The Vicar's girl

Chapter Twelve

Many were the ripples that spread out from these multifarious happenings, though no one passing through the village-and no traveller staying at the local inn for a night or two-could ever have guessed how such outwardly respectable folk, whether rich or poor, often comported themselves between four walls.

This is to the good, of course, for Society of whatever rank presents a placid face to the outer world, which is at it should be. Both the sexes are much the same once temptation has taken them in its velvet grasp, though all pretend otherwise and indeed may affect shock when they chance to learn of the foibles of others.

Even Mrs. Maude Smith, the Vicar's housekeeper, confidante and erstwhile assistant, was not unaffected by the subtle changes that were taking place with Vanessa's own appearance into the limelight. For an entire week the Vicar failed to receive a new girl for 'confirmation', and Mrs. Smith was put to much wondering about this, though womanly instinct prevented her from mentioning the matter direct to him. Some suspicions lingered in her mind about 'that Miss Markham'-though she could not put a finger on them-and this she finally confided to her husband Thomas.

It was an oddity-or not-that Maude had not done so before, and that Thomas had no inkling of what passed at the Vicarage. Perhaps it was because she had decided that it was her 'little secret' and part and parcel of her wages which she had also not fully declared to her spouse. The Vicar was often wont to slip some coins into her hand after she had assisted him in getting his doughty prick into some squealing young Miss. Real larks, they were-Maude often decided-for as all lubricious females do, she liked to watch it going in and out of a tight-mouthed cunny and to see the varying expressions on the face of a young supplicant while the Vicar's corker steadily brought her on.

'Ain't done no con-fer-mations for a week?' asked Thomas in a bemused manner, for to him it seemed a matter of little importance. 'Real restless he is, for I believe he likes to tickle up the pretty ones a bit, though don't you dare tell anyone, Thomas Smith, as how I told you that'.

'Tickle 'em up, eh? Chance would be a fine opportunity', replied Thomas to the surprise of Maude who had always thought him a dry old stick. 'Heard him at, have you- through the door?'

'Well, it was what I thought I heard. I mean, when a young girl is moaning then she ain't h'exactly saying her prayers, is she? I hopes you don't get up to anything like that when I ain't here'.

'Me? No', said Thomas who himself already had flick-erings of suspicion-or curiosity, at the very least about his wife-for he had sometimes peeked into her purse and had seen far more than she ever accounted for to him. 'Young girls, eh?' he repeated, partly to annoy her.

'Don't you ever get into anything like that, Tom, or there'll be ructions, I tell you, if I ever find out'.

'Ain't nothing to find out', mumbled he, and this in great part true, for such thoughts as he had recently been having about a couple of young field-girls who worked on the same farm as himself had been kept to himself. Right little pranksters they were, he frequently told himself, and after a bit of 'dick', he was sure of that. Besides, if the Vicar could do it why shouldn't he, and if he were to give them two shillings each it might soften them up a bit more.

Thus ran Thomas's mind-or rather it was spurred on by his wife's remark which in turn had been sparked off by a dull week at the Vicarage and which in him had been the result of Vanessa's visit. And thus the world goes round and round, so that one might often wonder if the action of a Chinaman in far-off Peking might not one day have an effect on what one does oneself. But enough of philosophy, for we must continue the tale.

It occurred to Thomas that in order to sweeten the two field-girls, he would need what was for him the mighty sum of four shillings, though upon further deliberation he reduced this to a bob each. To take two out of his wife's purse was the matter of a minute. If she noticed their absence, so he cogitated, then she would have to say. If she did not, then it was because he was not supposed to know about them, and that showed something, that did, as he told himself.

With the coming morning, Thomas felt brighter than he had for a long time and was all impatience until the foreman yelled to all at one o'clock that they might halt their labours for their usual half hour rest. Kate and Milly-the two girls he had an eye on-being close to him (for such he had manoeuvred), he uttered as if to no one, 'I'm going up behind the lambing shed to eat my dinner', and so saying flipped a silvery shilling in the air which Milly saucily leapt forward and caught, looking at him with quite a twinkle in her eye.

'Rich today, ain't we!' said Kate as the two girls playfully tossed the coin between them.

'There's some as could be, for I got another in my pocket', Thomas said and turned and ambled up towards the shed where no one else bothered to go.

'What you mean by that?' called Kate, but was soon after him, as Milly was.

Craftily enough, Thomas refused to answer until all three of them were out of sight of the other farm-workers. Settling himself down on the grass with his back to the shed, he observed, 'Some as might like a bob, and some as might not'.

