When she came back, a little lamp was giving the whole room an intimate and cozy atmosphere. They all got up, and came to her:
“Good evening little girl, how late you are. Did you enjoy your afternoon,” and other banalities of the same kind. She entered the game immediately, and they talked on in the most mundane way. The only clues tending to prove that something had happened were the subtle smell of the orgy, and a dim pain in her four-times-penetrated asshole.
She served the drinks and they all admired the opulent curves and the graceful allure of the girl, her splendid legs under the too short skirt, and her childish looks.
But it was getting late. She said good-bye, standing on the mirror, her open legs displaying charms of her femininity. She refused to be taken home, and walked through the woods at a good pace, delightfully tired.
When she reached the villa, she had to hide. Sonia was arriving in a car, by the headlight she could see that she was naked under her long cape, and that she was carrying her dress over her arm. Two people got out of the car, and came to kiss her good night, another woman kissed her teats, and then got back in the car. Sonia went in the villa.
Monique, quite amused, waited for a little while before going to her room.
She slept like a log till nine the next morning. At noon she received a little parcel from Max and his friends-it was a little mirror for her toilet table.
In the afternoon she went to the beach alone, abandoning her body to the foamy waves and the joys of sport. She wanted to remain calm, so she did not try to meet Janine. She spent her evening alone with a rather silent Sonia, and once again the bed received her for a whole trip around the clock.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The next morning Monique went to the beach. She found the young child, and she sat by her, in a secluded corner, letting Janine slide her hand under her blouse. She had an idea.
“Please stop. You are exciting me!”
“Come in the woods.”
“No…”
“Why?”
“Because today,” said Monique, “I want to lie on velvet in a dark room.”
“With me?”
“Yes with you. I dreamt, last night, that we were naked, that you were caressing me, and during the whole thing, one of my boyfriends was caressing you too.”
“Ah? And I was not saying anything?”
“No. You loved it. Just to please me.”
“What was he doing to you?”
“Wonderful caresses. And also he dug his finger in your bottom, and also… like your uncle… and you loved it… you enjoyed it?”
“You have a friend like that? I mean that you can be naked in front of, and that does not take you? You are still a virgin?”
“But yes, my little darling. Aren't we giving them what is best in us?”
“Yes, of course, but you are a grown-up.”
“And then what?”
“Well, I thought that older girls were making love in a different way.”
“Lots of them do, yes. But the ones that want to remain virgins do not have any other means to find some happiness, and without realizing it, they are giving what is best in them too.”
“Ah…”
They both remained silent, looking at the flight of seagulls over the sea.
“Would that please you if we went to your friend?”
“Yes darling, so much. I think that it would be so good, and so exciting. No?”
“Then, if you really want to… I like it so much, and if you like it…”
“Oh, darling, I am so impatient.”
Monique gave the child a few caresses, and then instructed her for a date in the woods near Max's place. She also called Max, and his joyous voice was the proof that he highly approved of her idea.
In due time, Monique met Janine. She had on a white skirt, a trifle too short for her age, and a white blouse. She was naked under it. A cute bonnet made of white and pink wool covered her blue-black hair. She was not wearing stockings, and had on white shoes. Monique was dressed in a similar way, all in white.
Max was waiting for them in the dimly lit sitting room. The big mirror was on the ground by a leather cushion. He greeted them, and sat on the cushion, letting them stand on the mirror.
Monique caressed Janine, and Max was admiring the two reflections of those delightful creatures. While Monique had her legs well apart, Janine, full of modesty kept hers closed tight together. But she was giving up under Monique's caresses. Her buttocks were round and firm, and her belly hardly covered with a very velvety down, was promisingly bulging.
Monique allowed the child to undo her blouse, and let her suck at her splendid breasts. Janine was bent forward, her back to Max, and he was seeing in the mirror a large slice of her most intimate parts. He had not touched her yet. Little by little, Janine, giving up under Monique's insistent caresses, opened her legs, and in the compass of her legs, displayed the young, pink, virginal cunt.
