Anonymous - The Vicar's girl

'I wish you…', Eric began and stopped. His voice was choked. 'I-er-I do not mind if you kiss her. That is to say…'

'Oh, Papa!'

Blushing to the neck, Mabel made to turn and make her exit again even as a maid entered to announce tea.

'Later, I think. Do you think later, Mr. Partridge? Perhaps in an hour?' asked Vanessa pointedly while retaining a light grip on Mabel's arm.

'Later, I think-yes'. He had a rigid look, and not only his face, as Vanessa saw.

'We shall go up then-go up and talk-talk about your nice rest-shall we talk?' Vanessa purred.

'I w… want, I want to change', blurted Mabel, clutching both hands together.

'Darling, you are so babyish, are you not? You always want to do something other than that which must be done. If it has not already been done. Has it already been done?' Vanessa asked in one of her moods of repetition which seemed to hold small audiences in thrall.

'Nothing, no. I don't know what you mean', Mabel swallowed. The little procession of three entered the hall and made the ascent and she could feel herself trembling in every limb, her body warm and vibrant as it had been for a short while, explosively, in the dark woodman's hut

'Let me see you, darling. Did Papa spank you or even- I wonder-crop your bottom first? Have you taken that big cock of his yet-have you?'

'Ah, no, stop it!' blurted Mabel, covering her face and sitting on the bed with a little thump.

'She was good, though. Was she good?' Vanessa asked. Affording Mr. Partridge an encouraging wink, she placed herself on the bed on the far side of Mabel and looped one arm about her waist, bearing her back gently while Mabel's arms floundered and the back of her head hit the pillow.

'She was good', came the simple reply from Mabel's sire who-taking the wink as a hint-moved round to the opposite side and so encased Mabel between them.

'I do not have to cane you, then, Mabel, do I? Tell me, darling, for I wish to know'.

'I want to die! I don't want to speak!' Mabel whined, keeping her hands over her eyes.

'We shall see if you want to die when we have your drawers off, Mabel-if you are still wearing them. Are you?' Vanessa asked and with one sweep of her left arm scouted her hand deep up under Mabel's skirt and found the silky columns of her thighs and an absence there of legs of drawers. 'You left them in the woodman's shed, then? Good. You are progressing. Was he kind to you?'

'He cropped my bottom! Oh, Papa, you did!' Two tears rolled down beneath her fingers and were kissed away by Vanessa's full lips. Bearing down on her slowly while inching up her skirt to rebellious scrabblings of her hands from Mabel, Vanessa eased one stockinged leg between the girl's.

'Yes, but it was nice afterwards. Did you have a special ride then? Come, Mabel, do you want the cane?'

'No-woh! He didn't, no! The awful wicked things you ask! Oh, go away! Let me get up, I will get up, I will!'

'You will not, my pet, until I have the truth from you. Open her legs more, Mr. Partridge, while I draw her dress up more. Draw up her leg that's nearest to you-let me see'. And to fervent, strangled squeals from Mabel her brown-furred bush was all exposed and, while her trembling legs were held, a slender finger traced the gentle parting of her lovelips, Vanessa saying then with a small frown, 'I cannot tell'.

'No, she was not, but almost', Eric quavered.

'Aha, I see-she held your prick, you toyed with her? A good beginning, Mabel darling-very good. All right, sir, get your trousers down and let me see you both perform'.

'Nah!' Mabel screeched and then received a slap across her thigh that made her sob, endeavouring to curl up, but she was held, her nearest leg gripped by Vanessa while Mr. Partridge rose and thrust his trousers down, raised up his shirt and showed his proud Priapus to their view.-'I won't, I won't. I won't!' Mabel sobbed, peeping through her fingers at the risen penis. It was true that she had held it, had her cunny felt, caressed. Her Papa had kissed her and their tongues had touched just for a moment, and then she had dropped her head away.

'Shush! Be quiet now, Mabel, be quiet', Vanessa coaxed.

Removing Mabel's coy hand from across her eyes, she swooped her lips down on the girl's and despite gurgling struggles and much would-be shaking of Mabel's head succeeded in calming her while Eric stroked her cunny and her thighs and let his pego throb against her stocking top.

Mabel moaned and bucked her bottom mutinuously. Vanessa's long pointed tongue had found its way into her mouth. Fingers that were not Vanessa's were unbuttoning her corsage and her tits were freed. The tongue that slowly swirled in her mouth brought her a dizzy feeling that was like floating, floating. A thumb, that again was not Vanessa's, eased between her tight lovelips and moved back and forth, causing her-almost against her will-to draw upon it.

'Gwooo!' Mabel gasped into Vanessa's mouth, bringing a pretty laugh from that lady who, glancing down for a moment, saw the urging movements of Mr. Partridge's thumb and then licked the tip of her tongue in a sweeping motion back and forth across Mabel's increasingly lax lips.

'Hold it, Mabel-be good', Vanessa whispered into the girl's ear. Seeing that she made only a small, hesitant movement of her arm, Vanessa took her limp wrist and guided her hand down until Mabel's fingers touched the vibrant stem, causing Mr. Partridge to jerk in longing desire.-'I shall do it for you? There… clasp it but lightly, rub your fingers up and down… No, Mabel, do as I tell you-put them back. Up and down, up and down-that's right'.

'I must!' groaned Eric who up to now had maintained what he felt to be a cautious silence.

'In a while, my dear, in a while. Suck her nipples now and rub her cunny more. She is coming on, I believe. Are you, Mabel? Is your tummy melting, dear?'

'Oh-wer!' came Mabel's moan. Clasping the throbbing member as she now was, her bottom rolled and wriggled on the coverlet more willingly, even raising her hips occasionally in more passionate encouragement to the urging thumb, while in his rising hunger of desire Eric rolled upon her bouncy young form, endeavouring to move Vanessa's face aside and to draw upon those succulent lips himself.

Such abandonment of voluptuous preludes, however, annoyed Vanessa who reached between the bellies of the pair and grasped the fervent erection that Mabel, in the course of his movement, had been forced to loose.

'Pray hold, my dear-wait! Raise your hips a little while I point your cock to her cunny. Mabel-draw your knees up-quickly, darling, now!'

'I must, I must!' groaned Eric anew, but the hold around his charger was much more firm and possessive than Mabel's had been. Drawing his engorged crest to within a tempting inch of Mabel's warm, moist slit, she then began swirling a fingertip around the girl's clitoris at the same time.

'Hooo-oh!' Mabel whined, the bucking of her hips causing her lovelips and frothy curls to rub against the velvet-nosed plum of her father's stiff penis, and so much so that Eric endeavoured to force her slit but was sternly withheld from that endeavour by Vanessa who frigged him gently but promisingly, even as she was doing to Mabel whose now ecstastic sprinkling was making Vanessa's fingers agreeably sticky.

'How, sir, hold!' Vanessa hissed.

'But I want…haaar!'

Horrifyingly for Mr. Partridge, since he was within cunt-brushing distance, and yet with a whirling sense of relief, the first leaps of his sperm shot out, spattering both Mabel's honeypot and its shrouding curls in such abundance (followed as it was by its merrily-leaping fellows) that his daughter would not fail to feel the warm, splashing accolade. Indeed, in the fervent desire of the moment, whirling as she was in the course of her own delicious discharges, Mabel squirmed her hot bottom and endeavoured to sheathe the wicked member, but was prevented from doing so by Vanessa.