skirts were tossed up to her hips. This causing her bottom, thighs, and all to be bared, a general sigh of admiration sounded along the trees for the white orb of her bottom looked particularly luscious in the dappled sunlight which filtered through the leaves.
Quite vexed but not entirely unexcited that she should be made queen of the occasion, Pamela decided not to shriek anew, but instead hid her face in her hands and adjusted herself by a slight movement of her hips to whatever might follow. Delighted at her acquiescence-though Lady Bromley herself was a little put out that her guests were not to enjoy a merry struggle-the gallant who had first held her shoulders now downed his breeches and presented his well-standing cock to her lips.
Pamela had but to uncover her face at his gentle nudge and thus had the closest possible view of the rubicund head that glowed in waiting before her. Not without a gesture of simple courtesy did the amourous gentleman lift her chin and, by gently pinching her nose, so caused her lips to part that he was able to insert his weapon between her pretty lips.
A petulant hiss came from Pamela's nostrils as the sturdy, fleshy shaft intruded into her mouth a full four inches and slid over her tongue. But the sound she emitted, being one of faint surprise, was occasioned also by the fact that the Captain, positioning himself in her rear, had upped her delightful bottom slightly wherewith to ease his cock in turn into her nest. Thus assailed at both ends, Pamela uttered a not disagreeable choking cry and absorbed both inch by inch until her warm posterior nestled firmly into the Captain's belly and her mouth somewhat miraculously-as she thought- absorbed another two inches of the other cock.
Lady Bromley's eyes literally glowed at the lewd spectacle. Her own skirts already being raised, she presented herself on her back with her stockinged legs indelicately raised in the air and her cuntlips gaping for the first prick that should assail it.
Being of a neat turn of mind, the Lady Belinda had so arranged matters that the number of gentlemen exceeded by four the number of ladies. Thus it followed that of occasion the shapely “mares” could be put to two stallions at once, as Pamela had already discovered. Succulent as her cunny and mouth were-having been appropriately pleasured but an hour ere this-she was affording both her fervent steeds exquisite pleasure. While one moved out of her slit, the other moved in between her lips and thus a perfect rhythm was commenced as both stiff cocks were oiled by her juices and her saliva. Smacking her pert bottom back and forth, she began to enjoy herself no end, though not forgetting an occasional fretful wriggle as if to demonstrate that she was being forced to the occasion.
Murmuring pleasurably and whilst keeping her eyes upon the trio in order to further excite her own senses, Lady Bromley was not slow in receiving her own first salute. Well rodded as her cunny was, it had lost none of its elasticity as the Right Honourable Dick Mountjoy found when he cast himself with glee between her plump thighs. One of her many followers, he had oft given her his cock before and found her generous body ever to his taste. With a distinct squishing sound, he entered his rearing tool in the moist, warm grotto and commenced working his buttocks with gusto.
Indeed, all around the sward such scenes were being repeated, some ladies upping their naked bottoms eagerly while others settled for the missionary position and couched themselves wide-thighed to receive their swains. Even before they were entered, their cunnies already pulsed with pleasure, for Lady Bromley and her companions had early discovered that a gentle jolting upon a leather saddle soon warmed and made ready the female lovepot and its attendant orifice in the most voluptuous manner.
Sweet Kitty was by then also experiencing a pleasurable sensation between her thighs, for in cuddling against her uncle and so coyly presenting her back to the lewd sights around them, her docile fingers had already-and quite by chance, naturally-come into contact with the throbbing eminence of flesh which reared its hopeful head between them.
No sooner had he felt the passing touch than Sir Josiah, his senses all a-swim, dared to grope up her skirts, laying bare her white-stockinged legs and the smooth girlhood of her curves right up to her navel. Thus obtaining his first glimpse of her furry honeypot which the up-and-down motions of her riding had pleasantly moistened, he made hypocritical pretence of trying to cover her again while smothering her face with kisses.
