speech and felt it would sound very convincing. Hence when the door opened she introduced herself with a charming smile to Carrie, who stared at her in some surprise and ushered her in.
“It's a young lady named Pamela, Miss Agnes.”
“Why, yes, of course, we did not expect you yet. Pray sit down and have a glass of wine. My brother will be down in a minute. How pleased he will be to see you! Now, as to the purpose of your visit, we know well. There are merely a few details to be covered. No, my dear, you need not speak, for I well know the embarrassments of a young girl in a situation such as yours.”
“Oh, yes-well, that is very kind,” responded Pamela who was quite taken aback that news should somehow have come on ahead of her. Even so, it was nice to know that they were not put out and rose with a warm smile to greet the Vicar as he entered.
“My dear-a sincere pleasure,” he boomed, for ever since his recent orgiastic adventures, Edmund felt that he had quite come out into the world and was ready for anything. Certainly, he considered privately, he was ready for this adorable creature who was simply one of the prettiest and shapeliest girls he had ever seen.
“What a surprise that we have not seen her in the parish before, Edmund. Is she not a lovely creature!”
“Oh, but I have not been here long,” replied Pamela, whose glass was already being refilled.
“That we now understand, my dear, and so our customs and rites will also be unfamiliar to you.”
“Ah, yes, those,” Pamela answered somewhat vaguely, for she was not at all sure where the conversation was leading and she had not had time to utter her prepared piece. “But what I came about-” she began to say before Agnes rose and interrupted her.
“Come, you have no need to say it. Does it now embarrass a girl as young as you? I feel sure it must. Is it not better to express yourself in action rather than words?” said Agnes, who took her hand and drew her up.
“Oh, always, yes,” Pamela replied all too innocently. For a moment she thought that she was being led out since she found herself being conducted back into the hall, with the Vicar in close attendance behind her. Instead, however, she was turned gently at the foot of the stairs and led upward.
Thinking, perhaps that there was another and larger drawing room on the first floor, as there was at the manor, Pamela ascended with her hand continuing to be held warmly by Agnes, who looked forward as much as her brother to the lifting of the girl's skirts. Rather bewildered, therefore, Pamela found herself ensconced in the best bedroom while Edmund closed the door.
“Have you someone waiting for you?” he asked cautiously, rather than out of politesse.
“The coachman, yes.”
Agnes and he raised their eyebrows. They knew of no folk in the neighbourhood who had newly arrived and could afford a coach. But perhaps a rich uncle had hired it for the occasion, Edmund told himself. The girl looked slightly astonished already at being led up to a bedroom, but that was to be expected. She sat demurely enough with her hands in her lap and an expression of quiet waiting on her face. It was just what he wanted.
Acting exactly as they had rehearsed, Agnes sat down on the edge of the bed beside Pamela and placed an arm about her waist.
“First there is one little duty you have to perform, Pamela, and that is to kiss the sceptre.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Pamela softly who for a moment thought she could not espy one anywhere and then realised that she could (though it was not of the nature she had expected), as Edmund stepped before her and swiftly unbuttoned his trousers.
“Oh, my goodness, it is so big!” Pamela said, quite certain now that this was the price she had to pay for the news she had intended to bring but which had somehow been divulged to them already.
“That it is of such a size, my dear, is in part due to your beauty,” Edmund announced gallantly as his big cock waggled lewdly under her very nose.
“Part your lips now, for you must give it the nicest of kisses, mustn't you?” Agnes said, wherewith she laid her hand gently on the back of Pamela's neck and inclined her head forward. The knob was so large that Pamela feared for a moment that her mouth would not engulf it, but just as her pussy had already opened to others, so now did her lips. Their enfolding warmth and moisture caused Edmund to emit a groan and push it in a little. He had expected the wench to struggle a trifle- indeed, he suspected that Agnes had hoped that she would-but instead Pamela instinctively began to make little sucking motions which caused his knees to quiver and quite enraptured Agnes.
“Enough, Pamela,” Agnes murmured after a moment. “You must now let me prepare you otherwise, so that you might better sustain the assault when you are put to it in bed with your lord and master.”
Thinking that Agnes was referring to Sir Richard, Pamela's mind was all a-spin. They seemed to know so much, yet she could swear that no one would have told them anything-and certainly not the knight of the manor. Perhaps it was witchcraft, though she did not really believe in such a thing-entertaining, as she did, only the healthiest of thoughts. Nevertheless, she decided to play safe and allowed herself to be turned about so that she lay on her belly while Agnes duly folded up her skirt.
Such legs and bottom as were then displayed brought a murmur of admiration from both her lewd hosts, who insisted upon raining the most exciting of kisses upon her offered curves. Pamela bucked her hips agreeably, for not only their lips but their tongues were everywhere and-had she but known it-frequently moved alongside one another in tasting her bared nether cheeks, her groove, and the slit of her pussy beneath until she was quite all of a dither.
Panting softly, she remained with her bottom raised on the very edge of the bed while Edmund quickly disrobed. Of a purpose he had left all undergarments off and so his muscular form was quickly presented in Adam- like state.
Lying upon her back immediately, alongside Pamela, Agnes threw one arm over the girl's back, as if to warn her not to rise and then drew up her own skirt, displaying her dazzling plump white thighs above her black stockings.
“Now, Pamela, you must prepare to receive the sceptre in your grotto, for there it must inject its essence and so anoint the ground,” whispered the hypocritical dame, who wished rather that she were in Pamela's place at that moment.
“Yes,” assented Pamela quietly. She eased her legs apart, poised herself on her heels, and waited. Hands gripped her hips, a bulbous crest asserted itself at her bottom cheeks, and for a moment Pamela thought she was to be injected in that wise. So indeed did Agnes, who shook her head warningly. It would not do for them to first receive his prick in that way. Later, perhaps they could persuade her to stay, but otherwise she must be eased into it.
Edmund indeed had had the momentary intention of breaching those delightfully chubby cheeks, though he feared it would take overlong to invade them to the full. Instead, therefore, he lowered his manly tool and probed the lovelips which, unknown to him, waited impatiently for attention. Expecting Pamela to scream, he bent farther forward and clamped a rude hand about her mouth, but only a muted whimper escaped her as the stout peg began to be inserted.
“Ah! by all the blessed saints, she is tight!”
Finding that her mouth had not opened to scream, Edmund released his hand and used it rather to tickle and tease his sister's plump mount. Her dazzling eyes gazed up at him with adoration as he did so, for to her eyes he looked the very epitome of manly vigour with his virile weapon already half within the lovepurse whose moisture was already lubricating its passage.
Working her hips in the lubricious excitement of the moment and finding the sweet vision of Pamela's raised bottom distinctly appealing, Agnes whispered in her ear, “Is it nice?”
“Oh, yes, it is quite delicious-what a magnificent sceptre-oh, push it in more!”
Thoroughly delighted at this docile reception, Edmund obeyed. The interior of her vagina was soft, velvety, and clinging. In fact, it gripped him almost demandingly as did Agnes's bottom, and it took a singular effort for him to sink it deep within. Therewith, with Pamela's warm, firm bottom cheeks bulging into his belly, all was pure delight. Casting one stockinged leg over Pamela's back, Agnes puffed and panted her pleasure in turn.
“Ah, my love, had you but two, you could enjoy us both!”
“Indeed, my pet, then I would be in very heaven! Ah, how her bottom smacks against me. Truly, she is devout in her motions. What a luscious little cunt she has!”
“Oh, sir, is that where your sceptre is?” cried Pamela, pretending at last to some innocence which she felt it best to regain.
