The village called L'Arbrisseau-les-Poils is located in one of the most charming parts of "Loir-et-Cher," not too far from Blois. It has a very special reputation due to a strange event that occurred when the Barbarians were invading the country. When the conquering hordes came from the East, the inhabitants of L'Arbrisseau, (which was, then, an important city) including the women and the girls, tried desperately to defend their territory. Although the invaders were numerous and strong, they were defeated many times. As a result, they decided to mass a huge attack, and finally succeeded when they surrounded the population after burning down the forest around the village. Almost all the men were killed, but the women, throwing their weapons away, let their ferocious enemies approach them. They were tall and extremely voluptuous so they were given a long tribute of love. A strange phenomenon resulted from the crossing of the races and the emotions created by this event: boys and girls who were born months later all had a reddish down above their genital organs. Witnessing this marvel, our ancestors, who were not reluctant to call things by their names, baptized their village L'Arbrisseau-les-Poils." The village kept the name through history, right up to our happy, enlightened and civilized republic of today ...
L'Arbrisseau-les-Poils has a population of 1500 to 1600 inhabitants, spread about a very picturesque countryside. Its four or five main streets are not crowded. It is a wealthy community which can support a private school for girls. All these gentle girls come from well-to-do families who are happy to place them under the supervision of a mistress, who had intended to become a nun, but had finally changed her mind.
This teacher, named Marie Lhermier, was 23 years old, blonde, and was a true beauty. Her eyes were black, her figure a delight to watch. She was governing her little world of about twenty-four girls from twelve to fifteen with great talent. She used to direct her class with marvelous ability and never received any criticism.
Protected by Henri Magin, the Catholic priest of the village, a handsome dark-haired man about thirty years old, Marie Lhermier never was the victim of slanders or gossip; rather, she received much praise for her beauty and her work. However, a careful observer would have found things to think about.
Since she came to the school, her students, as well as the young boys who attended the primary school and public school, the men, the women, and even the old men displayed an obvious coquetry. Of course, nobody was after the impregnable purity of the delightful young lady; nevertheless, each time someone saw her, he, or she, would shiver slightly and stand in awe, seemingly paralyzed if
*(In French, Arbrisseau means "little tree" and Poils: "hair.")
Marie started a little chat. Her voice was so sweet that it would excite them even more instead of calming them down. The priest himself would become pale with emotion when his religious duty forced him to have a long conversation with her, either about the moral supervision of the school or within the secret confidences of confession.
Each time he put on his chasuble and walked in the little cage where he could listen to the confessions of all these young girls and their mistress, he would show extraordinary emotions! Nobody suspected his secret anguish on the days when Mademoiselle Lhermier would come and ask him for absolution for her students and for herself. Who but the priest could have entered the heart of the shepherd and those of the flock? Yet anybody who was conscious of the effect Marie produced on the entire population and looked at her closely would have understood right away the reason why the students and the town were not behaving as usual. Her captivating face, her perfect body, her marvelous shapeliness, engendered an attraction which moved the hearts and the minds, created a desire for the worst perversities, the most immoderate fantasies of a beast in heat. Was the frightful daughter of Eve aware of her charm? She would smile to everybody, men and women, seeming to promise herself to their libidinous appetites. She excited them by her looks, as hot as the infernal flames; she hypnotized them with her tantalizing walk; she led them like a libidinous Pied Piper by her simple but revealing dresses.
She was using her charm on her students and particularly on the poor priest who would rush away on his bicycle, to avoid the temptations which were assailing him. His role as a saint was becoming more and more difficult to play. He almost feared his duty, which obliged him to enter the souls and the conscience of his penitents. Oh! The Saturday night confessions! They terrified him, and yet he was longing for them from the bottom of his heart! He could read strange secrets in the eyes of the delicious creature and the profane thoughts that were revealed were corroding his principles, destroying his will. He could not doubt it now; Marie Lhermier was in love with him, and her love was ardent and ungovernable. And because he resisted her, she was enticing her students in the most dreadful way. Her life was becoming one wild orgy of lust, and she obviously considered him responsible for it because of the coldness he showed for her passion.
What a strange situation for this priest who was fighting against himself. In his heart, his religious duty, his human instincts, his male instincts and his passion for her were warring against one another. He was almost ready to throw himself at the feet of his siren, to save her from the impurity she was living in. The battle was becoming harder and harder to endure.
One Saturday, as he was sitting in the confessional, filled with a fear he never knew before, he opened the little window through which he was going to listen to the mistress or one of her students. NO! NO! He was not going to listen to the confession, he would not let himself fall down in the lustful slime that was filling his mind.
On the other side of the railing, he saw one of the more quiet and demure students of Marie Lhermier, a fifteen-year-old girl named Blanche Thoubi. Everybody had been touched by her chaste behavior during her communion. She was there kneeling, her head bowed, her hair flowing down as blonde as her mistress's hair, and now blazing with tawny nuances under a sunbeam reflecting on the polished furniture. Her innocent face had an adorable expression of purity and naivety. He could not help admiring her delicate profile. He was hoping, at least that the devil would not trap him with this one. His soul in peace, he murmured, "It's you my dear Blanche, your sins must not be too serious, I have known your soul for a long time, I am sure that you are pure."
"Don't judge me so well, Father," the girl replied. "Alas, my mind is disturbed, and I don't have the kind of thoughts I used to have. My heart is no more at peace. Ah! If you could know."
Henri started shivering, he closed his eyes, and mumbled, "Her too." Then, crossing himself he went on in a loud voice, "What terrible sin have you committed, that can destroy the serenity Our Lord has put in your soul?"
"I surrendered to the burning love that was in me and would have run away from this sacred temple if my mistress had not told me I had to confess. She assured me that you were going to forgive me."
"Ah! She said that!" Henri paused. "Love, my dear child, do you know what love is?"
"I know, Father! Love, it's when you aspire to melt your soul and your body in the person you love. It's when you want to know all the graces and charms he possesses. Love is living in a fever of shared desires and dreamed caresses."
"Stop it" Henri demanded sharply. "This is the way a man talks, not an inexperienced child like you. Your morality has been perverted, my dear child, and you are confusing filthiness and love."
'Father, Father, do not say that," Blanche cried, "Do you intend to lead your confession down the path of degradation? You haven't told me anything about your sin yet. You are following the orders of Satan."
"My mistress told me I could trust you, that you would understand me without much of an explanation, that you would forgive me if I would answer all your questions frankly. You asked me what love was. I answered according to my feelings."
"Whom are you in love with?"
The girl paused and then spoke hesitantly. "With my mistress, Marie Lhermier."
"Unfortunate sinner," Henri admonished, "there is no possible love between a woman and a child of your age."
"Oh yes, Father, there is. She taught me the meaning of the divine mysteries. I live in depravity, yet happiness and beatitude fill my being."
He put his hand on her face, thought for a minute and replied, "How did you fall in love, my dear child?" His voice was soft.
Blanche, smiling came closer to the railing and murmured, "Tell me Fattier, I will be worthy of the divine mysteries, won't I? And, if I keep them secret, you will forgive me, like you forgave all the others, won't you?"
"You are not supposed to question me." Henri said sharply. "I am the priest who knows and sees. Answer me, how did that happen to you?"
"In class, seeing her, so good, so lovely, so beautiful, so engaging, so tantalizing! Oh! It started by my adoration of her clothes, which showed the shape of her figure so well, of her dresses made of soft fabrics which called my hands to touch them. Adoring her dresses, I started noticing her manner, so distinguished, so affable, so understanding. It used to throw me into dreams where I would imagine such pleasant pictures. She wore such a subtle perfume that my blood rushed to my head each time she came near me and I would feel a violent temptation to embrace her and devour her with kisses. I became so excited that every part of my body would quiver. Each time she passed by me and stopped to talk to another girl, if her skirt touched mine, I would drop a book or a notebook and, bending down to pick it up I would kiss the bottom of her dress. It sent shivers through me. She would see but did not reprimand me; instead, she would smile in such an exciting way that I would have been happy even if she had smashed my head with her foot. This timid gesture - which all of us did when we had an opportunity - did not make her angry. She allowed me to kiss longer and longer, and it seemed to me that from time to time her skirt would get higher. I watched her hand and I had the pleasure to see that I was right.
At first, I would only place short kisses on the bottom of her skirt, I did not dare to look underneath. But, when I discovered the slight movement of her hand, I became emboldened and my eyes became wild, looking everywhere I could. Under the raised dress, I saw a beautiful slip, adorned with lace, and as the slip moved up slightly with the dress, I could see her legs between the holes of her net-stockings. Ah! What ecstasy was rushing through me. It was difficult for me to suppress my strong desire to throw myself at her feet, to grab her legs, to grasp them with my hands, to devour them with caresses."
"Pater Noster," interrupted the priest.
"Must I recite it, Father?"
"No ... You should have gotten up and rushed to the confessional at that instant and my advice would have saved you from your sin."
"My will was gone," Blanche stated flatly. "And, anyway, I was merely following the example of other girls in the class who were more experienced and active than I when they knelt in front of Mademoiselle. This happens between our mistress and many students. Everyone will be quiet and seemingly concerned only with their studies. A secretive air will prevail which spreads happiness among us.
"Happiness! You mean damnation!"
"You will not forgive me then, even though you have forgiven Emilienne, Denise, and so on ... "
"What are you saying and what do you know?" cried Henri in confusion and guilt. "Confess, we will talk about that later."
"Well, Father, it's not my fault if I am taking more of your time than the others did."
"You were the purest of all!" Henri whispered as if to himself. Aloud he said, "Let us not discuss that now ... I an listening ..."
"The fourth or the fifth time that I picked something up from the floor, I could see up to Marie's knees."
"Marie! At your last confession, you still called her Mademoiselle Lhermier. This must be very recent."
"Of course, otherwise I would have already confessed. When I saw her knees, I realized that I should become braver; and smoothly, cautiously, I touched the calves of her legs. It seemed that my dear mistress did not notice my touch. I was encouraged in my audacity and I directed my hand higher. Ah! Father! Above the knees, I felt her bare skin, and what sweet skin! Satin, velvet, with a voluptuous warmth that made all my fingers quiver; and then, Marie, through her skirt, lightly grabbed my hand to raise it up to her thighs, her pussy, her tummy. The art of lewdness was revealed to me in my madness. Hot with fever I was exploring her secret folds, the fullness of her buttocks. I directed my middle finger between her thighs. I was looking for the spot where she is a woman. I pressed her little bud hidden under her pussy. I stroked with delight the beautiful firmness of her posterior, I felt the depth of the hole. My mind was becoming deranged with lust. I was going to put my head under the dress to kiss, to lick what I was touching with so much love when, unfortunately, she stopped me and ordered me to go back to my studies. I felt like crying, I was falling down from paradise. I had to obey, but instead of returning to my work, I wrote the most tender love letter to her.
"When the class was finished, she kept me. Her face had a severe look. I dropped my letter on her desk when I was reaching for my hat. When we were alone she took me to her room, a tiny temple of love that she had adorned with the most exquisite taste. She sat down on a wide armchair and took me on her lap. She pressed my head against her shoulder, and as she was kissing my eyes she begged my pardon for having awakened evil and guilty thoughts in me. She said that she had hoped that I would have repented before daring to touch her with such impudence. As she talked, an indescribable charm kept my breast pressed to her arms. Now, she was not only kissing my eyes, she was covering me with rapid little kisses on my nose, my cheeks, my mouth, my neck, and my entire body was quivering with excitement. All of a sudden, she slipped her hands under my skirt. I hid my head against her tits, she loosened my pants and I felt her fingers running along my thighs, catching the hair of my pussy and my bud that she rubbed vigorously. Simultaneously, her tongue was tickling my lips, thrusting into my mouth, stroking my tongue. Ah! What delightful and tender things she was telling me. A delicious languor was spreading all over my body. I was not conscious of anything anymore; her fingers were masturbating me; a torrent of blood burned my heart, rushed to my head; I almost fainted. I was wet between my thighs, life was rushing out of me through all my orifices, all my pores. Then I was coming, marvelously coming. Paradise was opening to me its thousand lights and fires. I was no longer .a child, but a woman. I felt that I was melting, that I was dying. She was rubbing me where I was wet with a little lace handkerchief; she kissed the handkerchief on the wet spots, opened my blouse and placed it between my breasts, I wanted to lick my nipples, and she did not mind.
"I was calming down again, and she told me that I had just experienced the felicity reserved to lovers, that I had become one of her adored little creatures, that she would make me happy often. However, she added that she was a great sinner because she had infected me with her vice.
"She took me off her lap. I was standing. I was trembling so much that I almost fell down. She kissed me on my mouth and ordered me to whip her with my hand first, and then with a whip that she pointed out. She wanted me to chastise her because she had corrupted me. She bent down on the edge of the bed, raised her dress up to her shoulders.
"I was paralyzed, ecstatic, contemplating the most beautiful ass anybody has ever seen, as white as snow, round and well curved down to her plump but strong thighs, a marvelous display of hypnotizing flesh. What! Was I supposed to whip such beautiful apples, when I was yearning to throw myself up on them, to cover them with kisses and caresses? When, even if I could not take them in my arms, I wanted at least to press my breast on them for ever? She understood that I was disturbed, and she was not in a hurry. She was moving her ass slowly. Watching her, I was getting wetter and wetter in my underpants.
"She asked me in a soft voice, as a prayer, to whip her; I was not reluctant anymore. First, I put my hand on her succulent globes to stroke them, to ask them to forgive me for the pain I was going to inflict upon them. I started to hit her, gently first, and then harder as she ordered me to. I struck her with all my might. Red spots covered the whiteness of her buttocks. A thousand lewd thoughts came to my mind. I could barely resist the temptation to jump on her beautiful ass, to bite it, to tear it apart with my teeth. I was dizzy with pleasure; I did not know what I was doing anymore. She told me to take the whip. I grabbed it without an hesitation and stopped thinking entirely as I whipped, and whipped, forcing her to bend her legs, to twist her body, to writhe about as her gorgeous ass sought to elude my punishment. She did not ask me to stop. On the contrary, the harder I would strike, the louder she yelled, "Again, again." My arm was becoming tired; the room was spinning in my head: I could see her masturbating frantically. I could not help it anymore, without even being conscious of doing it, I raised my dress, I put my hand on my pussy and I masturbated, as I continued to whip her with less strength. Sensuality was overwhelming us. We could hear our sensuous sighs, mixed with shrieks: Oh! Ah! The whip was lying on the carpet. I put my tummy on her posterior without knowing why. There was blood on heir white skin. She was coming and I was coming. She told me to do whatever I would like to do. I knelt down and licked the blood that was coming out of her buttocks, I put my tongue between her thighs, and she pinched it with her fingers. I was not expecting that, but it did not hurt, it increased my pleasure. Such a felicity was not a punishment but a proof of love."
"Satan has stretched his nets in your filthiness, lost girl," demanded the priest.
"Marie told me that our voluptuous union represented the truth and that if we did accuse you of being severe, you would agree with us.
"You are damned. Do you still hope to get my absolution?"
"Yes, Father, because under your soutane your hand is touching something that neither Marie nor I have, and because your eyes have the same expression as ours when we look at each other."
Chapter II
No, the priest was not masturbating under his soutane as he was listening to Blanche Thoubi's confession. Unconsciously, his hand was touching his hard cock which was trying to escape from its jail. However, chastity was still dominating his soul and preventing him from carrying on. He was suffering, mentally and physically, and lately his torture had become more and more unbearable. He was desperate, worn out, and his virtuous principles as well as his energy were fading away.
Marie Lhermier's arrival at the public school had filled his heart with happiness. In the beginning he was very kindly disposed toward her because she was reserved and quiet. Her first confessions were very pure and religious and, they allowed him to bring her informally to the presbytery and to introduce her to his parents with whom he was then living. Every Sunday he would invite her for lunch. That was his first mistake. A man like him cannot live too closely to a twenty-year-old girl without impunity. Dark hair and blonde hair fit each other too well not to couple together. However, it was not love at first sight. Little by little, they began to trust each other and began exchanging confidences. The masculine feeling awakened the feminine reaction, and as a result the too charming lady changed completely. She saw the man behind the priest long before he saw the woman behind the penitent. And what a woman. The last breath taking explosion of a display of fireworks could not illuminate the night more than the lovebeam which flashed in the darkness of her heart. As she was in love with the priest, she understood at once the nature of sensual delights. Her blossoming beauty, already bright, became dazzling.
Meanwhile, the virtuous world of the priest was crumbling, but. he resisted courageously the attraction he felt towards the sorceress. Her smile paralyzed his soul, her glances fascinated his heart. Her words stunned his mind. What shocking things did she begin to tell him during the short moments of their solitude at the presbytery, at school, or at the church where she would come and put flowers on the altar, or put in order his canonicals, or confess, or merely hunt him out. She had no more sense of decency; only one idea dominated her mind: lead Henri Megin into sensuous ecstasy.
It was not difficult to make him doubt his faith, his duty. He could hear unceasingly her soft and harmonious voice repeating, "Henri, why resist? I love you and you love me. You can't deny this ineluctable truth: You belong to me and I belong to you."
O Immaculate Mother, protector of masculine and feminine chastity! He could hear these simple words resound in his mind, in his whole being, and he tried to run from the sensual trap he seemed ready to fall into.
Time passed and still Henri held out. Marie, Henri's frightful siren, was becoming angry. She threatened to pollute the whole country, to corrupt everybody, woman and girls, the young ones and the old ones, if he continued resisting her love. A woman, a real woman would not waste her time to play a masculine role just to compete with a man. She has within herself everything she needs to force the weakest as well as the strongest men to throw themselves at her feet. Being aware of her power, she does not try to take away from them the sham supremacy they are given by law and by tradition. She merely says what she wants, with a smile, a gesture, and the strongest bend their head. The priest was experiencing this. He was like an atom spinning around the nucleus. And Marie Lhermier was keeping her word. Throughout the countryside a secret air of lewdness prevailed, attracting the lecherous instincts of so many to the dress of the beautiful teacher.
The house she lived in near the school was the fortress where she was spinning her web. She would give only little, hoping to get more. She was in love with Henri Megin, but she was aware of the fact that she would never be able to take him away totally from his religious feeling. Her dangerous game continued.
No one had kissed her but every one had, at least once, pinched her ass. There were a lot of opportunities. A brook surrounded with brushwood wound through the valley. People would go there to fish. As she was on her way to visit friends, she would often take a short-cut and cross the brook. Strangely, she always crossed where she would see a lonely man. And each time, she fell down, so he would rush to help her. She would thank him, embarrassed, and start brushing the bottom of her dress, turning around in such a way that her saviour could not help seeing her ass. As her ass was rather close to the man's hand, he would not hesitate to put his hand under the dress and pinch her buttocks. This never lasted longer than a second. Then, she would scold him for having done that, and run away. The fortunate men always took care not to talk about it to anybody. In this way, Marie Lhermier was able to carry on towards her aim: To give her virginity to her chosen lover, Henri Megin.
In her class, little by little she would inoculate perversity in her students, awakening their worse instincts with an incredible skill. Little by little, she was sowing the erotic seed. Blanche Thoubi's confession was not the first one of this kind.
Henri could observe Marie moving slowly forward in her work of moral degradation, and he, the protector of virtue and chastity, would not interfere because he was afraid to lose her. He had already started to bend his head in front of her. All the depraved girls would come to the confessional and almost order him to give them his absolution. He would hesitate at first but finally give it. He was tamed. And anyway, didn't they punish themselves after the sin? Didn't she have them whip her buttocks? Kneeling at the confessional, they became shameless, like this poor child in front of him, now. He already knows her confession in detail before she begins. His eyes close, his lips whiten, and he listens to the description of guilty pleasures. The routine of perversion was always similar: First, she had been masturbated and then she had masturbated her mistress. That was the first chapter. Then Marie began to couple her students, to marry them, in order for them to help each other in their licentious pleasures.
Henri listened as Blanche described the second stage of Marie's licentious artistry:
"Yes, Father, Marie Lhermier is the sun of my life and I thank God for He has given me such a mistress. In class the next day, Marie told me to sit by Emilienne Grochait and to consider her as my husband. She was supposed to teach me all the pleasures before I went to the confessional. Emilienne, one year younger than I, is as you know a wild brunette that everybody admires and adores. Oh! I was so happy to know that Marie had chosen her as my husband. I am very thankful to her because she proved that our marriage was not a joke. In the afternoon she examined us first and said she was very satisfied with our answers. Then she asked Emilienne to take me to the room for our honeymoon. She added that I should obey Emilienne and do everything she could want me to do. My heart was beating passionately when we went upstairs. There, sitting on the lap of my beloved, I really came for the first time. We were by ourselves: Emilienne took me in her arms, put her mouth on mine and asked me, 'My little wife, do you love me?'
'Yes, yes, I love you, Emilienne, and I am happy to be your little wife.'
'Then do as I do. Undress.'
'Of course, we are husband and wife to play together, to excite each other, to come together, and to learn how to our happiness.'
"Without any hesitation, I took my clothes off, and kept my slip on. Emilienne kept her black stockings and her leather shoes on. Ah! Father, I was not naive anymore, and seeing us in this situation dirty thoughts rushed through my mind and shivers through my body. We were going to play together. She was my little husband. She was going to teach me things I could not even think of. Like Marie, she sat me on her lap. Suddenly, she raised my slip to look at my pussy and touch my clitoris. Then, I put my tongue between her lips. A long shiver shook us: I was across her legs. She put my head on one arm of the chair and my legs on the other, pressed her hand on my tummy, and started masturbating me with her middle-finger. I was jigging up and down on my buttocks. I discovered her thighs and I stroked her tummy with my ass. Suddenly, she turned me upside down, raised my slip up to my shoulders and whipped me strongly. She could see that I was excited. She let me off and ran to the bed where I followed her. We were going to live all our fantasies. She drove me crazy when she put her head between my legs and started licking my bud. Oh! It was even better than masturbation. She was licking and sucking me, and she was telling me that my hair was softer than the other girls' hair. I wanted to touch her. She sat down on her ass and showed herself to me. She had a light dark down. Born in another village, she was not red-haired and one would guess that she was going to have a big black pussy. I touched her clitoris, and she jumped like an eel. She yelled that it was like an electric charge. From seeing her so shaken, my blood was rushing to my face. It was my turn to move between her thighs to suck her. Her pretty white skin was burning my fingers and my lips. I was contemplating her delicate tummy, her beautifully shaped legs.
I started kissing her and I could not wait to lick her. She excite me. Finally, I managed to hold her little flower between my lips. Her clitoris, slightly longer than mine was sticking out of her hair. I pressed my lips against it, and assailed it with rapid movements of my tongue. I did not want to leave it, except to kiss the secret spot where children are made. Kissing, stroking, and sucking her filled my heart and my soul with an infinite ecstasy. She was lying under me, and I could feel her firm and every single part of her body. She was obeying my slightest movements. I started to stroke her posterior. She liked it and stuck it out to make it easier. I thrust my tongue in her ass-hole. She was pumping her ass against my face and suddenly she came again, because as I was licking her ass, I was masturbating her cunt passionately. She came a lot, and her teeth were chattering. She told me that she adored me and that I was killing her, and that it was so good that she wanted to do it again. She put my hand on her pussy to be fingered again and with her hand she pressed my head against her posterior. Seeing her so excited, I got hot, and my tongue started moving faster and faster, and my finger rubbed harder and harder. Again she was coming and yelling with pleasure. I stopped sucking her ass and squeezing her sweet honey-pot. Suddenly, she slipped out of my arms, threw herself on me, laid me under her, shoved her tummy against mine, rubbed it frantically and ordered me to do the same. She murmured that she was screwing me the way men screw women and that my clitoris was tickling her cunt as if I wished to deflower her. All my muscles were obeying her. I thought this was the best thing in the whole world. It was my turn to come again and again. God! I got so wet. What ecstasy. We were joined in pleasure and we mixed the fruits of our juices. Suddenly, she thrust her middle finger into my ass-hole and I was about to yell when Marie came in, the whip in her hand.
