Monique's naked skin was gripped tightly under her constantly moving hands.
“It doesn't matter, Monique', she whispered. “As long as I can feel your wonderful flesh against me — nude and warm… That's all I want!”
She felt the girl's quick intake of breath as Monique gladly snuggled even closer to her; the points of her nipples meeting Jean's as their breasts pushed firmly together. Further down, Jean could also feel the soft heat of Monique's tummy as the girl thrust herself forward — making their voluptuous female flesh press closely and intimately.
Carefully, the girls arranged themselves so that every part of their bodies touched: their thighs strained against each other, their hips blended sweetly — and their respective cunt-crotches merged so tightly that Jean could feel the warm, wet lips of Monique's quim thrusting into her own.
They began to writhe gently together, rocking in a delirious, slow-motion ecstasy on the bed, bodies locked as closely as possible.
As Jean continued to massage the roundness of Monique's shoulders, the girl allowed her own hands to slip slowly down Jean's back — fingers caressing the delicate, sensitive spine; up and down, returning again and again to Jean's bottom but always roaming away from the cheeks again just before they descended fully on the woman's arse-crease.
Then, gathering up two large handfuls of Jean's luxuriant black hair, Monique began to rub the woman's back with it. She gently stroked the bunched-up hair all the way down Jean's naked skin — running her fingers slowly through the strands until they were drawn almost to the opening of the woman's bottom.
The tickling sensation of her hair being rubbed sexily up and down her back made Jean start to shiver uncontrollably. She felt beautifully at Monique's mercy: the girl could do anything she liked with her — anything at all! Her body was Monique's completely; and the French girl seemed to realise that this new caress had aroused Jean almost more than her previous attentions.
She gently nudged Jean backwards until the woman lay on the bed with Monique bending over her. And then Monique began to play with her hair again — this time using it as a replacement for her fingers, stroking the soft tufts over Jean's breasts, rubbing the woman's nipples with the fine black curls… even sweeping it as far down Jean's tummy as it would reach — just being able to tickle the ends deliciously into the woman's navel.
Monique's smaller breasts swung freely as the girl attended to Jean. The temptation to reach her hand up and steady the wobbling globes was too strong — and Jean cupped her fingers once more and let them close gently around the girl's right titty, the one nearest to her.
She clenched and unclenched the fingers, making Monique's nipples grow taut and strong by rubbing them silkily between her forefinger and thumb. Monique replied to this fondling by lowering her face steadily towards Jean's riper, more prominent breast. The girl's lips parted, then came together around Jean's already stiff nipple.
She sucked it into her mouth with a teasing, tantalising slowness. And Jean, looking down at her chest, gasped aloud as she saw her nipple disappearing completely between Monique's red lips. The next moment she felt a sharp dragging sensation on her teat — a gradually mounting pain which turned quickly to pleasure.
Monique was closing her sharp little teeth firmly around Jean's precious bud and giving the nipple a series of determined bites! The girl held the juicy-tasting protuberance as tightly as possible, beginning to dart her moist and quivering tongue quickly across the very tip of it.
Over and over it lapped, forcing the hard red nipple to wobble inside the heat of Monique's mouth. Jean tightened her hand on Monique's breast — squeezing furiously as her passion grew fiercer and fiercer. She felt almost as if she wanted to pull poor little Monique's titty right off: urgently, she clasped and drew on the imprisoned breast — hearing Monique making funny little cries which were muffled by the thickness of her own breast inside the girl's mouth.
As if to retaliate for Jean's harsh treatment of her breast, the girl slid her hand further down the woman's tummy and fitted her fingers into the vulnerable slit of Jean's cunt. She slipped them easily into the wettened wound and began to push hard; her palm pressing rigidly into Jean's pubic mound and giving the hairy curve a thorough kneading.
Jean had to grit her teeth tightly together to stop herself crying out in pain. Remorselessly, Monique was frigging her sharp-nailed fingers into the tenderness of her cunt, opening the lips with inconsiderate roughness — a striking contrast to her earlier gentle treatment.
