Her blood seemed to be afire, and strange sensations coursed through that portion of her anatomy that had heretofore been unused by her except to satisfy the calls of nature.
Throwing her arm about her dissolute uncle's neck, her other hand manipulating his giant pego, she returned his kisses and caresses with equal ardor. He lifted the now panting girl, rolled her over on her back, spread apart her milk-white thighs and then, mounting her, presented the head of his engorged instrument at the mouth of the sorely battered breach. The sudden touch of its rigid red head against her lower lips caused a quick wave of fear to pervade the fair Caroline, and remembering the pain she had undergone on the previous evening, she made an involuntary movement to close tight her thighs.
Too late, however. Much as she dreaded the charge of the huge machine, much as she attempted to grip her thighs together and tossed about the bed, the lord still held his vantage.
“Please, uncle,” she cried softly, “you know very well you hurt me dreadfully last night. I will never be able to stand it again-you are too big for me and I know you are going to hurt.”
“Nonsense, Caroline,” he reassured her. “See, I will put some spit on his head and around your little pussy and he will slip into you so easily you won't hurt a bit.” So saying, he moistened his fingertips with a little saliva, which he applied to the girl's pink slit and also to the head of his own organ; then, applying the head to the girl's delicious cavity, he gently inserted it and pushed it slightly in. “How's that? Does that hurt?”
“Oh, ouch!” she cried. “It bums dreadfully, ouch-it hurts-oh! oh! oh! Ah! A-a-a-a-h! Oh, that's better-that doesn't hurt now-oh, that's good, uncle!”
“I thought so,” he remarked. “It was bound to hurt you some last night-we burst your maidenhead, but you will be all right now-perhaps a little bit sore, but you will soon get over that. Now that your little pussy has gotten stretched a bit, you will find you won't have any more trouble.”
His swollen rod slowly forced its way into her sheath, which, under the lubrication of the saliva, seemed to offer little resistance, its walls stretching to receive the huge intruder; indeed, the feelings of lust engendered in the girl overcame the slight burning sensations which bothered her and she heaved her bottom up to meet the thrust of her uncle's hips. The smarting and soreness seemed to mingle with the pleasure, causing a sensation of extreme piquancy in her warm and throbbing quim.
Lord Roxboro, having thus made his complete entry, lost no time in discussions with the girl, but burying his face into her bare shoulder, he could feel his tool slowly forcing its way up into her swollen, hot cavern, dividing the tender flesh; her membranes clasped about his rod in throbbing to-and-fro contacts that nearly drove him wild with frenzy, the maddened girl's body wildly tossing to meet his movements, as their pelvic hair merged in the tight contact of love.
Resting a bit after having pierced the tender girl, he slowly began that tantalizing in-and-out motion so dear to the members of the softer sex, and after a few of these master strokes, Caroline's arms tightly clasped about his neck, returning his kisses with equal ardor, her strawberry tongue reaching forth to meet his, she suddenly began to tremble in the anticipatory signals of the orgasm.
This was more than her uncle could stand, and with one great shove he gushed into her a flood of sperm, feeling the girl wince beneath him, by the spasms of her tender vagina he knew that she also was spending-as the slit tightened and quivered about his throbbing member, he felt he must lose consciousness with sheer delight.
“Oh, uncle, uncle,” moaned the girl, her loins writhing about as if mad, as she felt the balsamic juices spurting from her, “I am dying, uncle! Oh, uncle! That's so g-o-o-d-so good! Oh! Uncle! I love you so, dear uncle; oh, I love you so!”
He had collapsed in an exhausted heap upon the body of the fair girl, his staff still firmly embedded within, her. They lay as though spent, when, finally their panting breath subsiding, he kissed her gently upon the lips and drew himself upward as though to arise, but felt himself clasped by the tender girl and held fast in her embrace. “Stay here a minute,” she whispered, “Don't get up yet.”
“What, Caroline!” he said, pretending to be astonished at the actions of his beautiful niece. “You were slow to receive my advances-don't say you want to continue this painful operation?”
The girl blushed furiously and buried her golden mop in the neck of her guardian. Lord Roxboro, remaining quiet for a few minutes, then lifted himself from the girl, withdrawing his rod, at the same time placing a towel over the girl's reddened slit to catch the flow of their mingled sperm. The touch of the rough towel against the girl's sensitive parts seemed to inflame her. Squeezing her legs tightly together, she rolled quickly over on her side and hid her flaming face in the pillow. This movement brought her pink buttocks uppermost to the gaze of her enraptured uncle, who stood there studying the rounded contours of her posterior, thinking to himself of the delights they should afford to him later on. He patted her bottom, rubbing his hand over its velvety smoothness, then took himself to bathe his now flaccid member.
Returning to the room, he stood beside the bed. The girl peeped up at him between her fingers, saying, “I think I will get up now; I'm not a bit sleepy anymore.”
“Very well, my sweet,” he said, “you may arise and dress. When you have done so, please come downstairs to the living room; I am going to ask you to do some errands for me later on.”
“Surely, uncle,” she replied. “I will be glad to.”
“I want you to go into town and do some shopping. I want you to get yourself some new dresses and things of that sort; you are so lovely that I must keep you dressed in a manner fitting to your beauty.”
She flew to him and threw her arms about him in a tight squeeze. “Oh, you are the dearest old dear, uncle,” she cried. “Are you going to buy me lots and lots of dresses?”
“Not so fast, not so fast!” laughingly warned her guardian. “Why, the first thing I know, you will want me to buy out all of the stores. I see I will have to be conservative with my little darling or she will have me in the Poor House in no time.” Laughingly he kissed her, as his hands caressed her firm, round breasts and cool, globular buttocks. “Run along now and get dressed; then come downstairs and we will see about this matter of shopping,” he directed, and as the girl went to her bath, he returned to the library, thence to the lower part of the house, where he awaited his charming niece in the large living room.
“And now, uncle, what will I be allowed to buy?” queried the charming creature when she appeared a short time later, framed in the doorway to the living room, her eyes dancing and her rosy cheeks aglow.
“You are a true woman, I see,” he remarked. “No need for a second invitation to a shopping trip. Ah, Vanity, Vanity, thy name is Woman.” With a laugh he beckoned her to come to him and drew her to his knees where she snuggled herself like a kitten, all aglow with the thought of being able to procure pretty dresses and such things so dear to the feminine heart.
“Well, let's see,” he began. “About four dresses for yourself, perhaps two hats, say three pairs of shoes and two of slippers, a dozen or so pairs of stockings. That's for you. Now, you may also buy for me, while you are shopping-” Here he stopped and looked at her quizzically. “I reserve the right of having you purchase some articles of feminine apparel that are for my especial benefit.”
“For you, uncle?” exclaimed the girl, her eyes wide with astonishment. “Why, uncle! What can it be that you wish me to get for you?”
“Not for me, exactly,” he replied, kissing her. “What I want you to get is a half dozen pair of the finest, sheerest, thinnest drawers that you can find in the town. I will derive the satisfaction of seeing you appareled within them!”