'WHAT's they like really, the Smiths?' Mary asked Va-nessa the next morning.
'Useful, Mary. That is the best word for them. I have decided to accommodate them here. That is why Reggie departed early-to take a message that I wish to see them. Upon their settling in, my dear, you will have a new status. I do not mind in the least if you call yourself their govern-ness, for such you will be. I believe the events of the night will find them still in rut. They are malleable now and will be useful to us in many respects. Between them the two females will keep the house sparkling. As for Reggie, I grow a little wearisome of our games with him. He may be put to the women occasionally. As for yourself, Mary, both the males are well furnished and will do your bidding. If necessary-should there be alarms of any sort-their fealty will ensure that they act as our protectors. Such people are always defensive of their positions in life. They have need to be', Vanessa uttered a little coldly.
'Yes' Mary said while still puzzling several of the words her Mistress had used. 'When you says they're mallable- was it mallable?-do you mean they're dippy, Miss?'-this bringing a laugh from Vanessa.
'Dippy? Why no, Mary, not at all. I mean that they may be used. Used, dear. I have others to use. You can amuse yourself.
'But they might not obey me, Miss'.
'They will obey you, Mary, because I tell them to. Ah, here they are, I think. Let them ring a few times and then let them in. It will do them no harm to wait', Vanessa ordained while Mary straightened her ever-crooked cap which she had ceased to wear except when dusting or for the occasion of visitors.
Maude Smith was the first to enter, as Vanessa had suspected. The others shuffled uneasily in the hall.
'Your money, my dear Maude', Vanessa said, anticipating her so quickly that Mrs. Smith's hand was filled with coins even before she realised she had extended it, and this taking the wind from her sails.
'What we done last night was wrong, Miss', Maude mumbled, squeezing her fingers around the gathered sovereigns. Gathering confidence, she leaned forward a little and whispered, 'He had her again after that. On the floor, he did- had her again'.
'I expect you were all lying down by then, anyway. As to yourself, did you have a restful night?' Vanessa asked distantly, gazing over the woman's shoulder rather than into her face.
'Went upstairs. Tried to have a sleep. Then Alf come up. I told him no, but he was a-lumbering all over me, and they was a-going at it downstairs again by then. Couldn't face this morning, I couldn't'.
'Are you not speaking?'
'I think she's been telling me lies about him, about her Alf, Miss. He goes at it proper. No holding him back'.
'So, you had him up between your legs twice, my dear, and took pleasure from it. What harm in that? There is a saying, Maude, that one should not kick against the pricks, you know', Vanessa said with conscious humour that was wasted on Mrs. Smith who seemed to require time to chew that over, asking with a doubtful look, 'Is there, Miss?'
'Just as there is at the Vicarage. But you do not want to return there, surely? I have much more homely accommodation for you. So far from you having to pay rent for your cottage, you will all make your home here free, and with wages such as we will settle between us, you and I. Put aside your foolish ideas, Maude. After all, you never entertained such at the Vicarage, nor were you yourself entertained much, I believe. Here it will be otherwise. I like watching, Maude, just as you have so often done, but now you also have the pleasure of doing it, too'.
'You mean… you mean like doing it with both of them still?'
'You know very well that I mean that, Maude, and do not pretend that you are displeased thereby. You are in your most vigourous years, my dear. Bring up their erections; make them spout'.
'And Elsie, too, I suppose; that's what you mean?' asked Maude in a would-be sullen tone.
Vanessa turned away from her, showing her back, and gazing out through the leaded panes of the drawing room window.
'Whatever passes, my dear, he will have her over again and she will yield, her expression mayhap a little startled ever, her eyes wide, but her sweet bottom ever wriggling. You know it well'.
'Reckons as I do, yes. I'd have to be ever watchful, I would. Get my nerves on edge, it would'.
'You can relax now, my dear Maude. Have them come in', Vanessa uttered grandly.
With the entrance of her three, as she thought of them, Maude stepped back as if she were not part of the immediate assembly-a gesture which did not displease Vanessa who waved her to a chair. Maude proudly sat and, upon a thought, slipped her well-won sovereigns silently into her purse. Standing between her father and husband, Elsie's eyes faltered and fell, but Vanessa stepped forward and tilted up the girl's chin.
'Elsie, how nice of you to come', she cooed, 'I have come to an agreement with your Mama that you will all stay here now, and well rewarded you will all be, I can tell you'. Then, as if embracing all three with her words, Vanessa went on, 'In an unpleasant world there are many disagreements; in a pleasant one such as will encompass you here, there will be naught but agreements. Is that not so, Maude?'
