Helena Robertson - Mousse

“Thank you, but I really cannot, I promised that I would be home for dinner, but I will come back another evening.”

“Tonight?”

“No, that would not be easy…”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes, tomorrow, around nine o'clock. Where?”

“Here, my friends will certainly come here and join us?”

“Yes, we will, we will do the impossible and free ourselves to come and chit chat with that charming young girl. I hope that she is not angry at us for the slight correction that she received?”

“Hush, bad boys,” said Monique shaking hands with them.” I will see you tomorrow, and then I hope that I will not deserve any punishment.

“That we will have to decide,” said Dar-court. “And it is quite possible that that beautiful body will have to dance tomorrow too.”

“I love dancing, my dear Darcourt, but it is not always the same kind of dance that has my preference. Remember it.”

Monique went back to her home, quite mixed up. She was at the same time, disappointed and happy. Happy because she had really loved to be examined by those greedy eyes, but disappointed at Darcourt, because- she had to admit it-he had really hurt her in that spanking, and her bottom was hurting her just to think about it.

Fortunately, Sonia was late and not in a talkative mood. She went in her room, then Monique heard her go out soon after. The young Jacques clung to her, and she took him to her room, craving for his caresses. She went by the window, enjoying the cool evening breeze, and then she felt the child's warm breath against the still painful flesh of her buttocks. She widened the angle of her legs under the pressure of the two hands and bent forward, offering her protruding naked buttocks to the caress of the young face. His tongue insinuated between the two heavy globes and soon reached the tip of her sex. He was licking the whole slit, drilling at her asshole, and then sucking at her cunt, in a persistent and deep sucking that made her come in a violent spasm. Hiding her head between her folded arms, Monique let the evening air carry her moans away, twice.

On the next day, she found little Janine right after the bath, and she had immediately to undergo the deep and savage embrace of that juvenile body. What passion in that worship of her breasts and sex, what ardent caresses!

Monique was left motionless after that tender assault.

When the child was calmed, Monique started asking questions again.

On the day after the bride's rape, Barral had been out most of the day. Janine had been alone with Solange all day, quite bored, and at night she went to the maid's room. One thing bringing another, and one caress another too, they soon were naked, and the maid gave up in front of such a sweet insistence. Soon it was a concert of sighs and voluptuous moans in the maid's room.

At night, Barral, under some false pretense, had had Janine whipped in a most humiliating and indecent attitude, but he did not ass fuck her. A few cries in the night, and later on the noise of Barral going back to his room, told Janine that Solange had taken care and profit of the excitation that she had aroused in him. Solange confirmed it the very next day.

Monique pushed Janine's head away before she could reach the sensitive and damp spot between her legs. She got up and put some order in her clothing while saying good bye to the young girl.

She went back to the deserted house, and took a cold shower. Soon after that, Jacques was sent to bed because he proved himself unbearable. She went to her room and remained on her bed, naked, just thinking about what she would do the same night. Some friends came in and took Sonia out. Monique hesitated for a very long time before choosing the dress that she would wear on that promising evening. Then she decided to take the pleated skirt of her folklore dress and the bodice, only closed by some tiny buttons that seemed ready to come undone at the first move from the generous breasts. She placed her little black velvet cap on her head, and then realized that she was the perfect picture of a high school student, with a precocious figure. She put on very little makeup, and black silk stockings. Black high heel shoes completed her alluring attire. When she felt ready, she went to Max's villa.

Everything was dark. She went to the sitting room, and immediately understood what was expected of her. The mirror was posed on the ground with the little lamps that only lit the surface. Max and the two silent monks got up, and kissed her hand. They were silent. She was amongst them, standing on the mirror, and she was looking at their tense faces, looking at the revealing mirror under her closed thighs. She did not move for a moment, letting them enjoy the vision of the white flesh the black silk stockings. Then Max pinched at one of her nipples, through the flimsy material of her blouse.

Monique sighed, understanding what they were expecting from her. At first she resisted, and then she twisted her belly and her bottom, and slowly opened the voluptuous compass of her perfectly shaped legs. The sex appeared, a deep pink slit between the fair-haired lips. The thighs came more and more apart, and then nothing of her intimacy was left to the imagination of the three contemplating men.

Max stopped pinching Monique's breasts. All the men were watching the beautiful display in the mirror. Then Monique was authorized by Max to walk off the mirror and to go and put her gloves and purse in a nearby closet.

Max came by her and opened her blouse. The two magnificent breasts popped out like two succulent fruits, with their erected and hard nipples. Max kissed each nipple, and then took the rest of her clothes away. She felt hands on her and she realized that she was being put on a kind of bed, lying on her back. Her arms and legs were like the branches of a capital X.

Then suddenly she shivered and trembled at the same time. Three greedy mouths were glued to her nipples and to her cunt. She was not touched by one hand. She had no contact whatsoever except for those three sucking mouths on her hungry body. Monique understood the kind of pleasure that was on store for her, and she opened her arms and legs even more widely. She could not care less who was titillating her cunt or sucking at her teats, the only thing that really mattered was that humming love song coming through her half parted lips. The pleasure. The spasms surprised her, violent, and unexpected. She had to take upon herself not to dig her fingers in the hair of the men that were glued at her nipples and at her sex. She wanted to press harder on the head that was eating her clitoris, erected between her round thighs. She tried to resist, but she could not, and leaning on those unknown heads, she came passionately and fell convulsed on the velvet covering of the bed.

They were already going away from her, and letting her recover her mind. They were still not touching her… But, little by little, the three mouths resumed their former position, and Monique, whose youth allowed such exercise, came another time under the triple anonymous sucking. But this time, nervous hands were caressing her nervous belly and her hardened breasts. She recognized Max's particular way of sucking between her legs, and she drew her thighs close together, feeling his cheeks between them. Another titillated clitoris let go between the lips of her beloved friend, another dose of come juices. She begged for mercy, and they silently let her go quiet again, but they did not stop caressing her body lightly all the time. She heard them discuss together and Max asked her to kneel down, her legs wide open. She was worried when she felt the monk behind her.

Suddenly she let out a sharp cry of surprise. A face was glued to her propped buttocks a tongue was insinuating between the separated globes. The mouth was closing on the puckered lips of her asshole as it would have kissed another mouth, and the tongue titillated the edges, and then penetrated her ass. Giving her an unknown feeling of joy. The young girl gave herself completely to the new caress. The tongue was drilling in her hole, and infiltrating deeper. It was most exciting. What sighs she let out under that unequaled pleasure.