young body. The man's belly was coming closer to the pulpy bottom.
“How good it is… whispered Monique, enjoying with a sadistic pleasure the idea of the pain that the colossal 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 breasts and 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 out of the elastic sheath that was getting, little by little, used to its normal dilatation. Janine was not feeling any pain now… It seemed to her as if a monstrous nozzle was churning in her ass-hole, 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 rictud of satisfaction at its peak… and he heard that unimitable cry of happiness that only satisfied women can produce… Held as by gigantic pink pliers, Janine's head, between Monique's thighs, followed al 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 shuttle move in her ass… He was waiting for Monique to recover her consciousness, but already Janine, voraciously, was sucking 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 rumor 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 aspiring 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 thin painted the smile of inducible pleasures and Monique, re-entranced by the frenzy of pleasure was listening to the pistonning of Max's virility in her friend's ass. The rhythm was always accelerating… Monique was shivering under the spasms that Max was creating in Janine's body, and that repercuts 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 sucks anymore, taken as she was in the turmoil of her own orgasm. She was throbbing, panting, gaping… and she felt in her belly the violent and warm gushes of Max's sap, inundating her insides, 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… The 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 them, 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 girl went to the beach together happy and all desires fulfilled.
“Happy? asked Monique to Janine…”
“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 Sonia's villa, already thinking about more pleasures and new voluptuousness.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
HEAVENLY JOY OF THE CELESTIAL EMPIRE
A few days of compulsory relax were for Monique the occasion to do all the annoying visiting around Sonia's house, and also the general cheeks up of her garderobe. But as soon as nature allowed her to satisfy it, desire came back, just as violent as before Janine was the first to take advantage of that state of things. While Max was travelling 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 ass-hole.
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 suctions at her breasts, whippings of her effored bottom, and then the slow penetration of her narrow sheath by the erected dart.
A little bit later, when they had recuperated from all heir efforts, they chit chat 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 ornated with oriental emblems. They were a nice couple of lovers and worshippers of love, voluptuousness and strange sex customs. The 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 to new and unbelievable pleasures. Her curiosity was awakened, and she accepted, reassured by the idea that Max could away be present.
On the next day, she received, through Max, an invitation card, it was like a Xmas car on one side were those words, in semi-oriental characters:
“Chang and Tai would be most pleased if you honorate the of your presence to sacrify 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 was representing, delicately drawn and painted, an naked woman standing, her legs apart, tied to the ground by her feet. The arms were reunited tied to a rope hanging presumably from the ceiling She was facing a green bronze bouddah, full-bellied and sardonical, in front of which were burning little perfume burners…
Monique remembered that the Lambda is a greek letter, shaped as an uspide down Y, and she understood the meaning of that celebration.
Max had joined 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 same in 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 at mid-thighs. The legs were naked. She had white linen shoes with high heels. Her blouse was or raw silk that clinged to the smallest contours of her perfect bust. The provocating breasts were visible through two cavities tailored for that reason. The brown nipples were pointing out of two holes, star shaped. The contracts between the tanned flesh, the dark nipples, and the pale amber color of the blouse, were most
