'Put it in her-go on, git down and put it in her', croaked Thomas to Milly who without hesitation fell upon her knees behind the pair and seized his stiff tool, the crest of which she brushed and fumbled under Kate's slit.
'No, don't-don't, Milly! Tom, you dare! AH! Oh Milly, it's going in-he's pressing me down! Stop it, Tom, it's too…OOOOH!'
Thomas had her hips, though, by then, and already his pego was up into the entrance to her nest, and Kate hung her head back, gasping.
The best is not always to be, however, in this world. Unwelcome feet were already approaching the lambing shed, though Thomas and the girls knew it not. Indeed, even the rustling of grass went unheard when their visitor was close to them, for Thomas was enjoying the sweet pangs of ecstasy and Kate herself could not resist slipping down upon his cock, inch by inch while encouraging sounds came from Milly who had often vaguely dreamed of seeing such a thing.
The voice that broke upon them then, however, was akin to a roll of thunder.
'Thomas Smith!' it proclaimed, and coming from one no less than his wife almost caused him to ejaculate.
Kate and Milly shrieked simultaneously, as girls are wont to do. Fortunately for such modesty as she had left, Kate's skirt then enveloped the conjunction of her parts with those of Thomas, though not their separation, for she unsheathed him so rapidly that both her cunny and his prick were to be seen in the lifting of her leg.
'Thomas Smith!' screamed Maude, as if she had only just discovered his name, and the two girls scuttling off then with all the speed of startled deer.
'Eh, what, yes, oh!' Thomas choked all in one breath and scrambled to his feet while endeavouring at the same time-though too late-to conceal his poker.
'You come with me-I got something to say to you', Maude said menacingly.
Now, if a woman 'has something to say' it is likely to take a long time indeed, and Thomas found that so as he was led off across the field, utterly bewildered at the untoward appearance of his wife in the most unexpected place and at a most unexpected time. Truth to tell, however, Maude had arrived at the Vicarage to find the cleric poorly and in bed, and with his newly-arrived sister looking after him.
Mildred, the Vicar's sister, was not one whom Maude Smith had ever taken to. In Maude's eyes she was stuffy, dull and a bit of a snob, and the Vicar was always quiet when she was around. Hence, after some hours work, Maude had announced that she had to go home for something or other, for the presence of Mildred loomed large over the household and quite flustered and irritated Maude who thereupon had taken a short cut across the farm of her husband's employment where the foreman had advised her of his resting place.
Thus it was that Thomas had been discovered-if not also uncovered-and received a fierce, ear-burning lecture for it which lasted until they reached the road. Indeed, it would have continued for much longer had Maude's harangue not been interrupted in full-flight by the chance arrival of Vanessa.
"Why, Mrs. Smith, how nice to see you', beamed Va-nessa, reining in her pony and curious as to why the lady was not at her post.
Finding herself having to change mood quickly, Maude replied rather awkwardly at first while Thomas looked abashed, if not also eager to feast his eyes on this goodlooking charmer-and grateful, too, for the intervention. Such being Vanessa's newly gathered powers of persuasion, the two found themselves quickly on board and in course of being transported to their modest cottage.
Maude was somewhat a-flutter that such a lady should perform a courtesy of this sort, but Vanessa-chatting away brightly-soon dispelled both Maude's risen temper and Thomas's sense of discomfort, the latter saying upon arrival, 'I'd invite you in, Miss, for a cup of tea, but it's such a poor place'.
'Oh, but I like such small residences. What charming honeysuckle you have at the front here, and that trellis is so pretty', responded Vanessa so disarmingly that she soon enough was within, whereupon Thomas gratefully took himself out of the way, leaving the two to talk.
Once she felt more settled, and what with Vanessa making such nice remarks about her little home, Maude became more confidential in her remarks, and to a point whereat she confessed to the reason for her temporary absence from the Vicarage. Nodding and clucking her tongue, Vanessa showed all sympathy with her and indeed so led Maude on that Thomas's misdeeds also spilled out a little, too.
'My dear, I can see that you have many trials and tribulations at the moment. I sympathise with you entirely as to the presence of the Vicar's sister, for such ladies frequently put one out. As to men, well we ladies all know about them, do we not?' preclaimed Vanessa to the awed delight of Maude who found herself seemingly elevated to the same rank as her grand visitor.
'One does not know what to do with them, Miss, and that's a fact'.
'Oh, I think I know what may be done, Maude. There are not only young ladies who are in need of care and attention, but men who also require some seeing-to. My belief is that ladies better gather strength when they are in agreement as to such. By the sound of it, and for your peace of mind, Thomas must be brought to heel. Without delay, that is. I shall require your agreement in the matter'.
'Whatever you say, Miss', Maude responded, being quite overcome by the sudden appearance of purpose which Va-nessa brought into her voice.
In consequence, a quite remarkable scene followed which would have amused and astounded a Peeping Tom, for he of the same Christian name was then called down to find himself confronted not simply by an angry wife but two determined-looking females.
'Stand here, Mr. Smith', Vanessa commanded briskly, pointing to a whitewashed wall where a little space had been cleared.
Maude meanwhile stood with folded arms and planted a baleful eye on her husband who with great astonishment heard that he was to unfasten his trousers and push them down 'for the lady'.
Such stammering protestations as Thomas uttered then went unheeded. If he had 'never heard the like of it before', he did now, and in the most uncertain tones so that within the following two minutes his trousers did descend and his shirt was delicately lifted by Maude who performed the action with a remarkable display of 'gentility' in the circumstances while Vanessa stood back and studied Thomas's equipment.
'Did you sperm the girl?' Vanessa asked, much as if she were a lady magistrate.
'M… Miss, no, I didn't. I swear on…'
'You need swear on nothing. We shall soon see. A man of your age, however vigourous you may be in your actual performances, is slow to recover. Hold the back of his hair with one hand, Maude, and with the other bring his pecker up, and we shall see'.
'Yes, Miss', replied Maude, and to a strangled 'AAARGH!' from Thomas began roughly to handle his then pendant tool until in short order it rose majestically and displayed itself boldly and with swollen crest.
'It would appear that he speaks the truth in this one matter at least, Maude. Very well, have him covered up. I have seen enough. A useful if unimpressive object', said Vanessa languidly, and this to the dismay of Thomas who had always (like most men) considered that he had 'rather a good one'.
His dismissal on hiding his erection was then abrupt. Maude giggled upon his departure and said, 'I didn't know what you were a-going to do, Miss, but that's taught him a lesson proper, that has'.
'It is you, my dear, with whom I am more concerned. In the presence of a lady who brooks no refusals, males may frequently be dealt with in this way. You have a son-in-law, I believe, who is laggard in his duties to your daughter'.
'Well, Miss, I has, yes', Maude said, wondering how on earth Vanessa could have discovered such a thing.
'I see. Is he well-armed? Have you tried him out yourself? You should have done, you know'.