Anonymous: Danielle and Uncle Armand

Before I had time to utter the least protest, she asked me to be silent.

“Your room is next to your parents'. They might hear us. Imagine the scandal.”

The slut! She knew very well that under the circumstances, I couldn't throw her out. The noise of our fighting would have alerted my father and mother. And it was easy to imagine the outcome.

“No,” she said, “we have no interest in awakening the household.”

As soon as she had uttered these words, a crafty smile puckered the corners of her lips and Jackie gradually tucked up the hem of her robe, slowly revealing her white, round knees, then the firmness of her thighs, at whose peak was the vaporous triangle of her panties.

I immediately felt my cock standing up. As for my eyes, again full of desire, they never left those panties.

She was already wet. Her cunt was flowing with juices. That same juice that I had tasted that very afternoon.

Suddenly the young woman parted the panties.

“Look darling,” she murmured, “look… I'm going to rub myself…”

With her skillful finger, she began to titillate her clitoris. Then she stuck her thumb into her cunt. Squeezing her lips together, to stifle her moans, she began to ram herself.

I saw her finger entering her pussy and coming out all white with foam, only to plunge in again frantically.

Jackie was shaking with convulsive trembling.

She bent her legs and began to vacillate her lower body. She seemed on the verge of rolling onto the ground.

I watched her, panting. My balls were swollen. My prick was stiff. Soon I was in such a state that I couldn't stop myself from sliding my hand under the covers.

Foraging in the fly of my pajamas, my fingers closed over my rod. And I started to masturbate.

I had no more shame left, no more disgust. I was thinking only of satisfying the demands that Jackie had just given birth to in me.

I had such a wild desire to fuck that hole that was drowning me with its swollen lips and its juice that didn't stop coming.

At any moment I was ready to jump on the slut, to make her lie on the ground, to plant my rod in her mad cunt.

Only an ultimate burst of pride held me back.

Fortunately, my sister-in-law shared my impatience. Suddenly moving toward the bed, she threw back the covers. Then she knelt over me and the tips of her breasts seemed to try to pierce me.

Her hips agitated by a frantic movement, she rubbed the swollen glans with her humid mound before swallowing it in a single blow of her savage buttocks deep inside her cunt.

Trembling, she buried the glorious sword in her dark pit. She moved on my tool with such passion that the bursts of sperm soon inundated her. But nothing seemed to be able to assuage her senses. Still on top of me, she continued to move her ass rhythmically.

Every part of me hurt and I was panting, but I painfully tried to follow the rhythm she imposed on me.

Jackie was untiring. Again I felt my cock growing inside that oily cunt. That cunt in which I soon ejaculated new bursts of come.

I was alone again, stretched out on the bed, my balls empty, my cock soft. Jackie had gone back to her conjugal bed completely satisfied.

Once again it had been impossible for me to resist her.

Then I understood that a normally constituted man is ready for every sin for a whore's cunt. I also understood that this weakness of the male could lead to the vilest acts. I instinctively guessed that in order to escape this slavery, one would have to guide one's own partners toward the horizons of eroticism.

Vice alone can save man from this emotional and physical dependence to which so many women want to reduce him.

The very next day, I decided no longer to submit to Jackie's demands but to provoke them instead.

It was I who went into her room when she had just put her dress on.

“I'm sorry,” I said, “but you were in too much of a hurry. You'll have to undress.”

“Why?” she asked, a little surprised by my determined attitude.

“Why? Quite simply, I want to fuck you.”

She stared at me, visibly stunned. She wasn't accustomed to me taking the initiative. Thus far, she had been the one to direct the proceedings.

“I would have been delighted to make love with you,” she said finally. “But I don't have time. I have an appointment at the hairdresser's.”

“Your hairdresser can wait… my cock is incapable!”

I threw myself on her immediately.

It was a bitter struggle during which Jackie tried to defend herself like a tigress. She clawed and bit. Her resistance, more or less feigned, only increased my fury.

It was a ferocious battle interrupted by cries, insults, and threats.

“No,” shouted Jackie, “no… I don't want to!”

But since we were alone in the house, I didn't worry about her cries.

“No… no one has ever raped me!”

We had just rolled onto the bed, that same bed where Jackie had been fucked so many times by my brother.

“No… stop…!”

But, having succeeded in imprisoning her wrists in one of my hands, I undid her dress with the other.

I didn't have any trouble extracting a firm breast and riveting it solidly to my mouth. I bit into it so ferociously that I had the taste of blood in my mouth.

Jackie treated me like a brute, an assassin, a sadist, and a rapist. She moaned with pain. She bled. She begged.

“Do you want my cock?” I asked again.

“No… not now…”

I dug my teeth even more savagely into her breast, which was already bearing the stigmas of my cruelty. This time, my sister-in-law let out the moan of a wounded animal.

“Oh! This is terrible! Oh, no, I can't stand anymore…”

Carried away by primitive instincts, I would have tortured her until that fruit wound up cracking between my jaws.

Jackie guessed this. So, all in tears, she opened her thighs and offered me access to her pussy.

“Ah,” she screamed, “oh, you bastard!.. you're going to kill me. Oh!.. you're going to destroy my cunt…”

It wasn't just her cunt that I was planning to ruin.

Withdrawing my tool from her pussy, I told her to kneel on the edge of the bed. My sister-in-law looked at me with a beam of fright in her eyes.

“But what do you want?” she babbled.

“What do I want?”

I let out a laugh that must not have reassured her because her anguish became almost terror.

“I want to plant my prick in your whore's hole!”

“Oh no!”

It was almost a supplication.

“No… I don't want it to hurt…”

“You told me that your uncle initiated you.”

“That only happened once… since then I haven't done it… So, it's just as if I never did.”

“Very well, this is the time to start again. If you don't obey, I'll bite your tit again.”

Grabbing her tit, I got ready to plant my teeth into that fleshy globe.

“Oh, no!” cried the young woman, “have pity…”

And, suddenly becoming docile, she did as I ordered.

Sliding behind her, I pushed her skirt up over her hips. Then I parted her buttocks. Pointing my rod at her anus, I managed to maneuver myself so that the glans penetrated the narrow orifice.

“Owww!” moaned Jackie, “oh… it hurts… no… stop… have pity.”

Pity for that slut? Never!

Clinging to her hips, I threw myself forward with all my might.

And my cock penetrated deep into her intestines.

Jackie was screaming, and this pain caused me an equivocal pleasure. I felt an intense satisfaction of vengeance and an almost sadistic joy.

I was buggering her!

“Here you are, whore… here's a ram for your asshole… Wait! here it is again…!”

I didn't spare her any pain and yet her ass seemed to adapt itself to the dimensions of my prick.