The Vicar's girl

Chapter Thirteen

Elsie Smith was of a physical conformation that could be matched by any of five thousand girls in England. In a word, there was nothing about her that did not please the eye. Her hair was long, for she had tired of clipping it herself, and so let it flow down her back. Her titties were smallish and pumpkin-shaped, being very firm to the palms as the vigourous Vicar had already discovered. Being slim, her waist was of an exceedingly small compass which yielded much pleasure to the eyes when her naked charms were exposed, for the slight swelling of her hips made her bottom seem just delightfully larger than it really was.

Four summers had already passed since Elsie had yielded her pearly sprinklings to the steady urging of the Vicar's cock. A year later, when she was seventeen, he had induced her to offer her nether cheeks to his manly tool while kneeling on the couch in his study. Elsie had suffered some discomfort during that first attempt, but having been anxiously adjured by her mother not to make a fuss, she had finally taken the whole of his corker up into her bottomhole.

On that occasion, Elsie vividly remembered that her Mama had peeped-if but for a second-upon the scene. With the Vicar's hand clamped around her mouth as he entered his pego deep between her pert bottom cheeks, her tongue between his fingers and her eyes somewhat bulging, Elsie had-for a split moment-met the eyes of her mother as Maude peeped through the door and then hastily withdrew, seemingly thankful that her daughter was being 'ac-comodated'.

In part, Elsie still resented that, for she held to the old-fashioned theory that one should enjoy one's pleasures (however doubtful at first) in private.

Vanessa had already gathered from Mary that many girls were like this and thus-without ever having met Elsie- she judged her to be similar. In fact it could be said that from various indiscretions that had dropped from Maude's lips, Vanessa had taken in the entire situation and perceived quickly enough how she might amuse herself with such outwardly 'ordinary' country folk. Thereby she would also gather more experience and hence drew on her gloves that evening with great certainty of having the strength of mind to do so.

Having a far-reaching mind, Vanessa also saw this occasion as a rehearsal for such as she might attempt on higher levels of Society, the trick being in this immediate case that whereas Mabel's aunt was a lady fit for sport, Maude would have to prove herself to be.

Armed with two bottles of fine port which she felt would help to set the ball a-rolling (a pun that she did not mentally miss, though putting it into the plural), Vanessa arrived punctually to be greeted at the front door in hushed whispers by Maude that she 'had got 'em here'.

'Good, we must talk a little then', Vanessa said.

As has been mentioned, she found herself then over the threshold and immediately within the living room, or the parlour, as common parlance has it, and was there introduced to an intrigued and wondering Elsie and her gawping husband, Alfred.

'Drink up, my dears, I wish first to talk to the mistress of the house', Vanessa announced to the great pride of Maude who had never been called such before. 'Uncork the bottles, Alfred, and pour', Vanessa threw over her shoulder while then closeting herself with Maude in the small lobby that intervened between the parlour and the kitchen and from which a short and narrow flight of stairs led to the two bedrooms above.

'Thomas?' asked Vanessa in a whisper.

'Pushed him upstairs, Miss, and told him to keep out of the way'.

'Wise, Maude, but not the best way to humble him. You will permit me? Wait a minute'.

And with that Vanessa tripped up the worn but sturdy stairs whereat to the mystification and curiosity of Maude came certain mumblings from above which endured for some minutes before Vanessa descended.

'What's to do, Miss?'

'He is under instruction, Maude. Have you not sometimes wished at the Vicarage that you could ordain and direct matters as you wished? Of course you have. Hereafter you may practise your own sports, and with the advantage of one or two girls I may send you. First you must prove yourself to me, however, and in the way we have already agreed. Up your skirts now and tuck them up. You have no drawers on, I take it, have you? No. Good!'

'Oh, Miss, no-I can't in front of Elsie', flustered Maude now that the moment had come, her bottom and thighs already having been hesitantly uncovered. Vanessa herself saw to the bundling and tucking-up of Maude's skirts in a manner that would not allow them easily to fall.

'I want to see you suck every drop of sperm out of Alfred's cock, my dear, and for that I shall accord you two sovereigns for your pains'.

'Well, Miss, I don't know', Maude mumbled, trying to hang back in the confined space.

'Three, then, but that is my limit. Perform, Maude, and hereafter you shall be able to direct your own performers. In with you, please!'

'Miss!' squeaked Maude at the abrupt opening of the door into the parlour whereat Elsie let out a shriek and Alfred's over-eager glass wobbled in his hand. The rude vision of his mother-in-law's plump thighs, broad belly and dark, thick thatch coming suddenly upon him for the first time, he felt a guilty if crudely-excited stirring in his loins.

'Mum?' gasped Elsie whose utterance was totally ignored.

