A Victorian Tale

A Victorian Tale!

Part Five - Mr Popopolis!

"Yes, Professor," Jennifer replied. "I want to know all about how it feels to be penetrated by a man. So far my father barely managed the tip of his manhood into me. And the conductor on the train likewise. I have been taken to the brink of real penetration and left frustrated, twice."

"You will not be frustrated tonight, Jennifer," the Professor promised. "Oh, and by-the-way. Mary and James have asked to be part of the... training... if that is acceptable to you."

The servants were both standing by the wall, ready to refill a wine glass, or remove plates, as required. Jennifer looked at them.

"Begging your pardon miss," said Mary. "We want to help, and Mr Popopolis doesn't visit often. It's always a delight when he does."

"But Miss," added James. "If you prefer to be alone then we will forgo our pleasure."

It seemed mean to deny them their happiness, Jennifer thought.

"I am happy for you to help," she replied. "You have all been so kind to me."

"Then it's agreed," said the Professor. He picked up his glass of Port. "James, please take Jennifer to the grand bedchamber. And Mary, please prepare Jennifer for her awakening. I will answer the door to Yannis when he arrives."

Up the stairs went Jennifer and her two escorts until they arrived at a door that was new to her. James took a key from his pocket and unlocked the door, which was painted bright red, then ushered Jennifer in. The square room was strangely decorated. In each corner was a small table, fabricated as a triangle to fit precisely into the space. And, on the tables, were oil lamps with amber coloured shades, so that the room was bathed in gentle light. There were several coffers and a few hall chairs by the walls, which were as red as the door. The floor was covered with Persian rugs and, in the centre, was a circular platform. A bed, but not a bed like any Jennifer had seen before. On the walls there were many examples of Lucien's work. Each featured a different girl and man, and in each case the girl had been fully penetrated by the man, they all - both man and girl - had expressions of ecstasy on their faces.

Jennifer studied the round bed. It was provided with a firm mattress and draped over this was a coverlet of sheepskins. But there were no pillows or sheets or blankets to cover those who might want to sleep there. Not that blankets were needed. A fire roared in the grate and the room was warm and comfortable.

James saw her looking at the bed.

"There's no covers miss because the Professor says that what happens here must never be hid. No shame is allowed, no shyness, nothing that makes lovers hide their bodies."

Mary started to help Jennifer with her clothes.

"Begging your pardon Miss," she said. "These need to come off if you're to be made ready."

"But I haven't brought my nightgown with me," protested Jennifer.

"There's no point in dressing for bed Miss when soon you'll be undressed. You understand?"

Jennifer nodded and allowed herself to be divested of her garments. Mary was right, there wasn't much point in putting on nightclothes if the first thing that would happen is that they would be removed. Mary folded all the clothes neatly, putting them into a coffer. Then Mary and James also removed their clothes and put them away. It was done in such a matter of fact way that Jennifer felt quite relaxed and safe. Even when she studied the manhood that James had now revealed.

The servants, she decided, were perhaps in their late thirties or early forties. Mary was quite plump, with large, rather pendulous, breasts and a tummy that sagged slightly. Her crotch was filled with thick black hair and the hair on her head, now released to drape down her back, reached the top of her buttocks. Her buttocks were taut and very shapely and Jennifer found herself hoping that hers would be as nice at forty. She didn't expect ever to have breasts as large as Mary's but hoped her own would grow a little larger.

James was a handsome man still with a good shaped chest and limbs that were fine and fit. He was developing a paunch, a little beer gut, but this was still not too large and had not sagged. Between his thighs his manhood dangled and Jennifer instantly compared it with the examples she had observed up until now. It wasn't bad, she thought, in fact, quite interesting. Though the Professor had not suggested she had carnal relations with James she was quite prepared for the idea, one day.

Both the servants were wearing a glass bead, she noted. Was this something new that the Professor had arranged because he had invited a dangerous woman to live in his house. But what itdidmean, Jennifer decided, was that if... nice things... happened this was because the servants wanted to do it, not because they had been enchanted to do it.

A knock on the door announced the arrival of the Professor and his friend.

