Helena Robertson - Mousse

“Drink, little girl, drink… That should ease your pains and relax you…”

And once again she felt the sparkling beverage spurt and babble in her, but it was soothing the fire that was burning in her.

Her belly inflated by the liquid, she left those men, still excited by that sight, and got dressed again. Led by Darcourt, she took the blindfold off her eyes only in the bathroom…

During the same week of her vacation, Monique went to three club meetings, receiving at each meeting, in her belly, the “attentions” of two “members”. Then once alone with Darcourt she gave herself to him. At the end of her vacation they all had the pleasure of coming in her. On the last evening she reserved herself for Darcourt, and they passed together some unforgettable hours of intense voluptuousness.

She came out of that evening with her whole flesh hurt by his flagellation. He had flagellated her breasts, her buttocks, and her cunt, and three times he had penetrated her anus.

She came back to the boarding school with a few little gifts and also some silky lingerie. She met again with the impatient Sylvie, and the evenings went by, with the usual share of greedy suckings by the juvenile mouths, and the caressing or painful evenings spent with Sylvie.

And Monique could not help thinking that during the eighty days that came before the vacations, she had received the more or less ardent attentions of erected pricks that had forced sixty-five times their way through the little puckered mouth hidden in the voluptuous slit.

Monique got up. She removed her sticky fingers from her sex, glued by the juices that resulted from her ardent masturbation. She took a lukewarm shower, and it appeased her hungry body. She looked at the time and decided that it was time for her to get dressed. She put on her a black silk slip, with lace embroideries, a little pleated skirt that came to her knees, a very tightened bodice that underlined the contours of her breasts, and she went to the living room.

Her young cousin Jacques soon met her there, and she had to defend herself against the energy of his precocious mind. Soon enough Sonia also arrived, and the guests followed. They were a middle aged couple, and out of fun, Monique tried to excite the man's desire and showed him large parts of her thighs by crossing her legs higher than necessary. She took a vicious pleasure in seeing him blush. She did not take much interest in the conversation, and was quite relieved when they finally decided to leave.

The evening finally came, and as Sonia was going out on her own, it was very easy for Monique to change, leave unnoticed and run to Darcourt's villa. She was dressed in the black velvet uniform of Mrs. Merval's boarding school. All wrapped in her black cape, she arrived without incident at her friend's house. She had carefully covered her face with a little black mask. She did not regret it, because as soon as she entered the room she could see that at least a dozen people were there. On the ground, the mirror was surrounded by a few electric bulbs, and that was the only light of the room.

Darcourt welcomed her in a whisper, and she guessed the man's passion for her. He brought her into the center of the circle of men, and she found herself placed on the mirror. Under her, everybody could see the reflection of her pulpy buttocks, and the whiteness of her thighs above the black silk-covered legs. The fair, felt-like pubis offered its voluptuous triangle beneath the flat stomach. Again, Monique was the prey of her desires like during the last Easter vacations. She closed her eyes while listening to Darcourt's voice whispering ardent and passionate words in her ear.

And they could all see, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, the beautiful compass of her legs slowly open and reveal completely the pink cunt with its slightly parted lips. Monique was listening to the men's excitement, heavy with desire. She could see through the openings in her mask the necks of all the men, bent over the mirror, encircling her displayed body. She let them contemplate her intimacy for a long while in its reflection, and then she closed her legs tightly. The heads raised up again…

And the rite of the champagne toast went along as usual. She offered to the men sitting on the cushions the usual biscuits on the glass, with the usual glance on her bottom. She sat on the transparent chair, and her belly drank the sparkling beverage. The liquid came in her. They were twelve, and more liquid was poured in the crystal vase. Her belly had to endure a bigger libation.

She found familiar emotions when she was again naked amongst them. When they were all naked together, her body twisted once more under the delicious torture of the cat o'nine tails. But this time she refused to be blindfolded to endure the penetration of Sodom. She wanted to see the phallus that would penetrate her for the first time that night. She asked to be sodomized only one time, and it took a severe correction to persuade her to accept the “attentions” of two members.

They imposed the bigger on her, and she was ready for the male's penetration. Then under the caresses of their tongues on the lips and love bud of her sex, looking through the tiny opening as if they could feel her virginity, she was satisfied, lying on her back, her legs thrust wide open…

Her legs still apart, she offered herself according to the ancient European tradition, to the man who pushed, slowly but with all his strength, his virility into her belly. Sodom was king again, and its pleasure left her panting on the sofa. But soon another prick came in her, and the man's subtle movements awakened in her unsuspected passions. After the last voluptuous enema, Monique found herself on the way back home, with large swellings under her eyes, completely dizzy.

She knew that one day out of two she would be taken and used in this way, and that it would satisfy her quest for pleasure, but, in herself she also knew that she wanted something completely different. She decided to try by all means to find what it was and she trusted her female instinct for the choice of the ways to that new pleasure. And the next day she offered her completely naked body to her little cousin Jacques.

How sweet were the caresses that he willingly gave her. It reminded her Merval's school and her greedy and lusty pupils. What a joy it was to contemplate the child's adoration for her well-shaped thighs and what an exciting impression to close her legs on his cool and soft cheeks, while his mouth was sucking her cunt with voracity and his hands pressed her buttocks, still slightly painful from the last spanking.

She took a great pleasure in assuming the most, and four times she came under the already expert action of his lips and tongue.

When she went to the beach she was fully satisfied and had no more desires for voluptuousness. At least so she thought-but it did not take along to prove the contrary.

Monique left Jacques playing alone on the beach and on her way back home she met a little girl, thirteen years old, named Janine B., who resided for her vacation with her uncle, an old bachelor, in a nearby villa. She was far advanced and well-formed for her age; the clothes, light cotton cardigan, and very short shorts, underlined the pretty curves of her nimble body. The face was of no particular beauty, but was reflecting a lot of tenderness mixed with a certain naivete. She seemed shy; Monique said hello to her, and they started wandering together in the woods.

Shortly after that meeting, they were sitting hidden by a thick bush, and were chattering away when the little girl, whose eyes seemed fascinated by Monique's bosom, complimented her on the beauty of her breasts. She was amazed at the perfection of the two conic fruits, like Chinese hats, pointing under the cardigan. One word bringing another, and one compliment its like, the soon were both bare-breasted, and Monique lay on her back, letting the young girl avidly kiss her teats.