She ordered us to give her our asses in order to punish them for the pleasure they just had and erase our sins. Already Emilienne - who was not afraid at all - jumped off the bed, bent over as Marie did the day before, and with her slip raised up to her shoulders, stuck out her ass to receive the punishment. My dear mistress looked at me and smiled to incite me to obey her promptly. To bolster me she reminded me what courage she showed when I whipped her. So, I went by my little husband, and took the same position. I did not feel very good, though. I had never been whipped. I felt my buttocks were pressing against each other, in order to offer as little surface as possible.
My dear mistress started with me. The nasty whip bit my flesh. It seemed that a thousand nails were tearing me apart and, under the blow, my thighs were quivering convulsively. She struck me again and again, I could not stand it any more, I did not even have the strength to resist. I fell on the carpet and crawled to her feet to kiss the bottom of her dress, to implore her to stop. She raised her dress and ordered me to hide under it. I did not hesitate for a second. I disappeared under her dress. It covered me. First, I could not see much. The skin of her thighs were so white that in the darkness they were shining like a light around me. After a few seconds I could recognize the shapes of her thighs and ass, then a light fragrance was revealed to me from every hidden part of her body. A voluptuous sensation flashed through my brain. I put my head between her legs which were slightly open, and I pressed my cheeks against her strong and warm thighs. Then I grabbed her ass with my hands, and sucked her clit. She let me do it, she did not disturb me, even though, in the meantime, she was whipping Emilienne. Her movement excited me even more. Her knees were bent and she opened and closed her legs rhythmically. Her pussy was running all-over my face, her cunt was tickling my chin. The slight trembling of her big buttocks was fascinating me. I thought I was going to die as I kissed her everywhere my mouth and tongue could reach. Emilienne, more experienced than I was, had not surrendered yet to the pain. I was enjoying sucking her more and more, no longer aware of anything else. Suddenly, Marie raised her dress, I was still licking her cunt and I realized that Emilienne was doing the same thing to her ass on the other side, with her hand between the delicious thighs which were between us. Ah Father! If it is a sin, who would refuse to be a sinner? The more I sucked Marie's cunt and clit, the stronger my excitement became. Standing between Emilienne and I, she was keeping her dress as high as she could, under her amis, in order to satisfy our greedy appetites. I was feeling dizzy from both the perfume she wore and her feminine fragrance. I could not stop sticking my tongue in her cunt and her pussy, and Emilienne was still licking her crack passionately and thrusting her tongue in her ass-hole. We were holding hands and our other hand would cuddle her everywhere we could reach. Such lewdness is a virtue ... "
"I can do without your commentaries, if you want me to listen to you until the end," interrupted the priest.
"You are listening to me, Father, because my mistress wants you to and you are not able to refuse her anything."
"What does that mean? Does she intend to rule my will?"
"I don't understand what you are saying, Father. I must confess and you can't refuse to listen to me."
"I have the right to refuse to give you the absolution," threatened the priest.
"You won't refuse, Father, you no longer have that severe look you had when I started my confession."
"Hurry up, will you," Henri said by way of evasion. "You are not the only one I have to hear confess.
"I will be brief, if you insist upon it," Blanche promised. "Let us go on. How long could our sensuous beatitude last? An eternity would not have seemed enough to us. She was uncovering more and more. We could see her divine form up to her tits. My kisses were moving up to her navel and around to her buttocks. At the same time, with the extremity of her shoe, she was tickling my clit. Emilienne was slapping her gently as she kept her tongue in her ass-hole, saying that she was fucking her ass. Marie was rubbing her tits and her cunt and she could not stop coming. I could feel it because her cunt was getting wetter and wetter under my mouth. She was wearing a ribbon around her waist. Emilienne untied it and it fell on the carpet. We both rushed to get it; we quarreled. Marie freed herself from our arms and advised us to cut the ribbon in two pieces so that each of us could have a piece we could keep as a souvenir of this marvelous day.
"Were we finished? Yes, unfortunately, for that day. We shared the ribbon that had touched her skin. I kissed my share and tied it up around my thigh. So did my little husband. Then, Marie knelt down and before she would let us dress, she kissed the ribbon on our thighs and kissed our pussies for a few seconds. She told us that, as husband and wife, we would have to practice every day, in order to become real dirty girls. This way, we would learn how to excite young boys and even men to do dirty things with us. She added it was the only good and true thing on this earth.
"We were ecstatic to hear her talk this way, and we promised her to use everything we could to do it, and to show even the girls we did not know, how to become as dirty as us. Ah, Father, these mere words made us hot and wet again. Then Marie ordered us to dress. It was getting late and we had to go back home.
"From that moment, life started to open its secrets to me. From now on, like the other girls in the school I was to belong to my dear mistress. Every day I would come back from school with my little husband, and we would make plans to meet either at my home or at her home, or anywhere we could hide.
"The day before yesterday, as we were taking a walk on Beech Lane we saw a man walking in front of us. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up and we could see his muscles. When we saw his long dark beard, we recognized him. He had been living in the village for a short while and was working at a farm. I don't want, to mention his name. When we passed by him, we looked at him in the boldest way we could, according to what Marie had taught us.
He laughed and called us, "Hi, chicks, coming back from school? Going home?"
"It's possible," answered Emilienne.
"Ah! How darling they are. They are not shy and they are not afraid!" the man chuckled.
"Why should we be afraid?" I asked.
"Because men have wolves in their pants, and wolves love to eat nice little girls like you." As he was saying that, he loosened his pants, and took his big thing out. Emilienne and I knew that men and women were different, but we could not help blushing and for one second we thought we should run away. But he put it back in.
"If you are afraid, I'll put the bird back in its cage and forget it."
"Seeing him so reasonable, we became more confident. Emilienne, who is bolder than I, which is quite normal after all, because she is my husband, went close to him and said: "Show us the wolf again."
"Oh! What a cute girl. She wants to see the wolf again. It's not the kind of thing we can do here."
"Why did you show it then?"
"To see your reaction," he laughed.
"Then, why don't you want to take it out again?"
"Okay, but not here. Would you show me your ass here?"
"I would not be embarrassed."
"We were walking, the three of us, and we were laughing together. We weren't afraid anymore. Suddenly, Emilienne, who saw that his fly was still open, put her hand in his pants. He did not prevent her from doing it. He took her chin in his hand, and looked in her eyes. Meanwhile, I could see that her hand was moving in the man's pants. She took his instrument out and kept holding it.
"Look Blanche, how big it is now," she told me.
I gasped when I saw the big sausage. I could not think of anything to say.
His eyes were glowing like embers. He let her do the job and stood still. Nobody could see us because we were surrounded by bushes. After a few minutes, he took his thing away from Emilienne's hand and put it back in his trousers. Then he said, in a harsh and frightening voice, "You jacked off my cock, now I will grab your ass."
"You don't need to say it that way," Emilienne replied. "Hold my dress up and look at it."
"He sat down on the ground and put his head under her dress to kiss her buttocks. I wanted to stop them. "Emilienne," I shouted, "you are crazy. Let's go!"
"Come here, you too," he ordered.
"Me?" I gasped, but I did not have the time to refuse. He pulled up the bottom of my dress and his hand was exploring my ass and my thighs that I spread open right away. He touched my clit, and I let him finger me for a few minutes, then he got up on his knees to pray to us like one prays to the Virgin.
"You are little Angels of God, I say this to you from the bottom of my heart. I adore you. Oh! I swear I won't hurt you. Come with me to Brossenet's barn; there's never anyone there. Ill show you the wolf, as much as you wish, so that you won't be afraid of it anymore. You will have a lot of fun."
"Alright well go with you," Emilienne agreed. "But no messing around. They say a lot of things about nasty men who kill girls. We won't let you do that; we can protect ourselves. I want to see the wolf but I don't want it to eat me."
"Come on, don't be afraid, little darling, I don't even have a knife, I don't have any weapon, as you can see. If men hurt girls it's because they are bitches; they don't want to see the wolf; then they quarrel. The men get mad and they hit them. I'm not bad, anybody will tell you. I like to go after women, but women laugh at me because I don't hit them. You're nice kids; well have a good time together ... a few kisses, but I won't deflower you."
"Okay, let's go, Blanche," Emilienne encouraged me. "Let's go to the barn. I want to train the wolf."
I nodded my head in approval, for I could not wait to see the wolf again. We went to the bam first and the man followed us. At this time of the day, we were not taking any chance; nobody was around. Inside the barn it was very dark and it would have been easy to hide if someone came. When the man came in, he took us to the darkest spot. He made a bed of straw and asked us to take off our pants while he took off his. Silently, we obeyed him, I was rather afraid, but after all, there were two of us, and the man was obviously not scary. He laid down on the straw and when he saw we were eager to get into action, he opened his shirt and showed us his chest and his belly which was covered with dark hair. Then he showed us his cock-that's the name he gave to his instrument, it was big and hard. He was holding it in his right hand and, with his other hand he was touching some kind of big round globes he had under his cock. He was smiling. Then he taught us some dirty words.
"Man's sexual organ is the cock and the balls. Women have a cunt between their legs, instead of a cock, a cunt that you pierce to make children."
Emilienne raised her dress, as Marie had done with us, and bravely sat on his belly, her ass bare. She took his cock in her hand and shook it as if she wanted to brush it or something. He let her do it. He made a gesture to order me to sit on his face. My little husband looked back to see what I was doing. I was not reluctant. I raised my dress. The man's head was between my legs, then I sat down slowly, so that he could put his nose right in my ass-hole. As soon as I was sitting, his tongue started moving all along my crack to my pussy. Oh! What a tongue. I could already feel that I was going to come. Emilienne told me to look how his cock was straight and hard. What I saw increased my excitement. I pressed my ass on the man's face and I came; I came as I would have had he masturbated my whole body. That excited him even more arid his tongue would not stop licking me. He was thrashing around and shouted to Emilienne to take care of her clothes because he was going to come. As she did not obey fast enough, he pulled her back by her belt.
She fell down on him and yelled: "Oh! Oh! Oh! He's wetting my thighs, and my belly and my cunt, he is deflowering me, and I like it."
He was not deflowering her at all. His warm juice was showering upon her where she said. The man was no longer aware of what he was doing. My ass was still on top of his head and my legs on his chest. Emilienne's head was between his legs and her legs were surrounding his cock and his balls. Emilienne, by masturbating his cock and I, by coming on his face, had made him discharge his juice, which he called sperm. His sperm, in spite of our precautions, had squirted and was still squirting out on my little husband's cunt, belly, thighs and even on her ass. He had been dying for this pleasure, for his sperm would not stop rushing out, and Emilienne, who liked that, was keeping her thighs around his cock, as if to absorb the juice.
"When he was through coming, we got up. She was covered with his masculine glue. We had to use both my handkerchief and hers to dry it. In the meantime, the man was very upset because he thought our mothers would see it when they did the laundry. We swore that we would keep the handkerchiefs and wash them ourselves. He took Emilienne to the door" in the daylight to see if she had any spot on her clothes. Fortunately, there was none.
"Are you going to fornicate with this man again?" asked the priest.
"Yes, maybe, Father. We kept the handkerchiefs we used to dry his sperm off Emilienne's thighs and belly and we wear them in our bras. It makes us feel like doing it again to feel it on our tits. My little husband and I, we never stop speaking about it. We are not afraid of anything. We think that the pleasure of the body is the best, as our dear mistress told us."
"Poor girl, do your act of contrition."
"Yes, Father."
When she had recited her act of contrition, he crossed himself and murmured, before closing the railing. "Tell Mademoiselle Lhermier that I gave you the absolution but that you are the last one. Go and pray Our Lord to look upon your soul."
Chapter III
Although, this confession has been quite long, it did not last as long as one would think; in fact, it has been completed by the young girl's notes that we have used. He had already been deeply disturbed by the previous confessions. But, when this last one was over, Henri stood there in his confessional, completely drained. Blanche Thoubi, the very symbol of purity had become more perverted than her girlfriends who came before her to confess that they had committed the sin of lewdness. There was no doubt about it. Marie Lhermier was spreading the seeds of depravity with a diabolic skill. He, the curate of Arbrisseau-les-Poils, was this seed; he was responsible for her action. As he was listening to Blanche, he trembled for her safety. He knew the man, a tramp who had stayed in the village for only a few days, and left, maybe after having committed a murder. This thought made him shiver, he struck his chest and said the sacramental words: Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.
He was guilty and he was the only one. If he had not resisted the passion of the attractive witch, she would not have spread this terrible evil which was contaminating everybody. This terrible phenomenon was now threatening to reach the youngest ones, the children under ten. He already knew that Denise Charpin, one of Marie Lhermier's students, had taken Lelix Sotzi, a nine-year-old boy to the woods to have him lick and finger her. She even had him try to fuck her ass. Every day he was learning something new. Brossenet himself, the owner of the bar where Blanche, Emilienne and the tramp went, had caught the disease. He was an innkeeper, a good Catholic, although a bit lascivious because of his age (he was in his fifties). One day, as he was sleeping at the inn, his head resting on a table, after everybody had gone, he suddenly woke up and was quite surprised to find two legs around his neck. Raising his head, he could see the short dress of his niece, Odile Madrette, who was showing him her ass in the darkness. As he told the priest in his confession, he could not resist cuddling her delicious white globes. How guilty was the priest! He had to make a decision, he had to stop the flow of lubricity which was threatening to overwhelm the whole country.
Henri stepped out of the confessional and knelt in front of the altar: He implored God, he examined his conscience in detail, he tried to remember everything that had happened since the arrival of the teacher who, in the beginning, looked like a true saint. It was only after three months that she revealed her actual game. He could remember every detail.
One evening, she came to the presbytery for dinner. She was sitting on his right at the table. A few times during dinner, their knees touched. Once, he realized that she did not move hers back. He looked at her. She was looking directly at him with bright eyes. He had never felt such a sensation before in his entire life. He thought that the table was turning and that he was going to collapse. Her look was obsessing him; many times since then he had the opportunity to see it again. And he did not try to escape from it. Escape! He did not have the strength. He could read so many sweet things in this look, so many possibilities of happiness that he could not get rid of it. It was like honey to his heart and his soul. Unfortunately, she was not satisfied with a mere look. Her smile would paralyze his reason, the inflections of her voice made him tremble when he remembered them. A beast was waking up in his body. He was forgetting the teaching of the saints and the apostles. He was feeling unworthy of God whom he used to adore. He was beginning to love the creature more than the creator. He was fighting, fighting desperately. After the look, the smile and the voice, she began to brush against him when they met. In vain, he was trying to run away from her; in vain, he would take long walks in the country or in the woods. She would be there when he came back, as beautiful, as much in love as ever. She would reach her hands out to him, and she would take his hands, his arm, or pass her arm around his neck if they were alone. She would tickle his neck, his cheeks, in spite of his reluctant attitude. Her hand would touch his lips, and he would kiss her, closing his eyes and praying the Lord to help him. He was afraid of succumbing to the temptation of taking her in his arms, of devouring her mouth with kisses.
Once, he could not resist. She had come to the presbytery to bring a book to his mother. He met her in a narrow corridor. She threw her arms around his neck, he pressed his mouth against hers. They pressed their bodies against each other with passion. She murmured:
"At last, you love me, Henri!"
"Don't say a word, don't tempt me, think I am a priest, think I am sacred."
"I can think of one thing only, our love. You love me as much as I love you. You are dying to take me, and I am dying to be yours. Come my beloved, come to take my virgin flower which is reserved for you."
"Shut up, shut up, you kill me!"
"Don't resist any more."
"I shall never commit the sin."
"Stupid and vain man. You will. Hope that when you want to, I am still willing to. I want you with all my passion. I know that it is only with you that I can know the secrets of love. If you refuse, I will plunge the entire country into lewdness, and you will be guilty for it."
He was bewildered when she left. He did not know which was stronger, the ecstasy of her kiss or the moral terror she had engendered in his mind. The sexual sin was blossoming everywhere in poisoned fruits. She went on sending her students to the confessional as she attracted them to the pleasures of lesbianism. He knew, from their cynical declarations that these future women were propagating an erotic fever among the rich as well as the poor.
One day, after class, he went to her house to lecture her. She was alone. As soon as she looked at him, smiled, at him, he felt he was going to lose his mind. He joined his hands and murmured: "Have mercy." In a gesture, she asked him to kneel down. He obeyed her. He bent his head. He was tired. It was oppressing. He wished he could have this feminine power which seemed so dominating. He was kneeling, he an honest and virtuous priest. He did not move at all. He was afraid not to be able to resist his desires. He was bending his face, careful not to touch her. Finally, he decided to speak: "My child, if you are tormented by lecherous desires, give up your duty of educator. Find a husband worthy of your beauty, have mercy upon the servant of the church."
"I want you," she said with complete determination.
"But it's madness," Henri whispered.
"You want my body; do you think I cannot see that?"
"Don't pervert the innocent girls."
"It's too late."
"Good-bye. I will not see you anymore. I will apply to be transferred to another parish."
"Wherever you will go, I will follow you. You are the only one I can love and if you don't love me, I will give my body to all the men who want it, and to their wives. Everybody is after me in the country. They know I am ready to surrender."
"Oh! Don't say a word."
He literally ran from her, terror in his heart.
She had kept her word. Blanche Thoubi was the last one. He had to stop that. He was going to sacrifice himself. He was going to forget his monastic vows. He was going to have the irresistible and infernal woman.
His forehead bent on the altar steps, he was saying a last prayer. When he went to the presbytery he had decided to accept her love and to deflower the seductive teacher. Then she would put an end to her perversion with her students. She would redress the wrongs. The fear of hell would restore the girls' morality. His fall was nothing if it could help to save the souls of hundreds of people. The Lord would take that into account.
His soul was at peace when he went back home. His decision made him almost happy. As soon as he stepped into the house his mind was disturbed again: His mother told him that Marie Lhermier had accepted her invitation for dinner and that she was waiting in the living room to talk about the problems she had with her students. These mere words terrified him. He was trembling when he took his hat off, and he could barely answer his mother, who in the kitchen because the maid was out, lopping. From the entrance he could see Marie Lhermier standing. Her eyes revealed a burning passion and they magnetized him. From this minute he did not know anymore what was happening to him. A pink fog was floating around him, and he walked as if in a dream. Later he remembered that he had this thought: "What they say, that love has no importance except for fecundation and that it represents nothing before the duties of human life; however, here I am, astounded, out of my own mind in front of this perfect creature who can only give me a few seconds of a pleasure which will soon be gone!"
A few seconds? The future was going to contradict this. What about this infinity of sensations they felt when they looked at each other, the prelude to the ecstasy of their mutual consent? A real woman is not satisfied only by the act of love, she transforms everything she does or she touches. Her body becomes a long love poem. She incarnates voluptuousness. She is the source of all beauty, she makes lifeless and useless whatever is not related to her cult. The dresses she wears, the way she undresses, what possibilities of delight! You don't know a woman if you are not able to appreciate what she gives.
Henri could imagine all the curves of the delicious siren's body under her dress and knew that they promised eternal pleasure and happiness. He was would not be long enough to meet the fleshly desires that were obsessing him. His emotion was all the stronger because Marie Lhermier was undergoing the same confusion. She was hypnotized as much as he was. She was trembling as much as he was. They were going towards each other in the same slow and automatic movement, their eyes staring at each other. When he was in front of her, he put his hands on her shoulder to take her in his arms. She pressed her breasts against him with fear, the fear of a female who knows the male is going to attack her. She had tamed him. The pretty tamer murmured in a low voice, as low as a breath.
"Ah! You want me, you want me. Take me, but be careful."
Careful. That was not the time to drench with words the fire she had lit. Careful? In a brutal gesture he opened her blouse, a mere little blouse which could barely protect what she was hiding. Marie did not stop him. His hand was exploring the inside of her blouse, he grabbed her sweet tits, a virgin's tits, round and firm with pink nipples and cuddled them with fervor. As he was pressing his body against hers, she could feel the bump made by his prick under the soutane. She rubbed her belly against his. Between her open legs the bump was rubbing her cunt as if to salute it. Did they need to take their clothes off? Her thighs were opening out to show the way to his prick. The prick, still hidden under the soutane was pushing outward on the dress with the sensuality of a woman who was dying to be screwed. Between her tits that he was still cuddling and kissing, he saw a handkerchief. It reminded him of previous depravity. Henri moved back at once. Holding it at the extremities of his finger, he asked her, "With whom did you use it? What did you do with it?"
"I dried my come and the cunt of Blanche Thoubi, the last one, the one who you thought was unassailable and who is going to become the boldest among the girls in the country. She has some dyke blood in her veins, like all the others, by the way, who licked and sucked me to make it easier for you to deflower me.
At once he felt again all the voluptuous promises of her body. He threw the handkerchief away, he grabbed her dress to raise it.
She told him with a smile; "I knew that my time was coming. I am just wearing this dress and a little slip under it."
His hands had told him that already. He raised her dress right away up to her waist and mad with desire, he was aiming his cock towards her cunt which was waiting for him.
"Oh! My love," she murmured, already hot, "you are going to take me, to fuck me, I'll be yours, all yours, I'll belong to you. You can do whatever you would like, I don't care if they know about it. I don't care if they catch us."
She stood up on her toes, her thighs forward, on top of his cock, but it was difficult. Suddenly, she put her legs around and clung to his neck so that he could move more easily, but it was still difficult. He was holding her above the ground with his arms around her waist, keeping her dress up at the same time. He was writhing in order to put his prick in her wet cunt. But his efforts did not have the expected result. His prick was hitting her thighs. He struck the closed cunt a few times but could not break into it. The worse thing was that they could hear Henri's mother walking about in the next room.
Marie Lhermier dropped into an armchair in a decent position, although her face was still red with emotion. The priest was desperately trying to straighten his clothes. He put a serious expression on his face, as if he was lecturing his young and pretty guest. The mother came in to ask for something. She did not suspect anything. She stayed for a few seconds. As soon as they heard her steps beyond the door, Marie got up, and raised her dress up again, for the priest to come into her. He dropped on his knees and covered her pussy with kisses, looking for the trace of the girls caresses. He asked:
"Here, here, here, they put their profane mouths before I did. Here, here, here, they gave you a voluptuousness that I should have given to you."
"Why did you wait? Everything was for you. Everything is for you. Ah! Kiss me, stroke me, suck me everywhere. You kill me. Quick, pass me the handkerchief, I want to dry my come, I don't want to disgust you."
"You don't disgust me. I want to lick, to drink your juice."
"Pass me the handkerchief; you'll keep it as a souvenir of this sacred day."
She tried to get closer to the table where the handkerchief was. He was sucking her, pressing her thighs against his face, kissing her ass. She was writhing with pleasure, a pleasure she had waited for so long! Again they heard steps in the next room. They could not stand it anymore. The priest dragged himself along to the door. His mother was in the dining room, looking for something. In a shivering voice, he told her that he was going to close the door, in order to listen to Marie Lhermier's confession. He asked her not to disturb them until he opened the door again.
