Chapter 2

That night Monique once again found herself walking along the deserted shore. She'd had no specific destination in mind when she'd left the house, but almost subconsciously she found herself wandering in the direction of 'The Djinns.'

When she arrived there the villa was in complete darkness. A car was parked in front of the gate. As Monique watched, protected from sight by the trees that reared up along the edge of the dunes, the front door opened. Four men walked out, bare-headed, dressed as monks in long robes bound by a rope around the waist. The scene appeared almost ludicrous and Monique was hard put not to laugh. The urge to giggle disappeared when Selma appeared behind the four; it was clearly she, despite the black velvet mask she wore that concealed the upper part of her face.

Her full breasts were contained by a brassiere of black leather, and the thatch around her pussy was barely hidden by a triangle of the same material. She held a whip in one hand.

As she saw the monks out, they all bowed gallantly in front of her and kissed her hand. Then the waiting car took the four mysterious strangers away.

Monique waited for several minutes after Selma returned to the house before turning and walking slowly home the way she'd come. She didn't know what to make of the scene she'd just witnessed, but it subtly disturbed her. She spent an agitated night fraught with dreams of nightmarish black-robed figures that chased her tirelessly. Fortunately she would awaken just as they caught her and stripped the clothes from her body in anticipation of taking their perverse pleasures. Then she would toss and turn for an interminable time, torn between fear of falling asleep and an inexplicable desire that made her feverish with the need to see the end of her dark vision.

The feeling and her uncertainty persisted the entire morning. On the one hand, she knew she should pack her belongings and leave immediately, never to see Selma again. But on the other, she acknowledged her mounting need to explore this strange relationship to which she'd become a party. The entire situation tempted her and disgusted her at the same time. She feared to plunge over the precipice with that avowed flagellant; realizing that she hovered on the very edge made her dizzy and afraid.

Nevertheless, by three o'clock, she was dressed in virgin white and knocking at Selma's door. The discreet little maid answered and showed her into the same boudoir, leaving her alone with her thoughts. For just a moment Monique had the feeling she was waiting in the anteroom of a physician. The calm and the silence were oppressive. She was about to leave when Selma, wearing a tiny pair of skin-tight shorts slit almost to the waist on each side, and a blouse that revealed more than it concealed, entered the room.

Monique licked her lips unconsciously. Through the blouse the large halos of Selma's nipples were visible; the shirt was opened all the way down to the belt, providing a tantalizing view of deep cleavage. Her feet were sheathed in black leather high-heel pumps that arched her calves to best effect. In her right hand Selma was holding the ever-present rod.

In silence she looked at Monique, then slowly led her out of the boudoir to a darkened room. Selma stood behind her as she entered; she could feel the woman's breath at the nape of her neck, and then she was pushed onto a large cushion on the floor.

She didn't resist as the clothes were torn from her. Within moments she was naked, limbs spreadeagled like a sacrifice ready for the knife. Selma, already leaning over her, was crushing her lips between her own. Then Monique felt two other hands, nervous hands, a man's hands, along her legs. She saw dimly in the darkness a vague shape, a masked face. Shivering, legs pressed tightly together, she strove to pierce the gloom. She was able to see the clothing of the man - a long dark frock, a rope around the waist. The man's head was completely shaved; he was a monk. She gasped at her nightmare come to life.

Monique suddenly realized that Selma was now kneeling above her head, holding her wrists in a vise-like grip.

"Let.. .go. . .of.. .me!" she pleaded, squirming to no avail.

"Come now, Monique," Selma cooed. "Be a good girl. You know this is what you want... and there is more to come if you behave."

"No, I don't want it. Let go."

But her struggles were in vain. Selma was strong, and Monique, hampered by her prone position, was forced back against the floor. She tried to rise one more time, but knowing she was defeated she lay back and eased the strain on her muscles. Meanwhile the monk was slowly caressing her bare thighs. Monique could feel the familiar tingling sensation and the irresistible warmth rising in the recesses of her body. He brushed past the flat plane of her belly to the velvety puff of hair on her mount. He was kneeling and she could feel his breath on her taut skin. Then in one swift movement he went down on her, licking and sucking for all he was worth. His tongue plunged into her cunt as deep as possible, sliding into and along the smooth membranes.

