Venus in the Country

Chapter thirteen

Alas for Pamela's intentions, the artful quarry which was the subject of the hunt had wheeled about and so thereupon had the merry riders. Scarce had Pamela proceeded half a mile than a loud “Halloa!” came to her ears and past her rushed the red-brown fox in such a scurry that she felt truly sorry for the poor hunted animal.

Perceiving it going in the direction of the manor, she watched its course and then wheeled her steed about as the leading huntsmen raced across the meadows and reached her, their bright red jackets flying open in the breeze.

“Whence did the rascally animal go?” demanded Sir Josiah Spinks who led the race and wondered how on earth Pamela had got where she was. Waving his crop, he looked all about him, but fortunately could espy nothing.

“Ah, sir, I saw it clearly-it wheeled that way, toward the copse,” Pamela replied, indicating in the kindness of her heart quite a different direction from that which the fox had taken. She pointed toward a clump of trees upon rising ground as she spoke, and thereto Sir Josiah turned his attention, though having been rather distracted by the pretty figure this young lady presented. He had not had opportunity to study her before.

Lest there be any noble male or female followers of the sport whose eyes cast themselves upon these pages, it should be explained that no hounds accompanied such occasions as Lady Bromley organised. This was not because the lady was more sporting at heart, but solely for the reason that she had found the yapping brutes a decided nuisance when wending her followers to a quite different form of activity. Hence rarely was a fox ever encountered within fifty yards of these meets, but rather were the females herded in the direction most suited to licentious occasions.

None, however, were novices, lest Sir Josiah's niece, Kitty, could be called such, for she was the next youngest in the party to Pamela and as pretty as a Dresden doll. Indeed, coming upon the pair at a gallop now, she cast a fretful eye upon Pamela, who had given Sir Josiah her very sweetest smile in persuading him where the fox was gone. For Kitty was in much hope of acquiring some small fortune from her uncle's will in due course and was not minded to brook any rivals. True, the old boy had only kissed her and fondled her a little so far, but she quite believed she had become his darling and was minded to keep that post amid jealous jostlings from other of her cousins.

“I do not believe we have met,” Kitty declared primly enough to Pamela, who thereupon in true feminine fashion read all the signs in the girl's eyes.

“'Tis my misfortune that we were not introduced,” Pamela responded politely and-names being thereupon exchanged-the small party of followers arrived, led by their hostess in company with Captain Dancer. To them Pamela also explained where the fox had gone (or had not gone, in fact), and the direction seemed to please Lady Bromley, who thereupon led the hunt forward whilst Pamela dallied in the rear, piqued that her escape to the manor had been cut off.

Approaching the wood, Lady Bromley caused her bold Captain to sound upon his horn, this being the signal not for a further advance but for the mounted servants to arrive bearing hampers and all manner of good edibles, wine and liquors.

“Here we shall rest,” the hostess declared, and the guests seated themselves all about while dazzling white cloths were laid and all set out upon the grass before the servants took their departure. To Pamela's pleasure, the absence of the wanton pair whom she had left behind seemed not to be noticed. Lounging upon the sward in company with all, she partook of chicken, ham, salad, and wine, as all did, until replete and with many satisfied sighs, the ladies lay themselves back in sweet expectancy of the “sweets” they were to receive. As all knew, Lady Bromley invariably produced a surprise on such occasions, and they all waited to see what it might be and how lubricious it might prove.

They had not long to wait, though kissing had already commenced and not a few male hands delved impatiently already within the corsages of the ladies which had been opened already. Pamela lay unattended for the moment, perhaps by some unspoken consent, while Kitty merely had her svelte form lightly caressed by her uncle, who cuddled her fondly. Indeed, heavy with wine, Pamela had already closed her eyes when she heard her name called. Half-sitting up in surprise, she saw that the guests had maneuvered themselves into a wide circle, that several ladies were distinctly showing their bare breasts and that many pairs of breeches had been opened in readiness.

In fact, the sight of so many upstanding pricks, freed of any covering, caused Pamela to think that they looked like so many curious long toadstools. Not unnaturally, she blushed, believing herself to be dreaming, until Belinda Bromley beckoned her in a manner that betokened no refusal. Sweetly flushed as she was and aware that all eyes were upon her nubile form, she advanced through a waiting gap in the circle there to be seized by Captain Dancer who brought her somewhat in the classic manner of St. Joan to her knees.

“Pamela shall entertain us first!” declared Lady Bromley, whereat there were cries of approval, titters from several of the ladies, and indeed also a little applause.

“Oh! what are they at!” asked Kitty, who, having slyly glanced all around her once, pretended great dismay and hid her face in Sir Josiah's waistcoat. It was not her first view of a waggling penis, though she had never seen so many all together before.

“A little sport, my pet, but-ahem-I fear you should not look,” declared her uncle, who had so far not shown her his own doughty tool but now took sly advantage to release it under cover of fumbling about.

