The Education of Victoria (6 page)

At last all three of us stood naked and panting with the effort. Albert’s magnificent cock was at once ready for business and he looked from Natalie to me with open-mouthed longing.

I jumped onto the bed and lay on my back with my head right at the edge of the mattress. I bent my head backwards and I looked at Natalie and Albert upside down.

‘Come, Albert,’ I said and then opened my mouth wide hoping that he would realise my intention. He took a few steps and stood behind my head. Because the bed was high and Albert short, the tip of his penis just rested on my forehead.

Natalie squealed, ‘I must see what you do.’ She too jumped on the bed and lay on her stomach by my side, her face close enough to mine to kiss me on the cheek.

‘Forward,’ I urged Albert. He shuffled forward a few inches and now his long penis rested against my nose and mouth and I was staring at his testicles in their hairy bag. I bent my neck further and reached out with my tongue. It touched his knob, which quivered with excitement.

‘Natalie, help Albert guide his cock into my mouth,’ I said, then opened my mouth wide. Albert was already eager to do what I wished and placed the tip between my lips. I knew that at the angle at which I was lying my gullet was in direct line with my mouth. What I hoped for soon happened. Feeling my lips around his cock gave Albert the signal to thrust but he retained enough sensibility to control his forward movement so that the knob slowly slid down my throat. I couldn’t breathe and the tool filled me completely but in the last few weeks I had learnt not to gag at all when I took a penis into me. Albert stopped when my nose touched his scrotum. He withdrew a little way and then thrust gently once more.

‘Oh, la, la,’ Natalie cried. ‘You have all of him!’

Unable to breathe I began to feel sense leaving me, but Albert had but a few more moments and thrusts before he erupted. I felt the hot fluid shoot through my breast and then he withdrew. I rolled over gasping and panting for breath. I recovered quickly enough and licked the last drops of Albert’s semen from my lips. I felt elated and proud that I had taken all his formidable length but regretted that I had not been able to savour all his ejaculate.

I sat up on the bed, still breathing hard, and beamed at Albert and Natalie. Albert had stepped back into the shadows muttering ‘
Mein gott
’ over and over again. Natalie was wide-eyed with amazement.

‘I do not know how you do that, Victoria. It would not be possible for me.’ I smiled, very satisfied with myself. I was pleased to find that I had a skill that I could use to surprise and pleasure the boys.

Albert, apparently recovered from his adventure, came to the bed. He whistled softly and made signs that seemed to signify that he had found the experience pleasurable.

‘I eat you now,’ he said and pushed at my shoulders. I fell backwards and he immediately pushed on my knees. I found myself sprawled on my back with my legs apart and Albert staring at my sex.

‘You first, then her,’ he said gesturing to Natalie; then he ducked his head between my thighs. I gasped as his tongue quickly found my clitoris and licked down my crack. After the excitement of the evening and my recent exploits it did not take long before he had me cooing and moaning. Once before Albert had brought me to ecstasy by sucking my fanny and delving deep inside me with his long tongue and now I was tuned to his touch. A charge of animal electricity vibrated my abdomen and reverberated up my spine to make my scalp shiver.

Natalie sat by my head and I was aware that her hand was between her legs, but all else was a blur as Albert brought me to the peak of pleasure and held me there for moments that felt like days. I screamed and stretched my limbs and finally collapsed in exhaustion.

Albert moved immediately on to Natalie, pushing her on to her back and burrowing between her legs. In no time she was kicking her feet, waving her arms and yelping with delight. As I regained my breath once more I watched his head bobbing up and down between her thighs. He knelt with his legs spread apart and as his buttocks moved his sac swung from side to side. I could not resist crawling towards him and cupping my hand around the bulging bag. He paused in making his meal of Natalie’s fanny and then resumed. I massaged his balls and watched in fascination as his penis grew once more to its full length. While continuing to finger his testicles with my left hand I reached between his legs with my right arm and slid my hand up and down his shaft.

Natalie was fast approaching her climax and Albert worked ever more urgently at her as I milked his member. All at once Natalie cried out and almost leapt into the air. At the same moment, Albert tensed and a gobbet of semen gushed out of his cock onto my hand. I withdrew it from between his leg and licked my fingers hungrily, enjoying Albert’s unique flavour.

