Soon I was out of breath and had to slow down a bit to stop panting. Then my companion took the initiative.
She made her buttocks roll in a more and more unbridled rhythm. As for her anus, it was blessed with the same talents as her cunt.
With little contractions, it swallowed my cock. I didn't move. All I had to do was to let that devil alone and soon my balls had released new spurts of sperm…
When we were about to separate, Mireille declared, with eyes full of gratitude, that she was delighted with the few moments we had spent together.
“I would be happy if all those who play dice with Armand were as nice as you.”
And she couldn't prevent herself from adding with a strange light burning in her eyes:
“The next time you play a game of love-craps, try to win again!”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was Uncle Armand who won the return match.
That evening, when her husband was already asleep and my parents were out with friends, my sister-in-law slid into my room.
“Darling,” she whispered, putting her arms around me, “I wanted to see you so badly!”
She kissed me. She rubbed herself against me. But I didn't budge.
Surprised by this sudden seriousness, she asked:
“What's wrong, Tony… you seem worried. Did something bad happen?”
“It's pretty serious, actually.”
After having feigned a short hesitation, I declared:
“I played a game of dice with your uncle… and unfortunately I lost.”
A smile immediately brightened my sister-in-law's lips.
“Is that all? What difference does it make? Armand will give you credit. Anyway, I have some savings. I'd be happy to help you.”
“It's not a question of money,” I said in a lugubrious tone.
“But then, what were the stakes?”
“You!”
Bewildered, Jackie opened her mouth. No sound came out.
Then, very calmly, I explained what a game of love-craps was.
“And you dared to play him?”
She looked at me reproachfully. At least it looked that way. But there was a kind of curiosity in her eyes. A perverse curiosity.
“No, it isn't possible… you couldn't have thought I would accept and allow myself to be sold to my uncle?”
And, on the point of bursting into tears:
“Darling, you're lying, aren't you? It's only a bad joke?”
Faced with my silence, she began to play the virtuous woman for the first time.
“You were wrong, you know. Until now, I've given in to you… even when you demanded that I make love with Harry. But this time, you've gone too far. I'm not as lax as you think.”
I didn't let her go on. I had had enough of that mockery.
“No more pretense,” I said. “I made a promise. You will keep it. Anyway, a year ago you liked making it with your uncle. So the sacrifice won't be very painful.”
Putting my arm around her waist, I drew her toward me and quickly plunged my hand under her skirt.
“No…”
Jackie tried to struggle.
“No, leave me alone…”
My fingers were already insinuating themselves between the burning vise of her thighs.
“Leave me alone,” my sister-in-law moaned again. But her voice broke.
“No…”
Having pulled down the thin panties, I discovered a pussy all brimming with wetness.
“Have pity on me,” begged the young woman.
She whined… and cooed all at the same time.
“Pity…”
I pushed her toward the bed and threw her down. Then I positioned myself above her.
“You will obey me!”
Having slid my legs between hers, I parted them savagely.
“Tomorrow you will visit Armand. I will accompany you. He prefers that I watch and even that I participate…”
As I uttered these words, I plunged my cock into the abyss of her cunt.
Jackie let out a roar like a tiger in heat.
“You'll go with me to your uncle's!”
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, I'll go with you.”
“You'll let Armand caress you!” I fucked her with all my strength.
“I'll let him caress me,” moaned Jackie.
“You'll let him suck you.”
“He'll suck me, darling…”
“And I'll suck you, too.”
“Yes, dear.”
“I'll caress you, too.”
“Yes…”
“And Armand will plunge his cock into your cunt…”
“Yes, dear…”
“I'll fuck you, too…”
“Yes, dear…”
“You will be our slave.”
Her pupils dilated, Jackie shouted hoarsely: “Yes, darling, I'll be your slave!”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
She was our slave.
As soon as we had reached his house the next day, Armand led us into the little parlor and asked us to adopt the behavior which was necessitated by the pleasure we were going to give ourselves.
He started to remove his clothes. I followed his example. Jackie did the same.
Without seeming in the least embarrassed, she removed her dress and underwear.
I was a little disappointed. I would have preferred her to be a little more stubborn. But she wasn't in the mood to play the frightened damsel that day.
Too bad.
However, I wasn't to regret her docility.
“Come here,” Armand told her, as he sat down in an armchair.
He wasn't ashamed of his nudity either. Anyway, why should he have been? His firm body still had the
