The Education of Victoria (5 page)

‘I’ll say they do. My buttocks feel as if they’re on fire.’

‘Let me see if I can help. Stay there.’ Bea went into the bathroom and returned a few moments later. She sat on the bed beside me and pulled my slip above my waist. Once again I felt exposed with the weals on my bottom throbbing painfully. Then there was a feeling of cool moistness. Bea put cold cream on my bottom and gently spread it over each of the six burning marks.

‘Did anything else happen while you were in Madame’s study?’ Bea asked, continuing to apply the cream. Her caressing movements and the coolness of the cream were having a welcome effect. I began to tell her all that had happened after the beating. My penetration by the immense wooden dildo and then Madame’s wish that I use my mouth to pleasure her.

‘Ah, yes, Madame’s delights.’ Bea sounded wistful. I realised that I was obviously not the first of the pupils to bed the headmistress.

‘Have you, uh, been with –’

‘Oh yes. There were many times last year and earlier this term when she sought my services. Rather like you, a bit of punishment, a bit of pleasure.’

‘Does she get all the girls to make love to her?’

‘Oh no, only her special ones.’

‘Her special ones?’

‘Yes, the girls that she thinks have a talent in lovemaking. Me, you, perhaps one or two others. You’ll have been selected for special training.’

‘Is the punishment part of it?’

‘Most definitely. Madame knows that pain heightens pleasure. You will have more opportunities to learn that fact from now on.’ Bea’s hand had lingered on my buttocks, her fingers tracing a pattern around each of the stripes, then slipping between my legs to caress the soft skin of my inner thighs. I didn’t want to move as I was enjoying her touch so much.

‘She said that I had talent with my mouth.’

‘You have more than just that, Victoria. Don’t forget I watched you with Albert. You have the potential to become a great lover.’

‘But I failed. Albert came five times.’

‘As he was bound to. He is so young and inexperienced. You had him dangling time after time. Considering you didn’t suck or fuck him you couldn’t have done more.’

‘So my punishment –’

‘Was an excuse. An excuse for Madame to get you into her room, an excuse to beat you, an excuse to play with you and an excuse to get you into her bed to give her what she wanted.’

‘What should I do?’

‘Relish the opportunity. Madame is a wonderful woman, is she not?’

‘She is very fit and handsome.’

‘And she will teach you, as she has taught me, everything there is to learn about enticing men.’

‘Is that what it’s all for?’

‘Isn’t that enough? With the skills that we learn here we can enter society and achieve all that we desire.’

‘A husband?’

‘If that is all you want. But the arts of pleasure can bring you fame, fortune and power.’

‘Power?’

‘Yes. Men may think they rule the world but a knowledgeable woman can manipulate them to do anything that she wishes. Men are guided by what hangs between their legs.’

‘I think I understand. But why are we permitted, encouraged even, to pleasure each other, and women such as Madame herself?’

‘Why not? If we have the techniques why not also take pleasure for ourselves when the opportunity arises. Talking of which, the sight of your beautiful buttocks has got me excited. How about using your talent on me.’ Bea pulled the slip over her head revealing her white skin and ample bosom. She slid further onto the bed, tugged my slip off me then threw herself into the middle of the mattress and lay back.

‘Come on, get over me, I want to taste your cunt while you’re licking me.’ It sank in what Bea wanted. I clambered onto the bed and straddled her, facing her feet. She took hold of my hips and pulled me back until I felt her nose touch the crack between my buttocks. She pulled harder and I gasped as her tongue slipped between my lips. Her mouth worked away sucking my lips and licking up and down my dripping crack.

I bent forward and buried my head between her thighs. She raised her knees and pushed her sex towards my face. I lapped at her vulva, running my tongue from her clitoris to her arsehole, each long, slow stroke creating ripples of movement in her thigh muscles. With her mouth firmly locked in my fanny and my head deep in hers we moved together, rocking back and forth. Because we were both working hard, concentrating on each other, we couldn’t give ourselves up to our own excitement. Our orgasms were delayed but the pleasure went on and on and when we came, we came together. Our arms tightened around each other, we thrust our tongues and mouths deeper into each other’s fundaments and the waves of orgasmic convulsions paralysed us and locked us together.

Gradually the trembling passed and I regained control of my muscles. Bea subsided and I fell off her and lay by her side.

