Knowing that he would find her cunt receptively moist from sleep-not to say the three lubrications it had received after their first lubricious bout-Percy hesitated not but glided his poker straightaway up within her channel until his swollen receptacles came to rest under the deeper curve of her bottom. There had been moments when he had sensed that Mildred might prove slightly recalcitrant. He was prepared for such even while feeling the delectable squeezing of her vaginal walls around his embedded pego.
'You will be quiet, Mildred-or do I have to cane you again?' he asked against her mouth the while that his eager throbs announced themselves within her clinging maw.
'Percy-oh Percy-you would not', grimaced Mildred whose hands clawed at his brawny shoulders.
'There will be times when it may be necessary, Mildred. 'Twas you who last evening invited me to-nay, implored'.
'Because… because I knew I was going to be in sin with you, Percy. Oh, I implore you… AAAH!'
Mildred's gasp arose from a slow ploughing movement of her brother's cock which then momentarily settled itself again deep in her nest.
'Open your legs, woman! Raise your knees a little! What a tasty slit you have-what opportunities we have wasted these past years, have we not?'
'Yes, oh yes, I suppose. My head whirls when you d… do it to me, I cannot help myself. Oh but we should not, Percy, should not! HAAAR!'
'The ride commences, my love. I am your stallion, you my mare. Thrust your hips, work your bottom, Mildred- draw in your brother's sperm again. Come, do it, or I shall thresh your slit again in sight of Susan when she comes. You hear me?'
'Y… yes, Percy! Oh, Percy, don't speak so wickedly. Ah! F… f… f…!' stammered Mildred as the great fleshy plunger moved with thrilling ease in and out of her oily slit. Their bellies smacked, her big titties jiggled, their nipples so fiercely sucked upon by his greedy lips that both rose to fierce points of fire. Licking his tongue around the burning eminences and cupping her firm bottom possessively, the Vicar continued growling such words at her as Mildred had never thought to hear, yet in the red haze of desire-and in the liquid spurtings he extorted from her- Mildred was as lost as a wanderer might be in unknown, close-knit country lanes.
'You need cock, Mildred-say it!'
'Nee… nee… need cock!'
'And Susan-Susan needs a big, firm cock as well, my love-say it!'
'No, Percy, no! Hooo! Ah! Oh, faster, faster, for I cannot help myself!'
'Susan, my sweet. Tell me that Susan, too, needs cock, for surely we both know she does, is over-proud and needs to be put over now and then-but say!'
'Pmmmfh! Come in me, Percy, come, oh come!'
'Of Susan what have you to say', growled the Vicar, threshing even faster and feeling his slewing knob delicously assailed by her sprinkling juices. Cupping her bottom even more firmly, he caused his forefinger to ease into the puckered aperture of her rosehole, this bringing Mildred's tongue to leap into his mouth much as a salmon leaps and curves.
'S… S… Susan… Oh no, Percy! Do not make me utter… utter… HAAAR!'
'I will cane you, my dear, more thoroughly than I did last eve if I do not have your obedience to my will. Have I not first rights on you? Have I not?'
'P… Percy, yes! Oh, stop it. No, don't! I want to feel it, feel it come in me-oh do!'
And indeed Percy was at boiling point, yet had long inured himself to fine control when tutoring young maidens. Only in the first throes of lust had the possibilities that arose from the visit of Susan come into his mind, and now he was both possessed and fired with determination by them.
'Susan-Susan, Mildred-answer me, or by heavens you will receive no other pleasure but the cane!'
As he spoke, so Mildred's nails dug the more fiercely into his shoulders, for the orgasmic explosions she was experiencing fired both her mind and body to a pitch she had never attained before. Lewd figures-figures as seen naked through a gauzy curtain-danced before her eyes. The even greater pulsing of her brother's steadily-pistoning prick caused her to lift her legs and wind them hungrily around his waist. His balls smacked steadily into her bottom where, too, his finger was easing suggestively back and forth.
