Chapter 4
Caine took his coat off and threw it untidily onto the chair in the hall. As he moved into the kitchen he was struck again by the unusual silence. Mona and their young Swedish visitor should have been up hours earlier and he knew that at least one of them was at home because the station wagon was still in the garage.
He frowned as he thought of Jacqueline. Though the young girl had only been there a few weeks her presence was very disturbing to him. At first he had thought there must have been something about her that irritated him, some personal trait that he couldn't put his finger on. Then he realized the real reason for his discomfort; she was so beautiful, a lovely golden creature so close to him ... and she was scarcely older than his own daughter! He tried to avoid her, to avoid seeming to her or to himself like a pawing, lecherous middle-aged man. Though the house was fairly large, it wasn't big enough to separate them and several times a day he found himself face to face with her. He tried to affect a kind, fatherly image-but there were moments when he was sure she saw through his pretense. The way she'd glance at him out of the corner of her eye, with a strange little look on her face. Caine wondered if there was any chance she had seen him that one morning as he'd passed by her bedroom. He'd been on his way to take a shower when he'd felt the cooling breeze from her door which was slightly ajar. He had leaned to close the door when he saw her on the far side of the room ... standing with her back to him and looking out over the bay. The draught came from the sliding glass doors that she'd opened. Caine could feel the goose-pimples from the cold air, the same tingling bumps she must have felt because, as he stood there, she dropped her nightgown from her shoulders and stretched, shivering slightly ...
She had the sleek, curved body of a golden feline animal ... long and incredibly sensual-with her muscles tensed against the chilling air, Caine could see her buttocks quiver with a life of their own ... his manhood stirred and rose as he studied the loveliness of the lithe, gracefully chiseled form before him. I might not have been able to control myself and walked right in, he thought, if at that moment she hadn't started to turn back into the room. Jolted out of his sexual reverie, Caine had jumped out of the way and shakily walked down to the bathroom. The awareness of what might have happened if either Mona or Anne, their daughter, had seen him caused him to go limp again, but still the memory of what he had experienced that morning flickered across his mind each time he saw Jacqueline and her curious glances in return made him strangely uneasy.
Now, as he turned back into the hall, he stopped suddenly as a faint giggle reached his ears. It seemed to come from upstairs ...
He listened intently. There it was again! He paused at the foot of the stairs, one hand on the banister.
A girl's voice, protesting half-heartedly, the words broken up with excited laughter. Caine recognized it as Jacqueline's, heard the trace of her Swedish accent in the muffled, indistinct phrase.
He started up the stairs, deliberately making as little noise as possible. There was something that struck him as being rather odd about the cry, something intriguing ...
He turned the bend at the top of the stairs and saw that Mona's bedroom door was open slightly. A rustling sound came from within the room and the faint whisper of girls' voices. Caine, impelled by some mysterious instinct, moved to the wall which ran alongside the door. He flattened himself against it, feeling at once guilty and excited by the prospect of spying on his wife and their young guest.
Through the crack in the door he could see scarcely nothing: a vague blurring of outlines that merely increased his curiosity without satisfying it. Caine put his face up to it and fastened his eye close to the long-hinged opening, using it as a peephole.
He was now able to see quite distinctly into the room and he blinked rapidly, unable to believe that his eye wasn't deceiving him!
Mona and Jacqueline were standing in front of the dressing table mirror, wearing only their panties and stockings. Mona stood behind the young, voluptuous girl, running her hands slowly up and down the backs of her thighs and crouching slightly so that her fingers were able to reach the tautly fastened stocking tops.
Jacqueline's legs were astride, her own hands planted firmly on her hips; she stared appreciatively into the big mirror, her head on one side, her breasts thrust out provocatively.
Mona's breasts were pushing intimately into the white flesh of Jacqueline's back-the nipples rubbing into the girl's skin just above the middle of her back. They were both giggling conspiratorially and as Caine watched, his mouth opening in sheer wonderment, Mona slipped her fingers up the smoothness of Jacqueline's thighs and ran them boldly over the girl's bottom. She raised the panties delicately, drawing them into the crease of her buttocks and exposing the firm plump cheeks more completely.
