Anonymous - The Loves of Lord Roxboro

“Now, leave that to me,” he said. “Other women have endured this and it certainly won't be any more trouble for you than it was for them; I am sure you will enjoy it in time, if you will get those foolish notions out of your head and be a good, sensible girl.”

Leaning over, he found her lips with his own and impressed upon them a burning, lascivious kiss, his mouth half-opened and his darting tongue titillating the girl's ruby lips, causing her strange sensations of lust which coursed up and down her body. Raising his head, he commanded her to stretch herself out straight upon the bed. She did so. His eyes devoured her beautiful figure stretched upon the snowy sheet, rosy with fire and glowing in the light of the rose-shaded lamp. He had her turn over and lie upon her face, then assume different positions as he admired the beautiful lines of her feminine beauty, his hands playing about her lovely limbs and breasts. His tool was stiff and hard, his breath came in gasps, and he was once more in a frenzy of desire.

Reaching out, he took the girl's hand and carried it to his burning member, about which he clasped her delicate fingers. His tool was amazingly long and hard-she could hardly encompass it with her fingers-and the length and breadth of this band of bone and gristle caused a shudder of excitement to course through the girl's frame.

The man, not satisfied with the feeling and pawing of this delicious creature, spread her legs and gazed long and fondly at the delicious moss-covered cleft, the mark of her femininity, and marveled at the smoothness and whiteness of her little rounded abdomen and the delicious swell of her well-turned breasts.

The girl, on her part, ventured a peek through her fingers at this male who was so boldly inspecting her most secret treasures and gained a better view of that terrible machine which a short time before had bespewed her lower limbs with its unctuous flow; once more she marveled at its immensity and at the gigantic sack that hung, pregnant with its charge of manhood, a wrinkled mass beneath the swollen weapon. The flourishing mass of black pubic hair that graced the lord up to his navel was a new sight for the girl and she gave it the benefit of a full inspection.

Tiring at last of this delicious inspection of the girl's most inner parts, the man longed for more active diversions. Throwing himself onto the bed alongside the girl, he took her into his strong embrace. They made a sensual picture as they lay there, clasped closely in each other's arms. The uncle, his caresses now seething in their heat, caressed the girl's eyes, her lips, her snowy neck and throat, and then, with a tantalizing slowness that drove the now expectant Caroline almost wild with emotion, lowered his lips to her strawberrylike nipples, which stood out boldly as if inviting this hungry attacker; gently biting these coral tips, he slowly sucked into his mouth the full substance of her breasts.

All of these caresses had an effect that was almost miraculous on the now throbbing girl. She twisted and squirmed from side to side, now pressing her body tightly against his, now throwing her legs violently over his and grinding her mount vigorously against his rampant member. Her uncle's kisses traveled downward from her breasts, tonguing and kissing the virgin mounts and valleys of her alabaster body, her belly and groin. She could not control herself from the emotions that pervaded her very being. Never before in her young life had she felt such emotion as she was now undergoing. She had never felt the hot touch of a lover's lips and tongue.

The lord, still enjoying himself to the utmost, his gorge rising high under these delightful manipulations, slipped down lower and lower until his eager tongue, erect and trembling, brushed over the golden locks of her delicious mount-turning the girl sidewise and parting her legs, he slipped his hot and glowing tongue within the crevice of her womanhood, that lump of heavenly delight that controlled her being, and licking and kissing this erectile mound, he soon had the girl in a ferment of soul-devouring passion.

She groaned, throbbed, and twisted from side to side under these divine touches administered by her sensual guardian; her eyes rolled wildly upward, her breath gasping as she rolled and twisted with clenched fists and quivering muscles.

Lord Roxboro, his mind full set upon achieving the purpose in his mind, now desisted from the sport and, moving upward on the bed, once more took the lovely, passionate girl in his arms, smothering her in his embraces, which she now met with fullest delight. His busy finger replaced his tongue as he gently manipulated and frigged her center of bliss, the girl writhing and twisting as if mad.

“Oh, uncle,” she breathed, her senses almost departing, “oh, uncle, what have you done to me that has affected me so? Oh, I just love you so much; you are the most desirable and sweetest man in the world! Oh, what you just did to me was the most pleasure I ever had in my life! Oh, it was lovely! More, uncle, please?” And she kissed him furiously, twisting and writhing in the bed as though afire, his finger titillating her clitoris in a manner to set her wild.

He now judged that the appropriate moment had arrived to ravish this lovely young creature. Pushing her back into the bed upon her back, he opened her legs widely. Getting on top of her and between her legs, he placed the head of his glowing member in the entrance of her grotto. The girl paid little attention to his maneuvers, seemingly in a half-swoon from passion. He placed the head of his cock against her panting slit and with a slight push of his thighs attempted to force it into her body. She immediately pulled away from him, with a slight moan and said, “Oh, uncle, please don't do that-that big thing won't go into me, it will kill me-oh, I'm afraid, I'm afraid; I know you will hurt me.”

The man made no answer. Despite her twists and wrigglings, he once more made the attempt and, having placed his member in the rosy lips of her cunt, he slowly forced his way into her cringing and quivering body, meeting with stubborn resistance from her virgin parts. However, he was successful in introducing the head of his enormous member for perhaps an inch. He stopped there, permitting the girl to become accustomed to this stretching of her most sensitive tissues.

“Oh, mercy, uncle! Oh, uncle, you are killing me! Oh, I'm dying; it hurts terribly-oh, please, uncle-oh, please, please stop!”

He was not to be dissuaded, however. Slowly, a little at a time he forced his way into the squirming girl; she attempted to push him off, her legs and arms threshing wildly as she moaned and whimpered softly that he was killing her; she knew she would die; she simply couldn't take that big thing. But as inexorably as fate he continued, slowly forcing his enormous tool into her delicate slit until finally, with a last strong push, he drove it clear to the hilt into her cavity. Working gently and slowly, he worked back and forth in her quim, his member ready to burst with the acuteness of pleasure from the touch of her warm, tightly constricted, and palpitating vulva. A few moves sufficed-with gaspings of breath and low groans he reached the climax-his excitement communicated itself to the girl, and in spite of her evident agony and pain, her feminine nature asserted itself and she likewise reached her orgasm, so that the two lovers spent together in one short, convulsive mutual grinding of hips and bodies, after which they both lay exhausted for a moment.

In a short time the lord lifted himself from the body of the girl, who lay as if dead, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, scarcely breathing; her heart, however, beat convulsively from the extreme exertion she had just been through.

Reaching a towel from the bedside table, he cleansed his now flaccid tool and tucked it between the girl's streaming thighs, lest the mingled sperm and blood stain the bed clothing. He lay beside her, holding her in his arms, kissing her tenderly. In a moment she half opened her eyes and he reassured her, saying that she would be all right.