Yvonne turned red and white with astonishment and delight. The old thrilling sensation in her breasts and little Fanny became so intense that she could scarcely resist the temptation to suck up her clothes, and frig herself. The doctor was equally overwhelmed, and was on the point of bringing everything to the light when, by a good fortune, the train stopped at Meudon station, where the first thing Yvonne did was to go to the W. C. to calm her excited feelings by a hurried frigging and discharge.
They climbed to the wood and soon found a charming very lovely little opening surrounded by thick underwood.
Mary sat down under a tall beech tree at some distance from the others. She had brought a novel with her, and soon became so intent upon his book, that she had neither eves nor ears for her companions.
Grosvit lay down on the lawn resting the upper part of his body on his left arm, while his back was turned to Mary. Yvonne was sitting opposite to him gazing, preoccupied into the space. She had accomplished to finish the book and was now dreaming of all she would do, if she were free and master of her fortune. She would build a house like that of the gentleman in the book, in a remoted part of the town, and she would have a big room in the middle of the building, charmingly furnished, but with no windows. The principal furniture should be a large, low couch on which she, Yvonne, would lie, lightly dressed in a white muslin garb. The room should be splendidly illumined by rose coloured electric lamps, which would make her look very pretty and tempting. Her palace should be kept in custody by stout Arabic eunuchs (if Yvonne had known what is an eunuch, she would perhaps not have chosen them for her male guards) who, by the fact of their being deep and dumb, be sure not to betray her paradise. Whenever she found a young man with whom she should like to offer to the lovely Goddess Venus, she would send him word to come to a certain street corner; her carriage and faithful servants should await him, give him the watchword, blind fold him and bring him to her. What splendid feasts she should have shut up in this safe place, far away from the boisterous world.
Grosvit interrupted her meditations, observing, that now they had reposed themselves for a good while, he thought it time to go to work and herborize. Leaving Mary to her lecture, they dived into the wood one searching to the right, the other to the, left. Grosvit, however, did not go too far from Yvonne-he had his plan fixed, and Yvonne kept at a certain distance of the doctor in the hope that she might get another and fuller glimpse of his tool, when he, profiting by her absence-as she supposed he would do- drew out his big thing to piddle. She was very curious to see how big it was. It seemed as if she was going to be disappointed. She found time long, decided to approach him to ask an explication about a plant she had found.
Grosvit pretended not to see her coming. He drew out his pego, and began to piddle using his prick which, at the present moment was soft and flabby, as a water-port, amusing himself with irrigating the plants to the right and to the left, sometimes sending a sudden jet of water right a loft, sometimes down before him. As he had foreseen, Yvonne stopped suddenly and squatted down behind some bushes from where she could see everything without-as she thought-being seen herself. This was what the doctor desired her to do. Having finished his pissing, the took to uncover the rose-coloured head of his prick and began to work it up slowly, but surely as a man who is in no hurry, and who knows how to lengthen a pleasure. It soon got erect and stiffened, swelling till it had attained a size, Yvonne never dreamed of. She gaped at this wonder with wide opened eyes. She licked her lips thinking how smooth and soft that coral button must be to touch with the tip of her tongue; of course her own hand wandered under her petticoats and her fingers were not idle; but how pleasant it would have been, if she could have replaced them by that glossy member and could have felt the top of it moving slowly up and down the smooth inside of her longing cunt.
The doctor toged his prick for well-nigh % quarter of an hour, all the while speaking to himself, but so loud, that the little one could hear every word. This was the sense of what she heard:
— Indeed, that little Yvonne is a charming girl. How quickly I cock for her! — What a pretty, little hairless cunt she must have! If I could but tongue it and drink her spendings or tickle her rose-coloured clitoris with the big knob of my prick! I am sure, she would like to play with my big sausage and to suck its swelling nut, but I dare not make the first step. If she would but make the least advance, I should not hesitate. Oh! the little minx, how I should make her spend! She has no idea, what a lewd I am and how many different pleasures I can give the little girls without breaking through their maiden head. If she knew it, she would not hesitate. Oh! I feel, it is coming. The liquid of my cods is shed for her. -Oh! I am spending, spending for Yvonne-! How delicious-! I say, Yvonne, look here-! Oh, come- take it-it is all for you, if you would but — ah!
It was quite a torrent of boiling sperm he had discharged over his fingers and hand. He exposed his prick for another minute, waiting till it was quite relaxed and then shut it up in his trousers, walking in the opposite direction of the bushes, behind which Yvonne was hidden. Arrived at a certain distance he stopped and called her by name.
The little wanton girl was then in quite an extraordinary state of rut, and by instinct directly knew what she had to do. She replied to his call, and when she saw, that he was approaching, tucked up her petticoats to her belly, squatted down as if she was piddling and began to frig herself, bending her head to see her finger toying her strutting clitoris. Having contemplated her doings for a minute or so, the doctor cried out:-What a charming spectacle!
Yvonne rose, looking very timid and bashful, let down her clothes and went up to Grosvit. Without saying a word both directed their steps towards the place, where they had left Mary reading. Yvonne advanced hesitatingly; she was very astonished that the doctor did not attempt a single indiscretion; but the good man was rather exhausted with his late exertion and was obliged to recover strength before he entered on further dissipations.
After having partaken of some refreshments and a glass of wine, which Mary had brought with her, the doctor and Yvonne left the governess at her lecture and sat down at some distance from her to examine the herbs and plants they had gathered. Sitting down Grosvit swiftly undid the flap of his trousers and made penetrate about one half of his cock.
Yvonne was already absorbed in her own thoughts when her teacher called her by name. She drew her eyes from the infinite blue and fixed them on his face; but feeling the blood rush to her checks under his scrutinizing regards, she soon cast them down. By this movement they fell upon Mr. Grosvit's half-strutting prick, which seemed to be growing out of his trousers. It thrilled her through; she could not hear herself from the enchanting sight and was wild with desire to touch it. Half paralysed she raised her eyes to his face. He smiled to her and pointed quite naturally to his unruly member. Answering to an imploring look from Yvonne he unbuttoned another button and drew forth the whole of his magnificent instrument, by this time being at full stretch. It was as Yvonne learned by later experiences of an enormous size but perfectly shaped and of a soft cream colour. He passed his and over it once or twice, backward and forward, and then shook it deliberately. Yvonne lay quite still, rooted to the spot. Unconsciously she stretched out her hand, but Grosvit put his finger on his lips to recommend her silence and sent a meaning look towards the place, where Mary was still absorbed in her reading. She retired it blushing and cast down her eyes. It was not till then, that she realized her impudity.