The Vicar's girl

Chapter Three

A sense of devil-may-care ran deeply in the veins of Reginald Markham on his return. Intoxicated by thoughts of what was to be, he entered the house quietly, expecting Vanessa to have returned to bed, but by then she had regained her composure and, in her outward self, was as placid as she had first been upon the arrival of the Vicar.

No longer, however, was she the same young woman, as she well knew. Always introspective and hence often a dreamer, she felt herself now to have been shifted into a new and different compartment of life. The appearance of her brother in the drawing room, wearing a brasher air than he normally had, gave her reason to believe that he, too, had suffered a sea-change, so that her immediate and stiffly-put question to him immediately was, 'Where have you been?'

'I returned the Vicar's visit', replied Reggie calmly, though inwardly he was trembling with excitement.

Even to Vanessa it seemed that his eyes pierced the brown and white gown she had donned, seeing beneath it the ivory columns of her thighs, the proud thrusting of her breasts whose hot nipple he had felt brushing his hand, the cleft between her wondrous buttocks, and the hairy dell that nestled so invitingly between her thighs.

'Why?' Vanessa asked, producing a slight tremble in her voice that was real enough.

Despite what he had been advised to do, Reggie then drew from his bulging pocket what Vanessa had in fact tremulously sensed was already there. Tossed into her lap, the thick strap slithered like a snake and then hung its head down the side of her leg, causing her expression to become frozen.

'You are to replace it beneath your pillow where I found it, Vanessa. It will be required tomorrow'.

'wh… aaaart?' Her fingers trembled in touching it and then fell away.

Bravado still upon him, and in the manner of a man who thinks he can conquer the world with but a stick in his hand, Reggie fell to his knees before her and to a smothered screech from Vanessa ran both hands upwards beneath her voluminous skirt and assailed the creamy surfaces of her thighs where he could also so excitingly feel her garters and her stocking tops.

So swift and unexpected was the assault that for a frenzied moment Vanessa felt much as she had done with the Vicar in her bedroom. Instead of fending her brother off, she bit her knuckles to prevent herself from crying out for Mary. Even as he endeavoured to force her legs apart, her face went wildly to the door, but it was closed and all beyond was quiet.

'He will attend upon you again, Vanessa, and you will again remove your drawers when he does so and…'

'You brute! What has come over you! Oh my God, no, you dare!' came her cry as the fingers of his right hand succeeded in insinuating themselves between the upper silky surfaces of her thighs to caress the cunnylips that protruded so boldly through the fresh batiste drawers Vanessa had donned. Feeling their emergent moisture through the material, Reggie grew even more enraged with desire and made to dip his head beneath her upraised skirt.

'hah! no! mary-eeee!' Vanessa screeched at the top of her voice and with such rending volume that an appalled Reggie immediately scrambled to his feet and cast open the door just as the maid appeared upon the threshold.

'Yes, ma'am, what is it?' Mary asked anxiously, trying to peer past Reggie who successfully blocked her view.

'Nothing, Mary-we were merely playing. Will supper be ready soon?' Reggie asked in as steady a voice as he could control.

'Yes, sir, but…

'Be a good girl then and do your tasks', Reggie commanded, trying to ape the manner of the Vicar while Va-nessa sat trembling and silent, and thankfully beyond the view of Mary whom she had so involuntarily called. Yet even as her brother closed the door again, she gathered herself and rose, her face flushed and her breasts rising and falling. Such was the expression on her face that her brother's countenance fell.

'Dearest…', he began weakly.

'I shall take supper in my room', Vanessa replied stiffly and all but thrust him aside with her arm so that Reggie was caught between apprehension and anger at having been so thwarted.

'Then you had best take this', he rejoined, snatching up the tawse which had fallen to the floor and thrusting it into her hand.