We finally lay alongside each other on the bed, sleepy, happy and replete. I reflected that it may be some weeks before I would again achieve such heights of pleasure. I knew that during the vacation I would be impatient to return to share the joys of our bodies with my friends.

Chapter 6
Victoria’s Christmas Vacation

It was a bright but bitterly cold day for the start of the Christmas vacation. The snow which was deep around the Venus School for Young Ladies had a crisp coating and our breath froze on our lips. I put on two slips under my dress to help keep me warm, and my thickest woollen hose. From daylight, horse-drawn sleighs drew up to take my schoolfellows down to the valley. At last it was the turn of Beatrice and me. The men loaded our trunks onto the back of the sleigh and then bid farewell to us. Albert came up to me and said in his broken English, ‘I wait for you, come back.’ His sadness at my departure was not surprising. For the next few weeks neither I nor the other girls would be administering to his magnificent manhood and he would have to use his own hands to take his pleasure. Beatrice and I stepped aboard and wrapped furs around us before we set off and waved to Madame Thackeray as we moved off down the hillside. We held each other tight because despite our furs and extra clothes we both felt the cold but as a result of our layers I could not feel any part of Bea’s body through the layers of cloth.

We transferred to a coach, which was a little less cold, once we reached the end of the snow. At last we arrived at the railway station. Porters transferred our luggage while Bea and I hastened to our carriage.

‘That’s better,’ Bea sighed, relaxing on the padded seat in the relatively warm compartment. I sat next to her and looked out of the window as we began the long train journey back across the countries of Europe to our homes.

‘Well, how do you feel after a term at the Venus School?’ Bea asked cheekily.

‘Everything that happened is like a distant dream,’ I replied. ‘I’ve felt more excitement and pleasure, and pain, in the last three months than in all the rest of my life.’

‘You’ve learned a few things,’ Bea chuckled, ‘and found out a lot about what men like.’

‘And women.’

‘Of course.’

‘What about your plans, Bea? Do you think you will find a man suitable?’

‘I’m changing my mind concerning that, Victoria. What I have learned this term has given me fresh ideas. I don’t think I want a life where I have to make do with just one person sharing my bed. Just think how boring that would be. You know yourself how much fun we have with the boys at school.’

I thought about my experiences with Albert, Eric, Hermann and the others. I could see and feel the different sizes and shapes of their cocks and almost taste their semen on my tongue. I understood what Bea was saying. Perhaps one husband would be unexciting.

‘So, what are you going to do, Bea.’

‘I’m not sure yet, but I hope that Madame Hulot can help.’

Apart from cookery lessons I had not been taught by Madame Hulot, but I knew that she gave lessons to the older girls.

‘What has Madame Hulot been teaching you?’

‘Ah, that I cannot say. You must wait until it is your turn next autumn. You still have a great deal to learn this year.’ It seemed to me that I had learned a lot but as we had not yet engaged in intercourse with the young men, Beatrice was obviously correct.

We continued to chat in between eating and sleeping while the train rattled and rumbled across Germany and France. We reached Calais and had to wait for some hours for a crossing because of stormy weather. The journey across the Channel was indeed vexing but at last we reached Dover. Bea left me to catch a train to Brighton and I sent a telegram to Father to let him know that I was nearly in London.

When I stepped off the train, Father was there to welcome me. He gave me a sedate kiss on my cheek and almost smiled. In the cab back to our town house in Kensington he asked after me and how my studies had progressed. I replied, quite truthfully, that I had found them quite stimulating. We did not converse much more as I was feeling very tired after my long journey so I was quite relieved to finally reach my bed.

The next few weeks were frankly a bore. Each day Father left me at home alone with the servants while he went about his affairs. In the evenings we either ate dinner alone or entertained his guests, usually men he did business with. Sometimes they brought their wives but they were much older than me and haughty. My father had not remarried since my mother died ten years ago so I was expected to act as hostess. I impressed Father with my new knowledge of cuisine and table decoration but my attempts at conversation with our guests about the political situation or art drew little response other than admiration for the efforts of my teachers.

