Chapter 5

Monique stretched cat-like on the couch and ran her fingers lightly over her erect nipples. Closing her eyes she tried to resume her nap. But the images behind her eyelids persisted. She could still see the convent, the voluptuous girl, the huge breasts with the golden needles stuck in the nipples. Her hand wandered down to her moist pussy...

She must have fallen asleep, for when she next opened her eyes the shadows were longer in the room and her aunt Sonia was lying naked next to her. Monique was barely awake and already the woman was sitting up and rubbing her excited and juicy pussy against the hard peaks of Monique's tits. Monique came fully awake as that voluminous cavern absorbed the end of her breast.

Monique reached under and caressed Soma's buttocks. Her aunt was rocking up and down, fucking herself shallowly with Monique's erect nipple. They hardly talked as this continued for some time. Sonia eventually tired and resumed her position at Monique's side, only this time she inverted her body so that her head lay between Monique's thighs and her pussy was offered to her niece's willing lips.

Monique felt Sonia separate the folds of her cunt with her tongue and she reciprocated. The activity was pleasing, but hardly satisfying after all she had experienced the past several days. So she lay back and daydreamed while she absently licked Sonia's crevice and darted her tongue into her secret grottos. So absorbed was she in her reverie that her aunt's attentions did little more than cause a mild stirring in her loins. Sensing her distraction, Sonia sighed and rose from the bed. "If I had known this would be the result of your meetings with Selma, I would never have participated in the introduction," she said ruefully. Her true disappointment wasn't very great, however, and she was smiling as she left Monique to her introspection. As usual, Monique found herself in the woods near the shore late in the afternoon. Monique thought it a strange and wonderful coincidence that as she walked along the path through the trees who should materialize but her best friend Janine approaching from the other direction. Surprise and pleasure was clearly visible on Janine's face as they hurried toward each other and embraced.

"Monique, I'm so glad to see you," her friend gushed. "I have to admit, I thought I might, knowing as I did that you were coming here for the summer. I couldn't resist taking one of the cottages near the jetty when one of them became available."

Monique smiled and held her hand as they walked. "I'm glad you decided to come. I thought we wouldn't be seeing each other until after I returned to Paris."

"Well," the girl continued, "at graduation we did promise to get together as soon as possible. And what could be sooner than this." She laughed good-naturedly and plopped down next to a thickly mossed tree trunk. "I saw Max before I left to come here. He's in Cannes this week, you know. And he expressed some interest in seeing you."

"Oh, really?" Monique's interest was piqued now. Max was nice to be around. It seemed as though he always had been. His parents had been old friends of Monique's, and the two children had often played together. He'd grown into a fine handsome man, and she'd thought more than once what it would be like to make love with him. Janine's voice interrupted her reverie.

"Of course, my uncle is up to his old tricks again. Ever since Mother and Father died in the accident..."

Monique turned to face her. "So how is he behaving toward you now?" she asked. Janine shrugged. "The same, I guess. He comes to me every night always crowing his displeasure at something or other. He usually ends up baring my bottom and spanking me violently."

Monique clucked. "The lecherous bastard. Does it really hurt you?"

"Sometimes," admitted the girl ashamedly, "but now I can usually take it, except when he goes at me between the legs."

"What? He whips you between the legs?" Monique said with disgust. Janine nodded. "Generally he uses a flat ruler. He likes to tear my shift from me until I'm naked on the bed, then he either has me stand, legs apart, bent over the bed, or lie flat on my back. He hits either from top to bottom, or sideways, almost always on my bottom though."

"And then..." Monique prodded, suspecting what was coming.

"Well..." she hedged, ". . .he usually ends up by sucking me twice between the legs till I come, while his finger is rammed up my ass.

"And what else?"

"Okay! Okay! He likes sticking his big cock up my asshole." She blushed as she said it and looked down at the ground.

"Does it still hurt you?"

"Not really. Actually, it's even quite good."

"And what about the maid? Doesn't she see anything while this is going on?"

"Oh, Solange. He takes her into his bed sometimes. Usually he drives his rod into her slit and she cries a lot, but out of happiness I suppose. She doesn't sound like she's in pain.

Monique nodded, sure the girl wasn't really asking her for advice, and not really willing to give any. She didn't feel qualified to pass judgment on anyone, especially after some of the adventures she'd recently experienced. So with an expression of sympathy - just for the sake of propriety in Janine's eyes - she helped her friend to her feet and they continued their evening walk, talking as old friends do and immersing themselves in the wonderful moments of their common past.

The next morning Max called her and invited her to come to the city. She accepted. When she left, Sonia was smiling cryptically - probably, Monique thought, because her aunt had hoped she'd won a convert to her lesbian beliefs and pleasures. This visit could show otherwise.

When she met Max at the restaurant he'd chosen, she proved to be quite a hit. The eyes of the men in the place gravitated to her breasts the moment she passed the door. The way they looked at her made her impatient to leave. Max, as tall, fair and handsome as she remembered him, told her he had something special planned for the evening. When he explained that he was taking her to the movies, however, she began to have doubts.