'Why-er-yes, Miss, that it is-that's right'.
'Elsie, you will have your own little boudoir, as will your Mama. You may conduct yourself in comfort, given your obedience-or shall we say your compliance?'
'My, my what, Miss?' stammered Elsie, going pink.
'Actions speak louder than words', Vanessa replied, ringing the bell for Mary who endeavoured to come in looking impressive but in actuality looked hushed.-'Mary is the governess of the house and in my absence you will follow her wishes. I said five shillings a week for each of you, did I not, as wages, Maude?"
'That you did, Miss', replied Mrs. Smith who had never heard of such a high sum being paid before except to head butlers and the like. Thomas bit his lip, half grinned, but remained silent as did Alfred who seemed feared to even move his feet.
'Precisely. Mary, pray conduct Elsie to her room and have her disrobe. One of the males will attend on her immediately. Thomas, I think. Wait in the hall, Thomas, and Mary will call you up'.
'But I don't want…!' Elsie uttered in a wail and cast a beseeching look over her shoulder at her mother who appeared absorbed in the apparent weight of her purse or else the colour of the curtains.
'Come on', Mary said with such abruptness that it surprised and pleased her. Taking Elsie's elbow, she turned her about and led her out.
'Oh, no!'
Elsie's cry echoed in the hall. A dragging of feet sounded which took Vanessa immediately to the threshold of the door.
'Cane her, Mary, if she does not perform properly and well!'
'Yes, Miss, I shall'.
'Ow! You dare!' came Elsie's wail while with an imperious gesture from Vanessa, Thomas began to take himself in the hall. It were a right turn-up, he thought, and maybe even a dream, but he wasn't sure. His brain felt fuddled but his cock was already getting stiff. She had a lovely little bum, did Elsie, but it were funny doing it like this and Maude knowing about it again, like she had done last night.
Vanessa left the door ajar, waiting. Mary was as much a test as any of them.
'Take your clothes off, Alfred, and stand against the wall', she ordained without looking at him, adding-as if en passant-'Maude, see to it that he does', her words being followed by a squealing 'YEEE-OW!' from Elsie and the snapping voice of Mary saying, 'I said, get it off, Miss, and your petticoat as well'.
'It seems that she can deal with things, Maude', Vanessa said, holding the door and glimpsing a wondering Thomas biting his lip in the hall.-'Are you progressing?' she asked, hearing a thump of boots.
'It's all right, Miss', said Maude between tightened lips, which was precisely the mood that Vanessa wished her to be in. An idea had struck her-a very amusing idea. Deliberately she did not rum her head around the half-opened door of the drawing room to observe a nevertheless heavily-breathing Alfred whose mother-in-law was already handling his cock and balls.
'Have him lie down, Maude. On his back. Make him obey', Vanessa said crisply and much to the surprise of both. Then it was that she pushed the door to a little and saw the dangling, thickening root of Alfred's cock as he went down oafishly and stared up at the white plaster roses that formed crossed ropes across the surface of the ceiling.-'Sit on him, Maude-skirt up and plump your bottom down on his face. Keep him quiet thus. I want to listen'.
'Miss?'
'Do it, Maude. Do not be tiresome. Spread your bottom cheeks over his mouth and nose. You have no drawers on, of course? Good. Let him sniff you thus, my dear, for that will bring his cock up as fast as anything'.
'GLMMMPH!' sounded from Alfred next as with surprising daintiness and not a little curious eagerness, Maude raised her skirts and-kneeling over his chest-brought the rather massive weight of her mature bumcheeks to spread odoriferously over his startled face. Indeed, in that bewildering and darkening moment, Alfred found his nose stuck precisely up to her bumhole while the thick brush of curls around her cunt, together with the rolled lips, scoured his mouth.
'Nicely, Maude, nicely. Keep him down. Excellent training for him, my dear-excellent', Vanessa observed to Maude who-feeling the most curious and exciting of sensations- squashed her son-in-law's face more firmly under her plump arse. Grinning with pleasure, her face flushed (though not a hundredth part the way that Alfred's was), she looked up at Vanessa who nodded briefly but approvingly, her ears cocked still for the sounds from upstairs.
SWOOO-WITTT! both Vanessa and Maude heard, though whether Alfred did is problematical.
