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…