The child was startled yet delighted at the turn events had taken. Here was something absolutely new and unthought of, but how delightful! Her whole randy little being thrilled at the soft caresses of her uncle's lips and tongue upon those sensitive membranes of her grotto of love. Her hands grasped his head and clutched wildly at his hair, bringing his face tightly into contact with her maiden pussy and her white soft thighs tightly gripped the man's head. Crossing her feet behind his back, and holding his head tightly gripped between her legs, her bottom moved from side to side and up and down as the man's busy tongue explored every sensitive portion of her itching and burning quim, sending spasms of delight shooting through her excited nervous system. Thus she lay with her head thrown back, her eyes closed, soft moans issuing between her clenched teeth as her body writhed and shook in ecstasy. In a few short moments, unused as she was to this sort of treatment, she reached her climax and with a paroxysm of lust and passion, uttering low moans and sighs, she gave down that precious liquid which her randy uncle so anxiously sought; then, overcome by her emotions, she sank into a half-faint; her limbs relaxed and she fell back, a quivering, sighing mass of childish femininity.
VOLUME IV
Freda, who had as yet maintained her virginity, after dallying with Lord Roxboro's now dormant tool, was instructed to depart from the chamber and return in exactly two hours to awaken her sensual uncle by encircling his rod with her rosy lips.
Disappointed in her desires to experience the same sensation by her uncle's tool as she had seen perpetrated on her sister, Caroline, she slipped her frock over her nakedness and, exiting from the room wherein the sensual uncle lay asleep, crept down the hall to the room of her sister.
Tapping softly upon her sister's door, she opened it and entered to find the beautiful Caroline seated on the bed, her face a mirror of despair.
“Why Freda!” cried Caroline, noting her sister's entire absence of shoes and stockings. She raised her astonished eyes and further beheld that her dress was opened at the neck.
Freda calmly seated herself beside Caroline and gazed curiously at her sister's swollen eyelids, which told of the recent tear storm.
“Why, Caroline dear, you have been crying. What did you do that made him so angry, tell me about it.”
“Oh, it is nothing,” said Caroline, crossing her legs and reaching out for her handkerchief, “that is nothing that you would likely understand, Freda!”
“Well, it must have been something awful, or uncle wouldn't be in such a tantrum about it. He seemed perfectly furious when I last saw him down here. What did he say to you?”
“Freda, what has uncle been doing to you in your room?” asked Caroline, lifting her listless eyes and giving Freda a careful survey.
“Heavens, Freda! Why your shoes and stockings are off, and your dress is actually hanging from one shoulder, Freda. What does this mean?”
“Oh,” said Freda, with a superior air, “uncle and I were just indulging in a few playful antics.” Then she had a brilliant idea, and tossed her head as she slyly remarked, “He did to me what he did to you today in the drawing room.”
Caroline looked dubiously at her sister. She knew that her uncle had not as yet penetrated her younger sister.
If he had, Freda would have been crying ruin. She merely smiled at the evidence of her sister's duplicity, and resolved to try her a bit further.
She said chaffingly, “Well, sister dear, was it nice? Did you like the sensation of his long rinka-dink penetrating your virgin bower?”
“Oh, Caroline,” sighed Freda, as she rolled her eyes to the skies, “it was wonderful. And he is so masterful,” sighed Freda, imagining that this horseplay would deceive the experienced Caroline.
Caroline could not restrain laughter any longer and gave away to a hearty peal, despite her own melancholy feelings.
She lay back on the bed and laughed merrily as she surveyed the amazed Freda, who could not imagine the source of her sister's mirth.
“Why, you little goose, don't lie to me,” said Caroline, arising and taking Freda in her arms and kissing her. “I'm astonished that you would try to fool your poor sister.”
“Why, Caroline,” gasped Freda, “how can you say such a thing? He most certainly did.” And she watched carefully to see what effect her lying would have upon Caroline.
Caroline again rocked with laughter, and Freda sensed that something must be wrong.
“Well, Miss Smarty, how do you know that he did not diddle me, as you imagine? I suppose that you spied upon us. Well, you are mistaken.”
Caroline still laughed merrily at the idea, and Freda, seeing that her tale was producing little or no effect, broke down and confessed that Lord Roxboro had not taken advantage of his golden opportunity.
“Oh, Caroline, it was too soft and small, and when I industriously worked it up hard again, he arose and left me.”
“Why, Freda, what do you mean by 'when you got it hard,'“ said Caroline, all her curiosity aroused. “How did uncle's thing get hard, Freda?”
“Why, in my mouth,” said Freda complacently.
“First he placed it between my legs and we squirmed about a bit, then we tried molding it, but nothing worked on it until I took it in my mouth. Then it began to harden. But Caroline, imagine-after all that, he got up and left me and I had worked so hard and loving, rolling it about with my tongue and it got so hard and throbbed. Caroline, it was almost too large to slip out of my mouth.”
“Why, Freda! Do I understand you to say that you took our uncle's sexual organ in your mouth?
“Oh no! you are joking again,” said Caroline, trying to look shocked as she suffered a twinge of jealousy at the thought of Freda appeasing her uncle's passion by titillating his monster organ. “Freda, you actually mean to stand there and tell me that you took that awful thing, that you previously saw him insert into my vagina, and took it right into your mouth and sucked on it?”
“Why, certainly,” said Freda. “You'd take it too, if you got the chance. I saw how you acted when uncle laid you on the couch and buried his joy-prong into your belly.
“You acted like a crazy loon, throwing your legs about his back, and rolling your eyes to the ceiling and moaning and crying, 'Oh, uncle! Uncle! Bury it fiercely, bury it deeper, ram it in.' Oh, I'm not blind, Caroline! I know a thing or two. Why, you seemed to like it; the feel of uncle's old jock-stick apparently tickled your crevice mightily, so please don't pretend to be shocked at me. I know better.”
“But, Freda, did you keep your mouth on it a long time and did he shoot that stuff into your throat?” asked Caroline, breathlessly anxious to know all the details.
“No, he didn't,” snapped Freda. “As soon as he got it hard and agreeable, he jerked it out.
“I wanted him to slip it into my crack, like he did into yours, but he said that he was too tired.”
“Oh,” said Caroline, relieved to hear that he had not taken Freda in the manner she had enjoyed herself. She had grown quite jealous of her little sister and was determined to keep an eye on her. “Freda, did he unbutton your waist and have you take off your shoes and stockings?”
“What do you mean,” asked Freda. “Why, Caroline dear, I stripped naked before him as he lay there on the bed watching me, and he told me I had a pretty form at that.”