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

«eyes saw in the wood the other day.

«A splendid view! My big palpitating prick is

«longing to make its acquaintance. My lips

«are burning with desire to kiss some other

«soft lips. Give me your spunk, child, I

«shall drink your health in your delicious

«spendings. When, where? — Soon, is it

«not. Come to me in the wood, and deliver

«my bursting cockey; suck it, milk it! And

«we shall both die away in all the raptures of satisfied desire.»

This was the letter which Grosvit had prepared in advance, and which he presented to Yvonne, by stealth, on saying how do you do. She went a little way off, stooped down to pick some weeds and at the same time read her missive.

After twenty minutes of rest Grosvit and Yvonne rose to go in search of plants. They took apposite directions but by making a circuit they accomplished to join one another in the thicket. Grosvit clasped the girl in his arms, kissing her half-open mouth with tongue and lips, tickling her ears with his mustachios and feeling and fondling her bubbing bubbies and the rounding of her fine, well-developed bottom. He was going to slip his hand under her petticoats when Yvonne, with a sudden movement knelt down on the grass and swiftly unbuttoned his trousers. The girl's unexpected proceedings and the excitement of his preceding caresses had brought his cock to halfstand, so that it quite bulged out his shirt. He was leaning against a tree and in this position took his prick into his hand and began to frig it. Yvonne's astonished and curious eyes were fixed on his hand as it flew up and down the immense shaft of his cockey, keeping the glowing head uncovered and all the threads of the froenum well stretched.

— Look, Yvonne, said he; it is you who ought to toy my prick; your little hand or sweet tongue would directly call forth the liquid of love; it would pour down your throat and you would drink my health in my own sperm. Oh, you little witch, only thinking of it, makes me spend. Oh, Yvonne! it is coming-Take it, darling, take, it-ah!

Suddenly she saw his legs stiffen and the pear-coloured foaming spunk flashing out from his bursting knob, while his hand dropped lifeless between his thighs.

Yvonne had never ceased gazing at his prick; she felt her own thighs stiffen; it seemed as if his immense shaft was attached to her own belly and that it was she, who received his caresses.

When the final rapture came, she was almost beside herself with excitement, she pressed her hand down between her thighs, squeezing her petticoats between her fingers, and as the jet of spunk shot out from his ruby head, her virgin cunt followed suit. Though still of a goodly size his cock had come be quite limp and hang down its head. Seeing that it was going to disappear, she half-reluctantly-for decency's sake-put her little hand into his trousers and drew out the whole affair, balls and all. Delighted at the sight of the pretty toy she pressed her lips on it. just between the root of the shaft and the cods and then began examining it closely. Her cheeks were all aglow with excitement and her whole body seemed on fire. She gently titillated the prick and balls with the tip of her fingers and it soon regained its full vigour. The doctor asked her to look under the skin which still covered part of its head and at the same time approached her coral lips. She did as he bade her and remembering, what she had seen on some of the pictures, her anonymous friend had sent her, took its rosy head into her mouth, closing her lips around it and titillating it with her tongue to the intense gratification of the doctor, who involuntarily began some in and out movements of his delighted prick. Yvonne let go her hold and raised her head to see it all moist with saliva. But the doctor was too excited to permit a longer inspection of his mascular charms. He leaned with half-shut eyes and open lips against the tree and continuing to thrust his instrument forward, whispered:

— Go on, go on, darling!

She again took the vermilion knob into her mouth and by help of her tongue and lips over-whelmed it with caresses, while one hand frigged at the root of his prick, and the other gently handled the cods. The doctor was brought to the wildest state of excitement; his hands pressed her head toward his body, which advanced to meet it; the grand crisis seized him and with a smothered cry of delight he shot forth a torrent of burning sperm. The liquid poured down her throat and threatened to suffocate her; she instantly withdrew and gazed at the limp member. To her great surprise she beheld the so lately rampant weapon drooping its head and retiring within its shell, while some few drops of the milky white liquor were oozing from the small orifice in its head. It was reduced to a mere shadow of its former self while she gazed at it, and the foreskin gradually covered the lately so fiery and bursting head. Mr. Grosvit put it back into his trousers, covered it with his shirt and buttoned it up; he then sat down, crossing his legs «a la mode turque», and took the girl into his arms, laying her down over his thighs, her little full bottom nestling between his wide-spread legs. He supported her head with one arm, the hand of which tickled her left armpit and bosom. Yvonne thought herself transported into heaven. She shut her eyes and abandoned herself completely to his skilful-caresses. He glued his lips to hers and his tongue worked within her mouth and upon her tongue. His right hand lifted up her petticoats, unfastened her drawers and pulling them down wandered over her naked body, feeling her soft belly, thighs and beautiful hairless cunt. She opened her legs to facilitate his proceedings and the frigging of her cunt and clitoris speedily excited the amorous child to such an extent that she gave down her tribute on the altar of Venus with a deep and trembling sigh.

The doctor had caught sight of Mary between the bushes and motioned her to approach. She did so with loud cries of astonishment. Yvonne threw her arms around the doctor's neck and concealed her blushing face on his breast, while he, clasping her protectingly in his arm, tried to raise her drawers, Mary came up to the couple and kneeling down beside them, helped the doctor to fasten the drawers around Yvonne's waist. Her assistance, however, was of no great avail, for, being greatly excited herself-she had seen almost the whole scene-she suddenly put her hand under her dress and frigged her self madly, all the while scolding Grosvit and Yvonne in the softest tones.

— Good gracious! Doctor, how could you do such a thing. I am horrified beyond measure! Seducing a child under my care to all sort of indecency! Frigging her as if she was a grown-up woman! And probably you have made her gamahuche your prick in return. Say, didn't you? You put it into her mouth and poured out your spunk between her lips? O-h!

— It was so nice; let him finger your cunt as he did mine and you will never, never repent of it. Oh, do!

Turning towards Mary, who had sent down a most copious discharge, she threw her arms about her neck, kissed and tongued her, imploring her forgiveness. Mary returned her endearments, inhaling the odour of the doctor's sperm, of which she had been deprived so long, from her fresh, childish lips. She promised to forgive her, if she never spoke to any one of what had happened and if she engaged herself never to do anything the like again, without taking her, Mary, her own governess and very best friend, into her confidence.

They rose, took leave of Mr. Grosvit then and there and returned home. The afternoon passed as usual and not the least allusion was made to the incident in the wood. Though very kind and loving, Mary put on a rather serious face, which discouraged Yvonne, so that she did not venture to address her on the subject.

At ten o'clock they retired and having exchanged an affectionate goodnight-kiss each shut herself up in her own room. Yvonne undressed hurriedly, put her candle on the pot-stand beside her bed, and nestled down between her sheets, provided with all her delicious pictures. Mary undressed slowly, brushed her hair with salaciousness and put on her long white night-gown. Then she blew out her light and peeped through the key-hole to see what Yvonne was at. She could not get sight of her face, but hearing no noise but the crackling of paper, she softly opened the door and entered.

Yvonne heard the noise and, putting on a very innocent face, swiftly concealed her precious photographs under her sheets. Mary approached her bed without saying a word, sat down on the edge and pulled of the blankets, thus uncovering the pictures, which Yvonne kept clenched in her hand.

— What have you there, my dear?

Yvonne alternatively blushed and turned pale, and after some hesitation reluctantly ceded the treasure to her governess.

— Bless my soul, Yvonne! How did you get those dreadful pictures? Where on earth have they come from?

— Darling miss Mary, I really don't know. I received them some days ago by the post, and I cannot even guess, who sent them to me. If it be not…

She stopped blushing.

— You mean your teacher. Yes, it must be he, I suppose. Say, Yvonne, how long has this familiar intercourse between you lasted? It is very wrong, you know.

— Oh, don't be vexed, you are so good. I assure you, it has come all of a sudden. Yesterday, you know… and here Yvonne gave a true account of all that and happened.

— Well, my dear, said Mary, when she had finished her account. Since you have learned so much, I think it better to tell you all, that I should otherwise have reserved for a later moment. Look at this picture of a charming prick! In polite society it is called man's sexual parts, and it is, as you must know, very different from what is called woman's sexual parts. Look here!

And Mary raised her night-gown with an abrupt movement of her arm and exposed to Yvonne's searching look two perfectly shaped white thighs, a well-developed mount covered with thick curls of auburn hair, which ran up as far as her navel, divided by a pouting coral slit. Yvonne, whose erotic passions were wildly aroused by the sight, was going to touch it with her hand, when Mary swiftly let down her nightdress and recommenced her lecture on the pictures.

— As it is not convenient, that little girls should know anything about all this before they are in condition to combine practise with theory, we tell them, that the babies are found in the cabbage.

— Yes, interposed Yvonne, but that is not true. The babies are made in the womb of their mother.

— Yes. But do you know of what they are made?

Yvonne shook her head slowly, she knew perhaps, but was not quite sure.

— They are made of two different matters, one which issues from the father and another issuing from the mother. The masculine substance is formed in the testicles, as the physicians call them; there are two of them and they are hidden in a bag of skin, called the scrotum. All these are scientific names which I think it is useful you should know; women, being fond of their lovers give all these things a multitude of pet-names, some of which, I shall teach you by and by. It is the ball, which you see on this picture, above it is the penis, which has qualifications for different purposes. To begin with, it is from there the water pours out, when men piddle, and secondly, it is destined to be put into the woman to discharge the impregnating matter in her womb.

