over her face, put her lips on that gaping mouth, aspired the erected clitoris and abandoned herself, unconscious of what happening around her… She sucked, licked, worshipped her friend's cunt with an increasing fervour… Her hands were slowly caressing the shivering rods that trembled under her fingers, and suddenly the orgasm came as violent for Monique as for Claudie… The two bodies, intoxicated with voluptuousness, tumbled over each other… and then came the rattle, and Monique's burning breath that achieved to plunge Claudie into an abyss of pleasure…
Monique quite exhausted soon recovered all her spirits under the men's caresses… She found herself kneeling by the side of the sofa, her bottom's up, offering the sight of her sex and of her anus to the perverted looks of the males… Resting on her elbows she was looking at the little box that Claudie was holding in front of her, and stared at the three dildos, shining with Vaseline.
“Which one first, my darling?…” Still dizzy from all the pleasures she had just, experienced, Monique showed the smallest. However it was approximately of the size of a normal phallus, but the head was not as big as in real life, and more olive shaped. Monique guessed that the monk was kneeling behind her and that the others were staring at the displayed flesh. She felt the contact of the olive on her pucked little mouth, and the anus contracting in spite of her desire for penetration… And immediately the rod was absorbed and disappeared completely in her, up to where the man's fingers were holding it. She felt it in her and a strangely sweet sensation filled her mots intimate parts. She was excited by that forcing tool, being in her, and she could not help imagining her opened flesh with the extremity pointing out of it.
Claudie's hand was already grabbing the second instrument. This one was bigger, and its head was rounder, as a little hernia in its middle, it disappeared from Monique's sight and she did not even realize that the other one was removed from her slimy insides.
A sigh, a tension from all her being…
“No… no… I cannot, It is too big…”
It seemed to her as if her anus was endlessly distending, and that the flesh of her belly was getting tighter and tighter… “No… no…” she succeeded in articulating that little word but it was already too late and she could feel the man's finger against her skin… The whole tool was in her. She felt the warm breeze exhaled by the mouths, close to her buttocks, and imagined the men contemplating the monstrous and voluptuous impaling. She hid her base in her hands and tried to conceal her ashamed face… She was moaning and undulating under the traction or thrusting of the man's hands on the instrument.
They were all admiring the narrow mouth swallowing the hard pole, sticking to its contours…
Monique did not see Claudie taking the other one in hand… It was at least seventeen inches long, and three inches wide… The only slightly compressible part was the end, made of some chemically treated rubber. It was four inches long, and offered a protuberance in its middle, it ended in a round bubble. A blue velvet handle was the other extremity of that monstrous tool.
And already the other tool was removed from her anus with a sucking noise.
Monique realized that her arms and knees were held by two pairs of arms… The monk stood up, and holding the tool with bot hands put its head on her orifice, already prepared by the former intromissions. Then he looked at the two men, and at Claudie silent, and slowly he pushed…
Monique opened her mouth, but the cry remained in her throat. Her eyes, widened with pain, were reflecting the fear that was holding her. It seemed to Monique that something incredibly big was edging its way in her. That her thighs were monstrously taken apart, that she was ripped in two… An horrible suffering came in her… Her jaws trembled, then a hoarse cry came out of her throat, while with a sudden move, she tried desperately to free herself from the brutal possession. Her body, oscillating from one side to another tried to escape to the monstrous rod.
In vain, the monk, crispated, was pushing the instrument in her with all his strength… The head was slowly entering her, forcing the muscled mouth…
He stopped his efforts and dropped the engine…
They could all admire the lubric sight of that stake, planted in her, and its end, still out, propped out of the distended bottom.
Shaken with nervous spasms, Monique was sighing softly, feeling that ball, between her buttocks, that seemed anchored in her, enormous.
But the monk took the handle again, and softly, inexorably, slowly, was pushing the dildo, and helping its penetration up to the protuberance… Another effort, and the distended phallus seemed to suck the phallus, and as a ghoul swallowed it, and allowed the gigantic thing to slide in up to the velvet handle.
The monk dropped the handle, and they all stared at the monstrous dilatation of her ass hole. Her bottom was shaken by nervous spasms, and the whole body shivering. One could not see anymore the pucked lips of her little hole, and it seemed that the body had aspired the lips in some fantastic aspiration. What was left out was vibrating under the pressure running and beating in Monique's veins.
The room was very silent, centered on that tortured bottom. They caressed the exhausted woman, calming her nerves, appeasing her trembling body… But the men were trying to evaluate where in her body the end of the instrument was lying.
Little by little the pain eased away… And after a little while, Monique had just the impression of having her ass-hole distended by a gigantic lollypop.
When the monk grabbed the handle and started to pull the tool out of her, she hardly react… The man stop when the protuberance reached the edges of her hole, and again he thrusted the thing in her without her indicating any pain… They were all looking at the monstrous sodomization, and from the narrow mouth came a sucking noise that exacerbated the men's virility…
Little by little, and being very careful to stay in the axis of her belly, the monk accelerated the pace and assfucked the girl faster and faster. The supplened muscles offered no resistance now, but the man avoided to drive the tool completely out. When he was pulling the tool out, the lips were showing and surrounding the contours of the dildo it gave the illusion of some supernatural mastication… The monk was getting excited and he accelerated his pace. The sight was unique of that huge pole being swallowed by that intimate mouth…
But deep in Monique's body, an unknown sensation was coming deeper and deeper… That caress near her sex, that beating in her flesh, that involuntary sucking of her ass-hole on the pole, all that contributed in giving a new, and voluptuously intense excitation in the young girl's body. Erotic images were flashing through her mind, she thought that she was a wild mare being raped by some monstrous organ. She was exciting herself, and little by little was offering her bottom to the phallus penetrating her vigorously. She was not hurt, she wanted that embrace, and she did not reproach them that horrible rape.
She gave herself completely, closing her eyes, savoring the pleasure that was coming deep in her, and soon, she moaned, she gaped like under the caress of Claudie's lips. Her thighs, now free from the men's hands, were opening wider and wider, she offered herself to Sodom, and her sighs became rattles… Sometimes she uttered sweet words, strange lovecalls, she could not see… Her eyes were burred by a voluptuous haze.
She was possessed by a strange frenzy. She agitated herself so that the rubbing and sucking of her flesh against the dildo became more intense. Her ass-hole her ass-hole was eating the dildo that disappeared completely and reappeared in an increasing sucking noise. The monk accelerated the movement of the fake phallus in her body… He could feel the repercussions of the intense contractions of her insides on that hard material. Then came long cries of pleasure, the last convulsions of the orgasm, and with a last cry the broken body crumpled over the sofa, the phallus dug up to the handle in her ass.
They removed the stake so that she would not hurt herself, and left her alone a little while to allow her to rest. But soon after she had again to kneel down… She could feel flesh beating between her buttocks. A prick touched her ass. Another sigh and the monk's tool penetrated completely in her. She felt the burning belly on her buttocks, the testicles were glued to her cunt… She could not do anything under that new assault, but abandon herself completely to the man who was abusing her with rage. She felt the burning sperm in her guts and the weight of the man, lying on her back. She did not reach her pleasure, he had been too fast. But already another was taking his place, thinner but harder rod beating in her belly… She was trying to find the satisfaction, crispating her whole being on the hard flesh that was ramming in her insides… But once again he let loose before she could come.
“Enough… Oooh… Enough, no more… Not that…”
In vain… The third was plunging a short but thick prick in her hurting ass-hole, and with rapid stokes was
