The Vicar's girl

Chapter Nine

At the first, Margaret had not listened overmuch to Mabel's account of how they had met a 'very nice lady' who, it appeared, had recently moved into the district. Upon giving the matter more cogitation, however, it began to occur to her that such an acquaintanceship would be a fine way of getting some of the young people out of the house more often. The following morning, therefore, she evinced more interest in Vanessa and learned that her age was 'perhaps'-so Mabel said-about twenty-seven or so.

'How pleasant it will be for all of us to know her, then', Margaret remarked, much to the secret pleasure of Mabel who thereupon, with her aunt's accord, wrote a pleasant little note to Vanessa inviting her to come to tea.

Vanessa did not fail to respond in a like manner, though meanwhile she had had other things to do, having elicited from her now submissive brother almost all that had transpired in his conversation with the Vicar. Thus she knew of the imminent visit of an otherwise unknown girl, young Sally, to the Vicarage and with due aplomb made her appearance there a short while before the new supplicant was due to arrive.

Being utterly delighted to see her after the unexpected rebuff he had received upon meeting Vanessa in the lane, the Vicar showed such caution as he felt was necessary and permitted the conversation to flow from her rather than from himself. Alarmingly at first he thus began to understand that his beautiful visitor knew far more than he had ever hoped she would and indeed had appeared to have become quite transformed.

'How old is the girl who is to visit you tonight in preparation-as I understand it-for her confirmation?' Vanessa asked after the polite preliminaries had been exchanged.

'Sixteen, my dear', replied the cleric who from her calm demeanour saw no point in beating about the bush. As he spoke, so Vanessa laid down her glass of welcoming sherry and waved away his attempt to refill it.

'It may be that we shall come to an understanding', she said to his amazement, though this he concealed and asked warily, 'In what way, my dear?'

'In such a way as will benefit us both. Did I not act out my own part with you admirably?' Vanessa lied glibly, and then continued, 'You will thus be aware that I can play many parts. You have a penchant for young girls. It is common among men-less so among women, but there are other females such as myself who have what may be called…'

'Dual tastes?' put in the Vicar politely, and received a nod that was more grateful than he could have known.

'Precisely. Your housekeeper, whom I have just briefly met, is no doubt a splendid woman, but perhaps does not possess the finesse that I could bring to certain occasions. In permitting you such as I may concerning my own person, I require the return of favours from yourself. That is to say', Vanessa said, looking most earnest as she leaned upon his desk, 'There are occasions when I shall assist you. Such as with Sally'.

'Ah… Yes', came the response. 'The dear child is due at any minute, of course'.

'Quite. I shall stay in that case. Will you prepare her here-upon the couch, perhaps?'

'If you would find it convenient'.

Percy smiled broadly for the first time, rose and encircled the desk and drew Vanessa up into his arms, fondling her bottom with both hands-she permitting this for but half a minute before pushing them away.

'Later perhaps. She will no doubt be virginal, in which case…'

'My dear Miss Markham-permit me to interrupt, if I may. Sally is from a poor family whose accommodation permits of little privacy. Brothers and sisters must necessarily sleep in the same small rooms in such cottage abodes. She may already have done a little cock-fiddling-if I dare call it such-or have been drawn to it. The pubescent delights of such young girls frequently permit them to be mounted in the dark. Why, I have heard of girls whose fathers…'

'Oh, really, Vicar!' Vanessa interjected, turning her back upon him and a slight flush coming into her neck.

'Do I offend you? In view of our mutual desires, do I offend you? Let us speak plainly, Miss Markham. The parental cock is frequently the first to spout within their cun-nies or their bottoms'.

'But how can the girls enjoy such?' came Vanessa's softly-put question, for she was inwardly all a-quiver to know the nature of his reply. His hands then soothed her hips while she kept her back to him.

'There is petulance at first-sometimes, my dear. It depends much upon the nature of the girl and whether she has been handled first and drawn to the idea. I know of a lordly gentleman hereabouts-one with a considerable estate-who caused a mare and a stallion from his stables to be brought into a field which could be closely seen from a rear bedroom window of the house'.

'Yes? To what effect and to what purpose?' asked Vanessa chokily for she could also feel that the Vicar's penis had stiffened and was pressing ardently against her bumptious rear cheeks through their clothing.

