Anonymous - Venus in the Country

“Sir, I will tell you, I will, as promise you won't punish me for it.”

“Very well, let us make ourselves comfortable for it. Carry her upstairs, Edmund. I will bring the wine.”

There passed a more licentious afternoon than any of the three could have imagined, for though Miss Pamela Pink's tale was told eventually in bibulous giggles, it amounted no less to that which might have offended those of greater sensibilities. Nevertheless, it enervated Edmund considerably and by the time that Pamela was halfway through her narrative, his cock was once more at a full and arrogant stand and finding itself encouraged and caressed by both Agnes and Pamela as a libidinous enchantment overtook them all.

“It were at harvest moon two years ago, when I were fifteen, sir. It is always a special thing then in the village. I think they calls it fruitility.”

“Fertility,” Edmund corrected her gravely, and so positioned himself between them that he could toy with both their cunts and bottoms at the same time.

“Yes, sir, that's what's it called. At midnight they lights torches and there's lot of cider. They puts a bale of straw in the middle of a field and I knew what that were for. Being the youngest and most nice to look at, they said, I was to go over it first. I was afeared because I knew what would happen. The men gets behind me, fifteen of them all told, and the women plays with their cocks and gets them out, no matter who they are.

“My sister Effie, she held me by the arms over the bale and someone put my skirt up to my hips, but many of the girls and women was half-naked by then, getting excited like. Effie's husband were with her and put his arms round her while she was holding me. He was feeling up her thighs and everything, but she told him to get behind me with the others like they'd done to her two years before.

“All the men, you see, has what they call a 'dip' up the girl over the bale and they do it so you get the smallest cocks first working up to the largest. Each year the man with the biggest has to take another woman so they ah get a turn. What I mean, sir, is the last in you has a proper fuck with you, but the others is only allowed to put it up and take it out, again. Sometimes they comes, though, in the excitement. I had three what came in me.”

“A fertility rite, good heavens. What Devil's work!” the Vicar murmured piously while Agnes-regarding Pamela solemnly-bent over him to suck his cock.

In turn the Vicar took the luscious lips of Pamela Pink and caressed her bubbies. The girl wriggled and guided his hand boldly down to her cunt, which was already awaiting further attention.

“So you had fifteen cocks in you, little witch,” Edmund marvelled. “But pray tell, if all are present, as you say, then some must be related to you.”

“Oh, sir, I was howling and kicking and Effie could not well nigh hold me. Of course, after a time, I quietened because it got nice, and ah the women was singing and chanting and telling me to draw out as much juice as I could as it would make the ground more fruitile- oh, I'm sorry, sir-more fertile next year. The moonlight were lovely and silvery ah over the field, and they said I was a goddess.”

“Oh my Lord, what impious behaviour,” the Vicar uttered, pushing Pamela's thighs farther apart whilst Agnes's tongue licked around his standing stem. “No wonder, my dear, that you were well accommodated over the arm of the sofa. Do you like it best that way?”

“I loves it-they gets right up like that. I suppose I learned it over the bale of hay. I've told you all, sir.

You won't tell the other girls as I split because that's why we do it at midnight, sir, so no one is passing by.”

“The other girls?”

“There's May and Betty and Susan, sir-they'll all be a-coming to see you to get their anointments, and they've all been had in the field.”

“Indeed? Then I shall look forward the more to making their acquaintance. My love, kneel up over her face so that I might kiss and lick your adorable bottom while I fuck her again, for my balls are nigh bursting after this.”

“And you, Pamela, whist Edmund is licking my cunt and bottomhole, put your tongue in my cunt. Oh, yes, like that! Both of you! You naughty girl-did your brothers do it to you?”

“Oh yes, Miss, they has to. It were nice-they come nearly last and they both come in me, but they can't do it again-not until nigh on the harvest moon, they can't.”

“Lift your legs, Pamela! Wind them around me! Are you well in, dearest?”

“Deliciously, my pet. Stick your bottom out more that I may adore it.”

“Ooooh, Edmund, your tongue! Ah yes, put it right in-you, too, Pamela! Oh, both of you, yes, together!”

“Then we are all friends,” Pamela declared boldly once Helen had promised never to raise her voice or quarrel with her sister again. “A kiss upon it, for I swear that nothing that shall transpire here shall pass beyond these walls,” the dear girl continued. Thereupon, laying Helen back on her bed, she cast her arms about her and placed her sultry lips upon those of her charge.

Confounded by the unexpectedness of the embrace, Helen stirred fretfully, but the insistence of Pamela's mouth proved quite delicious. Wearing only a chemise and stockings, Helen's thighs were fully bared to the excited view of Sir Richard. It seemed by pure chance that Pamela's forearm should so brush the hem of the fine batiste garment as to raise its hem higher and so permit him an even more enchanting vista of the shrouded motte which pouted so appealingly between those dazzling thighs.

Suddenly, however, Pamela appeared to become conscious of Helen's unveiled state and rose with a merry laugh whilst ensuring by apparently awkward movements of her hands that the girl was no more fully covered than she wished her to be.

“Oh, heavens forgive me, for I have stolen the very kiss your dear Papa might have wished to take and treasure for himself,” Pamela declared, “and truthfully I have so many things to do that to tarry with you both would be a sin. Sir Richard, come, you must kiss your daughter, for then we shall know your forgiveness complete.” Saying which, she afforded her master such a sly wink that his heart pounded as much as his doughty tool was already doing beneath his breeches.

Had Pamela stayed then, a sultry single kiss might well have been exchanged between the pair, for Helen had a flushed look such as many young maidens wear when they are particularly excited about something. In this instance, Pamela did not doubt what that object of Helen's excitement might be and hence decided to intrude no longer upon the lubricious denouement that her blithe spirit now longed for. That it was for Helen's good she never for a moment doubted, fearing otherwise that she might fall early to the lecherous whims of Captain Dancer. Closing the door upon the pair, she waited but a moment to hear the creaking of the bed as Sir Richard cast himself upon it and then made her way to such duties as she could think of to perform.

A bewilderment of pleasure seized Helen as she found herself held within the strong arms of her Papa. With a febrile movement of her hand, she made with due modesty to cover her sweet thatch of curls, but Sir Richard's hand engaged hers in the same instant and brought it with fervour against the upstanding rod that threatened nigh to burst his breeches.

“A kiss, my pet,” he breathed as if there were nothing untoward about Helen clasping his penis while they so engaged themselves. Helen's eyes rolled, for it seemed to her now a discourtesy to refuse that which had been thrust into her hand.

“Oh, Papa!” she exclaimed with some apparent surprise, though the words were all but smothered beneath the manly lips which settled upon hers. Quivering as if with ague, Helen felt her lips parted. Their tongues engaged. Trembling deliciously, she gripped the vigourous shaft of his fervour more ardently as, with a certain delicatesse, Sir Richard raised her chemise higher. Sucking her sweet tongue into his mouth and drawing upon it in such wise that Helen almost fainted with pleasure, he attempted to part her thighs but found them at first resistant.