The Vicar's girl

her to be in. An idea had struck her-a very amusing idea. Deliberately she did not rum her head around the half- opened door of the drawing room to observe a nevertheless heavily-breathing Alfred whose mother-in-law was already handling his cock and balls.

'Have him lie down, Maude. On his back. Make him obey', Vanessa said crisply and much to the surprise of both. Then it was that she pushed the door to a little and saw the dangling, thickening root of Alfred's cock as he went down oafishly and stared up at the white plaster roses that formed crossed ropes across the surface of the ceiling.-'Sit on him, Maude-skirt up and plump your bottom down on his face. Keep him quiet thus. I want to listen'.

'Miss?'

'Do it, Maude. Do not be tiresome. Spread your bottom cheeks over his mouth and nose. You have no drawers on, of course? Good. Let him sniff you thus, my dear, for that will bring his cock up as fast as anything'.

'Glmmmph!' sounded from Alfred next as with surprising daintiness and not a little curious eagerness, Maude raised her skirts and-kneeling over his chest-brought the rather massive weight of her mature bumcheeks to spread odoriferously over his startled face. Indeed, in that bewildering and darkening moment, Alfred found his nose stuck precisely up to her bumhole while the thick brush of curls around her cunt, together with the rolled lips, scoured his mouth.

'Nicely, Maude, nicely. Keep him down. Excellent training for him, my dear-excellent', Vanessa observed to Maude who-feeling the most curious and exciting of sensations- squashed her son-in-law's face more firmly under her plump arse. Grinning with pleasure, her face flushed (though not a hundredth part the way that Alfred's was), she looked up at Vanessa who nodded briefly but approvingly, her ears cocked still for the sounds from upstairs.

'Swooo-wittt! both Vanessa and Maude heard, though whether Alfred did is problematical.

'Geee-ow!' screeched Elsie, and with that Mary's victorious cry, 'I told you so, didn't I? Now, put it up, Miss, or you will get a dozen more! Come on now, let me see it all. Oh, what a lovely cunny! Shall I tickle it?'

You are going beyond yourself with those last words, Mary, so Vanessa thought, but it was impossible to teach such a one the finer nuances of schooling a girl. Morever, Elsie was simply being awkward. An annoyance-an inconvenience. Alfred was puffing, gasping. His bared toes curled, and were dirty. They must all have daily baths, Vanessa decided. And perhaps, after all, they were not suitable. Mannered gentry had far better ways.

Opening the door wide upon Thomas whose penis was very clearly prodding up through his rough trousers, Vanessa uttered quietly, 'Go up, Thomas and attend to her. But do not come. I shall accord you five minutes of mutual pleasure, but your emissions are not to be released'.

'My what, Miss?'

'Don't come in her, I said. I shall inspect you. Failure to obey me will not be treated lightly, nor will you be permitted within sight or knowledge of Maude or myself to put yourself up to her again. You can understand that, I believe?'

'Well, Miss… Yes, Miss. But if I ain't allowed the proper course of Nature…'

'You are not. Elsie is, though, and thus you will accord her a full five minute shafting. Get to it, man, and pleasure her for her bottom will be burning by now and she will douse your prick with certainty. Remember that I shall examine you!' 'All right, Miss, yes. I still gets me wages, though, don't I?

'Upstairs, Thomas, please. With such delights awaiting you, why do you stand talking of such mundane matters?'

Consulting her timepiece with deliberation in front of him, Vanessa closed the door and gazed with renewed pleasure into Maude's astonished visage.

'Oh, he ain't going to do it to her proper, then, Miss?'

'Very proper, I believe, Maude. Whose is the pleasure that counts-that of the female or the male? The female, of course. Now, please, bring Alfred off with your hand. I want to see him spout'.

'He comes a lot, Miss. Real thick and a lot'. There was awe and admiration anew in Maude's tone, though directed entirely towards Vanessa.

Watching dispassionately, Vanessa glimpsed part of Alfred's face as his mother-in-law lifted her hips and, leaning forward, grasped his rigid member and commenced frotting it gently.

Alfred's cock was creamy-purple, but his face even more so of the latter colour.

It was to be expected, though. In that moment Vanessa wanted something that was unexpected, and her mind began to work on it even as Elsie's sobbing cry floated down from upstairs of 'Oh, Dad, oooh! Oh, Dad!'

Chapter Seventeen

How to achieve her object of the 'unexpected' gave Va-nessa an almost sleepless night, producing faintly dark circles under her eyes which gave her face an even more slumberous and voluptuous aspect. Her mind raced here and there down corridors of twilight where figures endlessly moved and danced, spoke, laughed, or whispered to each other in the gloom.

'There are aspects, Mary. I must seize upon the correct aspect', she murmured thickly to Mary when the maid brought in her morning tea.

'Yes, Miss, I s'pose one ought to do that', replied the girl, having no idea of what her Mistress might be talking about.

'The females. I trust you have them in their rooms, their doors locked'.

'As you ordered, Miss, yes, I done that. Saw to it last night. You said as none of them must do it for a few days now'.

'A few days, yes, that's right. They must work. I do not want to think about them at the moment, though. I have other things, other things. I may amuse myself with them again, I may; I do not know. Leave me, Mary, for I have much to think about. One must not become mechanical, must one? That is the problem, you know; that is the problem. I begin to perceive it more and more'.

'Yes, Miss. If you wants anything else', Mary replied doubtfully and drifted out, perhaps wondering if her Mistress was not a little dippy sometimes.

'Yes!' Mary heard Vanessa declare very loudly as she made to close the door, and looked anxiously back again at her, asking, 'What, Miss, what?'-'Nothing. I have just thought of something, that's all, Mary. Do not concern yourself with it'.

Some two miles away, at the same hour-in a bed whose sheets were much rucked from the night's activities-the Vicar lovingly palmed the large, glossy, warm bottom that Mildred's dozing posture presented to him. As so often in the mornings, he had awakened cock-proud and with a little start of re-awakening Mildred felt the plumlike crest glide insinuatingly between her nether cheeks.

In that moment, as the events of the previous evening swam back to her, she reached an arm behind her and, groping for the impudent weapon, clasped the shaft, murmuring, 'Percy, no! We are in sin!'

'And deliciously so, my dear. Did you not confess such last night when in the very throes of amour?'

So speaking, Percy rolled his sister on her back and made sure of his mount by immediately straddling her and exhibiting the morning glow of his erection to her eyes. Naked as both were from the toils of Venus, Mildred's titties looked particularly large and succulent while her sleep-glazed eyes looked up at that which she had never thought to see-to wit, her brother's fiercely erect penis and heavily-dangling balls which sprouted hairs all around them.

'S… S… Susan is coming today', she swallowed as one hard knee urged her plump thighs apart.

'Susan-yes', he responded while remaining kneeling up in a dominant position and with one knee now nudging the furred mound of her slit. It was two years since he had seen his niece, a proud young woman, not wholly unlike Arabella Smythson-Hyde of whom he had the fondest memories.

'She… she must not know-cannot know', protested Mildred as the Vicar's manly form descended then upon her own.