grotto.
“Delicious witch!” he muttered whilst Mary, supine and wriggling under him with her stockinged thighs couched beneath his own, could no longer hide her eager reception of another cock and began to work her bottom while mewing softly into his mouth.
“Spread your legs wider and lift them that I might get it right in! Oh, how deliriously tight you are, my pet!” groaned her uncle, whose prick was being squeezed as if by a gripping hand. For a long moment of not unpleasurable delay, he felt he could go no farther until Mary-relaxing of a sudden her vaginal muscles-felt him slip right in and moaned with pleasure.
“OOOOH!” she quavered. Grinding the curls of her pubic hairs up to his, she coiled her legs about his loins and dug her fingers into his buttocks, for the feeling was quite exquisite.
“I am teaching you to fuck, my pet. Do you like it?” groaned her delighted relative, who thought himself truly the first cock of the walk with her.
“Mmmmmm!” she answered breathlessly, not having expected after the awful events of the morning to be assailed again for a long time.
Roger was entranced to find his amourous little victim, as he thought her, so receptive. Pumping her gently with long strokes that made her bottom bounce merrily, he covered all in sight with kisses-her fluttering eyelids, her cheeks, her rosebud Lips, her neck, and her divine bubbies. Withdrawing his steaming pestle, he ordered her to turn and so place herself on hands and knees that she was presented in a different wise to his cock.
Having perchance already experienced such a wicked variation during the heated proceedings of the night, Mary dutifully obeyed and presented her warm little rump to his pleasure. Thereupon, taking her hips in what he deemed to be a masterful grip, Roger slewed his glistening penis within once more while bending over his pretty prey to cup her ardent tits.
“F… f… f…!” stuttered Mary who knew not whether to dare to say “fuck” or “faster,” for although her vocabulary had been much enlarged in the preceding hours, yet she wished herself not to be thought too wanton.
“Rotate your bottom, my love, for you will then have greater pleasure of it,” groaned her uncle, who delighted in feeling her warm pert cheeks so moving against him. The sperm was already bubbling in his stem, but by great effort he made to delay the exquisite moment as the silky walls of her inviting interior sleeked back and forth on his embedded prick.
For her part, Mary had already come thrice and was so swimming in pleasure that she would have begged for his libation, had she dared, though perhaps being not considered to know such a thing, she kept her counsel.
Smack, smack, went her chubby rear again and again against his belly which was muscular and firm enough since Roger was five years younger than his sister and possessed a penis of considerable virility, as was to be proven that day.
Let us return, however, to the nearby boudoir, where the sportive trio lay all in a delicious huddle, for Lavender by now had received her unexpected due. Her pussy swam agreeably in sperm, and Rupert lay between the pair, receiving amourous appraisal of his cock and balls while, encircling both with his arms, he fondled their tits. By then, of course, Pamela had politely effected the necessary introductions of a more formal nature since neither Rupert nor his voluptuous mount had met before.
That they should do so in such circumstances intrigued and pleased Lavender, who had long nurtured a fantasy to be rodded in such a moment by an unknown. The three therefore exchanged such compliments as fitted the occasion, whilst Rupert literally drooled over such a pair of Venuses whose pussies were tight and velvety and plumply moulded and appeared to beseech his fingers more and more as they lay with their legs apart.
Indeed, being aroused to such a lecherous mood all three discussed all possible modes and manners of doing it. Lavender, who had lived a comparatively sheltered life (which she was beginning to regret) and had never seen a lively pair copulating, desired to do so now, whereat Pamela declared herself willing, their caresses having by then aroused Rupert to renewed expectancy.
Before the pretty deed took place, however, Lavender was minded to ensure that her offspring was obeying her wishes and so, casting but a light robe around her shoulders, she slipped quickly out, bidding the pair with a merry wag of her finger not to commence until she had returned.
