No matter how excited she was by the vocations of all those voluptuous memories, Monique stopped masturbating, because she wanted to keep her strength for the same night. Once again she lit a cigarette, but in the clouds of blue smoke the main events of her amorous life soon appeared.
Life went on as usual at the boarding school, up to Easter vacation. She shared her time between the greedy suckings of her little girl friends, and Sylvie's exhausting sadism and flagellation sessions. Monique was more and more enslaved to the whip and the penetration of nozzles and dildoes in her ass, and developed a taste for exhibitionism. She loved to parade in exciting attire in front of Sylvie, but her excitation was increased when men were present. What emotions did she endure every time she came in Sylvie's apartment, but also what deception when no men were there to see her. But Sylvie, who by then knew all the possibilities of Monique's body and also her inclination to the pleasures of Sodom, did not hesitate any more to invite her friends, amateurs of fleshly games. As a rule, they were “benefactors” or people financially helping the boarding school, and Monique was flagellated, and received in her body a dozen pricks of various sizes, belonging to the most influential men of the County. But the huge dildo, so energetically handled by the monk, had enlarged her asshole enough to allow her to enjoy the hardest and deepest penetrations. Now she could give herself without any restraint and she let her moaning express freely her satisfaction.
Twice again the monk came back with his little box; he flagellated the beautiful body and forced, with the same pitiless determination, the little hole before digging his hardened tool in her ass.
Monique also answered Sylvie's ardent caresses by no less ardent suckings, but she also made use of a special dildo. Made out of a very soft and nice wood, it had the size and perfect shape of the ideal sex. Very often in her delirium the young woman tried to penetrate the young girl's sex with the wooden fake sex. But the girl had always managed to avoid losing her virginity under the efforts of the other woman. Monique knew that one day she would have to lose that last rampart between her and the complete satisfaction of her desires. But she wanted to be able to choose her initiator. However, sometimes she ardently desired to be raped by a real member, either consenting, or submitted by a savage flagellation. But she always resisted that wish.
For Easter vacations she came back by her Aunt Sonia. She had met Max Darcourt again, and with a few words he let her know that he was acquainted with all the details of her amorous life at Merval's boarding school. Monique, the next day, went to his place and abandoned her body to his desires. She let him force her buttocks, tightened for a certain time. But he wanted better sensations, now that he knew what Monique appreciated. He persuaded her to accept a meeting at his place, with a group of safe and carefully chosen friends. They created a kind of club, limited to six members, all lovers of beauty, voluptuousness and flagellation. Monique was more their queen than their slave. They always kept a high sense of tact and dignity in their meetings. As they loved feminine disguise they asked in the beginning of their association that Monique come dressed as a peasant girl. And the same night, wrapped in a long black cape, Monique came to Max's villa. Six men were waiting for her in a cozy little room-there was only a dim light given by bulbs hidden in seashells on the ground. The whole room was furnished with low furniture, a little bit in the Japanese style. And everywhere, pillows, poufs, and other commodities were strewn. Monique moved amidst the group. They were all sitting on cushions, on the thick wool rug. She could feel the looks of the men trying to see under her too short peasant frock-she of course had no underclothes. Darcourt pointed her toward the refreshments posed on a nearby table, and told her to serve the drinks. She took the glasses one by one and according to Darcourt's instructions, she put them on the low table, turning her back to the guests sitting on the carpet. Thus she was displaying her naked bottom and her silk-covered thighs and legs. Her tightened legs did not allow more than the end of her cunt to show, and only a few silky fair hairs. Then she had to pose across each champagne glass a piece of dry biscuit and each time she bent she could feel on her flesh the warm breeze of the man's breath, panting with desire.
She was ashamed, but also pervertedly excited to see those dimly lit faces looking avidly at her naked bottom, just lit by the light coming from the shells on the ground.
When she finished serving them, she waited in silence. Darcourt brought her some kind of thick transparent glass chair. It was a V shaped glass panel, with the hands of the V separated horizontally. It was resting on three chrome feet and had the size and height of a normal chair. Between the feet was posed a very clear triangular mirror, inclined to 45°; in both front feet, were concealed two electric bulbs that were illuminating the superior part of the contraption and the two branches of the transparent V.
