Anonymous - The Vicar's girl

'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!'