Anonymous - The Vicar's girl

'If we two are in sin, Mildred, then let our words evoke that which we mean to do. Straighten your legs and hold them well apart. Present your bottom, well thrust out- present it to me as a sister should'.

'Per-cy!' Her shoulders and head being then hid from him, her hair flowing out upon the cushions of the seat, Mildred made as if to rise again, but the rippling movement in her back was sufficient warning for her brother who had so frequently encountered such recalcitrance before.

Swooo-issssh! the cane sang, biting deep across both bottom cheeks and leaving there a thin pink streak that brought a howl from Mildred and a wailing cry of 'No!' such as the Vicar was well accustomed to. Giving her no respite, he brought another up beneath her magnificently bulging bum that made her lift clear up on to her toes and more clearly display the rolled lips of her cunt to him.

'Har! Percy, stop! I cannot, cannot bear it, no!'

Hooo-witt! A third, much deeper streak that bit into those plump, full cheeks and caused her hips to roll and writhe.

'It is needful, my dear, to bring you to the cock. I know that now. Three more, my pet, and then my entry will be made. A good creaming of your cunt is long overdue, I think. Is that not so?'

'No, Percy! Oh, do not speak so! How can you? Ah, no! Aaaaargh!'

And indeed the cry that rang from Mildred's throat was by far her shrillest, for Percy had afforded her a sharp, swift double, coursing the cane from left to right across her quivering, cleft globe and then reversing its passage, causing Mildred's bumcheeks to contract visibly as her screech reached its thinnest, highest note.

'Hooo-waaah!' sobbed Mildred but a few seconds later. Omitting the final stroke in a paroxysm of excitement and casting down the cane, Percy had seized her swelling hips and nosed the crest of his charger up between the oiled lips of her slit. Frequently in this posture he would first hold himself half in until the most frantic wrigglings had been conquered and the throbbing of his tool conveyed the message to the supplicant.

In this instance, however, he burrowed fully in with one sleek stroke and brought Mildred's scorched bumcheeks to rear into his belly while, bending full over her, he took purchase of her jutting tits with both his palms and wallowed in the succulence of her close-gripping slit.

'Percy-hee-heee!' Mildred blathered, rolling her bottom wildly for a moment while he nested powerfully within her.

'What an arse you have, what tits, what glorious thighs! Come, my sweet, keep your legs well straddled-let us be in sin and fuck!'

'Oh, Percy, hooo! Oh, it's in-it's in!'

'Be quiet, my dear!', thundered Percy, straining his strong legs blissfully as the spongy walls of her nest enclosed him grippingly, but at the same time recovering himself. For, as had been seen with Vanessa, it was in his nature to evoke total obedience from a new female, and in the present sense his mewing sister was undoubtedly new to him.

'Oh-wow!' Mildred whimpered, but to his relief subsided into gasps and uttered no more words the while that his thick, long pestle began to work her.

Never before, perhaps, had the Vicar had a more vi-gourous fuck, for he sensed it was needful to so 'service' Mildred thoroughly in this first incestuous bout to which both had been slowly and hesitantly drawn. The sensation of her ripe bottom cheeks slapping into him with every inward stroke was glorious. Levering himself up anew, he stood with straddled legs and back upright while his loins impelled his pulsing pego back and forth in her foaming slit. Indeed, several times he glanced down to see with excited wonder its self-renewing entries and to watch as well as to feel the bumpings of her fine arse into him.

Both grunted, both breathed heavily-both emitted little moans. A soft sluicing sound was to be heard in the otherwise quiet drawing room, together with a slight creaking of the sofa-back at every throbbing thrust. And such small sounds-devoid of intervening voices-were as music to the Vicar's ears.

Even so, after several minutes of this lubricious exercise, and upon feeling himself about to explode his spermaceous offering, the Vicar asked pantingly, 'Have you come, Mildred?'

'Hoooo, Percy!'

'Have you, Mildred-have you?'

'Yes!'

'Good, my sweet, then let us see if we can come, and come rejoicingly together, for I am about to fill your cunt at last.'

'P… P… P!' came stutteringly from Mildred who was in truth shamefully lost to all but desire.

'Work your arse, for I shall fuck you frequently hereafter, Mildred'.

A low cry broke from Mildred, for the very crudity of his utterance stirred her to an even madder excitement. Sprinkling ardently, she at the same time felt the first inward rush of a long, thick stream of sperm from her brother's prick inundating the clinging interior of her cunt. Her bottom squirmed wildly in delighted response.

'Oh, Percy, yes-more! More!'

'What a superb fuck you are, Mildred. We should long ago have done this. My heavens, how much I am shooting up you… aaaaah!'

With that heartfelt cry, the Vicar spurted and jetted on, laving her sleek, interior walls with his juices until with flaring nostrils and quivering legs he uttered up his last and remained with his pulsing shaft buried full in her, gritting his teeth in delight as Mildred remained now passively responsive to his will.

'There were no objections, then? Oh, I am glad of that', Margaret murmured. Relaxed in a cane chair upon the lawn, her face protected from the afternoon glare by a pretty sunshade of pink with a deep, white frill, she turned her face towards Vanessa as she spoke.

'None. In fact it might be said that I am giving every encouragement to advance the girls. In such ways as I think fit, that is. The boys will be neglected. That is the shame of it. Unless… but then of course you do not have time'.

'Time? Unless? What is your intention, my dear?'

Thus asked Margaret who felt a pleasant fluttering of anticipation in her as she spoke, for it seemed to her that Vanessa was offering her the very opportunity she desired.

'Why, Margaret-may I call you that? — were you to have time to educate the boys in such a manner as I think best fit for them, what pleasure you would incur in so teaching that which is so seldom taught! A comely woman-one so fine in aspect as youself-would surely know much joy, much fulfilment of the spirit, in being attended to by three rapidly-growing young males who in all respects will thus broaden their education immensely, and with such due homage as I believe they should devote to you. What a lovely mouth you have! Do you mind my saying that?'

'What a strange way of talking you have! I have never met the like! What… what manner of education do you think I should give them?'

'Have I not said? That which approaches most closely to the heart of pleasure. Writing, reading, or arithmetic? Why no, for anyone can teach that. There are more seminal matters which require to be disclosed to them. Do you understand, Margaret?'

'A little, but I am not sure'.

As sure as your tongue now passes quickly across your lips are you sure, Vanessa thought to herself, but allowed no expression of revealment to enter her face.

'How delicately can I put it, Margaret? Young men are frequently to be found making solitary offerings to Venus, and that I deem a great waste, do you not? They should not be left to languish thus. How cruel! A good female teacher will best decide for them when and how such votive offerings-liquid and warm in form-may best be expended, for they are bound to be and will otherwise be wasted on the empty air. Did not the Bard say, 'Gather ye rosebuds while ye may?' and may we not gather other than such? Indeed, we may more fruitfully do so, for it is never in and out of season, is perpetual in its rising, virile and responsive to one's will'.