Venus in the Country

Chapter seventeen

“You will see to all, I trust, Pamela,” Sir Richard had declared upon parting.

Mary had not betrayed her hosts, though what she had otherwise confessed to her severely questioning Mama was not then known. However, the Bromleys deemed it wiser to absent themselves from the scene, and there were thus some hasty and embarrassed farewells between themselves and Lady Waterhouse. Their social diary had been completely put awry by mistaken entries, Belinda had declared with a laugh so tinged with embarrassment that Lady Waterhouse kept her suspicions to herself.

“Indeed I shall see to all,” Pamela promised faithfully and returned to the drawing room, where Lavender Waterhouse had seated herself with some aplomb. Mary, having been duly spanked, sobbed fretfully in her room and wondered whether it had all been worth it.

Her ladyship surveyed Pamela with some interest and patted the brocaded silk of the sofa beside her.

“Come sit with me,” she coaxed.

Innocent-eyed as she made herself appear, Pamela did so and felt an arm slip around her shoulder.

“I'm sure you have secrets, my dear, and quite nice ones,” purred Lavender Waterhouse, who, like her husband, was quite taken with the girl.

“I? Oh, no!”

“Nonsense. I read exciting little secrets in your eyes. Come, look at me,” she invited softly.

Whereupon, turning her face, Pamela was intrigued to find her mouth deliciously kissed, whilst an errant hand passed searchingly over the firm globes of her breasts. Parting her lips delicately, Pamela surrendered to the embrace, wondering just how far it would go. Her gown being but of light merino, her nipples soon announced their pleasure by pressing themselves perkily against the fingertips of Lavender, who found herself quite distracted. She had intended merely to excite the girl and thereby extract from her what she knew about the night's events, but instead a quivering of passion seized the lady and Pamela found herself borne back upon the sofa.

“The s… s… servants!” she stammered even as a questing tongue sidled into her mouth and she felt her skirts being lifted.

“We will go upstairs,” murmured Lavender, who was never lost for words or ideas and remained cool in most situations except when her passion was overheated.

Rather misty-eyed, Pamela allowed herself to be duly led up while Lavender, knowing not of her licentious adventures, maintained a coaxing arm about her waist. Such adventures came infrequently to Lady Waterhouse, and she was determined to make the most of this one, little knowing by what fair chance she had fallen into the right hands. Assenting to all, as if overtaken by events, Pamela allowed herself to be disrobed and then watched her companion do the same.

It was years since Lavender Waterhouse had tongued a pussy as succulent as Pamela's and, laying the girl's legs immediately over her shoulders whilst she herself knelt by the bed, Lavender commenced indulging herself. Slowly up and down did her long tongue lap whilst, all in a quiver, Pamela spread her legs and grasped at the bedcover on either side of her.

“Do you like it?” Lavender asked quite unnecessarily in the middle of her endeavours. The pink interior of Pamela's velvety slit was already slippery with her juices and the girl's eyes rolled. A female tongue is ever more delicate and knowing than a man's, and Pamela had already twice trembled her way to Paradise during the lecherous caresses.

“OOOOH! I w… w… want to do the same to you,” enjoined Pamela, whereat swinging her about so that she lay full length on the bed, Lavender cast her firm body upon hers in such wise, head to feet, that their eager mouths both simultaneously engaged each other's pussy. Quite lost in the passion of their pleasure, and having the door securely closed, each was entirely lost to the world, which in one way was a pity and in another proved a benefit.

For it chanced that the manor was about to receive two visitors, the first being young Rupert, who hoped not only to see his fond aunt again, but also to breach her portals by whatever route might prove most convenient. If she were not there, the young rascal considered, he could perhaps joust either with Helen or Miranda, or even both.

Entering quietly and being advised that the family had departed for France, Rupert nevertheless decided to make himself at home and was quaffing a glass of wine when he learned of the inviting presence of those who we know were then upstairs. This news, perking his spirits up, decided him on a little exploration, wherewith he roamed about upstairs and chanced to lay his hand upon the knob of a door from behind which some most interesting sounds emerged.

Having been better schooled at the hunt ball than ever before, Rupert divined immediately that something very interesting was afoot and thereupon entered as quietly as he could. Faced as he was by a mirror, on first easing open the door, he then saw reflected in it a beauteous and astonishing sight that appeared to him like a risen moon, though of course the object of his immediate entrancement was Lavender's bottom which was poised and wriggling over Pamela's face.

The general posture of the naked pair and the soft slurping of their tongues in and without each other's cunny made for such an invitation as Rupert could not resist. Padding softly around the passion-blinded pair, he doffed his trousers without ado and climbed aboard.

A muffled shriek from both ladies announced their sudden consciousness of his presence, but by then all was at hazard, including the inviting slit of Lavender, within which Rupert's stiff prick slid whilst gliding at the same time over Pamela's tongue.

