"And glad I am that you're such a faithful son of the Church. But--the Bishop's coming round any minute and I'd like some peace and quiet to deal with him."
"Well, Vicar, that may be so, but there's some quiet stuff I can do while he's here. Needn't bother you at all. You've got old Horace in your back pocket anyway, word on the street says, and you've nothing to fear from himself."
I looked around and thought furiously. "Look, Percy, I need some space right now, and although I know you're a good son of the Church, it would give me some peace of mind if you'd knock off early." Pulling out my wallet, I drew out a twenty pound note: "Go collect Peggy and take her to a show, go the Pub and treat yourself to an early happy hour, whatever you want. I'll pay you for a full day today."
He took the note and looked it over. "Well, Vicar, I am feeling a little thirsty right now. Won't call Peg; she almost wore me out last night, the little vixen, and I need some space to recover my manhood before I see her again. I'll knock off right now if you want."
"Grand, Percy, grand. If this doesn't serve you, tell Johnny to put your drinks,
and your drinks only
, on my tab this evening, and I'll look for you and Stan tomorrow morning."
"Right, Vic, I'll grab my hat and coat and I'm gone. Mum's the word, and if there's anything I can do for you, consider it done. Bye, Vic." Percy almost had the light off and was out the door before I could turn and go back upstairs.
Sheila and Jenny bustled in the kitchen door with several bags, which they set down on the counter. They wore matching blue sweatsuits and sneakers under their coats, which struck me as rather odd attire considering the goal of the afternoon, but I let it pass. Quickly they unloaded their burdens on the counter, and Sheila then turned to give me a big hug and a kiss: "Hiya, Vicar."
Jenny came over to press her whole body against mine, her protruding breasts poking against my chest, and gave me a long, deep kiss before pulling back to look deep into my eyes. "Hello, Father Alfred," she said in a sultry voice.
Sheila swatted her on the shoulder. "I know you can do that bit, Jen, let's get to work organizing supper before we have our lessons upstairs. Have a drink while we're getting things together, Vic, and we'll be ready for you shortly." I got some ice from the icebox and poured myself a very stiff Scotch. Sitting at the table I got a view of the two women as they prepared a meal: like clockwork they had the potatoes in the oven; the sprouts and fennel in a steamer basket over a pot of water, ready for boiling; the rolls in a covered basket warming; the steaks laid out to come up to room temperature, and the grill inspected for readiness. It was amazing to see.
The tasks were done and Sheila turned to me. "I know you like to make love on an empty stomach, so let's go about our business upstairs now. Ready, Jen."
Jenny gave me a look and licked her lips. "Ready, Gran." They preceded me up the stairs, and walked into my bedroom where Jenny peeled back the covers on my bed.
"All right, Jen, first lesson: taking off a man's clothes. Your Derrick probably hasn't needed much warming up, but after a while you may need to help jump start his engine. Taking off a man's clothes is a wonderful way to get him interested if you do it right."
Jenny knelt in front of me and started to unbuckle my belt. "No, no, no, Jen; you're going too fast. It's not a race to get him out before he pops his cork. Start with a kiss, a nice, gentle, long, deep kiss." She stood up and put her arms around my neck, pulling me gently toward her and meeting my lips softly and sweetly. After a moment, she opened her mouth and our tongues met, dancing with one another in a wet duet. "Good, Jen, that's a good start. You've got him interested. Now, while you're Frenching him, pull his jacket back and off her arms, one at a time." She pushed back my lapels and guided me out of the jacket, one arm at a time. Tossing it on the bed, she drew a reprimand, "Now Jen, don't forget to see the big picture. You're going to end up on the bed, so his clothes should go somewhere else. There's a lovely chair on the other side, guide the clothes there."
Sheila passed the jacket back to Jenny and she put it on the dressing chair. "Good girl, now you'll have to unbutton his shirt. Unless you're planning to date clergy, let's stop and let the Vicar undo his dog collar himself." We broke the kiss, and I reach back to undo the long, white, stiff collar, putting it on the dresser. Jenny pulled me back into a deep kiss, and her grandmother continued: "All right, first undo his sleeves, if you don't do those you'll never get the shirt off. Good girl, take your time. Now the other one. Grand. Now start at the top and work your way down. You may have to break the kiss but keep looking at him." She broke the kiss and gave me a very sultry look as she unbuttoned my shirt. Pulling it back over my shoulders, she deposited it on the chair next to my jacket. "Now before you go back to an embrace, you need to pull off his t-shirt, just grasp it by the bottom and pull it up over his head. Grand. Now you can kiss him again." Jenny clutched at me and pulled me forward so our mouths almost struck one another. "Not so fast, girl, take your time. You might hurt yourself that way. Back off and try again. Come in slow, yes, just like you did before."
Our lips touched, and once again our tongues were entwined. "Now come a choice: do you want to take all his clothes off or do you match his state of dress?"
Jenny pulled back. "I'd like to match him, Gran." She grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and started to pull up when her grandmother stopped her.
"No, no, Jen. If you're going to do that, take your time. It'll build up more steam;tease him a little bit, make him savor the revelation. That's right, yes, I like the turn away from him when the outer bit comes over your head. Now do the same thing with your t-shirt. Yes, girl, that's it."
Jenny was grinding her hips as she pulled her top up bit by bit. She turned and switched her weight back and forth, presenting one lovely buttock at a time, as her t-shirt went over her head, revealing a white bra. Reaching around to unclasp her bra, she let the straps pass over her shoulders before turning with her hands in front of her, holding up the bra and covering her breasts. The right hand threw the bra aside while the left covered her tits. She put her index finger in her mouth innocently in a moment of indecision before drawing her left hand away: her breasts were 36 C cups, sticking straight out and ending in two inch wide nipples, with no tan lines. Two golden bars graced her nipples, twin mementos of Wales, glinting in the afternoon light.
"Well done, Jen, you've really got him going now. See, he can barely keep his Willie in his pants."
I turned to Sheila. "If we're going to keep this even, you need to do your bit, Sheila. Let's get your top off as well." She gave me a saucy smirk, then pulled off her sweat suit top to reveal her slightly sagging boobs, graced by their set of bars installed in Wales the previous summer.
Sheila stood silhouetted by the daylight from the window over looking a brick wall. "All right, Vicar. We're all even. Can we continue the lesson?"
"Sure, Sheila." She came over to kneel in front of me, pulling my pants off and my boxers to release my nine inch penis. Jenny moved over and gasped as it came out and her eyes grew wide. Her grandmother grasped my erection gently and started moving up and down the length of my shaft. As Jenny continued to undress me, she kissed my knees as my trousers came completely off, and licked my feet as my socks were removed. Sheila looked on approvingly, continuing her stroke without missing a beat.
"Now, Jen. When you wank your bloke, you need to be gentle when you start. If you pull too hard, it'll hurt and he'll lose interest. Long strokes are nice, but mixing up some short strokes up toward the head is a nice change of pace. The best is when you use a circular motion: the nerve endings get anxious because they don't know which will get tickled next. If you take your free hand down like this and juggle his balls
very gently
, it will turn him on even more. See how this is going: he's getting a some moisture coming out of the slit. Smear this around and he'll love you for it." Jenny watched rapt at her grandmother's technique, which I appreciated as well. "Now you try it."