the couple, she readjusted her blouse and skirt very quickly, but not quickly enough for her daughter not to notice it… the little girl dwelt a long time on what she had seen. She then compared herself to her mother and in her mind came a new conception of existence. Then she came back and hugged her mother without resenting in the least what she had just discovered.
More than once she had to bear the caresses of the old friend; either a furtive touch on her naked buttocks under the dress, or, when more at ease, he could open her blouse and suck at the already huge bosom. But it took long months before he could bring her to his place and turn her over on a sofa. Then only he was able to suck at the young sex that nothing but the tongues and fingers of her little friends had polluted before.
She loved that moment of passivity of abandon, when the nakedness of her belly and of her most intimate spots was unveiled and offered to the looks of the man. She hardly sighed when he dug his forefinger between her buttocks, dilating the curled mouth that had never been penetrated by anything other than the nozzles of the enemas she had received when ill. He had to restrain himself in order not to scare her by too many strong advances the first day; he had to wait until she lost the last remnants of modesty remaining to her. One day, a Thursday, she found him naked in a bathrobe. Her will subdued by long caresses, her body aching from desire after the repeated suckings that drew constant cries from her dry throat and distorted her body in the most provocative postures, she did not refuse to caress the erected phallus, to take it between her virgin lips, to put her tongue on the hard end while the man with his finger was dampening his hand and preparing her little asshole for a monstrous assault.
When he felt that the hole was softened enough, he moved his tool out of the little girl's mouth, bent over her without touching her, put his prick on the opulent globes of her buttocks and slowly insinuated it in the slit that separated them. He moved slowly trying to find the hole, and suddenly he felt it at the tip of his tool. He held his breath, hardly moving while Monique, her heart beating at full speed, was waiting. She did not know, not yet. He slowly pushed in, and the supple yet powerful pole penetrated a few millimeters. He pushed harder, dilating the little ring of flesh that slowly encircled his member. As he pushed pain flashed through Monique's flesh. She sighed and looked at the man with anxiety in her eyes. He read in her eyes that she was scared, but the male's desire was horrible. He felt that she wanted to move away, thought that after that test it all would be over, that she would never accept to do it again. He wanted rape. He took her by the shoulders, whispering love words and pushing, always pushing his member ahead in the contracted and resistant flesh. The member seemed to be bending. Monique was half crying. No, no, not there. You are hurting me! I want to go. Let me go.
Then he got scared-he grabbed her by the buttocks and with one violent thrust he pushed with all his strength. A horrible shout came out of the girl's mouth, soon covered by the mouth of the man. The man's belly was glued to the little girl's pubis, his testicles squeezed against her buttocks. His member was in her ass up to the hilt.
There was an instant of silence. The man could feel the child's heart beat under her chest, then tears, hollering. He could not master his nerves; he grabbed the girl's wrists to stop her hands from lacerating his back. He choked her with his sucking mouth and with long and powerful moves, he sodomized the young girl. It was a rape that she remembered long after it was committed. When he finally let her go, after letting his greasy sap splurt in her asshole, she got up. Her face was hostile. Without a word she dressed herself as he smoked a cigarette. Then she looked at the room where she had spent some unforgettable moments, and that now horrified her. She looked him straight in the eyes and despisingly just said one word: “Imbecile!” The word seemed to contain as many regrets for the brutally lost dream, as distaste for the stupid and too voracious male.
Ever after that day she avoided his company; in spite of his gifts and promises she never went back to his house. But at the same time she attracted the attention of her mother's lover. Sometimes, and more often every week, he used to come a little bit before the time when he thought that he would meet his mistress, just to talk with Monique who always stayed at home. Half vice, half jealousy, she accepted the game, and soon enough Jef (that was the man's name) had the right to caress the pulpy buttocks and the well developed bosom under the thin material of the blouse. Then one day he could put his lips on the clitoris, hardened and pointing under the exciting caress… Fast and unquiet embrace because of the possibility of her mother's return. It was the only time, because her mother soon realized which body was most attractive in Jef's mind, and after the vacations Monique was sent to a boarding school away from Paris…
Monique stretched on her bed, got up, looked by the window at the silent garden under the sun of that hot afternoon… Her fingers caressed her hardened bosom. She lit another cigarette, went back to her bed, and let the souvenirs come back to her memory.
Thirteen, fourteen… fifteen, three birthdays that she spent in a convent. Intelligent she passed over one year, and was admitted with the “seniors”. That was a moment in her sexual life. With the age the passions were stronger and the perversions were displayed with more courage. First of all it was nothing but little jealousies that found her one day, lying on her bed, with four pupils holding her crucified members lying on her belly, while a “senior” was spanking her buttocks. Solange was there finding a revenge for some petty mistake of Monique… Her buttocks reddened by the correction, burning hot, and after that she had to support five times the sucking of her breasts and her sex, each time up to the spasm.
Then sixteen, the year of the Baccalaureat (French graduation) work, and also mourning — her mother died one night from a heart attack. Monique arrived home too late to see her. Deep sorrow. Her Aunt Sonia was named her legal tutor. There was no fortune, happily enough, to pay for the second part of her graduation.
And work started again. Monique, understanding quite well her situation, worked with all her strength. Nothing happened but the caresses and embraces of her little friends, in love with her breasts and sex.
Then the vacations by the Mediterranean seaside, alone, with only little Jacques as companion. She was more a tutor than a playmate.
Then again the convent, with the same rite, the same embraces, the same work, and the success at the end of the road for her exams. Once again other vacations-more agitation this time-with the desire of the male around her silent at first, then more insinuating and precise every day. The least caress, the least suggestion was awakening powerful sensations in her body. And at last the embrace of a little girl friend-her partner in swimming and sports games that soon also became her partner in other games. Brutal and greedy was the embrace that found them every night on the dunes where their tempers allowed them to repeated caresses, embraces during which, little by little, Monique indulged in letting her body be flagellated by supple and long seaweeds. Peggy (that was the girl's name) had that vice, that passion, to hurt and whip the buttocks of her little friends. She also did it with her hands, seeming to find a special pleasure in hearing the noise of her dry hands on the fleshy buttocks. In Monique Peggy found a very gifted disciple. One day, because her hands were burning after a solid spanking, Peggy had to stop. Monique suggested her to take a branch of Tamaris, and Peggy manipulated that whip with dexterity; soon, Monique's bottom was looking like a red sphere, and when the branch had lost all its leaves, she ordered Monique to turn over, and opening the compass of her round thighs, she sucked avidly the offered and damp sex.
CHAPTER THREE
Days ran away; already October was getting closer. A solution to the difficulties of life had to be found. What to do? One day, Max Darcourt proposed to write to the headmistress of a boarding school in Bretagne — he knew her personally. Maybe she could take Monique as schoolmistress under good conditions. The young girl agreed to the idea. Letters being exchanged, the propositions revealed interesting potentials for the young girl and she finally accepted. As soon as it was confirmed that she could have the job, she went to see Max Dar-court one evening after dinner. The weather was hot in spite of the late hour. They walked together in the garden amidst the cacti and bushy pine trees, Max admiring under the flimsy material of her dress the beautiful figure of the girl. He discreetly courted her and, as she was asking him, standing by his side, what she could do to thank him for finding such an interesting position for her, he came closer to her and with a few phrases whispered in low tones, he expressed his desire.
In the dark, Monique felt herself blushing. A strange sensation swept over her. As in a dream, she put her hands on her breasts that he had asked to caress. In the silence one could hear the beat of Monique's heart. She stood there motionless, hesitating, shocked in her reserve. But her taste for showing her own beauty was
