about the size of a normal man's prick… Se contemplated that shiny instrument, oiled with vaseline, and when she realised how big the end was.
— No, No… she said, crispating her hands on the sides of her strange chair.
But Darcourt was already posing the little head on the side of her ass-hole, and pushing, he forced the sensitive mouth that absorbed completely the nozzle, with a soft and mushy sound… Monique hid her face between her hands so that she would not see the devilish look on the men's faces. One torsion of her belly made clear for her that the thing was coming in her, ineluctably, softly, but irresistibly… She felt in slide, fill her ass, and her belly, and then stop, when the last bump reached the lips of her ass-hole.
Darcourt got up and came in front of her to watch the voluptuous scene in the mirror under her. It was a symphony of black, pink, red, and other fleshy tones… And also an erotic vision of that voluptuous enema…
Darcourt put a crystal vase in Monique's hands, from its bottom ran pipe that was adjusted to the nozzle, dug in Monique's ass.
— My friends, he said, we are going to drink to the return among us of our favorite child… Therefore, we shall pour a little bit of liquid out of our glasses into hers.
“Cheers, little girl…” And Darcourt poured half of the content of hiss glass into the transparent vase.
One by one they all did the same thing, and soon Monique felt the cold liquid come weakly in her burning belly.
And now, let us raise our glasses for a toast in her honor, and let delightful child drink with us…
Monique saw the men raising their glasses towards her, and she hesitated a little bit. Then, at her turn she raised slowly the limpid vase, containing the sparkling and cold liquid… They me tied heir glasses, but at the same time they were all looking attentively at the level of the liquid in the vases that Monique was holding in her hands… They were fascinated by the slow progression of the liquid that they could easily imagine into her burning inside, as if aspired by some mysterious force. They could all imagine the liquid filtrating into her most intimate flesh, softly sparkling into her guts… Monique, her eyes closed, was enjoying that new pleasure and a fresh sensation was coming in her…
Soon enough the vase was empty, but Darcourt lifted it up so that no drop would be lost then he removed the tube from the extremity of the nozzle… The nozzle alone was emerging from her insides, like a thick liquorice lollypop, out of the pink and greedy mouth…
They took all their time to admire that pornographic vision, and Monique felt a delightful warmth grow in her… She was getting tipsy… She looked imploringly at Darcourt, he understood, he came to her and slowly removed the nozzle, then he showed her to the bathroom where he left her alone.
When she came back, soon after, she found all the guests dressed only with black bathrobes under which it was visible that the wore nothing… On the ground a large enough mirror was laying flat, surrounded by little lamps. Darcourt brought Monique there standing up, and while he was embracing her, they could all see behind them, her intimate parts reflected by the mirror.
Darcourt was caressing her breast over the bodice, and little by little he removed the material and allowed the teats to point freely in the air. They were enormous, and the nipples were darted, hardened by excitation… Soon her torso was naked, and she only had her hat left… They all admired that wonderful young bust and then gave it then gave it their best caresses…
All that sucking and petting achieved to excite the young girl…
Then they slowly removed her frock… It went sliding to the ground… And she was naked, splendid symbol of youth and maturity at the same time, but also of lust, and voluptuousness… They were silently contemplating… She kept her legs tight so that her sex would not show in the mirror. She refused to take them apart, but Darcourt, opening his bathrobe appeared completely naked, his gigantic tool slowly balancing over the bouncy testicles… Getting closer to her, a whip in his hands, he placed himself sideways of an anxious Monique.
“Open your thighs!..”
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 reflexion 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 but she tightened her lips… Another blow hit her, harder this time, her only reaction was a slow torsion of her opulent bottom under the contact of the leather. Then with a regular pate, Darcourt flagellated that 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 Claudie's passion, was bearing very easily that more humiliating than painful fustigation… 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 were now hurting the already burning skin. Monique felt an ardent burning feeling on her bottom, and she started twisting and undulating her body… Her muscled bottom was gyrating 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 oscillated, twisted, shaken with spasms, sometimes the girl was bending, and then the men could see between the suddenly propped up buttocks, a little piece of her sex, the end of the slit and a few fair hair… But they wanted more, and Darcourt, with an increasing strength, was lashing, and whipping the pulpy globes… The buttocks were now covered with purple welds… 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, gaping and in rut… 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 dizzynness… Open… Open… Open…”
Then, in front of the guests, whose shining eyes were the witnesses of their desires Monique, her arms wide open, her hands crispate by the actual suffering mixed with voluptuousness, moaning and panting under the more violent whipping, Monique suddenly opened her legs, and in the compass of her black silk covered legs Monique's cunt appeared.
Pink slit, whose lips were over overdeveloped by the other girl's suckings, by Claudie'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 loaded with pleasure 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 in the most lubric and obscene pose her virginity.
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 by hear:
“Little darling let me do, rely on me…” He blindfolded her with a scarf, she could fell 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
