Margie had just appeared in the doorway. She hadn't even bothered to do up her skirt. Jackie could even see the thick fawn-colored fur which was abounding at the fork of her thighs.

“Come in,” Armand told her. “Initiating a young girl is always a delicate mission. Your help would certainly be appreciated.”

Already ready for anything, Jackie let her friend undress her. She didn't even rebel when, sliding between her waist and the elastic of her panties, skillful fingers pushed the fragile material down.

Now she was nothing but a need, a body in a trance, and she didn't try to hide the blonde fur that shaded her pubis behind the screen of her hands.

Trembling with impatience, she even went so far as to stretch across the bed, arms crossed, legs apart.

Armand approached, apparently fascinated by this body with the graceful shape of a girl-flower.

Soon his eyes became riveted on two little breasts, which he could have held completely in the palms of his hands.

Now he seemed incapable of turning his eyes away from the little clitoris, of which the half-opened cunt allowed a little peek, and which was like the tip of a tongue pointing greedily between two fleshy lips.

Margie immediately pulled him away from his contemplation.

She had plunged a hand into his opened fly.

“But you've already made it,” she exclaimed. “And you intended to plunge your cock into this child's pussy without taking the slightest precaution? What impudence!”

Not wanting this deflowering to have sorry consequences for Jackie, she knelt at her companion's feet and began to lick the glans that was still all sticky with sperm.