She smiled: "Poor .dear mademoiselle, she always thinks she is sinning, but she is so pure."
Some people are really blind, Henri thought, closing the door. As soon as he looked at his mistress, he was excited again. Once again, she raised her dress up so that he could see her belly and her thighs. She was sitting on the sofa. He went to her, flying towards victory. Her legs were open to receive his prick. His cock, hard and powerful was trying in vain to tear the virginal veil. The flash came before the fortress surrendered. His sperm flowed like a stream on her white nudity, on her round thighs, on her warm belly, between her legs. She expressed her pleasure with little squeaks. She didn't care about her cherry! The man she loved was spreading his seed around her cunt, still closed; on her pussy, her clit, flowing between her thighs. His sperm was gushing on her cheeks, sticking on her belly. She wanted his sperm to seep into each one of her pores. She was coming at each quick movement of his prick which was running on her cunt or her pussy or plunging between her thighs. The sperm was flowing, flowing, as much as she was coming. The world was vanishing as their come mixed together. With some difficulty they came back to earth. She bit his lips gently and asked him to pass the handkerchief so that she could dry her cunt, and to hurry because the confession could really seem too long. His cock was still in erection, as he watched her soak up, on her cunt, their abundant come. She also rubbed his cock and he let her do it, admiring her skill. Her eyes were still as bright as fire. He was almost fainting, although he still had a hard-on. The pleasure he had just experienced was not comparable in any way to any other kind of sensation he had felt before. However the woman was still a virgin, it was like something missing. Both realized that. She put her arms around his neck, sucked his lips and said;
"Well do it again any time you wish to."
"It's impossible right now."
"Tonight, come to my place, at school."
"We can't afford to act imprudently."
"Don't worry, my love, well find a right time. You know that I am yours, I know that you are mine. Well have the patience to wait for the right time."
Chapter V
A few days went by. The priest had not tried to have further contact with her. His conscience was winning again, he was fighting again against the insidious trap of lewdness. He went to Blois a few time and to Paris, on the pretext of ecclesiastic duties. However, he could not help seeing the erotic agitation that was going on in the parish. He would turn away from the young girls' provocative looks, he would pretend not to see the suggestive gestures of the women, he would avoid watching the games young boys and girls played, he would not listen to the gossip. Inside, he was hesitating between his violent passion for Marie Lhermier and his sincere religious feeling.
One morning, as he was reading his breviary in his study, the maid went to him and told him that Blanche Thoubi wanted to talk to him about an important matter. The priest asked the maid to let her come in. Blanche rushed into the room, obviously in a state of violent emotion.
"Father," she said, as soon as she saw him, "you must go at once to Monsieur de Sabythe's. A terrible misfortune happened."
"A misfortune, what misfortune?"
"I don't really know. I think that his wife, Emilienne's mother, tried to kill him,"
"Kill him!" What are you saying? Such a perfect couple as Monsieur and Madame Sabythe ... Unless they heard about your sins with their daughter. No, it's not possible."
Blanche Thoubi was crying, "Oh, Father, it's not about our sin, it's something older than that. I know why, but it's not my business."
"If you know what happened, you must tell me. Why should I go to Monsieur de Sabythe if he does not ask me to? I must know the reason of all this mess."
"Well, Father. You did not know that all the dirty things Emilienne knows have not been taught to her by Marie Lhermier, but by her stepfather. And a long time ago. She was only twelve when he started."
"You must be out of your mind to tell me such lies. Monsieur de Sabythe is an honest man. How could he be interested in a nasty kid when he has such an attractive wife? That does not make any sense."
"You are blind, Father. I am not a 'nasty kid,' but had I said yes to all the men who flirt with me I would have a whole bunch of lovers. Emilienne, my little husband is much more forward than I, although she is one year younger."
"Blanche, I am shocked when I hear you say such things. We are not at the confessional where I must listen to everything you say. You are a terrible girl. It is awful, you are merely fifteen and your soul is already spoiled. What happened to you is very unfortunate. You used to be the incarnation of purity and chastity, you were like the Virgin Mary in our processions. Oh what a terrible pain I felt when you surrendered to the devil."
"Don't worry. More girls 'surrender to the devil' than you think and hopefully the ones who let their pleasure-box rot, without using it, are pretty rare."
She assumed a bold and lascivious air when she said that. The priest looked at her from head to toe. The priest took her hand and murmured, "My dear little child. You should repent, you should do penance for your faults. At your age, you should not think about the disgusting things of the body. They always lead to misfortune. What you just told me about Emilienne's family is a good example."
"Oh, I could not do without. When I get up, in the morning, the first thing I think of is; Am I going to have a good time with Marie today? Or with my little husband, or with anybody?"
"The tramp! Did you see him again, poor girl?" He pressed Blanche's hand and she fell down on his lap. She had a lecherous smile. She looked him in the eye and in a low voice, she told him: "Father, you are like other men; I can feel it."
She was so gracious and adorable. Henri Megin, so reluctant to respond to Marie's seduction did not hesitate a second, suddenly he kissed her neck, "You are a bad seed who is going to spoliate the whole country. I should whip you, Blanche."
"Well, don't bother Father, do it if you think you'd like it. Then you'll give me the absolution and you'll give it to yourself, if we commit the same sin."
She let herself fall in his arms and she did not stop his hand, which was exploring under her dress, pretending he wanted to spank her. It was easy because she did not wear pants.
Suddenly, the priest had a reaction, "But you are not a virgin anymore, bad girl!"
"Ah! Don't complain. It's a good thing for girls to lose their cherries. Can you see it?"
"Who deflowered you? The tramp?"
"No, don't bother about that. The guy who did it was really longing for it, and I was longing for it too. And you want to do it too. You can do it to me if you feel like it. One more, one less, that does not count anymore, as long as we both like it. I like you, Father, and it's the reason that I have been so good, lately: I didn't want to displease you.
"You like ... dirty things, don't you?"
"And so do you, I suppose, because you are cuddling me everywhere. Say, don't finger me, put it in my cunt. I feel I am going to fall in love with your cock."
"You are not thinking anymore of what happened at the Sabythe's."
"Yes, yes, but once you'll have screwed me, you'll be in a better mood to go there. Let's do it, don't wait anymore. I can feel your instrument beneath my ass."
She was still on his lap. He raised her dress to check her cherry and his look was becoming more and more lecherous as he stared at her" red-haired pussy, the seal that every girl wore in Arbrisseau-les-Poils. He lasciviously examined the young blossoming cunt, a nice love nest surrounded with the white skin of her thighs, as sweet as satin. He was thinking that he was going to come on her belly, if he had not been able to do it in Marie's. He was fingering her cunt and her ass-hole. Suddenly, he stopped thinking and he, the religious man who had been resisting a beautiful twenty-three-year-old girl for weeks and months, carried Blanche to the sofa. He opened his soutane and showed her his cock. He put it in front of her slot and pushed. My God, it was a bit difficult to get in, the cunt was narrow and his prick was bigger than the average. Luckily, the head was smaller than the base, so, by twisting it, he was able to get it up her vagina. This time, he was really screwing cunt, for the first time. The girl did know how to move her ass. She raised her legs as high as she could and held him tightly in her arms. The prick was sliding easily now in the cunt of the child who, according to the priest, used to be like the Virgin Mary in the processions. There was no longer a young girl and a mature man, but two lovers united in a love fight. Blanche, rather tall and strong for her age, was able to sustain Henri's body. She was so expert that one could have said she was born deflowered. They were not talking anymore. They were holding each other's bodies and she was pushing as hard as she could in order to get his prick as deep as possible in her. The half-ripe fruit was exciting him even more than the mature fruit had. He came fast and as much as he did before on Marie's thighs and belly. Only this time, he was spitting his juice inside the woman's flesh. Blanche came at the same time. She told him his come was springing into her body up to her mouth. So young and so aware.
"Oh! I never came so much," she said, "I went out of my mind!"
"Didn't you come when you were deflowered?"
"No, I did not think a man could give me as much pleasure as Marie did."
"Who busted your cherry?"
"You'll still love me if I tell you?"
"Yes, if you tell me who did it, and if you swear you did not come with the man."
"Oh, I swear it, I never came like with you. I let him take me because Emilienne did not want to do it. Her stepfather deflowered me."
"Monsieur de Sabythe? What are you saying? We forgot him. Is this true?"
"Yes, his wife wanted to kill him. I suspect that she saw him with Emilienne at night. I heard about that from the maid. She told me to go and look for the priest because he was the only one who could restore the peace in the house."
"Then, we have been wasting time."
"Wasting time, Father? You are nasty again."
"No, no, I mean ... Come with me. No. You had better go first, I will follow you, nobody must suspect."
"Don't worry, a girl knows how to keep this kind of secret."
"I am not afraid of you, I am afraid of the perspicacity of people."
After she had washed herself, she went out. He followed her. As he was walking behind her, he could not help thinking of how much she had changed in a few weeks. Who would have guessed she would become a hot woman, and that many a young boy was already waiting for the day she would give into them.
The narrow streets of L'Arbrisseau-les-Poils were not usually very crowded during the day. The great majority of the men were working in the fields and the boys were busy here and there or else at school. When they reached Beech Lane, he came closer to her. He started thinking of the difference between Marie Lhermier and Blanche Thoubi. Yes, he had just fucked this little girl, but it did not last more than a few seconds. And he did not feel any kind of domination over him as he felt with Marie. After all, the act of love did not seem so evil anymore to him. Just the danger of getting the girl pregnant. A little chance to take. Like everything in this world. Blanche was a real jewel, a charming jewel that he had better keep, at least to take from time to time, when he would be in need. Dirty ideas started rushing through his mind. His eyes could not stop looking at her legs, her thin waist, her ass that she always moved very sexily. Blanche was close to him now. She showed him, as they went by, the barn where she went with Emilienne and the tramp. A flash went through the priest's body. He realized again what she was, a young whore. He had a hard-on and he put his hand on Blanche's arm.
"You are tempted, aren't you?" Blanche said. "You want to do it again. Well, it's fine with me,"
"You are a lovely little woman," he answered in a low voice.
"A lovely little wife. I wonder if I don't prefer you to my little husband?"
"SSHHH ... Let's go to the barn. Tell me did you go back there with the man?"
"Two times only. You know that he is gone."
He was going to take her to the barn but it was a mistake. When they got closer, he saw a shadow by the door. Blanche saw it too.
"The best way to know who is there," she said, "is to go and see. Come on, Father, if we find some bad boy or girl, you will frighten them." She walked towards the door, went in cautiously.
Suddenly she heard someone laugh. Two boys jumped on her and holding her, they showed her one of her friends, Denise Charpin, one of the first girls Marie Lhermier had initiated to sensuality, and who was running after boys. Denise liked all of the sensual pleasures; to suck and to be sucked particularly. The two boys who were with her were two cousins of hers, Octave Roasselin and Rene Braquelard, both fourteen years old. Blanche could not stand the fact that other people could use the barn to do their filthy things.
"You are dirty pigs, to undress in front of Denise, who is a bitch. You really deserve to get in trouble."
"What's that? Denise retorted. "I am not as conceited as you are. If someone deserves trouble, here, it's you, not me. Hey, boys, why don't you throw her down and whip her with your cocks. She deserves it. The more pigs, as you say, the merrier."
"Blanche! Blanche!" yelled the priest at this very instant, from the door. "What are you doing here?"
As soon as they heard the priest, the two boys and Denise crawled in panic under the straw and hid themselves.
"I am coming, Father," answered Blanche. "Everything is alright. Let's go on."
"No, wait."
"You don't need to come inside, it's as dark as a cave, and you would dirty your clothes. People are so nasty; if they surprised us inside, they would say we were doing bad things."
The priest understood something was wrong and he did not insist. As she saw him walking away she told her friends; "I saved you, but be careful not to come back here."
Blanche met the priest a few yards away from the barn. "I would never have thought somebody else was already there."
"There was someone, then?"
"I don't want to betray anyone. They could give us away too."
"You are so young and you know so many things already."
"Well, you have taught me a lot and I am sure you would like to do it again, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, but where?"
"We'll see. Let's go to De Sabythes' now and have fun later."
Blanche and the priest could see the tall square house owned by the De Sabythes a few yards away. They walked through a narrow corridor and met the maid, who recognized them instantly.
"Father, Madame is waiting for you. It took you some time, Blanche, to bring him," the maid scolded.
"It's not her fault, I had to finish my prayers when she came."
"Well, come with us. Blanche, your father is in the living room, talking to Madame. They will need you too."
"My father!" exclaimed Blanche.
"Yes, Madame asked him to come."
What did that mean? Blanche was worried. She followed the priest and the maid to the living room. There a tall and beautiful dark-haired woman was waiting. She looked about thirty although, in fact, she was thirty-four. Her features were sweet and tender. But her eyes showed from time to time some traces of anger or sadness. She was talking to a fat, beardless, pink-complexioned man who looked rather happy. She was Raymonde Sabythe and he was Anselme Thoubi. Blanche walked towards him. He jumped up and slapped her two times!
"That's a sample of what is going to happen to you."
Blanche staggered under the blow. Her eyes became red and she shouted, rubbing her cheeks: "You don't have the right to hit me, Daddy, do you hear me? I won't allow you to."
"The right! I take it, I keep it. Tell her, Father, that until she becomes twenty-one, she must obey me."
"That's not a reason to hit her, Anselme," replied the priest.
"You are going to change your mind. Madame de Sabythe was waiting for you to tell you everything that happened. I am concerned with my daughter, who is an accomplice. Let us go and talk to your daughter, Madame."
Raymonde had not, so far taken part in the scene. She barely acknowledged the priest and cast a contemptuous glance at Blanche. She got up and, followed by everybody, walked out of the room to go upstairs to her daughter's room. When everybody was in, she locked the door. Emilienne was lying on the bed, naked, her arms tied up around her body. From her waist to her knees, a cloth was covering her sexual organs. With a rapid movement, Raymonde took the cloth off and showed her daughter's posterior. It was stained with blood and welts, obviously from flagellation. The priest became as pale as Anselme and Blanche. In a cold voice Raymonde started to explain what had happened:
"I am going to tell you the tragedy that happened last night. A tragedy that I could never have foreseen. I married Gregoire because we loved each other. I did not know that I was marrying such a vicious and poor being who was going to betray me in the most awful way. Last night, when we were in bed, he was reading on his side of the bed as I was trying to-fell asleep. I could not sleep and I was worried about it, thinking it might bother Gregoire. He seemed distracted, and glanced at me frequently, I thought he was worried about me. Love makes you blind. Finally, I decided to pretend I was sleeping. I pretended so well that, after a few minutes, I saw my husband look at me to check if I was really sleeping, get up cautiously, take off his nightrobe and walk out of the room entirely naked. I felt something strange in my heart. Something was not normal. Could I guess where he was going? I had to know. I walked through the bathroom. I stopped, astounded, half dead with terror, in the doorway of my daughter's room. I saw my husband leaning over that bitch's bed. What a misfortune to have given birth to such a monster!
"What an awful vision! It seemed to me that the world was collapsing. I saw every detail of this disgusting scene, for I was paralyzed and my eyes could not help looking. That whore put her head under my husband's belly, between his thighs, and put in her mouth what is used for pissing and making children. Nature wanted to remind me that we come from trash and go back to trash. I was, Father, I repeat it, in a state of catalepsy. Please forgive me for asking you to listen to all the filthy things I have to say.
"I saw her open her mouth as wide as she could to receive his organ. I saw her lips pressing it with passion, I saw her hand, stroking and caressing his buttocks. I could hear, from what they were saying, that their relationship had been going on for a long time. My husband was telling her: 'You like my bird, don't you, my nice little thing?'
"I like it like crazy, and I swear that when I marry, when I won't be afraid to get pregnant anymore, the first night of my honeymoon, I'll let you deflower me."
"In the meantime, you let me come on your nice little body, between your sweet lips when you suck me or when you give me a hand job."
"Yes, yes, I like to shake your cock and your balls with my fingers, I like to suck them, I like them to fill up my mouth. Ill do whatever you want me to do. Let's not speak anymore, I want to keep your prick in my mouth."
"They were silent for a while. My daughter was raising her body on her elbows so that she could get his prick deeper in her mouth. My husband-what a wretched man-seemed to have pleasure from taking her this way. He was moving his belly back and forth while his cock was in the mouth of my daughter. In spite of my efforts, I could not get out of my state of hypnosis. Then he asked her to stop sucking because he said it was his turn to play with her.
"Are you sure Mother is sleeping?" she asked.
"It took her longer than usually; but you know, once she is asleep thunder couldn't wake her up."
"She had a stupid giggle. I wanted to strangle her for a minute. She jumped on the floor, took off her nightgown and gave her body to the monster. He sat behind her and put his legs around hers, then he pressed his face on her ass. His tongue was moving so fast between her buttocks that she was writhing, and pushing frantically in order to get as much as she could, saying:
"Yes, yes, thrust your tongue into my ass! Oh! It tickles. You know my darling pig, I did not wash it. Don't complain if it does not smell good."
"Your body smells like the best perfumes of Olympus, and your ass is a treasure that I want to cover with kisses ... "
"Oh! Your tongue got into my ass, and I felt thrills all over my body."
"Please, let me fuck your ass."
"No, no, I don't want to be deflowered. If you begin with the small hole, you'll find yourself in the other one without even thinking of it. Don't ask me that; I would have to kick you out."
"Don't kick me out, darling, you know that I always obey you. Don't move your ass so much, I can't keep my tongue in. I want to lick you. I want to suck you, I want to eat you."
"Yes, you are reasonable. I am so glad to be able to excite you so much. Come on my bed, you'll rub your cock between my legs, by my cunt, and you'll spit your juice. Come, come, my love. I love you so much. You'll lie down on my back, I'll melt into your body."
"The two criminals lay down on the bed. He, on top of her. He put his cock between her closed thighs. He was harder and harder. His red cock was like a blood spot on her white skin. I could see his fingers give little pinches to her nipples, I could hear their bodies slapping together as they were masturbating. My eyes were burning. There was a buzzing in my ears, the floor was sinking under my feet. Was I going to faint, without being able to punish them? He spoke and the mysterious hypnosis that was paralyzing me started to vanish.
"Oh!" he said, "We are so close, it would be so easy to bust your cherry!"
"I am too young. I would like to do it as much as you do. Wait, just imagine you are in my cunt."
"She wet her hand with saliva, and put it around his instrument. He was sighing. Then she pulled his prick between her legs and started to jack him off again. She murmured: "I would like so much to have it in my cunt. But, I did what I could to please you. Didn't I lend you my little wife, my dear Blanche, to deflower her. Didn't you open her cunt with your big red prick? Didn't I suck both of you. Oh! I'd like so much to do it again."
An angry voice interrupted Raymonde. Anselme Thoubi grabbed his daughter, who was ready to faint, and shook his fist at her. "The proof, the proof, it's easy to find. We are going to be sure about it."
Henri Megin guessed he was going to raise her dress to expose her cunt. He stopped him. "Our Lord forbids violence."
"She is my daughter. If she dishonors me, I have to know it."
"You are out of your mind. A father is not allowed to look under his daughter's dress. She has a mother who can do it."
"Her mother. Let her go to hell. She is not here. Father, walk out if you want, it's our business, you can't do anything in the name of God ... "
"Let God alone, Anselme! I won't allow you to hit your child. From now on, I am going to take her under my protection. Don't forget your own faults, you are far from being perfect. Don't you remember a certain night when you almost committed a rape by the river?"
"Father," the man whined.
"Let Madame Sabythe go on, will you. Anyway nobody among us is pure enough to judge."
"Ah, Father," said Emilienne, in a painful voice. "All this is a dream, a nightmare. Tell her to untie the rope. My arms hurt me, I can't stand it anymore.
"I won't daughter," Raymonde said sternly. "It's a question of life and death between us."
"You are not my mother anymore. You are a witch who tortured me. I pray you, Father, to use your authority."
Raymonde gave a nervous laugh; "You want to be freed. You'll be, if you will again confess publicly all you confessed to me last night. You know that if you don't talk I have means of making you talk and I will use them."
"I accept this public confession, if you require it from me."
As impassive and unconcerned as if she had been a stranger, Raymonde untied the rope, and helped Emilienne out of bed. She had her kneel down right in the middle of the room. The witnesses could not help but show their feeling of repulsion when they looked more closely at the bloody spots which were covering her thighs and buttocks. Raymonde had given her a hard time. Everybody was starting to feel pity. Blanche was crying silently. She felt like pressing her friend in her arms.
"Confess!" ordered Raymonde in a harsh voice.
"Yes, Madame. I am a child and you should have taken it into account. Anyway, I don't feel sorry for what I did. I am even proud of it. I started when I was mother had just gotten married for the second time. Because I was always frank, loyal, and liked to play, they allowed me to play with my stepfather so that I could get used to him. Gregoire, (I called him father right away) was always good to me, always taking care of me and willing to meet all my desires. I started feeling much tenderness for him. One evening, my mother was in the kitchen preparing an infusion for him because he was not feeling well. I went to his room to ask him how he was feeling. He was lying on the bed. He stared at me with burning eyes. I smiled at him and went close to him to kiss him. Suddenly, he took my hand and put it under the sheets, between his legs. First, I felt his hair, I felt like taking my hand away but at the same time he moved it down and forced me to take his big, hot cock. I was not afraid. I put my fingers around it and he asked me to move my hand back and forth. It excited me to see how much he seemed to like it. His thing got bigger and bigger and suddenly, a warm and thick liquid wet my hand. I barely had time to realize what was happening. He gave me a lace handkerchief that he kept in the pocket of his night robe and asked me to dry his thing so that mother would not see it. I did what he wanted me to do. I was flabbergasted.
"The handkerchief was all wet from this thick liquid, his sperm as he called it. He took me in his arms, kissed the handkerchief and asked me to kiss it where it was wet. I was so astounded that I could not think. I obeyed him without hesitation. He was so delighted that he kissed my mouth. I kissed him all over and I told him that I would do anything he liked me to. He said I should put the handkerchief in my pants, between my thighs so that I would get excited by his liquid, and keep thinking of him and desire to do it again. I was feeling something I had never felt before. I raised my dress, pulled my pants down and put the handkerchief where he had his finger. I swore that I was going to wear it there day and night. This lace handkerchief became my confidant and the witness of my first sexual emotions.
The same night, as soon as I was in bed, I took it off and smelled it. Its sour flavor inflamed my blood. The spots he had wet with his sperm were covered with a thin and yellow crust. I kissed it and rubbed my body with it. I squeezed the handkerchief into a small ball that I put between my buttocks. I writhed in my bed, pressing my buttocks against each other, to feel it. My senses were awakening. I could not help thinking of Gregoire, my stepfather. I adored him. I was eager to do it again with him. I sensed that it was just the beginning of my discovery of a world of sensuous marvels. I was becoming a woman. My mother, who beat me so nastily, could have guessed what was going on from the rings under my eyes, my changing mood, my lecherous behavior when her husband was around. My stepfather was traveling for a few days and I was longing for him.
When he came back, he told my mother that he was going to put a desk for me in his study, in order to supervise my homework. I could barely hide my happiness. How could you be so blind, Mother? It was not too late, then, to stop our folly. We did not waste time. The next night, I sat at the desk, right by him. I knew what was going to happen from the dirty expression in his eyes. I was wearing a short white dress and black stockings which stressed the shape of my legs. They were already quite appealing ... "
"We can do without your own comment," interrupted Raymonde.
