'Eloise, you may come in,' came the grave voice of the headmistress. 'Please close the door.'
I walked into her study, which I had visited with my mother on the day of my arrival.
The headmistress was at her desk, studying some papers.
'Here is your friend's confession,' the headmistress said without looking at me.
I stood before her, not having been offered a chair, which was just as well for I kept a secret under my dress, which would have made the act of sitting down rather awkward. I tried to spy what those words said, and whether I could see my name anywhere on the page, but I could not decipher them.
The headmistress looked at me with a mixture of disgust and disappointment. Her rage had by now cooled down, and she spoke in a cold, detached tone, obviously considering me a desperate case she wanted to dismiss quickly.
'I confess, I didn't have much hope when I saw you but a few months ago, and I wasn't wrong. I believe, while you have some modest talent with the classics, your progress in other subjects has been the least remarkable this institute has ever seen. Your ineptitude, slovenliness, and crass ignorance have been the only glaring quality of your stay. Obviously,' the headmistress continues with obvious relish for this speech, 'you have never found reason to put any work into books for the mere reason, I now see plainly, that your talents lie elsewhere. Don't they?'
She stood up and came towards me.
Mlle Renouf was taller than me. Her strong, stocky frame was imposing, and her ugly face twisted into a most horrible mask, which made me quiver as she approached me.
'Do you have anything to say in your defence?'
I remained as calm as I could and said:
'Headmistress, I have nothing to say because I don't know the charge being brought against me.'
This startled the headmistress, who, recovering from such cheek, reddened in the face and exclaimed:
'You don't? You don't? Haven't I just found you in the most disgusting state of undress, embracing another student, also naked? I have heard all about your involvement in that obscene display!'
Many veins on her neck and forehead were bulging under the skin, and her eyes seemed to push out of their sockets, as she spoke.
'Is that the crime? Nakedness?' I said, once more staying as calm and pretending to be completely unaffected by her speech.
'To being with!' Mlle Renouf shouted.
I nodded, quite casually. I knew my fate was sealed, and this certainty gave me enough courage to continue with great conviction the comedy I had begun.
'I didn't know this was a crime,' I said.
'It wasn't a crime? It wasn't… a crime? I don't believe it! You are then denser than I had thought you to be!' The headmistress retorted.
'Headmistress, I believed that, on the contrary, such things were encouraged in this institute,' I said, not quite believing my nerve.
Once again, the headmistress was taken aback by my words and my calm demeanour.
'This institute is one of the leading organisations in France for the education of young women,' Mlle Renouf shouted, 'I wouldn't permit any such filth within its walls. You are a depraved, foul thing, and I…'
I then interrupted her speech, feeling that it was going to take quite a while, with a laugh.
'But mademoiselle, don't you entertain the prefects quite regularly in your study at night,' I began, 'and aren't the prefects nude? And, most of all, aren't you nude as well, during these meetings?'
As I said these words, Mlle Renouf began to tremble. Then, she began to stutter in a low voice:
'I… I… would never… How did you… Who told you…'
'Oh, mademoiselle…' I began, now advancing towards her, 'I know your type: so pure, so principled…'
As I spoke the headmistress retreated towards the back wall.
'I have my own principles. What's wrong with that?' I continued, walking towards her, filled with conviction.
'That's such immoral talk,' Mlle Renouf whispered, without conviction.
'I bet the parents of the students would have the same opinion of your own principles, should they hear about them,' I continued.
'You won't… You can't…'
'We'll see about that.'
By now we had reached the end of the room. Mlle Renouf had her back against the wall, and I was standing right before her.
I could feel I was winning the argument. If reasons couldn't, blackmail was sure to.
'People like you,' I said, 'are not so smart as they think: you pretend to teach me, but I could teach you… Oh, the things I know, that you couldn't even imagine. I remember you told me, when I arrived at the school, how proud you were of not having ever known man.'
'I didn't,' the headmistress said, hoping to find a portion of my argument she could rebuttal.
I smiled and said:
'I'm sure of, but I believe that's not out of principle – there's nothing ugly or unpleasant about a man – but out of… what? Spite, fear, ignorance?'
'Men are vile creatures, prey to their lowest instincts,' the headmistress said.
'But,' I then replied with much conviction, 'they have something we, women, need and like very much. Now,' I continued, searching under the folds of my dress, here the headmistress followed my actions with a worried look on her face, 'let me give you a demonstration.'
Mlle Renouf cried out a profanity in a choked voice, when she saw what I had brought in with me.
'What is that?' she asked.
'This,' I said, holding the frightful object in my hand, 'is called The Stations of the Cunt. A fascinating object, don't you think? It comes from the East. Let me give you a demonstration of its use.'
With one hand I held the long phallus before the headmistress's eyes.
'Never!' she cried.
'Oh, but you are a very ignorant woman, and you will need to learn your lesson,' I said to her.
Then, I placed my spare hand on her crotch.
She let out a gasp.
'I know how to make the lesson sweeter, headmistress,' I said, pressing my fingers on that valley between her thighs.
'Mademoiselle,' the headmistress said, pleadingly.
'I know what you like…' I whispered in a lulling tone to her ear.
'Please,' she said, relenting a little.
I pressed my breasts against her torso and asked:
'Aren't you even a little curious?'
The headmistress sighed and I felt her thighs part a little and her body relax. She placed one hand on my hair, caressing it.
'Oh, what is this? What will you do to me?'
I began to undo the laces of her dress, and, as I did this, I said:
'We'll start very slowly… Now, like this… See? Let me feel your breasts… How nice and plump they are…'
I ran my hands on her body, as each part emerged.
Her severe garments dropped to the floor, one after the other, until she was completely naked.
