up and was, however dimly in the lampless boudoir, already displaying his straining cock and balls.
'My beauties!' Reggie chanted wildly and to a shriek from both was upon the bed in a flash, so positioning himself behind the wriggling Mary that the swollen nose of his cock immediately nubbed up beneath her thoroughly moistened quim.
'Stop it!' Vanessa shrieked while hugging Mary upon her the more so that Reggie might not even see her swollen titties.
Nothing, however, could have stayed Reggie from his desire to poke one or the other and hence, taking Mary's sleek hips and stilling them as well as he could, he pointed his poker up more against her honeypot and eased his vibrant stave with eye-squeezing delight into her oily channel until with one long thrust it was embedded and his balls hung down beneath her bottom.
Delirious with excitement, Mary received his throbbing stave with a whimper of pleasure, the meaning of which could not escape even Vanessa, who buried her hot face in the girl's neck and moaned wildly, 'No, Mary, no!'
'Whoooo!' the maid moaned in turn for already (and, it might be said, with undue but excusable haste) Reggie's cock had already begun to slew back and forth in her clinging cunny. Resultantly, Mary bit passionately at the lobe of Vanessa's ears, causing the latter to squeak in a crazed wonderment of despair that she could so unwittingly have entered into such an orgy.
Being well-lodged and working passionately, Reggie was then able to pass one hand between the pair and tickle his sister's furry mound a little, though not as much as he would have wished, for the upper bulge of Mary's bush was also rubbing against it while her bottom churned to his manly thrusts.
In all the frenzy of that moment, Mary boldly grasped Vanessa's face between her hands and slipped her tongue into the young woman's blurry mouth.
'Ah, Mary, what a cunt you have, what a bottom! Wriggle it, my dear, for I am coming soon. I cannot help myself!' groaned Reggie who, over-excited as he was at this triple coupling, could perhaps have been excused his haste.
'Glooop!' came from Mary whose breath was flooding into Vanessa's hapless mouth. Her hips thrust back a little to allow Reggie's hand to explore the oily, flesh folds of his sister's slit, for Mary sensed well enough that such was also what he wanted to do and did not wish to deny her Mistress the pleasure, as she thought of it.
In her own condition-or so she told herself-Vanessa was by no means certain whose fingers were exciting her dell and in the frenetic seconds of mutual threshing that ensued she did not care, for she was coming again herself. Indeed, her legs rose higher, permitting Reggie to insert his finger right up her cunt, but then-as if reminding herself of the impossible wickedness of her posture and while Mary's titties bounced and jiggled their hard nipples against her own-Vanessa straightened down her legs again. Closing her eyes while her lips continued to mesh with Mary's, she heard her brother uttering a long-quivering cry.
Or rather it should be said that it was an animal moan. Feeling the first thick shoot of his come splashing and bubbling in the interior of her suckingly-eager slit, Mary pressed the hot sphere of her delicious derriere tightly into his stomach as if to absorb the spermatic onrush as deeply as she could, and indeed did.
Feeling his throbbing stem gripped between the silky walls of her cunny, Reggie groaned his delight while the burning spurts jetted from him and Mary rotated her smooth orb in a fashion that amazed and delighted him. As his emissions finally weakened, so Reggie continued valiantly pumping still and then, with deep tremors of exquisite release, held his cock sheathed to the full.
Upon that delicious climax, Vanessa had twisted her mouth from under Mary's and clawed a pillow half over her face, moaning once again, 'Oh, stop, stop-go away!' and such an hysterical pitch sounding in her voice that Mary fell flat upon her in a comforting mode, thus causing Reggie's expended tool to slip from her lubricious grip.
'Sir, go away, yes', Mary gasped, fearful then of her Mistress's reactions and the way that Vanessa was desperately continuing to cover her face.
Reggie then of course wished much to simply roll upon his back beside the pair in the hope that he might continue to fondle both, but so vigourous had been his emission that an exhaustion seized him and he felt, too, that a terrible scene might ensue were he to stay.
'I will just g… go to my room', he mumbled foolishly while several broken sobs came from beneath the muffling pillow over Vanessa's face. Easing himself back off the end of the bed, he gazed forlornly at the huddled pair for a moment and then with a huge sigh, as if the world had done badly by him-or perhaps as if to mitigate his apparent wickedness-he took himself out with such dignity as he could muster.
Then only did Vanessa permit Mary to uncover her face.
'Oh, I am sorry!' the young woman bleated while Mary slipped from off her but lay with one leg crooked over Vanessa's.
'Oh no, ma'am, it were nice', came the soft reply, this bringing Vanessa to turn and face her so that the tips of their noses brushed.
'But he assaulted you!' Vanessa said with total wonderment in her voice.
'No, he didn't do that', said Mary simply, though really thinking how strange it was that an older lady should say such a thing, and half asking herself if it were all put on and had been arranged between the two. An even greater boldness of speech overcoming her, she added, 'I think he wanted to do it to you, really'.
'Mary, you should not say such a thing', Vanessa murmured, quite unable to bring herself to believe that such a thought could have passed through the girl's mind.
'Oh, I don't mean while I was watching', Mary said, as though that were a simple enough explanation.
'Really, Mary, it is unthinkable-unthinkable'. Vanessa's voice was blurred and she allowed the girl to cuddle closer into her, Mary bringing up her knee so that it rested roundly under her Mistress's pulsing slit.
'No, it ain't', Mary wanted to say, but thought better of it and stayed quiet as both began drifting into sleep.
At least she knew now why her Mistress had called out for her downstairs earlier.
Chapter Four
All the next morning Vanessa was restless and had stayed in bed until she heard her brother's departure. Upon Mary bringing up her tea, she could hardly bring her eyes to meet the girl's and pretended at first to be dozing until the maid gently shook her shoulder and said, 'Tea's nice and hot, ma'am, and the toast is as you like it'.
Perhaps Vanessa asked herself whether one could return to normality after such events, and yet she knew that she must bring herself to and so sat up and made much of fussing with her hair while keeping her face down, and Mary patiently waiting all the time with the tray.
'I shall be going out today, Mary', Vanessa mumbled.
'But the Vicar's coming, ma'am, ain't he? I won't know what to say to him if I'm on my own'.
'Oh, that's this afternoon and I may still be out', Vanessa answered impatiently.
Mary then served her Mistress and drifted to the door where she hesitated. The events of the night were as rich in her mind as they were in Vanessa's, and she had enjoyed them. Moreover, she had several times felt the tawse under one of the pillows during all the amourous embraces and had begun to put two and two together.
'It'll be all right, m'am, really it will', Mary said simply and was then already gone and pretending not to hear when Vanessa called after her, 'What do you mean, Mary?'
Indeed, her maid's pert remark seemed so outrageous to Vanessa that she was minded to confront the girl with it again, but being aware that they had passed through several previously unthinkable barriers together she held her tongue and at eleven went out riding, much to the dismay of Mary who did not then know whether or not she would be back in time for her appointment with the reverend gentleman of whom she had heard several naughty things from other girls in the village. The word tawse was not quite as new to her as it had been to Vanessa and Reggie and Mary knew well enough that many a girl had had her bottom stung before she became willing.
Mary herself had become 'willing' all of a year before, though having been spanked first and not strapped-and certainly not by the Vicar-but that itself is another tale which may be later told. For the nonce we must return to
