to find that her cherry had already been popped.
Made femininely aware now of how she should conduct herself in such naughty circumstances, Miranda made play at first to struggle a little, which duly excited the old boy to such a pitch that, opening wide her pretty thighs, he rammed himself into her tight grotto without more ado and began pounding his pestle with considerable vigour.
Kitty herself might have been fretful at the sight of this new contestant for her uncle's favours, had she not been similarly engaged with the very gentleman who had corked her bottom in the woods. On this occasion he contented himself with needling her notch, so to speak, and found the clamping of its pouting lips of the most ardent nature as he squeezed back and forth in her sweet slit and brought her to come more than once before she finally received the warm gushing of his libation.
By then, of course, the heating of poor Agnes's bottom had been well and truly concluded with the result that she had the first of several waiting penises in her fundament-a pleasure to which Pamela decided to leave her, having as she felt sufficiently humbled her for the occasion and being (it must be confessed) a trifle overexcited by the magnificent orgy that was proceeding around her…
Casting all cares to the winds, and convinced in any event that the whole night was but a dream, Edmund had laid one of his ladies upon the other on a pile of cushions and-inserting his cock in the pussy of the uppermost while working himself back and forth on the delicious cushions of her bottom-brought the pair to act like cooing doves with their tongues ever busy within each other's mouth.
'Twas then in fact that Pamela espied what otherwise might have been the rape of Miranda, had not the saucy girl been breached the night before. Complimenting himself no end on his prowess, Sir Josiah was in that moment pumping his sperm within her to the exceeding pleasure of both.
Sir Richard, not inactive, had already fucked one of the ladies in full sight of his spouse, whose cries of pleasure rose above all. The first to reach the end of his course, Mountjoy had already spouted in her, somewhat to her dismay, for she had wanted to feel the injections of both at once. Resting her panting form upon him, she did her best to engage his cock in her slit still while waggling her well-corked bottom amourously for the other.
In a trice, her nephew had obliged and such was the excess of his pleasure as his throbbing prick loosed its essence in her bottom that he slewed her face about and brought her face to his. Intruding her tongue within his mouth for the first time, Lady Bromley therewith became conscious of the identity of the lusty young male who was satisfying her so deeply.
“P… p… pump me, Rupert!” she nevertheless implored him, and he, being more than so willing to do so, hugged her hips with delight and veritably filled her to the brim, withdrawing finally with a “Plop!” which brought warm trickles of sperm to emerge from her nether route and run down the backs of her thighs, there to settle in bubbling rills around the tops of her stockings.
Misty-eyed, Edmund gazed upon the astonishing scenes while giving his all to each of the ladies beneath him in turn, he having found it possible to slip out by one route and in by another so that all three received more than a little satisfaction.
Maintaining all her discretion despite her warmly aroused state, and well pleased that all should have turned out so well, Pamela absented herself quietly upstairs. By then Helen had been upturned over the rolled arm of a sofa, her bottom amourously working to the loins of her Papa, who naturally believed her to be Pamela, for the sly maiden said naught in receiving what she now considered to be one of her natural benefits in life. Working the well- furred mouth of her cunny back and forth on the doughty cock and keeping her face well hid in a cushion, Helen answered the passionate words in her ears with only assenting murmurs, for she, too, had come already to understand that discretion was the better part of pleasure and that a stiff cock taken was a joy both given and received.
All was for the best in all possible worlds, Pamela told herself as she ascended, though she had never read Voltaire. At the best she had shown herself to be the only modest female of the company, and none would be able to deny that, save, perhaps, for Agnes. For, as has been said, ideas of immorality did not enter into Pamela's simple thoughts. Provided none were ill-treated, they might all take pleasure in what they did and none would be the worse for it.
So, with her mind well settled on all such matters, Pamela slept the sleep of the just and cared not a jot what further might happen downstairs that night.
Chapter sixteen
Discovering that she had enjoyed herself no wit less than if she had arranged all matters herself, Lady Bromley turned upon a different tack in order to rid herself of Pamela, whom she saw not so much as meddlesome as a menace. For it was perfectly obvious after the lubricious scenes in which both she and her husband had taken part, that Sir Richard had now developed a decided taste for younger females.
This, of course, is often the case with gentlemen of middle years, and Lady Bromley decided to work upon it. The pair cohabited but little, yet the good dame saw no reason why she should not put a little sauce in their bed, and that by the name of Mary Waterhouse, with whom we have so far made only brief acquaintance.
This little angel, if such she can be called, was, as is known, the offspring of Lady Waterhouse and had already been warmly fondled by Captain Dancer and Belinda in concert whilst-unknown to them-she had also been put through preliminary trials by her uncle, though without final effect. Lady Waterhouse herself having come upon the flushed pair, and knowing her brother Roger all too well, had virtually led him upstairs by his cock to conclude his business with her instead.
Thus was the cherubic Mary left somewhat abandoned and frustrated, particularly as she had surreptitiously spied upon what had followed in her dear Mama's boudoir, where otherwise a state of grass widowhood reigned. When then the nice Lady Bromley invited Mary and her mother for a weekend, the daughter was as pleased to accept as the mother. Not being able to invite Mary without her Mama, Belinda Bromley decided upon a ruse whereby maternal suspicions could be stilled while Mary was installed between herself and Richard.
Not having encountered the young charmer in question, Sir Richard was not unpleased to receive a glowing description of her from his wife and of the pleasures that would undoubtedly follow if she could but be bedded. Indeed, so taken was he with the idea that he quite failed to mention it to Pamela, despite his promise that she would know all that was going on. Perhaps he thought she might be jealous. Whatever the cause, he kept his counsel. And so it transpired that Lady Waterhouse and Mary arrived one Friday evening, to the surprise of Pamela, who suspected that something was afoot.
No one could deny the claims to beauty of either of the visitors and, since they were unaccompanied by Lord Waterhouse-who appropriately enough was then taking the waters in Bath-Pamela gave herself up to some pensive thoughts.
Lavender Waterhouse had just attained her thirty-ninth year, but was no less attractive for that. The firmness of her form, her bewitching eyes, and the general embonpoint of her curves gave even the impression of fewer years. As for her offspring, who shortly would attain her sixteenth year, she was as perfect a pet as ever Fragonard or Watteau might have painted. Delicious indeed was the chubby roundness of her bottom and the melons of her breasts whose snow-white surfaces were adorned by rosebud nipples. Neither tall nor short, she was, in a phrase, a little Venus and by now not entirely unconscious of the fact. Had her Uncle Roger but rogered her, and her Mama not interrupted the proceedings, she might have come even better prepared for the delights that awaited her.
Having observed and measured up both during dinner, Pamela decided that there was definitely something afoot. Not failing to notice the gleam in Sir Richard's eyes whenever he cast them upon Mary, Pamela noticed also that he was not averse to measuring the more mature charms of her mother. Of course, Pamela knew nothing of that lady's recent descent into sin and might have hesitated in her future acts if she had done so, knowing well how the lubricious nature of the female could be stirred by such acts.
So it happened that evening-in her comparative state of innocence-that Pamela was all agog to hear a whispered conversation between her employers, from which she deduced that Lady Waterhouse was to have a sleeping draught put into her coffee, whereafter the deed of seduction would be able to proceed without fear of interruption.
Not unnaturally our heroine's ire rose at this, for while she did not object to Mary receiving an injection from
