Mary Suckit

Yvonne

CHAPTER I

Miss Marie was a rather elderly lady, indeed above forty years of age. She was tall, meager, and somewhat large, her haunches and back parts were well developed and her breasts properly separated but not too prominent. Her glowing auburn hair was combed tightly off her ample forehead and gathered to a knot at the back of her head. Her conduct was extremely correct and modest, her large dark eyes, of undeterminable colour, were generally gazing preoccupied into the space or looking virtuously down before her, but at times, when hidden behind the thin, almost transparent lids, they sent forth sparkling, golden flashes, which betrayed the fire brewing under her modest and chaste surface.

For about a fortnight Marie had been the governess of Yvonne, a father and motherless girl, living with her old infirm grandfather.

Yvonne was an insignificant brunette, neither pretty, nor ugly; she was short, plump, pale, with big brown eyes in an oval face, surrounded by darkbrown lustreless hair. She was rather slow in her movements and decidedly slow in learning; her ignorance had became almost a proverb at the convent, in which she had received her education. I do not want to know all that, “I'll take a learned husband,” thus was her answer, whenever she was called upon to do some intellectual work. Nor did she like hand-work, she knew scarcely how to manage a needle, but nobody was more clever than she, when the question was, how to dress one's head or how to form one's hair into natural curls, and nobody had fingers more apt for tying a knot or arranging a bow.

She was far from talkative, and in the beginning Marie was rather at a loss what to do with her silent companion.

Yvonne was prejudiced against her. Marie was fulfilling the place of a companion and chaperon, but she was called Yvonne's governess; governess means a lady, who has the care of instructing a young girl and Yvonne did not like to be instructed any longer. She was going to marry, that was what she aimed at.

To her great regret her grandfather's health and her own young age prevented her coming out; but time might change that and then — !

When left to herself she thought of nothing but this husband «imaginaire.» She seemed to feel his kisses on her lips, and hear him whisper loving words in her ear. She devoured secretly all sorts of novels and comedies and learned by heart the most exciting parts. Her whole body yearned for love; her imagination increased her passions; and she felt the blood throbbing in her aching head and limbs as if the veins would burst. One sleepless night, while still at the convent, she had tried to calm the palpitation of her sensual parts by placing her hand over the panting lips of her hairless cunt; without knowing what she was about, she put her middle-finger on the little button at the top of the lips and began to tickle and hay it in different ways. This excited her greatly; she quickened the action of her hand, opened her lips and breathed laboriously; her thighs trembled, her bottom moved up and down, till with one final heave she spent her virgin spunk. The sensation was so delicious, the deathlike sleep which followed was so ravishing, that she repeated the exercise, whenever she had an opportunity of doing so-For the last two years she had had her monthly courses regularly and especially at the end of this period her desire became more ardent than ever and the following morning a circumstained middle-finger or even two and three fingers bore tokens of the night's pleasure.

Marie would have been delighted if she had been aware of this. She was in possession of outrageously lustful passions and suffered physically and mentally, when in the impossibility of satisfying her sensual desires. Under her correct and modest out ward appearance burned a violent fire; no salacious wantonness was sufficiently voluptuous for her; she would enjoy erotic pleasures of any sort with her own sex or with men. Her greatest delight was to play with a man's well developed cock, to cover and uncover its head, to tongue and suck it, while tickling on his balls; but at the same time she wanted a wench to suck her clitoris and to lick up her spendings as she discharged. The question was, however, not so much how she spent, if she had but the opportunity of feeling her spunk flow in torrents.

Previous to taking up her residence with Yvonne, she had performed the same duties in another family beside a young, lively, hot-tempered girl, who was just now on her wedding-trip. It was in fact her marrying, that compelled Marie to leave a situation, that gave her every possible satisfaction.

At this house she had made the acquaintance of her actual lover, Mr. Grosvit.

