Helena Robertson - Miss M…
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
THE STORY OF DENISE
Monique had a very agitated night, she dreamt of dragons, of sardonically smiling Bouddahs 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 bouddah… 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. Bot dressed in the same way, all in white, they were like two sisters, and the mirror soon reflected their intimities to the delighted eyes of the man. Then the two young body rolled on the sofa where, in an exhausting embrace, Monique let loose to 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, without any precipitation, aiming at the upper part of the soft twin globes. Soon the perfect flesh started getting a nice ping network of little pink lines. Janine was not suffering, she could only feel a strange warmth irradiate her young body, and, starting from the bottom, 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 deep 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 and out of himself, was now whipping with all his forces the crying child.
Sometimes the thin lashes would come 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, would soon oblige her to reopen the compass of her legs. And each time she would do so, she offered the sight of her completely displayed 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 the stopped flogging the crying child. Then he knelt by her side and passionately kissed her widely displayed 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 ass-hole 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 coming 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 aphrodisiac with the constant titillation of the young tongue on her exacerbated and dripping cunt.
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 black, and turned the child around. Monique regretfully let go the ass-hole, and Max posed his penis all slimly with Janine's saliva, on the edge of the child's pucked and narrow ass-hole.
Then slowly, but with all his force, he dug his powerful penis, dampened and lubricated by the former sucking of the child, in her hole. The child uttered a long cry while accepting that huge blade that was distending her narrow slit… And 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 contradictions 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 unattained 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 renowned thirst for adventures and new pleasures. Nothing was happening and Monique thought that it was of 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. Monique reached the beach by a shortcut through the dunes and she 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 was an old Bunker from WWII, 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.
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