She managed to catch herself just in time. A jolt of shame shook her. She should go inside! What was she doing participating this way in her friend's debauchery?

Looking closely at the site where Eileen's black curly pussy-hair melded with the teen's belly, Jean noted that there were only a few stray strands of blond hair around the base of the teen's cock. This fascinating observation took her mind off the morality of what was going on. It brought a new throb to her cunt. It took her hand back to her stiff little clitoral bud.

For a moment, Jean knew exactly what Eileen was doing there. She knew what it must be like to be with someone who was so trusting, so faithful, so free from deceit and selfish arrogance. Todd had been that way once. He had told her again and again that there would never be anyone but her.

But Todd was a man now. He took from his woman what he wanted of her and went on to the next. He didn't look at his lover with awed gratitude, the way the teen was doing to Eileen.

A man took what he expected from a woman.

Her thoughts about what was happening fell quick prey to the compelling realities of the situation. The moans of the illicit lovers grew more abandoned. Eileen was no longer warning the teen to be quiet. She was making as much noise as he was. There was no doubt that she was lost in her own private dream world, where nothing mattered but the moment's consuming sensuality.

Faster and faster, Jean's finger swirled round and round the tip of her blood-engorged clitoris. The little membrane was vibrating with the thrill of a shared depravity. She was milking her own excitement from the abandoned coupling of woman and young man… without their permission, without their knowledge. Her cunt ached in loneliness as she hungrily watched the fiery passion that leapt from her friend to her teen lover and back again. Jean felt an overwhelming desire to be part of that electricity, but she didn't dare yield to its force.