Chapter 6
When he spied me, he was so shocked that he could not speak. I grinned at him knowingly; he came to me and whispered, "Did you see everything?"
As I simply smiled, he quickly put his hand under my dress, felt my slit and then said:
"You won't tell anybody, will you?"
I shook my head and he stopped, fearing that mother might come out. After that, several times I heard them having "their fun" together at night, and once I caught them fucking, one afternoon.
After that, however, I did not allow Mr. Eveque to fuck me again. I don't know why, but I just wouldn't.
One day he came home early, knowing that I would be alone. He tried to fondle me and when I objected, he threw me down and got on top of me, but I held my knees so tight together, that he could do nothing.
He got up, looked at me, but never bothered me again.
During the following year, I had only Alois and Mr. Horage and I constantly looked for them in the cellar. Raoul came at one time and informed me that both his mother and Fleur were having monthlies, so that he had only Wanda to fuck that day, and as that night he would not have to do it at all, we took advantage of the opportunity and had a "piece" standing up. We hurried for fear of being caught, of which I remember little except that he, feeling my titties, exclaimed:
"Here, you are getting nice, little titties," at which they began to stand out quite hard. I was very proud of them.
A few days later, I made Mr. Horage feel them under my blouse. He was so pleased that they were growing so much, and when he felt them, he immediately got another "hardon," although he had twice fucked me already; still playing with them as they stood out firmer all the time, he was able to do it a third time.
Pierre, I remember, also fucked me several times during this year, but he could not shut Mrs. Terrine out of his mind, always on the watch for her.
One morning I spied her going to the attic, I told Pierre about it.
He came along but did not dare follow her to the attic alone. I encouraged him, telling him that Mr. Horage was fucking her. I assured him that she would surely be willing to let him do it. I pictured her nice, white titties, but he was still afraid. Bold as I was, I offered to go with him.
We found Mrs. Terrine just taking her wash down from the line.
"How do you do, Mrs. Terrine?" I greeted her. "Greetings. What are you doing here?" she asked. "We just came to see you.';
"So! What do you want of me?" "Perhaps we might help you," I replied. "Well, well, I thank you."
As she was folding up a sheet, I went up to her and at once began began playing with her big titties, bobbing up and down. Pierre stood by, looking on, not winking an eye. Mrs. Terrine hugged me to her, saying:
"Why, what are you doing?"
"They are so nice," I said to flatter her.
At this she blushed and looked at Pierre and smiled.
He also smiled in a foolish manner but did not dare to come closer.
I slipped my hand into her blouse and got out her bare titties. She did not object, but looked at Pierre and remarked:
"What are you doing?"
Then I whispered to her, "Pierre would like to -," I felt her titties getting hard and she asked: "Oh, you know," I answered. "Would he like to?"
She smiled and allowed me to bare her breasts.
"I can watch you," I said, as I sprang away from her.
I gave Pierre a push, shoving him right against her titties, then I stood guard, the same as I had done when Mr. Horage was fucking Mrs. Terrine in the cellar, so nobody could surprise them.
If I remember rightly, this was my first time as a matchmaker, unless you might call my telling Mr. Eveque of my mother's disappointment with father, which led to Mr. Eveque fucking my mother. Otherwise, he would probably have been satisfied with her daughter -me!
Pierre stood with his face buried in her breasts, she hugged him tightly and asked:
"Well now, what do you want, my little man?"
He could not answer as she forced one of her nipples into his mouth, which he began to suck furiously, so that it got larger and longer all the time. She was now getting nervous and began to tremble. She said nothing more.
I forgot my duties of watching and was anxious to get in the game. She now laid down on her wash-basket. Raising up her skirts, I saw her large, hairy cunt, into which I feared that Pierre might disappear -head first! She drew him to her and with her hand put his little cock all the way in! begged her to be a little easy and then began working like' a clock. She lay there, and laughed, saying:
"How that tickles!" She lay quiet. "How well he does it!"
Looking at me, "Does he do it often?"
"Yes," I replied.
"And does he always do it that fast?"
"Yes," I said, "Pierre always fucks fast."
