both their arms in turn.
“Well, then, all shall proceed as usual,” Agnes declared, though in truth she meant the reverse. Her naturally lustful nature had now broken fully to the surface, as had Edmund's, who insisted upon fondling their thighs, slits and bottoms anew before they deemed it proper to go about their daily affairs.
Agnes's eyes thoroughly sparkled. There were many young ladies and girls who came to the vicarage from time to time upon different affairs, and she was minded now to let Edmund enjoy himself with as many as possible. Determined that he should henceforth share her bed, she saw no cause for jealousy there. Rather did she look forward with pleasure to seeing her brother's weapon pleasuring such as might succumb to it, for she had found almost as much pleasure in viewing as in receiving.
This she communicated to Edmund that very night when, stripped for their pleasure, they lay abed. Playing fervently with his cock, which she had already sucked, she thus spoke to him.
“There are banns to be raised shortly for a marriage. I believe the young lady's name is Pamela, though I have seen her not. She will be ignorant, no doubt, as many country girls are, and they say she is quite pretty.”
Such a message did not fail to communicate itself to her brother, whose years of celibacy had come to such an unexpected end.
“Are you minded that I should fuck her, my love?”
“Why not, dearest, for are you not about to do that very thing to me? We must explain to her that it is the proper course for a girl to run so that she may be proven fit for the marriage bed.”
“What ingenuity!” Edmund exclaimed, for he too could now see the old vicarage becoming a veritable harem. “Turn over, my dear, and kneel, for I have a different pleasure for you tonight.”
Not doubting that he intended to breach her bottom, Agnes made no demur. Indeed, she had prepared for it, fully intending to enjoy it that way as much as any other.
“See the little saucer of oil, Edmund, on the cabinet? Dip your fingers in it and apply it first to my bottom and then to your cock, for then we shall both enjoy an easier passage.”
Edmund acceded to the suggestion with enthusiasm, marveling at his sister's thoroughness. In a moment his oiled and gleaming knob was presented to her rosy hole. Bending over her and cupping her breasts, he began most blissfully to ease it in, causing Agnes to wriggle exceedingly. Tight as her passage was, she could feel every vein on his prick and the sensation made her quite delirious.
Turning her face, She passed her tongue cowlike into his mouth and began pressing her haunches back inch by inch, until with many a pleasurable moan from both, he was lodged full within and her warm bottom cheeks bulged against his belly.
“Oh! Edmund, oh! What divine pleasure! You have cleft your Maid Marian with your arrow!”
And so, with the vicarage doors safely locked and bolted from all intrusion, the lubricious pair commenced their new exercise with all fond pantings of pleasure.
Chapter seven
“Really, Pamela, surely you do not mean to birch us?”
“Of course I do, Helen. It is solely for your good, as all know in the nurturing of young ladies. Did I not find you reading my French dictionary last night?”
Helen blushed and hung her head.
“I did not intend. 'Twas left about by accident. Mere curiosity made me pick it up. Oh, but I did not really read it properly, though I have never seen the like of such a book.”
“It is for adults and teachers only, Helen. Even so, I am sure you must have learned a little from it. Can you tell me what pine is?”
“Oh, I dare not!”
“Come, Helen, or you shall receive an extra six strokes.”
“Please, no, for it burns terribly! Very well, I must whisper it. It means prick.”
“Excellent, Helen, and now you have learned that, I suppose you might as well learn more. Amourous conversations, I believe, are best conducted in the tongue of the French. No one who overhears knows then what is being said and judges only innocent matters afoot. But now, Miss, I must attend to you. Let us have your skirt up and your drawers off.”
“Oh, but Papa never makes me take them off!”
“A grave mistake that we must rectify, my sweet. Come-quickly about it. No doubt you are used to bending over your Papa's desk, but I intend you in future to have a different posture. As Miranda is out with your Mama, we may proceed without interruption. Let me see your bottom now!”
Rather fearfully, Helen obeyed. Her figure and form were in many respects much the same as Pamela's and so in presenting herself as instructed she was able to display a perfectly rounded and polished pair of bottom cheeks beneath which, by moving her legs apart, Pamela could glimpse the very dell of love itself. Advising Helen that this was at all future times to be her birching position, with her knees kept at least twelve inches apart, Pamela then picked up the birch whose twigs she had soaked overnight. She intended not to hurt the dear girl, but merely to bring her to such a state as would make her look forward to her trouncings under the twigs rather than fear them. For after her own experience with the Captain, Pamela had well understood that a frisky girl might well be best injected in such wise, her hot bottom making her more receptive to the manly tool.
Fond of Helen as she had already become, Pamela was minded to see that she received her first injection as soon as possible, for others would then follow more rapidly. Her agile mind was working quickly on the matter. Her inventive mind flowed.
“This, Helen, is known as the ceremonial position, which all young ladies of seventeen and above must maintain. You must lower your head and shoulders well and push your bottom up. Good, now dip your face into your hands and cover your eyes, for you must also be modest and not allow your expression to show.”
So saying, Pamela ran her free hand lightly over the delicious hemispheres and felt an answering quiver while Helen closed her eyes tightly in her cupped palms. The first swish of the birch made her jump and squeal, for her drawers had always previously protected her. But Pamela fully expected such a reaction, and first let the impact of the twigs sink in before applying another.
The faint rosy hue which appeared on the otherwise spotless pale globe so pleased and excited Pamela that, quite forgetting herself, she brought the third one down much harder and received an answering jerk and a cry. Recovering herself, she applied the next and the next so lightly that they were but veritable caresses and tickled Helen rather than scorched her. Relieved that she was not to be put to so hard a test as her fond Papa had often put her in the study for some transgression or another, Helen yielded herself more eagerly. Indeed, she pushed her bottom out to the next strokes even as Pamela herself had done.
Swish! Swish! Swish! the birch sounded, and with each a ruddier glow announced itself on Helen's nether cheeks until she became quite dazed and not a little excited, for a tip or two of the twigs occasionally brushed her slit which was already moistening sweetly. So delicious was the entire vista, in fact, that Pamela cast the birch down of a sudden and, flinging herself upon the bed before Helen knew what she was at, so positioned herself on her back that her mouth came exactly beneath the cleft that so patently sought attention. Without delay Pamela dipped her tongue upward between the moist lips of Helen's quim, which caused the young maiden to cry out with delight. Gasping and raising her head, she wriggled her hips anew as the lively snake made itself felt in her.
“Oh, yes, how lovely! Do it more! Oh, my bottom burns, but it feels delightful! Oh! I am coming!”
And indeed she was. No sooner had the urgent little cry left her pretty lips than a fine spattering of juices covered Pamela's mouth and tongue. This, exciting both all the more, brought Pamela to turn about and lay the panting girl beneath her so that with their skirts upraised their pussies, bellies, and thighs rubbed together and quite swam in delight.
Such little cries of pleasure as they uttered were lost in their kisses. Being on the brink of such excitement, Pamela herself was also about to reach the delirious climax. Gorging herself on Helen's tongue, she was about to shimmer out her liquid pearls when a knock sounded causing both girls to leap out of their ecstasy and cling all a- quiver.
Pamela, being more used to such circumstances by now, recovered quickly. Jumping off her delightful charge,
