Armand, who wasn't a savage, didn't want to martyr this little wounded cunt too much.
“Darling… oh!.. no… go on…” Jackie begged. Her uncle had just withdrawn his cock from her bleeding hole. “No… don't leave me…”
“Why are you in such a hurry?” Armand asked. “We have all the time in the world. Now I want to fondle you…”
He kissed her cheeks, her mouth, her neck.
He let his lips wander over a breast that was swollen with sap. With his teeth, he excited a hardened nipple that was as tasty as an exotic fruit.
Then, raising her legs, he examined that devastated pussy whose lips were red with blood.
“The poor little thing,” he said, “it has suffered so much, hasn't it?”
“It doesn't matter,” moaned Jackie. “You have made it so happy.”
“And I'm going to make it come again, my angel…”
CHAPTER FOUR
He sucked her cunt dripping with moisture. He swallowed everything that was flowing from the pot.
And while he enjoyed himself like the refined gourmet that he was, Margie caressed him with a feverish hand.
Armand suddenly seemed to remember the other young woman's presence.
“What egoists we are,” he said to his niece. “Doesn't it seem unjust to you that our friend has been reduced to the role of a spectator?”
Seizing her by the waist, he stretched Margie out beside Jackie. Then, while beginning to suck Jackie again, he plunged his fingers into the other girl's cunt.
The two damsels began to sigh and pant.
With his agile tongue and probing fingers, Armand released the pleasure of those exasperated pussies simultaneously.
“Ah,” cried Jackie, “Uncle… you're making me so happy…”
“Ooh!” screamed Margie, “you're doing it so well… ooh!”
It was a charming duo.
Now Armand stretched out next to his niece. He was turned toward Jackie and he put his thighs under those of the young girl. His prick was pointed towards her little slit.