The Vicar's girl

Chapter Nineteen

In the dreamy, clouded state in which she lay, Susan stirred restlessly, rolling her noble, bared bottom on the silky surface of the sofa. Sublime sensations surrounded and filled the furred slit where the Vicar's long tongue had so remorselessly licked that her salty spills of love dew had already issued thrice, producing a patch of dampness where she reclined.

Limp as a doll, she allowed herself to be turned over, feeling as if she were rolling endlessly through space. Clasping her lithe, slim form by her naked hips, her uncle drew her slowly back, so manoeuvring and raising her by slow degrees that the elegantly-formed maiden was brought to drape herself in readiness over the thicked, rolled arm of the sofa, her derriere perfectly poised for an assault.

How to instill in her a variety of sensations that her mind and body would retain fascinated Percy. Parting her long legs so that the clip of her slit showed its figlike form beneath her bottom's chubby cheeks, he accorded both a light smack that made his palm delight in the resilience of those demi-orbs.

A squeak emanated from Susan, but no more than that. Trailing one digit up between her pale halfmoons, he circled the tip of it around her puckered hole which offered such a delicious tightness to the intended intrusion of his prick.

Another smack, this time across her bottom, and this time producing a soft and appealing 'Ooh!' which caused Percy to nod his head approvingly. In her sublime state of somnolence and revealment, the tawse would now be appropriate, though not applied too strongly or it might awaken her. Retreating momentarily, he acquired his leather friend together with a small pot of unguent. From the latter he smeared his first finger and — holding the chubby cheeks of her bottom apart-applied the oily substance around the rim of her rosehole and, at the same time, working some within, this causing Susan to wriggle her hips agreeably.

'Your anointment, my angel', Percy uttered quietly and therewith brought the tawse slap-crack across her offered peach.

'Thoooo!' uttered Susan dreamily. She was dimly aware of a stinging sensation at first, but no more than that, for the tawse was evenly supplied, but with a medium stroke, producing a first light flush on the ivory hemispheres.

Thereupon Percy waited, for he wanted her to absorb this completely new feeling. Some twenty seconds passed before he applied the next. The fleshy, slap-smacking sound pleased him, as it always did when attending upon young ladies. Besides, she had a superb bum and with due training could become a regular recipient of his lascivious intentions. Together with her Mama, perhaps. That would be infinitely amusing-a completely new experience.

At that thought Percy's intentions began to rage more fiercely, for once a man has certain ideas in his mind he can never forget them.

Cra-aaaack! sounded the tawse, and harder than he had meant to apply it, but the excitement of anticipation was uppermost in him.

Susan's nether cheeks reddened under the stinging stroke. Her arms moved restlessly, her hips churned. A greater awareness stole through her of a sensation of stinging and of heat in her bottom. Slender tongues of fire licked between her halfmoons, producing a hot feeling in her nether hole and even causing her succulent slit to moisten.

Noticing that the movements of both her torso and her hips were increasing, Percy ceased his applications of the tawse and dipped an exploratory finger under the sticky slit which his niece offered so blatantly to his view. Yes-there was the expected, slight exudation there: a most promising sign. Moving to the side of her prone form, he bent and turned her flushed face in his direction, falling to his knees and bringing his lips to brush her own lax ones.

Susan's long eyelashes fluttered still. Her eyelids felt too heavy to open completely. The drawing room was seen as in a hazy dream. A tongue licked along her lips-protruded into her mouth. A voice, husky and deep, sounded in her ear.

'Strap, bottom and prick, Susan. Say it after me'.

'St… st… bot, bot, bot', Susan stammered thickly, for the words were like glue in her mouth.

'Learning. You are learning. Repeat that you are learning, Susan'.

'L… l… learning'. Heavy and drowsy her voice. Her tongue was limp to his own but would soon awaken, Percy thought.

'Good girls obey, Susan. Repeat after me, good girls obey'.

'Goo girls, goo girls'.

'What do good girls do, Susan?'

"Bey… Obey'.

'Yes, my dear. Uncle is going to put you to his cock now. Be good. Lie still. Hold your bottom up'.

'Hold…', Susan echoed, her voice sounding hollow.

Percy rose again and moved behind her. Hands caressed Susan's bottom then, causing her hips to roll more agreeably. Fingers sprang her springy cheeks apart, exposing that which she had never thought to expose to man or woman. The unguent that Percy had previously supplied glistened in waiting around her puckered aperture.

Penis erect and head glowing, he thrust his trousers down beyond his knees and gently applied the fiery crest so that its tip nestled against Susan's untried bumhole. At its touch her hips jerked a little, whereat Percy withdrew, moistened the head of his charger with saliva and then unhesitatingly entered it but just an inch within the warm and exquisitely tight hole, this bringing another jerk of his niece's body and a low murmur from her lips.

'Good girls obey, Susan'.

'Hoooo!' Susan moaned. The feeling of the bold intruder was more evident to her now. She made, as Percy well expected, to retract her hips, but the pressure of her stockinged thighs against the end of the sofa prevented it.

