The Education of Victoria (11 page)

I didn’t want to move but I needed to feel him in my hands, my mouth, my cunt. While he continued to administer to my bosom I groped around until my hands found his thighs. My fingers travelled upwards, caressing the soft skin and there, there was his dangling sac and the long, hard shaft. My touch made him pause in his work on my breasts and I took the opportunity to slide out from under him and crawl around between his kneeling legs. He had a wonderful small, firm pair of buttocks. Now it was my turn to devote my attention to a part of his anatomy. My hands slid over the smooth skin of his bottom and I kissed and licked and nibbled at it. Then I pushed the two cheeks apart and licked down the crack. He tensed as my tongue found his tight arsehole. I lingered there pressing my tongue into the crinkled hole. He gasped and groaned. I wondered if I could bring him to orgasm by just playing with his arse but decided to leave that experiment for another occasion. My tongue continued its journey onwards until I reached his testicles. I opened my mouth wide and sucked in first one then the other to chew and nibble. I released his balls and twisted around so that I was under his long, smooth rod. I licked along its length drawing more moans from the distance.

I reached his circumcised knob and circled it with my tongue before drawing the whole head into my mouth. While I had wanted to drink down the gondolier’s juice I wanted something more from this young man and he was perfectly ready to oblige. He crawled backwards, his cock slipping from my mouth and sliding wetly between my breasts, over my stomach and through the patch of hair guarding my fanny. I in turn licked up his abdomen and chest until my mouth found his. He moved his knees to between my own and gently but insistently pushed my legs apart. The tip of his cock knocked at the door and found it ajar. In a moment he had entered and was travelling up my tunnel until he could go no further. I flung my arms around his back and wrapped my legs around his thighs, opening my hips wider and driving him in another inch. It felt so good to feel him deep inside me. He paused then and kissed my eyebrows and began to thrust. Each drive brought a grunt from me and an answering push. We matched rhythms, moving in harmony. I had been on the verge of orgasm the moment he started sucking my breasts and now wave after wave of pleasure passed over and through me. All sense had gone, I was solely, joyfully, a cylinder for his piston. And now he was crying out, arching his back and in one last, deep drive, spewing his seed deep into my womb.

I must have fainted or fallen asleep then because I next remember waking to find myself in a huge, soft bed. I opened my eyes to find his looking at me. He was leaning over me, the moonlight giving a pale blue sheen to his white skin. We kissed and soon we were making love again, this time with me sitting astride him and riding him as if he were my mount on a long and satisfying hunt. And so the night passed with periods of exhausted sleep interspersed with bouts of energetic and glorious intercourse.

The sun falling directly on my eyes woke me and told me it was late in the morning. I moved my head.

‘Ah, you are awake.’ He was standing at the foot of the bed with a tray. ‘I have breakfast; are you ready for it?’ I discovered that I certainly was hungry and ate ravenously before once again turning my attention to him. The taste of me on his cock was a pleasant dessert to the meats and cheeses of the meal. Despite his exertions through the night, his manhood was ready for more excitement. I drew gasps of wonder and amazement when I swallowed his knob and shaft and buried my nose in his pubic hair. He quickly pumped his load straight into my stomach and I pulled back, delighted to have given him an unexpected thrill.

‘How do you do that?’

‘I don’t know. It’s just a skill I discovered I have.’

‘They didn’t teach it at that school of yours.’

‘Not that, but I have learned a lot of other things.’

‘The only thing I learned at my school was to keep out of the way of the older boys who wanted to shove their cocks up my arse.’ We laughed and chatted about life at his public school, childhood in his father’s new large house and his intention of following his father into the engineering business.

‘But first I have this grand tour to complete. Would you like to accompany me, Victoria?’ I was tempted but wondered what Madame would say. ‘We could return here before your vacation is complete so that you can travel back to your school,’ he continued. The thought was certainly exciting. Not only would I see more of the continent but I would have a cock to fuck on any occasion I wished.

We dressed and returned to the house where we were staying. Madame was at first doubtful but a generous donation to the school drawn on Gilbert’s bank convinced her. I went to my room to hurriedly pack my trunk but diverted to Natalie’s room first. She was lying on her bed relaxing after having had an exhausting night’s activity herself. She was disappointed that we would be apart for a couple of weeks but delighted with my brief description of Gilbert’s lovemaking.

