Anonymous - The Vicar's girl

'You were privy to much, Mary, at your last house', Vanessa said wondering as they prepared to go out, though the use of her third word caused Mary some initial astonishment since she knew only that a privy was a place where' one sat on a wooden seat with one's drawers down. Seeing her expression, Vanessa laughed and said, 'I mean, you were favoured with secrets by your Mistress there'.

'Well, I helped you see-I gave a hand', Mary said truthfully enough. 'For she said as it would demean him more- her husband, I mean-if I were to do it. and she and her sister stood by and watched. That were the second time, though. The first time it was the sister what done it'.

'So tell me again, Mary, what brought it all about', said Vanessa who was eager to absorb every detail and had a very quick ear indeed for such unusual words and phrases as Mary had been brought to learn on those occasions.

'Well, ma'am, the girls used slates to write their lessons on and used to scratch away in their rooms, making those awful squeaking noises like chalk does, and it used to put my teeth on edge. Sometimes they rubbed them out and sometimes they didn't. There was sums on them sometimes, and words at other times. They was learning to spell, of course, though the older one-Victoria, she was-was the better at it. One day, being caught in a hurry, she left her slate in her room and her Mama saw what she had written on it. First she had written 'Nicest' and then underneath that she had turned the first two letters round and written 'Incest'. I didn't know what it meant at the time so I didn't know what the fuss was all about'.

'Well, you do now, Mary', Vanessa said truthfully enough.

Already then they were upon the path towards the village, and already by then, too, Vanessa had begun to recognise the deep transformation that had taken place within herself and which, with self-encouraging warmth, she accepted more and more.

'Tell me again what you heard from Victoria's room several times before that', she encouraged.

'Well, ma'am, as I said, there were times when the Mistress was out and some rare larks went on. At least, I thought they was from the sounds I heard. One afternoon…'

But Mary's discourse was interrupted abruptly by the sound of hooves behind them, approaching rapidly, and when Vanessa turned her head it was to the see Reverend Jubstone reining in his horse and gazing benevolently down upon the pair.

'We are well met again', he announced, giving Vanessa the boldest of looks.

'Are we, sir?' she replied in a tone of voice that set him back.

'I will attend upon you tomorrow, Miss Markham', he began, recovering his boisterousness and preparing then to ride forward again when her voice stayed him.

'You will not, sir', Vanessa called, causing him to glance back at her in surprise.

'I beg your pardon, Miss Markham? Did I hear correctly?'

'If your hearing is not affected by your riding, then I judge that you did. If I wish to receive you I will send word. Otherwise I will not be at home to you. Pray do not let me delay you any longer for I am sure duties must be many'.

'Eh? Ah, yes!' came the choked and somewhat angry response which caused Vanessa's expression to change not at all. For a moment he frowned, then uttered politely but coldly, 'It is as you wish'.

'Indeed it is', Vanessa called as he rode off, this producing a giggle from Mary who furtively clasped her Mistress's hands for a moment, saying, 'That were telling him, ma'am. The dirty old devil', she added bitingly.

'They all are, dear, just as you said', was Vanessa's cool reply. For the first time in her life she felt fully in command of herself and was glorifying in it.

Since the death of his wife, Eric Partridge had taken into his household her also bereaved sister, Margaret, who was a shade younger than himself and with whom he lived in a state of complete propriety which-though little did he know it-sometimes amused the lady and sometimes irked her, for she saw it as no flattery to herself that he did not even unbend to kiss her goodnight.

No outstanding beauty, Margaret was even so a woman of considerable attractions which the male eye could normally not fail to espy. Her breasts were large, her hips sumptuous and her legs of goodly proportions. Her noble bottom she bore proudly, for it had taken its toll of several male pricks during her thirty-nine years, but during that past twelve months had felt so deprived of spermaceous injections that a feeling of desperation had overtaken her.

Not unnaturally, the household was often fully occupied, for Mr. Partridge had two young sons of his own — Freddy, who was fifteen, and George, some eighteen months his senior-as well as two daughters, Alice and Mabel. The latter was a twin to Freddie while Mabel had recently attained her nineteenth year.

Margaret's brood was smaller and consisted of one son, Bertie and another whom she had named Hugh, after his father. Their ages being sixteen and eighteen respectively, they were growing lads and sometimes evinced the fact by such roguish playfulness with their stepsisters as Margaret could not fail to notice with a yearning sigh that such days seemed to have passed for her.

A sense of relief would sweep through Margaret whenever her brother-in-law found it necessary to depart for several days on business, the which sometimes carried him to his manufactories in London, or abroad to Paris and Vienna where he would make negotiations, purchases and sales- all such indeed as kept the two families in great comfort but which did nothing to alleviate the would-be stirring of Margaret's yearning hips.

On such occasions she would feel herself more free and would retire or rise earlier or later than was her wont when Eric was about the house. The young people, too, would become more enlivened and on several occasions Margaret observed their rompings in the garden and the fact that Mabel lent herself, though coyly, to the occasional playful kisses and caresses of her cousin, George, the mere sight of which caused Margaret's belly to tingle so warmly that such vestiges of outward control as she had exerted over herself began to fall away.

On this particular occasion Margaret had three days of her brother-in-law's absence to practise such naughtiness as she had been wont to do in the past, for her late husband had been like unto herself and the pair had had many 'entertainments', as they called them which had excited their loins to pitches of well-fulfilled desire with others.

A-flutter with excitement, she was quick to realise what she might do and hence rose very early before the rest of the household were awake. Clad only in her nightgown which clung revealing to her form, she entered the bedroom which her nephews shared and saw them lying together abed-angelically, as it seemed to her.

A floorboard creaked upon her entry and George awoke, blinking at the so unexpected vision the while that Margaret put her fingers to her lips. Approaching the bed on tiptoe, she bent and whispered, 'I have not been able to sleep and am cold. Will you not cuddle me, Georgie?'

Nodding mutely as he observed better than ever before the wondrous gourds of her titties which half fell from the vent in her single garment, George unthinkingly slipped out of bed and in doing so brought his tummy to bear against his aunt's, who muffled a giggle thereat, for she had distinctly and hopefully felt the touch of his penis under his nightshirt.

'Wait until we lie down, darling', she murmured boldly. Raising her filmy attire to the tops of her thighs and so affording him more wondrous sights, Margaret slid carefully down beside Freddy who was still dozing and in so doing presented her half-uncovered bottom to George who followed suit behind her.

Unable to constrain herself, Margaret immediately urged her proud rump into him and, turning her neck, presented her lips close to his astonished own.