The Vicar's girl

Chapter Eleven

'Up her bottom first. That's where she ought to have it first', Mary opined when Vanessa told her what had passed.

'Do you think so?' Vanessa asked doubtfully, and still wondered at the fact that she could defer to this unlettered younger girl.

'Well, I had it like that. It's mastering, you see. There's two kinds of Riding Master, ma'am: one as teaches you to ride an 'orse and the other wot first rides you and gets his prick up your bum. Well-it's rude to say it, I know, but that's true. A girl should be first taken from the back. They say that if you are started off that way, it's best. It teaches you sub… sub something, I was told'.

'Submission, Mary, yes'.

'Not that we believe in that now with men, do we?' Mary asked doggedly.

'Well, perhaps no-but sometimes, sometimes Mary. I believe you to be right, though. In this instance, at the least I would not counsel it for every girl', Vanessa said with utter seriousness.

'Well, no, nor would I', averred Mary who saw advantage in finally agreeing with her Mistress on everything. 'A nice little furry cunny can take the prick just as well', she added.

'Yes, dear, of course. But I am only going to give her teasers at first. Still, it will be nice to have a finger up her bottom. She really has a nice plump one, and very firm'.

'Who you going to put her to?' Mary's question came with an excited little squeak, but Vanessa merely shook her head and said, 'I shall have to see'. It would not do to tell Mary everything.

Upon her arrival the next day at the Partridge mansion, Vanessa was pleased to find that all save the Master of the house and the elder of his two daughters were absent. This not being a matter she wished to enquire about-though admiring his unexpected resolution-Vanessa took every opportunity in Mabel's bedroom to excite her senses, fondling and kissing her and speaking of the 'delightful episode' in the summerhouse in sparkling tones.

'Oh, but we should not have done it', declared Mabel in a thoroughly unconvincing manner.

'To the contrary, my pet, you should frequently do it. Why, goodness me, I am going to give you a Nature Study lesson this afternoon that will quite turn your senses. Come!'

'But this is Papa's room!' uttered the young girl in bewilderment as she was led therein.

'We are only going to look out of the window, Mabel, and I wish you to tell me what you see', Vanessa said, taking her thereto where both could kneel up on a cushioned windowseat.

'Just horses', uttered Mabel in a doubtful tone, but then her expression changed as she saw below one of the stable hands massaging the long, huge penis of the stallion while another held the mare's bridle.

'Yes, Mabel?' asked Vanessa.

'Well-oh! — he is…'

'He is handling the stallion's prick, darling, though it should really be a task for a female. See how he rubs it while it grows ever larger, and how patiently the mare is waiting for her pleasure. In a moment it will be put in her. Now, Mabel, where is the stallion's prick going?'

'Oh! Oh, I am not sure! It looks like…', said Mabel, pressing her nose to the glass.

'It may be in her bottom, dear, or in her cunny, for both give equal pleasure. Let me feel yours, Mabel-both of them-please? Mmm, it's so nice, isn't it? What a tight rosehole you have, just like mine', Vanessa murmured having drawn up Mabel's skirt at the back to uncover her gleaming bum and to finger between the ripe cheeks.-'Oh, look, Mabel-it's going right in!'

Vanessa affected a gasp upon those last words of hers to cover up the feet that her fingertip had invaded the very aperture of which she had spoken.

'Hooo-wer!' Mabel choked as she experienced the invasion.

'Yes, it's nice-really nice', came from Vanessa who could feel Mabel's untried bumhole squeezing valiantly around her digit as if trying to expel it. 'Relax, Mabel-this is what our lesson today is about. Can you see it going right up and moving back and forth? Can you?'

'I f… f… feel funny!' Mabel moaned as Vanessa's digit began to work similarly.

'Try to be quiet, for you are going to feel nice. Open your legs more, dear. There, that's good. Shall I play with your cunny at the same time? You want me to, don't you?'

'Dooo-oooh!'

'Yes, I knew you did, darling. Keep watching, Mabel, for soon enough you are going to have the same, my sweet. There, there-no, don't close your knees, I want them well apart, please! Oh, what a lovely furry pussy. Is it feeling tingly?'

'Yeh-ehhssss!'

'And your bottom, dear?'

'It feels funny!'

'Nice, though, too? There, you see, my finger goes right up, Mabel, and so does my other one in your cunny, and you're going to come in a minute, aren't you? Tell me that you are'.

'I…I…I…'

'Yes, Mabel?'

'I am g… g… going to come! Goooo!'

'Work your bottom, darling, work it, I tell you-back and forth. There's a good girl. Oh, don't you do it well! Oh, you clever girl! Wouldn't you like a big prick up you now-wouldn't you?'