Darcourt asked Monique to sit down. She obeyed, her bottom resting on the point of the V while her legs were spread on the two separate branches of the transparent V. Her frock, covering her thighs did not allow her to see under her legs, but she understood the exhibition that she was performing for those men who were bending toward her and staring at the ground.
The light was directed on her buttocks, her offered sex, and everyone could see in the mirror, without leaving her any possibility of defense, all of her most intimate secrets. They could see between her legs the rosy sex nested in the middle of the thick, slightly open and perpetually damp lips.
A very exciting apparition indeed. In the men's eyes it was easy to discover the reactions to that immodest performance.
They had all turned their little lamps out, and the only light left was the source hidden in the chair's feet, and its reflection in the mirror. It was the triumph and exultation of her sex- it seemed to offer itself like a pink mouth, and call for a kiss. It was outrageously provocative. Monique felt a strange voluptuousness come in her; mixed shame, desire, restrained lust, impatience. Her temples were painful with the heavy beat of her blood. Her hands were nervously pressing her knees under the dress. She wanted to get up, but at the same time it was as if some invisible power was nailing her to her transparent chair.
She realized that Darcourt was behind her. With an unusually harsh tone of voice he spoke:
“Little Monique, I am sure that you must be thirsty too. Let me 'serve' you a drink like a good little girl.”
She was listening, waiting. She felt him kneeling behind her; she saw his hand by her side, holding an ebony nozzle, middle-sized, surrounded by an ivory shaft. An unspeakable emotion came violently in her and she remembered all the poles and various stakes that had been forced into her painful but consenting flesh. She closed her eyes. She felt the nozzle when its extremity brushed past her cunt. The shiny, well-polished end lazily rubbed the little puckered mouth, as if it was trying by that contact the smooth, hard contour of her anus. Opening her eyes, Monique saw the men's eyes looking, staring at the mirror between her legs, and lost in the voluptuous contemplation of the slow penetration of the long nozzle in her body. Monique contracted herself-in vain… The stake was sliding without any difficulty into her and the flat little ivory circle soon touched the lips of her asshole.
Darcourt dropped the nozzle, and the vision of that behind, with the tube and little rubber pipe coming out of it, was really a masterpiece of eroticism. Monique started to feel relieved, and she stopped contracting her muscles, but at the same time, the nozzle, pulled out by the pipe's weight, started sliding out of her ass.
“But it is not big enough for that greedy mouth,” said Darcourt. “For a bigger mouth, it takes a bigger glass.”
He pulled the nozzle completely out. Monique-not too anxious but really ashamed- sighed a little.
“Hush, hush, little girl, this is a nice class. Are you really that impatient to drink? In that case, that is exactly what you need.”
Monique saw him adjust a bigger nozzle with a thicker bubble. He showed it to her, and she blushed-it was about the size of a normal man's prick. She contemplated that shiny instrument, oiled with vaseline, and when she realized how big the end was, said: “No, no!”
But Darcourt was already posing the little head on the side of her asshole, and pushing, he forced the sensitive mouth to absorb the nozzle with a soft and mushy sound. Monique hid her face between her hands so that she would not see the devilish look on the men's faces. One contortion of her belly made clear for her that the thing was coming in her softly, but irresistibly. She felt it slide, fill her ass and her belly, and then stop, when the last bump reached the lips of her asshole.
Darcourt got up and came in front of her to watch the voluptuous scene in the mirror under her. It was a symphony of black, pink, red, and other fleshy tones. And also an erotic vision of a voluptuous enema…
Darcourt put a crystal vase in Monique's hands. From its bottom ran a pipe that was adjusted to the nozzle, and it dug into Monique's ass.
“My friends,” he said, “we are going to drink to the return among us of our favorite child. Therefore, we shall pour a little bit of liquid out of our glasses into hers. Cheers, little girl…” And Darcourt poured half of the content of his glass into the transparent vase.
One by one they all did the same thing, and soon Monique felt the cold liquid come weakly in her burning belly.