Spellbound, Caine stared at the sensualness of the scene, his throat suddenly dry. Unconsciously, he passed his tongue slowly over his parched lips. This wasn't really happening, he thought wildly. It could not be! Mona wasn't like that ...
But the evidence before him clearly indicated that the girls were engaged in something rather more intimate than a mere feminine admiration of their bodies. Having made Jacqueline's panties practically disappear into the girl's ripe divide, Mona was now pinching the bare globes between her forefingers and thumbs, holding a generous portion of the white flesh and jiggling it; making the rest of the cheeks wobble sensuously.
Again, he heard Jacqueline's half-hearted protest: "Mona-don't! Oh, darling, what do you think you're doing? Please!"
Even if he had been unable to see her face (and the mirror clearly reflected Jacqueline's expression) Caine could tell from the tone of her voice that the girl didn't object in the slightest to Mona's pinching. She had formed her mouth into a pert pouting-and at the same time wiggling her buttocks slightly and making no attempt to free her bottom from the woman's fingers.
Mona now went down behind Jacqueline, dropping onto her knees and staring at the girl's buttocks at a distance of no more than a few inches. Her hands remained on the cheeks, continuing their not too-rough nipping of the curving flesh.
"There now!" she whispered softly. "Did I hurt your pretty little behind, darling? Here-let me kiss it and make it better!"
And Caine's wife pursed her lips, brought them into contact with Jacqueline's buttocks and began to plant wet, noisy little kisses on the jutting hemispheres. Far from resenting this greater intimacy with her body, Jacqueline thrust the soft, white cheeks backwards, silently encouraging Mona to continue.
She also took the waistband of her panties in the ringers of both hands and drew it up firmly, making the creamy white briefs stretch even more tightly into her crotch.
Mona put her arms around Jacqueline's thighs, her hands slipping beneath the long white elastic of the girl's garter fastenings so that the bands formed two securing straps on the back of her wrists. She held Jacqueline tightly, caressing her shapely thighs and kissing again and again on her smooth, rounded buttocks.
The audible smacks of her lips on Jacqueline's flesh reached Caine's ears clearly. He was more amazed than shocked by the sudden and unexpected revelation that Mona could so such things to another girl; his surprise outweighed any sense of outrage which he might have felt if the news had been broken to him less dramatically.
His eye was beginning to burn-a draught from the open window inside the room causing him to blink away the moisture which was obscuring his vision. And as he pressed it once more against the crack, he inadvertently leaned forward ...
The door creaked open and he drew back from it immediately-a tic starting at the comer of his mouth. The girls gave a sudden gasp and he heard them moving in the room.
Caine almost panicked, nearly ran as quickly as possible back down the stairs in terrible confusion. Then he reminded himself that he had done absolutely nothing to feel ashamed of. It was his wife and Jacqueline-they were the ones to blush and hide themselves. He stepped forward again, pushed the door wide open and walked into the bedroom.
"Caine," Mona was coming towards him almost before he had entered the room. He looked beyond her to Jacqueline. The girl had snatched up a dressing gown and was still trying to pull it on-her arms twisting behind her back and forcing her naked breasts to thrust themselves out. He saw that the nipples were stiff and red and wondered if Mona had held them and rubbed them.
"Darling, I didn't hear you come in!" She was smiling at him, making not the slightest attempt to cover her practically nude body.
"Jacqueline and I were just seeing if we take the same sizes in underwear. She's running a bit low and since I've got so many bras and pants that I haven't even worn yet, I thought I could let her have some ... "
Caine stared at her, disbelief written all over his face. Mona appeared either not to notice, or to ignore the look of incredulity in her husband's eyes. Calmly she went on:
"Isn't it lucky? Although our breasts are different sizes, my pants and stockings seem to fit her perfectly. Don't they, Jackie?" She turned, looking over her shoulder at the young girl.
"Y-yes, Mrs. Ashley," Jacqueline stammered. She had finally managed to draw the robe around her and was now twisting her fingers nervously.
"Come here, dear. There's no need to be shy. Caine's seen a naked girl before, you know. Anyway, you're not much older than our own daughter, is she Caine?"
He still hadn't found his voice. He kept staring at Mona, unable to recognize in this poised, sexy woman his mousy, quietly-shy wife. Caine could only stand there in front of her, his mouth comically open in amazement, watching as Jacqueline came slowly across the room to stand obediently next to the confident, unabashed woman whom he could scarcely believe had changed so quickly.