Then I knelt down beside her; I began to tickle her ear with my tongue, as Mr. Eveque had done to me. She gurgled with pleasure:
"Don't do it so fast, my boy! I want to help too! There see -that is better!"
She now regulated his stroked with her ass, "Oh I am coming -! Oh, I can't stand it -when Josie tickles my ear -oh, I am coming again -oh, children! What wonderful children -what a sweet, little prick -" suddenly she said to Pierre:
"Why don't you take one of my titties in your mouth, my boy?"
Pierre took a nipple and sucked for dear life, but she exclaimed:
"But you must not stop fucking -and I was just then coming again -there -that is better -Oh Lord!"
Now Pierre stopped sucking the nipple.
She exclaimed, "Why do you stop sucking on the nipple?"
But he had not learned how to do both at the same time, so I came to the rescue, and letting go of her ear, I took the nipples, first one, and then the other. At this, I also became passionate; I was leaning over, so her face was right in front
89 of my pussy; reaching up under my dress, she started playing with it with her fingers; I felt as though I was also being fucked. Suddenly we all three "went off" together, Mrs. Terrine saying:
"Oh, my dear children -how good that feels -oh Pierre -I feel you squirting into me now -and Josie -you are all wet too! Oh, my, oh!"
For some time, we all lay on the basket, exhausted. Suddenly she jumped up, pushing us aside, arranged her clothing, very red in the face and ashamed, exclaiming:
"Well, of all things! Such children!" and hurried down the stairs. Pierre and I made ourselves comfortable on the basket of wash, which she had forgotten in her hurry.
I took his cock in my mouth and tried to make it stand again, saying:
"Now you must fuck me!"
"No! "he answered, "Mrs. Terrine might come back." "But what difference would that make? She knows that we do it." "But I don't want to." "Because you have no titties."
"What!" Tearing open my blouse, I showed him my little bubbies; he began to play with them.
I laid down and he got on top of me; once more, with one move, he started to fuck me and I helped him to put it all the way in. He did it fine and it felt so good! We soon finished and got up, leaving the wash basket as it was, and left the attic.
Now Raoul also watched Mrs. Terrine, more passionate than ever, and whenever she saw him, she took him in her rooms, as often as possible, and taught him how to do both at the same time, that is, fuck and play with her titties. He made very satisfactory progress.
She often called him from our rooms, always giving some excuse, such as asking him to get her some kerosene or beer. Whenever she came in this way, I knew what was
90 about to happen to Pierre -in her room.
Matters went on in this way, when suddenly my mother died.
I was at that time thirteen years old and developing fast. My titties had grown and quite a bunch of blonde locks had made their appearance on my little pussy. As I look back, I lay my early development to all the intercourses that I had had with the different men and boys up to the time of my mother's death; probably as many as fifty, all told.
Of those about whom I am writing, there was first my brother Pierre, then Robert, then Mr. Horage, who "tapped" me from behind, as you would a barrel of beer, about fifty times; then Alois, who often fucked me as I lay in Clementine's lap; then Mr. Eveque, then Raoul -with him only the one time; once with the soldier, once with the ragged guy, who forced me, and in addition, all the boys that
I had enticed into the cellar and who had taken a "turn" at me; also two men who caught me alone on the highway. They threw me down but were so eager that they just went off all over my stomach. Several others that I must have forgotten, but I do remember a drunken locksmith who tried to choke me, but luckily "went off" as soon as my hand touched his cock, which satisfied him.
Then I remember an old man who coaxed me into the water-closet. He sat down, standing me between his legs and rubbed his half Umber cock between my thighs until he "went off." He gave me a pair of blue garters.
In all, there were probably two dozen men.
When my mother died, I did not find out what ailed her. She was sick only two days and the day after her death they immediately took her to the morgue. We children cried a great deal, while we greatly feared our father, who was very strict with us.
My brother Jean said, "That is my punishment for your sins; Pierre's and your's!"
I was deeply touched at his words, and believed them. I 91 resolutely resolved after her death, never to do wrong again. The sight of Mr. Eveque was unbearable. After a week he left us. I breathed easier when he was out of the house.
