'Hooo! Do it! Cork me, do it, come in me! Do you want to be so naughty as to put it up my bottom, too?'
'Do you wish it-do you? AH!'
'Yes, oh yes, right up between my…oooh! Dear naughty Papa, I can feel you throbbing so much in me- work it faster. I am coming, too-I am'.
'My treasure, my delight, angel of sweetness! Ah, I cannot hold it back!'
What lapping of tongues ensued, and what hot wrigglings of Vanessa's bottom as his thick, gruelly jets began! Delighted at the abundance of his effervescent surrender and, realising that he had for long kept himself in purdah and hence would make a useful, if mature, stallion, Vanessa slewed her sucking cunny back and forth along his manly tool until she had extracted the last and most feeble pulsings of his sperm.
Both clung to each other for a long moment of lubricious churnings of their hips until a quiet fell and Mr. Partridge's head fell upon her shoulder. Her neck being tickled by his kisses, she giggled much as she believed Mabel might do. Then, turning her face away from him as if a fit of sudden coyness had overtaken her, she whispered, 'Mabel wants it soon again, Papa'.
'Yes, my sweet, and you shall have it', came the dreamy reply while he felt his cock still tingling agreeably between the silken walls that clasped it so possessively.
'Which is how. it shall be', was Vanessa's soft reply, and he having no cause then to think she might be wrong.
Chapter Twelve
Many were the ripples that spread out from these multifarious happenings, though no one passing through the village-and no traveller staying at the local inn for a night or two-could ever have guessed how such outwardly respectable folk, whether rich or poor, often comported themselves between four walls.
This is to the good, of course, for Society of whatever rank presents a placid face to the outer world, which is at it should be. Both the sexes are much the same once temptation has taken them in its velvet grasp, though all pretend otherwise and indeed may affect shock when they chance to learn of the foibles of others.
Even Mrs. Maude Smith, the Vicar's housekeeper, confidante and erstwhile assistant, was not unaffected by the subtle changes that were taking place with Vanessa's own appearance into the limelight. For an entire week the Vicar failed to receive a new girl for 'confirmation', and Mrs. Smith was put to much wondering about this, though womanly instinct prevented her from mentioning the matter direct to him. Some suspicions lingered in her mind about 'that Miss Markham'-though she could not put a finger on them-and this she finally confided to her husband Thomas.
It was an oddity-or not-that Maude had not done so before, and that Thomas had no inkling of what passed at the Vicarage. Perhaps it was because she had decided that it was her 'little secret' and part and parcel of her wages which she had also not fully declared to her spouse. The Vicar was often wont to slip some coins into her hand after she had assisted him in getting his doughty prick into some squealing young Miss. Real larks, they were-Maude often decided-for as all lubricious females do, she liked to watch it going in and out of a tight-mouthed cunny and to see the varying expressions on the face of a young supplicant while the Vicar's corker steadily brought her on.
'Ain't done no con-fer-mations for a week?' asked Thomas in a bemused manner, for to him it seemed a matter of little importance. 'Real restless he is, for I believe he likes to tickle up the pretty ones a bit, though don't you dare tell anyone, Thomas Smith, as how I told you that'.
'Tickle 'em up, eh? Chance would be a fine opportunity', replied Thomas to the surprise of Maude who had always thought him a dry old stick. 'Heard him at, have you- through the door?'
'Well, it was what I thought I heard. I mean, when a young girl is moaning then she ain't h'exactly saying her prayers, is she? I hopes you don't get up to anything like that when I ain't here'.
'Me? No', said Thomas who himself already had flick-erings of suspicion-or curiosity, at the very least about his wife-for he had sometimes peeked into her purse and had seen far more than she ever accounted for to him. 'Young girls, eh?' he repeated, partly to annoy her.
'Don't you ever get into anything like that, Tom, or there'll be ructions, I tell you, if I ever find out'.
'Ain't nothing to find out', mumbled he, and this in great part true, for such thoughts as he had recently been having about a couple of young field-girls who worked on the same farm as himself had been kept to himself. Right little pranksters they were, he frequently told himself, and after a bit of 'dick', he was sure of that. Besides, if the Vicar could do it why shouldn't he, and if he were to give them two shillings each it might soften them up a bit more.
Thus ran Thomas's mind-or rather it was spurred on by his wife's remark which in turn had been sparked off by a dull week at the Vicarage and which in him had been the result of Vanessa's visit. And thus the world goes round and round, so that one might often wonder if the action of a Chinaman in far-off Peking might not one day have an effect on what one does oneself. But enough of philosophy, for we must continue the tale.
It occurred to Thomas that in order to sweeten the two field-girls, he would need what was for him the mighty sum of four shillings, though upon further deliberation he reduced this to a bob each. To take two out of his wife's purse was the matter of a minute. If she noticed their absence, so he cogitated, then she would have to say. If she did not, then it was because he was not supposed to know about them, and that showed something, that did, as he told himself.
With the coming morning, Thomas felt brighter than he had for a long time and was all impatience until the foreman yelled to all at one o'clock that they might halt their labours for their usual half hour rest. Kate and Milly-the two girls he had an eye on-being close to him (for such he had manoeuvred), he uttered as if to no one, 'I'm going up behind the lambing shed to eat my dinner', and so saying flipped a silvery shilling in the air which Milly saucily leapt forward and caught, looking at him with quite a twinkle in her eye.
'Rich today, ain't we!' said Kate as the two girls playfully tossed the coin between them.
'There's some as could be, for I got another in my pocket', Thomas said and turned and ambled up towards the shed where no one else bothered to go.
'What you mean by that?' called Kate, but was soon after him, as Milly was.
Craftily enough, Thomas refused to answer until all three of them were out of sight of the other farm-workers. Settling himself down on the grass with his back to the shed, he observed, 'Some as might like a bob, and some as might not'.
'Why? What 'ave we got to do for it?' asked Milly who was still teasingly clutching the one he had thrown.
'Ah now, Kate has to find that out, for you's already holding one. I reckon as how she ought to hold another', said Thomas, rudely unbuttoning his rough trousers and producing a ruddy poker to their view.
'Oooh! That ain't a bob!' giggled Kate.
'No, my pet, but you gets a bob in exchange for doing what it wants you to do. Come 'ere!' growled Thomas.
'Don't think I should. No, Milly, stop it! OH!' squealed Kate as her friend suddenly pushed her in the back with such vigour that with another cry Kate fell full on to him and found herself grasping the said member which throbbed like an engine in her hand. Seizing possession of that which he most desired, Thomas then thrust his hand up her skirts behind and roamed his hand over the girl's glossy, tight bottom before reaching under to cup her quim.
'In for a penny, in for a bob, Kate-go on!' Milly laughed excitedly.
'Can't, won't-no!' Kate laughed herself, but Thomas was craftily manoeuvring her all the time, bringing her legs more across his own and holding her by brute force until he had managed to get her left leg on the outside of his right thigh and his poker sticking up under her nest.