Anonymous - Venus in the Country

Quite a wrestling match was afoot in the kitchen now, for Carrie-besieged by lewd thoughts and ideas which her own frustrations did much to encourage- had completely upped her mistress's nightgown and was caressing Agnes in all parts, particularly her plump and hairy dell.

Agnes's legs quivered. She had tried to repel the attack, but now a delicious feeling was creeping over her. Her quim became ever moister, and her hips responded to the salutations of Carrie's fingers. Bumping her bottom against the dresser, she found their tongues suddenly entwined.

“Oh, Carrie, what are we at?”

“About to have a fair time of it, I think. I knows you're excitable, I can feel it. I love to feel where he put it in. Oh, what wouldn't I give to have it, too!”

Agnes had become quite dizzy with all the caresses she was receiving. No part of her ample bottom, thighs, or slit was left untouched.

“Ah, Carrie, will you say nothing, then? Will you swear?”

Carrie did not answer at first. In fact, she did not know what she was saying. Her words had raced on far past her original intentions. The oily lips of Agnes's cunny on her fingers excited her as much as the thought of Edmund's cock. Unable to contain herself, she fell to her knees and, with Agnes leaning back against the dresser, commenced tonguing her slit while feeling beneath her dress for her own.

This was the astonishing sight upon which Edmund came. Agnes's nightgown, drawn down from her shoulders, displayed her large breasts to perfection. The nipples were wet and pointed where Carrie had tongued them. With her legs straddled and her eyes rolling, his sister was all but naked. Her belly rippled with pleasure as Carrie's long pink tongue worked beneath her bush. The housekeeper's skirt was so far cast up that he could see a second luxuriant growth of curls in which Carrie's fingers were working as industriously as her lips and tongue.

“Oh, Edmund!”

“Agnes! Carrie!”

“Edmund, you must save us!”

Believing that Agnes meant it was she who was to be saved, her gallant brother bent and wrestled Carrie from her amourous task. The excited woman, thereupon casting her arms tightly about his neck, dragged him down with her to the floor, where they fell with a bump.

“Edmund! do not delay!” Agnes cried.

She saw every advantage now in having Carrie satisfied upon the spot. In any event, her lubricious excitement was at its peak. Casting herself down in turn upon the floor beside the pair, Agnes made such haste as she could to uncover his cock-a gesture which the bewildered Edmund at first failed to understand. Nevertheless, once the doughty weapon was exposed and found its knob nestling in perfect readiness against the lips of Carrie's quim, the excited man could do naught else but driven in.

Carrie received the rude assault with a cry of pleasure. Raising her uncovered legs, she wound them strongly about Edmund's waist in such measure that but a second or two followed before the fleshly rod was fully ensconced in her.

“Kiss me, Edmund! Oh, dearest, give it to her well!”

A long moan of delight escaped all three in their triple embrace.

“Oh, what a big cock-move it fast!” Carrie cried.

Edmund, quite berserk with lust, passed his tongue back and forth into both their mouths, fondling Agnes's breasts and bottom while threshing his manly weapon back and forth in a slit which he found almost as luscious as his sister's. For her part, wanting to view the lubricious proceedings more closely and never having dreamed to view such a delicious spectacle, Agnes rose to her knees and drew Edmund's trousers down.

Thereby, with Carrie's legs raised, Agnes was able to see all. Excited beyond recall, she began to tickle their conjoined parts while couching her brother's wobbling testicles in her palm.

“Is she nice, Edmund? How tightly her lovelips ring about your cock!”

“Delicious, my pet-come, he beside us again that I may feel your own!”

“Ah, sir, I am coming! Oh, what pleasure! How you ram me!”

“My God, what pleasures! Open your legs wider, Agnes! Ah, I have you both now! What magnificent bottoms you both have!”

Thus, amid many wild and lewd cries, wherein all modesties were totally abandoned, the three ran their course until Edmund had ejected the throbbing leaps of his sperm and received their liquid tributes both upon his cock and his fingers.

A long silence and many kisses ensued until they finally disentangled themselves, first casting glances of shame and embarrassment about them and not daring to meet one another's eyes until Agnes broke the silence with a laugh.

“Dear Edmund, be not dismayed. Carrie was in as much need of your cock as I. I'm sure it need not be your last bout together, but next time we must all make ourselves more comfortable. Come, let us all kiss again and declare ourselves given to our pleasures, for the world will know naught about it.”

“That is true, Miss, I have not had the like of such a one for many a year,” Carrie said and cast herself into both their arms in turn.

“Well, then, all shall proceed as usual,” Agnes declared, though in truth she meant the reverse. Her naturally lustful nature had now broken fully to the surface, as had Edmund's, who insisted upon fondling their thighs, slits and bottoms anew before they deemed it proper to go about their daily affairs.

Agnes's eyes thoroughly sparkled. There were many young ladies and girls who came to the vicarage from time to time upon different affairs, and she was minded now to let Edmund enjoy himself with as many as possible. Determined that he should henceforth share her bed, she saw no cause for jealousy there. Rather did she look forward with pleasure to seeing her brother's weapon pleasuring such as might succumb to it, for she had found almost as much pleasure in viewing as in receiving.

This she communicated to Edmund that very night when, stripped for their pleasure, they lay abed. Playing fervently with his cock, which she had already sucked, she thus spoke to him.

“There are banns to be raised shortly for a marriage. I believe the young lady's name is Pamela, though I have seen her not. She will be ignorant, no doubt, as many country girls are, and they say she is quite pretty.”

Such a message did not fail to communicate itself to her brother, whose years of celibacy had come to such an unexpected end.

“Are you minded that I should fuck her, my love?”

“Why not, dearest, for are you not about to do that very thing to me? We must explain to her that it is the proper course for a girl to run so that she may be proven fit for the marriage bed.”

“What ingenuity!” Edmund exclaimed, for he too could now see the old vicarage becoming a veritable harem. “Turn over, my dear, and kneel, for I have a different pleasure for you tonight.”

Not doubting that he intended to breach her bottom, Agnes made no demur. Indeed, she had prepared for it, fully intending to enjoy it that way as much as any other.

“See the little saucer of oil, Edmund, on the cabinet? Dip your fingers in it and apply it first to my bottom and then to your cock, for then we shall both enjoy an easier passage.”

Edmund acceded to the suggestion with enthusiasm, marveling at his sister's thoroughness. In a moment his oiled and gleaming knob was presented to her rosy hole. Bending over her and cupping her breasts, he began most blissfully to ease it in, causing Agnes to wriggle exceedingly. Tight as her passage was, she could feel every vein on his prick and the sensation made her quite delirious.

Turning her face, She passed her tongue cowlike into his mouth and began pressing her haunches back inch by inch, until with many a pleasurable moan from both, he was lodged full within and her warm bottom cheeks bulged against his belly.