"Show Caine how well they fit you, darling!" Mona was saying. "Come along, you don't have to be coy and bashful! I'd like Caine to see how similar our figures are, despite the difference in our ages!"
When the girl looked uncertainly from her to Caine and back again, Mona reached for the cord which held her robe together.
"Oh, really, Jackie!" she exclaimed with a smile. "How on earth did all those stories about sexy Swedish girls start if they're all as shy as you!" Her fingers swiftly plucked the knot undone and Jacqueline's dressing gown fell open, uncovering the girl's skimpy briefs and blatantly sexy garters and stockings.
It opened sufficiently to expose half of her breasts, but the edges remained in place across Jacqueline's nipples, keeping them hidden from Caine's involuntary appraisal.
He ran his eyes instinctively over the girl's semi-nude body, feeling as if he had suddenly been plunged into an erotic daydream. But the fantasy was three-dimensional and he could also smell the sweet, arousing perfume which both his wife and Jacqueline were wearing.
Caine was abruptly aware that his life had switched into another gear: what was happening now was so utterly, so fantastically out of the ordinary that it was something like moving into a new and totally alien existence. As if (He remembered a half-forgotten science fiction story) as if parallel worlds did exist and he had suddenly been transported from one in which a mediocre, bored, humdrum Caine Ashley lived, into a dimension where the same man, with the same wife and day-to-day routine, was subtly different in one major respect: he was free! Free from all sexual prudery and inhibition!
Mona tutted impatiently at Jacqueline. "Really, darling," she protested crossly. "Why don't you slip the robe off altogether? Look at me-I'm wearing less than you are and I'm not embarrassed, am I?"
She gave Caine a brief self-poised smile which seemed to bring him more into the game of getting Jacqueline to strip off her gown. If, Caine reflected, if it was really only a game ...
His wife moved behind Jacqueline and put her hands down over the girl's shoulders. She took the lapels of her robe and slowly helped Jacqueline's arms out of the sleeves, peeling it gently away from the nipples-which Jacqueline quickly covered with her hands as the ruby-tipped buds came suddenly into view.
Mona let the robe drop to the floor. Keeping her arms on Jacqueline's shoulders, she said: "What do you think darling? Don't my panties fit her perfectly?"
She turned Jacqueline around until the girl faced her. "Look at the back view, darling! You'd never know they hadn't been bought especially for her, would you?"
Caine could feel his penis stiffening as he stared at Jacqueline's bottom. The white silk of the panties was still drawn up tight into the divide of her buttocks-leaving the cheeks themselves completely exposed. They had two tiny little dimples on the far side of each globe where Jacqueline had tightened the muscles. He longed suddenly to lick them, to put his own tongue where Mona's lips had been ...
Mona followed his eyes. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "They're not really supposed to look like that! We were just fooling about-" At last, his wife had the grace to blush slightly. Her eyes twinkled, though and Caine's cock thickened and bulged noticeably out of his trousers as Mona stretched her hands languidly down Jacqueline's bare back and primly pulled the panties back into a more respectable position.
Caine finally found his voice. "I thought they looked better before you adjusted them, Mona," he heard himself saying. And it was as if the words had come from a source other than his own mouth. They sounded deeper and more breathy than his normal tone and Caine realized that his desire was mounting rapidly.
The close proximity of the two girls was driving him crazy. Jacqueline's body was obviously pushed so tightly against Mona's that their breasts must be touching! And their stomachs ... certainly their bellies were pressing together. And what about their panties? Yes! Definitely, the triangular mounds would be moving and perhaps even pulsing, next to one another ...
Caine cleared his throat. He slipped a hand into his trouser pocket and gave his penis a surreptitious squeeze. It strained urgently against his fingers, warning him that he couldn't stand very much more of this sexual by-play without taking an active part in it.
Mona now moved around behind Jacqueline and gave the girl's bottom a critical look. "Mmmmm" she said at last. "Perhaps you're right!"
Her fingers again adjusted the tightly clinging material of Jacqueline's panties, hoisting them firmly into the crevice of the girl's ass and letting her fingers rub sensuously across the firm white orbs before leaving them.
