'He cropped my bottom! Oh, Papa, you did!' Two tears rolled down beneath her fingers and were kissed away by Vanessa's full lips. Bearing down on her slowly while inching up her skirt to rebellious scrabblings of her hands from Mabel, Vanessa eased one stockinged leg between the girl's.
'Yes, but it was nice afterwards. Did you have a special ride then? Come, Mabel, do you want the cane?'
'No-woh! He didn't, no! The awful wicked things you ask! Oh, go away! Let me get up, I will get up, I will!'
'You will not, my pet, until I have the truth from you. Open her legs more, Mr. Partridge, while I draw her dress up more. Draw up her leg that's nearest to you-let me see'. And to fervent, strangled squeals from Mabel her brown-furred bush was all exposed and, while her trembling legs were held, a slender finger traced the gentle parting of her lovelips, Vanessa saying then with a small frown, 'I cannot tell'.
'No, she was not, but almost', Eric quavered.
'Aha, I see-she held your prick, you toyed with her? A good beginning, Mabel darling-very good. All right, sir, get your trousers down and let me see you both perform'.
'Nah!' Mabel screeched and then received a slap across her thigh that made her sob, endeavouring to curl up, but she was held, her nearest leg gripped by Vanessa while Mr. Partridge rose and thrust his trousers down, raised up his shirt and showed his proud Priapus to their view.-'I won't, I won't. I won't!' Mabel sobbed, peeping through her fingers at the risen penis. It was true that she had held it, had her cunny felt, caressed. Her Papa had kissed her and their tongues had touched just for a moment, and then she had dropped her head away.
'Shush! Be quiet now, Mabel, be quiet', Vanessa coaxed.
Removing Mabel's coy hand from across her eyes, she swooped her lips down on the girl's and despite gurgling struggles and much would-be shaking of Mabel's head succeeded in calming her while Eric stroked her cunny and her thighs and let his pego throb against her stocking top.
Mabel moaned and bucked her bottom mutinuously. Vanessa's long pointed tongue had found its way into her mouth. Fingers that were not Vanessa's were unbuttoning her corsage and her tits were freed. The tongue that slowly swirled in her mouth brought her a dizzy feeling that was like floating, floating. A thumb, that again was not Vanessa's, eased between her tight lovelips and moved back and forth, causing her-almost against her will-to draw upon it.
'Gwooo!' Mabel gasped into Vanessa's mouth, bringing a pretty laugh from that lady who, glancing down for a moment, saw the urging movements of Mr. Partridge's thumb and then licked the tip of her tongue in a sweeping motion back and forth across Mabel's increasingly lax lips.
'Hold it, Mabel-be good', Vanessa whispered into the girl's ear. Seeing that she made only a small, hesitant movement of her arm, Vanessa took her limp wrist and guided her hand down until Mabel's fingers touched the vibrant stem, causing Mr. Partridge to jerk in longing desire.-'I shall do it for you? There… clasp it but lightly, rub your fingers up and down… No, Mabel, do as I tell you-put them back. Up and down, up and down-that's right'.
'I must!' groaned Eric who up to now had maintained what he felt to be a cautious silence.
'In a while, my dear, in a while. Suck her nipples now and rub her cunny more. She is coming on, I believe. Are you, Mabel? Is your tummy melting, dear?'
'Oh-wer!' came Mabel's moan. Clasping the throbbing member as she now was, her bottom rolled and wriggled on the coverlet more willingly, even raising her hips occasionally in more passionate encouragement to the urging thumb, while in his rising hunger of desire Eric rolled upon her bouncy young form, endeavouring to move Vanessa's face aside and to draw upon those succulent lips himself.
Such abandonment of voluptuous preludes, however, annoyed Vanessa who reached between the bellies of the pair and grasped the fervent erection that Mabel, in the course of his movement, had been forced to loose.
'Pray hold, my dear-wait! Raise your hips a little while I point your cock to her cunny. Mabel-draw your knees up-quickly, darling, now!'
'I must, I must!' groaned Eric anew, but the hold around his charger was much more firm and possessive than Mabel's had been. Drawing his engorged crest to within a tempting inch of Mabel's warm, moist slit, she then began swirling a fingertip around the girl's clitoris at the same time.
'Hooo-oh!' Mabel whined, the bucking of her hips causing her lovelips and frothy curls to rub against the velvet-nosed plum of her father's stiff penis, and so much so that Eric endeavoured to force her slit but was sternly withheld from that endeavour by Vanessa who frigged him gently but promisingly, even as she was doing to Mabel whose now ecstastic sprinkling was making Vanessa's fingers agreeably sticky.
'How, sir, hold!' Vanessa hissed.
'But I want…haaar!'
Horrifyingly for Mr. Partridge, since he was within cunt-brushing distance, and yet with a whirling sense of relief, the first leaps of his sperm shot out, spattering both Mabel's honeypot and its shrouding curls in such abundance (followed as it was by its merrily-leaping fellows) that his daughter would not fail to feel the warm, splashing accolade. Indeed, in the fervent desire of the moment, whirling as she was in the course of her own delicious discharges, Mabel squirmed her hot bottom and endeavoured to sheathe the wicked member, but was prevented from doing so by Vanessa.
'Glah!' choked Mr. Partridge, his sperm forming a thick, mucous pool over and around its intended target. His jaw sagged. He was all but spent, as Vanessa saw, and was on such a point of imminent weakness that his slippery poker was easily pushed further back until its final pearls dripped warmly upon Mabel's right thigh. With a groan of mingling
despair and satisfaction, he then subsided, bringing his weight to bear upon his daughter's mounding tits and belly while in his final frenetic jerkings his head lay beside her own, his cock issuing driblets still upon her silksoft skin.
'You see?' Vanessa whispered with a smile to Mabel who lay limp and wondering, her eyes glazed as she continued to suffer the manly weight upon her. Mabel's parted lips were unmoving under the soft kiss she received while with one careful, nudging hand Vanessa caused Mabel's sire to glide off her.
With a little cry then, Mabel rolled onto her hip upon the very edge of her bed and threw her arms about Vanessa much in the manner of a lost child.
'Nice-is it not nice? It will be even better soon', her temptress murmured, stroking her nubile pupil's hair while Eric-guilt-ridden and yet containing within himself new fires of delight-groped his way off of the bed and quickly hauled his trousers up.
Blinded as she was by the looming of Vanessa's face over her own, and now more eager for the kisses that wafted over her flushed face, Mabel did not see the flicking of her tutor's hand which sent Mr. Partridge shuffling without and in so much wondering that he could not believe what had transpired, nor-since it patently had-why Vanessa had not allowed him to complete the sensuous act.
Pausing on the landing and undecided now as to how to act henceforth in respect of Mabel, or where indeed to take himself for the moment, he decided upon descending in order to quaff some restoring port or whiskey. Scarce had he begun to imbibe, however, and while reflecting on the perfect delights of Mabel's parted legs and snowy-mounded tits than Margaret made her entrance.
It had been for her, perhaps, an even more perfect day than for Eric. Her bottom tingled agreeably still from the dual assaults it had received in a quiet pasture from both the boys who-somewhat shamefaced at the thought of encountering their father-had taken to the rear of the house.