daughter'.
'Well, Miss, I has, yes', Maude said, wondering how on earth Vanessa could have discovered such a thing.
'I see. Is he well-armed? Have you tried him out yourself? You should have done, you know'.
'I didn't think, Miss, and besides it didn't seem proper', Maude replied quaintly enough.
'It is not a matter of propriety, Maude, but of the usefulness of a male. You would not buy a horse that was lame? Of course you would not. Have him come here this evening, and your daughter, too. I will make my appearance here at eight o'clock. It will be close upon dusk then. A delightful hour, I always think. And give no worry to your position at the Vicarage. I will make it my business to call there now and say that you are indisposed. It is time that you had a rest, I am sure'.
'I don't know what to say, Miss, I'm that confounded by your kindnesses. Eight o'clock, you say, but what's to do when you come?'
'Why, we shall follow our procedures with your husband to a further point, though to your greater benefit. The young man will be put through his paces. It is time that he covered you, Maude-gave you the grand salute'.
'Oh, Miss, I don't know as what Elsie would say to that!'
'Can she but benefit from it, Maude? Not only will she see his true prowess, but will be able to berate him thereafter for having succumbed to my whims. She will become the mistress of his affairs. Being split between her own charms and yours, he will in future be most easily handled. Your husband thereby will be humbled, too'.
Chapter Thirteen
Elsie Smith was of a physical conformation that could be matched by any of five thousand girls in England. In a word, there was nothing about her that did not please the eye. Her hair was long, for she had tired of clipping it herself, and so let it flow down her back. Her titties were smallish and pumpkin-shaped, being very firm to the palms as the vigourous Vicar had already discovered. Being slim, her waist was of an exceedingly small compass which yielded much pleasure to the eyes when her naked charms were exposed, for the slight swelling of her hips made her bottom seem just delightfully larger than it really was.
Four summers had already passed since Elsie had yielded her pearly sprinklings to the steady urging of the Vicar's cock. A year later, when she was seventeen, he had induced her to offer her nether cheeks to his manly tool while kneeling on the couch in his study. Elsie had suffered some discomfort during that first attempt, but having been anxiously adjured by her mother not to make a fuss, she had finally taken the whole of his corker up into her bottomhole.
On that occasion, Elsie vividly remembered that her Mama had peeped-if but for a second-upon the scene. With the Vicar's hand clamped around her mouth as he entered his pego deep between her pert bottom cheeks, her tongue between his fingers and her eyes somewhat bulging, Elsie had-for a split moment-met the eyes of her mother as Maude peeped through the door and then hastily withdrew, seemingly thankful that her daughter was being 'ac-comodated'.
In part, Elsie still resented that, for she held to the old-fashioned theory that one should enjoy one's pleasures (however doubtful at first) in private.
Vanessa had already gathered from Mary that many girls were like this and thus-without ever having met Elsie- she judged her to be similar. In fact it could be said that from various indiscretions that had dropped from Maude's lips, Vanessa had taken in the entire situation and perceived quickly enough how she might amuse herself with such outwardly 'ordinary' country folk. Thereby she would also gather more experience and hence drew on her gloves that evening with great certainty of having the strength of mind to do so.
Having a far-reaching mind, Vanessa also saw this occasion as a rehearsal for such as she might attempt on higher levels of Society, the trick being in this immediate case that whereas Mabel's aunt was a lady fit for sport, Maude would have to prove herself to be.
Armed with two bottles of fine port which she felt would help to set the ball a-rolling (a pun that she did not mentally miss, though putting it into the plural), Vanessa arrived punctually to be greeted at the front door in hushed whispers by Maude that she 'had got 'em here'.
'Good, we must talk a little then', Vanessa said.
As has been mentioned, she found herself then over the threshold and immediately within the living room, or the parlour, as common parlance has it, and was there introduced to an intrigued and wondering Elsie and her gawping husband, Alfred.
'Drink up, my dears, I wish first to talk to the mistress of the house', Vanessa announced to the great pride of Maude who had never been called such before. 'Uncork the bottles, Alfred, and pour', Vanessa threw over her shoulder while then closeting herself with Maude in the small lobby that intervened between the parlour and the kitchen and from which a short and narrow flight of stairs led to the two bedrooms above.
'Thomas?' asked Vanessa in a whisper.
'Pushed him upstairs, Miss, and told him to keep out of the way'.
'Wise, Maude, but not the best way to humble him. You will permit me? Wait a minute'.
And with that Vanessa tripped up the worn but sturdy stairs whereat to the mystification and curiosity of Maude came certain mumblings from above which endured for some minutes before Vanessa descended.
'What's to do, Miss?'
'He is under instruction, Maude. Have you not sometimes wished at the Vicarage that you could ordain and direct matters as you wished? Of course you have. Hereafter you may practise your own sports, and with the advantage of one or two girls I may send you. First you must prove yourself to me, however, and in the way we have already agreed. Up your skirts now and tuck them up. You have no drawers on, I take it, have you? No. Good!'
'Oh, Miss, no-I can't in front of Elsie', flustered Maude now that the moment had come, her bottom and thighs already having been hesitantly uncovered. Vanessa herself saw to the bundling and tucking-up of Maude's skirts in a manner that would not allow them easily to fall.
'I want to see you suck every drop of sperm out of Alfred's cock, my dear, and for that I shall accord you two sovereigns for your pains'.
'Well, Miss, I don't know', Maude mumbled, trying to hang back in the confined space.
'Three, then, but that is my limit. Perform, Maude, and hereafter you shall be able to direct your own performers. In with you, please!'
'Miss!' squeaked Maude at the abrupt opening of the door into the parlour whereat Elsie let out a shriek and Alfred's over-eager glass wobbled in his hand. The rude vision of his mother-in-law's plump thighs, broad belly and dark, thick thatch coming suddenly upon him for the first time, he felt a guilty if crudely-excited stirring in his loins.
'Mum?' gasped Elsie whose utterance was totally ignored.
'Stand against the wall, Maude, please, for I have you on show', directed Vanessa. 'Alfred, put down your glass and lower your trousers, please. This INSTANT!'
'Alf, you dare!', came from Elsie.
'Girl, be quiet! You are under my instructions for your mutual benefit. Alfred, you are not obeying!'
'Ar, but she might not like it, Miss!'
'Your mother-in-law has not seen it yet, you dolt, so how can she say whether she does or not? Let us see your apparatus, sir!' Vanessa snapped while a flush-faced Maude's knees bent a little and she pressed her ample bottom against the whitewashed wall.
'Tell him, Maude, or all is lost', hissed Vanessa dramatically into Maude's ear, whereat came a dry-mouthed utterance from that lady of, 'Yes, Alf, do as she says'.
'Oh, Mum!' wailed Elsie again at that, whereupon Vanessa turned sharply around and brought her gloved hand to slap against the girl's right cheek.
'I said QUIET, and I mean QUIET!'
'Oh-wer!' wobbled Elsie and watched unbelievingly as her husband of less than a year uncovered that which