“I shall keep my eyes closed, then,” said Kitty. Suddenly a shriek came from Pamela, who was minded not to be treated so rudely. But she was promptly placed on all fours, with the assistance of another gallant, whilst her skirts were tossed up to her hips. This causing her bottom, thighs, and all to be bared, a general sigh of admiration sounded along the trees for the white orb of her bottom looked particularly luscious in the dappled sunlight which filtered through the leaves.

Quite vexed but not entirely unexcited that she should be made queen of the occasion, Pamela decided not to shriek anew, but instead hid her face in her hands and adjusted herself by a slight movement of her hips to whatever might follow. Delighted at her acquiescence-though Lady Bromley herself was a little put out that her guests were not to enjoy a merry struggle-the gallant who had first held her shoulders now downed his breeches and presented his well-standing cock to her lips.

Pamela had but to uncover her face at his gentle nudge and thus had the closest possible view of the rubicund head that glowed in waiting before her. Not without a gesture of simple courtesy did the amourous gentleman lift her chin and, by gently pinching her nose, so caused her lips to part that he was able to insert his weapon between her pretty lips.

A petulant hiss came from Pamela's nostrils as the sturdy, fleshy shaft intruded into her mouth a full four inches and slid over her tongue. But the sound she emitted, being one of faint surprise, was occasioned also by the fact that the Captain, positioning himself in her rear, had upped her delightful bottom slightly wherewith to ease his cock in turn into her nest. Thus assailed at both ends, Pamela uttered a not disagreeable choking cry and absorbed both inch by inch until her warm posterior nestled firmly into the Captain's belly and her mouth somewhat miraculously-as she thought- absorbed another two inches of the other cock.

Lady Bromley's eyes literally glowed at the lewd spectacle. Her own skirts already being raised, she presented herself on her back with her stockinged legs indelicately raised in the air and her cuntlips gaping for the first prick that should assail it.

Being of a neat turn of mind, the Lady Belinda had so arranged matters that the number of gentlemen exceeded by four the number of ladies. Thus it followed that of occasion the shapely “mares” could be put to two stallions at once, as Pamela had already discovered. Succulent as her cunny and mouth were-having been appropriately pleasured but an hour ere this-she was affording both her fervent steeds exquisite pleasure. While one moved out of her slit, the other moved in between her lips and thus a perfect rhythm was commenced as both stiff cocks were oiled by her juices and her saliva. Smacking her pert bottom back and forth, she began to enjoy herself no end, though not forgetting an occasional fretful wriggle as if to demonstrate that she was being forced to the occasion.

Murmuring pleasurably and whilst keeping her eyes upon the trio in order to further excite her own senses, Lady Bromley was not slow in receiving her own first salute. Well rodded as her cunny was, it had lost none of its elasticity as the Right Honourable Dick Mountjoy found when he cast himself with glee between her plump thighs. One of her many followers, he had oft given her his cock before and found her generous body ever to his taste. With a distinct squishing sound, he entered his rearing tool in the moist, warm grotto and commenced working his buttocks with gusto.

Indeed, all around the sward such scenes were being repeated, some ladies upping their naked bottoms eagerly while others settled for the missionary position and couched themselves wide-thighed to receive their swains. Even before they were entered, their cunnies already pulsed with pleasure, for Lady Bromley and her companions had early discovered that a gentle jolting upon a leather saddle soon warmed and made ready the female lovepot and its attendant orifice in the most voluptuous manner.

Sweet Kitty was by then also experiencing a pleasurable sensation between her thighs, for in cuddling against her uncle and so coyly presenting her back to the lewd sights around them, her docile fingers had already-and quite by chance, naturally-come into contact with the throbbing eminence of flesh which reared its hopeful head between them.

No sooner had he felt the passing touch than Sir Josiah, his senses all a-swim, dared to grope up her skirts, laying bare her white-stockinged legs and the smooth girlhood of her curves right up to her navel. Thus obtaining his first glimpse of her furry honeypot which the up-and-down motions of her riding had pleasantly moistened, he made hypocritical pretence of trying to cover her again while smothering her face with kisses.

Pretty Kitty knew exactly of course what was going on behind her. Amourous activities not being infrequent in the large country houses where the devil afforded seeking hands much work to do, she had already been much fondled, coddled, and even had had her pussy several times surreptitiously juiced while her fond Mama had thought her employed in needlework in her room. Thus Kitty had learned how to thread the needle, and the longer and thicker it was, the better she enjoyed it.

Now prey to the ever more passionate kisses of her uncle, she tossed and sighed, expressing all sorts of pretty, wondering sighs as his finger fondled her pussy. Being of an artful nature, she attempted not to clasp his manly tool, however, until he drew her fingers around it.

“Oh Uncle, what is it?” she gasped, ensuring that her warm fingers held the throbbing rod in a manner to please him.

Casting her then on her back and throwing up her clothes with new abandon, Sir Josiah spread her legs without ado and gazed down with fond passion at the glistening slit her pussy curls enfolded. Sticking up from his belly now that her hand had abandoned it, his cock appeared to present quite a menace to her, for she gasped and heaved her white belly in a manner of apparent terror though in reality it was but to attract him to the deed.

