'Well, Maude, what is your opinion of your son-in-law's poker? Does Elsie have much to complain of?'
'Not…' (a gulp from Maude), 'not much, I s'pose, no'.
'Excellent. I am in agreement with you. Advance to the table, Maude and put your bottom up. It is a regulation posture in high places. You would do well to ape your betters in such matters. Come-have no hesitation-no more than does a cow when brought to the bull. Let us see what you have to offer to this noble cock. Legs spread, please, and held steady. Ah, there is my teaser! How prettily you show it, Maude! The finest bottom in the parish, surely! Do you not think so, Alfred, now that it has materialised from out of your dreams? Get behind her, you oaf, and present yourself. Enter the knob in her succulence, but no more than that. Hold so and you may be duly rewarded. Shall I reward him, Maude?'
'Dunno, Miss… I… oooh! Ooooh, Alf!'
'There, you see, he is accommodated. How he quivers to enjoy you! Do not let it sink in as yet, Alfred, or I shall have cause to whip you', Vanessa declared, thereupon producing a crop from under the cloak. 'Stand up, Elsie, and come closer and you will see how the mighty engine is expected to perform. See how the veins stand out-give me your hand, silly, and do not look so much like a wet lettuce, please-see how the eager knob halts at the very portals of desire'.
'Miss, I don't think we ought to do anything like this… WHOOO!' Elsie gasped as Vanessa ringed her waist and thrust her free hand up beneath her attire to find a bottom that was admirably well-rounded, warm as toast, and naked as well.
'Oh, gawd, Miss, let me!' croaked Alfred.
'In two inches, then, I concede that. A gentleman ploughs slowly and steadily, Alfred, and does not rush his fences. Is that not true, Elsie?' Vanessa asked cunningly, fingering in-between the girl's tight nether cheeks and causing her hips to wriggle and her legs to twist.
'I dunno, Miss, I… HOOO! Yes!'
'A better answer, girl, for I warrant you know well. Alfred, your patience is commendable, as is that of your mare. Thrust your prick up her fully now and hold!'
A low moan of pleasure came from both amourous contestants as Alfred obeyed and brought the bulging, naked cheeks of Maude's bottom to spread right across his belly. In so being entered, his mother-in-law's cunt had seemed to expand, much like a flower opening and so inviting his now greasy rod to enclose itself completely in her maw. Once she had received the doughty masterpiece of pulsing flesh, Maude clasped upon it and around it, the walls of her cunny forming a tight sheath in a manner that caused her son-in-law to feel dizzy with delight. Both snorted as Maude pressed her bumcheeks into him demandingly.
'Oh lawks, Mum!' whined Elsie, wriggling herself as Va-nessa's fingers attended to her own queasy honeypot.
'She is but exercising the male, Elsie, as you must equally learn to do. Very well, Alfred, commence pistoning your rod but be not hasty in the matter. Withhold your fervent juices as yet or I shall crop you, my lad. Slow out-slow in. It is the female that must obtain the pleasure when you are covering her'.
'HAAAR!' both Maude and Alf groaned and grimaced as the fleshy tube commenced its movements back and forth, for though there were many words that the lady used to him which he did not understand, Alf caught the drift of it all right and was happier than he had deemed himself to be in ploughing his mother-in-law's tight and succulent furrow.
As for Maude, the whitening of her knuckles where she gripped the sides of the plain deal table and held her stockinged legs taut against the libertine assault showed that Alfred was already causing her the greatest pleasure.
Vanessa had meanwhile tipped up the front of Elsie's skirt and, standing but feet from the hard-breathing contestants, cupped the girl's plump young pussy with one hand, inserting her finger up between the lovelips, while toying with her well-ridged bumhole with the other.
Her eyes half-dimmed, Elsie swayed. She could see and hear all that it seemed to her impossible to be happening. At every thrust of Alfred's loins, her mother's fat bottom cheeks smacked into his belly just as her own had often enough smacked into the Vicar's. And perhaps then again Elsie remembered that her dear Mama had once peeped in on that.
