Sandy Bennett - Jackie_s family lessons!

"Take a break, baby," I said at last. "You're going to hurt yourself at this pace!"

"Wait!" he groaned. The whirling dervish was arrested in midstroke as a gusher of hot cream erupted from his youthful penis. He collapsed like a deflated balloon and lay on me like so much deadweight, gasping for air and letting his sperm dribble into my pussy. I lay still under him because I didn't want to traumatize him in any way. The first one was so important. Ned's breathing became more regular by the second until at last I thought to check and see if he was still awake. I shook him but he didn't respond. So I let him down off me carefully and fetched a handkerchief which I wetted and used to clean his cock with. I made sure the last traces of lovemaking were removed before I gathered up my clothes, wiped myself down, and left his room. Now the poor boy would never know if he'd been dreaming or if it had really happened.

I was still grinning when I got back to my room. Who said you can't have your cake and eat it too? A quick clean-up sufficed to get me back to normal and I went downstairs to meet with the family. The wedding was only a few days away now and my mother had been working furiously to arrange all the details. Now they wanted me to get involved. I wasn't really interested. Things like white dresses and flower arrangements left me cold. However; they insisted I should make some of the decisions, and so the afternoon was spent discussing bridesmaids. My mother was in her element. Plans of battle had been drawn up, the invitations had been sent out, and pretty soon the house would be swarming with relatives from all over. No matter how often I told her that a nice, quiet wedding would be alright, she wouldn't listen. She worked arm in arm with Frank's mother, of course, and both women insisted on making life difficult.

After dinner Frank's parents dropped by and the discussion went on unabated. I sat back trying to stifle yawns. What did it all matter? Still, they meant well. Frank's father was an interesting fellow, actually, and during the tedium I stole many a glance at him. He was big, strong, his hair steel grey, combed straight back and curling up just above the collar; his eyes were pale blue and his face was that of an outdoorsman, tanned, leathery, wrinkled in all the right places. I happened to be sitting next to him and I couldn't help but enjoy his masculine scent. He had on some kind of after-shave lotion but that only complemented his real smell, one that reminded me of leather again, and cigars and aged bourbon. With a bit of luck Frank would grow up to look just like him.

At last the meeting broke up in a flurry of niceties and cliches. God, I was tired of the whole business! I just wanted to go to bed and wake up on the first day of the honeymoon. I trudged up to my room and turned on the light to start getting ready for bed. But as soon as the light went on there was a scurrying sound outside and Veronica jumped in through the window. "Aha, there you are! Come on, we've got a heavy date for tonight," she said.

"Oh please, no!" I protested. "Look at my eyes, they're red! Let me get some sleep!"

"Hey, remember who was reluctant yesterday even though I said she would have a good time? And who had a good time?"

"Okay, okay, point taken." With a sigh I put my top back on and followed her into her room.

"They'll be here presently," she said, sitting on her bed.

"They? How many people did you invite?"

"Only two. Tonight's the last night my folks will be out of town so we have to make the best of it."

"I see. By the way, how's Ned?"

"Ned? He's okay… although he was acting very strangely today, come to think of it. He was in some kind of daze and nothing I did could shake him out of it. Why do you ask?"

"No reason." The bell rang and Veronica darted out of the room. Once more I found myself sitting on her bed with my breath short and my face red. The suspense was killing me. What did she have lined up this time, a couple of dykes, a husband and wife team, or what? The answer came soon enough. Veronica entered the room followed by two strapping black six-footers who looked at me like they wanted to rape me on the spot.

"This is Derek and this is Eric," she said brightly. "They're identical twins, the same in every details, except that I'd swear Eric's is bigger than Derek's."

"That's not true," said the twin who had to be Derek. They certainly did look alike, both muscular, square-jawed, and rugged-looking, dark as the night and dressed in white T-shirts and white jeans just to make themselves look all the darker.

"We'll soon have a second opinion." Veronica made them at home and served drinks and cigarettes. "As you guys know, Jackie will soon be a blushing bride and I want to make sure she's tasted every pleasure in life before she commits herself to the connubial grind. Do you think you can show her something new?"

"Unless someone's already done this for her, she ought to find our double-barreled fuck interesting," said one of the twins.

"Of course someone's going to have to hold her while we do it," the other added.

"Wait a minute," I said, "are you talking about what I'm thinking? That is, by double-barreled do you mean…?" I looked at them in disbelief. "No, you couldn't, you've got me mixed up with a veteran, right?"

"See, someone's going to have to hold her." Veronica was sitting next to me but I didn't think she'd betray me. Yet she did! Her arms closed about me and took me into a hold that I couldn't possibly break. Eric and Derek were with her in a flash and the three of them took off my clothes and laid me out on the bed. I couldn't believe they were doing this to me, nor could I accept that both these men wanted to fuck me at once. The pain would be too much for me! I struggled maniacally, pulling loose an arm here, a leg there, and immediately using the limb to kick and scratch at them. They tried to subdue me but in the end one of the twins said he needed a couple of ropes "to hold this bitch down". Again Veronica betrayed me. She got several cords from her parents' dressing gowns and the twins made good use of them to tie me spread-eagled to her bed. I stopped struggling at that point. The more I pulled at the ropes the tighter they became and the more they hurt.

"You'll pay for this, Veronica!" I told her, but I was too scared to put much conviction into my voice. The two black men looked at their handiwork with wide grins, tested the ropes, nodded, and started to undress. Now the tension really mounted. With a bit of luck they wouldn't be too big to accommodate. But when I saw their exposed cocks my asshole twitched in panic and even my pussy contracted nervously and became as dry as a bone. God, these guys were hung. Two black cocks hung down from hard, flat bellies, two dropping, thick blackjacks that could swell up at any moment to turn into billyclubs! "Please don't," I begged them. "One at the time, that's the way I like my men, and I'd love to do it with either one of you. But not together!"

"Hey, bitch, are you going to keep your mouth shut or ain't you?" asked one of them viciously. "You just lie there, understand, and we'll take care of business!"

"Veronica, help me!" She sat in her jerk-off chair and watched impassively. Revenge would be mine! They told me to lie on my side and when I did they lay down at either side of me. There was no contact yet but already my skin crawled in expectation. Their bodies were beautiful, that I couldn't deny no matter how much they scared me. Broad shoulders, emphatic abdominal muscles, deep chests, arms bulging with thick muscle, narrow hips, strong legs, and cocks that were already filling with blood and expanding beyond my worst fears. Now a hand came over from the back and started to caress me slowly, running along my side, the waist, the curve of my ass and down my leg. I began to tremble. The twin in front of me did the same thing. His hand covered my front, running gently along my tits and belly but leaving my pussy alone for the time being. That would change, I figured. Ordinarily this situation would have excited me beyond the boundaries of sanity, but the threat that was being inflated behind me took all the fun out of it.