“By the time my parents came back to France,” said Jackie, “my uncle had had enough time to perfect my education.”
The slut!
She had just given me these confidences without the slightest display of shame. The fact that I was her brother-in-law didn't disturb her in the least.
On the contrary. During this recitation, she had watched me carefully to see my reaction.
My embarrassment, while she was telling me all these obscenities, must have amused her. Was this the girl that Harry had just married?
“Of course,” she said, “during my engagement, I pretended to be a virgin. I had to, didn't I? I wanted to be married, to be free, to escape a familial control that was getting worse and worse. Therefore, it was very important that Harry should think I was a very chaste girl. But I hoped that on our wedding night, he would be in a hurry to give me those pleasures that Armand had permitted me to discover.”
She sighed deeply.
“Poor Harry… he was so pitiful… I even wonder if he ever had any affairs before he married me.”
She came over to me. Still sitting in front of my desk on which my algebra books lay opened, I was finding it very difficult to control my indignation. My seventeen years were rebelling against so much cynicism and so much depravity.
“From our wedding night,” she said, “I knew that it would be impossible for me to love your brother.”
Not sparing me the slightest detail, she revealed everything about her terrible deception:
“As soon as we were in the room, Harry acted like a brute. I had hoped he would help me undress, which would have permitted me to seek the caresses I needed so badly, those caresses without which lovemaking loses all its savor, those caresses to which Margie and Armand had so accustomed me…”
She shook her head sadly.
“Having been initiated by refined people, I suddenly found myself faced with a savage. You can guess my misery…”
Harry had let her go into the bathroom where she removed her clothes. When she came back into the room, the lace of her pale green nightgown caressed the top of her thighs and Harry, entirely naked, was standing immobile in the middle of the room. His cock standing out like an iron sword, he was awaiting his young wife like a wild animal ready to leap on his prey.
Without having uttered a single word, he threw himself on her, emitting a sort of growl.
The bestial expression which filled his features frightened Jackie to such a degree that she tried to push her husband away. But, lifting her in his arms, Harry threw her on the bed. Then, before his young wife had time to regain her equilibrium, he rolled above her, seizing her by the buttocks, parting her thighs with his bony knee.
“That imbecile was in such a hurry,” she said, “that he didn't even notice that I wasn't a virgin. As soon as I felt him inside me, he discharged. Then, satisfied with his exploit, he rolled over and fell asleep. Since then he has always acted like an idiot. It's only by sheer force that I submit to him. I've never had any pleasure with him. I've even thought of leaving him. You alone held me back…”
Her voice became heavier.
“Yes, if I stay, it's with the hope that you will compensate for the mediocrity of that monster with your ardor.”
She leaned toward me. A disturbing flame was burning deep in her eyes.
“I want you… want to love you… want to cry with joy in your arms. I will teach you to caress me, to suck me, to fuck me… you will be a gifted student. I'm certain of it. Above all, don't be afraid that your brother will suspect us. He is so trusting…”
Submerged in disgust, I couldn't stand anymore. I got up and pushed Jackie away brutally.
“Get out of here, slut!”
The young woman didn't seem in the least insulted by this.
“Why are you acting like this, dear?”
“Get out of here!”
I wanted to hit her. A wild anger was burning inside me. An anger which was mingled with something I couldn't identify, perhaps a monstrous desire to separate the girl's thighs and plant my rod inside her.
“Get out!”
“Yes, my dear, I'm going. But first, I want to prove how wrong you are to act so disdainful toward me.”
Before I had time to make the slightest movement, her dress was flying above her head.
I grew stiff immediately.
My prick was threatening to cut through my shorts and even my pants. As for my balls, they were so swollen with come they were ready to burst. How that whore could excite me!
She was more than naked in a slip whose transparence revealed the areoles of her triumphant breasts, as well as of the V of her thighs gifted with the blonde curls of her mound.
“Well, Tony, do you still want to put me out?”
My throat was caught in a vise, and I felt incapable of uttering the slightest word. And, the blood pounding at my temples, I remained in the middle of the room, nailed to the spot, still master of my instincts but already no longer able to control my imagination.