"Does that feel too tight, though?" she asked the young Swedish girl. She saw Jacqueline's head shake, no. Her hands still covered her breasts though her back was turned towards Caine.
In a small, husky voice she whispered: "No, I like them better that way, Mona." She began to turn around of her own accord. "What about the front, though? Isn't it fashionable to wear your panties as small as possible now?" Her lilting Swedish accent was driving Caine insane. "Could you tuck them up for me, Mona darling?"
Jacqueline's face was flushed, her eyelashes fluttering nervously. But she obediently allowed Mona to stoop down in front of her and persuade her thighs open with a gentle pressure from her fingers.
Caine's wife fitted her hands shamelessly under the white silk, keeping her own body out of the way so that her husband could have an uninterrupted view of Jacqueline's thinly-covered loins ... and could also see clearly what she was about to do with it.
First, Mona took the V of the briefs in her fingers and tugged it gently upwards. This action caused the seat of the panties to sink sexily in between the lips of Jacqueline's vagina-at the same time making a bulge that stood out on either side of the material.
This was provocative enough; but Mona now commenced to tuck the garment boldly up, doubling the already abbreviated panties so that they finally looked like nothing more than a stripteaser's G-string.
Mona moved her head back to admire her handiwork from a distance. "There!" she said, "I think that looks very nice, indeed! What's your opinion, Caine?"
He nodded slowly, not trusting himself to speak. Jacqueline was the picture of demure, artfully disarrayed sensualness. The girl's well-shaped legs, small waist and flared hips, together with her now daringly minute panties, gave her the appearance of a strikingly experienced, yet somehow innocent child. Probably it was the attitude of her hands, still clasping her young breasts tightly, which contributed to the innocence of her other qualities.
Again, Caine could see what a voluptuous and beautiful young creature she was! Standing before them, blushing shyly, Jacqueline aroused a sharp desire that ached for satisfaction.
He didn't even begin to question Mona's motives in arranging this display of their charms. For the moment all Caine could think of was the sheer delight of their combined bodies. His mind sought frantically to somehow prolong the erotic situation.
"Your pants look very odd beside Jacqueline's," he said with sudden inspiration. "They're so large, so old-fashioned, Mona. Why don't you wear them as brief as Jacqueline's, darling? Go on-pull them up! Let me see if you can get the same effect."
Mona smiled. "I've got a better idea," she told him. "Jacqueline, would you like to adjust my panties for me?" her eyes met the young girl's and Caine was sure he detected a familiar, secret intimacy flash between his wife and Jacqueline.
Then, as Jacqueline began to kneel down in front of Mona, finally removing her hands and letting him see her breasts, he dismissed them as though nothing more than idle fancy.
He took off his tie and threw it on the bed, settling himself into an easy chair and loosening his shirt collar-ready to savor every moment of the girls' delicious fashion parade.
Jacqueline imitated Mona's arrangement of her panties, carefully pulling the flimsy material into a taut and rucked-up strip of silk over the woman's crotch. Mona posed for her husband, placing her feet firmly astride and letting her hips sway in a tantalizing undulation. Her soft inviting pubic mound was almost visible-the now cord-like pants merely drawing attention to the thick lips on either side of her vaginal slit.
"Much better!" Caine commented, his mouth dry from excitement. "What about your bottom, though? Shouldn't they be pushed up in back as well?"
Mona put her finger to her lips in mock-reprimand. "Of course they should!" she exclaimed. "How stupid of me! Jacqueline, darling-would you mind ...?"
She turned slowly around to present them with her back view. Jacqueline began to tug the black, glossy briefs firmly up into the crease-but Mona stopped her.
"Here, let me make it easier for you to judge the appearance," she said. And deliberately bent down, practically touching her toes. The ripe spheres of her full, firm buttocks tensed sensuously at Caine and Jacqueline, ample white globes that were already overflowing their scanty briefs.
Caine could hear Jacqueline's heavy breathing as she took the hem between her fingers and drew it slowly away from Mona's cheeks and pushed it securely between the division of the woman's buttocks.
When the girl straightened and moved away, Mona remained in her bent-over position. The thin line of her silken panties was now all but hidden by the lips of her vagina. They stuck with a breathtaking obviousness over the taut material-the whole of Mona's vagina and rear completely visible to the watching man and the girl.