--o--

Introductions took place. Yannis Popopolis was an attractive man of strangely indeterminate age. He was slightly taller than Jennifer and had the bronzed skin colouration typical of the Greeks. And, a few seconds after he entered the room, Jennifer knew he wasn't human. The eyes changed first, becoming a golden brown with a side-to-side slit pupil, like a goats. And then she noticed the little horns peeping out from his copper coloured curly hair. The curly hair continued down the sides of his face but he had no beard or moustache. This was not unusual, many men sported hair on the cheeks, but the way the hair curled reminded her very much of one of the goats on a nearby farm when she was a child.

"Hello," she said. "Very nice to meet you sir."

"You can see me as I truly am?" he asked. He looked surprised.

"I told you," said the Professor. "She will be a delight to pleasure for her ring gives her The Sight."

In Jennifer's mind the word sprang out unbidden.

Satyr!

"Are you a satyr?" she asked. Yannis smiled and simply stroked her breast. A shiver ran through her body and she felt instantly that she must copulate with this creature.

"We will make this room into Arcady," grinned Yannis. "Starting with Mary."

Jennifer felt utterly distraught, which she knew was overreacting, but the Professor put his hand on her shoulder. He gently stroked the curve of her neck and whispered.

"Your turn will come, Mary will demonstrate for you some of the positions your body can adopt for greatest pleasure. She is here as a teacher, not to deny you your pleasure. Yannis has the endurance to pleasure many women, one after another, so you need not fear he will leave you unsatisfied."

Yannis was now undressing. His hairless chest was in stark contrast to the fur on his goat-like legs and Jennifer could see that his shoes had been specially constructed to accept his hooves. But it was what was between his legs that drew her attention. Standing out from between his thighs was a magnificent manhood that curved upwards and stood almost upright. It was already erect, as if the satyr was ready, at any moment, to fulfill his purpose. To mate with the Shepherdess' of Arcady.

"Can they see his true form?" she whispered to the Professor, nodding at Mary and James. He was now stroking down Jennifer's back and had slipped one finger between her buttocks.

"No," he whispered back. "Mary and James just see a handsome man, a very handsome man, a man they desire above all men, if he touches them."

This was like the ring's power, but from a fey creature. Jennifer wondered how James coped with the idea of another man, however attractive, sharing his wife. But James simply sat down on one of the chairs and smiled. It seemed he was not concerned at all. Perhaps he was looking forward to it. Perhaps he got pleasure from watching.

Mary had taken Yannis' hand and they joined each other on the sheepskins. The cook lay down on her back slightly to one side of centre and patted the space next to her.

The Professor pushed the tip of his finger against Jennifer's anus and she jumped with the sensation.

"Ooooh!"

"Go to the bed and kneel next to Mary," instructed the Professor. "That way you can see, close up, all that happens."

Jennifer did as she was told, still strangely thrilled by the pressure of the Professor's finger tip. Mary looked equally thrilled as Yannis took hold of her ankles and spread her legs wide. Jennifer was looking at a woman's sex. She'd done this all day with Maureen but now, knowing that sex was about to be plundered by a satyr, it no longer seemed abstract knowledge. Mary dabbled her fingers in her crack and they shone with juice. With anticipation of what was to come.

"Take me Yannis," she said in a low, passionate voice. "Make me worship your body, make me cry out my desire, make me yours, for this night."

As Jennifer watched Yannis moved to kneel between Mary's legs, then he took hold of his manhood and rubbed it up and down the woman's crack. Soon it was shining with her juices and she was rolling her head from side to side, sighing. Ah, thought Jennifer, it doesn't have to be his hand that touches you to make you enchanted.

"Yes... yes... yes... oooooh!" Mary gasped as he began to thrust in. Jennifer gasped in sympathy as he very slowly, but remorselessly, pushed home until his whole length was in Mary. His manhood pushed aside her thick lips and rubbed against her clitoris as inch by inch she accepted him. Jennifer bent low to watch and she felt herself becoming excited by the sight. Then Yannis was fully penetrating Mary and their hips touched. She could no longer see, but she could hear.

"Ah yes," groaned Mary. "Oh that is so nice, Yannis."

Jennifer felt someone touch her on the shoulder.

"Move around behind Yannis," said the Professor. "You will get a better view from there. And, when Mary starts to make loud moans, return to look at her face."

Jennifer, anxious to please, shuffled around until she was staring at Yannis' bottom. Hairy buttocks and a little tail were slowly moving as he maintained his manhood in Mary. She studied his incredibly strong looking thighs and legs and his hooves, which were shiny as if they had been varnished.

