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  At this movement, the sensual lord dragged up her skirts to the waistline, and the watching Caroline was rewarded with a full unobstructed view of the beautiful maid's lower person.

  Her entire lower body was uncovered, as she wore no drawers, with silken stockings of fine texture, which were held in place by a pair of beautiful pink silk garters, and as the inquiring fingers of the lord pulled apart the girl's willing thighs and one of them inserted itself into the dense hair that covered her lower belly with a soft silken growth, fingering the throbbing cove beneath. Caroline wiggled her buttocks with passion, at the same time her own finger stealing into that centre of feminine bliss, which she titillated violently in sympathy with the erotic scene before her enchanted eyes.

  Marie lay back, almost prone, her thighs outspread to her employer's busy fingers. Caroline caught a glimpse of the passion-swollen lips as her uncle slowly massaged the dewy interior. Finally, evidently deeming that this provocative handling might cause the beautiful girl a premature orgasm, he slowly withdrew his hand, and Caroline, the entire scene directly before her interested eyes, could hardly repress a cry of astonishment at the gaping cleft that was left exposed to her startled eyes.

  What an opening this was! Surely her own was not so dilated as that of this beautiful girl! It beamed with a dewy moisture, and as the enraptured Caroline watched it, it seemed to pulse and leap, probably from the soul-stirring fingerings it had received from her uncle's busy digits.

  At this moment Lord Roxboro quickly unfastened the fly of his pantaloons, and the delightful object of Caroline's admiration sprang forth, erect and hard, as though to do battle with the pulsating quim that was so near it. Marie, needing no coaching or instruction in the delectable art, immediately grasped the huge bolus in one of her tendril-like hands and slowly massaged and squeezed its gigantic length, her fingers running quickly from the flaming head to the heavy pendulous balls that depended from this gigantic stabber.

  The titillations of the beautiful girl's fingers upon his manly rod seemed to have a thrilling effect upon Lord Roxboro, and he wiggled and leaped at each compression and relaxation of her dainty fingers. Suddenly pushing the girl backward upon the couch, he sprang astride of her and Caroline saw him bury his flaming prong in Marie's throbbing cunt!

  Each and every downward stroke and the accompanying sweet withdrawal was watched with eager eyes by the interested girl, whose eye was glued intently to the peephole; and as she watched the wiggling, twisting, sighing couple, each uttering sweet groans and sighs of pleasure, her busy finger frigged that centre of sensual pleasure on her own person in sympathy with the couple so busy in love's action on the couch before her.

  Presently, with a few short, frantic plunges that almost seemed to drive his banger home and that seemed to paralyze the wiggling girl beneath him, Lord Roxboro reached the quintessence of bliss and poured forth into the lascivious maid a full stream of love's elixir; the girl at the same time reached her climax, and with a few short, spasmodic plunges and writhings, the two sank exhausted upon the couch, panting from their exertions.

  At the same time, Caroline, seeing that the two were approaching the desired moment, had worked herself into a frenzy with her fingers, and when they reached the apogee of bliss, she accompanied them with a self-induced orgasm that nearly caused her to faint with passion and pleasure.

  Lord Roxboro, after lying a moment in that sweet, soothing after-ecstasy, upon the body of the beautiful girl who still sighed softly beneath him, her cleft distended by his throbbing tool, arose staggering to his feet, his noble rod drooping and soft, sticky with their combined dew, and, walking to the bathroom, secured a towel and dried his parts.

  Truly, this amorous sport must be extremely exhilarating to some members of the feminine sex. Caroline had never seen the maid look so radiant as now she did.

  For a moment Caroline supposed that the episode was finished, in her ignorance little suspecting the calibre of the two persons engaged in this battle of love. She kept watch, however, with the idea of missing nothing that might transpire further, and her vigil was duly rewarded.

  After Lord Roxboro had cleansed his parts with the towel, Marie laughingly reached for the cloth. Throwing her dresses high, allowing her parts to become thoroughly visible to the watching Caroline and his sensual lordship, she thrust the towel between her legs and dried herself, vigorously rubbing the towel against her sensitive parts with a grimace of passion as the rough texture of the cloth touched the still tingling centres of sensation. This act finished, she permitted her dress to fall and once more seated herself upon the edge of the couch. Lord Roxboro, buttoning his pantaloons, seated himself beside her, and gathering the charming maid into his arms, smothered her with hot kisses.

