lewd deeds. The fact that she dared not merely impelled his lusting vigour so that with a final grunting movement, he rammed the whole of his flaming charger within his sister's bottom and so contained her struggles to perfection. Thereupon, after a moment of stillness broken only by Patricia's helpless cries, he sensed some tiny assenting movement of the rapturous sphere of her bottom which was pressed so tightly into his belly.
“My love, my desire!” he murmured fondly and bending full over her commenced to fondle and weigh her dangling tits, finding her nipples so full hard that he was no longer in doubt about her secret enjoyment of the unwonted bout.
For her part, Patricia succumbed to her fate more readily than she would have believed. The titillations of Pamela's tongue had merely served to prepare the dish for the oven, so to speak, and the long, thick throbbing of Harry's fine prick in her bottom stirred her lascivious temperament. Even so, burying her blushing face in her pillow, she murmured in disguise of her rising excitement that it was a most wicked thing to do to her.
“Such it is, my pet, and the greater enjoyment we shall thus have of it. Come, make no pretence, for I intend to cork you properly,” rejoiced Harry, who in the passion of the moment had quite forgotten Pamela. That maiden, however, had not forgotten herself and was half-minded to join in their transports. Yet she sensed that to make herself an open accomplice left her less an ally than a victim and so-tiptoeing about whilst the passionate bout commenced in earnest-she quickly recovered her clothes and fled downstairs with them, not forgetting to lock the door upon the pair as she did.
“Oh, H… H… Harry!” came a moan through the door as she did, though whether it was in lamentation at her departure or was merely to celebrate in sound the lascivious pleasure that Patricia was by then clearly enjoying, Pamela neither knew nor cared. They would have a fine time of it to get out of the room in any event, she pondered with some pleasure.
Thus the artful maiden rode back to the manor, discussing with herself as she did the ease with which such events could be toned about, provided that all partners were sufficiently randy to take such opportunities as accosted them. Being of a kindly nature always, she knew well enough that Patricia would but benefit from the affair and no doubt would have her delectable cunny breached also ere the day were out. Thereafter, Pamela told herself with some satisfaction, Harry would be able to let himself down from the window by sheets and so release them both.
As to Lady Bromley, all would have to find some means to explain their absence; but since she herself could ever put an innocent face upon it, so could Patricia and Harry.
Meanwhile, she must find out what Helen and Miranda had been about.
Chapter thirteen
Alas for Pamela's intentions, the artful quarry which was the subject of the hunt had wheeled about and so thereupon had the merry riders. Scarce had Pamela proceeded half a mile than a loud “Halloa!” came to her ears and past her rushed the red-brown fox in such a scurry that she felt truly sorry for the poor hunted animal.
Perceiving it going in the direction of the manor, she watched its course and then wheeled her steed about as the leading huntsmen raced across the meadows and reached her, their bright red jackets flying open in the breeze.
“Whence did the rascally animal go?” demanded Sir Josiah Spinks who led the race and wondered how on earth Pamela had got where she was. Waving his crop, he looked all about him, but fortunately could espy nothing.
“Ah, sir, I saw it clearly-it wheeled that way, toward the copse,” Pamela replied, indicating in the kindness of her heart quite a different direction from that which the fox had taken. She pointed toward a clump of trees upon rising ground as she spoke, and thereto Sir Josiah turned his attention, though having been rather distracted by the pretty figure this young lady presented. He had not had opportunity to study her before.
Lest there be any noble male or female followers of the sport whose eyes cast themselves upon these pages, it should be explained that no hounds accompanied such occasions as Lady Bromley organised. This was not because the lady was more sporting at heart, but solely for the reason that she had found the yapping brutes a decided nuisance when wending her followers to a quite different form of activity. Hence rarely was a fox ever encountered within fifty yards of these meets, but rather were the females herded in the direction most suited to licentious occasions.
None, however, were novices, lest Sir Josiah's niece, Kitty, could be called such, for she was the next youngest in the party to Pamela and as pretty as a Dresden doll. Indeed, coming upon the pair at a gallop now, she cast a fretful eye upon Pamela, who had given Sir Josiah her very sweetest smile in persuading him where the fox was gone. For Kitty was in much hope of acquiring some small fortune from her uncle's will in due course and was not minded to brook any rivals. True, the old boy had only kissed her and fondled her a little so far, but she quite believed she had become his darling and was minded to keep that post amid jealous jostlings from other of her cousins.
“I do not believe we have met,” Kitty declared primly enough to Pamela, who thereupon in true feminine fashion read all the signs in the girl's eyes.
“'Tis my misfortune that we were not introduced,” Pamela responded politely and-names being thereupon exchanged-the small party of followers arrived, led by their hostess in company with Captain Dancer. To them Pamela also explained where the fox had gone (or had not gone, in fact), and the direction seemed to please Lady Bromley, who thereupon led the hunt forward whilst Pamela dallied in the rear, piqued that her escape to the manor had been cut off.
Approaching the wood, Lady Bromley caused her bold Captain to sound upon his horn, this being the signal not for a further advance but for the mounted servants to arrive bearing hampers and all manner of good edibles, wine and liquors.
“Here we shall rest,” the hostess declared, and the guests seated themselves all about while dazzling white cloths were laid and all set out upon the grass before the servants took their departure. To Pamela's pleasure, the absence of the wanton pair whom she had left behind seemed not to be noticed. Lounging upon the sward in company with all, she partook of chicken, ham, salad, and wine, as all did, until replete and with many satisfied sighs, the ladies lay themselves back in sweet expectancy of the “sweets” they were to receive. As all knew, Lady Bromley invariably produced a surprise on such occasions, and they all waited to see what it might be and how lubricious it might prove.
They had not long to wait, though kissing had already commenced and not a few male hands delved impatiently already within the corsages of the ladies which had been opened already. Pamela lay unattended for the moment, perhaps by some unspoken consent, while Kitty merely had her svelte form lightly caressed by her uncle, who cuddled her fondly. Indeed, heavy with wine, Pamela had already closed her eyes when she heard her name called. Half-sitting up in surprise, she saw that the guests had maneuvered themselves into a wide circle, that several ladies were distinctly showing their bare breasts and that many pairs of breeches had been opened in readiness.
In fact, the sight of so many upstanding pricks, freed of any covering, caused Pamela to think that they looked like so many curious long toadstools. Not unnaturally, she blushed, believing herself to be dreaming, until Belinda Bromley beckoned her in a manner that betokened no refusal. Sweetly flushed as she was and aware that all eyes were upon her nubile form, she advanced through a waiting gap in the circle there to be seized by Captain Dancer who brought her somewhat in the classic manner of St. Joan to her knees.
“Pamela shall entertain us first!” declared Lady Bromley, whereat there were cries of approval, titters from several of the ladies, and indeed also a little applause.
“Oh! what are they at!” asked Kitty, who, having slyly glanced all around her once, pretended great dismay and hid her face in Sir Josiah's waistcoat. It was not her first view of a waggling penis, though she had never seen so many all together before.
“A little sport, my pet, but-ahem-I fear you should not look,” declared her uncle, who had so far not shown her his own doughty tool but now took sly advantage to release it under cover of fumbling about.
“I shall keep my eyes closed, then,” said Kitty. Suddenly a shriek came from Pamela, who was minded not to be treated so rudely. But she was promptly placed on all fours, with the assistance of another gallant, whilst her