He was a man between the two ages, tall and lean. His skin was soft and fair like that of a woman, the thin hair which crowned his bald head was of the palest gold colour and behind his gold-rimmed spectacles sparkled two almost colourless eyes with a remarkable brightness.

He was a doctor of medicine, but for some unknown reasons never practised as a physician; his means permitted him to lead an independent life, and if he chose to occupy himself as a teacher, it was partly to utilise his extraordinary knowledge of botany, partly to turn off the notice from his more private occupations.

As he was so very serious and a married man, the families, in which he gave his lessons, did not keep up so rigorous a surveillance, as they would have done if he had been younger and considered handsome. He was, indeed, often left alone with his pupils and what advantage he took of this circumstance may be seen from what follows.

One day Marie came unexpectedly into the room, where Mr. Grosvit gave his lesson. May be that the thick carpets deepened the sound of her steps, may be that both teacher and pupil were deepened by their excited passions, at any rate, neither of them perceived her entrance and she could contemplate their attitude at her ease for several minutes.

Both were sitting at a table covered with plants and books, to which they paid little or no attention. Their eyes were fixed upon one another's faces, their lips were apart and their breath came and went turbulently. Dr. Grosvit had unbuttoned his trousers and drawn forth an enormous prick, at the present moment raised to its full length. He kept one hand on the open book before him; with the other he guided that of the young girl and made her cover and uncover the crimson head of his magnificent prick.

For a minute Marie remained motionless on the threshold of the door; she grew almost as agitated as the two actors; and she nearly envied the gamy girl the pleasure of handling this beautiful specimen of a man's cock.

With a smothered cry she suddenly dashed forward and placed herself between the doctor and the gamy girl, who, in her surprise let go the prick. She faced her pupil with burning cheeks and flaming eyes, but at the same time she led her hand backward, seized the doctor's still stiff and palpitating member and gave it a most hearty squeeze.

The doctor had for a minute been somewhat troubled. He knit his brows and a half smothered “Confound it” pressed itself forth between his teeth; but at the rather rough caress and feeling her cool fingers quickly titillating on his balls, his face brightened; he heaved a sigh of deliverance and smiled understandingly to himself.

The gamy girl felt herself lost; she shut her eyes in tremendous dismay and awaited the crushing verdict.

— Ah, you are, indeed, a charming girl! I wonder, how long this has lasted. Do you not know, that you are my ward; that it is for me to direct your instruction and not for you to pick up knowledge behind my back. This is your lesson of botany. If you wished to become acquainted with Mr. Grosvit's tantalizing cockey, you ought to have told me so and I should have seen what to do for you.

She had released her hand of the doctor's cock and he had once more buttoned his trousers. He rose and bowed respectfully to her.

— Madam, said he; I hope you will do me the honour to accompany your ward, as you call this young lady, to my rooms in town and that you will be so kind as to help me to initiate her into the delicious mystery of the science called venery.

Mary agreed to his proposal and for several months they met regularly at his private rooms, hired for the purpose, and indulged in the most intoxicating lasciviousness.

Their meetings were interrupted by the young girl's wedding and Mary was even prevented from making her own appearance at their usual rendezvous ever since she entered upon her new situation. The wish dearest to her heart was to make Yvonne replace her ancient pupil and join her and her lover in their accustomed orgies, partly because she preferred a trio to a duo, partly because this would be the best means to remove the most inconvenient obstacle in her way when she wanted to be fucked by her lover.

CHAPTER II

She had succeeded in making him Yvonne's teacher. Her present aim was to learn whether she fulfilled the necessary requirements and was sufficiently hot-tempered to enjoy the pleasures, in which she delighted herself.

One day, Yvonne received a small parcel containing a book and several photographic pictures. It was sent as recommended parcel post and nothing indicated from where or by whom it was sent.

