Venus in the Country

Chapter fifteen

Having by now ridden four maidens of the parish, the Reverend Edmund Hart was in prime condition to attend the hunt ball, it having been finally settled that he would do so in the guise of a monk and Agnes as a nun.

In such garb, Agnes in particular felt they would look their most respectable and enjoined her dear brother not to indulge in any lewd or unseemly acts- whereat he naturally protested much, saying that he would not dream of it in the presence of their august hosts. At the same time, being ever more conscious of his sister's voluptuous charms, he advised her the same and so a pact was made.

Unknown to the pair of schemers, however, Pamela had her own ideas upon the matter and was minded to revenge herself for the lordly manner in which they had treated her, though she had found it not totally unenjoyable. The punch that was to be served that evening had been mixed under her supervision, and the fact that the dear girl knew little enough about such potent mixtures added in the end to its potency, as all were to discover.

Conserving such wisdom as she could summon in the entire matter, Lady Bromley calmly accepted all the new arrangements, being minded to bide her time and oust Pamela when the first opportunity arose. Miranda presented quite another problem, for she would have to be confined to her room during the festivities. This Pamela gave much thought to, being convinced that the little minx would, in any event, spy upon the proceedings at some stage-and that at which her presence might be the least heeded. Aware in her own discreet ways that Miranda had been guided to her destiny the night before and most pleasurably corked, Pamela decided to let her attend in the guise of a pretty little shepherdess, whilst ensuring that she wore a tight and secure pair of drawers that would at least cover her modesty should her skirts be lifted.

Unknown to Pamela, however, Miranda-having several times absorbed the manly juices of her sire during the night-was not of a mind to conform to such undesirable safeguards of her treasures and so, with nimble fingers, and the aid of a pair of scissors parted the offending garment fore and aft before descending to the revels.

In all previous times, Lady Bromley had seated her selected guests at dinner, plying them with such an ” abundance of varied dishes and so many bottles of wine and champagne that all were well primed. So much so had they been on such occasions that twice had a different maidservant been put over the great dining table during the courses and, amid much bibulous laughter from the ladies and gentlemen, been put to the cock ere she could assist in serving the dessert.

All this Pamela would have none of. Such occasions were to be completely shielded from the servants, she vowed, and in place of a seven-course dinner she had arranged an elaborate buffet of which many bowls of her special punch provided the centrepieces. For the first two hours of the merriment, during which chastity was preserved, a small orchestra played and thus helped to uplift even more the spirits of the company in anticipation of what was to follow. The musicians being dismissed at the hour of eleven, all was ready for the voluptuous revels.

Somewhat bemused by the liquor he had imbibed, the Reverend Hart was delighted to find that the mysteries of his cassock attracted the wandering hands of several ladies. Unknown to Agnes, he had left himself totally unadorned beneath, and hence his cock and balls were free to explorations. Indeed, in no time at all the considerable weapon prodded forth from the gap in his robe-a phenomenon which Agnes might have ensured was hid again were it not that she herself was under amourous assault. At her rear, one gentleman thrust his hand up beneath her black garb to explore the large hemispheres of warm, firm flesh that he was quick to discover. Another meanwhile delved his hand between her titties and discovered the gelatinous mounds so much to his liking that he was quick to uncover them and commence sucking upon her protruding nipples.

It was all exceedingly unseemly, Agnes decided, but as everyone else seemed to be in course of disrobing or uncovering the other dozen girls and ladies, she felt not entirely alone. Pamela was quick to espy, however, that the inviting bottom of Agnes had been the first to reveal itself and so roundly declared that she should be put to the birch for “inviting wickedness.”

Delighted at the intrusion of such a hypocritical interlude, all around her assented eagerly, whereat a surprised and protesting Agnes was dragged and carried by willing hands to a convenient bench over which she was put without further ado. In all other circumstances, her brother Edmund might well have gone to her rescue, but precisely at that moment, two ladies of distinction were providing him with sufficient attention to distract him completely. One, it must be confessed, had already taken his large glowing knob into her mouth, whilst the other, whose skirts were to her waist, exuded willing sighs while Edmund fervently fondled her well-padded notch.

The two gentlemen who had assisted in laying a bare-bottomed Agnes over the table were soon at station. Whilst she, crying for mercy, was held by Pamela and a sporting-minded Helen (the two, naturally, being mistaken for one another in their dresses), the first swishing cut of the birch was applied to the plump posterior of Agnes, who duly raised her head as far as she was able and howled.

“A dozen!” declared Pamela, abjuring that they should be neither too hard nor too soft. Thereupon the gentleman wielding the birch was only too delighted to comply and gained much fascination from watching the wriggling contortions of Agnes's broad-curving hips as the twigs gradually applied a rosy hue to her ample nether cheeks.

“Edmund!” shrieked the dame in all despair and yet in vain, for the lips of his one female attendant and the juicy pussylips of the other were absorbing Edmund's every moment. He was long past caring what was done, and his excitement was heightened by several lubricious spectacles. To his left, Lady Bromley had succeeded in a long-cherished ambition to nurture two manly stalks in her at once. This she had achieved by straddling her swain, Mountjoy, who lay flat on the floor with his breeches off. Being mounted upon him, Belinda was able to rock herself up and down on his cock whilst to her rear a penis of slightly lesser proportions was engaging its crest at the round mouth of her bottom.

