Venus in the Country

Chapter six

Making not a sound, Carrie descended the stairs and made herself a cup of tea to get over the shock. She had always looked upon the pair as the most respectable of people, but now her eyes were opened to a new light. Indeed to make sure that she had seen what she believed she had seen and that she was not bewitched, Carrie ventured up the stairs anew and once more gazed upon the orgiastic scene. Both combatants being naked, she could see all that she wished to see, including most of all the doughty plug of Edmund's prick.

Retiring again to the kitchen, which she ever considered to be her own domain, Carrie renewed her refreshments, this time with a liberal dose of whisky which she added to her tea. What to do about the whole matter she did not know. She was fond of Agnes, and while the Vicar was a gloomy man, he was not ungenerous.

Carrie liked having discussions with herself, so she debated whether she should make a scandal of it and so upset the entire parish, or keep the matter hushed. Such things happened in the big houses-all the servants knew it-but now it was on her own doorstep.

Being partial to a drop, Carrie had some more tea and whisky until she became rather merrier than she meant to and began to make a great to-do clattering pots and pans about. Naturally, the resulting noise rang through the vicarage and made Edmund and his sister start up. Indiscreetly having left the bedroom door open, both feared the worst and clung to each other like babes in the woods. Edmund found the morning embrace of his naked Venus so exciting that he would have had her under him again.

“Oh, Edmund, no! Good heavens, suppose she had seen us.”

“That I doubt, my love, for she never ventures upstairs at this hour. We are safe, I do believe. Let us close the door and make merry for a moment.”

“No, Edmund, you are very naughty to suggest it. Go, sir, to your own room and repair yourself. What a condition you are in!”

Indeed, Edmund had as fine a cock-rise as he had ever achieved and would have wrestled with her for his bounty had not some semblance of sanity returned to him. Gathering up his tousled garments, he made quickly to his bedroom, where he was forced to conceal his considerable penis as best he could in its stiff state. Agnes, meanwhile, being much concerned at the dire possibility that their sins had been unveiled, threw on her nightgown and made for the kitchen.

This she found in as great a disarray as she had left her bed. Pans were tossed in the sink. Pots lay upon the floor.

“Oh, Carrie, what are you at?”

Carrie was not herself. A woman of forty, whose husband poked her insufficiently for her needs, she had sat for the last five minutes entertaining wicked thoughts of what must have passed between Agnes and Edmund during the night. Like many who wrestle between conscience and imagination, the latter had won. Her mind was a ferment of erotic ideas which spread the more she tried to resist them.

“I, indeed, Miss Agnes!” she sneered. “I have been playing games, it is true, but none so nice as you. Oh, what will your dear sister say, for you know how proper she is, inspecting everything each time she comes.”

Thoroughly aghast that Carrie knew their secret, Agnes resorted to woman's best defence by bursting into tears.

“Oh, Carrie, we were misled by the devil. I fear we imbibed too much. Poor Edmund was not at fault. I acted as his temptress. Will you not forgive me and swear you will say nothing? The scandal would be such that we would be hunted from the parish and poor Edmund would lose his living!”

“Well, Miss Agnes, if you had such a nice time of it, then perhaps I should say nothing. I knows well enough my old man don't give it to me as much as he should, and those that falls only occasionally by the wayside is as bad off as I.”

“Oh, Carrie, you mean you will say nothing?”

Being somewhat loose of mind as of tongue in that moment, Carrie rose and embraced her mistress. A whisky-laden kiss bestowed itself upon Agnes's cheek.

“I won't say nothing, Miss. I thought you looked as fair a pair as I ever saw lying there in the Garden of Eden as it were and in a state of Nature. Did he give it to you nice?”

Quite overcome by such words, Agnes knew not what to say, though she was so overwhelmed with relief that her mind all but deserted her. That she must appease Carrie in every way she had no doubt. Blushing exceedingly, she hid her face.

“Yes, Carrie, he did.”

“Did he do it once like my old man does and then turn over and snore?”

“Oh, Carrie, why are we talking like this-it is quite improper. I know that I fell into sin, but shall not do it again, I swear.”