"Didn't you ask me to tell everything?" Emilienne retorted. "Sitting on my chair, I was sticking out. my breasts and my ass so that he could understand I was waiting for him. He closed the door, after checking that nobody was around, and I saw that his fly was already open. His cock was sticking out, hard and proud. It was the first time I saw his cock. I was literally fascinated by it. Girls who pretend they are afraid of pricks are really hypocritical, or dumb. How can one be?"
I was so impressed that I could barely move. He ordered me to come closer to him. Then he asked me to stand between his legs and put my hand on his magnificent prick. I started to shake it? but he stopped me. He asked me if I had the same thing as he between my legs. I laughed and kissed his cock, but did not answer his question so he put his hand under my dress to check. I could feel his finger on my clit. He was extremely interested in what he found, because my pubic hair had not grown yet. He told me that men and women had a kind of beard there. He wanted to see closer. I was kind of embarrassed because I was afraid he would not like it, but it was too late to refuse. He knelt down, and he found the handkerchief that I had not washed since he gave it to me, so its fragrance was quite strong. He took it out and started kissing and licking it, telling me that my smell was driving him crazy.
"I was just twelve then. What girl of my age would not have been inflamed? He asked me to lie down on his desk, passed my legs around his neck, on his shoulders. My cunt was right in front of his mouth. I thought I was going to die. His tongue was rummaging about in my cunt; he was licking, sucking, biting my lips, I threw my hands around his neck to push his tongue even deeper in my hole. I was shaking all over. I was about ready to come when he asked me to stand up again, in spite of my protest. He ordered me to show him my ass. He started rubbing his prick between my buttocks, where I was wet. Then, he ordered me to open my buttocks with my hands so that he could see better and began masturbating. I could feel the head of his cock right in front of my ass-hole. Suddenly, a spout of hot sperm sprang out on my ass-hole and my buttocks. Then, he knelt down again and I felt his tongue on my ass. At the same time his hands were cuddling my belly and my cunt. Oh! There is nothing better than that in the whole world. I could feel that he was staring at my ass, my cunt, and that the view of my white and pure skin was filling his soul with a sensation of rapture. I decided I was going to suffer everything necessary to keep him, that I would even give him my flower before my husband. When he was through sucking, he sat me down; my ass was still bare and his prick was as hard as ever. He put the handkerchief back between my legs, put his arms around my waist, pressed his hands on my belly and started licking the nape of my neck, behind my ears, inside my ears. Oh! God? that felt so good. Under my ass, his prick was getting bigger and bigger, he moved his hand down, took my clit between two fingers and twisted it. I jumped as if I had been sitting on fire. I got hot right away. At once, I pressed my lips against his and we came at the same time. My ass was hot with both his come and mine. I murmured that I loved him and that I wanted ;to do that again as often as possible. From now on, he was governing my heart and my senses, for he had awakened in me sensations which were unknown to children of my age. I was proud. I will never forget the pleasure I had with him."
Emilienne stopped speaking. She was seeing again, in her mind, the scenes she had just described. When she came back to reality, she saw her mother prostrate in an armchair, the priest standing with arms folded, Anselme Thoubi sitting on a chair, and Blanche, her friend, who had an expression of tenderness on her face. All were staring at her. She looked angrily at her mother: "Yes, I am a woman, thanks to your husband, at least in my mind, even if I am still a virgin. I know that we are born to satisfy the pleasure of man and that men are born to please our so-called dirty desires. How could you dare beat me. Is it my fault if you are not able to satisfy your husband? Is it my fault if, when you were sleeping, he preferred to join me, to share the voluptuous pleasures of love; instead of lying awake by a frigid woman? I am still a virgin, but my nipples are hard, my thighs are round and generous and my ass is hot. You had to beat it till it bled to tame me. You asked the maid to help you tie me down to the bed to prevent me from protecting myself. And now, you are not moved when you see my bleeding flesh."
Raymonde stood up, the ropes in her hand, and walked toward her daughter. Everybody was wondering if she was going to beat her again. The priest stopped her.
"Mrs. De Sabyth, you should take care of your daughter. To chastise her would only show that you still resentment against her, and it would be unfair, confessed her fault. Please tell us the rest of this pitiful story."
Raymonde dropped the ropes on the floor and answered; "I shall obey you, Father, for you represent God in this world, and, therefore, you are entitled to guide our hearts. What should I do with that bitch?"
"Please stop offending her. Your daughter will tell me her faults in the confessional. Now, we are listening to you."
"Ah, ah, she is calming down," Emilienne shouted. "I changed my mind, I want to tell you something, just to show her the difference between a little girl who understands life and a woman who even though she has been married twice is still not able to keep a man. Jealousy could have saved her, but she is not even jealous. She has no sensitivity at all, that's the only reason why she beat me."
As she was saying that, they were dressing her wounds. They tried to have her put a shirt on, but she refused. She wanted to stay naked to force her mother to remember what she had done to her.
Chapter VI
Emilienne spoke again when the wounds had been treated. "My stepfather is the nicest man in the world, even though he did not protect me last night. I forgive him. The wickedness of my mother helps me understand myself, and strengthens my love for him. We really get along well together. Since the beginning we decided to explore the mysterious ways of lewdness. Unfortunately, we did not have as many opportunities as we would have liked to. A short time after he had set up a desk for me in his study, my mother sent me to a school as a boarder. I came back to the village when Marie Lhermier started the new private school. It was in summer. I was thirteen then, and my body was quite shapely. Then, I learned everything about sensuality. I was reading De Sade at that time, I learned and practiced everything except fucking, neither in my cunt, nor in my ass-hole.
My relationship with Gregoire became deeper and deeper. Our gestures and our looks became part of a lascivious language that only we were able to understand. My young age was not an obstacle at all, for I was able to understand and fulfill all his desires. We played little games even in front of my mother. She would not see anything. She was confident, so confident that she would go away for a few weeks from time to time to see some relatives in Paris or elsewhere. Then, it was a paradise.
We did not need to talk; he just had to look at me in a certain way and I understood that he wanted me to suck him-he loved H-or that he wanted me to take off my pants so that he could lick my cunt right away, no matter where we were, in the kitchen or on the staircase.
Any time and any place desire was burning our flesh, we were ready to satisfy it. We would make up games, with rewards and punishment. I remember that one day, he called me in his study. His cock, hard and red, was already but of his pants. He told me he was a fresh fountain and that his prick was the tap. I rushed on the fountain to quench my thirst. Another day, I adorned my ass with a bunch of flowers. He kissed every one of them and took them away, one by one, until I was naked and, the flowers lying on the floor around us, he fingered me until I fell among the flowers, exhausted from pleasure. When mother was at home, of course, things were not that easy. And, he had to fulfill his boring and conjugal duty, the legal coitus authorized by the church."
Nobody seemed to notice her cynicism. Raymonde herself did not have any reaction.
She went on: "One day we had a new idea concerning the maid, who lived at home then. She was a beautiful, blonde Parisian. She left some time after, because she had gotten some kind of disease. Her name was Annette. I don't know if she knew what was going on with Gregoire and I; she seemed not to. I was very free with her, we used to play together. She considered me as a big girl. One morning, Annette and I were in the kitchen. A delivery man came. Annette had to go because my mother rang her, and as she stepped out of the kitchen she told us to be careful, not to do anything bad- as a joke. I looked at the man. He was quite nice looking. I looked at him right in his eyes and asked him what she meant. He told me that I was a very nice girl, that I certainly looked older and more mature than a lot of girls of my age. He added that he loved me very much, and that he would like to write to me, if there was some place he could send the letter. He said he would like to write to me everyday.
"A man loved me! It was something new to me, something more than my mere sexual relationship with Gregoire. I told him that I did not see anything bad in writing letters, that I would be delighted to meet his request and to answer his letters too. Then he knelt down and started kissing my legs and my hands to thank me. He tried to put his hands under my dress but I stopped him. He looked disappointed. Then he sat on a chair and took me on his lap. He kissed my face so gently; he was so sweet! He was pressing my breasts on his heart and at the same time, I could feel his hand moving on my ass and his prick getting hard under my buttocks. He was a nice man."
"Poor girl, poor girl!" interrupted Raymonde.
"Wait, wait, this is only the beginning. The next day I received his first letter. Annette gave it to me. I read it with Gregoire, for I had told him everything about the man."
"Monster!"
"You don't understand anything! How can you be my mother? What a letter that was! Both of us came when we read it. We were getting hotter and hotter, after each sentence, for we were touching each other at the same time. Gregoire was proud of the passion I had inspired in the heart of the man. He told me that I had to try many, many men to really know how to come and how to make men come. So far, my flower was still an obstacle because I had decided to keep it until I got married. Anyway, this story about the delivery man was going to help his plans about Annette, He wanted to screw her in front of me to show me how a man does it to a woman. He wanted me to become a well trained dyke, too; that is to say, a girl who loves to lick and finger her girlfriends pussies.
"What a horror!" shouted Raymonde." Is that my daughter?"
"Not a horror, but a delightful thing. Don't interrupt me, or you will lose your chance to know about these ravishing pleasures."
"Don't talk to me, don't talk to me!" Raymonde's face was tense and white.
"My child," said the priest, "please hurry. You decided to do a public confession, so please do it, but leave your mother alone. Her pain is understandable."
"Well, Father, let's go back to Annette. Gregoire was not jealous at all of the delivery man or older men who were usually after me. He was eventually jealous of the boys of my age, but they were too young and lacked experience for me. When we had read the letter many times, he was so excited that he asked me to suck him and he came in my mouth. Then he licked my cunt gently, and I came too. Then, we wrote the letter that I intended to give to Annette so that she could give it to the man. Fortunately enough, my mother left the nest day. I still remember this letter that was going to be the start of new pleasures:
"'I read your letter with emotion, and I believe that you love me as much as you say. You ask me for a date. You seem so sincere that I cannot refuse. I accept with pleasure to learn love from you. The only place where I can see you is my room, from 4 to 5 p.m., when everybody is busy. Come in by the domestic's entrance and come up to the first floor. My room is the first one on the left. I am afraid to write these things, but I want very much to love you and I am sure that you will help me. I want to be your lover. - Emilienne"
I could write without fear, because the letter was not supposed to reach its destination. It was the key to the plan to seduce Annette. As a matter of fact, as soon as I gave the letter to Annette, Gregoire rushed in and ordered her to give him the letter. I pretended to be scared. Annette was not so naive. She understood it was a trap and she played the game. She put the letter in her blouse and pretended to fight Gregoire, who was trying to open it, supposedly to get the letter, which he did pretty soon. Annette put her hands on her eyes, pretending she was crying; begged him to forgive her saying that she wanted to help me because she loved me.
Gregoire opened the letter, read it and screamed that Annette had betrayed him, that he was going to tell mother about it, and that I would be sent to a reform school. He was perfect in his part. He ordered me to go to my room at once, with Annette and him. When we were in the room he said that the only adequate punishment for her treachery was to be beaten by me in front of him, so that she would learn how to dislike me.
There was a short silence.
"Oh! Sir," Annette said, "Being beaten in front of you is much worse than to send a letter to a lover."
"What if I don't want to do it?"
"Then, go to hell and your mother will read the letter tonight!"
"Annette did not object to her punishment anymore, and I said I would do it because I did not want to displease my nice stepfather who had been so good to me. I pushed her on my bed where she fell on her belly. I raised her dress and, as she did not wear any underwear, I discovered her ass right away. Oh! what beautiful buttocks she had, so white, so round, so s well-shaped; what big thighs she had. Her posterior looked like the rump of a mare. Gregoire and I looked at each other and this look inflamed us. What a delight that she had agreed to play with us. I could barely help jumping on her and kissing those big cheeks everywhere I could. I looked at Gregoire again; his cock was erect. I sent a kiss to the huge bump sticking out of his pants. With a gesture, he ordered me to begin and I started spanking her. Each time she felt it, she moved her ass more and more towards us to that we could see it more closely. Then, I could not help it any longer, I fell on her, kissed her, licked her passionately."
"Bitch, awful bitch," interrupted Raymonde again.
"Yes, passionately," Emilienne went on, pretending not to notice her mother's reaction, "There is nothing more beautiful on earth than the body of a woman who desires to be as dirty as yourself and is ready to do whatever you want her to do. My. head was between Annette's buttocks; I was going out of my mind when I felt Gregoire's tongue in ray ass. At the same time, he was exploring Annette's cunt with his finger. Suddenly he realized that she was still a virgin. He looked disappointed. She burst out laughing as she understood what was going on in Gregoire's mind. She turned over and showed us her treasures, from her navel to her legs Her pussy was black and big, and her open legs invited Gregoire to deflower her right away, if it was okay with me. I smiled. Already she was taking off her dress and her black stockings. We did the same thing. Oh! What a feast! Gregoire put me between her legs and asked me to lick her. She and I wanted so much to do it that as soon as I put my tongue in her cunt, I got wet and came at once. But I did not stop. I moved my tongue, in and out, in and out, as fast as I could, twisting her clit between my fingers at the same time because I could not wait to see her come. She came soon. She threw her legs around my neck and squeezed my face against her slit. Her body was jerking hysterically. My body was melting into her body. Gregoke woke me up when he took me away from her. He took her to my bed, and fell upon her. I pretended to prevent him but he looked at me with such a manly smile that he almost scared me. He put his cock between her legs. I pushed in from the back to help him, stroking his ass at the same time to excite him even more. From where I was, I could see everything. Annette threw her arms around his neck and struck his back with her legs. Her thighs were spread open to help his prick get into her belly. I could see his cock head, red and hard, trying to break into the cunt. They were fighting. The slot was getting larger and larger and the prick was getting harder and harder, almost ready to burst. The cock was going inside, deeper and deeper. Suddenly, the veil broke, his cock went right into her belly. She felt it so much that she was paralyzed a second, her mouth open, unable to move. Then, the movement accelerated and intensified; their bellies were righting against each other."
"Be quiet, please," demanded the priest. "The sooner she will be finished, the sooner you will know the depth of her sin."
"I am finished," said Emilienne. Her eyes were bright with pleasure when she saw that her mother was so furious." I am finished. Or, almost! After Annette was deflowered I was so much in love with her that I could not do without her. I was always around her, as you noticed, dear Mother. I sucked her so much that the poor girl got sick from weariness."
"If you don't force her to stop, I am going to kill her," shouted Raymonde. "The same way you killed my stepfather?"
"Killed! What are you saying! He disappeared!"
"No, something tells me you killed him. And you want to beat me to death, you want to kill me slowly, you want to have your revenge because you are angry when you think of all the dirty things he did with me, when he did not do anything with you. You have told them how you walked in, in the middle of our pleasure. A real mother would have behaved much differently. She would have had pity and not a savage desire for murder."
"Father, if you don't stop her, I will call the maid to have her help me to gag and tie down this monster." Raymonde could not remain calm anymore, she was too angry. Suddenly, she fell down on the floor, in a fit of hysterics. Everybody rushed to get her help. The priest and Anselme Thoubi carried her to her room. When she recovered consciousness, she asked them; "What did you do with that terrible child?"
"She is in her room, with my daughter," answered Anselme.
"I don't want them to be together. Take your daughter away, Mister Thoubi, you know what I have heard about them. We cannot leave them together."
"You are right. I swear that she will go to a reform school."
"Think about it before making a decision," advised the priest. "I believe it would be better for her to stay in the village. A good marriage and everything will straighten her up."
"Who will be willing to marry her? And isn't she too young?"
"Who will know about her fault? We are not even sure she is guilty?"
"Oh, you can be sure of it," Raymonde said. "But, I need some rest now, please, leave me alone. We will talk about that tomorrow. I still have a lot of things to tell you."
The two men left Mrs. de Sabythe alone, and both went home, Mr. Thoubi with his daughter and the priest by himself.
Chapter VII
A great melancholy was filling Henri's soul. Lewdness was spreading in his small parish, not only because of Marie but also because of Mr. de Sabythe. His Christian conscience was frightened. All the penitents had told him about Marie, but none of them had mentioned Monsieur de Sabythe's name. He was very upset about Annette because he had always thought she was a good girl. She never missed mass on Sunday. But, on the other hand, didn't he fornicate with a young and perverted fifteen-year-old girl? He no longer had his virginity to protect him. Didn't he commit sin with Marie Lhermier? The time had come for him to confess his crimes to his ecclesiastic superiors. Absolution should allow him to erase his faults and go on with his religious mission. He had to react. He would prostrate himself in front of the altar, and would go to a convent to escape from the temptations.
He was walking, mulling over his misfortunes, gathering his energy to make a definitive decision before it was too late. The path he was taking ran beside a brook. He could hear the delicate song of the water on the rocks. The air was pure and cool. Suddenly, raising his head, Henri saw between the trees a charming figure about a hundred yards away from him. He knew that dress, the dress of Marie Lhermier. But the worst thing was that she was not alone. A man was with her! Henri's blood rushed to his face. Was she making fun of him? Did she have other lovers? Oh! The bitch! He felt like killing her. He hid himself behind a bush. They were not paying too much attention to what was happening around them. It was easy for him to move from one bush to another as they were walking. He managed to get close enough to hear the conversation. The man was a dark-haired, young teacher at the public school named Desire Bellamout. He was obviously trying to seduce her. Henri skulked beside them, moving from bush to bush as if stalking his prey. He heard Desire say; "Ah! Why always talk? Why don't we get married? I am sure we would be one of the happiest couples in the country."
"I don't want to get married," Marie said. "I wanted to be a nun, once, but I can't anymore. I enjoy life by pleasing everybody and I don't want to lose my freedom."
"Marie. Listen to me. You are too beautiful a stay alone. Sooner or later you are going to do foolish things. A loving husband would protect you."
"A loving husband would be jealous and boring. I am not inclined at all to be ruled by a man. We talked about that already; you know my feeling. If I fall in love with someone, I will choose someone who can't marry me."
"I can see that you are interested in that hypocritical priest who should throw his soutane away and have a family rather than going on telling people lies in his church."
"You are not fair," Marie protested.
"I know only one thing: women's beauty. I can assure up with him pretty soon and he would become the most famous betrayed man in the country. Look at me. I love your pretty body."
"How can you know?"
"I did not forget when you almost fell into the stream, don't you remember? It was not far from here, actually. I grabbed your legs, and had ample opportunity to explore what your skirt usually hides. At the same time, the wind blew your skirt up and I could admire what my hand had just touched."
"I don't allow you to remember. Didn't you swear to forget?"
"I tried but I couldn't," Desire admitted. "I never saw beautiful thing in my entire life."
"Stop that!" fumed the young woman, blushing furiously.
"I can think of only one woman who could compete with the perfection of your forms: Madame de Sabythe."
"Emilienne's mother!"
"That's right. I saw her once at the beach. She had a very suggestive bathing suit on which didn't hide anything."
"Well why don't you court her and leave me alone?"
"Never!" declared Desire ardently.
The priest laughed to himself. He heard the sound of a kiss immediately followed by a slap in Bellamour's face.
"Are you crazy, Monsieur Beliamour? Kissing girls without their consent is not done."
"I am ready to accept the worst punishment if I can do it again."
"No ... No ... Leave me alone. I can protect myself. Don't take advantage of the situation. I am going to scratch you! I am going to pull your eyes out with my nails. Do you want me to regret coming with you?"
"I want to touch and see again what I have already seen and touched once, and I am going to do it." Desire seized Marie in a rough embrace.
"Stop that," sputtered Marie, struggling. "You are going to tear my dress apart, you are crazy!"
"Show me, just show me and I will be quiet."
"I am fed up with you, leave me alone."
Desire's hand slid beneath Marie's dress, traveling up her thighs.
"Ah, yes, I am touching, I am touching your beautiful ass," he crooned.
"Dirty man. I am going to call for help. Take your hand away."
The priest was quite shocked by what was going on. He coughed, rushed out from the bush, and walked toward them. As soon as Marie saw him, she ran to him for protection.
"Father! God help me, you were around."
"Yes, I am coming back from Monsieur de Sabythe's."
"Really! How long have you been following us?" asked Bellamour with a touch of irony.
"For a few seconds, Monsieur Bellamour. I heard Lhermier, so I rushed to see what was going on."
"Well, I am going to leave you two alone, you holy priest and you chaste nun. But, don't commit a sin on your way back!"
"Oh! Monsieur Bellamour!" Marie looked at him in shock.
"Good-bye, Father; good-bye, Fatherette!"
"You are stupid, Monsieur Bellamour," Marie shouted as he was going away.
"At your disposal, darling," he answered.
The priest and the teacher were suddenly alone. They were rather surprised to meet each other under this circumstance.
"Were you following us?" Marie asked, in a low voice.
"I heard everything."
"It's not my fault if men are after me, this one particularly. Why don't you want to take me?"
"I don't want to take you!"
Of course, he was lying. He could feel that his good will was slipping away. Good-bye chastity, good-bye, religious feelings. He felt irremediably lost. Why? Why was Satan, in the form of lewdness, assailing him from everywhere? He was not able to escape from her nets any longer. He was not a virgin any more. He had already entered the kingdom of vice. He had screwed a fifteen-year-old girl. After all, this was worse than fucking this twenty-three-year-old virgin who wanted his prick so much ... Maybe ... maybe it was not as bad as he thought. Anyway, all the cocks of the country were waiting in erection for her to surrender. Yes, yes, he would do it!
His eyes were suddenly bright with desire. His legs trembled, He took her hands and pressed them. He could not resist anymore.
"What? I don't want to take you? Yes, I want to. I desire you so much. I want you and the time has come for me to receive from you all the sensuous delights your eyes promise me. Will you give them to me?"
"This is not the right place for that."
"I am not crazy enough to risk my reputation. I don't want a public scandal."
"I thought you could not wait any longer. I am as eager as you to bring peace to our bodies by a sensuous communion. Comes come to the school. Nobody suspect us. You have a right to inspect the school and have lunch with me. And, before lunch, well go upstairs to my room, well lie down on the bed, you on me, and me under you, and well do it."
"Oh! Marie, life is too short to enjoy all the pleasure you can give me."
"Kiss me to sign our pact, to confirm our marriage. We were lucky Bellamour took me here."
"Where did he hide to watch us?"
"There, behind the bush. Look at him, there, he is walking toward the village now."
He took her in his arms and his tongue explored her mouth in a slow kiss. At the same time, his hands moved down along her back and he took her buttocks in his hands. He pressed her belly against his, his legs between her legs. She put her hand under his soutane and grabbed his cock in erection and murmured: "Come, come with me, my poor darling, you can't wait any longer now and neither can I."
They were blinded by their desire. They were not answerable to anyone anymore. They did not care about public opinion or their superiors. If their love were discovered, they would go away, they would immigrate, somewhere, anywhere. She was going to lose her dearest flower in the arms of the man she loved.
There is a god for lovers and drunkards. They walked quickly on their way to the school. There was nobody on the road. As if by a miracle, everybody had gone away from the world to let them accomplish their satanic goal. As soon as they were at her home, Marie ordered the maid to go out and buy a few groceries, explaining that the priest had accepted her invitation for lunch.