That young lady, not being amiss to entertain such a visitor-and believing perhaps that Lavender had planned the trio-thereupon obligingly licked his cock in its entering and lavishly dwelt around his balls which in a trice had settled themselves snugly under Lavender's impressive bottom.

Lady Waterhouse, duly astonished but not displeasured-though she knew not who her rider was- acceded to all by fervently kissing and licking Pamela's honeypot the more and working her hips back and forth in measured rhythm with young Rupert's efforts. He, entranced by the ripe smacking of her bottom cheeks against his belly and the inviting squeezing of her cunny, neither knew nor cared who she was, though he knew it not to be his aunt, for Lavender's form was more slender and indeed infinitely more entrancing. Moreover, both he and Lavender had Pamela's tongue to entertain them as well whilst his pestle pounded back and forth. Indeed, joyous in the extreme was the trio, for by bending over Lavender's gleaming back and ensconcing himself to the full in her exquisite grotto, he could caress both their tits at the same time by moving his hands back and forth between them.

Happily thus the bed jolted whilst yet another horseman reined his steed outside. Like his brother-in-law, Lord Waterhouse, Roger had heard of the visit of his sister and niece to the house and was minded to visit them. Finding no servants immediately about, he repaired himself to the upper rooms and tried the first door that came to hand.

By such chance as would have it, he came upon Mary, who was cuddled up fretfully in her chemise and stockings on the bed, having been told by her Mama that she was to stay in all day. Having her eyes closed and not hearing the entrance of her uncle, she made a great start when a hand fell upon her exposed bottom and she found herself gazing up into his eyes.

For his part, Roger had a feast to gaze upon. Having once before had her drawers down when Lavender had commanded him to spank the sweet girl, he was entranced to see her treasures so laid out before him. What delicious legs-what a bottom-what titties!

“Where is your Mama?” he asked, whereupon Mary giggled, for he was quite leaning over her and had laid his hand already upon her thigh.

“I know not, Uncle,” Mary breathed truthfully enough.

“Ah, then I have time to kiss you, have I not?” he enjoined and, before she could speak, had laid his lips on hers and artfully drawn up the hem of her chemise so that her belly and muff were exposed.

“Oh!” squeaked Mary and made to cover herself, but his hands were all about her and feebly as she tried to defend the shrouded bouquet of her pleasure his hand was quick between her thighs, there to caress the pouting slit whose little cavern had already tasted pleasure. Passing from there beneath, Roger's fingers enquired of the firm plump cheeks of her bottom where, without ado, he sought the little rosette in such a tickling manner that-as he intended-a hotly flushed Mary was forced to lift her hips to endeavour to escape the lewd caress.

Having been well and truly mounted the night before, the young maiden was not minded however to resist too long and soon found her fingers clasped about her uncle's manly tool.

“Take off your chemise, my pet,” Roger declared, it being ever his practise to command his females what to do. With freed and fiercely waggling cock, he then got up and closed the door whilst Mary, all of an eager fluster, shyly obeyed and lay back in her stockings to prepare yet again for the Priapic salute. Casting her arm coyly over her eyes, she heard the shuffle of clothing and in a trice received her uncle's naked form upon her.

“Oh!” she gasped for good effect as immediately her rosy nipples became prey to his lips.

“Rub my cock, you little minx,” said her uncle. “Have you not had one before?”

“Oh, no! Where do you put it and what will you do?” lisped the maiden who held herself very tight in preparation for the assault so that he might believe her yet a virgin still. Indeed, so well did she simulate what had passed the night before that Roger strained mightily before his sturdy cock was but half-embedded in her grotto.

“Delicious witch!” he muttered whilst Mary, supine and wriggling under him with her stockinged thighs couched beneath his own, could no longer hide her eager reception of another cock and began to work her bottom while mewing softly into his mouth.

“Spread your legs wider and lift them that I might get it right in! Oh, how deliriously tight you are, my pet!” groaned her uncle, whose prick was being squeezed as if by a gripping hand. For a long moment of not unpleasurable delay, he felt he could go no farther until Mary-relaxing of a sudden her vaginal muscles-felt him slip right in and moaned with pleasure.

“OOOOH!” she quavered. Grinding the curls of her pubic hairs up to his, she coiled her legs about his loins and dug her fingers into his buttocks, for the feeling was quite exquisite.

“I am teaching you to fuck, my pet. Do you like it?” groaned her delighted relative, who thought himself truly the first cock of the walk with her.

“Mmmmmm!” she answered breathlessly, not having expected after the awful events of the morning to be assailed again for a long time.

Roger was entranced to find his amourous little victim, as he thought her, so receptive. Pumping her gently with long strokes that made her bottom bounce merrily, he covered all in sight with kisses-her fluttering eyelids, her cheeks, her rosebud Lips, her neck, and her divine bubbies. Withdrawing his steaming pestle, he ordered her to turn and so place herself on hands and knees that she was presented in a different wise to his cock.