Vanessa's words and actions were too much for the girl whose bottom indeed wriggled visibly while her head drooped on to her companion's shoulder. Incoherent cries came from her as she began to spill her lubricious juices which the dual fingering extracted from her. Moans of pleasure issued from her mouth. Her chin slipped and had to be lifted by Vanessa who then turned Mabel's face so that their lips touched.

'Tell me, Mabel', Vanessa whispered.

'I want to', choked Mabel, bubbling saliva against Va-nessa's mouth.

'Want to what, darling? Tell Vanessa'.

'Have big prick', moaned the girl and then her tongue slipped into Vanessa's mouth and her breath hissed within and Vanessa felt her cunny-finger being sprayed anew.

'There's a good girl, now. Lie down and rest and think of nice and naughty things for you are going to have lots of them. Especially what you said you want-big pricks', Vanessa was saying cunningly some time later while a dazed Mabel stirred and rolled on her bed, seeming to hear all but saying nothing. Hearing Vanessa ask, 'You heard what I said, Mabel?' she nodded and murmured something incomprehensible. Her soft warm palm grasped Vanessa's for a moment and then slipped away.

'Want to', Mabel whispered as if to herself and did not appear to hear her companion's soft departure back to the parental bedroom where a much flushed and excited Mr. Partridge emerged from the adjoining dressing room.

'You approve of my methods, I trust', Vanessa said before he could speak, then with a laugh she reached down to fondle the swollen crest that was peeping up from an unbuttoned gap in his trousers. 'It would appear that you do, Mr. Partridge. A fine display indeed-but what, pray, are you going to do with it?'

'My dear Miss Markham', he uttered hoarsely, endeavouring to embrace her, but Vanessa stepped back.

'You intend it for me, Mr. Partridge? Surely not! There is one here in greater need than I, or will you be so bold as to deny it?'

'My dear, but she is…'

'Do you deny it, Mr. Partridge?'

'Rub it a little more, I beg you!'

'I asked you, do you deny it? What a bottom she has, has she not? But really, sir, you are throbbing overmuch and I fear a premature spilling. I must take my hand away, I fear. Unless you answer my question, that is.'

'Yeh-ess! Ah! Oh, my goodness!' gasped he, for therewith Vanessa removed her luring fingers and left his poker standing stiffly up and in full view of her.

'You have not seen Mabel's lovely bottom before?'

With a teasing laugh, Vanessa moved away.

'Why, goodness me, no-of course not!'

'Of course not? It would seem to me that you, too, are in need of Nature Study lessons. Is the poor girl to remain bereft? Will you not put your poker where she is most in need of it?'

At that, Mr. Partridge's face appeared so flushed and haggard with desires that Vanessa took pity upon him and once again grasped his rearing member. Thus keeping him anxiously but hopefully secured, she retreated back to the bed, released his pego and threw up her skirts, saying, 'Come!'

'Ah, yes', croaked Eric who immediately fell upon her and delved his crest into her slit which excitement alone had oiled in readiness.

'Call me Mabel', murmured Vanessa, straining her back at the delicious sensation.

'Mmmm… M… Mabel!'

'Say you are fucking her'.

'I am f… f… fucking you, Mabel. Ah, my dear, what a lustrous, clinging cunt you have! What a bottom!'

'Hooo! Do it! Cork me, do it, come in me! Do you want to be so naughty as to put it up my bottom, too?'

'Do you wish it-do you? AH!'

'Yes, oh yes, right up between my…oooh! Dear naughty Papa, I can feel you throbbing so much in me- work it faster. I am coming, too-I am'.

'My treasure, my delight, angel of sweetness! Ah, I cannot hold it back!'

What lapping of tongues ensued, and what hot wrigglings of Vanessa's bottom as his thick, gruelly jets began! Delighted at the abundance of his effervescent surrender and, realising that he had for long kept himself in purdah and hence would make a useful, if mature, stallion, Vanessa slewed her sucking cunny back and forth along his manly tool until she had extracted the last and most feeble pulsings of his sperm.

Both clung to each other for a long moment of lubricious churnings of their hips until a quiet fell and Mr. Partridge's head fell upon her shoulder. Her neck being tickled by his kisses, she giggled much as she believed Mabel might do. Then, turning her face away from him as if a fit of sudden coyness had overtaken her, she whispered, 'Mabel wants it soon again, Papa'.

'Yes, my sweet, and you shall have it', came the dreamy reply while he felt his cock still tingling agreeably between the silken walls that clasped it so possessively.

'Which is how. it shall be', was Vanessa's soft reply, and he having no cause then to think she might be wrong.