'GEEE-OW!' screeched Elsie, and with that Mary's victorious cry, 'I told you so, didn't I? Now, put it up, Miss, or you will get a dozen more! Come on now, let me see it all. Oh, what a lovely cunny! Shall I tickle it?'
You are going beyond yourself with those last words, Mary, so Vanessa thought, but it was impossible to teach such a one the finer nuances of schooling a girl. Morever, Elsie was simply being awkward. An annoyance-an inconvenience. Alfred was puffing, gasping. His bared toes curled, and were dirty. They must all have daily baths, Vanessa decided. And perhaps, after all, they were not suitable. Mannered gentry had far better ways.
Opening the door wide upon Thomas whose penis was very clearly prodding up through his rough trousers, Vanessa uttered quietly, 'Go up, Thomas and attend to her. But do not come. I shall accord you five minutes of mutual pleasure, but your emissions are not to be released'.
'My what, Miss?'
'Don't come in her, I said. I shall inspect you. Failure to obey me will not be treated lightly, nor will you be permitted within sight or knowledge of Maude or myself to put yourself up to her again. You can understand that, I believe?'
'Well, Miss… Yes, Miss. But if I ain't allowed the proper course of Nature…'
'You are not. Elsie is, though, and thus you will accord her a full five minute shafting. Get to it, man, and pleasure her for her bottom will be burning by now and she will douse your prick with certainty. Remember that I shall examine you!' 'All right, Miss, yes. I still gets me wages, though, don't I ?
'Upstairs, Thomas, please. With such delights awaiting you, why do you stand talking of such mundane matters?'
Consulting her timepiece with deliberation in front of him, Vanessa closed the door and gazed with renewed pleasure into Maude's astonished visage.
'Oh, he ain't going to do it to her proper, then, Miss?'
'Very proper, I believe, Maude. Whose is the pleasure that counts-that of the female or the male? The female, of course. Now, please, bring Alfred off with your hand. I want to see him spout'.
'He comes a lot, Miss. Real thick and a lot'. There was awe and admiration anew in Maude's tone, though directed entirely towards Vanessa.
Watching dispassionately, Vanessa glimpsed part of Alfred's face as his mother-in-law lifted her hips and, leaning forward, grasped his rigid member and commenced frotting it gently.
Alfred's cock was creamy-purple, but his face even more so of the latter colour.
It was to be expected, though. In that moment Vanessa wanted something that was unexpected, and her mind began to work on it even as Elsie's sobbing cry floated down from upstairs of 'Oh, Dad, oooh! Oh, Dad!'
HOW to achieve her object of the 'unexpected' gave Va-nessa an almost sleepless night, producing faintly dark circles under her eyes which gave her face an even more slumberous and voluptuous aspect. Her mind raced here and there down corridors of twilight where figures endlessly moved and danced, spoke, laughed, or whispered to each other in the gloom.
'There are aspects, Mary. I must seize upon the correct aspect', she murmured thickly to Mary when the maid brought in her morning tea.
'Yes, Miss, I s'pose one ought to do that', replied the girl, having no idea of what her Mistress might be talking about.
'The females. I trust you have them in their rooms, their doors locked'.
'As you ordered, Miss, yes, I done that. Saw to it last night. You said as none of them must do it for a few days now'.
'A few days, yes, that's right. They must work. I do not want to think about them at the moment, though. I have other things, other things. I may amuse myself with them again, I may; I do not know. Leave me, Mary, for I have much to think about. One must not become mechanical, must one? That is the problem, you know; that is the problem. I begin to perceive it more and more'.
'Yes, Miss. If you wants anything else', Mary replied doubtfully and drifted out, perhaps wondering if her Mistress was not a little dippy sometimes.
'Yes!' Mary heard Vanessa declare very loudly as she made to close the door, and looked anxiously back again at her, asking, 'What, Miss, what?'-'Nothing. I have just thought of something, that's all, Mary. Do not concern yourself with it'.
Some two miles away, at the same hour-in a bed whose sheets were much rucked from the night's activities-the Vicar lovingly palmed the large, glossy, warm bottom that Mildred's dozing posture presented to him. As so often in the mornings, he had awakened cock-proud and with a little start of re-awakening Mildred felt the plumlike crest glide insinuatingly between her nether cheeks.
In that moment, as the events of the previous evening swam back to her, she reached an arm behind her and, groping for the impudent weapon, clasped the shaft, murmuring, 'Percy, no! We are in sin!'
'And deliciously so, my dear. Did you not confess such last night when in the very throes of amour?'
