Danielle and Uncle Armand

CHAPTER TWELVE

It had been a month since I had been my sister-in-law's lover when I met Uncle Armand. After a long trip in Canada, he had decided to visit his niece.

I could only sympathize with this man who was still very attractive despite the approach of his fiftieth year, this man who had been the first to guess the physical demands in Jackie and the perverse possibilities.

I went out quite frequently with Armand. He took me to the theatre and to nightclubs. Obviously, it wasn't long before I admitted the true nature of my relationship with my sister-in-law.

He didn't blame me. On the contrary.

“Anyway,” he said, “Jackie would have taken another lover. So, why not you? Her husband disappointed her. And she has too much character to be resigned. You can believe me. I know her perfectly.”

“I don't doubt it,” I said with a smile.

I told him that my sister-in-law had given me a detailed description of the stay with her uncle.

“I can even tell you that the education you gave her, with Margie's help, was very profitable to her.”

Armand didn't seem the least bit angry that his niece had confided in me.

“Then we have nothing to hide from one another,” he said. “We're going to be excellent friends!”

One day when we were in a bar, he proposed a game of craps. But, instead of the prize being a round of drinks, the stakes would be a little girl friend of his.

He told me that if I won, it would be possible for me to spend several very pleasant minutes with Mireille, a young girl who refused him nothing.

“On the contrary,” he added softly. “If you lose, I will have the pleasure of fucking Jackie again.”

Already rolling the dice he said:

“OK?”

“OK,” I agreed.

He won the first throw.

I won the second and the last.

The next day-debts shouldn't be paid late at night-I went to the little studio where Mireille lived.

I found myself facing a little brunette with eyes as dark as her hair and the voracious lips of a female eager to fuck.

Draped in a red silk peignoir, which she held crossed over her chest, the young woman asked me if I was the new champion of love-craps.

Then, having stared at me with an equivocal insistence:

“My word,” she said, “it will be a pleasure to reward the worthy conqueror.”

Demonstrating a disconcerting calm she threw off the peignoir. She was naked.

Her skin had a warm glow about it. Her tits stood out firm and pointed like pomegranates. As for her thighs, they were deliciously tanned and gave me a furious desire to kiss them.

There were also her insolent hips, the thick black fur which covered her mound, and her stately ass with the beautiful buttocks.

Ah yes, I was stiff!

I was so stiff that my erection didn't pass unnoticed by Mireille.

“You seem to be in perfect form,” she said, putting her hand on my pants.

She undid the fly rapidly.

“You're well built,” she exclaimed.

Kneeling at my feet, she surrounded my triumphant cock with her fingers. And she skillfully made it move up and down again and again in her palm.

Standing in front of her, I was breathing heavily. She masturbated me so well. And she didn't content herself with just rubbing me. She also caressed my cock with the tip of her tongue until all the veins were swollen.

I heard myself panting harder and harder.

At times she licked my balls, which were filled with sperm. I even let out a sort of groan when Mireille introduced my prick into her avid mouth.

What technique!

She was sucking me even better than Jackie. And my sister-in-law certainly sucked me with the skill of a professional. She put real passion into her work. I often came in her mouth. But only after she had worked on me for a long time.

With Mireille, I was already ready to come.

She moved her lips slowly around. My cock was a baby bottle that she was sucking. A bottle whose contents she would have quickly savored if I hadn't reacted.

With a sudden push, I threw her back onto the thick carpet. Then I rolled over on top of her.

I would have liked to have caressed her, but she had put me in such a state that I was nothing but an animal in a hurry to assuage his instincts.

Ah, that cunt!

It was so deep. And warm. A veritable furnace.

Mireille certainly had a pussy capable of warming the least flammable cocks.

Anyway, I had the impression that I wasn't taking her, but that she was taking me! Her cunt pulled on my cock with little spasmodic contractions. It was wild.

After her mouth, now it was her pussy that was sucking me.

The young woman shook her ass. She pushed me away and drew me back, making my prick come and go in her fiery furnace.

“Oh,” she screamed. “Oh, your cock is so hard. How I love fucking you. Can you tell how I feel? Tell me, can you feel it?”

It was impossible not to feel it. The wetness was trickling down my legs.

Moving her hips, Mireille continued to caress me with her cunt.

“Come… discharge… I want you…”

How could I resist this fury? It was impossible.

“There it is… you're coming… oh… yes… give me your come just to the last drop.”

She moved against me furiously.

Then I had the impression that my balls were going to be emptied forever of their vital substances.