not see the guests who, one by one, were kneeling in front of her and kissing her mass of fair public hair… She felt their warm breath and the passion of their kisses… She realized that she was turned over on a leather pouf, she was lying in Darcourt's arms, her legs folded… Hands were maintaining her ankles widely separated… She guessed easily the shameful picture that she was offering to the other's eyes… They freed her ankles and Darcourt whispered by her ear:
“Feel, my little darling… Feel the sight that there eyes are eating up now… Feel their looks on your gaping cunt… You cannot see anything, you do not know who is knee ling 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, out of a practice, can pretend to have seen from 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 no resist any longed and closed her legs on his cheeks, while she was pressing with her hands his head, deeper, and deeper on her sex.
He aspired the hardened love button between his tightened lips while he was titillating the exacerbated extremity with the lip 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, Monique could not hold a cry of joy… She gave herself completely to the voluptuousness that crispated 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 prick… 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 pucked 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 forwards, leaning on her hands, then he placed the minor 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 of her ass. But the looks were concentrated on the little red mouth, half hid en between the two heavy globes that still wore the marks of the former whipping.
Under her reclining chest, the two mammals were hanging smoothly, revealing the fullness of their curves.
The man approached, his prick in full erection, shining with vaseline Monique moaned when she felt the head of the phallus touch her ass hole… 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, thrusted the phallus into the narrow passage. Monique uttered a long moan, while her buttocks undulated, with the pole impaled in it… But the man did not weaken his efforts, and trembling with desire, he fucked her vigorously. A hoarse cry, and the whole dart penetrated in her guts, he got closer to the buttocks, and in a last vigorous thrust he dug his prick in her ass hole up to the hilt. It disappeared in the greedy mouth that swallowed it 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 important 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… He caressed her warm, curvaceous hips.
The others, bending over the mirror between her legs, were contemplating the lubric copulation. They saw the fleshy cylinder forcing he narrow gate of that adorable body. The testicles were hanging, hardened by the approach of pleasure, glued to the sex… The man moved a little bit backwards to allow himself to see the member sucked by the little distended mouth, and slowly, he started sodomizing the young girl.
He started very lowly, enjoying the smallest contraction of the flesh against his prick, and then he accelerated his pace, and soon his belly was flapping against fast, violent kept her contracting and relaxing alternatively while her thighs were enclosing with all her force Darcourt's face. 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… The belly came higher and higher… 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 Darcourt's powerful torso…
Admiringly shaking their heads, the men let the young girl recovered her senses, and when she got up again, still blindfolded, Darcourt drew her close to him and she realized that once again she wad standing aver 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 in our little club, you will select yourself the nice lollypop 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 greed today… Now let's 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 the 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… And suddenly, Monique the now consenting buttocks.
Monique was softly moaning with pleasure, under her, her breasts were hanging like oval balls, with more or less violence and amplitude according to the violence and amplitude of the male's assault. They were all following on the mirror the evolution of that lubric fornication… The movements of the member going in and out of the narrow sheath, like a piston, with a lubricated noise, was very exciting, and its sudden 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 gaping… Her buttocks offered to the perforating tool, Monique was giving herself passionately… And pleasure was coming in her, flooding her whole body, and soul. Her twisted mouth soon uttered
