Thereat he steadied both Vanessa and himself, retaining the weighty plumpness of her bottom into him until he was satisfied that all was done, and his long thick cock then slowly withdrew, hesitating at the ridged lips for a moment until the glistening knob slipped therefrom and he uttered simply, 'Into bed, Miss Markham, please!'
Wriggling sinuously in an effort both to obey him and to cover herself-swimmy as she felt-Vanessa showed her creamed cunt fully to him in scrabbling beneath the clothes in the manner of a child who hides beneath the sheet arid blankets in the dark. Indeed, only the top of her huddled head remained visible as the Vicar slowly adjusted his dress and buttoned his trousers up anew.
'You will stay so. I shall attend upon you again', he murmured. He paused as if to say something else, but then changed his mind. No sound coming from the huddled hidden figure, he nodded to himself in satisfaction and made his way downstairs where the wondering figure of Mary quickly appeared.
'You are on no account to disturb your Mistress, my girl, for she does not wish it'.
'No, sir, I understand, sir, but when the master comes home, what do I say then to him, sir?' asked the maid who thus folded one unspoken question within another, as the wily Vicar well perceived.
'Why, Mary, you may say simply that she is abed, my dear. I do not recall, by the way, having seen you in my congregation. I trust that I shall have the pleasure of that very soon'.
'Well, sir-yes, sir, but I can't read so well and I don't know the words of the hymns and…'
'Tut-tut, girl, can you imagine that I would fail to teach you such myself?' the Vicar asked, tipping up her chin with his finger as he was often wont to do and thus holding the girl's attention in every way.
'Well, if you says, sir', replied Mary whose desire to go to church was scarcely pressing.
'Come to the Vicarage one evening next week. I will so arrange matters with your Mistress, that you might be free. There will I teach you that which you surely wish to know', came the grave answer, though Mary herself saw more in it than he thought and gave a little silent sniff behind his retreating back as if to say, 'I'm not sure if I will'. For she was in no doubt that he was a clever old devil in many respects, and not least perhaps concerning Vanessa. But as to that, Mary decided to keep a cautious silence towards
her Mistress, for the time being at least. It was not her business what the gentry did, she thought-unless she could do it with them.
The complete silence from upstairs spoke volumes to Mary, even though it comforted Vanessa who was experiencing still so many sensations and chasing so many thoughts that she was like one who with a single net would simultaneously catch a dozen butterflies.
The burning of her bottom, the shamefulness of her undressing, the emergence of his cock in her furry dell- all showered upon her at once as did the memories of the preceding night and of her tentative and renewed embrace with Mary downstairs. Oh, how sweet it was to kiss and caress a girl, Vanessa told herself, though frequently in her huddled darkness found herself peeking out from behind the thought to imagine the Vicar's cock and how it must have looked. Wicked, awful, horrid, wonderful-and the feeling of it ploughing her quim was like no experience she had ever known before. Yet she had felt the same upon lying with Mary, and that was equally nice. Oh, how bewildering, and what sort of woman had she suddenly become? I want to give in-I do not want to give in, Vanessa's thoughts went torturously, yet now and again she would move her hips petulantly underneath the bedclothes as if she wanted more-as if she wanted more, while downstairs Mary sneaked back to the sherry flask and, after a couple more generous glasses, began to feel nice and blurry.
Which indeed was how Reggie found the girl on his return. He had forgotten his key and rang twice in vain before stomping around to the back of the house and letting himself in by a rear door, where in the kitchen he found the maid lolling on a chair, her legs apart, skirt raised, and her fingers cosily between her thighs where she had been dreamily toying with her slit.
'Oh-wer, sir!' she blurted at her Master's entrance, made to spring up and then collapsed down again onto her seat, causing Reggie to regard her with surprise.
'Mary, have you been drinking?' he asked rather unnecessarily, for the evidence of the almost empty flask, and the glass on the table before her was clear enough, as were the cloudy fumes that came from her lips.
'Haven't, no', Mary mumbled, then giggled and hiccuped and thrust her dress between her black-stockinged legs.
'I will see to you later, Mary', Reggie announced briskly, and this to cover his own confusion for the girl was damned attractive and he had been up her already, but there was the presence of his sister to consider.
Striding past the maid, he started to enter the hall when Mary seemingly awoke again out of her semi-daze and said with another hiccup and a giggle, 'The Vicar come, sir, and Mistress is in bed'.
'Ah', said Reggie and-very much as the Vicar himself had made his exit from upstairs-it seemed that he might say more than that, but held his tongue and closed the door firmly upon the girl.
Given that the Vicar had been, Reggie pondered momentarily as he ascended-and given that he might well have carried out his word… The idea hastened his footsteps and brought him rapidly to Vanessa's door which he opened without knocking, perceiving immediately the crouched form of his sister and even more of her attire upon the floor than there had been the day before.
'Mary?' came a faint voice from beneath the sheet
'No, my dear, it is I'.
'Oh, Reggie, pray go away!' came Vanessa's timid bleat
'No, my dear', Reggie responded firmly. The shadow, if not the very figure, of the Vicar seemed to loom at his back, waiting upon his next action, though Reggie had no doubt as to what it must be. Drawers there, a dress here, a petticoat cast down upon it… Goodness, Vanessa must be near naked if not completely so!
'WAH!' was the next sound that came from the bed, emanating from Vanessa's lips as in one bound Reggie was upon the bed and sweeping the coverings down to her ankles.-'Reggie! Don't look! Oh no! AH!'
'You beauty, you devil, you have been naughty, have you not?' her brother demanded, viewing at last the rounded perfection of her still faintly-reddened bottom, the noble bulbing of her brown-nippled tits, and the well-tufted glory of her Venus mount.
'You mustn't look at mee-heee!', Vanessa cried, but then uttered a 'GLUP!' as his mouth crushed down upon her velvet lips while her naked torso twisted this way and that in vain attempts to defy the seeking of his fingers everywhere.-'NOO-NOO-NOOO!' blubbered Vanessa several muffled times under the passion of his kisses, but the sensation of a palm brushing her rubbery nipples and then forcing itself under her plump, sticky quim were finally too much for the young woman who to her bewilderment found herself letting her tongue lap her brother's while her would-be mutinous thighs were eased slowly apart.
'My love-how long have I wanted this!' Reggie choked emotionally as he sought at the same time to release his rampant pego.
'Don't say-mustn't say-oh, Reggie, your hands…'
Yet her voice was weakening-slurring even-and she was murmuring even as the tip of her tongue brushed his; even indeed as his thrumming prick came against her thigh, causing her to utter a breathless, pleading and yet helpless 'No!'.
'Yes, my pet, it is I who am going to plough your cunt now-now that you have been tawsed', growled Reggie lustfully, manoeuvering himself upon her until his weight pinned her feebly-protesting form beneath his own.