Anonymous: Venus in the Country

Poor Ronald leapt up, his cock standing proud in full view of all three, for he had loosened his trousers in anticipation of the event. Miranda shrieked and covered her eyes. Helen fell back, as if she had fainted.

“Out, sir, out! What is this wicked thing you show us? Put it away this instant and go!”

Quickly and rather painfully, since his cock was wound up fully like a spring, Ronald obeyed. The thought that he might be uncovered in a different way made him blanch, for he knew how stern Sir Richard could be. Mumbling such apologies as he could contrive, he fled, leaving Pamela to lock the door.

“Oh, my poor Helen, what a shock it must have given you. 'Twas but a girlish game. Forgive me!”

Throwing herself down beside the panting girl, Pamela found Helen's lips and kissed them sweetly. Rather to her surprise, the tips of their tongues touched in a way she had not imagined those of girls might do. The sensation was quite enervating. In another moment, they were locked in each other's arms. Helen's natural appetite had been aroused, and despite her cries of alarm, she needed the exciting comfort that Pamela was giving her. Her lips parted slightly, inducing Pamela to prolong the kiss.

“What is an injection?” Helen asked breathlessly when their sweet mouths parted at last.

“Yes, I want to know, too. Is it nice?” Miranda asked.

“It is very nice, but the first time it happens, you have to be examined,” Pamela replied solemnly. She explained that that meant taking all one's clothes off, except perhaps for stockings and shoes. The two sisters listened agog.

“Oh, tell us more, Pamela!”

“No, I cannot, for I believe that is a gentleman's prerogative. However, I will show you a little what it is like. Loosen your drawers properly, Helen, and take them off.”

When Helen did so, wonderingly, Miranda decided to follow suit. It was going to be the most exciting secret they had ever learned. Surprised by her own boldness, Pamela knelt down and gazed up-at the lovely vistas between their thighs. Both the girls' cunnies were plump and well nested with curls, and when they allowed their thighs to be drawn apart, the lips of their lovemouths parted prettily.

“Now I shall apply my tongue where the gentleman first applies his cock,” Pamela declared. Her heart beating fast, she pushed her face up between Helen's thighs and with her mouth sought the delicious slit. Its lips were warm and moist and the curls tickled Pamela's nose. Without hesitation-being quite sure that in Helen's excited state it was the proper thing to do-she drove the point of her tongue between the luscious lips and wriggled it.

“Oh, how lovely! Do it more!”

Helen's face was full of wonder. Her bottom jerked and her fingers clenched and unclenched as Pamela's tongue began to work back and forth. Lifting her legs by instinct, she placed them on Pamela's shoulders and so hid nothing of her charms. Her lovelips became moist and oily as Pamela licked her and she could not resist twisting the upper part of her body and kissing Miranda.

This, in turn, gave Pamela yet another idea. With her finger, she reached up and began to play with Miranda's slit at the same time.

“Oh, it's nice! I like it, too!”

Both the sisters' bottoms bounced now as each had the most thrilling of sensations. Their bellies tightened and they felt as if they had fireworks exploding in them. Lifting their stockinged legs even higher, they implored Pamela to go on and on. By this time both Pamela's mouth and her finger were soaked in their juices, and she herself would have loved nothing better than to be receiving an injection at the same time. The thought even crossed her mind that such a thing might be possible, but then she chided herself for being even more wicked than she was.

The girls were each coming for a third time now- she could feel it. Their eyes rolled, they hugged one another, they kissed passionately, each seeking the other's tongue, so enraptured were they that all else was cast aside.

Alas, their merry party was soon to end. Even as Pamela decided they had both had enough for the moment, there came a knock on the door. Springing up, she put her fingers to her lips and quickly threw the sisters' drawers under the bed. Bidding them quietly to cover themselves and sit demurely, Pamela then answered the door.

“Miss, I'm sorry to disturb you, but the Mistress wishes to see you.”

Lady Belinda Bromley was, as she often nowadays told herself, in full bloom. At the age of forty-one, she possessed the full curves that drew so many men's eyes to her. Her ankles were slender and nicely turned, her bosom bold and firm. Her bottom and thighs were as well-fashioned as any in the neighbourhood, and if she thought that herself, then so did a dozen or more of her admirers.

Belinda came of good stock and knew it. Her husband, Sir Richard, was of a quieter nature, though given to the occasional discreet frolic. His wife never interfered with him in that respect, nor he with her. It was understood that the county aristocracy were of a sporting nature, and Belinda was considered a leader in many things that had to do with boudoirs and convenient sofas.

Her great rage of late was fancy-dress balls, and she was already planning another. Seated with her at this moment-or rather seated under her since Belinda's proud bottom was resting indiscreetly upon his cock-was Captain Henry Dancer, who looked as sprightly as his name. Fondling Belinda's breasts he sighed and endeavoured to move his stiff tool back and forth under her bottom, but her weight was too much for him.

“Such a bore, Henry, but I must see the girls' new companion. No, do not go, dear boy. I understand she is quite enchanting.”

So saying, Belinda rose and looked down with a pleased smile at the horny condition she had aroused in the Captain who was ten years her junior. Belinda adored younger men, but equally she adored some younger women and had entertained a number in her bed when her husband was absent. Sometimes these little affairs had taken place in the company of discreet gentlemen-a matter which called for much quiet movement between bedrooms when the servants were abed.

Hearing approaching footsteps, Belinda seated herself opposite her new paramour. A pleased smile broke across her beautiful features at Pamela's timid appearance.

“My dear, how enchanting to meet you! May I introduce Captain Dancer?”

The said gentleman had of course already arisen, though in doing so his trousers showed considerable signs of strain. Not being unaware of what was going on in the world, Pamela could not help but glance down once she had noted the swelling there. Seeing this, though saying nothing of it, Lady Bromley smiled anew. Being in a particularly sportive mood this day, she wanted some rather special enjoyment. So, begging Pamela to be seated and plying her much with sherry, Lady Bromley engaged her in apparently earnest conversation about her plans to give occasional lessons to the girls.

Pamela had dreaded this moment. She was little aware that rudimentary education among the rich was often little better than among the poor. The well-to-do had often better ways of disposing of their time than in learning drab additions, multiplications and divisions. In fact, though Belinda could count her bank balance, she was frequently to be found a dunce in other matters. She did not care. Bank balances and pleasure were the most important things of all.

So as much as she asked, Pamela was able to answer to her satisfaction. Whereupon Belinda put her slyest question.

“And the birch, my dear Pamela-you are schooled in the use of that?”

“Oh, no! I mean-not very much.”

Pamela was downcast. She wished that she had pretended she did know a lot. After all, it was surely easy enough to apply a birch to a young girl's bottom. Her expression appeared to say so, but her Mistress- though smiling for reasons of her own-was shaking her head.