When he stopped his attack for a moment Monique opened her eyes. The man was standing between her spread thighs, raising his robe over his head. His erection, freed from its confines, sprang out rock hard and straight. The helmet-like head was huge and dark and seemed to quiver with anticipation.

The monk straddled her heaving breast and lowered his cock to her waiting mouth. A smile came to Monique's lips and she began to lick up and down the venous shaft. She laved it thoroughly, giving special attention to the hard ridge along the underside of the flesh pole, then took all of him in her mouth until the head of his cock touched the back of her throat. She could feel him swell from the suction she created, but before his flood could rise he pulled out. Monique moaned in disappointment and began to tongue and suck on his dangling balls and pump him with a hand that Selma had suddenly freed. Once more she took his throbbing meat into her mouth. She could feel him leaking drops of salty fluid. Again he pulled it from her, only this time he kept the head before her lips and had her lick the drops that oozed from the slit.

"Ram it into me," Monique moaned, "in my pussy, in my throat, just let me have all of it."

Strangely silent, he withdrew and positioned himself between her legs. His fingers were on her hips, running along her thighs. Then he had her calves and spread them wide so as to obtain a better view of her dripping cunt. She saw the shaved head lower itself, and then felt the breathing like a hot breeze on her crevice. As Selma released her other wrist she felt the man's tongue between the lips of her cunt once more.

His hands settled on her hips and pulled her toward him. She slid along the floor on the cushion and closed her eyes, allowing pleasure to control every fiber of her being. The greedy mouth was now lovingly nibbling at the already sensitive clitoris.

Selma's hands were all over her prominent boobs, lathering them with hard caresses that pinched her nipples and sent a thrill through her. A hungry mouth was clamped to one turgid nipple, licking and sucking and biting. She placed her hands on the head of Selma and of the man, pressing them harder against her flesh. His fingers were now exploring the canyon between her buttocks and gently probing her anus. The juice from her moist slit lubricated his digits, and he focused his obscene caress. His finger reached and unhesitatingly penetrated the narrow puckered mouth of her asshole. She felt the long, slow tightening in her belly as her muscles closed around the intruder, and a twinge of shame washed over her.

Already Selma was turning her over onto her belly, offering her rear to the man. Then Selma quickly undressed and seated herself, legs spread wide, at Monique's head, providing a full view of her luscious pussy lips. The man had reached around from behind and was kneading Monique's huge tits. He gradually brought his weight to bear on her back, bending her so that her head came to rest on Selma's thighs. Selma slid forward, offering her cunt to Monique's lips.

Monique drew near to the fleshy folds until her tongue brushed the slightly moist slit. With a sigh she flicked that opening again and again, alternating her lashing with a slow licking of the sensitive mossy zone around the pussy. While she was doing this the monk was rotating his finger in her, spreading her taut sphincter muscles and attempting to ease the passage of the intrusive digit. As he circled the rim of her anus with his knuckle, his finger drove into her with painful persistence. The steady motion drove her slightly forward so that with each new penetration her mouth was pushed into Selma's eager cunt. She clamped herself to it and began a slow, delicious suction that quickly had Selma writhing from the sensations rising in her loins and belly.

Just then the stranger withdrew his finger from Monique's distended anus. Engaged as she was in the act of pleasing her hostess and instructress, she was barely conscious of the pressure of the man's bulging cockhead against the spot his finger had just vacated. She was licking Selma's cunt wildly when the rumor of penetration became an unexpected, awful reality and he drove the top of his fleshpole into her ass. Selma tightened her thighs around Monique's head, crushing her mouth against her pussy, killing the cry of pain that had threatened to erupt from Monique's lips. The monk jiggled his hips, widening her aperture for the deeper violation to come.

