all.'

Madame Rade heaved a happy sigh;?1,750-for that she didn't care who broke that little wisp of skin which guarded Toinette's womb.

Tubby went, and she stayed with Maudie to smoke and chat.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Toinette's Trial

Charlie, strolling from his room, came upon MIle Rade standing at the door of a bedroom a few yards down the corridor.

He had scarcely even spoken to the fascinating French girl before the motor ride, but he had noted her delicate petite airs and graces.

' Tantahas gone to Miss Maudie,' she volunteered. 'Everybody's gone out; I'm supposed to stay here learning lessons. I feel so lonely.'

Charlie suggested that he might keep her company.

'Oh, do,' she answered, 'come in here. It's a bedroom, but it doesn't matter.'

Charlie was nothing loth: she was as pretty as a little bit of Dresden china-and he longed for a kiss, just a tiny playful toying with her lips.

He followed her in.

MIle Rade-dear, sweet, diminutive Toinette-had not her hair now in plaits, but fluffed out over her forehead, and luxuriantly flowing over her shoulders.

She was still very short frocked, her skirts well above her knee. She was not high-booted as when we first met her, but the daintiest little shoes gave every chance for effective display to her ankles.

She curled up on the bed, and Charlie, a little nervously, sat down beside her, and, a little more nervously, kissed her ear. He got a sweet, thrilling kiss back, right on the lips, and, without further hesitation, drew her over his lap and ran his hand up her legs.

She let his hand go right to its goal, then slid her fingers after it.

'Listen, you great big darling,' she said, 'you must do just as I tell you. Understand, I am little and young, and I mustn't have it an-just yet. Tanta says I may do everything except exactly “it”-that is “fuck”-it makes me blush to say it'-it really made Charlie blush to hear it from those petite lips-'and-well-play with me as much as you like-oh, do: I love it so: I know I shall be terrible when I grow older and Tanta lets me.'

She slid from his lap, and lay with her legs wide open. Her eyes glittered as they twinkled invitingly into his. 'Get all naked, dear,' she said, and ran her fingers over his fly buttons.

He did, and lay by the girl's side; she was still fully dressed. His cock was very stiff, and when her tongue touched its end, and her fingers toyed with his balls, he knew that she could taste a drop of semen. She could hardly get her mouth over the whole glans-Charlie was very largely made-but she licked ecstatically.

Charlie experienced a curious sensation: he felt he wanted this dainty little darling always, and an almost overmastering lust to disregard her request and rape her came over him! Little by little he undressed her, while she still sucked him, and he had the greatest difficulty to keep from spending. She had just managed to get all the tip in now.

Charlie couldn't bear it any more. Gently he pushed the little darling's head from his cock, and lustfully he grasped her to him, smothering her throbbing lips with kisses. As her tiny, red-hot tongue darted in and out of his mouth, he felt a thrill of lust all over him which he never remembered before. Then he took what little clothing was left from her, and buried his head between her legs. It was delicious, divine. His tongue must have touched her maidenhead, for she shuddered a little with pain, and he felt her fingers clutch on his head.

The girl lay back, her eyes closed, in an ecstasy of lust. She too had a mad longing to be really properly fucked, to have this great, strong, handsome young man clasp her to him with all his strength, and thrust that throbbing tool of his up, right up, no matter how it hurt. The tongue was lovely, but oh! the thought of the other, the real thing. But she wouldn't disobey her aunt. She knew that her maidenhead was for sale; she knew too that it would probably fall to the lot of some horrid, rich old man, who would pay a fabulous price for it-and oh! wouldn't she be untrue to him afterwards. But the first she did want with a man she was in love with. She wavered a little and heaven knows what might have happened-for Charlie, his lips all wet with the sweet moisture flowing from those red-hot cunt lips was almost mad with lust-had there not been an interruption.

Both were so wholly carried away with the lust tremors which gripped them from head to toe that they had lost consciousness of all else.

Charlie, when he felt a smack on his bottom, thought at first it was Toinette-but still there were both her hands on his head. She couldn't have three hands.

A voice brought-him back to life.

'So Mister Charlie, it is so you play with my little niece. It is so, missie, that you would learn your lesson. Fie, fie!'

Charlie got up-and did feel a fool. Stark naked, with a rampant cockstand, he stood in the presence of this ultra Parisian lady, who, to his immense relief, seemed to view the situation as a little humorous.

Little naked Toinette sat up, feebly giggling.

Madame Rade was plump, but she was very pretty. In her stage days in Paris she had been a very noted beauty. Even now, though she was nearer forty than thirty, she was a tasty dish.

'Well, ma petite,' she said, 'have you enjoyed your lesson from Monsieur Charlie?'

'It was divine, Tanta,' answered the child, now unabashed and smiling.

'An apt teacher, hein?'

Charlie was blushing all over, but regaining his composure, now he saw that he was not blamed.

'One thing, Mister Charlie, I must ask you,' continued Madame, 'you have not deflowered la petite?'

'On my word, no, madame; your niece said you didn't mind her going just as far as that, but no further. Perhaps it's as well you did come in. I was madly randy, and I don't know what might have happened.'

'Poor boy,' and she laid her jewelled hand on his great stiff cock. 'Poor boy, would you like it satisfied? I'm not a little girl now, but there are worse, n'est ce pas?'

'Oh do, Charlie,' said the girl- 'oh do fuck Tanta. I have read a great deal, and I have seen pictures, but I have never seen it really done. Oh Tanta, darling, do it quick.'

'Well,' said Madame Rade, 'veux tu?'

Charlie did not speak, but the kiss that Madame Rade got made her sting with lust.

'Do you know, you dear, delightfully bad boy, that I haven't done it for six whole months. Now, ma mignonne this is going to be your lesson. Undress me, Charlie darling.

She wore a pretty shimmery summer frock of forest green with red roses in her belt, and more roses beneath the great drooping brim of her hat. The skirt was short and fully displayed a very dainty ankle and tiny foot-how often plump women have such deliciously tiny feet and hands, and what an especial charm therein lies.

She was dressed to correspond right through. The rose and the forest leaf dominated everything, but there were two shades in each colour; the soft rose of love, and the scarlet of passion. A gilded thread tied her chemise and her drawers-the note of avarice.

It was the woman's nature encapsulated in a dress poem. She stood at last naked, save for her scarlet stockings — the upward note in the confection-plump, piquante, ravissante. The girl lay on the bed, wide-eyed, intently curious.

What was to follow, Charlie thought, ought to be done in a deep forest glade. Satyrs ought to be there, grinning their lust, nymphs 'idly wandering, cupids half ashamed, the great god Pan himself, and Orpheus with his lute, and-and-but it was only a bedroom in an ultramodern riverside house, and he still felt the vibration of the motor wheel in his fingers, and motors and mythology don't quite synchronise.

The bed was roomy, and there was a space for Toinette to lie at the side while Charlie lifted plump, pimpante Madame Rade on to the soft mattress.

They were both nervous. Charlie felt that he was expected to give a lesson to the doll-like divinity by his side;

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