Anonymous - The Loves of Lord Roxboro

“But, uncle, we are very happy here and you could teach me all I need to know.”

“Yes, my child, I realize that, but conditions have now changed. No longer shall I be able to live in Roxboro Manor-not for many a day at least, for a grave international crisis has arisen and I have received orders from the War Office to report for duty with my old regiment. As you know, I am a major of the Reserves of the British Army and must go back to my command in Gibraltar, which is a rocky peninsula in the Mediterranean and where, as in a small town, my slightest movement is known to everybody else.

“But do not be so downhearted, my dear child. We have a few days yet.

“Come, let us take a sunbath together.” And taking her by the arm, he led her to the sun parlor.

As soon as they entered the sun parlor, Lord Roxboro sat Freda down upon a wicker chair and began to undress her. First he took off her shoes and then her stockings. Then he removed her outer dress and she stood before him clad only in her chemise. Meanwhile, a hard lump rose within his trousers. A light draft of air blew in just then, lifting Freda's chemise slightly and exposing the salacious and awe-inspiring grotto that was so attractive to his lordship.

Freda on her own accord took off her chemise and then cavorted quite naked about the sun parlor.

Lord Roxboro stripped off his own clothing. He slipped off his coat and waistcoat. Then he took off his collar and tie; then he took off his shoes and socks. Then he took off his trousers and exposed his huge member, which was pushed out through his underwear. Then he took off his shirt and finally his underwear and stood there in the full sunlight quite naked.

“Oh, catch me, uncle!” cried Freda from the far end of the sun parlor.

Lord Roxboro sprang after her with gusto. Freda leaped away lightly and it was fully five minutes before his lordship finally cornered her.

“Now I've got you, you little nymph,” he said, pushing one of his fingers up her orifice. “Now come to bed and receive your reward.”

He carried her to the couch and placed her upon it, belly up. First he fingered her hairy grotto awhile and then slowly mounted her. He placed the red-hot, hard head of his enormous member to the entrance of her trembling vagina and pressed gently downward. With a little more pressure he slowly, sank in to the balls. Now he began to ride up and down. Up and down he went, slowly but with great passion, each vibration becoming more charged with passion than the former. Up and down they went till eventually the reward came.

Lord Roxboro's body stiffened like a piece of iron while he held his breath and a tremendous jet of his lustful juice leaped forth and literally drowned the interior of young Freda, who was not slow in adding a copious portion of her own sexual fluid.

They lay inert on the couch for about an hour after this.

Finally Lord Roxboro said to her, “Now, Freda, in all your life you have only been buggered once and that was when Montgomery did it to you. Now, Freda dear heart, you really should become more acquainted with that delicious pastime. You know, in my old regiment, the king's own lancers, I learned the art of buggery from my batman and in time I became the champion bugger of Afghanistan, where we were stationed.”

“But that really does hurt too much,” began Freda.

“Nonsense, child, it might have hurt you the first time, but that is now past. You should be sufficiently well stretched now to be able to take a prick and not wink an eyelid except in the purest enjoyment.

“Come, turn over,” he said as he helped her over.

By this time his limp member had regained its gigantic rigidity and he pointed the head against her quivering little rear hole.

“Please do not hurt me, uncle dear,” pleaded Freda.

“Oh, I'll be very careful with you, as this is only your second time, but all you will feel will be a slight stretching of the muscles.”

So saying, he strained against her poor little asshole, and to the relief of Freda and to his great joy, he slid in easily and sank to the balls.

“Ah, how delicious that is!” he murmured as he planted a lewd kiss on the back of her neck.

He now began to rise slowly up and down in her, taking great pleasure in every fraction of an inch that he obtained. For fully fifteen minutes he continued to fuck her in the rear.

“Oh!” cried Freda. “I am spending!” And she gave down a copious flow onto the couch.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” murmured Lord Roxboro. “I can't hold myself. I am coming! I am coming!” And as he said so, he shot forth into Freda's hot bowels a scalding flow of his lordly sperm. His member throbbed violently and after each throb a jet of his spunk shot out. Finally the flow of their sexual fluids died down, and Lord Roxboro's enormous prick shrank and slipped out of Freda.

Freda was more than a niece to her uncle; in fact she was more than a wife could ever have been.

The next morning after breakfast a sour-faced old woman came to Roxboro Manor. On being presented to Lord Roxboro, she said, “I am Miss Matilda Spriggs, from the Cullmoor School for Girls, and as you requested, I have come to take your niece to the school.”

“Yes, that is quite right,” said his lordship. “She is ready now.”

After bidding her uncle an affectionate farewell, Freda went off with Miss Spriggs to the boarding school.

When she was gone, Lord Roxboro paid off his servants, had Roxboro Manor closed, and placed it in the charge of a caretaker, who was to receive all instructions thereafter from his lordship's solicitors.

For his part, Lord Roxboro reported to the War Office in London, where he received his orders.

He proceeded by train to Southampton, where he boarded a military transport-now dressed in his major's uniform-and proceeded to Gibraltar, where he resumed barracks life for an undetermined length of time.