“Indeed, my pet, and it is in you to my balls. What delightful squeezings! You have been worked before, I vow!”
“Oh, sir, only by my uncle, for he thought best to prepare me for it,” Pamela panted mischievously. Her cunny fully open now, she worked back and forth on the Vicar's tool in hearty response to his thrusts.
“Little witch, I thought you game for it. Let us fuck heartily then, for is that not the name for it?”
“F… f… fuck, yes!” stuttered Pamela, who enjoyed very much saying the wicked word while she was being rodded.
Excited beyond measure, Agnes sprang up.
“Edmund, dear, do not come yet, for I think we may best enjoy her together. Take your prick out and put her on her back.”
“Oh!” squealed Pamela, who seemed surprised by the idea and regretted her lewdness. It was fun to remain apparently innocent. But entirely in the thrall of Agnes, as it seemed, Edmund withdrew his steaming shaft while Agnes bundled Pamela over onto her back, thus leaving her prey again to the cock whilst her legs dangled over the edge of the bed and her pussy pulsed for more. That she was about to receive it was evident, for, raising her own skirt to her hips, Agnes immediately clambered about Pamela's shoulders and-facing her brother-slowly lowered the rolled lips of her slit upon the girl's mouth while Edmund once more inserted the pestle.
A burbling cry that might have been one of surprise or pleasure issued briefly from Pamela's mouth as the thick curls about Agnes's plump mount tickled her nose and the squashy lips descended fully. Arching her back in an intensity of pleasure as Edmund's prick re-entered her slit fully, Pamela thrust her tongue upward and began to lick.
Rolling her eyes and moaning, Agnes leaned forward and embraced her brother, their mouths joining in the most passionate of kisses while the hips and bottoms of all three waggled and jiggled their pleasure.
Half-choking but yet in the most pleasurable state, Pamela duly received the salty spray of Agnes on her tongue while herself annointing the Vicar's potent tool. That he was in fact only now urging himself to come was apparent to both females, who panted their pleasure while Agnes's long tongue worked encouragingly back and forth in Edmund's mouth.
A huge quiver seized him. His legs trembled. His knees bent.
“Ah, my love, I am coming in her! Oh, what streams! My heavens, how she sucks me in!”
So the lubricious flood exploded as the spermy effusion completely filled Pamela's grotto and trickled about the inner surfaces of her thighs. Panting for more and only wishing that there were another to take his place, Pamela could only grip him to the last while Agnes's slit ground itself with equal greed of desire upon her sodden lips.
All then expired, their efforts having been so lusty that for a long moment they lay panting in the sweet aftermath with Pamela couched between the pair and feeling as warm a bath between her thighs as she had yet known. Only the fretful stirring of Agnes aroused her from her blissful state at last, for Agnes fretted unduly now that Pamela might turn against them.
“Is all well, my pet?” Agnes asked anxiously, whilst a momentarily subdued Edmund proceeded once more to dress, with the same momentary quivers of anxiety as Agnes.
“Oh, indeed,” Pamela smiled sweetly, to their great relief, though little knowing how much she was preparing the ground-or bed-for other maidens to follow. “It is a great honour to receive the sceptre and the- er…”
Sprightly of mind in her recovery of relief, Agnes kissed her salty lips.
“The fount, my dear, for that is what I possess between my thighs, and thus you are fully anointed for what awaits you.”
“Of that I am certain,” replied Pamela faintly, though she knew them to be as big a pair of hypocrites as she was ever likely to encounter. It would be as well not to tell them now who she really was. They must fall into their own trap, and she felt certain that they would.
Sedately as she felt befitted the occasion, Pamela then made her departure, smiling shyly at Edmund all the while and thus nurturing his belief that she was the most perfect of female parishioners. Assuring both that she would tell her “uncle” that she had been treated wisely and well, Pamela made her way back down the path.
There Jack waited for her with the carriage. As Pamela made to enter it, a girl of her own age approached from across the green and nodded to her uncertainly. Walking past, and attired in what Pamela instinctively felt was her best dress-though the fashion was some two years old-she entered the gate.
Pamela seated herself while Jack closed the door. The seat, though padded, was a trifle hard, after her lascivious spell on the bed and her thighs were still sticky with the Vicar's effusion.
“Home, Miss?”
“Oh, yes, Jack, for it will be teatime when we arrive.”
What to tell Lady Bromley, Pamela knew not. For a day or two, at least, she must try to keep out of her way. Then she would merely say that she had given her message and that it had been well received. That would at least be in part true, and neither the Vicar nor his sister would dare deny the truth of it.
Turning her head, Pamela took one last curious glance toward the girl who was now knocking at the door, but then attended to her other thoughts, wondering how Helen had fared with her Papa.
As the carriage rattled on, the door of the vicarage opened. Seconds later, Carrie entered the drawing room where Agnes and Edmund sat, excitedly discussing their latest conquest.
“It's a girl, sir.”
“Oh? Has she come back then? Is something amiss?”
“Indeed it might be, sir, for it is a different one, and she has come-to put up her marriage banns!”
Chapter nine
“You mean to have the girl join the hunt prior to the fancy-dress ball, my love?”
Captain Dancer's brow wrinkled with astonishment as he gazed upon his paramour who lay with him in the summerhouse.
In circles such as theirs, only people of their own social rank rode to hounds and although Pamela was more than a domestic servant, there were many who would gaze askance were she to be invited even to share breakfast with them.
“Indeed I do, Henry,” replied Lady Bromley, “for I mean to have the girl thoroughly debauched, and what better opportunity than when we are out in the field? I have not missed the glances that Dick has cast upon her. Perhaps she is not such an innocent as we think. I intend to bring her firmly into my sphere of influence. Besides, she would make a good go-between, do you not think?”
The Captain chuckled heartily. The pair had surreptitiously enjoyed many such as Pamela, but the fond gaze of Mamas was too frequently cast upon their nubile offspring to protect them from the wiles of the world. To the end of which his inamorata spoke, Pamela would make an excellent foil.
“I understand you well, my love. You mean that she can first engage them in little conversaziones, so to speak, and so gain their confidence?”
“Precisely, Henry, and a little more than that-for she will be seen to be acting as a chaperone, and I shall put it about that she may be used as such.”
“I say, Belinda, what a devilish good idea-a spider in disguise to lead them into the web, what?”
“My goodness, Henry, the very idea has enlivened you even more than I thought it would. Why, what have we here? Why, sir, it is a delightful size already!” cooed Belinda, who sought amidst the quickly unfastened buttons of his trousers.
The Captain's cock veritably glowed already, and Lady Bromley was sufficiently au fait with men to know that it was not solely her own charms which had aroused him, but the thought of what lay ahead.
While Henry endeavoured to hide his confusion by kissing her uncovered breasts and thighs, she would have none of it, for such prizes as he would enjoy through her machinations would be as much hers as his.
“Of whom are you thinking, my pet? Not only of your Belinda, I feel sure. No, Henry, dear, deny it not. Is it not that delightful young thing, Mary Waterhouse?”
Groping her bare bottom with one hand and parting her voluptuous, stockinged thighs with the other, the