“And now, let us raise our glasses for a toast in her honor, and let delightful child drink with us.”
Monique saw the men raising their glasses towards her, and she hesitated a little bit. Then, at her turn, she raised slowly the limpid vase, containing the sparkling and cold liquid. They emptied their glasses, but at the same time they were all looking attentively at the level of the liquid in the vases that Monique was holding in her hands. They were fascinated by the slow progression of the liquid into her burning inside, as if sucked by some mysterious force. They could all imagine the liquid flowing into her most intimate flesh, softly sparkling in her guts. Monique, her eyes closed, was enjoying that new pleasure and a fresh sensation was coming in her.
Soon enough the vase was empty, but Darcourt lifted it up so that no drop would be lost then he removed the tube from the extremity of the nozzle. The nozzle alone was emerging from her insides like a thick licorice lollipop out of a pink and greedy mouth.
They took all their time to admire that pornographic vision, and Monique felt a delightful warmth grow in her, but she was getting tipsy. She looked imploringly at Darcourt; he understood, and came to her, and slowly removed the nozzle, then he showed her to the bathroom where he left her alone.
When she came back soon after, she found all the guests dressed only in black bathrobes under which it was apparent that they wore nothing. On the ground a large mirror was laying flat, surrounded by little lamps. Dar-court brought Monique there standing up, and while he was embracing her, they could all see behind them, her intimate parts reflected by the mirror.
Darcourt was caressing her breast over the bodice, and little by little he removed the material and allowed the teats to point freely in the air. They were enormous, the nipples hardened by excitation. Soon her torso was naked, and she only had her hat left. They all admired that wonderful young bust and then gave it their best caresses. All that sucking and petting succeeded in exciting the young girl.
Then they slowly removed her frock. It went sliding to the ground, and she was naked, a splendid symbol of youth and maturity at the same time, but also of lust and voluptuousness. She kept her legs tight so that her sex would not show in the mirror. She refused to take them apart, but Darcourt, opening his bathrobe appeared completely naked, his gigantic tool slowly balancing over the bouncy testicles. Getting closer to her, a whip in his hands, he placed himself sideways of an anxious Monique.
“Open your thighs!”
A short command that she had already heard so often, that order that always revolted her a little was also the command that excited her the most. It found no echo in the silent room.
Monique was not moving; her hands crossed over her breasts, she was looking at the others who were contemplating the mirror, and the inverted reflection of her nakedness. She was a delightful pink and black statue, with the little black curls covering her mount of Venus.
The whip swished through the air, and the supple lashes tightened their grip around the firm buttocks. The young girl's body shivered and she tightened her lips. Another blow hit her, harder this time, but her only reaction was a slow tensing of her opulent bottom under the contact of the leather. Then with a regular pace, Darcourt flagellated her bouncy flesh. The lashes were falling on the skin, encircling the globes with their burning hands, making the naked skin look pinker and redder at each blow. Darcourt was not hitting very hard, and Monique, used to Sylvie's passion, was bearing very easily that more humiliating than painful beating. She closed her eyes, and let herself get dizzy under the warmth that crept through her body.
Pitiless, the whip was continuing its infernal movement against the soft flesh, but now Darcourt, getting nervous, hit harder, and the lashes began to hurt the already burning skin. Monique felt a burning on her bottom, and she started twisting and undulating her body, gyrating her body faster and faster.
The men were not looking at the young girl, their eyes were not leaving the mirror. They could see the lower part of the buttocks, and of the heavy breasts, undulating and shivering at each blow from the whip against that juvenile body. They were expecting the movement that would oblige her to open her legs and display fully the flesh of her cunt to their impatient looks. They knew that cunt already, but this time it was a new pleasure for them because this time the young girl was refusing herself, and the idea that she would be forced to display completely and without any possibility of defense her most secret parts renewed completely the charm of the experience.
Darcourt was hitting harder, and each blow was punctuated by a deeper moan. The body throbbed, twisted, shaken with spasms; sometimes the girl was bending, and then the men could see between the propped-up buttocks a little piece of her sex, the end of the slit, and a few fair hairs. But they wanted more, and Darcourt, with an increasing strength, was lashing and whipping the pulpy globes. The buttocks were now covered with purple welts. Monique was hiding her face between her folded arms, freeing her breasts that were slowly bouncing on her chest. But she moaned and cried when the lashes started hurting her deeply and reaching the side of her pubis.
