The Vicar's girl

Chapter Ten

The sight of the Vicar's diary had offered up to Vanessa even greater possibilities along the paths to pleasure, and these she made plain as soon as Sally had departed clutching a sovereign.

The Vicar listened to her bemused, pensive but not displeased, for in his turn the prospects of collaboration with this remarkable young woman were growing on him.

'Mabel Partridge has tendencies we may well encourage, but as to Alice I prefer to deal with her myself, having already made her close acquaintance', said she with the certainty of one who knows she can tell a story or two and get away with it. 'As to other young girls-such as my brother teaches, I may favour you with some of them'.

'Will you, indeed', he had replied at first, whereat Vanessa had trailed a finger up and down his trouser front.

'You must not forget that I am in possession of some of your secrets now. What a pity if some were to be discovered and you unfrocked! We must not allow that to happen, must we? Follow my whims, my dear, and I will in great part help to cloak our pleasurable activities. From the look in your eyes when Sally was lapping my cunny with her tongue afterwards, that was the first time you had seen two females in congress together. With my help you may see many more. Would you not like to?' she asked beguilingly.

'Let me have you', rejoined he hoarsely, gathering up her skirts anew. Not many minutes had passed since Vanessa had stood with straddled thighs, hands on hips, bared to her belly while Sally had knelt between her legs and licked her slit until Vanessa's eyelashes had quivered and she had spilled over the girl's tongue.

'Are you ready again so soon? I do not wonder that you have a reputation for it', Vanessa teased. While he cupped her quim, she responsively handled his great horny charger which was throbbing anew.

'Lie down and I will show you'.

'But how conventional, Vicar! Pray let us do something different. Come'.

'What…?' began the surprised cleric, finding himself being led forward by his stiff charger-a simple exercise that Vanessa practised on Reggie now and which she enjoyed.

'Against the wall, my dear. How deliciously common and wicked! Wait, let me pull my dress right up. Push your trousers down or the buttons will rub me. Indeed, take your jacket off.

Lured and impelled by this curious whim on her part, the Vicar found himself obeying. Reaching up on tiptoe and with legs well spread and knees bent a little, Vanessa turned her face sideways with one cheek against the wall much as she had begun to fancy watching another young woman doing. Groping blindly down even while the Vicar fumbled for entry into her well-bushed nest, she hissed 'Wait!' and guided his knob within her slit.

'Slowly! I want you to imagine that you are training Mabel Partridge', Vanessa murmured while he amourously licked around her neck. The word 'perform' came into her mind then. Reggie performed at her desire now; other males might have to.-'You are performing on her, do you understand?'

'Yes', responded the cleric, easing his meaty rod up into the velvety, clenching aperture, causing Vanessa's stockinged legs to strain deliciously.

'Perhaps she may struggle', husked the Vicar, entering well into the spirit of the game.

'She may. We must devise methods. Oooh, yes-that is VERY NICE! Are you-mmmmmm! — right in?'

'Now-yes-ah! — to my balls, Miss Markham. I can feel your curls rubbing mine. Did your Papa never tickle them for you?'

'Perhaps. You do not need to know. His prick was as big as yours, I know, for I felt it through his trousers several times. I saw him-oooh! go on! — f… fuck his married sister once when both were in their cups. Mama watched them upon the floor, bumping and moaning, but it was too quick. I know not if they often did it thus. I peeped and saw and ran away. Mama encouraged them, I think, but only when tipsy, do you understand?'

'Such delights are frequent hereabouts, my dear. Ah, you wish to struggle, do you?' the Vicar asked as Vanessa pushed her hands against his chest.

'It is naughty, don't! Oh, you bad man! Take it out!'

'No, my girl, you have to be spermed frequently, do you not? Hold your legs wider or I'll smack them both', the Vicar growled, pinning Vanessa's shoulders to the wall.

'Yoo-hooo! I'll tell Mama, I will!'

'She has the benefit of several cocks already, my pet; you have no need to, though if you wish to entertain her then you may tell her how well you wriggled your bottom. Come now, girl, push down on to my prick as you shortly must for others, too'.

'Whooo!' moaned Vanessa realistically, though in truth as much excited by her multifarious thoughts as by the pistoning of his prick in her slit. Like all women, she had a whim sometimes to be mastered by the male, if only in a temporary manner, and the fierce pressing of her shoulders to the wall while her cunny swallowed up the shunting movements of his throbbing pego added to her pleasures.- 'What you do-oooh-ing!' she whined, continuing the little play.