— Yes, I know, said Yvonne, nodding.

— You know! But who told you so, my dear?

— Oh, it was all in the book, you know.

— Which book?

— The book I received with the pictures. But oh, go on, darling miss Mary, I did not understand one half of it, and I must know all.

— Well, my dear, I'll continue. You know-that mental affections exert a certain influence on the blood, for instance, when you get perplexed or ashamed, it will rush to your cheeks, forehead and neck. You cannot help it. The affect asserting itself here is about the same. Looking at, or touching or sometimes but thinking of a woman excites a desire within the man to get into her. The blood rushes from his head and spine into his cock, fills it and makes it rise and swell out to an unknown size.

Yvonne's eyes beamed with pleasure. Like that she was an exceedingly pretty girl, passion quite transformed her. She squeezed Mary's arm and murmured:

— Oh, now I understand!

But Mary was in a hurry to finish the preliminaries and continued:

— The woman's sexual organs belong for the most to the interior parts of her body, as they are destined to receive the man's liquid and to contain the growing baby for about nine month's of its existence; they are very different from those of the man.

By this time Mary's hand had slipped under the blankets and got up to Yvonne's very pretty, but quite hairless mount Venus.

— Externally there are the inner and outer lips of pudenda, which conceal and protect the sheat.

Here Mary moved her hand within the lips and gradually tried to introduce a finger up her cunt.

— Oh, Mary, what are you at? Oh, don't — She squeezed her thighs together and Mary drew out her fingers and began to frig her button.

— This is the clitoris, the starting point for woman's sensual rapture.

— Mary was now frigging in good earnest and as Yvonne was accustomed to this game by means of her own finger, she willingly yielded to her caresses. Moreover this recalled to her mind the intoxicating scene in the wood. Mary soon called forth the supreme crisis. She had then become so excited herself that she slipped into the bed, pulled up her night-gown, and lying upon Yvonne, pressing and clasping her close, opened the lips of both their quims and squeezing them together quite pushed them into each other.

— You like that, darling, don't you? But it ought to be a big prick, with a rosy-red head, that your little cunt engulfed. A good big prick, very stiff, and hard as iron. It should rub in and out your sweet little cunt, and the full knob should tickle your entrails, till a torrent of boiling sperm was shed into your little womb.

The little one lay mute in her arms, but the heaving and writhings of her body showed, that she was not impassive. Mary threw her arms about her loins and rubbed their quims together, at first slowly, then more and more violently, till the warmth, the friction of her hand lips against the girls bald cunt, the contact of their excited buttons and naked bodies, their kisses and tonguing brought on such a spasm of delight, that not only the cunt of Yvonne, but her thighs, arse and buttocks were wetted with their united abundant spendings.

They lay soaking in bliss for about half an hour. Then Mary rose, fetched a sponge and removed the tracks of her bawdiness from the girl's slender forms. Yvonne lay motionless with closed eyes, so that Mary thought her asleep; but when she had covered her carefully with the blankets and was going to leave the room on tip-toe, took hold of her nightgown and asked:

— Tell me, Mary, pray! Where those the naughty words that you employed just now, you know?

Mary smiled and nodded.

— Yes, but you must go to sleep, dear, it is very late.

— Oh, one word more, please! Where did you learn all those things?

— Why, my dear, that's a long story, much too long to tell you to-night.

— But you'll tell it me some day?

— Yes, if you are a good girl and very discrete. But really, you must go to sleep, Yvonne. It is past midnight.

— No, no, no, no! I have one question more to ask. Have you got a lover now, say! I mean here in Paris?

— Oh! little curiosity! What is that to you, please?

— It is, I should like to be hidden some where one day when you are going to practise love together. My own darling miss Mary, don't say no! Let me accompany you some day, when you are going to him.

— Well, I shall think about it. But let me go then, dear, and try to sleep.

— No, I won't let you go till you promise to do what I ask.

— Naughty girl, said Mary, laughing. Well, I promise.

— Thank you, my own dear miss Mary. One kiss more, please, and I shall go to sleep like a good girl.

Mary kissed her lovingly and retired to her own room. Before she had finished her splashing over the bidet, she heard by Yvonne's long-drawn breath, that the child was sound asleep, and before many minutes she too slept the sleep of the just.

CHAPTER IV

Both pupil and governess got up rather late the following morning.

Though it was Mary's intention to let pass some days before she initiated Yvonne into love's mystery, it is doubtful, if she had been able to do so; for her restrained passions were raised to the utmost extent and she was wild to feel a prick in her lustful cunt. Happily some lady-visitors from the country-the sister of Yvonne's god mother and her two elderly daughters-precluded even the idea of a seance that day. It was all the more fortunate, because Yvonne, who was always pale, had of late become still paler, with dark streaks under her eyes, which occasioned several inconvenient questions from their visitor. Mary laid the blame on town-life; but really she began to fear that the administered draught had been too strong and that it would be necessary to keep an eye upon the girl's private pleasures, if she Wanted to benefit of her lasciviousness for Grosvit and herself.

In the evening Yvonne was sent early to-bed and slept soundly when Mary came upstairs.

On the second day after their excursion to Meudon, Mary entered Yvonne's room in the morning, while she was dressing and told her, that she would fulfil her promise that day, if Yvonne would promise to be very discrete, and never speak to any living soul of what she might see and hear.

— You know, my dear girl, that the world is full of prejudices. I am a poor governess obliged to earn my livelihood in a dependant situation; if my reputation is destroyed, it will be very difficult, for not to say impossible for me to maintain my position. The world is so severe to the poor and subordinate; what it forgives the rich people, it never will forgive us. And yet, it would be rather hard lines, if I never should have tasted the bliss of love; having no fortune, you know, I could scarcely expect to marry. When I was quite young, I had a good friend, who exposed all this to me and who taught me, how I could enjoy my life in all safety.

— I have promised you to tell you my story, and I shall do so some day. To-day I shall take you into my secret and perhaps there will be a chance for you to get more acquainted with the good doctrines of Mr. Priapus and Mrs. Venus.

After the second breakfast they went for their usual walk. Mary conducted Yvonne to a small street near the river, where she stopped before a well-known grey brickhouse. It had but three stories beside the groundfloor and contained a dozen of apartments for artists. Going upstairs Yvonne perceived some noted names-and several unknown ones-on pasteboards attached to the doors by drawing-pins and blue nails; dust of plaster and odour of ail and turpentine indicated, whether it belonged to a painter or to a sculptor.

Mary stopped on the last landing at the top of the house and opened the door with a key, she had in her pocket. Yvonne kept her eyes wide open, she was exceedingly curious. They entered a small rather long room divided into two equal parts by a thick oriental curtain.

The first compartment served as entry. The furniture consisted in a clothes-stand and the statue of a negro in full size, holding a lamp in his lifted hand. His loins were girded up with a light pale blue silk shawl, bulging out in the front in a rather suspicious-looking manner.

The lobby opened upon another room, which Mary entered the first. Yvonne saw her chance to raise the silk-shawl and get a glimpse of what it concealed. Her conjecture proved true. She found a well-developed, handsome prick, with a very full round knob, the vermilion of which contrasted deliciously with the chocolate colour of his shaft and body. Yvonne caressed it tenderly with her hand and then swiftly followed her governess into the next room. She felt the blood burn in her cheeks and neck but Mary took no heed of her blushes. She had taken off her hat and mantle and in spite of the fine summer-weather was lighting the gas-fire, that occupied one side of the room. Opposite to it was a big, low couch covered with rugs and cushions. The walls were hanged with stuff and adorned by two or three obscene, but artistic pictures and several photographs. Some statuettes, two arm-chairs and a shelf with very tedious-looking books completed the furniture. The floor was covered with carpets and skins. The window was in the sloping roof, which forbade any indiscretion from that part.

Mary seemed quite at home. 'She fetched a book on the shelf and giving it to Yvonne, conducted her to the second compartment of the first room, from where she could see most of the large room, above all the big couch, without being seen herself. Mary told her that as she expected her lover every moment, she would return to the other room and await him there as usual, but she hoped Yvonne would not be dull in her nook, with the book she had given her.

«The nook» was an amply furnished dressing-room; nothing necessary for a careful toilet was wanting.

Yvonne did not at all feel inclined to read. The curtain was adjacent to the doorway and by opening it ever so little, she had a full view of all, she wanted to see.

Mary stripped off her clothes, till she had nothing on but her shift, stockings and high French boots. Then she took one of the tedious-looking books and lay down on the couch.

She had scarcely placed herself in a comfortable attitude, when Yvonne heard the rattling of a key in the lock, the door opened and a man entered. He approached the clothes-stand to dispose of his hat and cane. Yvonne was bursting with curiosity. It was evident, that the man was in a hurry and still it seemed to her, that he was rather long in entering the room, where Mary awaited him.

Imagine her surprise, when she at length saw her teacher, Mr. Grosvit, rush towards the couch and drop down on his knees, embracing Mary's naked forms with his strong arms. His head fell down on her thighs and made its way to her longing cunt, which he kissed and tongued in the greatest ecstasy.

— Oh, the dear little Puss! The sweetest of all juicy cunts! How I have longed to see it! I have thirsted for its liquid for ever so long. How long? I don't know. An eternity, I suppose. And the darling bubbies, the coral pearls. Oh, I must suck them. M-m! M-m, it's delicious. No, my cunt, the splendid slit is the best of all.

