For his part, Roger had a feast to gaze upon. Having once before had her drawers down when Lavender had commanded him to spank the sweet girl, he was entranced to see her treasures so laid out before him. What delicious legs-what a bottom-what titties!
“Where is your Mama?” he asked, whereupon Mary giggled, for he was quite leaning over her and had laid his hand already upon her thigh.
“I know not, Uncle,” Mary breathed truthfully enough.
“Ah, then I have time to kiss you, have I not?” he enjoined and, before she could speak, had laid his lips on hers and artfully drawn up the hem of her chemise so that her belly and muff were exposed.
“Oh!” squeaked Mary and made to cover herself, but his hands were all about her and feebly as she tried to defend the shrouded bouquet of her pleasure his hand was quick between her thighs, there to caress the pouting slit whose little cavern had already tasted pleasure. Passing from there beneath, Roger's fingers enquired of the firm plump cheeks of her bottom where, without ado, he sought the little rosette in such a tickling manner that-as he intended-a hotly flushed Mary was forced to lift her hips to endeavour to escape the lewd caress.
Having been well and truly mounted the night before, the young maiden was not minded however to resist too long and soon found her fingers clasped about her uncle's manly tool.
“Take off your chemise, my pet,” Roger declared, it being ever his practise to command his females what to do. With freed and fiercely waggling cock, he then got up and closed the door whilst Mary, all of an eager fluster, shyly obeyed and lay back in her stockings to prepare yet again for the Priapic salute. Casting her arm coyly over her eyes, she heard the shuffle of clothing and in a trice received her uncle's naked form upon her.
“Oh!” she gasped for good effect as immediately her rosy nipples became prey to his lips.
“Rub my cock, you little minx,” said her uncle. “Have you not had one before?”
“Oh, no! Where do you put it and what will you do?” lisped the maiden who held herself very tight in preparation for the assault so that he might believe her yet a virgin still. Indeed, so well did she simulate what had passed the night before that Roger strained mightily before his sturdy cock was but half-embedded in her grotto.
“Delicious witch!” he muttered whilst Mary, supine and wriggling under him with her stockinged thighs couched beneath his own, could no longer hide her eager reception of another cock and began to work her bottom while mewing softly into his mouth.
“Spread your legs wider and lift them that I might get it right in! Oh, how deliriously tight you are, my pet!” groaned her uncle, whose prick was being squeezed as if by a gripping hand. For a long moment of not unpleasurable delay, he felt he could go no farther until Mary-relaxing of a sudden her vaginal muscles-felt him slip right in and moaned with pleasure.
“OOOOH!” she quavered. Grinding the curls of her pubic hairs up to his, she coiled her legs about his loins and dug her fingers into his buttocks, for the feeling was quite exquisite.
“I am teaching you to fuck, my pet. Do you like it?” groaned her delighted relative, who thought himself truly the first cock of the walk with her.
“Mmmmmm!” she answered breathlessly, not having expected after the awful events of the morning to be assailed again for a long time.
Roger was entranced to find his amourous little victim, as he thought her, so receptive. Pumping her gently with long strokes that made her bottom bounce merrily, he covered all in sight with kisses-her fluttering eyelids, her cheeks, her rosebud Lips, her neck, and her divine bubbies. Withdrawing his steaming pestle, he ordered her to turn and so place herself on hands and knees that she was presented in a different wise to his cock.
Having perchance already experienced such a wicked variation during the heated proceedings of the night, Mary dutifully obeyed and presented her warm little rump to his pleasure. Thereupon, taking her hips in what he deemed to be a masterful grip, Roger slewed his glistening penis within once more while bending over his pretty prey to cup her ardent tits.
“F… f… f…!” stuttered Mary who knew not whether to dare to say “fuck” or “faster,” for although her vocabulary had been much enlarged in the preceding hours, yet she wished herself not to be thought too wanton.
“Rotate your bottom, my love, for you will then have greater pleasure of it,” groaned her uncle, who delighted in feeling her warm pert cheeks so moving against him. The sperm was already bubbling in his stem, but by great effort he made to delay the exquisite moment as the silky walls of her inviting interior sleeked back and forth on his embedded prick.
For her part, Mary had already come thrice and was so swimming in pleasure that she would have begged for his libation, had she dared, though perhaps being not considered to know such a thing, she kept her counsel.
Smack, smack, went her chubby rear again and again against his belly which was muscular and firm enough since Roger was five years younger than his sister and possessed a penis of considerable virility, as was to be proven that day.
Let us return, however, to the nearby boudoir, where the sportive trio lay all in a delicious huddle, for Lavender by now had received her unexpected due. Her pussy swam agreeably in sperm, and Rupert lay between the pair, receiving amourous appraisal of his cock and balls while, encircling both with his arms, he fondled their tits. By then, of course, Pamela had politely effected the necessary introductions of a more formal nature since neither Rupert nor his voluptuous mount had met before.
That they should do so in such circumstances intrigued and pleased Lavender, who had long nurtured a fantasy to be rodded in such a moment by an unknown. The three therefore exchanged such compliments as fitted the occasion, whilst Rupert literally drooled over such a pair of Venuses whose pussies were tight and velvety and plumply moulded and appeared to beseech his fingers more and more as they lay with their legs apart.
Indeed, being aroused to such a lecherous mood all three discussed all possible modes and manners of doing it. Lavender, who had lived a comparatively sheltered life (which she was beginning to regret) and had never seen a lively pair copulating, desired to do so now, whereat Pamela declared herself willing, their caresses having by then aroused Rupert to renewed expectancy.
Before the pretty deed took place, however, Lavender was minded to ensure that her offspring was obeying her wishes and so, casting but a light robe around her shoulders, she slipped quickly out, bidding the pair with a merry wag of her finger not to commence until she had returned.
Judge therefore the comely lady's extreme astonishment when, quietly opening the door where Mary lay, the full evidence came to Lavender's gaze that the minx was not lying alone. In that very moment Roger was about to expel the jets of his essence and would have done so if a short screech and a startled jerk of Mary's upraised bottom had not frozen him into immobility.
Mary's cry was one of total dismay that such a thing could happen to her twice. That which emitted itself from Lavender's mouth was one of disbelief for, uncorking his throbbing tool, Roger duly presented it to her eyes with as much astonishment as she herself viewed it. Notwithstanding that in a careless moment she had recently entertained it herself, Lavender's cry of dismay reached the ears of Pamela, who-thinking rogues or ruffians had burst into the house-rushed to her side, there to view in turn the spectacle of the naked pair, though she herself was totally unclothed and Lavender's open robe in turn revealed most if not all of her desirable territory.
“Ah! you rogue!” Lavender shrieked at her hapless brother and would apparently have assaulted him had not dear Pamela stepped between, whilst Mary sobbed and hid her face, having not the wherewithal to do the same for her uncovered charms.