idea. Letters being exchanged the propositions revealed interesting for the young girl and she finally accepted. As soon as it was confirmed that she could get the job, she went to see Max Darcourt one evening after dinner. The weather was hot in spite of the late hour. They walked together in the garden amidst the cactees and bushy pine trees, Max was 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 a desire.
In the dark, Monique felt herself blushing. A strange sensation was coming in her. As in a dream she put her hands on her breasts that he had asked her 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 stronger… With trembling fingers she unbuttoned the white blouse under which she was naked… Max was looking at Monique's eyes, not at the breast that, he guessed, where slowly uncovered… A kind of fascination came from his eyes. He guessed the gestures of the consenting young girl… He expected 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 the chest; he was taken aback, the blouse slid completely and his hanging on Monique's arms. The torso is naked and in front of Max's eyes are offered the two breasts, hard as two calabashes, with the dark pink teats and, pointing in its middle like a little sherry, the erected nipple.
Max did not think that she could have such a perfectly shaped and firm fair of breasts. He could not move so great was the surprise, then, softly he put the lips on one of the teats and aspired the whole nipple… He let the warm flesh fill his mouth completely… and his hands went caressing all over the torso…
In the silence of the night only disturbed 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 that he seeks, that he wants… 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… He now reaches the buttocks, free of any material. Splendor of the pulpy flesh… Wonderful rotundities… His hand lazily wanders on the marvelous dunes, presses the perfectly round globes, feels the consenting flesh, while Monique sighs softly, purrs leaning against a pine tree. The dress is unhooked at the belt, it slides 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 take 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 the caress… She feels the and that goes along the inside of her thighs, she knows… She knows what he is going to do… The and finally reaches the burning sex… He takes the mouth that does not refuse the kiss… Their tongues struggle in the damp darkness of their mouths… His hand starts a long caress on the erected clitoris. A more precise caress confirms her virginity, she shivers…
Then he masturbated her passionately, and soon, moaning and panting, Monique abandoned herself to the pleasure that was coming in her… But he also wants is share of pleasure… He props her, without stopping his caress, against a young pine his hand unbuttons his pants, the erected and hard phallus flashes out… He comes closer… She lets him turn her over, now she faces the stem of the tree moaning and rattling with pleasure… She has her arms folded, her head on 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 hard 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 the voluminous breast caressing the pink extremity… He kisses her neck… His tool insinuates between the buttocks, and brushes the hair of her sex… While masturbating her exacerbated clitoris he caresses with the tip of his member, reddened by the effort, the wet lips of her cunt… He dampens the sex and rubs slowly the lips, moistened by her own juices, Monique, completely annihilated let him do what he wants… She now sighs, moans all the time… Her bottom is dancing a lubric and exciting dance that attracts the male excites him… He digs his prick higher between the buttocks, trying to find the ass-hole…
Monique protests, she would like to move away… She could easily do so… But a monstrous desire, the wish of an intense pleasure, maintained her on the spot… She now desires but one thing, forget the pain of the first rape… She feels the head of the member, lubricated by her own juices sliding on her secret and curled mouth… Then she offers her bottom, set for the new rape, and him, in a hoarse cry, his legs trembling with desire, draws the bottom closer to his belly… And 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 and open it more, like the mouth of some voracious ghoul… That, an 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, about her abandon monstrous of vice and lubricity… Of consented vice. She gave herself completely to Max's ardent and passionate sodomization enjoying for the first time with a rare pleasure the contact of the male's flesh in her own secret flesh.
Max, glued against her back was biting the nape of her neck, pressing her large bosom that moved at each trust of his powerful tool in her ass. Everything was dimming in front of Monique's eyes and she was feeling the unknown and marvelous spasm come, come, come… She uttered a continuous moan, full of vicious contentment, 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 the 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 the sperm… And then the hot splurt came in her and they both preferred meaningless words.
Still caressing the beautiful and exhausted body, Max restored a little bit of order in his attire, then he caressed her and caressed her breasts… She got used to him in the night and while dressing recovered her assurance and self-confidence. He succeeded in avoiding the words or allusions that would shock her. 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, he used convincing words to speak 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 propension to 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 free to come 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 on a pillow placed by a window, and him, kneeling down, rushed himself on that offered body, lying on her back with her members ajar… His mouth glued to the palpating sex, and while she was faintly rattling, ashamed, desiring and obscene, he sucked at her intently and aspired the erected clitoris between his tightened lips… The spasm soon came and distorted that splendid body while she uttered a long satisfied and contented moan.
She got up fast after that last embrace… Fearing another assault… Bu he did not move either that his age did not allow him another attempt, or that he simply did not want it. He took her back to her aunt. Later she left 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 sunk into oblivion… Later she got up, drank some fresh water, and returned to her cooled bed. She closed her eyes and again remembered…
CHAPTER THREE
MADAME MERVAL'S BOARDING SCHOOL
Monique arrived at the boarding school one sad evening. It was an ancient abbey rebuilt by some gentleman and given back to Mrs. Merval. She installed there a boarding school for rich young girls. The school had only two