Soon I was back at Gilbert’s hotel, on his bed and being fucked vigorously from behind. He told me that he had rowed while at Oxford and he was certainly an expert at using his thighs to drive his cock deep into my fanny. On each stroke he pulled out so that I felt his swollen knob between my lips then he drove in so that his balls crashed against my pubic bone and his shaft almost seemed to split me in two. Having come so much already it was some time before he approached orgasm but he did not tire, banging into me over and over again and driving me from one climax to another. Finally another spurt of semen sprayed my vagina and we sank into a heap amongst the luxurious bed linen.

The next day we took passage on a steamship to Rimini. We spent most of the journey in a tiny cabin. We lay together on the narrow bunk with his penis inside me. The rolling motion of the ship produced intriguing sensations as his cock rubbed against my canal. On land once again we set off for Florence, then on to Rome and Naples. At each famous city we spent two or three days idly admiring the treasures and ruins but really viewing each excursion as an interlude between sessions of energetic lovemaking in one sumptuous hotel suite after another. I got to know every part of his body and would spend hours kissing, licking and sucking on each square inch of skin. He quickly learned how my body responded to his touch and in particular how to wield his cock to bring me to extended and exhilarating climaxes.

On a hot afternoon in Naples we were lying naked on another vast bed.

‘Have you had enough of hotels and trains and works of art?’ he asked.

‘Mmm,’ I replied sucking on his cock.

‘And people,’ he continued, ‘everywhere, crowds. Natives, visitors, servants.’

I pulled his penis from my mouth and looked at him.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well, how about getting away from all this civilisation. Find a place where we can have a simple life. Just for a few days before you have to return to your headmistress.’

‘Just us. It sounds wonderful. But how, where?’ I caressed his shaft restoring its stiffness.

‘I will have to enquire, but first …’ He pushed me on to my back and lifted my ankles on to his shoulders. I laughed and pulled the lips of my fanny apart to aid his entry. He thrust in and we bounced merrily on the bed for several minutes before he pumped his semen into me.

He left me dozing while he pulled on some clothes and went out.

The door opening awoke me and I sat up to hear his news.

‘It is arranged.’

‘What, already?’ I couldn’t believe how quickly he had been.

‘Yes, luckily the hotel manager knows of someone with a home on one of the islands just off the mainland. A telegram confirmed that he has an empty house fit for habitation. He is now booking a fishing boat or something to carry us across. We can leave tomorrow morning.’

After the hustle and bustle of the cities, the island was like a very pleasant dream. Gilbert’s arrangements had indeed gone like a dream and we had been ferried across the calm, blue waters to an idyllic island straight out of the myths of Homer or Virgil. The small, lime-washed cottage nestled amongst olive trees a few yards from a small cove. Although a simple peasant’s home, it had a spring supplying a constant stream of water, and the owner supplied us with bread, olives, wine and other foodstuffs. There was a bed with a mattress and blankets and a fire to boil water. But most of all it was peaceful. There was no other habitation in sight and only the sound of seabirds and the waves on the shore.

We thanked the farmer for the use of his cart and his donkey for bringing us from the island’s tiny harbour and waved as they slowly disappeared from view. Gilbert hugged me and swung me round.

‘What do you want to do?’ he said.

‘Remove my clothes, run down to the beach and make love to you,’ I replied, already pulling off my heavy dress. Gilbert beat me in stripping his clothes off but in a very short time we were racing naked down the path to the sandy cove. Although the air was warm the sea was still cold so we did not spend long in the water. We spent the afternoon sprawled on the beach kissing, licking, sucking and fucking and I discovered the discomfort of getting sand in one’s fanny.

That afternoon established the pattern for the next few days. We lived like wild animals, naked during the days and huddled under the blankets when the nights turned cool, eating, sleeping and engaging in sexual intercourse. Gilbert’s body became as familiar to me as my own. I knew every vein and crease in his prick and balls and his fingers and tongue explored every fold of tissue in my sex. He learnt where to touch me to produce an instant orgasm and I taught him to hold his erection for hour after hour. I wondered whether I was in love with him but decided that it was too soon to decide. I certainly lusted after him, my desire insatiable for his body, for the feel of his cock in my hands, filling my mouth or sliding in and out of my fanny. His company was a pleasure but was that enough for love? I was not sure.

At last our final day arrived. Reluctantly we packed our luggage and for the first time since we arrived put our thick, restricting clothes on.

As we sat in the small fishing boat carrying us back to mainland Italy neither of us spoke at first. With our port in sight Gilbert looked into my eyes.

‘Thank you, Victoria. These few days together have been the best of my life. You have taught me so much.’

‘Thank you too. What will you do after we return to Venice? Will you continue your grand tour?’ We had not talked of ‘after’ at all and had only lived for the present.