'Stand against the wall, Maude, please, for I have you on show', directed Vanessa. 'Alfred, put down your glass and lower your trousers, please. This INSTANT!'

'Alf, you dare!', came from Elsie.

'Girl, be quiet! You are under my instructions for your mutual benefit. Alfred, you are not obeying!'

'Ar, but she might not like it, Miss!'

'Your mother-in-law has not seen it yet, you dolt, so how can she say whether she does or not? Let us see your apparatus, sir!' Vanessa snapped while a flush-faced Maude's knees bent a little and she pressed her ample bottom against the whitewashed wall.

'Tell him, Maude, or all is lost', hissed Vanessa dramatically into Maude's ear, whereat came a dry-mouthed utterance from that lady of, 'Yes, Alf, do as she says'.

'Oh, Mum!' wailed Elsie again at that, whereupon Vanessa turned sharply around and brought her gloved hand to slap against the girl's right cheek.

'I said QUIET, and I mean QUIET!'

'Oh-wer!' wobbled Elsie and watched unbelievingly as her husband of less than a year uncovered that which was as rude a sight as any such parlour might see-to wit an extremely distended penis and two balls the size of tangerines.

'Well, Maude, what is your opinion of your son-in-law's poker? Does Elsie have much to complain of?'

'Not…' (a gulp from Maude), 'not much, I s'pose, no'.

'Excellent. I am in agreement with you. Advance to the table, Maude and put your bottom up. It is a regulation posture in high places. You would do well to ape your betters in such matters. Come-have no hesitation-no more than does a cow when brought to the bull. Let us see what you have to offer to this noble cock. Legs spread, please, and held steady. Ah, there is my teaser! How prettily you show it, Maude! The finest bottom in the parish, surely! Do you not think so, Alfred, now that it has materialised from out of your dreams? Get behind her, you oaf, and present yourself. Enter the knob in her succulence, but no more than that. Hold so and you may be duly rewarded. Shall I reward him, Maude?'

'Dunno, Miss… I… oooh! Ooooh, Alf!'

'There, you see, he is accommodated. How he quivers to enjoy you! Do not let it sink in as yet, Alfred, or I shall have cause to whip you', Vanessa declared, thereupon producing a crop from under the cloak. 'Stand up, Elsie, and come closer and you will see how the mighty engine is expected to perform. See how the veins stand out-give me your hand, silly, and do not look so much like a wet lettuce, please-see how the eager knob halts at the very portals of desire'.

'Miss, I don't think we ought to do anything like this… WHOOO!' Elsie gasped as Vanessa ringed her waist and thrust her free hand up beneath her attire to find a bottom that was admirably well-rounded, warm as toast, and naked as well.

'Oh, gawd, Miss, let me!' croaked Alfred.

'In two inches, then, I concede that. A gentleman ploughs slowly and steadily, Alfred, and does not rush his fences. Is that not true, Elsie?' Vanessa asked cunningly, fingering in-between the girl's tight nether cheeks and causing her hips to wriggle and her legs to twist.

'I dunno, Miss, I… HOOO! Yes!'

'A better answer, girl, for I warrant you know well. Alfred, your patience is commendable, as is that of your mare. Thrust your prick up her fully now and hold!'

A low moan of pleasure came from both amourous contestants as Alfred obeyed and brought the bulging, naked cheeks of Maude's bottom to spread right across his belly. In so being entered, his mother-in-law's cunt had seemed to expand, much like a flower opening and so inviting his now greasy rod to enclose itself completely in her maw. Once she had received the doughty masterpiece of pulsing flesh, Maude clasped upon it and around it, the walls of her cunny forming a tight sheath in a manner that caused her son-in-law to feel dizzy with delight. Both snorted as Maude pressed her bumcheeks into him demandingly.

'Oh lawks, Mum!' whined Elsie, wriggling herself as Va-nessa's fingers attended to her own queasy honeypot.

'She is but exercising the male, Elsie, as you must equally learn to do. Very well, Alfred, commence pistoning your rod but be not hasty in the matter. Withhold your fervent juices as yet or I shall crop you, my lad. Slow out-slow in. It is the female that must obtain the pleasure when you are covering her'.

'HAAAR!' both Maude and Alf groaned and grimaced as the fleshy tube commenced its movements back and forth, for though there were many words that the lady used to him which he did not understand, Alf caught the drift of it all right and was happier than he had deemed himself to be in ploughing his mother-in-law's tight and succulent furrow.

As for Maude, the whitening of her knuckles where she gripped the sides of the plain deal table and held her stockinged legs taut against the libertine assault showed that Alfred was already causing her the greatest pleasure.

Vanessa had meanwhile tipped up the front of Elsie's skirt and, standing but feet from the hard-breathing contestants, cupped the girl's plump young pussy with one hand, inserting her finger up between the lovelips, while toying with her well-ridged bumhole with the other.