  'You have been pretty well opened up by your husband.' The girl laughed at this and glued her willing lips to his for a lingering embrace. It seemed that she was in that parched condition so well known to widows, and the recent happenings had only increased her passionate desire.

  'You are quite a kisser too, my dear,' said the recipient of the girl's warm embraces. 'Your devoted husband must have taught you that lingering, soul-searing French kiss that you perform so expertly. What a pretty tongue you have, my dear Marie! Thrust it forth for my inspection and allow me to look at that titillating member that has wrought such sad havoc with my manly feelings.'

  The girl thrust out her pink tongue and sensuously wiggled its strawberry tip, darting it to and fro, in and out of her pretty mouth for the lord's inspection. Fired by this lascivious exhibition, he sought to embrace the beautiful girl once more, but she laughingly dodged her head from beneath his encircling arm and bent it forward to the man's lap, holding him tightly about the waist with both arms.

  'Aha!' cried the lord. 'I am of the opinion that you are quite accomplished in certain ways and devices of exciting the passions. I feel certain that you are well versed in quite a number of practices that I did not, in my blindness, credit you with, you little teaser!' Patting the back of her head with his hand and running his fingers through her hair and about her shell-like ears, he massaged the back of her neck and head, which she had buried in the front of his lap.

  'We will soon see how much you know, my little Venus!' cried her uncle. The breathless Caroline from her vantage point watched interestedly as her uncle leaned back and unbuttoned the front of his shirt, baring his manly breast, covered with hair, the brown nipples of his breast standing forth; then, lifting the fair girl's head, he pressed it against his breast and held her closely to him.

  Caroline, profiting by the knowledge imparted to her by her sensual uncle, together with womanly intuition, realized that the beautiful maid was busily engaged in tonguing her uncle's nipples. His hand was busy at the buttons on his trousers, then suddenly the head of his member leaped forth, about half-hard but becoming rampant under the ministrations of the lovely girl.

  The man's whole front body was now exposed, and the salacious girl, busy with her adroit tongue, slipped down his bare belly, weaving from side to side in her lascivious downward course, missing not a spot on his entire front, until, slipping to her knees on the floor directly in front of the impassioned lord, she tongued up and down his groin, causing her master to writhe in passion.

  In another moment the watching Caroline saw the kneeling maid, apparently flaming with lust, suddenly engulf the man's rod in her rosy lips. Sucking it violently for a moment, she released it and her busy tongue licked its sides and head, thence downward toward the hairy sack which she titillated with her dartlike tongue. Then working back upward again, her tongue slid up and down the now throbbing shaft of the man's resurrected tool; reaching the head, she once more plunged it into her mouth until Caroline wondered how Marie could accommodate the huge member without choking upon it.

  The lord's hands slipped down about the fair operator's neck, hugging her head close to his belly, and thrust forth his lower parts to meet the action of the girl's head as it worked up a
nd down upon the shaft of his huge prick.

  His hands now worked downward and grasped the girl's beautiful bare bubbies, which he massaged and crushed as the maid sucked and chewed upon his swollen member. This lively encounter raged for a few moments, the girl at times being forced to pause for breath, only to engulf once more that now iron-hard instrument within her distended jaws and move gently yet rapidly up and down upon it with a slight swinging motion.

  Under the eager gaze of the interested spectator, the pace livened a bit; Lord Roxboro's grip on the neck of the fair manipulator tightened as though he would crush it between his hands, and he now moved his buttocks with frantic emotion. Caroline saw her uncle's staff leap and plunge as he endeavoured to plunge it to the hilt within the fair one's mouth, she only saving herself from being choked by the massive charger by grasping it firmly at the root with one tightly encircling hand; the lord's face contorted with passion and his eyes closed as the girl now sucked on that fleshy morsel with furious intensity, and as his staff throbbed and panted, Caroline knew that her uncle was now pumping into the eager and willing throat of the pretty maid the very essence of his being!

