Helena Robertson - Mousse

When the child had recovered her mind, they all returned to the sofa. Max asked Janine to assume the most revealing and daring poses that enhanced all the contours of her juvenile and appetizing body, then he motioned to her and propped his erected penis to her. The child knelt by the sofa, slightly sideways, and started sucking at the swollen and shivering dart.

Monique posed her forefinger on Janine's sticky asshole and slowly forced it in completely; her eyes closed, she tried to imagine, referring to the contractions that she felt on her own finger, the joy that a man could feel when his prick was embedded in that warm flesh. Monique was moving her finger softly in the narrow sheath, and the child, extremely contented by that action, was purring softly while sucking at the penis, now erected at its maximum. But Max, who did not want to come in the young girl's mouth, moved back, and turned the child around. Monique regretfully let go the asshole, Max posed his penis all slimy with Janine's narrow asshole.

Then slowly, but with all his force, he dug his powerful penis, dampened and lubricated by the former sucking of the child, into her hole. The child uttered a long cry while accepting that huge blade that was distending her narrow slit. Her complaint stopped only when the hairy belly of the man reached the round and protruding firm little buttocks.

Max moderately sodomized the young body, watching his own penis slide in and out of the intimate sheath, and the contractions of the brown lips around his cylinder. Soon, the pleasure became too powerful and Max increased his pace, shaking the young body, impaled on him up to the swollen balls. The child herself, driven out of her mind by the simultaneous actions being fucked in her ass with such violence, shaken by that huge pole, masturbated from the inside by the shuttle movement of that pole of flesh in her entrails, her breasts shivering under her torso, gave herself completely. When she felt the three warm gushes of hot sperm splurt in her, she came in a complete frenzy and with never before attained violence.

Max thanked Monique when she said that that was enough for the day. They were all quite tired and self-satisfied.

The night was calmer and the sunny morning that followed brought to Monique a renewed thirst for adventures and new pleasures. Nothing was happening and Monique thought that it was a bad omen for the rest. Jacques was nothing but annoying, and Monique, taking advantage of the nap time, took a book and headed to the woods for a little walk.

It was a very hot afternoon. She reached the beach by a short cut through the dunes and sat in a deserted corner. She looked around her; the sea was getting a little rough. This was probably due to the winds that had been blowing for the major part of the night.

Children were playing on the beach and their hollerings annoyed Monique. She walked for a little time, and she arrived at a point where there was an old Bunker from World War II-many lovers knew the place because its thick walls provided them with a shelter for their embraces. The walls were covered with little drawings, from the heart and arrow with letters coupled in it, to more obscene and precise drawings.

Monique saw that another girl was visiting the abandoned fortress, a young girl in her twenties, whose swollen short and bouncing brassiere enhanced more than concealed her voluptuous shapes. Fair haired, her skin a nice amber tone, long and slender legs, she was looking absent mindedly at the litter on the ground in the bunker.

Monique waited for a moment, and when she was certain that the girl was alone, she came to her and started talking with her. When seen at close range, she was a girl without any extraordinary features, just nice and healthy, soft eyes, and rather happy to meet somebody. They walked out of the bunker together and moved toward the nearby woods.

Her name was Denise. She was employed by a factory that specialized in the fabrication of spare parts for aviation plants. She was spending her annual vacation here with her parents. Monique offered her a cigarette and was amused at the trouble she could feel in the other girl at the sight of her firm and arrogant breasts under the thin and revealing blouse. Then, pretending to be sunbathing, Monique simply took off her blouse. Her splendid torso was then displayed to the wondering eyes of the admiring young girl. She remained breathless in mute contemplation of the two perfect fruits, with their erected nipples, hard as a warm stone in the sun. She could not keep her eyes away from the breasts that Monique was now far from concealing.

“It does not bother you if I take off my blouse? After all we are only women together…”

“Oh no,” replied Denise, with a weak and trembling voice. “But I have never seen such perfection.”

“Mine are a little too big; yours seem to be more proportioned.”

“Oh no. Mine are quite big, but the flesh is somewhat too soft, while yours…”

Monique caressed her teats and their erected nipples, testing their hard texture, and leaving her hands on the globes.

“It may be cute like that, when you are naked, but sometimes in life it is really annoying when you are fully dressed.”

“Oh yes,” agreed Denise, with a sad look on her face.

“You seem to have rather bad memories about that?”

Denise was easy to get acquainted with; she spoke without restraint. Monique realized that the other girl was on the brink of more intimate confidence. She leaned over a still timid Denise and, unhooking the brassiere, she freed the two heavy breasts of the girl; they were large teats indeed, with long nipples, swollen on the round globes.

Monique contemplated the girl for a little while, then she placed her hands on the shivering flesh. Denise, still blushing, made more adventurous after Monique's overture, started caressing Monique's breasts. They soon came to exchange ardent kisses on each other's chest. Their hands were sliding in the shorts, or under the skirt and brushing the hair of the already dampened sexes.

Then, holding the girl close to her, letting her kiss her from time to time, Monique listened to the sad account of the misfortunes of Denise, while she was delicately titillating the erected love bud between the young girl's soft lips.

Denise had been hired at the factory and was holding a position as clerk; she was also in charge of spare parts and had to spend quite a long time each day in the storage department of the factory, in long walls between the endless rows of cases and shelves containing the various bolts and screws that the factory was producing. One hot day, she was not wearing anything but a rather thick blue blouse, and was completely naked under it. She was directly under the orders of a rather old man, who had been in the job all his life. In that rather deserted place of the factory she felt quite relaxed. After the deliveries in the morning nobody came to disturb her while she was working. She was really quiet. She had noticed however the obscene allusions of two workers who always whispered words when passing near her corner. But she had settled the matter once and for all and sent them to hell. A third man, looking harder than the others did not seem to have understood and he still insisted. Denise was kind of scared of this one.

That precise day her direct supervisor was not here. Denise was alone, slowly checking a catalogue in a dark Corner of the storage room. She was checking each part and presently was occupied at checking the ones placed in the upper shelves. To reach the shelves she had to put one foot on each side of the little alley between the two rows of shelves, and she had thus her legs wide apart. Suddenly, lowering her head, she saw under her, the two men she had so violently rebuked in the past. They were staring at her revealed flesh. She immediately wanted to close her legs, but before she could make one move they took hold of her ankles and maintained her firmly in her position between the shelves. At the same moment she felt, as in a nightmare, the other man, behind her, climbing on the shelves and pulling her arms back to tie her hands. Then in two seconds he unhooked the blouse and she was naked, her sex and breasts exposed to the men. Her wide open legs were revealing her sex in the most obscene way, and she had absolutely no way of concealing an inch of her body from them. She could feel the warm breathing of the men between her legs; the other one was pressing her teats vigorously, as if he was trying to milk her. She wanted to cry, holler, do something, but was paralyzed with fear and could not move.