His passionate endearments very soon brought forth the crisis and with a loud scream Mary discharged her creamy spunk.

The doctor rose, stripped swiftly to the skin and threw himself in the arms of his lustful mistress. His stiff standing throbbing prick rushed into her still foaming cunt. They were both too excited to enjoy the delight of a prolonged fuck. After a few in and out movements they spent together in cries of rapture.

— Good gracious, doctor, you didn't withdraw!

— Forgive me, darling, I quite forgot myself in the delight of possessing once more your glorious person.

— Oh, doctor, how could you do it. I'll go and piddle, it will diminish the danger of consequences.

— Stop here, darling, said the doctor, throwing his arms around her; I'll help you.

He drew a night-ware from under the couch; Mary pushed her bottom out over the edge, exposing her buttocks, arse and glowing cunt in all its naked beauty, and sent a jet of clear amber into the pot. When she had finished, the doctor seized her in his arms, made her straddle over his face and then kissed and sucked her dewy cunt.

By this time Yvonne had conceived a good idea. She, too, had stripped to the shin, and seeing the doctor's prick unoccupied, crept into the room, between his wide-open legs; then she took the whole of his half-relaxed member in her mouth and began a most fervent sucking, tickling on his balls and manipulating his firm buttocks. She very soon brought it to full stand. Neither Grosvit nor Mary had seemed to notice her till now.

Mary rose and exposed the shameless girl to the doctor's seemingly astonished eyes.

— Bless my soul, is it you, child? I was just wondering, what it could be, that produced that delicious sensation in my virile member. How did you come here, little one?

Yvonne had got to her feet and pointed smilingly to Mary.

— Yes, it is true; I brought her, you are not vexed, dear?

— Indeed, no. Nothing could be better. You know well enough that I am in love with the little chit. Come into my arms, chicken!

And so saying he opened his arms and legs.

Yvonne threw herself to his breast. Oh! How soft, how smooth and warm. She rubbed lasciviously her naked body to his; she felt his swollen prick against her thighs and belly, and was wild to fell it into her cunt; still she dared not ask for it.

Mary went to the foot of the couch and kneeling down took the doctor's palpitating prick in her hand and gently tickled Yvonne's clitoris with its head till she sank down upon his belly, spending in delight.

Mary then said that as she had been impudent enough to show herself in that costume, she might as well be taught some of the tricks employed to produce the pleasures and avoid the dangerous consequences of love-making.

She told her to lie down on the couch, her legs well spread. Striding across her, Mary threw herself with avidity on the delicious hairless cunt below-and began to kiss and tongue it with passion. The doctor mounted behind her and taking her in his arms engulfed his prick to the hilt in her burning cunt. He thrust in and out for a few minutes and then asked Yvonne to guide it into the small orifice above. It was soon done. Mary gamahuched and sodomized Yvonne, who sucked and tongued Mary's clitoris, while the doctor worked on with his mighty prick, till they all rapidly come to the grand finale with an excess of lubricity, rarely equaled.

They were all somewhat exhausted by this bout and as it was getting late, rose.

CHAPTER V

This was Yvonne's first visit to Grosvit's private rooms, but it was by far not the last. By and by she was initiated into all safe love-practise. She would willingly have given up her virginity to her beloved teacher, but Mary would not allow it. Nor did she permit herself the pleasure of exercising tribadism in a greater extent. She had had too bad experiences herself of what overexertion can involve, and was well aware of the fact, that the young do not know their own powers; not one out of ten is moderate, when first initiated into love's mystery and it is not till it is too late, that they understand the prudence of their elders. As before said, with exception of a flying single gamahuche or frigging a day, she left the child in peace, deferring the fuller satisfaction of their lust till the encounters at the doctor's rooms. This was so refreshing to their powers, that there was no end of fucking, gamahuching and frigging, when they met.

One night, however, Mary could not restrain her feelings. It was just as she had finished her monthly courses and she had for a whole week been excluded from the kingdom of Priapus.

She entered Yvonne's room, stripped to the skin, and the child became so enraptured at the sight of her stark-naked mistress, that she, swift as lightning, tore off her own shift, and with a loud smack, at the contact of their bodies, rushed into her arms.

Mary carried the girl to her bed and lay down beside her. She opened her legs and placed Yvonne the upper part of her body-resting on the bed, her waist on Mary's left thigh and her bottom between her own legs and on her hairy quim. The fingers of her left hand were playing with the girl's full, fat, hairless cunt and tiny button, while her middle finger and by and by her ringfinger too were engulfed in her rosy bottom-hole. She frigged on with both hands, rubbing her own cunt against one of Yvonne's firm, white buttocks, wriggling in all directions between her thighs and on her belly, till the child stiffened herself out and grinded her teeth in the ecstasy of spending. Mary followed suite, but being far from satisfied and feeling a lascivious tickling in her greedy cunt, she made Yvonne turn and glide between her legs till her mouth was just over the hair-clad slit. Being as fond of spunk as of any sweets, the girl eagerly swallowed the flowing liquor, darting her skilful tongue as far as possible into the opening, tickling the button, licking and rolling down the inner lips and the sides of the outer ones. Mary pressed Yvonne's head against her quim, squeezing it between her thighs at the risk of suffocating her; she wriggled to and fro in the agony of delight till with a shuddering spasm of lust, she inundated Yvonne's coral lips with a flood of creamy spunk. Drawing her to her bosom she kissed the childish lips, wet with her own aromatic essence.

They lay entranced in one another's arms, Yvonne's head on Mary's shoulder for more than half an hour. Yvonne was the first, that spoke.

— Mary, what are you thinking of? Mary smiled.

— Do you want to know?

— Yes, very much. I am sure, you were thinking of some past joys. Didn't you, dear?

— Yes, I did, she said, — smiling. I was thinking of a flying fuck I got once quite by chance.

— Oh, tell!

— I had inhabited Germany for some years as the governess of some Wurtembergian girls. On returning to Paris, I intended to pay a visit to some friends in Belgium. I took, the night-train from Cologne to Brussels. At Verviers my attention was attracted by a gentleman, who seemed to suffer extremely from the cold, though we were but in the beginning of October. While awaiting the depart of the train he required one «Hennessy» after another.

— It happened, that all the first class carriages were crowded save the one, which I occupied. Just before the train was going to start, this gentleman came to my compartment and in a most polite manner asked my permission to enter it. Of course I gave my consent. On journeys one must be obliging, you know. He explained, that he was from Russia, going to Paris by Brussels, where he hat to meet a countryman, travelling in the opposite direction. He was extremely astonished to find such cold weather and regretted much having left his furs at home, amp;c, amp;c. Shortly he was very polite and pleasant company.

— Of course, as a lady comme il faut, I did not seem too inclined to make his acquaintance, but lay down on the seat and feigned to go to sleep. My travelling companion did the same.

I looked at him and could not help thinking, what a charming bedfellow he must be. He was tall and broad, with a full brownish beard, something like the late Czar, you know. The desire to feel his prick in my cunt excited my passions to such a degree, that I slipped my hand under my dress and began frigging myself all the while, thinking of my noble companion, fancying I had him in my arms, his manly and hairy breast next mine and his prick standing stiffly in my cunt. I thought I could do this unnoticed, for the screen had been pulled over the electric lamp and I was covered by a thick Scottish rug. I shut my eyes, lost in my reveries, working on with my hand until I spent copiously. Opening my eyes I found, that the Russian had taken to the same amusement, but as he had neither rug nor blanket to cover himself with, I saw quite distinctly his fingers playing with his very fair member. He tried, however, to conceal his private parts as best he could with his newspaper. The slackening speed of the train and its stopping at Liege compelled him to cease and button up his weapon.

I fell in a deadlike sleep, which lasted till we arrived at Brussels.

I had meant to go directly to my friend's house on my arrival, but finding, that it was only half past three in the morning, I complied with my fellow-traveller's recommendations and took a room in the Grand Hotel. There was no carriage to be had at that time of the day, but a servant from the hotel, having come to fetch the Russian's luggage, was charged with my travelling-bag too, and we set out for the hotel. As we went along my companion asked me to come to his rooms and take some breakfast before going to bed. I accepted. I got a nice, little bedroom, looking on the boulevards and having given a touch to my toilet, crossed the passage and knocked softly at the Russian's chamberdoor. It was a big room, well-furnished, and with two large, Dutch beds standing close together. I was somewhat disappointed to find, that it was a sort of gipsy-breakfast, to which I had been invited. He had brought all sorts of victuals with him from Russia and made a cup of real Russian tea. Because of the novelty of the situation I reconciled myself to the serving and as I really was hungry, I helped myself to what was on the table. Breakfast over, I meant it was time to retire. My host pointed invitingly to the two beds.

— If you please, there's room enough for two.

— Oh no-! My lips said no, but my eyes said yes.

— Don't say you would not like it, I saw pretty well what you were at in the railway-carriage.

I pondered for a minute. No one would ever know; the Russian himself knew neither my name nor where I went; it was doubtful, when I should have the chance of another fuck, and last but not least, a man with so pretty hands must have a most charming cock; by long experience I had learned, that there always is a certain connection between a man's thumb and his prick. I cannot tell you how, but if you take good notice of it, you will always know, by the form and size of the finger, what you may expect to see between his thighs.