  The lord, trembling as if in an ague, held the fair girl tightly to him as she mouthed and sucked, the convulsions of the muscles of her neck telling of the balsamic cargo that was now oiling her throat; and she choked, gasped, and strangled until the man's sensual grasp finally loosened about her neck and she fell, a sodden, panting heap, upon the carpet, and the lord slumped back upon the couch, thoroughly overcome by his recent passion and exertions!

  My Secret Life

  In the year 18** I walked up P***I**d P***e at about ten o'clock at night, and saw a tall woman standing at the corner of L**t*e P***l**d Street. Her size attracted me, I spoke, and offering half a sovereign with the understanding that she would take everything off—went with her to a house in L**t*e P***l**d Street.

  She kept her word and stripped whilst I sat looking on.—When in her chemise,—Do you want me naked?'—'Yes.' Then she slipped it off and stood stark naked, boots, stockings, and garters, excepted.—I may as well describe her at once, as for quite four years, she satisfied almost every sexual want, and helped me to satisfy every sensual fantasy.

  She was with the exception of the second Camille (the French woman) almost the most quiet, regular, complacent woman I had had since that time, and moreover was most serviceable to me in all my pleasures, ministering to them as I wanted them—but rarely herself suggesting them.—Ready to undertake anything for me, and after some length of intimacy participating in, and well pleased with, our erotic amusements; never attempting to exact money, but always content, and at length getting so accustomed to me that she let me into much knowledge of her private daily life.

  She was I should say five feet nine or nearly ten high, which is tall for a woman. Her hips were when viewed from the front, of the proper width for such a height—but her shoulders somewhat narrow. Altho so tall, she was small boned and plump all over, yet she had not an atom of what may be called fatness; had a small foot, a fine shaped calve, and thighs not quite so large proportionately. Her bum with fine firm round cheeks was not heavy at the back, was rather broad across the hips than thick and prominent behind, yet her backside looked handsome.—In fact she was straight and well shaped from top to toe, but if anything might have had broader shoulders with advantage, to make her proportionate to her height; yet only a sharp critic would have noticed that deficiency.

  Her cunt, that important part of a woman, was large, but tight, fleshy inside, and muscular. It clipped my prick as deliciously as if it had been a much smaller one, and it was so healthy and deep, that often as I tried, I never could touch the orifice to her womb, either with my prick or my fingers. Nearly black hair, crisp and in full quantity was on her mons, and down the lips, and almost to her arsehole, but not round that brown orifice. The lips were thick and full, yet if she put her legs apart, they widened at once, showing deep crimson facings, and when shut a thin crimson streak.—Her nymphae were small.

  She had dark brown, bright eyes, dark hair and good teeth—but her nose had been broken. That spoiled her face which otherwise would have been very handsome. As it was it did not make her ugly, but decidedly spoiled her.

  She had the longest tongue I ever saw. She could put it further out of her mouth altogether than any one whom I have seen do that trick.—She was somewhat an unusual woman in every respect, and was I think twenty-four years old when I first saw her.—She had been a ballet dancer at some time, altho I only found that out after I had known her some months.—Her name was Sarah F**z**r.

  She laid on the side of the bed, pulled her cunt open, knelt on the bed backside towards me, shewing cunt and arsehole together in quick succession as I asked her, and without uttering a word, but simply smiling as she obeyed. It had the usual effect,—a stiff-stander of the first order. It always is so with me. Objections, and sham modesty, a refusal to let me touch, and feel, or see, instead of whetting my appetite for a gay woman, always angers me and makes me lose desire.—With a woman not gay the case is different. The next minute I was enjoying her with impatience, then I lay on her stiff still, and full up her when I had spent.—'I shall do you again.' 'All right,' she replied. My prick never uncunted, but whilst reviving, my hands roved in all directions. She moved first this leg, then that, lifted her backside up, and seemed by instinct to know where my hands wished to go, and they were restless enough.—She was like Camille.—To something I said, she remarked.—'You're fond of it.'—As I recommenced my thrusts she said.—'Don't hurry, I want it,'—and we both spent together.—I forgot to mention that her flesh was of surprising firmness, and her backside solid and smooth.—I gave her the half sovereign as agreed—she did not ask for more, and we parted—but not for long.