'Preparing to lubricate your nest with my abundant sperm-that which will leap up from my balls and flood your cunt, my sweet. Is this truly the first time you have had it creamed?'

'Of course it is, you naughty man-whooo-ow! Ah, you are making me feel strange!'

'Hah! You are sprinkling!' chanted the Vicar as he felt the fine spurts of salty rain trickling down his prick. Swaying her hips from side to side, Vanessa rolled her eyes and moaned. His words came to her in a blur of sound, her belly melting, sensations of both fire and ice causing her to jerk agitatedly and hiss out her pleasure.

'Fuck me, you brute! Sperm me-do me! Ah yes-ah!'

The Vicar's hands fell from Vanessa's shoulders as the moment of extreme bliss overcame him. Instead, he cupped her rumptious, fleshy bottom cheeks, drawing them apart and so holding them spread as the first thick lava of his spermaceous eruption spurted up within her clinging maw.

'I-am-sperming you, girl! Do you like it?' he growled.

'Oh yes, yes, oh yes-give me more-more! Hah! I can feel it all-how thick, how warm, how creamy-MORE! Oh my goodness, I want it now!'

Quivering, shuddering and making small animal noises, the pair came together, spouting and sprinkling in fervent unison until the last drops were expended and Vanessa could feel a little trickling down inside her thighs. Disdaining all the while the Vicar's attempts to kiss her, she finally felt his thick slug withdraw from her spermy nest, the knob brushing the pouting lips before it fell away. For an infinitesimal moment Vanessa clasped the cleric's shoulders and dug her nails into them, but then she urged him back from her.

'That, I believe, you enjoyed, my dear', said the Vicar with undue pride while his slackening penis drooped its head.

'There was pleasure', Vanessa replied more briefly than he would have wished and, with a sigh, began to ruffle down her dress, conscious that she could now find pleasure on the pricks of three males already if she included Hugh in the count. Thus her first meeting with Margaret a week later, when Vanessa was officially invited to take tea, proved more potentially profitable for the latter than the former. Present at table, though not for overlong, was Mr. Eric Partridge himself who to his surprise-since he had abjured amourous activities for some time-found the magnetic gaze, the lustrous lips and the challenging bosom of Vanessa unduly interesting, much as he tried to conceal that from himself.

No woman needs to be told when she has attracted the eyes of a man and Margaret was by no means displeased at the stray glances Eric bestowed upon their new aquaintance.

Whatever might divert him could but be to her profit, she thought, though Vanessa had the curious advantage of knowing as much as she. The fact that Reggie was a local schoolmaster added to the outward interest in the conversation, particularly as Vanessa wished to learn what her hostess's particular bents were.

'There are some very pretty young girls at the school, so I understand', she ventured, bringing from Margaret a vague wave of the hand and the slightly dismissive remark of, 'Oh, girls-yes'. A sudden thought then striking Margaret (all to the same end she had in mind), she asked, 'Does your brother, my dear, also do private tutoring?'

'No, but I do', responded Vanessa quickly, and not without some truth by then. 'Whom do you have in mind?' she put carefully.

Margaret did her best to appear uncertain about the matter, for she had as yet not consulted Eric upon it and indeed had only just thought of a way of keeping the girls occupied.

'Well, perhaps Mabel and-yes-Alice, of course. There are also Huge and Gertie', she added to the hidden amusement of Vanessa who avoided asking her about her nephews, for she discerned the plot quickly enough.-'I shall have to ask my brother-in-law, of course'.

'Of course. Or-perhaps-would it come better from me, if I may make so bold?'

'What a splendid idea! Indeed, yes, for you could then both discuss it directly. After all, he will have to be consulted. Mary, will you ask the Master to come down?' Margaret asked, having rung for a maid. Then saying to Vanessa, 'I will leave you to your private discussions, my dear, for such things are not settled in a minute', Margaret bid her adieu and took herself upstairs.

Five minutes passed before Eric descended, not displeased to find their visitor alone, and thereupon with her sweetest smile Vanessa offered a slightly different gist of the preceding conversations he had had by averring-with some well contrived modesty-that she was seeking a position as a tutor and governess to suitable young ladies. 'Such as I might visit when it was needful', she added.

