The Vicar's girl

Chapter Seven

Since the death of his wife, Eric Partridge had taken into his household her also bereaved sister, Margaret, who was a shade younger than himself and with whom he lived in a state of complete propriety which-though little did he know it-sometimes amused the lady and sometimes irked her, for she saw it as no flattery to herself that he did not even unbend to kiss her goodnight.

No outstanding beauty, Margaret was even so a woman of considerable attractions which the male eye could normally not fail to espy. Her breasts were large, her hips sumptuous and her legs of goodly proportions. Her noble bottom she bore proudly, for it had taken its toll of several male pricks during her thirty-nine years, but during that past twelve months had felt so deprived of spermaceous injections that a feeling of desperation had overtaken her.

Not unnaturally, the household was often fully occupied, for Mr. Partridge had two young sons of his own — Freddy, who was fifteen, and George, some eighteen months his senior-as well as two daughters, Alice and Mabel. The latter was a twin to Freddie while Mabel had recently attained her nineteenth year.

Margaret's brood was smaller and consisted of one son, Bertie and another whom she had named Hugh, after his father. Their ages being sixteen and eighteen respectively, they were growing lads and sometimes evinced the fact by such roguish playfulness with their stepsisters as Margaret could not fail to notice with a yearning sigh that such days seemed to have passed for her.

A sense of relief would sweep through Margaret whenever her brother-in-law found it necessary to depart for several days on business, the which sometimes carried him to his manufactories in London, or abroad to Paris and Vienna where he would make negotiations, purchases and sales- all such indeed as kept the two families in great comfort but which did nothing to alleviate the would-be stirring of Margaret's yearning hips.

On such occasions she would feel herself more free and would retire or rise earlier or later than was her wont when Eric was about the house. The young people, too, would become more enlivened and on several occasions Margaret observed their rompings in the garden and the fact that Mabel lent herself, though coyly, to the occasional playful kisses and caresses of her cousin, George, the mere sight of which caused Margaret's belly to tingle so warmly that such vestiges of outward control as she had exerted over herself began to fall away.

On this particular occasion Margaret had three days of her brother-in-law's absence to practise such naughtiness as she had been wont to do in the past, for her late husband had been like unto herself and the pair had had many 'entertainments', as they called them which had excited their loins to pitches of well-fulfilled desire with others.

A-flutter with excitement, she was quick to realise what she might do and hence rose very early before the rest of the household were awake. Clad only in her nightgown which clung revealing to her form, she entered the bedroom which her nephews shared and saw them lying together abed-angelically, as it seemed to her.

A floorboard creaked upon her entry and George awoke, blinking at the so unexpected vision the while that Margaret put her fingers to her lips. Approaching the bed on tiptoe, she bent and whispered, 'I have not been able to sleep and am cold. Will you not cuddle me, Georgie?'

Nodding mutely as he observed better than ever before the wondrous gourds of her titties which half fell from the vent in her single garment, George unthinkingly slipped out of bed and in doing so brought his tummy to bear against his aunt's, who muffled a giggle thereat, for she had distinctly and hopefully felt the touch of his penis under his nightshirt.

'Wait until we lie down, darling', she murmured boldly. Raising her filmy attire to the tops of her thighs and so affording him more wondrous sights, Margaret slid carefully down beside Freddy who was still dozing and in so doing presented her half-uncovered bottom to George who followed suit behind her.

Unable to constrain herself, Margaret immediately urged her proud rump into him and, turning her neck, presented her lips close to his astonished own.

'Oh, how nice', she breathed and, with that, eased her nightdress higher and so urged the entirety of her naked bottom against his cotton-shielded pego that George felt it rise in all its youthful ardour and press its thrumming stiffness against her brazen cleft.

'Do not be afraid-do not be afraid, Georgy', Margaret coaxed. Still straining her face over her shoulder, she thereupon passed her broad, cowlike tongue into her nephew's mouth and, groping behind her, rucked up his bed-attire until his rigid cock came warmly into her clasp.-'Put it in!' Margaret thereupon choked against his lips and so guided the eager helmet that it found itself clipped between the large, fleshy cheeks of her bottom. A single backward urging of Margaret's hips sufficed then to permit it to make the first thrilling contact with her rosehole.

