Both grunted, both breathed heavily-both emitted little moans. A soft sluicing sound was to be heard in the otherwise quiet drawing room, together with a slight creaking of the sofa-back at every throbbing thrust. And such small sounds-devoid of intervening voices-were as music to the Vicar's ears.
Even so, after several minutes of this lubricious exercise, and upon feeling himself about to explode his spermaceous offering, the Vicar asked pantingly, 'Have you come, Mildred?'
'Hoooo, Percy!'
'Have you, Mildred-have you?'
'Yes!'
'Good, my sweet, then let us see if we can come, and come rejoicingly together, for I am about to fill your cunt at last.'
'P… P… P!' came stutteringly from Mildred who was in truth shamefully lost to all but desire.
'Work your arse, for I shall fuck you frequently hereafter, Mildred'.
A low cry broke from Mildred, for the very crudity of his utterance stirred her to an even madder excitement. Sprinkling ardently, she at the same time felt the first inward rush of a long, thick stream of sperm from her brother's prick inundating the clinging interior of her cunt. Her bottom squirmed wildly in delighted response.
'Oh, Percy, yes-more! More!'
'What a superb fuck you are, Mildred. We should long ago have done this. My heavens, how much I am shooting up you… aaaaah!'
With that heartfelt cry, the Vicar spurted and jetted on, laving her sleek, interior walls with his juices until with flaring nostrils and quivering legs he uttered up his last and remained with his pulsing shaft buried full in her, gritting his teeth in delight as Mildred remained now passively responsive to his will.
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
'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
'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
'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.