To cut the matter short: I consented, stripped off my clothes and in two minutes was pressed to the man's hairy breast, feeling his rising instrument throbbing against my thighs. It was not a very big one, but it was well-formed and of the most charming cream-colour with full blue veins, in which the blood was seen palpitating; the knob was rose-coloured, very full and smooth, with a well-marked furrow and large opening to the urethra. He was one of the best fuckers I ever met with, not that his member was especially power ful, but he knew how to prolong a fuck to perfection.

He clasped me in his arms, his lips pressed to mine, his hand wandered over my naked body, and his fingers first twined the curly thicket of my mount and then dived into the coral slit. My excitement was enormous.

– Oh, fuck me! Put your prick into my cunt; fuck me, oh, do fuck me!

— No, not yet, darling. I'll teaze you, then it will be only so much nicer afterwards.

— Oh, no. Put it in quickly. Oh, I am coming!

But the monster would not hear.

— Oh, you are a splendid woman! Your cunt is already foaming, he said, as my body quivered and I bedewed his fingers with my first spend. Then reversing himself on the bed, he glued his lips to my quim, quivering with desire. I got hold of his erect and glowing prick and showered my kisses upon it. At length he threw himself upon me and with one fierce drive was buried to the hilt in my sheath, our curls intermingled and entwined. Then he thrust on, long and slowly, stopping short whenever on the point of spending. I spent several times, squeezing his prick by inward pressures in the convulsive throbs of supreme lust.

Once he told me to press my thighs well together and then slowly passed his knees over my legs, his prick pressed between my thighs and all the while holding its ground in my cunt. Thus he fucked on, while I was wriggling my bottom to melt his movements. This was most delicious; but when on the point of spending he changed his attitude. This excited me above anything and made me spend copiously. Having resumed the good, old, well-known posture he kissed me most tenderly and then lifted up my right leg, till it rested on his shoulder, about his neck. He kissed my calves and knees, manipulating my buttocks with his left hand; his right hand supported my loins. It was in this attitude that we finished the bout. His movements became quicker and quicker, till we died away in all the raptures, that such a delicious prolonged fuck can produce. We lay soaking in bliss for a long while, then I retired to my own room to purify myself and get an hour's rest before going to my friend's. I never saw him again.

This tale had been so exciting that Yvonne, the very moment Mary finished, reversed herself on the bed and taking the whole of her well-developed quim in her mouth began to suck and tongue it. Mary made herself master of that of Yvonne and adding the postilion they began mutually to titillate the utmost recesses of their respective cunts with their tongues. Mary was sucking the button of Yvonne, while the latter was forcing her tongue like a miniature prick into the full fledged cunt before her; the fingers were pushed gently in and out of the corrugated holes of their bottoms. Their bodies trembled with lust, till with one passionate clasp and heave their bodies stiffened out in the agony of spending and the pearly drops of Love's liquor oozed from their quim over their crimson lips and flushed faces.

Yvonne fell so soundly asleep in this position, her head between Mary's thighs, that the latter got out. from under her body, put a cushion under her head and covered her up with her blankets without awakening her.

Then she retired to her own room extremely satisfied with her nights work.

CHAPTER VI

About a mouth later it happened that the doctor's wife was called to Switzerland to see her old mother, who had fallen seriously ill.

The doctor was left a widower ad interim and it was decided to seize this opportunity to have a real good fest of Priapus.

Mary expressed the wish to go and see an old aunt in the country and said she would take Yvonne with her, to prevent that her old grandfather should feel even ever so little constrained by the girl's presence. As her situation was very independent, it was easily arranged and the old man did not even ask where she took his granddaughter.

On a fixed day Mary and Yvonne took the train for Rouen. At Poissy they met with Grosvit and then continued their journey to St. Germain. Grosvit had previously written for a set of rooms at Hotel Bellevue, opposite to the forest, with order to have lunch ready for himself, his wife and daughter. The apartment consisted of two adjoining bed rooms and a spacious drawing-room. A luxurious luncheon, an excellent wine and the consciousness of the fact, that all were longing for the moment they would be alone, nerved them to the highest degree. As soon as the waiter had retired, they rushed into each others arms and soon reveled in every luscious act of the hottest lust.

This sort of thing could not continue for a long while. After the most delicious fucking and gamahuching in every possible combination, they were all, especially the doctor, so exhausted that it was thought prudent to draw breath in order that they might fully enjoy their night together.

The went for a refreshing walk in the beautiful «Foret de Saint-Germain» and returned just in time to dress for dinner, which they had ordered in their own room.

Yvonne was very disappointed. She fancied they were going to indulge in a night and day's incessant voluptuousness and she found it was not at all so. They had been walking in the wood like respectable gentlefolks.

Dinner over, sipping their aromatic cup of mocha and smoking a perfumed cigarette, Mary took to relate the exiting story of her first youth. They had resolved to abstain from any sort of voluptuousness till bedtime, but the narration became so inciting, that Grosvit, while listening pulled out his throbbing prick and placed it in Yvonne's ready hand, while he put an arm under each woman's petticoats and gently titillated their cunts.

The tale was often interrupted by some bawdy remark from the doctor or a curious question from Yvonne, but we prefer to leave out these and give a connected narrative of Mary's first experiences.

She began, as follows:

«My father belonged to the Bar. He was considered wealthy and lived in great style at Cherbourg, where I have passed part of my childhood. My mother died, when I was but eighteen months of age on giving birth to a fine boy. I have never known her. I have a dim recollection of much light and flowers, pretty women in gawdy silk dresses and merry gentlemen in black. My father took no notice of neither my brother nor me, but left us entirely to the care of our nurse. When I was about five years old a very pretty young lady made her entrance in our house as my governess; she however, never took much heed of us children, but consecrated her time to her toilet, her novels and my father.

Of course then I could not understand all this, but later experiences have made me see those events in a clearer light. Two years later she became my father's wife.

Contradictory to what the doctor advances, I think, that even children are in possession of great lubricity. I remember, when quite a little girl, it gave me great pleasure to help my younger brother to piddle, when we were alone in the garden. I put my fingers into the little fent of his breeches to pull out is doodle, and I was not at all annoyed, if he were so pressed that his clear, hot piss sprinkled over my fingers, the very moment I accomplished to pull it out. On the contrary, it sent a thrill through my body and gave a certain charm to the act, when I myself squatted down beside him.

When I was about ten years old my brother and I still slept in one room opening on the nursery, which was occupied by our step mother's young children. One evening, our parents being as usually in company or at the theater, the nurse left the room, before we had gone to sleep. As soon as she was out of the door, I asked my brother to come into my bed in order that we might talk together without awakening the little ones. Oh, what a thrill it gave me to feel the contact of his soft, warm skin, as he slipped down under my blankets; evidently he felt the same for as if by mutual accord we both raised our nightgowns to the throat and instead of telling fairy-tales, began to rub our naked bodies against one another. It produced such a delicious sensation, that we stripped off the nightgowns and began caressing one another in a most lascivious way. I know, that I made him suck my tongue and that I asked his in return. At length I asked him to kiss my quim, which was then of course hairless but full and fat and I took his diminutive, cream-coloured cockey, with its charming little vermilion orifice at the top into my mouth. Without dreaming of what we were at, only guided by our voluptuous nature, we found the famous attitude 69.

A few weeks later my brother was sent to school and having had no opportunity of repeating our «play», my hardly aroused passions lay again dormant for another year.

By that time a boy of about 13 or 14 years of age, the son of one of our neighbours, happened to call one afternoon, when the house was full of visitors. My stepmother wanted to get rid of him in the drawing room, where she was receiving the civilities of several young naval officers, equally fond of my father's good table and his pretty young wife; she sent him to the nursery to play with the children. My step-brothers and sisters were mere babies. Indeed, it was but one of them, a good little girl of five, that was able to play. I was of course delighted. My brother had never been allowed to return home, not even during the holidays, and for more than a year I had been deprived of the society of play-fellows of my own age.

I proposed an old favorite play of mine:

«Hot boiled beans.» A handkerchief was hidden by one of the play-mates, while the others awaited outside the play-room. It happened that the little one was rather long in hiding the famous «beans» and while waiting outside in the dark lobby-for upstairs there was no light-Henry unbuttoned the flat of his trousers and put my hand into them, telling me to caress his toy. It gave me infinite pleasure to do so. His doodle cocked by my touches and got hard as a stone. The little one called us. Henry could scarcely walk with that hard thing between his thighs. Finding the «beans», hiding it and making it be found and hidden again by the little one, was the business of a moment. When returned to the lobby his hand got into my drawers and his titillations and fondlings thrilled me through.

From that day he used to come to our house under all sorts of pretext. He was considered as a mere child, though too great to be sent away, when he chose to pay us a visit, so my stepmother always sent him to the nursery. We always played at «Hot boiled beans» and always indulged in lascivious caresses. We soon got to suck one another's private parts and on one occasion a mucous liquor emanating from his prick- probably his first spend-wetted my lips. His visits, however, became too frequent and not knowing how to get rid of him without annoying his parents, some of the richest people in the town, it was decided to send me to school. Even then I had not the least idea of the relation of man and woman. I was told that the babies are found in the cabbage and I never doubted but it was so.

