Anonymous - Venus in the Country

“What riches!” murmured her Master as he parted her thighs. With some modesty Pamela had attired herself in white drawers. Murmuring fervently herself she received his lips exactly where her mount nestled beneath. Meanwhile she commenced to unbutton her dress at the front in case he wished to examine her more. As she did so, Sir Richard gently lifted the heavenly sphere of her bottom and began to ease her drawers down. Her muff was exquisite. Two pink lips peeped at him shyly from their nest and then he cupped her warm bottom on his palms, sliding to his knees as he did so and commenced to titillate her with his tongue.

Her breasts uncovered, Pamela began to buck and moan. She loved this just as she had liked doing it to Helen. Last night she had tongued Miranda and made her jiggle madly. Making the most delicious noises, she placed both legs upon Sir Richard's shoulders, the better that he could burrow into her cunny. His tongue licked within, making her feel quite heavenly.

An expert at this particular sport, Sir Richard had many times prepared a maiden for the fray by exciting her in this manner. Parting the lovelips, he swept his tongue upwards until he found her button which was excited now to the same degree as his cock.

Pamela's bottom bucked and bounced. Her heels drummed on his back. He was taking longer about it than Mr. Rumple had and she had come once already. Her salty effusion sprayed again upon his tongue, and both partners were ready for the bout.

Quite flushed of face and liking all he had tasted, Sir Richard got up and loosed his trousers. By instinct rather than design, Pamela threw her arm over her eyes, as if in confusion, though not so quickly that she did not see the fine sturdy tool he was exhibiting. His appendages beneath were heavy and hairy and would contain a lot to inject her with, she knew.

When therefore her lordly Master came down upon her, Pamela received him with a shy little cry of pleasure and made sure that her legs were wide open.

“Oh, sir! You are going to inject me, are you not?”

“What a delightful term!” chuckled Sir Richard, who had never heard it used in that way before. “Yes, my dear, I am going to give you the full syringe.”

So saying, and having positioned his swollen crest at the ready, he eased his loins and urged the flaming charger full within. Thus mounted, he commenced nibbling at the pretty nipples which had long erected themselves on Pamela's snowy hillocks.

The maiden writhed and clung to him. There were many ways of being injected, she had come to realise, — and for the moment Sir Richard simply kept her fully plugged and let his cock throb away its message to her.

“Oh! Keep it still like that-it's lovely!”

“I shall try-but how delicious you are! What perfect breasts, what a marvellous bottom. Clamp your legs about my waist and wriggle it!”

Pamela needed no second bidding. Winding her stockinged legs about him, she commenced jogging her bottom just enough to ease his proud cock an inch or two in and out of her. It was a lovely exercise, and she wanted it quite to go on forever, but Sir Richard- having been celibate for the past four days-was eager to spill his sperm. The girl could scarce be any tighter. She gripped him within her. Her eagerness to receive his all was passionately displayed.

Cossetting her bottom on his palms, Sir Richard began to move his prick in and out of the delightful tunnel into which it had ventured. In a moment, casting all restraint aside, their bellies began to smack lustily together.

“Oh! How lovely!” Pamela gasped again and again. Mr. Rumple had taught her in that single night to say many naughty words, but she was not sure whether she should say them now. She contented herself therefore at the peak of her pleasure by a gently whispered “fuck” into Sir Richard's ear.

The pleasure to Sir Richard of hearing such a pretty and apparently well-behaved young lady utter such a term in that velvet tone drove him quite berserk with lust. His loins threshed, his balls swung heartily against her lifted bottom.

Pamela closed her eyes. The word seemed to have had a magical effect upon him, though perhaps it was coincidence. Though she knew it not, young ladies of her age were most often silent when being mounted, having learned little enough how to satisfy a man save by opening their thighs. Perhaps such thoughts went through Pamela's mind, but being somewhat overwrought by the sensation of his prick pistoning so powerfully back and forth, she tried it again. Mr. Rumple had said she could say it.

“F… f…. f… fuck me!” she moaned.

“Ah, my dear, frequently! What a luscious little witch you are!” Sir Richard attained his climactic moment even as he spoke. Inundating her delicious pussy with his sperm, he quivered in delight and quite filled Pamela to overflowing so that her thighs were as sticky as Miranda's had been the night before.

Obediently still, Pamela waited until he had withdrawn and felt herself lovely and swimmy.

“Oh, sir, if only it could last longer!”

Sir Richard, like many men who pursue quick pleasures, had never entertained such a thought before. A frown crossed his fine features lest he had disappointed her, but then he smiled at the roguishly sly look which Pamela had done her best to conceal.

“Would you make it so? Last longer?”

“Well, sir, I imagine it could be done if one was slow enough about it. The girl would enjoy it more, I am sure, and besides it is more seductive.”

Quite taken aback by her impetuous speech, Pamela hid her eyes, fearful that he would upbraid her. Had another wench spoken to him like this, Sir Richard might have done so, but he sensed that this was no common girl. The idea of giving a woman pleasure had rarely come to him. Females, dammit, were made to give men pleasure, and those he had bedded often avowed that no one made them come so much. Now, however, a doubt seized him. Besides, he had never discussed such matters with a girl before.

Drawing her to him as they lay upon the divan, he renewed his caresses about her snowy tits while Pamela shyly held his cock.

“Tell me more of your theories.”

“Well, sir, I fear to offend you, but if a girl's button is played with longer, she comes more and is ready for it more. Then, if the gentleman lies with her and kisses her quite all over in every crevice and everywhere while she plays with his cock, she would be in a rare lather for it. But then I think he must control his movements when he is in her and take longer about it. Indeed, when you held it in me, it was most delicious!”

“I say, good heavens, you are a philosopher of love proper, Pamela! Have you had so much experience, then?”

Pamela's expression showed her shock.

“Oh, no, sir, truly, but I have thought of it. Supposing you were to try and tame a girl. How would you go about it?”

As she spoke, Pamela felt his cock thicken and begin to rise again. This time she gripped it more tightly.

Sir Richard chuckled.

“A good birching perhaps on her bare bottom and then ram it in her quick.”

“Oh, no, sir. Truly you would have the pleasure of her, but would she come back for more? Better to give her a long, light switching and then tease her up a bit. Oh! but what am I saying!”

Pamela was truly astonished at all the ideas she had expressed.

“Naught but the truth, m'dear, as I see it. By Jove, you have cast a new light on things. Many's the girl I have birched and rodded who has run a mile at the sight of me again.”

“There! Do you see! I was truly right, and now this naughty thing of yours is throbbing again and wants to inject me, I do believe!”

“Or fuck you!”

Pamela's smile was one of pure innocence as she lay again on her back.