Yvonne had never ceased gazing at his prick; she felt her own thighs stiffen; it seemed as if his immense shaft was attached to her own belly and that it was she, who received his caresses.
When the final rapture came, she was almost beside herself with excitement, she pressed her hand down between her thighs, squeezing her petticoats between her fingers, and as the jet of spunk shot out from his ruby head, her virgin cunt followed suit. Though still of a goodly size his cock had come be quite limp and hang down its head. Seeing that it was going to disappear, she half-reluctantly-for decency's sake-put her little hand into his trousers and drew out the whole affair, balls and all. Delighted at the sight of the pretty toy she pressed her lips on it. just between the root of the shaft and the cods and then began examining it closely. Her cheeks were all aglow with excitement and her whole body seemed on fire. She gently titillated the prick and balls with the tip of her fingers and it soon regained its full vigour. The doctor asked her to look under the skin which still covered part of its head and at the same time approached her coral lips. She did as he bade her and remembering, what she had seen on some of the pictures, her anonymous friend had sent her, took its rosy head into her mouth, closing her lips around it and titillating it with her tongue to the intense gratification of the doctor, who involuntarily began some in and out movements of his delighted prick. Yvonne let go her hold and raised her head to see it all moist with saliva. But the doctor was too excited to permit a longer inspection of his mascular charms. He leaned with half-shut eyes and open lips against the tree and continuing to thrust his instrument forward, whispered:
— Go on, go on, darling!
She again took the vermilion knob into her mouth and by help of her tongue and lips over-whelmed it with caresses, while one hand frigged at the root of his prick, and the other gently handled the cods. The doctor was brought to the wildest state of excitement; his hands pressed her head toward his body, which advanced to meet it; the grand crisis seized him and with a smothered cry of delight he shot forth a torrent of burning sperm. The liquid poured down her throat and threatened to suffocate her; she instantly withdrew and gazed at the limp member. To her great surprise she beheld the so lately rampant weapon drooping its head and retiring within its shell, while some few drops of the milky white liquor were oozing from the small orifice in its head. It was reduced to a mere shadow of its former self while she gazed at it, and the foreskin gradually covered the lately so fiery and bursting head. Mr. Grosvit put it back into his trousers, covered it with his shirt and buttoned it up; he then sat down, crossing his legs «a la mode turque», and took the girl into his arms, laying her down over his thighs, her little full bottom nestling between his wide-spread legs. He supported her head with one arm, the hand of which tickled her left armpit and bosom. Yvonne thought herself transported into heaven. She shut her eyes and abandoned herself completely to his skilful-caresses. He glued his lips to hers and his tongue worked within her mouth and upon her tongue. His right hand lifted up her petticoats, unfastened her drawers and pulling them down wandered over her naked body, feeling her soft belly, thighs and beautiful hairless cunt. She opened her legs to facilitate his proceedings and the frigging of her cunt and clitoris speedily excited the amorous child to such an extent that she gave down her tribute on the altar of Venus with a deep and trembling sigh.
The doctor had caught sight of Mary between the bushes and motioned her to approach. She did so with loud cries of astonishment. Yvonne threw her arms around the doctor's neck and concealed her blushing face on his breast, while he, clasping her protectingly in his arm, tried to raise her drawers, Mary came up to the couple and kneeling down beside them, helped the doctor to fasten the drawers around Yvonne's waist. Her assistance, however, was of no great avail, for, being greatly excited herself-she had seen almost the whole scene-she suddenly put her hand under her dress and frigged her self madly, all the while scolding Grosvit and Yvonne in the softest tones.
— Good gracious! Doctor, how could you do such a thing. I am horrified beyond measure! Seducing a child under my care to all sort of indecency! Frigging her as if she was a grown-up woman! And probably you have made her gamahuche your prick in return. Say, didn't you? You put it into her mouth and poured out your spunk between her lips? O-h!
