cushion on the ground at the other end of the room. Tai asked her to lie on her back, and then Monique felt between her opened thighs the cool flesh of a very young girl. The light was too dim for her to be able to see who it was, but she felt the mouth glued to her sex, and the tongue that started caressing her in such an expert way that she soon forgot all about the tortures that she had undergone.
Monique felt another head on her breasts and felt the hair and the collar of Tai's dress. Then… who was between her thighs? Tai guessed her thoughts, and held Monique's hands so that she could not go to her sex and find out. Monique gave up and let pleasure come all the way. She came with a long cry, in the terrible spasms of pleasure too long restrained.
She had hardly recuperated, when she felt very small hands on her breasts, then a young mouth kissing at the nipples. She tried to look, then Tai told her:
“Please, never mention it; you have not been caressed by the Congaie, but by my daughter. She wanted it so much…”
“But how old is she?”
“Six.”
Monique quivered at the thought that she had been sucked by a six year old child. She drew the child closer to her and passionately kissed her on the lips. But at the same time her thighs were opened by someone older, and she recognized the style of the Congaie.
The light came back in the Buddha, and the Congaie got up without finishing the caress that she had just started.
Tai helped Monique up.
“Do not fear anything, little goddess. Tonight you have paid what you had to pay, whatever will happen now will only bring pleasure to you.”
She kissed her, and then resumed her position by the statue. She put a cushion at the foot of the statue. “Now,” she said, “now, open your legs. Kneel down.” Monique did as she was instructed. Her ass was displayed in such a way that everyone could see it. Between her legs a little lap was set, and one by one the guests came in and gave the girl passionate kisses on her ass.
Suddenly Monique felt something cool penetrate her asshole. Tai was putting some transparent vaseline into her orifice, and Monique knew immediately what was in store for her.
But Tai helped her up, and dressed her again. When Monique was ready, Tai gave her a tray, covered by a silk scarf.
“Now go and offer what is on that tray to your friends.”
Surprised and curious, Monique moved to the center of the room, already more brightly lit by the Buddha. An Asiatic put his hand under the silk scarf, and showed to Monique a wonderful rubber dildo, round and beautifully finished, with a round head, well shaped. It was of medium size. Monique blushed, and then offered the tray to a second man who took another dildo, longer but thinner.
Then, one by one, all the guests received a phallus of various dimensions. Then the men set their little lamps again, and sat in a circle, in a certain order. The one with the smallest dildo was to come first, and then the bigger ones. Max was the third one, Tai the sixth…
The first lamp was on, and Tai told Monique:
“Now is the time, little occidental goddess to receive in your virgin body the nicest and most precious jewels that have been given to us by the Hevea. Each of your worshippers is going to introduce in the narrow sheath that you will offer him, the tool that fate gave him. He will slide it in and out as many times as the Buddha gave him years, and it is also the tradition that you should add to his number of years your own number of years. Now go, and offer the superb sheath hidden in your most secret parts to the joy of your worshipers. Your widely opened legs will show your oriental friends that you are most willing to receive their attentions and your mouth will be the echo of your pleasure and the master of its rhythm. Now go,” and she added in lowered tones, “and be happy.”
Monique was terribly troubled but dominated by her search for lust she came to the first guest who was waiting. The incense was burning in the room and it added to the strangeness of the whole act. Monique turned her back to the man, and opened her legs over the little lamp. It revealed all of her anatomy and did not leave any detail to the imagination. She leaned on a bench in front of her, and waited, her skirt folded up around her waist.
The man did not meet any resistance when he pushed his tool in her ass, and soon his fingers were on the edge of the little hole, which had swallowed the thin dildo.
Silence was thick in the room.
The man completely removed the dildo from her entrails, and waited, then he pushed it back in completely. He did it once more, and then Monique felt two hard slaps on her buttocks that surprised her.
Tai's voice came in the room:
“Does the little occidental girl need to be whipped to remember how to count?”
Monique blushed.
Then the man repeated the artificial sodomy.
“One,” whispered a trembling Monique, “two… three… four… aaah…” The fantastic pleasure, rose in her doubled by the fact that she could imagine that man, perfectly unknown to her, looking, watching any move, and the penetration of that hard piece of rubber in her insides. And he kept agitating the tool in her: Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two- if only he could be a hundred years old.
Thirty-five… thirty-six… the man stopped and slapped both buttocks. Monique understood that it was over but also remembered that she had to add her own age to the man's age. So she started counting again. One… two… she was counting as slowly as she could, propping her bottom up, and the man was in her. Monique was really giving herself to that fake sex. Nineteen came, and the caress ended.
The man kissed her ass and removed the slimy priapus. Monique got up, the lamp went off, and another one lit by her side, a discreet call for pleasure. Monique offered her ass to that other unknown man, and felt the already bigger dildo undulate in her body. The shuttle movement started, punctuated by the numbers. The thing was going in and out of her with a slimy wet noise, and it sounded like a well-oiled piston operating smoothly. Forty-seven… Two light slaps on her fanny marked the age of the fucked. He kept agitating the tool while Monique was counting her own age. But now she was excited, and sometimes cheated, and twisted her body so that the dildo would go in and out before she could spell another number.
Monique was in a terrible state of excitement when he removed the tool from her ass. She rushed to the next man, and with a sigh of pleasure she felt the rubber tube enter her ass. She uttered a small cry of pain too, for this one was really bigger than the others. It was masterfully handled by Max. She could have cried with joy while receiving the forty-eight blows that penetrated her insides, and with what pleasure did she count her nineteen years with so many bumps that it certainly could have passed for thirty.
Max regretfully let her go, feeling her pleasure so close. But what kisses he gave her beloved ass. But Monique quickly went to the next guest. Once again she gasped when she felt the bigger tool penetrate her asshole. And in a religious silence she received thirty-seven more penetrations from that one, followed by her own number of nineteen. But she had counted too fast and once again she came to the verge of her pleasure when the final number was said.
Staggering, her temples painful under the heavy beating of her blood pressure, all her body tense-the dildo was really big this time — after the usual painful feeling at the moment of the first penetration, Monique felt the whole thing in her and she could not resist pleasure any longer. The man realized that the young girl was going to come under his hand and then he accelerated the rhythm of his “possession.” Monique was not counting any more; now she was being penetrated five times before she could even say one number. And soon pleasure burst in her. She was standing like a devil, undulating on her trembling legs, and she could hardly keep her balance, and when she came to the number “six,” of her age, she fell down in the most fantastic convulsion she had ever dreamed of, the dildo still deeply impaled in her. They let her recuperate for a couple of minutes, then she got up herself, and slowly, enjoying every bit of it, she counted the twelve remaining years.
And then she was in front of another one, and again it was a bigger tool, and again she felt pleasure come in her, as a whirlpool. She could not think… she was just lust and animal desire.
And another one, bringing her close to the second peak of her frantic search for joy, and then it was Tai behind her, with a monstrous thing in her hand. But this one was too big, and the pain was violent when it penetrated in her, but the unbelievable happened and then and there as she thought she was going to die, the