'Yooo-hooo, yeh-eh-esss, Su… Su… Su… ooooh!'
'I shall flood both your cunts-your bottoms, too, my sweet', groaned Percy who could not longer hold back from his delight and loosed such a cannonade of boiling sperm within her maw as made her writhe in a red mist of delight until both collapsed and, breathing heavily, went into quietude which, however, was broken after a long reflective minute by Mildred as her brother's slackening slug slipped from her slit.
'Percy, you did not really mean…'
'Lie still, Mildred-rest. I will fetch you tea. You are a glorious fuck, my pet, a glorious fuck'. And with that salutation he departed quickly while Mildred lay back and threw an arm across her eyes, her cunny pulsing still, her mind aflame.
Ten minutes later when Percy re-entered the bedroom, naked still, his thick penis dangling, it was to bear her a cup of tea the like of which-unknown to her-Mildred had never drunk before. Certainly, it was of the finest Indian blend, yet a certain potion had been mixed into it, the faint taste of which two spoonfuls of sugar concealed.
'Percy… Percy, you said…', Mildred began hesitantly, raising the welcome cup to her lips.
'I have said nothing that we did not agree upon, my dear. Drink your tea and rest anew. There is no haste to rise. By the time I have fetched Susan from the railway station you will have long been up and about'.
Mildred's lips quivered as she drank. A score of things to say danced in her mind and yet she knew her weakness in having spoken in the wildness of desire as she had done. As Percy dressed, so she drank and let her head rest back upon her pillow. Indeed, she felt drowsy again already. Perhaps it was the morning warmth. The sound of his movements about the bedroom became fainter. Her eyelids grew heavier and closed. There was darkness, there was darkness, there was dark:
Percy surveyed her then more closely, tiptoeing to the bed and shaking her shoulder gently, but she did not stir.
The potion had worked well, as often it had done before with others who had awakened to find themselves in the Vicar's bed. It would be two hours before she stirred at least, and meanwhile there was Susan to attend upon.
Opening a small cabinet beside the bed, Percy produced a bottle of port, pouring a little onto his fingers and then passing them first across Mildred's lips and then her nipples. The scent thereof was redolent and could not be escaped.
A devilish plan, he told himself with an inward chuckle. Devilish but not eventually harmful, so he persuaded himself. Susan was ripe for a corking. If he did not give it to her, some churlish fellow would whom she would fruitlessly marry. Better to put her to his own cock for a few weeks at least. There need be no great disharmony between the pair if he treated them correctly, sternly. Women, in his view, took to sternness well, though Susan might be difficult at first-she might.
And thus would anyone have thought who knew Susan. At twenty-one, she was an inch taller than her Mama and willowy of figure. Her titties were small and high-perched, having fine pointed nipples that would have delighted the errant fingers of many a man or woman had they chanced to invade her corsage-but none as yet had. Nor had her fine bottom been moulded by loving hands, nor her cuntlips parted to enquiring digits. In short, Susan was virginal in all aspects, even to the proud quivering of her nostrils and her stately but cautious walk as if at any moment she might trip over something.
That his niece had not been cock-tasted was very much in the mind of Percy upon his journeying to the railway station. His urge was to unveil and cane her noble young bottom until she squealed for release thereof on to the waiting prick-an instrument she had almost certainly never seen in full stance. But in this instance, perhaps, there would have to be a different method-one just as forthright in effect, but different. Within a few days she would prove more malleable, in any event. Two well-tutored females about the house, two females of his own class who could be taught many a little trick and eventually assist him in the seduction of young girls, would be more admirable than Mrs. Smith who fortuitously had put in no appearance, anyway.
Surprise rose in Susan's eyes, so prettily garbed in a white and blue dress as she was, upon alighting from her train and seeing only her uncle waiting.
'Is Mama not well?', she asked upon their settling in the Vicar's conveyance.