'Oh, is that what you want?' Vanessa sneered. She was minded to cast it down again, but upon thinking that Mary might see it and that in any case it was better in her possession than his, she swept proudly and swiftly from the room, leaving Reggie rather aghast at the wilfulness of his actions which had followed like a wave upon his visit to the vicarage.

Better to have followed the Vicar's advice, he told himself mournfully, for he could no longer conceal from himself his lust for his beautiful sister while as for Vanessa herself she found herself caught between bewilderment and her own arisen desires which her body could no longer deny. So fraught with tension was she that upon reaching her room, she rang for Mary who came up at a trot.

'What, ma'am?' Mary asked, finding her Mistress seated and looking woebegone.

The intuitions of a female are sharp and Mary herself knew that something strange was afoot, though she could not fathom what.

'Mary, I will have supper up here, and then pray will you stay with me tonight for I feel restless and strange'.

'Ma'am?' blurted Mary to whom such a request was overwhelming. Quickly enough she gathered herself, however, for she suspected that all had something to do with what had just occurred downstairs, and hence she answered, 'Oh yes, I would like to. Whenever you retire, ma'am, I will come up immediately'.

'Thank you, Mary', Vanessa replied faintly, and thus Reggie partook of a lonely supper, smoked another cigar, drank several whiskies with bravado and told himself smugly that Vanessa had at least obeyed in returning the tawse to her room. She jolly well knew what she was going to have now, he thought, and stomped up to bed without so much as a goodnight to Mary who sniffingly told herself that it was all his fault.

No sooner had Reggie entered his room than the waiting maid followed in his footsteps and entered Vanessa's room with a sense of awe and excitement. Vanessa lay abed already, saying in a seemingly weary voice, 'Hurry, Mary'.

'Yes, Ma'am'.

From that moment on an electric atmosphere seemed to fill the darkened room. With a curiosity, shy but eager as it was, Vanessa turned lazily in the bed and watched the nubile young girl casting off her dress. Dim as Mary's figure was, it looked even more alluring to the young woman who saw to her surprise how slim the young girl was, how firm her melon-like titties and how apple-round her bottom. Even as Mary began to discard her petticoat and uttered, 'Oh, ma'am, I forgot my nightdress', Vanessa replied softly, 'It's all right', and reached out an arm to her, drawing the naked maid into her bed which Mary found deliciously warm and soft.

What happened next could only occur between intense lovers or two females whose silent understanding is complete. Their lips met in a quivering of desire, bringing Vanessa to pass her hand up and down Mary's thighs and to mould her fine silky hips. Not a word passing between them and only the hurried breathing from their mouths betokening the coming of a storm, their tongues met, whereat a thoroughly excited Mary immediately passed her own hand up beneath Vanessa's cloudy nightgown and found the velvety orb of her bottom.

'Mary, I feel so excited', Vanessa choked, for the words had wanted to burst from her for hours now.

Mary did not answer immediately. Their tongues coiled again, twisting each about the other's in a languor of passion. Quite unable to resist what she considered to be yet another forbidden moment, Vanessa moved Mary's lax thighs apart and passed a wondering finger up between the moist lips of her cunny.

'Nnnnng!' Mary gritted in delight. As they rolled and clung together-their bouncy titties bulging gelatinously together and their nipples rubbing-so Mary's errant forefinger trailed bewitchingly up and down the furrow of Va-nessa's magnificent bottom, causing her a multitude of strange sensations. While Vanessa's own finger slipped up within Mary's oily pouch, so the maid's rotated gently around her Mistress's tightly-rimmed bumhole in the manner of one who toys around the rim of a glass.

Such an ecstatic quivering did this afford Vanessa that she drove her long tongue more wildly into Mary's warm, moist mouth and half rolled upon her so that their legs interlocked and their lewd caresses continued.

Bucking her bottom gently, Mary felt herself about to come and moaned, circling one arm around Vanessa's neck while dipping the tip of her finger up into her Mistress's nether aperture and then moving but an inch of it back and forth while their salivas mingled.