Pierre, with whom I was now often alone, tried to feel my titties once; I slapped his face and after that he left me alone.
My mother's death had made a great change in my life. I had fully made up my mind to be good, which would probably have been the case, had not fate willed otherwise.
After the death of my mother, my conduct in school was much improved. I was more studious. For two months after her death I led a pure life, never seeing a cock, and when my pussy itched and felt as though I must -I bravely withstood all temptations to satisfy myself with my finger.
Then it was announced that all us school children must attend confession. I had decided, in order to obtain forgiveness for my sins, to confess all; even confessing that the greatest of all sins, which was to deny all that I had heretofore done. Previously, when I had confessed to the priest's understudy, at the conclusion of which he would always ask:
"Have you had intercourse with boys or men?"
I could deny it. This man was dark, tall and pale, with a firm expression and I was much afraid of him. This time, however, I decided to make a full confession.
When we went to confession, the church was filled with children. I went to the booth of an elderly, stout associate priest, with full, round face. I knew him only by sight. He seemed very generous, as he always looked friendly. At first I confessed only my minor misdeeds, but he asked:
"Have you ever had intercourse with men?"
I answered, "Yes."
Putting his face close to the grating, he asked, "With whom?" "With Pierre."
"Who is he?" "My brother."
"Your brother? So? And perhaps with others also?"
"Yes."
"Well, who?"
"With Mr. Horage."
"Who is.he?"
"The beer salesman at our house." I had to tell him all the names. He said nothing until I had finished, and after a pause, he asked:
"And how did you do this? "
I did not know how to answer, but he snapped out:
"Well, how did you do it?"
"Well," I stuttered, "with what I have got between my legs."
Shaking his head, he said, "Did you fuck?" I was surprised and answered, "Yes." "And did you also take it in your mouth?" "Yes," I answered. He breathed hard and sighed:
"Oh Lord, oh Lord, my child -deadly sins -deadly sins!"
I was nearly beside myself with fright, but he said:
"I must know all -do you hear?''
"But that will be a long confession -and the other children are waiting."
"I must give you a separate hearing, do you understand?"
"Yes, your Reverence," I stammered.
"Come to me this afternoon at two o'clock and in the meantime, you must think of everything. If you don't confess all, the Communion will not save you."
With a heavy heart I walked home. Sitting down, I thought hard to remember everything that I had done. I greatly feared this confession in his private room, fearing the penance he would inflict on me for my sins. When it was time to go, brother Jean asked where I was going all dressed up.
I answered him proudly:
"To Father Malraux -he ordered me to his house."
Jean gave me a queer look as I went out.
It was Summer, and as I entered the priest's house, I noticed a cool and holy feeling, which greatly impressed me. Reading the signs on the doors, I rapped on the one bearing Father Malraux's name.
He opened the door, in his shirt sleeves, his vest unbuttoned and I noticed his big, protruding stomach. Now, as I saw him, outside of the confessional, with his fat, red, priestly face, which looked so good, I was filled with awe and respect for him and blushed with shame when I realized what he knew about me.
"Blessed be the Lord," I said to which he answered:
"Forever, everlasting; well here you are."
As I kissed his fat hand, he closed the door; leading me through a small, dark hall, we entered his study, which looked out upon the cemetary, but green leaves outside hid the view. The room was large and painted white; on one wall hung a large crucifix; against the other stood an iron bed covered with an embroidered spread. The center of the room was taken up by a large writing table and an arm chair. The father put on his bathrobe and buttoned it, saying:
"Come here!"
We knelt in front of the cross and repeated the Lord's prayer, then taking my hand, he sat in the arm chair and leaned against the table.
"Now," he said, "I am listening."
I was so confused that I could say nothing. I remained silent, looking down.
"Now listen, my child," he said, putting his hand under my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes: "You know that you have sinned -intercourse -a deadly sin, you understand -you with your brother; a horrible crime!"
I began to tremble violently. He went on:
"Who knows, perhaps you are wholly damned and your punishment will last forever. If I am to save your soul, I must know all and you must confess all, to seek forgiveness."
