Precisely at that moment, Sally sprayed her own pleasure again which so stung and teased his crest that Percival immediately produced his foaming jets that splashed about her open cunny everywhere, his eyes half closing as he did, then slid within again and spouted his last jets.
Catching the tottering girl as the Vicar finally unsaddled himself, Vanessa drew Sally up and cuddled her.
'You are a good girl', she said simply, and Sally blushed and hid her face while Vanessa soothed her quivering bottom cheeks.
Chapter Ten
The sight of the Vicar's diary had offered up to Vanessa even greater possibilities along the paths to pleasure, and these she made plain as soon as Sally had departed clutching a sovereign.
The Vicar listened to her bemused, pensive but not displeased, for in his turn the prospects of collaboration with this remarkable young woman were growing on him.
'Mabel Partridge has tendencies we may well encourage, but as to Alice I prefer to deal with her myself, having already made her close acquaintance', said she with the certainty of one who knows she can tell a story or two and get away with it. 'As to other young girls-such as my brother teaches, I may favour you with some of them'.
'Will you, indeed', he had replied at first, whereat Vanessa had trailed a finger up and down his trouser front.
'You must not forget that I am in possession of some of your secrets now. What a pity if some were to be discovered and you unfrocked! We must not allow that to happen, must we? Follow my whims, my dear, and I will in great part help to cloak our pleasurable activities. From the look in your eyes when Sally was lapping my cunny with her tongue afterwards, that was the first time you had seen two females in congress together. With my help you may see many more. Would you not like to?' she asked beguilingly.
'Let me have you', rejoined he hoarsely, gathering up her skirts anew. Not many minutes had passed since Vanessa had stood with straddled thighs, hands on hips, bared to her belly while Sally had knelt between her legs and licked her slit until Vanessa's eyelashes had quivered and she had spilled over the girl's tongue.
'Are you ready again so soon? I do not wonder that you have a reputation for it', Vanessa teased. While he cupped her quim, she responsively handled his great horny charger which was throbbing anew.
'Lie down and I will show you'.
'But how conventional, Vicar! Pray let us do something different. Come'.
'What…?' began the surprised cleric, finding himself being led forward by his stiff charger-a simple exercise that Vanessa practised on Reggie now and which she enjoyed.
'Against the wall, my dear. How deliciously common and wicked! Wait, let me pull my dress right up. Push your trousers down or the buttons will rub me. Indeed, take your jacket off.
Lured and impelled by this curious whim on her part, the Vicar found himself obeying. Reaching up on tiptoe and with legs well spread and knees bent a little, Vanessa turned her face sideways with one cheek against the wall much as she had begun to fancy watching another young woman doing. Groping blindly down even while the Vicar fumbled for entry into her well-bushed nest, she hissed 'Wait!' and guided his knob within her slit.
'Slowly! I want you to imagine that you are training Mabel Partridge', Vanessa murmured while he amourously licked around her neck. The word 'perform' came into her mind then. Reggie performed at her desire now; other males might have to.-'You are performing on her, do you understand?'
'Yes', responded the cleric, easing his meaty rod up into the velvety, clenching aperture, causing Vanessa's stockinged legs to strain deliciously.
'Perhaps she may struggle', husked the Vicar, entering well into the spirit of the game.
'She may. We must devise methods. Oooh, yes-that is VERY NICE! Are you-mmmmmm! — right in?'
'Now-yes-ah! — to my balls, Miss Markham. I can feel your curls rubbing mine. Did your Papa never tickle them for you?'
'Perhaps. You do not need to know. His prick was as big as yours, I know, for I felt it through his trousers several times. I saw him-oooh! go on! — f… fuck his married sister once when both were in their cups. Mama watched them upon the floor, bumping and moaning, but it was too quick. I know not if they often did it thus. I peeped and saw and ran away. Mama encouraged them, I think, but only when tipsy, do you understand?'
'Such delights are frequent hereabouts, my dear. Ah, you wish to struggle, do you?' the Vicar asked as Vanessa pushed her hands against his chest.
'It is naughty, don't! Oh, you bad man! Take it out!'
'No, my girl, you have to be spermed frequently, do you not? Hold your legs wider or I'll smack them both', the Vicar growled, pinning Vanessa's shoulders to the wall.
'Yoo-hooo! I'll tell Mama, I will!'
'She has the benefit of several cocks already, my pet; you have no need to, though if you wish to entertain her then you may tell her how well you wriggled your bottom. Come now, girl, push down on to my prick as you shortly must for others, too'.
'Whooo!' moaned Vanessa realistically, though in truth as much excited by her multifarious thoughts as by the pistoning of his prick in her slit. Like all women, she had a whim sometimes to be mastered by the male, if only in a temporary manner, and the fierce pressing of her shoulders to the wall while her cunny swallowed up the shunting movements of his throbbing pego added to her pleasures.- 'What you do-oooh-ing!' she whined, continuing the little play.
'Preparing to lubricate your nest with my abundant sperm-that which will leap up from my balls and flood your cunt, my sweet. Is this truly the first time you have had it creamed?'
'Of course it is, you naughty man-whooo-ow! Ah, you are making me feel strange!'
'Hah! You are sprinkling!' chanted the Vicar as he felt the fine spurts of salty rain trickling down his prick. Swaying her hips from side to side, Vanessa rolled her eyes and moaned. His words came to her in a blur of sound, her belly melting, sensations of both fire and ice causing her to jerk agitatedly and hiss out her pleasure.
'Fuck me, you brute! Sperm me-do me! Ah yes-ah!'
The Vicar's hands fell from Vanessa's shoulders as the moment of extreme bliss overcame him. Instead, he cupped her rumptious, fleshy bottom cheeks, drawing them apart and so holding them spread as the first thick lava of his spermaceous eruption spurted up within her clinging maw.
'I-am-sperming you, girl! Do you like it?' he growled.
'Oh yes, yes, oh yes-give me more-more! Hah! I can feel it all-how thick, how warm, how creamy-MORE! Oh my goodness, I want it now!'
Quivering, shuddering and making small animal noises, the pair came together, spouting and sprinkling in fervent unison until the last drops were expended and Vanessa could feel a little trickling down inside her thighs. Disdaining all the while the Vicar's attempts to kiss her, she finally felt his thick slug withdraw from her spermy nest, the knob brushing the pouting lips before it fell away. For an infinitesimal moment Vanessa clasped the cleric's shoulders and dug her nails into them, but then she urged him back from her.
'That, I believe, you enjoyed, my dear', said the Vicar with undue pride while his slackening penis drooped its head.
'There was pleasure', Vanessa replied more briefly than he would have wished and, with a sigh, began to ruffle down her dress, conscious that she could now find pleasure on the pricks of three males already if she included Hugh in the count. Thus her first meeting with Margaret a week later, when Vanessa was officially invited to take tea, proved more potentially profitable for the latter than the former. Present at table, though not for overlong, was Mr. Eric Partridge himself who to his surprise-since he had abjured amourous activities for some time-found the magnetic gaze, the lustrous lips and the challenging bosom of Vanessa unduly interesting, much as he tried to conceal that from himself.