mouth from his sister's and twisted both their heads so that their lips came as if by hazard together.
'Ma-ma-ma!' Susan moaned, her warm breath flooding her parent's mouth.
'Fuck, my darlings, fuck-both of you. Let me see your tongues appear-both of you! You-Susan-knot your legs about my waist. You are receiving, girl, are being fucked at last'.
Susan knotted her legs indeed and so tightly that she held her uncle in a clamp, but meet her mother's mouth she would not and, letting her head slip on to Mildred's shoulder, whimpered out her pleasure helplessly while Mildred stared up blindly at the ceiling, belly rippling and her legs a-jerk. The thumb that swirled over her erect clitoris caused her to expel in a shattering orgasm even as Susan experienced her own peak, feeling her tummy melting as she did.
'Hah, you bitches, sprinkle, yes!' Percy gloried, quite beside himself. His own eruption beginning to boil in his balls, he eased his strokes and made them slower for the fill.-'I am coming in you, Susan, coming-feel it-ah!' he groaned and then expelled his spouting jets of sperm that left her lustrous cunny foaming at the brim till all legs slackened and all three lay still.
In the dreamy haze that followed, Mildred twice feebly attempted to lift her shoulders but was gently pressed down again by Percy.
'When I tell you, Mildred-when I tell you. I am still soaking in her delicious cunt, my love. Am I not, Susan? Is your puff well creamed?'
'Mmmmmm…', Susan responded thickly and dreamily, partly to the wonder and partly to the jealousy of Mildred who felt now-and not without a certain truth-that she had assisted in the wicked act. As a gentle sluicing noise came to her, so Percy at last, and with some unwillingness, withdrew the long thick cork and let the head dangle lovingly around his niece's lovelips before he at last rolled from her, his nearest leg across her own so that she felt forbidden to rise.
For a long moment a silence like unto a net hung over the trio and then the Vicar stirred and moved his leg.
'I will have tea, Mildred. Prepare it, please'.
Mildred sat up slowly in the manner of a mechanical doll that has half forgotten its movements and covered her face.
'What have you done to us?' she wailed.
'That which should be done and shall be done, my dear. Susan is not unsatisfied, I do believe'.
'Go 'way!' Susan whimpered without conviction, throwing one arm across her face. Her cunny bubbled still. The tingling was exquisite there. It was, all her mother's fault, she thought, and did not stir as Mildred finally got up.
'We shall leave this house. Come, Susan!' Mildred attempted with an air of conviction that fell completely flat.
'You will get tea, my dear, and have no nonsense to it either, or I shall bring the tawse to you. Get on with it and be not long', Percy uttered in stern tones, though inwardly he was smiling with relief.
'I hate you! Susan will hate you. Let the poor girl up that I may cover her'.
'Begone, Mildred. I shall not give you another warning!'
'Brute, oh you brute, Percy, I hate you-you have brought disgrace on all of us', sobbed Mildred (albeit without tears) and, thrusting down her rumpled dress as best as she was able, departed in order-as she thought of it-to put a better face on things. But with her exit, Susan also leapt with considerable agility to her feet while her uncle in his prone position admiringly watched the wobblings of her tits and bottom cheeks.
'MA-MA!' Susan cried out as though in remorse and, naked as a babe, followed her mother into the kitchen where, with a little cry, they fell into each other's arms.
The doors having all been left open, Percy listened languidly to the whispered conversation that then followed, Mildred first proclaiming that it was all her fault and Susan protesting the same. They would leave that very day, he heard Mildred declare though this brought naught but a murmur from Susan who cuddled her mother rather than otherwise, since she was the taller.
Thus and thus was said that came to Percy's ears until finally he lumbered to his feet and, without disturbing the open gap in his black trousers, strode into the kitchen, whereat the two women gasped and clung to each other even more.
'There will be rules, my pets. I shall fuck you both, occasionally apart, sometimes together. The tawse and the cane will monitor your behaviour here. The three of us will share one bed tonight-you hear? Or must I utter my authority in a much sterner wise?'
Susan uttered such a little cry as she felt it was needful for her to do and kept her face averted from him while Mildred produced a single 'Percy!' and then was silent. An 'Oh!' escaped her and she concealed her face in turn.
'That is better, my pets. There will be full pleasures here, I warrant that. Young girls, and mayhap some young men to tease your cunnies and your bottoms both. We shall take the country air, follow the streams, meander in the woods', said Percy in poetic mood. Fondly enough he moved towards the enfolded pair and began caressing both their bottoms, raising Mildred's dress anew until her belly pressed to Susan's and their thighs rubbed silkily.
Both moaned, both murmured. Neither, though, objected to his touch.
Chapter Twenty-Two
An hour had passed since Mr. Partridge had ridden out with Mabel and now from a high window at the front of the house, Vanessa watched their return. Mabel had her head hung, but no doubt she was rehearsing her entry into the house, expecting Vanessa's eyes to search her fully, as they would.
To the relief and surprise of Mabel, however, Vanessa greeted the incoming pair with a soft 'Hello' and the announcement that, having expected their return at such a time, she had ordered tea to be ready in but a few minutes.
'Thank you, my dear. Most considerate', uttered Eric with all the solemnity he could produce. Margaret had gone out, he heard, taking her nephews with her.
'It is as well. I mean, that is, the house is nice and quiet. Alice wished to see my house. You don't mind? I despatched her there with a servant. No doubt she will be merrily frolicking all about-the little angel that she is. Did you have a good ride, Mabel?' Vanessa asked with perfect innocence while the blushing girl unpinned her hat.
Swallowing, Mabel replied that it was nice and kept her head down as she spoke, averring that she wished to change.
'No, dear, you may change later. Where did you go? Are there good rides about-around-about?'
'We reached the woodman's hut and rested there awhile', Eric said. His eyes met Vanessa's, then he turned away.
'Ah, then, you have something to tell me. Have you something to tell me? May I kiss her? How pretty her flushed cheeks look! Do you mind if I kiss her?'
'I wish you…', Eric began and stopped. His voice was choked. 'I-er-I do not mind if you kiss her. That is to say…'
'Oh, Papa!'
Blushing to the neck, Mabel made to turn and make her exit again even as a maid entered to announce tea.
'Later, I think. Do you think later, Mr. Partridge? Perhaps in an hour?' asked Vanessa pointedly while retaining a light grip on Mabel's arm.
'Later, I think-yes'. He had a rigid look, and not only his face, as Vanessa saw.
'We shall go up then-go up and talk-talk about your nice rest-shall we talk?' Vanessa purred.
'I w… want, I want to change', blurted Mabel, clutching both hands together.
'Darling, you are so babyish, are you not? You always want to do something other than that which must be done. If it has not already been done. Has it already been done?' Vanessa asked in one of her moods of repetition which seemed to hold small audiences in thrall.