Carrie giggled. It did not seem to matter what they said or did now, for they were all as bad as one another, servants and masters. Clutching Agnes as she was she took a good feel of her bottom which felt nice and warm and round under her nightgown.

“Come, Miss Agnes, what hypo… hypo… hypopopcrisy,” said Carrie, who knew not how to say the word. “I vow he had it in you more than once by the manner in which you were holding his cock while you were asleep. If you refuse to say, then I shall have to change my mind.”

“No, Carrie, I beg you. Oh, you naughty woman, what are you lifting my nightgown for? Pray stop-you make me wriggle. Yes, I confess, Edmund did it more than once to me-thrice, in fact.”

“What a cock he must have, then, I always thought it. You means to keep it to yourself now, I suppose?”

“What, Carrie? Oh! Stop feeling me there-you make me feel quite strange. Take your finger out!”

Edmund was emerging from his bedroom and betaking himself to his study to arrange his papers for the day when he heard the strange sounds coming from below. At first he could not believe his ears, for Carrie was ever a quiet woman and he had prayed fearfully that Agnes had allayed any suspicions their housekeeper might have had.

Quite a wrestling match was afoot in the kitchen now, for Carrie-besieged by lewd thoughts and ideas which her own frustrations did much to encourage- had completely upped her mistress's nightgown and was caressing Agnes in all parts, particularly her plump and hairy dell.

Agnes's legs quivered. She had tried to repel the attack, but now a delicious feeling was creeping over her. Her quim became ever moister, and her hips responded to the salutations of Carrie's fingers. Bumping her bottom against the dresser, she found their tongues suddenly entwined.

“Oh, Carrie, what are we at?”

“About to have a fair time of it, I think. I knows you're excitable, I can feel it. I love to feel where he put it in. Oh, what wouldn't I give to have it, too!”

Agnes had become quite dizzy with all the caresses she was receiving. No part of her ample bottom, thighs, or slit was left untouched.

“Ah, Carrie, will you say nothing, then? Will you swear?”

Carrie did not answer at first. In fact, she did not know what she was saying. Her words had raced on far past her original intentions. The oily lips of Agnes's cunny on her fingers excited her as much as the thought of Edmund's cock. Unable to contain herself, she fell to her knees and, with Agnes leaning back against the dresser, commenced tonguing her slit while feeling beneath her dress for her own.

This was the astonishing sight upon which Edmund came. Agnes's nightgown, drawn down from her shoulders, displayed her large breasts to perfection. The nipples were wet and pointed where Carrie had tongued them. With her legs straddled and her eyes rolling, his sister was all but naked. Her belly rippled with pleasure as Carrie's long pink tongue worked beneath her bush. The housekeeper's skirt was so far cast up that he could see a second luxuriant growth of curls in which Carrie's fingers were working as industriously as her lips and tongue.

“Oh, Edmund!”

“Agnes! Carrie!”

“Edmund, you must save us!”

Believing that Agnes meant it was she who was to be saved, her gallant brother bent and wrestled Carrie from her amourous task. The excited woman, thereupon casting her arms tightly about his neck, dragged him down with her to the floor, where they fell with a bump.

“Edmund! do not delay!” Agnes cried.

She saw every advantage now in having Carrie satisfied upon the spot. In any event, her lubricious excitement was at its peak. Casting herself down in turn upon the floor beside the pair, Agnes made such haste as she could to uncover his cock-a gesture which the bewildered Edmund at first failed to understand. Nevertheless, once the doughty weapon was exposed and found its knob nestling in perfect readiness against the lips of Carrie's quim, the excited man could do naught else but driven in.

Carrie received the rude assault with a cry of pleasure. Raising her uncovered legs, she wound them strongly about Edmund's waist in such measure that but a second or two followed before the fleshly rod was fully ensconced in her.

“Kiss me, Edmund! Oh, dearest, give it to her well!”

A long moan of delight escaped all three in their triple embrace.

“Oh, what a big cock-move it fast!” Carrie cried.

