Venus in the Country

Chapter nine

“You mean to have the girl join the hunt prior to the fancy-dress ball, my love?”

Captain Dancer's brow wrinkled with astonishment as he gazed upon his paramour who lay with him in the summerhouse.

In circles such as theirs, only people of their own social rank rode to hounds and although Pamela was more than a domestic servant, there were many who would gaze askance were she to be invited even to share breakfast with them.

“Indeed I do, Henry,” replied Lady Bromley, “for I mean to have the girl thoroughly debauched, and what better opportunity than when we are out in the field? I have not missed the glances that Dick has cast upon her. Perhaps she is not such an innocent as we think. I intend to bring her firmly into my sphere of influence. Besides, she would make a good go-between, do you not think?”

The Captain chuckled heartily. The pair had surreptitiously enjoyed many such as Pamela, but the fond gaze of Mamas was too frequently cast upon their nubile offspring to protect them from the wiles of the world. To the end of which his inamorata spoke, Pamela would make an excellent foil.

“I understand you well, my love. You mean that she can first engage them in little conversaziones, so to speak, and so gain their confidence?”

“Precisely, Henry, and a little more than that-for she will be seen to be acting as a chaperone, and I shall put it about that she may be used as such.”

“I say, Belinda, what a devilish good idea-a spider in disguise to lead them into the web, what?”

“My goodness, Henry, the very idea has enlivened you even more than I thought it would. Why, what have we here? Why, sir, it is a delightful size already!” cooed Belinda, who sought amidst the quickly unfastened buttons of his trousers.

The Captain's cock veritably glowed already, and Lady Bromley was sufficiently au fait with men to know that it was not solely her own charms which had aroused him, but the thought of what lay ahead.

While Henry endeavoured to hide his confusion by kissing her uncovered breasts and thighs, she would have none of it, for such prizes as he would enjoy through her machinations would be as much hers as his.

“Of whom are you thinking, my pet? Not only of your Belinda, I feel sure. No, Henry, dear, deny it not. Is it not that delightful young thing, Mary Waterhouse?”

Groping her bare bottom with one hand and parting her voluptuous, stockinged thighs with the other, the Captain commenced tickling her deliciously while confessing that it was.-

“The selfsame, my dearest-the youngest daughter of Lady Waterhouse-scarce sixteen, if that, and with such a delightful pair of bubbies, not to say the most inviting of bottoms. Such as she would make my cock rise every half-hour. We have thought of her already, have we not?”

Lady Bromley's hot gaze answered him. Mary was an adorable little thing. Not a fortnight had passed since she had last visited. On that occasion while her Mama was out of the room, the fond Captain had daringly groped her bottom while Belinda waggled a playful finger at him and kissed the girl's rosy lips while imploring her to say nothing of “the naughty man” to Lady Waterhouse.

Mary had agreed with a coy giggle, her fervent curves having slyly appreciated the manly caress of the Captain's palm. It was all her dear Mama's fault, in any event, Mary had decided, for during her Papa's absence, Lady Waterhouse had acceded to Mary receiving a spanking from her uncle. It was true that it was only a little one, but in the interim her Uncle Roger had fondled her bottom much more intimately than a brief session of corporal punishment normally allowed.

Wriggling upon his lap, Mary had distinctly felt the rising of his cock beneath her tummy where her skirt was drawn up. Affecting many a sob and a tear, she had then been hoisted upon his lap in different fashion so that she found her warmed-up bottom cheeks resting upon the tool which throbbed so ardently.

“One little kiss, my dear, and we shall be good friends again, shall we not?” the crafty man had insisted, whereupon Mary had found her lips quite swooningly fastened beneath his own and his hand unfastening her bodice so rapidly that her firm young orbs soon nestled in his palms.

Beginning to enjoy the experience to which the tingling in her lightly smacked bottom added an exciting ingredient, Mary responded by flinging her arms about her uncle's neck while agitating her hemispheres upon his cock.

Precisely at that moment, however, Lady Waterhouse ventured upon the scene in the study. Being a woman of cool mind but hot inner temperament, she could not help but espy what was afoot. However, in order not to disturb her sweet offspring's innocence, as she thought of it, a dismayed Mary was ordered swiftly to her room while Lavender Waterhouse dealt with her brother-in-law. She had long suspected him of such tricks, though curiously this had been the first opportunity to take measure-as it were-of his manly weapon.

It being thoroughly in evidence, she could not help but do so and in her own state of grass widowhood weakened to the blandness of his excuses to such extent that scarce three minutes passed before she herself was laid on the couch and thoroughly rogered by Roger. Both in fact enjoyed the experience so much that rather indiscreetly they decided to renew it.