‘Yes, I suppose, but very soon I must return to complete my university career. Then there is the work for father and marriage.’

‘Marriage?’ It had not occurred to me at all that Gilbert would be considering getting married.

‘Yes, my father is arranging for me to marry the daughter of one of his competitors. He intends that the two companies should merge when we complete the ceremony.’

‘And when will that be?’

‘August.’ There was suddenly a hole in my heart. I hadn’t considered marrying him myself but the thought of him with another woman saddened and sickened me.

We didn’t speak of the future again and the pleasure that his body gave me overcame the regret that I would soon lose it. We had several nights and days of fucking still as we travelled back to Venice and then I was at the door of the house waving goodbye as he sailed off in his gondola. I didn’t expect to see him again. I turned and entered the villa. Natalie bounded up to me.

‘Victoria, at last! Oh, do tell me, was it wonderful? Where have you been? What have you seen? Do you love him?’ She grabbed my arm and we walked upstairs to my room. She was already recounting her numerous liaisons.

Chapter 11
Victoria’s Nature Walk

I reached the top of the ridge and looked around. It felt as though I was on top of the world although in truth there were much higher alpine peaks on the horizon. With the sun shining out of a clear blue sky I was hot and my thighs were as sticky as if I was anticipating a large cock about to slide between them. My heart was thumping just like when I was astride one of the boys and riding his manhood. But here there was no sign of mankind and no men, just my friend Natalie, panting up the last few steps of the climb.

‘
Mon dieu
, Victoria, I am done. Your legs are longer than mine; I can’t keep up with you.’ I took her arm and helped her onto the flat rock that I was standing on.

‘I’m sorry, Natalie, but it’s worth it. Look around you. Isn’t it wonderful.’ The look on Natalie’s face told me that she wasn’t so sure.

‘Where is the school? I cannot see it,’ she said. The Venus School for Young Ladies was indeed out of sight beyond a lower ridge we had crossed some time ago. I pointed in the general direction of our home.

‘It’s over there.’

‘We have come a long way,’ Natalie said quite correctly. ‘Can we rest now?’

‘Yes, let’s just go down a little way and find somewhere out of the sun.’ I looked down the grass-covered slope dotted with the reds, blues and yellows of many varieties of mountain flowers. Down in the valley there were trees but here close to the ridge there were none. I did see a few small shrubs apparently surrounding a small dell. I pointed.

‘There, come on.’ I took Natalie’s hand and guided her down to what indeed turned out to be a hollow carpeted with thick grass. Natalie flopped down, relieved that the shrubs provided welcome shade. I sat beside her. Natalie wriggled in her cotton dress.

‘Why do we have to wear such thick clothes in the summer?’ she grumbled.

‘We don’t,’ I replied, untying the ribbon of my bonnet. I removed the hat and shook out my long hair.

‘What do you mean?’

I began to undo the buttons of my bodice. ‘There’s no one here to see us.’ I completed the unfastening and stood up to push the dress down to my feet. Natalie looked at me uncertainly but then made her mind up and began to copy my actions. I removed my laced ankle boots and slipped the stocking from my legs. Then I pulled down my petticoat. Natalie was rapidly catching me up and we assisted each other in unlacing our corsets. At last and a little nervously we sat naked side by side.

Although the direct sun had been hot, the air, high in the mountains in May, was still cool. A refreshing breeze carried the clanging of distant cowbells to us and brushed our bodies, quickly cooling us. Natalie lay back and spread her legs.

‘Ooh this is wonderful,’ she giggled, ‘I haven’t been naked outdoors since I was a young child.’

I rested on my side gazing at her white skin. Seeing her body I could not resist sliding my hand up her satin thigh. She turned towards me and my hand slipped between her legs. Her lips found my nipple. She began to suck and I could feel both my breasts swelling and my nipples hardening. My hand reached the top of her groin and my fingers slipped between her lips finding her moist crack.

‘What do we have here? Two shorn lambs?’ The thick, slow German words took me by surprise. I withdrew my hand and twisted to see the source of the voice. I gasped with surprise when I saw the wild face looking at us from above a shrub. Long dark hair sprang in all directions around a heavily bearded face. Natalie squealed and threw her arms around me.

He moved from behind the bush and I gasped again. The man was naked. His body and limbs were covered with fine dark hair but every bit of skin was tanned a bronze colour. Obviously he spent a lot of time exposing himself to the sun. He crouched in the entrance to our dell, grinning at us through the mask of facial hair, a leather bag hanging from his shoulder and a stick grasped in his hand. He had quite the longest flaccid penis I had ever seen. It stretched down between his legs, almost touching the ground and with it a sac of testicles dangling like those of a bull.