'Alice and Mabel? Well, my dear Miss Markham I think that a capital idea! Alice certainly needs tuition in English grammar and goodness knows what else'.

'And Mabel needs tuition', replied Vanessa, wondering if he were of a cast of mind that might pick up her little message.

Mr. Partridge's expression did not alter, however, even though Vanessa's eyes passed thoughtfully across his own.

'I suppose she might, if you wish', said he.

'I shall teach them both the same things, but in Mabel's case at a slightly more advanced stage', came the words that Vanessa could not resist uttering, for a great mischief was in her now. 'Do you have a stable, may I ask?' she put in as if to change the conversation.

'Of course. You are in need of a new mount?'

'A woman always is', Vanessa answered artlessly, 'But no, not that, I was merely wondering whether or not you- what is the word? — have horses, stallions, at stud'.

This being a seemingly somewhat forward remark for a lady to utter, Mr. Partridge found himself surprised, though withal Vanessa retained a demure, downcast look.

'Do I offend you? Oh, perhaps I should go', Vanessa fluttered, 'but it was only because…'

'Yes?' Mr. Partridge leaned forward eagerly, disavowing immediately that which he had actually felt. 'No, my dear Miss Markham, of course you did not offend. You were about to say?'

'Oh!' With a coy cry Vanessa rose and covered her face, going to the window and turning her back upon him, whereat-telling himself that he felt concerned about her seeming confusion, Eric Partridge got up in turn and went to stand tentatively near to her.

'Yes? I am sure that you have some matter of interest to unfold', he murmured.

'Sir, I fear you will think me bold'.

'I will not, I promise you'.

With infinite daring, so it seemed to him, Eric placed a comforting hand on Vanessa's arm, this causing her to give him a thankful, shy smile.

"Well", she uttered doubtfully, 'I had an uncle who believed much in what he called Nature Studies. He had a fine stallion. I suppose one would call it a most vigourous steed. One day, being in my uncle's study for the purposes of education, I perceived in a field beyond a-dare I say? — a stallion with a mare. This caused me to blush, of course. My uncle, perceiving my confusion and seeing the direction of my gaze, emboldened me to continue observing that which he said was a call of Nature. The sight disturbed me much; a sense of moral confusion seized me. Even so his hand comforted me. It really comforted me', Vanessa said with a sigh of apparent reminiscence.

'Ah, yes', Eric responded with a distinct swallowing noise. Glancing down, he could not help but observe the exquisite rondeurs of the young woman's bottom which mirrored in part the thrusting of her bosom.-'Do you, er, believe that- er-Mabel…? Well, perhaps. I mean, I am not sure. Nature Studies, you say?'

His voice sounded strange even to himself.

'Such were they called, yes', Vanessa replied, feeling a fingertip touch her bulbing cheeks and making no motion to impede its uncertain progress as it passed from one half of her bottom to the other.

'I have a stallion', Eric uttered hoarsely, 'And if you feel, Miss Markham, that it would be advantageous… Well, that is to say…'

'I do', Vanessa replied softly, pushing her derriere out to the finger which had now been joined by a companion. Together they swept under the deeper curve of her lustrous arse which was veiled only by her dress and a chemise. 'But I have myself already received the appropriate tuition, and of course I could scarcely arrange such an educational spectacle without due assistance. No, perhaps it would have been better had I not spoken of it'.

'Were I to provide such…'

'That would be different, I suppose. We would be in private, after all. Would we?' Vanessa enquired, turning her face rather close to his. The pink tip of her tongue appeared between even white teeth.

'Ess… sss… sential', stammered he, 'but there are p… p… preparations, Miss Markham, of a kind…"

'That I will undertake. Shall we say four o'clock tomorrow? You will be able to observe, Mr. Partridge, how fruitful such lessons can be. I say observe, for it would be a trifle indiscreet to make your presence known to my pupil. Have we an understanding?'

'I believe we have, Miss Markham'.

'So do I-and how pleasant for us both. The entire feeling of it, I mean', Vanessa smiled, reaching behind her giving his fingers an encouraging little squeeze before removing them.

And thus, with a few further exchanges was a most unusual arrangement entered into, and one which Eric Partridge did not wholly believe in until it occurred, though the thought was enervating, to say the least and caused the maid who attended on Vanessa's departure to observe that the Master had a remarkable cockstand under his trousers.