The Vicar's girl

Chapter Fifteen

'There were no objections, then? Oh, I am glad of that', Margaret murmured. Relaxed in a cane chair upon the lawn, her face protected from the afternoon glare by a pretty sunshade of pink with a deep, white frill, she turned her face towards Vanessa as she spoke.

'None. In fact it might be said that I am giving every encouragement to advance the girls. In such ways as I think fit, that is. The boys will be neglected. That is the shame of it. Unless… but then of course you do not have time'.

'Time? Unless? What is your intention, my dear?'

Thus asked Margaret who felt a pleasant fluttering of anticipation in her as she spoke, for it seemed to her that Vanessa was offering her the very opportunity she desired.

'Why, Margaret-may I call you that? — were you to have time to educate the boys in such a manner as I think best fit for them, what pleasure you would incur in so teaching that which is so seldom taught! A comely woman-one so fine in aspect as youself-would surely know much joy, much fulfilment of the spirit, in being attended to by three rapidly-growing young males who in all respects will thus broaden their education immensely, and with such due homage as I believe they should devote to you. What a lovely mouth you have! Do you mind my saying that?'

'What a strange way of talking you have! I have never met the like! What… what manner of education do you think I should give them?'

'Have I not said? That which approaches most closely to the heart of pleasure. Writing, reading, or arithmetic? Why no, for anyone can teach that. There are more seminal matters which require to be disclosed to them. Do you understand, Margaret?'

'A little, but I am not sure'.

As sure as your tongue now passes quickly across your lips are you sure, Vanessa thought to herself, but allowed no expression of revealment to enter her face.

'How delicately can I put it, Margaret? Young men are frequently to be found making solitary offerings to Venus, and that I deem a great waste, do you not? They should not be left to languish thus. How cruel! A good female teacher will best decide for them when and how such votive offerings-liquid and warm in form-may best be expended, for they are bound to be and will otherwise be wasted on the empty air. Did not the Bard say, 'Gather ye rosebuds while ye may?' and may we not gather other than such? Indeed, we may more fruitfully do so, for it is never in and out of season, is perpetual in its rising, virile and responsive to one's will'.

'Really! How you make me blush!' responded Margaret, doing nothing of the sort.

'Insofar as your dear brother-in-law and nieces have no interest in such matters, you will be denying no one else that which you should rightly receive'

'Sh… should I? Do you think?'

Margaret's voice quavered but her eyes were filled with hope.

'I have a great admiration for you, Margaret. I shall protect your secrecy, your privacy. The girls will be in my care, the boys in yours. That which is not spoken of need not be known about'.

'Yes, but Hughie…'

'I make no exceptions, my dear; why should you? Is he to be left to languish? Would you really have it so? Would your conscience not prick you?'

'P… prick?' answered Margaret involuntarily, since the word was very close to her heart.

'Precisely, dear. I will guard you from interruptions- provided of course that you let me know when your schoolings are to be. Otherwise I shall be helpless to assist and heaven knows what might befall. Tomorrow morning, shall we say, at eleven? I would love to assist sometimes, you know'.

'But…!'

The faint squeak that emanated from Margaret was lost in the balmy air as, with that, Vanessa rose quickly and swept, skirt rustling, into the house. One must know when to arrive and when to depart in Vanessa's new-found philosophy, and besides, she had something quite important to do and had Mabel waiting in her room.

Before attending on her pupil, however, Vanessa retired to a guest room that had been allotted to her for her 'rest periods' and there girded herself with an object that many English ladies would have deemed curious and shocking in the extreme, but which some lovely Parisiennes would have deemed a necessity.

Reggie it was who had been despatched to London to obtain it, he protesting much that he would never dare seek or ask for such a thing. As was ever the case now, however, he had been given no leeway in the matter and had returned after two days with a foolish and wondering grin on his face that he had succeeded in purchasing the same in the purlieus of the City's Holywell Street which lies close (as some may know) to Kingsway and the east end of the Strand.

It was quite perfect, Vanessa thought, fondling it and then lowering her dress. Entering Mabel's room, she found the slightly apprehensive but also equally excited maiden awaiting her entry and her teachings.

'You are enjoying yourself, Mabel, in my care?' Vanessa asked, locking the door.

Mabel swallowed and nodded. Recalling what she had been told to do by her new tutor, she had already removed her dress and underclothes and wore but a wrap, her sole coverings being a pair of pink silk stockings and pretty black bootees, the both of which items were new.

A perfect thrill of excitement went through Vanessa as the flushed Mabel rose and stood uncertainly, hands limp by her sides. The young woman's eyes feasted on the girl's curves which the semi-transparent folds revealed even to the dark and admirably thick fuzz of curls below her belly.