"You may thrust, Yannis," said the Professor.

Mary gave a little sigh of pleasure as the satyr withdrew his manhood until just the tip was inside her, then gently thrust forward again until he was at full penetration.

"Uuuh," she grunted as he hit her womb. Jennifer registered the grunt but did not know that Yannis was pressing against Mary's cervix. Then he was pulling out again and thrusting home in a series of slow movements.

Jennifer watched as, a dozen times the satyr gently thrust to full depth and then she registered that Mary was moaning. They were quite loud moans and possibly meant she should move to look upon Mary's face. She did and was delighted to see Mary's expression of happiness as Yannis thrust another dozen times. What the satyr was doing was clearly very pleasant. Jennifer looked forward to having this amount of pleasure soon.

"This position," said the Professor. "Presses on the woman's clitoris, which can be very pleasant. But it does not allow her much movement."

He reached around Jennifer and pressed several fingers on her womanly parts. Then moved them a little to imitate what Yannis was doing to Mary. It felt nice. Jennifer watched the satyr's hairy bottom and cute little tail rise and fall as he ground his hips down and thrust in at the same time. Mary, trapped under him, did look happy but Jennifer could see that the larger the man the less the woman would be able to move.

"Show Jennifer what you can do with your hands, please Mary," said the Professor.

"Yes sir, certainly sir" she replied. "Well I can put them on his head and pull him down to kiss me."

She demonstrated this.

After a minute of kissing, and some powerful thrusts by the satyr, she slid her hands down onto his back and dug her fingers into his shoulder blades.

"And here I can show my passion and pleasure," she giggled. "But you must ask permission before you scratch since some wives are jealous of their husbands mistresses."

She finally slid her hands down to cup his buttocks.

"And here you can encourage him to thrust harder," she gasped, doing just that. "And... ooh... this can help when you are close to paradise... aaaaah!"

She pulled, he thrust, and then Mary was whimpering and shuddering.

"I cum! I cum!" she eventually shouted, passion overtaking modesty.

When she had finished trembling Yannis slid from her and turned her on her side, then he approached her from the back and lay down. Lifting Mary's uppermost leg, he slid his manhood back into her and grasped her breasts. His phallus was still fully erect, which pleased Jennifer who was hoping he would have some energy for her when he had finished with Mary. Perhaps what the Professor had said about his capacity was true.

"Uhhh," grunted Mary as Yannis thrust home and mauled her breasts at the same time.

"This position" said the Professor. "Is good when both partners want to rest but keep copulating. Nobody is having to be energetic, and nobody is trapped under their partner. It is sometimes called spooning, because it resembles two spoons laying next to each other in the cutlery drawer. And it allows the male to use his hands in creative ways."ww

Yannis used one hand to continue to caress Mary's breasts and put the other hand onto her clitoris. The Professor encouraged Jennifer to take a close look as to what he was doing and she watched his fingers as they deftly flicked and rubbed.

"Take a very close look," the Professor said.

Leaning in so she almost touched them Jennifer was aware of the musk-like smell that the pair exuded. It made her head swim and she was overcome with the desire to do to Mary what Maureen had done to her earlier that day. When Yannis moved his fingers out of the way she kissed Mary's clitoris.

It was intended to be a brief encounter but Yannis was now hanging onto Mary's upper leg, holding it high, and enthusiastically thrusting. And, as a result, Mary's hips were moving about. The result was a far more substantial and lingering kiss than Jennifer had planned.

"Ohhhh... begging your pardon miss but that is wonderful," groaned Mary.

Jennifer took that as a good reason to continue and did her best to pleasure the servant. All the time, as she licked and sucked, the spectre of Yannis' manhood thrust away within inches of her face. So she let her tongue accidentally pass across his moving flesh. It tasted wonderful and she wondered if the Ring was making it taste that way to encourage her to continue.

Then Yannis pulled out from Mary, pushed into Jennifer's mouth, made a few thrusts, and returned his member back into Mary again. Jennifer was left with Mary's juices in her mouth and a desire to take the phallus again.

Mary was groaning almost continuously now and Jennifer could hear Yannis whispering in the servant's ear. She couldn't catch all the words but he seemed to be seeking permission to go into the next stage. There was something about her being ready to be filled and she was whispering back her assent.