“Open,” Darcourt repeated. He lashed harder. “Open!” And the whip landed on the bent belly. OPEN, the word was sounding louder and louder in Monique's ears, while she was struggling against desire, excitation, and dizziness… Open… Open… Open…
Then, in front of the guests, whose shining eyes were the witnesses of their desires, Monique, her arms wide open, moaning and panting under the more violent whipping, suddenly opened her legs, and in the compass of her black silk covered legs her cunt appeared.
A pink slit, whose lips were overdeveloped by the other girls' suckings, by Sylvie's and by her own frequent masturbation, surrounding the love bud, of a whiter complexion hidden by the fair hair, and finally the pucked and narrow mouth, hurt by the rough contact of the whip's lashes, hidden between the round buttocks, swollen by the flagellation.
“More… “
And the whip danced again, and the legs opened wider. Darcourt stopped. In the silent but anticipatory atmosphere of the room, they were all contemplating the show and they were all shivering and trembling with emotion when they realized that it was a virgin who was displaying her virginity in the most lubric and obscene pose.
They took all their time to fill their eyes with the lusty sight. Then they disrobed behind Monique; Darcourt forced her to remove her hands from her face and whispered to her:
“Little darling, let me, rely on me…”
He blindfolded her with a scarf. She could feel his nakedness glued to hers. She implored:
“No, I am scared. What do you intend to do?”
“Hush, little girl, keep the blindfold just for a little while, and once again, rely on me.”
She uttered a faint cry, and then gave up and let them do whatever they wanted to do with her. She could not see the guests who, one by one, were kneeling in front of her and kissing her mass of fair pubic hair. She felt their warm breath and the passion of their kisses. She realized that she was turned over on a leather pouf, lying in Darcourt's arms, her legs folded. Hands were holding her ankles widely separated. She guessed easily the shameful picture that she was offering to the other's eyes. They freed her ankles and Dar-court whispered by her ear:
“Feel, my little darling. Feel the sight that their eyes are eating up now. Feel their looks on your gaping cunt. You cannot see anything, you do not know who is kneeling in front of your belly. Ah! All those eyes lost in the contemplation of your open mouths. Can you imagine all that?”
And Monique, intoxicated with lust, did not close her legs, did not even want to conceal her cunt. She let the looks of the men pollute her virginity, while kneeling in front of her open legs. They had wanted that rare show so much. What man, outside of a doctor, can pretend to have seen that close, a virginity offered with such a complete lack of modesty? And she let the looks penetrate her, finding in that mental rape an intense satisfaction.
“Now,” whispered Darcourt, “for each of us a very long kiss…”
Already a mouth was glued to her sex, aspiring the hardened clitoris, sucking it greedily. Oh! Sweetness of the warm breath on the sensitive flesh. Monique was struggling against a wild desire to enclose the man's face between her thighs.
But Darcourt was the master, and the man, regretfully, moved away and gave his place to the next one. The other man's tongue insinuated between the lips, caressed the curled flesh around the virginal entrance. The young girl was shivering. And one by one, the six of them, Darcourt being the last, gave her sex the deepest caresses. When she felt between her thighs the naked torso of Darcourt, she could not resist any longer and closed her legs on his cheeks, while she pressed his head with her hands, deeper and deeper on her sex.
He aspired the hardened love button between his tightened lips while he was titillating the extremity with the tip of his tongue. Monique's body twisted under the spasms of a pleasure withheld for too long a period. Her nervous fingers were dug in the man's hair. He pushed the hands away and two of the guests took them in their hands. Kneeling by her side, they were sucking at her heaving breasts under the triple action of their tongues, and Monique could not hold a cry of joy. She gave herself completely to the voluptuousness that engulfed her, and came, felt under her fingers the rod that she had already chosen long ago: beautiful smooth cylinder, with nice veins, with its head like a nice mushroom, and hardly smaller than the biggest pricks, and a little bit more compressible. The pole, however, was remarkable by its size, and it was quite difficult to imagine its slow penetration in the narrow and puckered mouth.
