Then — crouching her body in a wrestling stance — Monique threw herself at Jean, clutching the woman around her waist and toppling them both to the floor.
They fell in a disorderly tangle of writhing legs and arms: rolling over on the soft carpet, their respective bottoms now hidden, now fully revealed, as first Monique and then Jean gained the uppermost position.
Michael moved quickly to the edge of the bed, eyes darting, following the girls' every movement. They were breathing heavily, Jean's gorgeous black hair foaming over their breasts as she fought for dominance. He could see Monique's hands scrabbling for a hold on the smooth surface of his wife's back — finally slipping to Jean's bottom and grasping the cheeks tightly; pinching up large folds of the bum-flesh and causing the valley to widen and expose the secrets of her anus…
But only momentarily. For Jean dragged the girl off her body and plumped herself ruthlessly on Monique's stomach… her legs open, her feet planted astride on the girl's wrists; trapping Monique inescapably.
Vainly, the French girl kicked her legs up, trying to dislodge Jean's position. She merely succeeded in giving Michael a breathtaking view of her parted thighs — the narrow silk scarf riding up over her crotch and baring the red line of her sex.
Jean wriggled her buttocks tormentingly on Monique's bare belly, making the girl pant for breath, her thighs squirming helplessly…
“Now then', Jean gasped. '“That's what you get for trying to get the better of me!” She put both her hands roughly on Monique's breasts. “Is this what you wanted me to do? Feel your titties?” She squeezed them cruelly, her fingers kneading the girl's unprotected globes furiously. “How do you like that, then?” she asked grimly.
Monique rolled her head from side to side, unable to do anything to stop Jean's punishing treatment of her breasts.
“Please!” she managed to implore the woman finally. “You're hurting me! Jean — don't hold them so tightly!”
“Oh?” Jean surveyed her sardonically. “So that's not what you wanted, after all! Well, perhaps this will give you more pleasure…”
And she brought her fingers and thumbs together around the red stalks of Monique's nipples, slowly pulling the stiff teats upwards. When they were lifted as far as she could possibly stretch them. Jean swung her hands from side to side, making the girl's tits jiggle like twin mounds of plasticine.
“Ouch! Oh, Jean, you're squeezing them too hard! Please let them go!”
“Really?” Jean looked down into Monique's pain-contorted face and smiled. “All right, then I'll try something else…”
Moving so quickly that the girl had no chance to seize the opportunity to free herself, Jean turned swiftly around on Monique's body; positioning her knees on her captive's wrists and bending right forward so that her face was in line with Monique's crotch.
Her own sex stuck rudely above the French girl's eyes, Jean now commenced to study Monique's loins. She rested her hands on the inside of the girl's thighs, holding them firmly apart.
Monique forced herself to relax, to allow Jean to take the initiative once more. She stopped her legs from trying to press together and let the woman do as she wished with her body.
Jean sensed the girl's capitulation and eased the pressure of her knees on Monique's trapped wrists. Her fingers slowly plucked the red scarf from its resting place on Monique's crotch; gradually revealing to both her eyes and Michael's the sexy-lipped wound of the girl's cunt.
When the silk covering was completely lifted away from Monique's quim, Jean laid it daintily across her right thigh. But instead of petting and fondling the vulnerable slit, she began to spank it lightly with the flat of her hand!
Her fingers patted steadily on the girl's cunt, raining a rapid succession of slaps — some of which landed on Monique's mons veneris, some on the puffy lips themselves… and some on the base of her sex, on that tender portion of skin between her vagina and anus.
At first the blows were no more than rather gentle pats, stimulating and exciting to the girl who was receiving them. But, gradually, Jean increased the ardour of her spanking: until her hand was descending on poor Monique's quim with considerable power!
She tried to lift her knees to protect her sex from this stinging treatment, but Jean responded quickly by grasping with her other hand the half-raised leg and thrusting it firmly back to the floor.
And now Jean had crooked her fingers slightly, thus allowing them to sink fractionally into Monique's slit each time they landed. She would slap her hand down into the red wound… hold it there for a moment or two while her fingers tickled into the gash… then again raise it ready for the next blow.
Monique began to make shrill cries of protest. With every descent of Jean's hand, she uttered a louder and more painful yelp — and the girl's “ows” and “ohs” increased Michael's excitement immensely!
He was lying on his side, his prick rubbing into the turned-back sheets. The girls were positioned directly below his vision and he had a grandstand view of their thrilling, erotic display of lesbian spanking…
The stinging of Jean's hand at last forced Monique to make a superhuman effort to free herself. She clenched her teeth and, gathering all her strength, butted her face sharply into the woman's fanny.
So sudden and unexpected was this retaliation that Jean was sent careening forward. Her hands lunged out to save herself and her knees lifted from Monique's wrists.
Instantly, the French girl transferred the palms of her hands to Jean's buttocks and gave a lusty heave, helping her on her sprawling way!
Jean fell helplessly, ending up full-length on the floor, her breasts and tummy hitting the carpet with an impact that knocked all the breath out of her…
Monique threw herself on top of the stunned woman and quickly pinioned Jean's hands behind her back. She held the wrists in one hand, lifting them up high — nearly making them reach to Jean's shoulders. Jean squealed with pain.
Setting her mouth in a grim, determined pout, Monique knelt by the woman's body — on Michael's far side so that he was still able to see all that went on — and started to spank Jean's wonderfully thrustful bottom.
Her hand fell resoundingly on the snowy white hemispheres, each meeting of hand and bum sending a sharp “thwack” through the room.
Having received no mercy, Monique showed none. She sent her open-fingered hand again and again onto Jean's arse-cheeks; making sure that each slap landed on a new portion of the woman's buttocks. Before very long, Jean's wobbling globes were stained an angry pink. They glowed, each lovely round cheek covered with the red aftermath of Monique's spanking…
“Oooh! That's enough, Monique!” Jean cried. “I'm so sore, darling! My bum feels as if it's on fire! Ouch!! Monique! Please, darling… please!!!”
But the girl refused to let up. Her arm ached with the rhythm of her slaps, but she spanked on and on: determined to make every inch of Jean's bottom feel the wrath of her hand.
When there wasn't a single place on the woman's arse that hadn't been severely whacked, Monique made her hand fall on the backs of Jean's thighs The firm flesh was as smooth and supple there as it had felt on Jean's buttocks — wonderfully creamy, superbly textured…
At last, though, Monique had to let her hand drop limply to her side. It tingled, and felt as sore as Jean's arse looked. She simply couldn't give the woman another slap! Besides, during the past few minutes, Monique had felt a growing desire to caress Jean's body and kiss away the hurt which her spanking had caused.
She loosened her hold on Jean's wrists and let them go. Then she bent her face quickly to the woman's bottom and let her lips brush gently on the angrily-red cheeks.
Sweetly, Monique kissed all over Jean's sore arse, soothing away the sharp stinging and caressing the sore, tender globes with her fingertips.
Jean remained quite still. She submitted to the girl's kissing of her bottom without moving at all. Her hands stayed twisted behind her, the backs of her fingers resting on her spine.
Only when Monique softly parted the cheeks of her buttocks and licked her tongue sexily into the cleft did Jean stir.
She raised her hips slowly, helping the girl to reach her tongue more easily into the crease and push the wet tip against her anus-hole. Monique held the globes apart, one hand resting on each fulsome orb, while her lips pressed tightly into the gorgeous furrow and her tongue worked deliciously into Jean's back passage.