Mary, waiting meanwhile in her room in some state of trepidation, could not but hear what was afoot and-venturing out as quiet as any mouse-spied the lusty cock plunging in and out between her Mama's thighs: a vision which caused her jealousy rather than excitement.

However, the scheming pair in the summerhouse knew naught of this and judged her a little angel whose thoughts and curves might be warm enough to engage as soon as possible between them. Warming to their theme, then, they commenced toying with each other more passionately while exchanging the wildest ideas of how they might enjoy the sweet girl.

Now it so happened that their apparently blissful solitude was not such, for Pamela herself had gone in search of Helen-having failed to discover her in the house-and had ventured to the summerhouse in all innocence. Approaching the door she had been about to open it when the murmur of voices had come to her. Being, as we have seen, a girl of some resource, she made her way to the back of the rustic pile where it had been built on to a smaller, original edifice. There, within a little cave of darkness, she was able to peer within through a crack in the timber and so saw and heard all that passed.

Lady Bromley's skirt was cast up to her hips and the good Captain was almost equally uncovered since his trousers had descended to his ankles, permitting his gross penis to lie openly in the fondling palm of his beloved.

Such a view-combined with the stockinged thighs and dark bush of the lady of the house-enervated Pamela considerably. It was a spectacle she thoroughly enjoyed watching, and her eyes were wide open indeed when the lusty Captain mounted his panting prey and slipped the prow of his schooner into her cove. Spreading her legs wider and drawing up her knees, Lady Bromley thus permitted Pamela a perfect view as the stiff, thick penis sank victoriously within and was gripped fondly by her rolled lovelips.

“My pet, make it last. Let us enjoy a delicious bout. Pretty little Mary will be so tight for you, will she not?”

“Tight as a drum, I'll wager, but the precious lubrications of your tongue between her thighs will first ease the passage, my love. Think you that she will struggle?”

“I think not,” panted his partner, “for she has a certain sly twinkle in her eyes, and in any event she will dare tell her Mama naught of what transpires for fear that we might deny it and brand her a troublesome thing who seeks only to make mischief.”

“My pet, my pet, what an agile mind you do have. Uncover your breasts that I may suck your luscious nipples while we fuck! And how shall we get her here again without her Mama?”

“I shall send Pamela on an errand, Henry, with some little gift for Lady Waterhouse. Meanwhile an invitation will be extended by her to bring Mary to tea with Miranda-and then, ah!”

“Exquisite witch, I trow that were you not Miranda's Mama I would have them both together!”

“Oh wicked man, would you have three of us together abed with you?” murmured Belinda who was too excited to be shocked by such an idea and who indeed was scarce shocked by anything.

The idea had already passed through the Captain's mind that both Miranda and Helen were ripe for the taking, but the delicious suction of Belinda's lovelips around his cock was already making his mind too hazy to express himself in anything but whispered obscenities to which she replied by working her tongue faster in his mouth.

And so the merry bout proceeded while Pamela once more stole away. She had heard enough to know that she was to be used-and no doubt then cast out after several months in case her tongue wagged. Should Lady Bromley decide to upbraid and dismiss her, there was nothing that dear Sir Richard would be able to do without declaring his real interest in her.

In truth, Pamela found him a handsome, sympathetic man who, despite his lecherous ways, had a kindly spirit. The humility with which he had listened to her daring little speech about lovemaking still amused her. She did not trust Captain Dancer not to inveigle himself, with Lady Bromley's tacit permission, into the beds of both daughters and-mindful as she was that Helen and Miranda would take to the sport soon enough-she had determined that their good Papa should have the first pleasure of mounting them and first lubricating both their pussies, if not their bottoms also.

Such things appeared right and proper to Pamela, who had her own ideas as to initial pleasures and to what priorities such matters must defer. Once the two girls had received their injections in the most pleasing and passionate way possible, then they would pass on with improved education into other hands, just as she had done.

While pondering firstly, however, how to turn Lady Bromley's scheme to her own advantage, Pamela reentered the house and finally chanced upon Sir Richard, who seemed not to know whether he was coming or going for his face had a haunted look. Not only that, the erection he was displaying beneath his trousers appeared quite irrepressible.

Indeed, he would have drawn her into the study had not Pamela delicately fended off his embrace. Even so, she managed to secure a good feel of his big corker in a manner that he could not fail to comprehend.

“Oh, sir, I am looking for Helen!”

“My dear, yes, but is there so much haste about it? How I have longed to feed upon your sweet lips again, to feel the enchantment of your thighs, your breasts, your bottom,” exclaimed the knight passionately whilst thrusting her hand once more against his cock which thrummed mightily.

“Has but the thought of me brought this about?” Pamela sighed, though being certain within herself that there was yet another cause for it.

“Who else, my pet? Come, let us close the door. I am in a veritable froth to get it into you again!”