Her eyes half-dimmed, Elsie swayed. She could see and hear all that it seemed to her impossible to be happening. At every thrust of Alfred's loins, her mother's fat bottom cheeks smacked into his belly just as her own had often enough smacked into the Vicar's. And perhaps then again Elsie remembered that her dear Mama had once peeped in on that.

'You are not coming, Alfred, I trust?' came Vanessa's cool voice.

'Goooo! N… no, Miss, I'm trying me hardest. Not if you don't say'.

'It's nice, isn't it, Maude, nice?' asked Vanessa encouragingly.

'Yes, Miss-yes, Miss-ooooh!'

'The world is made for pleasure, Elsie', sighed Vanessa, pressing her lips upon the girl's in a manner that the half-swooning Elsie could no longer resist. In that moment, there was only one world for Vanessa. Her eyes closed, her tongue slithered wetly around Elsie's while her fingers worked more feverishly, causing the slim girl to droop with desire. Tapered fingers that were sticky from Elsie's honeypot soothed the sweet moisture momentarily over the girl's silky belly and then returned to their task, making Elsie's breath hiss into Vanessa's mouth.

'Are you ready for it, my pet?' husked Vanessa dreamily while Elsie's hips squirmed.

'Haaar, yes, oh yes!'

With that passionate little response, Elsie did not see the door open, nor hear the footfalls of the naked Thomas whose penis was quivering up towards the ceiling. To his view first came the sight of Alfred's steadily-working buttocks, his spread legs half concealing the sturdy, stockinged ones of Maude who had by now spent twice and was about to do so again, her effusions sprinkling and spurting over Alfred's sensitive knob. As a voluptuous accompaniment to this lusty display, Thomas also viewed the exquisite rondeur of Elsie's bottom and her plump and oily cunny that nestled like a bird in Vanessa's palm.

Vanessa had told him upon what 'cue' he was to make his entrance, though mischievously enough she had not told him what he was to do thereupon.

Elsie's eyes half opened in that moment and she viewed him, though dimly, as if she were seeing a ghost. There was nothing apparition-like, however, about the distended penis she could see, nor the hefty balls that hung in waiting below it.

'Pa-pa-har-haaar!' came Elsie's moan and her knees buckled the more as then she herself spurted her fine rain over Vanessa's cunningly-tickling finger while a pink mist seemed to further blur her vision.

'Over, Elsie!' Vanessa murmured, and guided the half-swooning maiden to the opposite end of the table so that, in being bent over it, Elsie faced her Mama, with their noses all but touching.

'Oh gawd!' Thomas husked in delight. In the past he had had several fine peeps at Elsie's apple-round bottom when she had flitted about wearing naught but a petticoat, and his fingers had ofttimes tingled to taste those prettily-bulbing cheeks.

With Elsie's new posture, he could view in totality the chubby halfmoons, the sweet crevice that divided them, and the nesting of curls around her slit.

Hearing Vanessa's hurried whisper of 'To your post, man!' and therewith a more wavering cry of, 'No, Dad, you can't!' Thomas saw to it that he could. Straddling his well-muscled legs behind those of Elsie, he suffered no warnings from a fascinated Vanessa as his swollen crest slewed up between the pouting lips and made its new home fully, deep between the satiny walls.

'Mum-mum!' Elsie sobbed.

'Hold hands, girls. Put yours over hers, Maude. Clasp them. Good! Not too quickly, Thomas, please now. Give her a good sturdy fuck. It need not be the last she will receive from you if you perform well'.

And with that-truth to tell-Vanessa began a slow backward movement towards the door. The gasps, the sighs, the breathless, incoherent murmurs from the two females as the males attended upon them-the utter certainty that all would now finish the course-filled Vanessa with immense pride. It would be pleasant, thought she, to witness the four of them in the dizzying aftermath, to know what was said and what passed-to know what further impassioned caresses they might enter into. But even so, such would take up too much of her time, and she could learn later from Maude what transpired. The thought of the sovereigns she was due to receive would hang over Maude as closely as would this voluptuous and perhaps overdue event.

Hence, raising the latch and quietly opening the door that led into the gathering night, Vanessa took one last lingering look at the fully-occupied quartet. Elsie had surrendered-haplessly, perhaps, but nobly, too.

'Can't help…!' she was moaning to a dazed and excited Maude whose fingers were interlocked with her own. Elsie wriggled adorably to every commanding stroke of the parental penis, which was thick, meaty and already glistening from the first eager little 'shower' she had afforded it, her polished bumcheeks rubbing amourously against Thomas's stomach.

Alfred would surely come now, and Thomas would come too soon, Vanessa thought, but such could not be helped in the first fervours of desire. There would be time again for more. There surely would.