“without the presence of their bothersome Mama.”
Thus it was that Patricia and Harry entertained quite freely, though it was often enough remarked by the servants that females rather than males were the principal visitors to the cottage, as indeed they were. Such maidens ever being accompanied by maidservants, who were supposed to act as their moral protectors, quickly found themselves separated from their chaperones once the interior of the cottage had received them.
Therein, the servant would be plied with whatever took her fancy in the way of gin or beer or other bibulous liquids and would soon care not a jot in the world what her young mistress was doing. Indeed, were she herself pretty or endowed with sufficient charms, she would soon enough find herself falling prey to the lecherous young Harry, whose cock was wont to do more work in a month than others do in three or six.
Hence, when the next hunting party of Lady Bromley's took place, the twins saw to it that they were invited. Indeed, Belinda could do no other than extend their invitations to them for such were the artful pair's influence and wealth that no social gathering was complete without them. Additionally, the Lady Patricia was wont to cleverly supply the occasional slightly-used maiden to her hostess from time to time, and so the pair had what might be called a perfect understanding.
It was therefore no surprise when the heavenly twins appeared on the morning of the hunt that Patricia should cast her eyes immediately upon Pamela. Lady Bromley, having been careful to put it about that the girl was in truth her ward, there were no social apprehensions at the pretty young girl's appearance in riding garb. Patricia and Harry were soon at her side.
To say that this vexed Lady Bromley is rather to state the obvious, for as we have learned she had intended this day that Pamela should be more thoroughly debauched, thereafter to act on her behalf rather than that of her husband. Such a silent battle of wits frequently took place between Belinda and her husband, and the pair thoroughly appreciated any victories they gained over one another.
At this moment, though Belinda knew it not, her husband was uppermost, having enjoyed the nubile charms of Helen, as he was minded to do soon enough again. This day afforded him an excellent opportunity, in fact, for neither Helen nor Miranda were permitted to go on the hunt and-pleading some indisposition-he in turn stayed within. Not being over-displeased with this, Belinda saw her chance to enjoy the day as she would, particularly since Captain Dancer was of her company.
Thus, upon the sounding of the horn and following a hearty breakfast of which all had partaken, the hunt set forth. 'Twas a beautiful morn, and Pamela was in highest spirits as her mount jogged along between those of Patricia and her brother, who quite entertained with their wit and pleasantries. Their own private cottage lay not three miles away and neither intended to remain distant from it too long now that they had a new houri for their harem. Having not distanced themselves a mile, and taking all care to let the other riders precede them, Patricia reined in her steed with a cry.
“Oh, my head is upon me!” she declared.
“She is given to the vapours, I fear,” Harry explained to a bewildered Pamela, while his sister rocked her pretty head theatrically in her hands.
With seeming concern, Harry rode around Pamela and took the reins of his sister's steed.
“We must get her to bed. Nothing but a darkened room will cure her,” he said with solemn mien, whilst dear Pamela made haste to comfort the young aristocrat.
“Dear girl, I fear I shall quite spoil your day,” declared Patricia to her companion whilst her brother rode ahead of them leading her horse.
“Oh, no,” responded Pamela, who was mindful not to call her “Miss” upon the instructions of Lady Bromley. “You must tell me whatever I may do for you,” she added solicitously.
“Our cottage is nearer than the manor-I feel I might go there and rest awhile. Will you stay with me but a little while, and then Harry shall help you rejoin the hunt,” came the artful response.
Thus was the butterfly led into the web, and soon enough the young Lady Patricia was ensconced in her boudoir where, with Pamela's help, she disrobed. Harry remained discreetly distant in the little drawing room, for it needs must be explained that despite all their sly and lascivious games, each of the pair kept their amours separate. Whilst this entailed at least an hour of boredom and waiting for Harry, it benefited him much in the end. Flushed and roseate, her body all of a quiver from the Sapphic embraces of his sister the victim would then pass into his arms all ready for the further sacrifice to Priapus. Indeed, more than merely ready, for Patricia was no less than a devotee of her art, and her agile tongue tuned the nubile maidens as finely as a craftsman tunes a violin.