Judge therefore the comely lady's extreme astonishment when, quietly opening the door where Mary lay, the full evidence came to Lavender's gaze that the minx was not lying alone. In that very moment Roger was about to expel the jets of his essence and would have done so if a short screech and a startled jerk of Mary's upraised bottom had not frozen him into immobility.
Mary's cry was one of total dismay that such a thing could happen to her twice. That which emitted itself from Lavender's mouth was one of disbelief for, uncorking his throbbing tool, Roger duly presented it to her eyes with as much astonishment as she herself viewed it. Notwithstanding that in a careless moment she had recently entertained it herself, Lavender's cry of dismay reached the ears of Pamela, who-thinking rogues or ruffians had burst into the house-rushed to her side, there to view in turn the spectacle of the naked pair, though she herself was totally unclothed and Lavender's open robe in turn revealed most if not all of her desirable territory.
“Ah! you rogue!” Lavender shrieked at her hapless brother and would apparently have assaulted him had not dear Pamela stepped between, whilst Mary sobbed and hid her face, having not the wherewithal to do the same for her uncovered charms.
“Hush! The servants!” Pamela declared, for already an enquiring commotion was apparent downstairs. Lavender was forced to recover herself. “I shall dress,” she announced in stately fashion, being thankful that Roger could not follow her or he would have discovered Rupert.
“Indeed, we must all do so,” said Pamela in the most practical terms. “I propose that we meet this crisis in civilised fashion.”
“Oh, I could never do that!” Lavender sobbed, entering her room whilst Rupert was sheepishly clambering out from beneath the bed-he having believed that Sir Richard at the least might have returned.
“Nonsense-you shall and you must,” ordained Pamela, who delighted, as we know, in taking charge of such untoward situations and manipulating them as she thought best. One must not be a hypocrite, she advised Lavender quietly whilst Rupert dressed and slipped downstairs.
“P… p… perhaps not,” averred Lavender, who was quite put out that she had not seen what she wanted to but had instead seen what she had not wanted to. “Wh… wh… what is to be done?” she asked, having found herself in the past hours thrown into a veritable turmoil of wicked activities.
“I shall call for tea,” replied Pamela in her best practical manner. Dressing more quickly than her companion, she hastened first to Mary's room, where the flushed pair had finished arraying themselves and were somewhat sheepishly herded downstairs. There, Rupert quite intelligently sprang up and greeted them as if he had just arrived. Lavender, descending in a few minutes, could say nothing immediately, for a maid was then serving tea and biscuits, and all seemed outwardly calm and settled as it should in domestic circumstances. Once the servant had departed, Lavender felt as if her lips were glued, for having unexpectedly presented herself all but naked in company with an even more uncovered Pamela, she no longer knew how to start.
Not being at such a disadvantage-having perhaps had much more practise-Pamela stirred her tea sedately and asked politely as if nothing whatever had happened, “Shall you return home today, Lady Waterhouse?”
Quite bemused by the question, that lady nodded, whilst Mary sat quiet as a mouse and Roger stared at the carpet. “I believe indeed we shall,” she summoned up her voice to say at last, being foolishly relieved at the very ordinariness of the question.
“Then I shall summon carriages,” declared Pamela, who had quickly made up her mind what was to be done and how things were best to be mended. Having so ordained, she made skilful and neat arrangements to place herself in one carriage with Mary and Rupert whilst Lavender and Roger were guided to another. The coachmen, being discreetly instructed not to proceed too quickly, urged their horses into a gentle trot whilst, in the first coach, Lavender wrung her hands and released at last her emotions.
“Oh Roger, how could you!”
“'Twas but the slip of a moment, my pet. Can you not forgive me?” enjoined her brother, whose cock remained unsatisfied from his bout. A curious silence settled between them, then, and Lavender's bottom stirred uneasily-or, it might be thought, fretfully-to the swaying of the seat beneath her.
“How beautiful you both looked naked,” Roger said quietly, for his inquisitiveness was great, and 'twas this that Lavender feared.