“Sir, no, I beg you, for the girls may come upon us. Tonight perhaps?”

“You promise? After dinner? I shall make an excuse to attend to my papers.”

“And I shall merely make an excuse,” replied the maiden boldly, groping his covered prick with passion while their lips exchanged a long and burning kiss. “But now, sir, to my charges, or you will think me the idlest of girls.”

Distraught as he was for a good poke-and for the best of reasons-Sir Richard acceded with a grunt of frustration. Damme, but the girl was right again. In truth she was a balm and a blessing, and one who would give herself to him in passion in but a few hours time.

“I shall have you then twice, and by both portholes, Pamela.”

“Oh, will you indeed!” she laughed and actually blushed. “I have never heard of such a thing. Is it possible? It will surely be too big, and I would cry and sob even as Helen would after a birching,” Pamela added shyly, bringing a distinct rise of red to his cheeks.

“Ah, yes, Helen-yes. She is in the second bedroom now. I-er-herrumph! — have just seen her to it, which is perhaps why you could not discover her whereabouts.”

“Sir, I do not doubt it, and her whereabouts are very pretty, for I could not disguise them on the last occasion from you. Shah we see what she is at, for I suspect she will need much advice as to furnishings and such matters. There are many things that engage a young girl's fancy when she obtains her privacy. It is best, I am sure, that such a fancy should be fully satisfied before others take mind to do so-do you not think?”

“Eh? Ah, what? Oh, yes, by Jove, yes!” replied the slightly bewildered knight, who found himself being led from the study rather than leading Pamela within it. Moreover, in ascending, Pamela's hand more than once chanced to brush against his fervently upstanding cock in such a manner as to keep it at the peak of attention as they reached Helen's room.

There, even as Pamela's hand settled on the doorknob, voices reached them. The first was distinctly Miranda's.

“Oh, how weally howwid you are, Helen. You have chosen the best woom first, and I shall be on my own now, and all because you are nice to Papa and keep kissing him.”

When Miranda was excited, she frequently fell into a lisp that many thought sounded exceedingly attractive, as indeed it did now.

“Really, what a big story you are, Miranda! Papa only kissed me to make me favour the room, and I don't know how horrid you could be, hiding and watching as you did!”

“Weally, Helen, I shall tell Mama!”

“I shall beat you if you do, and I shall take the birch to you!”

“Now, what is this?” Pamela demanded, entering the room of a sudden. Sir Richard would have escaped in his confusion, had she not been clutching him in the very place which most aroused his emotions.

Seeing them, both girls blushed brightly and Helen sat down on her bed with a squeal, for she had been in the act of trying on a dress and wore only a brief chemise that displayed half her breasts and almost all of her lovely legs to perfection.

The Bromleys' tradition of “closing ranks”-long learned through the years as the best way of defending and keeping what was rightfully or unrightfully theirs- sprang into being. Miranda denied she had said anything and stuck so gallantly to her tale, to Pamela's secret admiration, that she was merely despatched to her room and told to stay there.

“How ungrateful you are, Helen. Your dear Papa attends as best he can to your needs and has already spoken to me of the necessity of refurnishing this room to your taste. Yet all you can do is to indulge in common quarrels.”

“Oh, I did not!” Helen protested. “Please let me put on my dress!”

A certain trembling made itself felt inside Pamela, who considered that she was about to venture the most daring thing she had ever done. However, she comforted herself that Helen could not but benefit thereby and indeed obtain untold delights.

“As to your kissing your Papa, Helen, I can say nothing of it but praise. However, you have made Miranda more than a little jealous, and for this reason it was thought best for you to have your own room so that there need be no more prying. For yes, 'twas I, dear Helen, who helped persuade Sir Richard that you would then both be the better accommodated in all respects,” Pamela said, more to the utter astonishment of the said gentleman than his shapely offspring, who obtained still a few shades of innocence, though it was shedding fast.

But a short time before, while Pamela had been listening at the summerhouse, Sir Richard had entered his daughter's new room and, amidst a quite enlivening conversation, had so cuddled and embraced her that he was to be found in the state he now was. In truth, it was he who had assisted in the removal of a blushing Helen's dress and was on the point of kissing her proud bubbies-half unveiled as they were-when Miranda had come upon them. At which point Sir Richard had made a hasty if somewhat muddled departure.

Blushing not a little, Helen now declared her intention never to raise her voice or quarrel again no matter how she was provoked. Pamela then moved to sit on the bed beside her. She had been minded for a moment to give Helen some twitching with the birch in order best to admonish her, but of a sudden she saw no reason for it. They were alone and without fear of interruption for at least sufficient time to ensure that Helen received her first injection without delay.

With Sir Richard standing by and with his cock at full rise-the reason for which Pamela was now in no doubt-the moment was indeed nigh.