“Indeed, yes,” answered Harry, who saw well enough that their cottage might then no longer be such a haven of lust as both had been wont to enjoy. Moreover, he had many a time been minded to join the Sapphic revels and turn them to his own advantage, and had suffered much frustration from being forever barred from Patricia's boudoir while many heavenly moans and cries sounded from within.
“Make haste, then-remember she may cry and struggle, for she told me that she would, but yet has a longing for it greater than you can imagine. Grip her tightly and enter quickly. Her pretended resistance will soon then cease. Her bottom is truly well moistened for the fray,” enjoined the artful Miss, whose urgings could no longer be overcome. “Make quiet upon the stairs-I shall follow,” Pamela hissed.
“Indeed! What a treasure you are! What a day we shall have of it!” chortled Harry, who could scarce believe his luck, so long had he yearned for such a moment when his cock might entertain two at once. Thereupon, with Pamela three steps behind him, he ascended with all quietness, knowing well enough which stair creaked and which did not. Expecting Pamela to follow him completely, he entered the perfumed boudoir whose air was by then redolent with female scents of desire.
Patricia lay upon her belly musing at the fortunes of the morning and squeezing her bottom cheeks occasionally in fonder membrance of Pamela's tongue-a movement of some voluptuous invitation which Harry took to be the perfect assent to all he had heard. Not infrequently a maiden struggled briefly in his arms, and he was well accustomed to containing them until his quietening shaft was well buried.
Mindful of Pamela's injunctions, he cast himself like a bolt of lightning upon his sister's recumbent form, his lusty loins meeting the luring curve of her bottom with a loud smacking noise that was accompanied also by a shriek from Patricia. Instinctively she endeavoured to rise and cast him off, though the very movement served his purpose well. Thrusting her pretty face well down into the pillow, Harry maneuvered his glowing knob without ado between the adorable cheeks of her ripe bottom and eased it blissfully within the puckered rim where Pamela's saliva still lingered.
“Harry, no! Oh, you monster, you vagabond! Take it out! How dare you! Aaaah! Oh, no! No, you must not-I forbid it. Harry! I f…f…f… OOOOOH! Oh, it is too big! No!”
Such eyes as espied them through the doorway glowed. Pamela could not indeed desist from coyly fingering her cunny as the doughty rod passed slowly between the arrogant cheeks of Patricia's bottom while her hips were now clasped as if by iron bands in her brother's grip.
“M… M… M… Mama!” Patricia shrieked, quite beside herself at the wicked invasion. “Oh! I shall tell, Mama! Harry-stop!”
His throbbing tool now three-quarters ensconced in her warm, sleek bottom hole, Harry screwed up his eyes with bliss, though he could not help but let a chuckle escape him at the thought of Patricia's confessing all their lewd deeds. The fact that she dared not merely impelled his lusting vigour so that with a final grunting movement, he rammed the whole of his flaming charger within his sister's bottom and so contained her struggles to perfection. Thereupon, after a moment of stillness broken only by Patricia's helpless cries, he sensed some tiny assenting movement of the rapturous sphere of her bottom which was pressed so tightly into his belly.
“My love, my desire!” he murmured fondly and bending full over her commenced to fondle and weigh her dangling tits, finding her nipples so full hard that he was no longer in doubt about her secret enjoyment of the unwonted bout.
For her part, Patricia succumbed to her fate more readily than she would have believed. The titillations of Pamela's tongue had merely served to prepare the dish for the oven, so to speak, and the long, thick throbbing of Harry's fine prick in her bottom stirred her lascivious temperament. Even so, burying her blushing face in her pillow, she murmured in disguise of her rising excitement that it was a most wicked thing to do to her.
“Such it is, my pet, and the greater enjoyment we shall thus have of it. Come, make no pretence, for I intend to cork you properly,” rejoiced Harry, who in the passion of the moment had quite forgotten Pamela. That maiden, however, had not forgotten herself and was half-minded to join in their transports. Yet she sensed that to make herself an open accomplice left her less an ally than a victim and so-tiptoeing about whilst the passionate bout commenced in earnest-she quickly recovered her clothes and fled downstairs with them, not forgetting to lock the door upon the pair as she did.
“Oh, H… H… Harry!” came a moan through the door as she did, though whether it was in lamentation at her departure or was merely to celebrate in sound the lascivious pleasure that Patricia was by then clearly enjoying, Pamela neither knew nor cared. They would have a fine time of it to get out of the room in any event, she pondered with some pleasure.
Thus the artful maiden rode back to the manor, discussing with herself as she did the ease with which such events could be toned about, provided that all partners were sufficiently randy to take such opportunities as accosted them. Being of a kindly nature always, she knew well enough that Patricia would but benefit from the affair and no doubt would have her delectable cunny breached also ere the day were out. Thereafter, Pamela told herself with some satisfaction, Harry would be able to let himself down from the window by sheets and so release them both.
As to Lady Bromley, all would have to find some means to explain their absence; but since she herself could ever put an innocent face upon it, so could Patricia and Harry.
Meanwhile, she must find out what Helen and Miranda had been about.
Chapter thirteen
Alas for Pamela's intentions, the artful quarry which was the subject of the hunt had wheeled about and so thereupon had the merry riders. Scarce had Pamela proceeded half a mile than a loud “Halloa!” came to her ears and past her rushed the red-brown fox in such a scurry that she felt truly sorry for the poor hunted animal.
Perceiving it going in the direction of the manor, she watched its course and then wheeled her steed about as the leading huntsmen raced across the meadows and reached her, their bright red jackets flying open in the breeze.
“Whence did the rascally animal go?” demanded Sir Josiah Spinks who led the race and wondered how on earth Pamela had got where she was. Waving his crop, he looked all about him, but fortunately could espy nothing.
“Ah, sir, I saw it clearly-it wheeled that way, toward the copse,” Pamela replied, indicating in the kindness of her heart quite a different direction from that which the fox had taken. She pointed toward a clump of trees upon rising ground as she spoke, and thereto Sir Josiah turned his attention, though having been rather distracted by the pretty figure this young lady presented. He had not had opportunity to study her before.
Lest there be any noble male or female followers of the sport whose eyes cast themselves upon these pages, it should be explained that no hounds accompanied such occasions as Lady Bromley organised. This was not because the lady was more sporting at heart, but solely for the reason that she had found the yapping brutes a decided nuisance when wending her followers to a quite different form of activity. Hence rarely was a fox ever encountered within fifty yards of these meets, but rather were the females herded in the direction most suited to licentious occasions.
None, however, were novices, lest Sir Josiah's niece, Kitty, could be called such, for she was the next youngest in the party to Pamela and as pretty as a Dresden doll. Indeed, coming upon the pair at a gallop now, she cast a fretful eye upon Pamela, who had given Sir Josiah her very sweetest smile in persuading him where the fox was gone. For Kitty was in much hope of acquiring some small fortune from her uncle's will in due course and was not minded to brook any rivals. True, the old boy had only kissed her and fondled her a little so far, but she quite believed she had become his darling and was minded to keep that post amid jealous jostlings from other of her cousins.