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 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.