Monique's eyes bulged from the unbelievable pressure of that thick tool as it ground around and around, seeming to expand and thicken with each passing moment. Then, with her tongue buried deeply in Selma's passage, because there was little else she could do, she began to lean back against the burning rod in an attempt to ease the strain by accepting more of it. At the very same instant the monk thrust forward, ramming his full length into her. She could feel every inch penetrate to her core, scraping and sliding past the inflamed anal membranes that nonetheless seemed to welcome this violation. There was silence for a moment; the man was panting, excited as he listened to the hard gasping of Monique and the satisfied moans of Selma. Then he began to sodomize the girl.

Fully impaled, and enwrapped by Selma's thighs, Monique had little choice but to let him have his way. She licked madly at the dripping cunt in front of her, intensifying her ministrations as the tempo of the butt fuck she was receiving increased. She sucked at the pouting lips, then drew back to the edges of the slit and laved all around, thoroughly wetting the downy hair. In her narrow sheath the monk's cock was shuttling faster and faster, eliciting powerful spasms in her that were heightened by the intimations of pleasure that now mixed with the daggers of pain that stabbed her. Selma also was quivering under Monique's precise caress, her thighs clutching the girl's head tightly, her fingers snared in the velvety covering of the cushions on which all of them sprawled.

Selma began to surrender herself to orgasm before Monique, who felt the cry rising in Selma rather than heard it, imprisoned as she was in the valley between those thighs. As Selma released her flood of passion, the monk began to ram into Monique's bum with long, maddened strokes. One final thrust that stretched from the tip of his cock-head to the dangling sac of his balls raised her from Selma's yawning cunt. She remained motionless, back arched, mouth agape, as the huge rod swelled within her until it seemed it must burst. With a rumbling cry that rose from his very bowels, he suddenly leaned over and glued himself to her back, muscles tense as steel, testicles flattened against the curve of her buttocks and the tempting border of her cunt. He barely had time to draw back at the hips and thrust forward one last time before his sperm boiled into her in gouting spurts that splashed her innards. Her own orgasm followed instantly; she cried out at the surprising intensity of it, shocked by the fiery glow that had ignited in the core of her intestines and spread to her pussy, belly, thighs, upward to her chest and face. She could feel her thighs suddenly moist from her own juices, mingling with the rivulets of creamy sperm that ran from between her bottom-cheeks.

When the moment passed, both she and the monk collapsed on Selma's recumbent body. She couldn't move as he nibbled at her neck and ears while he withdrew from her. His diminishing cock popped from her anus with a wet sucking sound. She didn't look up as he rose to his feet and padded across the floor. The door opened and closed. A few minutes later she could hear his footsteps receding along the gravel walk that bordered the garden.

In the dim light Selma was looking at her, studying her face intently as she stroked her hair and caressed her damp flesh. "Thirsty?" she asked.

Monique shook her head. "No. I'm keeping the taste of your pussy on my lips.

"Mad at me for arranging this little surprise?"

"Of course not," Monique murmured. "Once I was past the pain it was really very good."

Selma nodded approvingly. "I knew you would understand. This is nothing compared to the ecstasy you'll feel with each step you take along the road to total abandonment." She brushed Monique's hair from her face and kissed her on the lips so as to taste the saltiness of her own passion. "And I'll be there to guide you."

When they'd dressed Selma accompanied Monique part of the way through the woods.

"We'll continue the day after tomorrow," Selma told her as they were about to part. "Try to keep the day free; we'll speak tomorrow afternoon about the arrangements." Her face was serious, but flushed with excitement. "I will take you places you have never been, Monique. I will show you things you have never seen." Suddenly her hands were under Monique's skirt.

"No," Monique protested. "Nooooo..." But she didn't resist when Selma backed her against the mossy trunk of one of the trees that lined the edges of the dunes that fell to the sea.

