Anonymous - Venus in the Country

“Oh, sir!” cried Pamela upon seeing it, for it was of a fair size and well deserved her exclamation. Casting herself without ado in his arms, she allowed the manly rod to thrum merrily against her belly while clutching its root decisively.

“Come! upon the couch with you, my little bird. It is surely time you were given the manly tribute,” declared Harry, who was all in raptures at the exquisite curves presented to his form.

There and then he would have lifted her and carried her upon the waiting altar of plush velvet which was reserved for such sacrifices and where many a young girl's bottom had waggled ardently, but he knew not in what crafty guise he was being led on.

“Oh, sir, not I!” protested Pamela, who began thereupon to sob and clutch at his neck in such wise that he could not bend to lift her. “Pray listen, for you see my tears, though you know not the reason for them. 'Tis Patricia.”

“Patricia!” echoed the slightly crestfallen hero, who by then would have had his steaming shaft well embedded in her. “Is she unwell still?”

“In more senses than one, Harry, for I left her bereft. Do you not know it is this wicked cock of yours that she most desires?”

So saying, Pamela ran her fingers skilfully down the straining shaft, while keeping one arm tightly strung about his neck. Seeking the root of his cock, she sought his balls and dandled them.

“D… d… desires?” stuttered Harry, whose world was turned all about. Not a maiden before this had not gone under him in a trice, hot as she had proven from his sister's bed.

“Truly, and I would durst not confess it to you had she not done so to me. I had but my tongue at her bottom when she cried out that it was something larger she desired. Oh, how her poor heart broke to confess it to me-and, Harry, I swear to you I am the first to have the secret from her heart. She would be taken by force, she declares, for there is no other way to bring her to true pleasure.”

“The deuce of it-by force!” replied the stricken Harry, who was torn between forcing Pamela upon the waiting couch or attending upon Patricia, whose refusal of his ever eager weapon had never ceased to confound him.

“By force it must be-or apparently so-for she will never otherwise surrender and so lives in great frustration. Why else would she entertain the all too delicate tongues of girls such as I so frequently, were she not burning for the dominating cock?” asked Pamela, whose tongue was quite in danger of running away with her.

“Ah, Pamela, let me have you first!” demanded the ardent swain, whose fingers took full delight in raising her flimsy robe and exploring everywhere her nubile treasures.

“Could it but be-this very instant,” murmured Pamela, casting upon his eyes the hottest of her gazes, “but then you wouldst need tarry awhile before you were ready for her-and I fear now that were she, in her present state, to know that I were entertaining you, all would be upset.”

“Indeed, yes,” answered Harry, who saw well enough that their cottage might then no longer be such a haven of lust as both had been wont to enjoy. Moreover, he had many a time been minded to join the Sapphic revels and turn them to his own advantage, and had suffered much frustration from being forever barred from Patricia's boudoir while many heavenly moans and cries sounded from within.

“Make haste, then-remember she may cry and struggle, for she told me that she would, but yet has a longing for it greater than you can imagine. Grip her tightly and enter quickly. Her pretended resistance will soon then cease. Her bottom is truly well moistened for the fray,” enjoined the artful Miss, whose urgings could no longer be overcome. “Make quiet upon the stairs-I shall follow,” Pamela hissed.

“Indeed! What a treasure you are! What a day we shall have of it!” chortled Harry, who could scarce believe his luck, so long had he yearned for such a moment when his cock might entertain two at once. Thereupon, with Pamela three steps behind him, he ascended with all quietness, knowing well enough which stair creaked and which did not. Expecting Pamela to follow him completely, he entered the perfumed boudoir whose air was by then redolent with female scents of desire.

Patricia lay upon her belly musing at the fortunes of the morning and squeezing her bottom cheeks occasionally in fonder membrance of Pamela's tongue-a movement of some voluptuous invitation which Harry took to be the perfect assent to all he had heard. Not infrequently a maiden struggled briefly in his arms, and he was well accustomed to containing them until his quietening shaft was well buried.

Mindful of Pamela's injunctions, he cast himself like a bolt of lightning upon his sister's recumbent form, his lusty loins meeting the luring curve of her bottom with a loud smacking noise that was accompanied also by a shriek from Patricia. Instinctively she endeavoured to rise and cast him off, though the very movement served his purpose well. Thrusting her pretty face well down into the pillow, Harry maneuvered his glowing knob without ado between the adorable cheeks of her ripe bottom and eased it blissfully within the puckered rim where Pamela's saliva still lingered.

“Harry, no! Oh, you monster, you vagabond! Take it out! How dare you! Aaaah! Oh, no! No, you must not-I forbid it. Harry! I f…f…f… OOOOOH! Oh, it is too big! No!”

Such eyes as espied them through the doorway glowed. Pamela could not indeed desist from coyly fingering her cunny as the doughty rod passed slowly between the arrogant cheeks of Patricia's bottom while her hips were now clasped as if by iron bands in her brother's grip.

“M… M… M… Mama!” Patricia shrieked, quite beside herself at the wicked invasion. “Oh! I shall tell, Mama! Harry-stop!”

His throbbing tool now three-quarters ensconced in her warm, sleek bottom hole, Harry screwed up his eyes with bliss, though he could not help but let a chuckle escape him at the thought of Patricia's confessing all their lewd deeds. The fact that she dared not merely impelled his lusting vigour so that with a final grunting movement, he rammed the whole of his flaming charger within his sister's bottom and so contained her struggles to perfection. Thereupon, after a moment of stillness broken only by Patricia's helpless cries, he sensed some tiny assenting movement of the rapturous sphere of her bottom which was pressed so tightly into his belly.

“My love, my desire!” he murmured fondly and bending full over her commenced to fondle and weigh her dangling tits, finding her nipples so full hard that he was no longer in doubt about her secret enjoyment of the unwonted bout.

For her part, Patricia succumbed to her fate more readily than she would have believed. The titillations of Pamela's tongue had merely served to prepare the dish for the oven, so to speak, and the long, thick throbbing of Harry's fine prick in her bottom stirred her lascivious temperament. Even so, burying her blushing face in her pillow, she murmured in disguise of her rising excitement that it was a most wicked thing to do to her.

“Such it is, my pet, and the greater enjoyment we shall thus have of it. Come, make no pretence, for I intend to cork you properly,” rejoiced Harry, who in the passion of the moment had quite forgotten Pamela. That maiden, however, had not forgotten herself and was half-minded to join in their transports. Yet she sensed that to make herself an open accomplice left her less an ally than a victim and so-tiptoeing about whilst the passionate bout commenced in earnest-she quickly recovered her clothes and fled downstairs with them, not forgetting to lock the door upon the pair as she did.

“Oh, H… H… Harry!” came a moan through the door as she did, though whether it was in lamentation at her departure or was merely to celebrate in sound the lascivious pleasure that Patricia was by then clearly enjoying, Pamela neither knew nor cared. They would have a fine time of it to get out of the room in any event, she pondered with some pleasure.