'Why? What 'ave we got to do for it?' asked Milly who was still teasingly clutching the one he had thrown.

'Ah now, Kate has to find that out, for you's already holding one. I reckon as how she ought to hold another', said Thomas, rudely unbuttoning his rough trousers and producing a ruddy poker to their view.

'Oooh! That ain't a bob!' giggled Kate.

'No, my pet, but you gets a bob in exchange for doing what it wants you to do. Come 'ere!' growled Thomas.

'Don't think I should. No, Milly, stop it! OH!' squealed Kate as her friend suddenly pushed her in the back with such vigour that with another cry Kate fell full on to him and found herself grasping the said member which throbbed like an engine in her hand. Seizing possession of that which he most desired, Thomas then thrust his hand up her skirts behind and roamed his hand over the girl's glossy, tight bottom before reaching under to cup her quim.

'In for a penny, in for a bob, Kate-go on!' Milly laughed excitedly.

'Can't, won't-no!' Kate laughed herself, but Thomas was craftily manoeuvring her all the time, bringing her legs more across his own and holding her by brute force until he had managed to get her left leg on the outside of his right thigh and his poker sticking up under her nest.

'Put it in her-go on, git down and put it in her', croaked Thomas to Milly who without hesitation fell upon her knees behind the pair and seized his stiff tool, the crest of which she brushed and fumbled under Kate's slit.

'No, don't-don't, Milly! Tom, you dare! AH! Oh Milly, it's going in-he's pressing me down! Stop it, Tom, it's too…OOOOH!'

Thomas had her hips, though, by then, and already his pego was up into the entrance to her nest, and Kate hung her head back, gasping.

The best is not always to be, however, in this world. Unwelcome feet were already approaching the lambing shed, though Thomas and the girls knew it not. Indeed, even the rustling of grass went unheard when their visitor was close to them, for Thomas was enjoying the sweet pangs of ecstasy and Kate herself could not resist slipping down upon his cock, inch by inch while encouraging sounds came from Milly who had often vaguely dreamed of seeing such a thing.

The voice that broke upon them then, however, was akin to a roll of thunder.

'Thomas Smith!' it proclaimed, and coming from one no less than his wife almost caused him to ejaculate.

Kate and Milly shrieked simultaneously, as girls are wont to do. Fortunately for such modesty as she had left, Kate's skirt then enveloped the conjunction of her parts with those of Thomas, though not their separation, for she unsheathed him so rapidly that both her cunny and his prick were to be seen in the lifting of her leg.

'Thomas Smith!' screamed Maude, as if she had only just discovered his name, and the two girls scuttling off then with all the speed of startled deer.

'Eh, what, yes, oh!' Thomas choked all in one breath and scrambled to his feet while endeavouring at the same time-though too late-to conceal his poker.

'You come with me-I got something to say to you', Maude said menacingly.

Now, if a woman 'has something to say' it is likely to take a long time indeed, and Thomas found that so as he was led off across the field, utterly bewildered at the untoward appearance of his wife in the most unexpected place and at a most unexpected time. Truth to tell, however, Maude had arrived at the Vicarage to find the cleric poorly and in bed, and with his newly-arrived sister looking after him.

Mildred, the Vicar's sister, was not one whom Maude Smith had ever taken to. In Maude's eyes she was stuffy, dull and a bit of a snob, and the Vicar was always quiet when she was around. Hence, after some hours work, Maude had announced that she had to go home for something or other, for the presence of Mildred loomed large over the household and quite flustered and irritated Maude who thereupon had taken a short cut across the farm of her husband's employment where the foreman had advised her of his resting place.

Thus it was that Thomas had been discovered-if not also uncovered-and received a fierce, ear-burning lecture for it which lasted until they reached the road. Indeed, it would have continued for much longer had Maude's harangue not been interrupted in full-flight by the chance arrival of Vanessa.

"Why, Mrs. Smith, how nice to see you', beamed Va-nessa, reining in her pony and curious as to why the lady was not at her post.

Finding herself having to change mood quickly, Maude replied rather awkwardly at first while Thomas looked abashed, if not also eager to feast his eyes on this goodlooking charmer-and grateful, too, for the intervention. Such being Vanessa's newly gathered powers of persuasion, the two found themselves quickly on board and in course of being transported to their modest cottage.

Maude was somewhat a-flutter that such a lady should perform a courtesy of this sort, but Vanessa-chatting away brightly-soon dispelled both Maude's risen temper and Thomas's sense of discomfort, the latter saying upon arrival, 'I'd invite you in, Miss, for a cup of tea, but it's such a poor place'.

