Taming Maria (3 page)

This scene had
haunted her and she had been unable to look at him when he was
taking the class for divinity. All she could see was his lean frame
resting against the tree and his hand rubbing his cock and the
relaxed, sensual expression on his face after he had
discharged.

Driven by the
thought that they might never meet again, she lifted her skirt and
fled along empty, echoing corridors, down through the hall and
servants quarters to the rear. Only the caretaker and his wife
remained and she had been cooking for Jane in a half-hearted
manner, making it plain that she would be glad to see the back of
her.

Once outside,
she raced to the spot below her window where she had seen Robin. He
was still there and looked up when she appeared. 'Lady Jane!' he
exclaimed.

'Mr
Claremont.' She stopped dead, only a few inches away from him and
very conscious that the rapid rise and fall of her breasts almost
made contact with the sober black coat that covered his
chest...

'So, you've
not left yet.'

'Tomorrow. I
shall be glad, for my best friend has already gone.'

'You haven't
enjoyed school?' He was obviously racking his brains for subjects
of conversation that would delay her.

'No, sir, not
much. I don't know what I should have done without Lady Maria.'

'I remember
her. A forthright young person.'

'And you will
go, too? Or are you staying here?'

'I shall be
heading home to Somerset, and later taking up my new post as curate
in the village of Burdock.'

This is truly
terrible, Jane thought. I don't know what to say. All I can
visualise is his swollen cock with milky liquid spurting from the
helm - his moans - his pleasure - my crying need to touch him
there.

He hesitated,
making her feel suddenly much older than her years. Before, he had
been a teacher and she a schoolgirl, but now the memory of him in a
compromising position coupled with the realisation that she was no
longer under his tutelage put them on an equal footing. She liked
him; could almost say that it was more than mere liking. He
appealed to her in an extraordinary way, her emotions vastly
different to those she experienced when with Percy Tate. She always
avoided the touch of his damp, flabby fingers whereas now, as Robin
tentatively reached out, she met his hand gladly, her heart
fluttering like a caged bird in her breast.

He smiled
widely, surprised and pleased by her acceptance of this gesture.
'Lady Jane... I didn't dare hope... have been aware of you for
months. What more can I say? I'm a clergyman with modest
expectations, though well connected. My uncle is a magistrate. He
occupies a seat in the House of Lords, but you must have many much
more suitable gentlemen begging your father's permission to court
you.'

'I have one
and am almost promised to him, but I find him displeasing and shall
try to dissuade my parents from encouraging his advances.' The
words gushed from Jane's lips. It was a wonderful relief to be able
to speak to him so frankly; something she had never before achieved
with anyone expect Maria.

'Oh, Jane...
if I may? Is it possible that you could somehow introduce me to
your Papa and put in a good word for me? I'm certain that my
uncle's name might influence your father in my favour.'

'The coach
will stop at the main door while my luggage is being loaded. Be in
the hall, offering to assist and I'm certain that I can present you
to them. My mother has a penchant for the clergy. She will be
impressed.'

'Then that's
settled!' He smiled rapturously. 'And you are in agreement, my dear
young lady? You don't find me too repulsive?'

Jane was
blushing, her heart beating so fast that it made her breasts
tremble. Her nipples chafed against the lace trim of her chemise,
the sensation shooting down to her loins, labia thickening, her bud
rising, fluid dampening her floss. The school was empty of students
and teachers. They had all left, including the formidable Mrs
Rossiter. The sudden thought struck Jane that they could slip up to
the dormitory unobserved and use one of the narrow beds for their
first coupling. It was so outrageous a concept that she shook and
Robin felt that tremble pass through her fingers into his.

'Jane!' he
exclaimed softly, and his mouth came closer, hovering over
hers.

'Oh, Robin!'
she replied on a sob.

'Darling
angel.'

