Her legs still apart, she offered herself according to the ancient European tradition, to the man who pushed, slowly but with all his strength, his virility into her belly. Sodom was king again, and its pleasure left her panting on the sofa. But soon another prick came in her, and the man's subtle movements awakened in her unsuspected passions. After the last voluptuous enema, Monique found herself on the way back home, with large swellings under her eyes, completely dizzy.
She knew that one day out of two she would be taken and used in this way, and that it would satisfy her quest for pleasure, but, in herself she also knew that she wanted something completely different. She decided to try by all means to find what it was and she trusted her female instinct for the choice of the ways to that new pleasure. And the next day she offered her completely naked body to her little cousin Jacques.
How sweet were the caresses that he willingly gave her. It reminded her Merval's school and her greedy and lusty pupils. What a joy it was to contemplate the child's adoration for her well-shaped thighs and what an exciting impression to close her legs on his cool and soft cheeks, while his mouth was sucking her cunt with voracity and his hands pressed her buttocks, still slightly painful from the last spanking.
She took a great pleasure in assuming the most, and four times she came under the already expert action of his lips and tongue.
When she went to the beach she was fully satisfied and had no more desires for voluptuousness. At least so she thought-but it did not take along to prove the contrary.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Monique left Jacques playing alone on the beach and on her way back home she met a little girl, thirteen years old, named Janine B., who resided for her vacation with her uncle, an old bachelor, in a nearby villa. She was far advanced and well-formed for her age; the clothes, light cotton cardigan, and very short shorts, underlined the pretty curves of her nimble body. The face was of no particular beauty, but was reflecting a lot of tenderness mixed with a certain naivete. She seemed shy; Monique said hello to her, and they started wandering together in the woods.
Shortly after that meeting, they were sitting hidden by a thick bush, and were chattering away when the little girl, whose eyes seemed fascinated by Monique's bosom, complimented her on the beauty of her breasts. She was amazed at the perfection of the two conic fruits, like Chinese hats, pointing under the cardigan. One word bringing another, and one compliment its like, the soon were both bare-breasted, and Monique lay on her back, letting the young girl avidly kiss her teats.
When she thought that the kid had had enough kisses for the moment, she pushed her away from her breasts and caresses the child's small but already provocative bosom. The child, lost in her amorous dream, soon gave her hesitations away and started unveiling her queer life.
She had been placed in a boarding school because she was bothering her mother. Her uncle was taking care of her for her vacations. He was a man in his fifties, quite demanding, but he seemed to like Janine. The only thing he did very often was to chastise her physically, especially on the buttocks, in order to change her soon into a perfect woman. Janine could do about anything she wanted but any single action that displeased her uncle was immediately punished by a spanking on her naked bottom. The same treatment was given to the maid that was serving them.
Monique immediately was excited and wanted to know more about that strange family. She guessed that some unbelievable lust was reigning at Uncle Barral's house, and she kept interrogating the child as tactfully as she could.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Barral employed a young maid, Solange, about eighteen years old, who came from some charity orphanage. Janine and Solange got along quite well, probably because of their young age. Besides that, they were both living under the same conditions at Barral's house.
“Has your uncle been correcting his chambermaid for a long time?”
“O, I think he started the day she entered his service.”
“She has been with him since?”
“Since Nadine left, around Easter.”
“And, Nadine? Was she also…”
“Oh yes, but she left because of that, and at that time my uncle was really quite close to getting in serious troubles.”
“Why?”
“Well. But first you have to promise that you will never tell anybody, especially not my uncle, that I have told you all this.”
“Me?” Monique protested indignation. “Me? When I let you touch and caress my breasts that very few people even contemplate?”
“I am sorry darling, I trust you,” and still sucking avidly at Monique's breasts, she went on with her strange story.
“At the last Easter vacations, my uncle Laurent had a very young maid, aged sixteen, very pretty, not too tall, but with very big teats. The day after my arrival, she messed the table by overturning the coffee pot. In front of me, Uncle lifted her dress up; she was not wearing any pants. He bent her over and spanked the hell out of her. I got scared because she was crying. I could only see her face and the lowest part of her back, but when he was through with her he turned her over and showed me her red buttocks, saying: 'Look carefully Janine, because that is the way I punish women when they do something stupid, and that will be the same for you, everytime I decide that you deserve it.' Then he sent Nadine back to the kitchen. I was quite troubled and during the same afternoon I went to the kitchen to see Nadine. She was singing. I asked her if she was all right, and if it hurt. She answered: 'Right on the spot it sure hurts, but it also depends on how hard he spanks me. But it really does not last too long…'
“'And now it is gone?'
“'Yes.'
“'Let me see…'
“She hesitated a little and then replied:
“'Why don't you see for yourself.'
“I lifted her frock, and looked at her buttocks, wide and round, then kissed the two globes; she turned around and looked at me a good long time. Then she bent down and kissed me on the lips. Ever since, we have been great friends. She also told me that when Uncle would spank me I should holler, then he would not hurt me.
“At the table that night, when she was passing some asparagus, she inadvertently slid a finger in the sauce. My uncle got mad and asked her:
“'You want to taste the sauce before I do or what? OK, but then five minutes of Finger-in-the-mouth.'
“I saw Nadine blush. She looked at my uncle, and then in my direction. He said: 'It has no importance, anyway. She will have to get used to it too. Come here,' and the little maid came closer to my uncle. She closed her eyes. 'Open your legs.' Nadine was facing me across the table and I could not see much under the belt, but behind them was a mirror and that effected their backs in my direction.
“My uncle dug his finger in the oil pot, and I saw him slide his hand under the girl's dress, under her buttocks whose flesh I was clearly seeing in the mirror. She tightened her jaws, without a word, then sighed, and leaning against the table she twisted her belly, holding to the sides of the dinner table. Uncle lifted the dress all the way up, and then I saw all the flesh, and the bottom, and Uncle's hand dug in the slit between the buttocks. He moved it slowly, and I saw that he was pushing his finger in and out of Nadine's bottom.
“She was not saying anything now. I could hear the noise of the sliding finger; it was a soggy noise, slush, slush. Uncle looked at his hand from time to time.
“Uncle stopped and gave the maid's bottom a couple of slaps; she blushed once again and ran back to the kitchen, red with shame.
“After the meal, as my uncle was out, I went up in her room on the second floor because I could not sleep. She had just finished her night toilet and was completely naked. I admired her heavy and slightly hanging breasts. She let me kiss them… and the teenager blushed. I kissed her on the belly, in the hair-as I used to do with my schoolmistress.”