Mona wriggled her buttocks from side to side, showing off her sex to them without the slightest hint of embarrassment. Caine finally got up from the chair and walked the few paces that brought him close to his bending wife.
He put his hand on the back of her thigh, slowly bringing it upwards in a caressing movement until his fingers roved over the warm surface between her legs. They fondled leisurely at the soft cheek, then drew it carefully aside, displaying Mona's almost naked cunt more fully.
Caine let out a soft, whistling sigh. "I don't think I've ever seen you looking more provocative, darling."
He kept his hand on her buttocks, making the bare cheek wobble gently under the pressure of his fingers. Mona stayed in her slave-like position, arms hanging limply towards the floor. Her husband passed his other hand beneath her and idly fondled one of her breasts.
The hard-nippled orb rested sweetly under his loosely caressing fingers and the man began to swing it slowly from side to side-feeling the heavy globe of white flesh move pendulously in whichever position he commanded ...
Huskily, her voice unable to conceal her naked sexual longing, Mona murmured: "Should I admit something to you, darling? About Jackie and myself?"
He tensed and a pulsing excitement raced through his body. It was as if he had passed his finger quickly over a live wire; the shock was not so much an electrical jolt as a sharp stab of fear or pleasure. Part pleasure, part nervous tension.
Caine tried to keep his voice calm and casual. "Yes, tell me, Mona. What about Jacqueline and you? What have you been up to?" He continued to rub her buttocks and caress her breast.
"You promise not to be angry?" She felt so incredibly soft and feminine ...
"How can I tell? I don't know yet what you've done, do I?" Her nipple was so hard, so terribly hot ...
"We weren't just trying on panties and stockings, Caine. We went further than that."
"Yes?"
"We touched each other; felt each other ... the way you're feeling me now!"
"I see ..." What would it be like to watch the two of them fondling and caressing? Holding each other in the most lascivious embraces he could devise?
"You're not angry? You won't be too cross with me, darling?"
"No, I won't be cross ... " He could scarcely force the words out, his mouth felt so dry.
"I promise not to do it again, Caine." She was so meek, so maddenly coy! Her fine, supple legs, feet well astride, stockings sticking so tightly to her thighs ... how could he be angry with her?
Caine realized suddenly that Jacqueline was only a few feet away. The girl had melted into the background during their exchange and was standing near the bed, her fingers interlaced across her displaced panties.
In a voice that he could still not quite recognize as his, Caine said: "Come here and show me what you did, Jacqueline. Let me see how you touched each other-I promise not to be angry with you-with either of you!"
He gave his wife's nipple a final tweak, then released it. Her breast shook in a shivery, wobbling movement and Caine moved away.
Mona straightened herself, breathing heavily. As she faced them, she tugged her panties up-seeming to be unaware that this extra leverage had caused them to slip away from her cunt; leaving the jeweled lips totally uncovered. The scant panties were gathered up at the sides of the woman's crotch, serving no useful purpose whatsoever.
She held out her arms to Jacqueline. "We'd better do what he says, darling," she whispered. "If we don't, my husband will be terribly angry with us!"
Jacqueline moved hesitantly into Mona's embrace, her pretty, youthful face flushed, her body visibly trembling.
Caine sat in the chair again, crossing his legs so that the quickening erection of his throbbing penis wouldn't be quite so obvious. Mona planned all this! he thought. She deliberately engineered the whole thing! But explanations would have to wait. He knew that it was simply impossible for him to act like an outraged husband. She had aroused him far too intensely and he would have to see it through.
For the moment, he could think of nothing but the sight of his sweet, demure wife and Jacqueline drawn into a warm and intimate embrace, their exciting near-naked bodies pressing together as their arms went about each other's waists.
His eyes felt heavy, his pulse began to race ... they were actually kissing! Their lips had met in a lewd, lesbian mingling-pushing harder and harder together until he could see their tongues meeting in a wanton, perverse tasting!!!!