'You are not coming, Alfred, I trust?' came Vanessa's cool voice.
'Goooo! N… no, Miss, I'm trying me hardest. Not if you don't say'.
'It's nice, isn't it, Maude, nice?' asked Vanessa encouragingly.
'Yes, Miss-yes, Miss-ooooh!'
'The world is made for pleasure, Elsie', sighed Vanessa, pressing her lips upon the girl's in a manner that the half-swooning Elsie could no longer resist. In that moment, there was only one world for Vanessa. Her eyes closed, her tongue slithered wetly around Elsie's while her fingers worked more feverishly, causing the slim girl to droop with desire. Tapered fingers that were sticky from Elsie's honeypot soothed the sweet moisture momentarily over the girl's silky belly and then returned to their task, making Elsie's breath hiss into Vanessa's mouth.
'Are you ready for it, my pet?' husked Vanessa dreamily while Elsie's hips squirmed.
'Haaar, yes, oh yes!'
With that passionate little response, Elsie did not see the door open, nor hear the footfalls of the naked Thomas whose penis was quivering up towards the ceiling. To his view first came the sight of Alfred's steadily-working buttocks, his spread legs half concealing the sturdy, stockinged ones of Maude who had by now spent twice and was about to do so again, her effusions sprinkling and spurting over Alfred's sensitive knob. As a voluptuous accompaniment to this lusty display, Thomas also viewed the exquisite rondeur of Elsie's bottom and her plump and oily cunny that nestled like a bird in Vanessa's palm.
Vanessa had told him upon what 'cue' he was to make his entrance, though mischievously enough she had not told him what he was to do thereupon.
Elsie's eyes half opened in that moment and she viewed him, though dimly, as if she were seeing a ghost. There was nothing apparition-like, however, about the distended penis she could see, nor the hefty balls that hung in waiting below it.
'Pa-pa-har-haaar!' came Elsie's moan and her knees buckled the more as then she herself spurted her fine rain over Vanessa's cunningly-tickling finger while a pink mist seemed to further blur her vision.
'Over, Elsie!' Vanessa murmured, and guided the half-swooning maiden to the opposite end of the table so that, in being bent over it, Elsie faced her Mama, with their noses all but touching.
'Oh gawd!' Thomas husked in delight. In the past he had had several fine peeps at Elsie's apple-round bottom when she had flitted about wearing naught but a petticoat, and his fingers had ofttimes tingled to taste those prettily-bulbing cheeks.
With Elsie's new posture, he could view in totality the chubby halfmoons, the sweet crevice that divided them, and the nesting of curls around her slit.
Hearing Vanessa's hurried whisper of 'To your post, man!' and therewith a more wavering cry of, 'No, Dad, you can't!' Thomas saw to it that he could. Straddling his well-muscled legs behind those of Elsie, he suffered no warnings from a fascinated Vanessa as his swollen crest slewed up between the pouting lips and made its new home fully, deep between the satiny walls.
'Mum-mum!' Elsie sobbed.
'Hold hands, girls. Put yours over hers, Maude. Clasp them. Good! Not too quickly, Thomas, please now. Give her a good sturdy fuck. It need not be the last she will receive from you if you perform well'.
And with that-truth to tell-Vanessa began a slow backward movement towards the door. The gasps, the sighs, the breathless, incoherent murmurs from the two females as the males attended upon them-the utter certainty that all would now finish the course-filled Vanessa with immense pride. It would be pleasant, thought she, to witness the four of them in the dizzying aftermath, to know what was said and what passed-to know what further impassioned caresses they might enter into. But even so, such would take up too much of her time, and she could learn later from Maude what transpired. The thought of the sovereigns she was due to receive would hang over Maude as closely as would this voluptuous and perhaps overdue event.