Mary took care to go out of the room, when she was about to open it; she knew that the mysterious package proceeded from Dr. Grosvit and that it was the first link of the chain, by which they intended to bind her. As soon as Yvonne saw the first picture, it was clear before her, what must be the nature of the book, with the presence of mind peculiar to girls of her age on similar occasions, she hid the whole thing in her chest of drawers, locked it up, concealed the key on her bosom, underneath her corset and took, apparently quite unaffected, to found on what in the world she could show Mary, if she asked to see what she had received.

But it was no part of Mary's plan to embarrass her, she therefore quickly reentered and took up her work without making inconvenient questions.

During the whole afternoon, Yvonne thought of nothing but her mysterious parcel and she went several times upstairs to make preparations for the night, the only time she could examine it without being disturbed.

She plugged up the key-hole of the door between Mary's and her own bedroom, for fear that her governess might see the light and interrupt the reading and she secured a reserve candle in case the lecture should outlast that which she had got in her candlestick.

At their usual hour Mary and Yvonne went to their own rooms. Mary went quietly to bed and soon fell asleep. Under the pretext of taking a foot-bath Yvonne shut the door between their rooms, then ran to her wardrobe, opened it and took out her package. She carried it to her dressing-table and untied the twine. The first thing that fell into her hand was the photographic picture of a man and a woman, taken at the very moment he is going to fuck her. It was taken from behind and both were quite naked. Though alone in her room a sense of maidenly bashfulness seized Yvonne and. she threw down the picture, her face and neck all crimson with shame. She began to undress but soon stopped and rested motionless before the dressing table, her hands clenched against her breast as if to silence the throbbing of her heart.

Then she ventured a second attempt and again took up the picture. She saw naked legs twisted together in the most wonderful way and she began to follow the outlines of each limb in order to see whether it belonged to the man or to the woman. She succeeded in discerning the man's legs and thighs, his bottom and burn hole; but where all these things united she saw an enormous member, something like a child's arm from the elbow to the wrist, but the hand was wanting and it seemed to be a part of the man's body. She contemplated it for a long time without getting any wiser. At length her head and eyes began to ache and she left it for a later inspection and began to admire the woman's well-formed body. It was only then she observed that the dreadful thing of which she did not know the name pointed just toward the woman's gaping miss and seemed destined to attack it.

She threw down the picture a second time, her face all aglow, and hurriedly tore off her clothes and tumbled into bed. In shelter of her blankets she took all the pictures in her hand and looked then over.

They represented almost all the same young man and woman in different strange attitudes the signifying of which Yvonne did not quite understand, but on all of them the wonderful unknown limb seemed to be the object of principal attention.

The last five pictures constituted the key to the mystery. They evidently belonged to the same series and were numbered 1, 2, amp;c. On no. 1 a man was lying on his back turning his fundament to the viewer. His thighs were wide open and his very pretty sensual parts and wrinkly bottom hole were fully displayed. Around the orifice, along the legs and towards the navel she observed the most charming little silky curls which at the root of the thighs accumulated to quite a little wood. Yvonne knew that boys satisfy their natural wants through a small finger like thing attached to their belly and it was evident to her that the member, which justed out underneath the wood must be this thing. The wrinkled balls to which the pego seemed attached puzzled her very much; and she wondered what it was intended for; but she was charmed with it and wished she could take it into her hand and toy and finger it.

By this time, the water pressed so violently on Yvonne's bladder, that she was obliged to get out of bed and send a boiling torrent of amber coloured water into the pot.

Nestled in her bed, she took up no. 2, which presented about the same view, but the pego was bigger and had at its top a little very pretty and very smooth projection, like the cup of an acorn.

On no. 3, it had quite outgrown the ball, which, however seemed fuller and harder than on the other pictures. The folds of the skin and the veins were very distinct on the pego and its knob attached to the shaft by a ringlet of skin had assumed a goodly size; it rested against a cushion, pressing down its soft surface, and seemed so smooth, so delicate, so dear, so sweet, that Yvonne could have kissed it on the spot. The blood was boiling in her veins; a sharp shivering sensation passed through her body and the little button between her legs was throbbing more violently than ever. She pressed her thighs together and put down her hand between them to stop the tickling feeling in her little Fanny. The water pressed again on her bladder, she wringed from one side to another and rubbed her buttocks against the sheet, but she had to jump out of bed. A gentle trickling in the night ware substituted the voluptuous discharge.