Selma's fingers already were at Monique's cunt, rubbing and probing the moist territory that she had already known that evening. She stared into Monique's glazed eyes as she expertly masturbated her with the fingers of her right hand. Her left arm circled Monique's waist, holding the girl up when her knees threatened to buckle from the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing. One finger buried deeply in the accepting pussy, Selma worked it around and in and out, while her thumb found the protruding clit and teased it. Monique began to buck her hips against the motion of Selma's plunging hand; her moans merged with the rustling sigh of the wind through the tree branches. Selma's knuckles ground against the velvety mount while her fingers performed almost independently of guidance. She continued to finger fuck the girl until she sensed that she was about to come, then she drove her digit in as far as she could. The feel of Selma's palm against her pubis and the fist lodged between her thighs drove Monique to the edge of satisfaction. A moment more and her body was rocked with spasms; she inundated the wiggling finger with her streaming juices until she felt her body must be losing every drop of its vital fluids.

Selma smiled and kissed her on the lips as she withdrew her hand. "Remember what I promised you..." she whispered, "...things you have never imagined before." Then she was gone, fading into the shadows almost if she had never been there.

Still trembling, Monique sighed and did her best to dry herself with a small kerchief she'd been carrying in a pocket of her skirt. Then she straightened herself and recommenced her walk home, her mind occupied with thoughts of what she'd experienced this day. That was why she barely heard the voice as it called to her with familiarity. When the greeting came again she looked up startled, surprised to find another traveller in this part of the woods.

"Hello, Monique. Remember me?"

Monique smiled and waved as she recognized the figure approaching her. It was Gladys, the young student she'd seen at 'The Djinns.' At her side was a fair-haired young man dressed in shorts and a white polo shirt.

Gladys took her hand with genuine enthusiasm and drew Monique to her for a hug. "This is Ted, my brother," she answered Monique's question before it was asked. Then, as they started walking, "So what are you doing alone? Going somewhere?"

"No, no," said Monique. "Just wandering around. I like the feel of the sea breeze coming off the water and the scent of the forest at this time of the evening."

"Well, if you're not doing anything special, come with us," the girl invited. "I'm just walking Ted to his friend Richard's house. You can be company for me." Monique saw her smile mockingly at her brother.

Richard's bungalow wasn't too far down the beach, just within the protective curtain of the trees at the crest of the dunes. The owner was in the garden. He was a handsome man-tall, light-haired, tanned and slim. His features were plain, but there was a hint of sensuousness that was apparent in the curve of the full lips and the way he cocked his hips. Monique pegged him to be about forty-five. He waved when he saw them, and Monique thought she saw a disturbed look cross his face when he saw her. Then it passed and he welcomed them warmly.

"Don't mind us, Richard," chirped Gladys. "I'm just thirsty and Monique has nothing else to do." Then she laughed and, taking Monique by the hand, led her past the two men into the house. Monique shrugged, embarrassed, as she passed Richard, but he seemed accustomed to Gladys' boldness.

The cottage was comfortable, if small. They entered directly into the living room, which was furnished country-style and boasted two couches in one corner. The light was dim because the shades were pulled low.

Monique barely had an opportunity to look around before she was pushed onto one of the sofas. Immediately Gladys' lips were on her own. Their tongues sought each other out and entwined serpent-like. Monique couldn't believe what was happening to her as the unfamiliar tongue scoured her palate and Gladys' hands began to massage her breasts through the flimsy material of her blouse. Her nipples rose to the touch of the girl. It seemed as though a lifetime of passion was being crammed into a few short hours.

The kiss stopped only when Richard and Ted entered the room carrying a tray with glasses and whiskey. Richard came to sit by Ted and put his arm around the younger man's neck, massaging him at the nape and whispering into his ear. Monique looked enquiringly at Gladys, who shrugged and said, "Each to his own tastes, darling. I like you; he likes my brother. That's all, each to his own tastes."

With that she began to strip Monique's clothes from her. Scantily dressed as she was, this took little time at all, and within moments they were both naked, lying belly to belly. Gladys' mouth covered her nipples, sucking and biting. Her tongue circled the aureoles that covered the end of Monique's breasts like dark-hued cones. She gently bit the tips with her teeth, first one, then the other, until the nipples jutted high and firm.