'To a delightful purpose and an appropriate effect, my dear. First he caused the elder of his daughters to observe the scene. As the stallions's great penis rose and while the mare waited patiently, so the girl would have turned away, saying that she had other things to do'.

'By which she meant she could not bring herself to watch but also could not bring herself to say so'.

'Exactly, Miss Markham. Even so she was gentry stayed from moving and with much confusion, wonder and blushing watched the insertion of the giant Priapus into the waiting mare who-being on heat-did not start away. A fascination in the scene began to take the dear girl and indeed so much so that she apparently failed to notice that her Papa's hand had begun caressing her bottom'.

'Which she was also too embarrassed or shy to refuse'.

'Your sensitivity is remarkable, my dear. Inch by inch her dress was drawn up at the back until her thighs and knickered bottom were exposed to the licentious roaming of fingers such as could not fail to arouse her. Giving way to a sensation of swooning, she allowed her head to sink upon his shoulder. While both continued observing the lusty combat, so her drawers were slowly loosed and commenced descending to her ankles'.

'She dry-mouthed and open-eyed with wonder, I imagine', Vanessa said thickly and kept her own head hung, as if coyly.

'You imagine well. This silent play continuing, the girl was brought slowly and submissively to bend more and thereby to rest her elbows upon the windowsill. A single smack upon her nether cheeks provided the authoritative command for her to remain thus still.'

'And then-and then…' Vanessa's voice was all but breathless.

'Thereupon, of course, her sire moved to her rear and produced his own prick, telling her at the same time to watch and that-as he quaintly put it-what she was observing was a particular call of Nature of which all had need. This being said, and her legs parted as much as her fallen drawers would allow, he entered his penis slowly up into her cunt and proceeded to plough her slowly'.

'I wonder if she cried'. This time Vanessa produced a pensive tone.

'Upon watching and experiencing such? To the contrary, my dear, she became slowly and passionately responsive, he causing her nether cheeks to smack against his belly with every inward surging of his proud penis until both were blind with pleasure and seeking only the delicious outcome of their mutual spillings'.

'How wickedly crude!' With deliberation, but some effort, Vanessa drew her own bottom away from the pulsing she could feel through his trouser cloth and went herself to the window and gazed out pensively upon the rural scene through the panes of leaded glass. 'How do you know this? Do gentlemen talk so of their most private conquests?'

'I trust they would not. Damned ungentlemanly, if you will forgive the term. No, Miss Markham, I learned all from the young lady herself. Having been twice spermed by her sire thereafter, she entered such a period of recalcitrance as some young ladies are wont to do. Hence I-being merely told that she needed guidance-received her here and strapped her soundly several times. I am pleased to say…'

'Oh, you have no need to go on. I understand such things. I, too, have heard of them. It is useful for me to know how broad your knowledge is', Vanessa uttered simply, though indeed so many things were new to her. But all was buzzing in her busy head and sending her such signals as she needed then.

Sounds then coming from the hall, and the arrival of Sally being indicated, Vanessa removed her broad-brimmed hat and gloves. Putting them to one side, she seated herself sedately, picking up the first book her hands could find.

Had the Vicar not had to prepare himself for the opening of the door, he might have nastily taken it from her hands. For though bound in leather and having ribs upon the spine, as Vanessa immediately perceived, this was no printed tome but the cleric's diary. To her own amusement she was thus able to peruse a number of pages quickly in the moments that followed. For it suited Vanessa's mood to remain quiet and seemingly unconcerned upon the entry of Sally into the study. Not bothering to listen to the Vicar's rumblings to the girl, whose slim and nubile figure Vanessa quickly and pleasurably took in, she continued idly thumbing pages until a few names met her eyes which made her start.

Must bear in mind-Vanessa read in the Vicar's neat hand-two excellent young parishioners, Alice and Mabel Partridge, offspring of Mr. Eric Partridge whose propriety and standing in the community cannot be in doubt. Attendance must surely be needed, however, on these two winsome girls. Mabel has already been confirmed-though not by me and not in the manner most suitable to her charms. Alice must surely be almost ready for such and will otherwise, I fear, remain neglected in this respect. Particular discretion to be called for. Much thought to be given to the matter. Young Alice is decidedly toothsome and needs to have her bottom put up without too much delay. Such as I have seen of Mabel in the pew would indicate to me a roguish side to her nature such as may indicate the possibility of having the pair together. The older might help to monitor the pleasures of the other in due course.