“We are about to fuck, my pet, to juice your adorable little slit-see! as all are now doing!” he declared. Even while Kitty appeared to gaze in surprised horror at what was about them, his fiery crest was nosed between the poutings lips of her slit and driven up within.

Kitty received the swollen shaft with a low squeal, for if he thought himself to be the first upon her, she was sure that she would eventually benefit more thereby. And so a sweet struggle ensued which with every jerking of her bottom but ensured that her stallion was ever more firmly sheathed.

“Oh, no, how wicked! Take it out!” she panted and would have squeezed tears into her eyes were it not for the undoubted pleasure she was receiving.

“Disobey me not, my love-open your legs wider, work your pretty bottom, for I am but almost all in you,” panted the ardent Sir Josiah, whose stiff cock was so rightly clenched that he almost came thereupon.

Gasping and heaving as if she would dismount him, Kitty uttered many a pleading squeak, the more thereby to excite him as she knew it would. Her cunny was warm and soft, and by now she held it all within her and was minded not to lose it until he had expended all his manly essence.

“Oh, you are making me! How big it is!” she breathed.

“Do you not like it?”

“Oh, yes! I should not, though. Ah, how you are basting me with it. Ooooh! Aaaaah!”

Belly to belly, the pair thus heaved their pleasure whilst all around them sounded cries and groans of bliss. Lying now on her side, Lady Bromley presented her ample fundament to another swain whilst that which had been entertaining her slipped from her well-spermed slit. A grunt, a gasp, and her new assailant was lodged deep between the fat cheeks of her bottom in the same moment that the spouting cocks which Pamela was in course of receiving fore and aft loosed their jets of come within her mouth and in her cunny.

Rolling her eyes and wriggling her bottom in a most unladylike manner, she urged the Captain by her fevered movements into releasing the last fine spurts of sperm even as the wet knob of the other slipped from her mouth. No sooner, however had the pair of swains lain temporarily exhausted than a third-taking fine opportunity of her well-raised bottom-took his place and seized her hips, according her as fine a salute in her bottom as Lady Bromley was in process of receiving.

For her part, Kitty had entered well into the throes of being fucked and with raised legs and wanton murmurs was urging on her uncle while hotly breathing in his ear that she would not tell her Mama provided he were thenceforth kind to her.

“For every fuck I shall buy you a diamond ring,” panted the improvident Sir Josiah, who was nearing the end of his course and could feel the delicious bubbling of sperm in his balls.

“Oh, how nice!” responded Kitty, who fully intended that he should give her much more than that. “You shall fuck me often-for that indeed is what you have said it is called-and may do it upon my bed when Mama thinks I am doing needlework. Oh! Your naughty finger-it is in my bottom!”

“Where my prick shall also go ere we depart, my pet,” her uncle panted. Feeling her stockinged legs coil tighter around him, he screwed his eyes up, releasing the long jets of his glutinaceous essence with infinite bliss. Squeezing the interior of her cunny artfully, Kitty made sure that she received every drop. Until this day she had not had a prick in her bottom and had never entertained the thought, nor was she minded to-being quick at thought-until at least a diamond necklace adorned her neck.

Alas for her artfulness, all being at pillage, she had no sooner been dismounted than other hot and eager eyes were upon her wantonly uncovered form. Having performed such deed as he had done, and being in that moment somewhat weakened of his powers, her uncle could do no more than watch as his niece was turned over upon her knees and a fine upstanding cock presented to her nether cheeks.

Such ensuing wails as issued from pretty Kitty's throat were such as Lady Bromley had expected Pamela to utter. Somewhat to her dismay, however, that young lady had received all with considerable aplomb, not to say satisfaction, and it was now to squealing Kitty that all eyes turned as the rosebud of her bottom was slowly breached. Pegged to the full, at last, she sobbed and beseeched while all about her as could move applauded. Not a one of the ladies was not given to all varieties of the sport and a maiden bottom cleft was ever a fair sight.

Thus Kitty's sobbing wails rose unheeded until, as all knew would transpire, the pleasure of the manly piston took her and her moans became those of pleasure rather than of assault. Indeed, a hushed silence fell over the lewd throng who rested from their own endeavours to watch the sturdy cock ease back and forth between her tight cheeks until-speeding its endeavours and with many a loud smacking sound of Kitty's bottom against her assailant's belly-the spouts of come were loosed within their tight, warm haven, causing both partners to quiver with bliss.

In such wise was sweet Kitty completely undone, for ere the afternoon was out and lulled by wine and artful compliments she acceded further to the pleasure of her uncle and lent her bottom to his will whether he gave her necklace or ring or not.

Not until the hour of five struck from some distant steeple did the assembled ladies repair their disorder, being assisted upon their horses by gentlemen as happily weary as they. A little piqued with Pamela, Lady Bromley said nothing to her en route. It was as well, since Pamela could make her way indoors to seek her charges without interference from her ladyship, who immediately went to her room and called for champagne.