‘You’re becoming quite an expert,’ Bea sighed.

‘Madame says we will learn how to suck a man tomorrow.’

‘Ah, now that’s a talent I enjoy,’ Bea smiled as she drifted into a doze.

Chapter 5
Victoria’s Oral Lesson

The glistening, purple head wobbled an inch from the end of my nose and the single dark eye winked at me. My eyes were drawn down the length of Hermann’s shaft. It seemed to recede at a great distance into the brown matted bush at his crotch. All my attention was focused on the immense rod in front of me. I was mesmerised by the sparkles and glints of the oil lamps and candles reflecting off the great knob. I opened my mouth wide to engulf it.

‘Victoria! What are you doing?’ I was shocked out of my trance by Madame Thackeray’s voice. I looked up to see the headmistress standing over me, her face dark and angry. I was mortified to be the subject of her displeasure. I shifted uneasily on my white stockinged knees and Hermann took a small step back, his penis visibly wilting.

‘When will you ever learn to listen?’ Madame went on. ‘You do not allow the male member to enter your mouth at the start of the proceedings. It is the male instinct to thrust once the penis has entered a warm, moist enclosure. He will take control and force it down your throat and in a few quick movements will reach a climax.’ I bowed my head in shame that I should have forgotten Madame’s instruction, but she went on, ‘You, yes, you, must be in charge. It is your responsibility to make fellatio last as long as possible, to extend the pleasure for your partner until he is almost begging you to release him. You must tease him, encourage and entice, but never ever let him take over and force it into you. Nibble his testicles, lick the shaft, touch the tip of your tongue to the glans, kiss the tip. Only when he is quivering with pent-up excitement do you allow the knob to enter between your lips. Then hold it, use your tongue to press it against the roof of your mouth, rub your teeth against it – but on no account ever bite. Suck on it, draw on it as if it were a cigar, circle it with your tongue. If at the last you feel ready to allow the culmination then take it deeper, grip the shaft with your lips and suck and blow, until at last he ejaculates for the ultimate in relief.’

‘Oh Madame,’ Natalie said, clapping her hands and giggling with delight, rocking on her knees beside me, ‘it is exciting.’

‘Well, Victoria, let us see you do it.’ Madame was still looking intently at me. ‘Oh, I think you will have to start again with Hermann.’

The young man was still standing naked in front of me, but his penis had now flopped against his muscular, white thighs. I glanced around. There were two other naked boys in the drawing room each having their cocks sucked by my classmates. They seemed to be doing it correctly since it was me that Madame Thackeray had picked on for her lecture.

Hermann stood tall, proud of his nude body. His stomach was flat and his pelvic muscles made a V that pointed to the drooping but still large member and the weighty sac in its nest of brown hair. I crawled towards Hermann, encircled his thighs with my bare arms and buried my nose in his pubic hair. My breasts, enclosed in the white satin corset, pressed against his legs. There was an immediate stirring from his penis. I leaned my head back and watched as it unfolded and expanded. In moments it had extended to its full length and elevated to the angle of the bowsprit of a man of war. It had the girth of my wrist and the length of one of my hands with my palm and fingers fully stretched out. I crouched lower and ducked my head beneath the cantilevered beam. I ran my tongue along its length from the sac containing his two jostling testes to the head. The skin felt like silk on my tongue, silk that hid a steel rod. It quivered and from high above me I heard a moan.

‘That’s it, Victoria. You have the idea. Carry on.’ I had been unaware that Madame was still watching me but now I felt her move away. I was intent on my task and no longer concerned by what she had to say. There was a tingling between my legs and I could feel a moistness seeping into the crotch of my silk bloomers. I felt that to achieve my own satisfaction I had to bring Hermann to the peak of pleasure.

I shifted slightly to one side and nibbled along the length of Hermann’s shaft and then gobbled his left testicle into my mouth. It was mobile in its bag and I playfully rubbed my teeth against it. At the same time I gripped his buttock in my right hand, feeling the muscle tense. Then I moved around and repeated the movement on his right side. Hermann giggled and shifted on his feet but did not attempt to withdraw himself.