'Gooo!' choked George who was not quite sure where it was but could feel a round, ridged and inviting aperture together with the rubbery bulbing of his aunt's bumcheeks into his bared belly.

'P… p… push a little, Georgy', Margaret husked, though even as she spoke-and still clasping his tool-she so undulated her derriere to achieve a perfection of contact that with swimming head George felt his crest slip through the ring, taking his knob up within her.

'Haaar!' sobbed his aunt in delight and, with a dazed feeling of delight such as she had not experienced for so long, let her bottom sink heavily down until inch by inch his penis became embedded in her channel which at first seemed impossibly tight to George who-much more emboldened-clasped her hips and with a little jerk thrust himself to the full up her wondrous bottom, causing both to gasp and their breaths to flow together.

Despite the lubriciousness of their posture, their movements had been slow and cautious, but now Freddy stirred and awoke, feeling not only a strange and larger form behind him, but feeling too a hand stirring up under his attire to clasp his own small limp prick.

'Ah! Who…?' he blurted, only to have his waist ringed by his aunt who hissed urgently, 'Be quiet, dear, we are enjoying ourselves. Oh, Georgy, yes, my darling, work it in and out! Bugger me! Is it not nice?'

'Aunt-teee!' then groaned both boys together, for Freddy's own cock was already tingling with pleasure and stiffening under the subtle and well-practised caresses that her fingers were affording it.

Feeling almost the same seizure of delight as his brother, Freddy made to turn and face his aunt, but was restrained from doing so by her firm grips upon him.

'Let me! Lie still, Freddy', Margaret murmured, her eyes half closed in the blissful experience of having a youthful and virile prick where she most liked such to be, even as she liked frigging another at the same time and had done so several times, years before, under the eyes of her late husband who had much liked to see her so 'at play', as he had called it.- 'D… do not come yet, Georgy-try n… n… not to. Oh, it's so nice! Finger my cunt. Put your hand in front. There! AH! Yes!'

'Aunty, Aunty, Aunty!' Freddy was choking out meanwhile. No one had ever played with his prick before and it was nigh on bursting.

'Come, little dear, do naughty, do naughty all over my hand', purred Margaret. Her own fleshy hips were pumping vigourously in response to George's jerks and she knew that he could not hold out much longer, particularly as now he could already feel her salty, honeyed spurts over his fingers which rubbed wildly beneath her furred slit.

'Geeee!' Freddy gritted. His cock felt all peppery and tingly and hot and there was a lovely swirling sensation in his balls that preceded the sudden explosion that occurred.

His young stiff hosepipe then offered forth in a sudden, long spurt of come which Margaret could feel bubbling and dripping over her fingers.

'C… come, Georgy, come… come up my bottom!' Margaret choked and then, ramming her ardent bottom tight down, received the urgent spurts of his libation which the squeezing of her tight channel made even more vi-gourous.

Moaning and panting, all three thus loosed their passionate energies, the one spilling his sperm upon the sheet and Margaret's hand while Georgy inundated his aunt's bottom with the rich juice it so gladly received until after long moments of heaving and wriggling all three subsided and lay still, though Margaret continued possessively drawing upon her nephew's embedded weapon until the last pearls had been expended.

The thought that she might then stay to work their cocks up again was tempting in the extreme, but Margaret decided upon discretion lest the girls awake and hear. Kissing both boys fondly, adjuring them to silence and promising them more pleasure, she drifted back to her room, slumped open-legged upon the bed and blissfully congratulated herself on her first new adventure.

The first taste of new, forbidden fruit, however, tends to make the senses over-eager and the mind to become blurred to caution, and such it was with Margaret who in such relatively short time as she had to enjoy herself during Eric's absence sought ways of getting the other young people out of the way while she gave herself up to receiving the pricks of George and his younger brother. No matter how carefully and tactfully she endeavoured to do so-arranging picnics and such-the suspicions at least of Mabel were aroused. For upon their aunt's whispered instructions, George and Freddy pretended to be indisposed, though Mabel could see no sign of such and thought they looked in perfect health.

