Anonymous - The Vicar's girl

A dizziness seized Vanessa then. Her kisses with males had been relatively infrequent and in some part forced when she was young. The meeting of her mouth with that of another young female, the slow twirling of tongues and the feeling of her tits bulging against another's filled her suddenly with an almost insensible desire. Passing her hands downwards, she began to caress Mary's tight young bottom, remembering vividly how the girl had felt and invaded her own. Her head hanging back, and the faint cloud of sherry emanating from her mouth quite intoxicating Vanessa, Mary moved her hips gently and encouragingly as-remaining

interlocked-her Mistress began to gather up the back of Mary's dress.

It was in that vital and passionate moment in Vanessa's life that a footfall was heard, whereupon Vanessa frantically recalled having left the front door unlatched.

'Are we at home?' came the booming voice of he whose visit she half feared.

Staggering apart and flushed of face, the two females stood frozen for a moment until Vanessa weakly answered, 'Yes, I am here', and thereupon giving Mary a little push which sent her towards the door of the drawing room wherein they stood.

'Excellent, excellent! I may enter?' was the rejoinder, the Vicar thereupon bumping into a flurried and excited Mary, and his eyes missing nothing of the look of disarray she had about her, to say nothing of the fact that the back of her skirt was hitched up revealingly to the backs of her knees.

Nor could he have missed the expression on Vanessa's face as he strode in upon her. Her lips were moist, he saw, and she had the pleasing look of a woman who has been indulging in something other than innocent activity.

'I believe we have to talk, my dear', he uttered, and in such tones that Vanessa guiltily suspected him of being able to see through walls.

'I d… did not expect you so soon', she stammered under his avuncular gaze.

'But even so you expected, did you not?'

'I'll make tea, ma'am, shall I?' came Mary's slightly frantic call from along the hall-she remaining cautiously out of sight.

It was Vanessa who should have replied, but the Vicar who did so, saying, 'No, not yet, for your Mistress and I will be conversing. Upstairs, I do believe', he added, taking the unresisting hand of Vanessa.

'I d… do not wish…', stammered she.

'Our wishes do not always come true. Some of the pleasant ones do so, though, Miss Markham', rejoined her visitor who to her relief kept his voice lowered upon those words. 'Come, Miss Markham, I have promised to attend upon you, have I not, and it shall not be said of me that I ever failed my word'.

The single, feeble 'But…' that fell then from Vanessa's lips being utterly ignored, she found herself being led up by the hand much as a child is taken to the dentist, and so indeed she felt. The closer that the bedroom, came, the more her tummy swirled with butterflies.

'It is as well if we are quiet, for your maid will otherwise hear. Do you have something to tell me? Did you have a good night? I trust you did. Remove your dress and drawers, please', the Vicar said in one flowing mode while closing the door and leaning against it.

'R… r… remove?' stammered Vanessa.

'And then bend over. I will instruct you in your stance since it is evidently new to you. Where is the… ah, yes, here beneath your pillow as I wished it to be. Obedience becomes you, Miss Markham. Now, hurry please, or I shall be forced to effect the removal of your attire myself and such further protestations as you would undoubtedly make would inevitably attract the attention of your attractive young domestic. Quite pretty, is she not? May I assist in unbuttoning the back of your dress. You have fine legs, you know. What a sin it is to hide them!'

'Oh God!' moaned Vanessa irreverently, causing him to frown and shake his head as he approached her slowly, she backing away until her bottom bumped against the front of her dressing table.

'Swiftly and surely, my dear, it is always the best way, and then we will see to you, eh?'

'No, no, I beg you no; it is a sin', Vanessa whimpered as quietly as she could, though spun about in the process and her buttons already being unshecked one by one until her dress fell away at the top and both could see the milky looming of her breasts above the neckline of her petticoat. Swaying, Vanessa felt herself being stripped slowly, even to the removal of her sheer undergarment and-to her seemingly undying shame-the gentle lowering of her drawers out of which he forced her to step before turning her about to face him, whereat Vanessa defensively crossed her forearms over her titties.

'There is no haste, you know', the Vicar said gently, 'No haste at all. In due course you will take pleasure in being unveiled thus for you have magnificent tits, a fine arse and superb legs. As for your cunny-let me see it properly, woman-open your legs!'

'Aahh!' came then from Vanessa, for in speaking he slapped first one thigh and then the other, bringing a flare of pink up to the surface of the creamy flesh that she felt such shame to surrender to his eyes. Her fine long legs shifting mutinously but an inch apart, her thighs then received another and much sharper smack which caused her to choke down a squeal of dismay and edge her feet outwards yet another inch. Her proud titties wobbled, their tips already a little fiery with unbidden desire as the Vicar well saw, though their arousal had been rather from her embrace with Mary than from the exposure to which she now was put, attired only in her shoes and gartered stockings.

As his fingers passed gently about her, so Vanessa bit her lower lip, flushing much and staring past him into space. First he lifted each of her breasts, savouring its weight and resilience and passing his thumb several times across each nipple until it had erected itself fully and stuck out like a proud brown cone.

With an insensate quiver, though remaining cautiously still as possible while ever under the rim of her gaze she could see the waiting tawse lying lax upon the bed, she felt his hands glide around her hips. The heel of his right hand then brushed her bush, making her jerk, but at that he placed the left one against the back of her neck and slipped seeking fingers under her plump, hairy slit.

'You will come on heat a little even before I strap this magnificent arse of yours. It is as well you should', the Vicar murmured thickly. Finding the rolled lips beneath her Venus mount, he parted them, felt the nub of Vanessa's clitoris and the emergent oiliness that he most sought in an unclothed female.

'Please, no!' Vanessa whimpered, though rather to herself, as it seemed, than to him.

'A dozen good strokes to start you off, my dear, and then we shall see. Obedience well becomes a young woman of your stature and figure, as you will surely come to understand'.

His fingers worked still, slowly but surely, bringing a choked-back moan from her that told him well her condition, for such fragrant moisture as normally exuded from her cunt on having it caressed had now begun to increase, and a distinct grinding of her teeth was heard.

'Come… bend… bend… legs apart'.

Vanessa heard the scattered words, though not those in-between-rather as one hears fragments of conversation through a door. Her legs were tottering and her cunnylips were already ridged with desire as the bed seemed to come to her rather than she to it. Hands guided her and her hands flopped forward to support herself. And had she known- could she but have known-what she was to learn from this bizarre event, Vanessa might well have offered a better posture than she did: 'Your legs straight and apart, your bottom out-thrust and your back dipped, Miss Markham', the Vicar had need several times to instruct her.

'How-wer!' Vanessa gasped as the first stroke of the leather came, coursing fierily across her lustrous bumcheeks and causing her hips to roll so voluptuously that the Vicar deftly and quickly unbuttoned his trouser flap and-unseen by her-brought his monstrous tool to light and to a state of perfect readiness.