Sandy Bennett: Jackies family lessons

I meant to pick up a pair of panties on the way but I forgot in my hurry to find a moment's privacy. Once in the bathroom I locked the door and looked around for an object that had roughly the same size as a cock. My mother's hairbrush had a fine long handle to it, smooth and without sharp edges. I sat on the toilet and spread my legs, hoisted up my dress and worked the handle into my cunt. The effect was that of mild relief but I found that the more I pushed the handle into my pussy the more it seemed to work. Both my hands were wrapped about the bristles, pushing the handle in deeper and deeper until the bristles rubbed against my cunt and clitoris. Now I was getting somewhere. I put one foot on the side of the tub, the other I rested on a stool, and with my back against the cistern I let myself have it. The brush moved in and out quickly, propelled by my lust, and the bristles chafed against my clitoris to send the flames leaping high. I was gasping, sweating, straining, getting closer to a climax by the second, yet I couldn't quite reach it. My frustration led me to masturbate harder, more brutally, the brush hurt me badly several times when I missed the hole, and once it nearly went up my ass, but nothing could stop me. I cursed under my breath as that elusive orgasm receded as fast as I approached. A change of tactics was called for. I pulled the handle out and applied the rough bristles directly to my pussy. That hurt! Tiny pinpricks of pain set my cunt on edge and I was back where I'd started from. With a heartfelt curse I flung the brush down and got off the toilet. This wasn't my night!

Back in the living room the party was getting rough. My parents were drunk, so were Marvin and Rona. Only Al and Dora seemed to be on top of things. Veronica, Tim, Ned, and I were suddenly sent off to bed without explanation. By that time I was in such a bad mood that I was glad to be dismissed. Veronica tried to talk me into coming over to her place. She was horny, looking for action. I told her to take more of an interest in her own family, meaning Ned, a suggestion to which she responded with raised eyebrows. «Ned? You must be joking,» she said, and turned on her heel to leave. Tim was next to put the hard word on me and I brushed him off as brusquely. All I wanted to do was go to sleep and let this fit of frustration dissipate itself without bothering me.

Once in my room I locked the door, stripped, and lay on the bed. A cool night breeze blew through the room and cooled me down a bit. I thought of masturbating but it seemed too futile. My mind swirled with bits and pieces of fantasy and reality, ranging from the rape in my mind to the finger in my pussy there in the living room. At that point I just wanted my marriage to take place so I could settle down with the one man and save myself so much confusion. And since there was over a day yet to be lived through before that happened, I wished for sleep. Of course the sandman passed me by that night.

An hour later the riot downstairs stopped abruptly. The front door opened and closed. I looked out through the window and saw Veronica's mother walking out arm in arm with none other than my dear old Dad! That meant that my mother was with Marvin! Oh no, that was too much to accept in the one go. My parents were swapping? Perhaps Al and Dora were in the ring, too. But a little later I heard footsteps up the stairs and a couple passed my room to get to the guest room. I heard them talking and they were definitely Al and Dora. Some minutes later my mother and Uncle Marvin headed for the master bedroom. I was stunned. The house seemed to be in the grip of a sex epidemic!

I didn't know the whole story yet. Minutes ticked by. Faint sounds came either from the master or the guest bedroom, sounds of fucking. My pussy stirred uneasily, my nipples hardened, and it was with difficulty that I refrained from jerking off some more. The cool breeze couldn't stop me from breaking out into a fever of lust. I tried not to imagine my mother getting laid by Marvin and I didn't want to think about my dear old Dad putting it to Rona, but somehow the awareness of this swap pervaded me through and through, and gave me a sense of reckless desire that had me tossing and turning wildly.

Did I imagine it or was there a soft tapping at my door? Surely not. I held my breath and listened, half hoping, half afraid. Something told me I was in for a new experience, and new experiences always shattered old assumptions. Yes! Someone was at the door. The door knob turned a few times, then it stopped. In panic I rushed to the door, unlocked it and looked out. To my relief the knocker hadn't given up. He was right outside, grinning widely.

«Uncle Al!» I moved back behind the door to hide my nakedness but he took that as a sign to come in. And once he was in my room I could hardly eject him.

«Hi, baby. You didn't think you'd seen the last of me, did you? The night is still young and you and I have a lot more to say to each other.»

«But Aunt Dora …»

«She wants to talk to you, too. Do you mind?»

«I guess not.»

«Then come with me.» He waited for me to put on my robe and then led the way to the guest room. Al had on a pair of pajama bottoms, nothing else, and when he stepped into the brightly lit room he and his wife occupied I saw just how strong and tanned he was. A deep chest, a muscular stomach, and thick arms that could crush a woman! As for Dora, she lay, under a single sheet, obviously naked, very relaxed. She smiled at me but let her husband do the talking. «We like to do everything together,» my uncle told me as he made himself comfortable on the bed next to his wife. I was left standing in the center of the room and I felt a little foolish for thinking he'd had sex on his mind. So what did he want? To tell me the facts of life?

«Can I sit down?» I asked.

«Wait till you've heard me out,» Al said. He lit a cigarette at his leisure, all the while surveying me with his eyes. If only he knew how restless I was he wouldn't be detaining me. «As I said, Dora and I like to do things together. In fact, we'd like to do you together. I suppose that shocks you.» They eyed me with some complacency, and I took some pleasure in disillusioning them.

«Okay, I'm shocked. Now will you get to it!» For a moment they didn't know what to do but then Dora let out a peal of laughter and told her husband that he'd been upped. He nodded and got off the bed slowly. He looked menacingly at me as his powerful arms reached out. I stood my ground. He grabbed my robe, held it for a moment, and then pulled at it hard so that I almost fell and stumbled toward them. I ended up on the bed and they didn't give me a chance to recover myself. Hands tore at my robe, removed it, and left me rolling from side to side naked, at their mercy. They pawed at me, fingered, felt, squeezed, explored me, both of them grinning like vampires let loose in a blood bank. It took me a minute or so to adjust to this new situation but once it hit home I was all for it. At last! Now my frustrations would be relieved, my body would be satisfied! Gone were thoughts about my parents, about marriage, for now I wanted to see what my uncle and aunt could do.

They settled down at either end of me. My aunt was down on my pussy, eating it the way only a woman could. Her tongue was like that of a cat, abrasive, persistent, and very accurate. It stroked that hard little clit into ecstasy, it lapped at my pink inner flesh until my cunt opened like a flower in the morning, and she scooped up my juices the way a lizard catches flies. I couldn't see her because my uncle was astride my chest, his hard cock towering up before my eyes, both his hands mauling my tits gleefully. «What a pair of boobs,» he said softly. «Jesus Christ, look how firm they are, real stargazers, beautiful!»

I could see why he should be impressed. Dora was an attractive woman with her red hair and her sex bomb look, but her tits were too big and heavy to do anything but look down. I imagined they were very soft, like jelly with too much water, and I could hardly wait to sample them. But that would come later. For the moment I was more than happy with the way she ate me and the pleasure with which my uncle kneaded my tits. He leaned forward a little and pressed my tits against his cock so that only the flushed knob protruded. It hovered an inch from my mouth. All I had to do was move my head forward and I'd be able to take a bite. But he would feed it to me when he was ready.