At first the insertion of Mary's fingertip in her bottomhole gave Vanessa a tickly-tingling feeling and she almost reached back to push it out, but slowly all sensations melted into one. Slipping more between Mary's thighs and ceasing to tickle her cunt with her digit, Vanessa began instead-and purely by instinct since she had never done such a thing before-to rub her lovelips against the equally pouting ones of her maid.

To this, Mary responded by drawing her legs up and wrapping them high about Vanessa's waist so that their furry slits met the more succulently until both were breathing harder. By then also Mary's finger was easing more deeply back and forth in Vanessa's channel, the which caused her Mistress, after several quivering moments, to spurt her fine juices all around the maid's quim. Mary responding, their sticky exudations met in a little flood which oiled the inner surfaces of their thighs.

Both moaned, both twisted, writhed violently, this causing the headboard of the bed to tap incessantly against the wall between Reggie's room and his sister's. For long moments his ears had been alert. He had distinctly heard the maid enter Vanessa's room, but had not heard her depart, and his cock was stiff, his balls swollen. At the sound which came to him, which at first seemed like the tapping of a stick against the wall, he started up, cast the bedclothes back and stole out onto the landing, cursing the creaking of a floorboard, though the two occupants of the adjoining bedroom were beyond hearing such.

Dare he enter-should he enter, Reggie wondered, and at the same time cursed himself for such indecision. He could hear moans now-distinct moans-and his penis thrummed violently. Turning the doorhandle with such overdone caution that it rattled more than it would have normally done, Reggie ventured within and looked immediately sideways to the bed.

In their raptures of desire, the two females had kicked the bedclothes down to their ankles and hence the most bewitching sight was afforded him of Vanessa's naked bottom rolling vigourously while the maid's calves were crossed tightly about her waist.

Had she but known it, this posture saved Vanessa's immediate honour. Becoming aware of her brother's presence, she uttered a wail of despair and at the same time rolled completely over so that it was Mary who came uppermost and thus presented the immediate target for Reggie's amour-ous tool.

'Oh, ma'am!' blurted Mary while Vanessa, in order to keep as much of herself covered as she was able to, continued to hold the maid tightly between her legs which she bent so that her knees gripped the girl's waist.

'Go away!' Vanessa wailed to her brother who in the heat of the moment already had his nightshirt gathered up and was, however dimly in the lampless boudoir, already displaying his straining cock and balls.

'My beauties!' Reggie chanted wildly and to a shriek from both was upon the bed in a flash, so positioning himself behind the wriggling Mary that the swollen nose of his cock immediately nubbed up beneath her thoroughly moistened quim.

'Stop it!' Vanessa shrieked while hugging Mary upon her the more so that Reggie might not even see her swollen titties.

Nothing, however, could have stayed Reggie from his desire to poke one or the other and hence, taking Mary's sleek hips and stilling them as well as he could, he pointed his poker up more against her honeypot and eased his vibrant stave with eye-squeezing delight into her oily channel until with one long thrust it was embedded and his balls hung down beneath her bottom.

Delirious with excitement, Mary received his throbbing stave with a whimper of pleasure, the meaning of which could not escape even Vanessa, who buried her hot face in the girl's neck and moaned wildly, 'No, Mary, no!'

'Whoooo!' the maid moaned in turn for already (and, it might be said, with undue but excusable haste) Reggie's cock had already begun to slew back and forth in her clinging cunny. Resultantly, Mary bit passionately at the lobe of Vanessa's ears, causing the latter to squeak in a crazed wonderment of despair that she could so unwittingly have entered into such an orgy.

Being well-lodged and working passionately, Reggie was then able to pass one hand between the pair and tickle his sister's furry mound a little, though not as much as he would have wished, for the upper bulge of Mary's bush was also rubbing against it while her bottom churned to his manly thrusts.

In all the frenzy of that moment, Mary boldly grasped Vanessa's face between her hands and slipped her tongue into the young woman's blurry mouth.

