phallus was probably creating in her friend's belly. “I am happy. Suck my love, suck your beloved, give yourself completely. Aaaah.”
And the child, propping her bottom, glued her mouth to the aspired and aspiring cunt, sucked avidly, and felt the thighs convulsively tighten against her face. An intense warmth overflowed her while she felt the man's belly come in contact with her shivering ass, and she was the prisoner of Monique's legs. Max's hands were on her belly, in feverish caresses.
Max stopped, his whole energy centered on the vibrating pole, dug deep in the maiden's flesh. He took a long look at Monique, entranced under Janine's caress… And then he began sodomizing the young girl, taking great care in not hurting her sensitive flesh. His huge prick was going in and but of the elastic sheath that was, little by little, getting used to its abnormal dilation. Janine was not feeling any pain now. It seemed to her as if a monstrous nozzle was churning in her asshole, rubbing from the inside, the walls of her virgin sex. She was getting terribly excited by the voluptuous aroma that was coming from Monique's cunt, her freed hands gripped on Monique's thighs and she suddenly accelerated her pace in the sucking of her friend's cunt. Monique, surprised, could not hold her pleasure.
Max witnessed the sight of the girl, throbbing with pleasure, her body arched, her mouth twisted in the terrible grin of satisfaction at its peak, and he heard that inimitable cry of happiness that only satisfied women can produce. Held as by gigantic pink pliers, Janine's head between Monique's thighs followed all the spasms of the girl. Then everything crumpled over the sofa. The thighs opened wider and the young girl filled her mouth with the juicy flesh of Monique's sex.
Max had stopped his fornication on the young girl. He was just maintaining her in a state of excitement by a slow subtle move in her ass. He was waiting for Monique to recover her consciousness, but already Janine was sucking voraciously at the still erected clitoris. Then Max, holding the child by the hips, accelerated the pace of his sodomization, and the room was filled with the sound of the shocks of his belly against her buttocks.
Janine, transfigured, felt an irresistible pleasure come in her body with that deep and strong penetration. She offered herself completely and the rubbing was transmitted to her cunt. She was sighing, while eating her friend up. Her tongue was titillating the clitoris, and her mouth was sucking the lips of Monique's cunt.
Max felt the sperm rush in his prick. His legs trembled. He accelerated his coitus in the offered bottom. On Janine's face was painted the thin smile of pleasure, and Monique, re-entranced by the frenzy of pleasure, was listening to the pistoning of Max's virility in her friend's ass. The rhythm was accelerating. Monique was shivering under the spasms that Max was creating in Janine's body, and that reverberated in her own sex. The child was again prisoner of the thighs enclosing her burning cheeks. Then with a last moan, she opened her legs completely and the child opened her mouth on the flesh that she could not even suck anymore, taken as she was in the turmoil of her own orgasm. She was throbbing, panting, gasping, and she felt in her belly the violent and warm gushes of Max's sap, inundating her in-sides while he fell on her, deeply impaled in her flesh.
After a while, Max moved out of the child; he helped Monique to caress the half-unconscious little girl, and caressed her for a short time. They were all silent, satisfied and happy. He left the women alone, and only came back when they were both dressed again. He offered them a glass of champagne and some sweets, and then, after admiring in the mirror their long legs and the mysterious sex lost in the pubic hair, he took them to the beach across the woods.
One last embrace, a farewell, a fervent thank you to an over-satisfied Monique, and the promise that he would see them again, and the two girls went to the beach together happy, all desires fulfilled.
“Happy?” asked Monique.
“Yes, you are a real love…”
“Will you come back?”
Janine smiled and whispered:
“Of course, everytime that you will want me to.”
They separated after a relaxing bath. Monique went back to Soma's villa, already thinking about more pleasures and new voluptuousness.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
A few days of compulsory relaxation meant for Monique the occasion to do all the annoying visiting around Sonia's house, and also a general checkup of her garderobe. But as soon as nature allowed her to satisfy it, her desire came back, just as violent as before. Janine was the first to take advantage of that state of things. While Max was traveling and was absent for a few days, Jacques consoled her, and once again, one night, while she was leaning against the stone balcony of her room, he gave her propped-up bottom the caress that had already satisfied her more than once in similar cases. She had the delightful joy of feeling the delicate and sharp tongue drilling in her narrow asshole.
One day, at last, Max telephoned her, and she immediately went to his place. He was expecting her. It was a festival of debauchery. Long suckings at her breasts, whippings of her offered bottom, and then the slow penetration of her narrow sheath by the erected dart.
A little bit later, when they had recuperated from all their efforts, they chit-chatted about them and their friends. Max told her that a couple of friends of his, Anamits by birth, were back to their nearby villa. It was a little bungalow, colored and ornamented with oriental emblems. They were a nice couple of lovers and worshipped of love, voluptuousness, and strange sex customs. They were passionate flagellants, but they knew the tortures that would bring the submitted woman to the limits of bearable pleasure. Max was to see them the next day. He asked Monique whether she would like to come with him and taste new and unbelievable pleasures. Her curiosity was awakened, and she accepted, reassured by the idea that Max could always be present.
On the next day, she received, through Max, an invitation card. It was like a Christmas card-on one side were those words, in semi-oriental characters:
“Chang and Tai” would be most pleased to have the honor of your presence to sacrifice to the great Lambda, when the full moon will reach the top of the trees. Then the Lotus flower will open, and the fruits will glow under the soft caress of the bamboos, and the love song will go to the stars.”
The other page represented-delicately drawn and painted-a naked woman standing, her legs apart, tied to the ground by her feet. The arms were joined, tied to a rope, hanging presumably from the ceiling. She was facing a green bronze buddha, fat-bellied and sardonic, in front of which were burning little perfume censers.
Monique remembered that the Lambda is a Greek letter, shaped as an upside down Y, and she understood the meaning of that celebration.
Max had added a little note telling her to be in the wood, at a certain point, at nine o'clock, and giving her some instructions as to the way she should be dressed.
The afternoon seemed endless to the young girl, and so was the evening. Immediately after the dinner, she went to her room to get ready. Fortunately the night was quite dark at this early hour. Over the dresses that he had asked her to put on she threw a long black cape, and met Max in the woods. He was waiting for her, dressed in dark blue flannel. They walked silently together to Chang's villa.
A little Anamit, naked, her loins encircled by a large black scarf covering her pubis, opened the door without saying one word. She had small and hard breasts and seemed hardly thirteen. They went into a room where one lamp, dimmed with a violet filter, was giving a strange light.
Monique took her cape off, and put a white silk mask over her face. Max looked at her; she was wearing a very short white flannel skirt that displayed generously the wonderfully shaped legs, and was rather a tennis skirt than a real dress. It stopped mid-thigh. The legs were naked. She had white linen shoes with high heels. Her blouse was of raw silk that clung to the smallest contours of her perfect bust. The provocative breasts were visible through two cavities tailored for that reason. The brown nipples were pointing out of two holes, star shaped. The contrast between the tanned flesh, the dark nipples, and the pale amber color of the blouse, were most delicate. She had also a little beret of white cotton posed, slightly sideways, on her hair.
Monique and Max followed the little Anamit girl, and they all entered a large room with green silk covering on