She went upstairs, beckoning him to follow. He put his hands on her ass and could feel the movement of her buttocks as she was going up the stairs. Once in the room, she locked the door and one by one, she dropped her clothes on the floor. He imitated her as he was watching, overwhelmed by the display of a beautiful woman undressing for him. It was a premiere, a gorgeous ceremony, as sacred a ceremony as the one he performed every day. He was more and more fascinated at each step. First, she opened her blouse, and he could see her two white big tits, still prisoners pressing against each other. When she opened her bra, they fell like two heavy and ripe fruits and her pink nipples stuck out straight and hard, surrounded by a large crown of brown skin. Then her dress fell with a soft whisper on the floor, and she slipped her pants down along her round and firm thighs. He saw her black pussy shaped like a triangle, pointing to the rosy slot between her legs. She bent to take her garters off, and he moved around to watch her ass. It was full and shaped like the rump of a mare. A few seconds later, she was entirely naked. For a moment he stood drinking in her beauty. Then he fell upon her and carried her to the bed. Immediately, she put her hand on his cock, and he introduced two fingers into the wetness of her cunt.
"This is the sceptre which is going to lead me to the end of the world," she said, holding his cock.
He answered, "I am entering the gate of the paradise for which I am ready to commit all crimes."
Their bellies were moving up and down, fighting, rubbing against each other. She murmured, "Take me, take me, deflower me, I am all yours."
She opened her thighs and he sank between them. His cock already knew the way for he had a rehearsal with Blanche. It found the right spot at once.
"It's here, it's here, my love, force the door, I am dying."
Henri was kneading her buttocks as his hard cock slid along her slot. "They have been whipped for all the filthy things you did with your students. I am going to whip them because you are leading me to sin."
"Yes, you'll whip them with your hands, with the whip, with your big cock if you wish. You'll whip them until they are bloody. I am all yours, all my body belongs to you."
He stopped stroking her because they were so hot that they could not wait to screw. Henri positioned the blunt head of his cock. At the first attack, the wall of the fortress was destroyed, and he shoved his cock along the full length of her channel. They were hugging each other tightly, their lips were soldered together. Her tits were swelling with excitement under the pressure of his hairy chest. Henri began pumping so much that his cock came out of her cunt. She growled and kicked his ass with her heels. He put it back in and it was even better. She was rubbing her pussy against his belly, faster and faster. Then, with a growl, he flooded her cunt with his hot sperm. She felt it pour into her like the flow of a swollen river. He could not stop coming. With a moan she followed him. Slowly, movement stopped and they lay still. Well, it was done. She was deflowered. And they were lying, in each other's arms, inseparable.
They heard a strange noise, coming from outside, like the noise of a raven.(1)
Crouahh, crouahh, crouahh.
They looked at each other, frightened for a second. She kissed him and murmured: "It's probably that crazy teacher."
"He is going to tell on us," Henri exclaimed.
"Don't worry. Take the whip and whip me. You will get hot again when you see how well I move my ass and then you will deflower my ass-hole, I am not afraid of this idiot who thinks he is a bird."
In spite of her encouragements, the priest's cock was shrinking.
The "crouahh" kept going on. They could hear two voices now. Henri stood up after having kissed his mistress' buttocks.
"Let's not go further for now. There is someone else with the teacher."
(1)Raven or Crow is a common nickname for priests in France.
She jumped out of the bed and dressed.
"Wait a minute, I am going to chase those birds."
She went down, rushed out by the school gate, and walking around her house, she came under her window. When she did not see anything, she shouted; "The ravens are not here anymore. Too bad, they won't have the food I brought for them."
"Crouahh, Crouahh."
"Why don't you show up, cowards? Ah! I was sure, Monsieur Bellamour and Monsieur Thoubi!"
The two men stepped out and continued brazenly.
"You are not very witty if you can't think of anything else to say. I know you are after me, both of you, but your 'crouahh' is not going to seduce me."
"Seduce you? Mademoiselle Marie, isn't it too late that?"
"Why don't you ask the priest who is coming from the church?"
"From the church? He comes from your place."
"So what? Don't I have the right to have him for You had better mind your own business."
The priest saluted the two men. He took Anselnie aside, and told him a few words. Anselme blushed. In the meantime, Marie was talking to Bellamour. "If the ravens were nightingales, they could see tonight, through my window. A full moon would reward them for their song."
"What? You would show it to me?"
"Shttt, shut up, and take Monsieur Thoubi away."
"Tonight ... I will be here."
"Watch it as much as you want."
The two men went away, satisfied. Marie took her priest back to the school. "Tonight, my love, we will go on and you will possess my body again. And we will have vengeance on the teacher," she promised.
"Deo gracias."
"Amen."
The first act of the play was over. They went back to the school.
Brossenet's inn was located at some 300 yards from the village on the opposite side from the school. It was opened generally until ten in the evening. Neighbors, peasants would come there to have a few glasses of wine or to play cards. But usually nobody was there much after nine. The same day as the priest lost his thirty-year-old flower in Blanche Thoubi's cunts and the same day he plucked Marie's flower, two men were sitting and playing cards at the inn, teasing the fifteen-year-old waitress and pinching her ass each time she would bring drinks.
The first man was the owner, Brossenet himself. He was built like an athlete with strong shoulders. He had a huge nose and his belly stuck out from his pants, in spite of the fact that he usually left two buttons open to be more at ease. The second man was the hardware store manager, Ange Minossou, a dark-haired, tall, thin, but strong man. His fly was slightly open, too, although not for the same reason as Brossenet's. Then there was Odile Madrette, Brossenet's niece, quite forward for her age. She could have given advice to many a woman. Her mother, Brossenet's sister, a peasant, worked at the inn all day long, from five in the morning, so she usually went to bed at about eight. The two men were playing, drinking, laughing, waiting impatiently for closing time.
"My God! You are winning again," shouted Odile, "you are a lucky man."
"Unlucky at games, lucky with women," approved Brossenet. "Do you think I don't see your hand under Odile's skirt? Your mouth is watering isn't it?"
"Sure, she's not an old-fashioned girl. She's pretty hot for a girl of her age. Eh, Odile! Bring us some wine, the best wine you have to warm us up."
Odile, a pretty blonde, was wearing a short skirt that left her well-shaped calves uncovered. She was smiling, as usual. She brought a bottle of wine and poured it into two glasses. Minossou opened his fly when she came close to him. When she saw the yawning fly, she put her hand in and grabbed his cock, which was asleep, but with a few caresses she soon woke it up.
"Show my cock to your uncle."
She opened his fly wide and took out Minossou's cock, which was hard. It was rather long and thin. She put it on the edge of the table and started stroking it, "Do you want me to get the juice out of the fruit?"
"No, that's enough, little flower. Otherwise you uncle is going to win again."
"Wait a minute, I am going to take care of him, so that your luck comes back."
She moved close to Brossenet. A large smile covered his face. He put his hand under her short skirt and grasped her ass. It was more than a handful.
"Ah! God, what a girl! Our priest would get damned for that piece of flesh, if he saw it."
"Show it to me, Brossenet, I want to have a look."
"Look at this full moon, my friend, it's worth it."
He pulled Odile's skirt up and uncovered the part of her body mentioned. Minossou had seen it before but he could not help admiring it again.
"Take your hand off, I can't see the slot!"
"Look at that cute little hole. Sure, if I didn't have some principles I would put my cock in it with pleasure!"
"Pig, you couldn't make it with such a big belly!"
"Sure he could, but I would rather have him deflower my cunt than my ass-hole," said Odile.
"Why don't you try with me?"
"You are married, Minossou, and anyway I don't want to do anything else with you beyond teasing, because my uncle likes it. Now, about real fucking, my uncle will be the first one, and nobody else."
"Poor fellow! How could he do it?"
"Oh! Shut up, you and your cock shaped like the neck of an ostrich!"
"Come here, and I'll put it in your mouth. We'll see if you can go on talking."
"In my mouth! You are crazy. Not here; I don't want to get in trouble with the cops."
"O.K. Minossou, let's play another game." Brossenet took his hand off Odile's ass and she sat by him to watch them play.
As soon as they started dealing the cards, a rather elegant man came in. His hat was covering his eyes and he did not seem to feel at ease. Brossenet recognized him right away.
"You are early, Monsieur de Sabythe, I cannot leave the inn before ten, in about twenty minutes."
"It doesn't matter, Brossenet, give me a light and I will go up to my room. Ill wait here for you to come back."
Raymonde's husband was an handsome man, cold looking, wearing a short beard. His eyes were bright blue and he was very pale. There was a scar on his forehead. His right arm was in a black scarf he was using as a sling and he walked up the staircase with great difficulty behind Odile.
Downstairs, Brossenet was making comments about Monsieur de Sabythe.
"Something went wrong between his wife and him, I don't know what it is, but it seems pretty serious."
Yes, it was pretty serious. The letter that Gregoire de Sabythe had written and which Brossenet was supposed to bring to Raymonde gave full details about the situation. Before asking Odile to bring it down to her uncle, he read the letter for the last time.
"Raymonde," he had written, "I ask you to take pity on me and I beg your pardon! Of course, I am guilty, but I am not the only one. Look back into your memory, explore your conscience, remember how cold you were, most of the time, when I came close to you at night, burning with passion, and you will understand the frame of mind I was in when I came in contact with your daughter. The flesh of your flesh. Believe it or not, she was even more inclined to sin than I was, and she encouraged me from the very beginning to fall in the trap of lecherousness. Yes, I confess it, I am lecherous, I am a sensuous man, an erotomaniac, and if you want to call me so, a satyr, even. But do you think I would have become all that if you had smiled at me, if you had been merciful and wanting to accept my fantasies; if you had accepted my fantasies and had ... shared them? Oh! How many times, as I was holding you in my arms, pressing my lips against yours, burning from desire to explore your entire body, was I rejected by you because you thought my natural desires were nothing but filthy obsessions! Filthy? I merely wanted to honor the woman I loved and pay respect to all sacred parts of her dear body. Those who declare those things to be dirty are inhuman. So she revealed herself, the young devil who wanted to know everything about the pleasures of the flesh, and she understood at once that I would be the perfect prey since the woman I loved refused to satisfy my sensual desires. No, I shall not accuse her in order to take the guilt away from me, all the more as she and I are one, now. She is in my skin; and I am extremely upset to know that, in your anger, you have unjustly beaten her. My memory is still full of the follies we enjoyed together. It started a long time ago; a few days after our marriage, actually. Since the beginning I have been moved by her tenderness, by the grace of her gestures. She was promising to be something you never were, goddess of sensuality. As soon as we met each other we realized that we would not be able to escape from a mutual sensual curiosity. I remember her looking at me with her special look, half innocent, half perverse. Her look used to disappoint me, sometimes. I was under her power; me, the strong man, under the power of a perverted child. I was trying to forget. I would take you with passion to free my mind from her appeal. But, you never responded to me; you were enduring our relations more than you were enjoying them. And she, little by little, as if she could understand what was happening would capture me in her net, by her looks, by the movements of her body. Finally, she destroyed my will completely and my heroic defense was ineffectual. Of course, you can say that I should not have been attracted by the body of a young girl who was not mature yet. What, to possess a woman as beautiful as you, as perfectly shaped as you and waste one's time with a little girl! Well, darling, I am sorry to tell you this but the unripened fruit was better than the ripe one. Furthermore, she had a special gift to satisfy my thrust for voluptuousness, a thing that you never wanted to understand. She knew perfectly how to move her skirt, or her legs which were already round and firm. The way she moved her head, her neck, the way she used to walk, the way she used to throw her arms around my neck, and sit on my lap: Oh! And you laughed at those games. If you could have been inside our minds, you would have understood they were not mere games. One day when you were not home, she jumped on my lap. I laid her on her back and slipped my hand in her panties, along her thighs. She did not move when I reached the most secret part of her body.
She let me stroke her fresh bud. She closed her eyes like a doll. I stroked her delicate lips, my hand looked for pussy's hair but it was not born yet. What a delicious feeling! Then, I moved my hand to touch her little buttocks. She raised her legs to make it easier. The sour fruit was making me drunk. I almost took my cock out to try to deflower her, but I stopped before. I put her back on her feet. I took her in my arms and kissed her on her cheeks. She was blushing. She put her head on my shoulder, I kissed her eyes and told her she should not mention what had happened to anyone. That same night, as soon as we were in our room, I grabbed you and tried to undress you entirely, for the first time. You slapped me and you said that you would never consent to do dirty things. How could I have forgotten her, then. An invisible force was driving us together. Furthermore, at that time, you were traveling very often and we had a lot of time to be together. The next day, as soon as you left, she sat on my lap again and started the same game. At first she was a little bit ashamed to show me that she was not wearing any underpants. She was willing to give herself to me. I could not help throwing her legs around my neck, forcing my head between her thighs, and licking her rosy, small cunt. Before I even realized it, I came in my pants, because as I was on her, my cock was right on her head and the movement of my body made me ejaculate. Oh! What an imaginative girl. She would know my desires in advance. She stood on her hands and knees and showed me her little ass. Right away, I put my tongue against her ass-hole and rubbed it against it. When I stopped we were in an indescribable state of excitation. I took her to my room; she could not stop looking at me. I suddenly realized that she wanted to see me. In fact, I was afraid of not being able to stop before a disaster. I fought a long time, yes I did, before satisfying her desire to see my sexual organs. She would put her hand on my fly, press it, pinch it, uncover her belly and make obscene gestures, but I did not surrender, for a while.
"One day, a girlfriend of hers came home to visit her. You were gone, as usual. They went to her room and locked the door. Suddenly, I understood what was going on and my blood started boiling in my veins. I knocked at the door and she let me in, with a smile. When I saw the two girls' pants on a chair I knew that I had guessed right. Emilienne's friend was about the same age as she, but thinner. I remember that she had rings under her eyes. No wonder why, Emilienne was fingering her at least two or three times a day at that time! Once I was in the room, they ignored me. Emilienne laid her on the bed, and raised her skirt. Her thighs were thinner than Emilienne's, but she had some down above her cunt. Oh! What a devil your daughter is! She put her head closer and I could see the movement of Emilienne's tongue. The girl seemed to be embarrassed at first, but she was under Emilienne's power. While she was sucking the girl's slot, Emilienne was moving her ass in an obvious manner, as if she wanted to invite me to participate in the game. And I did. I took off Emilienne's skirt. I knelt down on the floor, and threw my tongue between her buttocks. She jumped with excitement. As she was pushing my head down so that my nose would be in front of her ass-hole, I opened my fly and took my prick out to whip her with it. When she felt it against her ass, she yelled and grabbed it and rubbed it against her slot, until my sperm sprang on your daughter's ass. What a delight! But she did not come yet. Do you know what she did after I came? She pulled her friend by her legs, ordered her to kneel down and lick her ass, which was still covered with my sperm. Not only did her friend do it, but after that, she sucked my cock to prove to Emilienne that she was not afraid of men. Can you understand, can you understand why I was so much attracted to this child, born from your blood and your flesh? Why did you refuse to give me those pleasures that real lovers share? And I always hoped we would be real lovers. With you, intercourse was always cold, distant, in spite of my passion, in spite of my ardent love for you. Never, never did you want to play the part of a normal woman who is in love with her male. Physical love is the crown of love, and I would have given you this crown, my darling, if at least you had let me. Why do you think nature gives such a white and sweet skin to women, such attractive forms? I will never forget the moment when I was coming between Emilienne's buttocks and when I was stopped by your insults and your blows. You did not think of covering your marvelous body, for unconsciously, you wanted to use your beauty to take me from Emilienne. In that tragic instant, you really became a woman, but it was too late. You beat me; my nose, my cheeks, my ears were bleeding. Then, for the first time I could see your entire nudity, your white nudity, your tits swinging as you were striking me, your large hips, your black pussy. Then you started beating your daughter. She tried to strike you, but I prevented her from doing it. What a terrible scene! Then Emilienne found shelter in my arms. You took a whip and you almost knocked her down. Then you ran out. Emilienne hid under the bed, and I found you in the bathroom. I thought the whole thing was over, but you were holding my gun. You shot but missed. I fell down, pretending to be hurt. You fired a second time and missed again, then the maid came in. You ordered her to go with you to Emilienne's room. I dressed quickly, and left. I don't think I was a coward. I believed that it would not make any sense to go on with this scene with you and I hoped that your love for your daughter would have made you forgive her. But I was wrong.
"I am now at Brossenet's inn. After I have explained all that to you, I feel more at peace. Now it is your turn to think about the way you behaved, the way you felt toward me before this terrible incident happened. Think about my motivation. Understand that your beauty has been one of the reasons for everything. Forgive me for not having resisted the temptation. Forgive her, for you must not forget that each time Emilienne and I were together, you were with us. She is still a virgin, our dear Emilienne, and nothing is lost. You should be able to understand, too, that most people wish to do, in their minds, what I have done with Emilienne, and the only thing that makes them sad is that they don't have an opportunity to do it. One more time, I beg your pardon. Why should we make things worse than they are? I still love you as much as the first day. Whatever your intention is, at least, forgive Emilienne, please, or let her go with me so that we can go elsewhere, live a peaceful life. I trust you, Raymonde. I am sure you understood my feelings and that you are partly responsible for what happened, and that you will call me back."
Your husband, Gregoire."
Chapter II
Gregoire gave the letter to Brossenet, who stepped out into the night to bring it to Madame de Sabythe. Although it was late, he was sure she was still up.
Alone in his room, Gregoire was thinking about the answer, about the marvelous time he had with Emilienne, and was sorry to be away from her. Strange paradox in a human heart; he was still in love with his wife, he knew it because he was so afraid that she would want to divorce him. But, at the same time, he was thinking that he would never be able to do without Emilienne and her young friends. The anecdote he mentioned in his letter about Emilienne's friend was just one among others. He had had a few other experiences of this kind, the last one being his deflowering Blanche Thoubi.
Monsieur de Sabythe knew that sexuality was spreading its tentacles over the country and particularly among the young girls, either in the public school or in the private school. Some girls were satisfying their desires with each other. Others were interested in young boys or even dirty old men; Gregoire remembered when one day, he met Albine Barrancon, a thirteen-and-a-half-year-old girl who sucked him behind a bush.
The young girls would organize little gangs and any one wanting to get into a gang had to undergo the rites of initiation. They would elect a queen and maids of honor. Emilienne had been the queen of her gang six times. Her gang usually had its meetings in the park around Monsieur de Sabythe's house. He would hide in a little kiosque and watch them perform their obscenities. Sometimes they would invite the little boys to their meetings to play with them. He had watched one day when a young boy was running after Emilienne on the grass. She slid, and he fell on top of her. Without a hesitation he raised her dress up, pulled her pants down and slapped her on her ass. She seemed to like it because when she got up, she put her hand in his pants to see how big his cock was. Then she told him to come back to see her when his cock was like her father's. But, the thing that excited him most was to watch them when they were playing hide-and-seek. When he would see two kids going to the same hiding place he would follow them to watch and his patience was rewarded. Here, behind a bush, a nine-year-old girl was sucking a boy of the same age. There, a girl, legs spread, was opening her little cunt with her two hands so that the three boys sitting in front of her could see every detail of it. Somewhere else, two boys and two girls were masturbating, fingering one another. In another hiding place, an older couple-both about fifteen years old-were trying to do it for the first time, but they were so scared of being seen that he could hardly get hard. The shows became even more interesting when the boy or girl who was supposed to look for the others found one of those groups. He or she would enter their private games and forget about the others.
Of course, Blanche was always one of the most active members of the gang. One day as he was sitting by the window in his study room, he saw her walking in the park with a boy, Albert Durotin. As soon as they were away from the others, she took her skirt up. She was not wearing any underwear. She turned around in order to expose her buttocks. First, he started licking her buttocks, his hand, between her legs and reaching her clit. When they got hot, he tried to fuck, her in her ass. He did not have much experience, and he was afraid that somebody would come. So he had trouble getting in. He was pushing and she was pushing, but his cock kept supping against her ass. Blanche was getting impatient and would bang her ass against him, which made things even more difficult. Watching that, Gregoire got terribly excited. He stood up to watch more closely, and started rubbing his penis against the edge of the window.
Emilienne was supposed to look for the others that day. When she discovered them, she slapped Albert because he had not asked her permission to play with her little wife. The poor boy ran away, quite upset for having been stopped right in the middle of his new experiment. Then, Emilienne, seeing the movement of the curtain in Gregoire's study, showed the window to Blanche. Gregoire took his cock out and showed it to them. Emilienne turned around and showed him her ass. Gregoire gestured to them, and they ran upstairs. As soon as the two girls were in the room, Blanche offered her body to Gregoire, and he fucked her. Emilienne was watching them.
Yes, he was remembering, in his solitude, all those beautiful moments he spent with the girls. What a girl, that Blanche; she was not afraid of anything. She gave herself entirely to him, without fear, without reluctance. She did her best to satisfy him, opening her legs as much as she could, in spite of the pain, so that he could plunge his huge prick in her little rosebud. They came at the same time and his abundant sperm mixed with her come and her blood.
Blanche was proud to be a real woman. Sex seemed to her the only thing worthwhile in this world and everyday her belief would be confirmed in new experiments with him and Emilienne.
Then he thought of Emilienne again. He remembered that she had promised him her flower, too, and his fresh cherries In the world. What if she did not want to do it anymore after that terrible incident? No, she would never betray him. Ah! Taking a little brand new cunt, the thought of it excited him more than fucking the most beautiful woman. Raymonde, who had such a perfect body, could never excite him that much.
The time was passing and Brossenet had not come back. He could not stand waiting alone any longer. Downstairs he found Odile was sitting on a chair. She was asleep, waiting for her uncle to come back. He looked at her for a while and was struck by the grace of her features. Then he started observing her in detail. Her curled hair falling in disorder on her cheeks, her tight pullover stressing the nice curves of her small breasts, her black stockings. She had a warm and lustful quality. She was a new fruit to him. She never came to the park because she did not go out with Emilienne or Blanche. She belonged to another social class. He coughed loudly and Odile opened her eyes. She saw him standing in front of her, staring at her with obvious desire. She smiled and instinctively moved her skirt to cover her knees.
"Do you need anything, Monsieur de Sabythe?"
"I just wanted to know if your uncle was back."
"What time is it? Not eleven yet. He can't be back."
"Were you sleeping?"
"Yes, I was so tired."
"You work a lot, don't you?"
"I help them to wait on customers. We are not rich."
"You are a real little woman. Come closer so that I can see you,"
He sat on a bench, by the table, and Odile moved closer to him. He took her hands, looked at her in her eyes.
"I am sure that you are like your Mends, a really hot girl."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh! You understand what I mean."
"Sure, I understand, now that I feel your hand under my dress. You are not allowed to do that, you know."
"Show me your little treasures."
"Why don't you see for yourself?"
Odile was a sweet girl, she did not mind his hands on her buttocks, Gregoire seemed particularly excited. He sat down on the floor, raised her dress and her slip, pulled her pants down and uncovered a charming ass, round and white.
"God, you are even more forward than I thought!"
"I am a big girl. Look how my pussy is big and red." Odile said.
"You girls all have red pussies around here."
"Mine is different. Look how much hair I have, it's not only down. I can see that you like it because I feel your nose rubbing on it. You are a dirty man, too, aren't you?"
"You know some other ones?"
"That's my business. Ah! Please stop licking it or I am going to come."
Gregoire fumbled with his fly. "Look! Look! How much I am excited. Have you already seen a cock?"
"Many. Yours is nice."
"What about putting it between your thighs?"
"Never. I don't want to get pregnant. We would get in If you want me to do it, I can suck it for a while."