Inexperienced
at kissing, his nose bumped hers, but she had learned the art with
Maria and angled her lips, puckering up to take his. At first it
was a chaste kiss, their mouths remaining modestly sealed, but this
wasn't enough for Jane. She wanted to experience what she had felt
for her girl friend, opening up and finding Robin's tongue,
tangling with it in a dance of desire. His breath was fresh and he
quickly followed her lead, giving her so much pleasure that she
collapsed into his arms, careless of anyone seeing them.

He was
conscious though; his prospects of advancement would be hampered if
it was reported that he had been seen toying with one of the
pupils. He reluctantly withdrew from her, straightening up and
saying, 'We must find somewhere private. Dare I ask you to
accompany me to my room?'

This was
indeed an unusual request and no doubt he knew the rules whereby it
was customary for a young lady to be chaperoned at all times and
never, under any circumstances, be alone with a man. Her reputation
would be ruined if this happened, yet his impetuosity thrilled her;
it was as if he could not help himself. Common sense said no, but a
new, bold persona urged Jane to take the plunge. Instinct
recognised that Robin was no philanderer who would seduce and then
abandon her.

In a short
while they had traversed the upper floors, passing no one on the
way, and at last reaching the seclusion of a medium sized apartment
in the west wing where he had lived for eighteen months. Clear of
clutter and practical it contained a desk, a tallboy, a fireplace,
two chairs and a wash-stand. A four-poster bed took pride of place,
its width promising much.

They kissed again, unable to refrain from touching, cleaving
together, needing to be as close as was humanly possible; one mind,
one flesh. Now Jane understood the meaning of the marriage vows
-
Forsaking all others - till death us do
part - with my body I thee worship
...

For the first
time ever she realised this could be a wonderful commitment - with
the right man. I shall tell Maria, she promised herself.

Then all
sensible thought fled. Robin caught her to him and to her joy she
felt the pressure of the long bough of his penis. It bored against
her belly, hard and hot, and she was not afraid, knowing what it
looked like.

'Jane! Oh, my
dear, I shouldn't have brought you here. It's too tempting. I don't
know if I can control myself,' he muttered, his face buried in the
softness of her neck, his breath tickling her ear, causing a flurry
of sweet sensations.

She was not
sure that she wanted him to exert control, though dire warnings
issued by her governesses rang in her ears. 'No man respects a girl
who gives in to his lustful desires. You'll end up on the stage if
you are too free with your favours, no better than you should
be!'

Then there was
the matter of pregnancy. More than one of the maid-servants in her
father's household had been thrown on to the streets when
confessing to being with child. There was no provision for a woman
who conceived out of wedlock. If the father deserted her, and nine
times out of ten he did, and her relatives cast her out and the
parish refused to support her, then she was doomed to a life of
begging or prostitution to feed herself and her bastard.

Jane had not
heard of it happening among her own class, but then an arranged
marriage would go ahead, the date simply brought forward a little,
titles, property and religion of prime importance. But if she found
herself in the family way by a humble clergyman? What then? I
can't, her mind screamed, but I want him, her wayward flesh
argued.

Despite her
reservations she found herself lying on the bed with Robin beside
her. It felt so natural, his arms holding her, his mouth against
hers, his body part covering her. Even the new sensation of his jaw
was a novelty, slightly rasping although he was close-shaved. She
was accustomed to Maria's smooth cheek. Being with a man was
altogether different - his embrace was harsher, his kisses rougher,
his whole attitude one of dominance. It made Jane feel puny and of
no account against the force of his passion.

His hand
closed over one of her breasts. At first he seemed content just to
cup it, but then his fingers began to move, tracing over the pert
swell of the nipple. It rose towards him like the hopeful nose of a
household pet, begging to be caressed. He bowed his head and she
felt his hot breath warming the eager teat, then the delirious
sensation of him sucking it through the muslin. Encouraged by her
moans of pleasure he unbuttoned her bodice, exposing the pink
rosebud and licking it.

Jane could
feel her resolutions melting like snow in sunlight. He was so
hesitant and shy, almost afraid to touch her, as if she was made of
spun-glass that might shatter. Wanting to reassure him, she wound
her arms round his neck and ground her pelvis against his thigh. He
started, trembled and his prick became larger and harder, wanting
release. She dropped her hand down, groping for the trouser
closure.

