Sandy Bennett: Jackies family lessons

Tim didn't hurry. He ate my cunt until I was on the verge of screaming. My pelvis had gone mad. It jerked up and down uncontrollably, insistently, and my breathing was asthmatic and rapid. I think it was out of fear for my sanity that he finally slipped up over me and covered my body with his. The moment his swollen knob bumped into my cunt I felt the hole open like the cave of Sesame and suck him in. There was no need for me to guide him or for him to probe. The magnet was on! His cock pierced my hymen on the way without stopping. I felt the flash of hot pain and then it melted in with all the other emotions boiling about in my belly. I wanted to remain aware of the moment, to fix my defloration in my mind for when I was sixty-five. But he swept me along with his big cock, pushing me into the weirdest regions of sensations that I'd ever experienced.

«Tim … Tim …!» I heard myself moan wetly. I clung to him as though I was drowning. All I could feel was his big cock stretching my pussy. The pleasure wasn't so much physical as emotional. I wasn't a virgin anymore! I was getting laid at last! That big cock … his tongue in my cunt … his cock blowing down my throat … «Fuck me!» I whispered desperately. «It feels so good, oh so good, more, more, MORE-« His hand clamped down over my mouth.

«Shut the fuck up! You want to wake the whole house?»

«No, noooo,» I moaned, moving my hips against his to get his stationary cock moving again. He held it still, trying to make me do more of the work, and I didn't wake up to that until too late. It was strenuous to fuck from the bottom up but the very strenuousness of the act made it intensely pleasurable. His cock was stuck in my cunt, pointing down so that with every move it chafed along the inner floor. Because it was so thick and long it flexed all of my pussy but it especially worked over that section. It seemed to arouse my asshole as well, and what with my tits aglow and my cunt on fire, that last outbreak of passion just about finished me.

He had to press a pillow over my face to smother the cries of passion that welled up in me. There was nothing I could do about it. All my strength went into driving my loins up against his to get more of that delicious drubbing. At last he took over. Slowly at first, then commandingly, shoving his cock deep into my cunt, banging his pubic bone against mine, and holding me pinned down with both hands as if he thought I might leave him alone. The pillow rested on my face just in case I wanted to yell some more. And I did, I did!

Strangled cries applauded the deep shafting of his cock, his masculinity, his power, squeals burst out when he rubbed my clitoris past the point of endurance, I grunted hoarsely whenever he went in deep enough to impale me; and as his fucking stepped up in that final gallop, I panted out loud in time with his rapid stroking. In-out-in- out, moving so fast that the friction of his flesh against mine threatened to sear my pussy permanently. And just as the pain started to make inroads on the pleasure, he released his soothing, warm douche of sperm that made it all better. As it blossomed inside me, so a giant orgasm burgeoned and blew, sending me spinning out into dimensions of bliss that hadn't even entered my dreams.

«You'd better get back to your own bed,» Tim whispered after I'd had a chance to rest. «I think we made a lot of noise in the past half hour.»

«If that didn't wake them, nothing will,» I said.

«Maybe so, but I'd rather not take any more chances. Jesus, Jackie, Dad would have killed us if he'd found us in bed together.»

Would he have? It gave me a tense, secret thrill to think what Daddy might have done. But Tim had a point. Besides, I'd received what I had come for. «Okay, I'll go. Thanks a lot, Tim, that was wonderful.» I kissed him on the cheek and snuck out of his room. There wasn't a sound in the house. They had to be sleeping like logs to have slept through our orgy!

Back in my room it hit me really and truly that I had been fucked. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my reflection, expecting to see a changed woman. Actually little had changed. My hair was all over the place, long strands plastered against my face with sweat, and I looked a bit wild-eyed; and, of course, there were unusual whitish trails running down the insides of my thighs. But other than that I was no different. Not on the outside. Inside I felt strangely harmonious, as though all the various parts of my body were working together at long last.

With a handkerchief I wiped away most of the evidence and then I lay back on the bed and tried to get to sleep. But too much had happened that day. My brain wouldn't settle down, no matter how tired I was in body. From a virgin I'd gone to a bisexual profligate, all in the space of hours! And from a single, carefree girl I'd gone to being a man's fiancйe, soon to be his bride. Poor Frank. He was home nursing his blue balls and I was in my bed with the echoes of passion ringing through me. It wasn't fair of me … but it was fun!

Veronica was right, I should pick up experience before committing myself to marriage. And I would follow her advice, all the way!

In the morning it occurred to me that it would be a good idea to see the family doctor to get a prescription for the pill and a check-up. The doctor was Dad's brother and if he had been like most people's uncles I would have gone to someone else. But Doctor Eddie was a regular guy. He was handsome, younger than Dad, full of jokes, and at birthdays and Christmas time you could always rely on Doctor Eddie to give you something you really wanted.

I decided to take a bath first. Dad was at work and Mum was out shopping, Tim was still sleeping. I ran the tub and eased my body into the hot water to rest there for long, luxurious minutes. For some reason I was far more responsive to all sensations. The hot water seemed like an all-enveloping caress to me, sensual, lustful, like the hand of a horny spirit. When I closed my eyes I could imagine myself getting compromised all over, and before I knew it my belly pulsed with passion, my pussy developed an itch deep down, and it was hard to keep my hands to myself.

This was ridiculous! Ignoring my urges I reached for the douche. I shook the powder into the rubber bag, mixed it with warm water, and screwed the nozzle into place. The sight of that nozzle shook me up some more. It was slender at the bottom, thicker at the top, with four grooves running down the sides and small holes perforating it, all of which gave it the look of a menacing, unpleasant, yet titillating weapon. Had I been shoving this thing up my twat regularly without taking any notice of it? Suddenly it became a struggle to make use of it. I wanted it and I was afraid of it. My cunt throbbed and quaked, ready for any visitor. But I held back. What if I loved it? Would that mean there was something wrong with me?

I lifted my ass up out of the water by drawing my legs back, and tentatively placed the head of the nozzle against my pussy. Once it was there I hesitated. The hard nozzle pushed against the sealed cunt muscles, not hard enough to open them but firmly enough to send a long thrill up from my cunt to a spot right behind my eyes. Everything became kind of woolly … blending in with memories of the previous night, with cocks and tits and sucking lips … and then the oils oozed out of my innards and the nozzle slipped past the barriers to plunge into my moist depths.

«Oh noooo!» I groaned, holding it tightly and still so my cunt could get used to it. «That's too nice!» My words echoed strangely in the bathroom and snapped me out of the reverie. My free hand reached down further and began to squeeze the douche bag. Now a shower of warm water broke loose inside my cunt and a dozen thin streams titillated my oversensitive cunt like so many tiny tongues. I pushed my hips up so high that my head slipped under the water. Coughing and spluttering I came back up and completed the douche. But even when the last drop had been jetted against my burning cunt walls, I couldn't make myself take the nozzle out of my cunt. It felt so right, so nice, there! It was solid, hard, and when I moved it back and forth it felt like a cut-down version of Tim. By moving it back and forth a little more ardently and setting my imagination adrift it became him, and then better than him. After all, I could control the speed, the penetration, and the angles! My hips rose and fell, causing the bathwater to slosh from one end of the tub to the other in mounting waves. The waves clashed and gallons of water crashed over the side and flooded the floor. I didn't care. The nozzle and part of the bag were up my cunt, exciting me into a self-forgetful reverie.