"You know how to suck?" Gregoire was incredulous.
"As much as you know how to lick a cunt or an ass-hole.
"Oh! The dirty girl. Yes, yes, suck it, but not here, I don't want to take a chance. Your uncle might come back any minute now. Come to my room."
"Don't be afraid, the door is locked. He will have to knock to get in." We will hear him, don't worry."
Gregoire was standing, his fly open, his prick in throbbing erection, and Odile was holding it with an evident pleasure. She was rubbing it gently, with a certain dexterity. Under her hand, his instrument was getting harder and harder.
Odile could not wait any longer. She knelt down, opened her mouth as wide as she could and put his red cock inside. She moved her head back and forth and at the same time, tickled his balls with her hand. Pretty soon, she felt a few drops springing out from his cock.
"Let's stop now, it would be too dangerous."
"You are not going to stop when it is just beginning to be good. Come on, open your mouth again and put it in your throat."
"No, no, it's not that I don't want to do it, know. It's really a beautiful prick. I just want to lick it where it's wet, that's all. Don't be so excited."
"Oh! Suck it, suck it and swallow, swallow everything."
"Now, if you come, you are coming to splash my blouse and they are going to hit me."
"Come on, take it off."
What about if my uncle comes back and sees me without my blouse? Please be reasonable. Let's stop, Monsieur de Sabythe."
"I am going to put it in your ass-hole."
Before she could answer anything, he turned her around, raised her skirt and laid her on the table. First he whipped her ass with his prick. He could see by the movements of her ass that she liked it. Then, she put her legs around his and pulled him against her.
"Hit me, hit me harder, and spread your juice on my ass. I want to feel it."
But instead of following her advice, he opened her buttocks with his two hands and plunged his prick in her ass-hole right away. She was surprised but she did not push him out. On the contrary, she became wild.
"Oh! Yes, fuck my ass, fuck my ass. I want you to fill me up with your warm come. Fuck me."
Such hospitality was actually more than Gregoire had expected. And its effects were immediate. The girl felt suddenly a hot stream of sperm in her belly and shouted with pleasure.
She knew already a lot about life. As soon as he took his penis out of her hole, she grabbed it and started shaking it again. Suddenly, she turned around, raised her legs, and showed him she wanted to be screwed in her cunt. Gregoire tried to put his cock between her thighs but he felt a resistance. Unfortunately, as he was going to try again to force the sour fruit, they heard someone knocking at the door. He rushed upstairs while she put back her clothes in order as rapidly as she could.
Odile went to the door, rubbing her eyes as if she had been sleeping. Brossenet came in and immediately he had a vague feeling something had been going on.
"God. Were you asleep or were you playing with some dirty old man?"
"I was sound asleep. I worked so hard today."
"That's true. Nobody came?"
"So what if somebody came to see me? Aren't you happy when men touch my ass or when I play with their things?"
"I don't mind if you do it in front of me, but I don't want that if I am not here. Remember that they could take your flower. It's a very precious thing nowadays. It's worth money."
"You think so?"
He was suspicious. He looked around but could find no evidence.
"I have something else to do than to chat with you. I have to give the answer to Monsieur de Sabythe ... Wait for me, I'll be right back."
"I am too sleepy tonight, let me go to bed." Odile begged.
"All right but I'll join you later in your room."
"Why?"
"You'll see why."
There was no room for discussion. She knew that she could get whatever she wanted from him, but she also knew that he did not like objections. She had learned that from experience. She went to her room, undressed and waited for her uncle to come.
Brossenet went up to Monsieur de Sabytrie's room and gave him the letter. Gregoire opened it rapidly and read. His face turned pale. There were only three words on the paper; "Go away, disappear!" He slowly sank to the bed and started asking questions of Brossenet without even looking at him. Brossenet told him that as soon as she had read his letter she threw it in the garbage can, went to her desk and wrote the few words Gregoire had just read. That was all he had to say. Monsieur de Sabythe felt hopeless.
"Thank you very much, Brossenet," he sighed. "There is not much to say tonight. We will talk tomorrow."
Brossenet, anxious to join Odile, left him alone. He found her half asleep.
"You are sleepy, little girl. Too bad, I have ideas in mind, and it is your duty to satisfy my fantasies."
"I never refused you, but you never asked me in such a nasty way."
"Because something tells me you are betraying me."
"No. I am too young to do that to you. Your pleasure is the only thing I think about, you can believe me."
She was sitting in her bed, looking at him in his eyes, ready for him. He raised her nightgown and bent over her to smell her cunt.
"Dirty whore, you smell of the man. If he deflowered you, I am going to give you a bad time, both of you."
"No, you wouldn't. You would be too afraid I would tell people what you ask me to do with you at night! You want to have a good time, O.K., but don't go too far. For the rest, it's none of your damn business."
"Yes, I want to have a good time with you, smelling your flower. I am in love with your little cunt and your little ass. But it makes me sick to think that other cocks than mine could spit their dirty juice in you. It's because I love you too much."
"What the hell, spit your juice and be quiet. Bust my cherry if you feel like it, and we will come together."
"No, not yet. Shit, where does that sperm come from? Here, around your ass-hole. Ah! Bitch, slut, cock-sucker. I am going to give you a lesson you will remember for a while."
"No, please don't beat me. I will be sweet, or dirty, whatever you want but don't beat me."
Brossenet was really angry, in spite of her obscene promises and gestures. Roughly, he grabbed her off the bed, tore off her nightgown and made her stand naked in the middle of the bedroom. Then, he took off his belt and started whipping her on her shoulders, her back, and buttocks.
She tried to escape but he gave her a kick with his boot and she fell on the floor. Then he threw her on the bed. She made herself as little as possible on the bed, offering him her ass which was already reddened by his blows. Brossenet was hitting her without thinking about what he was doing.
He whipped her for a long time until her young and tender flesh was bleeding slightly in different spots. From time to time, she would stop moving and he would kick her ass with his boot to make her move.
When he finally stopped she did not move at all. He wondered for a second if she had not fainted. He used his sleeve to dry his face which was covered with sweat and looked at her body again. He was not quite at ease, seeing what he had done.
Fumbling, he took out his cock, in a beautiful erection and put it under her nose.
"All right Odile, I hope you'll remember that lesson. Now show me what you can do."
She stood up without any sign of pain or fatigue, and took gently his prick in her hand.
"We had better begin this way. I don't want to do anything else than come and make you come." And she started sucking him, forgetting that he had disciplined her. Feeling his cock in her mouth, she was enjoying the pleasure of the flesh.
Chapter III
"Go away, disappear," Raymonde de Sabythe had written her husband. Her anger would not allow her to write anything else. She wanted to erase the terrible incident from her life. Before she discovered what was happening between Gregoire and her daughter, she had been proud of her husband.
Like any married woman, she appreciated the advantages of marriage, and she had always thought of the future with confidence. Of course, she made a mistake when she refused to satisfy his voluptuous desires. She had always been chaste and virtuous, and her morals forbade her to accept to do what he wanted from her. In fact, she could not really understand why he found so much pleasure in her body. She was trying hard, though, to find out if her personal fear of the flesh was legitimate. She vaguely felt that she could be partly responsible for what had happened. The sight of her daughter in bed with her husband had been a terrible shock. Something fundamental had been upset in her scale of values. A doubt was entering her mind.
She had written "Go away s disappear." She could not think of him any longer. She did not want to see her daughter again either. She intended to send her to a boarding school far from home until she became twenty-one.
Raymonde wanted to lead a quiet life, far from everybody. That was her first reaction. Nevertheless, after a few days, she began to vacillate. Her mind was always returning to the mystery of physical love, and then her guilt feeling increased. It became obvious to her that if she had satisfied her husband he would not have had to run after her daughter to get what, maybe, after all, she was supposed to give him.
But, what proof had she that even if she had given him what he wanted, the same tragedy would not have happened? Maybe he was right in his letter when he said that Emilienne seduced him. Emilienne's version and his were different anyway, but she did not have the strength to confront them again.
Another change occurred within her. Thinking over and over about Emilienne's confession, and reading for the twentieth time Gregoire's letter-she took it out of the garbage can after Brossenet left-sexual images started to obsess her. She could not help evoking the moments of lust they had described. These images became more and more precise. She would imagine in full detail some of the positions Emilienne and Gregoire had described, not only between themselves, but also between her husband and her former maid, or between Emilienne and other young girls. She had been so remote from this kind of experience all of her life that she did not think that it could exist. Now, she thought that if it existed, there must be a reason. Then she tried to figure out if she remembered suspecting strange things in other people's lives; Mends, relatives. An incident that the priest mentioned when Emilienne confessed in front of her mother and Anselme Thoubi came back to her mind. It involved Anselme Thoubi, Blanche's father.
One night, she was walking through the woods on her way home, after visiting an old friend of hers who lived at the opposite end of the village. Suddenly, she saw Anselme in front of her, a few yards away. His fly was wide open and he was holding his prick in his hand. She could see him clearly, for the moon was full that night. At this sight she remained absolutely still, daring neither to go forward, nor backward. The man came to her, took her hand and put it on his big cock while he was muttering to her filthy things she could not understand. Even if she could not understand the words, at least she understood clearly his intention because she begged him to let her go, not to rape her. She wanted to shout but her hand would not move away from his cock. She begged him to go away, but he ignored her; instead he put his hand on her blouse to evaluate the size of her tits. She could not move, she was stuck fast to the ground, and her legs were trembling. Then he opened her blouse and put his hand inside, on her skin. She felt ridiculous and excited all at once, holding his cock, repeating over and over, "Please, let me go." Then she felt that he was taking his hand out of her blouse and trying to raise her skirt. She resisted vaguely, pressing his cock harder. He put one knee between her thighs. They were fighting in slow motion, but obviously she was not winning because his next move was to grasp her ass in his two hands. Then suddenly the priest was there. Suddenly, she realized what an awkward position she was in and she yelled at Thoubi that she was going to lodge a complaint for rape. Thoubi, all the more terrified as there was a witness, fell on his knees and implored her to forgive him, for he had lost control of himself for a few minutes.
Poor Thoubi! He did not see that she had told him that to save face! Thinking about that night, she realized that something terrible would certainly have happened if the priest had not appeared. It became obvious to her that she was not in fact as strong as she thought she was. The feel of his cock in her hand had been enough to excite her.
She also thought about things she heard. They said that maybe the priest was not that much of a prude, weird. They said that strange things were happening at Brossenet's inn and in a few other places around the village. Where was the truth? Eaymonde decided she was going to find out and soon.
One day she sent her maid to the presbytery for the priest. She wanted to ask him what he thought about her decision to forgive Gregoire. Henri listened to her and said, "My dear child. Today, a beautiful and intelligent woman as you must be able to accept a lot of things from a strong and imaginative husband. The sin is not the act itself, but the unpleasant thoughts that it can engender in weak minds. Ah! I must confess that if my sacred mission did not dictate me to stay chaste I believe that your beauty could fill my soul with passionate feelings. Who knows? If I would not face eternal damnation, even, for ... Well, let us talk about your husband."
"You are a priest, a sacred priest, Father, and the mysteries of physical love are unknown to you. You cannot guess how ugly is the sin."
If the priest was not supposed to know too much about sin, at least he was able to describe fairly eloquently to Madame de Sabythe the frustrations of a healthy husband in front of such a beautiful wife. She was moved. She was lying down on the couch, listening to his suave voice. His voice was talking to her heart and her senses.
"Is there anything more divine than to feel that you are an infinite source of pleasures to the man you love?"
"Nothing!"
Slowly conversation faltered. They were not looking at each other, but there was a tense atmosphere in the room. Something was going to happen. By mistake, she let her hand fall on his lap. He took it and gave it a long kiss on each finger. She quivered and sighed. He put her hand on his shoulder and moved the arm-chair he was sitting on closer to her. He bent over her and her hand came around his neck. Their lips met in a long kiss. She did not try to get away. It seemed as if she was not noticing what was happening. The priest's hand moved around her waist, and then down, along her hips and buttocks. In a slow movement she opened her dress all the way down. She took his hand in hers and put it on her breasts. Then she opened her legs and he could see her black pussy through her underwear. He knelt down and soon she felt his tongue on the underwear rubbing against her cunt and her clit. It was the first time in her life that she had accepted such caresses. She was thirty-three and she was discovering the joys of being sucked for the first time. The warm male breath on her cunt was driving her crazy.
Ah! The good priest was promising to go a long way. He was not afraid to sin anymore. "Gloria Dei, Gloria Domini." Glory of God, the woman possesses within her all the fruits and flowers of paradise. Hosannah! Hosannah! Desire Bellamour had not been lying when he talked about the splendor of Madame de Sabythe's body which he saw once in her bathing suit. She was a real woman, the real Eve who could have had all the Adams of the earth thrown out of paradise. As these quick thoughts were going through his mind, Henri was licking her passionately. He was practicing what he had learned a few days ago with Marie Lhermier. He could not stop drinking from her enchanted cup.
Happy man. Within a month he had seduced three different women. All three had a particular charm. First, young Blanche Thoubi whom he deflowered, then, Marie Lhermier whom he also deflowered, who was his initiator to true voluptuousness and now finally, Raymonde de Sabythe., a mature woman, who was suddenly discovering her own passion. He realized that she was experimenting on him for she wanted to satisfy the desires of her husband when he came back.
He was hotly erect under his soutane. He moved up to her tits to suck them. They were big and firm and her nipples were hard. His hands were moving on her belly, feeling the heat which was increasing as she became more and more excited. Her hands were doing sweet things to the nape of his neck.
She murmured, "Show me your cock, I want to suck it."
She sat up on her elbows, looking dreamingly in his eyes. Her look was foggy. She had become another woman. She smiled and whispered again, "Henri, you want me as much as I want you. Come, show me your prick, put it in my mouth. Ah! I get excited now when I think of my husband and my daughter together."
The priest did not move. He kept his head between her legs. She had a long look at his long black soutane and she suddenly understood that she wanted him, she wanted him to fuck her as a whore. She wanted to give him her body. She felt that she was free. For the first time in her life, she understood that everything was possible between two lovers, that there were no limits. She threw her legs around him, opening her cunt, brought his head close to hers and said, "I can see that you cannot wait anymore, my darling. Come on me, screw me, rub your body against mine, show me the stars, put your holy prick in my profane cunt. I want to betray my husband. I want to take revenge, and I also want to get ready for him when he comes back and asks me to do dirty things. Yes, yes, I am going to lock the door, take your clothes off. You are going to be my lover, you are going to be my darling lover. I have confidence in you. I know that you will never betray me because you are a holy man."
The priest hurriedly took all his clothes off except his shirt. They clutched each other and fell on the couch. She slid under him in the right position. The holy cock ran between her thighs and entered her cunt, He put his lips on hers and his tongue deep in her mouth, and she murmured, "Fuck me, fuck me, stuff my cunt with your cock. I want to be dirty. I want to become the dirtiest woman in the world. My daughter sucked his prick and he sucked her cunt! I will suck your prick and you will lick my ass, I will do whatever you want, everything! I am yours! Ahhhhh! I am coming, Oh, God! I never came like that before ... never ... you deflower me ... Ahhh! You are the best ... you are going to fill up my belly with your sperm ... give me a child, give me a child to replace my terrible daughter. That dirty girl. Oh! I would like to watch you fuck her to make my husband mad ... Oh! I am coming, I am coming ... I love you, I love you ... "
They both fell off the couch, still in each other's arms. Ah! This priest was really an expert; he really knew how to use her cunt. He was really dirty, and she liked it. She just had the most important revelation in her life. No more decency! No more lies! She was giving herself and she was thinking that she would like to give herself to other men, hundreds of men, to compensate for the precious time she had wasted .until then.
Chapter IV
When it comes to sin, the first step is the hardest. Since he had fucked Blanche Thoubi, the priest's cock was becoming more and more hungry for new cunts. He had probably stored too much sperm during his long period of chastity. The more he fucked, the more he wanted to fuck. Of course that did not go without compunction. Each time he had committed a sin, he would run to the church and fall on his knees in front of the altar to implore God to have mercy. "Domme, ne in furo tuo arguas me, neque in tua ira cotripias me" he would cry: Lord, don't be angry at me and do not chastize me. Unfortunately, as soon as he would leave the church, there was always a skirt around to attract him. Did people know about his metamorphosis? They were observing him, they were talking about him. Yet his appearance was still severe and strict, particularly toward Marie Lhermier, so nobody was really sure.
However, one could notice that his behavior toward women and young girls had changed. He became bold and would often make daring jokes. The men, particularly, suspected him. They were jealous, and they accused him of taking advantage of his situation to screw around. He was a potential danger to their wives.
Of course nobody dared attack him directly, because he knew too many things about everyone, things that they were not always proud of. Besides, he seemed particularly clever at manipulating people. For instance, strangely enough, Desire Bellamour, his competitor, began acting very friendly towards him.
Everybody in the village knew that Desire never missed an opportunity to criticize the priest, whom he used to call "coal sacks." But suddenly, he became very friendly to Henri Megin. The reason was that they had a secret and the only thing the priest had to do to keep Desire under his subjugation was to remind him of that secret.
It concerned the ridiculous misfortune that happened to Desire the night Marie Lhermier had promised him to show him her ass. That same night, he had climbed up the ladder which was standing under the window of Marie's room to kiss the marvelous ass which was waiting for him. He still could not figure out how the priest knew what happened.
He had gone to the school that night at around eleven. Nobody was around. As soon as he made the signal, the noise of a nightingale, he could see a beautiful white ass showing at her window. His heart was beating. He had never climbed a ladder so fast in his whole life. When he was at the top, he kissed passionately the window pane which was preventing closer contact with the object of his desire. The only thing he could see was the white flesh, for the thighs and the upper part of the body were covered with a black cloth. His pleasure lasted only a few seconds for soon the window curtain fell down. He descended, happy that she had kept her word. Little did Desire know that the ass he had kissed through the window was the priest's own ass since Henri was spending the night with Marie. Desire had been so excited that he could not tell the difference! A few days later, as he was making some nasty remark to the priest, he was told that the next time he imitates the nightingale to adore the moon, he should make sure that nobody is around to make fun of him.
Ashamed and confused, he shook the priest's hand and assured him that he had always been his friend and wanted to keep being his friend.
Since she had become a woman, Marie Lhermier had changed. She was much more discrete. She did not try to seduce men anymore, and even with her students she had instituted a radical change. Her classes became serious. No more dirty things, no more licking, no more fingering, no more whipping.
Some of the girls were extremely disappointed and angry at her. They wondered what was happening to her and they started looking for a good way of punishing Of course, Marie could not control everything in the classroom. A lot of things were still happening and hands were moving under the skirts. Each time Marie would discover some game between two girls, she interrupted diminishing among her disciples.
One afternoon, she saw Blanche raise her skirt to show a friend how hairy her pussy was. Marie reprimanded her severely. Before she could understand what was happening, four of the older girls jumped on her, tied a handkerchief on her mouth, threw her on the floor and tied up her legs and arms. Then they forced her to stay on her knees, raised her dress, took off her pants and kicked her ass. Books were flying in the classroom and two of the girls went outside to check if anybody was around.
They carried Marie up to her room. She tried to escape, but the girls were so powerful that she could not do anything; besides, she was really scared. They were hitting her all over her body, including her face. Nobody was there to help her. Even the priest was busy organizing some religious celebration. Once they were in the room, the girls discussed the torture they were going to administer to her. One girl proposed taking Marie's clothes off and painting obscenities on her body and then sending her outside. They all agreed.
Blanche had found the whip and she whipped her as the other girls were undressing her.
"Who's going to draw obscenities?" asked Denise Charpin.
"Not obscenities," replied Blanche Thoubi. "Big numbers like they write on animals."
"O.K. Well put a 69 on her belly and a 100 on her ass.
The handkerchief fell down and Marie shouted, "Are you out of your minds, Mesdemoiselles? Is this the way you thank me after all I have done for you?"
"All you've done! Why did you stop? Because you want to play the whore with men! I don't give a damn about what you've done! Look at my cunt! It is open! I am a woman like you now, and I'll do what I want with you."
Blanche took her skirt up, pushed her pants down and showed Marie her cunt and her little pussy cat.
"Blanche, stop that," ordered Marie. "It's very evil to say what you are saying and you should be ashamed to show me your private parts. Besides, if you are not a virgin anymore, I am one!"
"A virgin! Do you hear that! O.K., let's check that. Adele, go to the, kitchen and bring back a big sausage. Well put it in her cunt and you will see that it will get in with no difficulty."
"You dirty girls, you are going to pay for that!"
"Shut up or well put the handkerchief back on your mouth."
"How can you talk like that to me? I teach you politeness."
"You taught us how to lick a cunt, that's what you taught us! But don't believe you can change your mind just like that! If you don't want to play our games any longer, we are going to force you to."
"Here Blanche, I found the paint and a brush," said a beautiful thirteen-year-old girl.
"Hold her, we are going to number her, like a cow."
"Oh! Nasty and ungrateful girls, you are going to pay for what you are doing."
"Shut up," said Blanche "or well put a number on your face, too."
Ten hands were holding Marie. Blanche Thoubi knelt down, and painted "69" with red paint on her belly. Then they forced her to kneel down and bend over and Blanche painted on her ass, like on a target, "100." The 1 on the left buttock, the first 0 around her ass-hole and the other 0 on her right buttock.
"It's not enough," said Blanche when she was through admiring her masterpiece. "Get some more paint. I want to write "For Sale" on her big tits."
"That's a great idea," replied Denise Charpin. "You are such a smart girl. Oh! I'd like to suck you."
"Go ahead," approved Blanche, raising her dress and taking her pants down. Denise knelt down and her tongue went into action right away. Blanche was excited from seeing Marie naked and she appreciated what Denise was doing to her. "Ah. You really know how to suck a cunt! Put your tongue deep inside. You are a darling. I want you for my wife, to replace Emilienne. We'll have nice times together. We'll screw and come all day long. Suck my ass-hole now. Yes! Like that!"
In the meantime, Adele came back from the kitchen bringing a big white sausage. It was curved and not very hard but it would do.
"Ah!" said Blanche. "Denise's tongue is too good, I don't want to stop. Adele, why don't you put it in her cunt. You know how to do it, I'm sure."
"Don't worry. I am going to put it right in her hole, but you girls hold her."
Four girls took Marie to her bed and laid her on her back. Two of them untied her legs and held them apart. Adele opened the lips of her cunt and pushed the sausage against it. But Marie was not wet and the sausage was not hard enough. Adele spit on the sausage to get it wet and tried again. This time the sausage got about half way in. Make closed her eyes when she felt the false cock in her belly. She liked it but she did not want to show it.
"My dear girls, I am going to forgive you if you stop this game now, because it is getting dangerous. Take this sausage out, it could break and stay inside. Think about what you are doing. This is a serious matter."
Adele was convinced. Without asking her friends, she took the sausage out of Marie's cunt very carefully; then she asked around, "Who wants it?"
"Throw it out through the window. If a dog smells that bitch's cunt it will probably eat it and come at the same time!"
Adele was reluctant. Blanche, who was through with Denise, took it from her hands, opened the window and threw it outside.
Somebody shouted downstairs, "What the hell is happening up there? It's not nice to throw sausages at the passers-by." Surprised, Blanche moved back without closing the window.
"Eh! Are you home, Miss Lhermier? Your sausage has a good smell. Can I eat it?"
