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
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