Now I moved once again to face the taut purple globe. There was a drip of liquid at the entrance of the narrow but gaping tunnel. I pushed my tongue out as far as it would reach and leant slowly forward. The tip of my tongue touched the end of his penis and I tasted the salty fluid. Hermann thrust forward but I withdrew. Then I reached out my tongue again and circled around the hole. The penis flinched and then returned for more. I heard another moan from above me. Now I widened the radius of my licks, encircling the whole knob until the tip of my tongue ran around the ridge where the glans joined the shaft then underneath where the two arcs of the ridge came together. At that touch the penis leapt up and Hermann let out a sigh of pleasure. I too felt a tingle of excitement deep in my abdomen.

I was ready, at last, to take him inside me. I gripped his thighs with my hands again and leaned closer. For a second time I opened my mouth wide and slowly edged forward until my lips made contact with the penis. Pressing my lips against the thin, stretched skin, I moistened the tip with my saliva and pushed my tongue against the hole. Then ever so slowly I pushed forward allowing my lips to slide up and over the ridge of his glans. It felt as if an exceedingly soft leather ball, a hot ball, was filling my mouth. With my jaws wide apart and my lips pressed against the shaft, I paused, breathing noisily through my nose.

‘
Bitte
,
bitte
,’ Hermann muttered. I hardly needed my German to interpret his need for me to proceed. I began to suck and move my head back and forth. On each movement I pushed my lips further down the shaft so that more of his penis entered my mouth. The tip touched the back of my throat and for a moment I gagged.

I had seen Beatrice take the full length of a man and I hoped that I could emulate her. I wanted Hermann’s penis deep inside me and the throbbing between my legs incited me to ignore the reflex. I forced myself to open my throat and accept the hard intruder. In front of my eyes were the matted curls of brown hair. My teeth raked gently along the shaft as it moved in and out. Each thrust took it further and further inside me, and I was unable to breathe but now Hermann was crying out and screaming, ‘
Ja
,
ja
,
ja
!’ It felt as though the penis was forcing a path all the way down to my fanny.

All of a sudden I felt the penis judder and as it pulled away from me a wave of fluid poured into my mouth and down my throat. At that moment contractions rippled inside me and I gasped for breath. Hermann’s legs began to buckle but I held firm and sucked eagerly on the softening penis, licking around the glans to extract every last drop of his semen. Only then did I release him. He fell to his knees and then sank back onto the carpet, utterly spent, his penis already shrunken and flaccid.

My chest heaved, restoring my breath, and my cheeks burned with heat. I tasted the fishy saltiness of his semen in my mouth and licked my lips. I sat back on my thighs, satisfied with myself.

‘Oh yes, Victoria,’ Natalie yelled with delight, ‘you have drawn every last drop from him.’

‘Very good.’ I looked up to see Madame once again standing over me. I had not realised that she had returned to observe the dénouement. ‘An excellent first effort.’

‘Thank you, Madame,’ I said, bowing my head.

‘Now, Natalie, it is your turn,’ Madame continued. Natalie looked aghast and pointed to Hermann who was still prostrate on the floor.

‘But, Madame, he is finished. Victoria has sucked all the juice from him.’

‘Ah, but now, Natalie, you can demonstrate your skill in reviving him. In addition to using your mouth, utilise your hands as you have already learned. He is young so he will soon be rampant and ready for more. If indeed he requires more encouragement, Victoria may remove her bloomers and show him her maidenhead. Now, begin.’ Madame strode off to deal with another altercation that was occurring. Natalie looked at me and I shrugged.

‘Madame says you should start,’ I said, not particularly helpfully.

Natalie knelt at Hermann’s feet and spread his legs apart. She crawled forward and leaned down pressing her face into his crotch.

‘
Nein
,
nein
,’ he complained and started to push her head away with his hands. I hurried to kneel at his head and took hold of his hands in mine. He did not resist as I pushed his hands to the side of his hips. Natalie teased at his penis with her lips and nibbled with her brilliant white teeth. Then she held the penis up with a hand and licked at his scrotum and chewed his testicles. Already Hermann was beginning to stir. His penis was thickening and starting to harden once again. It already was stiff enough to support itself and Natalie licked up the shaft, lingering at the tip of the glans.

Hermann was moaning again but made no attempt to get out of my grip. I released his hands and he pressed them against the floor while Natalie administered to his manhood. I remained kneeling with his head between my thighs. Now the penis was restored to its magnificent fullness. It pointed to the ceiling, a glowing beacon of readiness. Natalie sat back on her thighs.

