Mary Suckit
Yvonne
CHAPTER I
Miss Marie was a rather elderly lady, indeed above forty years of age. She was tall, meager, and somewhat large, her haunches and back parts were well developed and her breasts properly separated but not too prominent. Her glowing auburn hair was combed tightly off her ample forehead and gathered to a knot at the back of her head. Her conduct was extremely correct and modest, her large dark eyes, of undeterminable colour, were generally gazing preoccupied into the space or looking virtuously down before her, but at times, when hidden behind the thin, almost transparent lids, they sent forth sparkling, golden flashes, which betrayed the fire brewing under her modest and chaste surface.
For about a fortnight Marie had been the governess of Yvonne, a father and motherless girl, living with her old infirm grandfather.
Yvonne was an insignificant brunette, neither pretty, nor ugly; she was short, plump, pale, with big brown eyes in an oval face, surrounded by darkbrown lustreless hair. She was rather slow in her movements and decidedly slow in learning; her ignorance had became almost a proverb at the convent, in which she had received her education. I do not want to know all that, “I'll take a learned husband,” thus was her answer, whenever she was called upon to do some intellectual work. Nor did she like hand-work, she knew scarcely how to manage a needle, but nobody was more clever than she, when the question was, how to dress one's head or how to form one's hair into natural curls, and nobody had fingers more apt for tying a knot or arranging a bow.
She was far from talkative, and in the beginning Marie was rather at a loss what to do with her silent companion.
Yvonne was prejudiced against her. Marie was fulfilling the place of a companion and chaperon, but she was called Yvonne's governess; governess means a lady, who has the care of instructing a young girl and Yvonne did not like to be instructed any longer. She was going to marry, that was what she aimed at.
To her great regret her grandfather's health and her own young age prevented her coming out; but time might change that and then — !
When left to herself she thought of nothing but this husband «imaginaire.» She seemed to feel his kisses on her lips, and hear him whisper loving words in her ear. She devoured secretly all sorts of novels and comedies and learned by heart the most exciting parts. Her whole body yearned for love; her imagination increased her passions; and she felt the blood throbbing in her aching head and limbs as if the veins would burst. One sleepless night, while still at the convent, she had tried to calm the palpitation of her sensual parts by placing her hand over the panting lips of her hairless cunt; without knowing what she was about, she put her middle-finger on the little button at the top of the lips and began to tickle and hay it in different ways. This excited her greatly; she quickened the action of her hand, opened her lips and breathed laboriously; her thighs trembled, her bottom moved up and down, till with one final heave she spent her virgin spunk. The sensation was so delicious, the deathlike sleep which followed was so ravishing, that she repeated the exercise, whenever she had an opportunity of doing so-For the last two years she had had her monthly courses regularly and especially at the end of this period her desire became more ardent than ever and the following morning a circumstained middle-finger or even two and three fingers bore tokens of the night's pleasure.
Marie would have been delighted if she had been aware of this. She was in possession of outrageously lustful passions and suffered physically and mentally, when in the impossibility of satisfying her sensual desires. Under her correct and modest out ward appearance burned a violent fire; no salacious wantonness was sufficiently voluptuous for her; she would enjoy erotic pleasures of any sort with her own sex or with men. Her greatest delight was to play with a man's well developed cock, to cover and uncover its head, to tongue and suck it, while tickling on his balls; but at the same time she wanted a wench to suck her clitoris and to lick up her spendings as she discharged. The question was, however, not so much how she spent, if she had but the opportunity of feeling her spunk flow in torrents.
Previous to taking up her residence with Yvonne, she had performed the same duties in another family beside a young, lively, hot-tempered girl, who was just now on her wedding-trip. It was in fact her marrying, that compelled Marie to leave a situation, that gave her every possible satisfaction.
At this house she had made the acquaintance of her actual lover, Mr. Grosvit.
He was a man between the two ages, tall and lean. His skin was soft and fair like that of a woman, the thin hair which crowned his bald head was of the palest gold colour and behind his gold-rimmed spectacles sparkled two almost colourless eyes with a remarkable brightness.
He was a doctor of medicine, but for some unknown reasons never practised as a physician; his means permitted him to lead an independent life, and if he chose to occupy himself as a teacher, it was partly to utilise his extraordinary knowledge of botany, partly to turn off the notice from his more private occupations.
As he was so very serious and a married man, the families, in which he gave his lessons, did not keep up so rigorous a surveillance, as they would have done if he had been younger and considered handsome. He was, indeed, often left alone with his pupils and what advantage he took of this circumstance may be seen from what follows.
One day Marie came unexpectedly into the room, where Mr. Grosvit gave his lesson. May be that the thick carpets deepened the sound of her steps, may be that both teacher and pupil were deepened by their excited passions, at any rate, neither of them perceived her entrance and she could contemplate their attitude at her ease for several minutes.
Both were sitting at a table covered with plants and books, to which they paid little or no attention. Their eyes were fixed upon one another's faces, their lips were apart and their breath came and went turbulently. Dr. Grosvit had unbuttoned his trousers and drawn forth an enormous prick, at the present moment raised to its full length. He kept one hand on the open book before him; with the other he guided that of the young girl and made her cover and uncover the crimson head of his magnificent prick.
For a minute Marie remained motionless on the threshold of the door; she grew almost as agitated as the two actors; and she nearly envied the gamy girl the pleasure of handling this beautiful specimen of a man's cock.
With a smothered cry she suddenly dashed forward and placed herself between the doctor and the gamy girl, who, in her surprise let go the prick. She faced her pupil with burning cheeks and flaming eyes, but at the same time she led her hand backward, seized the doctor's still stiff and palpitating member and gave it a most hearty squeeze.
The doctor had for a minute been somewhat troubled. He knit his brows and a half smothered “Confound it” pressed itself forth between his teeth; but at the rather rough caress and feeling her cool fingers quickly titillating on his balls, his face brightened; he heaved a sigh of deliverance and smiled understandingly to himself.
The gamy girl felt herself lost; she shut her eyes in tremendous dismay and awaited the crushing verdict.
— Ah, you are, indeed, a charming girl! I wonder, how long this has lasted. Do you not know, that you are my ward; that it is for me to direct your instruction and not for you to pick up knowledge behind my back. This is your lesson of botany. If you wished to become acquainted with Mr. Grosvit's tantalizing cockey, you ought to have told me so and I should have seen what to do for you.
She had released her hand of the doctor's cock and he had once more buttoned his trousers. He rose and bowed respectfully to her.
— Madam, said he; I hope you will do me the honour to accompany your ward, as you call this young lady, to my rooms in town and that you will be so kind as to help me to initiate her into the delicious mystery of the science called venery.