'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.