So speaking, Percy rolled his sister on her back and made sure of his mount by immediately straddling her and exhibiting the morning glow of his erection to her eyes. Naked as both were from the toils of Venus, Mildred's titties looked particularly large and succulent while her sleep-glazed eyes looked up at that which she had never thought to see-to wit, her brother's fiercely erect penis and heavily-dangling balls which sprouted hairs all around them.
'S… S… Susan is coming today', she swallowed as one hard knee urged her plump thighs apart.
'Susan-yes', he responded while remaining kneeling up in a dominant position and with one knee now nudging the furred mound of her slit. It was two years since he had seen his niece, a proud young woman, not wholly unlike Arabella Smythson-Hyde of whom he had the fondest memories.
'She… she must not know-cannot know', protested Mildred as the Vicar's manly form descended then upon her own.
Knowing that he would find her cunt receptively moist from sleep-not to say the three lubrications it had received after their first lubricious bout-Percy hesitated not but glided his poker straightaway up within her channel until his swollen receptacles came to rest under the deeper curve of her bottom. There had been moments when he had sensed that Mildred might prove slightly recalcitrant. He was prepared for such even while feeling the delectable squeezing of her vaginal walls around his embedded pego.
'You will be quiet, Mildred-or do I have to cane you again?' he asked against her mouth the while that his eager throbs announced themselves within her clinging maw.
'Percy-oh Percy-you would not', grimaced Mildred whose hands clawed at his brawny shoulders.
'There will be times when it may be necessary, Mildred. 'Twas you who last evening invited me to-nay, implored'.
'Because… because I knew I was going to be in sin with you, Percy. Oh, I implore you… AAAH!'
Mildred's gasp arose from a slow ploughing movement of her brother's cock which then momentarily settled itself again deep in her nest.
'Open your legs, woman! Raise your knees a little! What a tasty slit you have-what opportunities we have wasted these past years, have we not?'
'Yes, oh yes, I suppose. My head whirls when you d… do it to me, I cannot help myself. Oh but we should not, Percy, should not! HAAAR!'
'The ride commences, my love. I am your stallion, you my mare. Thrust your hips, work your bottom, Mildred- draw in your brother's sperm again. Come, do it, or I shall thresh your slit again in sight of Susan when she comes. You hear me?'
'Y… yes, Percy! Oh, Percy, don't speak so wickedly. AH! F… f… f…!' stammered Mildred as the great fleshy plunger moved with thrilling ease in and out of her oily slit. Their bellies smacked, her big titties jiggled, their nipples so fiercely sucked upon by his greedy lips that both rose to fierce points of fire. Licking his tongue around the burning eminences and cupping her firm bottom possessively, the Vicar continued growling such words at her as Mildred had never thought to hear, yet in the red haze of desire-and in the liquid spurtings he extorted from her-Mildred was as lost as a wanderer might be in unknown, close-knit country lanes.
'You need cock, Mildred-say it!'
'Nee… nee… need cock!'
'And Susan-Susan needs a big, firm cock as well, my love-say it!'
'No, Percy, no! HOOO! Ah! Oh, faster, faster, for I cannot help myself!'
'Susan, my sweet. Tell me that Susan, too, needs cock, for surely we both know she does, is over-proud and needs to be put over now and then-but say!'
'PMMMFH! Come in me, Percy, come, oh come!'
'Of Susan what have you to say', growled the Vicar, threshing even faster and feeling his slewing knob delicously assailed by her sprinkling juices. Cupping her bottom even more firmly, he caused his forefinger to ease into the puckered aperture of her rosehole, this bringing Mildred's tongue to leap into his mouth much as a salmon leaps and curves.
'S… S… Susan… Oh no, Percy! Do not make me utter… utter… HAAAR!'
'I will cane you, my dear, more thoroughly than I did last eve if I do not have your obedience to my will. Have I not first rights on you? Have I not?'
'P… Percy, yes! Oh, stop it. No, don't! I want to feel it, feel it come in me-oh do!'
And indeed Percy was at boiling point, yet had long inured himself to fine control when tutoring young maidens. Only in the first throes of lust had the possibilities that arose from the visit of Susan come into his mind, and now he was both possessed and fired with determination by them.
'Susan-Susan, Mildred-answer me, or by heavens you will receive no other pleasure but the cane!'