For a moment the ring of her bottomhole was so tight that he could enter no further. It was indeed as if his pego were encased in the entrance to a finger of a glove, yet such he had encountered before and knew that the only recourse with such a virginal receptacle was to enter smoothly and with no hesitation.

Accordingly, Percy's own buttocks tightened as he pushed, this producing a mewing sound from Susan who made feebly to raise the upper part of her body whereat he arced over her and clamped his hand firmly around the nape of her neck, so securing her in what he deemed to be the classic position, for quite magically the female supplicant appeared to offer her bottom more freely thus-and Susan did.

True, the marbled cheeks of her derriere made to squirm as his stiff fleshy peg embedded itself remorselessly in her most secret orifice. Little cries of mingling pleasure and despair rose from her. Her face twisted this way and that, her nose rubbing on the seat of the sofa. The plunger- though proceeding slowly as it was-had all but entered her to the full and to her dimmed senses felt both torturous and exciting. It was stretching her, opening her, filling her… OOOOH!

'Pmmmmff!' Susan choked. Her senses, stirred by the deeply-rooting salute of her uncle's penis, were awakening more. The clouds in her mind drifted slowly apart, permitting both light and realisation to enter. Her bottom by now was fully orbed into his belly and beneath her hairy pouch she could feel the swaying of his balls. Yet was it he? Could it possibly be? Was she not being lewdly assaulted by a stranger and dreaming all the rest?

Feeling his grip upon the back of her neck loosen, Susan turned her head and opened her eyes fully, expecting perhaps to see the face of the Devil himself. Yet instead, to her disbelief, her gaze met her uncle's.

'Ah, my love, I am up your bottom at last', Percy croaked.

'NO, Uncle, no! Take it… AAAAH! — you beast, you brute, take it out!'

'Remove my cock from your bottom, my sweet niece?

Never, my dear, for it is going to receive many such salutes, as is your divine nest. Come now, allow me to pump your hole and make not too much fuss of it or I shall bring the tawse to you again, my girl'.

'Mama, Mama, ma-ma! Hooo! Ah! It's too BIG!'

'Quietly, Susan, quietly. You must learn to be quiet', Percy husked, drawing but half of his stiff penis from her sucking hole, but letting the rest remain within as her momentary comforter.

Her sobs resounding, Susan screwed up her eyes. Much as the first entry had teased, taunted and burned her, so the more gentle movements-but an inch or two back and forth-began to assuage her against her will. Clasping her well-sprung cheeks, Percy held her bottomhole exposed while leaning back a trifle to watch with bleared pleasure the rooting of his cock in her. How tightly the rim gripped him still, and yet its natural elasticity allowed increasingly easier movements.

'Don't, don't! How horrible! Oh!' Thus Susan moaned, though her cries had notably quietened again, the breath puffing out from her pursed lips as Percy now began to run his true course, drawing his cock out all but to the rim and then pistoning powerfully into her clinging tube.

'Yee-oooh!Yeee-oooh! Mama, Mama!'

Smack, smack, smack! Susan's bottom sounded against Percy's hard belly while his fervent rod rammed her faster.

'Let me feel your cunt, now, Susan-let me feel it-let Uncle feel it'.

'Gooo! No! Ah!'

Insinuating one hand down between the side of the sofa and her belly, Percy succeeded in cupping her now pulpy slit, sidling the tip of his forefinger around her button which had grown perkier with his pumping motions. Gritting her teeth and grimacing, rolling her eyes and turning her face this way and that on the seat, Susan made one last valiant effort to resist. But in a second or two even more thrilling electrical charges were shooting through her lithe form. Her nub rose even more to Percy's encouraging finger, his cock-jabs up her bottom quickening more.

'Ah, my good girl, give it to me, work your bottom', he husked, licking all around one shell-like ear and at the corner of her mouth.

'Oh-ho! Un-cle!'

But it was a plea now rather than a protest, and one that he wished but to encourage. She was spilling-the sweet girl was actually spilling on his finger, little milky spurts. And such she had probably never sustained before, as he told himself.

Susan indeed had not. In that instant her whole body and mind were transformed from coldness, rigidity and shyness into a blaze of lubricious passion. Her buttocks began to roll lewdly as Percy came upright again, his prick easing back and forth between her springy cheeks to the moaning delight of the pair until with a series of choking gasps he exploded the long shoots of his orgasmic pleasure into the very depths of her flawless bum while Susan again and again sprinkled the rolled top of the sofa arm in her newfound delight.

Long moments passed before the pair finally uncoupled. Percy withdrew his slackening slug from her well-creamed hole while Susan wriggled forward shyly and lay once more along the length of the sofa, hiding her hot face.

Restoring his trousers and feeling somewhat weak at the knees, Percy seated himself precariously beside her on the very edge of the sofa and patted her bottom affectionately.

'Was naughty…'

Susan's muffled voice came to him, her face well hidden, yet there was wondering pleasure in her tone that conveyed much to Percy. Withholding a reply, he continued coaxing her with his fingertips, running them over the swelling, velvety surfaces of her proud nether cheeks.

'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.