I remained for more than four years in the convent, to which I had been sent. It happened that the good sister, who superintended the boarding-school was an excellent but old-fashioned mistress desirous to shut out all doubtful elements of her school; and at least I never had any opportunity of getting enlightened while there.

When sixteen I left the convent and went to spend the holidays with a sister of my diseased mother. She was living in a village near Rouen in rather straitened circumstances, being the wife of a plain farmer. Or course country-life undeceived me better in a few days than years in town or at the convent would have done.

One of the first days of my sojourn at Chouville I awoke very early in the morning just at day break. I got up, opened the dormant window of my room and leaning my elbow on the sill admired the charming view of a foggy summer landscape and the rising sun struggling to make its warming rays break through the grey, misty veil. A moaning just beneath my window attracted my notice. It was a poor sheep, evidently suffering very much. I had a great mind to go down-stairs or to call my aunt, when all of a sudden I saw a curious reddish bag get out of the backside of the sheep; it burst and a little bit of a lamb, all wet and brownish sprang to its legs and shook its head, as if to get rid of something. A world was unrolled before my astonished eyes. The little ones come into existence not in the cabbage but in their mother's womb.

I remembered my step mother's swelling belly about the time, when my youngest brother was born; and a pretty house made who had to leave, because of «an illness in her belly». When I saw her recovered, she had «found» a baby.

The following weeks I tried to learn something more about this mysterious relation of mother and child, but in vain. I wanted to discover too what part the father played in the relationship; but being of a rather shy nature, I dared not ask questions and only found out that it must be his kisses and caresses that by some mysterious means create the baby.

About that time occurred an event, that in its consequences was of the greatest importance to me. My father, who had lived quite up to his income died leaving but a very small capital, scarcely sufficient to bring up his numerous young children and not at all sufficient to satisfy the exigencies of his young widow. As the eldest of my family I had to earn my own livelihood. My stepmother, who was of course desirous to get rid of me as soon as possible, endeavoured to get me a situation as nursery governess in the south of France.

The residence and family estate of the counts of Conpine is one of the finest old castles on the banks of the Rhone. On my arrival it was however not inhabited by its owner. It was restorated from cellar to roof, and to get rid of the noise and incommodities of the invading artisans and workmen he had made his abode in the adjoining farm or rather, he shut up his family in the farm, he himself being generally travelling or living at Paris. I arrived at the Castle in the middle of November. The farm was a long, low, very plain building with five or six dormant windows looking on the garden. The entry had five doors. The first to the left opened upon the count's two comfortable rooms or «office»; the second on a very narrow steep flight of stairs leading to the upper rooms; the two doors to the right opened upon a suite of drawing rooms, parlours amp;c, behind which was the manager's room, and upon the childrens, and two countess's bed and dressing rooms. In the background was the entrance of the dining room. The family consisted of the count, his wife, a poor creature paralysed at the age of twenty-eight; the old countess, two young children of seven and eight and a lady, formerly the companion of the young countess, but from the time she was overtaken by her illness, manager and the real mistress of the house. The count was hunting with some friends when I arrived, but returned some weeks later.

He was a vigorous, broad shouldered man of about forty. His black hair was rather thin on the temples but displayed no silver streaks; he wore a full dark-brown beard and had small vivid eyes, one of which was brown, the other half pale blue, half brown. Before the world he stuck strictly to etiquette and he could be very disagreeable even to his visitors, if they did not behave quite as he wished them to do; but in private with ladies every liberty and bawdiness was permitted.

When he had been at home for about two days, he ordered me to his rooms on the following morning at half past six. I trembled with anxiety; what was the matter? Had I committed any fault? Would he tell me to pack up my things and disappear as quick as possible. It would be dreadful, it I lost my good situation; 40? a year was much money for a girl of sixteen; what would my step mother say, if I was sent away. No, I would do my utmost to please the count.

Yet, my heart throbbed violently, when I entered the «office». The curtains were closely drawn, the lamps were lighted in both rooms, the fire crackled an bath hearths and a delicious breakfast table with all sorts of fresh pastry-work was laid in the inner room. The count offered me a cup of chocolate and then said he had noticed that I had a very pretty hand-writing and he wanted me to be his secretary for an hour or two in the morning before I went to the nursery. I answered with a bow, too embarrassed to get a word from my lips.

I was sitting on a small sofa behind the table. The count had seated himself beside me. I was then a rather pretty girl, though far from beautiful. My body was plump and round, my face, of very fair complexion, was surrounded by long hanging curls of a golden hue. The count began to play with my curls, saying how pretty they were, then his arm glided down to my waist and he clasped me gently to his breast. He put his right hand on my bosom, only covered by a light silk blouse-in the morning I wore no stays.-And felt and manipulated my bubbies in such a charming manner that my protestations became weaker and weaker. His lips sought mine, his tongue caressed the inside of my mouth. I had a great mind to return his endearments but was too bashful to do so. At last he asked me to give him my tongue and I opened my teeth and timidly began to lick his lips under his beard, but he forced the whole of his tongue into my mouth, working it in and out, as if it were his probably full stretched prick, and letting his cool saliva ooze slowly into my throat, compelling me to swallow it. Meanwhile his hands had continued to fondle my breasts; he had unbuttoned my dress and taken the whole of my firm little bubbies into his hand. Suddenly he bent down and cuddling his head between the folds of my blouse and shift took to suck and bite one of my nipples. I was overwhelmed by an unknown delicious sensation.

I could no longer return his caresses, my limbs fell languidly down and I felt myself as a heavy burden in his arms. He laid me down on the cushions and left me. I had spent for the first time in my life. After some minutes he called me to his writing table in the other room and began dictating a letter as if nothing had happened; we worked together for half an hour, then he told me to go to the children; he was expecting the house keeper. When I had my hand on the door handle he turned and called me back; he was sitting in his arm-chair before his writing table. I went up to him.

— We are friends? he said, taking my hand over his shoulder.

— Yes. I nodded.

— Then give me a kiss!

I obeyed, blushing.

When I entered the hall the dim grey daylight of an early November morning, made everything that had happened seem like an enchanted dream.

The next morning I found everything as on the first day. The count gave me a big kiss on entering and after breakfast called me to a lower and broader couch at the other side of the room. He took me in his arms and placed me at full length on the lounge, lying himself upon me. His body was rather heavy, but is endearments intoxicated me, so that I felt nothing but a vivid desire that this must last for ever. It was the first time I had yielded to a man's caresses and the experience was charming. He lavished his kisses and fondlings upon me as the previous day, till my right leg glided slowly aside and my foot fell languidly to the ground.

— Oh, you are coming, dear! Your spunk is flowing, he murmured.

I did not understand and looked inquiringly.

— You gave down your virgin spunk. You spent the very moment your body relaxed and your foot touched the ground.

I did not yet understand, having never heard the words spunk and spend, and I was too shy to ask for explanations.

We rose and set to work.

I had my bedroom just at the top of the stair-case. It was adjacent to that of the first housekeeper, but she occupied other stair, the whole of our loft being separated from that part of the house by a wooden wall turning to the left the whole loft lay open in all its length. So the left doors opened upon a big spare room for two and to the count's bed and dressing room, at the end of the loft was another spare room beside the school room.

That night I wrote a letter to my brother before going to bed. It was about midnight when I had finished and began to undress. When I had put on my nightgown and was brushing my hair before the dressing table I felt a draught from the door, which had been opened noiselessly and the count stood before me. He put his fingers upon his lips to prevent my screaming and shut the door as noiselessly as he had opened it.

— I could not sleep; my head is aching so and I longed to feel your hand on my forehead. Come quickly to bed. I am going to sleep with you.

I felt rather queer at the thought of sleeping with another person and especially with a man but made no objection. I had finished my hair and lay down in bed as near as possible to the wall. The count took off his dressing gown, jumped in bed and threw his arms around me, so that I came to lie close to him in the middle of the bed.

I put my hand on his forehead as he had said, he wanted me to do but he told me to pull up his shirt and move my hand up and down his spine. I was too ignorant to do well so he lifted up my nightgown and showed me, what he meant; his hands wandered over my whole naked body, caressing my thighs, buttocks and back; tickling me under the arms, fondling my bubbies and playing with the tiny curls on my mount venus. I tried to imitate whatever he did. His body was smooth and hairless, only around his diminutive nipples were some soft long hairs, his legs and arms were on the contrary very hairy, and between his thighs was quite a wood of long, soft curls. In unconscious consciousness I avoided to touch his member. Suddenly he got between my thighs and began titillating my button with the head of his prick. This made me quite wild. I wriggled and writhed my bottom trying to get away and yet directly returned to make him continue; my agitation became more and more violent, with heave I approached my body to his and his nut buried itself between the lips of my cunt. It thrilled me through and the electric touch of his prick made me send down a most copious discharge inundating his cockey, balls and belly and my own thighs with a torrent of boiling spunk. The sheet had become quite slicky and wet. But this only facilitated his attack on my maidenhead. He had got in about a third of his weapon, when I felt a cutting pain occasioned by his monster of a prick pushing against some obstacle. I cried out begging him to stop. Oh, stop.

— Oh, what are you doing? You hurt me!

But he took no notice of my words. Putting his hand on my lips to suffocate my screams, he plunged forward, rushing at the obstruction with such a vehemency, that I cried out loudly.

— No, you must not, you hurt me. Oh, what are you doing?

