting the fair girl's head, he pressed it against his breast and held her closely to him.
Caroline, profiting by the knowledge imparted to her by her sensual uncle, together with womanly intuition, realized that the beautiful maid was busily engaged in tonguing her uncle's nipples. His hand was busy at the buttons on his trousers, then suddenly the head of his member leaped forth, about half-hard but becoming rampant under the ministrations of the lovely girl.
The man's whole front body was now exposed, and the salacious girl, busy with her adroit tongue, slipped down his bare belly, weaving from side to side in her lascivious downward course, missing not a spot on his entire front, until, slipping to her knees on the floor directly in front of the impassioned lord, she tongued up and down his groin, causing her master to writhe in passion.
In another moment the watching Caroline saw the kneeling maid, apparently flaming with lust, suddenly engulf the man's rod in her rosy lips. Sucking it violently for a moment, she released it and her busy tongue licked its sides and head, thence downward toward the hairy sack which she titillated with her dartlike tongue. Then working back upward again, her tongue slid up and down the now throbbing shaft of the man's resurrected tool; reaching the head, she once more plunged it into her mouth until Caroline wondered how Marie could accommodate the huge member without choking upon it.
The lord's hands slipped down about the fair operator's neck, hugging her head close to his belly, and thrust forth his lower parts to meet the action of the girl's head as it worked up and down upon the shaft of his huge prick.
His hands now worked downward and grasped the girl's beautiful bare bubbies, which he massaged and crushed as the maid sucked and chewed upon his swollen member. This lively encounter raged for a few moments, the girl at times being forced to pause for breath, only to engulf once more that now iron-hard instrument within her distended jaws and move gently yet rapidly up and down upon it with a slight swinging motion.
Under the eager gaze of the interested spectator, the pace livened a bit; Lord Roxboro's grip on the neck of the fair manipulator tightened as though he would crush it between his hands, and he now moved his buttocks with frantic emotion. Caroline saw her uncle's staff leap and plunge as he endeavored to plunge it to the hilt within the fair one's mouth, she only saving herself from being choked by the massive charger by grasping it firmly at the root with one tightly encircling hand; the lord's face contorted with passion and his eyes closed as the girl now sucked on that fleshy morsel with furious intensity, and as his staff throbbed and panted, Caroline knew that her uncle was now pumping into the eager and willing throat of the pretty maid the very essence of his being!
The lord, trembling as if in an ague, held the fair girl tightly to him as she mouthed and sucked, the convulsions of the muscles of her neck telling of the balsamic cargo that was now oiling her throat; and she choked, grasped, and strangled until the man's sensual grasp finally loosened about her neck and she fell, a sodden, panting heap, upon the carpet, and the lord slumped back upon the couch, thoroughly overcome by his recent passion and exertions!
Lord Roxboro lay upon the couch as if dead, his rigid organ still stiffly outhung from his belly, the hot sperm still spouting from its trembling lips. Marie lay gasping on the floor, and the watching Caroline, overcome completely by this lascivious performance, nearly swooned with excitement; at the instant of the lord's orgasm, she had lost complete control of herself and her sexual gates once more gave way, her lower lips spurting forth a charge of that divine ambrosia which flew out and down her trembling thighs, causing the excited girl to grasp the wall to keep from falling, her eyes closed from the ecstasy this tremendous upheaval occasioned.
Weakly stumbling to the bed, she threw herself upon it, unable to bear the sight of any further actions in the chamber of love. The juices were still gushing from her lower lips, and she gave vent to short little sighs of pleasure, writhing her thighs about in a frenzy. Impelled by an irresistible urge, she once more manipulated her sensitive and heated organs with her fingers, thus completing the spending of her love juice, her hand still clutched between her milk-white thighs as her sensuous passion subsided.
A few moments' rest and she felt sufficiently strong to return to her observation post, and gluing her eye once more to her peephole, she observed what was occurring in the library.
Marie was just arising from the floor, her hair in disorder, her waist and breasts bare, her face flushed and smiling as she surveyed the lord with sparkling eyes.
“Did you like it, sir?” she inquired, approaching Lord Roxboro and grasping his now soft and flaccid root in her tiny fingers.
He gave vent to a long groan and, struggling to a sitting posture, drew the maid to him and kissed her fervently. “You surely do have a nimble tongue, my dear Marie,” he said, kissing her again. “I am sure we will have a lot of fun in the future. Now, like a good girl, kiss your mouthful and button me up pretty!”
Marie obediently kissed the now softened dart and, placing it carefully within the lord's trousers, buttoned them up and, after kissing his hairy chest, buttoned his underclothing and shirt and straightened his cravat. Giving a last pat to the cravat, she seated herself beside him on the couch. Putting an arm demurely about Lord Roxboro's shoulder, she rested her chin on his chest and, looking up into his face, inquired coyly, “Do you like your little Marie, master?”
He replied by kissing her and squeezing her close to his breast. “I have discovered that my pretty little maid is a most accomplished lady,” he said. “I only wish I had known this much sooner.”
“I always have admired you, my lord,” she said in a low voice. “I liked you when I first came here.”
“Did your husband educate you in the use of that agile tongue of yours?” he asked, his hand molding the milk-white breast of the willing girl.
“Yes, my lord,” she murmured. “My husband made me do a lot of things. I had to perform that act that you liked so much the very first night we were married. At first I thought it was terrible; it made me sick, but I had to do it. He wasn't anything like you, my lord. Oh, I hated him; he was so mean to me, beating me and hurting me all the time.”
“Beating and hurting you?” queried the lord. “Do you mean to say he would hurt you when you were performing that act on him? During the actual act?”
“Oh, yes,” she answered. “He would hurt me dreadfully. A favorite trick of his was to tie my hands tight so I couldn't protect myself; then he would force my mouth open with his hands, push his big thing into my mouth and drive it down into my throat until I thought I would surely be strangled. Many a time I fainted.”