“And I shall merely make an excuse,” replied the maiden boldly, groping his covered prick with passion while their lips exchanged a long and burning kiss. “But now, sir, to my charges, or you will think me the idlest of girls.”
Distraught as he was for a good poke-and for the best of reasons-Sir Richard acceded with a grunt of frustration. Damme, but the girl was right again. In truth she was a balm and a blessing, and one who would give herself to him in passion in but a few hours time.
“I shall have you then twice, and by both portholes, Pamela.”
“Oh, will you indeed!” she laughed and actually blushed. “I have never heard of such a thing. Is it possible? It will surely be too big, and I would cry and sob even as Helen would after a birching,” Pamela added shyly, bringing a distinct rise of red to his cheeks.
“Ah, yes, Helen-yes. She is in the second bedroom now. I-er-herrumph! — have just seen her to it, which is perhaps why you could not discover her whereabouts.”
“Sir, I do not doubt it, and her whereabouts are very pretty, for I could not disguise them on the last occasion from you. Shah we see what she is at, for I suspect she will need much advice as to furnishings and such matters. There are many things that engage a young girl's fancy when she obtains her privacy. It is best, I am sure, that such a fancy should be fully satisfied before others take mind to do so-do you not think?”
“Eh? Ah, what? Oh, yes, by Jove, yes!” replied the slightly bewildered knight, who found himself being led from the study rather than leading Pamela within it. Moreover, in ascending, Pamela's hand more than once chanced to brush against his fervently upstanding cock in such a manner as to keep it at the peak of attention as they reached Helen's room.
There, even as Pamela's hand settled on the doorknob, voices reached them. The first was distinctly Miranda's.
“Oh, how weally howwid you are, Helen. You have chosen the best woom first, and I shall be on my own now, and all because you are nice to Papa and keep kissing him.”
When Miranda was excited, she frequently fell into a lisp that many thought sounded exceedingly attractive, as indeed it did now.
“Really, what a big story you are, Miranda! Papa only kissed me to make me favour the room, and I don't know how horrid you could be, hiding and watching as you did!”
“Weally, Helen, I shall tell Mama!”
“I shall beat you if you do, and I shall take the birch to you!”
“Now, what is this?” Pamela demanded, entering the room of a sudden. Sir Richard would have escaped in his confusion, had she not been clutching him in the very place which most aroused his emotions.
Seeing them, both girls blushed brightly and Helen sat down on her bed with a squeal, for she had been in the act of trying on a dress and wore only a brief chemise that displayed half her breasts and almost all of her lovely legs to perfection.
The Bromleys' tradition of “closing ranks”-long learned through the years as the best way of defending and keeping what was rightfully or unrightfully theirs- sprang into being. Miranda denied she had said anything and stuck so gallantly to her tale, to Pamela's secret admiration, that she was merely despatched to her room and told to stay there.
“How ungrateful you are, Helen. Your dear Papa attends as best he can to your needs and has already spoken to me of the necessity of refurnishing this room to your taste. Yet all you can do is to indulge in common quarrels.”
“Oh, I did not!” Helen protested. “Please let me put on my dress!”
A certain trembling made itself felt inside Pamela, who considered that she was about to venture the most daring thing she had ever done. However, she comforted herself that Helen could not but benefit thereby and indeed obtain untold delights.
“As to your kissing your Papa, Helen, I can say nothing of it but praise. However, you have made Miranda more than a little jealous, and for this reason it was thought best for you to have your own room so that there need be no more prying. For yes, 'twas I, dear Helen, who helped persuade Sir Richard that you would then both be the better accommodated in all respects,” Pamela said, more to the utter astonishment of the said gentleman than his shapely offspring, who obtained still a few shades of innocence, though it was shedding fast.
But a short time before, while Pamela had been listening at the summerhouse, Sir Richard had entered his daughter's new room and, amidst a quite enlivening conversation, had so cuddled and embraced her that he was to be found in the state he now was. In truth, it was he who had assisted in the removal of a blushing Helen's dress and was on the point of kissing her proud bubbies-half unveiled as they were-when Miranda had come upon them. At which point Sir Richard had made a hasty if somewhat muddled departure.
Blushing not a little, Helen now declared her intention never to raise her voice or quarrel again no matter how she was provoked. Pamela then moved to sit on the bed beside her. She had been minded for a moment to give Helen some twitching with the birch in order best to admonish her, but of a sudden she saw no reason for it. They were alone and without fear of interruption for at least sufficient time to ensure that Helen received her first injection without delay.
With Sir Richard standing by and with his cock at full rise-the reason for which Pamela was now in no doubt- the moment was indeed nigh.
Chapter ten
Quite thrown into a turmoil by the news that the first of their sacrificial lambs had not proven to be who they thought she was, Agnes and Edmund partook each of a large glass of sherry.
“You say she is a different girl, Carrie? Then who was the last one?”
“I know not, sir-I only knows that this one is from the village because I seen her often enough. A sprightly young thing, she is, and pretty as a piece of Dresden china.”
“She came alone?”
“Yes, sir, that she did. I took a look out of the windows-no one there.”
“Very well, show her in.”
Then entered Pamela Pink, whose name was echoed by the tinge of colour which rose in her cheeks as she stood in waiting surveyed from head to toes by the Vicar.
What he saw he liked, and what he liked he intended to see more of. More sherry was then dispensed and a little jollity obtained while he extracted information from the girl concerning her age, her fiance, and her parentage. All of this he solemnly noted down, frowning and nodding from time to time as if all were of the utmost importance.
“Now, my dear, my sister has something to convey to you,” he boomed, whereat Agnes rose and seated herself beside the girl and whispered something in her ear. Pamela's blushes rose anew.
“Oh yes, Miss, I sees the bull and the cows do it, and he goes at them right proper, up behind them he is, and pushing it in and out,” Pamela declared frankly as a country girl might, for such things were hidden from no eyes as wished to see. Besides, her mother had warned her and advised her to listen to all the Vicar said and to do in all respects what he said. And as for his sister, Pamela knew it must be right and proper for her to be the same, so she made no objection when Agnes enfolded her with one arm about her shoulders. In fact it was nice and comforting, and the Vicar was smiling at her, so she knew she was doing right.
Agnes whispered to her again, and Pamela Pink looked first at the Vicar and then at the carpet.
“Oh no, Miss, I wouldn't do nothing like that, not ever,” she replied.
However, conscience seemed to overcome her, for with a quick, sly glance at Edmund, who sat waiting for the further trial of Priapus to commence, Pamela whispered something back, though not so softly that it escaped the twitching ears of the Vicar.
“But he 'as put it in my mouth, Miss, and I likes that. It came out all bubbly and warm, like thick cream it were. He groaned and he quivered and it run down my chin. Did I do wrong, Miss?”
“Oh, no, Pamela, and we may as well speak up now. You see, you must be anointed properly with that selfsame liquor before you are married, but I fear that your Ted did it by the wrong route in his ignorance. Poor
