Anonymous - Venus in the Country

All was for the best in all possible worlds, Pamela told herself as she ascended, though she had never read Voltaire. At the best she had shown herself to be the only modest female of the company, and none would be able to deny that, save, perhaps, for Agnes. For, as has been said, ideas of immorality did not enter into Pamela's simple thoughts. Provided none were ill-treated, they might all take pleasure in what they did and none would be the worse for it.

So, with her mind well settled on all such matters, Pamela slept the sleep of the just and cared not a jot what further might happen downstairs that night.

Discovering that she had enjoyed herself no wit less than if she had arranged all matters herself, Lady Bromley turned upon a different tack in order to rid herself of Pamela, whom she saw not so much as meddlesome as a menace. For it was perfectly obvious after the lubricious scenes in which both she and her husband had taken part, that Sir Richard had now developed a decided taste for younger females.

This, of course, is often the case with gentlemen of middle years, and Lady Bromley decided to work upon it. The pair cohabited but little, yet the good dame saw no reason why she should not put a little sauce in their bed, and that by the name of Mary Waterhouse, with whom we have so far made only brief acquaintance.

This little angel, if such she can be called, was, as is known, the offspring of Lady Waterhouse and had already been warmly fondled by Captain Dancer and Belinda in concert whilst-unknown to them-she had also been put through preliminary trials by her uncle, though without final effect. Lady Waterhouse herself having come upon the flushed pair, and knowing her brother Roger all too well, had virtually led him upstairs by his cock to conclude his business with her instead.

Thus was the cherubic Mary left somewhat abandoned and frustrated, particularly as she had surreptitiously spied upon what had followed in her dear Mama's boudoir, where otherwise a state of grass widowhood reigned. When then the nice Lady Bromley invited Mary and her mother for a weekend, the daughter was as pleased to accept as the mother. Not being able to invite Mary without her Mama, Belinda Bromley decided upon a ruse whereby maternal suspicions could be stilled while Mary was installed between herself and Richard.

Not having encountered the young charmer in question, Sir Richard was not unpleased to receive a glowing description of her from his wife and of the pleasures that would undoubtedly follow if she could but be bedded. Indeed, so taken was he with the idea that he quite failed to mention it to Pamela, despite his promise that she would know all that was going on. Perhaps he thought she might be jealous. Whatever the cause, he kept his counsel. And so it transpired that Lady Waterhouse and Mary arrived one Friday evening, to the surprise of Pamela, who suspected that something was afoot.

No one could deny the claims to beauty of either of the visitors and, since they were unaccompanied by Lord Waterhouse-who appropriately enough was then taking the waters in Bath-Pamela gave herself up to some pensive thoughts.

Lavender Waterhouse had just attained her thirty-ninth year, but was no less attractive for that. The firmness of her form, her bewitching eyes, and the general embonpoint of her curves gave even the impression of fewer years. As for her offspring, who shortly would attain her sixteenth year, she was as perfect a pet as ever Fragonard or Watteau might have painted. Delicious indeed was the chubby roundness of her bottom and the melons of her breasts whose snow-white surfaces were adorned by rosebud nipples. Neither tall nor short, she was, in a phrase, a little Venus and by now not entirely unconscious of the fact. Had her Uncle Roger but rogered her, and her Mama not interrupted the proceedings, she might have come even better prepared for the delights that awaited her.

Having observed and measured up both during dinner, Pamela decided that there was definitely something afoot. Not failing to notice the gleam in Sir Richard's eyes whenever he cast them upon Mary, Pamela noticed also that he was not averse to measuring the more mature charms of her mother. Of course, Pamela knew nothing of that lady's recent descent into sin and might have hesitated in her future acts if she had done so, knowing well how the lubricious nature of the female could be stirred by such acts.

So it happened that evening-in her comparative state of innocence-that Pamela was all agog to hear a whispered conversation between her employers, from which she deduced that Lady Waterhouse was to have a sleeping draught put into her coffee, whereafter the deed of seduction would be able to proceed without fear of interruption.

Not unnaturally our heroine's ire rose at this, for while she did not object to Mary receiving an injection from the virile knight, she would rather have been a party to the proceedings and thus felt herself-as indeed she was-to be cut out. That Lady Bromley was the instigator, she had no doubt, but since one culprit could not be separated from the other on such an occasion, Pamela considered that she had no choice but to undo their plot.

Evincing total innocence, therefore, Pamela elected to assist in serving coffee, well aware that Lady Bromley hovered over her guest's cup and emptied the contents of a tiny phial into it. Valiantly did Pamela keep her eye on the particular cup, but to her dismay Lady Bromley was doing so as well and firmly saw to it that it was received into Lady Waterhouse's hand.

A helpless bystander, Pamela could only wonder at the perfidy of the world when, ten minutes later, a drowsy Lady Waterhouse announced that she must sleep immediately. Being assisted up to her room by Pamela, the latter strove in vain to make her understand what was happening, but the drowsy lady merely slumped and murmured, quite unable to absorb what was being said. Only with the greatest difficulty did Pamela assist in undressing her, whereat the lady- resplendent in her nudity-waved away all offers of a nightgown and immediately began to snore.

Leaving her thus, while not having failed to admire the supremely voluptuous figure the lady presented, Pamela retired to her room to await events, fearing that she might otherwise be suspected of knowing something.

Events were not long in commencing.

“Your dear Mama having been taken so tired, you must sleep in with us,” declared Lady Bromley, who could not wait to taste the sweet young thing's pretty lips again.

The idea made Mary blush exceedingly, which Sir Richard considered a most fetching sight. However, the maiden could not but acquiesce and was thereupon led upstairs for the sacrifice with Sir Richard's hand helpfully guiding her beneath her bottom. By the time he had reached the bedroom with Belinda and Mary, in fact, he had a full cockstand, which the girl could not fail to notice, so much did his breeches protrude.

“Oh! Is he not naughty!” declared Belinda, who at once commenced undressing. “Come, dear, take all your clothes off, for we all sleep in a state of Nature here,” she went on. Having dressed-or undressed- for the occasion, Belinda had but to cast off her gown to present herself most alluringly in black-patterned stockings and shoes. The latter being rapidly removed, in turn, she then assisted a blushing Mary in unveiling herself until in turn the dazzling whiteness and appealing curves of her luscious form were revealed.

“Oh, Richard, darling, put the light out for she has seen your wicked thing,” declared his wife gaily and thereupon drew Mary into the bed so that the desirable little minx would lie between them. In so doing, she drew the girl's face between her voluminous breasts and so allowed her to inhale the scent and softness there. Sir Richard meanwhile, having climbed in naked from the other side, presented the throbbing eminence of his cock to Mary's bottom.