Chapter One June 15, 2007
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Here we have for your reading pleasure the entirety of Chapter One. There is at the beginning a biologically amorous base considered by some more “normal”, before all of the many sexual proclivities and perversities are explored. Things can warm up quickly after that…
(From Anna’s Journal)
It’s really true! All the things Sofia told me early in the term weren’t just stories. She was the only friend I had here at this sinkhole of a school, with nothing but girls and all of them snotty. Well, I can hold my own in the attitude department, thank you! But it WAS nice having someone to talk with late at night. We swapped books, shared treats from outside, and eventually confidences. She didn’t tell me everything at first. In fact, I bet she left some things out, now that I know. At first we just talked about regular things: clothes, and boys, and kissing, and shoes, and movies, and boys…
She told me she had seen the stable boy pissing one day. She said his thing was in his hand like some fat sausage, and he squeezed it after he was done. She told me he was almost as big as some of the horses!
I was shocked that she would admit having noticed them, but I knew exactly what she meant. Three months later, when she left school suddenly, it was rumored she had been caught out by nature and by Matron–that Sofia and the stable boy had been caught rutting in the hay late one night, and that she was quite knocked up.
I could believe it, though none of the other girls said they did, but then, I had watched them do it several times before. The part I had a hard time believing was that she could take that much of his pole. It looked huge in the moonlight, even from where I sprawled hidden in concealment, watching them as I frigged myself, my wet slit drenching my busy fingers. He was very large, direct, and quick to the point, with few preliminaries. He seemed single minded in his pursuits, always flipping up her skirts and beginning to fuck, with a steady, muscled piston action that she willingly accepted! They had little time together, and HAD to be quick, poor things.
But on that last occasion, they were not quick enough it would seem. One of the girls overheard Matron telling Cook, or so the story goes (and luckily I was not spying on them on this occasion, or I would have been found out as well, caught with my hands in my knickers and a very wet spot!) She found them locked together like dogs, and she watched them for quite some while; she told Cook-he had a tool meant for bigger jobs, and she needed to observe for her report.
She waited till the boy began to buck and shake, pumping at Sofia’s bent and opened form like a maddened bull, and then she silently stepped out and smacked his exposed buttocks loudly and cruelly hard with her man-sized hand, the opened palm and fingers leaving bright red marks…or so I heard.
It coincided with his climax. He jerked even deeper inside poor Sofia, pinned there like a butterfly, naked in the hay this time (they were taking such a chance!) as she took his spray inside her, and then all over her backside and thighs as he was so rudely pulled from her. Being the big strong behemoth that Matron is, she marched them straight away to the Headmaster’s Office, not even allowing the tousled pair time to dress themselves.
There they were both chastised, and the stable boy was taken away by Matron; he was gone the next day, and has not returned. (It is too bad, as I was just beginning to think I would try the things Sofia suggested. She had urged me to study him much more closely, and had been so helpful in many ways. But it was not to be, and just as well, if he is so terribly fertile. Perhaps he’s being kept at stud like a breeding stallion somewhere; now there’s quite a fitting punishment!)
Sometimes I liked to think of him, somewhere, kept busy at his labors, kept hard and helpless, as girls surrounded him and pulled at his prong, while some of them held his hands and used them rudely to pleasure themselves, much as I was doing as these thoughts occupied my late night fancies. I have been doing it more often since watching those two rutting away. It was lovely, and I’m almost sorry he did not return. Sometimes at our lessons, I think about what it must be like, about how I would feel, being opened and filled up like that, being with a lover, being naked and so wantonly displayed, as was Sofia. She is very beautiful in her way. The boys all think so too. But they haven’t seen her naked, as I have, excepting, (of course) the stable boy. He’s the only one, at least she says it, and I do believe her.
As to Sofia herself–she told me what happened in breathless whispers the next day, her demeanor soft and languid with some great exhaustion. I had ditched French, which was easy to do when Mam’selle drinks like that the night before! It was in a stolen half hour after breakfast that we spoke, when Sofia had been returned to the dormitory, where she was waiting for the car to arrive and take her away…because she was indeed pregnant.
The Headmaster had talked to her for quite some time after the Matron had taken the stable boy away. She was made to stand there, naked to his gaze, hands clasped behind her at the waist, feet a little apart and terribly open to his examination. She was pale and terrified, marked only a little by the attentions she had previously received: her breasts a little reddened from the boy’s rough fingers, and from rubbing the harsh wool blanket when he had mounted her from the rear and plowed her like the farm boy he was.
Of course her lips were a little bruised from hurried kisses. Her mound though was quite swollen and still red, from the friction of his shaft as he plumbed her depths. She reeked of her own arousal and the slick, still wet coating of his potent sperm. It dripped slowly down her thighs, and made her feel so whorish and ashamed.
The Headmaster would not let her close her legs. He looked at the gleaming skin there and smiled as he met her eyes. She blushed vividly as he continued to look at her silently, his eyes taking in every detail, and knowing exactly what they told of her activities. She had been very naughty, this little naked nymph. He told her so.
He took her to a little examination room, and probed her deeply, proving that she had indeed given herself up to a thorough fucking earlier. She was horribly embarrassed, as the boy’s come slid down her naked limbs, and her own wetness increased in a flow as he worked her squishy cunt with his fingers while she stood bent at the waist, arms resting before her on a leather doctor’s table.