When she was naked expect for her bra, the French girl rolled lazily over onto her tummy and Jean quickly unhooked the webbed harness. With Monique still lying face down, she worked the straps over the shapely shoulders and drew the brassiere from beneath the recumbent girl.
Before Monique could turn over again, however, Jean slipped both her hands under her chest and cupped the warm young breasts between her fingers. The nipples pressed hotly into her palms, burning lustfully and stiffly. Jean's dressing gown was completely open now and as she lowered her body down onto Monique's, fitting herself firmly with her thighs pressing into the backs of the girl's legs, she made her naked breasts sink voluptuously into Monique's bare back.
She began to kiss the nape of the French girl's neck, her lips brushing wetly and insinuatingly across the downy skin. Monique began to wriggle seductively beneath her, reaching her hands around so that she could again feel Jean's buttocks.
At length, they abandoned this rather awkward, though sexy position. Monique turned to face Jean and they crushed their now naked bodies together, bare tummies rubbing, breasts squashing. Their pubic mounds met in a violent thrusting of their loins, Jean's dark hair twining with Monique's blonde and wispier strands.
The upper lips of their cunts also touched — kissing almost as passionately as the girls' other mouths, which were once more engaged in an abandoned tongueing. They started to writhe their hips against one another, their hands stealing down to each other's buttocks and relishing the unclothed nakedness of the round firm cheeks.
Monique was the first to suggest a more intimate mode of love-play. Drawing her lips slightly away from Jean's, she murmured: “Shall I show you exactly what I was doing to myself in the bath, Jean?”
“Oh, yes, Monique — please do!”
The slim French girl wriggled slightly away from Jean's body, though the latter woman could still feel the animal warmth emanating from Monique's naked skin. She again assumed a position on her back, drawing her legs tightly together so that the raised curve of her cunt mound was almost hidden from view between her thighs.
Then, while Jean watched intently, hardly daring to blink for fear of missing a single intimate movement, Monique laid her right hand gently on her belly and began to caress the flat whiteness. She petted the skin lovingly, passing her fingers right across the gently rising and falling belly and caressing herself as if she were completely alone in the room.
Jean propped herself up on an elbow and stared down at the arousing spectacle; only a few brief inches from the slowly moving fingers. Monique very gradually stroked her hand downwards until the tips of her fingers began to pluck softly at the triangle of her hair which ineffectively concealed her cunt.
Her red painted nails were crooked slightly, making them appear more and more like the sharp talons of a beast of prey. The girl started to dig them inwards at the hard muscle which formed the topmost region of her quim. At the same time, she let her thighs slide open a little, enabling her fingers to move further down and begin to coax the very tip of her cuntcrease apart.
Jean could now see quite plainly the intricate folds of inner lips. Like a speeded-up film of a precious flower bursting into full bloom, Monique's quim opened beautifully. The long, deep divide sighed into view under the gentle petting of the girl's fingers and Jean swallowed, her mouth suddenly very dry, as Monique revealed to her the sweet fruit of her girlhood.
With exquisite, tantalising slowness, she peeled the lips completely open, holding them apart with the fingers of both hands for Jean's greedy inspection. Then, as the woman stared with increasing pleasure at the innocent but somehow maddening sex (feeling a growing desire to plunge her mouth against the pink softness and bite and tear at the sweetly perfumed inner flesh), Monique boldly started to jiggle the lips up and down…
She pulled them with alternate movements of her fingers, making the plump folds rub provocatively together — then stretch elastically away from each other in a thrilling and violently arousing exposure.
Jean half-unconsciously put her own hand out and moved it over Monique's breast. Not taking her eyes away from the girl's self-fondling, she rubbed Monique's nipple, quickly bringing the teat to an enormously ripe swelling. Her thumb and forefinger met around the base of the cherry, squeezing quite punishingly — drawing the tightly held nipple upwards away from Monique's bosom.
