looped up halfway to her thighs.
'No, Hughie-oh, you naughty boy, you must never, never; do you hear?'
Her wild look perhaps betrayed her, though it was concealed from Hugh in the dark of the bedroom, and then she was gone. Throwing herself upon her bed, she lay upon her back with her knees drawn up and began dreamily, passionately toying with her sticky-moist and longing slit while a bereft Hugh lay in a similar pose, bumping his hips with abandon and frigging himself in a maze of ecstastic dreams until his fervent sperm jetted into the air and formed pools upon the sheet between his legs.
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
