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 pleasure engulf her, half troubled by the wines and by the perverse caresses… everything was turning around her… as in a merry-go-round… He was holding her close to him, kissing her knees. She did not refuse her lips to him and the man's mouth swallowed the little cry, the rattle of pleasure while the body shivered under the spasm…
He took away the little leather belt, and before she could protest, lifted up skirt and slip, up to the neck. He rapidly admired in the moonlight the body precociously formed, sucked at the breasts and gave a few crazy caresses…
Then he let her dress herself again, silent, ashamed. Then he took her in his arms and quieted her as she nervously had started crying. He dried her tears and promised her all kind of things. They walked together back to the house and met the guests, very busy behind some busbes, with Monique's mother. When she sew the couple, she readjusted her blouse and skirt very quickly, but not quickly enough for her daughter not to notice it… the little girl remained a long time on what she just saw… She then compared herself to her mother and in her mind came a new conception of existence. She came back and hugged in her mother's arms, without resenting the least what she 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 polluted before.
That kind of exhibitionism gave her a strange feeling that was a moment in her amorous life. 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 else than the nozzles of the enema she received when ill. He had to restraint and in order not to scare her by placing his prick in her hand on the first day, he had to wait a certain number of weeks, so that she would lose the last movements of modesty she could have. One day, a Thursday, she found him naked in a bathrobe. Her will annihilated by long caresses, her body aching from desire after the repeated suckings that made her utter 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 harder edge and red head while the man, with his finger, was dampening hand preparing the little ass-hole for a monstrous attempt.
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 of a few millimeters… He pushed harder, dictating the little ring of flesh that slowly encircled his member… He pushed and a dim pain came in 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 to rape. He took her by the shoulders, whispering love words and pushing, always pushing his members 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. An horrible shout came out of the mouth of the girl, soon covered by the mouth of the man… The man's belly was glued to the little girl's pubis, the testicles were squeezed against her buttocks.. The 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 and grabbed the girls wrist to stop her hands that were 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 spurt in her ass she got up. Her face hostile. Without a word she dressed herself while he was smoking 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, than 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 Jet (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 was most attractive in Jeff's mind, and after the vaca-time, because her mother soon realized which body was most attractive in Jeff'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-That little drama had another episode, like a TV serial, then other episodes… and with horror, apprehension, and finally pleasure Monique understood that she loved that violent and refined domination… The vacations were an interruption to those games Vacation devoted to sports, games at the house where life was going as usual. 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 to 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, got with an A her first part after a storyless year.. Nothing happened but the caresses and embraces of her little friends, in love with her breasts and sex.
Then the vacations by the Mediterranean sea-side, alone with only little Jacques as companion. She was more a tutor her 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 everyday. 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 sportive games that soon also became her partner in other games. Brutal and greedy 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…
MAX
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 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…