This Pamela was soon enough to learn. With the curtains firmly drawn in as delicately furnished a boudoir as she had ever seen, she was rapidly induced to make a pair in bed under pretext of soothing Patricia's brow.
“Ah, you are making me feel better already,” declared the latter. “Pray make yourself comfortable in turn, my dear, and cast off your cumbersome attire. We shall then be far more comfortable.”
These words impinged sweetly enough on Pamela's ears for, being a sensible girl and one given to slightly artful behaviour herself, she divined not a little that the Lady Patricia intended to make her feel much better herself. Having no objection to this, and finding her new companion as sweet and perfect of form as. herself, Pamela was not loath to present herself in turn in a state of Nature, and thus their warm bodies soon lay fondly together.
In but a moment Patricia had kissed her rosebud lips and passed a fervent hand over the snow-white crests of her bubbies, which felt delightfully resilient to the touch.
“How quickly your nipples come up-may I suck them?” Patricia asked, since she sensed neither resistance nor overmuch shyness on her companion's part.
“Oh, yes,” Pamela assented eagerly. She was about to be inducted, although she knew it not, into the highest realms of lovemaking. Ere two minutes had passed, and with the quivering buds of her nipples already erect by Patricia's craftily sucking mouth, her lively thighs were parted well to receive the labial attentions that were fondly pressed upon and around her cunny.
Gasping and wriggling, Pamela received the snakelike length of as fervent and skilful a tongue as doubled any raptures she had previously received in this wise. True, she had taught both Helen and Miranda to do it to her a little, but neither had obtained the art of Patricia who-in a trice-had both the girl's legs upon her shoulders and was bringing her rapidly to a point of careless bliss.
“What a delicious slit!” Patricia murmured, turning herself quickly then about so that her own fond nest presented itself over Pamela's face.
Quite eager to taste the honeyed treasure, Pamela reached up boldly, caressing as well as she could the ardent hemispheres of Patricia's bottom and drawing her cunny down upon her mouth. Sneezing a trifle as a mass of curls tickled her nose, her tongue was soon twirling in turn until naught but the most blissful liquid sounds reigned in the boudoir and each brought the other in turn to heavenly surrender of her spurting treasures.
“What a treasure you are, to be sure,” declared the Lady Patricia at long last after each had frequently tasted the other's salty libation. “Do you then like girls as much as I?”
“Oh, I believe so, though none has pleasured me as you,” replied Pamela, whose mouth was still avid to receive the fiery flickerings of her companion's tongue. “I like being injected, too,” she added naively enough while Patricia's lips made paths of pleasure all over and around her curves.
“Injected? Oh, you mean by the cock,” Patricia replied frankly, delighted to discover that they had such an advanced protegee. “Yes, my pet, it is well said that cock should follow tongue, but I would bid you tongue me a little more first. Do you know how to do feuille de rose?”
Sadly Pamela was forced to unveil her ignorance of such a sport, whereat, with a silvery laugh, her adorable bedmate turned about and presented herself on all fours.
“Part the cheeks of my bottom and present just the tip of your tongue there. Meanwhile, then, pass your left hand beneath my cunny and tickle my spot as surely as your tongue shall tickle me elsewhere.”
So spoke Patricia, who found this the most exciting of activities and one to which not all her captive girls were prone to indulge, or did so with such awkwardness and naive fondling that her pleasure was often quite spoilt. In Pamela she had, however, a truly dedicated pupil who was so intent on pleasing in this manner that she drew the ardent Patricia to the end of the bed, whereby then she could, by placing her own feet on the floor, more readily attend to this form of lubricious caressing.
True, it was quite new to her, but no sooner had the curled point of her tongue found the wrinkled orifice and even inserted itself a trifle within than a fond murmur of pleasure escaped the owner of the altar of love to which she was attending.