She only kept that prick in her hand.
The others were jealously looking at the winner; already Darcourt, coming by her side, wanted to take her blindfold away.
“No… no, leave it. I am too ashamed. I do not want to see you.”
He backed away and pulled the young girl with him to the sofa. He had her open her legs widely and bend forward, leaning on her hands, then he placed the mirror between her feet. The little lamps were lighting under the belly and between the legs, and they could all appreciate the beauty of her cunt and her ass. But the looks were concentrated on the little red mouth, half hidden between the two heavy globes that still wore the marks of the former whipping.
Under her reclining chest, the two breasts were hanging smoothly, revealing the fullness of their curves.
Then the man approached, his prick in full erection, shining with vaseline; Monique moaned when she felt the head of the phallus touch her asshole. She contracted and held to the sides of the sofa, waiting for the terrible blow. The man was sweet; he took her buttocks firmly in hand, and thrust the phallus into the narrow passage. Monique uttered a long moan, while her buttocks undulated with the pole impaled between them. But the man did not weaken his efforts, and trembling with desire, he fucked her vigorously. A hoarse cry — and the whole shaft penetrated in her guts; he got closer to the buttocks, and in a last vigorous thrust he dug his prick in her asshole up to the hilt. It disappeared in the greedy mouth and was swallowed with a wet sound.
Monique felt the belly glued to her flesh, and her heart beating fast; she waited for the pain in her ass to disappear. The man rested a little because the effort had been exhausting for him too. He could feel the pulse on her compressed veins, and she could feel the weak trembling of the erected tool in her entrails.
The others, bending over the mirror between her legs, were contemplating the copulation. They saw the fleshy cylinder forcing the narrow gate of that adorable body. The testicles were hanging, hardened by the approach of pleasure, glued to the sex. The man moved a bit to allow himself to see the member sucked by the little distended mouth, and slowly, he started sodomizing the young girl.
He started very slowly, enjoying the smallest contraction of the flesh against his prick, and then he accelerated his pace, and soon his belly was flapping against her. She had a last convulsion of the belly. Then the body arched, the teased body stopped breathing, silence fell, heavy with lust. Then came the cry. One unique cry, inhumane moaning, outburst of pleasure. Her hands were scratching the men's necks, while they were ardently sucking at her magnificent breasts. Then her twisted mouth closed-and convulsively opened again, to let out another cry, nearly a sob… and after that last effort the body crumpled down on the sofa, suddenly inert. She pushed with her hands the heads still glued at her teats, while her legs suddenly opened and fell heavily along Dar-court's powerful torso.
Admiringly shaking their heads, the men let the young girl recover her senses, and when she got up again, still blindfolded, Darcourt drew her close to him and she realized that once again she was standing over the mirror. Her slightly separated legs allowed a complete vision of her damp cunt, dripping with her come juices and the men's saliva.
Then Darcourt spoke:
“Dear little girl, in order to celebrate your return among us, and your admission into our little club, you will select yourself the nice lollipop that you want to put in your mouth, and that will later fill your greedy belly. We are going to stand in a circle around you, and, without pulling your blindfold away, you will have to select the one that you like the most. He will be the only one to penetrate you today, unless our little girl is really greedy. Now let's let the game begin, and the best of luck for that new kind of a blind date.”
He moved away and joined the rest of the men in the circle around Monique. She moved toward them, still blindfolded, her arms ahead of her, like two round antennas. She met a naked torso, her hands moved down, and met the hips, the belly and finally the erected prick. Sweet caress for the man, whose hardened virility palpitated at the voluptuous contact. She estimated the weight and capacity of the full testicles, caressed the hard and curly hair, and moved to another belly, immediately caressing the phallus. One by one she felt between her fingers the hardened members, all full of desire, some big, some slim, some soft and some rough, some flat and some full of bumps.