He thrust in more slowly to alleviate my passions, I suppose, and also to prevent himself from spending too quickly. This excited me again. I widened my thighs and heaved up my bottom, wriggling my body in all directions. Then he abruptly thrust forward and with a slight effort broke through the obstacle. The pain was intense.

— It was your hymen that burst, he said. It will be nothing but nice now.

He shoved on incessantly, engulfing his prick to the hilt in the enforced entrance, which it filled and stretched very much. I felt no more pain, only the most intoxicating pleasure. When the supreme moment came and I, for the first time in my life, felt the essence of life inundate my entrails I died away in all the agony of a final rapture. The count lay as a corpse on my body for a long while but I did not even feel his weight. At length he kissed me endearingly, told me, I had the most charming little cunt he ever met with, and began pulling out his still stiff and throbbing member from my foaming cunt. He had got out about half of it when he suddenly thrust in again and began some violent in and out movements.

— Oh no, Your tight little notch is too sweet. My enchanted cock can't leave its prison. It would like to be engulfed between your rosy lips for ever. Only I must fuck you till the sperm-oh-sperm-flo-flows again.

After this bout the count drew out his instrument and gliding to the foot of the bed, uncovered my belly, thighs and legs. He stooped down, kissed my mount, licked the spunk from my open cunt, sucked my clitoris, till I was half mad with voluptuousness. He raised my leg, kissing every spot on my thighs and buttocks, he thrust his tongue into my cunt drinking his own sperm, mixed with a fresh stream of love from my vagina. This come evidently unexpectedly and seemed to intoxicate him to the utmost. He stripped of my nightgown and devoured my whole body with his Kisses and tonguings declaring all the time, that my cunt was the most charming miss he ever met with.

— I must have one of those charming little curls, I'll put in into gold locket and wear it at my watchchain; it must be all wet and sticky with your spendings in order that the adam of your cunt may be attached to it for ever. What a good fortune that the blind God of Destiny sent you into my arms. Oh darling, never woman gave man more pleasure than you give me. But yield yourself entirely to me! Give me the other entrance too! Oh, sweetheart, I adore the effluvia of your body!

He kissed my navel and cunt again and tried to turn my body; but I opposed resistance to his efforts and lifted up his shift to take a view of the vigorous aggressor of my maidenhead. It was an enormous member, beautiful, rose coloured, large, long and hard as iron in spite of is double discharge.

— Oh that's what you want is it? Look is it not pretty? And big too; I wonder if you can find another prick to match it in the whole county.

Saying so he shook the dear creature deliberately and stripping to the skin threw himself upon me. In a sort of bashfulness. I had turned half round and with one vigorous pull of his hand he made himself master of my fundament and began to caress my full, white bottom. Having manipulated it for some time he stooped down and licked it all over, thrusting his nose into the furrow and his tongue into the orifice, wetting it amply with his saliva. He made me pull my knees under my belly, my buttocks protruding in all their might, then he pushed his prick into my juicy cunt, all deluged with spunk, worked in and out for a minute and then slipped it easily-enough into the rear entrance. He commenced his magic movements to and fro, he slipped his hand round in front and frigged my cunt with on hand, while he felt my breasts and armpits with the other. I was quite beside myself with excitement and never ceased spending. The spunk gushed in torrents down my thighs. The count spent twice without withdrawing, the second time in such a ferocity of lust, that he made me cry out with delight and I actually fainted away under his relaxing body. He rose and nursed me kindly till I reopened my eyes and then retired.

My limbs were heavy as lead, my head was tingling and my cunt and bumhole seemed still stretched by his enormous prick. I shut my eyes again and before the count had left the room, was lost in the kingdom of sleep.

CHAPTER VII

For about a fortnight the count came every night to my room and we passed the greater part of the night in one another's arms. My passions were aroused and I abandoned myself entirely to him with the heedlessness and violence of a lascivious, vigorous healthy girl of sixteen. We had become excellent friends. He taught me every possible way of enjoying a copulation and gave me several useful hints as to the preambles of other love intrigues if I should feel inclined to bring one about now or in the future.

He had for private escutcheon a cock, raising one of his legs; under it was written his device: toujours pret! In fact his cock was always ready for anything when in proximity to a woman.

By and by, between our different bouts, he gave me an exciting account of his intrigues under his own roof.

The gentleman's housekeeper was fucked every morning at half past eight in his «office», which explains his reserve during our first encounters, when he, for fear of frightening me, made me spend without trying to satisfy his own senses. I had scarcely left the room before the housekeeper entered «to receive his orders for the day» and she had the pleasure of receiving either in her cunt or in her bumhole the essence of life, accumulated in abundance in his testicles during his exciting fumblings of my youthful person.

In the afternoon it was the turn of the servant's housekeeper; she was a splendid woman, according to the count's statement, lascivious for two, with large swelling breasts, a small waist and immense hips. It was the biggest and finest backside one could imagine and the eyes of all the man servants (and of eventual gentleman-guests too, I dare say) followed her admiringly, when she, but covered by a thin calico skirt, promenaded it in the courtyard. She was living in a separate part of the old castle and received the count's visit in the afternoon, when every body else took his post-prandial nap.

Though it was but on some future occasion, that I learned, what follows, I may as well relate the incident here.

One evening on entering his mother's room unexpectedly, the count found her stooping forward, leaning her elbows on a table in the middle of the room. Her clothes were all tucked over her head and she exhibited her-old lascivious arse in all its nudity. Her coachman, a stout Irishman, with long reddish wiskers had his prick engulfed to the hilt in her cunt. They were evidently in the agony of a final rapture and did not at all hear the count enter. He contemplated the scene in silence. The coachman was pressing the old woman's buttocks together, squeezing his prick well between them. His movements became quicker and quicker, he worked on furiously till he at length spouted his liquor into her thirsty womb.

— It's good, Paddy, said the countess. But you were rather long at it the last time, old boy!

— I wonder, how long! said the count from where he stood at the door.

At the sound of this unexpected voice the old lady jumped up and by her brisk movement unsheathed the coachman, who bashfully retired to a corner, where he buttoned himself up. The old countess tried to make the best of it by attacking her son, for intruding uninvited into he room. The count defended himself skilfully and finished by saying he found the door open.

— The door open? No, the door was locked. Paddy, was not the door locked, please?

— Paddy stroke his beard and replied in an evasive manner, that he did not know.

— Do not know, indeed! Did you lock it or not, I ask?

Paddy thought he might have forgotten to lock the door.

But now the count interfered. A report was current in the county, that his mother was cracked, and, indeed, he thought report was right, when he saw an old woman of seventy rutting for young men. He threatened to shut her up in a madhouse and to drive her paramour out of the castle with his long whip. The coachman became evidently uneasy and the young lady seemed on the point of getting a hysterical fit. Then the count approached his mother, looked hard at her and whipping his boots said in a slow voice, that he would connive at her conduct this once if she would submit to the punishment he intended to inflict upon her. The countess assented to this.

— Then, said the count, I condemn you to take your son's long, large, throbbing cock in your old lascivious cunt, while that gallant accomplice of yours engulfs his weapon in my bumhole.

The old lady instantly tucked up her clothes and presented her belly and mount covered with long grey hair to her son's inspecting eyes; the coachman licked his lips and unbuttoned his trousers. The count turned to him and asked to see his prick. But alas! the previous exertions had been too much for the poor fellow, his member hang limp and flaccid between his thighs.

— Come here, my chap, and let us see, what is to be had out of you. Aha! The little rogue is lazy, is he? But I shall teach him manners. I. He does not mean to obey, eh? Get up I quick, if you please! and whipping him severely with his horse whip, the count continued to encourage him with bawdy outcries. The old countess took hold of his prick and tickled his bulls in great excitement. One violent blow after another fell on the fellow's trembling bottom. The count flogged faster and faster, harder and harder. The coachman bounded at each blow, screaming it was too much and too hard, but the count was merciless. Gradually the criminal instrument raised its head and got stiff and hard. The count continued the flogging for another minute and then threw away his horse whip. He pushed his mother down on a couch and thrust his prick in and out her juicy cunt. The old lady being tall and meager, did not tempt him in any particular degree, but the thought of committing incest gave a singular charm to the action and animated his senses exceedingly. The coachman lubrificated his prick amply with saliva and shoved it into the bumhole before him. They spent all together, but it was impossible to get a second bout out of the coachman. They rose and on the count's orders changed positions. The countess had to take the whole of the coachman's flabby member into her mouth and suck it dry while he sodomized her with two or three fingers. When they had taken up their posture the count drove his still rampant member into the servant's rear entrance and working on for a good while, thus enjoyed in another voluptuous fuck.

The old countess was, however, fast verging into a second childhood and her son thought it dangerous to let her indulge in fornication with the coachman; he made her reside, not at the dowager mansion, but at his own house and it was only when she became too agitated that he «racked her off», which always had the desired effect upon her nerves. The coachman became of great use to the count, not only that he from time to time enjoyed his prick in his bumhole-what he was very fond of-but when a little later on the pretty abigail of the young countess got with child by the count, he married her to Paddy. They got their own house at a little distance from the castle and it was to their dwelling, that the count betook himself for a threehanded bout. They had several children of whom in would have been difficult to indicate the father; the coachman, however, recognized them as his, but the count paid an alimentary allowance for each child.