Vanessa could not help but smile at the temerity of the entry, and of others similar to it. With a sigh that the Vicar could not help but notice, she placed the diary to one side and attended to what was happening.

He had by then risen and stood over Sally, placing his hands on her svelte young hips.

'We must assure ourselves first that you have been a good girl', he declared which Vanessa decided to take as her cue for she thereupon uttered Sally's name, bringing the girl to turn shyly to her.

'Come here, dear', murmured Vanessa with a charming smile and while extending her hand. Clasping the tentatively offered one that Sally fluttered, Vanessa drew her to her side and, from the comfort of her chair, ringed her waist.

'Really, Sally, what the good Vicar meant to say is that it is not so much a question of being good, but of being obedient. After all, it is rather dull being good ALL the time, is it not? Really I quite hate to be', Vanessa said confidentially, and this bringing a pleased smile to Sally's lips.

'Well, mostly, Miss, I am good'.

'Mostly, but not always, eh? Well, dear, that is the best of ways to tread, for we do not want everyone to know our business, do we?'

Thereat even more pleasure evinced itself in the young girl's expression, for it is undoubtedly true that females have a greater penchant for saying such than males, and Sally could hardly believe that a real lady was being so friendly and so sympathetic to her. Indeed, so closely did this feeling cling to her that she appeared either not to notice or not to fret too much as the hand that had been about her waist moved slowly and began gathering up the back of her simple cotton dress.

'Firstly, you have to have a little examination, you know. Were you told of such?'

'Father said as I was to obey the Vicar in all respects, Miss'.

'Precisely, dear, in ALL, and your obedience shall be duly rewarded. I warrant that you can always do with some new drawers, can you not?' Vanessa asked. Being convinced that a girl of Sally's station would probably not possess any, she cast her hand up without further delay beneath the thin dress and found, as she expected, a naked apple of a bottom, pert and warm. Therewith she brought Sally round more to the front of her chair and with a gay laugh so drew upon her with her own legs clipped together that the girl fell upon them and so straddled her, causing her head to rest on Vanessa's shoulder.

'Oh, Miss, what are you…?'

'Shush, dear, it is but part of your examination', Vanessa replied, bringing a tickling finger under the soft, furry slit she found between Sally's thighs and being able at the same time to gaze over the girl's shoulder at the wondering and excited cleric who was already displaying a huge bulge in his trousers but fortunately remained motionless, as she wished him to.

'Kissing is nice, Sally. Do you like kissing? Let me feel how you kiss. Do you use your tongue? I hope you do'.

All this being said in one breath as if to prevent any exclamations from the young supplicant, Vanessa then turned Sally's head and brought her lips to mesh with hers while gently agitating her finger until Sally's breath puffed excitedly into Vanessa's mouth.

'You do, oh you do, and so do I. Extend your tongue more into my mouth', Vanessa husked, feeling the cream-iness of the girl's tight honeypot increasing every moment while her briefly emerging finger glistened under the seeking eyes of the Vicar who stood in readiness before her and thus had a splendid view of Sally's tight young derriere which Vanessa lifted up for him. Happily feeling her tongue smeared with the girl's saliva, she again brought Sally's head tight into her shoulder, saying, 'It is nice. Isn't it nice?' and therewith ruffling up the cotton dress the more until- gathering a petticoat with it-she was able to bare not only Sally's hips and waist but her firmly-jellied titties as well. Drawing back her elbows so that she could cup them in her hands, Vanessa thus held the girl while the Vicar bared his doughty tool.

'Oh, Miss!' sobbed Sally in excitement and wonder, for the shuffling sounds she could hear behind her were not entirely unknown in nature to her, and at the next moment her hips were taken by the cleric who so lifted her that Sally was forced to throw her arms about Vanessa's neck and cling to her much like a child to its mother.-'NOOO!' came her gasp as the ruddy helmet of the hugely stiff penis intruded between her pouting lovelips and rode its way slowly twixt the clinging walls.