Her breasts, fully-rounded and well-lifted, displayed through the gauze the brown nipples that seemed to so appeal for a kiss, a touch, that Vanessa immediately threw one arm around the desirous maiden and slipped her hand among the folds until her fingers were able to cup and fondle the resilient titties in turn, this causing Mabel to sigh and rest her cheek upon Vanessa's shoulder.

'Why, you beauty, how well I am going to have you fucked', murmured Vanessa, 'You know that now, do you not?'

Her face suffused, Mabel nodded. Her tits being exquisitely sensitive, they swelled to the first lingering touches of those tapering fingers which floated over the peaked crests until Mabel scarcely felt able to breathe.

'It can be anyone you wish, my dear, but at first it must be someone in the household. We do not want strangers, interventions, discoveries, do we?'

So speaking, Vanessa cast the filmy robe from Mabel's shoulders so that it floated to the ground, leaving her like a young Venus arising from the foam of the crumpled garment. And therewith also, Vanessa knelt, running her hands down the insides of the girl's thighs in order to open them. This Mabel did awkwardly, shuffling her feet uneasily as her stockinged limbs were made to form a wide vee. The skin inside of the tops of her thighs was deliciously warm and silky and Vanessa kissed the pearly surfaces, causing Mabel to quiver in anticipation.

'Good girl-show in equal measure both timidity and eagerness to obey, as you are now doing'.

'Oooh-wah!' came involuntarily from Mabel then, for with her tongue protruding fully, Vanessa swirled the tip up between the rolled lips of the maiden's honeypot in one long sweep that brought a heady scent to her, compounded of saltiness and muskiness. Hissing softly through her nostrils as the lower part of her belly curved into Vanessa's nose, Mabel endeavoured valiantly to speak.-'But, Miss, in the house there are only…'

'Be quiet, Mabel, for it shall be thus and must be thus. Another lick? Would you like another long lick?'

'Hooo! Yes!'

'Naughtiness becomes you, Mabel. You will learn to stick your bottom out to whomever I deem to be cock-worthy of your magnificent bottom and your lovely cunt. You see, you are becoming juicy already at the very thought of it'.

'Hmmmmmm!' Mabel hummed, for Vanessa's tongue was now lapping her slowly and rhythmically, each sweep concluding with a lingering venture around the bud of her clitoris which had perked up just like a small penis. The oiliness exuding from her cunny increased and therewith Vanessa's hand reached around to part the plump, springy cheeks of Mabel's pert derriere and hold them so as widely as she could.-'Gloooo!' Mabel choked. Her legs were wobbling already and Vanessa knew by many tiny signs that the girl was already on heat and ready to ejaculate her sprinkling pearls, but she wished as yet to keep her on the brink, and now was the moment when a girl was most malleable.

Giving one long final swirl and twirl of her salty tongue, Vanessa rose quickly, planted her fuming lips on Mabel's open ones, caressed her hard-nippled titties anew and said briskly, 'On the bed, my darling, as I have taught you-on hands and knees, bottom up and back well dipped. Legs apart, Miss! Offer up!'

Swaying and floundering, Mabel obeyed, causing the bedsprings to tinkle as she turned and so positioned herself until Vanessa could see both her pinky-brown bumhole and the plump showing of her curl-shrouded quim.

'Thus, dear, good-an excellent posture-STAY!' commanded Vanessa, running one hand tenderly over the lush areas of Mabel's bottom and feeling under to her pulsing slit. So stroking and feeling, Vanessa kept her thus for a full two minutes, sometimes questing a hand under Mabel's pendant tits while the girl's splendidly-curved hips wriggled impatiently.

'It may be Hugh the first time, Mabel. Would you like that? No, dear, do not lift your head. Just tell me', Vanessa uttered, running a teasing finger around the puckered rim of Mabel's nether aperture.

'D… d… don't mind', Mabel mumbled.

'Quietness is essential, darling, at the first. The young female is put to the male, as you soon shall be. His cock may furrow between the cheeks of your adorable-quite adorable! — bottom, or may plough slowly up inside your delicious cunny. You may moan, you may wriggle, you may even utter a gasp or two, but I want no loud cries from you or I shall immediately bring you under the cane and then let him work you. In due course, Mabel, you will yourself seduce the male, but it is under my tutelage at first that your cunny and your bottom must be thoroughly worked until you are completely receptive to receiving the male stem and its glorious juices. It will lodge itself very slowly at first, Mabel, I do promise you. Like this. Be still now. Bottom poised, please!'

'Oooh!' Mabel gasped incautiously (albeit not too loudly), for at that Vanessa mounted immediately behind her and, throwing up her skirts, displayed that which Reggie had brought back from London in a small valise-to wit, a dildo.