A touch on her shoulder by the Professor indicated she should pay him attention.

"Give them room to move," he said. "He is about to make her his love slave."

Jennifer backed away a little and watched as Yannis released Mary. The woman took up a position on hands and knees and faced her husband. He was still sitting in his chair but now had his manhood in hand and was caressing it. Yannis moved behind Mary and placed his manhood at the entrance to her vagina. The Professor indicated that Jennifer should come and look.

"The satyr has a special ability," he told Jennifer. "It is that, having made love to a woman for a short while, he instinctively knows her capacity. And can change his girth to match."

"I don't understand," replied Jennifer.

"Watch," said the Professor.

She watched, expecting Yannis to plunge back into Mary immediately, now that he had lined up his manhood with its natural home, but he knelt there and paused. Then his member grew. Not in length, but in girth, and within less than a minute it was now much fatter. The head, in particular, was larger and looked like a large purple hued fungi, and the shaft, gnarled with blood vessels, followed in size.

Only then did he push in.

"Ooooooohhh!!"

Mary's scream was both joy and distress in one long cry, but she did not resist and soon Yannis had filled her up. She knelt on the bed, impaled upon him, and was panting with short sharp breaths. Yannis did not move, waiting for some sign Jennifer decided, and then Mary nodded and grunted.

"Yes go... I am ready."

Yannis set up a slow thrusting and Mary whimpered.

"Go," said the Professor. "Give James the benefit of your hands, and watch from his point of view."

Jennifer found it hard to take her eyes off the massive manhood that was slowly moving in and out of Mary. There was a hypnotic quality to watching her labial lips as they distorted on the thrust and then the entrance of her vagina being dragged back as he pulled out. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and obeyed the Professor.

--o--

James was staring at his wife's face and gratefully accepted Jennifer's hand on his manhood. She stroked it, in a way that she could continue without concentrating, and turned her attention to Mary.

Yannis was moving faster. He had bent forward over Mary, grasped her dangling breasts and his goat legs were pumping away with great strength. Jennifer could imagine herself on a hillside in Greece where a shepherdess had submitted to the attentions of a satyr, and her sheep or goats were now being left to their own devices as she took her pleasure.

Mary's eyes were open but they had turned upwards so it was mostly the white of the eyeball that showed. Her face was flushed red and sweat trickled down her body. Her mouth was wide open and slack, as if all control had been stripped away. And she was making low, gutteral, moans that were, seemingly, pushed out of her. As if the massive manhood that was driving into her was pushing the air from her lungs with each thrust.

Despite this her general expression was of enjoyment. She looked as if she was completely lost in the copulating. Jennifer wanted to be next with so much desire it hurt. Then Yannis started to speed up. Mary's low moans became high pitched screams and her body was thrown about with the satyr's movements. Yannis started to growl, and speeded up again.

Mary's screams were replaced with the sounds of her climax. She writhed and hooted and she was grabbing at the sheepskins with her hands. Finally words, or parts of words, emerged from her wide open mouth.

"Yuss... yusss... yusss....ooh guud... Ooh Guud... OOH GUUD! "

Then her elbows gave way and she collapsed face-down onto the bed as Yannis, snarling, pumped his seed into her. At the same moment Jennifer felt stickiness over her hand and she realised that James had also cum. She licked the seed from her hand and, for good measure, from the end of his manhood. A desire to receive a manhood of her own was becoming impossible to resist and she abandoned James and flung herself onto the bed next to Mary. She opened her legs wide and reached up with her arms for Yannis.

"Take me," she cried. "Take me... For God's sake, take me!"

Yannis looked at her, his face distorted with lust, and pulled out from Mary. The older woman collapsed to one side and Yannis moved to face Jennifer. His manhood was still of greater girth than when he first undressed, and was slathered with his seed and Mary's juices, but Jennifer didn't care. She stretched her arms out to him.

He jumped onto her, pushing her arms flat onto the bed and holding her by the forearms, and thrust in. This was no slow, gentle move such as he had performed with Mary but an attack that took her from feeling the head of his manhood touching her labial lips to full penetration in a matter of seconds. Her whole body shook with the impact and her breasts, small and flat though they were, jerked towards her face and then back towards her belly. She felt compelled to tilt her head back, open her mouth, and he mind was filled with an unfamiliar fullness that was nonetheless wonderful.