Without leaving her companion time to regain consciousness, she hurried to crouch over her face.
Jackie felt a gluey mound pressed against her mouth.
“Suck,” begged Margie, “suck me, my dear… I want it so badly… yes… like that… ah!.. I love your tongue… your tongue that is penetrating me… your tongue inside me… almost as good as a cock… ah!.. yes… lick me and use your finger at the same time… deeper… even deeper… ah!.. I would like you to suck as far as my womb… ah!.. you're taking it all… oh! my sweet… we're going to be so happy…”
They were, it was true, to know some very active nights.
In the morning, Armand came to awaken them. This permitted him to touch them both gently.
Sometimes he fondled them and kissed them on the cheek or the corner of their lips. Sometimes, under the pretext that they weren't getting up fast enough, he threw back the covers and forced them to jump out of bed, but not without rubbing a malicious breast through the light silk of a nightgown, or a nervous thigh or a charming pair of buttocks.
One evening after dinner, Armand asked Margie to type an article he had written for an art review.
: “We'll probably be at it a long time,” he said to Jackie. “So you might as well go to bed.”
But the young girl had no desire to sleep. After reading several pages of a book that seemed totally uninteresting to her, she decided to go join her uncle again.
When she reached the office whose door was half opened, she heard a little stifled laugh and then a few moans.
Intrigued, she moved closer on tiptoe.
Tightly embraced, Margie and Armand were masturbating each other.
The young woman, whose skirts were tucked up over her thighs, was abandoning herself to the agile finger which was agitating her cunt.
“Dear… oh!.. it's so good…!”
As she moaned, she placed her hand against his generously endowed prick and was fumbling with the buttons of his pants.
“Oh, you're so stiff… your rod is big…”
With her fingers, she encircled the solid stick which she knew so well how to manipulate.
“Do you like it?” she asked at times in a soft voice.
“Yes… and you, are you happy?”
“Very happy… you caress me very well… oh! again… you can feel what that does to me…”
CHAPTER TWO
Jackie saw the entire spectacle.
Her heart was pounding inside its fleshy cage. Her entire body stiffened in sudden contractions.
“Dear!” Margie panted, “dear… it feels so wonderful… oh!”
Armand was still caressing her skillfully. And, with the same skill, the young woman was masturbating the gloriously erect rod.
Suddenly, Margie pushed her partner towards a couch, on which she made him lie down.
And with one movement, she removed her dress, blouse, and panties. Then, naked from the waist to her flesh-colored stockings, she knelt above Armand, or rather, above a prick as big as a policeman's stick.
Nothing was withheld from Jackie's immoral curiosity.
Her buttocks in the air, legs separated, Margie's opening between the two thick and curvaceous eminences could easily be seen.
As for Margie's partner, with his knees raised, Jackie could easily see his big, stiff member.
The young girl soon saw the stick enter Margie's box, become lost inside, and reappear again.
Armand was panting. His companion was moaning.
They fucked with abandon.
Finally, Jackie saw the instrument completely come out, the tip totally uncovered, red as carmine and spewing a white liquid which spread out over Margie's buttocks.
“Dear!” she cried, “dear… you're coming… oh!.. it's warm… it's delicious…”
She waited until his tool had finished ejaculating. Then she leaped off the bed and went into the bathroom.
Fearing that she would be caught, Jackie ran away immediately. So hastily, in fact, that she had the misfortune of overturning a Chinese pot that was balanced on a small round table. Frightened, she ran to her room.
As soon as she got there, Armand appeared.
He looked at the young girl a long time and she, livid and trembling, couldn't hide her confusion.
Suddenly, with a gleam in his eyes, he murmured:
“I have the feeling that my little niece has been very indiscreet.”
“But…” Jackie tried vainly to escape. “But… I don't understand…”
“Impossible… imagine that we are alone, all three of us in the apartment. There are no cats or dogs… and since I don't believe in ghosts, someone must have overturned that pot. Margie and I were in the office. Thus you alone were capable of having committed this act.”
Jackie no longer knew what to say. Stupidly, she assured him that she hadn't left her room.
“And I,” declared Armand, “I am certain that, tired of being alone, you felt a desire to come join us. Seeing that we were very busy, you didn't want to bother us. As you ran away, when you saw Margie about to go out, you revealed your presence.”
He approached the young girl, who seemed plunged in a veritable torpor, and grabbed her by the shoulders.
And, with a slightly vulgar smile, said:
“So, my pet, did you like the spectacle?”
Her throat was dry and Jackie didn't feel she had the strength to utter the slightest word.
“Yes, I'm certain that you must have had an excellent time. Anyway, it will be easy for me to find out.”
Without his niece having time to react, he plunged his hand under her skirt and immediately reached the point between her legs.
“You little devil,” he murmured. “Your pants are all wet. Your pussy must be in quite a state.”
In order to be certain, he pulled her panties down and slid his finger between her lips. They were trembling with emotion.
Then he began to tickle her clitoris.
This caress completed the devastation of the young girl's senses. With his free hand, Armand had unbuttoned his pants and taken out his imposing tool.
Jackie couldn't stop herself from grabbing the stiff rod. She held the cock she had seen going in between Margie's thighs!
How long it was!
How thick it was!
How hard it was!
How good it was to touch it. How she loved to feel its male power. What a desire she had to fondle it.
Yet a sort of fear held her back. The fear of being too clumsy and disappointing her partner.
Armand must have guessed the reason for her hesitation because he whispered:
“You want to touch me, don't you? Well, go on… you'll see… it's very easy. Anyway, I'm going to show you what to do.”
He closed her fingers over his joy-stick.
“What is important,” he said, while beginning to rub himself, “is to adopt the right rhythm. At first you caress the tip very slowly… the most difficult thing is not to let yourself be carried away by an often brutal ardor. You have