Every part of their bodies were touching! Mona's large, ripe breasts joined with Jacqueline's more youthful, smaller ones-and rubbed with growing passion against the exciting young girl's hard, erectile nipples. Their hips writhed lustfully, pubic mounds pressed together, silk-clad thighs made a steady, static rustling as they began to move in a rhythmical swaying dance ... with their feet motionless on the floor.
Caine saw clearly enough that they were deliberately putting on a "performance" for his benefit. They had themselves under control, carefully slowing down their love-play so that he could savor every caress, every movement of their sensuously writhing bodies.
But, far from detracting from his pleasure, this deliberation excited him even more. He watched intently as Mona's hands stole down Jacqueline's back, feeling beneath the girl's panties and moving around the upper slopes of her swaying buttocks.
This movement of her hands caused the waistband of Jacqueline's panties to ride down a little, revealing the tiny, puckered anus between the ivory cheeks in all its naked splendor. Mona dipped her knees slightly-Jacqueline's mouth bearing down on hers-so that she was able to pull the bikini pants down over her gorgeously shaped buttocks and show her husband the young girl's behind in all its true natural nudity.
To encourage his admiration she caressed the soft, fleshy globes for him; running the fingers of both hands slowly and tenderly down the fleshy slopes-lifting the cheeks and holding them apart for a brief, tantalizing look at her vaginal opening, then pressing them tightly together again.
She did this again, seeming to derive as much enjoyment from her manipulation of Jacqueline's behind as Caine. Again and again she forcibly pried open the girl's secret treasure, offering its deep, hidden orifices for Caine's inspection.
Then, the girl's moving with an almost balletic grace, they turned slowly around until it was Mona's backside that confronted Caine.
She was receiving the same treatment from Jacqueline's hands-or rather, a similar treatment, since the girl was giving Mona an even more intimate caress. Her ringers had also worked the woman's panties down off her buttocks, but instead of contenting themselves with a loving massage of the cheeks, Jacqueline was rubbing them in a slow teasing motion, fondling up and down inside the crease itself!
Mona's body was still bent at the knees and from his enviable vantage point Caine could see with absolute clarity the tiny orifice of his wife's anus as it was continuously stroked by Jacqueline's long, slender fingers.
He breathed more heavily than ever, forced now to uncross his legs and rest his hand on the angrily swelling rod of his penis to ease its sudden pulsing hunger.
Mona and Jacqueline were still kissing; so far their lips had not broken away and showed no signs of parting. Their faces were working passionately, mouths thrust urgently together and Caine could see their tongues busily exploring, slipping alternately into each other's mouth and kissing wetly with complete disregard for his presence in the room.
When they at last brought their lips away the tense atmosphere was broken by the sound of their deep gasping for air. Their chins rested on one another's shoulders, their eyes closed tightly. Mona, after a moment's pause to catch her breath, began to run her wet lips over the soft cream-like skin of Jacqueline's upper arm-sliding her mouth along the girl's shoulder and bending her head so as to reach its smooth silken slenderness.
Her long black hair fell softly across both their breasts, concealing their sensuous contact from Caine's vision. But only for a few seconds.
Jacqueline released Mona's buttocks, freeing one hand so that it could slide up between their bodies and brush the thick tresses away. Her fingers closed over the very tip of Mona's breast-the one nearest to Caine-and his penis gave another spasmodic jerk as the girl began to gently manipulate his wife's nipple ...
Not satisfied with merely teasing it into greater hardness, Jacqueline steered it carefully until it rubbed a rousingly against her own nipple, then she took both between her forefinger and thumb and rolled them enticingly together.
Mona sucked for several minutes at Jacqueline's arm, then removed her mouth and stared lustfully at the red welt she had raised on the girl's golden skin. She turned her eyes slowly until they met her husband's.
"She's beautiful, isn't she, darling?" Mona whispered. "Her skin tastes so sweet, so very sweet! Shall I take her to the bed and show you what we did to each other this afternoon? Shall I?"
Caine nodded quickly, his cock now so rigid within the confines of his trousers that he was forced to stand up and unzip them. Neither girl paid any attention to him as they moved, arms tightly about each other's waists, to the bed. He took them off completely, then slid his underpants down-feeling enormous relief as his penis at last snapped free of the restricting enclosure.