Monique leaned back fully and relaxed. Through half-closed eyelids she observed the two men. She was surprised to see they weren't even looking at the two of them. Instead, they were absorbed with each other. Naked as the women-though Monique hadn't seen them shed their clothes-they half-lay, half-sat on the other couch. Monique felt her heart pounding as she observed their nude bodies, especially the cocks that swung below their flat bellies. As Gladys continued to suck her tits Monique compared their bodies: Richard's was more mature, smoother. His prick was longer and thicker and tufted at the base with a matte of greying hair. Ted's build was more muscular, the chest deeper and more sweeping, the waist thinner, almost girlish. His rod was almost as long as Richard's, but thinner and slightly curved. They were caressing each other, their hands running up and down the sculpted planes of each other's chest before moving down to encircle the hard, throbbing cock.

But soon, under the increasing wave of pleasure she was experiencing from Gladys' relentless lips, she closed her eyes and gave herself up to the feeling. She moaned and panted as the girl slowly licked between her breasts down to her belly, but not before she thoroughly ministered to the underside of Monique's pendulous melons. Her tongue slid down and down, flicking at Monique's belly button, then darted straight to her gasping pussy. Monique arched her body as Gladys' tongue stroked her slit, turning back the folds and finding her engorged clitoris. She nibbled the button of flesh until Monique squirmed beneath her. So drastic were Monique's reactions that Gladys reached up and grasped her bouncing tits, crushing them so as to hold Monique in place while she continued to expertly bring her off. As her juices began to run, Monique opened her eyes to see Ted kneeling by the side of the sofa, offering his mouth to the man leaning above him. Richard's dick was thick and erect; the heavy testicles hung down between his legs and swayed as he moved closer to the proffered aperture.

Richard, standing up, put the swollen head of his tool against Ted's pursed lips and thrust it inside his mouth. Monique watched in amazement as the entire length disappeared down the upturned throat. Richard drew back and Ted immediately began to tongue and suck on his balls while jacking him off with his hand.

The tip of that huge cock was leaking white fluid, an intermittent drip that continued as the pumping increased in speed.

Monique's breath came faster as she witnessed this strange rite. She could see herself in the same predicament, submitting to the whim of dominant males. She had never seen two men do it before. Desire? Jealousy? Disgust? She didn't know exactly what she was feeling, caught up as she was in the throes of her own tremendous orgasm brought on by the non-stop sucking and tonguing of Gladys. She looked at the rigid pole of flesh again enter Ted's mouth. It sank in up to the very balls; the sac that held them slapped against the boy's chin with each thrust. Richard used that mouth as he would a cunt, darting in and out, rotating his hips while his ramrod swelled and thickened still more. Ted pulled his head back and Monique could see him lick the drops off the tip of the cock. He murmured to Richard about how delicious it tasted and that he had to have more. His head rammed forward and he began pumping and sucking frantically. Soon Richard was ready to shoot; he took his cock from between the lips and came all over the boy's upturned face. Ted quickly shoved the prick back in his mouth and took as much of the sperm as he could, letting some of it ooze out between his lips. His face was suffused by lust, even covered as it was by Richard's cream.

At that very moment Monique reached the peak of orgasm and screamed her ecstasy, raising her hips closer still to Gladys' mouth so that her tongue plunged in more deeply She fell back when the final spasm passed-shivering, exhausted.

She regained consciousness to find three mouths glued to her breasts, her belly, and her pussy, covering her flesh with wet kisses. In her hands she felt the cocks of the two men. She closed her fists around them and began to stroke them until they were both rock-hard and ready. Ted was already moving up to her head while Richard turned her on her belly She raised her head to see Ted's long, thin cock dangling before her eyes. She took it in hand and brought it to her lips. She began to suck on the velvety head while Richard spread her thighs and separated her buttocks. She felt the cock between her rounded globes and offered herself to his penetration. While Gladys was protesting, "Hey, what about me?" Richard shoved into Monique's ass.

