thought. Even more than we are! He's getting quite a kick out of playing the dominant, must-be-obeyed male!
She waited until Michael had prised Jean's quim as far open as the lips would stretch, then positioned herself between the woman's thighs. He was holding the slit from above, resting his lower arms on the soft white flesh of Jean's belly. His fingers nipped the twin sides of her cunt — spreading the intricate layers of inner skin for her delectation.
Monique put her hands on Jean's thighs and moved her mouth until her pursed lips came into moist contact with the woman's completely bared sex.
The girl took a deep breath, then began to suck firmly: her teeth just inside the hot, odorous quim. She made a steady, even slurping sound as her lips drew the fleshy complex of Jean's sex into her mouth and she worked them with a growing intensity of pleasure around the widely-stretched hole.
Michael stared hotly at the arousing, cock provoking scene. In all his wildest dreams he had never imagined so sexy a situation! His own wife being cuntsucked by a young girl whilst he himself held her darling slit open!
His prick throbbed madly: urging him to tumble Monique away and plunge it to the hilt inside Jean's sopping-wet quim! But that would put too sudden an end to their game. He must be patient!
Meantime, he realised that he could at least give his anxious weapon some relief. Careful not to loosen his hold on Jean's lips, Michael lifted himself onto the bed and then brought his cock down so that it stuck into the softness of his wife's breast.
Her nipple burned beneath it, seeming to sink right through the flesh and into the very heart of his prick!
Slowly, Michael rode it up and down; feeling the sweet hemisphere wobbling under his rock-hard tool. In his excitement, he inadvertently slipped off the globe and — cursing violently — began to lift his buttocks and get his cock back in position.
But Jean suddenly came to life and he felt her hands take his prick firmly and maneouvre it between her breasts. Then, swiftly, she pushed them tightly together — imprisoning his fiery rod between the luscious white fruits!
Michael's eyes blazed with excitement. He started to fuck up and down: the warmth and softness of Jean's titties almost as pleasurable as the feel of her cunt…
She rolled her breasts rhythmically, making sure that they never relaxed the tightness of their embrace; never allowed his cock to feel free of their all-encompassing heat.
For several minutes the trio held this tableau, writhing on the bed in their unholy positions — Monique now inserting her tongue fully into Jean's cunt and giving it the deepest, most thorough licking it had ever received.
Fearing that it would cost him a premature ejaculation, Michael finally forced his prick from between his wife's breasts. He also let go of Jean's cunt lips, leaving Monique to manage as best she could without his assistance. It was some time before Michael felt able to continue: he needed breathing space — not because he was tired, but because he knew that at the slightest stimulation his cock would erupt in a mighty, unstoppable orgasm…
And he wanted to delay that moment until he had given Jean the greatest fuck of their married life — while Monique acted as their hand-maiden, attending to the details and generally helping them to create an atmosphere of intense eroticism.
Eventually, he had calmed down sufficiently to go on. Monique was still sucking and licking at Jean's quim, her eyes closed tightly, her pert little nose resting against his wife's clitty.
Michael moved behind the girl and caressed the nape of her neck softly. She stirred, and he drew her gently away from Jean's sex — seeing the wet film on her lips where his wife had annointed Monique's mouth with her love-juice.
He indicated to her silently that he wanted her to climb onto the bed next to Jean and help to ease his prick into the woman's cunt. She nodded briefly, and Michael thought that he could detect a sadness in her eyes.
However, there was no time to dwell on real or imagined emotions. His need was growing more vital every second and he could scarcely wait to feel his penis sliding tightly into Jean's well-sucked quim.
Breathing hard, Michael lowered his body on top of her, letting Monique grasp his cock and steer it to the portals of his wife's joyhole.
The girl rubbed the head up and down Jean's oily slit — finally guiding it into the yielding hole and allowing the pulsing weapon to sink its hilt. Then she contented herself with fondling gently at his balls, weighing the hard sacks in her palm and caressing softly at his scrotum.
Michael felt a fierce, ecstatic joy welling up in him as his prick crammed greedily into Jean's cunt. She really was a beautiful, tight little girl, he thought proudly. So hot… so very, very wet!
He began to screw her, using deep, slow, satisfying strokes — pausing with each inward thrust and letting his cock remain in the depths of her pussy for a count of five: then drawing it gradually back again — feeling it sliding gloriously against the hot walls of her sex…
In… out! In… out!!
He met Jean's eyes, seeing in them a fire and love which matched his own. She looked incredibly lovely! Her black hair was strewn over the sheets, its abundance making her face seem so tiny and child-like. A great protective urge flooded his being. How he adored her at this moment!
And she was grinding her hips in that slow, special wonderfully sensual way; something she hadn't done for years! Her spunk flowed sweetly over his prick, making it hotter and even more slippery: bathing him with a caressing, milky flow which symbolised her love…
Michael had almost forgotten Monique in his awakened ardour for Jean. The girl lay on her side against them, her fingers still massaging his testicles.
Suddenly, he found that he resented her presence. She shouldn't be here, intruding on their intimacy! It was obscene, unnatural… she was nothing but an outsider — a corrupt, interfering little -
Michael caught himself up. He remembered that if it hadn't been for Monique, he and Jean would most likely never have rediscovered their passion for each other! He tore his eyes away from her — and as they met Jean's once more he realised that she had seen from his expression what had been going through his mind.
She smiled: a tender, wistful little smile that begged him to be gentle with the girl.
Michael moved his head in an almost imperceptible nod — and resumed his piston-like fucking… now driving his prick in and out of Jean's cunt with a wilder, more intense passion; making it thrust into the heart of her female sex urgently… frantically…
Out of pity rather than desire, he reached his hand between Monique's thighs and started to insert two of his fingers into her smaller, probably virginal quim.
The girl tried to close her legs, reacting against Michael's belated attentions. But he overcame her weak resistance easily, and as soon as she felt his fingers sinking between her sex-lips, Monique gave a heartfelt sigh and relented.
She pulled her hand from its place on Michael's crotch and wriggled her body up the bed until her breasts were level with Jean's face. Michael's fingers had retained their sinecure inside Monique's cunt and they continued to frig steadily at the girl's slit, tickling and teasing; moving without cessation up and down the long, unfucked wound.
Monique suddenly gripped Jean's head, her slim fingers gathering up the woman's hair and forcing her to confront the breasts which Monique was thrusting towards her mouth.
“Kiss them! Suck them!” Monique urged her. “Go on — bite them if you like!” Jean could see tears in the girl's eyes — her voice was bitter and wild.
“What are you waiting for?” Monique demanded. “Aren't they good enough for you now? You liked them enough this afternoon, didn't you? Remember how you touched them then? Go on!” she shrilled. “Show him how you sucked them!!”
The girl was approaching hysteria, her lower lip trembling violently. Jean quickly moved her mouth forward and took one of Monique's breasts between her lips. She drew on it deeply, flicking the nipple with her tongue and feeling it harden and ripen.
“That's right!” Monique sobbed. “Harder — harder, damn you!' She thrust Jean's mouth against her breasts with both hands. “Oh, damn you! Damn you both!! You've been using me — that's all! That's all you wanted me for! As a — a stimulant!”
Oh, no, Jean wanted to cry. That's not true — it's simply not true! But her lips were choked with the softness of the girl's breast, and Monique's hands held her tightly in position; her fingers crooked into her hair.
