had a prick in her bottom and had never entertained the thought, nor was she minded to-being quick at thought- until at least a diamond necklace adorned her neck.
Alas for her artfulness, all being at pillage, she had no sooner been dismounted than other hot and eager eyes were upon her wantonly uncovered form. Having performed such deed as he had done, and being in that moment somewhat weakened of his powers, her uncle could do no more than watch as his niece was turned over upon her knees and a fine upstanding cock presented to her nether cheeks.
Such ensuing wails as issued from pretty Kitty's throat were such as Lady Bromley had expected Pamela to utter. Somewhat to her dismay, however, that young lady had received all with considerable aplomb, not to say satisfaction, and it was now to squealing Kitty that all eyes turned as the rosebud of her bottom was slowly breached. Pegged to the full, at last, she sobbed and beseeched while all about her as could move applauded. Not a one of the ladies was not given to all varieties of the sport and a maiden bottom cleft was ever a fair sight.
Thus Kitty's sobbing wails rose unheeded until, as all knew would transpire, the pleasure of the manly piston took her and her moans became those of pleasure rather than of assault. Indeed, a hushed silence fell over the lewd throng who rested from their own endeavours to watch the sturdy cock ease back and forth between her tight cheeks until-speeding its endeavours and with many a loud smacking sound of Kitty's bottom against her assailant's belly-the spouts of come were loosed within their tight, warm haven, causing both partners to quiver with bliss.
In such wise was sweet Kitty completely undone, for ere the afternoon was out and lulled by wine and artful compliments she acceded further to the pleasure of her uncle and lent her bottom to his will whether he gave her necklace or ring or not.
Not until the hour of five struck from some distant steeple did the assembled ladies repair their disorder, being assisted upon their horses by gentlemen as happily weary as they. A little piqued with Pamela, Lady Bromley said nothing to her en route. It was as well, since Pamela could make her way indoors to seek her charges without interference from her ladyship, who immediately went to her room and called for champagne.
Chapter fourteen
Riotous as the day outside had been, within the walls of the manor it had been little less adventurous, as Pamela was later to discover when all was wheedled out. Suffice to say that Sir Richard could not refrain from desiring to exercise his cock in Helen's receptive dell, and that on seeking her in the privacy of her room, he found to his delight that she appeared to have prepared for the event.
In truth, as she declared (though it was nothing of the sort), she had been but trying on a new corselette when her fond Papa entered. The rose-pink trifle, adorned with little frills of cream lace, was so brief by nature that it covered her but halfway to her breasts and made but to peek at her navel where the lace fringe hung. Thus below all lay revealed from her creamy thighs-artfully banded by the tops of patterned stockings-to the fair bush which laid its trim triangle between them.
Coy gasps issued from her at his entrance. Wearing neither drawers nor anything else save a fetching pair of boots whose shiny surfaces equally attracted his eyes, Helen made as if to cover her Venus mount, but her slim wrist was quickly swept aside.
“My love, let me feel again your bottom, your thighs, your adorable honeypot,” he breathed.
Seeming half to swoon, the nubile maiden pressed both belly and mount to the front of his breeches, thereby assuring herself that his prick was already at full stand.
“We d… d… durst not again!” stuttered Helen, while being swiftly borne back to her bed where she fell with a soft cry and readily parted thighs. Some frail form of defence was surely needed to give extra spice to the situation, as Helen well suspected. However, her defence was brief, for soon enough he was upon her, breeches down, and with the rubicund head of his cock seeking entrance between the pursed lips of her slit.
To this assault, Helen timourously assented-or so at least she made play of coyly doing-and with a fervent wriggle of her warm round bottom soon had his cock surely lodged within. Jolting the bed not a little, and having her over the edge of it in what he considered a prime position, Sir Richard pressed his balls in close to the underswell of her bottom and pecked at her ardent lips.
Sliding her pointed tongue within his mouth, Helen decided that pretence was no longer the order of the day. The sensations she was being accorded were too rapturous for dissimulation.
“Oh! is it not nice, Papa! Work it in and out, for you send me to heaven.”
“Exquisite, my pet. Draw your legs up about my waist. Ah, yes, tighten them so. Let me unlace you so that I may caress your breasts. How firmly your nipples stand!”
“You excite them so, naughty Papa. Oh! How deliciously you work it in and out. Your cock, is it not called? Do not come yet, for I want to feel every inch of it. Do you not love to fuck me now?” asked Helen, whose risen passion was loosening her tongue more and more.
“You are the t… tightest, sw… sweetest fuck I ever had, my pet,” declared her sire gallantly. Breathing heavily, he began to ram her in earnest while her bottom bounced upon his cupping hands and their lascivious tongues worked ever faster each around the other's. Thus, giving themselves up completely to the incestuous bout, neither gave thought to the fact that in his amourous haste the fond knight had quite forgotten to lock the door.
But at this point it is needful to return to Pamela, who but twenty minutes later tripped in all innocence up the wide, curving staircase. That Helen had been successfully injected she doubted not, though when that event might have occurred she was not positive and merely hoped, as has been explained, to protect that young lady from a first rude assault by the Captain.
First she hied herself to the room of Helen, who had barely recovered from two successive bouts and lay curled up on her bed somewhat drowsily with her stockings wrinkled. Sir Richard, having heard the clattering arrival of the horses in the courtyard below, had rapidly absented himself and was in course of repairing his own disorder. Helen did not stir as Pamela went quietly in. Quite in the land of dreams, she lay with her thighs apart, a pretty flush upon her face and her lovely curves roseate with health and satisfaction.
Tiptoeing to the bed so as not to awaken her, Pamela gazed with kindly pleasure upon what she saw. The erected peaks of Helen's nipples, the sultry look of satiation around her slightly parted lips, and glistening drops of the male essence adorning her pubic curls told all.
Not being minded to disturb her, Pamela retreated quietly and moved along the corridor to Miranda's room. There she hopefully expected to find that particular little treasure reading some instructive volume or lending her fingers perhaps to needlework. Instead, to her astonishment, Miranda lay clad only in a short chemise, her knees drawn up and her patently glowing bottom presented to her young governess's view.
Petulantly sobbing, she rolled over toward Pamela.
“Oh, and what is this?” demanded Pamela, who knew well enough the signs of the birch when she saw them, for Miranda's chubby cheeks were streaked by the burnishing of the soft twigs.
“B… b… b…” bubbled Miranda and cast herself into the comforting arms of Pamela, who came down beside her.
“And who has been naughty?” Pamela demanded gently. She was beginning to understand that the manor had not been one of total calm during her absence.
“Oh, P… P… Pamela, I w… went to Helen's r… room just to borrow something and oh!”
Pamela's heart beat a trifle faster, for she scarce needed to be told what Miranda had discovered. Coming upon the licentious scene as she had, Miranda had been accorded a brief but lively birching by her Papa for “peeping,” and since his cock was all a-waggle at the time, some rather merry scenes had ensued. Miranda, having her bottom well warmed, had been sufficiently aroused to have desired also to receive the fruits of Sir Richard's endeavours, but Helen-affecting jealousy-had packed her off to her room and bid her fiercely not to unveil their secrets.
“Indeed, that is so, Miranda,” Pamela assured her fervently and went on to explain that all such matters were secret and must not be divulged-save perhaps to herself, she added promptly. However, finding that her charge remained unmollified, Pamela took herself without further ado to Sir Richard's room and there lectured him quietly but sternly on his duties.