I began to cry. . "Don't cry," he commanded.
I dried my tears but dared not speak.
"Yes, yes," he went on, "the temptations are great and you may not have known that you were sinning; that is such a great sin, surely, you did not. You are only a child. You did not know did you?"
Encouraged at this, I said, "No, I knew nothing."
"Now that is better; you did not do it on your own accord, but were led into it by the others."
Now, for instance, thinking at once of the first time I had heard father and mother, I eagerly replied:
"Yes, your Reverence, I was led to it."
"I thought so," he said, as he put his hand lightly on my breast. "That is what invites the tempter."
No thought of harm entered my head at this, though I felt the warmth of his hand.
"That is the work of Satan; which gives to a child, the breast of a woman." At that he put his hand on the other breast, now holding them both. "But the woman should hide their breasts from the sight of men, so as not to excite them; they are the tools of passion. God gave them to a woman so that she might nurse her young, but Satan made a 'plaything' of them to arouse the passion of men. They should be hid."
I did not think what he was doing, but listened eagerly to what he said.
"Well, now, how was it?" he said, but it was impossible for me to talk about it. "Good?" he asked mildly; then after a pause, said: "Well, I will do the talking. I see that your heart is pure, 95 you are filled with shame for your misdeeds, since you do not want to talk of these things. Now, then, I will question you; if you cannot answer, you may show me with deeds how you have sinned. Will you do this? -"
"I will your Reverence," I promised thankfully; taking his hand from my breast, I kissed it eagerly.
"I must know every kind and grade of sin that you have committed. Now begin. Did you take the cock in your mouth?"
I nodded.
"Often?"
I nodded again.
"Did you play with it in your hands?" Again I nodded. "How did you play?"
I stood there, not knowing what to do or say. "Show me exactly how -" he whispered, "how did you do it?"
I was helpless and did not move. He smiled, saying:
"Just take my cock and show me. An ordained priest is pure; he cannot sin; nothing thathedoes is sinful." I was shocked and did not stir. He took my hand whispering:
"Just take my organ and show me all your sins; I will lend you my body so that you may confess to my face and thereby purify your soul!"
With that, he put my hand in front of his trousers. I was obliged to reach far back under his stomach. Trembling, I unbuttoned his pants and found his stiff, short cock, standing upright, hid away in those black trousers.
"How did you play with it?" he asked.
Much perplexed, I put my hand around it and rubbed it back and forth several times.
With a stern face, he inquired further.
"Was that all? Don't hide anything, I tell you!" 96
Rubbing it a few more times, he asked: "What else did you do with it?"
Thinking of Clementine's act, I took it between my thumb and middle finger, tapping it with my forefinger; I slowly stripped back the foreskin. Leaning back in his chair, he wanted to know:
"What other works of art did you perform?"
I was afraid to do more; letting go of his cock, I whispered:
"I took it in my mouth."
"How?" he said breathing hard, "how did you do it?" Perplexed, I looked at him, but he looked earnest as he said:
"Are you prepared? Or, will you be ungrateful for the mercy that I have shown you? Known then, that half of your sins will already be forgiven if you do the same to me as you did to the others."
This made me quite happy, as I considered myself lucky to be able to thus have my sins forgiven. I knelt before him and put his cock into my mouth.
Only the point?" he asked.
I at once pushed it down my throat.
"And nothing else?" I heard from above my head. I began pushing it in and out -sucking it -tickling it -with my tongue.
"Your Reverence," I whispered, "I also sinned with my titties!"
"How so?" he said, as he stared at me.
"Because -oh -oh -I am coming again -while fucking I always had them playing with them and made them kiss and fondle the nipples.
I wanted to do the same, but his belly was so big that he could not reach them; he had to brace himself with his hands to keep his position.
"That will come later -I will attend to your titties later," he stammered, as he worked away. "Just let me go off now -keep on working -oh, my dear -oh! But you do know how -just let me finish in you -I will attend to your titties later; I am coming -ah, goodness -but that is good!" and stammering thus he began to squirt.
