Helena Robertson - Mousse

Thirty-five… thirty-six… the man stopped and slapped both buttocks. Monique understood that it was over but also remembered that she had to add her own age to the man's age. So she started counting again. One… two… she was counting as slowly as she could, propping her bottom up, and the man was in her. Monique was really giving herself to that fake sex. Nineteen came, and the caress ended.

The man kissed her ass and removed the slimy priapus. Monique got up, the lamp went off, and another one lit by her side, a discreet call for pleasure. Monique offered her ass to that other unknown man, and felt the already bigger dildo undulate in her body. The shuttle movement started, punctuated by the numbers. The thing was going in and out of her with a slimy wet noise, and it sounded like a well-oiled piston operating smoothly. Forty-seven… Two light slaps on her fanny marked the age of the fucked. He kept agitating the tool while Monique was counting her own age. But now she was excited, and sometimes cheated, and twisted her body so that the dildo would go in and out before she could spell another number.

Monique was in a terrible state of excitement when he removed the tool from her ass. She rushed to the next man, and with a sigh of pleasure she felt the rubber tube enter her ass. She uttered a small cry of pain too, for this one was really bigger than the others. It was masterfully handled by Max. She could have cried with joy while receiving the forty-eight blows that penetrated her insides, and with what pleasure did she count her nineteen years with so many bumps that it certainly could have passed for thirty.

Max regretfully let her go, feeling her pleasure so close. But what kisses he gave her beloved ass. But Monique quickly went to the next guest. Once again she gasped when she felt the bigger tool penetrate her asshole. And in a religious silence she received thirty-seven more penetrations from that one, followed by her own number of nineteen. But she had counted too fast and once again she came to the verge of her pleasure when the final number was said.

Staggering, her temples painful under the heavy beating of her blood pressure, all her body tense-the dildo was really big this time — after the usual painful feeling at the moment of the first penetration, Monique felt the whole thing in her and she could not resist pleasure any longer. The man realized that the young girl was going to come under his hand and then he accelerated the rhythm of his “possession.” Monique was not counting any more; now she was being penetrated five times before she could even say one number. And soon pleasure burst in her. She was standing like a devil, undulating on her trembling legs, and she could hardly keep her balance, and when she came to the number “six,” of her age, she fell down in the most fantastic convulsion she had ever dreamed of, the dildo still deeply impaled in her. They let her recuperate for a couple of minutes, then she got up herself, and slowly, enjoying every bit of it, she counted the twelve remaining years.

And then she was in front of another one, and again it was a bigger tool, and again she felt pleasure come in her, as a whirlpool. She could not think… she was just lust and animal desire.

And another one, bringing her close to the second peak of her frantic search for joy, and then it was Tai behind her, with a monstrous thing in her hand. But this one was too big, and the pain was violent when it penetrated in her, but the unbelievable happened and then and there as she thought she was going to die, the puckered mouth slowly allowed the dildo to slide in her. But Tai was really too young and Monique could not reach her peak in such a little number of years.

She could hardly walk to the next man, Chang, and she had to lean on the bench in front of her in order not to fall. Suddenly she felt something so big that it covered her asshole completely, lips and all. In a flash she saw again the fabulous dildo and she shivered with fear. It was a violent but progressive thrust.

The young girl thought that her muscles were torn apart, that her whole body was cut in two, and she hollered and moaned. She felt the muscles of her hole struggle against that penetration, but the well-vaselined cylinder slid in her little by little, and the pain eased down. After a little while the cylinder was completely in her and the puckered mouth seemed to suck on it. Then Chang's fingers were against her buttocks.

Then he dropped the tool, and he moved back to be able to contemplate that fabulous ass fucking. He motioned to them, and the guests all got up and came close to get a better view of what was happening in front of them. They all admired the beauty of the sight of that huge pole emerging from that tender flesh. The lips seemed to suck the round object, and the little lamp was focused exactly on the asshole. The pole penetrated her, and the lips of the hole seemed to disappear in with it. Then Chang started moving the thing in her slowly, slowly, but powerfully. They were all fascinated by the beauty of what they were witnessing…

Monique was not saying anything new, and nobody would have asked her to count the number of years. She was just being made in the most fantastic manner, and she loved it. Pleasure came in her, violently, and she trembled on her legs. Her knees bent, and they let her kneel down, bottom up, and the shuttle accelerated in the lubricated entrails. She was purring now, and could feel the beat of her pulse on her clitoris. She stuttered some inarticulate words, and then quivered. She accentuated the shuttle movement by doing the same thing with her whole body. The anus seemed to want to swallow more of the thing and even Chang's fingers if possible.

Suddenly Monique stopped being human, and started acting like a wild animal. She hollered like a beast in the jungle, and no one could remember having seen a woman come so passionately under such a sodomization. Chang had just time to remove the dildo before the fall of the body on one side of the couch, and then she remained there motionless and still gasping…

They left her quiet for a little while, then Tai took her by the arm:

“Now little white goddess, now that the Hevea has charmed you and that we have all enjoyed the songs that you have been singing, you must come to the Buddha and thank him for what he has done for you. He has his arms toward you, and also his virility. Put your secret mouth on it and let it be good to your soft belly and to your ivory buttocks…

Monique moaned and protested her exhaustion, but they carried her to the Buddha and did not give her the choice of what she had to do.

The warm glass phallus was against her asshole, and it penetrated easily, its luminous head buried in the most secret parts of that virgin's body. She leaned against the Buddha's round belly, and started a dance like no dancer ever before performed, giving herself completely to the grimacing idol.

She was so tired doing it all by herself, and like the first time, Tai had to help her to with the symbolic action of being penetrated by the motionless god. She came, held in Tai's arms, impaled on the God.

When Tai helped her up, the other guests had disappeared. Tai and Chang walked her and Max across the flower garden, and then only did Tai kiss Monique on the mouth. A thoughtful Max and a dead tired Monique disappeared in the night.

After the short trip through the woods, Monique reached her room, and immediately fell asleep. She was still dreaming about new adventures.