Anonymous: Eveline

Then a strange sensation of abandonment came over me. I felt excited beyond all self-restraint with the strangeness of the situation. I put my little hand again upon the huge spout. I felt it throb. The man's lust extended its influence to me. I was quite ready to meet his salacious advances. I seated myself in his armchair. He placed himself in front of me. I examined the big limb. I caressed it with my hand. I shook it and played with it, wondering at its size and elasticity.

"Now it is my turn. I must find where all your pretty charms hide themselves, ma belle"

He suited the action to the word. He trust his hand up my skirts. He reached my thighs unopposed. I was not in a humor to resist his audacious proceedings. Suddenly, he threw up my clothes. He saw the most private portion of my person fully exposed to his eager view. Instantly his face approached me, and sinking on his knees, he glued his lips to my orbit. I felt his hot tongue licking me like that of a dog, as he darted it backwards and forwards. Presently a sensation of voluptuous pleasure overpowered me. I shivered, and was conscious of having experienced the climax of sensual delight. The hunchback, however, continued his employment with evident relish. Very soon I found the same tingling spasms of pleasure pervading me, and my head fell back against the soft cushion while I lay in a sort of dreamy faint.

I was aroused by finding the concierge standing close before me, his long stiff member pressed against my cheek.

"Ma cherie, how you have come! You have had pleasure; tell me, was it nice? Now you will do for me what I have done for you, ma belle, will you not? Kiss my staff."

He pressed the knob of his thing against my lips. I kissed it just upon the small opening which showed on the end. I opened my mouth to speak. Instantly he pushed the big member forward. The knob passed in between my moist lips. It tasted nice. I liked it. I let him have his way. I did not care, I wanted to enjoy. So did he. I clasped the broad shaft with both hands, there was space to spare for both. I sucked it. I thought it was delicious. He writhed about. He worked up and down. He was plainly enjoying the liveliest sensations of pleasure. I tickled all round the little hole with my tongue. I withdrew my wet lips. I could look down it a little way. The big knob grew more purple and tasted like hot cheese. I held tight to his member. I worked my hands up and down it.

"Oh! Oh! It's delicious-go on, ma belle! Oh! Oh!"

I determined to go on. I suspected what he wanted to do. I did not mind. I would let him have his will; I continued sucking. Sometimes he almost withdrew the red nut from my lips and sometimes he thrust it as far as it could go into my mouth. His features worked with convulsive enjoyment. I also experienced a distinct and undefined pleasure in the act I was committing. Presently some slippery drops came from his limb. I felt half inclined to draw back. Before I could do so, however, he pushed forward. A perfect flood of hot stuff flew from the orifice and filled my mouth. I pumped with both hands, and sucked with my lips. I only desisted when he became calm. He seemed a very long time about it. I received it all in my mouth. It ran from my lips in a stream.

I found an opportunity a few days later to visit the concierge. Madame St. C was never tired of sounding his praises. He was such a conscientious little man. He strictly observed his religious duties. He so well knew how to drive away the people who tried to gain admittance with begging letters and other means of practicing upon the unwary. In short, he was inestimable. I only found him useful, and his singular passion excited my precocious lust for a knowledge of the male sex. He was the embodiment of very ordinary erotic desire and as such I made use of him.

He was as usual in his lodge. He welcomed me with a snort of obscene triumph. After seeing that all was secure, he invited me into his sanctum and pulling open his blouse and trousers produced his truncheon. I loved to grasp the long thing in my little hand. Before it could swell to its full size and be stiff and self-supporting, I put my lips to it and sucked it. I thought it delicious. Evidently he was of my opinion. It quickly-too quickly for my fancy-swelled and stiffened till I could hardly close my lips over the whole of the big knob.

He was plainly enchanted with my willingness. He had no idea how lewd a well-educated, well-bred young girl can be when she is absolved from all fear of the consequences of her indiscretions.

I reveled in my discovery of the male organ in all its strength and virility. We were utterly alone. We both knew it. The fact supplied the confidence necessary for the full development of our lasciviousness. He had never found so free and capable a pupil. I had never discovered a chance so favorable to the gratification of my precocious instincts.

I have given our dialogue in English, but of course it was carried on in French. I was accounted one of the best of the English girls as to my fluency; and I was told frequently by my masters that my accent was exceptionally un-English and good.

It was early in the afternoon. There was a long interval from study. We felt ourselves safe. I hardly remember all that passed. The hunchback held himself in reserve. I allowed him to visit my person to greater advantage than before. He tried to profit by my simplicity to make me a real victim to his lust. I repelled all such attempts, not entirely because I feared either the consequences or the violence of the aggressor. I had my own views. What those were will appear later. Finding me obdurate and that I would not consent to the admission of his monstrous truncheon between my thighs, he fell again to sucking my parts. He reveled in this exercise. He reduced me to a condition of exhaustion. Then he presented his huge limb to my lips. The previous scene was repeated. This time, however, I chose to swallow every drop of his hot fluid. It was delightful. I barely suppressed a loud belch. I acquired the remaining volumes of Voltaire. I stole through the shrubbery to the house, my little volumes in my pocket.

My sojourn at the pensionnat was drawing to an end, when an event happened which I had foreseen must sooner or later take place. One day the lodge door remained closed; the window shutters unopened. A woman did temporary duty at the great iron gates. The pupils were restricted to the lawn in front of the house in the hours of recreation. The whole establishment wore an air of melancholy resignation.

Then the mystery leaked out. First, of course, from the servants. The teapot had disappeared-spout and all! My friend the concierge had at last been "found out."

But this was not all. Two of the elder girls with whom I had not formed a very close association were gone also. Another was locked up in her room. Gradually the whole truth unrolled itself bit by bit. Mademoiselle L and Mademoiselle B had been sent back to their parents, each bearing increasing evidence of the efficacy of the teapot's long straight spout in their domestic arrangements. Mademoiselle X having no parents, and her uncle being abroad, had been retained to await the ultimate issue, but it fortunately turned out, in her case, that the spout had not injected its prolific essence to the detriment of her pretty figure!

Of course, there was a scandal. As in the Brighton case, the public got hold of it. Ruy Blas, and other smart newspapers, published racy details, and more or less beyond the facts, which were strong enough in all their naked simplicity.

It was from the girl, Mademoiselle X-, I finally learned the real facts. It seems they were all three in the swim. The ugly concierge must have had a good time, for the girls, especially the latter, were all good-looking and well-made. I was lucky to be out of the trouble. My conduct had always been quoted as exemplary. It was held up as a pattern to the rest. The concierge had the merit at least of not talking of his amours. I remained unsuspected.