Sandy Bennett - Jackie_s family lessons!

His father answered the doorbell. "Jackie! Don't you know the bride and the groom aren't supposed to see each other on the day before the ceremony?"

"Oh yes, I'd forgotten," I replied distractedly. "I have to talk with Frank right away, though, so do you think an exception can be made?"

"I certainly wouldn't object. The only problem is that Frank is out at a stag party. The boys at his college decided he had to leave bachelorhood in style, you know."

"Will he be back soon?"

"I honestly don't know. But come in, my dear, you can keep me company while you wait. My wife is visiting friends and taking care of the last details of the wedding. Such a confounded nuisance." He let me into the living room and offered me a drink. I asked for coffee and a cigarette. My nerves were shot. The idea that Frank could come in at any moment terrified me. He'd probably be tipsy and amorous, and what I had to tell him wouldn't go down well even if he was sober and spent.

"Well, what is it you have to talk with Frank about?" asked his father. "You look drawn and nervous. It can't be that awful, can it?"

"It's very personal, Mr. Perkins."

"Call me Jack. Now relax and if you want to tell me, feel free to. If you don't want to tell me I won't take it personally. I realize there must be many things on your mind at a time like this, but it's odd how often those things are less complicated once you let them out into the open."

Through my distraction I saw him the way I'd seen him the other day, such a strong, masculine person with his clear blue eyes and silver hair, square jaw, and that atmosphere of cigars and bourbon. He sat in the chair facing mine and gave me his full attention. Until that time I had seen him just as Frank's father, a person who was often present when I was visiting him but who kept aloof from our young world. Now that he and I were alone I felt a strong urge to get to know him better, and to confess all.

"When Frank proposed to me I was a virgin," I began hesitantly. "And now I'm not. But believe me, Mr. Perkins, I mean Jack, it's not entirely my fault. I wanted Frank to be the first but he wanted to wait until we were married!"

He didn't say anything for a while and I felt as if I was sitting on hot coals. Then he shook his head and said: "That boy's a fool. How often have I told him not to be so inflexible! Principles don't mean a thing in the world. Well, so you made love with someone, and it serves my son right. But is that any reason to be so upset?"

"It's not just one person, Jack. It's… oh, you're going to think I'm awful!" I broke down crying and he hurried over to my side to take me into his arms. It was very comforting to be enveloped in his masculine aroma and I readily snuggled up to him as the tears rolled out of my eyes. He caressed my hair soothingly and told me not to worry, he was a man of the world, even if his son wasn't. "There have been a whole bunch, men and women!" I blurted out. He stiffened momentarily and I thought he was going to expel me.

"Ah… yes, I see, that is something to be distressed about… unless you enjoyed it, of course."

I looked him in the face and found he was smiling faintly. "I did, Jack, very much, but the worst is still to come."

"You're not pregnant are you?"

"No, my uncle is a doctor. Well, the people I went to bed with are all family, not all, but mostly." He told me to enumerate. "My father, several uncles, two aunts, my brother, two cousins, and then there were two black men, one oriental, I think that's all."

He whistled through his teeth but stayed by my side. I wondered what he was thinking. And suddenly, without him saying a word, I found out. There was movement in his lap, a cock stirred or bobbed, and the knob pushed at the material of his pants some eight inches from where it began. "You know what I think?" he said, taking my hands into his. "I think you should keep this a secret between you and me – and your family, of course. Never tell Frank about this." Then he drew me toward him and kissed me on the lips. "Nor about this."

"Oh Jack, no!" I cried. "I'll only be making it worse!"

"Only if you want to keep score," he said, kissing me on the cheek, forehead, nose, and holding me closer. I couldn't struggle for long. A real desire for him sprang up in my belly, a need that had its origins in the past. Now I realized he had always attracted me but that I had always thought of him as out of my reach or class. And now that he made advances I was flattered and excited. I kissed him back, working my lips into his and allowing him to part them so his tongue could enter my mouth. I closed my lips around it and pretended to suck it like a cock, a hint which didn't escape him. He took my hand and placed it on that throbbing cock that I'd seen earlier, and having a grip on it made it seem all the bigger.

Both my hands fumbled with his zip and extracted that big cock, but a bolt of fear hit me before I could do it justice. "What if Frank comes home and sees this?" I asked. "Aren't we taking an awful risk?"

"I suppose you're right. Besides that my wife might come home. Let's drive a little way and park," he said. His cock went back into hiding but it seemed to need more room in there. It stuck out like a concealed weapon and Jack walked strangely toward his car. He had a big car with a car seat large enough to party on, and he didn't drive too far before he pulled over into the bushes and proceeded to do just that. We lay on the back seat and started to kiss again, warming each other up where he had grown cool in the interim. My hand found his cock again, took it out again, and I was delighted to find it was just as big and hard as before. Now there was nothing to stop me from finding out more about that splendid member. I slid down along the seat and ran my tongue along the veined skin, relishing its silky smoothness, its warm odor, and the bushy hairs that brushed against my face. Jack managed to take off his pants without disturbing me and he urged me to undress without disturbing him. It wasn't easy. I wanted to suck on his cock with all my heart but he wanted me naked. Very well. I let go of his cock and quickly took off my clothes, waited until he'd taken off his shirt and then, both of us as naked as the day we were born, we resumed our original position.

Jack loved to get sucked off, I could tell that right away. He crooned a melody of delight way in the back of his throat and his cock kept on growing harder the more I worked it over. But he knew something about women, too, because as soon as we had both indulged ourselves for a while he made me sit on his face. I squirmed about until his mouth was in the right part of my pussy and bent over to get back to his dick. We ate and sucked to our hearts content there in the confines of the back seat of a Cadillac, and I couldn't help but think back over that last date I'd had with his son, both of us cramped into his car and talking about marriage. It was fitting to have gone the full cycle.

"It's years since I've done this," he said when we had eaten enough and were sitting upright in the back of the car. He had one arm around my shoulders and the other hand was between my legs toying with my clit. "My wife and I used to go to the drive-in now and then and we'd play at being teenagers again, but we stopped that when we realized how much we preferred a comfortable bed. With you it's very different! I can't tell you how great this makes me feel."

"I keep trying to think about Frank," I giggled, "but it's no use, I'm just not the guilty type."

"That's my girl." He started to finger me with his thick, long index and I leaned against him luxuriously, my legs wide apart, my hands roving freely over his hairy chest and belly. Jack was a robust man and I liked nothing better than to feel how hard his stomach was, how strong his thighs were, because the stronger he was the harder he would fuck me. I could hardly wait for him to get started, much as I enjoyed his relapse into teenage love. His finger moved in and out of me just like a cock, but somehow it was never the same. I missed that bulbous head at the top of it, the slap of balls against my asshole, and the depth of penetration. Jack sensed that. "How would you like to sit on my lap?"