Green Girls by Donewell

Excerpt: Green Girls

Volume One
Chapter I

Profound silence pervaded the house of Mirzan at Chartres and nothing betrayed the discovery of the sad adventure which had happened within its walls. No sound of voices revealed the explosion of anger which emanated from Mr. Francis Mirzan when, called by his wife, he surprised his two c***n, Paul and Adeline, in the very act of libertinism.

Then came a severe flogging on the backs of the two criminals who were afterward shut up in their respective rooms, a torrent of words among which some epithets like scamp, culprits, wicked children destined to dishonour their parents and so forth; then the calm, the mothers tears, the fathers reflections, the decision to send them as boarders, one to a college and the other to a convent.

Mr. Francis Mirzan, a magistrate of the old school, was austerity itself and Mrs. Isabella Mirzan was of the most devout principles.

Paul Mirzan was ** years of age and received the personal correction with rage and fury; Adeline, a girl of **, the more guilty of the two in the affair, received it with icy and haughty impassibility.

The children had been brought up at home. A clergyman gave them their lessons, and as no previous signs had announced the depraved instincts of the children, the incident came like lightning from a blue sky. Yet there were links connecting the event with the past.

Ever since her first communion celebrated when she was ** years of age, Adeline was of a precocious and vivacious nature, and showed signs of a sudden inquisitiveness which inflamed her blood. She was tall for her age, slender, with fine limbs, a pretty, fair-complexioned girl with innocent eyes which hid from ordinary observers her true lustful thoughts.

The priest charged with the instruction and education of the two c***n, was a middle-aged man possessing every qualification necessary to accomplish the task confided to his care. He was, however, ugly stunted and almost deformed and was pitted with small pox. He had led a rather laborious life and his gratitude and strict moral principles guaranteed his reliability to the Mirzans. How did it happen that this little man, this saint-conjectured, at once understood the sensual agitation of the little Adeline and felt the effect of it himself?

With regard to the management of the c***n, he enjoyed the most complete freedom and confidence and commenced his last secret task thereby detaining the girl now and then after school under the pretext of explaining the more difficult parts of her lesson. In the solitude of the schoolroom, when their chairs were drawn close together, the priest’s legs swinging to and fro, would meet Adeline’s legs which was never withdrawn on such occasions.

These were the preliminaries of love.

The c**d accustomed to the priests ugliness, felt that the hour would come when the Abbot Dussal would reveal what she burned to know and she encouraged him in every way, and only the fear of the scandal in case he did not succeed or was surprised, checked her ardour.

When Adeline entered on her ** year, her figure was rather lean but very promising. And as a bitch in heat, her whole body showed her strong desires of the flesh. Adeline studied hard in order to give her teacher an opportunity of protracting the school hour, and her family were amazed at the progress and desire for learning.

No suspicion troubled their minds, and the priest was therefore free to make his attack when so inclined. Thus one day when Adeline was bending over her book, he drew the hand he held in his to his lips and sucked her little finger with so much assiduity that she shut her eyes and threw herself backwards.

He startled, let go her hand and turning to interrogate her, saw her moving her fingers convulsively on her dress between her thighs. Again their hands met and Adeline, opening her eyes, smiled, while she intertwined his fingers with hers and squeezed them between her thighs, so that her skirt, the short skirt of a c**d, was lifted above her knees. He hesitated a moment, and for the last time casting a sly glance behind him, then throwing back her skirt, he slipped his hand between her drawers and directed it towards her quim.

How quickly she spread her thighs, between which appeared but a few silky curls, how easy she made it for him and how she enjoyed this touch of a man on her sexual parts. She encouraged in a most delicious manner his investigations of the little thing that tickled so delightfully and thrilled her c***h body through and through.

This lasted but a minute though it seemed to be a century of bliss to both the lovers, and beneath his cassock, the priest involuntarily shot out a dose of sperm from his throbbing cock. They then resumed their seats and the lessons, without saying a word of what happened, but the ice was broken and henceforth they had only to extend and perfect the system of voluptuousness of which they had enjoyed the first taste.

Excerpt From: Donewell. “Green Girls.”