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.
For several horny minutes the French girl ran her tongue tastily over Jean's arse orifice, curling the tip and pushing it sexily into the hard, tight nutmeg.
When she finally withdrew her mouth, Jean turned over, her breasts shaking voluptuously — the beads swinging delightfully against her nipples. The silk scarf had fallen back into place across her honeypot, modestly shielding the thick-lipped jungle from view.
“I'm sorry", she whispered. “I was very naughty and I deserved to be spanked! Of course we must do as we're told: it was very wrong of me to disobey! Come, let's do as our Master bids us…”
And she pulled Monique gently down beside her, one hand stealing about the girl's waist, the other going up to clasp Monique's shoulder. The girls cuddled warmly together, lying side by side on the carpet just below Michael's eyes, shamelessly kissing and caressing each other — knowing that he could see every movement they made.
Monique's right hand stole down until her fingers rested over Jean's silk-covered crotch. She massaged the place lovingly, moving her hand in a beautifully slow up-and-down rhythm so that the scarf was pressed tightly against the woman's sex.
The thin silk rubbed excitingly on Jean's cunt, and as Monique experimentally pushed her finger into the yielding hole, the underside was gradually forced inwards: penetrating Jean's hot, moist quim.
“Mmmm”. Monique sighed prettily as she slowly tucked her finger (the material of the scarf acting as an improvised sheath) into her lover's tight slit.
Firmly, the digit was thrust fully into Jean's ticklish sex, Monique working it around and around — taking care to push the silk in before her finger and make it touch every inch of the woman's throbbing vulva.
Soon, Michael could see that his wife's cunt was crammed with the scarf. Monique had cleverly stuck it so far into the slit that, when she pulled her finger out again, only the fringe was left to dangle sexily outside the ripe wound.
Jean herself, meanwhile, had not been idle. While her hands had been caressing Monique's bottom (unfortunately out of Michael's line of vision), she had drawn Monique's scarf tightly between the girl's thighs. It could now be seen — as Jean's body moved slightly away from Monique's and again lay in repose on the carpet — that her fingers were holding the very end of the scarf tautly under Monique's bottom.
This naturally caused the silken neckwear to be pulled as constrictingly as possible against the girl's crotch; and for it to twist into a very narrow strip — thereby cutting firmly into Monique's cunt, leaving the lips themselves to protrude nakedly on either side of the swathe.
While Michael's eyes were glued on this erotic spectacle, Jean gave him a brief look — then began to jerk the taut length of silk scarf backwards and forwards between Monique's thighs.
The effect was startling. Michael felt his prick rising to a frenzied erectness. It moved of its own volition against the sheets and for a moment he feared that he would shoot his spunk onto them prematurely, so urgent was the prickling sensation at his scrotum.
Monique's quim was drawn widely open by Jean's manipulations: the scarf had become no more than a strip of silk about an inch in diameter and it sank deeply into the long gash of the girl's sex, forcing the lips to stretch open.
As he stared, the girls climbed slowly to their feet. Jean retained her grip on the scarf and, standing by Monique's side, facing towards the bed, she continued her steady tugging…
Monique's crotch was level with his eyes now, and Michael could see even more clearly the unnatural pout of the girl's cunt-lips. They seemed thicker than he remembered them… and he suddenly realised that this was due to fact that the tight cut of the scarf was forcing them to protrude; curving them out of Monique's pussy and squashing them severely!
For Monique herself the sensation was unbearably sensual. She could feel Jean's hand under her bottom, could feel the constant drag of the material into her inflamed cunt…