Anonymous - The Vicar's girl

'If Mama knows…' A desperate little squeak.

'She will awaken soon. Chide her not for drinking. Say naught of it. I will pleasure you again tonight, Susan, when she sleeps'.

'Mustn't'-yet the tone again was one of a choked giggle, causing Percy to turn the svelte, curvaceous form of his niece towards him so that she was brought to conceal her blushing visage against his chest.

'Obedience, Susan. You recall what I said about obedience? You do, do you not?'

A gulp sounded. After but a moment's hesitation, Susan nodded blindly. Surreptitiously she tightened her bottom cheeks to retain the thick globs of sperm he had injected into her. They felt warm and infinitely wicked, but delicious. She could still feel his thick long penis working steadily between the plump cheeks of her derriere which now reared more willingly to his coaxing palm.

'Tonight, Susan-you understand?'

'I want to go and see Mama now, Uncle'.

'I said, tonight Susan'.

So speaking, Percy inserted his digit in her creamy rosehole again, causing her to murmur and wriggle.

'Yes, Uncle. Mama will not know, though, will she?'

Of deliberation, Percy refrained from answering that and, removing his questing and sticky digit, rose from her.

'Go, my pet-go and see your dear Mama. Leave your drawers where they lie. You will have no more need of them today', he opined, turning his back upon her and gazing out onto the grounds. 'Yes, Uncle'.

Smiling with pleasure, Percy did not turn. It was best for the moment to show an authoritative back to her.

His niece was all but converted now to such paths as he might lead them both.

A man who moves uneasily about his own house does so almost by stealth, as Eric was doing. His erectile prominence had by no means diminished and his sense of profound frustration was beginning to be succeeded by one of irritation. Dammit, the woman Vanessa was a remarkable and lovely creature whom he would love to bed, but hour by hour and day by day his authority (which in all fact he had never exercised to any great extent) was diminishing.

And where the devil was Margaret? Taking the upper hallway, he made to attempt her door when there came to his ears the sound of moans, accompanied by others which were of an even stranger nature. His hand raised itself to knock, but then faltered and fell as Vanessa made a sudden appearance from Mabel's room.

'Margaret is indisposed', Vanessa said quickly before Eric could speak. Laying her hand upon his arm, she murmured, 'There are other duties for you to perform, I believe'.

'You will-er-that is, see to Margaret?' he enquired endeavouring to keep his ears cocked, but being too much diverted to hear much more.

'You will see to Mabel?' riposted Vanessa, bringing a flush into his cheeks.

'You have caned her already?'

'I have told her of my displeasure at her foolishly winsome attitude. It is not really in her nature at all, you know, not really at all. You might perhaps apprise me later if it is indeed necessary for me to cane her, though I have left her in no doubt that I intend to. Hence there is no need to disabuse her on that point. She is dressing now and much confused as to her future behaviour in your presence. One cannot leave such a problem unresolved. It may be necessary for you to show an authoritative hand-in the right place, that is'.

'I will speak to her', Eric responded stiffly.

'The summerhouse, perhaps, or a canter in the woods? The motions of a girl's bottom on the saddle quite agitates her, I am told-but forgive me, such you will already know and put to good use, I am sure', Vanessa added, seeing his eyes narrow a little and judging his mood better than he knew.

'You may be certain that I will advise you, Miss Mark-ham'.

'With this?' Vanessa asked, bringing a smile to her velvety lips and touching his trouser-covered Priapus lightly and causing him to grit his teeth.

'Most possibly. I trust you will be available?'

'Come, my dear, we are but fencing, are we not? Your duty is as plain as is Mabel's daughterly duty to her sire. Mount her, Eric. I have already allowed you several views of her delightful pastures. Her cunny is warm and soft, her eyes limpid. Her titties will swell to your palm. She is sufficiently on heat to succumb, but you must be firm with her. Cleave her with your rod and have no nonsense about the matter. Meanwhile I will see to Margaret, but first I will fetch her a damp flannel to cool her forehead'.

'Till tonight, then', Eric responded doggedly, as if the matter of which she were speaking were of less import

'We shall see'.

Making her way slowly to the nearest bathroom, Vanessa covertly observed his departure with a smile of satisfaction. She had no intention of disturbing Margaret since it must seem to the boys that their aunt was the sole seducer. As indeed Margaret at that moment was. Both boys having spermed her cunny, and her back being marked from their weights upon her on the floor (an exercise which she had found quite enchanting), she had retired to the bed and lay toying with their half-limp cocks.

As for Fred and George, they were minded to wonder how such could continue to pass without interruptions, and were becoming a trifle nervous of discovery, as Margaret could sense. Secure in the knowledge that Vanessa alone held the key to her room, however, the emboldened lady took it upon herself to suck their love-slimed knobs in turn, causing them each to groan and jerk their hips.

'My darlings, you have not finished with Aunty yet, have you?' she asked luringly, this invitation bringing a gurgle of pleasure from both. Her long broad tongue licked up and down their virile young stems as she spoke-she kneeling up and the boys lying on either side of her.

'Gaaar! W… w… want to do it in your mouth, Aunty', George groaned, moving his fiery piston up and down between her sucking lips.

'But Aunty prefers it a different way, does she not? How does she like it best, Freddy?'

With a little puffing gasp of pleasure, her younger nephew felt then his own straining pego drawn into her warm, inviting mouth, her lips slewing up and down the slender rod.

'B… b… both together?' he stammered, working his hips in frustration as those juicy lips left his crest glowing.

'Good boy, yes. Aunty likes one up her cunt and one up her bottom-together, my angels. George, lie still and keep your legs together while I take my seat on you. Freddy will act as postillion and work his cock up my bottom at the same time. Ah, you naughty boys-yes!' Margaret gurgled as at that George all but hauled her plump thighs a-straddle over his legs and caused his prick to jut up under her already-creamed quim while Freddy positioned himself with his young poker eager to assault her nether hole.

'Hoo-oooh, slowly-both of you! Together-together-ah, yes, George, get up my cunny first-there- ah! Now Freddy you, darling, yes, can you get it in? Is it tight?'

'Oh, Aunty, Aunty, yes!' Freddy panted. The close-rimming but spongy interior of her slit gripped him possessively as he worked his peg in-between her fat bumcheeks while George, having already rooted himself and feeling her pubic bush grazing and tickling his own, was all but a prisoner beneath his aunt.

A hissing gasp escaped Margaret at the full invasion of Freddy's cock which, being more slender than his brother's, was superbly fashioned to bugger her sleekly. Feeling her rearing cheeks ram into his belly, he clasped her waist while George nibbled at her stiff nipples.

'Too-hoo-geth-er!' Margaret moaned. She had taught them already how to work their cocks alternatively in her close apertures and-as Freddy slowly withdrew his flaming piston-so her hips rose and fell to bring a rhythm to the lascivious triple act that seemed to turn her belly to molten lava and, with but several deep-plunging strokes on the part of both her nephews, caused her to swooningly sprinkle her pearls over George's well-sheathed cock.