She was not saying anything, and they were all expecting her decision. They all wished to be the winner. She did one complete turn, then another one. An idea was forming in her mind. She was still obsessed by the memories of the rapes at Merval's boarding school. She wanted to be possessed, that very night, but only by the biggest prick. A pitiless desire was haunting her. In her hands she took two rods, and evaluated their sizes; her hand pushed one of the men away-the other one thought he had won. In vain did Daniel stand in front of her, his belly propped ahead of him with the voluminous prick, a small head indeed, but with a soft protuberance in its middle. Darcourt who was next, was not more successful…
Monique was softly moaning now with pleasure, under her, her breasts were hanging like oval balls, swinging with more or less violence according to the violence of the male's assault. They were all following on the mirror the evolution of the newest fornication. The movements of the member going in and out of the narrow sheath, like a piston, with a lubricated noise, was very exciting, as was its repeated disappearance into the depths of her belly.
Soon she moaned on a different tone of voice; so did the man. He was breathing hard, and each thrust was punctuated by hoarse gasping. Her buttocks were offered to the perforating tool, as Monique gave herself passionately. And pleasure was coming in her, flooding her whole body and soul. Her twisted mouth soon uttered the impatiently awaited sighs, the body shivered, quivered, the muscles of the legs tensed, and the buttocks seemed to open like a flower. The man, now brutally digging into her, was plunging his tool in her and glued his belly to the burning rotundities.
Soon it was his turn to sigh, and while the girl, convulsively twisting her bottom, exhaled her joy in a last cry, he spat his burning sperm into her ass, and glued to her, silent, motionless, tried to recover his balance.
He moved away from Monique's exhausted body, and she fell on the couch she could not care less about the humiliating posture she was in. In silence, they were all caressing her, and kissing her flesh, sucking at the burning buttocks. She only reacted when she felt an erected and burning phallus, pointing at her asshole. She wanted to resist and move away, but already Darcourt was taming her, like a wild mare, bending her forward, offering her bottom to the newcomer's prick.
“No no, not that. I do not want it. No! No! NO MORE.”
“Hush,” repeated Darcourt, “hush little girl, please realize that you are here only for a few and that you must receive the attentions from all the members of the Club.”
“Ooooh…” sighed the young girl, still struggling, trying by the movement of her ass to avoid the penetration of the prick. But she soon got tired, and also, once again a dim kind of desire came in her. Another weak protestation, and the man's belly was glued to her ass. His tool deeply impaled into her burning guts.
Once again, Sodom was the king. Once again she gave herself passionately, and once again in her burning belly, spurted the burning but appeasing gushes of hot sperm.
Darcourt saw that this time she was really dead. He gave his friends a sign, and they all started dressing. While he was caressing her, still blindfolded, in front of the mirror, or rather, on top of the mirror, she felt once again the cold contact of a nozzle in her burning and slimy anus.
“Drink, little girl, drink… That should ease your pains and relax you…”
And once again she felt the sparkling beverage spurt and babble in her, but it was soothing the fire that was burning in her.
Her belly inflated by the liquid, she left those men, still excited by that sight, and got dressed again. Led by Darcourt, she took the blindfold off her eyes only in the bathroom…
During the same week of her vacation, Monique went to three club meetings, receiving at each meeting, in her belly, the “attentions” of two “members”. Then once alone with Darcourt she gave herself to him. At the end of her vacation they all had the pleasure of coming in her. On the last evening she reserved herself for Darcourt, and they passed together some unforgettable hours of intense voluptuousness.
She came out of that evening with her whole flesh hurt by his flagellation. He had flagellated her breasts, her buttocks, and her cunt, and three times he had penetrated her anus.
She came back to the boarding school with a few little gifts and also some silky lingerie. She met again with the impatient Sylvie, and the evenings went by, with the usual share of greedy suckings by the juvenile mouths, and the caressing or painful evenings spent with Sylvie.
And Monique could not help thinking that during the eighty days that came before the vacations, she had received the more or less ardent attentions of erected pricks that had forced sixty-five times their way through the little puckered mouth hidden in the voluptuous slit.
