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
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
