Anonymous - The Vicar's girl

'Went upstairs. Tried to have a sleep. Then Alf come up. I told him no, but he was a-lumbering all over me, and they was a-going at it downstairs again by then. Couldn't face this morning, I couldn't'.

'Are you not speaking?'

'I think she's been telling me lies about him, about her Alf, Miss. He goes at it proper. No holding him back'.

'So, you had him up between your legs twice, my dear, and took pleasure from it. What harm in that? There is a saying, Maude, that one should not kick against the pricks, you know', Vanessa said with conscious humour that was wasted on Mrs. Smith who seemed to require time to chew that over, asking with a doubtful look, 'Is there, Miss?'

'Just as there is at the Vicarage. But you do not want to return there, surely? I have much more homely accommodation for you. So far from you having to pay rent for your cottage, you will all make your home here free, and with wages such as we will settle between us, you and I. Put aside your foolish ideas, Maude. After all, you never entertained such at the Vicarage, nor were you yourself entertained much, I believe. Here it will be otherwise. I like watching, Maude, just as you have so often done, but now you also have the pleasure of doing it, too'.

'You mean… you mean like doing it with both of them still?'

'You know very well that I mean that, Maude, and do not pretend that you are displeased thereby. You are in your most vigourous years, my dear. Bring up their erections; make them spout'.

'And Elsie, too, I suppose; that's what you mean?' asked Maude in a would-be sullen tone.

Vanessa turned away from her, showing her back, and gazing out through the leaded panes of the drawing room window.

'Whatever passes, my dear, he will have her over again and she will yield, her expression mayhap a little startled ever, her eyes wide, but her sweet bottom ever wriggling. You know it well'.

'Reckons as I do, yes. I'd have to be ever watchful, I would. Get my nerves on edge, it would'.

'You can relax now, my dear Maude. Have them come in', Vanessa uttered grandly.

With the entrance of her three, as she thought of them, Maude stepped back as if she were not part of the immediate assembly-a gesture which did not displease Vanessa who waved her to a chair. Maude proudly sat and, upon a thought, slipped her well-won sovereigns silently into her purse. Standing between her father and husband, Elsie's eyes faltered and fell, but Vanessa stepped forward and tilted up the girl's chin.

'Elsie, how nice of you to come', she cooed, 'I have come to an agreement with your Mama that you will all stay here now, and well rewarded you will all be, I can tell you'. Then, as if embracing all three with her words, Vanessa went on, 'In an unpleasant world there are many disagreements; in a pleasant one such as will encompass you here, there will be naught but agreements. Is that not so, Maude?'

'Why-er-yes, Miss, that it is-that's right'.

'Elsie, you will have your own little boudoir, as will your Mama. You may conduct yourself in comfort, given your obedience-or shall we say your compliance?'

'My, my what, Miss?' stammered Elsie, going pink.

'Actions speak louder than words', Vanessa replied, ringing the bell for Mary who endeavoured to come in looking impressive but in actuality looked hushed.-'Mary is the governess of the house and in my absence you will follow her wishes. I said five shillings a week for each of you, did I not, as wages, Maude?"

'That you did, Miss', replied Mrs. Smith who had never heard of such a high sum being paid before except to head butlers and the like. Thomas bit his lip, half grinned, but remained silent as did Alfred who seemed feared to even move his feet.

'Precisely. Mary, pray conduct Elsie to her room and have her disrobe. One of the males will attend on her immediately. Thomas, I think. Wait in the hall, Thomas, and Mary will call you up'.

'But I don't want…!' Elsie uttered in a wail and cast a beseeching look over her shoulder at her mother who appeared absorbed in the apparent weight of her purse or else the colour of the curtains.

'Come on', Mary said with such abruptness that it surprised and pleased her. Taking Elsie's elbow, she turned her about and led her out.

'Oh, no!'

Elsie's cry echoed in the hall. A dragging of feet sounded which took Vanessa immediately to the threshold of the door.

'Cane her, Mary, if she does not perform properly and well!'

'Yes, Miss, I shall'.

'Ow! You dare!' came Elsie's wail while with an imperious gesture from Vanessa, Thomas began to take himself in the hall. It were a right turn-up, he thought, and maybe even a dream, but he wasn't sure. His brain felt fuddled but his cock was already getting stiff. She had a lovely little bum, did Elsie, but it were funny doing it like this and Maude knowing about it again, like she had done last night.

Vanessa left the door ajar, waiting. Mary was as much a test as any of them.

'Take your clothes off, Alfred, and stand against the wall', she ordained without looking at him, adding-as if en passant-'Maude, see to it that he does', her words being followed by a squealing 'Yeee-ow!' from Elsie and the snapping voice of Mary saying, 'I said, get it off, Miss, and your petticoat as well'.

'It seems that she can deal with things, Maude', Vanessa said, holding the door and glimpsing a wondering Thomas biting his lip in the hall.-'Are you progressing?' she asked, hearing a thump of boots.

'It's all right, Miss', said Maude between tightened lips, which was precisely the mood that Vanessa wished her to be in. An idea had struck her-a very amusing idea. Deliberately she did not rum her head around the half-opened door of the drawing room to observe a nevertheless heavily-breathing Alfred whose mother-in-law was already handling his cock and balls.

'Have him lie down, Maude. On his back. Make him obey', Vanessa said crisply and much to the surprise of both. Then it was that she pushed the door to a little and saw the dangling, thickening root of Alfred's cock as he went down oafishly and stared up at the white plaster roses that formed crossed ropes across the surface of the ceiling.-'Sit on him, Maude-skirt up and plump your bottom down on his face. Keep him quiet thus. I want to listen'.

'Miss?'

'Do it, Maude. Do not be tiresome. Spread your bottom cheeks over his mouth and nose. You have no drawers on, of course? Good. Let him sniff you thus, my dear, for that will bring his cock up as fast as anything'.

'Glmmmph!' sounded from Alfred next as with surprising daintiness and not a little curious eagerness, Maude raised her skirts and-kneeling over his chest-brought the rather massive weight of her mature bumcheeks to spread odoriferously over his startled face. Indeed, in that bewildering and darkening moment, Alfred found his nose stuck precisely up to her bumhole while the thick brush of curls around her cunt, together with the rolled lips, scoured his mouth.

'Nicely, Maude, nicely. Keep him down. Excellent training for him, my dear-excellent', Vanessa observed to Maude who-feeling the most curious and exciting of sensations- squashed her son-in-law's face more firmly under her plump arse. Grinning with pleasure, her face flushed (though not a hundredth part the way that Alfred's was), she looked up at Vanessa who nodded briefly but approvingly, her ears cocked still for the sounds from upstairs.

"Swooo-wittt! both Vanessa and Maude heard, though whether Alfred did is problematical.

'Geee-ow!' screeched Elsie, and with that Mary's victorious cry, 'I told you so, didn't I? Now, put it up, Miss, or you will get a dozen more! Come on now, let me see it all. Oh, what a lovely cunny! Shall I tickle it?'

You are going beyond yourself with those last words, Mary, so Vanessa thought, but it was impossible to teach such a one the finer nuances of schooling a girl. Morever, Elsie was simply being awkward. An annoyance-an inconvenience. Alfred was puffing, gasping. His bared toes curled, and were dirty. They must all have daily baths, Vanessa decided. And perhaps, after all, they were not suitable. Mannered gentry had far better ways.