Anonymous: Danielle and Uncle Armand

“Come on,” whispered Jackie.

I advanced with the step of a robot. As soon as I had stopped, my sister-in-law asked me to kneel in front of her. All will anesthetized, I did as she asked.

Imprisoning my hand in hers, she placed it on her pussy.

“Caress me,” she said.

I had already kissed girls. I had already felt the contents of a bra. I had already rubbed a firm thigh.

But the virgins with whom I flirted had always prevented my fingers from crossing the ramparts of their panties. Perhaps they had wanted me to insist. But I was still too timid to push their skirts up.

No, I had never touched a single cunt before.

Jackie must have guessed it because she showed me what to do. Separating the lips herself, she made the little clitoris jump out. Then, with the tip of her finger, she began to titillate herself.

'Oh!” she sighed, “oh!.. it's so good… go on… now you…”

My first attempt was crowned with success.

“Darling,” my sister-in-law began to pant. “Oh, darling… yes… like that… you're doing it so well… again… that's good…”

She was delighted with it.

“Oh, yes… slowly… that's marvelous…”

Her eyes closed.

“Tony… put your finger in now… put your finger in my cunt.”

I did as she asked. And, with a determined finger, I began to ram a cunt that was overflowing with juice.

“Ah!” cried Jackie, “ah!.. you're doing it so well… again… deeper… oh! yes… yes… you feel it flowing in me… it's for you… just for you. Harry has never felt it. That cretin doesn't know what he's doing!”

That she had chosen this precise moment to ridicule my brother should have permitted me to reconquer my freedom of choice.

But, my eyes riveted to that pussy and my finger drowning in that whore's cunt, I was incapable of avoiding the logical outcome of my desires.

“Darling!” Jackie suddenly shouted, “darling… suck me…”

She had placed her hands over my cheeks.

I found myself leaning forward with my face buried in between the burning pit of two thighs saturated with moistness. A blonde fur was tickling my nostrils. My mouth was stuck to those thick, wet lips.

I was confused by this position and didn't know what to do. But Jackie was a willing teacher and immediately came to my aid. Again she made her little clitoris burst forth with her skillful fingers.

Then I realized what was expected of me.

I started to lick her with the tip of my tongue. My companion seemed delighted with this initiative.

“Yes, darling… like that… that's delicious… oh!.. oh!.. you're gifted… you've never eaten a girl before, have you?”

I shook my head negatively, without stopping my licking.

“Well, no one can say you're not talented at it… oh!.. I'm going to come…”

I was all bearded with wetness. I liked the strange taste of that drink.

“Oh, darling!.. there it is… I'm coming… oh!.. wait!.. there it is… it's all yours…”

She flowed on and on and I had the impression that her entire body became liquified under the acuity of her pleasure.

“Tony, you've made me so happy…”

I was still kneeling at her feet, my face buried in the living compass of her legs.

“You did that very well… now I need your cock.”

As soon as she had uttered these words, she attacked my pants, opened my fly and took out my prick with her fingers.

“Your cock is very big… it's so hard… you must be so impatient to fuck me… and you're burning… they're so full…”

She weighed my balls with obvious satisfaction.

“You're soon going to empty yourself in me.”

Again she attacked my rod.

She showed such dexterity that I had the feeling my come was going to burst like a geyser. But Jackie guessed the danger which threatened me, because she quickly stopped rubbing me.

She seized me under the arm, inviting me to get up again. But, leaning backward, she tied her legs around my waist and made me roll over her.

“Quick… come in me…”

It was she who introduced my prick inside her with impatient fingers.

“Ah!” she sighed, “you're screwing me!”

I pushed myself into her furiously. And Jackie threw herself toward me with a devilish rage.

“Ah!.. again…”

She dug her nails into my back cruelly.

“Again!”

She pushed me again and drew me back, making my prick come and go in her cunt.

Her sweet sweat was inundating her breasts, between which I had buried my face. My mouth was bathing in that moistness which I swallowed as if I were trying to digest everything her body was giving off and offering me so generously.

“Oh!.. baby…”

Abandoning myself to my frenzy, I rolled over her like a boat. I shook myself inside her as if I wanted to kill myself with my disgust and remorse.

“Oh! you're fucking me!” cried Jackie, “oh!.. I'm yours!”

Yes, she was mine, the slut!

“I'm coming!”

Yes, she came!

“Let yourself go, darling… come on… I want you to discharge… take your pleasure… as if I were a whore…”

Between two moans, she asked:

“I am a whore, aren't I?”

“Yes, you're a slut!”

“I'm a whore!”

“Yes, you're a whore!”

These insults seemed to excite her. She screamed.

Fortunately, we were alone in the house.

“Ah… come… I'm waiting… don't resist any longer…”

Even if she had asked me, I wouldn't have tried to accord her the least mercy. I was nothing but an animal preoccupied solely with pouring all the torrents of lava that were boiling inside my balls into that cunt.

As soon as I had emptied my balls I realized the meaning of the act I had just committed. This slut who was stretched out on the couch with her arms crossed was my sister-in-law. I had just fucked my brother's wife!

Oh! I know, there are those who wouldn't have made such a thing out of it in a similar situation. But at that time I respected the moral precepts I would soon trample underfoot. And then, too, I liked Harry so much.

I was ashamed of having acted in such a repugnant way. I was so ashamed that evening that at dinnertime, when I found myself sitting across from him at the familial table, I didn't know how to act.

I avoided his eyes. I answered his questions in monosyllables.

Jackie, on the contrary, didn't seem in the least bit embarrassed. She even went so far as to ask why I was being so quiet!

I didn't answer, burying my nose in my plate.

“My word,” she said, “he must be dreaming about his little girl friend.”

“Impossible,” exclaimed my brother. “Are you in love, then?”

Naturally, unable to guess the reason for my mood, he continued in an amused tone:

“You look so sad. Has a charming damsel been resisting your advances? Perhaps you've been too timid?”

“Him, timid?”

My father interrupted the conversation:

“But that's a lie!”

Turning toward me, he said, with a laugh:

“I hope you're going to defend the honor of the family and tell us that you are an excellent seducer.”

“I don't doubt it!” Jackie had the effrontery to add.

I squeezed my fists furiously. I wanted to cry out my disgust to that tramp. How I hated her! How I hated myself for not having the courage to resist her.

I swore that in the future I would be able to repulse her advances. But it was impossible for me to keep this oath.

That very evening, when I was already in bed rereading a history composition, Jackie suddenly slipped into my room.

“Since Harry's asleep,” she whispered, “I thought I'd come in here and keep you company.”