a network of little pink lines. Janine was not suffering, she could only feel a strange warmth irradiate her young body, starting from the bottom and reaching little by little the low part of her belly and her cunt. She was dancing the most voluptuous twist you ever saw.
She uttered sighs and moans. Then Max, exciting himself, started flogging her more vigorously. She sighed more deeply and she accentuated the movements of her bottom. She dug her fingers in the thick wool of the carpet, and both her head and her buttocks were delightfully blushing. Monique squatted by Janine's head gave her soft kisses on the nape of her neck, whispering sweet love words that intoxicated the young girl. Max lashed harder and the thin lashes were cracking on the muscled globes. Janine now was panting, quivering and moaning while Monique caressed her breasts and promised her all the carnal joys that she would like to take on her own body, but she begged her to resist some more. At times Monique would look at the naked Max, who, completely naked, was now whipping with all his might the crying child.
Sometimes the thin lashes would lick at the cunt and the child would let out a hard cry of pain. She tried to close her thighs but the more violent flogging reaching her sideways, soon obliging her to reopen the compass of her legs. And each time she would do so, she offered the sight of her most intimate parts, in the dim light coming from the curtained windows.
But the pain became too violent. The child let a couple of tears roll on Monique's hand and Monique gave Max a sign. He gave another two or three violent blows to the shuddering body, and then stopped flogging the crying child. Then he knelt by her side and passionately kissed her flesh.
Monique then stretched her voluptuous body on the carpet, her thighs wide open, her legs propped up; Janine, bending over the offered and already damp sex softly touched the open lips with her own lips, sending Monique flying high in the paradise of sexual joys. But, at the same time she felt the most exciting caress, Max was kissing her ass, and she felt the most perfect pleasure creep deep in her when his tongue reached her asshole and slowly started penetrating the narrow passage. Then while Monique was uttering little gasps of pleasure, the same song came out of her own sex where Janine's mouth was glued and sucking with all her juvenile strength.
Max had to use both hands to keep some control over the youngster's bottom when the spasm came, so violent were the contractions and twists of the enthralled body. Monique came at the same time, and she could not tell whether it was under the expert caress of Janine's tongue or merely under the excitement of the situation, the cries of Janine and her moans of pleasure bringing on her own sex a warm breeze that was the most powerful of aphrodisiacs with the constant titillation of the young tongue on her dripping cunt.
When the child had recovered her mind, they all returned to the sofa. Max asked Janine to assume the most revealing and daring poses that enhanced all the contours of her juvenile and appetizing body, then he motioned to her and propped his erected penis to her. The child knelt by the sofa, slightly sideways, and started sucking at the swollen and shivering dart.
Monique posed her forefinger on Janine's sticky asshole and slowly forced it in completely; her eyes closed, she tried to imagine, referring to the contractions that she felt on her own finger, the joy that a man could feel when his prick was embedded in that warm flesh. Monique was moving her finger softly in the narrow sheath, and the child, extremely contented by that action, was purring softly while sucking at the penis, now erected at its maximum. But Max, who did not want to come in the young girl's mouth, moved back, and turned the child around. Monique regretfully let go the asshole, Max posed his penis all slimy with Janine's narrow asshole.
Then slowly, but with all his force, he dug his powerful penis, dampened and lubricated by the former sucking of the child, into her hole. The child uttered a long cry while accepting that huge blade that was distending her narrow slit. Her complaint stopped only when the hairy belly of the man reached the round and protruding firm little buttocks.
Max moderately sodomized the young body, watching his own penis slide in and out of the intimate sheath, and the contractions of the brown lips around his cylinder. Soon, the pleasure became too powerful and Max increased his pace, shaking the young body, impaled on him up to the swollen balls. The child herself, driven out of her mind by the simultaneous actions being fucked in her ass with such violence, shaken by that huge pole, masturbated from the inside by the shuttle movement of that pole of flesh in her entrails, her breasts shivering under her torso, gave herself completely. When she felt the three warm gushes of hot sperm splurt in her, she came in a complete frenzy and with never before attained violence.
Max thanked Monique when she said that that was enough for the day. They were all quite tired and self- satisfied.
The night was calmer and the sunny morning that followed brought to Monique a renewed thirst for adventures and new pleasures. Nothing was happening and Monique thought that it was a bad omen for the rest. Jacques was nothing but annoying, and Monique, taking advantage of the nap time, took a book and headed to the woods for a little walk.
It was a very hot afternoon. She reached the beach by a short cut through the dunes and sat in a deserted corner. She looked around her; the sea was getting a little rough. This was probably due to the winds that had been blowing for the major part of the night.
Children were playing on the beach and their hollerings annoyed Monique. She walked for a little time, and she arrived at a point where there was an old Bunker from World War II-many lovers knew the place because its thick walls provided them with a shelter for their embraces. The walls were covered with little drawings, from the heart and arrow with letters coupled in it, to more obscene and precise drawings.
Monique saw that another girl was visiting the abandoned fortress, a young girl in her twenties, whose swollen short and bouncing brassiere enhanced more than concealed her voluptuous shapes. Fair haired, her skin a nice amber tone, long and slender legs, she was looking absent mindedly at the litter on the ground in the bunker.
Monique waited for a moment, and when she was certain that the girl was alone, she came to her and started talking with her. When seen at close range, she was a girl without any extraordinary features, just nice and healthy, soft eyes, and rather happy to meet somebody. They walked out of the bunker together and moved toward the nearby woods.
Her name was Denise. She was employed by a factory that specialized in the fabrication of spare parts for aviation plants. She was spending her annual vacation here with her parents. Monique offered her a cigarette and was amused at the trouble she could feel in the other girl at the sight of her firm and arrogant breasts under the thin and revealing blouse. Then, pretending to be sunbathing, Monique simply took off her blouse. Her splendid torso was then displayed to the wondering eyes of the admiring young girl. She remained breathless in mute contemplation of the two perfect fruits, with their erected nipples, hard as a warm stone in the sun. She could not keep her eyes away from the breasts that Monique was now far from concealing.
“It does not bother you if I take off my blouse? After all we are only women together…”
“Oh no,” replied Denise, with a weak and trembling voice. “But I have never seen such perfection.”
“Mine are a little too big; yours seem to be more proportioned.”
“Oh no. Mine are quite big, but the flesh is somewhat too soft, while yours…”
Monique caressed her teats and their erected nipples, testing their hard texture, and leaving her hands on the globes.
“It may be cute like that, when you are naked, but sometimes in life it is really annoying when you are fully dressed.”
“Oh yes,” agreed Denise, with a sad look on her face.
“You seem to have rather bad memories about that?”
Denise was easy to get acquainted with; she spoke without restraint. Monique realized that the other girl was on the brink of more intimate confidence. She leaned over a still timid Denise and, unhooking the brassiere, she freed the two heavy breasts of the girl; they were large teats indeed, with long nipples, swollen on the round globes.
Monique contemplated the girl for a little while, then she placed her hands on the shivering flesh. Denise, still blushing, made more adventurous after Monique's overture, started caressing Monique's breasts. They soon came to exchange ardent kisses on each other's chest. Their hands were sliding in the shorts, or under the skirt and brushing the hair of the already dampened sexes.
Then, holding the girl close to her, letting her kiss her from time to time, Monique listened to the sad account of the misfortunes of Denise, while she was delicately titillating the erected love bud between the young girl's soft lips.
