CHAPTER THREE
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 potentials for the young girl and she finally accepted. As soon as it was confirmed that she could have the job, she went to see Max Dar-court one evening after dinner. The weather was hot in spite of the late hour. They walked together in the garden amidst the cacti and bushy pine trees, Max 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 his desire.
In the dark, Monique felt herself blushing. A strange sensation swept over her. As in a dream, she put her hands on her breasts that he had asked 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 breasts that were slowly being uncovered. A kind of fascination came from his eyes. He guessed the gestures of the consenting young girl, and awaited 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 her body; he was taken aback, the blouse had slid completely off and was hanging from Monique's arms.
The torso is naked, and in front of Max's eyes are her breasts. His hand starts a long caress on her cunt. A more precise caress confirms her virginity, and she shivers…
Then he masturbates her passionately, and soon, moaning and panting, Monique abandons herself to the pleasure that engulfs her. But Max also wants his share of pleasure. He props her, without stopping his caress, against a young pine; his hand unbuttons his pants, and the erected and hard phallus flashes out. He comes closer. She lets him turn her over, and now she faces the stem of the tree, moaning and rattling with pleasure. She has her arms folded, her head to 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 coarse 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 her voluminous breasts, caressing the pink extremity as he kisses her neck, his tool insinuates between her buttocks, and brushes the hair of her sex. While masturbating her excited clitoris, he caresses with the tip of his member-reddened by the effort-the wet lips of her cunt. He rubs the lips slowly, moistened by her own juices, and Monique, completely subdued, let him do what he wants. She now sighs and moans all the time. Her bottom is quivering in an exciting dance that attracts the male and excites him. He digs his prick higher between the buttocks, trying to find the asshole.
Monique protests; she would like to move away. She could easily do so, but a monstrous desire, the wish of an intense pleasure, maintains her on the spot. She now desires but one thing-to forget the pain of the first rape. She feels the head of the member, lubricated by her own juices, sliding into her secret mouth. Then she offers her bottom, set for the new rape, and he, with a hoarse cry, his legs trembling with desire, draws the bottom close. He clutches the two breasts, hard as calabashes with dark pink teats and — pointing in the middle like little cherries, the erected nipples.
Max did not think that she could have such a perfectly shaped and firm pair of breasts. He could not move, so great was the surprise; then, softly, he put his lips on one of the teats and sucked the whole nipple. He let the warm flesh fill his mouth completely, as his hands went caressing all over her torso.
In the silence of the night, disturbed only 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. 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. Wonderful rotundities! His hand lazily wanders on the marvelous dunes, presses the perfect, round globes, feels the consenting flesh, while Monique sighs softly, purrs, still leaning against a pine tree. The dress is unhooked at the belt; it slides off 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 force 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 his caresses. She feels it as he goes along the inside of her thighs; she knows-she knows what he is going to do. Then he finally reaches the burning sex. He takes the mouth that cannot refuse his kiss. His tongue struggles in the damp darkness 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 more, like the mouth of some voracious ghoul. That, and 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. She gave herself completely to Max's ardent and passionate sodomizing, enjoying for the first time with a rare pleasure the feel of a male's flesh in her own secret place.
Max, glued against her back, was biting the nape of her neck, pressing her large breasts that moved at each thrust of his powerful tool up her ass. Everything was dimming in front of Monique's eyes as she felt the unknown and marvelous spasm come, come, come. She uttered a continuous moan, full of naked desire, and 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 she 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 his sperm. And then the hot splurt came in her and they both uttered meaningless words and sounds of ecstasy.