Mlle Renouf was a rather fat woman, with large pendulous breasts, and a wide behind. As I had heard, she was hairless and very pink.
I placed my hand on her vulva and began massaging her.
'You know this?' I asked.
'Yes…' she whispered.
The headmistress's eyes were closed. She was now biting her lip, torn between the pleasure I was now eliciting and the fearful anticipation of what I had promised her.
'Then, why don't you lie down? That's a good girl,' I said, now taking full control of the situation.
The woman slowly lay on the floor.
I never once lost contact with her body, fearing that this might break the spell I had created. I kept massaging her clitoris, and, as soon as she was supine on the floor, I pressed on the little opening with my index finger.
'Not there…' she said.
I lay next to her and went back to the clitoris for a moment. This was long and fleshy, and it sat atop a large set of fat lips that protruded like the petals of some exotic flower.
I kept my lips close to her ear, and I said:
'Don't be afraid… Let me show you…'
The headmistress was now excited by what my finger were doing. She was sighing loudly.
'No, no… Just slap it…' she said.
I purposefully avoided any force in my caresses, knowing that these would produce an orgasm; instead, I kept my touch light and my action very gentle, if relentless. This had the effect of filling her with a great desire.
'You are driving me mad… Ahhh,' she cried. 'Please, slap it!'
'Not yet,' I replied. 'Let me show you what you've been missing. It's so beautiful.'
'Oooh… Like this… Aaahhh…' she said, now overwhelmed by my caresses. 'Just hit me.'
I knew she couldn't come in this manner and would not be able to resist me much longer.
She began moving back and forth, as her body, unknowingly to her for she had never experienced it, was simulating the movement of a woman being fucked by a man.
She brought her hands to her breasts, but I halted my caresses and said:
'Don't, mademoiselle.'
She put her hands down, and, after a moment, I resumed my stimulation of her clitoris.
'Please…' she begged.
I kept denying those attentions she longed for, and I made my touch, if possible, even lighter than before.
'Let me put it in,' I coaxed her.
'Yes, yes,' she said.
Her thighs were spread apart, and I slowly moved my hand down the ridge of her labia. Having found the opening of her vagina, which was very tight, I pressed on it with my middle finger. At first, it felts like there was no canal inside, that I was pressing against a soft, warm wall. Then, the wall was somehow gone, and I could feel a little opening. I then moved inside it, gently but without holding back.
'Ah!' she yelped.
'See? It's already inside…' I said.
'Yes… yes…'
I moved my finger back and forth a little. That opening was very wet because of my stimulation.
'Mademoiselle,' I said, 'you're very wet: your own body is preparing to be taken.'
She said nothing, but moaned in a little voice, torn between pleasure and fear.
I took my hand away, looking for the toy I had brought with me.
'What will you do?' the headmistress asked.
'It's time for your lesson,' I said.
The headmistress raised her head to look down.
'I have never known a man…' she said.
I smiled and put the glans of the phallus against her opening.
'It's not a man,' I said. 'But it's very close.'
I then pushed a portion of it inside the woman.
'Aaah!' she cried.
'One…' I said, moving the object in a few inches, and then moving it out.
'Two…'
The object went in once more.
'Three…'
'Aaah… Oh, God!' the headmistress cried.
'Is it nice?' I asked.
'Yes, yes… Don't stop…' Mlle Renouf replied.
I kept moving the object in and out. Now and then, I added an inch to the penetration, which provoked a louder exclamation.
'Ahhh! I've never… Oh, how she fucks!... Put it in… Yes… Aaah!' the headmistress moaned.
'Imagine,' I whispered. 'a man can put this in your mouth – there, take it! – , you can lick it all around, and taste it… Or he can put it in your pussy, or even in your ass – take some more! – and you can be frightened once more for that hole might seem too small to take it all… – you like it, eh? – And each small inch will make you stretch and cry and then crave for more.'
The headmistress was writhing under the blows of that perfected and enhanced imitation of a man's virility. She willingly offered her pussy to it. To aid her pleasure, she was massaging her clitoris and holding one tit very firmly, which I allowed.
'Sometimes,' I continued, 'you can take two men at one time: one in the pussy and one in the ass… Think of the pleasure they will give you. It can take your breath away…'
'I believe you're making me come,' she whined, almost desperate for a release.
'They can slap your ass as they take you, bite your tits,' I kept whispering. 'A man can even put his dick down your throat and make you choke, while another man might lick your cunt… Won't you like that?'
'Aaah! It's coming… Ow, it's coming…' she cried.
'You like it, eh? See how good it is? Aren't I a good teacher?'
'Yes… yes…' The headmistress took the phallus from my hands and began to move it in and out of her with great force. 'Aaaahhhh! Oh, my God, I'm cooooooomiiiiing! Shiiiiiiit!'
I watched her as she arched her back and shut her thighs, still holding that object in her hands. Then, exhausted, she rested on the floor.
She still held that exotic object inside her.
I gently extracted it and saw that it was smeared with blood from her lost virginity.
'I hope this absolves me from any accusation that might have been moved towards me,' I said.
The headmistress was staring at the ceiling and was saying stupidly:
'I never thought it could be so good. Oh, I never… So good…'
I made to stand up and exit, holding the phallus in my hand.
'Please leave it with me,' the headmistress begged.
I laughed.
'Mademoiselle,' I said, 'the world is full of men who can please you in much better ways. I have taught you enough for you to know what to ask.'
Then, I took the papers that were on the desk, and that most likely contained an account of our orgy and, possibly, the accusations that Odile had made towards me to exculpate herself, and I wiped the great dildo with them.
I finally made a curtsy towards Mlle Renouf, who still lay in a state of great dishevelment and exhaustion, and excused myself, feeling quite merry and knowing that my stay at the school would be much more pleasant from then on.