Such are often said to be of a 'monstrous' size, and indeed many a lady can accept such in her eager maw. Having some sensitivity in the matter, however, Vanessa had so instructed her brother that the imitation, velvet-covered penis which pronged up from her belly (being, of course, held by broad straps) was of moderate girth-indeed almost thin-nish-and some nine inches in length. The head thereof was perfectly formed of gutta-percha, as was the stem, and had been moulded with loving care to resemble the real object as perfectly as possible.

Upon feeling the probing crest at her already love-moistened bumhole, Mabel squeaked, but a cautioning hand passed lightly over her mouth and there remained, if not smothering then quietening the burbling sounds that were emitted from between her pretty lips as the invader made its careful path upwards between her bulbous cheeks.

'Pmfffff! Nooo!' Mabel whimpered, this bringing from Vanessa-who had by then already smoothly entered some three inches into the narrow channel-a coaxing but stern,

'Yes, Mabel! Push your bottom back now gently. Come, girl, you are taking it'.

As Vanessa well expected her to, Mabel endeavoured to shake her head, for the sensation of something going up where normally something only came out was strange in the extreme. Its entry made her feel breathless. Small snorting sounds came from her which Vanessa thoroughly enjoyed for she felt as if she were breaking in a young filly- as was indeed the case. Having had Mary operate the dildo with her, Vanessa now knew precisely how it felt and how important each little movement of the invader was on its first excursion between virgin bumcheeks.

'Now, darling, you are taking cock', Vanessa husked. Gripping the fronts of Mabel's thighs, she slewed the dildo slowly within, half inch by half inch, until with a gurgling cry from the girl it was fully entered and Mabel's hot bum came to bulge into her teacher's belly.-'There, dear, there, keep still now; the sensations will fill you with exquisite pleasure in a moment-and in a moment I want you to ease your hips forward so that the prick comes halfway out and then to push back again until you have it once more right up you'.

'It hurts me!' whimpered Mabel, her forehead nesting upon her pillow.

'It does nothing of the sort, Mabel. It is simply a new feeling', responded Vanessa, affording the buried shaft a small movement back and forth, this bringing a soft gasp of surprise from Mabel that so much could accommodate itself up her lovely bottom.-'Show willing now, Mabel. Turn your neck and offer me your tongue, my sweet', said Vanessa bending full over her and keeping the dildo buried to the full.

'Oooh-woooh!' gurgled Mabel as she obeyed, but it was a baby-sound and already intimated that a little pleasure was stealing into her. Her pussy was literally bubbling and ready to spurt and her bottom cheeks felt open as they never had before. Palming her breasts passionately, Vanessa absorbed the girl's tongue and sucked upon it lasciviously while their warm breaths flowed together.

'You are being buggered-sodomised, dear-is it not nice? Does it not make your lovely bottom feel tingly and nice? There! Ah! Good girl, you are moving it a little! Oh, splendid, yes', moaned Vanessa against Mabel's pulpy lips while their tongues swirled and the girl's stiff nipples protruded between Vanessa's fingers.

Her head swimming, Mabel spurted deliriously over the palm which now couched itself under her pulsing nest. Broken murmurs of delight issued from her. The sleek velvet of the outer sheath of the dildo now worked her more easily. Her bottomhole stung just a little-a faint, peppery feeling-but it was nice, nicer… oh, nicer.

'You will have your first sperming tonight, Mabel. Like this, like this', Vanessa uttered chokily. It was really too soon, too soon, but Mabel was spurting, sprinkling in abundance again-a salty rain upon Vanessa's fingers-and the moment could not be riper. Reaching back under herself, Vanessa squeezed the two large, imitation testicles that already held the warm milk she had filled them with.

'Zeee-eeee!' gasped Mabel then, feeling a warm, thick spurting into her-indeed so deeply into her that it seemed to fill the whole of her tummy. And then came another and another and as Vanessa came upright again and shafted her vigourously so another flood came and Mabel's head moved in small circles of delight and wonder over her pillow, her face sheened with moisture and the love-ridged lips of her fucking-pot emitting more of her essences.

Murmuring softly to herself, Vanessa came in turn and then rammed the dildo right up between Mabel's chubby cheeks and squirted the last of the milk.

'Whooof!' came from Mabel and therewith almost an hysterical giggle which spoke volumes for the pleasure she had sustained. Unyielding, the stiff pego long remained in her until her last squirmings had ceased. As it finally sucked out, leaving the rosehole of her bottom pouting open, so both sighed and collapsed and Mabel cuddled herself into Vanessa's arms.

'You will be obedient henceforth, Mabel'.

'Yeth' was that maiden's shy, whispered reply. Their lips met softly and Vanessa stroked her face.

In every way, she thought, Mabel might yet prove to be a model pupil.