Helena Robertson - Mousse

Tranquilized, she let him caress her, and pour her some more Port. She could feel his hands run across her large protruding buttocks and when he bent down to cover the two spheres with ardent kisses, she did not protest. Soon she fell back onto a pillow placed by a window, and he knelt by her, and glued his mouth to the palpitating sex. He sucked at her intently and pressed the erected clitoris between his tightened lips. The spasm soon came and contracted her splendid body, racking her with a long, deep moans.

She got up fast the last embrace, and he took her back to her aunt.

Later she left there, and arrived at the convent.

Monique, while remembering those delightful memories, had caressed her sex with soft and rapid motions of her finger. She came violently and sank into oblivion. Later she got up, drank some fresh water, and returned to her cooled bed. She closed her eyes, and again remembered.

Monique arrived at the boarding school one sad evening. It was an ancient abbey, rebuilt by some gentleman and given to Mrs. Merval, who had installed in it a boarding school for rich young girls. The school had only two classes, one for the children of twelve years of age, and the other for the children of fifteen and over, preparing for examinations. The boarding school was located in a deserted area in the moors of Bretagne, and was surrounded by a huge park. The center of the building was essentially for the school; one of the wings was for the headmistress' apartments, and the other for the commons. The whole building had been equipped with all of the latest comforts.

The car, sent specially for her at the station, brought Monique to the front porch of the school, where a young shy looking supervisor welcomed her and showed her to her room. In the meantime she helped Monique to arrange her things in her room, and told her that she would see the headmistress the next day. The supervisor's name was Maud. She was petite, fair-haired and pretty, with a figure full of dimples and rotundities wherever it had to be dimpled or round. She was wearing a black silk dress under which the eye could catch the shape of the brassiere and panties. She also had on black silk stockings, and varnished, high heel shoes. A zipper held the dress closed at the front from the collar to the knees. The dress was conceived to show and emphasize the contours of the body, but it was still stern looking and serious. A little white lace collar encircled the delicate neck, and she wore a little black velvet cap slightly inclined on one side of the face, its edges concealed by the fair curls of her hair.

Monique admired the costume.

“It will be the same for you tomorrow, if the seamstress has enough time to finish it,” replied the supervisor.

Then she left Monique, after giving her a last, greedy look, contemplating with astonishment and wonder the perfection of the young girl's figure.

Monique was awakened by the shoutings of the children in the park. It was late, and she was feeling self-conscious. The sun was shining and gave the whole house a charming aspect. She washed herself and made up cautiously, and soon somebody came to take her to the headmistress through the long, empty dormitories.

She found herself facing a young woman, hardly thirty-five, more than pretty, with her brown hair pulled back and done in a chignon on the nape of her neck, with a fringe to soften the contour of her forehead. She had delicate and handsome features. Her slightly gray eyes had a cruel look that did not go with the shapely mouth, or its sensuous lips. The slim yet muscled body, was dressed in a kind of long-sleeved bodice, made of black silk, that molded in a provocative way the shape of the torso clinging to each curve, and Monique had to admit that the breasts were exceptionally firm and high. The V decollete went curiously down to the belt, passing between the two round breasts. The skirt, very short, stopped far higher than the knees and covered the lower part of the body and the upper part of the thighs. The legs were propped out of the silky material of the dress and were of perfect shape. Black silk stockings and high heel shoes completed the headmistress' attire.

Sylvie Merval welcomed Monique very kindly, asked her about her first night in the house, and her trip. While speaking to Monique, the headmistress let her eyes wander over the young girl's charms. She noted appreciatively the curve of her legs, and letting her eyes look between the legs where the knees were unveiled by the short skirt, she tried to see the mysterious corners of her femininity. Since Sylvie had just received a letter from her friend, Max, regarding Monique, she knew what a hot voluptuous temper the girl had.

She told Monique about the schedules and the kind of studies that the institution offered the pupils. She also talked about the discipline that she expected from everyone-the children as well as the masters. Monique, in the beginning, would have to be in charge of the science classes for the youngest girls.

“In here,” the headmistress added, “when a fault has been committed, the pupils are not deprived of this or that. Nature gave those children certain advantages and it is your duty to use and abuse those charms to inflict the chastisement that you will judge adequate. As far as you are concerned, the same treatment will be applied to you every time that I judge it necessary to help you to become the exceptional being that you must become. You all have equal status between teachers, supervisors, and all the members of my staff.”

Then she took Monique into a narrow corridor and up to a room where a pleasant young woman was expecting them.

“Nine, you will give Miss Monique a uniform for the first visit with her colleagues. You will also take her measurements for the other uniforms.”

The headmistress then disappeared and soon Monique found herself as naked as the day of her birth in front of the thoughtful woman, whose luscious eyes told of her desire as clearly as words. Half caressing her, she put on black silk stockings, high heel shoes, and a very short velvet dress that stopped high above the knees. It had a little leather belt, very tight around the thin waist. At the least movement the legs showed nearly completely, and when she was walking one could see the black garters and a little bit of white flesh above the black stockings. She posed the little black velvet cap on Monique's head, enjoying the alluring charm that it gave to the young face, and drawing Monique close to her, sat her on her knees. She seized her by her wrists and said, “May 1? It is a tradition here…” and between her lips she caught one of the erected nipples.

She stopped when she heard Monique's excited moans. She took the young girl in her arms and gave her a long kiss on the mouth while her fingers tested the young girl's virginity. When she heard the little cry of pain and surprise she whispered:

“Too bad. Look what you could have received, absorbed in you…”

From a chest of drawers she pulled a hard phallus, covered with dark blue velvet. Suddenly anxious, Monique moved away, and that movement surprised the girl, who shrugged her shoulders as if she could not care less, and tightened a black silk bodice around Monique's torso. It covered the breasts and the back, but was very deeply opened in front, and the round contour of the breasts were visible. Then the seamstress rang a bell and a servant brought Monique back to the headmistress's office.

Then she visited the house, and she was introduced to all the teachers in their different classes. The teachers were all young girls. The pupils were not too many. The “Juniors” were wearing black shorts and a white shirt with short sleeves. The “Seniors,” aged between 15 and 16, wore a flared and very short skirt that stopped at the middle of their thighs, black silk stockings, varnished shoes, and a little black cardigan. The cardigan was made of a very thin material-some kind of jersey-that let you see, and even emphasized the already round curves of the young girls. A little white leather belt accentuated the slimness of the waist and a little white collar accented the young faces. On their heads they all had the same type of little hat with the hair puffing around it. They were all wearing a certain type of panties that only covered the pubis and left the buttocks naked. The sight of those girls, in natural poses, displaying under their short skirts their naked thighs between the black stockings and the little panties, was very exciting.