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.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“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.
CHAPTER EIGHT
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.”
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