Edmund, quite berserk with lust, passed his tongue back and forth into both their mouths, fondling Agnes's breasts and bottom while threshing his manly weapon back and forth in a slit which he found almost as luscious as his sister's. For her part, wanting to view the lubricious proceedings more closely and never having dreamed to view such a delicious spectacle, Agnes rose to her knees and drew Edmund's trousers down.

Thereby, with Carrie's legs raised, Agnes was able to see all. Excited beyond recall, she began to tickle their conjoined parts while couching her brother's wobbling testicles in her palm.

“Is she nice, Edmund? How tightly her lovelips ring about your cock!”

“Delicious, my pet-come, he beside us again that I may feel your own!”

“Ah, sir, I am coming! Oh, what pleasure! How you ram me!”

“My God, what pleasures! Open your legs wider, Agnes! Ah, I have you both now! What magnificent bottoms you both have!”

Thus, amid many wild and lewd cries, wherein all modesties were totally abandoned, the three ran their course until Edmund had ejected the throbbing leaps of his sperm and received their liquid tributes both upon his cock and his fingers.

A long silence and many kisses ensued until they finally disentangled themselves, first casting glances of shame and embarrassment about them and not daring to meet one another's eyes until Agnes broke the silence with a laugh.

“Dear Edmund, be not dismayed. Carrie was in as much need of your cock as I. I'm sure it need not be your last bout together, but next time we must all make ourselves more comfortable. Come, let us all kiss again and declare ourselves given to our pleasures, for the world will know naught about it.”

“That is true, Miss, I have not had the like of such a one for many a year,” Carrie said and cast herself into both their arms in turn.

“Well, then, all shall proceed as usual,” Agnes declared, though in truth she meant the reverse. Her naturally lustful nature had now broken fully to the surface, as had Edmund's, who insisted upon fondling their thighs, slits and bottoms anew before they deemed it proper to go about their daily affairs.

Agnes's eyes thoroughly sparkled. There were many young ladies and girls who came to the vicarage from time to time upon different affairs, and she was minded now to let Edmund enjoy himself with as many as possible. Determined that he should henceforth share her bed, she saw no cause for jealousy there. Rather did she look forward with pleasure to seeing her brother's weapon pleasuring such as might succumb to it, for she had found almost as much pleasure in viewing as in receiving.

This she communicated to Edmund that very night when, stripped for their pleasure, they lay abed. Playing fervently with his cock, which she had already sucked, she thus spoke to him.

“There are banns to be raised shortly for a marriage. I believe the young lady's name is Pamela, though I have seen her not. She will be ignorant, no doubt, as many country girls are, and they say she is quite pretty.”

Such a message did not fail to communicate itself to her brother, whose years of celibacy had come to such an unexpected end.

“Are you minded that I should fuck her, my love?”

“Why not, dearest, for are you not about to do that very thing to me? We must explain to her that it is the proper course for a girl to run so that she may be proven fit for the marriage bed.”

“What ingenuity!” Edmund exclaimed, for he too could now see the old vicarage becoming a veritable harem. “Turn over, my dear, and kneel, for I have a different pleasure for you tonight.”

Not doubting that he intended to breach her bottom, Agnes made no demur. Indeed, she had prepared for it, fully intending to enjoy it that way as much as any other.

“See the little saucer of oil, Edmund, on the cabinet? Dip your fingers in it and apply it first to my bottom and then to your cock, for then we shall both enjoy an easier passage.”

Edmund acceded to the suggestion with enthusiasm, marveling at his sister's thoroughness. In a moment his oiled and gleaming knob was presented to her rosy hole. Bending over her and cupping her breasts, he began most blissfully to ease it in, causing Agnes to wriggle exceedingly. Tight as her passage was, she could feel every vein on his prick and the sensation made her quite delirious.

Turning her face, She passed her tongue cowlike into his mouth and began pressing her haunches back inch by inch, until with many a pleasurable moan from both, he was lodged full within and her warm bottom cheeks bulged against his belly.

“Oh! Edmund, oh! What divine pleasure! You have cleft your Maid Marian with your arrow!”

And so, with the vicarage doors safely locked and bolted from all intrusion, the lubricious pair commenced their new exercise with all fond pantings of pleasure.