  The readiness with which she complied with all my wishes, together with the recollection of her personal charms, and the pleasure of her cunt, dwelt in mind. I had her next night, and the night after, then began to see her once or twice a week, and to indulge in voluptuous freaks which I had not done for three years or more, and which my imagination increased in its powers by what I had seen, read, and done, supplied me...

  I went to the house first. Sarah entered followed by a very tall woman with her veil down, who stood and looked through it at me. Sarah having locked the door said, 'Take off your bonnet, Eliza.'—The woman only looked curiously round the room.—'Take off your bonnet.'—Then she took the bonnet off, and stood looking at me.—'Sit down,' said Sarah—and down she sat.

  She was full thirty-five years old, but what a lovely creature.—I think I see her now, altho I never saw her but that once.—She had beautiful blue eyes, the lightest auburn hair crimped over her forehead, a beautiful pink bloom on her cheeks, and flesh quite white.—She was dressed in black silk, which contrasted well with her pink and white face.—She was big all over.—Big breasts jutted out in front—the tight sleeve shewed a big round arm—her ample bum filled the chair.—She was exactly what I wanted.—I never could wait long to talk with a woman whom I liked the look of, without proceeding to see, if not to reel, some of her hidden charms.—A burning desire to see what she had hidden seized me. I don't know if I spoke or not, but filled with desire, dropped on my knees and put my hand up her clothes, one round her thighs towards her bum, one towards her cunt.

  As I touched her thighs, she put both hands down to stop me with a suppressed 'oh'—neither action or word, those of a woman who was shamming.—It wasn't the fierceness of a girl who first feels a man's hand about her privates, nor the sham modesty of a half-gay woman. It was the exclamation and manner of a woman not accustomed to strange hands about her privates. The next instant, I had reached both haunch and cunt.—She gave another start, my arms had lifted her petticoats, and I saw a big pair of legs in white stockings, and the slightest flesh above the knee nearly as white.—I placed my lips on it and kissed it—my hand slipped from her cunt round to her bum, and both hands now clasped
one of the largest, and smoothest, and whitest backsides I ever felt. Then burrowing with my head under her petticoats, I kissed my way up her thighs till my nose touched her motte, and there I kept on kissing.

  The warm close smell of her sweet flesh, mingled just with the faintest odour of cunt, rendered it impossible to keep my lips there long. The desire to enjoy her fully was unbearable—I withdrew my head and hands, and got up saying. 'Oh!—undress dear, I long to fuck you.'—They were the first words I had spoken to her, and she had not spoken at all.—She then rose up, and slowly began unbuttoning looking at Sarah.—'Lord, what a hurry you are in,' said Sarah to me.

  Off went the black silk dress, out flashed two great but beautiful breasts over the top of the stays—and a pair of large, beautifully white arms shewed.—Then I saw the size of the big bum plainly under the petticoats. Off went stays and petticoats all but one.—Then she, 'There, will that do?'

  I wanted all off.—'Oh—I cannot take off any more.' I appealed to Sarah, who said. 'Now don't be a fool, Eliza'—Eliza then undressed to her chemise, and positively declared she would keep that on—I had taken off my trousers and was standing cock in hand.—My impatience to discharge my seed into the splendid creature before me, made me careless whether she stripped or not.—I had drawn near to her—was feeling all round her bum with one hand, and wetting the fingers of the other in her cunt. I placed my prick so that it rubbed against her thigh, and feeling her, was at the same time pushing her towards the bed.

  When we touched the bed—'I can't with Sarah there,' said the woman.—'Go out,' said I to Sarah. She looked savagely and replied, 'Nonsense.' Then I had a moment's dalliance and no more, forget what more was said or what took place, but saw Eliza on the bed, threw up her chemise, saw a mass of white flesh and a thicket of light hair between a pair of thighs, the next instant was between them, and my prick was up her cunt.