Log in:
Username
Password
Keep me logged in (help)

Forgot username or password?

Create new login

You can change the width of the story text shown below:
Use how much percent of the screen width?

[ default ] [ 10% ] [ 20% ] [ 30% ] [ 40% ] [ 50% ] [ 60% ] [ 70% ] [ 80% ] [ 90% ] [ 100% ]

Options: Plain text or PDF (fanclub only!) version  |  Mark story  |  Mark author

Don't forget to vote for this story, in the yellow voting box below the story!

Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story

expect it to remain intact."

In the meantime, Miss Dedrick, on a weekly basis, was enjoying Arthur Vance's tongue, which seemed to get better and better.

Miss Dedrick's quim was much tastier than Arthur expected. Of course, it was his first one. Not his first quim, which had been a gift from Abigail Lancaster, but she'd only removed her knickers, lifted her skirt and let Arthur mount her. Until they were caught by Miss Dedrick, the Cavendish girl, Abigail Lancaster, had given him her quim numerous times.

In modern terms, Arthur Vance discovered that he enjoyed eating pussy far better than fucking it. At least Miss Dedrick's. When he suggested to Abigail Lancaster what he had in mind; she ran away in horror. It took him weeks to convince her to fuck him again.

When the headmistress proposed that he might have the opportunity to taste another quim, he didn't hesitate to ask who? Where? When?

Arriving at Nurse Cecelia Hastings' quarters, Mr. Vance found her dressed in her finest outfit, and her undergarments were the best she could afford on her meager salary.

Arthur Vance had been trained well by Miss Dedrick. He'd watched her remove her lacy stockings, By the time her knickers came off, his cock was trying to burst out of his pants.

"Miss Hastings, you seem nervous."

"I am. I've never done anything like this before."

"Do you want me to help you?" Arthur Vance got on his knees in front of her.

What did he mean, he wanted to help? She thought.

"I've watched Miss Dedrick take off her stockings. I'm sure I know how."

This boy wanted to stick his hands under my dress? Nurse Hastings thought. Her stockings came to mid-thigh. No, she wouldn't let him do that. How dare he!!!

On the other hand, she knew why he was here. Why she'd agreed with Miss Dedrick's suggestion. If she was going to get her umm, quim tasted, well, she'd have to take off her stockings and her knickers, wouldn't she?

"No, I can do it myself." Sure, she could, physically. She'd done it hundreds and hundreds of times. It was the mental part. No man had ever seen her knees, and only by accident her ankles. Now she lifted her dress to pull down first one stocking and then the other. Her face was bright red. Her hands were shaking.

Arthur could see her knickers; most all of them. It wasn't yet in her consciousness that he was going to see far more than her knickers. His cock was already trying to burst out of his pants. With Miss Dedrick, sometimes it happened before he knocked on her door.

Less than an hour later, Cecelia Hastings was having the most incredible experience of her life. Once, and only once, when she found out about the pleasure a clitoris was designed for, she'd touched it. The experience was so good; it was frightening. It must be sinful, she thought, and never did it again.

Right now, she was reliving that experience a hundred, no, a thousand times better. Arthur's tongue wouldn't quit her quim, not that she wanted it to. "ARTHUR, OH ARTHUR, OH ARTHUR," she moaned, hoping he wouldn't stop, but just in case, she held his head, under her dress. She smiled as she wrapped her legs around his head, ‘just like I tell the girls, if you cross your legs, you won't get pregnant.'

"Oh my, oh my, OH ARTHUR, OOOOOOH ARTHUR, OOOOOOOOOOOH ARTHUR."

When Arthur finally left her, she was totally satiated. She couldn't imagine that she could ever feel any better than she felt at this moment. A moment that lasted for the rest of the day, into the next day and almost all week.

Ten days after her rendezvous with Arthur, she sent Miss Dedrick a note. "Ma'am, I wonder if another meeting with Mr. Vance is possible."

The note was hand delivered and arrived only hours after Mr. Vance had left from under Miss Dedrick's skirt. He had been, as usual masterful; his tongue, exactly where she wanted and needed it.

Of course, she'd share Arthur Vance with Nurse Hastings. It was tradition.

The headmistress responded. "I'll see that Mr. Vance is at you home Saturday morning early. Tell him that I assured you he'd make you happy."