‘It is too big,’ she said. ‘It is impossible for it to fit into my mouth.’ Natalie was indeed small and had a very delicate mouth with thin deep red lips. Hermann’s penis was however extraordinarily broad. I could fully understand Natalie’s difficulty. I had an idea.

‘Use your hand to grip the shaft and just move your lips and tongue over the head,’ I suggested. Natalie took the penis in her hand barely able to encircle it with her short fingers. She lowered her head again and touched the tip with her tongue. Then she started a rhythmic up and down movement with her hand which she mirrored with her head. Her lips moved over the shining skin of the glans and Hermann began to thrust his pelvis in unison with her hand movements. He was soon groaning and panting and bucking like a horse.

‘Go on, Natalie,’ I urged, ‘he is almost ready.’

She increased the pace and violence of her movements, struggling to keep her mouth in contact with the oscillating rod. Hermann let out a cry and arched his back. His white fluid burst from the end of his penis and hit Natalie full in the face. She let go of the penis in surprise and fell back. Hermann sank to the floor exhausted once again.

Natalie sat on the floor licking her lips and wiping the semen from her cheeks.

‘Urgh, I do not like to taste semen,’ she said, screwing up her nose. I was surprised.

‘Oh, I enjoyed it,’ I said. ‘Give me more.’

During the remaining two weeks of term we had other opportunities to develop our oral skills. I was delighted to invite all six of the young men to place their cocks in my mouth and I swallowed the semen of each with relish. I was interested to note that each had his own taste and was convinced that, if I was to be blindfolded during the act, I could tell which boy I was pleasuring, not merely from the size and shape of his tool, but from the flavour of his effusion. Meanwhile we continued with our daytime studies of art and literature and our practical lessons in cookery and embroidery. The days were now short and the snow was banking up around the house. The mountains were often hidden behind thick blizzards. Each day the men had to clear paths from the doorways to enable deliveries of food and fuel. We did not venture into the cold outside but warmed ourselves by the fires in our rooms.

At last we came to the last evening. Tomorrow we would depart to our scattered homes, but tonight Madame Thackeray and Madame Hulot welcomed us to an early Christmas celebration. After a marvellous supper the six young men joined the two women and us twelve girls in the drawing room. The men wore their finest linen shirts, leather breeches, woollen socks and leather clogs while the women were dressed in fine silks and satins of every colour. The entertainment began quietly with Madame Thackeray singing songs from various countries to Madame Hulot’s accompaniment on the pianoforte. Madame certainly had a fine, sensuous voice. Then we pushed back the chairs and chaise longue, Madame Hulot struck up a jolly tune and we all began to dance. We whirled and twirled and the men flung their arms around our waists to swing us off the floor. We sang and cried and laughed.

I cannot recall how long the festivities continued for as I was having so much fun that I lost track of time. But I began to notice that our numbers were thinning as the candles and oil lamps began to go out. The older girls were first to leave in the arms of one boy or other. Then my classmates departed, followed by Mesdames Thackeray and Hulot arm in arm. At last it was just Natalie, Albert and me left in the room. We had fallen on the floor in an exhausted heap.

Albert was the first to get up. He stood by my side and placed a hand on his crotch.

‘You want?’ he said in his thick Austrian accent. I looked at Natalie and grinned.

‘Tomorrow we will leave and there will be no more cock for us,’ I said sadly.

‘I know,’ she replied. ‘I shall miss it. Shall we give it to Albert?’

‘Yes,’ I said eagerly, ‘but let us go upstairs to a bedroom.’ We had not had a boy in our rooms before but I guessed that that was what all our classmates were doing. Natalie jumped to her feet and offered a hand to pull me up. Then each of us took one of Albert’s hands and dragged him out of the room. He did not resist and willingly accompanied us up the stairs. We came to Natalie’s room first and found it empty. A single oil lamp produced a yellow glow which cast shadows around the room. We hurried inside and closed the door.

‘Quickly, help me remove my dress and then I’ll help you,’ I requested of Natalie. We fumbled with each other’s buttons, eager to be free of the restricting garments. Albert watched, his eyes wide with wonder, until we got down to our slips. Then he burst into action pulling off his shoes and socks, dropping his lederhosen and pulling his shirt over his head.