Yvonne was quite exhausted when she lay down again. How provoking I It was always when she was enjoying the most delicious sensations, that this want to piddle came over her every second minute.

The two last photographs exhibited the pego, from different sides, at full stretch with a very smooth and big head.

By this time Yvonne knew what was the enormous member that had so astonished her on the first pictures. She understood pretty well, too, that the woman liked to play with it; but how on earth could that little innocent thing attain such formidable proportions? Convinced that the book would inform her of all this, she began her lecture.

After a description of a very lasciviously furnished property, belonging to a very lewd old gentleman, she read a letter in which the said gentleman describes a visit he has had from two twelve and thirteen years old girls. It was replete with words and expressions, she never heard of, but which evidently all referred to the man's, delicious weapon and to the girl's Fannies.

Her heart leaped with joy. To be caressed by a man it was not necessary to get married, it was not even necessary to be a grownup lady: the gentlemen like very much the little girls and are fond of caressing their white skin. Yvonne thought how charming it would be to feel a man's hand move slowly up her naked buttocks and spine and down her trembling thighs.

One sentence puzzled her very much. She read: «Cerise let my Cock quite covered with saliva, enter into the pretty Blanche.»

It was evident that the «Cock» meant the famous instrument, of which a specimen, in effigy, was lying on the blanket before her, but how could it enter into a girl? She was not aware that a girl's body was provided with an aperture sufficiently large for this purpose.

Nature, however, prompted Yvonne to look for it in the right place. She swiftly conducted her right hand between her warm thighs and with her middle finger tried to penetrate the little button, in which she felt such a tingling sensation when caressing herself. She fingered it all over, thinking of the Cock that had to enter there, but she found no entrance. Her hand went farther downwards and three fingers entered her already juicy Cunt the very moment a copious discharge sent her into an agony of delight. She lay for several minutes, soaking with bliss, and she certainly would have fallen soundly asleep as usual, if the temptation to finish the charming book had not kept her awake. The next tale related that the same gentleman one day took a young girl for a walk in the poultry-yard and there he showed a cock on the back of a hen, and explained to her that the cock was putting something into a little orifice underneath the hen's tail and that he did so in order to make chickens.

Then the gentlemen took her into the stable and conducting the pony into the stall of the mare, let her assist at an act of copulation. With the most lascivious delight, Yvonne read of the caresses which the pony bestowed on his beloved, and there she learned that it is the pleasure of caressing the female sexual parts, which makes appear the enormous member. The book described how the pony, rearing, embraced the mare with his forelegs and made his big Cock enter into her. The mare kept quite straight and far from opposing any resistance, seemed to enjoy it very much. Biting her back, the pony began in and out movements.

The young girl of the book did not understand that it could be a pleasure to have that big thing within her; but Yvonne did: she yearned for love and a big, big throbbing cock between the palpitating lips of her Fanny. Then she learned how the gentleman put his hand up under the girl's petticoats and fondled her firm thighs and curly haired mount Venus. Yvonne caressed her own thighs and passed her hand between her legs to the curly haired mount Venus; but there was no hair.

She stopped for a moment at this new wonder, but soon remembered that, in the preceding tale, in the description of the two little girls, the gentleman had spoken of their «hairless cunts,» probably, some girls were bald as Yvonne and some covered with hair as the girl of the book.

The gentleman went on fondling his girl, and he felt that «her shift was quite wet; she had discharged». How charming to learn all these expressions!

Yvonne was wild with joy, she clenched her fists and pressed the upper part of her arm against her body in the wildest ecstasy.