'Yes, Sally, for the Vicar is but examining your font of desire with his sceptre. Let it go in-right in'.

'Gooo!' Sally choked, for the throbbing staff was even bigger than the one she had already received several times while lying on her straw pallet at home. Its menacing thickness and length invaded her with such due care as Percival always lent to his devotions with young girls. A little nervous jerking of Sally's hips then sufficed to lodge him home securely until his big balls hung beneath her curls.

At that, Sally's fingernails dug into Vanessa's neck, but the young woman did not mind. The sight of a rearing penis delighted her now as did the slightly strained expression on the male's face-whoever he might be-as he went about his pleasure.

'Hah! I can't!' Sally sobbed-even though she was.

One hand of Vanessa's prevented the girl's head from rising from its niche between her shoulder and her neck. Delicately reaching down Sally's back with the other and finally brushing the Vicar's glistening pestle in the process, Vanessa brought the tip of one finger to bear delicately against Sally's rosehole which she commenced to rub slowly around the puckered rim.

Until Vanessa had witnessed what she had of Margaret and her nephews, Vanessa had not considered-nor even dreamed of-the possibility whereby the male organ might enter up into such an even more intimate aperture. It was surely too tight, she thought, as many untutored young females do. Yet she had witnessed it and clearly Mabel's aunt had much enjoyed the wicked deed. Experimentally then, Vanessa carefully inserted her fingertip, bringing Sally to moan and wriggle the more.

The Vicar meanwhile was slowly pistoning his tool back and forth in the deliciously lubricated channel which Sally haplessly afforded him. Had he had the girl on his own, he would have strapped or caned her first, but opportunities to engage two females at once came rarely and his eyes burned into Vanessa's the while that, despite her inner excitation, she regarded him more cooly.

It was enough for her at the moment-now that Sally's cunny was receiving a plunger-that her finger was easily able now to insert itself deeper up the girl's bottom with no more than seemingly agreeable whimpers emanating from her. Sally's bottomhole tightened like a baby's mouth about her finger and seemed to draw upon it and encourage it, the which enchanted Vanessa for she knew then more about it all.

'Draw her back, but hold it in. I wish to get out of the chair', Vanessa announced suddenly, this bringing a wail from Sally who tried to enfold her neck more tightly.

'No, Sally, you must learn, my pet', Vanessa admonished her softly and loosed the girl's arms while the Vicar lodged himself in deep and pulled her back so that she floundered with her arms and then-as Vanessa eased up-found her forearms pressed upon the seat.

'Fuck her! Fuck her slowly and thoroughly, Vicar', Vanessa uttered, standing with legs akimbo, hands on her hips and her eyes flashing. That she was in command she had no doubt, for the pair were in the middle of a flight of Venus and could not bring themselves to stop.

A snorting of delight broke from the Vicar who then caused the young girl's bottom to smack more vigourously into him while his penis pistoned back and forth and bubbling sounds emerged from Sally's mouth.

That she could observe without even toying with herself pleased Vanessa. The emergence and re-entry of the throbbing fleshly rod fascinated her as did the mouthing of Sally's cuntlips around the flashing stem.

'Faster now, a little faster now', Vanessa ordained.

'Of course, my dear. The girl is in great need of it. I shall sluice her channel in a minute, anyway', the Vicar grunted, being both amused and bemused to find himself under instruction.

'Pull your cock out and let me see it spout right at the mouth of her cunny, then', Vanessa said without thought, though much delighted with herself. The whim seemingly pleased the Vicar, too, for after half a dozen lusty thrusts he withdrew his steaming weapon to the brink, letting it emerge beyond so that the swollen knob just touched the lovelips of the girl.

Precisely at that moment, Sally sprayed her own pleasure again which so stung and teased his crest that Percival immediately produced his foaming jets that splashed about her open cunny everywhere, his eyes half closing as he did, then slid within again and spouted his last jets.

Catching the tottering girl as the Vicar finally unsaddled himself, Vanessa drew Sally up and cuddled her.

'You are a good girl', she said simply, and Sally blushed and hid her face while Vanessa soothed her quivering bottom cheeks.