As he spoke, so Mildred's nails dug the more fiercely into his shoulders, for the orgasmic explosions she was experiencing fired both her mind and body to a pitch she had never attained before. Lewd figures-figures as seen naked through a gauzy curtain-danced before her eyes. The even greater pulsing of her brother's steadily-pistoning prick caused her to lift her legs and wind them hungrily around his waist. His balls smacked steadily into her bottom where, too, his finger was easing suggestively back and forth.
'YOOO-HOOO, yeh-eh-esss, Su… Su… Su… OOOOH!'
'I shall flood both your cunts-your bottoms, too, my sweet', groaned Percy who could not longer hold back from his delight and loosed such a cannonade of boiling sperm within her maw as made her writhe in a red mist of delight until both collapsed and, breathing heavily, went into quietude which, however, was broken after a long reflective minute by Mildred as her brother's slackening slug slipped from her slit.
'Percy, you did not really mean…'
'Lie still, Mildred-rest. I will fetch you tea. You are a glorious fuck, my pet, a glorious fuck'. And with that salutation he departed quickly while Mildred lay back and threw an arm across her eyes, her cunny pulsing still, her mind aflame.
Ten minutes later when Percy re-entered the bedroom, naked still, his thick penis dangling, it was to bear her a cup of tea the like of which-unknown to her-Mildred had never drunk before. Certainly, it was of the finest Indian blend, yet a certain potion had been mixed into it, the faint taste of which two spoonfuls of sugar concealed.
'Percy… Percy, you said…', Mildred began hesitantly, raising the welcome cup to her lips.
'I have said nothing that we did not agree upon, my dear. Drink your tea and rest anew. There is no haste to rise. By the time I have fetched Susan from the railway station you will have long been up and about'.
Mildred's lips quivered as she drank. A score of things to say danced in her mind and yet she knew her weakness in having spoken in the wildness of desire as she had done. As Percy dressed, so she drank and let her head rest back upon her pillow. Indeed, she felt drowsy again already. Perhaps it was the morning warmth. The sound of his movements about the bedroom became fainter. Her eyelids grew heavier and closed. There was darkness, there was darkness, there was dark:
Percy surveyed her then more closely, tiptoeing to the bed and shaking her shoulder gently, but she did not stir.
The potion had worked well, as often it had done before with others who had awakened to find themselves in the Vicar's bed. It would be two hours before she stirred at least, and meanwhile there was Susan to attend upon.
Opening a small cabinet beside the bed, Percy produced a bottle of port, pouring a little onto his fingers and then passing them first across Mildred's lips and then her nipples. The scent thereof was redolent and could not be escaped.
A devilish plan, he told himself with an inward chuckle. Devilish but not eventually harmful, so he persuaded himself. Susan was ripe for a corking. If he did not give it to her, some churlish fellow would whom she would fruitlessly marry. Better to put her to his own cock for a few weeks at least. There need be no great disharmony between the pair if he treated them correctly, sternly. Women, in his view, took to sternness well, though Susan might be difficult at first-she might.
And thus would anyone have thought who knew Susan. At twenty-one, she was an inch taller than her Mama and willowy of figure. Her titties were small and high-perched, having fine pointed nipples that would have delighted the errant fingers of many a man or woman had they chanced to invade her corsage-but none as yet had. Nor had her fine bottom been moulded by loving hands, nor her cuntlips parted to enquiring digits. In short, Susan was virginal in all aspects, even to the proud quivering of her nostrils and her stately but cautious walk as if at any moment she might trip over something.
That his niece had not been cock-tasted was very much in the mind of Percy upon his journeying to the railway station. His urge was to unveil and cane her noble young bottom until she squealed for release thereof on to the waiting prick-an instrument she had almost certainly never seen in full stance. But in this instance, perhaps, there would have to be a different method-one just as forthright in effect, but different. Within a few days she would prove more malleable, in any event. Two well-tutored females about the house, two females of his own class who could be taught many a little trick and eventually assist him in the seduction of young girls, would be more admirable than Mrs. Smith who fortuitously had put in no appearance, anyway.
Surprise rose in Susan's eyes, so prettily garbed in a white and blue dress as she was, upon alighting from her train and seeing only her uncle waiting.
'Is Mama not well?', she asked upon their settling in the Vicar's conveyance.
'She is resting, my dear. A little over-indulgence in port, I fear, but she will soon be herself, I am sure'.
'Oh!' exclaimed Susan, for she had not been aware of such tippling habits in her Mama and felt a little dumbfounded with embarrassment that scarcely eased when, upon reaching the Vicarage and having discarded her flowered hat and her white, elbow-length gloves, she proceeded upstairs with her uncle in her train, and he observing with much satisfaction and not a little impatience the rolling of her bottom cheeks beneath her tightly inswept skirt.