Employing terms like «prick, Jack, rammer», the gentleman then bold, how he opened his trousers and took out his bursting cock. No matter, by this time Yvonne knew what he meant! He put it in the girl's hand, but she set up a terrible cry and thrust back his weapon. What a fool! If it had been Yvonne, she would have taken the dear thing into her hands, would have kissed it and licked it and bitten it; if the man had only an orifice like the woman, she would have put her hand, her whole arm into his soft, burning inside and would have taken full possession of him in an in and outside embrace.

Writhing and wriggling her lustful backside in ecstasy, it was almost impossible for Yvonne to continue the reading. She succeeded, however, in pacifying her movements and as in a dream hurriedly ran her eyes over the last page of the tale, detailing how the gentleman at length accomplished to penetrate the foolish girl (very foolish, thought Yvonne) who screamed loudly, but who after sometime grew as happy as the gentleman himself, crossed her pretty legs on his back, wriggled and loved with pleasure and alternatively kissed and bit her delighted partner. When she came to the sentence, describing the supreme moment, Yvonne felt a boiling liquid ooze down her own thighs and buttocks. Her arms and legs relaxed, her fingers let go the book which glided unnoticed to the ground and she fell soundly asleep, exhausted with the unwonted excitement and the late hours.

Yvonne was the happy owner of a pretty little Russian pud-dog, which she had received as a present on her return from the convent. It was a quiet young she-dog. As it would be rather inconvenient to take it with them in the afternoon, when they went shopping or set out for a walk in the Bois de Boulogne, Mary and Yvonne took the little thing for a walk in the neighbourhood every morning before breakfast.

Now it happened the very next day that another little dog, a black silky-haired Spanish poodle, fell to love with the pug-dog's young charms and cautiously followed her sometimes at a little distance, sometimes treading closely on her heels, smelling her sexual parts with evident delight.

Both Mary and Yvonne perceived the fact, but neither of them made any allusion to it. Mary found some pretext for entering a shop and as it was in their own street, only a few houses from home, she allowed Yvonne to re-enter alone. Yvonne pretended great natural want and said she would get indoors in a hurry.

She entered the house still followed by the two dogs and to make him more confident, she feigned not to see the strange one; he had evidently his experiences and was pretty well aware that he was going astray. She accomplished, however, to make him enter the room, locked the door, and began to contemplate his proceedings. The pug was not at all disposed to let the poodle have his way. She fled from one end of the room to the other, the poodle get more and more lustful so that when Yvonne took hold of her pug to facilitate his attacks he forget all prudence and approached. He pressed his young love to his belly with his fore-paws, hugging her with all his might, and from the little piddling-instrument between his wide-spread hinter-legs emerged a glaring red point all smooth and moist, which he eagerly shrived to put into the pug dog's enchanting orifice. He had not yet accomplished his task when Yvonne felt the well-known thrilling sensation pass through her whole body.

Being momentarily satisfied herself, and not daring continue the seance till Mary came in, she rose to turn out her impudent visitor which was no easy stroke of work; she had to approach and to release the pug with her hands, when, doing so, she felt a soft dew on her fingers and observed that the whole floor was sprinkled with the poodle's discharged sperm. On entering half an hour later than Yvonne, Mary met the poodle stealing shyly out of the street-door, and she guessed what had happened.

When Grosvit. arrived, he asked Mary to accompany him and Yvonne to the Bois de Meudon in order that they might profit by the fine weather and take a lesson of botany in the open air.

They took the train for Meudon. Being the only occupants of the first class carriage in which they and entered each sat down in a corner. Mary had taken her seat alone at one end of the compartment, and was looking abstractedly at the changing landscape they were passing by. Yvonne was seated at the other end opposite to Mr. Grosvit, who directly took to reading his paper, all the while keeping an eye upon his neighbour.

