Anonymous - The Vicar's girl

'Susan, my sweet. Tell me that Susan, too, needs cock, for surely we both know she does, is over-proud and needs to be put over now and then-but say!'

'Pmmmfh! Come in me, Percy, come, oh come!'

'Of Susan what have you to say', growled the Vicar, threshing even faster and feeling his slewing knob delicously assailed by her sprinkling juices. Cupping her bottom even more firmly, he caused his forefinger to ease into the puckered aperture of her rosehole, this bringing Mildred's tongue to leap into his mouth much as a salmon leaps and curves.

'S… S… Susan… Oh no, Percy! Do not make me utter… utter… HAAAR!'

'I will cane you, my dear, more thoroughly than I did last eve if I do not have your obedience to my will. Have I not first rights on you? Have I not?'

'P… Percy, yes! Oh, stop it. No, don't! I want to feel it, feel it come in me-oh do!'

And indeed Percy was at boiling point, yet had long inured himself to fine control when tutoring young maidens. Only in the first throes of lust had the possibilities that arose from the visit of Susan come into his mind, and now he was both possessed and fired with determination by them.

'Susan-Susan, Mildred-answer me, or by heavens you will receive no other pleasure but the cane!'

As he spoke, so Mildred's nails dug the more fiercely into his shoulders, for the orgasmic explosions she was experiencing fired both her mind and body to a pitch she had never attained before. Lewd figures-figures as seen naked through a gauzy curtain-danced before her eyes. The even greater pulsing of her brother's steadily-pistoning prick caused her to lift her legs and wind them hungrily around his waist. His balls smacked steadily into her bottom where, too, his finger was easing suggestively back and forth.

'Yooo-hooo, yeh-eh-esss, Su… Su… Su… ooooh!'

'I shall flood both your cunts-your bottoms, too, my sweet', groaned Percy who could not longer hold back from his delight and loosed such a cannonade of boiling sperm within her maw as made her writhe in a red mist of delight until both collapsed and, breathing heavily, went into quietude which, however, was broken after a long reflective minute by Mildred as her brother's slackening slug slipped from her slit.

'Percy, you did not really mean…'

'Lie still, Mildred-rest. I will fetch you tea. You are a glorious fuck, my pet, a glorious fuck'. And with that salutation he departed quickly while Mildred lay back and threw an arm across her eyes, her cunny pulsing still, her mind aflame.

Ten minutes later when Percy re-entered the bedroom, naked still, his thick penis dangling, it was to bear her a cup of tea the like of which-unknown to her-Mildred had never drunk before. Certainly, it was of the finest Indian blend, yet a certain potion had been mixed into it, the faint taste of which two spoonfuls of sugar concealed.

'Percy… Percy, you said…', Mildred began hesitantly, raising the welcome cup to her lips.

'I have said nothing that we did not agree upon, my dear. Drink your tea and rest anew. There is no haste to rise. By the time I have fetched Susan from the railway station you will have long been up and about'.

Mildred's lips quivered as she drank. A score of things to say danced in her mind and yet she knew her weakness in having spoken in the wildness of desire as she had done. As Percy dressed, so she drank and let her head rest back upon her pillow. Indeed, she felt drowsy again already. Perhaps it was the morning warmth. The sound of his movements about the bedroom became fainter. Her eyelids grew heavier and closed. There was darkness, there was darkness, there was dark:

Percy surveyed her then more closely, tiptoeing to the bed and shaking her shoulder gently, but she did not stir.

The potion had worked well, as often it had done before with others who had awakened to find themselves in the Vicar's bed. It would be two hours before she stirred at least, and meanwhile there was Susan to attend upon.

Opening a small cabinet beside the bed, Percy produced a bottle of port, pouring a little onto his fingers and then passing them first across Mildred's lips and then her nipples. The scent thereof was redolent and could not be escaped.

A devilish plan, he told himself with an inward chuckle. Devilish but not eventually harmful, so he persuaded himself. Susan was ripe for a corking. If he did not give it to her, some churlish fellow would whom she would fruitlessly marry. Better to put her to his own cock for a few weeks at least. There need be no great disharmony between the pair if he treated them correctly, sternly. Women, in his view, took to sternness well, though Susan might be difficult at first-she might.

And thus would anyone have thought who knew Susan. At twenty-one, she was an inch taller than her Mama and willowy of figure. Her titties were small and high-perched, having fine pointed nipples that would have delighted the errant fingers of many a man or woman had they chanced to invade her corsage-but none as yet had. Nor had her fine bottom been moulded by loving hands, nor her cuntlips parted to enquiring digits. In short, Susan was virginal in all aspects, even to the proud quivering of her nostrils and her stately but cautious walk as if at any moment she might trip over something.

That his niece had not been cock-tasted was very much in the mind of Percy upon his journeying to the railway station. His urge was to unveil and cane her noble young bottom until she squealed for release thereof on to the waiting prick-an instrument she had almost certainly never seen in full stance. But in this instance, perhaps, there would have to be a different method-one just as forthright in effect, but different. Within a few days she would prove more malleable, in any event. Two well-tutored females about the house, two females of his own class who could be taught many a little trick and eventually assist him in the seduction of young girls, would be more admirable than Mrs. Smith who fortuitously had put in no appearance, anyway.

Surprise rose in Susan's eyes, so prettily garbed in a white and blue dress as she was, upon alighting from her train and seeing only her uncle waiting.

'Is Mama not well?', she asked upon their settling in the Vicar's conveyance.

'She is resting, my dear. A little over-indulgence in port, I fear, but she will soon be herself, I am sure'.

'Oh!' exclaimed Susan, for she had not been aware of such tippling habits in her Mama and felt a little dumbfounded with embarrassment that scarcely eased when, upon reaching the Vicarage and having discarded her flowered hat and her white, elbow-length gloves, she proceeded upstairs with her uncle in her train, and he observing with much satisfaction and not a little impatience the rolling of her bottom cheeks beneath her tightly inswept skirt.

The sound that Susan uttered upon entering the boudoir of sin was great indeed, for there lay her fond Mama in utter nudity, one leg hanging over the side of the bed and all of her plump, firm charms displayed to view.

'She, she, she is uncovered! Oh, Mama, Mama!' Susan cried, shaking her parent and endeavouring in vain to cover her with the sheet which the crafty cleric had seen to it was well twisted and tucked beneath Mildred's legs which, in slumber, were heavy. Her bewilderment was of course even greater that such a shameful display could be made and hence she tugged ail the more until Percy ringed her waist and drew her upright in such wise that her bottom moulded firmly into his loins.

'Do not upset yourself, my dear, nor disturb her as yet, for she will awaken in her own time. Besides, you must be weary after your journey. Come, take your ease with me for a while in the drawing room. She will call us as soon as she awakes. The port, I fear… You see how the bottle is nigh empty'.