Having perchance already experienced such a wicked variation during the heated proceedings of the night, Mary dutifully obeyed and presented her warm little rump to his pleasure. Thereupon, taking her hips in what he deemed to be a masterful grip, Roger slewed his glistening penis within once more while bending over his pretty prey to cup her ardent tits.

“F… f… f…!” stuttered Mary who knew not whether to dare to say “fuck” or “faster,” for although her vocabulary had been much enlarged in the preceding hours, yet she wished herself not to be thought too wanton.

“Rotate your bottom, my love, for you will then have greater pleasure of it,” groaned her uncle, who delighted in feeling her warm pert cheeks so moving against him. The sperm was already bubbling in his stem, but by great effort he made to delay the exquisite moment as the silky walls of her inviting interior sleeked back and forth on his embedded prick.

For her part, Mary had already come thrice and was so swimming in pleasure that she would have begged for his libation, had she dared, though perhaps being not considered to know such a thing, she kept her counsel.

Smack, smack, went her chubby rear again and again against his belly which was muscular and firm enough since Roger was five years younger than his sister and possessed a penis of considerable virility, as was to be proven that day.

Let us return, however, to the nearby boudoir, where the sportive trio lay all in a delicious huddle, for Lavender by now had received her unexpected due. Her pussy swam agreeably in sperm, and Rupert lay between the pair, receiving amourous appraisal of his cock and balls while, encircling both with his arms, he fondled their tits. By then, of course, Pamela had politely effected the necessary introductions of a more formal nature since neither Rupert nor his voluptuous mount had met before.

That they should do so in such circumstances intrigued and pleased Lavender, who had long nurtured a fantasy to be rodded in such a moment by an unknown. The three therefore exchanged such compliments as fitted the occasion, whilst Rupert literally drooled over such a pair of Venuses whose pussies were tight and velvety and plumply moulded and appeared to beseech his fingers more and more as they lay with their legs apart.

Indeed, being aroused to such a lecherous mood all three discussed all possible modes and manners of doing it. Lavender, who had lived a comparatively sheltered life (which she was beginning to regret) and had never seen a lively pair copulating, desired to do so now, whereat Pamela declared herself willing, their caresses having by then aroused Rupert to renewed expectancy.

Before the pretty deed took place, however, Lavender was minded to ensure that her offspring was obeying her wishes and so, casting but a light robe around her shoulders, she slipped quickly out, bidding the pair with a merry wag of her finger not to commence until she had returned.

Judge therefore the comely lady's extreme astonishment when, quietly opening the door where Mary lay, the full evidence came to Lavender's gaze that the minx was not lying alone. In that very moment Roger was about to expel the jets of his essence and would have done so if a short screech and a startled jerk of Mary's upraised bottom had not frozen him into immobility.

Mary's cry was one of total dismay that such a thing could happen to her twice. That which emitted itself from Lavender's mouth was one of disbelief for, uncorking his throbbing tool, Roger duly presented it to her eyes with as much astonishment as she herself viewed it. Notwithstanding that in a careless moment she had recently entertained it herself, Lavender's cry of dismay reached the ears of Pamela, who-thinking rogues or ruffians had burst into the house-rushed to her side, there to view in turn the spectacle of the naked pair, though she herself was totally unclothed and Lavender's open robe in turn revealed most if not all of her desirable territory.

“Ah! you rogue!” Lavender shrieked at her hapless brother and would apparently have assaulted him had not dear Pamela stepped between, whilst Mary sobbed and hid her face, having not the wherewithal to do the same for her uncovered charms.

“Hush! The servants!” Pamela declared, for already an enquiring commotion was apparent downstairs. Lavender was forced to recover herself. “I shall dress,” she announced in stately fashion, being thankful that Roger could not follow her or he would have discovered Rupert.

“Indeed, we must all do so,” said Pamela in the most practical terms. “I propose that we meet this crisis in civilised fashion.”

“Oh, I could never do that!” Lavender sobbed, entering her room whilst Rupert was sheepishly clambering out from beneath the bed-he having believed that Sir Richard at the least might have returned.

“Nonsense-you shall and you must,” ordained Pamela, who delighted, as we know, in taking charge of such untoward situations and manipulating them as she thought best. One must not be a hypocrite, she advised Lavender quietly whilst Rupert dressed and slipped downstairs.

“P… p… perhaps not,” averred Lavender, who was quite put out that she had not seen what she wanted to but had instead seen what she had not wanted to. “Wh… wh… what is to be done?” she asked, having found herself in the past hours thrown into a veritable turmoil of wicked activities.