This occurring on the day following Margaret's initiation of her nephews, she packed Alice, Mabel, Bertie and Hugh off with a luncheon basket to a nearby meadow, which even fifteen-year-old Alice thought was rather odd since they might just as well have lunched at home.

'I wonder what IS wrong with Freddy and George', Mabel remarked casually to her slightly younger cousin, Hugh, while the two lay on their tummies on the grass, chewing at the white roots of long blades of grass and having separated themselves a little from the others.

'Perhaps they are going to have the measles or something', Hugh replied vaguely, for he was of an age when he was far more interested in the luring hump of Mabel's bottom which showed plainly in her prone posture and indeed was slightly emphasised by it.

'I don't think they are. Perhaps she is making the poor things do extra lessons or something. Anyway, I have forgotten my handkerchief, Hugh. I think I will go back and fetch it. Will you accompany me?'

Telling the others they would not be long, Hugh was only too glad for the opportunity of being alone with this winsome, willowy cousin of his who had coyly lent her bottom several times to his tentative caresses and had even allowed him to kiss her on the lips, which experience he had found terribly exciting.

Strolling down to the road and now and then touching hands together, the pair passed through a gate and were upon the road itself when Vanessa came along in her pony cart.

As is common in country areas where people are more friendly than in the smoky grime of crowded towns, all passers-by tend to greet one another or at least to doff their hats or give similar salute. Thus Vanessa slowed her pony when she saw the young couple who looked rather toothsome to her view, particularly Mabel who had on a pretty blue hat with a white silk ribbon around the brim and whose flowing gown was of matching colours with a sash around her midriff that splendidly displayed the wasplike nature of her waist and therewith her already promising hips.

It had been several days since Vanessa had first succumbed on the altar of Venus and to her vast amusement and pleasure she had been able to maintain her control over Reggie during that period, and with much assistance from Mary, of whom she was growing ever fonder. Spurning the would-be offerings of Reggie's pego herself, she had 'put him up' once to Mary who had dutifully knelt up on her Mistress's bed while Vanessa watched her brother perform from the rear on the girl, mischievously tapping his bare buttocks with a switch to make him groan betwixt pain and pleasure.

Besides-as Vanessa assured herself-her brother was enjoying his new role just as was she herself. She had been intrigued, too, to find that her penchant was as much for the caresses of other young females as the sensation of taking a cock in her pussy. Girls were soft and warm and cuddly and knew better how to lick one's cunny than men did.

Thus the rear view of Mabel, with her flowing locks, attracted Vanessa even more than the sight of her otherwise goodlooking companion and hence she reined in and greeted them, asking if they had far to go.

'Oh no, it is but a mile', replied Mabel, whereat the three exchanged the usual courtesies of names and such and Vanessa encouraged them to squeeze up beside her on the slatted, padded seat which brought Mabel's thigh warmly to her own.

In the general light chatter that followed, Vanessa learned why the couple were returning and offered to wait and take them back to their picnic spot. To her delight, Mabel not only agreed (for Hugh kept more shyly silent) but invited their new acquaintance to take refreshments with them at the house, this suggestion strengthening the slightly suspicious Mabel in her resolve to know whether her male cousins were still abed, or at their extra lessons, or what.

A certain feminine caution overtaking her, however, she saw fit upon their arrival to conduct Vanessa and Hugh through the side entrance to the back of the house, which informality caused Vanessa's nostrils to twitch a little, since as all sensitive males are aware, there are certain silent communications that may be made between females which are rarely vouchsafed to the stronger sex.

Taking the flagged path and finding the first of two entrances locked, the three repaired to the back where bow windows gave way into the morning room. Incautious in search of her immediate pleasures, Margaret had failed to draw the curtains together there, for the gardeners were busy out of sight and she had seen to it that the servants were otherwise occupied, having told the maids that she desired to work quietly with her nephews in the room.

