and wondered whether it had all been worth it.
Her ladyship surveyed Pamela with some interest and patted the brocaded silk of the sofa beside her.
“Come sit with me,” she coaxed.
Innocent-eyed as she made herself appear, Pamela did so and felt an arm slip around her shoulder.
“I'm sure you have secrets, my dear, and quite nice ones,” purred Lavender Waterhouse, who, like her husband, was quite taken with the girl.
“I? Oh, no!”
“Nonsense. I read exciting little secrets in your eyes. Come, look at me,” she invited softly.
Whereupon, turning her face, Pamela was intrigued to find her mouth deliciously kissed, whilst an errant hand passed searchingly over the firm globes of her breasts. Parting her lips delicately, Pamela surrendered to the embrace, wondering just how far it would go. Her gown being but of light merino, her nipples soon announced their pleasure by pressing themselves perkily against the fingertips of Lavender, who found herself quite distracted. She had intended merely to excite the girl and thereby extract from her what she knew about the night's events, but instead a quivering of passion seized the lady and Pamela found herself borne back upon the sofa.
“The s… s… servants!” she stammered even as a questing tongue sidled into her mouth and she felt her skirts being lifted.
“We will go upstairs,” murmured Lavender, who was never lost for words or ideas and remained cool in most situations except when her passion was overheated.
Rather misty-eyed, Pamela allowed herself to be duly led up while Lavender, knowing not of her licentious adventures, maintained a coaxing arm about her waist. Such adventures came infrequently to Lady Waterhouse, and she was determined to make the most of this one, little knowing by what fair chance she had fallen into the right hands. Assenting to all, as if overtaken by events, Pamela allowed herself to be disrobed and then watched her companion do the same.
It was years since Lavender Waterhouse had tongued a pussy as succulent as Pamela's and, laying the girl's legs immediately over her shoulders whilst she herself knelt by the bed, Lavender commenced indulging herself. Slowly up and down did her long tongue lap whilst, all in a quiver, Pamela spread her legs and grasped at the bedcover on either side of her.
“Do you like it?” Lavender asked quite unnecessarily in the middle of her endeavours. The pink interior of Pamela's velvety slit was already slippery with her juices and the girl's eyes rolled. A female tongue is ever more delicate and knowing than a man's, and Pamela had already twice trembled her way to Paradise during the lecherous caresses.
“OOOOH! I w… w… want to do the same to you,” enjoined Pamela, whereat swinging her about so that she lay full length on the bed, Lavender cast her firm body upon hers in such wise, head to feet, that their eager mouths both simultaneously engaged each other's pussy. Quite lost in the passion of their pleasure, and having the door securely closed, each was entirely lost to the world, which in one way was a pity and in another proved a benefit.
For it chanced that the manor was about to receive two visitors, the first being young Rupert, who hoped not only to see his fond aunt again, but also to breach her portals by whatever route might prove most convenient. If she were not there, the young rascal considered, he could perhaps joust either with Helen or Miranda, or even both.
Entering quietly and being advised that the family had departed for France, Rupert nevertheless decided to make himself at home and was quaffing a glass of wine when he learned of the inviting presence of those who we know were then upstairs. This news, perking his spirits up, decided him on a little exploration, wherewith he roamed about upstairs and chanced to lay his hand upon the knob of a door from behind which some most interesting sounds emerged.
Having been better schooled at the hunt ball than ever before, Rupert divined immediately that something very interesting was afoot and thereupon entered as quietly as he could. Faced as he was by a mirror, on first easing open the door, he then saw reflected in it a beauteous and astonishing sight that appeared to him like a risen moon, though of course the object of his immediate entrancement was Lavender's bottom which was poised and wriggling over Pamela's face.
The general posture of the naked pair and the soft slurping of their tongues in and without each other's cunny made for such an invitation as Rupert could not resist. Padding softly around the passion-blinded pair, he doffed his trousers without ado and climbed aboard.
A muffled shriek from both ladies announced their sudden consciousness of his presence, but by then all was at hazard, including the inviting slit of Lavender, within which Rupert's stiff prick slid whilst gliding at the same time over Pamela's tongue.
That young lady, not being amiss to entertain such a visitor-and believing perhaps that Lavender had planned the trio-thereupon obligingly licked his cock in its entering and lavishly dwelt around his balls which in a trice had settled themselves snugly under Lavender's impressive bottom.
Lady Waterhouse, duly astonished but not displeasured-though she knew not who her rider was- acceded to all by fervently kissing and licking Pamela's honeypot the more and working her hips back and forth in measured rhythm with young Rupert's efforts. He, entranced by the ripe smacking of her bottom cheeks against his belly and the inviting squeezing of her cunny, neither knew nor cared who she was, though he knew it not to be his aunt, for Lavender's form was more slender and indeed infinitely more entrancing. Moreover, both he and Lavender had Pamela's tongue to entertain them as well whilst his pestle pounded back and forth. Indeed, joyous in the extreme was the trio, for by bending over Lavender's gleaming back and ensconcing himself to the full in her exquisite grotto, he could caress both their tits at the same time by moving his hands back and forth between them.
Happily thus the bed jolted whilst yet another horseman reined his steed outside. Like his brother-in-law, Lord Waterhouse, Roger had heard of the visit of his sister and niece to the house and was minded to visit them. Finding no servants immediately about, he repaired himself to the upper rooms and tried the first door that came to hand.
By such chance as would have it, he came upon Mary, who was cuddled up fretfully in her chemise and stockings on the bed, having been told by her Mama that she was to stay in all day. Having her eyes closed and not hearing the entrance of her uncle, she made a great start when a hand fell upon her exposed bottom and she found herself gazing up into his eyes.
For his part, Roger had a feast to gaze upon. Having once before had her drawers down when Lavender had commanded him to spank the sweet girl, he was entranced to see her treasures so laid out before him. What delicious legs-what a bottom-what titties!
“Where is your Mama?” he asked, whereupon Mary giggled, for he was quite leaning over her and had laid his hand already upon her thigh.
“I know not, Uncle,” Mary breathed truthfully enough.
“Ah, then I have time to kiss you, have I not?” he enjoined and, before she could speak, had laid his lips on hers and artfully drawn up the hem of her chemise so that her belly and muff were exposed.
“Oh!” squeaked Mary and made to cover herself, but his hands were all about her and feebly as she tried to defend the shrouded bouquet of her pleasure his hand was quick between her thighs, there to caress the pouting slit whose little cavern had already tasted pleasure. Passing from there beneath, Roger's fingers enquired of the firm plump cheeks of her bottom where, without ado, he sought the little rosette in such a tickling manner that-as he intended-a hotly flushed Mary was forced to lift her hips to endeavour to escape the lewd caress.
Having been well and truly mounted the night before, the young maiden was not minded however to resist too long and soon found her fingers clasped about her uncle's manly tool.
“Take off your chemise, my pet,” Roger declared, it being ever his practise to command his females what to do. With freed and fiercely waggling cock, he then got up and closed the door whilst Mary, all of an eager fluster, shyly obeyed and lay back in her stockings to prepare yet again for the Priapic salute. Casting her arm coyly over her eyes, she heard the shuffle of clothing and in a trice received her uncle's naked form upon her.
“Oh!” she gasped for good effect as immediately her rosy nipples became prey to his lips.
“Rub my cock, you little minx,” said her uncle. “Have you not had one before?”
“Oh, no! Where do you put it and what will you do?” lisped the maiden who held herself very tight in preparation for the assault so that he might believe her yet a virgin still. Indeed, so well did she simulate what had passed the night before that Roger strained mightily before his sturdy cock was but half-embedded in her