Since the day before, Yvonne had fixed her eyes clandestinely on the closing of all male trousers, she had perceived that that of Mr. Grosvit was of rather voluminous pre-eminence; she would have liked to see what was within and supposed-justly-that he must have a very big prick. She seated herself comfortably, as if going to sleep, but in reality, to have a good look to the interesting point. Dear me! two or three buttons of his trousers were undone, and through the opening, she got a glimpse of a bit of shirt, some auburn curly hair and soft rose and cream-coloured flesh. She blushed, and seeing this, the doctor began caressing his lustful tool quite mechanically, and with a very natural gesture, above his spacious trousers made of the finest stuff. It was not long in cocking, and he then withdrew his hand and absorbed himself entirely in his lecture, while his Priape leaped and leaped in his trousers, as if it were an eel.

Yvonne turned red and white with astonishment and delight. The old thrilling sensation in her breasts and little Fanny became so intense that she could scarcely resist the temptation to suck up her clothes, and frig herself. The doctor was equally overwhelmed, and was on the point of bringing everything to the light when, by a good fortune, the train stopped at Meudon station, where the first thing Yvonne did was to go to the W. C. to calm her excited feelings by a hurried frigging and discharge.

They climbed to the wood and soon found a charming very lovely little opening surrounded by thick underwood.

Mary sat down under a tall beech tree at some distance from the others. She had brought a novel with her, and soon became so intent upon his book, that she had neither eves nor ears for her companions.

Grosvit lay down on the lawn resting the upper part of his body on his left arm, while his back was turned to Mary. Yvonne was sitting opposite to him gazing, preoccupied into the space. She had accomplished to finish the book and was now dreaming of all she would do, if she were free and master of her fortune. She would build a house like that of the gentleman in the book, in a remoted part of the town, and she would have a big room in the middle of the building, charmingly furnished, but with no windows. The principal furniture should be a large, low couch on which she, Yvonne, would lie, lightly dressed in a white muslin garb. The room should be splendidly illumined by rose coloured electric lamps, which would make her look very pretty and tempting. Her palace should be kept in custody by stout Arabic eunuchs (if Yvonne had known what is an eunuch, she would perhaps not have chosen them for her male guards) who, by the fact of their being deep and dumb, be sure not to betray her paradise. Whenever she found a young man with whom she should like to offer to the lovely Goddess Venus, she would send him word to come to a certain street corner; her carriage and faithful servants should await him, give him the watchword, blind fold him and bring him to her. What splendid feasts she should have shut up in this safe place, far away from the boisterous world.

Grosvit interrupted her meditations, observing, that now they had reposed themselves for a good while, he thought it time to go to work and herborize. Leaving Mary to her lecture, they dived into the wood one searching to the right, the other to the, left. Grosvit, however, did not go too far from Yvonne-he had his plan fixed, and Yvonne kept at a certain distance of the doctor in the hope that she might get another and fuller glimpse of his tool, when he, profiting by her absence-as she supposed he would do- drew out his big thing to piddle. She was very curious to see how big it was. It seemed as if she was going to be disappointed. She found time long, decided to approach him to ask an explication about a plant she had found.

Grosvit pretended not to see her coming. He drew out his pego, and began to piddle using his prick which, at the present moment was soft and flabby, as a water-port, amusing himself with irrigating the plants to the right and to the left, sometimes sending a sudden jet of water right a loft, sometimes down before him. As he had foreseen, Yvonne stopped suddenly and squatted down behind some bushes from where she could see everything without-as she thought-being seen herself. This was what the doctor desired her to do. Having finished his pissing, the took to uncover the rose-coloured head of his prick and began to work it up slowly, but surely as a man who is in no hurry, and who knows how to lengthen a pleasure. It soon got erect and stiffened, swelling till it had attained a size, Yvonne never dreamed of. She gaped at this wonder with wide opened eyes. She licked her lips thinking how smooth and soft that coral button must be to touch with the tip of her tongue; of course her own hand wandered under her petticoats and her fingers were not idle; but how pleasant it would have been, if she could have replaced them by that glossy member and could have felt the top of it moving slowly up and down the smooth inside of her longing cunt.

