My hand had been resting on the crotch of Jenny's trousers for a couple of minutes, and had encountered no objection, so I gripped the zip and gently eased it down. Again, no objection, and my next target was the top button; it was quickly undone, and her trousers were open to my touch. She wore little pink panties, how sweet; I almost expected them to have a little picture on them, one of the Little Misses or something. I redoubled my efforts at her mouth, kissing her with a passion and vigour which took me by surprise, if I'm honest: the depth of my desire for Jenny took me unawares.

I inched my hand inside her trousers and rested it on her panties, feeling the crinkle of her pubic hair through the thin fabric. Pushing downwards, I pressed at the trousers and Jenny lifted her arse off the carpet, allowing them to slide down to her thighs. I lowered my head and kissed down her chest, her breasts and her tummy, to her panties, and planted a few butterfly kisses on them, rolling my hand over her bare thigh, revelling in the smooth, creamy texture, so soft, so elegant. I got to my knees and dragged at her trousers, yanking them downwards and pulling them off, taking with them her socks and shoes, and the sweet, sulky little madam lay before me completely naked. All of a sudden a burst of embarrassment spread through her, and she reddened visibly in her face and neck. I guessed she was conscious of the boys ogling her body, and took preventive action of a particularly pleasant kind by swinging my legs over her and planting my body firmly on top of her, concealing her from the prurient gaze of the boys. I lowered my body onto hers, my breasts flattening against hers, pussy resting lightly on her fuzzy bush. She was delicious, a look of trusting terror on her face, solicitous and anxious, and her body was soft and delicate beneath me, demurely crying out for my attention.

I could happily have lain there like that for hours, just delighting in the touch of her body on mine, but by the same token my lust for her was growing. I kissed hungrily at her face and neck. Grabbing her hands, I gripped them above her head and pressed them to the carpet, availing myself of her defenceless body, stroking my tongue down to her breasts, sucking and licking, rolling her nipple around my tongue, biting it, scratching it, squeezing it. I slid down her body, my hands running down her face and onto her breasts, while I kissed and loved her stomach, sliding downwards, downwards, further and further towards nirvana. My cheek grazed against her pubic hair and I licked down, burying my face in her cute, brown hair, sparse but surprisingly long and wispy. In my position, sitting on her legs, I was preventing her opening herself to me, and I adjusted my seat, sliding between her legs and resting on the carpet. Immediately, she swung her released legs up, raising her knees in the air, and parted them invitingly.

I needed no beseeching and lowered my face to her heavenly pussy, drinking in the delicious aroma and gazing on her beautiful, chaste folds. She was damp, and her lips were puffy and swollen, and her little clit was sticking out, hard and proud. Her skin was so perfect, so smooth, with not a wrinkle, or spot, or blemish. I pressed forward with my tongue and flicked it experimentally against her right lip. She shivered and moaned, and I repeated my act, longer and harder. Up and down the outside of her lips, first one, then the other, I lapped and stroked, repeatedly and affectionately. I planted a kiss directly on top of her, pressing my tongue out, forcing it between her lips, sliding it easily through the damp lubrication of her juices and finding easy entrance to her virgin passage. I wallowed in the precious heat of her excitement, my nose delighting in the perfumed aroma of her arousal. Flicking my tongue to and fro, I began to lap inside her, my tongue stroking against her sensitive skin, eliciting sighs and moans from her. She gripped her hands on my head, pulling at my hair distractedly, pressing my face harder against her. I set up a regular, lapping pattern, flicking my tongue the length of her slit, gradually paying more attention to her clit with each lap.

Finally, I started to concentrate almost exclusively on her clitoris, rolling my tongue around it, pressing directly against it. She offered no objection, and I knew that she could cope with direct stimulation. Pulling it into my mouth, I gripped in gently in my teeth and ran my tongue round and round it, sucking hard all the time. She began to buck underneath me as the sensations built up within her. I envied her. She was about to have her first climax with another person, experience the culmination of her first sexual act. I wanted it to be good for her, wanted to give her something she would remember all her life. Stroking my fingers up and down her slit, sliding first one, then another inside her, I continued to suck on her clit, assaulting it sensuously with my tongue.

Her breathing grew ragged and her hands gripped my hair ever tighter, bunching it in taut, tense handfuls and twisting. I ignored the pain and sucked harder, scratching my nail lightly against her inner lips. She screamed and convulsed beneath me, like she had had an electric shock. Her thighs began to tremble, then shook visibly, and she hooked her heels behind my back, forcing me hard into her. I felt every pulse of her climax, every tremor shivering through her body into mine, and she wailed long and hard as I tongued her frenziedly. Over and over she bucked and cried, sobbed and rocked as the moment fizzed through her body. Gradually, her excitement waned, her climax bubbled over, and she pulled her legs from my back, flopping listlessly onto the carpet, lying limp and droopy like a discarded doll.

"Beautifully done, pet," Clive shouted, clapping his hands. "Cleared the way perfectly for Richard. Go on, Richard, your turn now."