Donewell - Green Girls

I smiled and replied: If I did so it was to please my protector and you do so because you like it. Every taste is allowed: I won't quarrel with you about that. I am offended at your indifference and if you should prefer Nanette, it is not necessary that we should be sweethearts. I prefer nobody, but I like to amuse myself, I answered.

Why did you not call me?

The waltz was over and we parted without having contracted a new alliance. Angela, as nice looking as possible in her male attire, engaged me for the next dance. Being an excellent pianist, Isabelle was asked to play the piano in order that the mistresses might get their share of the pleasure.

She retired, sending me a clandestine look ominous of some future attack.

Angela encircled me with her arms, kissed me and said: Take heed of Isabelle, she sticks and it is difficult to get rid of her. But what was the matter? At the upper end of the room, they crowded together, animated, agitated, on fire? A thin that anywhere would have compromised the discipline of the school. Elsie Robert and Nanette, bearing the train of Juliette, had by tucking up her clothes uncovered her buttocks and all the little hussies were now kneeling behind her kissing her arse, encircling it with their slender arms, giving themselves up in caresses which seemed to fascinate our grand principal.

One replaced another and afterwards they ran about the room shoving forward their round buttocks, which some of the elder pupils from time to time gave a light slap.

Isabelle started a mazurka; Angela grasped me in her arms and off we went!

It is late, darling; I'll put off the continuation of my recital of our nocturnal feast till my next letter.

Your Adeline who kisses and bites you.

From the Same to the Same

After the mazurka, Nanette carried me off for another waltz and said, Oh, I'll wager that you had a scene with Isabelle. I did not answer and she went on: Don't fear, I'll do her no harm. One cannot control one's fancies and in spite of her malicious and changeable character, she is a nice girl. Personal affections do not include voluptuous desires. Blanch tells me you have given her the dildoe. Will you give it to me, too?

To be sure, whenever you like.

Even if Isabelle put a spoke in our wheel?

She is but a pupil and you are a mistress.

That's no answer, my dear; pleasure alone should inspire your heart.

I would like it; have I not already enjoyed your body!

That's better. You've a great deal of natural discretion. Always act on the spur of your personal fancies.

An idea has puzzled me very much for a while.

Which, please?

Are not the little ones dangerous?

No, they are well trained, well managed and they know they will lose the opportunity of amusing themselves, if they tell tales. Three fourths of them do not leave the school during the holidays for their parents ate afraid they will recommence the fault for which they were brought here.

It cannot be the Misses Geraud who founded the school; they are too young, are they not?

They have only had for five years. They bought it of the Chaplain's sister who retired, because she grew too excited; at that time Miss Juliette had the management of the upper class.

I thought as much.

Suddenly my look became haggard and following the direction of my eyes, Nanette couldn't help smiling. Are you jealous? whispered she.

No, oh no! But I think that is going it rather far.

I had just seen that Lisa Carrin was kneeling between the Chaplain's thighs with his prick in her mouth. The sentimental Lucienne d'Herbollien was standing beside him, her skirt tucked up, abandoning herself to his titillations, while he with half shut eyes and thick lips panted like a man who is on the verge of spending.

At this moment the evolution of the waltz carried me towards the piano and my eyes met Isabelle's. She indicated with an ironical look the group of the Chaplain and his two accomplices. I confess that in spite of the answer I had given Nanette, I was overcome with a fit of jealousy. The dance was almost over. This waltz terminated the first part of the feast. It was time for supper.

Encouraged by the mistresses, excesses were going on everywhere. Before the scenes in view, Nanette gave some details concerning the mysteries of the house.

Fanny Geraud was very fond of women and her greatest passion, her dearest and most tender friend, her particular sweetheart, happened to be Elise Robert, whose violet Lesbian temper excited and stirred her. The two women often slept together living like husband and wife, and from time to time added zest to their pleasure by taking one or two of the little ones between them.

Juliette had as a set off a real lover. She received frequent visits from the husband of an ancient pupil who had been her favorite when she had the management of the upper class and their relations had continued at the festivals of the Red Girls.

Lucienne d'Herbollien, the sentimental beauty, was of a very lascivious temper and sought especially sexual intercourse with Nannette; but she did not neglect some of her pupils, amongst whom were mentioned Isabelle and Josepha de Brougier. At the name of Isabelle, Nannette did not fail to cry:

You see, one is sure to hit upon her everywhere!

The last measures of the waltz were played and she ceased her communications. I examined swiftly the whole of the room; the amorous fever was perceptible in every corner. Everybody spoke in a low voice; no noise was heard and people gathered in groups to gratify their sensual lust.

Elsie Roberts had Juliette on her knees their tongues were billing and cooing in each other's mouths. Perceiving Marie Rougemont occupied with Anne Flavaud's bum, Juliette cried: Marie, I offer you mine as you are so fond of them. She stretched herself across Elsie's thighs, tucking up her petticoats behind, and happy, proud of the permission, Marie showered down her most graceful caresses upon Juliette's pretty arse.

As Elsie was sitting on a couch Blanche got up beside her and standing before her presented her cunt, wanting 'des ninettes.'

Clementine de Buroof, a slender blonde of eleven, rather tall for her age, looking almost naked in her apology of dress, went from group to group, titillating, getting titillated, bold, shameless, tucking up rebellious skirts, asking now here, now there, for a suckeress, and somebody fond of caressing arses. Extravagant and foolish as she was, she ran away as soon as some one was going to satisfy her to address some one else.

Angela, my great friend was together with Georgette Pascal while hugging one another with their hands strayed down between each other's thighs.

If Isabelle had shown me the Chaplain, Liza Carrin and Lucienne in a scoffing manner, I might have taken my revenge by calling her attention to Mr. Gaudin, who was occupied with a pupil of my class, Marguerite Dechelles, a brunette of thirteen, tall, vigorous, rather, but very graceful, very womanlike, with well developed buttocks of which he seemed very fond no doubt by way of contrast to Isabelle's.

Fanny clapped her hands and everybody ceased as though by enchantment. Supper was ready. The meal was served in the refectory. Besides the usual three lengthwise tables there was a fourth placed crosswise so as to preside over the other three. This was the table of honour.

As the nocturnal feast was given in my request I took my seat between the Chaplain and Angela. This part of the feast was very delightful. The table being splendidly laid with flowers, confectionery and no end of wax candles increased the general joy. Some of the pupils waited on table under the direction of Georgette. The attendance left nothing to be desired.

Well, my little friend, said the Chaplain, are you enjoying yourself?