I really was missing the fun I had with Beatrice, Natalie and the boys. I longed to feel a penis in my hand or in my mouth, and a finger in my crotch. I even felt a desire for Madame Thackeray’s whip across my buttocks. Anything to relieve the tedium of the days in that house. I took to locking my bedroom door, throwing off my clothes and lying on my bed or on the carpet beside the fire, playing with my own fanny. I wished I had been able to bring the lovely glass phallus that Madame had loaned us but I had to make do with twisting my clit between a finger and thumb while I pushed the fingers of my other hand up my crack. I writhed in an agony of pleasure as I strived to reach the peak, and wondered if I was going to be denied the release I sought. Nevertheless I usually managed to achieve success and bring myself to a climax. I did have to stifle my usual cries however. After one occasion when I had forgotten myself a maid came knocking on the door asking if I was unwell. I nearly flung the door open to drag her in and ravish her.

My other disappointment was that Bill wasn’t there. I dared not mention his name to Father but I gathered from the groom, a man as old as my father, that Bill was still employed in the stables at our house in the country. I counted off the days until I would be able to see him.

At last Christmas Eve arrived and my father completed his business. Late in the afternoon we set off by train to Reading where we were collected by our own carriage and taken the last few miles to the estate where I had grown up. The evening was taken up by festivities. Carol singers came from the village and, having entertained us, were given mince pies and mulled wine. Father joined in the singing with half a heart. He did not seem pleased that it was Christmas and businesses would be closed for a day or two. I was delighted of course. Many of the villagers I had known since I was a child and they told me all the gossip in return for answering questions about my schooling.

I was quite exhausted when I finally got to my bed but I was determined to be up early on Christmas morning. It was still dark when I wrapped a dressing gown around my nightdress and tiptoed down to the stable yard. I took care not to be seen by the servants in the kitchen who were already preparing the Christmas feast. The air was cold outside and the cobbles were wet and slippery but I hurried into the stables. There were boxes for the horses nearest the entrance. The horses’ heads followed me when I passed by and looked on as I reached the area of the barn where hay was stored. There I saw Bill turning the hay with a fork. He wore a cap and scarf tied around his neck, a leather jerkin and brown corduroy trousers with heavy boots on his feet and he looked just the same as I had been remembering during all my time away from home. The barn was warmer than the outside because of all the animals but still his breath produced wisps of steam.

‘Bill,’ I whispered. He turned and looked at me with surprise.

‘Victoria, what are you doing here?’ I went and stood in front of him, smelling the horses and the hay on his clothes and skin.

‘To see you, Bill. I’ve been waiting for months for this chance to come.’

‘But your father …’

‘In bed. We have a little time before he starts moving. Aren’t you pleased to see me?’

‘Yes, of course, but after your father discovered us last time, he made life difficult for me. I thought he would dismiss me. Keeping me away from the city was bad enough.’

I stepped closer to him so that I could smell his sweat and he could feel my warmth.

‘It has been a long time. Time for me to think about what you wanted back in the summer.’

‘What I wanted?’ For some reason Bill seemed to have a poor memory of an event that had had such an effect on my life. If Father hadn’t discovered us together I would not have been sent away to complete my education. I would never have gone to the Venus School for Young Ladies, or the Venice School as Father persisted in calling it – I didn’t bother to correct him – and I would never have discovered how to please Bill.

‘Yes, Bill. First you kissed me on the lips.’ I leaned my head forward and stood on tiptoes so that I could place my lips on his. He breathed out gently and the warm, moist air entered my mouth. Still he did not move. ‘Then you placed your hand on my bosom.’ I took hold of his hand and placed it on my left breast. Instinctively he gripped it lightly. The touch after so many days without contact was exquisite and I felt my nipple harden and my heart beat faster. ‘Then I felt a swelling between your legs. It’s happening again now.’ His cheeks flushed but I did indeed feel his cock grow inside his trousers and press against my pelvis.

Before he could respond I knelt at his feet and began to undo the buttons that held his breeches up. The garment quickly dropped to his ankles.

‘Victoria! What are you doing?’ he said in a hoarse whisper.