But to return to my story. About a fortnight after the count's return my flowers declared themselves. The count, with the foresight of an experienced man had asked when I expected this tedious period and had made his reprisals. At about the some time a young lady, Debora S. came for a visit to the castle. She was the faster daughter of one of the count's gamekeepers and a friend of the lady-manager. People said, she was a daughter of the late count. She occupied the spare room beside the school and I thought it was fear of her hearing the opening and shutting of doors during the night, which prevented the count from coming to my room.

My monthly courses were over, and I was longing exceedingly for his dear Priapus and fascinating caresses; the desire became so ardent that it prevented me from sleeping. I tried to imitate his hand-play and thus fell back upon solitary amusements. This made me sleep to profoundly, that one night I did not awake till I felt the count's body on me. We had a most charming prolonged fuck and be made me spend at least eight times to his one. Leaving his prick jerking in its «prison» and folding me tenderly in his arms, he told me what had kept him away for so long. Debora was at present his acknowledged fellow-wife. He did not like her to know of his visits to me till a confession from her made him suggest a splendid love-intrigue.

Debora had a sister who had had the good fortune of marrying the owner of a large estate on the eastern banks of the Rhone. Debora had visited this sister lately and one night is had happened, that her brother-in-law could not sleep-or feigned to be unable to sleep.-He suffered very much, he said, and could only suggest one remedy, which could help him: it was, if his wife would get her younger sister to lie with them. His wife- good, kind creature-, consented and went to fetch her sister. Lying between the two women he had begun to feel their respective cunts and had finished by fucking Debora, while gamahuching his wife. Pressed very hard she had been obliged to confess too, that it was not the first time her brother-in-law had had her; and it was on this the count formed the first part of his scheme.

He had told Debora to betake herself to his room on the following evening. She had to undress and go to bed as if she were in her own apartment. A little later he would come upstairs.

I had to undress in my own room and to join the count, as he entered his bedroom.

If Debora made any objections on seeing me, he would tell her, that he had taken to my young charms to revenge himself for her unfaithfulness, which he had known of for a long time; her bother-in-law being his intimate friend had told him every thing.

His prick was still my cunt when he had finished developing his scheme; it very quickly got to full stand and we had most delicious fuck before parting.

The next evening every thing was carried out as planned. The count took me to his room, when Debora was already in bed. After a somewhat moved introductory scene, we got a splendid night. Debora was at first jealous and rather afraid of being dethroned in a pecuniary point of view, but the count very soon recomforted her, and we became excellent friends.

— Look, said the count, raising my long nightgown in front, look what a sweet little cunt, I am sure you can't resist to apply your lips to it.

He had drawn me to the bed saying so and Debora then pulled me down on her knees and pressed her mouth to my quim. She soon got her tongue inside the lips and licked me so skilfully, that I spent in a minute.

To stand a calm spectator of so much voluptuousness was beyond the power of our lascivious count. His pego had got terribly excited. Drawing aside his night-shirt, he said:

— My dear Debora, I am sure you are longing to see my long cock in this delicious fresh cunt, so let me sacrifice at once to its juicy charms. Lay down under her and offer up your sweet goldenhaired mount to her skilful manipulations. She will gamahuche you with art and you can suck her clitoris in return and at the same time see my long, thick prick close above your eyes, stretching her tight little cunt and working in and out vigorously. You may tickle my balls and act postilion to my bumhole too, if you like.

We both approved of his proposal, so arranging our relative positions, we ran a course of the most luxurious and salacious enjoyment imaginable.

I was wild with lust. I wanted to see the count in Debora's most beautiful, vermilion slit, its pouting lips surrounded by a profusion of thick golden curls. But the count replied smiling, that he was lazy, however Debora, he knew, was quite able to help herself, if she chose to do so.

The were lying beside one another on the bed and according to my wish had stripped off their night-dresses. Debora passed her fingers gently over his prick, which had the instant effect of raising it into the fullest vigour. She had a special art in doing so; she seemed scarcely to touch it but drew her fingers along its length from foot to head, with a delicacy of touch, I never have been able to equal.

As soon as her magic touch had brought him up to bursting point, she threw a leg over him, and raising he body guided his prick to the wanton lips of her exquisite cunt which were longing for him. She sunk slowly down on his stiff shaft till their hair was crushed beneath her weight and nothing more could be engulfed. She winced with delight and grinned in a peculiar way to him, has a first stream of her boiling spunk inundated his delighted weapon.

I was standing beside the bed to have a full view of the libidous act; the sight was too much for me; I felt a singular thrilling in my cunt, pressed my thighs together and put my hand over it to make the funny sensation stop; but I was not quick enough, a torrent of Love's liquor spouted down my thighs wetting my hand, legs and feet with a creamy, slimy liquid. I never knew I had such a well-spring in my cunt and was so frightened, that I quite forget the couple on the bed. I took a towel, wiped up the carpet and dried my legs, buttocks and quim. I then returned to the count and Debora.

The latter again rose, until the edge of his nut showed itself at the mouth of her cunt and then, as slowly, sheathed it again. She continued this exquisite movement for some time to their evident, mutual enjoyment and then fell down on his belly telling him to pass his arm round her bottom and finger her buttocks and bumhole. She glued her lips to his, their tongues interlaced and shot in and out of their lustful mouths. Their movements became fast and furious, till they lost themselves in all the luxury of the grand crisis. They lay entranced in erotic ecstasy and satisfied lust. I crept to their side and greedily licked up every drop of their discharge. When they recovered their senses, she lay down beside him, cuddling him most closely, chattering and prattling lovingly. I continued licking and fondling their respective private parts, till they were quite clean and then joined the conversation.

The count was discussing the means to set about a great orgie. Having arranged all with Debora we had another combinated fuck and managed to spend all together, after which we fell asleep then and there in one another's arms.

In the night I awoke once and finding it rather cold in spite of the current of heat from the warming apparatus I gently covered up my dear partners. Debora slept fast and noticed nothing, but the count woke and «in his gratitude for my kindness» as he said, poured-in the good old fashioned way- some drops of his Life's essence into my ever thirsty cunt and then feel asleep again his head on my bosom.

We awoke rather late in the morning, but having the whole upper story quite to ourselves, this did not prevent a last libidous encounter.

The count fetched an instrument in his chest of drawers, the like of which I had never seen. It was a dildoe of the most perfect sort. From a stomacher of India rubber, covered with black curly hair stood forth a perfectly shaped and painted prick with balls below, an exact model of the count's glorious stiff member. He handed it to Debora, who swiftly fastened it to her belly by silk strings around her waist and round each thigh. Thus fastened the artificial prick stood boldly forth from among the curls of the stomacher and the balls hang naturally between her thighs. She dipped the head of the prick into a jug of boiling soap and water and then declared herself ready for action.

Then she lay down on her back on the bed, from which we had removed all the blankets; a cushion was put under her arse. The count then told me to straddle over her and to impale myself on the artificial prick, as I had seen her do on his real one the previous evening. Then he spit on his prick and with some difficulty, but without great pain introduced it into my rear entrance. I enjoyed a most salacious and voluptuous fuck and spent in perfect rapture of lubricity and lust as the count cried «now» and I felt a warm liquid jetting into both entrances.

Our passions were soon reawakened and we changed our positions. Debora rid herself of the dildo which was next attached to my belly. The count lying reversed on her, his prick in her mouth, gamahuched and sucked her clitoris while he postilloned her smaller orifice with two fingers. I got upon the count's back and fucked his bumhole with my artificial member, while Debora applied a smaller, single hand one to my rear entrance. We drew out our enjoyment in the most salacious and voluptuous manner, till at length the ecstatic moment seized us all together, with such an excess of wild enjoyment, that we poured into or upon each other whole torrents of hot boiling sperm and with screams of almost agonized delight sank insensible into a confused heap of naked forms.

After this we got up and half an hour later, met in the dining room for breakfast, as if nothing had happened.

Here the Doctor interrupted Mary's tale, observing that it was half past nine o'clock and just the proper time to go to bed.

— Besides, added he, your story has been so exciting that my cock is actually bursting with lust and really can't stand it any longer.

— I must, however, tell you of our great orgie, my dear; it seems to me that I live it all over again speaking and thinking about it. If you can't wait, you might undress the child, for instance, and taking her on your knee engulf your impatient Priapus in her arsehole. At any events I shall be brief and have finished in a quarter of an hour.

— All right, said the Doctor, and next time we get together, I shall tell you some of my experiences; they are not less interesting than yours, I assure you.

— I shall be very glad to hear of them, my friend; but now for the end of my story.

The doctor, according to Mary's proposal began to undress Yvonne caressing her young from as he uncovered them, while Mary continued as follows:

— A week later everything was ready for our feast. It was full-moon and for several days running the count had taken some of the ladies for a drive after dinner; to divert their suspicion on the great day, took care not to enter again till late, it is, until every body in the house had gone to bed. Debora had returned to her home but on the fixed day draped in as if by chance in the afternoon.

After dinner the count invited her and me to go for a drive in the moonlit wood. Debora excused herself, she did not intend to stay even for dinner and must really go home now, it was late amp;c, but as agreed upon the count replied, that the would take her home and she might thus advertise her adoptive parents and return with us or stop, just as she liked. So much for our little comedy.

At about nine o'clock in the evening we set out for a small hunting seat belonging to the count and situated in the middle of a large wood just between Conpine Castle and the estate of Mr. Pole de Mont, Debora's brother-in-law.

