Darcourt asked Monique to seat down. She obeyed, her bottom resting on the point of the V while her taken apart legs were on the two separate branches of the transparent V. Her frock, covering her thighs did not allow her to see under her legs, but she understood the shameful exhibition that she was performing for those men, bending toward her and staring at the ground?
The light was directed on her buttocks, her offered sex, and everyone could see in the mirror, without leaving her any possibility of defense, all of her most intimate secrets. They could see between her legs the rosy sex, with its love but nested in the middle of the thick, slightly open and perpetually damp lips.
Very exciting apparition indeed… In the men's eyes it was easy to discover the reactions to that immodest performance…
They had all turned their little lamps out, and the only light left was the source hidden in the chair's feet, and its reflection in the indiscreet mirror. It was the triumph and exaltation of sex, it seemed to offer itself like a pink mouth, and call for a kiss… It was jutting of the shade and was outrageously provocative… Monique felt a strange voluptuousness come in her, it was mixed shame, desire, restrained lust, impatience… Her temples were painful with the heavy beat of her blood… Her hands were nervously pressing her knees under the dress… She wanted to get up, but at the same time it was as if some invisible power was nailing her to her transparent chair.
She realized that Darcourt was behind her… With an unusually harsh tone of voice he spoke:
“Little Monique… am sure that you must be thirsty too… Let me “serve” you a drink like a good little girl…”
She was listening, waiting. She felt him kneeling behind her, she saw in the shade his hand, by her side, holding an ebony nozzle, middle sized, surrounded by an ivory protuberance… An unspeakable emotion came violently in her and she remembered all the poles an various stakes that had been forced into her painful but consenting flesh… She close her eyes… She felt the nozzle when its extremity brushed past her cunt… The shiny, well polished olive lazily rubbed the little pucked month, as if it was trying by that contact the smooth and soften the hard contour of her anus… Opening her eyes, Monique saw the men's eyes looking, staring at the mirror, between her legs, and lost in the voluptuous contemplation of the slow penetration of the long nozzle in her body. Monique contracted herself, in vain… The stake was sliding without any difficulty into her and the flat little ivory circle soon touched the lips of her asshole…
Darcourt dropped the nozzle, and the vision of that behind, with the tube and little rubber pipe coming out of it, was really a masterpiece of eroticism… Monique started to feel relieved, and she stopped contracting her muscles, but at the same time, the nozzle, pulled out by the pipe's weight, started sliding out of her ass…
“But it is not big enough for that greedy mouth… Said Darcourt… For a bigger mouth, it takes a bigger glass…”
He pulled the nozzle completely out… Monique, not too anxious but really ashamed, sighed a little.
“Hush, hush, little girl, this is a nice class… Are you really that impatient to drink?… In that case, that is exactly what you need…”
Monique saw him adjust a bigger nozzle, with a thicker bubble… He showed it to her, and she blushed, it was about the size of a normal man's prick… Se contemplated that shiny instrument, oiled with vaseline, and when she realised how big the end was.
— No, No… she said, crispating her hands on the sides of her strange chair.
But Darcourt was already posing the little head on the side of her ass-hole, and pushing, he forced the sensitive mouth that absorbed completely the nozzle, with a soft and mushy sound… Monique hid her face between her hands so that she would not see the devilish look on the men's faces. One torsion of her belly made clear for her that the thing was coming in her, ineluctably, softly, but irresistibly… She felt in slide, fill her ass, and her belly, and then stop, when the last bump reached the lips of her ass-hole.
Darcourt got up and came in front of her to watch the voluptuous scene in the mirror under her. It was a symphony of black, pink, red, and other fleshy tones… And also an erotic vision of that voluptuous enema…
Darcourt put a crystal vase in Monique's hands, from its bottom ran pipe that was adjusted to the nozzle, dug in Monique's ass.
— My friends, he said, we are going to drink to the return among us of our favorite child… Therefore, we shall pour a little bit of liquid out of our glasses into hers.
“Cheers, little girl…” And Darcourt poured half of the content of hiss glass into the transparent vase.
One by one they all did the same thing, and soon Monique felt the cold liquid come weakly in her burning belly.
And now, let us raise our glasses for a toast in her honor, and let delightful child drink with us…
Monique saw the men raising their glasses towards her, and she hesitated a little bit. Then, at her turn she raised slowly the limpid vase, containing the sparkling and cold liquid… They me tied heir glasses, but at the same time they were all looking attentively at the level of the liquid in the vases that Monique was holding in her hands… They were fascinated by the slow progression of the liquid that they could easily imagine into her burning inside, as if aspired by some mysterious force. They could all imagine the liquid filtrating into her most intimate flesh, softly sparkling into her guts… Monique, her eyes closed, was enjoying that new pleasure and a fresh sensation was coming in her…
Soon enough the vase was empty, but Darcourt lifted it up so that no drop would be lost then he removed the tube from the extremity of the nozzle… The nozzle alone was emerging from her insides, like a thick liquorice lollypop, out of the pink and greedy mouth…
They took all their time to admire that pornographic vision, and Monique felt a delightful warmth grow in her… She was getting tipsy… She looked imploringly at Darcourt, he understood, he came to her and slowly removed the nozzle, then he showed her to the bathroom where he left her alone.
When she came back, soon after, she found all the guests dressed only with black bathrobes under which it was visible that the wore nothing… On the ground a large enough mirror was laying flat, surrounded by little lamps. Darcourt brought Monique there standing up, and while he was embracing her, they could all see behind them, her intimate parts reflected by the mirror.
Darcourt was caressing her breast over the bodice, and little by little he removed the material and allowed the teats to point freely in the air. They were enormous, and the nipples were darted, hardened by excitation… Soon her torso was naked, and she only had her hat left… They all admired that wonderful young bust and then gave it then gave it their best caresses…
All that sucking and petting achieved to excite the young girl…
Then they slowly removed her frock… It went sliding to the ground… And she was naked, splendid symbol of youth and maturity at the same time, but also of lust, and voluptuousness… They were silently contemplating… She kept her legs tight so that her sex would not show in the mirror. She refused to take them apart, but Darcourt, opening his bathrobe appeared completely naked, his gigantic tool slowly balancing over the bouncy testicles… Getting closer to her, a whip in his hands, he placed himself sideways of an anxious Monique.
“Open your thighs!..”
Short command that she had already heard so often, that order that always revolted her a little was also the command that excited her the most… It found no echo in the silent room…