stronger… With trembling fingers she unbuttoned the white blouse, under which she was naked. Max was looking at Monique's eyes, not at the breasts that were slowly being uncovered. A kind of fascination came from his eyes. He guessed the gestures of the consenting young girl, and awaited the sign that would allow him, without any disappointment, to seize the adorable breasts between his lips. Suddenly came a sigh, and the eyes closed. Then- and only then-did Max look at her body; he was taken aback, the blouse had slid completely off and was hanging from Monique's arms.
The torso is naked, and in front of Max's eyes are her breasts. His hand starts a long caress on her cunt. A more precise caress confirms her virginity, and she shivers…
Then he masturbates her passionately, and soon, moaning and panting, Monique abandons herself to the pleasure that engulfs her. But Max also wants his share of pleasure. He props her, without stopping his caress, against a young pine; his hand unbuttons his pants, and the erected and hard phallus flashes out. He comes closer. She lets him turn her over, and now she faces the stem of the tree, moaning and rattling with pleasure. She has her arms folded, her head to one side; Max is behind her, glued to her. She feels against her buttocks the member that palpitates, and also the warm belly that shivers, covered with coarse and curly hair. She is a little bit anxious, but he masturbates her with skill and she does not stop being excited. Then with one hand he takes in his palm one of her voluminous breasts, caressing the pink extremity as he kisses her neck, his tool insinuates between her buttocks, and brushes the hair of her sex. While masturbating her excited clitoris, he caresses with the tip of his member-reddened by the effort-the wet lips of her cunt. He rubs the lips slowly, moistened by her own juices, and Monique, completely subdued, let him do what he wants. She now sighs and moans all the time. Her bottom is quivering in an exciting dance that attracts the male and excites him. He digs his prick higher between the buttocks, trying to find the asshole.
Monique protests; she would like to move away. She could easily do so, but a monstrous desire, the wish of an intense pleasure, maintains her on the spot. She now desires but one thing-to forget the pain of the first rape. She feels the head of the member, lubricated by her own juices, sliding into her secret mouth. Then she offers her bottom, set for the new rape, and he, with a hoarse cry, his legs trembling with desire, draws the bottom close. He clutches the two breasts, hard as calabashes with dark pink teats and — pointing in the middle like little cherries, the erected nipples.
Max did not think that she could have such a perfectly shaped and firm pair of breasts. He could not move, so great was the surprise; then, softly, he put his lips on one of the teats and sucked the whole nipple. He let the warm flesh fill his mouth completely, as his hands went caressing all over her torso.
In the silence of the night, disturbed only by the sudden whistle of a bird, begins a slow and elaborate sucking of the bosom that, little by little, brings Monique into a state of deep excitation. The expert tongue caresses, titillates, sucks, licks, and wanders all around the whole globe of the breast, bringing at each second a deeper and more violent excitation. He sucks first at the nipple, then the whole breast till the globe is shiny with saliva. He feels the trouble of the girl. He is so sure that she will consent that he puts his hands under the dress and slowly comes up along the inside of the thighs. Wonderful rotundities! His hand lazily wanders on the marvelous dunes, presses the perfect, round globes, feels the consenting flesh, while Monique sighs softly, purrs, still leaning against a pine tree. The dress is unhooked at the belt; it slides off under the pressure of expert fingers. Monique thinks that she cannot take anything else, she is going to faint. She does not resist when the hands force her knees apart. In the blue light of the night, she is nothing else than a white figure contrasted against the black background, a body distorted by pleasure, undulating under his caresses. She feels it as he goes along the inside of her thighs; she knows-she knows what he is going to do. Then he finally reaches the burning sex. He takes the mouth that cannot refuse his kiss. His tongue struggles in the damp darkness slowly, inch by inch, he lets his huge pole penetrate the distorted little opening.