Such a sight as met the eyes of the three would-be entrants into the house, therefore, caused them to pause rigid, for Margaret was indeed working quietly, albeit in a way that none would have suspected. Her posture was her favourite one, for it was the first in which she had been coached in her distant youth. That is to say, Margaret had upped her skirts and-wearing no drawers-was sprawled over a small round table the edges of which she was able to grip with outstretched hands. Her feet were firmly spread on the floor and her dark-blue stockinged legs straddled to display the magnificently plump and fully-rounded derriere to which a delirious Freddy was giving first attention while George stood by with his trousers open, holding his own rigid cock in readiness for a second entry.

Mabel's eyes were not the only things that bulged in that moment wherein she and Hugh and Vanessa had come to a sudden stop upon the sight of this revelation through the panes of glass. Margaret being in semi-profile to the unknown spectators, Hugh for one could clearly if unbelievingly see his younger cousin's rigid penis urging back and forth in the deep furrow betwixt his Mama's glorious nether cheeks.

For a long moment the three stood breathing deeply but otherwise silent at the vision that was vouchsafed to them. Unable to resist, and having cast a knowing eye downwards at Hugh who stood between them, Vanessa casually brushed the back of her hand across the young man's growing erection.

Clasping his aunt's out-curving hips, Freddy was by then pumping her welcoming bottomhole with all the youthful vigour that he could give to the task, while with every inward thrust Margaret's knuckles whitened excitedly, her face laid sideways on the polished table top and hence bringing into her passion-blurred and greedy vision the sight of the other waiting and equally virile penis that in short order was to afford her a second spermaceous dosage such as would cause her bottomhole to froth the more.

'Ooh yes! Ooh Yes!' Hugh's Mama was distinctly heard to moan by the three silent witnesses whose own state of arousal became evident in the flushing of Mabel's and Va-nessa's faces and the increased pulsing of Hugh's stiff-standing cock which the latter female was by then more openly caressing through the cloth of his trousers.

'Ooof! Ooofl ooogh!' Freddy was meanwhile heard to pant.

'He is coming, I think', Vanessa whispered with a sense of self-possession that she could hardly credit in herself, and this remark caused Mabel to gape at her with prettily parted lips, though not for long, for the spectacle fascinated and disturbed her as much as it did the other two.

'Hah! Yes, oh yes! Do more, Freddy! I can feel it, darling, shooting up my naughty bottom!' came Margaret's cry, for the first ecstatic shoot of her younger nephew's cock had just lubricated her bottom, and his panting delight knew no bounds. Gritting his teeth as the narrow but receptive channel gripped him gratefully-hanging his head then and working his loins furiously, Freddy expended his sperm for the first time in a female aperture and was never going to forget the experience, no more than George who, upon the slackening exit of his brother's tool, hurriedly brushed him aside and took post himself, slewing his prick immediately up into the depths of Margaret's derriere and causing her to cry out in delight.

'Come away, dears' Vanessa uttered thickly, adding 'But we must be quiet. Have you a summerhouse to which we can repair?'

'Th… there, yes, beyond the shrubbery', Mabel choked. Her titties felt fuller than they had ever done before. Her lips were dry and a faintness seized her which caused the stiff-walking Hugh to cast his arm solicitously around her waist while Vanessa took her arm on the other side. Un speaking then they coursed across the lawn and entered the hexagonal garden room in which Vanessa was pleased to find an old couch.

'Mama! How could Mama…?' began Hugh in bewilderment while Mabel sat upon the couch and covered her face with blushing shyness.

'Oh, you have much to learn, you two', laughed Vanessa disarmingly and so much so that Mabel dropped her hands and gazed up at her in awe.

'But it is naughty!' Mabel uttered in bewilderment, even though Vanessa felt that she was bringing rather more shock into her voice than she really meant.

'Naughty is a word, Mabel, and people live by deeds, not words. Poor Hugh-do you see the condition it has got him into? Must I put it into words?' Vanessa asked and thereupon slung one arm comfortingly about his own slender waist and with her free hand openly fondled his erection in front of Mabel's eyes.