Helena Robertson - Mousse

“Darling, it is so beautiful. Give yourself pleasure, you will see how exciting…”

And she received a long kiss on her lips from Tai's lips. She was troubled by that delightful contact. Then she posed her hands on the Buddha's knees and lifted her whole body up. When she felt that the tool was going to slide completely out of her, she sat down again. She was surprised at the extraordinary voluptuousness that suddenly came in her at the renewed penetration.

From the base of the statue another beam of dim pink light was lit, and came right between the young girl's legs. She closed her eyes and enjoyed herself like a wild animal, completely uninhibited. She was even more excited at the mere idea of the three other persons in the same room looking at her monstrous embrace with that motionless and yet lifelike image of lust personified by the glass Buddha. She was now doing all the action, rubbing her insides on the Buddha's prick, lifting her body up, and then letting it fall, impaled once again, to lift it once more. She was like a vertical pendulum sliding on that shining glass rail. The pole was going in and out of her flesh with a soft silky wet noise; it sounded a little like the suction of a syrupy kiss. Her breasts were slightly sagging under her oscillating body, and she accelerated the shuttle movement of her ass on the glass sex. Everyone was silent, and the murmur of the flesh against the glass was the only noise to be heard in that strange temple of the Ancestors.

Monique could feel her pleasure come to a peak, but she was quite exhausted and her movements were accentuating that fatigue. Tai understood it quite well and came by her. She took her under the arms and helped her to sodomize herself. The spasms were not long coming, and Monique, biting at one of Tai's breasts, uttered her satisfaction and let herself fall between the statue's arms, while three gushes of warm liquid were flooding her insides.

She had hardly recovered her mind when she was disimpaled and propped upon a leather couch, her bottom up and her legs apart. She felt the man's virility on her ass, and hid her face between her arms, consenting, without any shame. She hardly felt the penetration of the thin prick in her ass after the huge tool that had sodomized her for such a long time.

But in the dark room, close to them, another woman was crying, crying with pain…

“Tai said Chang in commanding tones.”

“Yes Chang, but…no… not as the statue… aaah…”

Then silence. Monique, excited by the idea of Max ass fucking the narrow and petite woman tightened her muscles on Chang's prick. She thought that she was too tired to react once more to pleasure but was amazed to find out that she was feeling her joy come back with renewed violence. If her sighs were merely from pleasure and satisfaction, Tai was now exhaling her pain in long moans. But after all she now paying for Monique's coming. They all came together in a concert of gasping noises and moans, inarticulate, fantastic, out of this world.

With the typical oriental delicateness, Chang and Tai left Monique to dress alone in the now completely silent room. And she asked Monique to come back another time, for a big festivity that was to take place at their home. Monique, whose healthy nature was not rebuked by the idea of the whip, promised to come and kissed Tai back. She left her with the word that Tai was expecting: “I will be back!”

She did not meet Chang before leaving the villa, and met Max waiting for her outside. They walked back to Sonia's house, silently, but when he kissed her good night, Max could easily see that Monique had been perfectly satisfied with her evening.

Monique had a very agitated night. She dreamt of dragons, of sardonically smiling Buddhas, and she woke more than once.

The cool air of the morning appeased her nerves. She came to the conclusion that she had lost the habit of being whipped and chastised, and some painful spot on her bottom confirmed that impression.

Lying naked on her bed she remembered all the events of the past evening, and then only she realized the shame of the pictures that she had taken in front of perfect strangers. The horror of the situation appeared clearly to her as she remembered the lubricity of the poses, the monstrosity of her union with the glass idol. But, little by little, other memories came to her mind, delightful memories. The jutting, petite breasts of Tai, the pleasure coming in her at the contact of the warm sex of the glass buddha, the statue's arms, opened, as for some love call. And suddenly she thought that life was a wonderful, bright pink thing.

Max called her on the phone that very morning to ask how she felt. He seemed reassured to know that she still was happy, young and gay.

In the afternoon she and Janine went to Max's house. Both dressed in the same way, all in white, they were like two sisters, and the mirror soon reflected their intimacies to the delighted eyes of the man. Then the two young bodies rolled on the sofa where, in an exhausting embrace, Monique let loose all her thirst for passion.

Max took a cat o'nine tails with very thin lashes and artistically began flogging the round and smooth buttocks. He started slowly, aiming at the upper part of the soft twin globes. Soon the perfect flesh started getting a network of little pink lines. Janine was not suffering, she could only feel a strange warmth irradiate her young body, starting from the bottom and reaching little by little the low part of her belly and her cunt. She was dancing the most voluptuous twist you ever saw.

She uttered sighs and moans. Then Max, exciting himself, started flogging her more vigorously. She sighed more deeply and she accentuated the movements of her bottom. She dug her fingers in the thick wool of the carpet, and both her head and her buttocks were delightfully blushing. Monique squatted by Janine's head gave her soft kisses on the nape of her neck, whispering sweet love words that intoxicated the young girl. Max lashed harder and the thin lashes were cracking on the muscled globes. Janine now was panting, quivering and moaning while Monique caressed her breasts and promised her all the carnal joys that she would like to take on her own body, but she begged her to resist some more. At times Monique would look at the naked Max, who, completely naked, was now whipping with all his might the crying child.

Sometimes the thin lashes would lick at the cunt and the child would let out a hard cry of pain. She tried to close her thighs but the more violent flogging reaching her sideways, soon obliging her to reopen the compass of her legs. And each time she would do so, she offered the sight of her most intimate parts, in the dim light coming from the curtained windows.

But the pain became too violent. The child let a couple of tears roll on Monique's hand and Monique gave Max a sign. He gave another two or three violent blows to the shuddering body, and then stopped flogging the crying child. Then he knelt by her side and passionately kissed her flesh.

Monique then stretched her voluptuous body on the carpet, her thighs wide open, her legs propped up; Janine, bending over the offered and already damp sex softly touched the open lips with her own lips, sending Monique flying high in the paradise of sexual joys. But, at the same time she felt the most exciting caress, Max was kissing her ass, and she felt the most perfect pleasure creep deep in her when his tongue reached her asshole and slowly started penetrating the narrow passage. Then while Monique was uttering little gasps of pleasure, the same song came out of her own sex where Janine's mouth was glued and sucking with all her juvenile strength.

Max had to use both hands to keep some control over the youngster's bottom when the spasm came, so violent were the contractions and twists of the enthralled body. Monique came at the same time, and she could not tell whether it was under the expert caress of Janine's tongue or merely under the excitement of the situation, the cries of Janine and her moans of pleasure bringing on her own sex a warm breeze that was the most powerful of aphrodisiacs with the constant titillation of the young tongue on her dripping cunt.