“Too bad. Look what you could have received, absorbed in you…”
From a chest of drawers she pulled a hard phallus, covered with dark blue velvet. Suddenly anxious, Monique moved away, and that movement surprised the girl, who shrugged her shoulders as if she could not care less, and tightened a black silk bodice around Monique's torso. It covered the breasts and the back, but was very deeply opened in front, and the round contour of the breasts were visible. Then the seamstress rang a bell and a servant brought Monique back to the headmistress's office.
Then she visited the house, and she was introduced to all the teachers in their different classes. The teachers were all young girls. The pupils were not too many. The “Juniors” were wearing black shorts and a white shirt with short sleeves. The “Seniors,” aged between 15 and 16, wore a flared and very short skirt that stopped at the middle of their thighs, black silk stockings, varnished shoes, and a little black cardigan. The cardigan was made of a very thin material-some kind of jersey-that let you see, and even emphasized the already round curves of the young girls. A little white leather belt accentuated the slimness of the waist and a little white collar accented the young faces. On their heads they all had the same type of little hat with the hair puffing around it. They were all wearing a certain type of panties that only covered the pubis and left the buttocks naked. The sight of those girls, in natural poses, displaying under their short skirts their naked thighs between the black stockings and the little panties, was very exciting.
The teachers were dressed like Monique, but no pants were veiling their most intimate parts. They were sitting on a little platform where was also a blackboard, a leather armchair, and in one corner, a little table. During the lectures the children could admire the underclothes of their teachers. Any punishments were given privately in front or by the headmistress and always in front of the teachers who wanted to be present.
During the pauses, the pupils moved about in little groups, or two by two, and it was easy to see the lesbian affinities existing between them. The mistress had her own court of worshippers, but during the day, all caresses were strictly forbidden and any disobedience was severely punished the very same evening. But at night, on the contrary, everything was allowed.
In the class that was going to be hers, Monique was listening to the lecture made by a supplement teacher. She could see the excitement grow in the eyes of her pupils while the children were watching her legs and her intimate parts, and getting more excited each time she opened her legs a little bit wider. After their evening meal, the children were left under the control of the supervisors and the teachers gathered in a separate lounge. Monique then got more acquainted with her colleagues — all pleasant looking. The dresses were covering or unveiling the most exquisite treasures, the biggest variety of types and shapes. Among these with the most beautiful breasts, Monique was really the goddess. And by the end of the meal she had to expose her bosom and undergo-while her colleagues were holding her wrists-the quadruple sucking of her nipples.
When retiring to her bedroom she found a girl named Gisele in her bed. According to the tradition, the young supple body was to be her bed partner for the night. Each night a different pupil was at the disposal of the mistress, and soon between the white, linen covered walls of the little room came the voluptuous sighs of Monique being sucked with a rare mastery by the young and expert mouth.
As days passed by, Monique found herself one night the “guest” of the headmistress. That happened to all the teachers. A little dinner, just the two of them. Alone with that delightfully undressed woman, then together on the vast couch, where both bodies, completely naked, soon indulged in the most fascinating caresses. In those moments there was no superior or employee, the headmistress was equal in vice to her inferior as she tried to test the physical capabilities of her partner. In her voluptuous ecstasy, Monique felt the bite of the lash of a little whip, and her buttocks shivered under the slapping, spanking, and pinching of an alert and expert hand. A sweet drowsiness came over her, and she thought that she loved that kind of pleasure. She only turned over when the headmistress, taking a leather whip, slashed it across the sensitive bottom and hurt her flesh. But also, what a reward; that delightful sucking-and the curious finger trying to force its way in her asshole in a sweet and intense caress. The second time, the headmistress changed her method, and before any pleasure, Monique had to support the consequences of the mistress's passion for flagellation. It was only when her ass was nothing but a painful and reddened sphere that Monique could receive on her sex, in her sex, the sucking that quieted all sufferings and gave meaning to the pains that she just endured. The headmistress taught her the most provocative poses and taught her also to present her bottom in such a way that her intimacy was visible daringly from any side. What was her purpose? Monique only knew it later, but when the headmistress introduced in her ass various kind of nozzles, she revived the deep sensations of her rape, and of her sodomization by Max. Perceiving in Monique exceptional qualities, the headmistress had her by her side more often than was her turn, and one night she told her:
“Tonight, a certain number of friends of mine will come. You will join us.”
On the same night, Monique, dressed like the pupils-her legs molded in flimsy black silk stockings, her torso revealed by an outrageously clinging bodice of the same black silk, with a little black mask on her face, just underlining the slanted almonds of her eyes- walked in a lounge with the headmistress. She stopped, taken aback; in the room were a middle-aged man, and a rather plump woman, all dressed in black. The man also wore a mask.
Monique, with an uncertain discomfort growing in her, had to serve the coffee on a low table that obliged her to show her rotundities under the high-lifted dress.
The room was silent, and a touch of luxury was everywhere in the air. A few drinks were enough to break Monique's resistance, and when the headmistress took her in her arms, lifting her dress and caressing and fondling her in front of the guests, she did not resist. She loved the cold breeze on her naked buttocks and the silent caress of the eyes on her flesh.
She was turned over and her flat stomach and velvety pubis appeared in front of the greedy eyes of the couple. The skirt fell back, and from the unbuttoned bodice the two breasts surged, erect and hard, shivering under the headmistress' fingers. The skirt, also unhooked, fell to the ground. Monique, naked, was offered to the contemplation of the guests, pushed against them, thrown over the couch, where two greedy mouths sucked immediately at her breasts. Passion arose violently in Monique's body, as she felt her legs being separated, opened, and the headmistress' mouth sucking at her cunt. She did not see that the man and his partner were undressing, but she felt their naked bodies against hers. But already the headmistress was reassuring her, and leaving her in the man's arms, took the woman to a narrow couch where she beat on her back with leather straps. Riding on the woman's belly she started a slow and strong caress, cruel and painful, so strong was the grip of her fingers on the soft flesh. The breasts were enormous, a little too soft perhaps, with long, thick nipples. The headmistress was feeling them with her hands, pinching the nipples with all her force, pulling, distorting, flapping the heavy teats one against the other. With a soft flapping sound the globes were thrust against each other. And in the room came the hoarse and continuous song of love.
Monique, whose nipples were being delicately titillated by the man's agile tongue, wondered how the woman could endure such a torture. Her torso was undulating in all directions as if trying to escape the pitiless hands of her sweet tormentor, and from her distorted mouth came an atrocious rattle that did not stop the fury of the headmistress.