And where the devil was Margaret? Taking the upper hallway, he made to attempt her door when there came to his ears the sound of moans, accompanied by others which were of an even stranger nature. His hand raised itself to knock, but then faltered and fell as Vanessa made a sudden appearance from Mabel's room.
'Margaret is indisposed', Vanessa said quickly before Eric could speak. Laying her hand upon his arm, she murmured, 'There are other duties for you to perform, I believe'.
'You will-er-that is, see to Margaret?' he enquired endeavouring to keep his ears cocked, but being too much diverted to hear much more.
'You will see to Mabel?' riposted Vanessa, bringing a flush into his cheeks.
'You have caned her already?'
'I have told her of my displeasure at her foolishly winsome attitude. It is not really in her nature at all, you know, not really at all. You might perhaps apprise me later if it is indeed necessary for me to cane her, though I have left her in no doubt that I intend to. Hence there is no need to disabuse her on that point. She is dressing now and much confused as to her future behaviour in your presence. One cannot leave such a problem unresolved. It may be necessary for you to show an authoritative hand-in the right place, that is'.
'I will speak to her', Eric responded stiffly.
'The summerhouse, perhaps, or a canter in the woods? The motions of a girl's bottom on the saddle quite agitates her, I am told-but forgive me, such you will already know and put to good use, I am sure', Vanessa added, seeing his eyes narrow a little and judging his mood better than he knew.
'You may be certain that I will advise you, Miss Mark-ham'.
'With this?' Vanessa asked, bringing a smile to her velvety lips and touching his trouser-covered Priapus lightly and causing him to grit his teeth.
'Most possibly. I trust you will be available?'
'Come, my dear, we are but fencing, are we not? Your duty is as plain as is Mabel's daughterly duty to her sire. Mount her, Eric. I have already allowed you several views of her delightful pastures. Her cunny is warm and soft, her eyes limpid. Her titties will swell to your palm. She is sufficiently on heat to succumb, but you must be firm with her. Cleave her with your rod and have no nonsense about the matter. Meanwhile I will see to Margaret, but first I will fetch her a damp flannel to cool her forehead'.
'Till tonight, then', Eric responded doggedly, as if the matter of which she were speaking were of less import
'We shall see'.
Making her way slowly to the nearest bathroom, Vanessa covertly observed his departure with a smile of satisfaction. She had no intention of disturbing Margaret since it must seem to the boys that their aunt was the sole seducer. As indeed Margaret at that moment was. Both boys having spermed her cunny, and her back being marked from their weights upon her on the floor (an exercise which she had found quite enchanting), she had retired to the bed and lay toying with their half-limp cocks.
As for Fred and George, they were minded to wonder how such could continue to pass without interruptions, and were becoming a trifle nervous of discovery, as Margaret could sense. Secure in the knowledge that Vanessa alone held the key to her room, however, the emboldened lady took it upon herself to suck their love-slimed knobs in turn, causing them each to groan and jerk their hips.
'My darlings, you have not finished with Aunty yet, have you?' she asked luringly, this invitation bringing a gurgle of pleasure from both. Her long broad tongue licked up and down their virile young stems as she spoke-she kneeling up and the boys lying on either side of her.
'Gaaar! W… w… want to do it in your mouth, Aunty', George groaned, moving his fiery piston up and down between her sucking lips.
'But Aunty prefers it a different way, does she not? How does she like it best, Freddy?'
With a little puffing gasp of pleasure, her younger nephew felt then his own straining pego drawn into her warm, inviting mouth, her lips slewing up and down the slender rod.
'B… b… both together?' he stammered, working his hips in frustration as those juicy lips left his crest glowing.
'Good boy, yes. Aunty likes one up her cunt and one up her bottom-together, my angels. George, lie still and keep your legs together while I take my seat on you. Freddy will act as postillion and work his cock up my bottom at the same time. Ah, you naughty boys-yes!' Margaret gurgled as at that George all but hauled her plump thighs a-straddle over his legs and caused his prick to jut up under her already-creamed quim while Freddy positioned himself with his young poker eager to assault her nether hole.
'Hoo-oooh, slowly-both of you! Together-together-ah, yes, George, get up my cunny first-there- ah! Now Freddy you, darling, yes, can you get it in? Is it tight?'
'Oh, Aunty, Aunty, yes!' Freddy panted. The close-rimming but spongy interior of her slit gripped him possessively as he worked his peg in-between her fat bumcheeks while George, having already rooted himself and feeling her pubic bush grazing and tickling his own, was all but a prisoner beneath his aunt.
A hissing gasp escaped Margaret at the full invasion of Freddy's cock which, being more slender than his brother's, was superbly fashioned to bugger her sleekly. Feeling her rearing cheeks ram into his belly, he clasped her waist while George nibbled at her stiff nipples.
'Too-hoo-geth-er!' Margaret moaned. She had taught them already how to work their cocks alternatively in her close apertures and-as Freddy slowly withdrew his flaming piston-so her hips rose and fell to bring a rhythm to the lascivious triple act that seemed to turn her belly to molten lava and, with but several deep-plunging strokes on the part of both her nephews, caused her to swooningly sprinkle her pearls over George's well-sheathed cock.
The moans that then sounded came softly through the door, causing a passing Vanessa to tut-tut amusedly and smile to herself. Another half an hour and she would unlock the door as a signal to Margaret to release her young sex slaves, since such they appeared to be. But Vanessa had no envy of that. It was as pleasing to her to manipulate as to enjoy-a vicarious pleasure, perhaps, but there were always males in waiting to service her. Even Reggie, who would somehow have to be fitted into the new entourage rather than the other way round. Most amusing, and it served him right.
Eric meanwhile, having entered Mabel's room, found her preparing to don a blue chemise trimmed with cream lace. Other than that she was attired only in drawers and dark blue stockings and shoes, her breasts bobbing in firmly-jellied fashion as she strove quickly to cover them.
'Your dress and drawers will suffice, Mabel. I intend that we shall go for a refreshing ride. Let me not find you wearing other than those. I shall await you downstairs. Five minutes!' uttered Eric with a firmness that astonished even himself.
'Papa?' bleated Mabel who had succeeded in covering her twin globes, but was then forced to free them again as she pettishly and with reluctance cast off the chemise again, his words causing her brow to furrow. He had not even replied to her and that was unfair, especially as she was going to be caned later. Miss Markham had told her again that she was to be and had said that she knew why: 'Just as you yourself do, Mabel', Vanessa had said coolly during a brief 'lecture' in Mabel's boudoir.
It was going to be awful, that stinging; she wouldn't be able to bear it, Mabel thought. Quite dizzy with conflicting ideas as to what was what and what she was about, Mabel cast on a dress, tidied her coiffure quickly and, with a sulky, pouting look, descended to find both her Papa and the groom waiting with two fine mounts.