The doctor toged his prick for well-nigh % quarter of an hour, all the while speaking to himself, but so loud, that the little one could hear every word. This was the sense of what she heard:

— Indeed, that little Yvonne is a charming girl. How quickly I cock for her! — What a pretty, little hairless cunt she must have! If I could but tongue it and drink her spendings or tickle her rose-coloured clitoris with the big knob of my prick! I am sure, she would like to play with my big sausage and to suck its swelling nut, but I dare not make the first step. If she would but make the least advance, I should not hesitate. Oh! the little minx, how I should make her spend! She has no idea, what a lewd I am and how many different pleasures I can give the little girls without breaking through their maiden head. If she knew it, she would not hesitate. Oh! I feel, it is coming. The liquid of my cods is shed for her. -Oh! I am spending, spending for Yvonne-! How delicious-! I say, Yvonne, look here-! Oh, come- take it-it is all for you, if you would but — ah!

It was quite a torrent of boiling sperm he had discharged over his fingers and hand. He exposed his prick for another minute, waiting till it was quite relaxed and then shut it up in his trousers, walking in the opposite direction of the bushes, behind which Yvonne was hidden. Arrived at a certain distance he stopped and called her by name.

The little wanton girl was then in quite an extraordinary state of rut, and by instinct directly knew what she had to do. She replied to his call, and when she saw, that he was approaching, tucked up her petticoats to her belly, squatted down as if she was piddling and began to frig herself, bending her head to see her finger toying her strutting clitoris. Having contemplated her doings for a minute or so, the doctor cried out:-What a charming spectacle!

Yvonne rose, looking very timid and bashful, let down her clothes and went up to Grosvit. Without saying a word both directed their steps towards the place, where they had left Mary reading. Yvonne advanced hesitatingly; she was very astonished that the doctor did not attempt a single indiscretion; but the good man was rather exhausted with his late exertion and was obliged to recover strength before he entered on further dissipations.

After having partaken of some refreshments and a glass of wine, which Mary had brought with her, the doctor and Yvonne left the governess at her lecture and sat down at some distance from her to examine the herbs and plants they had gathered. Sitting down Grosvit swiftly undid the flap of his trousers and made penetrate about one half of his cock.

Yvonne was already absorbed in her own thoughts when her teacher called her by name. She drew her eyes from the infinite blue and fixed them on his face; but feeling the blood rush to her checks under his scrutinizing regards, she soon cast them down. By this movement they fell upon Mr. Grosvit's half-strutting prick, which seemed to be growing out of his trousers. It thrilled her through; she could not hear herself from the enchanting sight and was wild with desire to touch it. Half paralysed she raised her eyes to his face. He smiled to her and pointed quite naturally to his unruly member. Answering to an imploring look from Yvonne he unbuttoned another button and drew forth the whole of his magnificent instrument, by this time being at full stretch. It was as Yvonne learned by later experiences of an enormous size but perfectly shaped and of a soft cream colour. He passed his and over it once or twice, backward and forward, and then shook it deliberately. Yvonne lay quite still, rooted to the spot. Unconsciously she stretched out her hand, but Grosvit put his finger on his lips to recommend her silence and sent a meaning look towards the place, where Mary was still absorbed in her reading. She retired it blushing and cast down her eyes. It was not till then, that she realized her impudity.

The doctor took his newspaper in his breast-pocket, spread it over his knees and placed the herbs and plants upon it, as if afraid that they might be lost in the grass.

He, then, seized Yvonne's left hand and conducted it under the paper to his throbbing prick. But the child was for the moment really timid and tore it from him just as it touched his soft warm flesh, and as Mary at the same time called their attention to an approaching thunder-cloud, he buttoned himself up and rose. A few minutes later they were hurrying to the station, while a rumbling of thunder announced the storm that was brewing.

CHAPTER III

Two days later, on a splendid midsummer-day, they met by appointment on the same spot and at the same time.

«Two perfectly shaped rounded buttocks,

«a charming, hairless, rose-coloured slit,

«called cunt, that was, what my enraptured