At the same time Ted pulled his cock from her mouth and grabbed his sister. Pushing her on the sofa he fell upon her. Monique saw the girl's thighs open and spread. Ted hovered above her for an instant before sinking his cock up to the balls in her pussy. He began to fuck her brutally, ramming the full length of his tool into her repeatedly. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust and she moaned long and loud at his assault.

Monique watched with shocked wonder the consummation of the incestuous passion, trying to understand the horrible love that united these two beings-the seeming delight with which the sister was giving herself to her brother. The vigor! The lust for pleasure! At the same time Richard raised Monique up at the hips with two sweat-slippery hands. His fingertips brushed her with the gossamer lightness of a butterfly's wings-along her thighs, across her belly, in the moistness that lay at the deepest juncture of her legs. She allowed him to gently spread her thighs apart. She felt him separate the luscious globes of her buttocks and sensed the hovering nearness of his raging hard-on. His cockhead sought entrance at her starfish-shaped orifice, and fully consenting she offered herself to his penetration. While Gladys chanted her contentment at having Ted's prick slide in and out of her in long, forceful strokes, Monique leaned back and sought the velvety cap of the man behind her. It pried the taut muscle apart and lodged itself into the opening. Monique gasped and gritted her teeth. The act was slightly painful as the engorged thruster distended the puckered little mouth. Then Richard pushed forward and planted himself more deeply inside her narrow sheath. She could feel his flesh pipe inching its way into her; each advancement sent waves of tingling pleasure and pain coursing through her. She could feel herself stretching, could feel her passage accommodating the violation. Her head cushioned in her arms, she surrendered herself to the feeling, no longer even hearing Gladys' pantings and cries as Ted continued to fuck her.

Now Richard reared back and drove himself completely into her rear. His belly and balls slapped against her upturned buttocks. Each time he thrust into her there was a ferocious clap of flesh on flesh until her buttocks reddened from the relentless treatment. His eyes had rolled up in his head; his entire concentration was taken up with filling her gaping opening with his burning organ.

"Yes..." Monique moaned in response to his animalistic rearings, "...Yes. Fuck my ass. Come in my ass."

His pumping increased in tempo at her urging, at her challenge, until he was like a wild-man pushing his cock into her. She could feel the flood rising in him. His shaft seemed to expand inside her as the tide rushed from his balls upward. The head swelled until the jetting cream could be contained no longer, then he shot off into her. He cried aloud as his gouting stream splashed against her bruised membranes and leaked past his cock that was wedged in her like the finger in a dyke.

At nearly the same moment both Gladys and Monique began to scream their ecstasy. Ted had driven himself into his sister's pussy one final time and was draining his milk-white load into her. And Monique's pleasure had exploded with the first burst of Richard's sperm in her ass.

But the men weren't done. Monique lay back as Richard slid his tool from her, and immediately both Ted and he were at her pussy. They raised her thighs, spread them, and lovingly contemplated her slit and the luxurious down on her mount. Their fingers quested for her love bud, separating the folds of flesh until the swollen nub stood exposed to their view. Then their heads plunged downward-bees to the honey-and they began to alternate at sucking her. Their tongues lashed across her cunt, nibbling and biting all around, soaking her pussy hair, but concentrating especially on her clit. Above her, Monique felt Gladys positioning herself until her come-soaked sex lowered itself in front of her face. Monique received it on her ups, ardently sucking it while she herself-her cunt, her anus-was thoroughly washed. Between her buttocks darted a curious tongue, sliding itself into the dilated orifice in a delicious caress. Richard's spongy tongue was buried in her pussy, scouring the inner portion of her fragrant lips. "Suck her well, Ted darling," Gladys moaned. "Suck her deep. Oh, how well she's slashing me with her tongue. And you, Monique? Are they really giving it good to you? Fuck her with your tongues," she cried to the men. "Fuck her till her cream coats your chins! Oh, it's so good. Lick me, Monique! Lick me!"

From then on the only sound was the feverish panting of all the participants and the occasional cries that escaped their lips as they crossed the threshold of pleasure.