He rid himself of an awful charge, wetting everything. When he finished, he said:
"You see, my dear, I have been initiated and have imitated your seducer's vulgar speech, so that now the evil spirits will hold no more power over you!"
I sat on the edge of the bed and with his handkerchief I wiped away the flood which he had left between my legs. I was convinced, that he had been lying to me, but I said nothing. To fuck -was to fuck! He was now in the same class as Mr. Horage and Mr. Eveque, only I was more interested in him because he was more refined, and I looked up to him with great respect, because, as I thought, and I still believed that he had the power to forgive my sins. He sat down in the armchair and called to me:
"Now come here. I will attend to your breasts, as you wished it."
He unbuttoned my dress, took out my little titties which stood out like billiard balls; the nipples were like two little strawberries. He was undoubtedly fond of fresh fruit, as he took one after the other in his mouth and sucked them until thev were blood-red and hard.
"Is this the right way?"
"Yes," I answered, "that is fine."
"Well, and were you always as lazy as this while your titties were being played with?" as he made them bob up and down. Didn't you do anything -didn't you play with his cock?"
Now I realized what he wanted and I began playing with his cock, but it was limber and would not stand.
"Sit on the table," he commanded, which I did; he braced my feet on his knees.
"Now," he said, "we will have the best of all!" 98
I did not know what he meant, but I just smiled.
"Yes," my priest remarks, "now I will cleanse you of all the sinning that you have done."
At that he raised my dress so that my cunt was bare. He placed my legs over his shoulders, put his head between my legs; I had to brace myself with my elbows to keep from falling back. Putting his mouth to my cunt, I could feel his hot breath. I still did not know what he was about to do, but hoped for something pleasant. A strange feeling came over me as I felt his lips pressed against my slit. He ran his tongue in it from top to bottom; I had never experienced such bliss and rapture before. Heretofore I had sucked the men off, but this good Father was the first one to us? his tongue on me! I squeezed my cunt together as though I was receiving a new kind of cock. He raised his head to inquire if I liked it.
Trembling and filled with curiosity, I replied that I certainly did! When he again inserted his tongue -the pleasure was so great that it pained me.
He asked, "Has anyone ever done this to you before?"
"No," I answered, raising my seat so my "opening" presented a veritable cup.
"That will cleanse you -that will free you of all sins," he said and I grabbed his head pushing it down so that he could make better use of his mouth and tongue than talk. Now he began, first playing with his tongue around my clitoris; I felt as though an electric current was shooting through my entire body -my mouth -my titties; the innermost regions of my cunt seemed electrified as he touched me with his tongue! I lost my breath -the room seemed to be going round and round -I closed my eyes, and all at once he pushed his tongue all the way up into my gaping cunt! I danced a jig on the table with my ass -Lord -what was plain fucking -compared to this!
As I jumped up and down, I rubbed my cunt all over his face -I felt his tongue shoot away into me -trembling, 99 again, on my clitoris -continuously sucking.
I went off -it felt as though he were sucking my whole insides! This was far better than any fucking that I had ever experienced. I had but one thought, that of a big cock going into me -clear to my stomach.
"I am coming again -always coming -!" I yelled. "Oh, this is heaven -it has never been so good as this -oh, fuck me -your Reverence -please -I'll cry and scream." I fell back with my head striking the ink well.
He sat up his face blue and his mouth covered with slimy froth.
"Come," he mumbled, "sit on me, you can have my cock once more."
He leaned back, I held on to the arms of the chair; I could only reach the head of his cock, as his big belly was in the way. Holding on to my titties, so I would not fall off, in this manner we accomplished another "round," which we both enjoyed hugely. Letting me down from his lap, he handed me a towel, as I would probably want to dry myself.
I arranged my clothing and waited further developments but nothing occured. He bade me go, saying:
"I will pray for you. In the morning come to me in the church for confession."
I kissed his hand and went.
As he was about to unlock the door someone knocked. He opened the door and I saw one of my schoolmates He cut her off short, saying:
"I have no time for you today; come tomorrow."
