that their partner could gaze as long and as deep as she wished into the secrets of their sex.
Jean tingled with delight as she felt Monique beginning to blow sweetly into the revealed flower of her cunt. The girl's breath created an added heat around the already boiling quim — making it feel more liquid and more itchy than before.
Monique's fingers played leisurely around the inner lips, fondling her clitoris and rubbing at the plump red flesh inside her quim: but not yet actually penetrating her. They teased at the entrance to her vulva, but Monique tantalisingly refrained from squeezing her fingers into the hole itself.
Instead, the girl fondled with those maddening, delicious digits all around the fiery spot, bringing Jean almost to the point of orgasm with her slow, thorough manipulations.
When Jean thought she would be able to stand the suspense not a single moment longer, Monique intuitively relented. But instead of sliding her fingers lusciously into the heart of the fruit, she pursed her sweet young lips and kissed them firmly into the woman's cunt — holding Jean's pussy open so that she could suck at it without hindrance.
Jean lay there, gasping for breath, her hands twitching in passive impotence. The sensation of the French girl's mouth working busily at her quim was almost more than she could bear! Never had she experienced so intense an excitement: she began to throb violently, her mind starting to spin off into highly-coloured fantasies as Monique put her tongue out and slipped it firmly into the tight, pulsing orifice.
She could feel the girl's chin pressing into her pubic mound, rubbing up and down the erotic place as Monique warmed to her task of giving Jean the most exciting and stimulating cunt-sucking the woman had ever received.
Dimly, Jean realised that she had unwittingly released Monique's breast. Her fingers were still clenching and unclenching, however, as if she had the lolling young titty clasped between them. Unable to regain her grip on the breast, Jean raised her hands and contented herself with Monique's bottom.
She stroked the cheeks lovingly, using her thumbs to lift them wider apart so that she could view the tiny brown anus. It was pursed only a few scant inches from her mouth and Jean felt an overwhelming impulse to lick up and down the inviting crease of Monique's arse.
Every last scrap of inhibition gone, she immediately fitted the action to the thought. Raising her head, she closed the distance between Monique's arse and her lips. The softness of the girl's cheeks against her face was beautiful! Jean moved her head slowly from side to side, savouring the contact.
Then, her hands still spread out on Monique's bottom — holding the wonderful globes as far apart as was possible — Jean extended her tongue and licked from the base of the girl's cunt right up the center of her arsecrease. It ran lasciviously over the hard, taut bump of Monique's anus, then travelled on until it reached the end of the cheeks and the beginning of the girl's spine.
Down again… this time unable to resist stopping at Monique's rear hole and thoroughly tasting the wild odours of her shameless bottom. Jean pressed her lips firmly around the fleshy petals, breathing heavily against Monique's back orifice. She ran her tongue right over the precious nutmeg — lapping greedily until the perfume of the girl's bottom was as familiar to her as the scent she wore.
This would have been exciting enough in itself — to suck and tickle with her tongue at the hitherto forbidden passage of another girl's arse. But to feel at the same time Monique's tongue growing increasingly bolder and beginning to slip fully into her own cunt…!!
Jean felt transported to another world, lifted far beyond her normal capacity for sexual enjoyment by the sheer daring of what they were doing.
For the time being nothing mattered to her. Not Michael, not Cathy, not even herself. If guilt and shame followed upon this wild, abandoned lesbianism, Jean was more than willing to pay that price. What was happening to her NOW, right now, transcended everything. She deliberately drowned out her rational mind, refused to listen to the dictates of her conscience. For this wonderful, incredibly sexy moment she allowed herself to become a creature of pure instinct — revelling uninhibitedly in sheer animal lust…
She lifted her loins up so that Monique could penetrate her more deeply. Her hips writhed in a fierce sexual rhythm, surging and straining. Monique responded immediately, the woman's mounting passion communicating itself to her own feverish lust.
The girl's lips mouthed more violently than ever around Jean's cunt, worrying the red meat; sucking large pieces of the flesh inwards and darting her tongue in faster and faster movements inside her partner's quim.
At the same time, her fingers slipped beneath the cheeks of Jean's buttocks and began to fondle them urgently. They dug into the heavy swells, lifting, turning them in every possible direction. Her nose burrowed itself into Jean's cunt, rubbing against the woman's stiff clitty — making the red morsel more inflamed and hard than ever.
Monique's arse, too, started to contract in wild, frantic spasms: making it difficult for Jean to keep her mouth in position.
Feeling the girl's desperate need, she worked her fingers under Monique's thighs until they were able to touch and penetrate her quim. Quickly, Jean fondled the exotic lips open and relieved the itching which she knew Monique must be suffering.
As if by instinct, Jean seemed to know exactly where the girl tickled most urgently. She pushed her fingers deep into Monique's cunt and stroked them firmly and quickly against the top wall of her slot: the place where the girl's network of nerve fibres was most sensitive.
Monique gave a muffled cry of ecstasy, but valiantly kept her lips glued to Jean's pussy — opening and closing them again and again so that the woman's cunt was subjected to a ceaseless petting.
Suddenly, the sheer deliciousness of what they were doing to each other completely overwhelmed Jean. She felt the spunk boiling up in her crotch, screaming silently to her for release. With a grinding, a furious threshing of her hips, she urged herself to her climax.
The love-cream came streaming out of her cunt, gushing into Monique's waiting mouth. Helplessly, unable to control herself, Jean let the hot fluid pump from her well-stimulated pussy. Knowing that Monique was gobbling it down and sucking frenziedly at her quim-lips to urge every last goblet out, she took a deep breath and then stuck her tongue as it would go into the girl's anus.
The exotic flavour of the French girl's arse juices mingled with her saliva to form a heady cocktail. Jean drank fully of Monique's rich, earthy treasures — savouring every joyous moment of her orgasm, which was still in full eruption.
And then Monique, too, began to surge her loins in a violent, thrusting action — and Jean knew that the girl was beginning to launch upon her own climax.
She swiftly placed her forefinger where her mouth had been: sticking it rudely into the tiny hole of Monique's arse and twisting it deeply inside the tight, protesting orifice. At the same moment, Jean transferred her mouth to the girl's already streaming quim — just in time to receive the abundant tribute of Monique's spunk.
Rolling slightly from side to side on the bed, the two girls sucked and chewed ecstatically upon their bare sexes; their warm, moist bodies rubbing and pressing in a totally, completely intimate merging.
For long minutes their highly stimulated cunts throbbed and shuddered out their soothing, blissful come. Monique's breasts stuck firmly into the flat of Jean's stomach, the small but shapely globes glistening with sweat. Jean cuddled the French girl's buttocks close to her face — keeping her forefinger stuck as far as it would thrust up Monique's backside.
When, finally, neither girl could strain another drop of milky love-juice from her quim, Monique rolled off Jean's body, flopping exhaustedly onto the bed by her lover's side. Jean's arm went around the girl's thighs, holding her close as they both fell into a sweetly contented sleep…
Monique awoke first. She turned over onto her back, gently disengaging her limbs from Jean's grasp. The girl stared for several long minutes at the woman's nudity, a soft mistiness in her eyes as she let them travel slowly over her lover's body.
For some time she felt only a sharp, aching tenderness towards Jean; a deep, romantic affection for the woman who had given her such exquisite pleasure. How wonderful it had felt to be caressed by those long, gentle fingers! Monique sighed. How considerate Jean had been, how thoughtful!
Was it really sinful to be loved by a member of your own sex? Monique began to feel the first pangs of self- reproach — a sudden remorse creeping through her body as she stared at Jean's fingers: relaxed in sleep, the
