This moan grew stronger and became almost an uninterrupted cry when a finger took possession of the depths of her cunt.
In turn, my sister-in-law wanted to forage her companion's pussy. But the young woman escaped this caress and knelt at her feet. Her voracious mouth immediately became lost in the dark folds of Jackie's belly, biting the hairs which covered her mound, then reaching her partner at the very source of her need.
“Darling,” cried Jackie. “Oh, darling…” Mireille licked her.
“Oh… you suck me so well…”
Mireille avidly drank the wetness and what remained of the sperm Armand had ejaculated.
“Oh…”
Jackie abandoned herself wildly to the lips which were drinking her juices. Those fleshy lips were sucking her like a cock…
Her screams and the spectacle that those two witches were offering finally incited Armand and me to intervene.
Approaching Mireille, who was still kneeling in front of her companion, Armand put his legs around her hips. He held his cock in his hand and guided it toward the consenting ass.
The young woman didn't let out the slightest cry. She was obviously accustomed to this kind of pleasure. She began to move her buttocks wildly, which didn't prevent her from continuing to gobble the contents of Jackie's cunt.
I was standing behind Jackie. I put my arm around her waist and forced her to lean slightly forward. I pushed my thumb into her asshole. Then I began to move it back and forth quickly with the intention of opening a way large enough for my cock. In our position it would have been quite difficult.
I aimed my prick and, seizing the tip between my fingers, I made it slowly penetrate her. Finally I crushed myself against her buttocks. I was using my cock like a knife but, following Mireille's example, my sister-in-law didn't let out the tiniest cry.
From Armand, who was sodomizing his partner, to me, it was one marvelous transfusion of pleasure. My uncle was giving Mireille pleasure with the great blows of his cock. The young woman in turn was drinking Jackie with great gusto, and it seemed as if I could feel this pleasure in the ass I was ramming…
Suddenly I heard Armand say that the next day he was going to have one of those intimate receptions in our honor that he had told me so much about. As I was fucking Jackie I let my mind wander in a long erotic dream…
In the darkness of the room, one was sucking, one was licking, one was masturbating, one was fucking…
Here, kneeling on the floor with her ass sticking out of her dress, a woman was offering herself to an ancient passion which is no less disapproved of by moral laws today than it was in the times of the classical poets.
She was moving her buttocks while a vigorous cock was pushing its way into her narrow orifice.
She agitated her ass just as her partner must have been coming inside her. I could see some of the come dripping out and flowing down his cock…
In another place, an amazon was astride her partner. The dagger that was planted in her cunt seemed to have become the axis of her body. She was shaking furiously, assimilating that cock farther and farther and impaling herself wildly.
Clinging to her companion's shoulders, she lifted her buttocks, lowered them, lifted them again to an ever-increasing rhythm…
Stretched out naked on an animal rug, Jackie was being fucked by a beast who was attacking her with the wildness of a stallion. He had to take his pleasure and abandon her without pity as his body was plagued by unassuaged desires.
But other men immediately threw themselves on her.
Again, firm hands outlined all the parts of her panting body. Again, magnificent halberds were planted in her cunt.
My sister-in-law even had to submit to the simultaneous assault of two wildmen.
One of them, kneeling between her thighs, was valiantly fucking her, while the other, kneeling above her face, was giving her an offering of his prick…
There were going to be still other cocks in her cunt, in her mouth, and even in her ass…
Each of these cocks would take the essence of pleasure from her body. Her face, her breasts, her abdomen, her thighs, her buttocks, her cunt, and her ass would be dripping with sperm…
Encrusted with come from head to foot was the way I imagined Jackie. If a year earlier she had been initiated into the delicate pleasures of love, she now would know games much more degrading, games in which an ever-increasing number of partners would participate.
With my complicity, Uncle Armand was going to draw her inexorably into the underworld of vice.
The lucky whore.
PART THREE
CHAPTER ONE
On a beautiful spring day, two young people were walking up a winding path which led into the mountains. The countryside was splendid. On all sides the fields, filled with multicolored flowers, vibrated under the hot sun.
The afternoon was beautiful under the sparkling sky. They could hear the sounds of millions of little creatures in the warm grass. At times a bird would let out a little cry then fly into a tree where his famished offspring waited.
The young girl, Danielle, with her sixteen years was the living incarnation of the celebration of nature. Her nostrils trembled in the light wind which brought them the exhalations of thousands of odorous flowers.
She moved with a sure step alongside her companion who did not speak but who often glanced at her secretly. The naive grace of a child too quickly developed contrasted with the solid musculature of the boy of twenty-one with whom she loved to take walks.
The young girl was a remarkable beauty. Her fine waist made her hips stand out as though they were ready to bear the world. Her chest rose rhythmically with each inhalation. Her breasts stood out with perfect firmness.
Her body was visible with each step she took, through her little summer dress with the bright colored material. Her ass was deliciously outlined. Her red lips called not for the simple light kiss of a timid young man but the brutal pressure of turgid flesh which would impregnate her with its amorous substance.
Danielle came from parents who had spent their entire lives acquiring a little farm surrounded by fallow land. She had been brought up under the most rigid and absurd principles.
A first-hand education had inculcated such extreme religious convictions in her that, feeling remorse for the least little sin, she confessed to a priest who served the community.
Her parents, themselves simple farmers, thinking only of the arduous work of reaping the food necessary to their survival, had been brought up in the hypocrisy of a dying society. So what else could they teach their daughter if not the rigidity of conventional morals! But nature, the universal womb, the wonderful crucible in which the forms of humanity are chiseled by the Great Sculptor, cannot be fooled!
They were still climbing up the path and the countryside was already changing. Phillip was devouring his desirable companion with his eyes. For a long time his virility had been suffering from not possessing that body which would never have willingly been given to him. But this day he had sworn to himself that come what may, she would belong to him, no matter what or how painful the consequences.
They had reached the foot of a rocky mountain now. A complete silence had preceded them. There wasn't a living creature in sight. The spot was perfect for the fulfillment of his nefarious plans.
Tired out from the walk, they rested in the shade of an old dwarfed tree which scarcely covered the place dried up by the solar rays.
“Danielle, look at the mountain! Isn't it as though she wanted to crush us with her imposing mass! We were so right to profit from this splendid day!”