Max took all his time to contemplate and enjoy that rare show, comparing the two cunts — the one of the already completely formed woman, in full bloom, and the child's little bud promising already of many enchantments. Shame came to the young girl, and she blushed violently. She wanted to close her legs but Monique convinced her not to do so. Monique took of her blouse, and did the same thing to Janine whose young, sharp breasts jutted, already excited.
Max admired them, and his hands compared the volume of the two pair of teats, then one by one he sucked at them caressing the nipples with his greedy tongue. Monique got completely naked, and slowly slid the child's dress down till it fell crumpled at their feet. Then Janine glued her body to Monique's. Max caressed the child's slit and the sex, protruding on top of the two slim thighs. She uttered a faint cry, half-shame, half-surprise. Then Monique pulled the child toward the sofa, lay down on it, and let her give her body the most passionate caresses. The child was sucking alternately at her prominent bosom and between her thighs. Max, kneeling behind them, was kissing the child's ass, digging his face between the closed globes.
Then he was naked. He displayed his strong and harmonious body, with his erected penis thin and long over the hard black pubic hair. Monique turned Janine around and showed her the magnificent tool, telling her in low tones-without stopping her caresses- what she wanted to see her do.
Janine consented, and bowed over Max's belly. With a deep sigh of contentment he felt the young mouth open, and his prick slide between the lips, on the tongue and down to the throat. Then Janine gave his flesh the suction that he wanted so badly. In the silence came the wet noise of her conscientious work. Monique came by Max and offered him her breasts so that he would at the same time caress her. But his desire was violent. Monique felt it and caressed Janine's head and Max's chest. The child accentuated the ardent suction. Max gave Monique an interrogative look. She saw his trouble and nodded affirmatively. Then he did not try to restrain from his envy. Deep sighs, quivering body, and a hiccup from Janine when she felt in her throat the long warm gushes of sperm fill it.
The child got up, and-ashamed-hid her face between her folded arms. Monique came by her side, and slowly, opened her legs. Max, kneeling between the young thighs, glued his mouth to her sex for an intense sucking of the virgin and juvenile flesh.
Monique was slowly licking the young girl's nipples, and when she felt the young body contract at the approach of the spasm, she glued her mouth to Janine's. With a voluptuous sigh, the child expressed her contentment that was lost in Monique's mouth.
They let the child recover her spirits, and then Monique, on her back, offered her body to the youth's ardent kisses. Like a leech, Janine took the tensed and sensitive clitoris between her lips. Max was bending over Monique, sucking at her breasts. When he felt that she was getting into the frenzy of the orgasm, he got up, and in the darkness he anointed his prick-already erected-with transparent vaseline. He took Janine by the arms, and she understood what he was expecting. She offered her bottom, opening her legs, without stopping her suction at her friend's slit. She felt the man's phallus do as her uncle's, and penetrate between her buttocks, hesitating when it reached the contracted hole. Monique tightened her thighs on her friends, cheeks and held her hands. She could see, as in an erotic dream, Max's lubric face behind Janine's offered young body. She shivered at the idea of that colossal prick edging its way in the tender flesh of her young friend, and that added a new pleasure to the one already coming from her titillated sex. Max, his hands on the girl's waist, pushed with all his strength, and the head, slightly softened by the former orgasm, molded itself in the contour of the puckered mouth. The hole-softly, inexorably-was distended, and absorbed the fleshy pole that was entering like a piston in a narrow but well-lubricated sheath. Janine's mouth uttered a dim moan, lost in the flesh of Monique's sex. That sigh excited Monique who was watching the movements of the man's belly behind the young girl's body. Janine stopped sucking at her. Her mouth opened under the pain when she felt the huge priapus slide in her narrow passage. Max was thrusting slowly but vigorously and little by little the whole mass of his prick disappeared in her asshole. Max stopped his action, letting the girl get used to the presence of that big phallus in her. He caressed her waist and her belly. Monique pushed Janine's head back on her yawning cunt, and she resumed her suction. But soon Monique felt a warm breath on her cunt and was excited at the idea of the sensations that Max was creating in that young body. The man's belly was coming closer to the pulpy bottom.