Both Marie and her students were afraid that, suspecting something strange, the man would come in. And their worst fears were soon realized. The man had guessed that something was wrong. He saw the ladder against the wall, the same ladder that Desire Bellamour used to kiss the priest's ass, moved it under Marie's window and climbed up. The girls were quite surprised to see him appear at the window.
"Brossenet," shouted Marie when she recognized him, "my students are rebelling, come help me."
The innkeeper jumped into the room. In seconds he had released Marie and grabbed Blanche and Denise, the leaders. He threw them down on the floor.
"Pig," yelled Blanche. "Who allowed you to touch me?"
"Bad girl," answered Brossenet. "Do you want me to call the police?"
At the window, yet another head appeared. It was the teacher's, Desire Bellamour. The girls tried to escape by the door, but it was locked and Marie had the key. They were prisoners. Desire stepped into the room and asked Brossenet what was happening.
"Those girls were trying to murder their teacher when I came in."
"To murder? That's really bad for girls who are raised with religious principles: I am sure that our priest will not be proud of them?"
"He is lying," interrupted Denise, "we were not trying to murder her. Let's tell the truth. She took us up here to do dirty things with her. We refused so she beat us and we were just trying to protect ourselves."
"Well, well, the situation is getting critical," the teacher commented. "These girls have organized their operation pretty well, I can see. They are dangerous. I suggest that we tie them by couples and take them to the sheriff. He will put them in jail and then we will call their parents."
"I will give you proof that we are not lying," said Blanche. "She is naked under her nightgown. If you want to have a closer look you will see that we painted her ass to take revenge."
Brossenet seemed excited by this idea. Marie was blushing with anger.
"She is lying, they took my clothes off. They tied me with these ropes. They tied me up as a burglar would. They hit me, and then they painted numbers on my skin, that's true. You can see the paint and the brush on the floor, I don't have to even say I would never have accepted that if they had not forced me."
"I agree with you," said the teacher. "Let's not waste our time listening to them. We have to take them to the sheriff or to the priest. However, I think that they must be chastised right now. If Brossenet wants to help me, we are going to whip their asses."
The girls started shouting their protest. One of them even tried to escape by the window. Marie stopped her and closed the window. "There are different degrees of guilt. I am ready to forgive them all except for Blanche and Denise. Kneel down, all of you. I am going to judge you." Freightened the girls obeyed her.
"Each time I call a name, kneel at my feet to beg me to forgive her." She called Adele.
Adele came quivering. She knelt in front of Marie and begged her to be merciful. "She is one of the most guilty. She got the sausage you are holding, Brossenet."
For a minute, Marie considered telling them why she got the sausage. All the girls were waiting for her to tell, but she went on, "She deserves six lashes on her ass. Hit hard, Brossenet."
"I beg your pardon, Miss, I won't do it again, ever. Marie grabbed her and had her stand up. She turned her around, raised her dress, took her pants down and uncovered her buttocks in front of Brossenet.
"Go ahead."
The first lash left a red trace on the white skin. The girl wanted to shout but Marie put her hand on her mouth. Adele bit her. The whip was still striking her. When she fell down after the sixth lash, her ass was red and bloody. Marie made fun of her.
"Very well, Miss Sausage, you may go sit down, now, if you can. The next one will be Jeanne Cornu.
Jeanne Cornu was a dark-haired girl with bright eyes. She was pretty and already elegant for her age. She was fourteen years old. Marie looked at her for a few seconds. She remembered nostalgically that Jeanne was the first one she slept with.
"Kneel down and beg my pardon."
Jean obeyed, and then said in a very sweet voice, "I implore your pardon, Miss. I know that we went too far. I deserve to be punished."
"She did not do much," said Marie, "I am going to whip her myself with my hand."
She sat on. a chair and ordered the girl to stand up and to turn around. As with Adele, she uncovered her ass, which was round and promising. The two men were extremely interested in the show and it was difficult to hide it. One could see huge bumps sticking out of their pants. But there was not much they could do except watch. When Jeanne's ass was red enough, Marie stopped.
They whipped the others, some more, some less, according to Marie's judgment. Finally, there were only Blanche and Denise left. Marie looked at the men and told them, "I leave these two girls to you. Punish them the way you like. Blanche Thoubi has been deflowered already and this other girl is a whore. She goes with all the boys she can find, and I am sure she likes the older ones too. Do whatever you want with them and don't worry, they will be discreet. It is in their own interest to be so."
"The bitch. She is betraying us," shouted Blanche. "Too bad, I am going to show them your ass and your belly."
Blanche leaped upon Marie and promptly ripped open her nightgown so that Brossenet and the teacher could see the numbers 69 and 100 on her body. Marie slapped her and started beating her. The two men had to separate them.
"All right, I leave them in your hands. Do whatever you feel like doing to them."
Marie locked the door, donned a dress from the hall cupboard and went down to the classroom.
The two couples looked at each other for a while. They did not know how to start. Brossenet, who was more gifted than Desire Bellamour and who knew Denise Charpin pretty well, grabbed her, sat her down on his lap and showed her the whip.
"You have a choice, either the whip or my cock in your mouth."
"You're kidding. Give me your cock. I know it is clean because your niece cleans it at least once a day, right? Take it out, I see that you can't wait. We are going to play together."
Blanche was standing against the window. She tried to open it and escape. Obviously, she was not attracted by Bellamour. He grabbed her arm.
"Miss Blanche. I am glad to have this opportunity to meet you. And I am not going to let you go."
"Mister Bellamour. Don't ask me for anything. I don't want you to touch me. If you do, I will tell everybody."
"I am sure you would not, because there are a few things I could tell about you that your parents would not appreciate. Didn't I see you, a few days ago, at the church, with your hand under the soutane of our dear priest?"
"Either you dreamed or you lie."
"Come on, let's stop talking. I am going to whip you."
"If you touch me, I'll yell."
"Good idea; then you'll be able to show your nice ass to a whole bunch of people."
"My nice ass? It's not nice. You have never seen it."
"It's not too late. If you are so virtuous, what were you doing, then, when I saw you going out of Monsieur de Sabythe's house, with a wrinkled skirt and messy hair?"
"You were there?"
"Look at Denise, how well she sucks Brossenet. Come on, let's not waste our precious time. Don't play the fool, come sit on my lap. I know that you're not a virgin. A cock is nothing new to you; just one more cock."
Blanche finally surrendered, excited by the sight of Denise sucking Brossenet. Denise was sliding his cock as deep as she could in her mouth. From time to time, she would take it out, rub it against her face, her neck, her tits, for she had opened her blouse and her bra. She would tickle it with her little nipples, and then put it back in her mouth.
Blanche raised her skirt. He was holding her buttocks to guide her. She opened her thighs and with one hand, put his prick in her wet little hole. She already had some experience. She had been deflowered by Gregoire de Sabythe, fucked a few times by the priest and also by a few others each time she had an opportunity. She was reluctant in the beginning because Desire did not appeal to her very much but, after all, a prick is a prick, and his was hard and good enough. She could feel it sinking into her vagina. She kissed him passionately.
When Brossenet realized they were screwing, he stopped Denise. "Hey, look at them, they are having a good time. Do you want to play the same game?"
"No, Brossenet, I am still a virgin and I thought she was one, too. She is a really hot girl in spite of her appearance. Wow! I like to watch them. He is really screwing her hard. Look how fast her ass is moving. I bet he is going to run her through."
"Don't be stupid, Denise. I am going to show you how to do it."
"No! I don't want to, I don't want to get pregnant, no kidding."
"I would marry you."
"Pig, you are too old for me. Let me suck you."
They could not stay there too long. Bellamour was already coming in Blanche's cunt. Denise started to suck Brossenet's prick. The door opened and Marie came in. She understood what was going on and laughed.
"I was sure that was going to happen. Well, I am expelling them from the school and I will tell their parents. Now you two, you had better go out by the window. There is no one on the road."
The girls dressed up promptly and left by the door. Blanche came back and shouted at Marie, "Too bad we didn't use indelible paint, people would laugh around the village. You have corrupted us as you have corrupted all the girls in the school. I say it in front of Brossenet and Bellamour, and I will tell it to everybody."
Marie turned pale. "Snake, tell what you want. I am not the one who deflowered you. Nobody is going to believe you. Now, go away, you two."
"Mademoiselle Lhermier," suggested Bellamour, "I think it would be wiser to be discreet about the whole thing. None of us wants to publicize it. We must prevent Blanche from talking."
"I can't help it. She is my enemy."
"Do you want me to talk to her. Will you take her back in school?"
"I will follow your advice," Marie relented.
The teacher wanted to get rid of everybody as soon as possible. She felt the only thing to do was to go talk to her lover, the priest, and ask for his advice. She knew that she was in danger for the whole affair could explode at once, like dynamite. And now everything seemed absurd to her. She did not want to have anything to do with the girls anymore. She only desired her lover and her love was growing stronger and stronger every day. She was afraid of losing him. They were deeply in love and their love was reinforced by their voluptuous sexuality.
Each time they were alone, he would put his hand under her skirt to feel her ass or tickle her cunt and she always responded in the same manner. She would raise his soutane, grab his cock in full erection and masturbate it gently or suck it until he came, and swallow his sperm.
However, Marie felt that he had changed. Precisely just after the reconciliation between Monsieur and Madame de Sabythe. Since that happy event he visited them often and would stay at their home for hours. Sometimes he was alone with Raymonde when her husband was away for business. He had obviously a great influence on them. Madame de Sabythe never missed the mass anymore and would go confess every other week. Each time she came back to the church, she stopped by at the presbytery. Was Henri unfaithful? Madame de Sabythe had the reputation of being cold and distant in spite of her beauty. Nevertheless, Marie had noticed that since her husband had come back, she looked at men more than she used to, and she would often go for a walk in the fields or the woods. Marie was puzzled. It was unbelievable that her lover and Madame de Sabythe could have an intimate relationship, but there was something strange in his behavior when he was in front of her.
Other little things were bothering her. He used to be so reserved and suddenly his behavior with women in general changed. He would spend more time in the confessional with young girls or tease them when he met them in the village.
Yes, Marie Lhermier was upset by something she could not really define. She had to make a decision as soon as possible, and stop wasting time in vain meditation. Henri Megin was her lover. He was the husband she had chosen. He had to take on his responsibilities. Things could not continue this indefinite way. Someday, anyway, their relationship would probably be discovered and it was better to prevent the catastrophe.
She wanted him to resign to become a real man, like other men. His life had become a lie. The best thing to do was to leave the country, get married and start a new life.
Once she had made this decision for him, she put her best dress on and went to the church where she knew he was. It was late in the afternoon and she did not meet anybody on her way.
The church was perfectly quiet. She walked to the sacristy that she already knew so well. There were two large rooms with empty walls except for the necessary wardrobes, a small altar in a corner and a few chairs. As she was going to step in, she heard a voice that she identified immediately as being Blanche Thoubi's voice. What was this girl doing in the sacristy? Marie moved a few steps forward, cautiously. Her blood stopped running in her veins. She could hear clearly what Blanche was saying.
"I am your dirty whore and I want you to come in my cunt because I know it's the one you prefer among all the cunts you fucked. Tell me you will not allow Mademoiselle Lhermier to chase me from school. After all, she is paid by your money and the money of the faithful. If I was kicked out of school, my father would beat me and he would prevent me from going out. I could not see you anymore, I could not give you my ass to screw anymore."
What! This man had lied to her, had betrayed her to fuck a little girl who didn't have any tits. The ground was collapsing under her feet. A terrible anxiety was invading her soul. Then, if he was not faithful, if he fucked that dirty little girl, he probably fucked other girls, other women, Madame de Sabythe, maybe.
Marie heard steps in the church, behind her, Madame de Sabythe! She hid behind a pillar. Her heart was beating fast. God had helped her when she decided to come to the church. At last she was going to know. Even if the truth was unbearable, she wanted to know. The priest and Blanche had certainly heard the steps but they did not stop talking before she reached the door of the sacristy. They did not seem to be surprised.
Marie, still standing at the same place fell on her knees and hid behind the chairs, pretending to pray. There she spent the most painful minutes of her whole life. She realized that everything was her fault: She had corrupted Blanche Thoubi to have the priest. Blanche had used what she had learned from her to take her lover away from her. The three of them were linked by a bizarre sexual tie. Marie had gone with Blanche, Marie had gone with Henri and Blanche had gone with Henri. The circle was closed.
Marie wanted to die. She walked on her knees towards the door of the sacristy. Suddenly, she heard somebody shout. It was Raymonde.
"You will be always in my way, Mademoiselle Thoubi! I am tired of your vice and your hypocrisy."
"I am just helping our Father to change his religious clothes."
"At this hour, you should be at school and not here."
"Mademoiselle Lhermier dismissed the class because she had a headache."
"Then, you should be at home or else with your friends."
"Do you intend to prevent me from coming to church?"
"I don't want you to do in the church what you do in my garden with my husband. Yes, I forbid you to turn a church into a whorehouse."
"Because YOU intend to turn this church into a whorehouse."
"Ladies, calm down, calm down," murmured the priest. "I don't know what you are talking about but I don't like this kind of talk. Dear Madame, Madamoiselle Thoubi is a religious girl and she comes to the church as often as she can."
"You know as well as I do why she comes to the church. You know what happened between her and my daughter. Don't allow her to see you when you are alone. She is evil, and she will destroy your reputation."
"Of course you prefer him to see you when he is alone," answered Blanche.
"I do not want to talk any more with this lost girl. I am going."
At this very moment, Marie Lhermier who could not control her anger any longer stalked into the sacristy.
"You can't leave him alone with that bitch, Madame de Sabythe. Her mere presence here is an offense to God."
"Ladies," interrupted the priest, "I do not want any scandal in this church."
"You are the one who is making a scandal!" shouted Marie Lhermier.
"I want peace in the house of our Lord ... "
" ... and security in your sins."
"If I am guilty, my dear child, God will judge me and me."
The three women were looking angrily at each other, waiting for a pretext to fight. The appearance of Marie had made Raymonde even angrier.
"We look like three hens fighting for a cock!" Raymonde said.
"Why do you let yours run around?" asked Blanche ironically.
"Be quiet please. Some one is coming into the church. Go pray, my children, and ask our Lord to put light in your perturbed souls."
The man's voice convinced them that this problem should be solved between the members of the family. Each one was sorry for what was happening but not enough to create a scandal in which everyone would lose The three women went out of the sacristy and knelt down, pretending to pray. A group of women, young girls and boys walked into the church. The verger rang the bells to announce the benediction. Little by little the church was filling up. Henri's three mistresses were praying with fervor. The priest, at the altar, ordered a rosary before starting the benedicite. The voices chanted, "Pater Noster qui es, ... Ave Maria." The minds and the hearts of the faithful were now at. peace. Even Blanche murmured, "Forgive me, Mademoiselle Marie, to have offended you."
On the other side Raymonde asked, "Mademoiselle Lhermier, could I ask you something?"
Marie answered, to the right and then to the left, "I forgive you, Blanche ... If you would like to come with me to school, Madame de Sabythe, I am at your disposal."
"Pater Noster ... Ave Maria." The priest went out and came back followed by two altar boys and started the Benedicite.
After the benediction, Madame de Sabythe and Marie Lhermier left the church, followed by Blanche Thoubi. As they were arriving at school, Marie noticed that Blanche was following them and turned to wait for her.
"Why did you come with us?" she asked her pupil.
"Don't you think I should be there two, to give my opinion and hear what you say?"
"I don't see why."
"She is right," said Raymonde. "We might need her."
The three women went in the school and decided to have their meeting in the classroom.
Raymonde began, "I wanted to talk to you for two reasons. The first one regards my daughter, Emilienne, who was one of your students. The second one, as you guess, concerns our dear priest. I hope you will answer If we must be enemies, let's at least be truthful."
"Why should we not be?"
"My daughters quite forward for her age, had a strange relationship with this student, Mademoiselle Thoubi. I would like to know if you were aware of it."
"I never was the confessor of my students. I always checked to see they did their religious duties. I taught them according to the religious rules. Our Father controlled the school. It's all I can say."
"I was not expecting this answer ... Because you knew and encouraged them."
"In my daughter's journal, she related some ... dirty things she did with her teacher. Who is this teacher?" Raymonde was insistent.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"You should not deny it. Let's try the second question."
"What is it?"
"Your situation with our priest."
"I am just a teacher in a private school that he founded."
"If none of us wants to talk frankly, we are not going to get anywhere. We have here one of your students who was the mistress of my daughter. This same Blanche, an expert in lubricity, has lost her flower in the arms of my husband ... "
"You intend to ... "
"I do not say anything without proof. I want to ask Blanche the truth and I am sure she will not deny what I am saying."
Blanche was sitting apart. She did not really know where this conversation was going to lead. She did not answer. Marie interpreted her silence as an acknowledgement.
"So what? Why should I be responsible for what happened?"
"Oh! Mademoiselle, you have perverted two of your students and you don't understand what consequences it could have on the other girls! I ask you again, let's talk frankly. It's much better. What my daughter wrote is very clear. She says that you were in your room, entirely naked and that she licked your sexual organs, and then she whipped you to punish you. She says that you have a beauty spot under your left buttocks. Is that right?"
"Madame ... "
"I want to know who corrupted whom! Did she corrupt you of did you corrupt her?"
"This is like an inquisition, a dangerous inquisition!"
"Mademoiselle Lhermier is right," interrupted Blanche. "I know a lot about you, Madame de Sabythe. Maybe your husband deflowered me but I know that you fucked the priest and that you are after my father, too, to fuck him."
"Bitch!"
The three women were standing, facing one another aggressively. But, this time, Blanche was on Marie's side. Marie was angry for having been reminded that her lover betrayed her with both Blanche and Raymonde.
"What! You betray your husband, you run after a priest and you dare insult this girl?" Marie exploded.
"If you believe what this whore says, you're going to get into trouble."
"Whore! Me? Mademoiselle Marie, I was evil to you because I led the other girls against you. I did it because you got nasty with us, after having been so good. She calls me a whore and she did much worse things than we did, and she beat her daughter almost to death!"
"Oh! This teacher is surely the best one in the country! She shows her cunt and her ass to her students and has them suck her, finger her ... "
"Madame de Sabythe, if Blanche is right, I understand that you would have done the same thing if you had been in my place."
"You are out of your mind! You take the word of a .girl who was after my daughter, a girl who fucked with my husband, a girl who corrupted our priest and many others!"
The atmosphere was growing more and more tense. Marie Lhermier sat on a bench and took her head in her hands. She murmured, "My God, my God! How is all this going to end?"
"We must make a pact. It is possible only if you recognize the truth. Who corrupted my daughter? That is the main question to me."
"I have a letter from your daughter, Madame, which tells exactly what our responsibilities are."
"Show it to me, and I assure you that I will help you."
"I am going to get it; it's in my room." Slowly Marie got to her feet and left the room.
Chapter V
Raymonde and Blanche were left by themselves. Blanche was standing in front of the teacher's desk and Raymonde sitting on a bench. They did not say a word till Marie came back.
"Read and you will be convinced," Marie said upon her return. "Your daughter would have corrupted me even if I had not been conscious of it. What I wanted was to triumph with my real love, and everything seemed to be going as if it would succeed. So far, I have been right and it gives me the strength to go on."
Raymonde took the letter. It showed clearly the role played by Emilienne in her relationship with her teacher. Emilienne had written:
"My dear Mistress; I am not a little girl. You do not want to understand my purpose. Don't you see my eyes when they are looking for yours? If you were able to kiss you everywhere under your skirt, lick you, suck you, devour you. I love you, I adore you.
"Listen to my desires, I beg you: otherwise, I will continue licking my girlfriends' shoes. Now they let me touch their asses and their cunts too, I don't care if you show my letter to the priest because I confess regularly, and he is not allowed to repeat confessions to anyone."
After reading the letter, Raymonde remained quiet for a few minutes. She was thinking. "What kind of a girl have I engendered?" Such a vicious creature could have corrupted anybody. She understood that Gregoire had surrendered. It is always difficult for a man especially to refuse this kind of offer from a woman, even a very young girl. The thing which struck her most was the fact that Emilienne licked her friends' shoes. She absolutely could not understand that.
"What a folly to lick the other girls' shoes. It's dirty, it's stupid! You knew she did that. She tells you in the letter. Why didn't you stop her? Why didn't you prevent her? Ah! Mademoiselle, because of your weakness, many misfortunes have happened ... I want you to tell me what you know. Tell me what you saw."
"Well, Madame, although I admit I am partly responsible, I am not the only one, particularly about your daughter. Each one of us has her particular taste in terms of sex. Sometimes what one likes to do is shocking to the other, but we must try to understand and be tolerant. When your daughter first came to school, she already had a highly-sexed spirit, and I knew that she had been encouraged by someone else, before I met her. I know by whom, now. As soon as she came to school I could see that her behavior was somewhat strange. She was very bold and daring. She used to kiss her girlfriends passionately, to bring them presents, to touch them as often as she could. In the beginning, some girls found that strange, but they got used to it and they finally let her do what she liked. One day, during the class I had to go to my room to get a book I forgot to take with me. When I came back, I saw a group of girls watching something in the classroom. As they were quiet, I guessed something abnormal was going on. I stepped back and went to the window from where I could see without being seen. I saw your daughter on hands and knees between Denise's legs. She was licking her shoes. Denise did not move. She was observing her work, encouraging her and bringing to her attention from time to time some spots that she had neglected. Emilienne looked at her as if she were begging for something. Finally Denise inspected her shoes and appeared satisfied with Emilienne's job. I understood then that Emilienne was waiting for her reward. Denise raised her dress and got up, then she pulled her pants down. She stuck her belly out and ordered Emilienne to lick her."
"And you did not stop them?"
"Well, I was so shocked I couldn't move. It took me some time to figure out what was happening in my classroom."
"It is my duty as a mother to know everything about my daughter, so, please, go on. Maybe it will help me to find a way to cure her."
"Emilienne stuck her tongue in Denise's cunt and took her ass in her hands. Her tongue was moving between Denise's thighs as fast as it moved on her shoes. The other girls were watching without a word, fascinated and surprised by the show. I remember that one girl got angry and kicked Emilienne's ass, shouting, "Stop that, dirty cunt-sucker!" That was Blanche, believe it or not."
"Yes, Mademoiselle. I was still naive, then. I did not know I was going to love those dirty things that much. I was stupid enough to hit the girl I was going to love."
"Emilienne did not get angry," Marie continued. "She proposed that you take Denise's place. You went back to work. Denise grabbed Emilienne's head and put it in front of her ass so that Emilienne could lick it the same way she licked her cunt before. When I saw her little tongue moving between Denise buttocks, I had a feeling of anxiety. Something happened to my body. My legs could barely carry me. I was on fire inside. In spite of my will to stop the girls, I could not move. I confess I wanted to see more. When Emilienne was through licking Denise's ass, she started fingering her. She did it so well that Denise came in a few seconds; then Emilienne pushed her tongue in Denise's cunt again, to suck her come. I decided then to stop them but I was not fast enough. Emilienne was already a few yards away from Denise on hands and knees under a desk."
"What are you doing there?" I asked her.
"I am looking for my pen," she answered, boldly.
"It's on your desk."
"She got up in the most natural way, gave me a sensuous look which penetrated my very soul. I did not dare say anything. That was my first mistake. I wanted to know more. During the following days, I would leave the classroom on all manner of pretexts, pretending I had to talk to the maid, or go to my room, I would then go to the window in the corridor, from where I could observe what was happening in the classroom.