The film was already running when they arrived. Max had made arrangements for them to use one of the private viewing booths that occupied the balcony floor. He politely refused the offer of an usher to accompany them to the proper room, and led Monique up the stairs to a door at the end of a richly carpeted corridor. When he handed her a velvet mask before they entered, she knew the adventure she'd anticipated was about to materialize.

Max knocked four times, waited a moment, and then opened the door. In the cubicle were three men, two women, and a girl of indeterminate age. It was a very old movie house decorated in the classic style. The cubicles were a part of the balcony, and were separated by high partitions. To see into the next cubicle it was necessary to climb onto a high chair and balance precariously while peering over the top. There were no introductions.

Without preamble, Max went right up to one of the women-an attractive redhead of about thirty-tore open her blouse, and pulled into view two very firm and very pretty breasts. He leaned over and began to suck the pink nipples until they stood erect. The other woman, who was already surrounded by the three men, freed herself from their attentions for a moment and drew close to Monique. She lifted the thin sweater Monique had worn and exposed her luscious tits to the sight of the excited men. Then the woman bent and emulated Max's actions, sucking and pulling at the boobs with her teeth. The men were suddenly swarming around Monique, running their impatient hands over her thighs and buttocks as they lifted her skirt.

An insane, uncontrollable excitement was taking hold of her. She closed her eyes and let the woman knead and suck her breasts. She opened them again at the sound of a long, drawn-out sigh and saw that one of the men had lifted the skirt of the woman and was blindly kissing her ass. His teeth left little marks on the taut skin as he nibbled and licked. The other two men continued to do the same to Monique, laying the soft skin of her backside with their tongues and dragging their teeth across her luscious curves. She leaned over the back of one of the seats, offering her rump to the concupiscence of the eager strangers. Their mouths resumed covering her flesh with tingling kisses. In the dim, flickering light she could see Max, propped against the wall, offering his dick to the lips of the young girl. His tool was long and hard; the cap was a thick mushroom on the slender stalk. The girl was sucking it slowly, the bulk of the shaft disappearing down her throat with each swallow.

Suddenly a nose began to infiltrate her buttocks. She spread her legs to grant it easier access and bent still lower to offer the sight of her salivating cunt to the eyes of the panting men. A tongue insinuated itself between her pleated lips and caressed the enlarged lovebud. Monique felt her legs go weak as the wet stroke washed across her sex, lingering on the slit and darting inside once again. The tongue scoured her, searching out her innermost secrets. She kept her eyes open as she was tongue-fucked, absorbing the sight of the girl sucking at Max's hard pole. It sent a ripple of heated lust through her. The cock went in and out of her mouth the way a dick would a pussy...

One of the women sauntered over to Monique and placed herself in a similar position, bent over the couch with her back to one of the men. The lips of her cunt gleamed wetly in the dim light. The man standing behind her pulled her to him by the hips and rammed his cock up into her offered pussy. His stiff shaft easily penetrated the yawning slit and slid in to the balls. He began pumping violently, drawing back as far as he could without withdrawing from her sheath, then driving into her again and again until she seemed a puppet manipulated by invisible strings, so exaggerated were her spasms. The sighs of the rest of the participants were covered by the soundtrack of the movie, but Monique could hear the man next to her murmuring to the woman.

"You're mine, mine to fuck as I please. This is all that is real," he grated as he pounded his meat in deep. "Do you like the way it feels? Do you like feeling my big, hard cock all the way inside you? Can you feel it stretching your pussy?" He reached around and started grabbing at her swaying tits. "I love fucking you," he continued. "Now fuck me the way I'm doing it to you."

He stopped pushing against her and took a short step back. The woman almost immediately took up his rhythm. She continued to lean forward, but she thrust back and forward with her ass, drawing his cock into and out of her. He was now the victim of her whim, and she wriggled her hips and banged against him in a motion calculated to maximize her pleasure.

The other woman in the room, half lying on a chair, was offering her spread cunt to the suction of anyone who wished to partake of it. When all of the mouths, cocks and fingers were busy elsewhere, she busied herself by burying her own digits in her desperate canal and masturbating until the sign of her passion began to ooze from her love box.

Monique released herself to her climax as the tongue lashing she was receiving neared its inevitable conclusion. She hardly heard the young girl on the other side of the room gurgling as she received in her mouth the load of sperm that shot geyser-like from Max's dick. The thick cream filled her cheeks and choked her as she struggled to swallow it, finally let much of it fall from her lips back onto his thighs. He nonetheless continued to ram his cock into her throat, forcing her to accept his strokes by holding her head in place at his belly.

