Margie was participating actively in these games and knelt over her girl friend's face. Jackie could see the other girl's mound, abundantly garnished with its incendiary fur, and the gaping depths of a gluttonous cunt ready to devour everything like a carnivorous plant.

That cunt she loved to devour so much.

She caressed the clitoris. Breathing the bitter exhalation of the wonderful vaginal juice, she stuck her tongue into that adored cunt.

“Darling,” cooed her companion. “Oh, darling… yes… I love you… how I love you… your tongue is delicious… I feel it inside me…”

While she let herself be sucked, Margie, her face at the height of her friend's cunt, separated the little lips that were still all congested. Then, seizing Armand's cock, she guided it to the inside of the cunt.

With violent blows, the libertine uncle began to ram the consenting pussy.

During this time, Margie was titillating Jackie's clitoris with her finger. Jackie continued to lick her friend's box with her greedy tongue.

These variations, these positions, this multiplicity of approaches infinitely augmented their delights.

Suddenly, they were all overcome with pleasure. And, for their feverish brains, their oversensitive nerves, their exhausted bodies, it was a total release.

Jackie would have liked Armand and his friend never to cease guiding her toward all the horizons of vice. How she would have followed them!

She would have liked to successively caress a proud cock, masturbate a tender cunt, suck a furiously erect prick, and lick a drooling pussy. She would have liked to soak in come for hours.

Alas! Margie was soon forced to go to the bedside of a seriously ill aunt. Jackie bitterly regretting having to leave her girl friend. Fortunately, Armand was there to console her. Almost every evening he joined her in her room. And he continued her education that had begun so well.