Soft contraction of the burning muscles on that fleshy pole-was Monique hurt? She did not realize it. She remembered a dim pain mixed with pleasure… Her contracted position, the approach of the spasm made her open the velvety sheath more, like the mouth of some voracious ghoul. That, and the compressibility of Max's phallus were the causes of an easy penetration. Once again, Monique could feel the hard belly glued to her body, but this time the voluptuous pole was in her. She was not thinking about her shameful position. She gave herself completely to Max's ardent and passionate sodomizing, enjoying for the first time with a rare pleasure the feel of a male's flesh in her own secret place.
Max, glued against her back, was biting the nape of her neck, pressing her large breasts that moved at each thrust of his powerful tool up her ass. Everything was dimming in front of Monique's eyes as she felt the unknown and marvelous spasm come, come, come. She uttered a continuous moan, full of naked desire, and propped her bottom so that the penetration would be more intense and would go deeper. Impaled on the prick, she rotated, accentuating the pleasure that she was giving to the male, and the spasms came-terrible for both of them; She felt in her the beat of the canal, suddenly inflated by the coming of his sperm. And then the hot splurt came in her and they both uttered meaningless words and sounds of ecstasy.
Still caressing the beautiful and exhausted body, Max restored a little bit of order to his attire, then he caressed her and caressed her breasts. Then she dressed herself, and recovered her composure. Max succeeded in avoiding words or allusions that would shock her. Then he took her away from the place of the rape (he thought that he was the first). When they arrived at his place, whose windows opened on the sea, he offered her some Port wine.
Then he took her in his arms, and spoke to her. He let her understand that, at the boarding school, the headmistress had a knack for pretty girls. She would have to be obedient because the director had a propensity for corporal chastisement. He would impatiently wait for the vacations and weekend leaves. He would ask to be her correspondent so that she would not be alone when she came to Paris.
Tranquilized, she let him caress her, and pour her some more Port. She could feel his hands run across her large protruding buttocks and when he bent down to cover the two spheres with ardent kisses, she did not protest. Soon she fell back onto a pillow placed by a window, and he knelt by her, and glued his mouth to the palpitating sex. He sucked at her intently and pressed the erected clitoris between his tightened lips. The spasm soon came and contracted her splendid body, racking her with a long, deep moans.
She got up fast the last embrace, and he took her back to her aunt.
Later she left there, and arrived at the convent.
Monique, while remembering those delightful memories, had caressed her sex with soft and rapid motions of her finger. She came violently and sank into oblivion. Later she got up, drank some fresh water, and returned to her cooled bed. She closed her eyes, and again remembered.
CHAPTER FOUR
Monique arrived at the boarding school one sad evening. It was an ancient abbey, rebuilt by some gentleman and given to Mrs. Merval, who had installed in it a boarding school for rich young girls. The school had only two classes, one for the children of twelve years of age, and the other for the children of fifteen and over, preparing for examinations. The boarding school was located in a deserted area in the moors of Bretagne, and was surrounded by a huge park. The center of the building was essentially for the school; one of the wings was for the headmistress' apartments, and the other for the commons. The whole building had been equipped with all of the latest comforts.
The car, sent specially for her at the station, brought Monique to the front porch of the school, where a young shy looking supervisor welcomed her and showed her to her room. In the meantime she helped Monique to arrange her things in her room, and told her that she would see the headmistress the next day. The supervisor's name was Maud. She was petite, fair-haired and pretty, with a figure full of dimples and rotundities wherever it had to be dimpled or round. She was wearing a black silk dress under which the eye could catch the shape of the brassiere and panties. She also had on black silk stockings, and varnished, high heel shoes. A zipper held the dress closed at the front from the collar to the knees. The dress was conceived to show and emphasize the contours of the body, but it was still stern looking and serious. A little white lace collar encircled the delicate neck, and she wore a little black velvet cap slightly inclined on one side of the face, its edges concealed by the fair curls of her hair.
Monique admired the costume.
