Pretty Kitty knew exactly of course what was going on behind her. Amourous activities not being infrequent in the large country houses where the devil afforded seeking hands much work to do, she had already been much fondled, coddled, and even had had her pussy several times surreptitiously juiced while her fond Mama had thought her employed in needlework in her room. Thus Kitty had learned how to thread the needle, and the longer and thicker it was, the better she enjoyed it.
Now prey to the ever more passionate kisses of her uncle, she tossed and sighed, expressing all sorts of pretty, wondering sighs as his finger fondled her pussy. Being of an artful nature, she attempted not to clasp his manly tool, however, until he drew her fingers around it.
“Oh Uncle, what is it?” she gasped, ensuring that her warm fingers held the throbbing rod in a manner to please him.
Casting her then on her back and throwing up her clothes with new abandon, Sir Josiah spread her legs without ado and gazed down with fond passion at the glistening slit her pussy curls enfolded. Sticking up from his belly now that her hand had abandoned it, his cock appeared to present quite a menace to her, for she gasped and heaved her white belly in a manner of apparent terror though in reality it was but to attract him to the deed.
“We are about to fuck, my pet, to juice your adorable little slit-see! as all are now doing!” he declared. Even while Kitty appeared to gaze in surprised horror at what was about them, his fiery crest was nosed between the poutings lips of her slit and driven up within.
Kitty received the swollen shaft with a low squeal, for if he thought himself to be the first upon her, she was sure that she would eventually benefit more thereby. And so a sweet struggle ensued which with every jerking of her bottom but ensured that her stallion was ever more firmly sheathed.
“Oh, no, how wicked! Take it out!” she panted and would have squeezed tears into her eyes were it not for the undoubted pleasure she was receiving.
“Disobey me not, my love-open your legs wider, work your pretty bottom, for I am but almost all in you,” panted the ardent Sir Josiah, whose stiff cock was so rightly clenched that he almost came thereupon.
Gasping and heaving as if she would dismount him, Kitty uttered many a pleading squeak, the more thereby to excite him as she knew it would. Her cunny was warm and soft, and by now she held it all within her and was minded not to lose it until he had expended all his manly essence.
“Oh, you are making me! How big it is!” she breathed.
“Do you not like it?”
“Oh, yes! I should not, though. Ah, how you are basting me with it. Ooooh! Aaaaah!”
Belly to belly, the pair thus heaved their pleasure whilst all around them sounded cries and groans of bliss. Lying now on her side, Lady Bromley presented her ample fundament to another swain whilst that which had been entertaining her slipped from her well-spermed slit. A grunt, a gasp, and her new assailant was lodged deep between the fat cheeks of her bottom in the same moment that the spouting cocks which Pamela was in course of receiving fore and aft loosed their jets of come within her mouth and in her cunny.
Rolling her eyes and wriggling her bottom in a most unladylike manner, she urged the Captain by her fevered movements into releasing the last fine spurts of sperm even as the wet knob of the other slipped from her mouth. No sooner, however had the pair of swains lain temporarily exhausted than a third-taking fine opportunity of her well-raised bottom-took his place and seized her hips, according her as fine a salute in her bottom as Lady Bromley was in process of receiving.
For her part, Kitty had entered well into the throes of being fucked and with raised legs and wanton murmurs was urging on her uncle while hotly breathing in his ear that she would not tell her Mama provided he were thenceforth kind to her.
“For every fuck I shall buy you a diamond ring,” panted the improvident Sir Josiah, who was nearing the end of his course and could feel the delicious bubbling of sperm in his balls.
“Oh, how nice!” responded Kitty, who fully intended that he should give her much more than that. “You shall fuck me often-for that indeed is what you have said it is called-and may do it upon my bed when Mama thinks I am doing needlework. Oh! Your naughty finger-it is in my bottom!”
“Where my prick shall also go ere we depart, my pet,” her uncle panted. Feeling her stockinged legs coil tighter around him, he screwed his eyes up, releasing the long jets of his glutinaceous essence with infinite bliss. Squeezing the interior of her cunny artfully, Kitty made sure that she received every drop. Until this day she had not 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.