“Your finger, my sweet!” implored Patricia, who had parted her lovely thighs wide and now received the desired digit, teasing and maddening her clitoris so that Pamela was hard put to keep her tongue darting within and without the perfumed bottom. Nevertheless she succeeded by gripping Patricia's thighs from the front with her right hand and was soon drawing delirious moans from her victim.
“Oh! how I… I… lovely! Flick your tongue faster!” appealed Patricia, whose senses were quite swimming under the dual ardent caress. Panting not a little, and with the orbs of her divine breasts swinging as she knelt, she was not long in releasing from her cunny a further salty spray so prolonged that she collapsed and lay quite still, all pale of visage and with her eyes rolling heavenward. Indeed, Pamela thought her at first to have fainted and was heartily relieved when, falling again beside her, she felt herself clasped in two adoring arms.
“My treasure of desire!” Patricia murmured huskily, “how sad I shall be to lose you!”
“You need not,” replied Pamela, who was all aglow not only with her success, but with her learning of a pretty little trick that she vowed Helen must learn to do to her.
Patricia kissed her anew. “Poor Harry, I had quite forgotten about him in our transports. Will you not see how he is?” she asked and thereupon drew from beneath a pillow a gauzy robe which she bid Pamela put on.
“May we not call him in-after you are covered, of course,” Pamela said, for while a little uncertain still, she was half of a mind that the pair were in some consort together.
“How immodest!” simpered Patricia, making not the least effort to cover herself. “No, my pet, it will take but a moment to see to his comfort, and then you must return, for I would hear all about it.”
Not doubting now for a moment that she was now expected to receive Harry's cock and to recount the event, Pamela assented as shyly as she felt able to. In her newfound philosophy, she saw no reason at all why both should not partake of his doughty tool and could not begin to believe that Patricia herself did not receive it regularly. In truth, however, it was a very curious state of affairs, for wedded as she was to the Sapphic pleasures, Patricia had never indulged herself in amourous combat with Harry. Only once had she permitted him to unveil her lower charms and to visit her dell with his tongue, but that had been in a spirit of experiment, for Patricia had quickly found that his raptures at tasting her fount turned to a desire to insert his prick therein. Not being so minded, she had spurned him, awarding but a single sisterly kiss to his fiercely wagging tool. Thus, most curiously, Patricia remained a virgin and would have been so perhaps to this day had it not been for the artful wiles of Pamela.
Proud maiden as she was, and being given rather to arranging matters than to finding herself the victim of them, she intended not to become the plaything of either. Hence, rubbing her eyes as she descended and so giving all appearance of having cried, she cast herself with open robe into the drawing room, where Harry awaited her coming with great expectancy.
That he was not disappointed at the immediate view of her uncovered charms was evidenced by the eager glow in his eyes and the uncovered arrogance of his cock, for he had divested himself of all clothing in readiness for the event.
“Oh, sir!” cried Pamela upon seeing it, for it was of a fair size and well deserved her exclamation. Casting herself without ado in his arms, she allowed the manly rod to thrum merrily against her belly while clutching its root decisively.
“Come! upon the couch with you, my little bird. It is surely time you were given the manly tribute,” declared Harry, who was all in raptures at the exquisite curves presented to his form.
There and then he would have lifted her and carried her upon the waiting altar of plush velvet which was reserved for such sacrifices and where many a young girl's bottom had waggled ardently, but he knew not in what crafty guise he was being led on.
“Oh, sir, not I!” protested Pamela, who began thereupon to sob and clutch at his neck in such wise that he could not bend to lift her. “Pray listen, for you see my tears, though you know not the reason for them. 'Tis Patricia.”
“Patricia!” echoed the slightly crestfallen hero, who by then would have had his steaming shaft well embedded in her. “Is she unwell still?”
“In more senses than one, Harry, for I left her bereft. Do you not know it is this wicked cock of yours that she most desires?”
So saying, Pamela ran her fingers skilfully down the straining shaft, while keeping one arm tightly strung about his neck. Seeking the root of his cock, she sought his balls and dandled them.
