There was immediately a light of lust in Jackie's eyes. Kneeling in front of Armand, she lovingly touched the big tool. She brought her lips up to that proud prick she was impatient to suck.
However, with a slight hesitation, she turned toward me and asked:
“Can I eat him? You won't be angry?”
Angry? I didn't feel the slightest tinge of jealousy. Seeing her kneeling in front of her uncle excited me. My senses were particularly receptive to the sight.
She was dying to suck Armand's cock. She was waiting for me to give her permission. I did.
She immediately swallowed the entire length of his rod.
And while she rubbed him with her hand, she greedily sucked his prick.
As usual, she showed an ever-increasing passion.
Armand's face was all congested. His breathing became more and more rapid. At times, a sort of grunt formed in his throat.
However, Jackie didn't succeed in the goal she had set for herself. She didn't know, like Mireille, how to suck with the demonic persuasion so few men are able to resist. She only obtained a positive result after a laborious struggle.
Her uncle didn't give her time to reach this conclusion. Pulling his cock from her mouth, he asked her to stand up again. When she had done so, he ordered:
“Masturbate.”
Jackie looked at him, a little surprised. Then she turned her head in my direction as if she expected me to help her in some way.
“Well,” I said, “didn't you hear what Armand said?”
“Yes,” she said dully, “I heard him.”
“Then, obey!”
She obeyed.
With one skillful finger, she began to titillate her clitoris.
“Do you like doing that?” her uncle asked.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned.
“Do you do it often?”
“During the first months of my marriage I did… while my husband was sleeping.”
She pushed her thumb into her cunt and began to ram it in and out while she uttered little wild cries.
“Aaa!.. that's good… oh, that feels good… oh, if you knew…”
“Go on,” said Armand.
“Yes… it's as if I were fucking myself… oh…!”
She was shaking nervously.
“Oh… I'm so happy…”
She trembled.
“Ah…!”
Suddenly, incapable of maintaining her equilibrium, the young woman collapsed.
Still sitting in his armchair, Armand grabbed the young woman under the calves and drew her to him until her cunt was near his mouth. Then he started to suck her clitoris and push his tongue into the depths of her cunt.
“Darling,” screamed Jackie. “Oh, that's good…”
But these shrieks of joy were suddenly stifled. I had knelt over her face and had just introduced my cock down her throat.
“Silence, my pet,” I told her.
My sister-in-law was forced to observe the most total muteness.
“And the child seems to like this,” shouted Armand. “But her cunt must be jealous. I'll take care of that.”
Slipping down from the armchair, he knelt between his niece's legs. He lifted her buttocks and his cock plunged into that cunt I had fucked so many times.
This time, Jackie let out a wild cry. Then she began to suck me again with the same passion.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I didn't take my eyes from the tool entering her with strange little noises. Smack! Smack! as the cock pushed its way into that gluey abyss.
Suddenly Armand's features seemed to harden. His respiration began to roar in his chest like a bellows. And his cock was agitating with the speed of a piston. Jackie started to suck me with even more rage, no doubt desiring that her cunt and throat be filled simultaneously. But I had no desire to give in to that voracious mouth. And my sister-in-law didn't succeed in extracting a single drop of juice from my balls when Armand came.
For a brief instant he continued to fuck her. But his movements became less violent. Finally, he withdrew his cock and I could see the sperm dripping out.
Armand sat down in the chair again, casting sad glances at his poor diminished penis. Jackie knelt in front of him. Leaning her bust forward and holding out her ass, she began to lick the soft balls encrusted with come.
I knelt behind her, with my rod sticking out like an iron lance. I separated her asshole with impatient fingers and pushed my tool all the way in with a single blow of my savage hips.
“Oh…” shrieked Jackie. “Oh, you brute… you're hurting me…”
Clinging to her hips, I fucked her with all my strength.
“Oh… animal… oh…!”
This spectacle pulled Armand out of his torpor. His cock regained its honorable dimensions.
“Instead of whining,” he said to Jackie, “eat me!”
And he pushed his mandrel down her gullet.
Sucking on that magical prick must have decreased the pain I was giving her, because soon she started shaking her buttocks as if she wanted my sword to pierce her deeper and more furiously.
“Oh, the slut!” exclaimed Armand. “She excites me so much when she shakes her ass like that. I would like to fuck her, too…”
I didn't have any reason not to allow him to satisfy this desire. Hadn't he won the game of craps?
Withdrawing my cock from her little hole, I invited him to take my place. But Armand wasn't an egoist, so he didn't want me to be forced to take the passive role of voyeur.
He went over and stretched out on a couch with deep cushions. He asked his niece to kneel over his gloriously erect cock. An instant later, Jackie impaled herself.
With an explicit and obscene gesture, her uncle told me to enter the game. I immediately slid behind Jackie.
I placed my hands over her buttocks and my cock took the place it had occupied an instant earlier.
We all began to move together. It was too much for Jackie who began to scream like a wounded animal.
She must have had the impression that the two cocks that were fucking her were perforating her flesh, becoming one in the same gigantic prick by which she was being reached everywhere.
Oh, what atrocious joy…
Armand's joy-stick was foraging in her cunt. My ram was digging out her little hole.
She cried with pleasure. She screamed with pain. She begged for pity.
Finally our pricks exploded simultaneously like grenades in her cunt and anus. The bursts of sperm spread out inside her entire belly. And the young woman fell on her uncle with a long, agonizing cry.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Her cry was suddenly brought back to life again by the entrance of Mireille into the room.
There we were, stretched out on the couch, legs all about… panting… our bodies sweating… literally drowning in pleasure. This was the moment the young woman chose to make her entrance.
No doubt, Armand had invited her to join us with the intention of spicing up our pleasures.
Mireille looked at us with a slightly amused expression. She must have realized that it was high time she pulled us out of our lethargy. Without uttering a single word, she pulled up her skirt and exposed her golden thighs. Then, doing an about-face, she offered the vision of her beautiful ass.
Having abandoned her two tired heroes on the field of battle, my sister-in-law slowly approached Mireille. She must have felt the lesbian instincts of her adolescence being born again, that adolescence which Margie and Armand had stamped with their definitive imprint.
Having removed her dress, the newcomer removed her stockings very slowly, rolling them down her nervous legs. Finally she took off her bra and panties and threw them across the room.
Her eyes glowing, Jackie couldn't stop herself from putting her arms around that proud body which was the incarnation of primitive beauty and animal purity.
The girl's flesh was crushed against her trembling breasts, She began to moan as soon as a skillful hand started caressing the satin smoothness of her thighs and playing with her humid mound.