Under her fingers the girl's breast swayed softly, a plump young melon which wobbled in whichever direction she chose. Jean could feel her thighs sticking together and realised that she had already lost some warm juices…
Monique, meanwhile, was beginning to dip both her forefingers into the tight orifice of her sex. She had to twist them around in a series of circular movements in order not to damage her still intact hymen; the fingers would sink inwards to the second joint, then slowly emerge again — each time covered with a liquid film of young spunk.
At last the girl succeeded in penetrating herself completely. Her forefingers disappeared to their hilt between the slick lips of her quim and she began to drive them rhythmically in and out… slowly, easily, without the slightest haste — giving Jean all the time in the world to savour every movement.
“Oh, that looks so beautiful!” Jean exclaimed. She ran her tongue quickly over her parched lips. “I've never seen a girl doing that to herself before… you touch yourself so cleverly, my darling!” $ Monique wriggled one finger out of her quim. She put it up to Jean's face deliberately — offering the woman the fruits of her sex without saying a word.
Jean bent her mouth forward and sucked the long, slim finger between her lips. She licked her tongue slowly around it, tasting the pungent, slightly bitter juices which adhered to Monique's finger. She drew hard on it, feeling the nail sharp against the roof of her mouth. Her eyes closed in sheer bliss…
Firmly and insistently, Monique started to pull her finger free. And when Jean looked at her, dismay spreading over her face, the French girl whispered: “You must get some more for yourself, Jean!” Despite her boldness, Jean saw that Monique's cheeks were pink and blushing. Her full, lipstick-free mouth was parted and the lips were well- moistened — the light from the window catching them and giving them the appearance of being wetter than they actually were.
Although Monique's intention was not absolutely clear from her choice of words, Jean had not the smallest doubt that she was being invited to kiss and mouth the French girl — her lips taking the place of Monique's fingers., She slid her hand off the plump young breast, giving the nipple a final tweak. Her fingers passed right down the curve of Monique's waist, caressed briefly but excitingly at the sleek, fleshy hip… then came to rest on the satin-soft inside of he girl's right thigh.
Jean was more aroused than she could ever remember, every part of her afire with wild, passionate longing. Her body was trembling so much that? she had difficulty in working herself into position between Monique's thighs. She lifted the girl's legs up and placed them over her shoulders, deliberately keeping her eyes averted from Monique's. It was all she could do to move herself into such an outrageous and blatant attitude, and her resolve was growing weaker despite the fierce desire which was driving her on.
For one terrifying moment, Jean felt that she couldn't continue: what she was doing was completely against her nature, it was obscene… unnatural… She wasn't a lesbian! She wasn't! She -
And then the warm feel of Monique's soft under-thighs against her fingers checked her panic. Jean forced herself to look down at the totally exposed cunt which Monique was presenting to her.
It really was so pretty, she thought. So sweet, so very tempting! Her face moved as if by its own volition nearer and nearer to the rawly open quim its lips stretched wide apart and its complex of vulnerable flesh defencelessly yielding up its deepest secrets.
She kissed the very centre of Monique's cunt, pursing her lips and pressing them closely into the heart of the girl's precious treasure. The intimate musk came strongly to her nostrils, bringing back vivid memories of her first sexual experience with another girl…
Jean closed her eyes and let herself drift away into a state of beautiful physical pleasure; concentrating entirely on the sensations of touch and smell — ignoring all speculation on whether what she was doing was right or wrong. She applied herself to the kissing of Monique's cunt, slowly becoming oblivious to everything else.
Her tongue peeped out and its tip, curled over to form a long tube-like phallus, inched slowly into the heat of Monique's vulva. It pushed its way steadily inwards — moving from side to side, stretching as far as it could possibly reach into the girl's warm moist hole. Jean's pursed lips also worked: they moved continually on Monique's inner cunt-lips, savouring the rubbery wet flesh and pushing fiercely into the softness of the marvellous sex.
She felt the French girl beginning to gyrate her hips. Monique tensed and untensed her loins, thrusting her crotch more and more urgently against Jean's mouth. Jean slipped her hands beneath the girl's thighs until they