'Oh, but I like such small residences. What charming honeysuckle you have at the front here, and that trellis is so pretty', responded Vanessa so disarmingly that she soon enough was within, whereupon Thomas gratefully took himself out of the way, leaving the two to talk.

Once she felt more settled, and what with Vanessa making such nice remarks about her little home, Maude became more confidential in her remarks, and to a point whereat she confessed to the reason for her temporary absence from the Vicarage. Nodding and clucking her tongue, Vanessa showed all sympathy with her and indeed so led Maude on that Thomas's misdeeds also spilled out a little, too.

'My dear, I can see that you have many trials and tribulations at the moment. I sympathise with you entirely as to the presence of the Vicar's sister, for such ladies frequently put one out. As to men, well we ladies all know about them, do we not?' preclaimed Vanessa to the awed delight of Maude who found herself seemingly elevated to the same rank as her grand visitor.

'One does not know what to do with them, Miss, and that's a fact'.

'Oh, I think I know what may be done, Maude. There are not only young ladies who are in need of care and attention, but men who also require some seeing-to. My belief is that ladies better gather strength when they are in agreement as to such. By the sound of it, and for your peace of mind, Thomas must be brought to heel. Without delay, that is. I shall require your agreement in the matter'.

'Whatever you say, Miss', Maude responded, being quite overcome by the sudden appearance of purpose which Va-nessa brought into her voice.

In consequence, a quite remarkable scene followed which would have amused and astounded a Peeping Tom, for he of the same Christian name was then called down to find himself confronted not simply by an angry wife but two determined-looking females.

'Stand here, Mr. Smith', Vanessa commanded briskly, pointing to a whitewashed wall where a little space had been cleared.

Maude meanwhile stood with folded arms and planted a baleful eye on her husband who with great astonishment heard that he was to unfasten his trousers and push them down 'for the lady'.

Such stammering protestations as Thomas uttered then went unheeded. If he had 'never heard the like of it before', he did now, and in the most uncertain tones so that within the following two minutes his trousers did descend and his shirt was delicately lifted by Maude who performed the action with a remarkable display of 'gentility' in the circumstances while Vanessa stood back and studied Thomas's equipment.

'Did you sperm the girl?' Vanessa asked, much as if she were a lady magistrate.

'M… Miss, no, I didn't. I swear on…'

'You need swear on nothing. We shall soon see. A man of your age, however vigourous you may be in your actual performances, is slow to recover. Hold the back of his hair with one hand, Maude, and with the other bring his pecker up, and we shall see'.

'Yes, Miss', replied Maude, and to a strangled 'AAARGH!' from Thomas began roughly to handle his then pendant tool until in short order it rose majestically and displayed itself boldly and with swollen crest.

'It would appear that he speaks the truth in this one matter at least, Maude. Very well, have him covered up. I have seen enough. A useful if unimpressive object', said Vanessa languidly, and this to the dismay of Thomas who had always (like most men) considered that he had 'rather a good one'.

His dismissal on hiding his erection was then abrupt. Maude giggled upon his departure and said, 'I didn't know what you were a-going to do, Miss, but that's taught him a lesson proper, that has'.

'It is you, my dear, with whom I am more concerned. In the presence of a lady who brooks no refusals, males may frequently be dealt with in this way. You have a son-in-law, I believe, who is laggard in his duties to your daughter'.

'Well, Miss, I has, yes', Maude said, wondering how on earth Vanessa could have discovered such a thing.

'I see. Is he well-armed? Have you tried him out yourself? You should have done, you know'.

'I didn't think, Miss, and besides it didn't seem proper', Maude replied quaintly enough.

'It is not a matter of propriety, Maude, but of the usefulness of a male. You would not buy a horse that was lame? Of course you would not. Have him come here this evening, and your daughter, too. I will make my appearance here at eight o'clock. It will be close upon dusk then. A delightful hour, I always think. And give no worry to your position at the Vicarage. I will make it my business to call there now and say that you are indisposed. It is time that you had a rest, I am sure'.

'I don't know what to say, Miss, I'm that confounded by your kindnesses. Eight o'clock, you say, but what's to do when you come?'

'Why, we shall follow our procedures with your husband to a further point, though to your greater benefit. The young man will be put through his paces. It is time that he covered you, Maude-gave you the grand salute'.

'Oh, Miss, I don't know as what Elsie would say to that!'

'Can she but benefit from it, Maude? Not only will she see his true prowess, but will be able to berate him thereafter for having succumbed to my whims. She will become the mistress of his affairs. Being split between her own charms and yours, he will in future be most easily handled. Your husband thereby will be humbled, too'.