Sandy Bennett: Jackies family lessons

Marvin was having enough fun for the two of us. He fucked me with gusto and told me how nicely my buns were waggling, how great my ass was, how pink my pussy, and in between his comments he grunted and sweated and drove his cock in to reach new depths. I wanted to tell him to stop, he was wasting his time, but that would be inhuman. Instead I lay over the armrest and made a series of noises intended to convey involvement. And when that was no longer possible I started to sob.

«What's the matter, Jackie, am I going too fast for you?» he asked without stopping his ponderous motion.

«It's alright, just finish!» I cried.

«Okay, if that's what you want.» He grabbed hold of my ass and pressed my cheeks together to put even more pressure on his cock. Now he was going flat out, fucking just for his own satisfaction. Unfortunately that gave him so much pleasure that he didn't want to finish. I had to put up with the brunt of his giant cock and his adolescent passion all because I had to deal in round figures! He kept on fucking, wouldn't stop, and the pain kept on growing from warm to hot, redhot, whitehot, unbearable!

«Hurry please!» I sobbed. «Oh Christ, it hurts so much! You're far too big for me, Uncle, come, please come!»

«Wait … wait, not long now,» he panted. «I can feel it, yes, here it comes, one more second, just one more!» I waited and nothing happened. His cock plunged in and out like a mighty ramrod, churning me up, pumping my fluids about so they slurped and sputtered out against his belly and my thighs. I was crying as copiously as my cunt was producing liquids. And Marvin kept saying he would only be a minute longer, just a second, almost there! At last I felt him pull out. The relief swept through me at once as my cunt resumed its normal size. But he hadn't come yet! I looked back over my shoulder and he stood right behind me, his cock pointing at my ass, his closed fist working the skin up and down furiously until a gusher of white cream blurted out and arched through the air to land on my flesh.

«What's going on here!» Rona burst into the room, assessed the situation, and stamped her foot. «Come on, Marvin, get out of here! I'm tired of you fucking every woman within reach. Jackie, you wash yourself and come back here. Or better yet, sit on this.» She threw a handkerchief at me and hustled her husband out of the room, picking up his clothes on the way. He went out into the backyard where he presumably dressed and went about his business. I sat on the handkerchief and cowered. Veronica's mother was strongly built, formidable tits and ass, a pretty face that could look very tough at moments like this, and she had a real bone to pick with me. But first she told me to wipe my ass and to give her the handkerchief.

«Look at that, blood!» she said. Her expression changed drastically when she saw the handkerchief. «That man is too big for everybody! You poor girl, you must have had the shock of your life when you saw it.»

«I certainly did,» I said. «I wanted to run but I couldn't. How do you put up with such a size?»

«Never you mind about that. Let me see if he's done you an injury. That'd be a fine kettle of fish to have broken your box on the day before your wedding. Come on, spread your legs and let me see. I know about these matters.»

I obeyed, relieved that she wasn't going to beat up on me. Rona peered into my pussy and nodded. «That's not too bad. I've got some ointment that will fix you up. You're just a little bruised and inflamed up there, that's all.» She fetched the ointment and applied it with one finger, working it into my inner flesh very slowly. The ointment was cool, it soothed my pain, and the luxury of having her rub it in ironed out a lot of the wrinkles that her husband had caused in my psyche. I relaxed utterly, barely able to keep my seat in the chair, Rona went on and on with that one finger. She must have given my cunt walls several layers before she finally stopped, and by that time I was so horny that I wished the wounds were worse so she'd never stop treating me.

«How does that feel?» she asked, sitting on her knees before me. Her face was stern, businesslike, but there was a glow in her eyes that indicated she'd enjoyed herself too.

«Oh much better!» I sighed, wriggling forward so that my pussy came toward her to beg for more. «There are still a few tender spots here and there, though.»

«Are there? Oh yes, I see some. Just relax now, Jackie, this won't take long.»

«I'm in no hurry,» I said. She threw me a strange look, then smiled and went on with her work. The cool ointment was spread over my inner lips, the outer lips, my clitoris was buried in the stuff, and even my thighs got a dose of it. She set the ointment aside and said she wanted to knead it in better. Her whole hand seized my cunt and she kneaded it like it was a rubber ball. I could feel a climax rising through the ranks. If she went on for another minute her hand would be dripping with my love juices, and some of the ointment would surely wash off. Well, then she would have to put on more.

«That's nice,» I said softly. Rona nodded and brought her other hand into play. It moved up to my breasts even though they hadn't been injured. «Mmmm-mm-m!» I said. «Oh yeah! That's beautiful!»

«Just like your mother,» she remarked. «When you like it you say so.» She didn't explain herself and I didn't dare ask. Was she one of my mother's female lovers? If she was I'd find out sooner or later. I surrendered to her soft, persistent caresses totally and came in short bursts connected by sensually satisfying intervals during which Aunt Rona massaged me like no one ever had. Eventually she came over to sit beside me and sucked on my breasts until my nipples felt like they were about to be launched! She had a way of making love that was subtle and insinuating, and left no room for responses. When I tried to get her to take off her clothes she didn't even answer me. She was in charge, and I wondered why I should buck such a fine system. With her mouth and hands she brought me to one peak after another until the last of my energies had been dissipated in the form of passion and cunt juice. Only then did she get up and declare me healed.

«If I was you I'd give that box of yours a rest for tomorrow night,» she advised me. «Your husband to be was in the shopping center today and he looked ready to rape a squad of nuns. You're going to need all your strength, believe me.»

«I know,» I sighed. «God, I feel awful about not giving in to him earlier. It isn't fair, is it?»

«Not really, no, especially when you've been having such a good time. Is there anyone in the family with whom you haven't slept?» She posed the question in such a way that I couldn't take it lightly. Her eyes were on mine, she wanted an answer.

«Yes … my mother,» I confessed.

«At least you're honest. Veronica told me about your plan, and I must say it's a good one. But don't ever let Frank find out about it. He'd kill you.»

«You think so?»

«I'm sure of it.» Rona spoke with authority, and suddenly it hit home: of course he would! Hell, why shouldn't he? How would I feel about me in his place? I'd slept with men and women, broken all the taboos, given myself to perfect strangers, and the best I could give Frank was a blow job. When I went back to my room via the tree it was to think more deeply about the whole issue. Sure, my plan had made sense when we formulated it. But now it seemed selfish, vicious, and not a little dumb.

Perhaps I wasn't worthy to become Frank's bride. After all, he was straight, honest, and loving, he trusted me! I'd broken that trust, pissed on it, and flung it back into his face. That wasn't right.

Hours went by. I sat alone in the darkening twilight and tried to understand the issue. It was close on ten o'clock in the evening when I reached my decision. I would tell Frank that I couldn't be his wife, and when he asked why I would give him the whole story. It didn't matter that he would be mad and violent. I had made my bed and slept in it many times; now to show him the sheets.