Helena Robertson - Mousse

He backed away and pulled the young girl with him to the sofa. He had her open her legs widely and bend forward, leaning on her hands, then he placed the mirror between her feet. The little lamps were lighting under the belly and between the legs, and they could all appreciate the beauty of her cunt and her ass. But the looks were concentrated on the little red mouth, half hidden between the two heavy globes that still wore the marks of the former whipping.

Under her reclining chest, the two breasts were hanging smoothly, revealing the fullness of their curves.

Then the man approached, his prick in full erection, shining with vaseline; Monique moaned when she felt the head of the phallus touch her asshole. She contracted and held to the sides of the sofa, waiting for the terrible blow. The man was sweet; he took her buttocks firmly in hand, and thrust the phallus into the narrow passage. Monique uttered a long moan, while her buttocks undulated with the pole impaled between them. But the man did not weaken his efforts, and trembling with desire, he fucked her vigorously. A hoarse cry — and the whole shaft penetrated in her guts; he got closer to the buttocks, and in a last vigorous thrust he dug his prick in her asshole up to the hilt. It disappeared in the greedy mouth and was swallowed with a wet sound.

Monique felt the belly glued to her flesh, and her heart beating fast; she waited for the pain in her ass to disappear. The man rested a little because the effort had been exhausting for him too. He could feel the pulse on her compressed veins, and she could feel the weak trembling of the erected tool in her entrails.

The others, bending over the mirror between her legs, were contemplating the copulation. They saw the fleshy cylinder forcing the narrow gate of that adorable body. The testicles were hanging, hardened by the approach of pleasure, glued to the sex. The man moved a bit to allow himself to see the member sucked by the little distended mouth, and slowly, he started sodomizing the young girl.

He started very slowly, enjoying the smallest contraction of the flesh against his prick, and then he accelerated his pace, and soon his belly was flapping against her. She had a last convulsion of the belly. Then the body arched, the teased body stopped breathing, silence fell, heavy with lust. Then came the cry. One unique cry, inhumane moaning, outburst of pleasure. Her hands were scratching the men's necks, while they were ardently sucking at her magnificent breasts. Then her twisted mouth closed-and convulsively opened again, to let out another cry, nearly a sob… and after that last effort the body crumpled down on the sofa, suddenly inert. She pushed with her hands the heads still glued at her teats, while her legs suddenly opened and fell heavily along Dar-court's powerful torso.

Admiringly shaking their heads, the men let the young girl recover her senses, and when she got up again, still blindfolded, Darcourt drew her close to him and she realized that once again she was standing over the mirror. Her slightly separated legs allowed a complete vision of her damp cunt, dripping with her come juices and the men's saliva.

Then Darcourt spoke:

“Dear little girl, in order to celebrate your return among us, and your admission into our little club, you will select yourself the nice lollipop that you want to put in your mouth, and that will later fill your greedy belly. We are going to stand in a circle around you, and, without pulling your blindfold away, you will have to select the one that you like the most. He will be the only one to penetrate you today, unless our little girl is really greedy. Now let's let the game begin, and the best of luck for that new kind of a blind date.”

He moved away and joined the rest of the men in the circle around Monique. She moved toward them, still blindfolded, her arms ahead of her, like two round antennas. She met a naked torso, her hands moved down, and met the hips, the belly and finally the erected prick. Sweet caress for the man, whose hardened virility palpitated at the voluptuous contact. She estimated the weight and capacity of the full testicles, caressed the hard and curly hair, and moved to another belly, immediately caressing the phallus. One by one she felt between her fingers the hardened members, all full of desire, some big, some slim, some soft and some rough, some flat and some full of bumps.

She was not saying anything, and they were all expecting her decision. They all wished to be the winner. She did one complete turn, then another one. An idea was forming in her mind. She was still obsessed by the memories of the rapes at Merval's boarding school. She wanted to be possessed, that very night, but only by the biggest prick. A pitiless desire was haunting her. In her hands she took two rods, and evaluated their sizes; her hand pushed one of the men away-the other one thought he had won. In vain did Daniel stand in front of her, his belly propped ahead of him with the voluminous prick, a small head indeed, but with a soft protuberance in its middle. Darcourt who was next, was not more successful…

Monique was softly moaning now with pleasure, under her, her breasts were hanging like oval balls, swinging with more or less violence according to the violence of the male's assault. They were all following on the mirror the evolution of the newest fornication. The movements of the member going in and out of the narrow sheath, like a piston, with a lubricated noise, was very exciting, as was its repeated disappearance into the depths of her belly.

Soon she moaned on a different tone of voice; so did the man. He was breathing hard, and each thrust was punctuated by hoarse gasping. Her buttocks were offered to the perforating tool, as Monique gave herself passionately. And pleasure was coming in her, flooding her whole body and soul. Her twisted mouth soon uttered the impatiently awaited sighs, the body shivered, quivered, the muscles of the legs tensed, and the buttocks seemed to open like a flower. The man, now brutally digging into her, was plunging his tool in her and glued his belly to the burning rotundities.

Soon it was his turn to sigh, and while the girl, convulsively twisting her bottom, exhaled her joy in a last cry, he spat his burning sperm into her ass, and glued to her, silent, motionless, tried to recover his balance.

He moved away from Monique's exhausted body, and she fell on the couch she could not care less about the humiliating posture she was in. In silence, they were all caressing her, and kissing her flesh, sucking at the burning buttocks. She only reacted when she felt an erected and burning phallus, pointing at her asshole. She wanted to resist and move away, but already Darcourt was taming her, like a wild mare, bending her forward, offering her bottom to the newcomer's prick.

“No no, not that. I do not want it. No! No! NO MORE.”

“Hush,” repeated Darcourt, “hush little girl, please realize that you are here only for a few and that you must receive the attentions from all the members of the Club.”

“Ooooh…” sighed the young girl, still struggling, trying by the movement of her ass to avoid the penetration of the prick. But she soon got tired, and also, once again a dim kind of desire came in her. Another weak protestation, and the man's belly was glued to her ass. His tool deeply impaled into her burning guts.

Once again, Sodom was the king. Once again she gave herself passionately, and once again in her burning belly, spurted the burning but appeasing gushes of hot sperm.

Darcourt saw that this time she was really dead. He gave his friends a sign, and they all started dressing. While he was caressing her, still blindfolded, in front of the mirror, or rather, on top of the mirror, she felt once again the cold contact of a nozzle in her burning and slimy anus.