The curtains at the windows were already drawn and as the room darkened with the approach of twilight, Mona reached out and switched a lamp on. Its flowery pink shade filtered the light into a gentle, opaque glow that bathed the girl's bodies in a becoming, rather mysterious shade of pale crimson.
Caine stripped off his shirt. He felt his body shiver, knowing that the tremor was due to acute sexual excitement rather than the slight chill in the room. He moved to the foot of the bed and sat down, facing toward the girls-who were already locked in another embrace, lying sideways to face each other and once more straining their soft bodies together ...
Mona stroked her hand down Jacqueline's hip and firmly, insistently pushed the girl's thighs open. She made Jacqueline lie with her legs splayed--quickly tugging the flimsy, pathetically inadequate panties all the way down over her stockings; leaning forward for a moment to drag them over her ankles, then resuming her position next to Jacqueline's slightly squirming body.
Her right hand again alighted on the girl's outspread thigh, caressing with her parted fingers the satin-smooth inside of Jacqueline's leg. She gave the girl a tender, sweetly extended massage-occasionally permitting her hand to stray further upwards and brush tantalizingly against the curled mound of sparse, blonde pubic hair nestling between her thighs.
Jacqueline would shyly attempt to squeeze her thighs together to ward off the dangerously intrusive fingers and each time, Mona would patiently push them apart again-giving the girl a soft kiss on her mouth and reassuring her with her eyes that she had nothing to fear.
Finally after many preliminary probings, Mona allowed her fingers to finally descend down on the soft, innocent lips and tickle them open.
She slipped her fingertips gently into Jacqueline's open vagina and brushed them gently along the moist mouth, playing the girl as if she were a delicate instrument. The first joint of each finger curled over, working just inside the warm, moist opening and very slowly insinuating the inner lips apart.
While Mona toyed in this manner with her cunt, Jacqueline placed her own hands on the older woman's buttocks. The girl kneaded the rounded cheeks more brutally this time-pinching large, soft folds of flesh between her fingers, then slowly letting them escape: gradually covering Mona's buttocks with angry-looking red marks.
Soon, however, she was sufficiently aroused by Mona's growing liberties with her cunt to venture a slim finger between the woman's thighs.
Jacqueline lifted Mona's leg and traced her way across the very center of the exposed cunt. Mona lowered the outstretched limb across Jacqueline's hips, giving the Swedish girl every encouragement.
Caine, now holding his inflamed penis tightly in his hand, saw Jacqueline's finger sink wetly into his wife's hungry, inflamed opening. It pushed succulently between the soft, fleshy lips of her cunt and disappeared from sight-buried completely within the moist, pulsing channel.
She started to thrust it slowly in and out, using her remaining fingers to tickle wantonly at the hot, moist length of Mona's desperately throbbing vaginal slit.
They kissed again-and Caine knew that this time they had genuinely forgotten that what they were doing to each other was being witnessed by a third party. Their passion was mounting visibly, their lust growing wild and anxious for release. Mona's free hand groped desperately for Jacqueline's breast ... found and squeezed the precious mound of flesh in agitated, furious fondling.
Moaning deliriously, she grasped Mona's breast with a similar fury. Then, as if a starting pistol had been fired, the girls began a simultaneous fucking motion with their hips-driving their loins wildly harder and harder strokes onto the fingers that were penetrating their cunts.
"Oh God, oh my darling!" Mona gasped Suddenly. "I'm starting to cum! I can't stop myself, darling ... I can't!"
Jacqueline's fingers sped faster, pushing and thrusting into Mona's quivering vagina. She threw her head back, her mouth opening in a helpless, despairing cry:
"Oh, so am I, darling! Oh, Mona, hurt me! Hurt me, my darling! Feel me cumming! ... Feel me cumming! ... Aaaaghhh!"
Caine, a silent spectator to their sport, worked his fingers tightly up and down his aching penis. His wife and Jacqueline suddenly stopped their threshing and remained for perhaps thirty seconds with only their thighs quivering in a visible motion of passion
Making a tremendous effort, he was barely able to hold himself back, to avoid cumming immediately as he watched the breathless orgasm of his wife and their young guest. He wanted to be in a completely excited state when his turn came-and Caine knew that as soon as they recovered their breath he was going to push his body between the two girls and fuck them until they begged him for mercy ... and even then he vowed he would show them none ...