Anonymous - Venus in the Country

Agnes whispered to her again, and Pamela Pink looked first at the Vicar and then at the carpet.

“Oh no, Miss, I wouldn't do nothing like that, not ever,” she replied.

However, conscience seemed to overcome her, for with a quick, sly glance at Edmund, who sat waiting for the further trial of Priapus to commence, Pamela whispered something back, though not so softly that it escaped the twitching ears of the Vicar.

“But he 'as put it in my mouth, Miss, and I likes that. It came out all bubbly and warm, like thick cream it were. He groaned and he quivered and it run down my chin. Did I do wrong, Miss?”

“Oh, no, Pamela, and we may as well speak up now. You see, you must be anointed properly with that selfsame liquor before you are married, but I fear that your Ted did it by the wrong route in his ignorance. Poor fellow-he could have had so much more joy of it and you, too-though the mouth is a very sweet place to put it from time to time. Still, there is no harm done, for that is why you are come here to be anointed with His Reverence's liquor. You say your Ted has a big one?”

“Nary as big as the bull's, Miss, but enough so I can't hide it if I puts two hands around it.”

“Edmund, I feel we must help this dear child without delay. In this instance, I feel, the arm of the sofa would make the best altar of love. Oh, Pamela, what pleasure you will have from it!”

“Oh, sir! Miss! Oh, it's a big one just like Ted's!”

“Of course, my pet. Display it to her well, Edmund. You see the veins starting out all around the shaft and the big balls beneath, Pamela? They were destined for the pleasure of girls such as you, and Edmund will show you best how to entertain it, and where. Now, my dear, if you will rise with me and take off your dress, I am sure we shall see a display underneath which will quite make the Vicar's tool quiver to anoint you.”

“Oh, Miss! Sir! What are you at? What are you doing to me!”

“Be quiet, you silly girl-did not your parents tell you to follow the Vicar's instructions to the letter? There, what pretty thighs, what lovely breasts, and oh, what a sweet dell!”

“Miss, no! I don't want to be naked like this! Oh, you'll ruin my stockings, and I've only got the one pair for best!”

“Hush, dear, for we shall replenish your wardrobe. Over the arm of the sofa with you. My goodness, if you kick you will receive such a spanking, and all then will be reported to your poor Mama and Papa. Head down, shoulders down-right into the seat so that your bottom sticks up well. There, yes, ah! what a picture.”

“Oh, Miss, oh! you smacked me! What was that for?”

“To keep you still, you little duffer, and keep your legs apart. How else are you to receive your anointment for, yes, this is where it is to go-right between the lips of this pretty dell. Hold her, Edmund! Do you have her?”

“My God, yes! Hold her shoulders, Agnes! Ah, how she wriggles-I can scarce get my knob in.”

“Oh! Ooooh! Ah! Take it out!”

Pamela's hands beat upon the cushions. Her eyes screwed up, the warm ball of her bottom held by Edmund whose grip was secure about her hips.

“Ah! Oooh! Aaaaah! It's going in! Oh, it's filling me up!”

Snorting and breathing heavily whilst the adoring eyes of his sister burned into his own as Agnes sat holding Pamela's wrists, Edmund urged his cock majestically upward and inward. As tight as Agnes's bottom, her pussy yielded only half-inch by half-inch as Pamela began to howl and squirm. Feeling the tight-clamping grip of her warm interior, Edmund almost expended the liquid burden of his testicles there and then, but instinct told him that the girl must enjoy at least half as much as he, or she would never return for what her namesake had almost gaily called another “injection.”

Schooling this second Pamela, therefore, to be quiet and have patience, and while Agnes bent to kiss her blubbering mouth, the lordly Vicar continued slowly with his lecherous assault until at last the whole plug of his manhood was buried tightly within Pamela's grotto.

Only then, and with its increased throbbing, did the startled girl begin to respond to the libertine act. Little by little, while Edmund manfully continued to keep it buried in her, Pamela's sobs began to cease. Instead of crying, she snivelled, for she thought it the modest thing to do. It would be wicked now to tell the Vicar she had been anointed quite a few times already, though she'd never heard it called that. The Vicar and his sister must be very innocent, so she had to pretend it was her first.

“Oh, sir, you shouldn't do this in me!”

“It's nice,” comforted Agnes, who adored watching her brother's big penis moving in and out. “If you're not anointed, dear, you can't put the banns up, can you?”

“Nooo-ooooh-ooooh!” Pamela assented, moaning. She couldn't help but grind her bottom cheeks against Edmund's stomach now, for she wanted him to push it in and out and make her feel even nicer, while he on his part took it for struggling and so enjoyed the lecherous nature of his deed even more. However, it did occur to him that the girl had shown no signs of a maidenhead, and so with increased resolve, he began to move his weapon in the approved fashion.

Pamela snivelled louder, for it helped to cover up the little noises of pleasure she otherwise made. Agnes's hand felt her tits and began to tease her nipples, but some womanly instinct within her told her at last that this Pamela, too, was not all she seemed. Releasing her and standing up, she observed that so far from endeavouring to ease farther forward over the sofa arm and so perhaps seek to escape the probing of Edmund's cock, Pamela was increasingly jerking her hips in a manner which betokened pleasure.

Saying nothing, Agnes sidled up to her brother and put her face beneath his so that she could glide her tongue into his mouth. The effect upon Edmund was electric-for he therewith fumbled up Agnes's skirts and began to toy with her hungry slit-he commenced fucking Pamela with increased vigour.

The saucy maid, swimming in pleasure, uttered little cries she could no longer conceal. Oh, it was nice this one-nice and thick and long as a man's cock should be, for even at seventeen Pamela had become a very fair judge of such matters and much preferred it in her pussy to her mouth.

“Ah, what a sweet little cunt!” Edmund groaned, his lips slobbering all over those of Agnes, whose bottom was bumping against Pamela's hip. Agnes could feel herself coming for the second time even though she could only dimly sense just beneath her the sturdy flashing of his cock. With every stroke, the delicious smacking noise of flesh came to it which she deemed not the Devil's work but that of some other more bountiful giver.

“Shall he go faster, Pamela?”

“Oh, yes, Miss, for I want him to fill me up with it!”

So sang the unguarded girl whose exclamation and luscious form caused Edmund to release the sluice gates in an instant until the floods of spermatic bliss trickled back anew down his cock from her foaming slit and settled in rills about her stocking tops.

“It is not her first anointment, Edmund, I fear.”

“I too suspect that, my dear,” her brother replied, withdrawing his steaming shaft.

“Oh, sir-shall I not be able to get married then, and will I get into trouble for it?”

“Only by confessing your sins may you be absolved, Pamela. Of what has passed here you must say not a word, for fear that girls more innocent than yourself do not receive the holy emission,” Edmund declared fervently.

That the girl was a treasure there was no doubt-a perfect little Venus in her form with bubbies as white as snow, nut-brown nipples which the passion of their bout had distended, and a once-crisp triangle of curls betwixt her thighs which the powerful “anointing” he had given her had now made sodden.