Chapter 5

It was funny that the first time Mary, the vicar's pneumatic wife, dropped the pretense that I was raping her, and acknowledged that I was her lover, she was seen and heard by Sophie, her teenaged daughter. Sophie had returned early from boarding school and had surprised her mother browsing on my swollen cock. Mary was giving me a farewell night to remember as I was due to depart the Juvenile Detention Center the very next day.

'Mother!' she cried, 'How could you! With one of them!'

I guess she meant a member of the criminal under-class - me - and I didn't like her tone. Besides, I still had an unrequited erection and aching balls which, thanks to a glass of sherry reinforced with a 'Joy Ball', were demanding attention. I grabbed Sophie's arm.

'Come here, you snotty-nosed little bitch, ' I said seductively, 'and I'll show you just how your mother could!'

Mary, thinking (correctly) I intended to deflower her darling daughter there and then, intervened and held onto one of Sophie's legs. The result was that the girl tripped and fell. Her skirt waist-band parted and, before I'd even thought of doing so, I had half-undressed the young woman. I completed the job by gripping the collar of her school-uniform blouse and giving it a mighty tug. The buttons flew off and I was soon able to remove the garment to reveal a very pretty bosom demurely covered by a sensible sports bra.

At this stage Mary recovered her wits.

'Yes!' she cried, 'Undress her. She won't go running about with no clothes on. But please, please Sebastian, don't rape my daughter. She's still a virgin!'

I really think she meant it. Which shows how little she knew what I was really like despite the fact she'd been my pretend 'victim' for months.

'Of course, Mary, ' I said taking my time rolling Sophie's sports bra up and away from her firm young tits and over her blonde, pony-tailed, head. 'But I've never had an eighteen year old virgin, and I'm sorely tempted.'

Sophie was winded from her fall, otherwise I think she would have put up a more effective resistance. As it was I sustained only minor scratches before I was able to give those naked, perky, tits a slapping which stopped her struggles and reduced her cries of outrage to a low, tearful, mutter. My erection was more pronounced than ever, sticking out from the unbuttoned cassock. In the struggle it had left a sticky smear or two on Sophie's glowing skin.

'I'll just take her to her bedroom, ' I said, 'and make sure she is unable to get out.' I had noticed that Sophie's bed was a sturdy wooden structure strong enough to hold a struggling girl, provided she was properly secured.

'I'll be there as soon as I'm... ' Mary had been about to say 'decent' -- 'dressed, ' she amended.

Mary was so eager to join us - perhaps with the idea of protecting her ewe lamb - that she was getting dressed in the French Maid's outfit she had chosen for our farewell sexual encounter and not some matronly outfit which may have served to soften her daughter's bitter criticisms.

'How could you!' the girl repeated, '... and dressed like a porno-queen!' I slapped her tits some more and told her that unless she was quiet I'd ram her knickers down her throat - a threat I'd made to her mother just a few short months before. Sophie glared at me but stopped her complaining. Mary looked at me with growing concern as I began to march the girl towards her bedroom.

'You're -- you're growing bigger!' she exclaimed.

'I spiked the sherry with an aphrodisiac, ' I growled. 'Why don't you try some? If you want to save her maidenhead you'll have to fuck for the two of you!'

Sophie hardly struggled as I led her to her bedroom. I think she may have been in shock. She sat quietly on her bed while I used a silken dressing gown cord to tie one wrist to the stout timber frame which formed the foot of the bedstead. To match her nudity I took off the crimson cassock which was the church uniform for the establishment's young offenders and stood, hands on hips, in front of the frightened girl.

Her eyes grew big at the sight of my blood engorged prick and swollen balls. They filled with tears as I told her to stroke my genitals. The touch of Sophie's cool trembling hand on the throbbing flesh acted as a further spur to my raging lust.

'That's very good, Sophie, ' I whispered. 'If I hadn't promised your mother not to take your virginity I'd fuck you witless here and now!'

Sophie sobbed and turned away from me as I pounced. Her attempt at evasion left her vulnerable to an attack from the rear and before she knew what was happening I had slipped the crotch of her white cotton panties to one side and was forcing my cock into her tight little arse.

She screamed a long, low, 'NAAAH!' as I entered her. Her anal sphincter gripped my tool and only slowly yielded as I struggled to impale her on it. Then, when I was about half way in, something tore and with a grunt of animal triumph I drove home. Sophie twitched and twisted, begging me to stop, as I butt-fucked her without mercy.

I withdrew just before her mother joined us. I was prepared to swear Sophie was still virgo intacta and, despite what the sniveling teenager might say, I hadn't even had her pants down.

When Mary did join us in Sophie's bedroom she was a changed person. Gone was the nervous, guilty, woman we had left covering her nakedness and pleading that her daughter's maidenhead be spared. Instead she strutted through the bedroom door, swinging her hips, her eyes ablaze and her nipples threatening to poke their way through the tight black material of her French Maid's costume.

'I don't know what you put in the decanter, Sebastian, ' she panted, 'But it packs one hell of a punch! I haven't been this horny since... since... Christ! I've never been this horny!'

She was carrying a hip flask in one hand and a large double ended dildo in the other. 'I thought we might give some to Miss High and Mighty, here, ' she said, 'so she could enjoy the rest of the evening.'

I took the flask from her. One nymphomaniac was enough and I didn't want Sophie to enjoy what I planned to do to her. At this moment 'Miss High and Mighty' decided to accuse her mother of pandering to the depraved tastes of a monstrously deformed criminal (she indicated me and my still impressive, sticky and none too clean, erection) who had just sodomized her.

Mary considered Sophie's tearful accusations for a moment then reached out and seized her daughter's left breast in a claw-like hand. 'It's true, Sophie, he is a dirty bugger. Now, clean him up for me!' And with that she forced the girl to lick my prick and swollen balls until they were spotless.

The sight of Sophie's pink tongue caressing my genitals, albeit in order to save her left tit, aroused Mary further. She rolled up her skirt to reveal a neatly groomed pubic bush atop a slightly swollen pink lipped vagina, into which she inserted the dildo. It fitted snugly and soon Mary was sliding up and down its length with an ease which amazed and appalled her daughter. Seeing Sophie's look of disgust I insisted the girl take over the task and soon I had the pleasure of seeing the Vicar's wife brought to orgasm by her daughter's hand.

Mary gave a great sigh of pleasure and satisfaction as her climax subsided. Her grip on Sophie's breast gradually relaxed and the girl slowed, then stopped, pumping Mary's cunt with the double-ender.

'Quite the little mother-fucker you turned out to be!' she said to her wide-eyed daughter. 'I think you ought to be punished for such wickedness. Go get your cane, Sebastian.'

I did as she asked. When I returned to the bedroom I found that Mary had untied Sophie from the bed head and had secured the teenager's hands behind her back. She rolled the girl onto her stomach and pulled Sophie's knickers down to her knees.

'Give her six of the best!' Mary ordered, and I did.

Sophie endured her brief flogging stoically but started to howl in earnest when Mary, seeing evidence that the girl's arsehole was already lubricated, put the end of the dildo against it and gently thrust inside.

'Let me help!' I cried, ramming my prick into Mary's exposed arse with such vigor that she drove the dildo hard and high up her daughter's fundament and was, in turn, spiked by it's other end.

I encouraged the pair with the occasional blow from my swagger cane (actually it had belonged to the vicar's soldier-uncle) and by manipulating Mary's nipples while she did the same to Sophie.