Had Lady Bromley known that her rear assailant was her nephew, Rupert, she might of course have been deeply shocked. Pamela had invited him herself on a whim, feeling at the least that he might entertain Miranda if only by kissing and caressing her. This jolly little picture had in fact salved Pamela's conscience, and she had not allowed for the fact that the randy young fellow was then more attracted by his aunt's mature charms.

No sooner had he seen her sheathing herself down upon the offered penis than he made up behind her, unbuttoned her corsage, wherewith to feel and caress her resplendent tits, and presented his charger to the cheeks of her bottom. To this Belinda responded with an inviting little push, not bothering even to turn her head to see who was further at her. Thus, seizing her fleshy hips in gentle warning that she might perhaps remain still for a moment, he dared to lower his hands (finding her acquiescent) and parted the luscious fat cheeks of her bottom.

The rosy orifice that thus presented itself to him had already been well tried, though never-oddly enough-whilst a stiff penis was already engaged in her cunny. Sinking right down on Mountjoy's tool and sidling her long tongue fervently into his mouth, Lady Bromley presented the most admirable of targets. Hollow moans of pleasure came from her and her nephew as the spire of his cock urged itself greedily within her narrower orifice, found warm lodgement, and then proceeded manfully inward.

Gurgling her desire, the wicked Belinda began to surge her hips gently back and forth, quite feeling all the breath taken from her for a moment as she received the double tribute. But that she liked it was in no doubt, and soon all three were in full flight much to the fascination of several flushed and busy ladies who vowed to try the same.

Meanwhile, to the other side of Edmund, sweet Miranda was betraying the disarranged state of her drawers by being bent back over a table by the selfsame Sir Josiah whose earlier exploits have been noted. A trifle aged, his cock was nevertheless frequently active still, and indeed had been engaged once more in Kitty's bottom earlier that day. Miranda, being two years younger than his niece, had soon attracted his haggard gaze, and he was delighted to find that her cherry had already been popped.

Made femininely aware now of how she should conduct herself in such naughty circumstances, Miranda made play at first to struggle a little, which duly excited the old boy to such a pitch that, opening wide her pretty thighs, he rammed himself into her tight grotto without more ado and began pounding his pestle with considerable vigour.

Kitty herself might have been fretful at the sight of this new contestant for her uncle's favours, had she not been similarly engaged with the very gentleman who had corked her bottom in the woods. On this occasion he contented himself with needling her notch, so to speak, and found the clamping of its pouting lips of the most ardent nature as he squeezed back and forth in her sweet slit and brought her to come more than once before she finally received the warm gushing of his libation.

By then, of course, the heating of poor Agnes's bottom had been well and truly concluded with the result that she had the first of several waiting penises in her fundament-a pleasure to which Pamela decided to leave her, having as she felt sufficiently humbled her for the occasion and being (it must be confessed) a trifle overexcited by the magnificent orgy that was proceeding around her…

Casting all cares to the winds, and convinced in any event that the whole night was but a dream, Edmund had laid one of his ladies upon the other on a pile of cushions and-inserting his cock in the pussy of the uppermost while working himself back and forth on the delicious cushions of her bottom-brought the pair to act like cooing doves with their tongues ever busy within each other's mouth.

'Twas then in fact that Pamela espied what otherwise might have been the rape of Miranda, had not the saucy girl been breached the night before. Complimenting himself no end on his prowess, Sir Josiah was in that moment pumping his sperm within her to the exceeding pleasure of both.

Sir Richard, not inactive, had already fucked one of the ladies in full sight of his spouse, whose cries of pleasure rose above all. The first to reach the end of his course, Mountjoy had already spouted in her, somewhat to her dismay, for she had wanted to feel the injections of both at once. Resting her panting form upon him, she did her best to engage his cock in her slit still while waggling her well-corked bottom amourously for the other.

In a trice, her nephew had obliged and such was the excess of his pleasure as his throbbing prick loosed its essence in her bottom that he slewed her face about and brought her face to his. Intruding her tongue within his mouth for the first time, Lady Bromley therewith became conscious of the identity of the lusty young male who was satisfying her so deeply.

“P… p… pump me, Rupert!” she nevertheless implored him, and he, being more than so willing to do so, hugged her hips with delight and veritably filled her to the brim, withdrawing finally with a “Plop!” which brought warm trickles of sperm to emerge from her nether route and run down the backs of her thighs, there to settle in bubbling rills around the tops of her stockings.

Misty-eyed, Edmund gazed upon the astonishing scenes while giving his all to each of the ladies beneath him in turn, he having found it possible to slip out by one route and in by another so that all three received more than a little satisfaction.

Maintaining all her discretion despite her warmly aroused state, and well pleased that all should have turned out so well, Pamela absented herself quietly upstairs. By then Helen had been upturned over the rolled arm of a sofa, her bottom amourously working to the loins of her Papa, who naturally believed her to be Pamela, for the sly maiden said naught in receiving what she now considered to be one of her natural benefits in life. Working the well-furred mouth of her cunny back and forth on the doughty cock and keeping her face well hid in a cushion, Helen answered the passionate words in her ears with only assenting murmurs, for she, too, had come already to understand that discretion was the better part of pleasure and that a stiff cock taken was a joy both given and received.

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.