The Vicar's girl

Alfred's cock was creamy-purple, but his face even more so of the latter colour.

It was to be expected, though. In that moment Vanessa wanted something that was unexpected, and her mind began to work on it even as Elsie's sobbing cry floated down from upstairs of 'Oh, Dad, oooh! Oh, Dad!'

Chapter Seventeen

How to achieve her object of the 'unexpected' gave Va-nessa an almost sleepless night, producing faintly dark circles under her eyes which gave her face an even more slumberous and voluptuous aspect. Her mind raced here and there down corridors of twilight where figures endlessly moved and danced, spoke, laughed, or whispered to each other in the gloom.

'There are aspects, Mary. I must seize upon the correct aspect', she murmured thickly to Mary when the maid brought in her morning tea.

'Yes, Miss, I s'pose one ought to do that', replied the girl, having no idea of what her Mistress might be talking about.

'The females. I trust you have them in their rooms, their doors locked'.

'As you ordered, Miss, yes, I done that. Saw to it last night. You said as none of them must do it for a few days now'.

'A few days, yes, that's right. They must work. I do not want to think about them at the moment, though. I have other things, other things. I may amuse myself with them again, I may; I do not know. Leave me, Mary, for I have much to think about. One must not become mechanical, must one? That is the problem, you know; that is the problem. I begin to perceive it more and more'.

'Yes, Miss. If you wants anything else', Mary replied doubtfully and drifted out, perhaps wondering if her Mistress was not a little dippy sometimes.

'Yes!' Mary heard Vanessa declare very loudly as she made to close the door, and looked anxiously back again at her, asking, 'What, Miss, what?'-'Nothing. I have just thought of something, that's all, Mary. Do not concern yourself with it'.

Some two miles away, at the same hour-in a bed whose sheets were much rucked from the night's activities-the Vicar lovingly palmed the large, glossy, warm bottom that Mildred's dozing posture presented to him. As so often in the mornings, he had awakened cock-proud and with a little start of re-awakening Mildred felt the plumlike crest glide insinuatingly between her nether cheeks.

In that moment, as the events of the previous evening swam back to her, she reached an arm behind her and, groping for the impudent weapon, clasped the shaft, murmuring, 'Percy, no! We are in sin!'

'And deliciously so, my dear. Did you not confess such last night when in the very throes of amour?'

So speaking, Percy rolled his sister on her back and made sure of his mount by immediately straddling her and exhibiting the morning glow of his erection to her eyes. Naked as both were from the toils of Venus, Mildred's titties looked particularly large and succulent while her sleep-glazed eyes looked up at that which she had never thought to see-to wit, her brother's fiercely erect penis and heavily-dangling balls which sprouted hairs all around them.

'S… S… Susan is coming today', she swallowed as one hard knee urged her plump thighs apart.

'Susan-yes', he responded while remaining kneeling up in a dominant position and with one knee now nudging the furred mound of her slit. It was two years since he had seen his niece, a proud young woman, not wholly unlike Arabella Smythson-Hyde of whom he had the fondest memories.

'She… she must not know-cannot know', protested Mildred as the Vicar's manly form descended then upon her own.

Knowing that he would find her cunt receptively moist from sleep-not to say the three lubrications it had received after their first lubricious bout-Percy hesitated not but glided his poker straightaway up within her channel until his swollen receptacles came to rest under the deeper curve of her bottom. There had been moments when he had sensed that Mildred might prove slightly recalcitrant. He was prepared for such even while feeling the delectable squeezing of her vaginal walls around his embedded pego.

'You will be quiet, Mildred-or do I have to cane you again?' he asked against her mouth the while that his eager throbs announced themselves within her clinging maw.

'Percy-oh Percy-you would not', grimaced Mildred whose hands clawed at his brawny shoulders.

'There will be times when it may be necessary, Mildred. 'Twas you who last evening invited me to-nay, implored'.

'Because… because I knew I was going to be in sin with you, Percy. Oh, I implore you… AAAH!'

Mildred's gasp arose from a slow ploughing movement of her brother's cock which then momentarily settled itself again deep in her nest.

'Open your legs, woman! Raise your knees a little! What a tasty slit you have-what opportunities we have wasted these past years, have we not?'

'Yes, oh yes, I suppose. My head whirls when you d… do it to me, I cannot help myself. Oh but we should not, Percy, should not! HAAAR!'

'The ride commences, my love. I am your stallion, you my mare. Thrust your hips, work your bottom, Mildred- draw in your brother's sperm again. Come, do it, or I shall thresh your slit again in sight of Susan when she comes. You hear me?'

'Y… yes, Percy! Oh, Percy, don't speak so wickedly. Ah! F… f… f…!' stammered Mildred as the great fleshy plunger moved with thrilling ease in and out of her oily slit. Their bellies smacked, her big titties jiggled, their nipples so fiercely sucked upon by his greedy lips that both rose to fierce points of fire. Licking his tongue around the burning eminences and cupping her firm bottom possessively, the Vicar continued growling such words at her as Mildred had never thought to hear, yet in the red haze of desire-and in the liquid spurtings he extorted from her-Mildred was as lost as a wanderer might be in unknown, close-knit country lanes.

'You need cock, Mildred-say it!'

'Nee… nee… need cock!'

'And Susan-Susan needs a big, firm cock as well, my love-say it!'

'No, Percy, no! Hooo! Ah! Oh, faster, faster, for I cannot help myself!'

'Susan, my sweet. Tell me that Susan, too, needs cock, for surely we both know she does, is over-proud and needs to be put over now and then-but say!'

'Pmmmfh! Come in me, Percy, come, oh come!'

'Of Susan what have you to say', growled the Vicar, threshing even faster and feeling his slewing knob delicously assailed by her sprinkling juices. Cupping her bottom even more firmly, he caused his forefinger to ease into the puckered aperture of her rosehole, this bringing Mildred's tongue to leap into his mouth much as a salmon leaps and curves.

'S… S… Susan… Oh no, Percy! Do not make me utter… utter… HAAAR!'

'I will cane you, my dear, more thoroughly than I did last eve if I do not have your obedience to my will. Have I not first rights on you? Have I not?'

'P… Percy, yes! Oh, stop it. No, don't! I want to feel it, feel it come in me-oh do!'

And indeed Percy was at boiling point, yet had long inured himself to fine control when tutoring young maidens. Only in the first throes of lust had the possibilities that arose from the visit of Susan come into his mind, and now he was both possessed and fired with determination by them.

'Susan-Susan, Mildred-answer me, or by heavens you will receive no other pleasure but the cane!'

As he spoke, so Mildred's nails dug the more fiercely into his shoulders, for the orgasmic explosions she was experiencing fired both her mind and body to a pitch she had never attained before. Lewd figures-figures as seen naked through a gauzy curtain-danced before her eyes. The even greater pulsing of her brother's steadily-pistoning prick caused her to lift her legs and wind them hungrily around his waist. His balls smacked steadily into her bottom where, too, his finger was easing suggestively back and forth.

'Yooo-hooo, yeh-eh-esss, Su… Su… Su… ooooh!'