Paddy and his wife had been sent on before to arrange everything in concert with an ornamentist from Paris, ordered for the case by the count.

The guests were Mr. Pole de Mont and his wife, a young girl from Lyon, by the name of Helene and her married sister Mrs. D… (both the count's late mistresses), Mr. de Boar, a nobleman from Paris, the last of his race condemned to live a lonely life being too proud to marry for money and last but not least the parish priest, who was the count's confident friend and reveller.

The count had done his utmost to arrange everything in a remarkable way. All windows had been blinded, in order that no glimpse of light should let the cat out of the bag and nothing betrayed, that the house was inhabited, as we approached.

He knocked three times at the door, which was opened by Paddy, who next took charge of the horses, while we entered and went upstairs to dress or rather to undress. The hall and stair case were decorated by a profusion of green pinetrees and flags. The upper story contained four small dressing rooms provided with everything necessary for a dainty lady's toilet.

The big banqueting hall on the first floor, the only real room of the house was festively decorated with rose coloured silk hangings large looking glasses and some life size portraits of lovely youths and young women in the most charming intimate attitudes. Low couches along the walls invited the guests to imitate them. An enormous wooden fire burnt at each end of the hall, which was splendidly illumined by hundred of candles.

Our guests did not keep us waiting. A few minutes later the priest and Mr. de Boar arrived on foot and almost at the same time Mr. Pole de Mont drove into the court yard, bringing his wife and the two ladies from Lyon along with him.

While the ladies arranged their toilet upstairs the gentlemen drank one another's health downstairs and when we entered the banqueting hall the feast was in full activity.

Mrs. Pole de Mont was dressed in a transparent, rose coloured drapery pretending that this was more modest-looking than Debora's and Helene's naked forms. Mrs. D… had put on a silk fleshing and pulled down her splendid chestnut hair, which covered half her body. I was longing for a dress like that of Mrs. Pole de Mont but had to appear in the attire of Mother Eve, thus being the order of my Lord and master.

Cries of admiration received us, as we entered the banqueting hall together. The gentlemen rose and advanced to meet us. They took each a lady on their knee-our stout count took Mrs. Pole de Mont on one knee and Helene on the other-and whispered seductive and bawdy words in our listening ear, while we sipped the cool champagne and crunched dainty sweetmeats.

I was sitting on the priest's left leg and caressed his enormous prick with my right hand. It was not long before he had pulled me down on the soft, low couch and got his weapon into my longing cunt. The attack of his fresh prick excited me beyond measure and with my legs and arms thrown round him I wriggled in all directions. My eagerness soon produced a rapid discharge. I should probably have gone on for a second bout it I had not been distracted by the sight of the other couples.

Mrs. D…, a fine, stout, fat woman of thirty three was lying on her back on the floor in front of one of the large looking-glasses; her temporary lover, Mr. de Boar, was straddling over her and had placed his stiff and glowing prick between her breasts. He was moving to and fro, up and down, while she pressed her bubbies together with both hands, in order to embed his enchanted cockey completely in the warm and snowy crease. She gazed with enraptured eyes at the purple head, that appeared and disappeared between her large swelling breasts. I could see by his more and more violent movements that the great crisis was coming and just had time to call the Reverend Father's attention to the fact, before a jet of sperm shot out over her bosom and ran down her white neck. Mr. de Boar glided swift as lightening between her wide spread legs and with his tongue brought fort the corresponding liquid from her rosy cunt.

Mr. Pole de Mont had just finished a course with his pretty sister-in-law; and the count was about to do the same with his two sweethearts; he was lying on the floor, a white bear's skin under his back. Mrs. Pole de Mont was impaled on his stiff standing prick, while Helene, straddling over his face, was gamahuched and titillated between her thighs by his skilful tongue. I just saw them sink together in the most ecstatic delight of a first fuck.

Then we changed places.

The count being most lecherous upon the pretty Mrs. Pole de Mont with whose private charms he had not formerly made the acquaintance ran a second course with her alone, while the clergyman undertook to satisfy Debora's and Mrs. D…'s voluptuous eagerness at once. Helene was very pleased to pair off with Mr. Pole de Mont, and your humble servant fell to the lot of Mr. de Boar, with whom I had a most delicious fuck, spending at least four times abundantly to his once.

This course was more prolonged by the gentlemen than the first in order to allay the insatiable lust of the women, by making them spend infinitely oftener than their fuckers.

For the third encounter, which took place after a short interval, the count chose me for his partner, and I was so flattered by this choice that I fell upon his neck, throwing my legs around his loins with a cry of delight. During the interval the gentlemen had stripped stark naked, and I felt his raising prick throb violently against my buttocks. With some difficulty he accomplished to thrust it into my longing slit and in this position carried me to the other end of the hall. By every step he took his virile member worked in and out and produced a sensation so delicious that no words can describe it. I was wild with excess of enjoyment. He laid me down on the couch and was going to belabour my cunt with that enormous instrument of his, bat each stroke made me wince with pain.

The water was pressing an my bladder and I asked him to let me go for a moment. He insisted to know for what reason and when I somewhat shyly told him why, threw himself passionately on my body and kissed and tongued first my lips and then my cunt, saying, that each drop of liquid, issuing from my charming Pussy, was an elixir far more precious to him than any golden treasure. Placing a wineglass between my wide-opened legs, he asked me to piss into it; but though I was hard pressed I could not help laughing at such an idea and asked him, if he meant me but to fill that small glass.

— Then piss here, he said, just as I felt it was coming, and placing his open lips under my thrilling cunt, he swallowed each drop of the amber coloured liquor, which I with eager rapture, poured into his mouth. He kissed and sucked my cunt directly after this, till a stream of spunk inundated his beard and only then rose; showing me his beautiful prick, longer and straighter than ever ready to burst with lust. Yet we did not hurry on the sweet crisis. We took up different positions in order to enable us to enjoy each other completely, we sucked, licked, kissed and frigged each other furiously, and I never ceased to spend in the arms of that beloved man. When he had last introduced his glorious member in my cunt, at the same time inserting a finger into my bumhole, I spent with an almost killing ecstasy and actually fainted away. Thus I never noticed the doings of the other couples.

My vigorous nature, however, did not permit me to lie disengaged for a long time, when every body else was enjoying the rare opportunity of a real orgie. When I recovered my senses the dear Mrs. D… was sitting beside me, bathing my temples with eau-de-Cologne; all the others were already in the midst of another encounter.

Wanting to stir the passions of his pretty, but not too clever young wife, Mr. Pole de Mont had asked the count to be his partner in initiating her into the exquisite and over powering delight of a double junction. The count was in her pretty cunt while her husband, who had for some months practised bottom-fucking on her second altar, had engulfed his prick to the cods in this smaller orifice.

The remedy was evidently efficacious for the lady was wriggling her arse in all directions crying loudly, that she never knew what voluptuousness was till now. She discharged abundantly, for we saw a stream of creamy spunk flow down the legs of the count, lying under her.

Debora had stretched herself on the floor; the priest at right angles to her had buried his well-developed instrument between the rosy lips of her delicious cunt while his tongue, teeth and hands were busy on Helene's handsome bubbies and coral lips. The latter in her turn was lying on her back at right angles to the priest parallel to Debora and she had her sweet little slit belaboured by Mr. de Boar's hard and extremely long prick, while he devoured the other lady's mouth with his kisses.

All this bawdiness was too much for my lascivious and insatiable nature. I began to caress Mrs. D…'s large and swelling breasts. By significant looks and movement I made her understand that I once more was ready for action With salacious lubricity she complied to my dumb desire and instantly straddled over me, so that her magnificent bottom with its corrugated brown hole surrounded by small ringlets of black hair come just over my face. Between her wide opened thighs I saw the thick lips of her enormously developed cunt, the red flesh of which she slowly pressed down on my face. I darted in my tongue and sucked her clitoris well; while she frigged and gamahuched both my entrances with tongue and fingers. Her outrageously lustful passions showed themselves by the convulsive tremors of her whole frame. The crisis approached; with a spasmodic contraction of her buttocks she shout out a flood of thick, pearl-coloured spunk over my face and bosom, just as I spent into her mouth and my not less abundant discharge oozed down my thighs.

As I have promised to be brief I shall not describe our further proceedings on this ever-memorable night. At four o'clock we parted and the count, Debora and I, quietly returned to the castle.

During the whole winter the same party met once a month, when full moon, at «the enchanted Palace in the wood» and being almost all ungovernable in our passion, we realised to the utmost extent every salacious enjoyment, that the most experienced lubricity could suggest.

Debora and I became intimate friends and some years ago, when she, on account of her marriage with the brother of the count's lady manager-who is actually countess of Conpine-destroyed all relics and compromising keep sakes from her stirring youthful days, she confided her most interesting diary to my care. Some day or other I intend to publish the most exciting pages of this little book, convinced that more than one lady would like to know the secret almost daily occurrences in a pretty, lascivious and successful young woman's life.

— And now, my dear Grosvit, come quick into my arms. My spunk is flowing and my cunt is longing to embrace your noble prick.

The Doctor did as she bade him, other fucks followed and they all had a most delicious night, the details of which can better be imagined than described.

On a later encounter the word was given to Mr. Grosvit, whose curious experiences on the same subject will be reserved for a particular volume.

Content

Mary Suckit
Yvonne

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

CHAPTER VII