‘Shh,’ I replied and continued my business. He was wearing an elderly pair of long johns which I soon unbuttoned and tugged down. His manhood sprang to attention once it was released and like a signpost directed itself towards me. I grasped the shaft in my right hand and pulled back the foreskin to reveal the shiny purple head. His balls fit into my cupped left hand and I felt the hard nuts moving in the hairy sac as I gently massaged them. I rubbed my right thumb against the underside of the knob and instantly his thighs trembled and a moan crept from his lips. I smiled to myself. All Madame Thackeray’s teaching had trained me to be able to extend his pleasure and not let him come too soon – but I wanted to see him in ecstasy.

Seeing and holding his tool gave me a warm feeling at the core of my abdomen. I could feel my clit throbbing and a slickness between my legs. My heart beat faster in my bosom.

I stretched out my tongue and touched the end of Bill’s penis. Not only did it look like a ripe plum but the skin also had the texture of a plum. He moaned again with pleasure. I licked all around the hot swollen head, squeezing the shaft so that the hole at the tip gaped open. Bill seemed to be trying to say something but it got lost in his groans. Now I took the end of his penis into my mouth and closed my lips around the shaft. I sucked and moved my hand in rhythm. I knew it would not be long now and I was quite unable to slow down and extend our mutual rapture. My desire was fulfilled when, with a stifled cry, he came and his semen gushed into my mouth like the milk from a cow’s udder. I swallowed every last drop, savouring its flavour. Then at last as his penis shrivelled I released him and sat back on my thighs. I looked at him swaying, almost insensible.

‘There, Bill. Is that what you wanted?’ I got to my feet, ‘I must go now before Father awakens. Merry Christmas,’ I kissed him on the cheek and ran off leaving him still standing with his trousers and underwear lying at his feet.

I got through the day merrily after my morning’s exertions. The memory of his cock in my hand and semen on my tongue sustained me through the day of feasting and tedious games. I was relieved when at last I was able to retire and go to my room alone, but I wanted more. I presumed that Bill would still be in the stables, bedding down the horses or some such chore so I got up and again covered my nightdress with my dressing gown. I took the familiar route to the stables. At this time of night the kitchens were quiet and all the servants seemed to have finished their festive celebrations.

Bill was not in sight when I passed by the horses, and they snickered at me. A single oil lamp cast its dim yellow glow at the rear of the barn. There seemed to be some movement amongst the bales of hay. As I approached I saw what seemed to be two pale moons rising and falling. I rounded a heap of hay and entered a clearing amongst the bales. There a sight met my eyes. The moons were Bill’s bare buttocks heaving up and down between the legs of a scullery maid. I recognised her long dark curls framing her head. She was lying on her back amongst the hay with her skirt and petticoats drawn up and her knees next to her ears. Her feet were pointed to the roof. Bill was naked from the waist down and in the dim light, standing behind them, I could see his balls waving back and forth as he thrust his cock into her. He was grunting with each forward movement and she let out a sigh with each push. A moment later Bill cried, the same cry as I had heard in the morning, and he fell in a heap on top of her. The girl looked past him and saw me standing there but instead of looking surprised she gave me a smile of satisfaction. Some movement or whisper must have told Bill that they were not alone. He twisted his neck to look at me over his shoulder.

‘Victoria!’ I turned and ran from the stables and back to my room. I didn’t want to hear if he had anything more to say.

I lay in bed but did not sleep for hours. I was angry with Bill for not being faithful to me but I was annoyed with myself for having supposed that I was the only object of his affections. The more I thought about our brief contact in the light of the lessons I had learnt from Madame Thackeray and the other girls, I realised that Bill was acting in a typical and predictable fashion. Men sought pleasure and women were available to please them. Marriage and morals may hold an honourable man back from seeking satisfaction but given opportunity and freedom from responsibility any man would take what was offered. I had foolishly presumed that I was the sole recipient of Bill’s desires and that by giving him pleasure I was satisfying his needs. But young men, as I well knew, are almost insatiable in their hunger for orgasm. I, however, was not prepared to share a stable-boy with a lowly servant. I resolved, as Madame Thackeray had taught, to henceforth ensure that any pleasure I provided was on my own terms and intended to achieve whatever goals I set myself. I would leave Bill to his scullery maid and seek my excitement elsewhere.