Sandy Bennett - Jackie_s family lessons!

"What's the matter?" my cousin asked. "You look unhappy. You're not worried about Frank, are you?"

"In a way I am. I mean, he's home sitting on his hands and I'm fucking people left and right… that can't be right, can it?"

"You've had two men," Veronica scoffed, "and already you feel like a tramp. Boy, by the end of the week you'll think you're a two-dollar hooker! Relax, Jackie, remember that if you don't know what you're doing, I do. Just be here by eight."

I nodded and tried to shift my thoughts over into another track. It was odd how suddenly my good mood had given way to depression. In the house next door Tim sat alone, probably brooding about our sexual bouts, wondering how it had happened. And I sat in my cousin's house, keeping her company while her parents were away. Everything wore the air of an anticlimax.

"Hey, cheer up!" Veronica leaned over the table and pinched my cheek. "You're not going to cry, are you?"

"No," I said firmly, but I wondered whether I would or not. She got up from her chair and walked over to squat beside me. Her arm went around my waist and she drew me to her.

"I know, too many experiences in too short a time. Well, don't you worry, you've got a friend in me. Come over here and sit on the couch with me, I'll turn on the TV and we'll relax together, okay?" Like a little kid I let her take my hand and pull me over to the couch, and when she sat down beside me I felt a wave of gratitude sweep over me. She was such a good friend! She let me snuggle up against her and with the remote control device she switched the TV on to a football game. I looked at the screen without seeing the specifics of the action. All I was aware of was the soft warmth of her body and the colors shifting about before my eyes. Her hand ran through my hair slowly, soothingly, and her voice made comforting sounds. Veronica was right, there was nothing to worry about. I could trust her. She would look after me. I snuggled up a little more and started to take some notice of the game. A number of men were bent over with their asses toward the camera, asses clad in tight white pants that covered less than they implied. Narrow hips, muscular buttocks, genitals cradled in protective devices, suddenly it was all very sexy! They got in line and faced another line of surreal-looking guys, then someone did something and they all ran into each other, like two stampedes running down an alley in opposite directions. A stifled roar reached the microphones, men tumbled, wrestled, fell, tangling into a mess of hard, sweaty flesh and pads. Somehow my depression grew smaller, eroded by a tingling, warm sensation bubbling upward from my pussy like a seltzer fountain on a summer's day. It registered vaguely that Veronica's hands were on my breasts, squeezing the bare flesh under my halter and working the garment down and out of the way. How delicious that felt, how she spoiled me! My nipples hardened under her delicate touch, my breasts seemed to swell with passion and pride. A man ran with the ball, others chased him, they ran with fast, pumping strides so that their thighs rippled with power. Images of white stallions came to my mind, muscular hindquarters flexing as they mounted me. Veronica's hands were so smooth, so deft, that my whole body began to wallow and luxuriate under her touch. I wanted more, I wanted to give more and take more, I wanted to be naked in her arms with my cunt aimed at the television in case one of those stallions galloped out of the screen!

But Veronica was in charge. She took off my top and held me from behind so that both her hands fitted snugly over my tits. I sat between her legs and my sensory nerves were on red alert about that area where her pubic bone pressed against my ass. Cousin, brother, uncle, and now my cousin again. At least Frank wasn't facing any outside competition. Ah, fuck Frank, fuck marriage, fuck everything, and especially fuck me!

"You're enjoying this, aren't you Jackie?" Veronica murmured. "Look at those studs, you're going to have one just like it. This guy's cock is the size of a fire hydrant and he knows how to use it, too. You're going to have a ball, I promise you. And I'm going to be with you the whole time." Her last statement made me ridiculously happy. I twisted around in her arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Veronica worked her tongue deep down my throat and continued to caress my tits, pinching the nipples and bruising my soft flesh gently with her long fingernails. Now my pussy lay on top of her knee which was bony enough to bear the brunt of my burgeoning lust. I undulated my hips over her knee so that it pressed against my cunt through my jeans, and stimulated my throbbing, red-hot clitoris most gratifyingly.

It amazed me to think that sex had been such a lackluster proposition to me only minutes earlier. Now it consumed me! I kissed my cousin fiercely, doing my utmost to urge her to take action without actually asking for it. Veronica ran her hands down my bare back, all the way to the waistband of my jeans and there she teased me by slipping her fingers down under my pants to get at the flesh of my ass. But she wouldn't go far enough. Her fingertips rested at that part where the flesh started to swell and curve up to form my buns. Below that split curve was where I needed her fingers! My cunt pulsed with lust, it drooled and ached, it begged to be impaled; but my sly cousin held back.

The last of my inhibitions gave way under pressure of my desires. I humped her knee with unabashed enthusiasm and rested my face between her small tits while my fingers tried to unbutton her blouse. She didn't help me nor did she hold me back. There was an enigmatic smile on her face as she watched me fumble with those buttons, and when they finally did open up she let me make merry with her firm little tits, too. I felt elated at having taken the initiative. Now she was mine. I was seducing her! My lips were around her nipples, one by one, and my hands squeezed her resilient little mounds, and my tongue pushed its way into her mouth. Veronica was yielding to me and her breathing became irregular. She was mine!

Her blouse came off, her shorts went next, and now she was sitting on the couch wearing only her panties. Her crotch bobbed up at me as I kneeled down between her legs, tempting me to eat her before I could remove the final garment. But I kept a grip on myself. The panties slithered down her thighs, over her knees, and her pussy pushed up at me, splitting down the middle and displaying moist pink pink flesh for me to eat. I started to tremble. Her cunt flesh looked delicious, so fulsome and rosy that the saliva ran into my mouth and made me swallow heavily several times before I could go down on her. Veronica leaned back into the couch and rested both arms along the back of it. Her small tits were made even smaller as a result, and for a second it looked as though I was about to eat a boy without a cock. Had I needed any more stimulation that would have driven me to eat her up. As it was, seeing her boyishness only made me attack her with all my heart. She pulled away in alarm as my mouth opened wide and bit into her cunt, but when she realized I wasn't going to bite through, she relaxed again.

Her flesh was smooth, slippery, rubbery between my lips. Sparse blond hair chafed against my nose and cheeks as my mouth burrowed into her cunt to get at the well of tart, tasty fluids. Lean thighs tensed up under my hands and the nervous shudders that ran through her body gave me all the encouragement I needed. I wanted to make it beautiful for her because that would make it all the better for me, and my needs were immense at that moment. It dawned on me that I still had on my jeans and that the crotch was getting soaking wet. My pussy was uncomfortable, it wanted to be free and within range of a finger or something. But I couldn't pull away from Veronica's cunt, I liked it far too much.