Anonymous - Venus in the Country

This Pamela was soon enough to learn. With the curtains firmly drawn in as delicately furnished a boudoir as she had ever seen, she was rapidly induced to make a pair in bed under pretext of soothing Patricia's brow.

“Ah, you are making me feel better already,” declared the latter. “Pray make yourself comfortable in turn, my dear, and cast off your cumbersome attire. We shall then be far more comfortable.”

These words impinged sweetly enough on Pamela's ears for, being a sensible girl and one given to slightly artful behaviour herself, she divined not a little that the Lady Patricia intended to make her feel much better herself. Having no objection to this, and finding her new companion as sweet and perfect of form as. herself, Pamela was not loath to present herself in turn in a state of Nature, and thus their warm bodies soon lay fondly together.

In but a moment Patricia had kissed her rosebud lips and passed a fervent hand over the snow-white crests of her bubbies, which felt delightfully resilient to the touch.

“How quickly your nipples come up-may I suck them?” Patricia asked, since she sensed neither resistance nor overmuch shyness on her companion's part.

“Oh, yes,” Pamela assented eagerly. She was about to be inducted, although she knew it not, into the highest realms of lovemaking. Ere two minutes had passed, and with the quivering buds of her nipples already erect by Patricia's craftily sucking mouth, her lively thighs were parted well to receive the labial attentions that were fondly pressed upon and around her cunny.

Gasping and wriggling, Pamela received the snakelike length of as fervent and skilful a tongue as doubled any raptures she had previously received in this wise. True, she had taught both Helen and Miranda to do it to her a little, but neither had obtained the art of Patricia who-in a trice-had both the girl's legs upon her shoulders and was bringing her rapidly to a point of careless bliss.

“What a delicious slit!” Patricia murmured, turning herself quickly then about so that her own fond nest presented itself over Pamela's face.

Quite eager to taste the honeyed treasure, Pamela reached up boldly, caressing as well as she could the ardent hemispheres of Patricia's bottom and drawing her cunny down upon her mouth. Sneezing a trifle as a mass of curls tickled her nose, her tongue was soon twirling in turn until naught but the most blissful liquid sounds reigned in the boudoir and each brought the other in turn to heavenly surrender of her spurting treasures.

“What a treasure you are, to be sure,” declared the Lady Patricia at long last after each had frequently tasted the other's salty libation. “Do you then like girls as much as I?”

“Oh, I believe so, though none has pleasured me as you,” replied Pamela, whose mouth was still avid to receive the fiery flickerings of her companion's tongue. “I like being injected, too,” she added naively enough while Patricia's lips made paths of pleasure all over and around her curves.

“Injected? Oh, you mean by the cock,” Patricia replied frankly, delighted to discover that they had such an advanced protegee. “Yes, my pet, it is well said that cock should follow tongue, but I would bid you tongue me a little more first. Do you know how to do feuille de rose?”

Sadly Pamela was forced to unveil her ignorance of such a sport, whereat, with a silvery laugh, her adorable bedmate turned about and presented herself on all fours.

“Part the cheeks of my bottom and present just the tip of your tongue there. Meanwhile, then, pass your left hand beneath my cunny and tickle my spot as surely as your tongue shall tickle me elsewhere.”

So spoke Patricia, who found this the most exciting of activities and one to which not all her captive girls were prone to indulge, or did so with such awkwardness and naive fondling that her pleasure was often quite spoilt. In Pamela she had, however, a truly dedicated pupil who was so intent on pleasing in this manner that she drew the ardent Patricia to the end of the bed, whereby then she could, by placing her own feet on the floor, more readily attend to this form of lubricious caressing.

True, it was quite new to her, but no sooner had the curled point of her tongue found the wrinkled orifice and even inserted itself a trifle within than a fond murmur of pleasure escaped the owner of the altar of love to which she was attending.

“Your finger, my sweet!” implored Patricia, who had parted her lovely thighs wide and now received the desired digit, teasing and maddening her clitoris so that Pamela was hard put to keep her tongue darting within and without the perfumed bottom. Nevertheless she succeeded by gripping Patricia's thighs from the front with her right hand and was soon drawing delirious moans from her victim.

“Oh! how I… I… lovely! Flick your tongue faster!” appealed Patricia, whose senses were quite swimming under the dual ardent caress. Panting not a little, and with the orbs of her divine breasts swinging as she knelt, she was not long in releasing from her cunny a further salty spray so prolonged that she collapsed and lay quite still, all pale of visage and with her eyes rolling heavenward. Indeed, Pamela thought her at first to have fainted and was heartily relieved when, falling again beside her, she felt herself clasped in two adoring arms.

“My treasure of desire!” Patricia murmured huskily, “how sad I shall be to lose you!”

“You need not,” replied Pamela, who was all aglow not only with her success, but with her learning of a pretty little trick that she vowed Helen must learn to do to her.

Patricia kissed her anew. “Poor Harry, I had quite forgotten about him in our transports. Will you not see how he is?” she asked and thereupon drew from beneath a pillow a gauzy robe which she bid Pamela put on.

“May we not call him in-after you are covered, of course,” Pamela said, for while a little uncertain still, she was half of a mind that the pair were in some consort together.

“How immodest!” simpered Patricia, making not the least effort to cover herself. “No, my pet, it will take but a moment to see to his comfort, and then you must return, for I would hear all about it.”

Not doubting now for a moment that she was now expected to receive Harry's cock and to recount the event, Pamela assented as shyly as she felt able to. In her newfound philosophy, she saw no reason at all why both should not partake of his doughty tool and could not begin to believe that Patricia herself did not receive it regularly. In truth, however, it was a very curious state of affairs, for wedded as she was to the Sapphic pleasures, Patricia had never indulged herself in amourous combat with Harry. Only once had she permitted him to unveil her lower charms and to visit her dell with his tongue, but that had been in a spirit of experiment, for Patricia had quickly found that his raptures at tasting her fount turned to a desire to insert his prick therein. Not being so minded, she had spurned him, awarding but a single sisterly kiss to his fiercely wagging tool. Thus, most curiously, Patricia remained a virgin and would have been so perhaps to this day had it not been for the artful wiles of Pamela.

Proud maiden as she was, and being given rather to arranging matters than to finding herself the victim of them, she intended not to become the plaything of either. Hence, rubbing her eyes as she descended and so giving all appearance of having cried, she cast herself with open robe into the drawing room, where Harry awaited her coming with great expectancy.

That he was not disappointed at the immediate view of her uncovered charms was evidenced by the eager glow in his eyes and the uncovered arrogance of his cock, for he had divested himself of all clothing in readiness for the event.