“D… d… desires?” stuttered Harry, whose world was turned all about. Not a maiden before this had not gone under him in a trice, hot as she had proven from his sister's bed.
“Truly, and I would durst not confess it to you had she not done so to me. I had but my tongue at her bottom when she cried out that it was something larger she desired. Oh, how her poor heart broke to confess it to me-and, Harry, I swear to you I am the first to have the secret from her heart. She would be taken by force, she declares, for there is no other way to bring her to true pleasure.”
“The deuce of it-by force!” replied the stricken Harry, who was torn between forcing Pamela upon the waiting couch or attending upon Patricia, whose refusal of his ever eager weapon had never ceased to confound him.
“By force it must be-or apparently so-for she will never otherwise surrender and so lives in great frustration. Why else would she entertain the all too delicate tongues of girls such as I so frequently, were she not burning for the dominating cock?” asked Pamela, whose tongue was quite in danger of running away with her.
“Ah, Pamela, let me have you first!” demanded the ardent swain, whose fingers took full delight in raising her flimsy robe and exploring everywhere her nubile treasures.
“Could it but be-this very instant,” murmured Pamela, casting upon his eyes the hottest of her gazes, “but then you wouldst need tarry awhile before you were ready for her-and I fear now that were she, in her present state, to know that I were entertaining you, all would be upset.”
“Indeed, yes,” answered Harry, who saw well enough that their cottage might then no longer be such a haven of lust as both had been wont to enjoy. Moreover, he had many a time been minded to join the Sapphic revels and turn them to his own advantage, and had suffered much frustration from being forever barred from Patricia's boudoir while many heavenly moans and cries sounded from within.
“Make haste, then-remember she may cry and struggle, for she told me that she would, but yet has a longing for it greater than you can imagine. Grip her tightly and enter quickly. Her pretended resistance will soon then cease. Her bottom is truly well moistened for the fray,” enjoined the artful Miss, whose urgings could no longer be overcome. “Make quiet upon the stairs-I shall follow,” Pamela hissed.
“Indeed! What a treasure you are! What a day we shall have of it!” chortled Harry, who could scarce believe his luck, so long had he yearned for such a moment when his cock might entertain two at once. Thereupon, with Pamela three steps behind him, he ascended with all quietness, knowing well enough which stair creaked and which did not. Expecting Pamela to follow him completely, he entered the perfumed boudoir whose air was by then redolent with female scents of desire.
Patricia lay upon her belly musing at the fortunes of the morning and squeezing her bottom cheeks occasionally in fonder membrance of Pamela's tongue-a movement of some voluptuous invitation which Harry took to be the perfect assent to all he had heard. Not infrequently a maiden struggled briefly in his arms, and he was well accustomed to containing them until his quietening shaft was well buried.
Mindful of Pamela's injunctions, he cast himself like a bolt of lightning upon his sister's recumbent form, his lusty loins meeting the luring curve of her bottom with a loud smacking noise that was accompanied also by a shriek from Patricia. Instinctively she endeavoured to rise and cast him off, though the very movement served his purpose well. Thrusting her pretty face well down into the pillow, Harry maneuvered his glowing knob without ado between the adorable cheeks of her ripe bottom and eased it blissfully within the puckered rim where Pamela's saliva still lingered.
“Harry, no! Oh, you monster, you vagabond! Take it out! How dare you! Aaaah! Oh, no! No, you must not-I forbid it. Harry! I f…f…f… OOOOOH! Oh, it is too big! No!”
Such eyes as espied them through the doorway glowed. Pamela could not indeed desist from coyly fingering her cunny as the doughty rod passed slowly between the arrogant cheeks of Patricia's bottom while her hips were now clasped as if by iron bands in her brother's grip.
“M… M… M… Mama!” Patricia shrieked, quite beside herself at the wicked invasion. “Oh! I shall tell, Mama! Harry-stop!”
His throbbing tool now three-quarters ensconced in her warm, sleek bottom hole, Harry screwed up his eyes with bliss, though he could not help but let a chuckle escape him at the thought of Patricia's confessing all their