'Ah, Mary, what a cunt you have, what a bottom! Wriggle it, my dear, for I am coming soon. I cannot help myself!' groaned Reggie who, over-excited as he was at this triple coupling, could perhaps have been excused his haste.

'Glooop!' came from Mary whose breath was flooding into Vanessa's hapless mouth. Her hips thrust back a little to allow Reggie's hand to explore the oily, flesh folds of his sister's slit, for Mary sensed well enough that such was also what he wanted to do and did not wish to deny her Mistress the pleasure, as she thought of it.

In her own condition-or so she told herself-Vanessa was by no means certain whose fingers were exciting her dell and in the frenetic seconds of mutual threshing that ensued she did not care, for she was coming again herself. Indeed, her legs rose higher, permitting Reggie to insert his finger right up her cunt, but then-as if reminding herself of the impossible wickedness of her posture and while Mary's titties bounced and jiggled their hard nipples against her own-Vanessa straightened down her legs again. Closing her eyes while her lips continued to mesh with Mary's, she heard her brother uttering a long-quivering cry.

Or rather it should be said that it was an animal moan. Feeling the first thick shoot of his come splashing and bubbling in the interior of her suckingly-eager slit, Mary pressed the hot sphere of her delicious derriere tightly into his stomach as if to absorb the spermatic onrush as deeply as she could, and indeed did.

Feeling his throbbing stem gripped between the silky walls of her cunny, Reggie groaned his delight while the burning spurts jetted from him and Mary rotated her smooth orb in a fashion that amazed and delighted him. As his emissions finally weakened, so Reggie continued valiantly pumping still and then, with deep tremors of exquisite release, held his cock sheathed to the full.

Upon that delicious climax, Vanessa had twisted her mouth from under Mary's and clawed a pillow half over her face, moaning once again, 'Oh, stop, stop-go away!' and such an hysterical pitch sounding in her voice that Mary fell flat upon her in a comforting mode, thus causing Reggie's expended tool to slip from her lubricious grip.

'Sir, go away, yes', Mary gasped, fearful then of her Mistress's reactions and the way that Vanessa was desperately continuing to cover her face.

Reggie then of course wished much to simply roll upon his back beside the pair in the hope that he might continue to fondle both, but so vigourous had been his emission that an exhaustion seized him and he felt, too, that a terrible scene might ensue were he to stay.

'I will just g… go to my room', he mumbled foolishly while several broken sobs came from beneath the muffling pillow over Vanessa's face. Easing himself back off the end of the bed, he gazed forlornly at the huddled pair for a moment and then with a huge sigh, as if the world had done badly by him-or perhaps as if to mitigate his apparent wickedness-he took himself out with such dignity as he could muster.

Then only did Vanessa permit Mary to uncover her face.

'Oh, I am sorry!' the young woman bleated while Mary slipped from off her but lay with one leg crooked over Vanessa's.

'Oh no, ma'am, it were nice', came the soft reply, this bringing Vanessa to turn and face her so that the tips of their noses brushed.

'But he assaulted you!' Vanessa said with total wonderment in her voice.

'No, he didn't do that', said Mary simply, though really thinking how strange it was that an older lady should say such a thing, and half asking herself if it were all put on and had been arranged between the two. An even greater boldness of speech overcoming her, she added, 'I think he wanted to do it to you, really'.

'Mary, you should not say such a thing', Vanessa murmured, quite unable to bring herself to believe that such a thought could have passed through the girl's mind.

'Oh, I don't mean while I was watching', Mary said, as though that were a simple enough explanation.

'Really, Mary, it is unthinkable-unthinkable'. Vanessa's voice was blurred and she allowed the girl to cuddle closer into her, Mary bringing up her knee so that it rested roundly under her Mistress's pulsing slit.

'No, it ain't', Mary wanted to say, but thought better of it and stayed quiet as both began drifting into sleep.

At least she knew now why her Mistress had called out for her downstairs earlier.