His own
clamped over her searching fingers. 'No,' he begged, in a tumult of
indecision. 'No... I mean, oh, yes... can you really want to handle
my manhood?'

'I do,' she
urged, then bowed her head. 'I must confess that I have already
seen it. Maria and I were hiding behind the bushes and watched you
bring yourself relief.'

'You did? And
you weren't shocked?' He released her hand, permitting her fingers
free rein in their exploration of his person.

'I was
excited,' she murmured, finding the flap that was buttoned each
side of his waist, releasing it and unfolding the square of
material to below his crotch.

His cock was
hidden by his shirt, but she lifted this away and freed the sturdy
phallus from its confinement. It felt every bit as good as she had
imagined - so warm and heavy and needy. Greatly daring, Jane
followed the dictates of nature and lowered her head so that her
mouth engulfed it, taking in the length and girth until it prodded
her throat.

Robin lay
there transfixed. It was as if his wildest fantasy had been
fulfilled, transporting him to heaven. 'Jane, Jane...' he
whispered, with a catch in his voice. 'This is the first time a
woman has touched me, let alone done what you're doing. There were
whores haunting the taverns in Oxford where I attended university,
and some of the other fellows used them, but I was studying
religion and didn't think it right. A few of the students practiced
sodomy, but this, too, I avoided. I never dreamed... never even
hoped that a genteel young lady would want to do this to me. Where
did you learn?'

She freed her
mouth and looked up at him, replying, 'Like you, I'm still a
virgin. I've made love with Maria, caressed and fondled her and she
me. We've rubbed each other's nubbins and brought on that heady
sensation and the wonderful rush of relief, but neither of us have
ever been with a man.'

'My dearest,
what you did with her is supposed to be sinful and, as a man of the
cloth, I should condemn you for it, but oh, God forgive me, I can't
find anything wrong in that innocent exploration. It was but
preparing you for the delights you would find with your husbands,
in the fullness of time. Ah, that's it! Go on, darling, nibble
round my foreskin. Play with my cods! Oh, I can't hold on much
longer! Stop for a moment and let me see your cunny. Show me how to
pleasure you as Maria did.'

Jane raised
her skirts higher and higher. It was all very well displaying her
treasures to Maria, but a different matter entirely to show them to
Robin. It was embarrassing, yet strangely enjoyable. She was proud
of her fair, curly bush and neat fork, considering the whole area
much tidier than a man's equivalent - the clubbed penis and ugly
balls. For the first time in her life she was glad to be female,
suddenly aware of their superiority, and not only in the sexual
arena. They were clever, cunning, wily and manipulative. Men
thought themselves to be in charge, but they were merely putty in
the hands of a skilful woman.

She held her
labial lips apart with delicate fingertips, permitting Robin to see
her greatest asset - her clitoris. Dear little pinnacle of joy, so
sensitive and discreet. It throbbed, sending shafts of pleasure
through every part of her body, always happy to oblige again and
again.

He stared down
at it, puzzled. 'But I thought... imagined... gathered from what my
fellow students said, that a girl needed a man inside her to bring
her off. What is this that resembles a pink pearl lying within your
folds?'

'My bud, my
little button,' she said, shivering with delight as he tentatively
touched it. 'I don't know a great deal about it, but this is where
we obtain our joy. I've no idea how the male thingy feels as I've
never had one in me. I daren't. I don't want to have a baby.'

'Indeed not.'
Robin could not stop touching her, wetting his fingers with her
copious juice and applying it to every nook and cranny, even
dipping down to anoint the tight moue of her anus. 'I won't let
this happen. I only want to caress you a little, to hold you in my
arms and make tender love to you.'

He undressed
her very carefully and she helped him for he was unskilled with
buttons and lacing. It did not take long for her to disrobe. She
wore nothing but a puff-sleeved dress made of thin material worn
over a single petticoat and a chemise. Only the very daring and
avant-garde wore drawers as they were considered to be a
scandalously masculine garment.