“See how shapely her shoulders are?” Monique asked. “Look at the smooth skin! And her back — how firm and upright it is!”
Illustrating her praise of Jean's bareness, the girl put her hand on the woman's shoulder and let it run intimately down the flesh. When her fingers reached Jean's bottom Monique slid them over the large curves and cupped the cheek nearest to her.
“And her buttocks!” she exclaimed. “Have you ever seen such a sweetly shaped arse in all your life? Why, the suppleness and the beauty of these cheeks would put Cleopatra herself to shame!”
“Let me see…” Michael went down on his haunches to examine the much-vaunted bottom for himself. He studied it from every possible angle, taking hold of the other cheek and — with Monique's aid — opened them so that he could view the privacy of Jean's anus, tucked three-quarters of the way down the deep crease…
She kept her arse muscles submissively relaxed, letting the man and girl hold her bum-cheeks wide open. Michael motioned Monique to carry out the task of keeping the globes well-splayed and she willingly leaned over and did so: one hand on each orb now, thumbs beneath the heavy swells, ensuring that he had the completest possible view of Jean's rear orifice.
Michael fixed his eyes intently on the tiny, pursed hole. Around it extended dozens of little wrinkles where the flesh had been stretched. He put his finger into the crease and touched the inviting opening: then rubbed the digit insinuatingly into the tight, boldly displayed shit-orifice.
A persistent, prolonged examination, and he appeared to be satisfied with the state of Jean's anus.
He withdrew his finger, making a faint suction noise as it popped out of the brown passageway. Then he put the intruder to his nostrils and sniffed carefully.
“Mmm, yes", he stated at last. “That would appear to be perfectly satisfactory. Now — I must see what the girl's cunt is like”. Michael rose to his feet again, letting his horny prick rub firmly against Jean's buttocks as he straightened up.
“Of course", Monique replied quickly. “Jean — go to the bed and lie down. We want to examine your quim!”
In an extremely docile manner, Jean moved to the bed and stretched herself out, letting her thighs open slightly. The fringe of the silk scarf fell across the mound above her cunt as she assumed the horizontal position, merging with her pubic hairs…
Monique curled up beside her, tucking her legs beneath her. Michael approached them, running his eyes over Jean's lusciously almost-nude body with a kind of professional appraisal. His cock bulged wildly up in front of his stomach, swinging menacingly each time the man moved, its crown red and thick.
Monique slowly raised the silken fringe away from the slave-girl's crotch. Then she rubbed the hard mound with her fingers, gently smoothing the hairs until they were flat — and brushed away from the opening of the woman's cunt-lips.
“There!” she cried proudly. “Please examine her as intimately as you please: I know you'll be happy with what you find!”
“Thank you", Michael replied shortly. “I shall make up my own mind about that!”
He sat on the edge of he bed and prodded Jean's thighs, indicating to her that she should open them a little wider. She obeyed without a murmur, parting her legs so that her prospective “buyer” could freely examine the hidden delights of her sex.
Michael leaned towards Jean's crotch and ran his hand gradually up the inside of her thigh. His fingers came to rest on the raised curve of her mons veneris, caressing the hairy mouth firmly.
Taking his time, the man let his middle finger slip slowly downwards into her wound, wiggling it from side to side until the lips sighed reluctantly open. Keeping his other fingers on Jean's crotch, Michael pushed the penetrating digit insistently deeper — feeling it sink beautifully into the thick red meat…
Still, Jean made not even the slightest sound or movement.
Michael frigged her quim methodically, his finger going in and out of the moist hole in a steady, unvaried rhythm. His knuckles rubbed at her clitoris, kneading the stalk into a thick, pulsing erectness — but still Jean played her role of the passive slave-girl to the hilt!
At last, Michael plopped his finger out and glanced up at Monique. “I want you to hold the lips open for me", he ordered the girl. Then, after considering, he appeared to change his mind:
“No — wait a minute. I'll keep them apart and watch while you lick your tongue into her cunt! You see. I must have proof that she's a clean girl…” His eyes glittered wickedly at Monique. He really is enjoying this, she 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.