Eveline

be a young woman.'

'Oh! I wish I was already a grown-up woman!'

'It will all come in time-you are getting on fast.'

While this edifying conversation was progressing, the man had let the girl slip from his knee. She stood between his legs. His left arm encircled her tapered waist. His right played with her ankles, her calves, and her knees. Then he advanced his eager hand a little further. Suddenly he bent forward and pressed his lips to her with a fervent embrace which spoke volumes to us witnesses. He sucked long and ardent kisses from her with the bestial avidity of a satyr.

'Who told you about kissing, Lucy?'

'That girl at school. She said the men knew best how to kiss.'

'She was right, dear girl! What else did she say?'

'Oh, I don't know-but she said men liked to feel the girls about- well-you know-under their clothes.'

'Yes, I think she was right, dear child! So they do!'

Suiting the action to the word, he slipped his hand further up between the girl's thighs. His eyes glowed-his lips parted.

'Oh, there it is! What a nice little slit it is!'

'Oh, father! Don't! That hurts! Pray, don't!'

We looked at one another for a moment. The secret was out.

'Give me your hand, Lucy. Put it there-do you feel that?'

'Oh yes, I do! I know-you told me about it.'

'What did I tell you it was? What did I say you might call it?'

'I remember! You told me last time. You said it was a prick.'

The man had been loosening his clothes. He held the child's hand close to him as they continued-

'What did that girl at the school tell you it was called?'

'She said some other name. I think she said it was a diddle. It was when she pointed to the statue of Mercury on the stairs. But it was not at all like yours. It was very small and hung down. Yours is always upright, father-and oh, so big!'

He drew aside his shirt. He exposed his naked member with the child's little hand in contact.

'Isn't that nice, Lucy-oh so nice! We are all right and quite alone here. You have only to be quite quiet and play with my prick.'

'Yes, I know. Now mother's at Liverpool, we shall not be found out. Oh, my! If I was! How she would beat me! But-but-you won't forget the album, will you, father! I'm promised several photos to put in it.'

'No, my darling, certainly not. But come, take off your clothes. I want to see you naked. I want to see all your pretty things.'

'Oh, father! must I take them all off?'

'All except your chemise. Of course not your boots. They are too smart to lose sight of.'

As the pretty child stripped, I feasted my eyes on the lascivious exhibition. She was as fair as one of Watteau's beauties and far more comely. A lovely little Venus, with limbs like the most delicate ivory. The man sat at his ease contemplating the process of disentanglement from the manifold tapes and laces which hindered the operation. His member was exposed in its erected state beneath our full gaze. He had evidently no shame, but on the contrary, showed rather a Satanic delight in all the indecency he perpetrated.

'Ah, that's right! Now come here, Lucy! What a delicious little slit! Let me feel it! How soft and warm it is- how my fingers slip in between the pretty lips. You must never let the boys touch it. You must always keep it for me.'

'Mother says some day I shall have hair on it.'

'Yes, I dare say, unless you let me take care of it for you. But Lucy, my prick wants to be kissed.'

She went down on her knees. She clasped the man's member, a large and long one, in both hands, and imprinted a fervent kiss on the livid gland. He pushed it forward towards her.

'Now suck it at little, Lucy! Think of the chocolate!'

The girl opened her lips. The man pushed forward. The big head entered Lucy's mouth; she sucked to order.

'Oh, that is nice! That's delicious-stop now! I must suck your slit. Put your feet on the sofa. Bend over my head-so.'

The satyr held the delicate child close to him. He parted the rosy lips of her peach-like slit with his fingers, then he applied his eager face, covering her belly and beautiful mount with humid kisses. Finally, he sucked her parts until he appeared to have exhausted his breath. Lucy seemed to feel no particular sympathy with her parent's toying, but rather to be inspired by a certain obedience, which, no doubt, she connected with the promised reward. Then, hot from his obscene caress, he sat up.

'That was a real treat to me, Lucy! Now I want you to turn round and round slowly that I may see how nice you look naked.'

The fair child obeyed, slowly rotating, posturing, and posing her exquisitely graceful and youthful form beneath the bestial gaze of her excited progenitor. As for the man, he sat upon the edge of the lounge, his legs wide apart, his shirt drawn up, his member, red-topped and erect, curving its length backwards towards his navel as if confident of the pleasures yet in store for it. Then he rose and, catching the little sylph in his arms, carried her unresisting to the ample bed.

'Look, look, Eveline! Do you see? Do you think he is going to put his member into her? It looks like it.'

As cautiously, I rejoined:

'Yes, papa, it looks like it! What a beautiful child! What a fine thing he has! I should like his thing, papa! Would you like the girl?'

I gently lowered my hand. I clasped his limb, loose already from the confinement of his trousers.

'Oh! How stiff you are, dear papa! This erotic scene is almost too much for you. Pray keep calm! Let us look on and watch them further.'

The girl was on the bed; the man was kneeling over her naked form.

'You won't hurt me again like last time, will you?'

'Of course not, Lucy! Only hold still; put your pretty legs apart! Now raise you knees up-so! I must lie down on your soft little belly and feel how warm it is!'

'Oh! But you are pushing it into me! It's-it's-oh, my! It's too big! Oh, father, pray don't-you hurt!'

'Be quiet, I say, you young she-devil! You were not making all that noise when I caught you with young Symes.'

'Oh, oh, no! But his thing was not near so big as yours, and he was ever so gentle.'

'Well! If he could have you, so can I! Lie still, I say! It's going in now-there! It's half in already! How tight you are, Lucy-you young harlot! I'll tell you mother if you cry out! Lie still, I tell you! There! There-now you've got it! Oh-ugh! How nice it is! Oh! Jig-jig- joss!'

The man began to move up and down; Lucy took a big mouthful of the bedclothes and half shut her pretty eyes.

'Oh, father! It's too far in! You hurt-'

'Nonsense, Lucy, you must have it all! I'm too stiff to stop now! Hold up! Let me put my hands under your bottom. That's right. Now I can get in better! Oh, my-it's lovely!'

She groaned. The lascivious parent commenced to move up and down with a regular cadence. It was easy to see he was in absolute possession. From our hiding place we could see his weapon moving in and out between the girl's plump young thighs. I began insensibly working papa's limb in my warm hand as we looked on. The man stopped occasionally as if to prolong and linger over his pleasure. The girl lay utterly passive, her little hand convulsively clutching the sheet as if to fortify her to bear the process of the disproportionate coitus with less suffering. Suddenly her companion retook himself to his libidinous exercise. A few rapid jerks-a thrusting, straining movement upon his little victim-and it was easy to see his climax was at hand. It came. He fell with a gasping cry upon Lucy's rosy little form and lay bereft of all motion save the hoarse breathing with which he accompanied the overflow of his nature.

'He has done! He has discharged right into her!' whispered dear papa.

My hand grasped the erected staff-it pushed itself forward. I worked it quickly, decisively. A plentiful stream