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
