Anonymous - The Vicar's girl

'Oh, poor Mama!' Susan uttered with a little sob, but seeing no help for it allowed herself to be led downstairs with his arm comfortingly about her waist and guided to a sofa where she sat fretfully twisting her fingers about and all but refusing the glass of liqueur which, in the event, Percy brought to her lips himself and so gained excuse to sit close beside her. Having poured it beyond her sight, he had seen to it that it contained a modicum of the selfsame potion that had put Mildred into the land of dreams, a single drop that would render Susan slightly drowsy.

'I do not understand Mama. It has never happened before', she murmured as the warm liquid trickled down her throat and meandered into her belly.

'Loneliness and desire, my dear. The latter is paramount, I believe. Rest your head back. Was it dusty on the train? Really, you should remove your dress. Finish your drink. It should be taken at a swallow'.

'But, uncle, I…glug!' gurgled Susan as the glass, raised by his hand, issued the rest of the sweet fiery liquid over her tongue. Cradled by his arm about her shoulders, she had indeed sunk back, her head resting on the low edge of the sofa. Beneath the hazy look that had stolen into her eyes, she observed the movement of a hand that wafted across her protruding titties, hesitated and then cupped the nearest.

'Desire is potent in females at times, my dear. Your Mama chose to unveil herself to me. It was dusk, you understand. The room was veiled in a certain mystery of delight. There was no help for her but to lower her drawers…'

'Ho! Oh, Uncle, pray-oh please…!' came a soft moan from Susan who felt as though her head were enveloped in clouds. Helplessly slipping sideways, her cheek rested upon his shoulder.

'Yes, of course, my dear, I will tell you more', uttered Percy, deliberately misconstruing her cry, 'Her thighs and belly once seen, the lips of her slit ridged with desire, there was naught for me in the course of my brotherly duty but to produce my organ of procreation-that is to say my penis, cock, pego, prick. In but a moment your Mama clasped it in her palm and glided her tongue into my mouth. Feeling her bared belly against the knob of my rammer, desire fired my veins in equal measure. Here upon this very carpet I bedewed her delicious cunt with my sperm whereupon, after many luscious kisses and sighs of profound pleasure your dear Mama begged me to afford you the same lubricious joy'.

How many of his words entered Susan's half-drowsy mind, he could never know. Vaguely aware that amid a torrent of speech such as she had never heard before, she was now reclining fully on the sofa, she was aware of hands coursing up her thighs, of fingers untying the bows of her drawers.

Whimpers issued from her, but even they were dulled by the haze that invaded her mind like a fog. Her skirts folded up, worked beneath her bottom and her drawers then being swiftly removed, Susan lay for the first time naked from the waist down to a male. Her hands fluttered, but could do no more that that. Nor could she raise her arms, for they felt leaden. As to her mental state, it was on the whole a pleasant one, much as might be said to be enjoyed by the smokers of hashish in Eastern climes.

Feeling her elegantly-stockinged legs parted, Susan issued a soft, tremulous sigh and allowed the fine froth of curls around her pubic mound to be displayed to her uncle who- having risen in order that she might recline-unbuttoned himself slowly and displayed his glowing erection.

It mattered not that Susan appeared not to notice this lewd display, for her face was turned sideways, her eyes half closed.

There was time, thought Percy, to toy with her first. Her cuntlips, though pursed, glistened with the warmth of the day and the effects of her journey.

The fruit needed to be moistened more, and thus he knelt and moved his face up between her long, slim legs.

'What am I to teach?'

In so asking Vanessa, Margaret twisted her fingers nervously and rather wished that she had not permitted their first conversation to occur.

'Here in your bedroom is surely the best place, my dear', replied her companion obliquely. 'Do you not think the greater part of education dull? I do. How badly I was birched for not attending to my sums and my spelling!'

'Were you?' Margaret asked with curiosity. From being seated on the small sofa under her bow-fronted window, she had moved to the bed, sat for a while, and then returned restlessly to her original place.

'Oh yes. My governess delighted in it and would frequently permit my cousin Alex to watch the raising of my skirts and the lambasting of my poor bottom which was kept so upraised that naught was hid from his view. He then being fifteen to my seventeen years, even so there was an evident arousal in him that did not fail to be observed. My governess would then attend to him in turn while I lay sobbing and with my reddened derriere exposed. Once his trousers had been removed, I could not help but observe how the applications of the twigs across his buttocks caused his pego to stiffen and rise. Boys of that age or thereabouts have such lovely cocks, I think, don't you?'

'My dear, really', Margaret gulped.

'Hence I feel that you should teach anatomy, Margaret- both the female and the male, I mean. Otherwise, what crude things the boys learn for themselves, and not always from the best of friends. You, my dear, can nurture them and encourage them. In a word, Margaret, you will assist in producing their emissions while revealing such delectable parts of your voluptuous figure as may receive such'.

'I would… I would not know how to begin such! Oh, you will surely lead me into paths of sin', gasped Margaret

with considerable untruth.

'The paths of sin are frequently the paths of pleasure, Margaret. Gird yourself for the latter, or rather ungird yourself to your corset and stockings for you and they will then best be prepared. Come, let me assist you-let me unhook your dress'.

'No, please, I cannot!'

'We do not always have a choice in such matters, my dear', was the dry reply from Vanessa who had not forgotten her first encounters with the Vicar. Drawing Margaret to her feet, she observed her flushed face with pleasure. The cheeks were slightly puffy, which betrayed her thoughts far better than her words. 'Quickly, Margaret, please. I have other duties to attend to. I alone can ensure your privacy henceforth by diverting the attentions of others. There- you see-what little trouble it is to disrobe, and what a saucy corsellette you are wearing! Why, it displays your bush to perfection. Such sleek thighs-how plump and rich! Sit up, though, on the bed, and lean your back against the pillowed rails. Draw one knee up but keep your thighs together for you look most tempting so. A peep of cunny is all that they will need at first, my dear'.

'I cannot! You know I cannot!' flustered Margaret, finding herself handled and positioned so with her nipples peeping above the lace of her corsellette whose hem coursed across the lower part of her belly and left her dark thatch uncovered.

'Your nephews are waiting in attendance upon you, Margaret. I have despatched your sons on an errand into the town. Alice is closeted in her room. Mabel I will deal with. Tomorrow Bertie and Hugh will receive their first lessons in your agile fingers'.

'They? No, oh no! Ah!' gasped Margaret of a sudden as Vanessa's hand smacked whippingly across her cheek.

'Obedience, Margaret, is a requisite of education. Upon my sending your nephews in to you, I shall lock the door from without. You have an hour to indulge yourself. Use your time wisely and cause their fine young cocks to bubble and spurt out their uttermost'.

'Van-ess-a!'

But the young woman was already sweeping out and Margaret's cry died upon the abrupt opening of the door. It closed again and she felt her cheek which burned still from the impact of Vanessa's stinging blow. Scrambling up and with her magnificent titties swinging out all but free from the confines of her waist-tight corsellette, she bent to gaze in her dressing table mirror at where a red flush still remained upon her left cheek.