He let me out and locked the door behind us. She and I walked home together and talked a great deal. Her name was Melanie; the daughter of the inn keeper, and she looked the part.
Although she was only thirteen, she was very stout; her feet spread apart as she walked; her ass was large and broad. Her titties were so large that she could not see her navel.
Melanie and I walked down the stairs together and she asked:
"What have you been doing at Reverend Father's?"
"What did you want of him?" I asked in reply.
"I can imagine what you did," she said.
"Well, what do you think that I did?"
"Made a confession of all your sins with men."
I had to laugh at that.
"Have you often been to him?" I asked.
"Oh I?" she smiled, "I have been probably twenty times
-and the Levrette girl, the Genout, the Hilaire and the Simone girls have all been to him."
These were all schoolmates of ours. I was greatly surprised.
Melanie went on, "Did he do it to you with his mouth?"
I was careful, so I asked, "Did he to you?"
"Certainly," she replied, he always does it with his mouth
-he does it to all the girls that way -that is for the real cleansing. It is a good way, isn't it? Has anyone ever done it to you that way before?" she asked me.
"No," I replied, "this was the first time today."
She boasted, "Our waiter does it to me as often as I want him to. All I have to do is to go into the waiter's room."
"And how about the other waiters?"
"Oh, they won't come in when we are in there -they know."
"What? " I asked, perplexed, "they know of it?"
"Certainly!" she said, "they fuck me too, when I want them to. We have a cashier, a porter, a bartender and the driver. They all sleep in the waiter's room. Two years ago I drove with the driver to the suburbs, returning, we reached the open prairie. It was dark. I felt his hand on my titties, they were as large as your's are now."
"Louis, what are you doing?" I asked him. He did not answer, but stopped the horse, and reaching into my dress, took hold of my large titties.
"Louis," I said again, "what are you up to?" He did not answer but raised my dress and felt my pussy.''
"What do you want, Louis?" I asked him innocently. Of course I knew what he wanted, for the Levrette girl had told me all about what men and women do. But I had never done it myself. "Now, what do you want, Louis?" I asked again. Then he got off the wagon and said:
"Come, Miss Melanie," he helped me off the wagon, laid me down on some wheat aside from the road. I was quite pleased, as I thought:
Now I will find out what it is, and whether the Levrette girl has told the truth or not?
"As I laid there, he immediately got between my legs; took hold of my titties and I felt him trying to push his cock into me. It hurt me so badly that I screamed, but he held his hand over my mouth and in a short time as he began working in and out, it began to feel good, in spite of all the pain. Soon he went off, we climbed back on the wagon.
Soon he said, "Miss Melanie, you must wash yourself when you get home, so that no one will notice the blood.
"What blood, I said.
"Well," he said, you won't tell, you were still a maiden, and now -it is broken!" Soon he said: "You won't tell, will you Miss Melanie?"
I snuggled close to him. Reaching for his pants, he took out his cock and put my hand on it. I played with it until we neared the house.
Then he suddenly remarked, "Victor is a damn liar!"
"Why?" I asked.
"Because he told me that he had fucked you.'' "I became angry and swore that Victor had never touched me. Victor is our bartender. A few days later I met Louis in the barn, and he laid me on the feed-box and screwed me, but his cock would not go in then like it does now.''
"Can you get it away in?" I enviously asked, "I mean with a grown person?"
"Of course! Long ago -our cashier, Leo, has a cock as big as a stud horse, and he gets all the way in, and so does our teacher."
She was very proud of her achievement.
"I don't believe it," I said.
"If you don't believe it why leave it" she answered curtly. After a pause she suggested:
"If you don't believe it, come with me. I am going to the waiter's room, because his Reverence did not do it today to me, and if Leo is there you can watch him do it and be convinced. The Levrette girl would not believe it either, so I showed her."
"All right! I answered, "I will go with you." I was intensely curious to see this fat girl at it. I was hoping that I might get a chance to play with her big titties myself. I was always greatly interested in nice, big breasts, and I was also in hope that I might find a new cock. I was now anxious for another 'piece' myself.