Monique got up. She removed her sticky fingers from her sex, glued by the juices that resulted from her ardent masturbation. She took a lukewarm shower, and it appeased her hungry body. She looked at the time and decided that it was time for her to get dressed. She put on her a black silk slip, with lace embroideries, a little pleated skirt that came to her knees, a very tightened bodice that underlined the contours of her breasts, and she went to the living room.
Her young cousin Jacques soon met her there, and she had to defend herself against the energy of his precocious mind. Soon enough Sonia also arrived, and the guests followed. They were a middle aged couple, and out of fun, Monique tried to excite the man's desire and showed him large parts of her thighs by crossing her legs higher than necessary. She took a vicious pleasure in seeing him blush. She did not take much interest in the conversation, and was quite relieved when they finally decided to leave.
The evening finally came, and as Sonia was going out on her own, it was very easy for Monique to change, leave unnoticed and run to Darcourt's villa. She was dressed in the black velvet uniform of Mrs. Merval's boarding school. All wrapped in her black cape, she arrived without incident at her friend's house. She had carefully covered her face with a little black mask. She did not regret it, because as soon as she entered the room she could see that at least a dozen people were there. On the ground, the mirror was surrounded by a few electric bulbs, and that was the only light of the room.
Darcourt welcomed her in a whisper, and she guessed the man's passion for her. He brought her into the center of the circle of men, and she found herself placed on the mirror. Under her, everybody could see the reflection of her pulpy buttocks, and the whiteness of her thighs above the black silk-covered legs. The fair, felt-like pubis offered its voluptuous triangle beneath the flat stomach. Again, Monique was the prey of her desires like during the last Easter vacations. She closed her eyes while listening to Darcourt's voice whispering ardent and passionate words in her ear.
And they could all see, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, the beautiful compass of her legs slowly open and reveal completely the pink cunt with its slightly parted lips. Monique was listening to the men's excitement, heavy with desire. She could see through the openings in her mask the necks of all the men, bent over the mirror, encircling her displayed body. She let them contemplate her intimacy for a long while in its reflection, and then she closed her legs tightly. The heads raised up again…
And the rite of the champagne toast went along as usual. She offered to the men sitting on the cushions the usual biscuits on the glass, with the usual glance on her bottom. She sat on the transparent chair, and her belly drank the sparkling beverage. The liquid came in her. They were twelve, and more liquid was poured in the crystal vase. Her belly had to endure a bigger libation.
She found familiar emotions when she was again naked amongst them. When they were all naked together, her body twisted once more under the delicious torture of the cat o'nine tails. But this time she refused to be blindfolded to endure the penetration of Sodom. She wanted to see the phallus that would penetrate her for the first time that night. She asked to be sodomized only one time, and it took a severe correction to persuade her to accept the “attentions” of two members.
They imposed the bigger on her, and she was ready for the male's penetration. Then under the caresses of their tongues on the lips and love bud of her sex, looking through the tiny opening as if they could feel her virginity, she was satisfied, lying on her back, her legs thrust wide open…
Her legs still apart, she offered herself according to the ancient European tradition, to the man who pushed, slowly but with all his strength, his virility into her belly. Sodom was king again, and its pleasure left her panting on the sofa. But soon another prick came in her, and the man's subtle movements awakened in her unsuspected passions. After the last voluptuous enema, Monique found herself on the way back home, with large swellings under her eyes, completely dizzy.
She knew that one day out of two she would be taken and used in this way, and that it would satisfy her quest for pleasure, but, in herself she also knew that she wanted something completely different. She decided to try by all means to find what it was and she trusted her female instinct for the choice of the ways to that new pleasure. And the next day she offered her completely naked body to her little cousin Jacques.
How sweet were the caresses that he willingly gave her. It reminded her Merval's school and her greedy and lusty pupils. What a joy it was to contemplate the child's adoration for her well-shaped thighs and what an exciting impression to close her legs on his cool and soft cheeks, while his mouth was sucking her cunt with voracity and his hands pressed her buttocks, still slightly painful from the last spanking.
She took a great pleasure in assuming the most, and four times she came under the already expert action of his lips and tongue.
When she went to the beach she was fully satisfied and had no more desires for voluptuousness. At least so she thought-but it did not take along to prove the contrary.