Sandy Bennett - Jackie_s family lessons!

After that brief, suspenseful interval I continued to work his cock over with tongue, lips, and teeth. I suckled it in my warm spit, bit into it ever so finely, I licked it from head to toe, loving it passionately. And Dad just lay there. I could tell he was as happy as I was but he didn't know how to show it. Even though we were naked and making love, we were still shy toward each other. Well, all the more time in which to suck, I thought and plied his long stem with the best my tongue could muster. From downstairs came the faint sounds of rattling cutlery and the slam of an oven door. Mum was keeping the first batch of pancakes warm. Her smug domesticity accentuated the raw sexuality of what Daddy and I were doing. His cock poked down my throat as his hairy loins moved restlessly under the stress of his excitement. His hands were on my head to hold me down and I wanted him to push harder so his cock would be lodged down my gullet for keeps. I was greedy, hungry, horny, and the more cock I could get the more my body came alive. Then his hands began to pull at me. I peered through the curtain of hair to see what was on his mind, and noticed that he was moving over to his side and reaching to bring me over toward him. "Oh Daddy!" I cried without taking his cock out of my mouth. I shuffled over at once and presented my runny cunt to his mouth. This was an unexpected bonus!

Things became a little hazy after that. I sucked his dick and he ate out my pussy and it felt as though the two of us were entwined and rolling about in a maelstrom of ecstasy. The details were lost, all I knew was that my cunt was on fire and Daddy was pouring oil on it. On occasions I felt a twinge of fear as I thought of Mum coming in and discovering us in this compromising position. But at the same time the fear fed the fires and I attacked his cock with all the more verve so that she would see what a woman her little girl had grown into.

Daddy stopped eating me when he neared his peak. He pushed me away and I devoted all of my attention to his dick. I had my ass toward his face, my knees at either side of his waist, and when I took all of him into my mouth my nose brushed along his balls. His hands feebly caressed my pussy but most of his attention was fixed on what my mouth was doing to his cock. He seemed to be expanding, growing harder, so much so that I could hardly contain all of his masculinity. A little more and his prize would be mine! I sucked his knob and jerked his stalk, tickled his balls and even caressed his asshole with one finger. Not long now. I could hardly wait! Please, don't let anyone interrupt! I prayed. The first droplets shot out, whetting my taste buds and bringing down more saliva. And then, just as my teeth sank playfully into that smooth band of skin below the awning of flesh, a burst of sperm blurted from his straining cock, a burst so voluminous that it filled my mouth in an instant. It cost me all the self-control I had not to cough and splutter! More followed before I could swallow properly. Daddy was twisting about, hoisting his loins to loft his sperm deep down my throat, and I struggled to put away each load before the next one arrived. Hell, how long had it been since he'd fucked Mum? He just wouldn't stop! One wave after another, salty-whey, creamy-smooth, rolling down my throat so easily that I didn't have to swallow anymore once I'd caught up. And from there on it was a matter of holding his cock between my lips and letting him transfer his cream to me.

Downstairs Mum and Tim were setting the table and talking about something. The smell of coffee and cakes wafted up. I rolled off my father and lay on my side, holding his cock in my mouth so I could enjoy its final act. The hardness gave way to a soft quality, turning his cock from a weapon into a toy. It shriveled up and rested in my mouth docile, as a lamb. I wanted to stay there forever within the aura of his strong masculine smell, just suckling his cock and stroking his balls and his belly. But suddenly he pushed me away and told me to put on my nightie. "Time for breakfast," he said, his eyes elsewhere. "Let's not keep your mother waiting. And brush your teeth before you go down."

"Alright Daddy." He was so brusque. What had I done wrong? I tried to find the answer on his face but he wouldn't look at me. Hurriedly he put on his pants and shirt, slipped into a pair of sneakers and went downstairs. I brushed my teeth and dressed, and when I joined the rest of the family I found Dad standing close to Mum by the stove. He was flirting with her, patting her ass and whispering things into her ear, the kind of act he put on when he was in really good spirits. Mum loved it, of course. She got all coy and silly when he came on to her like a horny boy. I figured he was trying to tell me something rather than her, but I couldn't help feeling jealous.

We sat down to eat, Mum and Dad sitting right near each other, Tim drawing his chair close to mine. Dad paid no attention to me at all, and Tim did the opposite. He couldn't stop engaging me in conversation, and in the meantime his hand searched for mine under the table. I withdrew irritably. Nothing appealed to me, not Tim, not the oriental Veronica had lined up for me in the afternoon; only Daddy had the vibrations that brought life to my pussy, my nipples, my belly; and Daddy was taken.

I was in two minds about whether to go to Veronica's place or not. What the hell, I'd had my share for the day. She could handle him all by herself, anyway. But while I thought about it I bathed, groomed myself, and since I'd done all that I figured it would be a waste not to go. I went by way of the sidewalk this time and rang the doorbell just like a real guest. Veronica's younger brother, Ned, answered the door.

"Hi Jackie, how have you been?" he said brightly. Ned liked me. He was a nice kid, I thought as I made my way up the stairs. Sixteen, frisky, eager, and very good-looking, he seemed ready to make his debut into the world of sex. At least, whenever he saw me he became very agitated and I knew that that was a sign of confused lust. He wanted me but didn't have the slightest idea of how to go about it. Well, his sister would teach him one day. I walked into Veronica's room and wished it was all over already.

She was alone, sitting on her bed against a mound of pillows and reading a heavy book. As usual she had on casuals: cut-off jeans, halter top, nothing on her feet, and her hair never needed combing. Just like a boy, I thought. "Well, where's the stud of the week?" I said, throwing myself down on the bed and staring up at the ceiling moodily.

"He's a little late," she said. Her mood wasn't so great either and I asked her why. "Oh, it's Ned, the little fuck won't leave the house, I offered him a couple of dollars to go see a movie but he's so stubborn! Hell, what are we going to do with him around? He's always nosing about in other people's business." She threw down the book and paced up and down in her room, frowning angrily. "Little brothers are a pain in the ass!" she muttered.

"He's got a right to stay home," I defended him, "and anyway, if we lock the door what can he see?"

"What can't he hear? Besides, he could climb up on the tree and get a grandstand view. Hey Ned!" she yelled suddenly, heading for the bedroom door. "I'm giving you five seconds to get out of the house. If you're not gone by then I'll beat your brains out!"

"Try it," he answered from below. He had a point. A year ago Veronica could have done it but Ned had grown up rapidly. She knew it, too.

"Perhaps we should call Michael up and tell him not to bother," she said.

"Michael?"

"Michael Wong," she explained.

"Perhaps you should. Listen, Veronica, I've had enough. There are only a couple of days left before the wedding and there isn't much more that you can show me. So why don't we just forget it and take a break."