years old body look very sensuous. Her brown hair was a crown to her lascivious face.
Monique turned all the lights out and went in her room; she undressed and caressed her languid body. Throwing a silk kimono over her shoulders she went by the window and leaning against the balustrade, listened to the rumours of the night. She could breathe the soothing air coming from the sea. Silence was complete and all the lights were turned off. Suddenly Monique saw a shadow moving in the garden, she recognized Pierre Bernier when he reached the terrace. He came in the house, and, a little bit later, the light filtrated through Sonia's room Venetian blinds.
Monique, her throat crispated with desire, walked along the balcony that was encircling the house, the wood of the balcony was still warm with the sun of the passed day. She came by Sonia's room and through the blades of the Venetian blind she peeped into the room.
Sonia was naked in Pierre's arms, and he was caressing her with his delicate hands.
Already the man was undressing and he let Monique admire his tool, of a reasonable size, over the round testicles, and darting from the public hair like a pole.
Glued to each other, caressing each other, the couple's pleasure was growing. He turned her on back, on the bed, she lifted her widely open legs, kneeling in front of her, he glued his mouth to her sex. Soon the love song came in the room while he was caressing her breast with his nervous hands. The spasm was quick to come and she uttered a hoarse cry, her fingers dug deep in the man's hair. He got up and laid down upon her. His prick was in her immediately. Monique could see it go in and out between their opened thighs. It was pumping in the pink mouth, swallowed by the lips contracted with desire that were absorbing it completely, the testicles were touching, flapping against the woman's buttocks, while their mouths uttered inarticulated words of passion and love…
The gaudy images of Monique's school life came to her mind. It was the first time that she saw a woman penetrate by a man's tool. Of course she, herself manipulated a rubber dildo in the cunt of her school-director, she knew the terrible pleasure that it provoked, but it had not reached the strength of the embrace of the couple under her eyes. The male penetrated her flesh, but never in the sex… she was still a virgin. She had to, first by force and then by pleasure, let men go deep in her guts, between the opened buttocks. It was though her horribly distended ass-hole that came the first pleasure under the male embrace.
Her finger on her cunt, Monique was vigorously masturbating and when the couple, in an ultimate rattle let loose to pleasure, she came with them, her moistened finger trembling frantically, sweat dripping at her temples, and she uttered a deep sigh in the night. The couple separated and as Pierre was walking to the window Monique ran back to her room. Between the cool sheets she recovered a little tranquility, but could not find her sleep.
Later, much later in the night she heard the steps of the man decrease in the garden under the moon.
CHAPTER TWO
FLASHBACK-MONIQUE'S YOUTH
Monique was awakened by the sun, late in the morning. She put on a bathing suit and called for Jacques who was playing in the garden. With him she ran to the sea to bathe. They let the sun dry them, then crossed the lane to return to the villa but he stopped her by a bush, and pointing at her breasts under the brassiere of he bathing costume, he said:
“You promised me…”
She smiled and refused. He insisted, getting closer to her, she could feel his virility getting bigger under the material of his trunks. A strange feeling came in her mind, and in her body. She moved a little bit away from him, locked around and she undid her brassiere. He contemplated, stunned, as if he could not believe what his eyes saw. The two huge globes were pointing upwards, milky, round, perfectly horizontal, with their nipples a nice dark pink, a little bit elongated by the repeated deep suctions and other treatments that she supported for years. They were like two of the hardest exotic fruits pointing on her palpitating body. Monique knew how beautiful her breasts were, how many times had she seen the desire in the wondering looks of the little girls, women and also the few men who contemplated the naked torso. Even under the broad blouse they did not pass unnoticed. But also, what tortures did she had to endure because of those…
Jacques, his mouth dry with emotion, caressed with trembling fingers the hardened teats, then sucked greedily at the sensitive nipples… Sweet and soft sucking first of all then getting more demanding and voracious, while his hands were caressing the waist, the flat stomach, and the firm buttocks. Monique let the young boy use and abuse of her flesh, but when she felt the excitation come in her too, she remembered the afternoon at the club…
“Be patient darling, she said freeing herself with difficulties from the embrace of the child… Let me got, let me… another time, I promise you, I will let you do anything… another time…”
She covered him with passionate kisses while the young fingers were caressing the huge globes and the lips posing everywhere on the salted skin passionate kisses.
She succeeded in freeing herself, but while she was putting her brassiere, he, always kneeling, was kissing the inside of her thighs, then the pubis. At last she got up and running with him to appease their senses, she went back to the villa.
She listened to the day's program that Sonia, whose tired eyes proved how delightfully hard the combat with Pierre must have been. She was annoyed to hear that people were expected at the villa in the afternoon, but, on the other hand, Sonia was going out the same night. Sonia went out a little bit after and called Max on the phone. He offered her to come to the club a night. Monique accepted, preferring to go to the club at night, and specially to come back at night with Max for reasons that she knew very well.
In the afternoon she took her nap, while waiting for the visitors. Naked on her bed, her eyes half closed, a cigarette between her lips, she reviewed the main events of her life.
Very ordinary life. Her parents were not rich, she studied till she was twelve and that was all. Then her father died, the mother, very young, good musician, suffering from the loneliness of her condition; because of her beauty, she was surrounded by a court of admirers. Certain of those admirers, Monique understood it later, financially helped and received in exchange the mother's embrace. Put it was all very discreet and tactful.
Monique was a big girl, quite in advance for her age. Her shapes were full of promise and very often she was the subject of the attention of her mother's friends. In the beginning, Monique did not react, did not understand, then a vicious friend of her educated her, and revealed to her all the Saphic pleasures that developed very rapidly in her the taste for voluptuousness.
Through that bias, she understood the attraction of a body for another body, and mostly of her breasts and buttocks. She understood the meaning of men's caresses in spite of a certain innocence as to what use could be done of her sex, out of caresses of an expert tongue. She thought that that was the highest peak that one could reach in pleasure through sex, and that nothing else was to be expected from it. As she was logical, she gave the caress back, in spite of the fact that she did not like to do it as much as to receive it. She learned how to make her body look better with the little of lingerie that she had. Another girl-friend, schoolmate with richer parents, gave her the imperious taste for delicate underclothes and in spite of her very young age, she often admired her own modest lingerie in the mirror.
That was not unnoticed by the house's familiars. One of the men, more audacious, taking less care of the mother, reported his diligent attention upon. One night she went with her mother and another friend, to this man's house for dinner. After the dinner as everyone was gay and happy from the meal and the fine wines, she went out with the old friend, while her mother and the other guest were also going in the garden, apparently to chit chat. As soon as Monique and the man were alone together, he drew her close to him and gave her her first man's caresses. He put hid hand in the blouse and touched the already round and firm breasts under the brassiere. She let him do half out of curiosity and half out of vice… but that excited her… he was talking slowly, gently, tenderly, and when he slid his hand under the short skirt, she let him crumple the little pants… She felt the air on her naked buttocks, on her belly, on her naked thighs, while the panties stopped at the knees… With her thighs closed together at first, she let him caress her propped bottom and the sweet hardly any hair. She resisted a long moment, scared by the finger that was trying to insinuate between her thighs, and gave up under the lascivious caress… He was gentle not brutal at all… He was expert in the art of caressing and Monique's little rose but pointed, hardened and damp. She let
