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.