— It was so nice; let him finger your cunt as he did mine and you will never, never repent of it. Oh, do!
Turning towards Mary, who had sent down a most copious discharge, she threw her arms about her neck, kissed and tongued her, imploring her forgiveness. Mary returned her endearments, inhaling the odour of the doctor's sperm, of which she had been deprived so long, from her fresh, childish lips. She promised to forgive her, if she never spoke to any one of what had happened and if she engaged herself never to do anything the like again, without taking her, Mary, her own governess and very best friend, into her confidence.
They rose, took leave of Mr. Grosvit then and there and returned home. The afternoon passed as usual and not the least allusion was made to the incident in the wood. Though very kind and loving, Mary put on a rather serious face, which discouraged Yvonne, so that she did not venture to address her on the subject.
At ten o'clock they retired and having exchanged an affectionate goodnight-kiss each shut herself up in her own room. Yvonne undressed hurriedly, put her candle on the pot-stand beside her bed, and nestled down between her sheets, provided with all her delicious pictures. Mary undressed slowly, brushed her hair with salaciousness and put on her long white night-gown. Then she blew out her light and peeped through the key-hole to see what Yvonne was at. She could not get sight of her face, but hearing no noise but the crackling of paper, she softly opened the door and entered.
Yvonne heard the noise and, putting on a very innocent face, swiftly concealed her precious photographs under her sheets. Mary approached her bed without saying a word, sat down on the edge and pulled of the blankets, thus uncovering the pictures, which Yvonne kept clenched in her hand.
— What have you there, my dear?
Yvonne alternatively blushed and turned pale, and after some hesitation reluctantly ceded the treasure to her governess.
— Bless my soul, Yvonne! How did you get those dreadful pictures? Where on earth have they come from?
— Darling miss Mary, I really don't know. I received them some days ago by the post, and I cannot even guess, who sent them to me. If it be not…
She stopped blushing.
— You mean your teacher. Yes, it must be he, I suppose. Say, Yvonne, how long has this familiar intercourse between you lasted? It is very wrong, you know.
— Oh, don't be vexed, you are so good. I assure you, it has come all of a sudden. Yesterday, you know… and here Yvonne gave a true account of all that and happened.
— Well, my dear, said Mary, when she had finished her account. Since you have learned so much, I think it better to tell you all, that I should otherwise have reserved for a later moment. Look at this picture of a charming prick! In polite society it is called man's sexual parts, and it is, as you must know, very different from what is called woman's sexual parts. Look here!
And Mary raised her night-gown with an abrupt movement of her arm and exposed to Yvonne's searching look two perfectly shaped white thighs, a well-developed mount covered with thick curls of auburn hair, which ran up as far as her navel, divided by a pouting coral slit. Yvonne, whose erotic passions were wildly aroused by the sight, was going to touch it with her hand, when Mary swiftly let down her nightdress and recommenced her lecture on the pictures.
— As it is not convenient, that little girls should know anything about all this before they are in condition to combine practise with theory, we tell them, that the babies are found in the cabbage.
— Yes, interposed Yvonne, but that is not true. The babies are made in the womb of their mother.
— Yes. But do you know of what they are made?
Yvonne shook her head slowly, she knew perhaps, but was not quite sure.
— They are made of two different matters, one which issues from the father and another issuing from the mother. The masculine substance is formed in the testicles, as the physicians call them; there are two of them and they are hidden in a bag of skin, called the scrotum. All these are scientific names which I think it is useful you should know; women, being fond of their lovers give all these things a multitude of pet-names, some of which, I shall teach you by and by. It is the ball, which you see on this picture, above it is the penis, which has qualifications for different purposes. To begin with, it is from there the water pours out, when men piddle, and secondly, it is destined to be put into the woman to discharge the impregnating matter in her womb.
— Yes, I know, said Yvonne, nodding.
— You know! But who told you so, my dear?
— Oh, it was all in the book, you know.