Scandalously, after Arthur's fifth visit, Nurse Cecelia Hastings bought a pair of expensive silk stockings held up by a lacy garter belt. That was her only undergarment below her waist. "Mr. Vance, would you like to help me take off my stockings?" She smiled.

She knew that Arthur would stare at her quim while he was removing her hose. She liked that. She liked it when he demonstrated that he didn't just like looking at it. By now, Cecelia knew he loved her taste.

With her guidance and that of Gloria Dedrick, Arthur became almost addicted to quim and was highly skilled. In the following years, after he'd graduated from the Wilkinson School, numerous women, married and unmarried, praised his tongue work. Better for Mr. Vance, these were the wives and daughters of Members of the House of Lords, introduced to him by the headmistress.

If they'd known that he'd learned this talent under her skirt and that of the nurse at the Cavendish School, they would have certainly thanked them. Mr. Vance gave all those women's quims hours and hours of pleasure; as he'd been taught and encouraged.

This was the start of another new tradition. The boys chosen by the headmistress became universally successes in life. It is debatable if their academic success at the Wilkinson School led to their good fortune. Or if the proficiency they exhibited under the skirts of women in high-born places led to their success.

You would think that being a pussy eater would be its own reward, but Arthur Vance received far more. Over the next decades, the most beautiful women in London's high society were often seen on his arm and weren't embarrassed when there were whispers that they were more than willing, like Miss Dedrick and Nurse Hastings, to lower their knickers for the joys of his tongue.

"Arthur, those wretched newspapers claim that I am a scandalous woman," a famed actress of the time proclaimed while lying naked in bed. "The nerve of them. Arthur, come here darling, and give my scandalous quim another kiss. Make my notorious quim happy."

"Don't you mean your delicious quim?"

The woman giggled and spread her legs.

There were rumors that the carriages of married women were often seen around the corner from his flat after dark and hooded figures moved in the shadows, softly knocking on his door.

Although he came from a wealthy merchant family, marrying into the family of a Member of the House of Lords, set him up financially for life. His bride, to her family's delight, was a virgin on her wedding night, but only because her precious vagina had not been penetrated by his penis. However, Mr. Vance's tongue was well-acquainted with that vagina long before their wedding night.

Being married, did not quench Arthur Vance's thirst for quim, and not just his wife's. Her father couldn't understand why after five years of marriage she had not presented him with a grandchild; preferably a grandson.

His wife, Arthur Vance's mother-in-law could. A few times a year, clandestinely she enjoyed the pleasure of his tongue. As did her sister, a countess, and her sister-in-law, a baroness.

Among themselves they praised his skill. "Your daughter is such a lucky woman," her sister smiled.

"Do you think she gets it every night?" The Baroness asked.

"I'm certain she does. Their quarters are at the other end of the estate, but some nights, I can't help but hear her. She sounds like a wolf howling." Arthur's mother-in-law smiled. "I have to admit, that I get the same way when Arthur, well, you know."

The other women nodded in agreement.

Every few years, Miss Dedrick and her successors found a student, always an upper classman and definitely one of legal age, engaged in what was considered sordid activity, usually with a Cavendish girl, who had long held a reputation for being more than willing to drop her knickers.

As for Nurse Cecelia Hastings, the boys who were introduced to her quim praised her for her delicious taste. "Ma'am, have I thought about tasting your quim? All the time."

TO BE CONTINUED

Do you like this story? If you do, you may be interested to know that the author also has several other stories on the site that are available to the members of the EroticStories.com FanClub!
Click here to read more about the FanClub.

Request from webmaster Art:
Don't forget to vote for this story in the yellow voting box below!
Authors really appreciate the votes and it only takes a few seconds!

Options: Plain text or PDF (fanclub only!) version for easy saving or printing

ESmail: Click here to send a private message to Thomas B (with ESmail, the site's internal message system)

Authors appreciate feedback! Please vote, and write to the authors to tell them what you liked or didn't like about the story!

Profile for Thomas B, incl. 76 stories Email: hstdr7522@outlook.com Add this author to your favorite author list Add this story to your favorite story list Send this story to me through email Recommend stories for further reading

Give your opinion about this part: (You can vote for each part separately) select here 1 (terrible) 2 .. 3 .. 4 .. 5 (reasonable) 6 .. 7 .. 8 .. 9 .. 10 (excellent)