‘Who … who are you?’ I asked.

‘I am Wolfgang the herdsman,’ he replied.

‘But you are naked,’ I said pointlessly.

‘And so are you.’ He smiled and I could feel his eyes examining every part of my body and that of Natalie.

‘We were hot and tired,’ Natalie said as way of explanation. ‘We wanted to cool down.’

‘Most sensible,’ he agreed. ‘I imagine you are thirsty after your walk.’ He put down his stick, opened the satchel and took out a leather bottle. He pulled out the cork and offered it to me. I realised that I was very thirsty after our climb and gratefully gulped a mouthful of the cool clear liquid. I passed the bottle to Natalie and she too drank from it.

‘Thank you, sir. We appreciate your kindness. You said you were a herdsman. Where is your herd?’

‘Down in the valley, keeping cool amongst the trees. You can hear their bells.’ He sat down on the grass, crossing his legs.

‘They are your cattle?’

‘I look after them, and goats and sheep. They belong to the landowner.’

‘You live here?’ Natalie asked. She had unwrapped herself from me and was showing an interest in this wild character.

‘I have a wooden hut down by the river where I live throughout the year.’

‘On your own,’ I said on a hunch.

‘That’s right.’

‘Why do you wander the hills without clothes?’

‘Why not? In paradise Adam and Eve were naked and this is as good as paradise for me. I cannot bear woven fabrics rubbing my skin and, anyway, they get dirty and wear out. When my skin is grubby I dive into the river and wash it off.’

‘The mountain water must be cold.’

‘It is,’ he grinned. ‘Parts of me shrivel but it is refreshing.’

‘But what about winter?’ Natalie asked, sitting up with a light beginning to burn in her eyes. ‘Surely you cannot remain naked when it is cold and icy.’

‘I wrap myself in the skins and furs of the sheep and goats that I have slaughtered. But as soon as spring arrives I throw them off and spend the summer months free.’ He finished with an expansive wave of his arms and I admired the firm muscles of his torso.

‘How do you pass your time?’ Natalie went on.

‘I tend to my vegetable plot, bake bread with the flour the master brings for me and carve wood into stools and handles of tools.’

‘What do you do for companions?’ Natalie asked again.

‘I have my animals.’

‘And for pleasure?’ she whispered, leaning forward.

‘Ah, for that I have this.’ He stretched out his legs and stroked his long manhood. Immediately it stiffened, not growing in length considerably but thickening and standing erect. ‘I commit the sin of Onan, but Onan lived amongst his family and I have no one so I think perhaps God forgives me. I am never without it. It goes everywhere with me so morning, noon or night, wherever I may be, I can feel the pleasure of ejaculation.’ He continued to caress his member, pulling on his knob and stretching it. I wondered if it had grown so long because of his frequent attention.

‘But come,’ he said leaping to his feet, his balls waving from side to side, ‘you should not lie here getting cold. Gambol like lambs.’ He laughed and offered his hands to pull us both to our feet. He picked up his stick and waved it around catching Natalie on her thigh. She screeched and ran past him to the hillside. I followed with Wolfgang behind me flailing his stick. I tried to run but with bare feet on the rough ground and the steep slope I hobbled rather than ran. I stumbled and fell to my knees, putting my hands in front of me to prevent myself from tipping forward. Immediately his large, rough hands were on my buttocks gripping my hips and pressing forward so that I could not climb back on to my feet. My arms buckled and my shoulders went down, raising my fanny to his gaze. A knee pushed my thighs apart further, and then I felt that long snake-like penis questing between my lips. It slid up and down searching for my hole. He passed the gate, thrust open the door and rushed down the passageway. I groaned as he filled me to the hilt.

Still grasping my hips he slid in and out. The muscles of his thighs, made strong by the mountain walking, allowed him the leverage to almost exit my channel before driving in again. I greeted each thrust with a cry and a demand for more. It seemed that I encouraged him, for his reciprocations increased in frequency. His testicles banged against my pubic bone and I began to think that with all the masturbation he did he would not come in me. But then he too cried out and a great gush of fluid filled me.

His penis slid out from me and he fell backwards. I crawled around to face him and lowered my head to his dripping cock. I licked it, relishing the mixed taste of his semen and my juices that made it slick. I have to admit that he was fit, for in just a few minutes of my administrations his penis began to twitch and, instead of resting his head on the grass in a stupor, he was up on his elbows watching me as my mouth moved up and down his tool.