Monique was biting at her own arm to smother the cry of intense joy she was experiencing as she came. Her legs were trembling so violently she nearly fell in a faint upon the couch. Even this failed to gain her a moment's respite. One of the men took her crossed arms away from her breasts and began passionately sucking the sensitive mounds. While this was going on, the woman next to her was still being fucked, and making dramatic efforts not to scream her satisfaction. The other girl who was waiting to be serviced finally rose and came to Monique, joining the man in sucking her tits and rekindling the flame that had just died down. Fingers rubbed the flesh of her torso and found the entrance to her already lubricated cunt. Finally she was made to rise and then was bent over again. She felt a hard prick knocking at her buttocks. It was strong but thin and penetrated easily in her so-often-distended anal sheath. Soon her breasts were heaving under her, slopping at each thrust of the flesh pole in her welcoming ass-hole. The belly of the man responsible slapped persistently against her cheeks.

Max still was not done with the girl. Monique saw him talking to one of the women, then he placed a bank note between the cheeks of her ass. She walked away gesturing to the girl to offer herself to Max. The girl positioned herself with her back to one of the chairs. She spread her thin legs, thereby exposing her barely-fleeced pussy to Max's hungry gaze. It was all he needed. His erect cock bobbed from side to side as he approached the girl and pressed his belly to hers. Monique saw him rear back and place his cockhead at the entrance of her cunt. Then he pushed into her. He went in without obstruction, the youthful body obviously having already been deflowered. Monique continued to watch him fuck her wildly for several minutes-grabbing at her developing breasts with hands and teeth, lifting one leg and draping it around his hip so as to deepen the penetration- before she became too involved in her own roiling sensations to pay any further attention. She gave herself passionately and without shame, hoping that the sounds of the film would cover the noises she was making. The man remained in her for quite a long time. His motion was expert and heightened their mutual pleasure. First he would plunge in and out as though he planned to wring the juices from his body in the space of mere seconds. Then, when it seemed as though his rock hard member must unburden itself, his rhythm would slow and he'd guide their passions to a more manageable level. When this was accomplished he pumped her faster and faster once again, the cycle repeating itself until she was sure she must scream from the incredible feelings cascading through her.

Max continued to bang the young girl while she lay back in calm acceptance of his treatment of her. She rocked her hips in time to his penetration, milking him and taking her pleasure, though Monique was sure Max was aware only of his own actions and his own impending orgasm. When it happened he pulled his cock from her grasping slit and shot his load against her belly and thighs. Before another moment had passed, one of the women rushed over and licked it all away, popping her fingers into her mouth and relishing each collected glob.

The film was nearing its end and the rest of the theater patrons began to file out. The sound of their passage in the hall outside was loud and distracting. But once Max and the rest of the men were sure that the theatergoers couldn't see into the cubicle, they surrounded Monique and lowered her onto the floor. They spread her arms and legs so as to contemplate the opened flower of her pussy and the crinkled starfish from which flowed a thin rivulet of sperm. Monique protested, even though she knew it would fall on deaf ears. The sight of her seemed to inflame them.

"Fuck her, Max," they urged. "Fuck her good and hard."

His cock was thick and hard and eager to comply. Monique spread her legs wider still and watched as he rammed his massive member in her. It was painful for a moment. But then the pleasure took over. Monique squirmed and moaned and started to meet each of his thrusts with her dripping love box. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" she ordered. "I want to feel your balls against my ass!"

He pumped wildly and did as she asked, drilling so deeply that his belly smacked against hers and his balls flopped against her delicious buttocks. Then he pulled out of her without warning.

"Turn over, bitch. Stick your ass up in the air and spread those legs so I can see that hot box."

She did as she was told and turned as Max pulled her toward his glistening tool. He was kneeling, facing her butt. His cock was still so hard the head seemed swollen to twice its normal girth. His jabbing at her pussy lips was just getting her more and more hot. He was so large. He was thrusting blindly now, hitting her cut, sending shivers all through her muff. Monique couldn't stand it any longer. Her hands reached down to guide his prick into her waiting cunt while the others watched with naked lust in their eyes.

He began to thrust harder as she settled his cockhead on her slit. It entered easily as Monique backed up right against him.

"Do you like the way it feels?" asked Monique huskily. "Tell me how much you like your prick in my cunt. Tell me how much you enjoy fucking my pussy. ~

"Instead of telling you, I'll show you," Max gasped. He quickened his pace, darting the full length of his shaft into her, pulling out, then plunging in again.

Monique could feel the tightness building in her stomach. She knew they were both going to come. Max moved faster and harder. She was trying to meet his every move. She thought he would erupt in her first, but she couldn't wait for him. The sensations, the spasms were too demanding to wait any longer. They went from her head to her toes, centering on her cunt. As Max pumped her she grabbed for his shaft, squeezing it when it was mostly out of her, feeling the torrent rise in him. He exploded in a shower of white cream that coated her pussy channel and leaked from its entrance in a thick stream.

When they'd finished Max helped Monique to dress and led her out of the cinema. She experienced a slight feeling of shame, but at the same time there was a glow of satisfaction and desire not yet fulfilled.

She fell asleep immediately upon her return to Sonia's villa. Her restless mind conjured images of pleasures not yet experienced and needs she couldn't allow to go unfulfilled.