She had not long to wait for the appearance of her uncle. In a few moments he entered the room, bolting the door behind him, then stepped to the door of her room leading into the hall, which he also inspected to ascertain if it were bolted securely.
Walking to a large armchair, he seated himself and said, “Well, Caroline, my dear, let's see the new pretties you spoke of.”
He had wrapped himself in a robe, but was apparently wearing nothing else. However, he seemed to be rather indifferent and showed no particular inclination to handle the lovely damsel who now rose to her feet before him, turned about slowly to allow him to inspect the beauties of the lacy robe which covered her form. “Very pretty; very pretty, indeed; now let's see what you have on under it,” he directed. The blushing Caroline, in a demure manner, made a slight hesitation about removing the robe, but in a moment permitted her courage to gain ascendency over her modesty and allowed the chiffon dressing gown to drop to the floor, revealing her lovely figure clad in pale yellow silk chemise and drawers, trimmed with snowy lace; the sheer fabric of the garments permitted the tinge of her pink flesh to show through in spots, and left practically nothing to the imagination, the fabric serving only to enhance rather than conceal nature's beauties.
“Hm! Very pretty, very pretty, indeed!” quoth the lord, still apparently not carried away by his niece's attractions and making no effort to grasp or handle her. This did not suit the parched girl in the slightest; she wanted something far more substantial than mere verbal admiration.
Coming closer to her uncle, she pointed out to him the beauties of the underclothing, called attention to the elegance of the lace trimming and the beautiful silken sheen of the fabric, in her interest being very careless about exposing to her uncle those parts of her person which modesty usually causes ladies to conceal, hoping thus to arouse him to the point of making a proposal, which he seemed not the least inclined to do. She wondered if she would have to make the advances; it was beginning to look very much as though she should if she wished to arrive at her desires.
Consequently, casting aside all subterfuge, she threw herself in her uncle's lap, her hand searching inside his gown for that noble derringer of his, her lips glued to his as she pressed her soft, hot body tightly to him. “Oh, uncle, uncle; I am so glad you are here; I have been wanting you all morning!”
Her hand had found his engine, only to discover that it was in a sadly flaccid state, totally useless to her in its present condition. She fingered, squeezed, and pulled it. “Now, Caroline! Don't do that, my dear; get away from there and let that thing alone!” The girl started to whimper, pressing her body to his, sucking and chewing on his lips as her hand clutched and squeezed his manhood, which soon began to show some signs of life under this treatment, limbs writhing in the torments of lust which she feared her uncle might perhaps not want to gratify at this time, and her condition was such that she was simply consumed by it.
“What the devil's got into you, girl?” queried Roxboro, his hand slipping between her legs and up to that delicious crotch, where it was immediately tightly squeezed by her burning thighs. “What makes you carry on like this; you're burning hot!”
“Oh, uncle, dear, you see, I was looking through the door this morning at you and Marie-”
“So!” cried her uncle, bursting into hearty laughter. “A little jealous, is that it? And of a serving maid, too, by Godfrey!”
“Oh, no, sir, only-well, you know-I got all excited-I couldn't help watching and listening and I got so excited- oh, uncle, do something for me, won't you?”
Her burning fingers still clutched and frigged that almost inanimate tool of her uncle, but alas! Beyond some slight throbbing movements, it seemed doomed to uselessness; surely it could not be used for any good purpose in its present soft and flaccid state. However, she continued her entreaties and the man finally picked her up, carried her to the bed and deposited her thereon, where she lay upon her back, her legs outspread with the secret delights of femininity exposed to the gaze of the man.
“Well, my dear, I'm terribly sorry, but I fear I cannot recuperate sufficiently to do anything much for you, at least for some time to come,” said the lord.
“Oh, uncle, can't you do something to make him hard? Isn't there something you can do? What shall I do-can't I make him hard? Oh, I simply must have some relief or I shall go mad,” and the sex-mad girl writhed with disappointed lust.
“Well, my dear, I had a rather hectic morning with Marie, as you know, and I fear he is pretty well jaded, so I don't know what I can do about it. You must remember that you are quite innocent; now, Marie, with her versatility and her knowledge of the methods of love, could probably arouse him in a jiffy, but I fear you will just have to wait until he recuperates from his labors of this morning.”
“Oh, oh, oh!” moaned Caroline and, sitting up in the bed, threw off all her clothing except her stockings. “How mean you are, uncle!” she cried, tears of vexation starting in her beautiful blue eyes. “You just want to be stubborn and mean to me; you don't love me, that is all}”
“There, there, my dear!” he soothed her. “Don't take it so hard. I will renew my vigor in a short time and then I will take care of you to your heart's desire. But for the present, I fear there is only one thing that would cause me to get sufficiently excited to do you any good at the present time, so let's let the matter drop.”
“Oh, so that's it, is it?” the lascivious girl replied. “I see; you think I won't do whatever you want me to, is that it? Well, I'm serious! You may do whatever you wish, only give me some satisfaction! Anything, I tell you! I heard your conversation with Marie and the things she told you. Do whatever you wish! Beat me! Abuse me! Treat me the same as you did Marie, if that suits you! Anything at all, only don't leave me like this, I beg of you!”
“Well, my little firefly; you seem to be in quite a state! Now, do you wish me to treat you as I did Marie, or are you merely trying to excite my passions?”
“I mean every word,” breathed the girl, her hand clutching his still half-flaccid penis. “Oh, come close to me-hold me tight.” The man slipped off his robe and got into bed beside the girl, who immediately threw herself upon him, rubbing her burning quim against his hairy belly, her arms tightly clasped about his neck, her lips, hot and dry, biting and sucking his own.
This extreme randiness on the part of his erstwhile modest and bashful niece was having its effect upon the lord. Realizing his advantage, he prepared to profit by it. His prick was beginning to assume more lifelike proportions; by little nips and slappings and robbings he increased the heated girl's desire. “I warn you, Caroline, you are bringing this upon yourself! I would not have suggested it to you, but since you seem determined to have me enjoy you, I am going to see just how much truth there is in the theory of sadism! If you want me to desist, now is the time! Either calm yourself and quit trying to excite me, or if you continue and succeed in arousing me, I shall do to you what I did to Marie!”
“Oh, uncle, anything-anything at all; I am dying for you,” cried the lovesick girl.
The man hesitated no longer. Flinging the girl to one side, he arose, turned the girl upon her face, and getting atop of her, placed his hands underneath her belly and hips and pulled her upward to an all-fours position, gripping the soft flesh of her thighs in his strong hands until the girl moaned with pain, although her buttocks were writhing violently from side to side in an excess of passion.
Changing his hold, he now clutched her firmly by the breasts, his eager fingers sinking into the soft, white flesh; he lifted the girl's body into the air. She bit her lips to choke back a scream of pain, but made no remonstrance.