In a very short time he was erect and I was in two minds what to do with it.

‘It’s my turn now.’ Natalie’s demand took me by surprise. In my sexual daze I had completely forgotten her. She pushed me away from Wolfgang and climbed over him. She bent her knees and lowered her fanny towards his waving cock. She trapped it in her swollen lips then descended further. I watched avidly as the long penis disappeared up inside her vagina. He watched too, a look of wide-eyed awe on his face. I wondered with whom or what he had had sexual intercourse. He seemed so surprised by Natalie’s initiative that I concluded that he had never before had a woman ride him.

Now Natalie was using her own strong, if short, thighs to move up and down on his stiff rod. In my experience no man could take this for many minutes however soon after his previous orgasm. Sure enough, with Natalie crying out with pleasure, in a few moments more, Wolfgang groaned, stretched his legs, arched his back and shuddered. Natalie collapsed on top of him holding his softening penis in her fanny.

We limped back to the hollow with Wolfgang holding the two of us in his arms. We lay on the grass and hugged and caressed each other. I buried my face in his pubic hair. Because he lived naked and bathed frequently there was no staleness about his odour. I detected grass with a little wood smoke and cow. It was like having sex with the mountain itself.

After dozing for a time that I failed to measure, Wolfgang opened up his satchel again. As well as sharing the water, he took out a piece of rough bread, cheese and sausage and distributed it to us.

‘I must be away,’ he said looking up at the sky. ‘I should check my herd before nightfall.’ I was suddenly aware that the shadows were lengthening and the sun was no longer high in the sky.

‘Good heavens,’ I cried. ‘Evening is approaching and we are miles away from home.’

Natalie jumped to her feet searching for her clothes.

‘We’ll miss supper. Madame Thackeray will be furious.’ I too leapt up and tried to sort my clothes from the jumbled pile. We fumbled with each other’s corsets at last getting them fastened if not tightly laced. Wolfgang sat grinning as he watched us struggle into our dresses.

‘Which way do we go?’ Natalie appealed, pulling her bonnet over her head.

‘Oh, up to the ridge and then down again,’ I flustered, pushing my feet into my boots.

‘Calm, ladies,’ Wolfgang said. ‘I’ll guide you.’ He stood up, put his satchel over his shoulder, picked up his stick and took our hands.

It felt very strange climbing the hill with a naked man between us, but without his guidance I do not think we would have got on to our correct way. At the ridge he pointed out our path across the next valley and on to the ridge above the school. We set off. I looked back once and saw his silhouette above the ridge but when I looked again he had gone.

It was difficult climbing down and impossible to hurry. By the time we reached the track that took us back to the school, the sun had long since set behind the mountains and the sky was darkening. Eventually we walked up to the thick wooden door and hammered on it. After a few moments, Eric, one of the servant lads, opened the door.

‘There you are. Madame has been demanding to know where you were.’

We stepped into the hall as the door to Madame’s study opened. Madame emerged, a look of thunder on her face.

‘Victoria, Natalie. Come here at once. How dare you go wandering and miss supper. Into my study now!’ She shepherded us through the door and into her study bedroom. She picked up the crop which was in its accustomed position on her desk.

‘Remove your clothes,’ she commanded, ‘you will be punished for such wanton behaviour.’

For the second time that day we undid our ties and buttons and helped each other out of our corsets. Once again we stood naked, but this time our legs trembled with anticipation of Madame’s wrath.

‘Both of you. Bend over the stool.’ She pointed to the elephant-shaped stool which I had been bent over alone on a number of occasions, and we did as we were told. The curved shape of the padded leather back meant that Natalie and I slid together. I was able to bend over it with my toes still touching the floor but Natalie’s short legs left her dangling like a sack of potatoes.

I waited for the pain that I knew would come. There was a swish through the air, and my buttocks clenched but the blow fell on Natalie, not me. She yelped and jerked. The next one was for me. A stripe of fire burned across my left buttock and I too yelled. One after another the blows came, some on Natalie’s behind and some on mine. My mind was not on whether we were receiving a fair distribution of the blows. All I knew was that my buttocks were aflame and that between my sobs I could hear Natalie wailing. Madame paused, puffing slightly.

‘Now where have you been?’ she demanded.

‘I’m sorry Madame,’ I cried plaintively. ‘We went for a walk in the mountains and forgot the time.’

‘You silly girls. Don’t you know how dangerous the mountains can be? You may have fallen and injured yourselves. There are wild animals and there is the Goat Man.’

‘The Goat Man?’ Natalie and I said in unison.