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.
Soon the young woman began to move with my rhythm. I heard her pant.
“Ooh!.. it's starting to feel good… oh baby…”
While I was ramming her with my weapon, I was also digging my hand into her buttocks.
“Do you like this?” I asked.
“Ooh!.. it still hurts… but I adore it anyway… oh, darling… come… empty yourself inside me… I want your come… I need it… darling… ah!.. it's coming… I feel it… ah!.. there it is… you're filling me… I'm full of your come…”
No sooner had I spread my seed in her intestines when I felt the terrible desire to impose new cruelties on this tramp.
My cock was temporarily out of service so I looked around for some object to replace it. Then I noticed a little bottle of beer placed on the nightstand. In the morning Harry preferred beer to a cup of tea.
“Don't move,” I told Jackie.
Grabbing the bottle, I immediately slid the neck into the ass I had just been fucking. It was extremely easy.
My companion sighed with joy. But I had intended to give her pain.
I withdrew the bottle and turned it around.
This time, as I had hoped, Jackie began to utter little cries like someone being burned alive. “Oh… no… not like that… no!.. oh you're going to kill me… oh!.. that's terrible… stop!.. no… no… it hurts too much… no… you can see that it will never go in…”
I wanted it to go in.
With my fingers I furiously separated the orifice that was still sticky with sperm. And I pushed with all my might in order to make what had become an instrument of torture penetrate that hole. I finally succeeded, but not without having cruelly torn her bleeding flesh. My sister-in-law was sobbing convulsively.
Half-unconscious, she didn't even have the strength to fight any longer.
An instant later, having regained her senses and dried her tears, Jackie sat on the bidet and washed her buttocks.
At times, she couldn't hold back a grimace. Her asshole must have been very painful.
“Well!” she exclaimed suddenly. “You were so timid yesterday, I almost had to rape you. But you've become a regular brute!”
And I intended to be a brute with Jackie from now on. With her and all other girls.
I would kiss them. I would fuck them. I would bugger them. I would submit them to my sadistic instincts. I would humiliate them. I would reveal their vices.
That way I would only be able to feel contempt and disgust for them. This disgust and contempt would erect a barricade behind which I would be sheltered from all sentimentality.
CHAPTER TEN
Now all Jackie could be to me was a living puppet, submissive to all my whims.
One afternoon, after having masturbated her a long time, I pretended indifference and refused to fuck her.
Stretched out on the bed with her thighs opened, my sister-in-law was obviously begging me to finish what I had begun so well.
“Oh! come on… I need it so badly…”
She was shaking nervously.
“Put it in… put your cock into my cunt… I need it…”
She was shaking. She moaned:
“Darling… I want your prick… I want your stiff prick in my cunt…”
With a refinement of cruelty, I undid my pants and exhibited a rod whose size and apparent firmness only increased my companion's impatience.
“Your prick is so beautiful… it wants to fuck me so badly… give it to me, baby… give it to me.”
I saw her cunt opened like a gaping wound. A wound of joy.
“Darling… I can't wait any longer…”
“Nevertheless, you're going to have to wait… Harry won't be back for an hour or two…”
“Harry?”
She looked up at me in terror.
“But… I don't understand…”
“On the contrary, you understand very well… you know perfectly well that I love my brother very much… acting this way toward him causes me much grief. So, if it's possible to give him some compensation, perhaps I'll feel less remorse.”
“You… want…?” she stuttered. “You want him to fuck me?”
“I want his cock to make you come… I want him to hear you moaning with pleasure.”
“No… it's impossible… I've never come with him… I never will…”
“Yes, you will… because you'll have to too much. I'm not going to stop caressing you until he gets home… you'll have to come… you'll reach a point where your only desire will be to be fucked. Then what difference will it make whose cock it is?”
Kneeling at her feet, I planted a finger in her soaking hole. I started to masturbate her.
“Stop,” begged Jackie. “Oh… stop… this is crazy!”
But, paying no attention to her protestations, I continued to ram her pussy.
“This pretty little cunt is certainly flowing. How happy it will be when Harry plants his prick inside it. It will be the first time he'll make you come. I'm going to go on preparing you until he gets here. You're going to shriek with pleasure as soon as my brother starts to screw you.”
I pushed my finger deeper inside her and moved it around. I turned it around as if I were trying to whip all the cream inside her. The pleasure she was feeling was so intense that it must have seemed intolerable and Jackie was panting like an exhausted animal.
She writhed on the bed, her mouth twisted, her nails digging into the palms of her hands. She came and came and that same spasm seemed to last forever.
“Do you want a cock?” I asked.
“Yes, I want it,” she screamed. “I want it… I need it.”
“Soon you'll have your husband's.”
“Oh, yes.”
“You'll open your thighs for him!”
“Yes…”
“You'll give him your cunt!”
“Yes…”
“You'll let him ram you!”