Pretty Kitty knew exactly of course what was going on behind her. Amourous activities not being infrequent in the large country houses where the devil afforded seeking hands much work to do, she had already been much fondled, coddled, and even had had her pussy several times surreptitiously juiced while her fond Mama had thought her employed in needlework in her room. Thus Kitty had learned how to thread the needle, and the longer and thicker it was, the better she enjoyed it.
Now prey to the ever more passionate kisses of her uncle, she tossed and sighed, expressing all sorts of pretty, wondering sighs as his finger fondled her pussy. Being of an artful nature, she attempted not to clasp his manly tool, however, until he drew her fingers around it.
“Oh Uncle, what is it?” she gasped, ensuring that her warm fingers held the throbbing rod in a manner to please him.
Casting her then on her back and throwing up her clothes with new abandon, Sir Josiah spread her legs without ado and gazed down with fond passion at the glistening slit her pussy curls enfolded. Sticking up from his belly now that her hand had abandoned it, his cock appeared to present quite a menace to her, for she gasped and heaved her white belly in a manner of apparent terror though in reality it was but to attract him to the deed.
“We are about to fuck, my pet, to juice your adorable little slit-see! as all are now doing!” he declared. Even while Kitty appeared to gaze in surprised horror at what was about them, his fiery crest was nosed between the poutings lips of her slit and driven up within.
Kitty received the swollen shaft with a low squeal, for if he thought himself to be the first upon her, she was sure that she would eventually benefit more thereby. And so a sweet struggle ensued which with every jerking of her bottom but ensured that her stallion was ever more firmly sheathed.
“Oh, no, how wicked! Take it out!” she panted and would have squeezed tears into her eyes were it not for the undoubted pleasure she was receiving.
“Disobey me not, my love-open your legs wider, work your pretty bottom, for I am but almost all in you,” panted the ardent Sir Josiah, whose stiff cock was so rightly clenched that he almost came thereupon.
Gasping and heaving as if she would dismount him, Kitty uttered many a pleading squeak, the more thereby to excite him as she knew it would. Her cunny was warm and soft, and by now she held it all within her and was minded not to lose it until he had expended all his manly essence.
“Oh, you are making me! How big it is!” she breathed.
“Do you not like it?”
“Oh, yes! I should not, though. Ah, how you are basting me with it. Ooooh! Aaaaah!”
Belly to belly, the pair thus heaved their pleasure whilst all around them sounded cries and groans of bliss. Lying now on her side, Lady Bromley presented her ample fundament to another swain whilst that which had been entertaining her slipped from her well-spermed slit. A grunt, a gasp, and her new assailant was lodged deep between the fat cheeks of her bottom in the same moment that the spouting cocks which Pamela was in course of receiving fore and aft loosed their jets of come within her mouth and in her cunny.
Rolling her eyes and wriggling her bottom in a most unladylike manner, she urged the Captain by her fevered movements into releasing the last fine spurts of sperm even as the wet knob of the other slipped from her mouth. No sooner, however had the pair of swains lain temporarily exhausted than a third-taking fine opportunity of her well-raised bottom-took his place and seized her hips, according her as fine a salute in her bottom as Lady Bromley was in process of receiving.
For her part, Kitty had entered well into the throes of being fucked and with raised legs and wanton murmurs was urging on her uncle while hotly breathing in his ear that she would not tell her Mama provided he were thenceforth kind to her.
“For every fuck I shall buy you a diamond ring,” panted the improvident Sir Josiah, who was nearing the end of his course and could feel the delicious bubbling of sperm in his balls.
“Oh, how nice!” responded Kitty, who fully intended that he should give her much more than that. “You shall fuck me often-for that indeed is what you have said it is called-and may do it upon my bed when Mama thinks I am doing needlework. Oh! Your naughty finger-it is in my bottom!”
“Where my prick shall also go ere we depart, my pet,” her uncle panted. Feeling her stockinged legs coil tighter around him, he screwed his eyes up, releasing the long jets of his glutinaceous essence with infinite bliss. Squeezing the interior of her cunny artfully, Kitty made sure that she received every drop. Until this day she had not