Without planning it, the two girls had fallen into a veritable contest of will-power: seeing which of them could withstand the most pain without pleading for the other to desist.
Grimly, Jean continued to pull on Monique's breast. Her fingers were now scoring fiercely into the soft and pliable flesh — raising long red weals on the delicate skin. She was twiddling the nipple, too, turning it around as if the hard and exciting knob of gristle was a screw and her fingers were the screwdriver… It seemed to be growing even bigger! That was the amazing thing! As she twisted and pinched the French girl's pointy titty it thickened and stiffened even more — and the thought came to Jean that it was begging her to continue with this cruel but exciting love-play — pleading with her not to stop!
Monique's fingers were being equally ruthless in their own way. Jean could feel the tears starting from her eyes as the inner lips were scratched and mauled by the au pair girl's deliberately raking fingernails.
“Ouch!” The cry was wrenched from Jean's lips unwillingly. Monique had just sliced the sharp curve of one nail across the very centre of her clitty, and the precious morsel felt afire with pain.
“Oh, my darling!” Monique murmured seductively. “I'm so terribly sorry — did I hurt you?” She raised her mouth from Jean's breasts and her lips were wet and glistening. As they left Jean's nipple the teat bobbled slightly, moist from the juices of the girl's saliva.
“Was I too rough with you, my precious?” Monique's eyes gleamed with a sexy mock-apology which Jean found overwhelmingly thrilling. “Here', the girl went on. “Let me kiss you better…”
And she immediately began to lower her mouth to Jean's sex, holding the woman's thighs open with both hands.
“Wait a minute!” Jean tightened her grip on Monique's breast, fingers digging into the supple orb, refusing to release it. “I'm not going to let go of your titty, Monique! You'll have to find some way to kiss me and let me still hold your breast!”
Monique smiled sweetly, meeting Jean's eyes with becoming frankness. “That's easily done', she replied. “But it means that you'll have to look closely at my dickie again, Jean!”
And she quickly swung herself around so that her bottom faced towards Jean's head. Her right thigh lifted and came over Jean's body — and the girl boldly squatted astride the woman's shoulders, leaning forward so that her bottom opened and the luscious valley between her arse-cheeks was blatantly displayed to Jean's eyes.
Monique bent further, supporting herself by placing her hands firmly on Jean's thighs. As the girl sank into a crouching position, the full beauty of her pink cunt came into full view. It looked, from this backward position, like a long, deep wound — the puffy lips on either side of the hole opening to expose in all its glory, Monique's mark of womanhood. The red and vulnerable slit of Eve… of Venus…
She showed not the slightest trace of embarrassment, though Monique must have realised that every single part of her most private region was openly, nakedly revealed to Jean's hot eyes. Her fingers played on the soft inside of Jean's thighs, urging them to open.
Jean heard the girl give a murmur of pleasure as her own eyes drank in the voluptuous sight of the hair protected bulge around her cunt. With cautious fingers, Monique parted the tangle of hair, uttering soft little exclamations of delight as Jean's mature and fleshy-lipped pussy peeped into sight.
Carefully, Monique put the fingers of her right hand on the revealed slit — letting them descend oh-so-gently upon Jean's highly sensitive quim. A tremor passed through Jean's entire body as the girl softly began to stroke the fingers up and down her sex. She squirmed, her legs drumming spastically on the bed; shivering with sheer pleasure as Monique started to pet her.
The French girl moved her bottom backwards a little, bringing the white cheeks closer to Jean's face. At the same time she tickled the tips of her fingers right into Jean's cunt — drawing the sleek, puffy lips out of the way so that she could dip them into the softer heat of the woman's vulva.
So deliberately the girl caressed her! So very slowly did Monique press her fingers into Jean's quim! The latter woman was breathing heavily again, her senses fully aroused by the piquant situation: they were now both staring deep into the heart of each other's most erotic and mysterious parts. Both shamelessly keeping their thighs open so