The sound that Susan uttered upon entering the boudoir of sin was great indeed, for there lay her fond Mama in utter nudity, one leg hanging over the side of the bed and all of her plump, firm charms displayed to view.
'She, she, she is uncovered! Oh, Mama, Mama!' Susan cried, shaking her parent and endeavouring in vain to cover her with the sheet which the crafty cleric had seen to it was well twisted and tucked beneath Mildred's legs which, in slumber, were heavy. Her bewilderment was of course even greater that such a shameful display could be made and hence she tugged ail the more until Percy ringed her waist and drew her upright in such wise that her bottom moulded firmly into his loins.
'Do not upset yourself, my dear, nor disturb her as yet, for she will awaken in her own time. Besides, you must be weary after your journey. Come, take your ease with me for a while in the drawing room. She will call us as soon as she awakes. The port, I fear… You see how the bottle is nigh empty'.
'Oh, poor Mama!' Susan uttered with a little sob, but seeing no help for it allowed herself to be led downstairs with his arm comfortingly about her waist and guided to a sofa where she sat fretfully twisting her fingers about and all but refusing the glass of liqueur which, in the event, Percy brought to her lips himself and so gained excuse to sit close beside her. Having poured it beyond her sight, he had seen to it that it contained a modicum of the selfsame potion that had put Mildred into the land of dreams, a single drop that would render Susan slightly drowsy.
'I do not understand Mama. It has never happened before', she murmured as the warm liquid trickled down her throat and meandered into her belly.
'Loneliness and desire, my dear. The latter is paramount, I believe. Rest your head back. Was it dusty on the train? Really, you should remove your dress. Finish your drink. It should be taken at a swallow'.
'But, uncle, I… GLUG!' gurgled Susan as the glass, raised by his hand, issued the rest of the sweet fiery liquid over her tongue. Cradled by his arm about her shoulders, she had indeed sunk back, her head resting on the low edge of the sofa. Beneath the hazy look that had stolen into her eyes, she observed the movement of a hand that wafted across her protruding titties, hesitated and then cupped the nearest.
'Desire is potent in females at times, my dear. Your Mama chose to unveil herself to me. It was dusk, you understand. The room was veiled in a certain mystery of delight. There was no help for her but to lower her drawers…'
'HO! Oh, Uncle, pray-oh please…!' came a soft moan from Susan who felt as though her head were enveloped in clouds. Helplessly slipping sideways, her cheek rested upon his shoulder.
'Yes, of course, my dear, I will tell you more', uttered Percy, deliberately misconstruing her cry, 'Her thighs and belly once seen, the lips of her slit ridged with desire, there was naught for me in the course of my brotherly duty but to produce my organ of procreation-that is to say my penis, cock, pego, prick. In but a moment your Mama clasped it in her palm and glided her tongue into my mouth. Feeling her bared belly against the knob of my rammer, desire fired my veins in equal measure. Here upon this very carpet I bedewed her delicious cunt with my sperm whereupon, after many luscious kisses and sighs of profound pleasure your dear Mama begged me to afford you the same lubricious joy'.
How many of his words entered Susan's half-drowsy mind, he could never know. Vaguely aware that amid a torrent of speech such as she had never heard before, she was now reclining fully on the sofa, she was aware of hands coursing up her thighs, of fingers untying the bows of her drawers.
Whimpers issued from her, but even they were dulled by the haze that invaded her mind like a fog. Her skirts folded up, worked beneath her bottom and her drawers then being swiftly removed, Susan lay for the first time naked from the waist down to a male. Her hands fluttered, but could do no more that that. Nor could she raise her arms, for they felt leaden. As to her mental state, it was on the whole a pleasant one, much as might be said to be enjoyed by the smokers of hashish in Eastern climes.
Feeling her elegantly-stockinged legs parted, Susan issued a soft, tremulous sigh and allowed the fine froth of curls around her pubic mound to be displayed to her uncle who- having risen in order that she might recline-unbuttoned himself slowly and displayed his glowing erection.
It mattered not that Susan appeared not to notice this lewd display, for her face was turned sideways, her eyes half closed.
There was time, thought Percy, to toy with her first. Her cuntlips, though pursed, glistened with the warmth of the day and the effects of her journey.
The fruit needed to be moistened more, and thus he knelt and moved his face up between her long, slim legs.