Yvonne

— Which book?

— The book I received with the pictures. But oh, go on, darling miss Mary, I did not understand one half of it, and I must know all.

— Well, my dear, I'll continue. You know-that mental affections exert a certain influence on the blood, for instance, when you get perplexed or ashamed, it will rush to your cheeks, forehead and neck. You cannot help it. The affect asserting itself here is about the same. Looking at, or touching or sometimes but thinking of a woman excites a desire within the man to get into her. The blood rushes from his head and spine into his cock, fills it and makes it rise and swell out to an unknown size.

Yvonne's eyes beamed with pleasure. Like that she was an exceedingly pretty girl, passion quite transformed her. She squeezed Mary's arm and murmured:

— Oh, now I understand!

But Mary was in a hurry to finish the preliminaries and continued:

— The woman's sexual organs belong for the most to the interior parts of her body, as they are destined to receive the man's liquid and to contain the growing baby for about nine month's of its existence; they are very different from those of the man.

By this time Mary's hand had slipped under the blankets and got up to Yvonne's very pretty, but quite hairless mount Venus.

— Externally there are the inner and outer lips of pudenda, which conceal and protect the sheat.

Here Mary moved her hand within the lips and gradually tried to introduce a finger up her cunt.

— Oh, Mary, what are you at? Oh, don't — She squeezed her thighs together and Mary drew out her fingers and began to frig her button.

— This is the clitoris, the starting point for woman's sensual rapture.

— Mary was now frigging in good earnest and as Yvonne was accustomed to this game by means of her own finger, she willingly yielded to her caresses. Moreover this recalled to her mind the intoxicating scene in the wood. Mary soon called forth the supreme crisis. She had then become so excited herself that she slipped into the bed, pulled up her night-gown, and lying upon Yvonne, pressing and clasping her close, opened the lips of both their quims and squeezing them together quite pushed them into each other.

— You like that, darling, don't you? But it ought to be a big prick, with a rosy-red head, that your little cunt engulfed. A good big prick, very stiff, and hard as iron. It should rub in and out your sweet little cunt, and the full knob should tickle your entrails, till a torrent of boiling sperm was shed into your little womb.

The little one lay mute in her arms, but the heaving and writhings of her body showed, that she was not impassive. Mary threw her arms about her loins and rubbed their quims together, at first slowly, then more and more violently, till the warmth, the friction of her hand lips against the girls bald cunt, the contact of their excited buttons and naked bodies, their kisses and tonguing brought on such a spasm of delight, that not only the cunt of Yvonne, but her thighs, arse and buttocks were wetted with their united abundant spendings.

They lay soaking in bliss for about half an hour. Then Mary rose, fetched a sponge and removed the tracks of her bawdiness from the girl's slender forms. Yvonne lay motionless with closed eyes, so that Mary thought her asleep; but when she had covered her carefully with the blankets and was going to leave the room on tip-toe, took hold of her nightgown and asked:

— Tell me, Mary, pray! Where those the naughty words that you employed just now, you know?

Mary smiled and nodded.

— Yes, but you must go to sleep, dear, it is very late.

— Oh, one word more, please! Where did you learn all those things?

— Why, my dear, that's a long story, much too long to tell you to-night.

— But you'll tell it me some day?

— Yes, if you are a good girl and very discrete. But really, you must go to sleep, Yvonne. It is past midnight.

— No, no, no, no! I have one question more to ask. Have you got a lover now, say! I mean here in Paris?

— Oh! little curiosity! What is that to you, please?

— It is, I should like to be hidden some where one day when you are going to practise love together. My own darling miss Mary, don't say no! Let me accompany you some day, when you are going to him.

— Well, I shall think about it. But let me go then, dear, and try to sleep.

— No, I won't let you go till you promise to do what I ask.

— Naughty girl, said Mary, laughing. Well, I promise.

— Thank you, my own dear miss Mary. One kiss more, please, and I shall go to sleep like a good girl.

Mary kissed her lovingly and retired to her own room. Before she had finished her splashing over the bidet, she heard by Yvonne's long-drawn breath, that the child was sound asleep, and before many minutes she too slept the sleep of the just.

CHAPTER IV

Both pupil and governess got up rather late the following morning.

Though it was Mary's intention to let pass some days before she initiated Yvonne into love's mystery, it is doubtful, if she had been able to do so; for her restrained passions were raised to the utmost extent and she was wild to feel a prick in her lustful cunt. Happily some lady-visitors from the country-the sister of Yvonne's god mother and her two elderly daughters-precluded even the idea of a seance that day. It was all the more fortunate, because Yvonne, who was always pale, had of late become still paler, with dark streaks under her eyes, which occasioned several inconvenient questions from their visitor. Mary laid the blame on town-life; but really she began to fear that the administered draught had been too strong and that it would be necessary to keep an eye upon the girl's private pleasures, if she Wanted to benefit of her lasciviousness for Grosvit and herself.

In the evening Yvonne was sent early to-bed and slept soundly when Mary came upstairs.

On the second day after their excursion to Meudon, Mary entered Yvonne's room in the morning, while she was dressing and told her, that she would fulfil her promise that day, if Yvonne would promise to be very discrete, and never speak to any living soul of what she might see and hear.

— You know, my dear girl, that the world is full of prejudices. I am a poor governess obliged to earn my livelihood in a dependant situation; if my reputation is destroyed, it will be very difficult, for not to say impossible for me to maintain my position. The world is so severe to the poor and subordinate; what it forgives the rich people, it never will forgive us. And yet, it would be rather hard lines, if I never should have tasted the bliss of love; having no fortune, you know, I could scarcely expect to marry. When I was quite young, I had a good friend, who exposed all this to me and who taught me, how I could enjoy my life in all safety.

— I have promised you to tell you my story, and I shall do so some day. To-day I shall take you into my secret and perhaps there will be a chance for you to get more acquainted with the good doctrines of Mr. Priapus and Mrs. Venus.

After the second breakfast they went for their usual walk. Mary conducted Yvonne to a small street near the river, where she stopped before a well-known grey brickhouse. It had but three stories beside the groundfloor and contained a dozen of apartments for artists. Going upstairs Yvonne perceived some noted names-and several unknown ones-on pasteboards attached to the doors by drawing-pins and blue nails; dust of plaster and odour of ail and turpentine indicated, whether it belonged to a painter or to a sculptor.

Mary stopped on the last landing at the top of the house and opened the door with a key, she had in her pocket. Yvonne kept her eyes wide open, she was exceedingly curious. They entered a small rather long room divided into two equal parts by a thick oriental curtain.

The first compartment served as entry. The furniture consisted in a clothes-stand and the statue of a negro in full size, holding a lamp in his lifted hand. His loins were girded up with a light pale blue silk shawl, bulging out in the front in a rather suspicious-looking manner.

The lobby opened upon another room, which Mary entered the first. Yvonne saw her chance to raise the silk-