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
— 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.
