'I shall flood both your cunts-your bottoms, too, my sweet', groaned Percy who could not longer hold back from his delight and loosed such a cannonade of boiling sperm within her maw as made her writhe in a red mist of delight until both collapsed and, breathing heavily, went into quietude which, however, was broken after a long reflective minute by Mildred as her brother's slackening slug slipped from her slit.
'Percy, you did not really mean…'
'Lie still, Mildred-rest. I will fetch you tea. You are a glorious fuck, my pet, a glorious fuck'. And with that salutation he departed quickly while Mildred lay back and threw an arm across her eyes, her cunny pulsing still, her mind aflame.
Ten minutes later when Percy re-entered the bedroom, naked still, his thick penis dangling, it was to bear her a cup of tea the like of which-unknown to her-Mildred had never drunk before. Certainly, it was of the finest Indian blend, yet a certain potion had been mixed into it, the faint taste of which two spoonfuls of sugar concealed.
'Percy… Percy, you said…', Mildred began hesitantly, raising the welcome cup to her lips.
'I have said nothing that we did not agree upon, my dear. Drink your tea and rest anew. There is no haste to rise. By the time I have fetched Susan from the railway station you will have long been up and about'.
Mildred's lips quivered as she drank. A score of things to say danced in her mind and yet she knew her weakness in having spoken in the wildness of desire as she had done. As Percy dressed, so she drank and let her head rest back upon her pillow. Indeed, she felt drowsy again already. Perhaps it was the morning warmth. The sound of his movements about the bedroom became fainter. Her eyelids grew heavier and closed. There was darkness, there was darkness, there was dark:
Percy surveyed her then more closely, tiptoeing to the bed and shaking her shoulder gently, but she did not stir.
The potion had worked well, as often it had done before with others who had awakened to find themselves in the Vicar's bed. It would be two hours before she stirred at least, and meanwhile there was Susan to attend upon.
Opening a small cabinet beside the bed, Percy produced a bottle of port, pouring a little onto his fingers and then passing them first across Mildred's lips and then her nipples. The scent thereof was redolent and could not be escaped.
A devilish plan, he told himself with an inward chuckle. Devilish but not eventually harmful, so he persuaded himself. Susan was ripe for a corking. If he did not give it to her, some churlish fellow would whom she would fruitlessly marry. Better to put her to his own cock for a few weeks at least. There need be no great disharmony between the pair if he treated them correctly, sternly. Women, in his view, took to sternness well, though Susan might be difficult at first-she might.
And thus would anyone have thought who knew Susan. At twenty-one, she was an inch taller than her Mama and willowy of figure. Her titties were small and high-perched, having fine pointed nipples that would have delighted the errant fingers of many a man or woman had they chanced to invade her corsage-but none as yet had. Nor had her fine bottom been moulded by loving hands, nor her cuntlips parted to enquiring digits. In short, Susan was virginal in all aspects, even to the proud quivering of her nostrils and her stately but cautious walk as if at any moment she might trip over something.
That his niece had not been cock-tasted was very much in the mind of Percy upon his journeying to the railway station. His urge was to unveil and cane her noble young bottom until she squealed for release thereof on to the waiting prick-an instrument she had almost certainly never seen in full stance. But in this instance, perhaps, there would have to be a different method-one just as forthright in effect, but different. Within a few days she would prove more malleable, in any event. Two well-tutored females about the house, two females of his own class who could be taught many a little trick and eventually assist him in the seduction of young girls, would be more admirable than Mrs. Smith who fortuitously had put in no appearance, anyway.
Surprise rose in Susan's eyes, so prettily garbed in a white and blue dress as she was, upon alighting from her train and seeing only her uncle waiting.
'Is Mama not well?', she asked upon their settling in the Vicar's conveyance.
'She is resting, my dear. A little over-indulgence in port, I fear, but she will soon be herself, I am sure'.
'Oh!' exclaimed Susan, for she had not been aware of such tippling habits in her Mama and felt a little dumbfounded with embarrassment that scarcely eased when, upon reaching the Vicarage and having discarded her flowered hat and her white, elbow-length gloves, she proceeded upstairs with her uncle in her train, and he observing with much satisfaction and not a little impatience the rolling of her bottom cheeks beneath her tightly inswept skirt.
The sound that Susan uttered upon entering the boudoir of sin was great indeed, for there lay her fond Mama in utter nudity, one leg hanging over the side of the bed and all of her plump, firm charms displayed to view.
'She, she, she is uncovered! Oh, Mama, Mama!' Susan cried, shaking her parent and endeavouring in vain to cover her with the sheet which the crafty cleric had seen to it was well twisted and tucked beneath Mildred's legs which, in slumber, were heavy. Her bewilderment was of course even greater that such a shameful display could be made and hence she tugged ail the more until Percy ringed her waist and drew her upright in such wise that her bottom moulded firmly into his loins.
'Do not upset yourself, my dear, nor disturb her as yet, for she will awaken in her own time. Besides, you must be weary after your journey. Come, take your ease with me for a while in the drawing room. She will call us as soon as she awakes. The port, I fear… You see how the bottle is nigh empty'.
'Oh, poor Mama!' Susan uttered with a little sob, but seeing no help for it allowed herself to be led downstairs with his arm comfortingly about her waist and guided to a sofa where she sat fretfully twisting her fingers about and all but refusing the glass of liqueur which, in the event, Percy brought to her lips himself and so gained excuse to sit close beside her. Having poured it beyond her sight, he had seen to it that it contained a modicum of the selfsame potion that had put Mildred into the land of dreams, a single drop that would render Susan slightly drowsy.
'I do not understand Mama. It has never happened before', she murmured as the warm liquid trickled down her throat and meandered into her belly.
'Loneliness and desire, my dear. The latter is paramount, I believe. Rest your head back. Was it dusty on the train? Really, you should remove your dress. Finish your drink. It should be taken at a swallow'.
'But, uncle, I…glug!' gurgled Susan as the glass, raised by his hand, issued the rest of the sweet fiery liquid over her tongue. Cradled by his arm about her shoulders, she had indeed sunk back, her head resting on the low edge of the sofa. Beneath the hazy look that had stolen into her eyes, she observed the movement of a hand that wafted across her protruding titties, hesitated and then cupped the nearest.
'Desire is potent in females at times, my dear. Your Mama chose to unveil herself to me. It was dusk, you understand. The room was veiled in a certain mystery of delight. There was no help for her but to lower her drawers…'
'Ho! Oh, Uncle, pray-oh please…!' came a soft moan from Susan who felt as though her head were enveloped in clouds. Helplessly slipping sideways, her cheek rested upon his shoulder.
'Yes, of course, my dear, I will tell you more', uttered Percy, deliberately misconstruing her cry, 'Her thighs and belly once seen, the lips of her slit ridged with desire, there was naught for me in the course of my brotherly duty but to produce my organ of procreation-that is to say my penis, cock, pego, prick. In but a moment your Mama clasped it in her palm and glided her tongue into my mouth. Feeling her bared belly against the knob of my rammer, desire fired my veins in equal measure. Here upon this very carpet I bedewed her delicious cunt with my sperm whereupon, after many luscious kisses and sighs of profound pleasure your dear Mama begged me to afford you the same lubricious joy'.