With something of a grunt and a groan-perhaps even a hint of a sigh!-Monsieur Delfond fell to his knees behind the entrancing girl in the very moment that she commenced to raise her robe. With what delicacy and apparent hesitancy she did so! Were I to award gold medals, Blanche would certainly have one! First her calves were revealed, then the sweet indipping of her knees, then her swelling thighs until at last (glory of glories!) her luscious orb was fully bared for his attention. Peeping through an adjacent aperture in the wall as she was, Sylvia uttered a little sigh which I doubted not stemmed from the fact that she does not share the same dormitory as Blanche, but would dearly wish to. Making a mental note that the two must be brought together privately as amourously as possible, I passed my nearest hand up beneath the attractive girl's skirt and fondled her own warm derriere, much to her delight, for she wriggled it in order to accommodate my enquiring fingers the better! What a perfect pleasure it is, as we well know between us, to toy amourously with a companion while viewing the indiscreet pleasures of others! “Bend forward a little, my dear,” now murmured Monsieur Delfond huskily.
“Yes, sir,” replied Blanche dutifully and, so doing, placed her hands upon her knees whereat, of course, her ardent bottom made immediate contact with the gentleman's nose, which found itself most happily, I am sure, pressed between her springy cheeks. Drawing then his face back, and one that was all aglow, the Inspector reached up and clasped Blanche's hips lightly as though bidding her be still, though Blanche was as a very nubile statue and in a most enticing pose. “You… you… you have, I believe, a speck of dirt on your b… b… bottom,” stammered he, inspecting in fact what is a perfectly sweet beauty spot situated most strategically on her right cheek close to her groove. “Oh! Please then remove it, if you will, before you pull my drawers up,” said Blanche, who was so naughtily displaying her pouting nest beneath her orb that but an extension of his tongue would have reached it. Monsieur, however, had other ideas, and such as emboldened me to nimbly untie the bows of Sylvia's drawers, which, drooping immediately to her knees, allowed me to finger both her orifices. Passing his hand cautiously around the front of Blanche's left thigh, Monsieur Delfond lowered his other to quickly free his member, which-my goodness!-was not of the very noblest but a good eight inches long and full in girth. Sylvia uttered an incautious little murmur upon seeing it, whereat I whispered to her not to utter a sound lest we be heard. His member now nakedly upstanding, the gentleman displayed his further opportunism now by licking all about Blanche's beauty spot (which he could have mistaken for no other than that) as if endeavouring to remove it.
“Ooooh-ah!” gasped that maiden, “has it g… g… gone, sir?”
“Not yet, my dear, it has slipped a little further in. Permit me.
Bend a trifle further if you can.” This Blanche obeying with a murmur not unlike dear Sylvia's, so that her hands then rested beneath her knees, the gentleman twirled his tongue a little and pointed it deep with her groove. Ah yes! feuille de rose, as we call it! “Whoooo!” Blanche choked, though being well-tutored and this not being the first seeking tongue she had had in her nether orifice, the dear girl squeezed up her eyes with pleasure and even bulged her bottom more into Monsieur Delfond's face until I had no doubt at all that the warm snake of his tongue was well embedded and (if he knew his tricks) was twirling as well within as it had done without.
Bent over in profile to us as she was, Blanche's pretty face was a perfect picture of surprise and pleasure. Her breath hissed through her nostrils, and she dearly wished, I know, to rotate her bottom gently, but did not wish to seem so forward. What restraint she showed as he commenced to tongue her thus, the tip emerging only to delve within again until her eyes screwed up with delight! “Is it… is it g… g… gone, sir?” she asked in trembling tones. “My dear, it is utterly elusive. Pray move forward, will you not, and rest your hands upon the back of that chair. You will be more comfortable thus,” abjured he who was showing himself unconscionably wicked and was lucky indeed to find himself in MY establishment and not some prudish one where girls wear tightened drawers all day, and even in the night for all I know! A little comedy ensued for a matter of seconds as Blanche cautiously inched forward and took with her hands the wooden bar of the chair between the back struts. Being thus, she maintained her “stance of offering” well, leaving the gentleman for a moment a few feet behind her. Bless her, though, she did not glance back but remained as I wished her to in that submissive pose with head hung down so that her eyes had but sight of the seat of the chair.
Thereupon Monsieur Delfond rose quickly and came to stand immediately behind her globular cheeks with his cock at full stand and all but brushing the velvety surface. “If you will but permit it, Mademoiselle, I have a syringe here whereby we can extract the wretched speck which otherwise might tickle you,” he murmured, having as most men do the gall to believe that Blanche was as innocent as she looked-or rather, I should say, did not, for her pose was an extremely lewd one in all conscience (I am glad to say!) and Monsieur clearly meant to take the utmost advantage of it. “Hold still,” he uttered and therewith gently parted the young girl's springy nether cheeks and so fully exposed the wrinkled aperture that was his goal. Bending his knees a trifle, he gazed for a second at the ceiling as if in devout prayer and then with a hissing out of his breath brought the purplish knob of his stiff penis to pulse against her hole. “Oh, s… s… sir, it f… f… feels like a big syringe!” quavered Blanche, who was skillful enough to seem to turn her head and yet did not. “It will fit, my pet. Have patience. Hold your bottom still. What an adorable one you have!” “Oh!” exclaimed Blanche then, as if in return for his compliment, though in fact her surprised gasp was caused by the deeper intrusion of his parting thumbs and the act that the bulbous head of his penis nubbed immediately against her bottomhole. All that I have so for taught the dear girl now came into play. “Ooooh no!” she uttered as with the first pressure of his loins the well-moistened rubbery rim of her aperture ceded to demand and allowed his knob to enter. “Ho, ho, ho, but its naughty!” she began to sob and pressed her hips back into him with artful cunning as though to rid herself of the intruder, whereas of course the supple movement served precisely to assist him in lodging a good three inches within.
Her hands then pressed-up as if she would raise herself, but being the quicker of the two (though he knew not the actress in her), Monsieur Delfond grasped the nape of her neck firmly with one hand and thrust her down again. I have advised my senior girls, of course, that they will always come to such a moment as this and that the male invariably clamps the young lady in this way- and usually to good effect. A strong girl may struggle successfully, but this my pupils are taught NOT to do, but merely to give every sign of apparently so doing while suffering the first insertion of the cock in their bottoms. It being a natural reaction for a novice to rebel at finding herself corked-or about to be-one can temper apparent rebellion with such restraint and art as I have taught them. Thus with a seemingly pathetic little whimper, Blanche allowed her head and shoulders to sink again as if she could not help but submit to the clamping hand.