"As soon as I stepped out of the classroom your daughter would go to one of her girlfriends to make all sorts of propositions to her. She would do anything to be allowed to suck a cunt or an ass-hole. One day one of the girls put a few flies in Emilienne's pants. The flies tickled her belly and her buttocks so much that she was writhing, and the girls were in a circle around her, laughing and making dirty comments. She always exhibited a great imagination. Without knowing it, by watching her, I was seduced.
"Little by little, the girls were entering the game. Denise was the best follower. I think she was the one who invented the game with the flies. One day, a twelve-year-old girl told them that she was going to tell me about their activities. They tied her up on a chair and threatened her to have to swallow ail the flies in the school if she talked to me. Then, they put a few flies in her stockings. The poor girl, afraid and tickled, started struggling, but Emilienne and Denise held her hands and put them on their cunts, so that by her movements, the girl could finger them."
"Once she had promised not to tell me anything, they let her loose. Then the two girls forced her to kiss their cunts.
"I must repeat, Mademoiselle Lhermier, that you were extremely tolerant!"
"Madame, I am sure, because I can see that you are moved by what I just told you, that you would have felt the same way as I did if you had been in my place. I was fascinated."
"Oh! Mademoiselle!"
Marie Lhermier put her hand on Raymonde's mouth and smiling to her, nodded toward Blanche. The girl was moving her hand under her skirt. Raymonde kissed Marie's hand and murmured, "I understand, I understand, go on."
"It would take a long time to tell all I saw. However, I must tell you how I became involved with them. We all have the same weaknesses with regard, to sex, I did what Blanche is doing now. Watching them from my hiding place, I put my hand under my skirt and I masturbated.
"One afternoon, Emilienne put her legs on her desk, raised her skirt, and opened her legs. She did not wear any pants. A girl put a bunch of flies tied together on her cunt after having cut off one wing of each fly. The poor insects, trying to escape, tickled her cunt and her thighs. Then, Denise crawled under Emilienne's legs and started licking her ass. Once Emilienne was hot, Denise stood up and lay down on Emilienne's desk, in order to rub her cunt against Emilienne's. In the meantime, they fingered each other. Then another girl put a candle between their cunts. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony like dancer's bodies, and the candle was going up and down, up and down. They were blushing from pleasure, murmuring things I could not hear, grabbing each other's hand, rubbing their cunts as hard as they could. The candle was like a cock sticking out, of their thighs.
"They moved faster and faster; they were sweating, they were quivering, they were coming. The other girls were excited by the show. Some of them were masturbating, others were watching, paralyzed by pleasure. Two of them were kissing and stroking each other's tits. Behind the window, I went crazy. I was so hot that I could not help masturbating. I almost came in the same time as they did. The whole room was plunged into an orgy of mad sensuality. I came so much that my come flowed down along my legs. I almost called them to ask them to lick it. Then, I waited till everything was back in order and I came back to the classroom, still moved. My face was burning. Then your daughter understood that something was changed in me.
"Oh! Please leave my daughter alone," murmured Raymonde. Her face was red, her look was foggy. She put her hand on Marie's shoulder, knelt down at her feet.
The tone of her voice showed clearly that she was aflame from what she heard. The cold and distant Madame de Sabythe was imploring Marie, her enemy of only a few minutes ago, to love her.
Marie understood. She put her arm around the woman's waist. "Let's love each other instead of hate, this is the best way to solve our argument, and it is so good."
"What are we going to do about Blanche?" Asked Marie in a low voice, as she was putting her head against Raymonde's tits.
"Blanche, Blanche? She fucked my daughter, my husband and my lover, I want her to fuck me too," Raymonde laughed. "It's incredible how men are stupid! They only think about their pleasure, about what they can do. What about what we can do? All women are the same for them. A cunt is a cunt, all cunts taste the same to their cocks, but we are different, aren't we. Look, look at my cunt Marie, look at it, Blanche, too. I want you to show me yours so that we can compare."
Raymonde was stunningly beautiful standing up, her skirt raised, her pale, firm thighs opened. She was thrusting her belly outward, and keeping her two big cunt lips apart so that they could see better.
In seconds, Marie and Blanche were removing their clothes. Marie's cunt was smaller and rosy and her hair was blonde. Blanche's cunt was tiny and shaped like an almond. Marie put her finger on Raymonde's clit and Blanche started stroking Marie's ass.
Raymonde murmured, "We are sisters, let's help each other, let's love each other."
"Yes, Raymonde," answered Marie," but we can't love each other here. Come into my room. We will have more privacy."
They could not wait any longer. They took the staircase, Marie first and then Raymonde, and then Blanche. As they were going up, Blanche kept her two hands on Raymonde's ass.
Once again they were in the room where the rebellion took place. The three of them lay down on the bed and took off their skirts. Raymonde was still a novice. The two others had to show her what to do. Marie turned her so that she faced her. She took care of Raymonde's cunt, Blanche took care of her ass.
Then Marie pressed her warm lips on Raymonde's and stroked her face gently with her hands. Meanwhile she was rubbing her belly against Raymonde's. She put a thigh between Raymonde's thighs and started moving it slowly against her cunt. Marie's hands went down very slowly, first to her shoulders and the back of her neck, and then to Raymonde's tits and her nipples which were sticking out like two little cocks. Marie's hands were moving down to Raymonde's belly, to her hips and finally to her large black pussy and her cunt. She was so wet that fluid was running along her thighs and Blanche was licking it.
Marie opened Raymonde's legs gently and her hands slid inside her thighs, along her calves to her feet. Raymonde was so hot that she would jump each time Marie reached a new spot. She was breathing hard and her tits were bouncing excitingly, following the rhythm of her respiration.
Once Marie had reached the extremity of her toes, she started upward again, following the same itinerary on the other woman's body. This time she knew Raymonde's body better and she was immediately able to reach the most sensitive spots, behind her neck, her nipples, under her tits, along her thighs and, of course, her hard and swollen cunt which was becoming still wetter and wetter. Marie wanted Raymonde as hot as possible, she wanted her to reach the point when she would beg her to have a tongue plunged between her blood-red lips.
Blanche, toying with her ass was more impatient to watch her come. She was rubbing her back, along her back bone, from the nape of her neck to her ass-hole and around her buttocks. At the same time, her teeth were nibbling on Raymonde's back, on her shoulders, on her ass.
When Raymonde got hot enough she licked the liquid that was coming out of her cunt, plunging her tongue rapidly either in her ass-hole or her wet hole, and taking it out after a few seconds, just enough time to excite her without quenching her thirst. What Marie was expecting happened, Raymonde reached a point where she could not wait anymore.
She grabbed Marie and implored her, "Please, fuck me, fuck me now, I want you two now. Plunge your tongues in my holes, give me your cunts to suck. I want to drink from your tits."
They let her writhe for a few seconds. They liked to watch her twist like a snake on fire, grab her tits with her hands and shake them, plunge her thumb in her cunt. Marie put her finger between her legs, took it out and sucked it and Blanche started masturbating, but Raymonde stopped them.
Then Marie fell on her, on knees and hands, her ass on Raymonde's head and she licked her cunt. Blanche sat on her head in such a way that she could be licked by Raymonde and could suck Marie at the time. The bodies of the three women formed a circle of lust. Their tongues were moving and they were whining with pleasure. Marie put two fingers in Raymonde's ass-hole, Raymonde did the same thing in Blanche's ass and Blanche penetrated Marie's ass. Raymonde was so hot that she came soon. Her belly moved frantically. She shouted, "Ahhh! I cant stop coming, I can't stop coming! A flow of come dripped into Marie's mouth. Blanche and Marie came at the same time, crying out The three bodies fell on the bed, replete and exhausted. The room was silent after the storm.
all three were shocked back to a voice.
"Ahhh! Vision of paradise," It was the priest who was standing up at the door, his soutane raised, masturbating. They stared in surprise just in time to see his come burst forth and spew onto the floor.
Raymonde looked at him sarcastically and answered, "You can see what we are doing. We don't trust you anymore so we help one another."
"What do you mean, you don't trust me? Do you think I am not able to take care of the three of you?"
"What a presumptuous man. Let's take him at his word! Marie, ask him to fuck you, then he will screw Blanche, and then me. I am ready to share him, just to see if he can do it. But I am sure that when my turn will come, he will not even be able to breathe."
"I accept, I am ready to exhaust him," answered Marie.
"And I am ready to resuscitate him," added Blanche.
"Look at that little hen!" Raymonde exclaimed. "Well, if you resuscitate him, I hope he will have enough strength to go on with me."
"Let's go, I am first. Whip me, lick me, fuck me or whatever you want," announced Marie as she was showing her ass to the priest.
"This is not the right time for that, my darlings. You forget that you are not alone on earth. Blanche's parents are looking for her all over the village. Besides, your husband is back, my dear Raymonde. He is waiting for you at Brossenet's. He asked me to tell you, if I saw you."
"My husband is back! I have to go! We have to delay our experiments. I swear, dear Father, that I will not see you without the presence of Blanche and Marie, and the sooner, the better."
"I won't either," said Blanche.
"Nor I," concluded Marie.
And so a strange pact of unholy lust was agreed upon.
Chapter VI
What started as a game was becoming serious. Next, three women had a meeting and they made important decisions. They decided that the priest had only one choice; if he was able to take the three of them, he would then have to choose one of them and keep her as his only mistress. If he surrendered before the end, the woman who exhausted him would marry him, and they would leave the country.
Marie, for example was prepared to resign from the school, Raymonde de Sabythe, if she won his hand, would desert her husband, and Blanche was ready to leave her parents.
Henri found that his sweet mistresses were turning into tigresses. What he wanted was not possible anymore. He argued eloquently that they should not change the situation, He explained that all three of them appealed to him in different ways. He liked Raymonde's maturity, and there was an obvious charm to discover with her the mysteries of copulation. They were both explorers in a new and exciting realm of sensation.
Marie was very dear to him, first of all because she was the first woman he had touched and secondly because she had a marvelous body. He loved to fuck Blanche and to feel his prick sliding into her narrow cunt. She was both a woman and a child and she added to her lewdness a delicious feeling of naivety.
Why choose, he argued. He was man enough for all three. His priestly vows made him distrust that peculiar understand why a man should be obliged to put his cock in only one cunt for the rest of his life. Ignorant of the complexity of relationships between men and women before he met Marie, he now considered women as free fruit sent from paradise for unlimited consumption. Alas, Henri was discovering that life had its continencies.
In the meantime, the women would give him no sexual compensation, although they continually excited him by looks or obscene gestures. After paradise, hell! There was no way around it. Henri attempted the conquest of some new cunts, but he failed. Mysteriously, it seemed that his depressed and unsatisfied air made him lose temporarily his prestige with the women and girls.
One night, for example, at around ten o'clock, Henri stepped into Brossenet's inn. Odile was alone. He tried to slip his hand under her skirt but she ran away, shouting that she did not want to do it with a crow. Frustration, disappointments, insults. Poor Father!
A few days after the decisive meeting of his mistresses, a religious feast took place in the village. The-'night before, Henri could not sleep, thinking of all those young girls from twelve to seventeen who were going to surround him during the ceremony, and help him during the ritual. He became so excited that when he woke up, he saw that his bed was wet. Unfortunately, when the ceremony took place he could not touch a single ass.
He was always at the very center of the crowd and everybody was looking at him. He even took chances. Once he dropped a cross purposely, hoping that while picking it up, he would be able to have a look under the skirt next to him, but before he could move, an altar boy picked it up for him. Ah! He was so sad when he chanted "Lord, give us our daily bread!"
He had to wait, to wait. How many days? First, Raymonde had to go to Paris for a week for business. He was sure she was going to try a few new cocks there, too. Then Blanche's father was sick and she had to go home every day right after school. He thought for a while of visiting a whorehouse he had heard about some thirty miles away from the village, but on a bicycle it takes some time to go thirty miles. He was sure he could get there, but would he have enough strength to come back before the first mass the next morning? And besides, it would be too dangerous; somebody could see him.
At last, after two weeks, Marie met him at the presbytery and told him that everything was ready. They were going to meet in a house that Raymonde de Sabythe owned, in the outskirts of Blois. The person who rented it just moved out and it was a very safe place. They were supposed to meet there the next day.
When Henri Megin heard the good news he felt strengthened again. He was coming back to life. He would fuck all three of them. He knew he could do it. Not only that, but after fucking the three of them during the same night, he would impose his rule and keep his three mistresses whether they liked it or not. And he would have other mistresses too. He was dreaming of turning the whole village into a harem. And even if he was unfortunate enough not to be able to satisfy them all then, he would go to Brussels and wait for Marie to join him. She would stay in the village for a few weeks to prevent people from suspecting and, in the meantime, listen to what they would say about him. In other words, Henri Megin was decided and nothing could stop him.
How excited he was when the next day, at dusk, he mounted his bicycle! He rode around the village to be seen. He was looking at the village and the people with nostalgia and feeling that probably he was seeing them for the last time. He remembered his last months in L'Arbrisseau les Foils. He remembered that he was very happy before he lost his virginity and that the pleasure he had with women had been a source of problems. But, it was too late to change himself now. The new man could never live like the old had.
When he was a few miles away from the village, he stopped, undressed, took his plain clothes out of the small suitcase he was carrying and put them on. He hid his soutane behind a bush, and rode toward Blois.
It was dark when he saw the silhouette of the town on the horizon. He stopped again and left his bicycle in a meadow. The moon was bright and he could see his way without difficulty. He walked towards the house, following Raymonde's directions. As he came closer to the house he had a moment of doubt, a desire to flee back into the safety of his role of priest. But Henri forced himself to climb the porch steps. He was trembling, however, when he knocked at the door.
Blanche opened the door to receive him. "Welcome, sweetheart," murmured the girl, "you are here to satisfy our pleasure and yours."
"Ah! My dear Blanche, you don't know how sad I will be not to keep the three of you," Henri confessed.
"You will find everything in the woman you will choose."
"Three flowers make a bunch, not one," Henri reminded her, seeking an ally.
"Follow me," Blanche said. "Marie and Raymonde are waiting for you in the living room."
As soon as he stepped into the living room, Raymonde and Marie pulled him down beside them and both kissed him passionately. Blanche watched and then broke in: "You must be hungry after this long journey, and food will give you more strength," she said, putting her arm around his waist. He put his hand in the opening of her dress to touch her tits, and his other hand under her skirt, to stroke her, ass and her cunt. Then he opened his fly and showed her his cock, which was in erection.
"Remember, I am only number two," which was in erection.
"Remember, I am only number two," Blanche reminded him.
They had obviously spent a lot of time and energy to prepare this event. The dining room was full of flowers, red roses, carnations, and four candles were lighted on the dinner table.
Raymonde looked at him languidly. "Kiss Marie first to show her how much you love her, then you will kiss me and then we will have dinner."
As he turned toward Marie, she opened her arms and he put his arms around her. Their lips met in a long kiss. Ah! He was glad to be close to her again. He knew that, whatever would happen that night, she was the only one he had chosen. She was his Sultana. Seeing that they could not stop kissing, Blanche came and opened his fly and took his cock out.
"You see, Marie it is ready. Suck it, suck our master. It will be his initiation in our ceremony tonight."
Marie knelt down and took his cock in her mouth and moved her head backward and forward; then, she opened the top of her dress, showing her neck and her tits to the priest and to the two other girls. She murmured to him, "If you want, you may come now on my flesh; follow your desire, my dear love."
Raymonde got up, then, turned around and showed him her round ass, adorned with lace ... "unless you want to spit the sperm she is sucking out into my ass ... "
Blanche knelt down between Raymonde's legs, put her head between Raymonde's thighs and added, "and if a few drops of your sperm fall off, I will collect them in my mouth."
The priest stepped back, surprised by so much good will. "Oh girls of Bala, I am in your hands, please spare me for a while to let me muster all my strength, and then I'm at your disposal."
The three women stood up and started kissing each other. Raymonde licked Marie's lips and told him, "I am drinking on your lips the fever which burns you. Try to keep some for me when my turn will come."
Blanche was sucking Marie's tits. "I worship the first altar on which you are going to sacrifice your first drops of come."
"Dinner is ready, let's eat, let's drink!"
Henri saw that the table was laid for four people, three on one side and a single one on the other. It reminded him of the choice he had to make. He sat in front of his three mistresses, happy and comfortable. He was going to succeed. He already had such an erection that he could have lifted the table with his cock, and he felt that his swollen balls were going to burst. And his beauties were doing their best to excite him, kissing, teasing and touching each other under the table.
Marie was the most excited one. At one point, Raymonde and Blanche lifted her up on a chair, raised her dress and Blanche fingered her while Raymonde licked her come. Then Blanche put a lace handkerchief inside Marie's cunt, when it was wet, she gave it to the priest for him to lick. Then they opened his fly and tied the handkerchief around his cock. Then Marie got down, crawled under the table to suck him. He came on her and she dried them with the handkerchief after he came. Stroking his prick with her tongue, she said to him, "Come, let's fuck, you want to do it, and I want to do it, too."
Raymonde came closer to the priest, took her tits out and rubbed them against his cheeks, saying, "Don't screw her yet, suck my tits, touch my ass, and I will make you much stronger."
The poor man did not have the courage to refuse. He sucked her tits and her ass, tearing her lace pants. He put his thumb in her cunt and moved it in and out. In the meantime Marie was sucking his prick, and Blanche put her little hand in his pants, to force a finger into his ass-hole, as she was biting the nape of his neck. Ah! It was so good, it was working so well, why not accept this "menage a quatre" which could make him so happy?
The Christian priest was really enjoying the oriental way of life. How happy they could be, the four of them in this house turned into a paradise of lewdness! Still he had to make a choice, and he knew that Marie should be the one. She had waited for him for so long!
Desire Beilamour, he knew from the confessional, had been extremely impressed by Blanche's natural gifts when he screwed her in Marie's room and that he was ready to marry her. Her father was quite favorable to this marriage.
Raymonde could very well go back home and live a happy life with her husband because she was able to satisfy him, and she had forgiven him. She realized that the entire affair between Gregoire and her daughter had been originated by her frigidity. She was older than Blanche and Marie, and she was able to understand and to cope with a lot of things. No, Marie Lhermier was for him. The only thing he had to do then, was to declare, after fucking Marie that he was not able to go on with the others. In fact, they were helping him by wasting his strength. What man could have resisted these three charming devils, offering their tits, their cunts and their asses to appease his appetite?
Marie was still sucking him passionately. From time to time, she would take his cock out of her mouth and rub it against her nipples and between her two tits, as if they were two buttocks. When he came he spit his sperm in her mouth, on her tits, and even on her face. She even got a few drops in her eyes, once. Then he would lick his own come and give it to them by means of a long kiss to Blanche or Raymonde, who were both showing him their asses to keep him excited. Both Blanche and Raymonde were on their hands and knees, kissing each other. Blanche was whipping Raymonde's ass gently and was masturbating at the same time. The priest could see every detail of her red pussy and her tiny cunt and watched her finger moving in and out of her lips. Once again, Henri came and his sperm gushed so strongly that Marie moved her head back and his come flowed onto her chin and her tits, and ran down along her belly to her pussy. Marie dried herself with the lace handkerchief and Raymonde jumped at the same time to catch it and lick it, but the priest took it back and put it between Marie's thighs. Then he fingered her with the handkerchief. Raymonde lay down on the floor and licked Marie's ass-hole, while Blanche stood up in front of him so that he could suck her cunt. Marie came and that was the end of the first round.
They had a short intermission to regain their strength. They sat down at the dinner table and ate again. The priest had a seemingly perpetual erection. Raymonde and Blanche were anxious to see him fuck Marie, because they were so hot they wanted to have his big prick in their cunts.
The priest put a chicken leg in Marie's cunt, took it out and gave it to Blanche and Raymonde to share. Then he laid Marie on a bench and poured wine on her tits, her belly and her cunt, and asked the two women to help him lick her, for a good piece of chicken with come dressing, does not go without wine. While Marie was still lying on the bench, Henri got on top of her, which was not too easy because the bench was narrow. He was just about to enter her when he heard a cat meowing.
A black cat, probably forgotten in the house by the former tenant, stalked into the room. Blanche, excited by the appearance of this unexpected guest, said to Raymonde, "Oh! Look, he is exactly the same color as your pussy. Hold it close to it so that we can compare."
"That's a good idea," agreed Marie. "Catch the cat. We're going to see if Blanche is right."
Raymonde squatted and lifted the cat between her thighs. Everybody could see that Blanche was right and that Raymonde's pussy and the cat were the same color. Raymonde turned the cat around and murmured, "Be nice, little cat, kiss your brother."
The cat smelled her cunt and started licking Raymonde with his tiny rosy tongue. Raymonde began writhing, tickled and excited at the same time.
Meanwhile, the priest, still on the bench was trying to put his cock in Marie's snatch, but she did not let him. Blanche asked her, "Why don't you let him screw you?"
"I want him to use my hand the same way he used my mouth before. Then he will screw me, if he can!"
"You are so cruel!"
"Not as much as you. Ah! Look he is coming again, he is wetting my belly! Who wants to lick it?"
Blanche ran to lick the spots of hot white come on Marie's belly, but the priest stopped her. He was still hard and before Marie could react, he plunged his big cock deep into her slot. Then the other two women joined the couple. Blanche crawled beneath the bench and played with Marie's tits. Marie's buttocks were protruding over the bench. Raymonde walked on her knees towards the fucking couple, still holding the cat in her hands. She put the cat on the part of Marie's ass that was available and forced him to lick it. Unfortunately, the cat scratched her ass, leaving a long bloody rail on it. Marie yelled from pain. Henri thought it was from the pleasure he was giving her, and he came. Marie grabbed the cat and threw him away, furious for having been stopped when she was going to come. But, she was fortunate because the priest started again immediately and Raymonde and Blanche left them alone. They lay down on the floor and tried a "sixty-nine." While they were licking, they could hear the priest murmuring, "Ah, Marie, my darling, I am yours, I am yours forever!"
Yes, he wanted to be hers and only hers. Love was stronger than lubricity. His first mistress had always been his only real mistress and she still was. And when he had fucked her, he fucked her again and again, five, six, seven times his cock began moving again in her cunt that was so wet and swollen with pleasure.
Blanche and Raymonde were doing their best to seduce him, to take him away from Marie's belly. They assumed the most obscene poses they could, but all they did would excite him even more and incite him to love Marie. At dawn, the priest fell to the floor, exhausted. Marie had won. They belonged to each other forever.
Chapter VII
The local newspaper gave full details about the disappearance of the priest, as many as they could because they did not know where he was anyway. His soutane and his bicycle were found where he had left them. Some people thought that he had been murdered but no one could find his body. Then, when the teacher of the private school of Arbrisseau-les-Poils disappeared, a few weeks after the incident, people started to talk openly and to refer to their relationship. An administrative investigation brought the truth to full light. However, with the passage of time nearly everybody forgot about them.
In closing, we want to mention that there is no connection between Henri Megin and one of his colleagues who disappeared in 1906 and even though the two might look alike, we must not conclude that they were the same person.
The new priest in the little village is a much older man, a man of rare devotion and sanctity who lost little time in putting right the lascivious atmosphere in the parish arid driving the demons of lust from the thoughts of his charges. Only two women wear a strange smile when they attend mass with their families, Madame Raymonde de Sabythe and Madame Blanche Bellamour.