“I shall call for tea,” replied Pamela in her best practical manner. Dressing more quickly than her companion, she hastened first to Mary's room, where the flushed pair had finished arraying themselves and were somewhat sheepishly herded downstairs. There, Rupert quite intelligently sprang up and greeted them as if he had just arrived. Lavender, descending in a few minutes, could say nothing immediately, for a maid was then serving tea and biscuits, and all seemed outwardly calm and settled as it should in domestic circumstances. Once the servant had departed, Lavender felt as if her lips were glued, for having unexpectedly presented herself all but naked in company with an even more uncovered Pamela, she no longer knew how to start.

Not being at such a disadvantage-having perhaps had much more practise-Pamela stirred her tea sedately and asked politely as if nothing whatever had happened, “Shall you return home today, Lady Waterhouse?”

Quite bemused by the question, that lady nodded, whilst Mary sat quiet as a mouse and Roger stared at the carpet. “I believe indeed we shall,” she summoned up her voice to say at last, being foolishly relieved at the very ordinariness of the question.

“Then I shall summon carriages,” declared Pamela, who had quickly made up her mind what was to be done and how things were best to be mended. Having so ordained, she made skilful and neat arrangements to place herself in one carriage with Mary and Rupert whilst Lavender and Roger were guided to another. The coachmen, being discreetly instructed not to proceed too quickly, urged their horses into a gentle trot whilst, in the first coach, Lavender wrung her hands and released at last her emotions.

“Oh Roger, how could you!”

“'Twas but the slip of a moment, my pet. Can you not forgive me?” enjoined her brother, whose cock remained unsatisfied from his bout. A curious silence settled between them, then, and Lavender's bottom stirred uneasily-or, it might be thought, fretfully-to the swaying of the seat beneath her.

“How beautiful you both looked naked,” Roger said quietly, for his inquisitiveness was great, and 'twas this that Lavender feared.

Lavender's lips twisted in a smile that she did her best to conceal, for her heart was thumping.

“Really?” she asked and felt a hand steal upon her thigh. Still averting her gaze, she continued to stare out of the window. Little by little she felt him gathering up her skirt but pretended to be totally unaware of such an untoward thing until her thighs were bared. “Ah! what are you at?” she remonstrated, but by then her fervent pussy was already prey to his fingers and the jolting of the carriage made the lips of it surge to his touch.

Endeavouring feebly to wrest his hand away, despite their one previous bout together, Lavender found her mouth submissively placed beneath Roger's.

“Oh, you naughty man, I do believe you to be truly wicked!” she uttered whilst parting her legs more for his convenience and reaching for his cock, which she uncovered deftly. The stem was thick and long, admirably suiting her tastes at that moment as the lubricious events at the manor swam in her mind.

“Indeed, are we not both so?” declared Roger, who had a fine suspicion of what she had been about prior to bursting into the bedroom.

“No, 'tis you,” protested Lavender all too faintly as she was laid back on the seat and prepared for amourous combat, her resplendent thighs, belly, and mottle uncovered to his view.

“Lie still and uncover your breasts,” commanded her brother in such tones as she had never heard before. Indeed, her mouth opened and closed in astonishment before she obeyed him. With senses swimming, she felt the crest of his charger part her petulant lips below while his mouth descended upon her nipples and roamed about the creamy orbs. Quite quivering with desire, she wrapped her arms about him and began to sob her pleasure as inch by inch his stem invaded her. His buttocks heaved, her slit tightened and then relaxed, and with a joyful sigh from both he was lodged within her to his balls.

“Has Mary not been put to the cock before?” Roger murmured whilst pecking at her eager lips and letting the slow jolting of the carriage effect their movements.

“I b… b… believe so,” murmured Lavender in a daze, though she knew well enough by now whose prick had urged its leaping essence into Mary's pretty pussy. “Ah, dearest, fuck me, for it is quite delicious, though I should not say it. Oh, you bad boy, what a cock you have. May I not move my bottom now? Please permit me,” she wheedled coyly, quite enamoured of his masterful behaviour.

“Wriggle it, my pet, yes,” panted Roger who was by now in anticipation of several such bouts that day, one not least of all with Mary, whom he fully intended to rod again. Thus cupping his sister's warm, firm cheeks on his palms, he experienced with bliss her ineluctable fervours as she wriggled and rolled, bringing him on ever closer to the spermatic bliss which within seconds each pantingly enjoyed.

Farther back in the other carriage meanwhile, Pamela had seen to Mary, who she realised was in heat for the injection she had sorely lacked from her uncle. Having drawn the girl across her lap, she had duly uncovered her luscious rear, which presented itself without ado to Rupert's cock. He, by guidance from Pamela, taking the more conventional of the two offered routes, was quickly ensconced and with passionate sobs Mary duly received the pulsing jets of essence which for the moment at least cooled her young desires, but left her ardent for the kisses Pamela then lavished upon her.