They were already going away from her, and letting her recover her mind. They were still not touching her… But, little by little, the three mouths resumed their former position, and Monique, whose youth allowed such exercise, came another time under the triple anonymous sucking. But this time, nervous hands were caressing her nervous belly and her hardened breasts. She recognized Max's particular way of sucking between her legs, and she drew her thighs close together, feeling his cheeks between them. Another titillated clitoris let go between the lips of her beloved friend, another dose of come juices. She begged for mercy, and they silently let her go quiet again, but they did not stop caressing her body lightly all the time. She heard them discuss together and Max asked her to kneel down, her legs wide open. She was worried when she felt the monk behind her.
Suddenly she let out a sharp cry of surprise. A face was glued to her propped buttocks a tongue was insinuating between the separated globes. The mouth was closing on the puckered lips of her asshole as it would have kissed another mouth, and the tongue titillated the edges, and then penetrated her ass. Giving her an unknown feeling of joy. The young girl gave herself completely to the new caress. The tongue was drilling in her hole, and infiltrating deeper. It was most exciting. What sighs she let out under that unequaled pleasure.
And the monk kept going on with his wonderful caress. Monique was uttering deep and throaty moans, letting her joy come, and reach the climax. Finally she came, her fingers rasped the velvet bedcloth, and she let out a last loud cry. The monk felt the shuddering body on his face still dug between the undulating buttocks. The bottom seemed to want to absorb the sucking mouth-and then came another cry, similar to the first. She fell on the bed completely motionless, her resistance-if she had had any-broken by the violence of the newly experienced pleasure.
After a little while, she got up again. She could not see anything, all lights were turned off. In the night, a voice (she recognized Max's) whispered by her side:
“As the little girl has been really good, she can now choose a nice lollipop, as a matter of fact she will have three big lollipops, but she will have to go and get them, one by one. Come on little girl, try to find in the dark the reward for your good behavior.
And he pushed her to the middle of the room.
Monique was deeply excited to be naked in the dark amidst the three men, mad with desire. What were they going to demand of her? She knew of course that she was going to support their assaults, and the penetration of their erected tools. But how?
One by one, were Max's words.
She moved, completely blind, her arms in front of her. She met a body with clerical dress. Her fingers seized the motionless shoulders, went down to the belly that was naked, and grabbed the erected prick. The man was sitting down, legs apart. The rod was thin, rather long. He posed his hand on her head; she bent, and found the burning flesh against her cheeks. She opened her mouth and immediately had the pole in her mouth down to her throat. She hiccuped when it met the lowest part of her palate. Then, in the silent room, was heard the noise of the sucking. Monique was not really an expert, and she preferred to suck at women than men, but maybe that was going to prove a supplementary charm. She knew by the hard pressing of the man's hands on her hair that he found the suction agreeable. She was suddenly frightened by the idea of the shameful position in which she was kneeling in front of that naked belly and sucking at the man's virility. She raised her head, but he pushed her down and obliged her to resume her position and take him. Then, at the contact of the hand, she knew that she had found her master, and she abandoned all modesty and gave herself completely to the task of sucking at his prick. Her lips coated the phallus, and her tongue softly titillated the smallest contours of the protruding head.
But the monk pushed the young girl away, helped her up, and made her bend forward. Monique leaned upon the seat where the monk was sitting. She instinctively opened her legs and offered her bottom, keeping one hand on her pussy, to prevent any attempt to break her virginity. But she only felt the caress of the prick between the separated globes, and then the resistance of her asshole, to the penetration. She closed her eyes, waiting for the hard pain when he would rush in her, but he was very sweet and progressive. He moved in, thrusting his tool slowly and with little pushes. She hardly sighed when he finally touched the flesh of her ass with his belly. And then came the delightful act of sodomy. She purred like a kitten, enjoying it with all her body. The more the man was enjoying her, the more violent was the slap when their bodies met. The man uttered a couple of hoarse moans and the girl a few happy cries. Then came the spasm, and the satisfied sighs of the couple, tumbling over each other on the bed.
The man removed his tool from the impaled girl, and reanimated her by some very soft suckings at her breasts. When he left that she was completely awakened, he pushed her again to the center of the room.
Once again, Monique faced her former sensation, naked in the dark room. She reached the place where the other monk was waiting. He did the same thing, giving the breasts long and encircling kisses, while placing his tool on her hand. She felt its size, and was frightened by it, like the day before, in the corridor. But he was impatient and he bent her forwards. His bulging phallus bumped against the slimy and narrow mouth. She offered herself to that erected snake. He bent and aimed till he was sure that his huge tool was perfectly in the axis of her hole. Monique felt the nervous and trembling fingers on her own flesh, trembling with desire. A long loud cry came, as though she was expecting it. She realized the size of the tool by the force of the penetration in her. He had penetrated her with one thrust. Her puckered mouth, inflamed, distended, forced, was hurting her, but she could feel the burning phallus deep in her, vibrating and quivering with joy.
Fortunately enough, the man had only forced a sheath that had been already prepared by his ass fucking. He was gasping a little, his mouth on Monique's neck, and suddenly he agitated his member in her soiled belly and the pleasure came, unavoidably. She forgot the pain, and gave herself completely to the pleasure of the so beloved act.
He made her come her best, and when she fell in a last cry of satisfaction, he had just spat in her his slimy and burning sap. He brought her back to consciousness, remaining in her, his belly glued to her ass. Then when he felt that she was available again, he pushed her to the center of the room. She hesitated, but felt the presence of Max by her, bending her and her ass, filled to the brim by the other's sperm, she received his sperm in her, full of unsatisfied desires.
He moved out of her, and took her to the corner where she had abandoned her clothes:
“Now little girl, go and get ready after your little toilet, but do not be too long or you will be late for the reception.”
In the dark she climbed the stairs, and uttered a little cry of surprise when she bumped against a body. She was embraced, and could hardly feel the hard material of the monastic dress, the naked belly, and the erected prick. She was already turned around. She leaned against the stones of the wall and she felt the head of a prick stop against her asshole, dripping with the juices of former intercourses. She did not refuse herself to the male who was taking her for the second time, and she recognized the thin and long prick that she had sucked earlier during the evening. She clenched her teeth and tried not to react too violently, but she could not withhold two loud cries when the spasms seized her. Gasping, she ran to the bathroom while the monk went silently to the sitting room.